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Norma Jeane Baker.
(June 1,1926 - August 4,1962)
Play it as it lays.
Sacheen Littlefeather has passed away on October 2nd 2022. While people remember her for her acceptance speech on behalf of Marlon Brando, know that she also ended the media blackout of the Wounded Knee occupation, won an Emmy & co-founded the American Indian AIDS Institute of San Francisco.
Ally pt. 2
Just because something doesnโt directly affect you, doesnโt mean it doesnโt affect someone else. If you are going to support something then it is your responsibility to look at it from all angles, not just from where you sit. Not everyone has the privilege that you might possess. To be a public voice means to also be a voice for those who do not have one. It means to use your interests and passions to create a safe place for everyone, not just everyone like you.
let me put on a show for you daddy.
I honestly loved this guy in the movie...so kind...and never took her rude behaviour to heart cuz he understood what she was going through ๐๐ฅฒ
Aanand I gotta say, he was behaving hella cute a lot๐ญ๐คญ
Letโs goooo!! #thelastjedi #elcapitantheatre #hollywood
Don't worry if your life is in chaos, you are like the universe itself and its law of entropy. ใใฎไน ไฟ on Pivix
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Hi! I can't donate unfortunately so I'll share instead. I hope you reach your goal! May Allah protect you and your family! โคโค
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Hi, I hope you are well. ๐
Please help me donate and share my story, contributions can save lives, ๐๐
thank you bravely
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Hello!! I can't donate unfortunately so I will share instead. I hope you reach your goal. May Allah protect you and your family ๐๐
This is pretty self-explanatory
Don't worry if your life is in chaos, you are like the universe itself and its law of entropy. ใใฎไน ไฟ on Pivix
#landscapephotography #tree #trees #leaves #sunset #sky #sun #summer #hollywood #evening #loveyourself #art #artist #photograph #photography #shadow #shades #peaceofmind #motivation #life #inspiration https://www.instagram.com/p/BynU-FwgGdl/?igshid=1kpx2ff3xghzz
Iโm close. But Iโm no James Dean.
What do films and TV get wrong about your job the most?
Midcentury Bathroom (Los Angeles)
Ok listen to me : FEYD DOING THIS TREND ๐๐ป๐ฉ
I'm gonna shift tn just to make him do this CAUSE MAN.. WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH THAT PRETTY DARK TEETH WITHOUT MEEEEHEHSUAHAHAHA !?!? ๐๐๐
LIKE COME RIGHT ON ME. I MEAN CAMARADERIE!!! ๐ณ
IT HAS TO.
I know they're not gonna do this, but I hope that if/when Marie Fenring is introduced in the Dune movies, she looks exactly the same as Feyd-Rautha, except with a little bow stapled to her bald head like these edits I found on Pinterest
She's played by Austin Butler of course, Denis just makes him crouch the whole time
Bawling my eyes out ๐ญโค๏ธโ๐ฉน
#justice for Feyd!
#feydrautha
girldad!Feyd Headcanons
โ WARNINGS: angst, but also fluff โ A/N: In the canon, Feydโs daughter with Margot was named Marie Fenring, and she dies a tragic death at quite a young age. This is going to be a completely self-indulgent fix-it. Enjoy โจ
Sure, heโs the most violent and unhinged madman this side of Gamma Waiping, but even Feyd knows thereโs a time and place for everything.
The time being when the Atreides are defeated and the Emperor rewards him and heโs free to go after the Fenrings with his Harkonnen troops.
First, they find Count Hasimir, a frail little man with rodent-like features and thin greying hair. The Emperorโs oldest friend, and the best assassin in the known universe. Feyd knows better than to take him on in single combat, so he has his men deal with him while he goes after Margot.
He finds her in the furthest room of their castle past a cadre of guards that he makes short work of. Sheโs holding a little girlโs handโฆ Small and pale with thick dark ringlets, she looks just like he did as a child. He can tell even past the thick visor of the helm he wears โ something made to not only protect but also block out sound. Margot knows itโs him just by his gait. She speaks, but it doesnโt matter. Her voice has no effect this time.
He sees the flash of a laser on the wall as his men join him and block the only exit. Feyd walks over to Margot, uncoils the little girlโs hand from hers, and takes her away. Lady Fenring will be brought to Kaitain to answer for her crimes against the once-young na-Baron. The Bene Gesserits, humbled after their near defeat on Arrakis, will not defend her actions โ she has already served her purpose anyway.
The little girl looks up at him as they walk away with an unsettling and knowing light in her dark eyes. Feyd gazes down at her and, although she could not see his face, it was as if theyโd always known each other.
But he also notices her little legs can hardly keep up with his stride. Oh, thatโs right, children are smallerโฆ He stops, kneels, and lifts her up into his arms as he carries her back to the ship.
He was actually nervous about taking off his helmet in front of her. What would she think of seeing a Harkonnen for the first time? They were so different from the soft and sunkissed people of the planet she was raised onโฆ
But she had an eery calm to her even at the age of seven standard years. She regards him no differently than before and also does not acknowledge any need for reverence, even when he tells her who he is.
โFeyd-Rautha Harkonnen.โ โHello.โ โAnd whatโs your name?โ โMarie.โ
He found himself genuinely shy when he informed her he was her father, and was all the more surprised to find an impish smile grow on her face. โI know.โ Margot must have told her after allโฆ
She doesnโt cry, she doesnโt seem afraid, but Feyd comforts her the whole way to their home planet. He pets her dark crown of curls as she sits beside him on the ship, supports her back when she drinks, and makes out of galactic maps the most unusual of toys to distract her with on the long journey back. None of it comes naturally to him and for the first time he has to think before he acts. It leaves his nerves rattled, but every time she looks up into his eyes and smiles so innocently he gains his calm again.
Giedi Prime was not the first place he had in mind for raising a child, but the other planets he could lay claim to โ Lankiveil and Arrakis โ were not great choices either. Now that he was Baron, this was where he had to be โ at least until the Emperor decided who should govern Arrakis following the trouble with the Fremen. The Corrinos left a cadre of Mentats in charge to oversee the change for now.
She hates the planet at first, scrunching up her little face at the stark white light during the day, at the poisonous smoke, at the vast black wastes filled with petrol. Feyd engages an ecologist the first week Marie is there and plans a series of greenhouses for her with the best water filtration systems spice can buy.
โWhy canโt the whole planet be like this?โ she asks when he first shows it to her. They walk through young trees, Feyd dodging thin branches of raw red and green while his daughter skips ahead like a lamb. โBecause it just canโt,โ he mutters. โBut why?โ โBecause it would cost too much.โ โHow much?โ โI donโt know.โ โWhy not?โ
A secret communication arrives to the Emperor inquiring whether he has room in his court for a new assassin now that Hasimir Fenring is gone.
His days are split between official duties, training in the arena, and playing with Marie. He discovers a part of himself again when he is with her โ that innocent part that had been lost or buried when he first got to Giedi Prime. There is a satisfaction in making it for her a less brutal arrival, even a pleasant one.
He finds her laughing as she runs through the long halls, tugging on the lances of the guards โ who look horrified at the sight of a playful child for the first time, but stay obediently still โ and throwing rocks into the oil pools outside the palace to gawk at the pretty rainbow colours.
She loves the vaporous transparent gowns the servants wear, and the servants love her too. They dote on her, fearfully at first but more boldly when they notice Feydโs approval. The retention rate goes up starkly at the palace, as does the average longevity.
Everyone is puzzled about what to do with her hair, but Marie teaches Feyd to braid it the way her mother did. Sheโs not shy about berating him either whenever he gets it wrong.
And most nights he falls asleep with her in one arm and a holographic storyreel in the other. He wants to be the sort of parent he only briefly had, the kind he vaguely remembers from his years on Lankiveil.
He dreams of his mother now more than he ever did, and wakes up feeling sorry for how much he falls short. He has no idea how to care for a child, no idea of how to raise her, but he knows he wants to try. Wants to succeed, for her. Marie might not have been an intended child, the way he was, but she was his own flesh and blood and heโd be damned before he made her feel unwanted.
His harpies love her, of course. But he fears they do a bit too much and dismisses them not one month after Marie arrives on the planet. While heโs never indulged, he can only imagine with a frightful shiver how sweet and tender a childโs flesh is.
To the consternation of his people, he flies in tutors from other planets for her. Philosophers from Ecaz, musicians from Chusuk, biologists from Lernaeus, and even a historian from Kaitain itself. She has a Mentat but no Bene Gesserit to serve in her education. His uncle had been wrong about a lot of things, but the scheming of witches was not one of them.
Her bedroom โ more white and pale blue than the standard inky black, and decorated with pink ribbons โ has a court of dollies on one side and toy swords on the other. Feydโs love of weaponry does not escape her and, in her childish innocence, sheโs fascinated by it all. He takes delight in this, of course, but worries too. Imagining his little child with blood on her hands scares him, and it makes him wonder what sort of person his uncle was to encourage it in him.
In loving her, Feydโs never felt more unloved himself. Sure, he had his mother and father at one point, but all of that was taken from him when he was Marieโs age. Since then, nobody had cared about him, nobody had even wanted him unless it was to fulfil a purpose. Not his uncle, not his brother, not even Margotโฆ
He comforted himself now that heโd spared Marie of such a fate. His little girl would not become a glorified breeding horse for the Bene Gesserits nor a pawn in the Emperorโs games. He would fill her life with all the things he never had.
Marie grows as the gardens grow, and Feyd begins to speak with the professor from Lernaeus and a retired planetologist from Acline about plans for terraforming Giedi Prime, and one day putting Marie in charge. Her lessons become more structured.
A fact to which she protests, but not for long. She is clever for her age, and understanding, and nobody can explain to her better than Feyd that, although learning can seem useless and boring compared to play, she needs to prepare for the years to come.
โYou like the gardens, donโt you?โ โYesโฆโ โAnd you like eating fruit, right?โ โYes, and smelling flowers.โ โWhat if you could do that all the time, then? Not just in the greenhouses?โ
She comes to like the skies of Giedi Prime as well, and the way fireworks look like ink blots. Her every birthday is marked with an array of black and white that make the sky a work of art.
Marie never asks to be the sort of Baroness that always lays around, because Feyd doesnโt do that either. As she grows older he starts to spend more time with her during the day, letting her sit in on meetings, and they debate for hours afterwards on what course the Barony should take. He finds she is more brave than he is, but more reckless too.
โNo, little melon, we canโt just declare war on them.โ โBut why? You know theyโre spying on usโฆโ โYes, but we have no proof.โ โOf course we have proof. How would you know otherwise?โ โProof needs to be physical or recorded.โ โLetโs record them spying, then.โ โWell now they know that we know, so they will have a different approach.โ โI still think war would end the problem faster. Or challenge them to a duel!โ โIโm getting too old for thisโฆโ
They see more of the planet together too, venturing to the caves and crevices that run beneath the surface, taking samples of the native life bubbling in hot springs and collecting crystalline samples.
He takes her to Lankiveil for her fifteenth birthday and they sail together through its icy floes. She loves the sign of whales off in the distance and sounding the shipโs horn, although the local food leaves much to be desired.
โIt smells weird.โ โItโs fish.โ โThey stinkโฆโ โYou want a salad instead?โ โYes, pleaseโฆโ
By the time she turns eighteen, the Emperor has decided to put Arrakis back into Harkonnen hands, and Feyd is terrified. As bad as Giedi Prime is, he wants to see her on Dune even less. Marie can tell this, observant as she is. Sheโs grown more quiet when sheโs thinking and less rash with her decisions, but loud when she wants to be, and daring.
Feyd doesnโt know what to expect of Arrakis anymore and has mixed feelings about it, but he knows one thing for certain: anyone whoโs a threat to his daughter there, dies.
โIโll miss Giedi Prime,โ she says as theyโre approaching orbit. โItโs finally getting green in places, and rainclouds have begun to formโฆโ โYou can go back any time, you know,โ says Feyd immediately. โI wonโt keep you on this piece of hellโฆโ โIโll stay,โ says Marie. She has the same strange determination she had in her eyes the day they met. โI heard it has old terraforming stationsโฆ Iโll want to visit them one day.โ
It isnโt easy ruling a desert planet, even one thatโs been subdued, but the new spice flow makes it worth it. Feyd keeps Marie close, teaches her everything, watches her grow, and soon sheโs sent in delegations reporting to the Landsraad. She represents House Harkonnen better than her great uncle did โ and, to Feydโs pride, better than he ever could.
Me : spending my time daydreaming about Feyd and my Dune DR while I keep doing tiktok 'boyfriend's trends' w him (a fictional character instead of a real boy๐๐ป๐ญ)
#fanfiction #feydrautha #duneparttwo #fictionalcharacters #loveofmylife
#how to make my fictional boyfriend real