#Desperate Man

[principiumindividuationis777]

"Le Désespéré" (1843-1845) by Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet (1819-1877). Conseil Investissement Art BNP Paribas.

#Gustave Courbet #painting #art #desperate man #self portrait #19th century #Victorian #chaotic academia #dark academia #Romanticism #chiaroscuro #Paris

[haydenhaystackarts]

Hello internet! My friends over in Seattle need help right now. They are both disabled, with an ESA, and way behind on rent. They are also unable to get most of their medications. I don’t live near them right now and it breaks my heart they’re in this trouble.

Anything helps! A dollar or two, or even a reblog!

I’ve shared their fundraiser before but they weren’t able to catch up and now fear facing eviction.

#fundraiser #gofundme #desperate man

[femboykyo]

😂😂😂😂 I already knew from his first message he was a 🚩 😂 On FB dude?! I don't even have any scandalous pics on FB cuz it's mostly family on there(even lil cousins that don't need to see my ass 😂) even FB says I'm married and shit (as if I would cheat on my partner with someone who will pass out mid first thrust 😂😂) no way he's on FB posting all those pics and posts abt having sex and how he used to get mad pussy 😂😂😂😂

#Trans #let's not #red flags #desperate man #moriarty the patriot #skk #fruits basket #mysogyny

[dweeeeb]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #EricChurch, #DrowningMan ... From #DesperateMan [Official Audio Track] (2018) #MMitM1

#youtube #MMitM1 #Eric Church #Drowning Man #Desperate Man #Official #Audio Track #2018

[et-in-arkadia]

this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself

#thanks michael #this is also like #devastating in a way #like thinking of him playing aziraphale #with aziraphale desperate to be alive #to connect to breathe to see to touch #michael giving all of that over in his performance so that aziraphale can live again through him #i’m mortally wounded #michael sheen #good omens #fucking michael sheen man #creativity

[gorjee-art]

Has it always been you? Did the crown reveal secrets about yourself you didn't wish to know...?

#ascension of mercy - cotl au #and the main piece itself cause I really love it #art #artists on tumblr #artist #artists #cotl #cult of the lamb #lambert #not me inspired by the desperate man piece #me??? hmmm? never

[jedaos]

he gets it he really does

#dev patel #monkey man #he's so right action movies need more. desperation and disgust and vileness in them #because if we were fighting someone to the death in real life—would we not claw and bite and tear every piece we could get our hands on?

[metal-junk]

i like ur funny words, magic man

the idea that probably one of the most dangerous people in faerûn can become good after falling for a pathetic wizard is fucking hilarious to me. also i am an avid defender of gale and i want to make VERY CLEAR he isn’t supposed to be mansplaining bhaal to a bhaalspawn here, that’s just the only info i could actually write a significant amount of. i’m the one mansplaining here not gale i love gale

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #bg3 #bg3 bhaalspawn #the dark urge #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #the desperate one who would love such a pathetic man must hunger for greater delights z’rell i love u but shut the fuck up

[cemeterything]

the older and weirder i get the more i'm beginning to realize that i was actually a very cool kid who had no shame or fear until i was taught that i'd be punished for it and everything since then has been a slow uphill battle to get that part of myself back

#🐉 #like man i was so unbullyable until i let myself be bullyable #not blaming myself because i was a kid but fuck i shouldve listened to the girl who told me i needed to stop caring #about what other people thought about me and being so desperate for their attention #she meant it in a horrible way because her point was that i was inherently unlikable and should accept that #but she was technically right she just had the wrong intentions

[rollingstonesdata]

ROLLING STONES UNRELEASED: 'DESPERATE MAN' (1997)

Rolling Stones unreleased: Desperate Man*Click for MORE STONES UNRELEASED TRACKSWritten by: Jagger/RichardsRecorded: Ocean Way Recording Studios, Los Angeles, USA, March-July 1997 Support the page here!Your donation helps to do what I do and keep updating the page daily. Thanks in advance!$10.00

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#1997 #Bridges to Babylon sessions #Desperate Man #outtakes #Rolling Stones #Rolling Stones Data #unreleased #Youtube

[dweeeeb]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #EricChurch, #TheSnake ... From #DesperateMan [Official Audio Track] (2018) #MMitM1

#youtube #MMitM1 #Eric Church #The Snake #Desperate Man #Official #Audio Track #2018

[fqntasies]

Just a taste, baby - Feyd Rautha x Reader

summary: You and Feyd-Rautha have been connected through dreams since childhood; a complex inner-working of the Bene Gesserit mothers to join your bloodlines. It binds the two of you in a pull you can't escape (nor do you want to). Feyd is absolutely feral for you.

words: 1,258

disclaimer: characters may be out of character, specifically feyd, considering his desperate softness here. just a forewarning.

You were trapped, breaths coming out of shallow pants as you felt the scratch of the cement structure beneath your palms. He had you against the wall in a hidden alcove; along one of the lengthy corridors of the palace in Giedi Prime. Your mouths were just breaths apart. In fact the Harkonnen before you seemed intent on matching your breaths, mingling them. Tasting your tiny pants as his own. It made your eyes heavy, made you want to tilt your head back and close your eyes, give him access to the expanse of your neck.

"sweetness." He rasped, unable to control himself. The Na-Baron wrapped an arm about your waist, a vice arching you against him as he lowered a wanting mouth to your neck, licking and sucking where the two met. You mewled at the wet heat, felt him growl desperately at the taste.

The two of you hadn't even kissed yet - but the wait; the dreams - you both knew each other to the soul.

---- flashback ----------

The sands of Arakis and Geidi Prime alike carried mysteries of prophesies of the lisan-al-gaib. But midst such tales, the Bene-Geserit mothers also had worked to connect bloodlines through dreams. The Na-Baron and the princess of Arrakis had been bound by such since birth. A well-planned move to align feuds and place power into wanting hands in preparation of war. A web of politcal conspiracy only they controlled. Their plans could not be foiled.

But Feyd couldn't care less about such witchcraft; and neither, if one were honest, could you. The two of you had known of this binding since a young age. And when you had met as children too - the connection had been strong.

"Their line is bright" The reverend mother's voice had burned into your mind, even at 10 years old.

You remembered her cloaked form; a black shadow against the haze of the horizon, a tower above you as she turned from your parents. Her voice had been void of emotion, except for a smugness you didn't understand. But when you turned to glance at the older boy before you (such a uniquely beautiful boy; broad shoulders and smooth skin, black attire across a lithe form), his eyes shone with an intensity that surprised her. Dark, watching, intrigued. He intimidated you. He made you curious.

At 15 years of age, the Na-Baron hadn't spoken in their meeting; but he had felt more than he had imagined. The girl...she had made him feel things. It confused and awakened him to something he had never known. His uncle had never spoken of such a pull. A need.

When the ship had arrived to his homeworld, and the strange foreigners parted like a sea, Feyd-Rautha found himself straightening to his full height; head lowered as he studied them beneath an angled gaze. Garbs of strange colors - hair he had never seen before in elegant styles. He would be Harkonnen predator. He would be a warrior. Strike fear in these alien people, show the Baron he was not swayed so easily by something new.

But then-

Swathed in layers of white, a girl stepped forward; dainty and gracious above all else; practically floating across the landing platform. Yet her eyes betrayed her; darting to capture the landscape, thrown off perhaps by the infrared of Giedi Prime's black sun above them.

She was drinking in the strange newness before her, and then they found him. Feyd felt his chest tighten. Fists clenched. Heat brimmed under the chestplate of his armor.

She looked like some newborn animal, caught in his gaze. But they both felt it. The familiarity. The warm hum between them. It made you want to slip from the safety of your parents and stand beside him, as though his shadow was more protection than the whole parade your own family brought with them. You wondered if he'd felt the same.

Three nights later, you had dreamed of him. A bit older, hand in his as he raised it to his lips. His eyes had never left yours. As a young girl it made you blush. Now...

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You made a breathy sound as his tongue lathed the mark he had made, moving with a lazy carelessness across your pulse, hungry above all else, uncaring for decorum. He wanted to devour you entirely. He wanted you to see you helpless and delirious against him, just as you were now. As you were in all his dreams.

He knew you'd had them all too. His eyes on you at their wedding. His tongue against yours, moans and tastes and hunger. You watching from the arena as he slaughtered man after man, coated and heaving. He felt like a beast.

"Feyd-" His name barely formed, like a prayer from your lips.

His eyes nearly lolled in his head at the way you sounded, and he dragged his wanting mouth up to meet yours. Wet and wanting. Feyd's free hand shifted to engulf your slender neck, moving your head against his mouth to deepen the kiss, taste all of you. Consume.

The Na-Baron was all muscle and prowess, a looming figure that practically dwarfed you. The spanse of his shoulders alone were sinful, and deep down you loved how it felt to be completely in his grasp. Guiding you in your movements.

Feyd's tongue sought yours as much as he could, controlling and demanding - but you were a needy little thing too, weren't you? In the haze of passion you were pressing into him - leaning just as much towards his heat as he was pushing you both together. You sucked his plush bottom lip into your mouth - unable to help yourself. After all, why was he made so beautiful, if not to kiss? He was quick to follow, biting your own with a growl that made your knees practically give, and following with his greedy tongue.

"You're going to be my wife." the words are a promise, his eyes glittering under the low light; shadows flashign with the coming storm. You part your mouth as though to taste him again, a helpless 'please' slipping past as you arch in his grasp.

Feyd practically took you then and there. Enter the nearest room... make all his dreams a reality. His patience was nearly worn thin. Years of waiting, of hunger. And now it was here. You were in his reach, that tempting little waist; those hips. It made him absolutely insane.

He wets his lips, gaze feverish.

"tomorrow. tomorrow sweetness, hmm? Can wait that long?" He intends to tease you, but he knows he speaks to himself, his jaw locking as he adjusts his arms to press you against him.

You're so fucking soft. It makes him groan. Of all the things he's known in his life, softness was not one of them, save for the flashes of you in his dreams. He craved you like a creature starved. Thoughts of you made him fight better. Made him kill easier.

There's a rumble suddenly of a drone; Harkonnen orders breaking the silence in distorted code. The words don't make sense to your ears. Not yet anyway. You hope to make progress in the language, but it was a challenge; more than others. The variety of tones were a feat for any foreigner to take on; but this was to be your home. A lady of harkonnen would learn her husband's native tongue.

You know he has to leave.

#feyd x reader #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #dune 2 #dune part 2 #dune fanfiction #dune fanfic #austin butler #feyd #reader insert #reader #fanfiction #fanfic #the bald man has me in a chokehold #i love when powerful men are desperate for their soft ladies

[noivern]

i mightve made. too much gnocchi.

#making this while desperately fighting off my catboy who wants to eat potato ssssooooo bad #and avocado. little man. please #he wants to eat poison so so fucking bad

[doberbutts]

Recently Youtube's algorithm really wants me to watch Schindler's List and I never had so the other night I sat down and actually watched it.

Having a lot of thoughts about it but a major one I keep coming back to is how even an immensely and deeply flawed human being can go against "just following orders" and instead put in the work to actually help.

It may never be fully enough. It may never save as many as you'd hoped. But when you have a choice to either follow orders or save your fellow humans in front of you, I hope you choose the latter.

Schindler died in poverty. He was not a renown war hero nor was he at all famous or widely beloved. But he saw that he could help, even in some small way, and so he helped.

He was a Nazi who saw what the Nazis were doing to Jews and said no more. Enough. If I can even spare those under my charge, maybe a few extras, then at least I will have tried to do something about this.

I think a lot of people do not fancy this type of activism. It is messy, dangerous, and often completely thankless. Schindler survived as long as he did after the war due to those he saved helping him with donations. He was not popular in his hometown due to his association with Nazis, he was not popular in Germany, he was not popular in Argentina. His businesses all failed. His wife left him. A movie about his deeds was released several years after his death, where he would receive none of the benefits. He went to prison multiple times for simply refusing to hate Jews.

I think a lot of people like to think they're activists, but are sorely unprepared for doing this type of work, and then in truth become activists in name only. This is hard work. But without him, another thousand or so people would be on that death toll.

He took his position of extreme power- a Nazi owning a factory almost entirely operated by Jews, making oodles of money off that cheap slave labor- and said you know what? No. I'm not doing that. I can't save everyone, but as long as they are within my factory, you will not kill my workers. As long as I'm here you aren't harming one hair on the head of any Jew under my care. You're not sending or keeping them in Auschwitz. You're not randomly executing them for entertainment. They're people. You're not murdering them.

"Just following orders" they say. But they didn't have to. They could have helped. They could have did what he did, look around and say "what the fuck am I doing here", and stop. He did. They could have. They didn't.

#I think it's also intereating that he did not do it out of compassion at first #he did it because it was smart capitalism #jewish labor was super cheap and they were desperate to be considered fit to work because otherwise execution was waiting for them #only after the cleansing of the ghetto did he say whoa okay holy shit yeah no I'm not doing this anymore #that's also true of the real man the movie is about #I also think it's interesting that not everyone he saved thinks he was a good person #but even still despite his flaws they respect and admire what he did for them #his motives were not always pure #but the fact of the matter is that when he saw what was happening he chose to act against it #he did not shrug and saw welp orders are orders #nor did he succumb to hopelessness when it became difficult to keep up what he was doing

[shupito]

Okay, but why is fnf Jason's design so...*happy purrs*

#this man is giving me gender envy. no. GENDER DESPERATION #jason voorhees #jason vorhees art #fnf jason #fnf #slashers #friday the 13th #80s horror #90s horror

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yall know the "after first kiss" meme

there are three types of pairing

the meme:

#oh man click for better quality i think tumblr is nerfing it again #casually slides laughingstock into the main tag. im going to be hunted for sport #anyway im still a popstar believer and advocate #I Swear They're Endgame #unless they arent! but i have faith #wailing sobbing etc these three pairings make me crazy #oughhhhh #one is technically canon the second i believe will be canon the third is just me being unwell #and i cherish all of em <3 #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcomehome #franklydear #wh popstar #laughingstock #i feel it in my heart that these are accurate #or.. no... not feel it... desperately hope while sweating profusely