#blondinka

[brokeandfamouseu]

bobby p //

[miaqc1]

With her missing sleeves.

[itsagrimm]

participating in the old ancient queer tradition of my people to do horrendous things to my hair today

[7ooo-ru]

На Amazon снимают сериал «Блондинка в законе» с Риз Уизерспун

Amazon пригласил американскую актрису Риз Уизерспун для съемок в сериале «Блондинка в законе». Как пишет The Hollywood reporter, сценаристы держат в секрете идею сериала.

Подробнее https://7ooo.ru/group/2024/04/05/631-naamazon-snimayut-serial-blondinka-vzakone-srizuizerspun-grss-296380343.html

[fallingthempty]

'seni benden, sen bile alamazsin, blondinka.'

[divjepvc]

blondinka v rahlo roza vinilnem krilu

[natalinidesign]

https://www.livemaster.ru/item/45549402-dlya-doma-i-interera-kukla-makrame-na-podstavke-blondinka-tsv

[winter-wolf-pearl]

A Follow-Up to My CBAB Headcanon

You know how I mentioned that I have a headcanon about Blondinka being part of international group consisting of female thieves? Well, I finally got some stuff to tell you about this group.

The group is called IFTU (which is short for the International Female Thief Union), it was formed in February 11th 1946, three months after the United Nations was formed. They’re most likely an inspiration.

The union has an rocky relationship with North Korea, ever since they tried to get their first North Korean member in 1958, it was impossible even if they finally got an member, which in end was always a spy for the Great Leader at the time, which happened five times. Hopefully, things will get better.

Blondinka is her thief name, not her real name. Usually, the thief’s name comes from a physical trait, like hair or eye color, personality, or whatever they live nearby.

Even if they give what they’ve stolen from corrupt politicians/millionaires to poor and starving families, they keep 1/8 of what they have stolen and keep in a very secure bank. I do not know how much they’ve gotten over seventy-two years, but they donate thousands to small businesses and to poorer districts or communities.

So, this team may not be the most lawful, but they believe in being good, which is even in there motto, “Peace, Unity, and Goodness”. 100% chaotic good.

[sekreto-skrapo]

THey made a new episode!!!!!

[liderally]

the purest screenshot i have on hand

[miaqc1]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Female Human Character(s), Original Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Commissioned Art, Art, Digital Art, Embedded Images, Drawing, Magical Girls, Wordcount: 0-100, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Purple (Color), Fanart, French Characters, Japanese Character(s), Full Color, Female Character of Color, Autistic Magical Girls Stories, POV First Person Summary:

Drawings commissioned from @HARTART2020. A recolor of my Magical Girls OC, the four Alice, when the entities they share their bodies with, the Traces, are taking over.

[avosloved]

odette just giving the blue lion house members nicknames based off the animal she thinks they represent. but y’know............in true metal faerghus style.....

[sukepami]

In some ways, the cold wasn’t merely the physically disturbing, uncomfortable sensation of shrinking into yourself. When given the chance, it became something more. Vasilisa Hwang knew all about the cold and the quickest, easiest ways of warding it off. Being born in Russia, in one of the chilliest parts of the sprawling land, she understood how vital it was to make sure that the icy nightmare didn’t spread any further when it sliced against her frail limbs. Crushed pepper into the socks. The right amount of layers to avoid sweat. The best wood for the fireplace. Those, however, were of no use when the frost came from elsewhere. No century-old tips and natural remedies were enough when the unforbidding chill was a feeling, a sentence, a look. They meant nothing when the true lack of comfort came from the one person that was supposed to keep her warm and safe forever. That, Vasya thought, was just nature making itself known: it was proof that she’d never know peace, no matter how much she sought for it.

Leaving the academy for a well-deserved break had been one of the best, if not best experiences Lissa ever had in her entire life. Used to the loneliness of the sprawling campus for not being able to afford tickets home or anywhere else, she had made peace with the fact that she might not ever get anything out of her university years apart from studies. Along with Benjamin, however, came change. More than blinding, unending love, was the superior sense of freedom, of knowing her misery years had come to an end, and not only emotionally. As much as he breathed life into her veins, he also sheltered her like no one else had ever done, and for that, Vasilisa turned a blind eye to his flaws and ticks, the ones that hid something darker, obsessions he kept at bay. The Russian girl was far from the perfect and pure doll he claimed her to be. Both had been scarred past the point of no return, and the things that couldn’t be changed only stood in hiding. Until the moment they knew it all would come crashing down.

Holland, the French Alps and Palermo passed them in a blink, days upon days of nothing but loving and sightseeing with the only person she had eyes for. Vasilisa knew nothing but the shape of her lover’s lips, his secret, well-kept smiles and rough laughter, the caresses he offered her blindly. The things that both had never given to anyone else but each other, no more fake demises for the undeserving, no more ugliness glamoured under the preposterous sense of beauty. Because Benjamin was nothing but beautiful. More than lines on a canvas and the promise of being her eternal muse, he was breathtaking for one single reason: he was hers. No one else but Vasya’s. The one treasure she cherished more than anything else, under the scorching sun, the shining moon or the sharp, stinging snow. She made her feelings known by loving him to insanity and infinity, no matter where or how. The secretiveness of their destinies, however, made it even easier to proclaim her adoration.

She felt the wind of change as soon as they found themselves at their last stop, her motherland. Going back to where it all started filled her with a sense of thick, clogging nostalgia, a lump in her throat that wouldn’t go away. Walking around the tight neighbourhoods with their grey, flat buildings and the snowy white background was like walking in a dream. The fact that she clung to her lover’s arm all the way through made it even more magical. Vasilisa loved being able to experience Russia through Benjamin’s eyes, all his reactions and thoughts about the place she belonged making her happier than she’d ever been. Deep down, Lissa understood that the Volgograd would one day beckon her to come home, to go see how she’d left everything when she took a plane and never looked back. Because as much as she’d made a home for herself in South Korea, no matter how frail the foundations, her harsh and unwelcoming city was still the one that made her heart beat faster, longing for the time they’d be reunited. 

As big as Volgograd was, her neighbourhood was still populated with the same faces, sights and smells, a memory at each corner, waiting to be unraveled. The old matrons smiled at her as they went around her favorite park and sweets shop, whispering excitedly as soon as they recognized her. Belaya model. Blondinka. The fairest, youngest Morevna. She made sure to translate everything quickly to Benjamin, who only sighed and agreed to the old ladies. After all, he had always called her his little Russian porcelain doll himself. Apart from the oldest, however, were also her childhood friends, her schoolmates from her teenage years. The same wiped out faces smiled at her and pulled her in for hugs, at least the ones that still acted friendly around her back in the days. Most of the girls only made sure they looked once, twice and thrice at her regal looks and her perfect boyfriend, who tucked her in tight as they made their way around the streets. One of her sisters had told her that Vasilisa only looked more beautiful around Venya, and she couldn’t agree more; they made each other look better. They fit like two pieces of a puzzle.

All those compliments, warm hugs and cheek kisses had however taken their toll on Benjamin, who seemed pulled taut like a cord, tenser every time someone approached Lissa. She understood how possessive he could be, and how seeing all those people taking a piece of her probably made that wonderful, wicked mind go round and round with all the possibilities and stories behind her acquaintances. But Vasilisa wasn’t able to notice the building pressure and quiet, simmering anger until they got back to their little cabin in the woods, the last stop before they went back to the academy. They had left after one of her most hot headed friends had tried to pull her in for a cinematic kiss, knowing just how crazy he’d make her foreign boyfriend, even though the Russian girl knew how terrible of his nature it was to be that much annoying, always pulling at her strings. But Benjamin was not one of his friends, and the stone cold look he directed at both of them was enough for her to call it a day. They made their way back to the house in absolute silence, but she knew how ready she’d have to be for the unavoidable blow that would follow the quiet.

Vasilisa sat across him near the fireplace, caught on every tick of his eye, every swirl of ice inside his neat whiskey glass. She knew she had to give him space. All their fights always followed a well-kept, scripted path: silence, screaming, crying, making up. Weeks later he’d bring up that same old discussion and it would all start again, but until then, they had to go through the first stage. That was how the Russian girl found herself making her way to him, sliding across his seat until she almost sat at his lap, her slender fingers taking the glass away from his and setting it on the table across the sofa. He kept his breath even and barely spared her a glance. Sighing, Lissa tucked her hand into his, silently begging him to look her way, to not repeat that terrible, heartbreaking cycle that always made her crumble a little bit more, until one day there’d be nothing but shattered leftovers. “Venya,” she rasped quietly, pressing the pads of her fingers on his palm. “Please look at me.” Vasilisa wanted nothing more but to kiss the anger away from him, to make him forget whatever made him mad until he saw nothing else but her, breaking her apart the only way she ever wanted: underneath his body, writhing in pure, loving agony. But she knew how he’d never give her the satisfaction of forgiving her so quickly, so easily. And so she watched him and watched him, waiting for the moment he’d strike, already so used to his terrible behavior.

“This is very tiring.” Lissa took it upon herself to voice what seemed to be both their concerns, rolling her eyes at the impossibility of doing the same thing over and over, those exhausting silence wars making her lose her mind. “Needless to say, that was just a friend. Kostya has always been insufferable, but I should’ve warned you that people would try to get a look at me, among other things. I haven’t been here for a very long time, Benjamin.” She spat a bit more angrily than she should, already knowing how very wrong she was at that situation; it wouldn’t have mattered if she was right either, for only her boyfriend held all the cards, every single time. Shrugging off her coat in jerky, furious movements, she got up, just about to soak in the tub for a few hours before Benjamin found the will to talk to her again. “Nothing anyone ever does will ever make me any less yours. It’s even stupid for me to try and put that in your head, dorogaya.”

[znakomstvamoskva]

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[pepicool01]

Blondinka genshina ✌️😎✌️pornpic.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CDVuayAHziW/?igshid=1jns92cvrr96s

[divjepvc]

blondinka v rdečih vinilnih pajkicah