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OTMA posing with their newly shaved heads, Tsarskoe Selo, June 1917

“As the Grand-Duchesses were losing all their hair as the result of their illness, their heads have been shaved. When they go out in the park they wear scarves arranged so as to conceal the fact. Just as I was going to take their photographs, at a sign from Olga Nicolaievna they all suddenly removed their headdress. I protested, but they insisted, much amused at the idea of seeing themselves photographed like this, and looking forward to seeing the indignant surprise of their parents. Their good spirits reappear from time to time in spite of everything. It is their exuberant youth.”

— Diary entry of French tutor Pierre Gilliard, June 22nd 1917

(Source: 13 Years at the Russian Court by Pierre Gilliard)

🤍Hey, guys!🩷

So my Valentine's day fic will be posted either tomorrow or Friday.

I really tried to get it finished but work got in the way..🥲

happy turning into a tall child!!! i hope this year you get to do something you've always wanted to do and stay healthy and be really happy!!!

thank you so much!!! I'm sending you soooo much love rn 🩷🩷🩷

things could be better

never gonna change being a crybaby brat for anyone!!!

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oh i almost forgot! since it’s both autism acceptance month and lesbian visibility week i just want to give a shout out to all my fellow autistic lesbians! we’re super cool and i appreciate all of you, you make the world better ❤️

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week 🧡💛🤍🩷

✨feelin niiiiiice✨

Happy international lesbian day, here’s my favourite lesbian ever with a lesbian flag 🧡🤍🩷

abby kneeling down to tie your shoes in the middle of a training session.

abby’s hangs lingering on your back and ass as she helps you do weightlifting.

abby swatting your ass with her towel. you swatting her right back making her let out a yelp.

you and abby taste testing each other’s protein shakes. hers are packed with nutrients and vanilla or chocolate while yours taste like fucking skittles <3 whatever gets the job done is all i’m gonna say

while you’d prefer to be attached at the hips and barely getting work done, you and abby have to part from each other as she goes into more strength training while you take the morning pilates class. but you meet up later to fuck around in the boxing ring. and when i say fucking around i mean y’all are like two teen girls in gym class misusing the equipment as you pretend to be 1970s boxers with a beef.

gym days with abby <33333

happy LDoV

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LANA TURNER does her part, 1942 She was a pin-up girl of the first order. She was a soldier’s dream during World War II, officially “The Girl We’d Like to Be Stranded on a Deserted Island With,” “The Girl We’d Like to Find in Every Port,” and “The Most Gorgeous, Spectacular, and Pulse-stirring Thing on High Heels.” The 18th Bomb Squadron of the U.S. Air Force painted her on the nose of their B-17 and named the plane “Tempest Turner.” In 1942 she raised $50,000 selling war bonds with kisses and her efforts altogether brought in an estimated $5,000,000. Back home she was a regular at the Hollywood Canteen and on the studio lot she played hostess to large groups of soldiers. She also performed broadcats for Armed Forces Radio, where soldiers could have any wish come true, no matter how random, if it could be transmitted over the airwaves. They could hear Carole Landis sigh, Judy Garland sing “Over the Rainbow,” or Lana Turner cook a porterhouse steak smothered with onions. That’s the request that was made of her and she was happy to oblige. Visiting hospitals was the most difficult because she was easily affected by injuries and sad stories. The soldiers loved her. They were convinced she was the last pretty girl they would ever see. - LANA: THE MEMORIES, THE MYTHS, THE MOVIES