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newestcool · 8 months

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Grace Bol for The Blonds s/s 2013 rtw Creative Director Phillipe Blond Newest Cool

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highendhoney · 1 year

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Phillipe Blond for The Blonds - FW17 'Mummy' runway

#Phillipe Blond #The Blonds #FW17 #2017 #Fall/Winter #Runway

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jean-montgomery · 1 year

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#theblondsny #Phillipe Blond #david blond #the blonds #rossy de palma

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girlsworldparty · 6 months

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#lauren phillips #beauty #legs #adult actress #lingerie #blonde #ginger #modelo

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call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes · 3 months

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Graves: I may seem like an asshole, but deep down I’m good.

Graves: And even deeper down I’m a bigger asshole.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #cod mwiii #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #phillip graves #You may think I don't like him but he's one of my favourite blonde assholes

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tahhnjj · 5 months

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#phillip graves #call of duty #yeah #i like drawing him all pretty #and possibly like a veil manga cover #all for this blonde boy <3

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nero-neptune · 6 months

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her beautiful, bloodshot eyes have bewitched me body and soul

#so she KILLED! so she MAIMED! but doesn't she deserve LOVE?!#anyway i had to get this out of my system. i love her so much #i even drew hand silhouettes for her! who else can say that?#gen v #gen v art #cate dunlap #maddie phillips #it's the way that everyone got so shocked at her actions in the finale but i already saw the Vision the previous episode #i knew she was about to walk down a supremely dark path and i was (and am!) sooooo here for it #they could NEVER make me hate you!#my art #(also this color scheme makes her look like a redhead or strawberry blonde. but i didn't want to compromise all the red i was using lol)

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oakendesk · 7 months

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book cover - Blondes Are My Trouble - 1955

Barye Phillips

#golden age art #book cover art #pulp art #pulp art 1955 #Blondes Are My Trouble #Barye Phillips art #byronrimbaud

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highendhoney · 1 year

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Phillipe Blond for The Blonds - FW18 'Riot' runway

#Phillipe Blond #The Blonds #FW18 #2018 #Fall/Winter #Runway #Red

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jean-montgomery · 1 year

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#david blond #theblondsny #the blonds #Karina Roessler #Phillipe Blond

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girlsworldparty · 5 months

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#lauren phillips #ryan kelly #beauty #legs #adult actress #lingerie #blonde #modelo #brunette

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icarustypicalfall · 7 months

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little dove

Phillip graves x gn!reader

~requested~

summary: between the danger of war and the difficult life, you found peace within the as of your commander.

pairing: Phillip Graves x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of panick attacks, anxiety, war, light mention of wounds(not described), abondon, crying, angst, fluff, hurt and comfort

notes: i hope this was accurate and comforting, i sometimes struggle to write a good thing when it comes to anxiety and conditions but i really love it, and hope you do as well:)

also big hugs to @rellik24 who requested this beautiful idea 🫶🏻

happy birthday to warren kole :)

finally, to anyone who relates, ilysmy darling, you are strong and beautiful 🫶🏻❤️‍🩹

"did you get enough love, my little dove, why do you cry?"

You had been serving with The Shadow Company for several months now, where Commander Phillip Graves had graciously welcomed you into his ranks, embracing you as one of his own soldiers.

Discovering you unconscious on the battlefield, his loyal shadows transported you to their base, tending to your well-being and aiding in your recovery. Recognizing your potential, a fiery spirit burning within your core, you became the ideal soldier he had long sought.

Something about you engendered a dangerous trust within his stoic demeanor.

Was this purely an act of camaraderie, or was the determined commander finally thawing towards another soul?

Nevertheless, this was not your foremost concern. You remained largely oblivious to the murmured rumors that circulated during breaks and within the hallways.

Ever since your arrival at the base, you found yourself constantly surrounded by behemoth men, built like refrigerators. This did little to assuage the anxiety that had plagued you since childhood—an enduring companion that perpetually haunted your thoughts. You always seemed to feel suffocated, yearning for freedom and clawing desperately those thoughts, tight like ropes.

A sense of tranquility eluded you wherever you went. The image of your comrades, the team you once trusted with your very life, leaving you behind remained etched in your memory.

What happened to the creed of never abandoning one another? That sacred principle the entire team had fervently reiterated with unwavering gazes before every mission—was it merely an empty promise like so many others?

While you sought a sense of kinship, a family, they perceived you as expendable, a replaceable cog in the machinery of war.

The emotional anguish that forever plagued you, particularly after each mission alongside your newfound comrades—the shadows—seemed insurmountable. Witnessing wounded soldiers always left you feeling sickened, morose. You had sworn to yourself to never abandon anyone, to aid them in their recovery as they had once helped you.

Phillip, your commander, often lent a compassionate hand during your darkest moments. He would spend nights sitting outside with you, attentively listening to the burdens that weighed upon your soul. Trusting him proved unexpectedly comforting; you felt neither judged nor burdened by guilt when expressing your troubles. His piercing blue eyes seemed to peer into the depths of your heart and touch your very essence, providing solace. With his infamous sweet tea in hand, he would gently pat your back in a consoling manner, as if alleviating your pain with the warmth of his palms.

"Fear not, little dove. You are not alone; you have me and the shadows by your side."

However, Graves had been preoccupied lately with a new mission, his attention consumed by the task at hand and his newfound allies.

Your discussions with him were limited, primarily involving assisting with paperwork. Nonetheless, you cherished the proximity to him, finding solace in his presence.

The mission proceeded with remarkable smoothness. While the shadows reveled in their triumph, you secluded yourself within your room, wracked with anguish and struggling to maintain a steady breath. The weight upon your shoulders became overwhelming, and you reached a breaking point when one of the men taunted you, claiming that your closeness to Phil was merely a result of pity.

You were shaking on the ground, tears streaming down your cheeks as your mind flew with multiple overwhelming thoughts, you almost passed out from the amount of agony you endured, barely caring to get up from the ground.

You layed on the cold floor, tears forming small spots under your skull. Your sobs were interrupted with a silent insult from time to time, finding some sort of satisfaction in cursing your old mates, the living existace of a certain General and the war itself.

A knock resounded at your door, and you mustered a feeble response as it swung open to reveal a disquieted Phillip kneeling beside you. He clasped your hand tightly, whispering in a soothing tone, "Take it easy, little dove. Breathe deeply, slowly, just like that."

He squeezed your hand, his familiar grin offering comfort, as he continued to murmur, "There, little dove. There you go, dear."

With his thumb, he tenderly wiped away the few tears that lingered, tilting your head to meet his gaze as your calmness gradually returned.

"Thank you, Phil," you muttered, unable to maintain eye contact. "You didn't have to..."

His brows furrowed as he sighed, looking at you intently. "Listen, dear, Im not always present, but that doesn't mean I don't care. I am not doing this out of pity; I do care about you, little dove."

His lips curled into a smile as he brushed your cheek affectionately. "You mean a great deal to me, little dove. You truly do." With those heartfelt words, he drew you into a warm embrace.

A soft smile and a tear escaped your eyes as you reveled in the tightness of his embrace. The scent of cologne, leather jacket, and cigarettes mingled in the air, filling your senses, as warmth and tenderness flooded your being. Phillip ran his fingers through your hair, his murmurs barely audible.

"My little dove..."

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