#Diana Kennedy
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“i am surprised kate doesn't own any of the classic designer bags. she does have two chanel bags that are barely recognisable. i feel like she should've atleast one that could be attributed to her like how the hermes kelly is attributed to grace kelly, gucci jackie to jackie kennedy and lady dior to princess diana.” - Submitted by Anonymous
#kate middleton#catherine princess of wales#grace kelly#Princess Grace#princess diana#Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis#popular
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She was wild and vivid in a cautious and pale world. Always burning a little more brightly than any of us around her. Then I remembered a story written by Henry James. It was the story of a young girl named Isabel. A girl who was as brave as she was beautiful, who was pure of heart and as unafraid to love. His description of Isabel mirrored that of Carolyn and I wondered out loud how it was possible for him to have known her when he wrote that story over a century ago. But, I suppose, it was because he was writing about his dream of a pure and brave American girl, who comes along maybe once every hundred years, if we are lucky. - Carole Radziwill in her eulogy for Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy, July 24, 1999
#carolyn bessette kennedy#john f. kennedy jr.#historicwomendaily#history#*#my copy got here this morning!#i've been waiting for this book for eons and then it opens with the portrait of a lady?! meet your target audience!#the plane crash is the first Major News Story i remember witnessing in my own lifetime#i do remember when diana died (mostly because of my mom's reaction - she collapsed in her bedroom)#but this was the first one that really broke me#i was so young but i still remember how quiet our house was until they recovered the bodies :(
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#lana del rey#pricilla presley#princess diana#angelina jolie#pamela anderson#fiona apple#jackie kennedy#marilyn monroe#anna nicole smith#mia goth#audrey hepburn#coquette#femcel#girlblogging#tumblr girls#femcelcore#incelcore#female manipulator#vintage#born to die
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#iman#ingrid bergman#carolyn bessette kennedy#cher#diahann carroll#elizabeth taylor#michael jackson#dorothy dandridge#diana ross#eartha kitt#josephine baker#wedding#vintage wedding#my post
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I usually try not to rant here, but right now, I'm fuming all because dumb people think Prince Harry is not King Charles' son. Now I'm seeing people don't think JFK jr was JFK's son. Mind you JFK jr looks like his father JFK sr. when he was a toddler. If you look at junior's toddler photos you could see he has jfk's eyebrows and nose. It all changed up once he got older. Jfk jr natural hair color is not even that dark to be Onassis guy or the Gianni A.'s child. His natural color hair looks a bit dark brown hair and light brown hair. It even looks like it got some blonde in it. We all know JFK's natural color hair was mixed between brown and red hair. JFK Jr's mouth area resembles JFK's. Those two both have lazy eyes as well and the same eyes shaped. His teeth are also similar to his dad. Also the hairline and forehead area have a striking resemblance. Junior's body shape looks like his father’s. Only thing is junior worked put more. JFK couldn't work out a lot due to his back injuries. Both the father and the son have the same ears and head shape. Junior's face is a bit longer, but it is similar to his uncles Ted Kennedy and Joe Kennedy jr and his grandfather Joe Kennedy sr. He also looks like his grandfather Jackie's father. I know you guys are questioning how did JFK jr came out looking a little darker compare to his father. It is because Jackie and her paternal side of the family are dark. When both him and his sister Caroline were teenagers their facial structure were very similar. JFK himself appearances changed through out the years before he got assassinated. He was on multiple medications due to his injuries and his sickness. So one of the side effects made his face look bloated and his eyes Puffy looking. You have to go by his photos from when he was in his teens, 20s, and 30s to see a difference. Also RFK, JFK, RFK jr, JFK, and JFK's grandson all have this hair chest trail that goes all the way down to their belly button. So my point is here. Stop the bullcr*p. Stop making it seem Jackie was some kind of a "thot" that was hooking up with random while she was married to JFK. That Onassis guy was a short guy. JFK jr is tall just like his dad JFK. So again quit the bullcr*p.
I also want you guys to stop playing on Princess Diana's name while she is still dead. Prince Harry does not look nothing like that bodyguard y'all claim to be his real daddy. They don't even have the same facial structure. The only thing they have in common is the red hair, but Diana's brother is a redhead and Prince Phillip, Harry's grandfather was a red head. Prince Harry looks like his grandfather if you search young Prince Phillip's photos. As Harry is getting older he looks exactly like his father Charles. Those two even have the same "eyes to close" in the center of their faces. I can not believe people can not see the resemblance. Leave the Kennedys alone. They have been through enough.
#the kennedys#kennedy family#john f kennedy#john f kennedy jr#jfk#jfk jr#jackie kennedy#princess diana#prince harry#king charles lll#harry and meghan#aristotle onassis#jack schlossberg#rfk jr#the kennedy family#tumblr rant#personal rant#quit it#sorry for the grammar
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4x02 “Do No Harm”
#outlander#outlander art#outlanderedits#caitriona balfe#claire fraser#83daysofoutlander#sassenach#diana gabaldon#outlanderseason4#outlander4x01#maria doyle kennedy#jocastacameron#thefrasers#jamie x claire#jamie and claire#river run
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THE SECRET CIRCLE S01E14 - Valentine
#fayechamberlainedit#melissaglaseredit#dianameadeedit#tscedit#faye chamberlain#melissa glaser#diana meade#the secret circle#tsc#phoebe tonkin#jessica parker kennedy#shelley hennig#myedits#various
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It's like when supervillains realize they can't defeat Wonder Woman individually, so they decide to join forces.
#RFK Jr#donald trump#republicans#politics#government#us politics#America#USA#vote#voting#democracy#beauty-funny-trippy#democrats#news#funny#lol#Robert Kennedy Jr#comics#aesthetic#jokes#humor#black and white#DC comics#haha#hilarious#Wonder Woman#Justice League#Diana Prince#DC universe#comic books
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The Same Coin (1.4k)
Following the Racoon City incident, Leon met you in his drill squad. You gave him the cold shoulder from day 1.
"I know your history, Kennedy," you sneer, leaning back on your hip. You're both still in your gear, caked in mud and reeking of sweat, but Leon can't get through his drills when you're not communicating with him.
It took less than a week for him to call you on your pettiness.
"You got real lucky once, and they considered you qualified. Some fucking bullshit." Taking long strides towards him, you shove your helmet into his chest. "You're gonna get yourself, and the rest of my team killed."
You must've felt bad after you shoved past and left him holding your helmet (or you were caught and reprimanded) because your communication skills notably worked for him the following day. You were stern and unforgiving in tone whenever you gave orders, but Leon performed well and kept quiet about your standoffish personality.
A few squad members tried to vouch for your character once the tension became noticeable, but Leon didn't experience any changes until his first assignment.
It all went to shit, but it had nothing to do with your team and everything to do with misinformation about the situation. The original directive was abandoned almost immediately as your squad members got picked off by the hoard of undead monsters.
Leon took a moment to respect your quick adaption and headshot precision once realization settled in through his adrenaline. You looked as familiar as he felt, and within hours of your deployment, only three of you were left. You, him, and Sergeant Hendy.
"Fuck!" You spit angrily, covering your flank as the sergeant was briefly overwhelmed. "Pick it up, Sarge!"
Leon felt the urge to grab the soldier's collar and drag his ass back, but you bark 'Negative, Kennedy." You even go as far as dropping your gun to run for it with Leon in tow – effectively using the sergeant's death to your advantage.
"We could've saved him," he murmured bitterly once the danger was gone and you were waiting for exfil. You had been silent since abandoning Sergeant Hendy, communicating only when necessary and relaying information from the radio.
"He was compromised," you respond, void of emotion and attachment. "It was him or us."
"He wasn't bit-" Leon started to snap back, but you silenced him with a look. An expression mixed with anguish and fear that you tried to cover up with a steely gaze, and Leon could see right through it.
"You can blame me all you want, but I made a call." You turned your head away from him, and he couldn't see your face, but he could hear the lump in your throat. "And I'll have to live with it, but- It could've gone a lot worse if we did anything different."
He earns time off after that mission, accepting a luxurious apartment stationed in D.C. for the time being until his skills are required again.
It's nearing midnight when Leon gets a phone call from an unknown number. He's cautious when he answers. Who would be calling him this late?
"Kennedy. Want to grab a drink?" Leon almost drops his phone when your voice echoes in the receiver.
"You realize how late it is?" He runs his free hand over his face as he glances at the digital clock at his bedside. He could hear your environment in the background and deduced you were already a few drinks in, stretching his legs over the edge of the bed until his feet met cold hardwood.
"Did I wake you up?" You didn't sound apologetic or even curious, like you knew the answer. Leon kept quiet, hoping to move past the question as he threw on jeans and a clean shirt, but he heard you hum in drunken amusement. "Thought so. At a bar on West Marshall. I'll let you know when you get here."
You don't, but it's a pretty dead area, and there's only one bar at the end of the street. It doesn't take Leon much effort to locate you by yourself in the corner, fiddling with a shot glass and a half-empty bottle of rum.
"Kennedy, let me pour you a shot." You're quick to serve a hefty amount, but Leon carefully declines.
"I'll take a whiskey," he tells the bartender while sliding into the seat next to you. He's tempted to stop you when you shrug and toss back the shot like water, but your actions are smooth, and you don't look very drunk. "What's the occasion?" Because there has to be a reason you're getting shitfaced by yourself and randomly calling him up, but Leon's smart enough to keep that insight to himself.
"We're celebrating," you drawl, voice cracking as you shake while pouring your next shot. Leon notes how unfocused your eyes are and the beads of sweat forming along your hairline. "As of today, I am officially a Federal Agent."
You roughly knock your shot against his glass before downing it without flinching. Leon takes his sip, but his eyes never leave your face. He can't read anything.
"This is all I've wanted for ten years." Your voice is wavering, and your eyes are suddenly glossy. A scoff makes your shoulders bounce, and you're a little too loose when you fall forward, but you catch yourself. "All it took was my whole fucking squad."
You tilt the bottle back and take large swigs of rum, and Leon decides to stop you there. His arm reaches out to take your wrist, but your other hand smacks him away.
"I could be blacked out and still kick your ass, Kennedy." You end your statement with a hiccup, followed by giddy-drunk laughter, and Leon chuckles gently at your mood swing.
You're drunk, he confirms to himself, watching you pat your pockets until you locate a worn-out box of cigarettes. You pluck one out before hesitating, warily glancing at Leon. You hold the box out to him in a silent question.
Leon shakes his head.
"Not for me."
"Good for you," he hears you murmur against the stick between your lips. Leon's not sure if you meant for him to hear, but he'll take your verbal hazing over the awkward silence. "Where is my- Fuck, there it is." You pull a lighter out next, and Leon imagines you smoke a lot off-duty.
You take a long drag, looking over the table before dragging an ashtray closer by your fingers.
"I owe you an apology," you say after an apparent moment of hesitation. You tap your cigarette against the tray, interested in watching the ash crumble away. "I've been an asshole."
Leon fails to stifle his laugh, earning a sour side-eye from you. "An understatement."
"I just- I hated you. I worked my ass off my whole career to even be considered for a task force. And the second I get it, they assign a rookie cop with almost no field experience to me."
"Yeah, I wasn't too thrilled about it myself," Leon agrees, taking a swig for solidarity.
"I thought I was getting set up to fail when they assigned you to me," you tell him, suddenly serious. "But I don't think I would've made it out alive if you weren't there. So, thank you. And I'm sorry."
You turn in your chair and hold your hand out to him, and Leon wonders if you're aware of your actions now. He smiles when he takes your hand, and you shake it for good measure.
A spark of interest flickers over your face before you pull away and hold your bottle to him to toast with.
Leon laughs as he satisfies you, bumping the bottom of his glass against yours and taking another sip. He eyes you the whole time, gulping down the last of the bottle with a pained sigh once it's finished.
"There, you drank on it," you point out, and Leon looks at you curiously. "We're settled. Shook on it, then drank."
"That's a thing?" Leon frowns as you bob your head up and down. "No, it's not."
"No, it is," you insist, gently drumming your hands against the counter. "It settles disputes better than knocking the other person's teeth in."
"Oh, really? Who the hell told you that?"
"My grandma."
Leon nodded, grateful he decided to take you up on your offer for a drink. "She sounds like a smart woman."
"Yeah," you hum with a dopey smile, reaching for your pockets and signaling the bartender to pay. "She would have liked to meet you."
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy x you#resident evil x you#resident evil imagine#mary on a cross - diana#not beta'd
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The world loves a tragic, beautiful blonde
#girly affirmations#cinnamon girl#im literally just a girl#this is what makes us girls#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#hyper feminine#girlblogger#female hysteria#graphic design#lana del rey#princess diana#carolyn bessette kennedy#natasha richardson#blond girl#blond hair#beautiful
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Things are only impossible until you redefine the possible.
#quotes#writing#spilled ink#life quotes#motivating quotes#get motivated#motivation#books & libraries#books#the dixon rule#elle kennedy#diana dixon#shane lindley
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Jack's opinion on King Charles III's First Official Portrait.
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#jack schlossberg#kennedy family#jfk grandson#king charles iii#british royal family#buckingham#british royals#jonathan yeo#painting#portrait#art#british monarchy#uk monarchy#coronation#britain#queen elizabeth ii#prince harry#prince william#prince of wales#united kingdom#succession#kate middleton#meghan markle#harry and meghan#reign#london#buckingham palace#princess diana#catherine princess of wales#Lady di
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Marseille, il y a maintenant 3 semaines. Il y avait au MuCEM, côté Fort Saint-Jean une autre expo "Trophées et Reliques" :
Johanna Cartier : "Brilliante"
Laurent Perbos : "Ballon²"
ballon de commémoration de la victoire à la Ligue des Champions OM-AC Milan 1993
boule de bowling de John Fitzgerald Kennedy ; gant de Cassius Clay; chaussure de foot de Beckenbauer ; bombe d'équitation de Lady Diana; ballon de foot de Pelé; bonnet d'aviateur de Saint-Exupéry
ballons de rugby - 1930 ; à droite XIX-XXe s.
gants de boxe d'entraînement de Marcel Cerdan - 1944
#marseille#MuCEM#fort saint-jean#sport#trophées et reliques#johanna cartier#ballon de foot#ballon de rugby#rugby#football#foot#ligue des champions#OM#bowling#kennedy#jfk#john fitzgerald kennedy#beckenbauer#lady diana#diana spencer#pelé#saint-exupéry#antoine de saint-exupéry#boxe#aviation#cassius clay#mohammed ali#ballon
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The next day John went off to Paul and Bunny Mellon’s farm in Virginia for a luncheon hosting Princess Diana. Later I bumped into him at the airport and asked about her. “She has the most unusual upwards glance, really seductive.” John reported. I asked if he broached my concerns about IRA prisoners in Long Kesh with Prince Charles. He laughed. “He wasn’t there.” But Diana had “the most unusual blue eyes.” - Billy Noonan “Forever Young: My Friendship with John F. Kennedy Jr”
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Harper’s Bazaar December 1975. “All I Want for Christmas is a Sugar Mommy.”
#harper's bazaar#1975#diana vreeland#paloma picasso#jacqueline kennedy#jackie kennedy#1970s#1970s fashion#vintage fashion#vintage#retro#seventies#vintage article#vintage magazine#christmas#old magazine#magazine#magazines#fashion magazine#hb*#*
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Magazine clippings
#joan crawford#princess diana#british royalty#britney spears#dr who#worzel gummidge#john f kennedy jnr
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