#Izabel London

[realmadridfamily]

Vanja Modrić with her kids Ivano, Ema and Sofia during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Group F match between Croatia and Belgium at Ahmad Bin Ali Stadium on December 01, 2022 in Doha, Qatar.

[wagsthetic]

#wagsthetic

[mishavorshevsky]

MIKHAIL VORSHEVSKY ATTENDS THE 2024 LONDON AWARDS

…. escorting his wife Izabele Anasenko

[morningstar-chronicles]

pinned.

name: morgan/mac

current interests: friendship bracelets, crystals, spirituality

pronouns & gender identity: they/them, maverique

rules:

don't be a bigot

don't be an asshole

NO israel-palestine asks. why don't i allow these anymore?

anti-shifters keep scrolling

shiftokkers are welcome i guess if you promise to be normal

if you have any questions about my DRs PLS PLS ASK!!! i love to answer asks about my DRs literally so much!!

you can absolutely use my script layouts! i'll link them here if you'd like to use them.

dividers are usually from @cafekitsune and will be reblogged as #dividers

sometimes i post content with sexual undertones lmao 😭 these posts will be tagged as #minors avert your eyes

personal posts are tagged #morgan's personal posts

vents are tagged #morgan vents

mutual interactions are tagged as #morgan's moots

DR names: izabel (royals DR), cassia/cassie/cass (marauders DR)

MAIN DR: red white and royal blue DR

archived DRs: the london institute (tid), royals DR, rosewood, pa (pll), fnaf:sb DR - child, boarding school DR, hogwarts - golden trio era (hp), resort DR, windenshire DR, encanto DR, hurricane, ut (fnaf), liar, liar DR, columbia DR, second chance DR, alt CR timeline

active DRs: waiting room, boiling isles (toh), crossover DR, ny institute (tmi), hogwarts - marauders era (hp), paris, france (mlb), stark tower (mcu), gotham, nj (dc), stardew valley, bc, gravity falls (gf), inheritance games DR, aurora cycle DR, camp half-blood, ny (pjo), arcana DR, cirque du soleil DR, fnaf:sb DR - technician

main DR s/os: jayden finnegan, aven whitmore

DR s/os: *hunter wittebane-noceda (toh), *boscha bennett (toh), jayden finnegan (oc), aven whitmore (oc), *pacifica northwest (gf), *via scully (pr), *tyrone pines (gf), *james potter (hp), *harley keener (mcu), *kit herondale (tda), *michael afton (fnaf), alex aiden mullner (sdv), haley (sdv), shane (sdv), sam (sdv), *luke castellan (pjo), abby bourgeois, julian agreste, mika couffaine, *emira blight (toh), *leo valdez (hoo), *conner kent (dc), *garfield logan (dc), *asra alnazar, *muriel the outsider, *georgie cooper (ys)

possible DR s/os: *livia blackthorn (tda), *draco malfoy (hp), *pansy parkinson (hp), *michelle jones (mcu), *shuri (mcu), *merula snyde (hphm), *edric blight (toh), xander hawthorne (tig), *jameson hawthorne (tig), *tyler jones (ac)

* - has been aged up/down depending on how you look at it (possibly significantly depending on canon)

other blogs: @ohgodimashifter (old shifting sideblog), @thestarsandskyaboveus (fanfic), @stembies (studyblr), @enbygirlblogging (girlblogging), @mysticmorningstar (witchcraft & wicca)

lore: canadian, keeps bread outside of fridge, hates pickleball, was a pole dancer briefly, anti-jean paul

[amberjane9]

The album art from Maggie's shop

Presented entirely without comment. Do with these what you will.

Oslo Revival

Come On Over to Our Third Floor Apartment

We’re Having a Party

Just For You

Four In A Bed

Have This Drink

It Doesn’t Taste Weird

We’ll Take Care Of You

We Love You

You’re One Of Us Now

Together Forever

Disguises

Carol and her hat

The bicycle

Memories of a windchime

Lunch

Who am i today

Make me cry

Peggy asked for her jumper back

It’s raining in my kitchen

You cast a spell on my wife

Running into danger

Transcending the patriarchy

Plumbing

A dozen eggs (too many)

Someone New in the Bedroom

Better Together

No track listings

Kubasulu

Great White Lies

Fishy Business

Fluent in Shark-asm

Vanish into Fin-air

Gettin’ Chummy

You’re Gill-ty

No-fin Left to Lose

I Chews You

Sweating in the City

No track listing

Rat Kieth

Look at This Mountain

The Mountain I climbed

Assorted Wailing Cries of Peril

I Ate Some Berries (Shouldn’t Have Done That)

What Happens on the Mountain Stays on the Mountain

I See It in My Dreams

Soiled Leaves and Soft Bark

Don’t Touch the Mushrooms

Huddle for Warmth

My Map Blew Away

This Is My Home Now

Finally Rescued

A Dog in God’s Hot Car

Chem Trails

Raga Kobot

Earth, Swallow Me Whole

Why Can’t I Just Stay In Bed?

Sighing Loudly

No One’s Going to Lunch

I’m Hungry But I Don’t WAnt to Eat Alone

I Wonder What’s On the Menu Today

Probably Something Mediocre

I’m Tired

It’s Friday

I Wish It Would End

Just Sounds 2.0

Falling Coin

Stubbed Toe

Oops!

Rice in a Bowl

Spoon Clang 

Gagging

Crinkled Paper

Bad Alphabet

Winded

Deaf Dust

Change the Lightbulb

Cartwheels in Mexico

This cinnamon candle

Hold me

Let go

Who wait’s for us?

Awesome

The basement’s pretty dark

Broken Bulb

Stairway to your Mum’s house.

Snapshots From the Moon

Randa Ransom

Doin’ It in the Dust

Hard on the Rocks

Ridin’ The Horizon

Tall Drink of Water

Wear My Hat

Call My Name

Let Me Use A Saddle

Just Us in the Dust

I’m Lost and I Don’t Speak the Language

Lost in Tokyo

WHat’s that shop selling?

Sex Dolls (Self-Assembly)

Where’s the bathroom?

This Toilet is Singing

More Sex Dolls

There’s a Cafe for Cats

I Want to Go Home

What’s Home in Japanese?

Take Me Anywhere Taxi Man

The Answer May Surprise You

Georgina O’Georgia

Gorgeous in Georgia

Oh George, you’re gorgeous

It’s Georgia with a G!

Get your hands off my hair

Yes, that’s my real name

Spur Of The Moment

The Walking Shambles

Long Strides

Moira Walbrook

Getting Darker Seeing the Light, Vol. 4

Au Revoir Fingers

Red Eye Smiles

Stupid Teeth

Lateral Incisor

Rosanna Koson

Skinny Dipping

Sheila Sims

International Tour Live Recording, London 2015

Kobie Conroy

A Single Malt and a Good Woman

Alexandru Wainright

Flying Birds and Chem Trails

Izabelle McLaughlin

Singing in my Sleep

Allison Hut

Symphony No. 4 - Soprano, Recorded Performance with the Silver City Players

Milli LeBlanc

Set me on fire

Antoine Balynska

It’s Been a Long Night

I can’t wait to take my shoes off

Slip into the bath

Read a good book

Have a watery nap

Grab my jammies

Curl up in bed

Press my head into the pillow

Fall asleep forever

The Silver City Players

Climbing the mountain of God

My first-born is yours, O Lord

Prayers for supper

Fishing Rodney

Small Pond

CT Bazz

Locking up and looking down

No track listing

Dank Balaclava

No track listing

Moshe Redman

Up close and personal

Michelle Kolov

Layers

Hamid Moon

Sea Songs

One day I started floating

Got lost in the waves

Didn’t bring a paddle

Been here for three weeks

Can’t see land

There’s little hope left

Rehan Yu

Neon Dreams 2.0

Late night madness

Last orders

Stumbling

The night tube

Falling asleep

Waking up in Vauxhall

The night tube (remix)

Giving up at Wood Green

Walking alone

I dropped my phone

Shitty kebab

Restless sleep in a bush

[galadriel1010]

I'm femme, but specifically Bon Marche at a garden party femme, you know? Joe Browns core. It's gotta be kooky, or look like a particularly bold wallpaper choice. I have to look at all times like I might be on my way to tea with the vicar.

[the-izabele-anasenko]

Suddenly it clicked for Izabele where she knew this woman from. She was what people called a 'socialite'. She hadn't been super familiar with the term but had grown to understand it while she was in London. The other woman had a way about her, like she was used to navigating tough situations, and she was extremely beautiful. Izabele could see why she'd become a popular face.

She chuckled for a moment. "No, not all the way from Russia. But from the more affluent tents." She rarely corrected people that she was from Ukraine. People were going to lump her in with her husband's family and she was quite used to that.

Izabele didn't often smoke, but that didn't mean she never had. She clasped her hands in front of her and blew out a breath, "Sure. Why not?" She asked, shaking her head and shrugging one shoulder. A knowing smile settled on her features as the French woman said her name. She played this game with other models all the time. Who could be the most passive aggressive, yet seemingly sweet. "Yes. And you are Odile St. Pierre. I heard about your brother...I'm very sorry," she said, actually meaning it, honesty leaking into the words. She wasn't involved in whatever had happened and if it had been one of her own brothers, she would have been beside herself. "I hope he'll make a full recovery."

The face, while familiar, takes a second: she stares, another moment passes, and then it clicks. Like a crashing of familiarity -- the wife of Mikhail Vorshevsky. Izabele, she believed. Odile might've used her tongue like a poisoned dart, but there were times, much like this one, where she reserved a softer approach. Being a socialite meant being the face, and matching the energy was important to ones survival.

She wasn't wiling to be outright at war when there was a weekend ahead.

Unless they bared the name Lara Rutherford.

"Smuggle? Where? All the way from Russia?" Odile laughed, a flash of teeth as she began patting her own bag down. "I must have something, I'm not usually so unprepared -- do you want a smoke?" A cigarette, she did have. It would placate her for now. "It's Izabele, right?" Play the game.

[poppyvaledeb]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: IZABEL LONDON FREE SIZE KAFTAN : Preloved.

[twenytwenytwo]

Dec 31 2022 (9:46am)

When your ideal is in the future, your motivational juices can flow. If it is in the past, you must let it go, and understand that you must separate it (your ideal) from the now tangible things, people, places, situations that your ideal manifested, now in the past.

You now must perform and daunting surgery, a distillation and rescue mission to free your ideal from the weights that brought down to you from the heavens.

When your ideal is in the future, you (at least I do) embrace the unknown, the random unfoldings because they are symptomatic of the process that is taking you closer (perhaps not directly toward) to your ideal.

When things are good, I don’t feel in control or out of control on any grand way. What little amount of influence and control I have over the universe is plenty.

I look back into my past and see good times of going to London drugs and driving to the movie theatre, laughing in the car with Izabel. I also see good times with Ethan, jamming in the basement, making incredible music that fills my heart with inspiration and good feelings. These visions from the past are not the whole truth, they are part of it, but not the entirety. What I miss is part of it, a slice inflated into perfection, but I am treating it as the whole. The whole truth of the time gone by. So in a sense you could say that I’m having nostalgia for something that isn’t real because the version of it — of the past — is not real; it’s incomplete. It’s missing the frustrating, unpleasant parts.

[realmadridfamily]

“Summer with family! ❤️❤️❤️❤️” - Luka

[the-izabele-anasenko]

After meeting Yvonne Rutherford, Izabele had done some research. She'd heard of the Rutherford family since moving to London, of course. She'd made it partially her business to know who the bigger families around London were. Which is why she was able to recognize the man in front of her much easier than she would have before.

Yvonne had seemed nice enough, and it had been nice to bond over being mothers with one another. Perhaps her brother would be just as nice? At the end of the day, she didn't know for sure, but she was keen to find out.

"You'd be very surprised," she said, her deep voice chuckling. "I had two brothers growing up. Wherever they went, I was soon to follow." Until she started her modeling career and couldn't follow as much as she wished to. "It was my mom who got me into the spotlight. When I'm just Iza, I'm more laid back and less...put together," she offered.

"We didn't have much in Ukraine. We had each other and a car. So the only trips we really took were road trips and camping trips. I'm an old pro at camping, at this point. It's nice to flex those muscles again. What about you? You a fan of camping?"

He knows who she is, because he'd seen her enough times on the arm of Konstantin's younger brother to be able to put two and two together. He can't recall her name, nor any specific activities she might have been involved in; as one such as he, grudgingly enmeshed in his family's social circles, might've had cause to learn by sheer proximity.

Which means she's either a very low threat, or a discreet enough presence as to be a much greater one compared to those members in the Russian mafia whose reputations precede them already.

So, much as he appreciates her remark, his own response comes off a little guarded.

"I'd wager most of our guests prefer the opulence of much more glamorous settings. One might assume that to be especially true for a woman who works in entertainment. But... Not you?" He doesn't know exactly what she does, but he remembers seeing her face plastered on a billboard or some magazine, at some point.

"I take it this isn't your first time camping?"

[carzenriq]

David Koma // Spring 2023

#LFW - London Fashion Week

[likeavsangel]

[rosie-posies-blog]

**Izabel London Multi Green Mini Dress ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more Izabel London)

[svetavorshevsky]

Svetlana exhaled a faux sigh, flickering her eyes to take in their immediate surroundings once more: always prepared for it to go awry any second -- she wasn't calculated in any sense but to inflict pain. Settling back on Misha, her initial reluctance, while characteristic, had her shoulders lumping while a sardonic smile etched itself onto cold features.

The tedium of the event wouldn't change, and while his advice of leaving was more tempting that she let on, there were things even she felt neccessary. While she'd used being unknown in London to her advantage initially: it couldn't stay that way forever.

Sveta waved a hand dismissively, frustrations seeping from her shoulders in his presence. Turning her own gaze to Mikhail's wife, as she dipper her head and started towards the bar. "Besides," she continued, "I'd rather endure this torture with pleasant company than retreat -- who knows what I'll miss." and she'd never been one to run away from something just becuse it was hard, or uninviting.

If anything, she lived for that. His comment regarding her status had her smiling, something odd for others to witness, and a rarity. "Pavel would probably have a heart attack if he heard me say that." tempering her features back to their normal, stoic expression. "And you and Izabele? All well?"

"There is always the option to go home, Sveta. It would be a waste of your nice ensemble, but we won't force you to endure for the sake of a nomination." Hell, Misha hadn't bothered attending last year's events until the after party. Even then he fractionally regretted showing up, if only because it added more stress to Kosta's plate when cleaning up the mess made by lower ranks.

Drinking hardly required him being asked twice and with an encouraging nod to Iza as she turned to spot him in the crowd, he gestured his cousin forward. "Of all the things you are, I guarantee no one thinks that."

[deanfreakingwinchesterismyhero]

Outfit #79 by sunshine24-7-1 featuring Bobbi Brown Cosmetics