madeline bestes

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During the fifth episode of “Big Little Lies,” director Jean-Marc Vallée unveiled an image so instantly satisfying its full weight didn’t register right away: Three women, running together in silence, wordlessly united against the pain all around them. Jane’s therapeutic jogging scenes have become a staple of the HBO limited series, but Shailene Woodley’s character is no longer alone. Her new equally tormented best friends, Madeline (Reese Witherspoon) and Celeste (Nicole Kidman), are now running right beside her. It’s a testament to the support needed to survive in a world filled with hardship, but it’s also a conviction of silent suffering. Each woman has a secret. Each woman is afraid to confess her secret, and — as the series so prominently foreshadows — it could end up killing one of them.

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The memories well up like springwater, faster than I can hold them back. They do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in the summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.

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“And then there was the sort of evil with which Madeline had no experience: cruelty in hotel rooms and violence in suburban homes and little girls sold like merchandise, shattering innocent hearts.”

Secret’s Out

Secret’s Out: Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine

Summary: Based on this Anon request:

Could you maybe do a Draco x Hufflepuff reader where y/n secretly likes him and one of his friends finds out and tells him and so he starts teasing her? thanks :) 💛

Word Count: 6,428

Warnings: Sexual references (nothing explicit), language, teenage drama™ and shameless references to Sixteen Candles. 6th year and No Voldy

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demiromantic people do not need to specify what genders they are romantically attracted to!

they have their reasons for which they do not specify it, and you should respect that!

their identity does not have to be a modifier!

it is 100% okay if your a-spec identity is enough for you to describe your attraction!

you do what makes you feel best!

<3

42nd annual César Awards winners

BEST FILM

“Divines” produced by Marc-Benoit Créancier, directed by Houda Benyamina
“Elle” produced by Saïd Ben Saïd, Michel Merkt, directed by Paul Verhoeven — WINNER
“Frantz” produced by Eric Altmayer, Nicolas Altmayer, directed by François Ozon
“Les Innocentes” produced by Eric Altmayer, Nicolas Altmayer, directed by Anne Fontaine
“Ma Loute” produced by Jean Bréhat, Rachid Bouchareb, Muriel Merlin, directed by Bruno Dumont
“Mal de Pierres” produced by Alain Attal, directed by Nicole Garcia
“Victoria” produced by Emmanuel Chaumet, directed by Justine Triet

BEST DIRECTOR

Houda Benyamina, “Divines”
Paul Verhoeven, “Elle”
François Ozon, “Frantz”
Anne Fontaine, “Les Innocentes”
Xavier Dolan, “Juste La Fin Du Monde” — WINNER
Bruno Dumont, “Ma Loute”
Nicole Garcia, “Mal De Pierres”

BEST ACTRESS

Judith Chemla, “Une Vie”
Marion Cotillard, “Mal de Pierres”
Virginie Efira, “Victoria”
Marina Foïs, “Irréprochable”
Isabelle Huppert, “Elle” — WINNER
Sidse Babett Knudsen, “La Fille de Brest”
Soko, “La Danseuse”

BEST ACTOR

François Cluzet, “Médecin de Campagne”
Pierre Deladonchamps, “Le Fils de Jean”
Nicolas Duvauchelle, “Je Ne Suis Pas Un Salaud”
Fabrice Luchini, “Ma Loute”
Pierre Niney, “Frantz”
Omar Sy, “Chocolat”
Gaspard Ulliel, “Juste La Fin Du Monde” — WINNER

BREAKOUT ACTRESS

Oulaya Amamra, “Divines” — WINNER
Paula Beer, “Frantz”
Lily-Rose Depp, “La Danseuse”
Noémie Merlant, “Le Ciel Attendra”
Raph, “Ma Loute”

BREAKOUT ACTOR

Jonas Bloquet, “Elle”
Damien Bonnard, “Rester Vertical”
Corentin Fila, “Quand On A 17 Ans”
Kacey Mottet Klein, “Quand On A 17 Ans”
Niels Schneider, “Diamant Noir” — WINNER

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS

Nathalie Baye, “Juste La Fin Du Monde”
Valeria Bruni Tedeschi, “Ma Loute”
Anne Consigny, “Elle”
Déborah Lukumuena, “Divines” — WINNER
Mélanie Thierry, “La Danseuse”

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR

Gabriel Arcand, “Le Fils de Jean”
Vincent Cassel, “Juste La Fin Du Monde”
Vincent Lacoste, “Victoria”
Laurent Lafitte, “Elle”
Melvil Poupaud, “Victoria”
James Thierrée, “Chocolat” — WINNER

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LGBT+ books: The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

“A grass-stained foot hangs loose. Locks of tousled hair have slipped from the makeshift shroud. The numbness now is merciful. A last few moments of it. Then, the fall. He snatches for his sword to slash his throat. It is only when his hand comes up empty that he remembers: he gave the sword to me. Then Antilochus is seizing his wrists, and the men are all talking. All he can see is the bloodstained cloth. With a roar he throws Antilochus from him, knocks down Menelaus. He falls on the body. The knowledge rushes up in him, choking off breath. A scream comes, tearing its way out. And then another, and another. He seizes his hair in his hands and yanks it from his head. Golden strands fall onto the bloody corpse. Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.”

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Today the nominations for the Oscars 2017 were announced! 

The nominees for the Best Costume Design are:

Joanna Johnston for Allied (2016) by Robert Zemeckis

Colleen Atwood for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2016) by David Yates

Consolata Boyle for Florence Foster Jenkins (2016) by Stephen Frears

Mary Zophres for La La Land (2016) by Damien Chazelle

Madeline Fontaine for Jackie (2016) by Pablo Larraín

Congratulations to all of them.

2017 César Awards - nominees

BEST FILM

“Divines” produced by Marc-Benoit Créancier, directed by Houda Benyamina
“Elle” produced by Saïd Ben Saïd, Michel Merkt, directed by Paul Verhoeven
“Frantz” produced by Eric Altmayer, Nicolas Altmayer, directed by François Ozon
“Les Innocentes” produced by Eric Altmayer, Nicolas Altmayer, directed by Anne Fontaine
“Ma Loute” produced by Jean Bréhat, Rachid Bouchareb, Muriel Merlin, directed by Bruno Dumont
“Mal de Pierres” produced by Alain Attal, directed by Nicole Garcia
“Victoria” produced by Emmanuel Chaumet, directed by Justine Triet

BEST DIRECTOR

Houda Benyamina, “Divines”
Paul Verhoeven, “Elle”
François Ozon, “Frantz”
Anne Fontaine, “Les Innocentes”
Xavier Dolan, “Juste La Fin Du Monde”
Bruno Dumont, “Ma Loute”
Nicole Garcia, “Mal De Pierres”

BEST ACTRESS

Judith Chemla, “Une Vie”
Marion Cotillard, “Mal de Pierres”
Virginie Efira, “Victoria”
Marina Foïs, “Irréprochable”
Isabelle Huppert, “Elle”
Sidse Babett Knudsen, “La Fille de Brest”
Soko, “La Danseuse”

BEST ACTOR

François Cluzet, “Médecin de Campagne”
Pierre Deladonchamps, “Le Fils de Jean”
Nicolas Duvauchelle, “Je Ne Suis Pas Un Salaud”
Fabrice Luchini, “Ma Loute”
Pierre Niney, “Frantz”
Omar Sy, “Chocolat”
Gaspard Ulliel, “Juste La Fin Du Monde”

BREAKOUT ACTRESS

Oulaya Amamra, “Divines”
Paula Beer, “Frantz”
Lily-Rose Depp, “La Danseuse”
Noémie Merlant, “Le Ciel Attendra”
Raph, “Ma Loute”

BREAKOUT ACTOR

Jonas Bloquet, “Elle”
Damien Bonnard, “Rester Vertical”
Corentin Fila, “Quand On A 17 Ans”
Kacey Mottet Klein, “Quand On A 17 Ans”
Niels Schneider, “Diamant Noir”

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS

Nathalie Baye, “Juste La Fin Du Monde”
Valeria Bruni Tedeschi, “Ma Loute”
Anne Consigny, “Elle”
Déborah Lukumuena, “Divines”
Mélanie Thierry, “La Danseuse”

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR

Gabriel Arcand, “Le Fils de Jean”
Vincent Cassel, “Juste La Fin Du Monde”
Vincent Lacoste, “Victoria”
Laurent Lafitte, “Elle”
Melvil Poupaud, “Victoria”
James Thierrée, “Chocolat”

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           “James?”

           The knight’s head snapped up at the call coming from the other room, full body tense. It was Q. Q was calling out to him from the other side of the door.

           Alec’s hand appeared on his chest in warning. He couldn’t go to him. Their prince was currently locked up in the apothecary, being treated by the frantic but determined Madeline after he had collapsed at dinner. It had all happened so quickly, the youngest prince hiding his smile behind his cup at something King Mycroft had said when suddenly he was on the ground, spasming and foaming at the mouth. James hadn’t thought, had simply scooped Q up in his arms and rushed him to the apothecary. At the moment everything depended on Madeline’s ability to purge the poison from the prince’s body and Q’s willingness to live.

           “James!”

           The knight made to launch himself out of his seat, but Alec was just as quick, wrapping his arms around his friend’s chest and holding him down. “James, you can’t.” The other knight told him urgently.

           “Alec, please.” James Bond didn’t beg, but his friend had to know how much this was killing him. It was common knowledge that James was far too sweet on his charge for their relationship of protector and royal to be a normal one. Hell, Alec was the one who made the most jokes about James earning his keep more by warming Q’s bed than doing any actual fighting. It was a blessing that their relationship was often met with a blind eye. Q was the youngest of the nation’s rulers, and proved his worth with innovative toys for his king’s army, so most people didn’t care much who he was sleeping with. James cared, a lot, but mostly because that person was him.

           “James!

           This one was a wail, broken and scared, and something in James’ chest broke. He snarled, sending his elbow sharply into Alec’s sternum and forcing the other knight to release him. He shot up out of his chair, consumed by need to reach his darling, his prince, his-

           He was almost to the door when the flat of Eve’s sword smacked against his chest, bouncing harmlessly off his chain mail but stealing his breath away. He glared up at her murderously, but the woman held her ground. “You know you can’t go in there, James.” She snapped, the fire in her eyes facing the ice in his head on. “Madeline is doing the best she can, but you have to let her work. If you go barging in, you’ll only make it worse.”

           James held her glare for a few moments more before turning away to pace with a growl of defiance. She was right, he couldn’t deny that, and it simply made him all the more frustrated. He couldn’t stop thinking about Q, the frail prince writhing in his arms as his eyes rolled back. James was almost sure he had reached the apothecary too late.

           And to think that just moments before Q’s big green eyes had been smiling at him over the lip of his cup. The prince had sent him a wink and James had smiled, his chest warm at the small act of secret intimacy.

           James stopped in his tracks and hung his head, his hand clutching at where his heart was supposed to be. It was missing. It was in the other room. Neither of his friends did anything but watch.

           James’ fingers clenched painfully at his chainmail where he longed to be holding a knife. Whoever had done this was going to pay.

           The wait felt like hours. James couldn’t say for certain, but eventually Madeline emerged looking wary but relieved, shoulders turned down and dark circles under her eyes. James stared at her with bated breath, silently willing her to speak.

           “He’ll live.” She said, exhaustion creeping into her every syllable. “You can see him now.”

           James shouldered past her through the door, not caring how rude he may seem. Q was buried under covers on a small bed, skin pale and dark curls sticking to his forehead with sweat. All of James’ breath left him at once, and he lowered himself down ono the side of the bed with slow, careful movements, not wanting to disturb his prince.

           Q’s eyelids fluttered anyway, slits of brilliant, hazy green quickly seeking out his knight. “James.” This time it was soft, reassured, and James cupped Q’s face in his hand.

           “I’m here, Q. It’s alright. Everything’s okay now.”

           The prince sighed, sleepy and content, and James melted. Anyone who tried to pull him away from the prince’s side in the coming days was in for a rude awakening. “That’s good.” Q breathed.

           “Sleep now. Everything’s okay. I have you.”

           Q dropped off with James’ cool palm pressed against his feverous cheek. James sighed. Everything would be okay.

Prince! Luke Imagine

Pairing: Y/N and Luke

Rating: loads of fluff fam

Summary: You are a servant at the Hemming’s Palace but Luke fancies you better than the proper maids he’s forced to communicate with. 

         Your parents got you the job when you were 16. You were to be a servant girl at the Hemming’s Palace, the rulers of your small country, and send all the payments back home to help your family. You were even allowed to stay in a small part of the castle, along with the rest of your coworkers. The job wasn’t hard really. You were there at every meal, waiting to be addressed for more water or to a new dinner cloth. You had made friends with a girl just two years older than you, her name was Madeline. Best friends, you would say since you spent a majority of your day with her. Sometimes you would help the queen get prepared for a big event, lacing up her corset as she winces in pain. Or sometimes you would await outside during afternoon croquet, fetching the balls if one of the younger guests didn’t grasp the concept. The job actually wasn’t bad, most everyone woke up with happy smiles and enthusiasm to be working and living in the prettiest castle within a 100 mile radius. No, the only problem you encounter on a day to day basis was Prince Luke. Quite possibly the most tender hearted, and not to mention, attractive, person you’ve ever made eye contact with. But he was a prince, it wouldn’t…couldn’t go anywhere. Still, dreaming about his long arms around your body as you sleep in your cot wasn’t the worst thing to do with your free time. 

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