#madeleine swann

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LÉA SEYDOUX AS MADELEINE SWANN Spectre (2015) dir. Sam Mendes

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LÉA SEYDOUX AS MADELEINE SWANN Spectre (2015) dir. Sam Mendes

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Madeleine Swann in pale green dress

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Our Week 2 LDWS Drabbles are here!

Prompt: an image prompt of a red train travelling over a stone bridge in a tree-filled Scottish landscape:

Word count: 150

You can read their drabbles HERE and vote for your top three favorites using THIS FORM!

Thank you so much not just to our writers, but also to our readers and voters—we couldn’t have this competition without any of your valuable contributions. <3

We’ll release voting results on Monday. Good luck with week two, writers!

And join us in discord Saturday night at 9pm eastern to read the drabbles aloud!

[drswannbond]

James Bond Girls - Léa Seydoux and Lisa-Dorah Sonnet on the set of No Time To Die (2021)

[elisacifuentes]

Vesper. She gave everything for you.

[luminiferocity]

007 Fest 2024 master post

What a month! Thank you everyone for making it so much fun ❤️

Bond and 00Q fics and manips in chronological order

At Dawn - Double drabble, young Bond, gen

The making of a double-oh - Cold Blood by Dave Not Dave

Blackout poem - Based on the British Health and Safety Executive's page on accidents and illness in the workplace

James Bond x Turner (1) - Skyfall x The Fighting Temeraire

Lucky me - 911 by Teddy Swims

James Bond x Turner (2) - Spectre x The Dark, Blue and Red Rigis

James Bond x Turner (3) - No Time To Die x Peace – Burial at Sea

In Memoriam - Drabble, 00Q, angst

Other fic

Alive in New Light - Domestic Swann00Q, now complete (started for 007 Fest 2023 polyamory day!)

Scavenger hunt and other posts

Fest character intro post

The Quartermaster created in newspaper and an in-character report

My prophetic vision full Technicolor dream of the next Bond film trailer

Bond reference in the wild in The Psychopath Test

James Bond x Archer incorrect quotes

[danielcraig-fanarts]

NEW PHOTOS

I love these new pictures and them 🥹 THEY LOOK SO GOOD IN THESE SCENESSSS

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A black out poem from Am I the ghost at the end of the song?

too late sparkling blue sunlit sea thundering Majesty of England the future peaceful

from Chapter 4: Someone has to leave first

In the climate controlled storage unit in London, Q is carefully setting aside some of Bond's things for Mathilde. The worn copy of The Once and Future King . The lapis lazuli monogrammed cufflinks Bond favored. A bottle of Floris No.89. Whether she treasured them or trashed them, she should have the opportunity to make the choice. 

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One Dress a Day Challenge

September: Bond Films

No Time to Die / Léa Seydoux as Madeleine Swann

Over the course of surveying several movies by now, I'm struck by how often "Bond girls" wear white, especially for day wear. Here's a simple but effective example from No Time to Die: a button-front dress by Spanish designer Massimo Dutti, made of soft ribbed material (knit?). As designed, the dress comes with a belt, but Madeleine doesn't wear it. With the white dress, Madeleine wears white Castañer Chiarita Espadrilles wedge sandals and carries a Tod's Double T Bucket Bag Mini purse. I didn't spot any jewelry.

White is a bit of a signature color for the character, as she also wore white in the previous film, Spectre. In this particular scene, it has the effect of making her look angelic and wronged when Bond accuses her of betraying him.

Although this film was released in 2021, it was filmed in 2019, so I'm filing it under 2010s fashion.

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Madeleine Swann`s pale green dress (Spectre, 2015)

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SPECTRE 2015

[drswannbond]

what he says: i’m fine (i don’t know her at all)

what he means: i do know that for what felt like five minutes of my life i wanted everything with you. and it's not because i didn't trust... it was just that feeling. i know i've come here to find out who gave you the poison but i'm not going to leave here without you knowing that i have loved you. and i will love you. and i do not regret a single moment of my life that led me to you... except when i put you on that train.

[dorminchu]

teaser ;)

Music: The Leeds House by The Reds from the film Manhunter.

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Friends with Strangers

This is The Scene from Spectre that absolutely, totally happened, even if all we have is the script. Or at least a small part of it. (if you don't know which scene, here's the script ) Also, my fill for both "silenced" and "main villain".

on ao3

Q had always been afraid this might happen, so he shouldn't be surprised.

At the bottom of his heart, Q wasn't really one to seek for people to blame. He couldn't much be, in his line of work, and the only people who were, were the people he'd rather not liken himself with. The board committee was always very keen on finding people to blame when really, at the core all that mattered was what needed to be improved.

So one could say he was indulging at the moment, looking for the person responsible for this mess. Because truth be told, there was only one person, and he didn't like who it was. But even after well over an hour spent on it, he still couldn't come up with anyone but himself.

Because when Bond said jump he asked how high and it truly only had been a matter of time until he was free falling. Bloody fucking damnit. Well, he could tell himself he'd had a good run, all in all. Three years wasn't too bad. A bitter voice told him that there weren't all too many people who had survived as long this close to the man.

He tried to shift his weight and groaned with pain. Right. This was why he wasn't doing much of this. Not that he could forget. His face felt swollen, his lip and jaw pulsated, and he held his hands cradled close to his chest. His glasses weren't unscathed, but still functional, and Q was more relieved about that than probably reasonable. Not as if he had any chance of fleeing. Not as if he enjoyed what he was seeing.

He heard the door open and though he willed himself not to look, not to move too much, he tensed and his entire body screamed in pain. He could retrace every single blow, could map where one ache bled into the next, like water colours on a wet page.

Steps came closer until a well-dressed man with greying hair stepped in his field of vision. He was in his fifties, if Q was to guess, well-dressed and handsome in that well-groomed way that Q never quite learned to trust.

"Ah, hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. Let's not bother with names, if you don't mind. I've found that people are so seldom honest about theirs in our line of work." Under different circumstances, Q would have cocked an eyebrow. Our line of work? What did he think their line of work was?

"Now, I'll have some guests arriving soon, and you actually have some seats in the first row to watch it all unfold. Even on the sunny side of the compound. I think you will enjoy this. But first - this might be a bit unsavoury, but needs must, you see." He looked back towards the door and the man who'd kept Q company earlier stepped closer. Q clenched his jaw to suppress any sounds, to not whimper and shake and shy away on sheer instinct. Unfortunately, this exactly appeared to be his goal. He pulled out a white cloth and pried Q's already aching jaw open. He wasn't putting up much of a fight. He wasn't in the mood for conversation.

Of course that changed only minutes later. The man and his muscle simply remained by his side, apparently unbothered by the heat that was starting to truly get to Q. He would have the worst sunburn after this. If he ever made it out, of course.

And then James stepped into the room right in front of his mirror glass prison, and Q wanted to scream. Wanted to shout, wanted to warn him, wanted to be saved.

The woman was still with him. Dr Swann, if he remembered correctly.

"I really didn't think he'd bring her when he comes after you, but then, James could never resist a pretty face, can he?", the man said conversationally, as if he knew James, as if they were friends, and Q felt tears of frustration and pain burn in his eyes. "Well, I'm afraid I'll leave you for now, I have more guests to entertain. We'll join you soon. I'm sure James will be thrilled to see you. Until then, you don't have to make a sound."

He left Q alone in the room, the sun steadily frying the last of Q's nerves to cinders, and Q watched the entire encounter from afar, blood seeping into his gag as his consciousness slowly waned.

The last coherent thought was James, and how he hoped that he had that watch figured out by now.