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daphneallard · 4 years

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A BRIEF INTRODUCTION TO THE ALLARD FAMILY

SOME OF DAPHNE’S RELATIVES:

Philippe Allard ➟ Father Hélène Allard ➟ Mother Anna Allard ➟ Paternal Grandmother Raphael Allard ➟ Paternal Grandfather Isabelle & Célia Cardinale – Maternal Aunts

SNAPSHOTS:

TOP LEFT: Philippe Allard with his first wife, Marianne TOP RIGHT: Anna Allard picking flowers CENTER: A young Philippe with his father, Raphael BOTTOM LEFT: Hélène Allard at a gala BOTTOM RIGHT: Philippe driving Anna to the store

PHILIPPE ALLARD fc: daniel day-lewis

Chairman of the Allard Company, a multinational hospitality corporation based in Verona, Italy. With 100+ locations around the world, the Allard’s have been nicknamed “the Hilton’s of Europe,” but the family has rejected that label, saying that the Hilton’s should be “the Allard’s of America” instead.

Although a well-liked and respected individual, Philippe is a cunning businessman and is not to be underestimated when it comes to negotiations. Although the Allard’s have been associated with the Capulet’s for decades, it wasn’t until Philippe took over the family business in 1982 that they begun having a more serious partnership. It’s always been unclear who needs who more in the business arrangement. Despite his vested interest in the Capulet organization, Philippe is loyal to the Allard family.

He married long-time girlfriend Marianne Moreau, a French actress, in 1977, but Marianne passed away in 1984. Although he swore he would never love again, two years later, he met Hèléne Cardinale, a glamorous French-Italian architect, his mother, Anna, hired her to do repairs on the villa.

Philippe has been happily married to Hélène since 1987, and they have one daughter, Daphne. Although he doesn’t want to slow down, he’s had bouts of ill health the past several years, forcing him to slow down.

HÉLÈNE ALLARD NEE CARDINALE fc: jennifer ehle

A retired architect, Hélène now sits on the boards of various environmental and arts organizations in Italy. When her husband is ill, she takes on a more involved role in the company.

Born in Milan to an esteemed theatre director and an opera singer, her childhood was glamorous, if not entirely stable to her parent’s frequent fights, even more frequent affairs, and reckless financial decisions. They were involved in the upper echelons of society, but were not part of the old money world.

Hélène and her two sisters, Isabelle and Célia, were mostly raised by their devout Catholic grandmother in the south of France. Isabelle entered a convent, while Célia married a much older man for his money. After both her husband and grandmother’s death, Célia bought her grandmother’s house and frequently hosts grand parties there.

Héléne returned to Italy to study architecture, making a successful career for herself. Her life changed forever when she was hired to renovate the Allard family villa by Anna Allard, the famed Allard family matriarch. There, she met her future husband, Philippe; within the next few years, the pair were married and had a daughter, Daphne.

Despite initial struggled to acclimate to high society, Hélène eventually adjusted. Although still a kind, generous woman who cares about others, she’s capable of navigating the waters of Verona’s elite with frightening efficiency.

#diveronatalk #&. muse | i will answer to knife #&. graphics | look i made a thing #tw death mention #her parent's bio's under the cut

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catherinedaly · 4 years

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DiVerona Tinder Profiles [ 1/? ] (insp) + (psd)

❝ Make every single moment c o u n t. Tinder is more than a dating app. It's a cultural movement. WELCOME to #swipelife. ❞

( featuring @lavolumnia + @theodoramoreaus + @tomassabello )

#i cannot heave my heart into my mouth | photoshop creations #diveronatalk #/ going in reverse alphabetical order!! ehehehe #re: tomas #re: vivianne #re: theodora #tp

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cleosokolova · 4 years

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INTRODUCING THE SCHUYLER ST. PETERSBURG SISTERS

calina sokolova as angelica schuyler brielle king as eliza schuyler [ @czarnichego ] heloise maksimovich as peggy schuyler [ @heloisem ]

#re: brielle #re: heloise #diveronatalk #if it be love indeed | photoshop creations #/ imma cry ;~;#/ it took all my strength not to have weezes be AND PEGGY #/ JSNJNFJNF

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lamrien · 4 years

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IVAN RAHAL / LEIGH BARDUGO, SIX OF CROWS / @ivanrahal

happy birthday, jem ! ♡

#diveronatalk #BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY #BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#anyways ivan rahal is a SNAKE but he is a SNAKE i would SMOOCH if given the chance I LOVE U JEM HAPPY TAURUS BIRTHDAY BABY #IN A TRAGEDY NOTHING IS IN DOUBT / IVAN

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rafaellacapulet · 4 years

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“Everything rough becomes delicate when you love it. More roses, more roses, more roses.”

FEATURED: @stlapin & @julianaxcapulet & @maeve-petre

DIVERONA GRAPHICS 1/ ∞

#diveronatalk #dvseries #imma just do edits of ALL the gangs :)

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deadagainmaevepetre · 4 years

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EVERETT CRAVEN & VIVIANNE SLOANE

Love me violently, viciously. Love me like you want to kill me.

featuring @evcravens & @lavolumnia

#i know u guys are so impressed w/ my photoshop prowess #please hold the applause #diveronatalk #yes i am really going to put this in the talk tag. i want everyone to see

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ofcastora · 3 years

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SHAKESPEARE’S CORDELIA + DIVERONA’S CATHERINE

happy birthday, kiersten! @catherinedaly

INSP.

FULL PASSAGES UNDER THE CUT

SHAKESPEARE:

LEAR: Thou hast her, France; let her be thine; for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again. Therefore be gone Without our grace, our love, our benison. Come, noble Burgundy.

[ Flourish. Exeunt Lear, Burgundy, Cornwall, Albany, Gloucester, and Attendants. ]

KING OF FRANCE: Bid farewell to your sisters.

CORDELIA: The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are; And, like a sister, am most loath to call Your faults they are nam'd. Use well our father. To your professed bosoms I commit him; But yet, alas, stood I within his grace, I would prefer him to a better place! So farewell to you both.

GONERIL: Prescribe not us our duties.

REGAN: Let your study Be to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the want that you have wanted.

CORDELIA: Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides. Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. Well may you prosper!

KING OF FRANCE: Come, my fair Cordelia.

[ Exeunt France and Cordelia. ]

DIVERONA:

[ In conversation with Grace Daly / Goneril ]

If she’d known, she’d have brought her gun.

But, hindsight is 20/20 and there’s no time to mull over how differently this fight would go if she brandished a pocket pistol rather than a blade; either way, she’s hellbent on showing her estranged sister that she’s no longer the little dove of a girl that Grace abandoned so long ago. Catherine smirks in spite of the eldest’s jab, deciding its better to keep her talking for as long as she can before they clash and spill the blood of their family. “Oh, Grace,” she sneers in return, a sickly sweet smile gracing her visage, “I’ve withstood your taunts and assaults for twenty-one years now. Don’t further insult your poorly-executed cruelty by doing me any favors.”

“Besides, soldatessa, haven’t you heard? I’ve received a promotion while you’ve remained stagnant. Tell me, sorella, how does it feel to be Hamlet’s bitch?” she cruelly goads, spurred on by the chaos that surrounds them both. “How many coffee runs have you been on in the last week, hmm?”

SHAKESPEARE:

CORDELIA: [ aside ] Then poor Cordelia! And yet not so; since I am sure my love's More richer than my tongue.

LEAR: To thee and thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom, No less in space, validity, and pleasure Than that conferr'd on Goneril.- Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love85 The vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interest; what can you say to draw A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.

CORDELIA: Nothing, my lord.

LEAR: Nothing?

CORDELIA: Nothing.

LEAR: Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.

CORDELIA: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty According to my bond; no more nor less.

DIVERONA:

[ In conversation with Everett Craven / Edgar ]

You love her.

There’s something jarring about hearing her stream of consciousness reduced to three simple words: You love her. There’s something powerful about putting a name to her feelings, something she’s refrained from giving into—for her own sake and Brielle’s. But, here, with Everett quietly and simply filling in the blanks, she knows and finally concedes.

She’s always known.

Even though she’s not yet said it to Brielle, she knows.

It makes her wonder, then, if Brielle knows, too. It makes her wonder if the brunette’s heart sings at the sight of Catherine like Catherine’s heart does at the sight of Brielle—if she loves her like Cat does. Everett can see it, clear as day. It’s etched in the pensiveness in his green gaze, in the way he schools himself into the perfect embodiment of patience and acceptance despite the treasonous words that pour from her lips. You love her.

“I do,” Catherine murmurs after a slight pause, “and I can’t help it.”

But, it doesn’t need to be helped—at least, according to Everett who, perpetually devoted to his favorite godsister, is quick to remind her that her feelings aren’t wrong, but they are dangerous. “I know,” Catia says, voice barely louder than a whisper. The hefty weight of what if nearly buckles Catherine’s shoulders every time she gets a chance to see Brielle; an unabated sense of impending doom settles like lead in her bones and makes her question if it’s worth it—worth risking Brielle’s life, worth risking her own, worth risking her beloved Everett.

(She’s always answered yes, even if she’s the only one who ever hears her response. She doesn’t have the gall to voice such selfishness, such fervent longing.)

SHAKESPEARE:

CORDELIA: Nothing, my lord.

LEAR: Nothing?

CORDELIA: Nothing.

LEAR: Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.

CORDELIA: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty According to my bond; no more nor less.

LEAR: How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes.

CORDELIA: Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.

LEAR: But goes thy heart with this?

CORDELIA: Ay, good my lord.

LEAR: So young, and so untender?

CORDELIA: So young, my lord, and true.

DIVERONA:

[ In conversation with Everett Craven / Edgar ]

TW: DEATH, SUICIDE MENTION

At eight, she was too young to bottle her own emotions for the sake of others. At eight, she cried alongside Everett because life wasn’t fair; because she, too, was sad; because she ached for him, knowing that he’d never have a mother to tuck him in again like Simona did for her. At eight, even with her tender and too-loving heart, her world was Catia-centric. And despite the politeness in her words and her honey-sweet disposition, she liked it. Craved it, even, because at least she, the golden daughter, deserved it.

But now, at twenty-one, she’s wiser and less selfish–and less deserving, too. At twenty-once, she will bottle her emotions for Everett’s sake. At twenty-one, she will not cry alongside him because life isn’t fair but there’s nothing one can do except keep going; because she, too, is broken–but the pieces of the Craven man are crumbling so much that even Catia’s dainty fingertips might not be able to pick them up; because she aches for him, for Maeve, for herself–but she doesn’t cry. She can’t.

Instead, she engulfs her godbrother in a massive hug and squeezes tightly. She holds him while he cries, remains steadfast and strong. There are no words, but she speaks anyways: “Why? What–” Her voice trembles and cracks. “Was it really her doing, or a framing like Lillian and Cassian’s murders?” She’s not sure which option is worse.

#diveronatalk #catherinedaly #one of the passages under the cut talks about maeve's passing so #death tw #suicide mention tw #happy birthday kiersten!!#(potentially belated depending on the timezone!)

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brutuskovrov · 4 years

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The Montagues + A Guide To Troubled Birds, p. 1

@ofrallis, @czarnichego, @santodomingos, @ofcastora, @cleosokolova, @gertrudezhang, @dalygrace

#diveronatalk #:)

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hermionediangelo · 4 years

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Harriet moved into a studio apartment, located close to the Ponte Nuovo, at the beginning of 2015. The flat comes with a comfortable living room, a separated rustic-style kitchen, a modest bathroom (where the stray cat she unwittingly has adopted is particularly fond of spending time) and one big bedroom.

#burn like the phoenix and rise from the ashes of your existence (hermione)#vicoletto cieco storione #one of these pictures is not like the other #diveronatalk

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dalygrace · 4 years

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DIVERONA + @shittyhoroscopeszine (2/?)

TWELFTH NIGHT featuring @ovomi @dukemassetti @deadvalentinagallo @santisgallo

#diveronatalk #for alyx queen of the gallos #take a picture from the tray / look hard at what you see | edits #spend all night in the company of ghosts / always wake up alone | santino #rise through the smoke / the dust of the grave | valentina #hard to know who might or might not be your friend | orion #try to see if secrets burn when you hold them up into the light | omi

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portiaphan · 4 years

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DV Characters as Things Hannibal Buress Has Said

Alex: "I'm a gangsta, and gangstas don't ask questions." Yes they do ask questions! I thought that was a main point of being a gangster. "Hey, mothafucka, where's my money?" That's a question. "Do you want to die tonight?" That's a question too. "What? What?" That's two questions.

Alva: Gibberish rap is - I freestyle all the time, just hangin' out with friends. And sometimes when I'm freestyling, I'll lose my flow, you know, but I'll still wanna - I don't wanna just stop rapping because I lose my flow. So I'll just put in nonsense words till I can bring in regular words again.

Brielle: I couldn't imagine only being an actor or a writer. Because what the hell do I do when I'm not working? Mope?

Battista: I’m a dumb guy. My point of view is limited.

Bellamy: Why are you booing me? I'm right!

Beau: SIX PACK ABS! TEN PACK ABS! TWELVE PACK! What if I want an odd number of abs? What if I want a five pack to show people I'm still humble?

Bernadette: My other airport nemesis is airport security. I don't like them at all. They seem so dedicated to keeping bottled water out of the sky.

Calina: I acknowledge that I jaywalked, I apologize not for the act of jaywalking but how my jaywalking made you feel. I'll try not to jaywalk in the future while you're watching but trust that I'll do it for the rest of my life - it's the best way to go about being a pedestrian.

Castora: There's a lot of dudes in my neighborhood that have handlebar mustaches. Which is cool if you want to have a handlebar mustache but don't try to have a conversation with me like you don't have a handlebar mustache.

Catherine: He said, "Man, we are right by the Adige River. These buildings are 200-300 years old, they have rats everywhere. Even the five-star restaurants have rats!" Somehow he made me feel like the asshole for bringing up rats! I don't know what kind of jedi mind trick that was - it confused the hell out of me because I still ended up ordering food then.

Cyrus: So we talk for a little bit. She says stuff, I say stuff, she says stuff, I say stuff. You know how a conversation works.

Celeste: I get upset easily by people. I saw this guy- he was on the phone. He had the phone between the ear and shoulder like that, but he didn't have anything in his hands. Which is really upsetting! Who the hell do you think you are? This action for people that are multitasking. Where's your other task? You're not doing anything else.

Daphne: He'd be the worst real estate agent ever. "Right here we have a 34 bedroom house. Let me show you around the property. Great features to this place, some of the rooms have extra, smaller rooms in them."

Delilah: I was in Scotland for all of August and it was the darkest time of my life. Mostly 'cause they call cookies biscuits. I don't like that at all. It was an incredible culture shock for me, tough to adjust but I tried for a few weeks. Pass me the chocolate chip BISCUITS. Let's have biscuits and milk, everybody. I love Oreo biscuits. But, in the fourth week, I couldn't handle it no more. THOSE ARE COOKIES THOSE AREN'T BISCUITS. Those are cookies. Cookies are cookies and biscuits are biscuits. If you call cookies biscuits, what do you call biscuits 'cause I'm not saying scones.

Everett: I did not move to Verona with a plan. The first time I moved to Verona, I just popped up. My sister was living here in Verona. I just popped up. She had her baby and a husband, and I just popped up. "Hey, what's up? I got $200 and dreams. Let's do this."

Genevieve: I can't just look at a status and move along. I see a status got 36 'likes' — can't accept it got 36 'likes' and move along. I got to click on it and start reading the names of the people that liked it. "Oh, yeah. Jim would 'like' some shit like that."

Grace: Yo ma, money over everything.

Halcyon: Awe man, I gotta get a team. I don't have a team, I just have friends. I call up my friend, "Hey man, I know you're my friend but I need you on my team right now."

Hazel: You have a regular-sized tub and a miniature tub, the sink.

Henry: You never know what could happen when you go into a store - somebody might pull a Tonya Harding on you and break your knee cap. And now you got your knees all fucked up just ‘cause you wanted to get that vinyl.

Hugo: It sounds like God owed someone some money and they couldn’t get to him, so they murked his son. That’s what I really think happened. Jesus got stabbed up in an alley… but it’s easier to sell crucifixes. You can’t sell a pendant of someone getting shanked up in the alley. It’s a marketing scheme.

Ivan: Come to your place at 5:00 in the morning, eat your food, drink your drinks, leave at 6:30 without fucking like it’s cool. That’s a passive burglary.

Isabelle: Two separate charges $400 at Barnes and Noble. Who balls out of control at Barnes and Noble?

Juliana: Believe in yourself like one of those weird-ass clothing stores that only have six shirts in them. So many questions. How much do these shirts cost? How long have y'all been here? Why is there a DJ?

Katarina: Kill people, burn shit, fuck school, I hate spam emails! That's annoying! You think you have an email from a friend but it's spam.

Lucien: I believe in my ability to not spill food in my pants 'cause I'm a goddamn adult. And I've mastered the art of getting food from my plate to my mouth without messing up my jeans. You need to believe in yourself, too and get your life together, that's for babies. Have some confidence in your eating abilities and hand/eye coordination.

Lucrezia: I'VE ALREADY SEEN LIMITLESS.

Lillian: I'm not a club person, I'm more of a bar/lounge type of person. But, I'll go anywhere if you give me a free bottle of alcohol.

Mikael: I have weird aspirations. Like, I really want to kick a pigeon.

Matthias: It's a weird emotion when you're flattered and cynical at the same time. "Oh, that's nice that you would say that, but what the fuck are you up to?"

Marcelo: I just wear black and gray all the time. If you Google Image me, you'll just see a bunch of black and gray. It's simple. If I like a shirt, I'll buy six or eight of them, wear them back-to-back, and just wait for somebody to say something. "That's the same shirt you wore yesterday." "Yeah, but this one is fresh."

Maeve: When people go through something rough in life, they say, "I'm taking it one day at a time." Yes, so is everybody. Because that's how time works.

Nikolai: But this time, it was me and this old lady we were jaywalking together. We weren't together like that. But if we were, so what? Mind your business.

Odessa: It was a phone interview and sometimes when I do phone interviews and the journalist is boring, I just start saying crazy stuff to make it fun for me.

Olivio: There have been times I’ve been out, and my phone battery is at nine percent, and I was like, "Time to go home."

Orion: Don’t thank the lord. I gave you that compliment, thank me.

Priam: I lost my debit card recently, had five charges on it before I caught it. First charge, $30 Chuckee Cheese. Who goes to Chuckee Cheese as soon as they find a debit card? Are you serious?

Paola: I applied for a job at Starbucks. One of the questions was, 'Why do you want to work at Starbucks?' Uh, because my life is in shambles.

Pandora: I don't even know how to use a semicolon to this day, I use a comma every time. And you know what? If I email somebody and they get upset about me using a comma instead of a semicolon, that's not a person I want to work with anyway. And that's how you weed people out of your life.

Ramona: I went into this restaurant in Verona called The Two Gentlemen. Went into the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen, huuuuge rat in the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen and the rat looked at me like "the fuck you doing here?" That was his vibe, very negative vibe.

Rafaella: Sometimes I get drunk and I get into arguments with taxi drivers. And I get out the cab and I slam the door. That's not the way to win an argument with a taxi driver. The way to win is you get out of the cab and you leave the door open.

Regina: And that was the first time in my life, without any sarcasm, I could say, "What? You want a cookie or something?" Because any other time you say that, you being mean, but I meant it from my heart. "How many cookies you want, man? You want seven cookies? That's way too many cookies. You're being ridiculous right now. You can take, like, three or four cookies and get out of my face. Otherwise, you're taking advantage of my generosity."

Ronan: Wack.

Roman: In my hometown of Verona, I'm kind of a medium deal.

Theodora: We got interns at the job. You can just tell them to do stuff. You gotta be nice, though. I had this cat fax something. I handed him a couple of pages, and I handed him another page. I said, "Hey, man, fax something for yourself, too."

Tomas: Rap videos confuse me cause they have to be continued at the end but the never make a sequel. Where’s the second video? There’s so much suspense!

Trinity: I was at the airport and there was this kid, four or five years old walking with his mommy, fixed his fingers in a fake gun, and then took a shot at me. And I'm looking at the wall to see if there's something on the wall he could've been shooting at 'cause I'm in denial. I look back at him, he looks me in the eyes and takes too more shots. Now I'm hit three times, that's an act of aggression. I need to defend myself.

Valentina: Morpheus, Dorpheus, Orpheus, go eat some walruses. Orifices, porridges. Morpheus, Morpheus. Going to the Buffet and Walruses. Confidence, corpseses. Worcestershire sauce. Go into your orifices. Red pill, blue pill. Morpheus, walruses. Seashells by the seashorpheus. MORPHEUS DRINKING A FORTY IN THE DEATH BASKET.

Vivianne: "We'll keep you in our thoughts" With the other bullshit in your heads? No, keep me out of your thoughts, because I hear some of the stuff you talk about and if that's close to what you're thinking about, I don't want to be around that, so keep me and my family out of your thoughts, unless you're thinking of making me a sandwich.

#diveronatalk #this was gonna be as hannibal buress jokes but i had to include WACK #and ik val is dead #but whatever #ALSO I CHANGED THINGS TO SAY VERONA FOR OBVIOUS REASONS #alcohol tw #food tw #gun tw

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