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theliverpudlianuk · 1 year

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🏙️ The Hamilton Quarter in the Liverpool City Region's inner suburbs is home to some lovely historic architecture that just has a real charm about it.

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mqlaren · 21 days

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Haven’t been on in weeks but the first thing I see on here is how much yall fucking hate black ppl on the low and it shows. No the only black man in the sport is under no obligation to teach Leclerc about racism. That’s not his job. Yall will not use Lewis to launder Leclerc’s image. Especially fucking Leclerc of all people. Yall got too fucking comfortable on here and either forgot or are pretending not to remember what he did during BLM. The black people around u remember

Reminder that while other drivers just chose not to kneel or gave real neutral comments including Verstappen, Leclerc chose to tell the media how he didn’t support BLM bc those rowdy blacks were too violent and he didn’t like that

But he also didn’t like any civil protests either bc they were getting used by politicians even tho we were advocating for political change so we shoulda just stfu and kept getting executed ig

And then he went further and went on liking sprees calling BLM a Marxist conspiracy

And a Italian Fascist party declared support for him because he was the white saviour of Ferrari and that’s why he had to issue a statement about hating racism and “those groups” using his name. Those groups were Nazis loving him for not supporting Marxist BLM btw

Reminder that people spread rumours that Ferrari weren’t letting anyone kneel but then Seb kneeled.

Reminder that Leclerc’s younger brother who is part of the Ferrari academy kneeled.

U can like your mayonnaise man, but a black man is not an accessory for him. Lewis isn’t going to Ferrari to give his ass a redemption arc that he never earned. Remember that black people in ur life see and hear the shit u say. We remember.

#Fuck all y’all #Ik it took a lot for y’all to post a black square and call it a day #Don’t ever come around here with that energy #f1 #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #BLM

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leclercskiesahead · 3 months

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Okay this is sad but why is this also so funny. Charles with the This Is Art painted on his ass following after Carlos. Carlos’ hair. Their bobble heads.

#carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #charlos #c2 #c square #scuderia ferrari #f1 #lewis hamilton

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broadwaybohemians · 6 months

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It's the end of another Broadway touring season for Playhouse Square so I thought I'd post my current collection of all the shows I've seen at Playhouse since 2017 😊

I've been privileged enough to be able to get season tickets for the past two years and it's been amazing. Some day I'd love to be able to afford to see a show in New York but I love going to Playhouse. The tours are always incredible.

Here's to adding more and more! New season start soon!

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wisteriasymphony · 2 months

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“I- I don’t understand! Adrien, there’s a wedding dress in there! A wedding dress, and it’s not mine!”

“Darling, please—“

“Please just tell me you bought it for me! I- I’ll overlook the cigarette burns on it and the way it got stained, just please tell me it wasn’t meant for someone else! Tell me the truth!”

Adrien thought for a second, chewing his lower lip.

“I’ve always been meant to love you, Marinette,” he said, his guilt only compounding with how much he had to force that name out of his mouth. “…But I didn’t choose to.”

Marinette was dizzy from weeping, and she was not the person who knew how to sift through his riddles and ways of obfuscating truth. “…What do you mean..?”

He couldn’t look at her as he said it. He wouldn’t want to look at Marinette ever again. Had he ever wanted to?

“Please don’t say you’re cheating on me,” she whispered.

“…No. If anything,” he paused, feeling compelled to look her in the eyes but refusing to, “I’ve always felt like I’ve been cheating on her, with you. And I never even wanted it.”

Forgetting who the dress belonged to, Marinette clutched it to her chest like a child. “Never wanted what? Me? We’ve been married, we’ve been in love for all this time and you never even meant it?”

“No, I have, you just weren’t my first choice—“

She was going through the rest of the box now, scattering the contents across his closet. “What else am I going to find in here, Adrien? Love letters? Lockets? Wedding rings? Did I ever mean anything to you?”

“We didn’t even have the chance to do such a thing, Marinette!”

“The chance?! —Adrien, we have children together now! You expected to hide this from all of us for the rest of our miserable lives?!” Her tears only grew louder and more fervent upon finding the jackets—each neatly folded, with the smell of his lost love still lingering. “You’re not the man I feel in love with! Or— Or maybe you are! And I just fell in love with a sick, miserable man! How dare you, Adrien Agresté.”

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#decided to make this its own post after all #she's kind of Eliza Hamilton coded I fear #rotten love square #ending 1 of 2: succession #succession ending #thewarmembraceofshadow #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fandom #miraculous lb #mlb adrien #adrien agreste #adrinette #miraculous adrien #adrien x marinette #marinette x adrien #marinette dupain cheng #mlb angst #me when i make adrinette the most toxic thing ever

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gogmstuff · 19 days

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1908 (1 Apr issue) The Bystander Lady Grizel Hamilton - photo by Lallie Charles 875X1300

#1908 fashion #1900s fashion #Belle Époque fashion #Edwardian fashion #Lady Grizel Hamilton #Lallie Charles #bouffant coiffure #tiara #pouter pigeon bodice #square neckline #elbow-length sleeves #waist band #close skirt

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keiossance · 3 months

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saw the w15...mixed feelings that they only showed the whole thing in instagram but happy to see the team live.

on another note, my two teams' 2024 liveries having that feel of nostalgia like:

ferrari going for that classic red shade with the white and 'jello' lines (they're a timeless team. what did you expect B))

merc keeping the black (their black-themed livery walked so that other 2024 liveries could ran with it ig) and tint of red (it looks like maroon but still looks slick). but most importantly, they brought back that silver (not the whole thing but it's a nice touch tbh for having that silver)

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togansweep · 8 months

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worst thing about finishing a brilliant book is that for a while it's absolutely impossible to start a new one, nothing compares

#let me know if you have any recommendations #the brilliant book in question is hangover square by patrick hamilton #blew me away

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crucifiedlovers · 1 year

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She was violets and primroses in an April rain, and her cheek and lips, the breath of violets and primroses, lingered on his mouth, stupefying him with pleasure and longing.

Patrick Hamilton, Hangover Square

#hangover square #patrick hamilton #quote #love #literature #lit #words

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boxcarwild · 2 years

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Hangover Square is a 1945 American film noir directed by John Brahm, based on the 1941 novel Hangover Square by Patrick Hamilton.

The American composer Stephen Sondheim has cited Bernard Herrmann's score for Hangover Square as a major influence on his musical Sweeney Todd.

The movie was released on February 7th 1945, two months after its star, Laird Cregar, suffered a fatal heart attack.

#1940s #film noir #hangover square #john brahm #patrick hamilton #stephen sondheim #bernard herrmann #sweeney todd #laird cregar #linda darnell #victoriana #piano #creepy

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writer-rider-flirty-thirties · 1 year

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Can I prompt you for song #17 for any side of lovesquare?

The world swam around him.

“Thank you, Mayor Bustier, for such a rousing tale of two teachers! Give it up for our author!” Applause filled the room and the teacher turned mayor waved before exiting the stage. “And up next, we have the author you’ve been waiting for!”

The sweat that had dotted his forehead dripped down his neck and soaked into his black polo shirt.

“Famous from a young age, this newly published writer shocked the world with tales of what it was like to be a normal boy by day and a leather wearing superhero by night!”

His fingers cramped as they tried to adjust to the tight fists they were clenched into.

“Not only that, we were all captivated by his recollection of what it felt like to be the son of not only the world’s biggest fashion designer but a terrorist!”

Despite the rushing of blood that filled his ears, the words were the only sounds he could hear.

“Please join me in welcoming a man who’s resume includes supermodel, superhero, and best-selling author despite being only twenty-two.”

One by one, he forced his fingers to relax around the book in his hand.

“Author of Hurricane: Finding Your Eye…”

A deep breath did little to calm his nerves.

“Adrien Agreste!”

There it was.

The time was now.

Pasting on his usual photo-ready smile on his face, Adrien stepped on stage. Waving to the crowd, he made his way to the podium. The host, the lovely and kind Ms. Martin, pressed kisses to his cheeks before offering him the microphone, which he hesitantly took.

“Good afternoon everyone. I would like to thank you for choosing to attend the first stop of my book tour. To be honest, I’m very nervous, but I know we’ll get through this reading together.” He laughed and most of the audience seemed to laugh with him. “As the wonder Ms. Martin said, I am Adrien Agreste, the writer of Hurricane: Finding Your Eye. To start this evening off, I will be reading two excerpts: one from the chapter titled The Storm and the other from chapter titled The Eye.”

Opening the book, Adrien steadied and reminded himself that he chose to do this. He chose to bare his soul to the world in order to get the story straight and free himself from all the heavy emotions that he had found himself drowning in all those years ago.

He could do this... even if his main source of support wasn't there yet.

“When I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my life. Up until this point, I’d been living a double life as a hero and a perfect son: two roles that seemed to fit and work perfectly together until the raging winds of change knocked on my front door. Unlike the real tropical storms, this hurricane appeared out of nowhere… or, as some would say, it had been there all along, brewing under the guise of purple butterflies just waiting to be exposed.

Exposed it was.

One night, suited up in a leather magical suit, I walked the streets as a hero intent on doing his job when I found myself drowning: hit again and again by waves of this storm.

That was the night that I found out that the evil that threatened Paris, the evil that wanted to rewrite the fabric of our reality, the evil that I had been fighting against for years was my own father: Gabriel Agreste.

I wanted to drown. I wanted to let those heavy winds, those breath stealing waves carry me off to somewhere else where I wouldn’t have to deal with the shock, hurt, betrayal, and pain I was experiencing. I wanted to be someone, anyone else. I wanted everything to be over.

I wanted to die.

But I didn’t.

I didn’t drown.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t let the hurricane of emotions that warred within me consume me.

I was one of two people keeping Paris from falling to her knees and I couldn’t let Paris down. I couldn’t let myself down. I couldn’t let my lady down…

I fought my way out.”

Memories assaulted him as he finished the passage. Memories of an akuma that exposed hidden truths. Memories of an easily defeating that akuma only for an exhausted Viperion to tell him that they needed to talk. Memories of his heartbreak when he found out that his own father had been the big bad they had been fighting the last four years.

The memories were so strong that Adrien had to close his eyes for a moment to regain his composure. When he opened them again, he realized that the whole auditorium had gone silent. At first he worried he’d said something wrong or done something poorly, but then ear splitting applause filled the room and he felt relief settle over him like a blanket.

“Th-” He paused to clear the lump from his throat. “Thank you. I’ll now read the second excerpt from The Eye.” The room quieted down again as he leaned into the microphone.

“The hurricane ravaged my life for years. It leveled the foundation of who I was and what I thought I knew. Everything changed… everything except for the most important thing: her.”

Pausing at the sound of a door slamming, Adrien glanced and smiled when he saw the newcomer. Of course she’d walk in on this part.

As always, she accidentally had perfect timing.

Feeling calmer, he continued.

“In the eye of any hurricane there is quiet, for just a moment. Despite being surrounded by the rushing winds and crushing waves, the eye is a haven for those in the midst of such an event. I wasn’t sure I would ever find the eye of the hurricane I was weathering because, as far as I could see, there was no eye…

But I was wrong.

The partner I had come to depend on more than anyone in the world was just that: she was the eye of my hurricane.

She was a haven: providing me with comfort, love, friendship, kindness, and so much more that I hadn’t had since my mother died when I was twelve.

It meant everything to the boy, who found himself orphaned overnight.

It meant everything to the same boy who dressed up in leather to protect a city that now saw him as either a fool for not knowing or an accomplice to the most dastardly of crimes.

It meant the world to the boy who had loved her for years but didn’t truly see her for her until she was the only one standing by his side.”

Adrien blinked back the tears that were now stinging his eyes. “And it still means the world to the broken man who still gets to have her by his side to this very day five years later.”

Looking up, he locked eyes with the newcomer who was now frozen in the aisle.

Adrien pulled the microphone from the podium and made his way off stage towards the woman who now sported a shocked look.

“It means the world to him that you looked past all the silly puns and flirtations to see the person who was hurting beneath the vibrato. Even when some of the friends we had known for years turned their back on him, he didn’t drown because he knew he still had you. To this day he’s unsure of where he’d be or if he would’ve made it this far without you in his life. And despite the fact that he’s still fighting his way out of his hurricane years later, you’re still the eye of it. You’re still his calm: my calm.”

By this time, Adrien stood in front of his favorite person in the world as she looked up at him with wide, blue eyes that seemed to sparkle and glow. Blue eyes that filled with tears as the blond sunk to his knee in the middle of the full auditorium.

“That’s why I know that asking you to be my wife is the best decision I’ll ever make, so here I go. Marientte Dupain-Cheng, will you marry me?”

Eyes glued to his face despite the huge ring he had just presented her, Marinette couldn’t fight the sobs that escaped her chest before nodding frantically. “Yes. Absolutely yes!”

After sliding the ring onto her finger, Adrien sprung off the floor and swept her into the sweetest kiss.

And in the back of his mind, he registered feedback from another microphone.

“Congratulations to the future Mr. and Mrs. Agreste! Thank you all for coming to our event! Don’t forget to pick up your copy of Hurricane before they’re all sold out!”

#love square #adrienette #adrinette #post hawk moth reveal #proposal #hurt/comfort #I'm not sure how else to describe it #lol #mlb fic #song fic #hurricane #hamilton musical #this was fun #angst #adrien agreste #quick write #Debating on if I should put this on ao3

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harrison-abbott · 11 months

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I finished this yesterday. It has a real frenzied, crazed narrative. Set in London just before World War Two. Captures the madness of that city and a kind of personal desperation, too. Well worth a read.

#english literature #hangover square #patrick hamilton

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neilirving73 · 7 months

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Father And Son Trip To The Hamilton Square Cars And Coffee, Vlog 08.10.23

We went out early this morning and got the Triumph running and washed before spending a nice morning at the Hamilton Square cars and coffee meet, Hope had fun at the stables and once home I pottered about in my workshop cleaning up some old carpentry tools Please give a thumbs up (like) and subscribe to my YouTube channel