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wejustvibing · 1 year
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emberc · 11 months
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"A Part of You is a story about life and death that portrays the experience of being 17 years old and feeling like your heart is about to burst from your chest. Agnes' (Felicia Maxime) older sister Julia (Zara Larsson) possesses everything that Agnes dreams of: she's the coolest person in school, the center of every party, and she’s dating Noel (Edvin Ryding). If only Agnes could be more like her. When the worst possible thing occurs, Agnes' world is turned upside down and she’s forced to reinvent herself. Suddenly, she's on the verge of obtaining everything she's ever desired, but at what cost?
Felicia Maxime and Edvin Ryding have worked together on both Young Royals and The Abyss prior to A Part of You, while Zara Larsson is making her acting debut with the film. Additional cast includes Ida Engvoll (Love & Anarchy), Mustafa Al-Mashhadani (Thin Blue Line), Alva Bratt (Barracuda Queens), Emil Hedayat, Olivia Essén, Nikki Hanselblad and Maxwell Cunningham among others."
https://about.netflix.com/en/news/felicia-maxime-edvin-ryding-and-zara-larsson-lead-the-cast-of-a-part-of-you
Oh, thank you! So Felicia and Edvin will be playing gf&bf. Zara is the sister. Who will be playing the brother?
Edit: At first, Julia & Noel dating, later Agnes & Noel dating, I guess
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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year
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Moved in with his uncle, his uncle moved to Rivendell, left him with the whole house and a shiny ring / Gandalf told him, "Frodo, you gotta get out the Shire," He took his best friend and his cousins, cause the situation's dire... There woulda been nothing left to do for someone with less faith, he would've been dead or else a wraith without a hope for restitution ~Zara
Ladies and gentlehobbits I think we’re gonna rewrite the entire musical at this rate 🤣🤣
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clarounette · 1 year
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REVIEW: God of wrath by Rina Kent
REVIEW: God of wrath by Rina Kent
Click the image to buy on Amazon Summary I’m trapped by the devil.What started as an innocent mistake turned into actual hell.In my defense, I didn’t mean to get involved with a mafia prince.But he barged through my defenses anyway.He stalked me from the shadows and stole me from the life I know.Jeremy Volkov might appear charming, but a true predator lurks inside.He’s out to possess, own, and…
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hopefulromantic1 · 1 year
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Breaking Point part 2 - Lewis Hamilton
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Y/n is growing incredibly frustrated with Lewis. Despite years of consistent support and sacrifice from you, he's become complacent and neglectful with the relationship with seemingly little regard.
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 7.5K
Part One
Today marked two weeks since you’d seen Lewis. You had gone this long without seeing him before, he was a busy man, but this distance was different. It wasn’t just two weeks without seeing him. It was two weeks with him no longer a part of your life. 
The first week you were strong or rather you were so mad you had the will to ignore his calls and texts. The second week it wasn’t so easy to say no. He called one night and you answered. He spoke a lot, apologising a lot but ultimately when you asked him directly, he couldn’t see his wrongs. He was apologising only to get your forgiveness, he was not apologising because he realised how he had treated you. It was hard, and part of you was willing to ignore the issues and crawl back to him but you tried to listen to your head and stay away. 
“We are going out tonight,” your best friend Zara, who you were staying with, walked into the living room with a smile on her face to tell you. 
“What?” you asked, snapping your laptop shut. You didn’t hear what she said because you were too tuned into what Lewis had to say through your headphones. You were shamefully sitting with your laptop on the couch watching Lewis’ post race interviews from the previous weekend. You were mad at him but it wasn’t easy to break a two year habit of supporting him. 
“We’re going out,” she smiled and did a little shimmy. 
“Not really in the mood for that,” you denied her, not having been in the mood to socialise for weeks now. 
“That’s why we need to go out! It’s time you get out of this funk,” she insisted, she started to talk about which club you were going to with her other friends. She made it sound fun but you still weren’t interested. “Y/n, don’t be like that you used to love the club,” she reminded you to which you sighed. That was true, before you met Lewis you were very carefree, you went out to parties with your girls and enjoyed life to the fullest. Your life with Lewis changed that. You still lived your life with him but it was different. You sighed as your mind trailed back to Lewis for the millionth time since you walked away from him. 
“I know that look, that’s the Lewis look,” Zara folded her arms in judgement. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you snapped out of your Lewis thoughts and tried to deny her accurate assessment. 
“Oh please, I get it the man was special but you decided to walk away for a reason so just let it be and come have some fun for once!” she tried to encourage you away from Lewis but she’s only sent you back to thinking about how special Lewis actually was. Zara continued to insist and although you still weren’t interested in partying right now you agreed. 
That night you decided to put your best foot forward and put your all into having fun. You got dressed up and willingly engaged in the pre game shots with the girls before ubering to the club. When you got there you started to feel a bit overwhelmed by a lifestyle you’d left behind. The place felt overly stuffy, overly loud, and you felt over stimulated. You’d grown used to nights in with Lewis after his busy days or following him to whatever adventure around the world he wanted to do. Once again, with Lewis on your mind your mood shifted to a sullen one despite being amidst the booming club music. You were still thinking about him as Zara dragged you to the bar and got drinks for you and the other girls. 
“To a hot girl summer!” Zara lifted her glass, after shoving on into your had. You paused, still holding your glass at your waist because you were over thinking the statement. You didn’t want a hot girl summer, you wanted to be with Lewis. “Y/n come on, wipe that Lewis look off your face,” Zara groaned. You grumbled that you didn’t know what she was talking about despite her hitting the nail on the head and lifted your glass to match hers. 
“To a hot girl summer,” you conquered with what minimal enthusiasm you could muster. 
Despite your friends good moods it took you a while to feel light enough to immerse yourself in the club vibe. Once you were a few drinks in and finally some good music  played, you were actually able to dance and laugh genuinely with your girls. 
“That guy in blue has been eyeing you up,” Zara whispered in your ear. You looked around, obviously turning your body in the direction she indicated, much too hindered by alcohol to be inconspicuous. “He’s cute,” she added. He was, at least through the lens of your blurry vision. He was tall, taller than Lewis but not nearly as handsome. He was cute though, short hair, tanned skin and he was smiling right at you. 
“Hmm, he’s okay,” you commented, making eye contact with him as you sipped your drink. You’d lost track of what number at this point. The man took your eye contact with him as a sign he could approach you. He walked over confidently and in the past you would have been swooned but after Lewis, it was hard for another man to compare. 
“Hi, can I get you a drink?” He asked you. 
“Already got one,” you answered, purposefully not giving him a window to continue speaking with you.
“She’d love one,” Zara answered for you, pulling the drink in your hand from you. You gave her a curt look but she gave you one back, silently telling you to not be rude to the man clearly interested in you. You looked back at him with his hopeful eyes and agreed to the drink. He was nice enough, not to handsy, offered you drinks and complimented your appearance. He seemed decent enough so you let yourself have fun with him.  At the end of the night you gave him your number but you didn’t really plan to stay in touch. At this point all you were thinking about was Lewis - except now the alcohol had taken you from being sad over Lewis to being horny for Lewis. 
“You think he’d answer if I called him? What’s the time in LA that’s where he is right now,” you said your thoughts out loud in the uber ride home. 
“Who are you talking about?” your friend Mel asked, equally as drunk as you. 
“Girl do not call him!” Zara warned you, knowing exactly who you were talking about. She snatched your phone from your hand and hide it from you in her purse. You frowned heavily and started to whine about wanting your phone back. 
“Zara come on! I won’t, I swear,” you whined, promising to things you couldn’t actually swear by. Stayed firm and kept your phone the entire ride home.
The rest of the night getting back to Zara’s and getting to bed was a blur. The next morning you woke up groggy and hungover. You dragged your body to the kitchen where Zara was opening a bag of ordered food. 
“Morning,” you groggily greeted her and took a seat at the kitchen island. 
“Morning,” she said to you and slid you your phone. You’d forgotten she kept it, now that you were sober you  realised that was probably for the best because in the state you were in you probably would have asked Lewis to fly from LA to London to come see you. You opened your food and clicked through your drunken instagram stories you hadn’t remembered posting and reposting from the night before. You had to laugh at yourself and the videos of you shaking your ass in the club. 
“Why did you let me get this drunk?” you asked Zara over your hangover breakfast. She looked at the video you were showing her with squinted eyes before shrugging. 
“We were having fun,” she said, taking another bite of her food. You agreed with her and relished in the blurred memories of the good time you did have. 
“The boy from the club texted me,” you told Zara as you read the messages. 
“What does he want?” she asked, eating her breakfast sandwich. 
“He wants to meet for coffee,” you told her, not really interested in going. 
“You should go,” she encouraged you. You told her you weren’t in the mood but she encouraged you. She said you didn’t have to take the date too seriously but you should get out and enjoy yourself. You were not in agreement with her point but you had nothing better to do that day and you definitely could use a coffee. 
You met up with him, he brought you a huge bouquet of flowers that many passersby eyed while you sat together in the quaint coffee shop. He was nice but now that you were sober, you had even less interest in him than when you were in the club and just wanted a man to press your body against. You played nice though, and went along with the date.
When you finally got to leave and went back to your car with the flowers you decided to be a little mean and post them to your story in hopes Lewis would see. It was definitely petty because you were far from moving on but you justified it, thinking he deserved to be bothered.
A short 30 minutes later when you got back to Zara’s house and scrolled through who viewed your story you saw Lewis’ name there. He didn’t reply or message you about it in any form but you smirked, satisfied he had at least seen it. He was the suffer in silence type. He was not the type to have an outburst so you knew his silence was not necessarily a sign he wasn’t annoyed, you hope he definitely was. 
The following morning you got confirmation Lewis was in fact bothered because three large bouquets of flowers were delivered to Zara’s door with your name on them. You smirked seeing the small note from Lewis attached. I miss you - Lewis. The little rush of serotonin of knowing he still cared enough to be jealous faded too quickly though. You fell back on the couch with your three bouquets before you with a frown on your face that this was the only way you were communicating with the love of your life. 
This was the reaction you thought you wanted from Lewis but now looking at the flowers in front of you, you could only think of all the times he came home to you with the flowers in his hands. You threw your head back, trying to stop the budding tears that were threatening as you thought about him. All you wanted was for things to go back to how they used to be when you were stupid in love with him but he didn’t seem to understand effort was needed from him for that. 
You were so frustrated you let it out in a scream. Zara ran into the living room asking you in a rush what was wrong. 
“Sorry…it’s just…Lewis,” you apologised but didn’t explain yourself well. She looked at the flowers in front of you and sighed, getting the picture of the situation. 
“I know it sucks,” she said, sitting next to you. 
“It really sucks,” you put a simple description to the mix of emotions you felt over Lewis. 
Lewis noticed your post. He couldn’t stop himself from viewing all your stories, from asking people he knew in your city how you were. He knew you were angry, that was obvious with the way you were vehemently ignoring him but he thought you were just trying to prove a point. In the beginning he thought it would blow over and you’d come back to him once you cooled off. However as the days went on and you continued to ignore his messages he started to doubt you coming back on your own.
He saw when you posted videos in the club, he couldn’t miss the clips of you dancing on some man he didn’t know there. He brushed it off, thinking your friends must have been encouraging you to do it. He was jealous but he was trying to be rational. However, when he saw you post someone had given you flowers his jealousy got the better of him. He organised to send you more flowers, bigger bouquets in a show that he would always be able to give you more than anyone else could. It was petulant from him and he knew you’d see right through it but he couldn’t let someone else try to swoon his girl without doing something. 
As he suspected, you must have seen through his flower gesture because it didn’t seem to warm you up enough to speak to him. You continued to ignore his messages and calls. He  wasn’t ready to give up though, he tried to persuade you from a distance. He knew you were staying with Zara so he sent you gifts often. First he continued to send the flowers, almost daily hoping to get a response from you. Not a single day did you say anything, you didn’t post them, you didn’t text him back and you didn’t answer his calls. He moved on to nicer things, jewellery, clothes but you still didn’t respond to any of it. He was growing increasingly frustrated trapped on the outside of your life. He watched your stories - seeing you post aspects of your current life with a smile on your face. The frustration made him angry but when he looked at your face through the screen he only felt regret and sadness over what he had done. 
He didn’t really notice his withdrawal while it was happening. Things outside of your relationship were hard for him and he regretfully pulled away from you as a result. He took advantage of your permanence in his life and acted out in an attempt to feel some thrill. He was quickly realising you were more important to him than anything else. He missed having you support him, he missed knowing you were there. He felt lost without you and now he'd made you so angry he didn’t know if he could win you back. He knew now he was in the wrong but he wasn’t sure you’d be willing to hear him out. 
The weekend of the Silverstone grand prix came and he sent you paddock passes hoping you’d come. He knew there was no way he was getting you to fly out to see him when you were in this mood but he hoped knowing that you were in London you’d come. He sent you the passes and the details for a hotel he booked for you and Zara in the area. He organised everything, hoping it would help persuade you to attend. He tried to call to ask you to come but as usual you didn’t answer. He resorted to texting you, but you also didn’t respond. He was so desperate he even emailed you with the details. However, much to his dismay, you didn’t reply on any platform. 
Friday of race week came but you didn’t come to the track. Lewis asked his friends to keep an eye out for you but you were nowhere to be seen. He dropped to his bed in frustration after the day was done because he didn’t hear from you. He tried to call as a last hail Mary but you ignored him as usual. The next day at qualifying you also didn’t come and he was becoming increasingly irritable. You used to be a staple in his race ritual. He didn’t even realise how much comfort he got from your presence until now that he was forced to be without it. He looked at the spot you’d usually be in the garage with a frown on his face since you’d been gone. He missed your good luck kisses, he missed your hugs. He missed your presence and support. He missed everything about you. 
Again, he tried to call. When you didn’t respond this time he sent a string of embarrassingly dramatic messages about wanting you to come. At this point he didn’t even feel ashamed. He sounded desperate because he was desperate. He completely regretted losing you and he was willing to look like a fool to get you back. 
You sighed heavily, reading Lewis’ string of messages asking you about coming to Silverstone. You’d be lying if you weren’t tempted but you still hadn’t truly forgiven him for his dismissal of you. He seemed regretful, he made that evident in his words but you couldn’t help but think he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. Lewis was very charismatic and knew how to win people’s hearts. So you couldn’t completely trust the intentions of his apologies. Not when for months he pulled away from you seemingly without a care.
Your mind still held the memory of him looking at you with emptiness in his eyes rather than love. His complacency carried on for a while before you built up the courage to leave and now you weren’t sure he was actually ready to change or if he just wanted you back to fill a void. 
You saw his calls but you watched the phone ring every time. The truth was you were scared to hear his voice. Reading his messages, begging and pleading with you were hard enough to ignore but you knew if you heard his voice you would crumble. If you actually spoke to him, if you heard him say your name, you would fall back into the hold he had over you. Whether or not he was being honest about his apologies. Hence you decided not attending his race was the best thing to do. It would be too much to see Lewis, furthermore to see him in that high energy, busy environment surrounded by so many people who knew you two as a unit - that was definitely too much to fathom right now.
“What’s up with you?” Zara asked, dropping down on the couch next to you with a tub of ice-cream and a spoon. 
“It’s Lewis,” you sighed, deciding to just admit the truth and putting your phone down after staring at his messages, reading them over and over. 
“You still talk to him?” she asked, putting a spoon of ice cream in her mouth. 
“No, but he invited us to the race tomorrow and he won’t stop messaging me about it,” you explained and showed her your phone. Her eyes widened as she scanned through the paragraphs of messages from Lewis. 
“We should go,” she shockingly suggested. 
“Go!? The last race I went to we broke up, I’m not going,” you quickly refused her suggestion. 
“It’s Silverstone, you loved going to the races, we should go.” She continued to encourage you. 
“What I loved was Lewis,” you mumbled under your breath. “I’m not going,” you more clearly stated. 
“Why not go and show him what he’s missing,” she suggested with a smile, trying a different angle with you. You considered it for a second but shook your head no. Lewis was the star of the paddock and he surely was at Silverstone. You showing up was not going to be anything special to him. He wouldn’t have the time to notice you to know what he was missing anyway. “Okay fine, forget Lewis, but we should still go though,” she continued on her insistence. You gave her a look saying you weren’t interested in going. “Y/n come on, paddock passes at Silverstone please let’s go,” she pleaded. You looked at her hopeful eyes and sighed. You were not in the mood to possibly run into Lewis but Zara was your best friend who had been incredibly accommodating to you. If she wanted to go to the race, going with her was the least you could do. 
The next day was race day and you woke up early to get ready for your trip up to Silverstone. You put in a lot of effort and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t thinking about potentially seeing Lewis when you did. You didn’t really want to see him but if you had to, you had to make sure you looked good. 
You and Zara took an Uber and she joked on the way there that you wouldn’t be coming home that night. You assured her you would because there was no chance you were staying with Lewis. Despite your confidence, she didn’t really believe you. 
“Did you tell him you’re coming?” she asked you while on the ride there. 
“Nope,” you answered her with a shake of your head. She gave you a disapproving look and told you that you should. “I don’t want to see him so he doesn’t have to know I’m coming,” you explained the reasoning for your secrecy.
“He invited you and you don’t want to see him?” she asked as she wasn’t impressed with your explanation. You only shrugged, not wanting to discuss the Lewis issue. Fortunately, Zara got the hint and dropped the topic as well. 
When you arrived you couldn’t help but smile. You missed coming to race day, the buzz in the air, the bustling of the paddock. Silverstone was especially special because of how much support Lewis had. As much as you weren’t happy with him right now, it still warmed your heart to see how many people wanted to see him win. Despite your anger, you also wanted to see him win - you always would. 
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for one of Lewis’ friends to see you in and around the paddock. You spotted one of Lewis’ closest friends Miles easily, he was so tall he obviously stood out. 
“Shit,” you cursed and grabbed Zara’s arm. She looked at you confused at your sudden stop, “Miles is walking in this direction,” you grumbled to Zara. 
“He hasn’t seen us - oh, nevermind,” she started out whispering to you but ended up ostentatiously waving at Miles. 
“Can you not!” you pulled her hand down. 
“He’s already seen us anyway,” she shrugged, you sighed and looked to see Miles definitely walking your way. 
“Hey, you guys made it,” Miles smiled and grappled you both into a hug. You gave a tight smile but Zara smiled big and started to speak with him about how excited she was to be here. Miles chatted with her, getting lost in her charisma, before turning his attention back to you and saying what you didn’t want to hear.  “Lewis will be really glad to know you’re here, he has been looking for you all weekend,” he admitted to you, as an agent of your ex-boyfriend. 
“Hmm…cool,” you answered with a blank face. 
“Have you seen him? He’s at the garage I’m sure he’d want to see you,” Miles added the inevitable to which you sighed. You were in a good mood, but you were not in the mood to face Lewis. You came here for the experience with Zara, not to reconcile with Lewis. You didn’t respond and Zara interrupted your silence saying that you two might swing by later. You definitely did not plan to swing by but at least her words offered you an escape from the situation. She continued to chat with Miles for a bit before she finally pulled your hand to move on. 
“So Lewis…,” she brought up once you two were in the paddock club getting some drinks. 
“No,” is all you said, predicting what she was going to suggest, as you brought the glass to your lips. 
“You could just say hi,” she suggested. You rolled your eyes but before you could say anything the phone in your hand started to ring with Lewis’ name splashed across the front. You groaned and silenced it but before you could put it in your purse Zara snatched it from your hand and answered. You gasped as she said hello into the phone. 
“Bitch! Give me that,” you yelped trying to grab it but she was pushing you away as she spoke into the phone. 
“Yeah sure we’ll be there, awesome bye,” she said to him before hanging up and handing it back to you with a sly look on her face. 
“What the fuck was that!?” you asked her, whisper-shouting to not draw too much attention in the posh environment. 
“We’re going to the garage,” she said to you, ignoring your attitude and taking your hand trying to pull you with her. 
“Zara, there ain’t no way,” you told her, standing your ground. 
“Remember how you've been living in my flat rent free since you left Lewis? Yeah you owe me,” she said, making your jaw drop that she would hold that against you to get her way. You scoffed and followed her because you had no other choice. 
When you got down there you were reluctant like a child who didn’t want to leave a birthday party. You were dragging your feet more and more, the closer you got. As you approached the garage, the more white Mercedes shirts you saw and the more your heart hurt. This used to be such a big part of your life and what you recently remembered of it was largely surrounded by negative feelings toward Lewis.
All the pain of watching him drift away from you reemerged as you entered the garage. One of the men saw and recognised you two. He spoke to Zara about calling Lewis who’d been expecting you. You couldn’t contribute to the conversation because your anxiety was building given your environment and you could only hear your heart in your ears. You had to avert your eyes from the swarming people and stuck them to the car - Lewis’ car. You sighed looking over it, thinking about the times past when Lewis would think out loud about his thoughts on the car while sat between your legs as you braided his hair. 
“Y/n....,” he said in a cautious tone. You knew it was him before you looked up, you could identify that voice anywhere. You took a breath before looking up but still instantly regretted being there on looking at him. Now that you were face to face and meeting his eyes, you already could feel the resolve you’d built up in his absence slipping. Zara excused herself from you two and left you alone with Lewis. You still hadn’t said anything but he took a step closer to you.  
“I’m glad you’re here,” he softly said to you, his words likely going unheard to anyone but you. He looked honest but you were too bruised from the past to believe him fully. “We should talk,” he suggested in your silence. 
“This isn’t the time or place Lewis,” you finally found your voice to speak. He looked over your face with a pained look in his eyes at your rejection. Bono interrupted the silence between you by calling for him, likely because the race was soon approaching. 
“I have to go,” he said but didn’t make a move to leave. You stood grounded there as well, you hadn’t forgotten your problems but you did get lost admiring his beauty in person after not seeing him for so long. Bono called for him again but didn’t move from his place. He looked at you unsure what to say but unwilling to leave. 
“Good luck Lewis, you got this,” you told him with a half smile. The words slipped from your lips. The muscle memory of practiced encouragement taking over your mouth. However, you did mean it. The words came from you because in your heart you always wanted him to do well - no matter your personal feelings toward him. He smiled, and without warning pulled you into a hug. You didn’t hug him back straight away but you eventually, lightly hugged him back before stepping out his hold. You didn’t say anything else, you let that moment be and walked away leaving him to get ready to race. Zara saw your little hug and obviously asked about it but you shrugged it off as nothing and pulled her to go back to the paddock club to watch the race. 
The race was tight and far from easy for Lewis. You watched with focused eyes and quick beating heart. Lap 50 and he finally took the lead, your heart was in your stomach as he did everything to to maintain it. You couldn’t stop the scream that left your body when he crossed that chequered flag in P1. You were beyond elated for him, you knew how much a win meant to him.
Once the race ended people started to move to go watch the podium and Zara pulled you saying you two had to go. You followed her without compliant because at this point you were too happy to say otherwise. 
You got there and worked your way to the front of the crowd, impatiently awaiting the start of the podium announcements. You were bouncing were you stood waiting for them to call his name in P1. Lewis Hamilton.
When he came out you screamed your heart out without forethought. You were over the moon for him and you couldn’t help yourself. He took to the podium and you were grinning ear to ear. The anthem played and his eyes caught yours. You couldn’t look away and despite the distance you saw the smile spread on his face - one matching yours. When he got his trophy he made his acknowledgment of you more obvious, pointing directly at you and lifting his trophy. You had to giggle, completely giddy with he way he and his success made you feel. 
After the celebration you calmed down a bit and reality of things outside of the track set back in. You wanted to leave an hour ago but Zara was enjoying her time socialising and mingling so you couldn’t leave. You kept looking at your watch, calculating how much time Lewis would be caught up in media responsibilities hoping you would miss him. You were still happy for him but seeing him earlier assured you you weren’t ready to talk.
Unfortunately, you miss calculated your time because you were sat alone in the paddock club, nursing your drink when you saw Lewis walk in. Your jaw slackened and you quickly snatched up a program in front of you and tried to hide behind it. 
“Your head is a bit too big for that,” Lewis chuckled, standing in front of you. You put the programme down with a roll of your eyes. 
“My head is just fine okay,” you scoffed at his remark. His smile only grew at your words. 
“Hey,” he said to you, putting his hands in his jeans pockets. You couldn’t help but trail your eyes up his body, over his crisp white Mercedes shirt, across his neck tattoos and of course over his perfect face. 
“Congrats,” you told him, trying to sound nonchalant. He smiled, seeing through your facade. 
“Thanks, it feels good to win…especially for you,” he winked with his add on. You rolled your eyes, looking away from his smirk that had your cheeks hurting trying not to smile. You hated that you couldn’t stop the butterflies he could give you. He took the twitch of a smile on your face as his cue to sit next to you. Neither of you said anything right away. You kept your eyes on your drink, swirling the straw in it over and over as you felt Lewis’ eyes on you. 
“Y/n,” he said your name but in the same moment you saw Zara turn your corner. 
“Zara!” You called to her and got up instantly. She looked to you and came over, the second she saw Lewis her eyes widening in surprise.
“Ready to go?” You asked her stepping toward her, she furrowed her brows at your question, presuming you were speaking to Lewis. Lewis stood up as well and called your name but you ignored it. You were feeling yourself fall under the crush of love he made you feel for him. The same deep love that had you stuck beside him for long despite how he was treating you. He apologised and he seemed sorry but you didn’t trust yourself yet to be able to rationally navigate what was real signs of change and what was just romantic gesture. 
“Are you sure you’re ready to go?” She asked, looking between you and Lewis who was now beside you. 
“You should stay, or you could come back with me,” Lewis suggest beside you. There was no way you’d survive a being alone with him right now. The only place you could end up if you were alone with him after such a win was beneath him and if you did that it would be impossible to see the truth straight. You spent enough post win moments tangled with Lewis, tasting the Champagne on his lips while ripping off his clothes to know only one thing was in store if you went back with him. 
“It’s getting late we should go,” you said to Lewis and grabbed Zara’s hand. You didn’t give Zara time to protest as you started to pull her away. 
“Y/n wait-,” Lewis started to shout for you. 
“Another time Lewis,” you told him and pulled Zara away. 
“What was that about?” She asked you as you got out of the building. 
“If I go anywhere but home right now I am going to fuck Lewis until the sun comes up and I can’t do that to myself right now,” you admitted to her, hastily opening your phone to call your ride. 
“I mean that doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Zara smiled. You shot her a curt look, knowing she knew exactly why you couldn’t do that. 
The ride back into London Lewis texted you asking why you left. You were honest and you told him you just weren’t ready to talk. You knew you had to say something because he would continue to call or message. He seemed to accept your response because he left you alone and you spent the rest of the ride listening to Zara talk. 
When you got home you took a while to get unready, you spent an hour just sat on the couch trying to catch yourself after the busy and emotionally draining day. When you finally got unready it was already pretty late and you decided to get into bed. You’d just gotten under the cover when Zara came into the room you were staying in. 
“You’re gonna wanna get up,” she said to you. 
“Why?” You asked her, looking away from you phone from your position beneath your covers. 
“Lewis is here,” you instantly jumped out of the bed at her statement. 
“He’s what!” You shrieked in disbelief. Zara nodded and confirmed he was. You dared to take a look into the living room discreetly, shocked to find Lewis was in fact in the house. 
“Why did you let him in here!” You chastised Zara once back in the safety of your now locked room. 
“What was I supposed to do? Close the door on him?” She asked, her words rushed as she shared in your panic. 
“Yes! That would have been good!” You huffed and dropped back on the bed. 
“He said he wants to see you,” Zara added to your already peak panic. 
“Tell him to leave,” you sat back up and told her, concluding that was the best option. 
“He’s come all the way here y/n…maybe you should talk to him,” she took his side much to your disapproval. You sighed heavily and slapped your hands over your face. 
“I’m just gonna go see what he wants and send him on his way,” you decided on. You got off the bed and started for the door. 
“You might want to put some pants on first,” Zara commented when you reached for the door. You stopped, looked down to your pants less bottom half and turned back on your heels. “Unless of course that’s the idea you wanna give him,” Zara laughed at you as you pulled on some shorts. 
“Shut up okay, I’m just going to tell him to leave,” you told her but mostly yourself hoping to stick to the plan. When you stepped in to the living Lewis stood up and started to walk toward you. 
“What are you doing here Lewis?” You asked him before you got to you. 
“I wanted to see you,” he explained. 
“I told you I wasn’t ready to talk,” you reiterated your early text and folded your arms across your chest. 
“I know and I understand but I can’t take this anymore y/n, we need to talk,” he told you, taking a step toward you. You stood in your spot, he reached out and trailed his hand along your arm until he took your hand in his. “Please?” He pleaded with you with soft sad eyes. You sighed, feeling yourself be swayed as you looked down to your hand in his.
“Okay but not here,” you agreed not having the fight left to say no. You told him you could take a walk and went to get changed. Zara was shocked to hear you were going to speak with Lewis but she encouraged you just the same. When you came back out Lewis was stood awkwardly looking around with his hands in his pockets. He was usually seemingly effortlessly confident in every room he was in but somehow in Zara’s apartment living room he seems incredulously nervous - like a kid waiting for the principal.  
“Lewis,” you said to gain his attention. His head snapped up and pulled his hands from his pockets. You told him you were ready and the two of you left Zara’s flat for a walk up the street. The walk was silent, neither of you daring to speak first. After a few minutes you silently decided to stop and took a seat on a bench. Lewis silently joined you as well. 
“I’m sorry,” he spoke first, quietly stating his gently apology. 
“Are you sorry for what you did or because I left?” You asked him, keeping your eyes focused ahead of you. Lewis sighed at the confirmation that this conversation would not be easy. 
“I’m sorry for what I did, I didn’t appreciate you,” he reframed his apology. 
“That’s an understatement…you made me feel like nothing to you Lewis,” you verbalised your feelings to him. He looked at you, watching you stare straight ahead with a scowl set on your face. He sighed at your words and your obvious pain. He felt a sting in his chest at your confession. He hated that he made you feel that way. 
“That’s not true, I love you,” he tried to remind you, he put his hand over yours that resting in your lap hoping to reassure you. 
“So why do you make it so hard for me to love you?” You turned to ask him, looking directly at him. He didn’t know what to say. He was stunned by the question. “I stood by you for two years Lewis, I left my life behind to be with you, because I truly love you but you…you say you love me and you show me by treating me like I’m not even in the room,” you started to vent your feelings now that you had opened that door. It had been weeks since you left but you never actually told him what you thought. He was taken-aback, naturally as this was the first he was hearing your feelings. He knew you were hurt but hearing you say it was a stab in his heart. “All I wanted to do was love you Lewis, be there for you but you treat me like you want me to leave,” you continued to spew your feelings. 
“I didn’t want you to leave,” he quickly tried to refute your assumption. 
“So why Lewis?” You asked the question you still didn’t have an answer too. He looked away from you, hanging his head in shame as he knew whatever answer he could muster would not validate his behaviour. 
“I shouldn’t have,” he quietly said, avoiding answering your question. “Baby, I’m sorry I was wrong,” he quickly added hoping to win you over. 
“I don’t care for your apologies Lewis, I want to know why,” you stayed firm, needing an answer before you could consider accepting apologies.
“I don’t have a good reason y/n, I was upset with racing, I was upset with life and I acted out,” he started to explain, “I wanted to feel like I had everything at my fingertips again and the people who don’t know me like you do, the people who don’t understand how much it means always treated me like I won, with you I could see the disappointment in your eyes, I knew you knew I was falling behind my goals and it was hard to face that,” he explained more openly. You didn’t respond right away, you took a moment to soak in what he said. 
“I make you unhappy?” You asked him, your voice almost cracking with the short question. 
“No, no you don’t I just…I didn’t know what to do,” he added, hardly reassuring you. 
“How can this work if when things are hard you can’t be with me Lewis?” You asked him given his confession. 
“It’s not like that y/n,” he tried to reassure you again but it didn’t help. 
“It is though Lew, what are we going to do if being around me makes you feel worse,” you asked him again. 
“Being around you doesn’t make it worse, being without you makes it worse y/n,” he turned to you and spoke, “I thought you were making it more painful but I was just avoiding facing the reality,” he continued to explain. You sighed, not feeling convinced. 
“Y/n, you are so much to me…since you left I’ve felt like part of me has been missing. I was just too stupid to realise you’re the one I should be leaning on and not pulling away from,” he continued on, “I need you,” he gently held your face, turning your face to look at him. “Please,” he pleaded once more with you. 
You looked at him, his brown eyes engulfing you from the moment you looked into them.    
“Please y/n, we belong together,” he added to his pleas in your prolonged silence. 
“Lewis,” you said his name firmly, taking his hands off your face and holding them in your hands, “I love you but if you do this to me again, I’m not coming back,” you firmly told him. 
“I know,” he nodded immediately but you didn’t think he really heard you. 
“I need you to understand Lewis, I love you but this love will break if you make me feel like I’m the only one in love here again,” you laid out your ultimatum. He looked at you, soaking in what you said before slowly nodding this time. You chose to believe his understanding and closed the issue in your mind. 
“Where’s your hotel?” You asked him abruptly getting up from the bench. He got up as well, looking at you with furrowed brows. 
“I didn’t book one yet,” he told you, still confused. 
“Well we’re gonna need to book one,” you told him, holding out your hand for him. He took it, lacing your fingers between his big tattooed ones despite his confusion.  “P1 at Silverstone? Surely that deserves a reward,” you smirked, taking your hand from his to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He instantly smiled, so big the wrinkling in the corners of his eyes showed. 
“Name the place, anywhere you want,” he wrapped his arms around you waist, pulling you flush against his solid body. 
“Wherever is closest,” you told him before leaning into his ear, “and wherever I can scream your name when you fuck me,” you whispered to him before stepping back and dropping your arms from around his neck. His eyes widen at your words and he snatched your hand back in his so he could pull you with him. He practically ran with you back to Zara’s for his car and by time you had packed a bag of stuff he already had the hotel booked.
Naturally, Zara mocked you for running off with Lewis after all the claims you made that you wouldn’t. You took the banter in stride because you did go against your earlier words. You were okay with it though because loved him and you wanted to make things work. The two of you had to work on some things but Lewis was right, you belonged together. 
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thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this 2 part series ☺️
let me know what you thought 💕
(hopefully I'll write more for lewis in the future)
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meraki-yao · 1 month
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So RWRB is basically part of my identity now, I can't remember how many times I've seen the movie, and I'm on a constant quest of getting my friends to watch it too. And it's working!
But the thing is, my own younger sister, who's my literal best friend, the closest person to me, hasn't.
Her only exposure to the movie is coming in to my room on premiere night when I was watching it for the first time and tagging along for like ten minutes then leaving, coming into my room when I'm watching clips and watching along for a bit until I give her attention (she's like a cat) and hearing/seeing me very passionately rambling about it either on social media or out loud
She's not interested in romance like, at all, so this isn't her cup of tea, and I'm not gonna force her to watch something she's not interested in.
However out of curiosity, I asked how much she knows/remembers about rwrb from what little exposure she had. She started rattling off points that made me laugh deliriously, then asked if she could type it down.
So here's rwrb according to my sister, who has never finished the movie, nor read the book (she literally typed the list below herself which is why it's in first person)
enjoy! :D
henry's a prince and alex is fsotus
they met before once but it did not go well?
Henry and Alex see each other at a wedding and a big ass cake falls over
they pretend to be friends cuz PR
they text and/or email each other a lot
there's a children's hospital??? and they cram into a room???
there's a dog called David
turkeys in alex's room cuz thanksgiving
also sth sth insomnia
ok not a plot point but i rlly like how them texting was presented
henry's dad is an actor and he's dead
henry has a sister, she's nice
i rmb the name zara but i forgot what she specifically does (I'm so sorry)
new year's party. dramatic eye contact.
'oh I'm not going to sing karaoke' 'BURNING THROUGH THE SKYYYY YEA, 200 DEGREES THAT'S WHY THEY CALL ME MR FAHRENHEIT, I'M TRAVELLING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHTTTTTTT, I'LL MAKE A SUPERSONIC MAN OUT OF YOU'
the room with red wallpapers and alexander hamilton, 'the book is very bookish', f in chat for security lady
henry walks out of the closet literally
there's this grey(?) room with a white marble statue and it was very emotional???
henry's a sad boi
i think they fucked or sth
also there was a lake?
the emails get leaked on reddit by this reporter dude (who i think Alex knows before???) during the election
alex gives a speech
alex's mom wins the election
henry wore a yellow tie or sth because texas???
a pride parade outside the palace???
at least in the movie they go to a house or sth
deleted scene but they were next to a campfire and henry was talking and sad and alex was listening
ok Meraki back hope you enjoyed that lmao
if you have a favourite out of this list or have any message you want to tell my sister about the movie leave them in the notes lol she kinda wants to know what yall think of her recall
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saintmeghanmarkle · 24 days
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Oh look - Eugenie/Jack and Zara/Mike share a flight back from the Bahrain Grand Prix with Jeremy Clarkson. by u/Von_und_zu_
Oh look - Eugenie/Jack and Zara/Mike share a flight back from the Bahrain Grand Prix with Jeremy Clarkson. Princess Eugenie, Jack Brooksbank and Mike and Zara Tindall fly back to the UK from Bahrain Grand Prix with Jeremy Clarkson and Madonna's son Rocco. (Also the Duke of Richmond, socialite Tamara Beckwith and billionaire insurance mogul David Howden. Peter Phillips and Sarah Ferguson aren't mentioned as being on the flight although they were at the Bahrain Grand Prix as well). They all look chummy. None of the royals seemed to be shunning Jeremy Clarkson after his poor satire about Madame nearly cost him his Netflix show. How sad that F1 Fan Harold couldn't make the opening race of the F1 season. Harold was at the Austin TX Grand Prix last season as a guest of Mercedes and also cozied up to Christian Horner/Red Bull.https://preview.redd.it/8dpnz0180dmc1.png?width=634&format=png&auto=webp&s=cf52da575d7c8abcad7a296ae9bf49ecff01918d​Mike hugging Jack Brooksbankhttps://archive.ph/I5ijvhttps://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-13154701/princess-eugenie-jack-brooksbank-zara-mike-tindall-private-jet-jeremy-clarkson-bahrain-grand-prix.html​https://preview.redd.it/rcmw0qhq2dmc1.png?width=493&format=png&auto=webp&s=02f29bbdcf1dfdd042911789b43a2e0269aa06d2Prince Harry is known to be an F1 fan. In March 2020, he teamed up with [Lewis] Hamilton, 38, to open the Silverstone Experience museum in the U.K. which is dedicated to the past, present and future of British motor racing.The visit was part of Harry’s final round of royal engagements before he and his wife, Meghan Markle, stepped back from their senior roles in the royal family and relocated to her home state of California.https://ift.tt/ctF9Ozn post link: https://ift.tt/ar3KdLM author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: March 04, 2024 at 07:41PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit
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lorarri · 3 days
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─ willow . . . ❨ send me driver + a scenario/prompt (example: friends to lovers with lewis hamilton) and I'll make a small playlist for it ❩
lando norris + friends with benefits to lovers
FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS TO LOVERS ─ LANDO NORRIS
friends ─ chase atlantic
unholy ─ hey violet
need to know ─ doja cat
ruin my life ─ zara larson
i did something bad ─ taylor swift
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redladydeath · 7 months
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Six actors who's names share a common root
Hannah (12) Jana Larell Glover, Anna Uzele, Hana Stewart, Annamaria Baranyai, Anita Gado, Hannah Lowther, Annabel Marlow, Anna Peller, Gerianne Perez, Analise Rios, Hannah Taylor, Anna Terpiłowska
Elizabeth (9) Ellie Jane Grant, Izi Maxwell, Ella Burns, Bella Coppola, Izabela Pawletko, Analise Rios, Leesa Tulley, Elizabeth Walker, Ellie Wyman
Laurence (8) Laura Dawn Pyatt, Lauren Byrne, Lauren Irving, Lauren Mariasoosay, Laura Blair, Lauren Drew, Loren Hunter, Lori McLare
Margaret (7) Małgorzata Chrusciel, Meghan Corbett, Meghan Dawson, Meg Dixon-Brasil, Megan Gilbert, Maggie Lacasse, Megan Leung
Christos (7) Kirsty "Zara" MacIntosh, Keirsten Nicole Hodgens, Cristina D'Agostino, Kristina Leopold, Christina Modestou, Kristina Walz, Krisztina Magyar
Helen (6) Ellie Jane Grant, Elena Breschi, Ella Burns, Elena Gyasi, Aline Mayagoitia, Ellie Wyman
John (6) Jana Larell Glover, Gianna Grosso, Jaina Brock-Patel, Janique Charles, Janice Rijssel, Lori-Jane McLare
Nicholas (6) Nicole Louise Lewis, Nikki Bentley, Nikolett Gallusz, Collette Guitart, Nicole Kyoung-Mi Lambert, Nicole Lamb
Alexander (5) Alexia McIntosh, Sasha Renae Brown, Alexandra "Zan" Berube, Aleksandra Gotowicka, Ji-sun "Lexie" Kim
Gabriella (5) Gabbi Mack, Gabrielle Davina Smith, Gabriela Francesca Carillo, Gabriella Stylianou-Burns, Gabriella Boumford
Jasmine (5) Jasmine Shen, Jasmine Smith, Jasmine Forsberg, Jasmine Hackett, Jaz Robinson
Julius (5) Juli Horanyi, Giulia Marolda, Julia McLellan, Julia Pulo, Jillian Worthing
Adal (4) Alicia Corrales-Connor, Alyssa Giannetti, Alize Ke'Aloha Cruz, Aline Mayagoitia
Amy (4) Amy Bridges, Aimie Atkinson, Amy Di Bartolomeo, Kara-Ami McCreanor
Courtney (4) Courtney Monsma, Courtney Stapleton, Courtney Bowman, Courtney Mack
Emil (4) Amelia Walker, Emily Rose Lyons, Emily Harrigan, Emilia "Millie" O'Connell
Katherine (4) Caitlyn De Kuyper, Kathryn Kilger, Caitlin Tipping, Kate Zulauf
Kayla (4) Kala Gare, Khaila Wilcoxon, Kaylah Attard, Kayla McSorley
Monica (4) Monika Nika Veres, Monique Ashe-Palmer, Janique Charles, Mónika Horváth
Sophia (4) Sophie Golden, Sophie-Rose Middleton, Fia Houston-Hamilton, Sophie Isaacs
Abigail (3) Abigail Sparrow, Abbi Hodgson, Abby Mueller
Aenor (3) Ellie Jane Grant, Ella Burns, Ellie Wyman
Danielle (3) Danielle Steers, Danielle Mendoza, Danielle Rose
Eireann (3) Aryn Bohannon, Erin Palmer Ramirez, Erin Caldwell
Hayley (3) Haley Izurieta, Hailee Kaleem Wright, Hailey Lewis
Laura (3) Laura Dawn Pyatt, Laura Blair, Lori McLare
Lucius (3) Lucy Aiston, Lucia Valentino, Lucinda Wilson
Natalie (3) Natalie Pilkington, Natalie Paris, Natalia Kujawa
Oliver (3) Olivia "Liv" Alexander, Olivia Donalson, Oliver Wickham
Rhiannon (3) Rhiannon Bacchus, Rhiannon Doyle, Rhianne-Louise McCaulsky
Sarah (3) Kala Gare, Sadie Hurst, Sarah McFarlane
Theodore (3) Terica Marie, Didi Romero, Dóra Csonka
Agnes (2) Inez Budd, Agnieszka Rose
Aisha (2) Aiesha Naomi Pease, Aisha Kardffy
Alan (2) Lana Zoe Jensen, Alana M. Robinson
Amanda (2) Amanda Lee, Amanda Lindgren
Ashley (2) Ashlee Waldbauer, Ashleigh Weir
Brian (2) Brianna Brito Mooney, Brianna Javis
Cassandra (2) Cassandra Lee, Cassie Silva
Cathassach (2) Casey Esbin, Casey Al-Shaqsy
Ceallach (2) Kelly Sweeney, Kelly Denice Taylor
Cennetig (2) Kennedy Carstens, Kenedy Small
Charles (2) Carly Mercedes Dyer, Caroline Siegrist
Chelsea (2) Chelsea Lorraine Wargo, Chelsea Dawson
Chloe (2) Chloe Zuel, Chloe Hart
Eloise (2) Eloise "Ellie" Sharpe, Eloise Lord
Eric (2) Terica Marie, Erika Herceg
Grace (2) Grace Mouat, Grace Melville
Hadrian (2) Adrianna Glover, Adrianna Hicks
Henry (2) Harriet Watson, Harriet Caplan-Dean
Holly (2) Holli' Conway, Holly Musgrave
Jennifer (2) Jennifer Caldwell, Ji-woo "Jennifer" Kim
Jessica (2) Jessica Niles, Jessica "Jessie" Bodner
Ludwig (2) Lou Henry, Rhianne-Louise McCaulsky
Maia (2) Maiya Quansah-Breed, Maya Christian
Martha (2) Marta Burdynowicz, Marta Skrzypczynska
Mary (2) Annamaria Baranyai, Marilyn Caserta
Matilda (2) Maddison Bulleyment, Maddison Firth
Melissa (2) Melinda Porto, Melissa J. Ford
Rachel (2) Rachel Rawlinson, Rachel "Rae" Davenport
Renatus (2) Renee Lamb, Brene "Bre" Jackson
Shannon (2) Shannen Alyce Quan, Su-jeong "Shannon" Pae
Sidney (2) Cydney Clark, Sydney Parra
Taylor (2) Taylor Iman Jones, Taylor Pearlstein
Victor (2) Victoria "Vicki" Manser, Viki Singh
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fridayiminlovemp3 · 7 months
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i hateeeee instagram ohhhhhh adriana from art history just liked a reel of hamilton fan art do you wanna see it?? no!!! fuck you here’s 6 more. your old coworker zara just reposted andrew tate videos! do you want some of those??? do you want a whole feed of andrew tate and hamilton yaoi???? yes or yes
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janedances · 1 year
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“It’s impossible to be in love with all the six queens’
The Six queens in question:
Megan Gilbert, Ashleigh Weir, Holly Musgrave, Oliver Wickham, Annabel Marlow, Shimali De Silva, Renee Lamb, Christina Modestou, Natalie Paris, Genesis Lynea, Aimie Atkinson, Izuka Hoyle, Jaye’J Richards-Noel, Millie O’Connell, Alexia McIntosh, Maiya Quansah-Breed, Grace Mouat, Vicki Manser, Courtney Stapleton, Adrianna Hicks, Andrea Macaseat, Abby Mueller, Brittney Mack, Samantha Pauly, Anna Uzele, Mallory Maedke, Nicole Kyoung-Mi Lambert, Courtney Mack, Shantel Cribbs, Courtney Bowman, Sophie Isaacs, Danielle Steers, Zara Macintosh, Cherelle Jay, Hana Stewart, Collette Guitart, Candace Furbert, Hazel Karooma-Brooker, Caitlin Tipping, Sophie Golden, Alicia Corrales-Connor, Viquichele Cross, Bryony Duncan, Natalie Pilkington, Lori McLare, Amy Bridges, Lauren Drew, Maddison Bulleyment, Lauren Byrne, Shekinah McFarlane, Jodie Steele, Athena Collins, Cassandra Lee, Jennifer Caldwell, Harriet Watson, Jasmine Shen, Kelly Sweeney, Jessica Niles, Georgia Carr, Amelia Walker, Liv Alexander, Elizabeth Walker, Maddison Firth, Laura Blair, Chloe Zuel, Kala Gare, Loren Hunter, Kiana Daniele, Courtney Monsma, Vidya Makan, Ella Burns, Karis Oka, Shannen Alyce-Quan, Jade Marvin, Lucy Aiston, Gabriella Stylianou-Burns, Scarlet Gabriel, Rebecca Wickes, Megan Leung, Sophie Rose Middleton, Abbi Hodgson, Kara Ami Mcraenor, Emily Harrigan, Gabrielle Smith, Melissa Ford, Kaylah Attard, Fia Houston-Hamilton, Rhiannon Bacchus, Rhiannon Doyle, Carly Mercedes Dyer, Elena Gyasi, Keirsten Hodgens, Artemis Chrisoulakis, Ellie Sharpe, Sadie Hurst, Melinda Porto, L’Oreal Roache, Wesley Carpenter, Maya Christian, Brianna Mooney, Meghan Dawson, Marilyn Caserta, Ashlee Waldbauer, Adrianna Glover, Alize Ke’Aloha Cruz, Kristina Walz, Amy Di Bartolomeo, Amanda Lindgren, Claudia Kariuki, Dionne Ward-Anderson, Tsemaye Bob-Egbe, Meesha Turner, Paisley Billings, Danielle Rose, Roxanne Couch, Esme Rothero, Rachel Rawlinson, Lauren Irving, Danielle Mendoza, Shelby Griswold, Kennedy Carstens, Abigail Sparrow, Jarynn Whitney, Madeline Fansler, Channing Weir, Princess Victomé, Sunayna Smith, Chloë Hart, Casey Al-Shaqsy, Aiesha Pease, Jaina Brock-Patel, Alana Robinson, Grace Melville, Leesa Tulley, Harriet Caplan-Dean, Khaila Wilcoxon, Storm Lever, Jasmine Forsberg, Olivia Donalson, Didi Romero, Gabriela Carrillo, Cassie Silva, Kelly Denice Taylor, Erin Ramirez, Kelsee Kimmel, Phoenix Mendoza, Chelsea Dawson, Chiara Assetta, Cristina D’Agostino, Joy Woods, Bre Jackson, Keri Rene Fuller, Brennyn Lark, Ayla Ciccone-Burton, Holli’ Conway, Brianna Javis, Gabbi Mack, Casey Esbin, Ellie Wyman, Sasha Renae Brown, Nicole Lamb, Aja Simone Baitey, Willow Dougherty, Kayla McSorely, Emily Rose Lyons, Chelsea Wargo, Hannah Taylor, Jessie Bodner, Jasmine Hackett, Janice Rijssel, Lucia Valentino, Elena Breschi, Meg Dixon-Brasil, Sarah McFarlane, Reca Oakley, Gerianne Perez, Zan Berube, Amina Faye, Terica Marie, Aline Mayagoitia, Sydney Parra, Jana Larell Glover, Taylor Pearlstein, Aryn Bohannon, Cecilia Snow, Rhianne Louise McCaulsky, Baylie Carson, Koko Basigara, Monique Ashe Palmer, Leah Vassell, Hailee Kaleem Wright, Leandra Ellis Gaston, Bella Coppola, Nasia Thomas, Zoe Jensen, Taylor Iman Jones, Aubrey Matalon, Kristina Leopold, Rae Davenport, Gianna Grosso, Kathryn Kilger, Bethany McDonald, Jillian Worthing, Haley Izurieta, Jasmine Smith, Lois Ellise Reeves, Alyssa Giannetti, Eden Holmes, Jaelle Laguerre, Kate Zulauf, Lee ARumSoul, Son Seungyeon Kim Ji Woo, Sophiya Pae, Park Hye-na, Park Ga-Ram, Kim Ji Sun, Choi Hyun-sun, Kim Ryeo Won, Heo Sol-ji, Yoo Ju-hye, Hong Ji Hee, Nicole Louise Lewis, Laura Dawn Pyatt, Erin Caldwell, Kenedy Small, Lou Henry, Aoife Haakenson, Ellie Jane Grant, Izi Maxwell, Tamara Morgan, Shakira Simpson, Fiorella Bamba, Lucinda Wilson, Caitlyn De Kuyper, Amanda Lee, Gabriella Boumford, Audrey Fisher, Brooke Aneece, Jaz Robinson, Julia Pulo, Maggie Lacasse, Krystal Hernández, Elysia Cruz, Lauren Mariasoosay, Julia McLellan, Darcy Stewart, Hailey Lewis
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What are you most excited about in 2024 for Edvin?
I don't really know. I am obviously looking forward to YR. I hope we get some in person interviews with Edvin and Omar and another photoshoot.
As for his other projects, I am a little apprehensive. I try to keep an open mind about APOY but I don't think that Zara, Felicia, Sigge Eklund or Michaela Hamilton come across as very pleasant or interesting people, so I don't really care about the promo and what they have to say that much.
If ALW comes out in 2024, that could be more interesting but we have zero info about that project. The same with whatever he is working on right now. So it's a little difficult to be excited about that.
In general, I don't follow his socials at the moment because they don't give me much. I'd rather see a few glimpses of his life that aren't too personal like a nice landscape picture or a song he is listening to than weird selfies but that might just be me. I also think he has more interesting things to say than rating his financials and his dating life and I hope he skips those outlets and speaks to other publishers in the future for a little more substance.
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aaahh! I'm so happy! I was hoping do bad that he had been casted in that movie! 😭😭💞💞
now the question is: who of them is the one who dies?
I am soooo happy for him!
Second Netflix project as a lead/main actor!!!! This is great news!!!
MJ talks about losing a brother. Is Felicia gonna play MJ and Edvin will be the brother? What about Zara? Btw, she is a popular singer, will bring many views!!!!
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exhibitionsvisited · 2 months
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2024
This year I visited the following exhibitions
10th Jan, Zara Sands and Olly Centres, General Practice, Lincoln
12 Jan, Bodies for Practice, Project Space Plus, Lincoln
2nd Feb, Seasonal Strokes, General Practice, Lincoln
Chris Ofilli and William Blake, Tate Britain, London
9 Feb, Chris Ofilli, Tate Britain, London
9 Feb, Woman in Protest, Tate Britain, London
9 Feb, Richard Hamilton, Tate Britain, London
9 Feb, Yuri Pattison and J M W Turner, Tate Britain, London
9 Feb, Zineb Saleh Tate Britain, London
9 Feb, Cat Flap Blink, Terrace Gallery, London
9 Feb, Victor Bengtsson, Public, London
9 Feb, Martin Aagaard Hansen, Tanja Nis-Hansen & Kazuyuki Takezaki , Union Pacific, London
9 Feb, Mao Yan, Pace Gallery, London
9 Feb, ,Ziping Wang, Unit, London
9 Feb, Zach lieberman, Unit, London
9 Feb, Conversation Galante, Pillar Corris, London
9 Feb, Frank Bowling ,Hauser and Wirth, London
9 Feb, Uman ,Hauser and Wirth, London
9 Feb, Willem Sasnal, Sadie Coles ,London
9 Feb, Anna Barriball, Frith St,London
9 Feb, Emi Otaguro, Masanori Tomita, Nobuya Hitsuda & Yutaka Nozawa , Sadie Coles,London
9 Feb, Come Home, Sadie Coles ,London
9 Feb, Zineb Sedira, Goodman Gallery,London
9 Feb, Marc Chagall, Alon Zakaim, London
9 Feb, Polymythologies, Tiwani Contemporary,London
9 Feb, Jeffrey Gibson, Stephen Friedman,London
9 Feb, Claire Gavronsky, Goodman Gallery ,London
9 Feb, Rose Shakinovsky, Goodman Gallery ,London
9 Feb, Olivia Flax, Holtermann ,London
9 Feb,Burri, Miró , Ermnst, Nahmad Projects,London
9 Feb, Gerhard Richter, David Zwirner ,London
9 Feb, Drawn into the Present, Thaddeus Ropac ,London
9 Feb, Andy Warhol, Thaddeus Ropac ,London
9 Feb, Pauline Boty, Gazelli, ,London
9 Feb, Karel Appel, Max Hetzler, ,London
9 Feb, Alexis Hunter, Richard Saltoun, ,London
9 Feb, Premiums 1, Royal Academy ,London
9 Feb, Entangled Pasts, Royal Academy ,London
16 Feb, Punk: Rage and Revolution, Northampton Museum & Art Gallery
16 Feb, Material Matters, Northampton Museum & Art Gallery
16 Feb, Elke Pollard, Northampton Museum & Art Gallery
21 Feb, Practice Research, Project Space Plus, Lincoln
22 Feb,  Paul Mpagi Sepuya, Nottingham Contemporary
22 Feb, Dora Budor, Nottingham Contemporary
22 Feb, Danica Maier, Beam, Nottingham
1 March, Andrew Bracey, General Practice, Lincoln
8 March, Darren Diss and Brian Voce, The Hub, Sleaford
8 March, Jo Cope, The Hub, Sleaford
20 March, Mirrors Windows Portals, project space plus, Lincoln
23 March, Feng-Ru Lee, Weston Gallery, Nottingham
23 March, Dan Rapley, Angear Visitor Centre, Nottingham
23 March, Saad Qureshi, Djanogly Gallery, Nottingham
23 March, Fascinating Finds from Nottingham's Caves, University of Nottingham Museum
23 March,Peep Show, Bennington Gallery, Nottingham
23 March, Shahnawaz Hussain, Bennington Gallery, Nottingham
23 March, Osheen Siva, Bennington Gallery, Nottingham
23 March, Debsyo Bolaji, New Art Exchange, Nottingham
24 March, Jason Wilsher-Mills, Lincolnshire on Museum
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clarounette · 1 year
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Currently listening: God of wrath by Rina Kent
Currently listening: God of wrath by Rina Kent
This series is addictive. I’ve just started God of wrath by Rina Kent, narrated by Teddy Hamilton and Zara Hampton-Brown who’s new to me, special appearance of Jason Clarke and Shane East.
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levok · 10 months
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Yeah Michaela Hamilton is an amazing teen drama writer! She wrote for example ’Zebrarummet’ that Wilma was in and ’Eagles’ - Alva Bratt in both. So I wouldn’t be super surprised if she also (except from the film with Felicia, Edvin & Zara) wrote something in the future that Omar will be a part of ☺️ It’s kinda her and Lisa Ambjörn that has given Swedish teen/young adult drama an extra push forward last couple of years
I can see that 🤞
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