Liam Hemsworth and his girlfriend, Gabriella Brooks, went out for a date night at the London premiere of Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga.
On Friday, May 17, Liam, 34, and Gabriella, 28, posed for photos on the red carpet. Liam dressed casually in a baseball cap, black sweatshirt, and jeans, while Gabriella wore an elegant black silk dress.
Liam’s brother, Luke Hemsworth, 43, joined them on the red carpet. They were there to support their other brother, Chris Hemsworth, 40, who stars in the movie as the villain Immorten Joe, opposite Anya-Taylor Joy, who plays Furiosa. The movie premieres in theaters on May 24.
Liam’s appearance at the premiere comes while he is filming the fourth season of Netflix’s The Witcher. He is taking over the lead role of Geralt of Rivia from Henry Cavill. Netflix plans to film the fourth and fifth seasons back-to-back.
Liam and Gabriella, who have been dating since 2019, are usually private about their relationship on social media. They only post photos of each other occasionally. In March, Gabriella shared a photo of Liam in a series of pictures on Instagram of her swimming in the ocean. She captioned the post, “First swim of Spring it was freezing :),” and included a photo of Liam smiling in a car. Before that, she posted a picture of them together in December 2023 at the National Gallery of Victoria in Melbourne.
The couple was first seen together in public in December 2019, having lunch with Liam’s parents in Byron Bay, Australia. A source told Us Weekly at the time that Liam’s family likes Gabriella, which is very important to him. The insider also said that Liam feels comfortable with her.
In December 2021, Gabriella explained to Stellar magazine why she likes to keep their relationship private. She said, “My personal relationship is very, very important and very sacred to me. In an industry where so much is put out on show, there are some things you just want to keep to yourself. I understand the interest in our relationship, but at the end of the day, I like having that for me.”
Bullied Guy Planned a Class Reunion on His Yacht – The Party Was Great until He Pulled out a 10-Year-Old Video
The class reunion on Mark’s yacht seemed like a dream come true until he fired up a video projector. As familiar faces from our past flickered across the screen, I realized this wasn’t a celebration — it was a reckoning, and we were trapped miles from shore.
I stared at the invitation in my hand, feeling a knot in my stomach. Mark, the kid we used to torment in high school, was throwing a class reunion on his yacht. Weird, right? I mean, who even owns a yacht at 28?
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“You going to that thing?” my roommate asked, peering over my shoulder.
“I guess,” I shrugged. “Might as well see how everyone turned out.”
The afternoon of the party, I showed up in my best shirt, trying to look like I had my life together. As I stepped onto the yacht, I whistled. This thing was nicer than my entire apartment.
“Nick! You made it!” Mark’s voice boomed across the deck.
I turned and my jaw dropped. Gone was the chubby, brace-faced kid we used to pick on. In his place stood a confident, fit guy in an expensive suit.
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“Mark? Holy moly, man. You look… different,” I stammered.
He laughed, clapping me on the back. “Amazing what a decade and a few million dollars can do, right?”
As I mingled, I noticed something odd. Only a handful of people from our class were here. Mostly the popular crowd — or should I say, the mean crowd.
Amy, the queen bee, sauntered over. “Can you believe this? Guess karma doesn’t exist after all.”
I forced a smile, but something felt off. Why would Mark invite his former bullies to this swanky party?
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“Nick, my man!” Chris, our old quarterback, stumbled over with a drink in hand. “Can you believe Marky Mark pulled this off? Who’d have thought the little nerd had it in him?”
I winced at his words. “Come on, Chris. That was a long time ago.”
“What? I’m complimenting the guy!” Chris defended, but his tone was still mocking.
As the party went on and we ventured further out to sea, I kept getting flashes of high school. Shoving Mark into lockers. Laughing as he ate lunch alone. God, we were such jerks.
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“Having fun?” A guy with curly hair and glasses appeared next to me.
“Uh, yeah. I’m Nick. You are…?”
“Ben. Mark’s friend from high school.” His tone was cold.
“Oh, cool. I don’t remember you,” I said, trying to be friendly.
Ben’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, you wouldn’t. I was the only one who was nice to Mark back then.”
Before I could respond, Mark clinked his glass. “Everyone! If I could have your attention please!”
The music faded and Mark moved to the front of the deck. A projector screen lowered behind him.
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“I’m so glad you all could make it today,” he began, a weird smirk on his face. “I thought we could take a little trip down memory lane.”
The screen flickered to life and my blood ran cold. It was us. In high school. Tormenting Mark.
“Oh dear,” Amy whispered beside me.
We watched in horror as scene after scene played out. Us calling Mark names. Pushing him around. Laughing as he cried.
When it ended, Mark just stood there, letting the silence hang heavy.
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“You all remember those days, right?” he finally said. “Well, I haven’t forgotten either.”
Suddenly, the yacht’s engine roared to life. Panic set in as I realized we were moving further away from shore.
“What the hell, Mark?” Chris yelled, his earlier bravado gone.
Mark’s smile never wavered. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. I just thought you all might enjoy a taste of isolation. Like I did.”
“This is insane,” Sophia cried. “I’m calling the police!”
“Good luck,” Mark chuckled. “No signal out here.” He shrugged off his jacket and held up a cocktail mockingly.
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For the next hour, Mark went person by person, recounting every cruel thing we’d ever done to him. It was excruciating.
“Amy,” he said, turning to her. “Remember when you started that rumor about me having lice? I had to change schools for a month.”
Amy’s face crumpled. “I… I didn’t think…”
“Of course you didn’t,” Mark cut her off. “None of you did.”
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He turned to Chris next. “And you, Mr. Big Shot Quarterback. Remember dunking my head in the toilet every day for a week?”
Chris looked like he might be sick. “Come on, man. That was just locker room stuff…”
“Was it?” Mark’s voice was ice cold. “Because it felt like torture to me.”
“Mark, come on,” Ben said softly. “This isn’t what we talked about.”
Wait, what? Ben was in on this?
“Shut up, Ben,” Mark snapped. “They need to understand.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Mark, stop! We get it, okay? What we did was awful. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
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The yacht fell silent. Mark stared at me, his expression unreadable.
“You’re sorry?” he asked quietly.
I nodded, feeling tears prick my eyes. “We were stupid kids. But that’s no excuse. What we did to you was cruel and you didn’t deserve any of it. I’m sorry, man. I really am.”
For a moment, Mark’s tough facade cracked. He looked… surprised.
“Nick,” he said slowly. “Do you remember the day you stole my clothes during gym class?”
I flinched at the memory. “Yeah. I do.”
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“I had to wear my gym shorts all day. Everyone laughed.”
“I know,” I said, my voice breaking. “It was an awful thing to do. I’ve felt guilty about it for years.”
Mark studied me for a long moment. “You have?”
Amy stepped forward, mascara streaking her cheeks. “I’m sorry too. Wow, I was such a cow back then.”
“We all were,” Sophia added quietly. “Mark, what we did… it was unforgivable.”
One by one, everyone started apologizing. Even Chris, who’d always been the worst, looked ashamed.
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“I… I didn’t expect this,” Mark admitted, his voice shaky.
Ben put a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it’s time to head back, buddy.”
Mark nodded slowly. “Yeah. Maybe it is.”
We all stood in awkward silence. The sun was just starting to set, painting the sky in pinks and oranges.
“I forgive you,” Mark said quietly. “I just needed you to understand. To remember.”
We nodded, no one quite sure what to say. By this point, we were close to a small island. Someone had popped a bottle of champagne and handed it round in an attempt to break the silence.
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“So,” Chris ventured after a while. “You’re like, some big shot IT guy now?”
Mark chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Started my own cybersecurity firm a few years back.”
“That’s awesome, man,” I said sincerely. “You always were the smartest kid in class.”
“Didn’t feel that way back then,” Mark replied, but there was no bitterness in his tone now.
Amy cleared her throat. “Mark? I know we don’t deserve it, but… do you think we could start over? Maybe grab coffee sometime?”
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Mark considered this for a moment. “You know what? I’d like that. All of you,” he added, looking around. “If you want.”
Then, to everyone’s surprise, Mark’s serious expression melted into a grin. “Now that we’ve cleared the air, who’s ready for a real party?” The tension broke like a dam. Cheers erupted as Mark cranked up the music and popped open another bottle of champagne.
“Let’s moor off this little island,” he shouted over the beat. “The night’s still young!”
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As we anchored near a picturesque cove, the party kicked into high gear. But this time, it felt different. Genuine. We weren’t just former classmates pretending to like each other. We were people reconnecting, learning who we’d become.
I found myself in deep conversation with Amy about her struggles as a single mom. Chris opened up about his failed pro career and subsequent depression. Even Ben, once standoffish, shared stories of his and Mark’s friendship over the years.
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, I realized we’d be partying through the night. For the first time, I felt like I was truly getting to know these people. And them, me.
Mark raised his glass for a final toast. “To new beginnings,” he said. We clinked our glasses, no longer trapped by our past, but looking forward to the future.
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