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Cate Blanchett performing at Glastonbury with Sparks
#I fucking love her#what even is this#cate blanchett#heist wives#ocean’s eight#loubbie#lou miller#carol#carol 2015#ocean’s 8#carol aird#carol x therese
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I think its pretty much an established fact that lou is a total womaniser, so I have this headcanon that after Debbie comes back from jail and they rekindle their relationship Lou has some problems going back to being completely monogamous. So could you do a Lou pov where she has all these girls flinging themselves at her and usually she wouldn't hesitate to say yes but Debbie means so much to her that she could never cheat. bonus points if the end has loubbie smut ;)
“You sure you don’t want to come with me tonight?” Lou asked, lingering in the doorway like she’d done every night for the last week.
She didn’t want to push Debbie. She didn’t. Lou couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to try to slip back into any sort of normal after what Debbie had been through, but a selfish part of her wanted Debbie to make her presence known in Lou’s club. Mark her territory. Declare that she was back.
Lou could say she was taken in a dozen different ways, but she’d also been saying that for years while Debbie was away. It had been habit. A habit that most women knew wasn’t actually the truth of the matter. Debbie had told her not to wait. Lou wasn’t in a committed relationship. Lou and Debbie and been label free for as long as they’d known each other, the truth of what they were never uttered aloud. And with Debbie behind bars, Lou had no one to go home to and only the option of inviting women who weren’t Debbie back to her place.
It had been difficult at first. She had blonde hair. She was a redhead. Nobody had Debbie’s brunette hair that slid from mahogany to midnight. Green eyes. Blue eyes. Never the right shade of brown that glimmered like amber. She had just seen Debbie last week. And then it was last month. And then she’d lost count of the days. Couldn’t remember the scent of her or the feel. She wasn’t sure what was fact and what was fiction when she pulled up a memory to pine over.
The “no thanks” and “I’m good” were habit, but there were other dangerous habits too. Helmet long gone on her bike. Nicorette gum down the toilet in a rage and a pack of cigarettes in her back pocket the same night. Vodka. A shot or two snuck in between serving. Then a pint glass. Then just like the days of Deb away behind bars losing meaning, Lou lost count of drinks.
Tammy was there to pull her out of her stupor. And she was beyond grateful for someone to chide her like a mother and hug her like a sister. But it was Danny of all people who closed his eyes and pinched his nose as he uttered softly, “when’s the last time you let yourself get laid, Miller?”
After giving him shit for saying it and having a much less awkward conversation about it with Tammy and Debbie too, courtesy of Tammy playing monkey in the middle, Lou replaced liquor with women.
A shot with a kiss. A drink with willing fingers slipping through her waiting heat. Bottle after bottle with tongues and teeth and sex. Never two nights in a row with the same woman. Never letting them call her by her name. Barely giving and more receiving. She felt too guilty. She only wanted to give Deb pleasure. Make her feel good.
And when Lou had returned to the club with more than a pep in her step, a permanent grin slung across her lips, she felt like she was sending out flashing lights and warning signs: I’m taken. I’m not interested. Don’t approach.
But much to her chagrin, she’d established a pattern. Women leaning over the bar a little too far, showing off cleavage and twisting their hair. A hand slipping into Lou’s own cleavage or pocket with a tip and the promise of just a little something extra for serving them.
It was easy to say no. It was just a word. But it was harder to see the pout. Harder to hear the “your loss” and “you sure?”
She just wanted Debbie to decide that tonight was the night she’d come to the club, strutting through the door, moving through whatever interested gaggle was barricading Lou behind the bar that night and claiming her as her own. She’d take a kiss or a hand leading her out of the club. she’d take a hickey to the neck or nails raked down her arms. Hell, she’d let Debbie fuck her against the bar right then and there. Her head was swimming with the thought, but now it was Debbie backed against the bar, skirt hitched up around her hips, Lou’s thigh between the brunette’s as she nipped at her ear, whispering in a low, deep voice what she was going to do to her right here and right now, without caring who saw.
Lou wanted to demand that Debbie come with her. Just drag her by the arm and take her back into her world. But she found herself slamming the door shut and pacing back towards the brunette, melting against her on the couch as Debbie looked up at her confused, but accepted the kiss Lou offered, moaning as it went from chaste and sweet to messy and deep, Lou tugging at Debbie’s lip in a way that was sure to bruise.
“You don’t have to come with me,” Lou promised, scraping her nails down Debbie’s chest as she groaned, haphazardly tugging at Deb’s shirt, buttons snapping and scattering. Her eyes were practically glazed over as she took in black lace and olive skin that waited for her beneath, Debbie’s nipples poking against the embroidered flowers. “But I want you to come with me. Right now.”
“Jesus, Lou,” Debbie whimpered, her hips lifting as Lou undid her slacks, her own legs straddling Debbie as she wiggled her hand inside Debbie’s pants, hissing at the heat.
“I want you on my fingers and on my tongue, Debbie. I want you all over me. I want them to know I’m yours. Only yours. That you’re the only one I take home. That I’m coming home to you. And I want you on my mind the whole time I’m gone.”
“Well, I think—“ Debbie smirked, rolling her bra cups upwards to reveal her breasts as she led Lou’s head roughly towards her, the blonde’s lips locking around her nipple. “I have just the plan for that.”
#queue#Lou miller#Debbie ocean#Lou miller x debbie ocean#Debbie ocean x lou miller#Lou x debbie#Debbie x lou#Lou and debbie#Debbie and Lou#Lou and deb#Deb and Lou#Lou x Deb#Deb x lou#loubbie#heist girlfriends#heist wives#oceans eight#ocean’s eight#ocean’s 8#oceans 8#o8 fanfic#o8 fanfiction#ocean’s eight fanfic#ocean’s eight fanfiction#ocean’s 8 fanfic#ocean’s 8 fanfiction#canon timing#blackacre13#Tammy#Danny ocean
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i just generated some ai pics of cate and sandra in brazil lmao
#cate blanchett#sandra bullock icons#sandra bullock#icons#lockscreens#wallpaper#ai#fanart#edit#ocean’s 8#ocean’s eight#carol#sapphic#lgbtq#middle aged woman#cinema#filmgifs#gifs
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they have the same personality i won’t elaborate
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i think they should have named the ocean’s eight women after the women from mambo no 5
#ocean’s eight#they could have played that when they get the crew together#there are seven during the chorus so either the eighth could be debbie or they could pull in angela and pamela from the first verse
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always going through them
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when people ask me how i realized that i’m bisexual i tell them it’s because i watched this movie… they think that i’m joking but i’m not
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hey i just posted a rophne fanfic on ao3, if you read it i would really appreciate it because i'm new to that platform and it's kind of scary. Also the ocean's 8 fandom and the rophne shippers are incredibly dead. but there was nothing to lose by trying.
It sucks a bit, but I really wanted to post it.
#rophne#rose weil#daphne kluger#ocean’s 8#ocean’s eight#saphic#wlw ship#anne hathaway#helena bonham carter#daphne x rose#daphne#kluger#rose#Weil#fanfic#Ao3
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Rewatching Oceans 8 reminded me why I am bisexual and why women are amazing and why I love Rihanna
SHE SLAYED IN THIS MOVIE AND I AM IN LOVE
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Not me rewatching Ocean’s Eight and wishing they’d do Ocean’s Nine with Katee Sackhoff as Lou’s sister (Cate Blanchett’s character)
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has this been done yet?
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can you please continue the teacher/student au?
Part 39 is here: Part FORTY below!
“Well,” a deep voice laughed on the line. “It’s not a date night so this isn’t about the best spot for a whiskey and you refuse to take my advice on women so what do I owe the pleasure?”
Lou raised an eyebrow, but she was grinning. The brunette swatted her, but Lou had already caught sight of her blushing cheeks.
“Danny,” she hissed, through gritted teeth. “I need your help.”
“So you’ve called the superior Ocean. I’m afraid I’ll need to hear you—“
“Cut the shit,” Debbie sighed, looking at Lou with eyes full of worry. “I need your help. I need my big brother.”
“I can be at your place in twenty.”
“I fucked up,” Debbie whispered, falling against the blonde as Lou cradled her, combing through her hair. “He can ruin my life, but I won’t let him ruin hers.”
Siblings were fascinating to Lou. Especially when you could observe them at once. And entertaining, when you only knew one of them and had to take that one’s word when they described the one who you didn’t know.
The only things that Lou knew about Danny Ocean included the fact that he was attached to the hip to someone she thought Debbie had called Rusty? But that couldn’t be correct for a grown ass man. She also knew that Debbie’s initial date with her, that allegedly hadn’t truly been a date at all, but a TA welcome dinner, and the drink recommendation had also come from the older sibling. And now as Debbie opened the front door to let him in, the older Ocean immediately scooping her into a bear hug, him shooting a wink over his sister’s head at Lou, she could see his hair and eyes matched Debbie’s.
She expected Debbie to push him off with an eye-roll and a mention of getting back to business, but she clung to her brother, savoring the embrace for a long time until he spoke over her head.
“She’s not usually much of a higher,” he smirked, but he kissed her forehead before he let her go, just in time for Debbie to smack his shoulder and call him an oaf. “So this is the famous Ms. Miller. Sorry Debs has you under her spell, kid.”
Lou wasn’t sure how to respond, but Debbie was closing the door and rushing to her side immediately as if she had to defend the blonde’s honor, her hand sliding into Lou’s.
“You can cut the big brother teasing shit. This is bad,” Debbie sighed. “And whatever cradle robbing, does she call you professor in bed shit you’re planning on spewing, you can just skip. I meant it. This is big. And Lou—Lou is—“
“I know, Strawdebby,” Danny smiled, ruffling her hair before he took a seat in Debbie’s arm chair, carefully moving the stack of graded papers that currently sat there in a heap and placing them on the coffee table.
Lou tucked the nickname away for later.
“And it really is a pleasure to meet you, Lou. Sorry you got dragged into all this Becker shit when you should be partying and having fun every night. Best years of your life, right?” Danny grinned.
Debbie was pulling Lou towards the couch, sorry evident on her face.
“You think Dr. Ocean lets her TA have fun every night?” Lou grinned. She immediately regretted calling her Dr. Ocean. It was just habit when it came to separating their professional and personal relationship. But Debbie had already hinted at the name/power dynamic jokes and she didn’t want Debbie to think she was giving Danny permission to crack jokes at either of their expenses.
Regardless, he didn’t take the bait. He knew the stakes were too high.
“Tell everything,” he said instead, his face sincere. Lou and Debbie went over their history over the past few months. From Lou’s first class to her interview to her welcome dinner and beyond. Thankfully, leaving out any details that a big brother would find unsavory and would absolutely make Lou turn purple.
Debbie was practically shaking by the time they were done, and wordlessly, Lou swept her closer, letting her rest her head on Lou’s shoulder as Lou traced circles with her finger on the brunette’s slacks.
“You love her,” Danny spoke softly. It wasn’t a tease. In fact, it looked like awe and pride.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Debbie rolled her eyes. But her guard was down. Especially with Lou cradling her for support.
“Hold onto this one, Deb,” Danny smiled, his eyes traveling over to Lou. She supposed he wasn’t used to seeing Debbie this vulnerable or soft. “She’s good for you.”
“That’s the plan, Danny,” she sighed. “That’s why I need you. All the Claude bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about tenure or career or my courseload—“
“Debs,” Lou protested softly, but she waved the thought away.
“This is about her. Protecting her future,” Debbie whispered. “I love her.”
“I love you,” Debbie spoke turning to the blonde. “I hope you know I do. But as much as I love you and I love us, nothing is worth jeopardizing your future.”
Lou wanted to say that Debbie was her future. Because she was. But she also knew that both of them wanted her to keep pursuing her dreams. She knew Debbie wanted the world for her.
“Don’t even get me started about this Becker prick,” Danny grumbled. “I knew he was trouble from the start.”
“Well, what’s done is done,” Debbie hissed. “I hate that he’s a part of my history and that there’s only so much I can control in the present. But I’ll be damned if he destroys Lou’s future.”
#queue#blackacre13#ocean’s eight#oceans eight#oceans 8#ocean’s 8#Debbie ocean#Lou miller#Debbie x lou#Lou x debbie#Deb x lou#Lou x deb#Lou miller x debbie ocean#Debbie ocean x lou miller#Lou and debbie#Lou and deb#deb and Lou#Debbie and Lou#heist girlfriends#heist wives#Danny ocean#Rusty Ryan#Amita#o8 fanfic#o8 fanfiction#ocean’s eight fanfic#ocean’s eight fanfiction#ocean’s 8 fanfic#ocean’s 8 fanfiction#teacher/student
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i love silly funny movies i love silly funny movies i love silly funny movies i love silly funny movies
#agent shitpost#by silly funny movies i love i mean#the marvels#watching the detectives#what we do in the shadow#ocean’s eight
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yoga for free?? - tammy x reader
masterlist
headcanon this is based on
summary: your girlfriend always tries to get you to do yoga with her...how it took so much convincing, the world may never know.
includes: tammy x fem!reader, thoughts italicized, all in readers POV
warnings: none.
1,154 words
Y/N POV//
The view in the newly finished bonus room is immaculate. And no I'm not talking about the giant window.
"Are you doing push ups?"
Tammy's eyes stay closed, "No, this is the chaturanga," she presses up into a plank and shifts into upward facing dog, "Would you like to join me?"
"Mmm I don't know, the couch is calling my name."
"It'll be fun! Please? I have another mat." she sits up on her knees in anticipation.
I look down at my pajamas then at her outfit, "I should change."
"Really? Yay, okay, I have some stuff you can borrow in my top right drawer. Just help yourself, honey."
"I shall return."
Tam stands, "I'll get the other mat and some water."
"All set?" she tightens her ponytail.
"Yep."
"Okay, where to start?" one hand taps her chin as the other rests on her hip, sweatpants hanging low enough to reveal the waistband of spandex, "Stretching obviously."
Tammy leads me through a simple routine. Shoulder stretch, triceps, hamstring, and so on.
"We'll start easy. We'll do the first two warrior poses. Just a forward lunge and reach up," she demonstrates and looks my way once I follow, "perfect. Now shift into number two."
Instead of explaining it, Tammy faces me, guides my arms into a T position and turns my torso to open my hips.
With a hand still on my hip she uses the other to urge me downwards, "For triangle pose just tilt your upper body. Bring your right hand to your right ankle, keep your chest open as you look up at your left hand...mhm. You should feel a slight stretch right here." her fingertips circle my exposed side.
"I like your yogi voice." it’s all soft and soothing, slightly deeper than her speaking voice.
"Thank you, gorgeous. With your feet still flat, press your right hand into the floor. Let your right knee form a right angle, there you go, baby. Now reach and lift from your left heel up through your fingertips."
Her hand slides from my waist, down my left leg and slowly back up to adjust my left arm from pointing vertically to beside my head.
"Just like that...okay, you can stand back up. Hold your elbows and fold forward into rag doll, let your upper body hang. Just to loosen up some more before we do any floor poses."
I catch her take a sip of her water and shed her sweatpants, now displaying one of her many workout sets.
She offers me my water, "You know child pose, right?"
"Uh- like this?" after a sip, I kneel and curl into a ball.
Tammy smiles, "Spread your knees a little wider- good girl. Now let your belly rest between your thighs and rest your forehead on the mat."
"Where do I put my hands?"
"Relax your elbows and have your arms either out by your head, palms flat, or back towards your ankles, palms up."
I look towards my girl, "Hi."
"Hi," she turns her head my way, "You like this one?"
"Favorite so far."
Tammy rolls her eyes, "Time for cat and cow. On all fours."
"Oh me oh my."
"Knees at hip distance. Fingers spread evenly. Inhale and lift your tailbone to come into cow pose, eyes going up as you do. Then exhale and tuck your hips, back rounded, bring your chin towards your chest. Do that on every breath."
"What does this one do?"
"Helps with flexibility in the neck, shoulders, and spine," she takes a deep breath in, "Most of yoga does. It can also increase mobility, better your posture." she breathes out, "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Surprisingly, this is rather relaxing."
"Good. Before downward dog, let's do extended puppy."
"Exte-? Who names these?"
She settles back and twists side to side to crack her back, laughing as she's does, "The real names are in hindi, it's better to have weird english names than butcher a language."
"I see, so what is extended puppy?"
"I'll show you," Tammy shuffles to kneel beside my mat, "it's basically child pose but you keep your legs like cat and cow."
"Oh okay." I attempt the pose.
"There you go, baby. Forehead to the mat," she pats the back of my thigh, "keep your hips over your knees," her hand curves over my ass and pulls the waistband of my shorts up to position me as needed, "Right there...perfect."
Extended puppy must be hindi for face down ass up because what-
"Arms straight out, honey. Do you feel it right here?" she presses the pads of her fingers into my lower back before letting them trail down my spine.
"Now downward dog?" I press my palms into the floor and straighten my legs.
Tammy stands to adjust my form. She taps my ankle with her foot so I widen my stance, she stands between my open legs and I feel her body curve into mine when she leans over me to push my head down, "Eyes on your knees. You can bend your legs a bit if you need to, baby, but you're doing so well."
"Oouu I feel this one."
She gently massages the back of my thighs, "It targets your hamstrings, calves, and achilles' tendon. Which leg is more flexible? I think it's your right one."
"You probably know better than I do." I wiggle my hips side to side.
Tam drums on my butt, "If you lift a leg it's a three legged downward dog, wanna try?"
"Sure?"
"I'll brace you," she stands astride my left leg, hips pressed to my ass. One hand holding my waist and the other lifting my leg as far as it'll go, "can you take a little more?"
"Good lord, Tam-Tam, tell me they don't do this in your class!"
"No," she laughs lowly, "I'm more of a hands on teacher, with you at least."
"I hope so. This is like advanced scissoring right here and you're doing it for free." I sigh in relief when she lowers my leg.
"Stop seducing me and do upward facing dog,"
"I'm seducing you?!"
"Honey," she pushes my butt down, "Bring your arms perpendicular to the mat, fingers spread. Shoulders away from your ears and down to open your chest...neck elongated."
Her hands pull my hair back, down to my hips, and around to the front of my thighs.
"Your knees and hips should be lifted, only the tops of your feet should be on the mat."
"Not that I'm complaining but we didn't have to do yoga for you to feel me up."
"I know but isn't this fun?" she lays her body over mine, "You look adorable in my clothes and you're doing so well..." her lips graze my cheek before she trails butterfly kisses along my shoulder.
I turn my head, silently requesting a kiss.
She obliges, "Mhm...namaste."
"Namaste."
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS CATE BLANCHETT
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