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gena-rowlands · 1 year

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⎯ ANNE HATHAWAY Ocean's 8 (2018)

#anne hathaway #ocean’s 8 #films #jeansgifs

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invisible-pink-toast · 6 months

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Top 20 Romantic/Comedies where the girls should’ve ended up together

20. Mean Girls - Janis and Cady

19. The Breakfast Club - Allison and Claire

18. Bring It On - Missy and Torrance

17. Whip It - Pash and Bliss

(if Bliss comes out as trans after the film like Elliot Page did, then these two will still be one badass queer couple!)

16. The Wedding Planner - Mary and Fran

15. Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe

(would probably be higher up on the list if i wasn’t bitter)

14. Princess Protection Program - Rosalinda and Carter

13. Clueless - Cher, Tai and Dionne

12. Legally Blonde - Vivian and Elle

11. Frances Ha - Sophie and Frances

10. Stuck in the Suburbs - Brittany and Natasha

9. John Tucker Must Die - Carrie, Beth, Heather and Kate

8. Ocean’s 8 - Debbie and Lou

7. Calamity Jane - Katie and Calamity

6. Bring It On: All or Nothing - Britney and Camille

5. Ice Princess - Casey and Gen

4. She’s the Man - Viola and Olivia

3. Almost Adults - Mackenzie and Cassie

2. Miss Congeniality - Cheryl and Gracie

1. Bend it like Beckham - Jess and Jules

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haveyouseenthismovie-poll · 2 months

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#movies #polls #ocean’s eight #oceans eight #ocean’s 8 #oceans 8 #gary ross #2010s movies #sandra bullock #cate blanchett #requested #have you seen this movie poll

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dykebarbie · 9 months

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debbie’s outfit at the end of ocean’s 8 mirroring danny’s outfit when he gets out of jail in ocean’s 11…. shaking sobbing crying etc

#ending the movie in the same outfit…. beautiful #meant to make this post months ago and was just too late to find pictures #a sydney original #ocean’s eleven #ocean’s 11 #danny ocean #debbie ocean #ocean’s 8

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salvatorelizzie · 7 months

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no i’ve never seen the original ocean’s movies. did watch the lesbian milf version though. great film.

#i believe it was a detrimental part of my lesbian shaping #peak cinema #peak milfism #ocean’s 8 #cate blanchett #sandra bullock

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hamletthedane · 2 months

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the inherent gay eroticism of a good heist film

#why yes I am watching Oceans 8 #who made this. why is it Like This.#no this queercoding is not load-bearing for the plot but yes we spent roughly 48% of the screentime on it. What of it.#films #Ocean’s 8

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seaoflittlefires · 10 months

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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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hellieswifey · 2 months

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"I watch ocean’s 8 for the plot"

The plot:

#ocean’s 8 #cate blanchett #helena bonham carter #loubbie #rophnee #wlw #wlw ships #anne hathaway #sandra bullock

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blackacre13 · 11 months

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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.”

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starringsweetdee · 1 month

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brunette + blonde = 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

twin peaks: fire walk with me / carol / the right temptation / gentlemen prefer blondes / i know what you did last summer / girl, interrupted / scream / ocean’s 8 / a simple favor / american beauty.

#wlw #‘blondes have more fun’ no actually blondes help their anxious brunette gfs have fun #laura and donna actually break my heart :(#twin peaks: fire walk with me #carol #the right temptation #gentlemen prefer blondes #i know what you did last summer #girl interrupted #scream #ocean’s 8 #a simple favor #american beauty #mine**#parallels #web weaving

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ciggrtte · 7 months

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