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not gonna lie i miss daphne
like this & i’ll send you some memes!
ok but if i reboot my blog and i don't get rose kissing daphne i will sue everyone
i really need to rewatch O8 how mad would people be if i just started a meme call again and then went for some ... canon quotes like the trash i am
it’s worth $150 million, actually. independent daphne kluger from ocean’s 8.
what if i brought this blog back mmm
i.... miss.... daphne........
full offense but rose and daphne are lesbians
fashionwept:
“ believe me, you look stunning ” insecurities something she herself had dealt with a lot but the other woman wouldn’t admit that it was one of her few fears. Being imperfect. She had seen many women like Daphne in her days, women who tried to force on a smile and make everything seem perfect. Deep down she understood them too, she had been there once.
a sigh passed her lips, gently smoothing down the pink fabric before glancing at her through the mirror. This was possibly the best dress she had created in a while. In a way, she was rather proud of that. “ Are you ready, the night of your life ”
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there was so much riding on this night; she had to be perfect. she had to look perfect, behave perfect, become perfect. it was an impossible standard to maintain, something that daphne tried constantly to keep herself on. the met gala was the biggest of parties, celebrations. anyone who was anyone would be there. eyes would be on her. eyes would be on the necklace around her neck; the target of the entire night, and daphne had to act like a naïve, clueless girl.
“you think?” she asks before she can think twice, although a smile starts to curl up the corners of her mouth. the start of confidence starting to shine through, despite the vulnerability in the words. her back straightens, she breathes. she feels like a star. she is a star. “looking like this? how could inot be?”
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it’s worth $150 million, actually. independent daphne kluger from ocean’s 8.
“You have no fucking idea.”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“What the fuck?”
“How the fuck?”
“What the fucking hell?”
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Why the fuck are you still here?”
“How the fuck did you do that?”
“You’re fucking unbelievable.”
“I think we should fuck.”
“You really wanna fuck with me?”
“Watch what you’re fucking doing.”
“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?”
“What the fuck are you watching?”
“Where the fuck are we?”
“How the fuck do we end this?”
“Where the fuck do you turn it on?”
“Have you seen this fucking thing?”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
“What a fucking surprise.”
“You fucking well know what you did.”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Quit fucking bragging.”
“Are you here to fucking brag?”
“I said fucking LEAVE.”
“I heard they fucked your best friend.”
“You know how this fucking movie ends?”
“You know where the fuck i’ll be.”
“Don’t fucking come back until you’re sober.”
“Don’t talk to your fucking mom like that.”
“You’re lucky they’re fucking dead.”
“They fucking hated you.”
“They fucking loved you.”
“We all fucking burn in the end.”
“Time to atone for your fucking sins.”
“When was the last time you left the fucking house?”
“What did you fucking take?”
“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”
“They’re fucking dead.”
“Who the fuck did you ask out?”
“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.”
“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.”
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
“You fucking well know why that happened.”
“Don’t fucking call me again.”
“They say heartbreak really fucks with you.”
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“I don’t think you’re an idiot, Daphne,” It’s said with such relish it’s almost joyous. No, Daphne, she doesn’t think you’re an idiot at all, and that’s the wonderful thing. She thinks you’re a precious fucking genius, and she thinks she’d love to have you onboard. Which is why in spite of herself Debbie’s smiling. Because the game? Wow, the game’s spectacular when it throws you a couple turns. And this turn, right here? This twist? Daphne, what a beautiful little swerve. What a gorgeous complication seeing around the labyrinth’s corner. Daphne’s got her, too, and it’s possible she knows it. Not captivated, but interested. “Stop making threats,” Debbie says it passively, and it’s more advice than a threat, itself, “You sound amateurish at it. Like you’re trying to hide an ace from me. And I know you aren’t, you don’t have any aces yet. And you can quit it, anyway. You’re in. I ran it by Lou, and we both agree you deserve a place.” A hand’s held out– expectant. Shake on it. “Welcome to the team.”
Despite herself, Daphne does believe the other woman’s words. Wonders whether she had figured out that Daphne might be on to them before, or if she had thrown a spanner in the works. Either way, Daphne can’t say that she cares as much as perhaps she should. They’ve been smart so far, unnoticed by anyone other than herself. The security guards hadn’t realised why Rose had asked about the lock, hadn’t twigged that it could be because she wanted to unlock it herself. She was too high-profile. Too important in the world of fashion for it to be expected that she would turn to crime. “It isn’t a threat when it’s true,” she answers, simple and to the point. “If you were to go with anyone else, someone that didn’t know… they would be a mess. Far too many of these socialites that will be in attendance don’t know how to act; their films sell because men want to see if they’re topless, not for their acting skills. I don’t know if that’s an ace, but it is still best for everyone,” Lips curl into the start of a smile. “Good. I figured out some from Rose—another bad liar, but I’m curious as to what else you have planned.” She leans forward, hand taken into her own. A bit of a cliché, isn’t it?
facadetorn:
oh no — rose hadn’t been prepared for so many questions ! lou and debbie , her saviors and masterminds of the plot , had coached her on what to say if daphne ever questioned her desire to have the toussaint . ‘ play to her vanity ’ they had said ‘ tell her she’s the most beautiful woman in the world , if you have to , that no other woman would be able to pull off such an expensive beautiful piece of jewelry . ’ and that’s what rose is trying ( and failing ) to do . she has never been a great actress , and incidentally , has always been a horrid liar .
always quick to panic , rose nearly stutters through her words , mind moving quicker than her mouth to come up with something that would appease daphne . “ oh er , i wouldn’t think so . cartier’s security is very ,, skilled — or so i’ve heard . i’m sure they won’t be hovering around you . i could even check , if that would make you happy . ”
she’s a terrible liar. perhaps one of the worst that she has ever seen before in her life – and given daphne’s line of work, that was saying something. she decided not to dwell on the fact, let it show in her face what thoughts flit through her mind. unlike the other, daphneis a good actress. a good liar. able to figure it out far quicker than anyone else would have realised. has played the part of the dumb socialite for far too long to feel comfortable filling any other role around other people.
“you could?” she asks, eyes wide, lips parted. she tilts her head to the side for a moment, squints. acts as though she truly has to think about it – she’s interested in what this entire charade is, regardless of what the cause of it all is. daphne isn’t going to admit it any time soon, though. quite the opposite. that doesn’t stop her from wanting to go along for the ride. “i think… if you could,” she finally speaks, delayed. “that would make me happier.”
someone flirt with daphne
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