[materialwoman]

     *     𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒   &   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒   ,        —       MATERIALWOMAN    ,    an independent    ·    private    ·    headcanon   based   tammy  sinclair   from   ocean’s  eight   (   twenty  -  eighteen   )   ,     as   written   and   adored   by   isa .    est  :   twenty  -  eighteen .   previously   under   the   cover   of   fencetm  .   

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[materialwoman]

@materialwoman hi

[archivedvqndekamp]

@materialwoman  get ur  leo  ass  back  on  this  hell - site  and  love  me.                                                      this  is  a  threat.

[materialwoman]

who,  me???? 😌😌😌😌

[shewalked]

yes,  i  did                                             i  spent  a  lot  of  time  with  you  thinking  i  was  second  best,  but  you  know  what  ?                                             i  am  good.

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[materialwoman]

hello  my  beloveds ...   yes  i  am  alive ...  i’ve  been  working  &  watching  bll  for  the  last  days  so  that’s  why  i’ve  been  very  ( elevator  music )  around  here .   how  are  you  doing ??  all  good ??

[materialwoman]

the ocean's ladies after tammy does most of the heist and decides to go back home

[catgirlapologist]

💞💞💞               HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY DAY                 💞💞💞

[materialwoman]

  𝐈 .       ♡        ﹐         @laywomen​​     :        SURPRISE    ﹐       ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ   .

                     ❪           send    an    unexpected    nsfw    image           ❫

that   notification   brings   no   surprise  ;         louisa   hayes   sent   you   an   image   file         ---      &      truth   be   told   ,      WHEN   DIDN’T   SHE   ?         those   days   were   long   between   their   tasks      ❪       lou   in   her   office   ,      tammy   at   home      ❫   ,      &   those   sweet   brief   exchanges   were   a   good   reminder   that   the   other   one   was   there   for   her.      they   were   good   friends,      that’s   what   they   were.      tamasin   couldn’t   help   but   see   in   those   thursday   nights   with   wine,      madonna      &      reality   tv   a   much   needed   refresher   from   her   every   day   life.      so   when   she’s   notified   of   yet   another   message,      an   eager   smile   graces   her   features.      UNLOCKS   HER   PHONE   with   the   expectation   of   a   wholesome   image      ❪       perhaps   the   girls   nicely   posing      on   a   day   out,      or   even   the   cat   creating   some   chaos   around   the   house      ❫         ---      &      for   one,      tammy   suspects   expectations   are   the   ones   to   blame   for   such   mortifying   surprise.

 it   was   no   cat   ,      no   girls   hanging   out   at   the   park.      it   was   louisa,      &      much   more   of   her   skin   than   tamasin   had   ever   seen,      in   a   way   she   takes   a   few   rather   long   moments   to   process.      screen   is   INSTANTLY   LOCKED       ❪      air   stuck   on   her   throat,      coughing   her   own   embarassment   away   as   a   blush   boils   up   her   features     ❫   .         takes   more   than   she’d   like   to   admit   to   brush   off   the   mistake      &      look   at   her   phone   again,      teeth   sunk   into   her   lower   lip,      torn   between   the   BURST   OF   LAUGHTER   she   still   fights   off      &      the   way   her   heart   dropped   to   her   stomach   for   a   split   second   just   then.      types   and   deletes   a   few   times,      ultimately   sticking   to   the   best   attempt   at   humour   she   manages   to   take   a   shot   at,

   💌      ⤏     louisa  hayes  ﹐  Oh,  Lou.  Just  when  I  thought   I   should   be  flattered?

❪       a   giggle   to   herself,      hand   momentarily   covering   her   own   face,      arched   eyebrows   SCULPTING   FEATURES   into   an   embarrassed   mask       ❫

  💌      ⤏     louisa  hayes  ﹐  Careful  with  that.  Who  knows  who  might  be  getting  these  next  time?!!!  😲🤭

[fashion-runways]

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[materialwoman]

  𝐈 .          ♡        ﹐         dralanabloom     :      ALANA    BLOOM   .​

𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉. mind you, she wasn’t laughing at tammy, no, not at all. she was just laughing because she could relate to what the other was saying. when she came to the island, she felt the exact same way. she felt as though she was intruding on this precious grecian way of life & invading their space ( despite the fact that this is indeed a tourist site )——until finally alana realized that it was the opposite of what she thought. they wanted people to join them in their way of life ! to live each day without a care in the world ! to celebrate everything and to love often. it was something that in every day life people often forgot, and it was incredibly unfortunate. 

alana smiles up at tammy and nods her head. ‘ i felt that way when i first got here too. i almost felt like i was…..invading even though i was paying to stay here ! ’ she laughs. ‘ but truth be told, they want us to embrace their culture and way of life and join them. totally not as cult-like as i made that sound, ’ she pauses, laughs again. oh god, this poor woman probably thought she was a drunken mess ! ‘ but they just want to remind everyone from the outside to live life a little more care-free. ’ she grins. ‘ and even sometimes when people come here to do that————-we forget to enjoy ourselves. ’

alana got up and walked over to the bar. she didn’t ask tammy what she liked or what she might want, because there was this drink that they had on special that alana had been drinking all day, and found it to be delightful. she set it in front of her new friend and told her to tell her if she didn’t like it. but bet her that she would.  ‘ everyone is going. including you. ’ alana smiles at her, sitting down again and taking a sip of her own drink. ‘ we’ll get you into something like this, ’ she gestures at her dress. ‘ and we’ll celebrate their love ! ’  she laughs. 

‘ that’s all i’ve heard talk of since i got here, honestly. ’ she tells tammy. ‘ love. i guess living in and being around aphrodite’s fountain works. everyone believes in love here. ’

❝        i   hate   to   say   this   ,      but   that   sounds   like   a   cult   i   wouldn’t   mind   joining   .         ❞         humour   drips   from   her   words,      a   feeling   that   could   only   ever   be   described   as   the   wholesomeness   of   that   sunset   filling   every   fiber   of   her   chest.      how   could   you   not   want   to   fall   in   love   in   there?      perhaps   aphrodite   was   to   blame,      or   maybe   even   that   dream   -   like   landscape.      perhaps,      &       precisely   where   tamasin   would   place   her   bets,      it   was   the   people.      she   had   a   passion   for   the   city,      that   much   was   truth   :      but   how   tempting   it   was   to   breathe   in   that   air   and   imagine   a   life   where   that   could   be   her   everyday.      oh,      no,      it   wouldn’t   last.      NOT   FOR   HER.      tammy   could   schedule   every   upcoming   vacation   to   be   spent   in   that   paradise      --      but   returning   to   her   nerve   wrecking   day   -   to   -   day   in   the   city   was   completely   mandatory.      FOR   THAT,      tammy   had   decided   to   properly   enjoy   her   moments   in   the   island.

                      ❝         oh   !      including   me   ?!         ❞         laughter   comes   loud,      bubbly,      lips   sinking   into   the   straw   of   her   summer   beverage   as   she   gives   alana   what   borders   a   teasing   glare.         ❝         well   ,      i   suppose   i   could   make   a   little   time   on   my   SCHEDULE   for   that   ...         ❞         &      that   beautiful,      flowery   prada   dress   she   insisted   to   bring   with   herself   requested   a   proper   opportunity   to   be   displayed   around   the   island.         ❝         i   think   i   have   something   like   that   just   dying   to   be   worn   on   my   bag   ,      y’know   .      sounds   like   a   really   good   opportunity   .         ❞         excitement   fills   her   frame   already,      A   BUZZING   SENSATION   that   travels   from   limb   to   limb   and   clenches   around   the   pit   of   her   stomach.

❝         they   really   do   ,      huh   ?         it’s   ...      inspiring   ,      i   think   .      they   all   seem   happier   than   the   people   where   i   come   from   ;      they   believe   in   papers   more   than   in   love   itself   .         ❞         A   SOFT   SHRUG,      glaring   around      &      observing   as   some   of   the   tables   already   started   to   get   their   center   pieces   for   the   party   later   on.         ❝         are   we   --      are   we   supposed   to   be   here   still   ?         i   swear   ,      that   old   lady   has   been   giving   me   some   warning   looks   for   some   time   now   .         ❞

[tammysinclair]

                    tammy    sinclair    +    abba   songs     (    1   /    ?    )

[alyafae-a]

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[tammysinclair]

                    tammy    sinclair    +    abba   songs     (    1   /    ?    )

[materialwoman]

so  i  decided  to  be  consistent  and  make  a  tammy  +  abba  songs  and  i  came  up  with  a  new  format  for  it  and  now  i’m  kind  of ...  a  little  bit ...  obsessed  maybe ...

[materialwoman]

  𝐈 .          ♡        ﹐         empaethies     :      CLAUDETTE    MOREL   .

            ❝     it’s u-u-understandable , that m-man is disturbing   .  i t-think he huffs that s-stuff     ❞    she never found comfort in judging others . thought her tone is light and comforting , there is fear in her own voice . there is always memory of the knife and the death that follows it . claudette’s brain settles into something akin to familiarity . untangle lines , strip the wires , pair , and repeat . the knowledge that she never knew that settles in her brain like mist .  𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈  , to find something so familiar in all this gruesomeness . she knows that she shouldn’t settle ,  apathy   has   no home   under   skin . 

         ❝     we should work on c-center gen next . i b-believe he’s s-still on meg   .     ❞

            ❝            i   really   wouldn’t   doubt   that   ;        the   man   is   seriously   a   freak   .           ❞           she   holds   no   grudges   ,      or   at   least   never   did.      not   previously   to   that   place.      how   could   tamasin   not   hold   onto   her   sorrows   when   those   memories   came   back   to   mind      (      the   blood   splatters   ,      THE   SCREAMS   ,      the   way   she   held   onto   humanity   almost   as   if   every   time   was   the   very   last      )      ?         when   there   was   that   laughter,      preying   in   the   distance,      following   their   steps,      butchering   them   at   every   given   chance   ?      no,      she   held   to   her   grudges   on   that   man   alright.           ❝           i’m   pretty   sure   he   is   .      she’s   been   running   him   for   ages   now   ,           ❞           a   quiet   smile   appears   upon   features,      NEARLY   PROUD,      nearly   hopeful.      it   settles   onto   a   quieter   shape   soon   enough,      &      by   the   time   the   lights   above   their   heads   ignite,      tammy   takes   a   moment   to   disclose   in   a   whisper,           ❝            i   dropped   my   key   when   he  slashed   at   me  . . .     if   we   find   it ,   we  should   --   TRY  &   GO   FOR   IT  .    or   you   and   meg   should  .   i’m   pretty  sure   i   can’t   take   another   hook .              ❞

[glowdetails]

skirt details, giambattista valli fall 2021

[materialwoman]

  𝐈 .          ♡        ﹐         viividpurity​     :      GWENDOLYN   MCALLISTER  .

she  has  a  feeling  they  aren’t  going  to  leave  the  bed  anytime  soon.  whether  it  be  because  of  some  physical  activity  or  simply  because  they  lie  in  each  other’s  arms,  sharing  even  more  confessions  of  their  love.  gwendolyn  cannot  say  she  would  mind  either.  in  fact,  it  sounds  too  heavenly  to  be  true;  could  this  have  been  just  another  dream?  another  night  of  her  thinking  about  her  beloved  tamasin?  the  feeling  of  her  skin  beneath  her  fingertips  tells  her  this  is  real.  and  nothing  will  ever  feel  more  real  than  this.  how  lucky  she  was,  to  have  found  something  so  real  so  late  in  her  life.  something  so  true.        ❝  you  and  me  both,  darling.  ❞        deft  fingers  run  through  blonde  locks  and  cup  the  other’s  delicate  cheek  before  leaning  in  and  claiming  her  lips  in  yet  another  sweet  kiss.  oh,  she  cannot  get  enough!

❝  i  need  to  thank  you  too,  tammy.  for  loving  me  the  way  i  am.  you  are  so  magnificent,  an  angel  on  earth  if  you  believe  in  such  things.  ❞        she  doesn’t,  and  yet  she  is  sure  if  such  things  exist,  heaven  and  hell,  angels,  then  tammy  has  to  be  one.  her  angel,  if  nothing  else.  gently  does  she  push  the  other  by  the  shoulder  now,  rolling  her  over  to  her  back  so  she  can  hover  over  her;  gently  pressing  herself  against  her.  how  her  skin  tingles  wherever  it  touches  hers.      ❝  i  am  so  glad  i  was  brave  enough  to  approach  you.  ❞        tenderly  does  she  take  one  of  tammy’s  hands  in  hers  now,  interlacing  their  fingers.  a  delicate  embrace.  it  isn’t  hard  to  tell  that  tammy  carries  the  same  love  in  her  heart  as  gwendolyn  does,  though  can  this  be  true  when  gwendolyn  is  sure  her  love  only  grows  each  time  she  as  much  as  looks  at  tamasin?

  she  has  to  believe  it.        ❝  i  would  choose  you  again  and  again.  you  will  never  experience  a  day  without  feeling  as  loved  as  you  do  now,  i  promise.  ❞        isn’t  that  the  easiest  thing  to  promise?  if  it  was  easy  to  promise  her  love  to  a  lavender  marriage,  then  promising  it  to  something  real  must  be  the  most  simple  thing  in  the  world.  oh,  if  only  trevor  knew  how  loved  she  is  now.  they  will  see  each  other  again  and  on  that  day  she  will  introduce  the  love  of  her  life  to  the  man  who  has  been  her  best  friend  for  most  of  her  life.  it  makes  sense;  he  is  her  family  after  all.        ❝  would  you  stay  here  with  me  if  i  asked  you  to?  just  some  longer.  be  mine  and  mine  alone  for  just  a  few  more  hours.  life  can  wait  for  its  turn  a  little  longer.  ❞        as  if  she  needs  to  convince  her  some  more,  gwendolyn  kisses  along  her  shoulder,  up  her  neck.  her  intentions  are  innocent,  her  longing  childish  yet  so  mature.    stay  with  me,  angel,  in  the  heaven  we  create;    she  thinks  with  a  smirk.

❝         oh   .      an   angel   ,      now   . . .         ❞         she’s   delighted   by   that   thought      (      golden   locks   sprawled   over   the   pillows   ,      SUNLIGHT   KISSED   skin   shining   against   the   woman’s      )   ,      &    a   delicious   laugh   escapes   from   her   lips   as   eyes   rest   closed.         that   vision   was   very   much   of   an   angel,      indeed.      &     tamasin   loved   the   spoiling   of   it   all,      too      --      the   being   kept   in   bed   under   her   lover’s   grasp,      convinced   to   STAY   IN   LATER,      leave   the   bakery   closed   for   just   a   little   longer.      it   was   a   saturday,      anyway      (      kids   away   with   their   father      )      ,         &      nothing   in   the   world   seemed   more   worthy   of   her   attention   than   the   woman   she   shared   her   bed   with.      HER   BED,      her   life      &      heart.      

         something   about   gwen’s   remark   stings   on   her   chest   a   little;      how   could   tamasin   not   love   her   a   whole?      adore   her   fully,      SURRENDER   TO   HER   LOVE,      embrace   all   of   her   parts?      god,      that   woman   had   her   heart.      she   claimed   it   the   day   they   met.      as   a   friend   was   the   first   way   tammy   loved   her      (      a   confidant,      really,      in   her   presence   FINALLY   ALLOWED   to   be   her   truest   self      )   .      &    then   as   her   lover.      those   secret,      quiet   kisses   right   out   of   a   dream.      hand   cups   the   other’s   jaw,         ❝         you’re   perfect   the   way   you   are   ,      gwen   .      of   course   i   love   you   .         ❞      

❝         you   do   know   i   have   to   open   the   bakery   . . .         ❞         she’s   serious   on   her   statement,      severe   on   her   tease.      gives   gwendolyn   a   dubious   set   of   eyes,         begging   to   be   convinced   otherwise.      &      she   blossoms   to   the   other’s   kisses,      against   her   shoulders,      up   her   neck;      ticklish   against   a   spot   and   another   of   her   skin.         ❝         LET’S   SEE   . . .      how   nicely   will   you   ask   me   to   stay   ?         ❞         tammy   giggles,      teeth   digging   into   the   plump   of   her   lower   lip,      fingers   caressing   the   back   of   her   lover’s   head.         ❝         hmm   ?      it   has   to   be   reeeeally   worth   it   for   losing   a   day’s   work   ,      y’know   .         ❞         not   even   tamasin   had   a   way   believing   that      (      figure   nearly   quivering   in   anticipation   for   the   woman’s   touch,      features   softened   by   her   presence      )      .      TRUTH   BE   TOLD,      she   needed   no   convincing.      gwendolyn   had   her   for   the   rest   of   the   day.