Liability

Just Lou. No more, no less. If you were looking for less, sorry to disappoint. If you were looking for more, well, good luck.

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ℙ 𝕊 𝔸;;

  Hello, lovelies. I have decided to move Lou over to my indie page, HERE. This way I can still write and keep track of my replies with you, darlings. If I owe you/you’d like to write, just shoot me a message on that account. I look forward to it all. 

   Thank you. x

[mrgaretcarter]

“Oh, honey, is this a proposal?” “Baby, I don’t have a diamond yet.“

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@cant-prove-it

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cant-prove-it:

Debbie rolled her eyes at the woman’s comment on her glass, she took a sip of her own glass of whiskey. “I have a couple ideas actually, I’ve just got to decide which one I like best….mainly which one has less the risk but the most money.” She tapped her fingers on the glass liquor cabinet. “One of the jobs involves a trip to Paris, of course you know the Louvre Musem.” She cleared her throat “Danny had a few connections in the art market. If we could just figure out how to get in and out without getting caught red handed. This could be our last job.” She smirked at her last statement, she knew there would never be a last job at least until she was too old to be in the game.

She walked over to the couch taking a seat, she leaned back. “So what do you say to a trip to Paris?” She asked. “City of love.” She hummed taking another sip of her whiskey at the thought of Claude. “Tell me Lou, have you ever been in love?” She sat her whiskey glass down once finished with it.

 The Louvre. The way the accented museum title rolled romantically off of Debbie’s tongue made her fingers curl around her glass. “Mmmk.” Lou hummed giving off an unimpressed tone, but she was. The impressive mark was branded with a thrilling danger. The Louvre carried some of the most exquisite, artistic artifacts that changed history. Any con-artist would see impossibility and red flags clouding their sight.  “Not to be mother goose here, but what rational thought process made you decide we could do it clean?” The blond lifted the glass and took a drink of the sinful liquid Debbie had previously poured for her. The whiskey burned it’s path sliding down the woman’s throat. Sure, she was intrigued, but this was always how Debbie got her reeled in. “Last job my ass--,” the Aussie smirked. Lou murmured into her glass before taking another swig. She knew better than to be fooled by the brunette. “Well, hey, --might as well go out with a bang.” 

As she walked back over to her living area, she dismissed her seat beside Debbie and took a seat on the chair across.-the next question posed a brief hesitation in the woman’s breath. A trip to Paris wouldn’t be turned down. It gave the woman some excitement to know Debbie wanted to be worldly, rather than stick themselves in the fish bowl of New York cons. “The roads in the French Country side are breathtaking.” She couldn’t refuse going. Missing a chance to ride through would be out of character. “You’re so irritating.” Shaking her head, Lou fought against the smile that began to spread. “In love?” -she sheepishly hid a smirk, “I’ve never had my heartbroken, and that’s because I don’t put myself in silly situations.” Her tongue twisted the truth and lied with the spoken words. Sure, Lou had been in love, and she had her heartbroken. To admit such a thing to Debbie seemed difficult. Why? She knew why, but some things were just best to keep them to herself. What express her pretty lie was the eyes that lingers to Deb. “I’m the one who does all the heartbreaking, darling.” A cocky tone diffused her embarrassment, and distracted the truth.

[dearcateblanchett]

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cant-prove-it:

Debbie glanced up with a huff “This is not what I do all day, but there is a lot of planning that goes in this if we don’t want to get caught.” She bent the corner of the magazine down. “Unless you’d like to go back to selling watered down vodka.” She teased throwing the magazine on the coffee table in front of it. “I’d like a little more comfort in my bank account if that isn’t too much to ask, and well you know when I see a job I know I can run I have to do it. It’s in my blood.” She glanced to the picture of Danny that sat on the end table for moment

She ran her fingers through her brunette locks before she stood stretching, she walked over to the liquor cabinet grabbing two glasses. “Whiskey?” She asked grabbing the bottle of Dalmore unscrewing the top she poured each glass a third of a way full without an answer she handed the glass to Lou. “It’s not like we’re gonna pull another job anytime soon, anyways. We’ve gotta wait till things cool down and I come up with my masterplan for the next.” She took a small sip of the whiskey. “Where did you run off to today?” She asked taking her seat back on the couch.

   Lou found Debbie’s scoff all too pleasing. Her grin began to stretch out even wider along her features. Was it the wrong time? Even as a child, Lou had the habit of mischievously grinning at the wrong times. It usually led her to stand in the corner, what a painful punishment?--but the corner where she stood in her rebellious youth, is when her mind became full of plotted schemes. From stealing bubble gum to now crowned jewels, the con artist tapped her fingertips against Debbie’s shoulder. “Scooch.” Slipping from the woman's shoulder, the hand waved in the air announcing she wanted to sit beside her company. “Caught smaught, a word that won’t be in our category.” Her words weren’t of reassurance, but more so we better not get caught. There was a firm trust in the blonds eyes as she took a pausing moment to look at Deb before sitting beside her. 

  Some may say Lou was sitting far too close to the other woman. That there was plenty of furniture awaiting to be filled, not to mention the couch had plenty of room, but this was just how the pair were. “Watered down vodka is a smart business move.” She defended. “Jeesh, jail made you greedy.” Eyes rolled, but her lips were playful with a small chuckle. “So,” back to business. “What do your con-artistry hands have in mind? You know I get intrigued.--jail didn’t make you comfortable enough? --and here I thought those orange jumpsuits were comfortable and fashionably affordable.” The sarcasm was apparent. Truth be told, Lou hated the remembering thought of Deb sitting behind bars. She never doubted the woman couldn’t handle her own no matter the circumstances, but caring for someone didn’t allow the idea to rest. 

   “Ooof.--” Lou groaned in a short lived pout as her partner stood up. “I just sat down...” She huffed. The whine was instantly cleared at the mention of whiskey. “I thought you’d never ask.” It was her way of saying, please and thank you. It was an admirable feature about Debbie, how she was so articulate in everything she had conjuring in her mind. Why did she have to let some man fog her mind? What name was Claude anyway?? Lou was mentally gagging. “--oh--” coming out of her own thoughts. “I went to check on some things at the club. Inventory run.” Bluntly, “--but i mostly went out to fetch some food. --why do I find grocery shopping so...awful?--annd now you’re going to ask me why I have no groceries, because traffic is a bust. Frustrated me couldn’t handle it...and now here we are.” A shrug, then a smile, she stood up and walked over to Debbie to claim her glass of whiskey. “Rather full isn’t it?--” It was always an aim to toy with the woman. 

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   We’re almost there. -Those words were a threaded lie that parents fed to their children who were growing tired of long road trips. Her eyes could see the sigh rising in the child’s chest just before he puffed an impatient ball of air up to his blond bangs. “Me too, kid. Me tooo.” She muffled her words within her black matted helmet. Each vowel just ricocheted her heated breath back against her chin. Being distracted by the youth in the car beside her wasn’t an issue. Most days it would be typical to be concerned over your eyes leaving the road, but here they all were just stuck in traffic. As people sat in their cars dealing with their finicky children, business gossip on their phones, or pure rage for whatever was jamming the traffic, Lou narrowed her smokey eyes around her and tried to figure a way out. Swiveling her bike left would only take her on a route that would add ten minutes, but by the looks of going the other way it wasn’t getting any better. She needed to dodge out of the traffic not knowing how many sighs of her own before she fogged up her helmet. 

   Left it was. -and even with ten minutes added to her trip home, it was more satisfying to Lou rather to sit stalled in between vehicles. Her patience for people would have grown thin, like ice just awaiting to crack. “Traffic was a complete bust.” Long legs walked through the doors of her loft. She was now puffing air up, and rolling her eyes like the little boy in the car.. It was an open space now for the women of their previous heist, more importantly, Debbie. “Nothing like playing an excruciating game of stop, and go in the new york streets.” Helmet was tossed onto an old vintage chair, as she made her way over to Deb, her  fingers began to peel off her jacket revealing chic armani. “So, uhm, is this what you do all day? Sit and flip through gossip rag magazines to see who you can rob next?” Her dry humor made a small smirk appear within the shape of her lips. Lou had been thankful Debbie had been home, it was just the company she needed to pull her out of her riding frustration. 

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[1997hi]

[legitobsessedwitheverything-dea]

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sneakymicky:

      ‘‘I — this, you…’‘ she was unable to make up words as she spoke, the confusion that was going on inside her head all simply rolling off her tongue and she then laughed, closing her eyes, realizing how stupid she sounded. Licking her lips, she revealed blue orbs again and smirked, ‘‘more than like.’‘  There, that was better. Or, at least something. Shaking her head slightly at the compliment she received, she then moved a hand through her smooth hair, causing the strands to fall everywhere but properly onto her back. ‘‘You’re not the first to call me that,’‘ she was eager to reply – liking the word, liking any word that fell from Lou’s lips. Especially when they were directed to her. ‘‘Well – I can always work a double shift.. keep the club open longer than usual,’‘ Micky suggested, as this club made her feel more alive than anything else in life did. However she enjoyed hanging out with Veronica, it was the lifeliness of the club and the many strangers that she got surrounded by that made her forget about her past. That and the tips she received from men who thought they could play a number on her by giving her extra money. But she wasn’t as easily swept away as Jasper was. Especially not by men. Women were her thing. And that would never change. An unexpected squeal left her lips when she got the task to close the club, eyes lighting up like a christmas tree as her mind already drifted off to feeling the wind blow in her neck, making the chills run down her spine as she clung onto Lou. Immediately turning on her heel, she ran back inside, shouting, ‘‘— you’re the best!’‘

      As quickly as she was, she ran up to lock Lou’s office, the most important spot in the whole building, the front door and then the bar she had been busy at. To disconnect her phone, retrieve her jacket and pull the plug from the drain she had been soaking glasses in as she passed it in a hurry. Putting a quick pause to her music as she moved quickly to the back door, she then swiped every app away she had still opened and put the device away. Last but not least she made sure to double lock the back door and then stashed the keys back in her bra, the safest place to hide them if you asked her. ‘’All set, she then wrapped the jacket around her but didn’t close it. The temperature was too hot, a summer evening in New York provided enough heat for another few hours after the sun had set – which was still happening at this hour. ‘’You proud of me, Lou?’’ she needed to hear it, maybe asking a bit too much, but it had been a while since she had seen her. ‘’Alright, I’m ready. Show off that bike of yours, it’ll give me something to brag about on social media.’’ Micky teased, her fingers running along the smooth surface of the beautiful bike her boss owned.

  “Took you long enough.” It was harmlessly spoken in a snide remark. Lou’s legs were long, straddling her polished bike in an effortless pose. God, there had been too many double takes at the photographs in magazines at the pristine motor bike. Countless times of flipping back to the photographs had left the corners of the magazine pages worn with the woman’s finger prints. She had only ever longed with imagination of the purr the engine would create once started. Oh, --and wasn’t it better than imagined...Lou turned the key, the purr was there. It was just hidden beneath a muffled stealth warning. “--and now you’re going to have me wait..my time is precious.” It was a dry humor. A humor that most people didn’t become offended by, even when Lou was walking on a more rational line of life. She was sarcastic on just the right note, some even found it to be flirtatious. It was all apart of her enigma. 

   “Here.” Directing her helmet out to Micky, Lou wrapped her fingers around the handlebars hoping her position would translate for the girl to get on the bike. It had been a pattern of the past. It’s continuity of them riding along the night together had cracked somewhere along the journey. Lou blamed herself knowing it was factual that if she had simply come around more often they wouldn’t have been road blocked. Something in her eyes looked at the younger woman almost in a plead, -can we just pick off where we left?- “Come here.” More gentle, Lou scooted just enough. An eagerness chilled her spine and that’s when her foot disregarded the clutch and began to let out the clutch. As they began to roll forward, a gentle hand moved over to Mickey’s arms around her and clutched them tighter against her chest. There was a habit of care for the woman that straddled behind her. It hadn’t needed to be often voiced, but there was a lot that Lou noticed Micky did. Actions that were taken without being asked, and the Aussie was forever grateful for her existence. It was moments of appreciation that led Lou to believe in something irrational such as fate. Keeping her eyes forward, the beaming light illuminated their way. Lou rolled her eyes feeling suppressed by the streets of New York not being long as her worldly hunger craved for- but the nostalgia of it all, riding in the city night was more than fulfilling for her. As they rolled by cars, and pedestrians of the late night/early morning, Lou’s mind began to melt in the idea of serenity. This was it, this was her peace. 

[lordofseagulls]

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tammymyr:

Tammy laughed at the question. The truth of the matter was, she loved her kids but they did make her soft. She knew it, and accepted it. The space away from them, knowing her husband had all of that handled, was the best thing that ever happened to her. She almost dreaded the thought of going back, as terrible as that was. “Among a lot of other things I’m sure you do not want to hear about,” she replied with a smile. She laughed at the other one’s reaction to the dress. 

“Absolutely not.” Tammy shook her head no dramatically, even though she was still smiling. She took a look at the red body-con dress one more time. Her eyebrows raised at Lou, almost in disbelief. “I am not the size that is supposed to go in that. Plus, I wouldn’t be caught dead in it.” she took it out of the blonde’s hands and put it back on the rack again. 

 Lou was finding Tammy’s lack of confidence encouraging. It was a pick me up to her demeanor that had been falling flat. It was hard to imagine one losing confidence simply because they had grown in age. Hell, Lou had been forty-five years on this earth and still felt every day that she looked damn good in whatever tickled her fancy. At the thought, Lou smoothed her fingers over her lapel and straightened her glitzy silver armani blazer. “You couldn’t possibly think that girl scouts, and lunch packaging for elementary kids could possibly bore me. --Not even a fight over which mum’ babbled over who was bringing what snack for soccer.” It wasn’t the full truth. Her words leaked a humorous sarcasm. Lou found it frivolous to argue over such acute topics. (Then again, it was hard to imagine such a life she didn’t live.-even as a con-artist.)

“Well,---” The noise that the arch of the metal hanger made when rejected back to it’s formal place triggered a displeasing sigh. “That’s not where that fitting dress belongs.” Shifting her eyes back to Tammy, Lou retrieved the dress and stuck it back out to the woman. “It’s hot.” Said simply. “Try it. I won’t take no for an answer.” Brushing past Tammy, the woman opened the fitting room and set the dress on the hook. “You will always wonder if you don’t. --so go on..” Stepping out of the way Lou slipped a magazine from the coffee table to her hand. They probably sat there mostly for decoration, or bored men awaiting for their trophy wives to show them their figures in such designs. “I’ll wait, don’t worry.” She slipped one last grin along her features before hoping Tammy would give in and try it on. In the end, Lou just quietly hoped their outing would gain the mother some self-confidence. Tammy was beautiful, and it was such a shame she somehow forgot that along the days of her passing life. 

[specialcreamycama]

Cate Blanchett as Lou Miller in Ocean’s 8

[greatcateblanchett]

Be FF

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Lou Miller: Playlist 2

         C o l o r  Me  I m p r e s s e d  / /  ;; ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉?

 Ｔｒａｃｋｌｉｓｔ: 01: Sir Sly- High. 02: Fitz and the Tantrums- Out of My League. 03: Foster The People- Sit Next to Me. 04: Tame Impala- New Person, Same Old Mistakes . 05: Alt J- Breezeblocks. 06: Flume & Chet Faker-Drop The Game. 07: Glass Animals- Life Itself. 08: Miike Snow- Genghis Khan. 09:Passion Pit- Carried Away. 10: Maggie Rogers- On + Off. 11: Tessa Violet- Crush. 12: Ghosted- Get Some. 13: MØ & Snakehips- Don’t Leave. 14: The 1975- Love Me. 15: Fickle Friends- Swim 16: LANY- ILYB. 17: Verite- When You’re Gone. 18: Wallows-Pictures of Girls.19: Twenty Øne PilØts  - Doubt 20: Saint Motel- Move 21: Two Door Cinema Club- Are We Ready? 22: Phoenix- 1901 23: Ra Ra Riot- Water 24: Capital Cities- Safe & Sound 25: Matt & Kim- Let’s Go 26: Naked & Famous- Young Blood 27: Leon- For You 28: BØrns- Seeing Stars 29: The Aces- Stuck 30: Phantogram- You’re Mine

Listen //

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skillcdhands:

         As silence had taken over their conversation, Rose’s eyes wandered off to the world that played outside. All the people passing by the cafe, living their own lives. Sometimes she wondered what her own life would be like if she had never become a fashion designer, but something entirely else. She would have no idea what she would be. Not even after all those years. There had been times she had thought of a career change, but her heart hadn’t been in it like it was and still is in fashion design. She liked sorting parts and pieces of fabric together way too much – making an entire new piece of fabric altogether. Making it look like clothing that would be exclusive for one person only. 

        Just like the biker jacket she had given her dear friend that sat across from her, hazel eyes landed upon her now. The way she was focused on something else grabbed Rose’s attention. It made her look to the scene that was happening - now understanding what had intrigued Lou so much. Slender fingers hovering over the cup that was half full, half empty, she hadn’t touched her coffee for a few minutes anymore. The others resting on her cheekbone, she swallowed before she decided upon an answer, clearly having needed another moment. ‘’Are – are you sure that’d be a wise plan, Lou?’’ her voice rasped, the caffeine not even having kicked in yet in the early morning. ‘’I don’t like to see you get hurt over that doll who seems basically plastered to Ken..’’

   “It’s going to get cold you know..” Lou butted the others addition to the topic of interest. “Your coffee.” repeated, this time with a subtle gesture towards the mugged liquid. “Ohhh, come on..” the woman almost snickered jumping back onto the traffic of her previous pulled attention. “Don’t be so....” pale eyes looked up towards the ceiling of the restaurant as her mind fiddled for the inevitable, “Me.” She meant, rational, advert from any personal dramatics. Rose was more than right to stay out of such a quarrel. What had gotten into Lou where meddling into teen angst seemed so appealing. It was more so the challenge that seemed intriguing, none of the rest mattered. 

“Thanks.” Dryly the word fell from her lips that wound into a smirk. “We all know the true ending to Barbie’s happily ever after. ---why do you think Ken has no man parts, hm?” Leaning over, Lou curled two fingers against Rose’s coffee mug. Displeased with the temperature, the woman kindly grabbed the waitress’ attention to refill the designers cup. Then was her opportunity when she indulged. Lou tipped her jaw upwards to the young waitress. All the while her finger ran along her jawline, Lou voiced a concern to the fighting couple in the corner. After the girl walked away, the Aussie turned her chin amusingly towards Rose. “A little attention towards them never hurt anyone....---bugger, maybe i’ve had too much caffeine today...--or boredom is swallowing me whole.” She found her little endeavour distasteful. Here, she left her zoo-turned loft full of criminal women to get away, to seek out some peace, and now she was praying for something to stir. ---maybe she missed the chaos of the women in her loft. Lou pulled at the bundle of necklaces at her neck trying to stop her mind from dipping in any emotional attachment to the dysfunctional family her and Deb had gathered. “I don’t typically need a sitter.” Eyes lingered now over to Rose, “but--I feel like you think I’m up to no good up here...” a small smile began to grow as her index finger tapped the side of her head.

[mochiedits]

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rhylandpark:

Despite the sickeningly thick, warm air that had graced the city on this summer morn, it had done little to perturb him enough to send him scurrying from his set schedule, the very thing that succeeded daily in coaxing him from the white walls of his apartment.

The metal frame of the chair creaked as his elbows pressed against the table top. There weren’t too many people in the restaurant, which made sense considering most preferred to spend their time outside when the weather was this “pleasant” as they put it. He had overheard some employees discussing their weekend plans, and one had exclaimed that they wished to visit the beach, weather permitting.

The tailor’s blue eyes flickered to the nearby window. The weather was permitting.

Pale fingers tentatively touched the side of a ceramic coffee cup, as if testing the waters before allowing his palm to curl about the mug. On the table before him lay a newspaper, the economics section scattered with stocks statistics and updates that he knew far too much about via his father. The DOW was down again, a fact that had ceased to surprise him, and with a slow nod he raised the coffee to his lips.

  “Yes, the usual.” The accent was light at the tip of her tongue before she licked her teeth. There was something unsettling about being known as a regular here. That meant her company had become recognizable, but then again, what was there to forget? Lou had liked being a quiet mystery that lingered amongst everyone. To remain out of the center of light was ideal, but here she was caught in a french fry order.

 It was becoming too much of a bad habit. Fried potatoes weren’t the healthiest, but when it was all unbalanced in Lou’s head, she wasn’t all too healthy with take-out either. It wasn’t her fault Chan, a local, had made such delicious, addicting chinese cuisine. 

While waiting, Lou’s posture was loose. Her knee was propped up on a bar stool as she leaned against the counter getting a feel for the air all around her. It was full of college students swallowed in textbooks, loners isolated with their headphones, and chatty suits on their lunch hour. 

--And then there was a friendly face. One she was pleased to come out with, even if trading a long, freeing ride along the waterfront seemed more than inviting. It wasn’t often Lou could pull herself away from her lack of motivation to socialize in such ways. It was even more difficult for her to pull Rhyland away. His schedule always seemed constricted and dry. As admirable as it was, Lou found the challenge to relax his routed day intriguing. 

“So, is this how you plan on getting a date? Economics?” Sliding cooley into her seat, the woman rested her arms on the tabletop. “Nothing like fluctuating stock market to make you hot and heavy..”