#o8

#2

This one is just like the Granddaddy of suits. She seems to be wearing the watch of lesbian time in that diabolical neckline because again, the world has stopped. The shoulder pads my lord. I’m actually glad Tumblr won’t let me add the shot where she’s looking down the lens because some of y’all would simply pass away.

#3

And it just wouldn’t be a Cate Blanchett suit lineup without a Lou Miller suit. I’ve genuinely never seen someone serve so much insane tailoring in one wardrobe. This one, by marginal hairs, wins bc I’m on the floor the longest. Just, diabolical.

#4

This is one is going straight to slut heaven. The short hair — I am on my fucking knees, Cate. To be fair, the suit is nothing special, but the styling is out of this world. Brad Pitt fucking who??

#5

This one is absolute cedar gold. Pinstripe on pinstripe…and she’s eating it the fuck up. It’s slouchy in all the right places, she looks incredible.

#5 and #6

Both of them are two very different lesbians, and I’d let both of them step on me. The first one is giving headmistress from helltown, the shaping is motherMAGNIFICENT, and the second one is the substitute teacher who’d roll me a j to make me feel better. I’d let her fuck up my life in that suit.

#7

You watched as the water boiled, as it became more dangerous to everything surrounding it – one wrong move would bring destruction. 

The fire that had been its influence was without any sense of partiality, ready to strike whatever it could, for fear overcomes much too quickly to discern one thing from another. 

You noticed a moment later than ideal that you needed to finish cooking, that you still had a schedule to attend to, that life still had a suffocating hold on you. 

You wished you could throw the water down the sink. All you desired was to go upstairs and will yourself to sleep, for it would be easier than keeping your eyes open for a second longer, than enduring the blinding sun that would not be put out. 

The chicken needed to be boiled. 

You needed to make some sort of side to go with it, and you cursed yourself for hardly remembering any of it, for your mind had overtaken you. 

Fire overcomes much too quickly for us to discern our surroundings. 

You looked at the clock – Lou would be home soon, and it was the only thing keeping you in the kitchen, the only reason, really, that you would eat tonight. She had been preparing for the heist every day, hardly taking any breaks, and you would only feel worse if you made her cook dinner too in her exhausted state. You were perfectly capable, or so you had convinced yourself. 

With shaking hands, you placed the chicken into the boiling water. The heat enveloped it, consuming it entirely, and there was no way to escape. 

There was no way to escape. 

Nothing could be fixed, for moments of peace seldom outweighed hours of turmoil, and not a single soul understood your brokenness. 

Not a single soul made room for the darkness. It was foreign to them in every way. 

You heard the front door swing open, and you knew that Lou was home. In a matter of moments, you would be tasked with putting on a show of contentment with the person you loved the most, the only person in the world that you trusted. 

How infuriating it was that you could not describe the fire, the everlasting darkness, to the one person you wished to share everything with. And since you could not describe it, you had decided not to let it reveal its presence, for finding validity in yourself was the most challenging of all. 

The door to the kitchen opened, and she was greeting you, and you were only half listening. You were asking her how her day was, but you could hardly hear your own words – the chicken was overboiling, it wasn’t boiled enough, should you start over? Nothing was right. Everything was bad, everything was wrong, nothing was complete, only lost in the fire. 

You heard your name. 

You met her eyes, you saw the worry hiding behind them. 

“Honey, are you okay?” she questioned, and you realized that she had placed a hand on your shoulder. 

Something in her eyes, in the way she looked at you, sent your soul flying in millions of different directions. 

You were so fucking angry. At everything, at the darkness and the fire. And you were so tired. Tired in every way imaginable. It wouldn’t leave, it was buried in your bones. 

Yet something in her eyes took it all away for the briefest of moments – it all came tumbling back, as you knew it would, but for a moment you felt a weight lifted from your shoulders. 

She knew. She always knew. You didn’t have to say anything. 

You let her pull you into her embrace, her touch engulfing you in nothing but peace. If heaven could be described, it was found in her arms, for you knew that in her presence harm would never find you. The darkness looked away from her, the fire could not touch her. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, darling,” she whispered, and her voice guided you back to the present, to her ever-enduring love. 

Suddenly you were crying, and you couldn’t stop it. “I don’t know,” you choked out. “Everything, and nothing… I feel suffocated by everything around me, and the heist is only making it worse. What will happen to us if it all goes wrong? What if we get caught–”

“We’re not going to get caught.” 

“But what if we do?” 

Lou rubbed your back gently, taking her time to form a response. “I can tell Debbie that I’m backing out.” 

“No, I don’t want you to, you’ve worked so hard…” 

“It doesn’t matter – if it’s bothering you so much, it’s not worth it,” her tone was sincere, and you knew that she was not angry with you in the slightest. Her love was too strong to let anger seep in. 

You had never felt so much love for anyone as you felt in that moment. 

Her peace enveloped everything. 

“Do the heist,” you assured her, pulling away to meet her eyes, “Please.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded. “I don’t even know if it’s the heist that’s been bothering me, it’s just… nothing feels right anymore. Nothing but you. I feel so distant from everything.” 

You could tell that she understood, for she always understood, and even if she didn’t she made room for the darkness to rest. 

“I wish I could take it all away for you. If I could, I would bear the burden. I love you more than you’ll ever know… and I want you to remember that you can always tell me these things. I want to be able to help you through it. I want to be able to remind you that you’re strong enough to make it through anything… you mean everything to me.” 

And something in her eyes told you she meant every word. 

You kissed her, pulling her closer, relishing in the love that you perpetually shared. 

For she was your escape. 

Nothing could be fixed, and yet moments of peace always outweighed hours of turmoil, and she understood your brokenness, for she shared in it. 

She made room for the darkness. 

You knew in your bones that she was yours, that you were hers – nothing you went through would be yours alone to bear, for in suffering she was gladly by your side. Her love for you knew no bounds, and for you she would do anything. 

You spent the night letting Lou finish dinner. She joked that she was better at cooking than you anyway, and you could hardly disagree. She kept you by her side every moment you spent together. You were wrapped in her leopard print coat, and she had made you tea before sitting the two of you down to watch your favorite movie. 

She demonstrated her love in any way she knew how, for it was eternal and never left you. 

You had discovered heaven, and it was found in her embrace. 

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The trip to the campsite itself was without flaw. Lou drove carefully while you jabbered on about the excitement of being away from city-life again. Lou grinned from behind her large sunglasses as you bustled around in the back with the food and supplies.

It felt a bit cliché to go camping in the autumn with your girlfriend, bringing every plaid blanket you had, many marshmallows, and a tripod for blurry (but aesthetic) photos. The only thing missing would have been a large dog with non-stop slobber and matching bandanas. 

Lou, begrudgingly, had to give up her chic street-style for a complete lesbian  lumberjack look. Not that you complained. And then once you arrived, she had insisted she would put up the tent when you suggested to spend the first night outside of the van by the campfire. Now, you were leaning against the front of the vehicle, bemused from watching her fight with the tarp and connecting the frame.

Lou’s hair was pulled back with her fringe just brushing her eyelashes. She was wearing flannel and, heavens above, jeans with hiking boots. You grinned over your cup of hot chocolate as she sneered at the manual, kicking it to the side like a dad on a trip refusing to use directions and thus getting hopelessly lost.

“Let me help,” you offered again. 

“Absolutely not.” She had too much pride to give in now, even though she had been struggling for close to an hour now. 

“Babe, have you really gone camping before?” you asked. 

“Totally. We just didn’t use tents back then. We endured the weather throughout the whole night regardless of the conditions.”

“Are you calling me a snowflake for wanting to have shelter in the night?” you scoffed. 

“No, but I do think you’ve been way too pampered by the city,” she huffed. Ah yes, a lovely hypocritical response. You looked at your furry hiking boots and luxurious camping outfit and lifted her chin at her.

“I believe you mean pampered by my incessant gift-giving and spoiling girlfriend.”

“Guilty as charged.”

The tent eventually came together, quite sturdily. Dinner consisted of pre-cooked hot dogs and pre-packaged salads you had bought on the road. You already had a stash of canned soups, bread for sandwiches, and enough snacks to last you a life time, but tomorrow you wanted to try to go fishing and see if you could catch a meal that way, just for the sake of the ‘camping spirit’. If unsuccessful, there was a convenience store right by the camping grounds. You had to find a camping location with modern technology and access close by just for the sake of keeping Lou sane when you ran out of her favourite brand of ice tea. 

You got in the tent for the night and were surprised by the space of it inside, but not so by the haphazard assembly of the frame, which stuck out in some places.

Lou followed in from behind you, wearing her silk pyjama set and grumbling incoherently. It was cute, you thought, but hopefully she’d cheer up soon otherwise this would be a lousy weekend.

“Lou, why on earth are you wearing that here? You’ll freeze during the night.”

“It’s the only thing I have to comfortably sleep in,” she muttered, shoving herself into a sleeping bag. “I’ll be fine.”

You grinned and settled in next to her, “you’ve never gone camping before, have you?”

She avoided your gaze and blew a piece of hair out of her face. “I’ve disguised myself as a camper before for a con. They seemed pretty convinced.”

You giggled, not trying to laugh at her sour expression. The camping trip was entirely your idea, and Lou would do anything you wanted just to make you happy. This one probably beat all the jewels and cash she stole for you, simply because you got to spend so much time with her without anyone else around you for once.

A twig snapped and the blonde biker shot up from her position, “What was that?”

“Probably just a raccoon. Don’t worry, I put all the food away.”

She seemed unsettled, which surprised you, “Lou, you live in New York where there’s unending noise happening outside. People yelling, cars honking. You’re not telling me you’re frightened of wildlife sounds?”

“Not frightened!” she quipped, a little too quickly to properly convince you. “It’s so much quieter here, and it’s weird.. What am I supposed to do, Y/N? Adjust to it in one night?” She was scowling again and punched her pillow before falling face first into it.

“Move over,” you eventually said, opening her sleeping bag from your side. 

“We won’t fit.”

“Nonsense. I made sure it could fit two when I bought them.” You wriggled yourself further down, eventually feeling Lou’s freezing feet press up against your own.

“You didn’t have to come outside to sleep with me tonight. You could stay in the van if you want.”

“And admit to being a wimp in the outdoors? Over my dead body.”

There was another sound from outside, the screech of a fox this time, and her eyes widened. Her shoulders were shaking slightly. You didn’t know if it was from discomfort or the cold, but nonetheless you snuggled closer to her and wrapped your arms around her from behind.

“Hey I thought I was always the big spoon,” she retorted once she realized  what you were doing. Despite her sharp words, her body melted and pressed into yours, gladly accepting the warmth and security you offered. All you did was hum and wormed yourself as close to her as possible. 

“You’re impossible,” she grumbled, her voice slurring as she slowly drifted off to sleep. You grinned and kiss the back of her head, hugging her tightly as her hand reached up to grip your wrist before you fell asleep alongside her.

Lou woke up to the sound of a fire crackling and the smell of eggs and bacon. She wormed her way out of the tent while remaining inside the sleeping bag because it was still cozy from your warmth and smell. 

You were crouching by the fire cooking breakfast and digging through the cooking supplies you had brought. And, well, you had hoped to heat up some soup for yourself to get started and get some energy for a hike today, but the deeper you dug into the cutlery bag, the more you found knives, forks, and nothing else.

“Lou, baby,” you sighed, looking up at the blonde shuffling out of the tent. “You were supposed to bring all the cutlery right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Did you really?”

Her eyes narrowed, “Why don’t you believe me?”

You held up the two bags marked forks and knives without saying anything. When it clicked, she groaned, folding her body into the sleeping bag and burying her face. 

“Lucky for you we have at least one big spoon left,” you chortled, scooping out the bacon and eggs onto a plate for her.

“Very funny,” she grumbled. “What did you want to do today?”

“Fishing!”

She looked... you didn’t know the word, but the closest to her facial expression was aghast. 

“Oh, Lou,” you sighed, sitting next to her as she ate. “Why did you agree to come if you clearly despise camping?”

“Because I’m trying to show interest in what you like, isn’t that what a good girlfriend does?”

“Sure, sure. But I also don't want to torture you into living in the outdoors for the weekend.”

“I’m trying,” she said again, digging her fork in the paper plate so roughly that it stabbed through. 

“Do you wanna just grab a bite to eat for today? I saw a cafe on the way in.”

She looked at you with a conflicted gaze, wanting to say yes, but also wanting to do what you wanted first.

You nudged her with your arm, before continuing, “and then you can bring a hot latte to the shore to drink and watch while I go fishing?”

That made her smile. She sluggishly got out of the sleeping bag to rush to the van and get ready, the silk not saving her from the chilly night air.

“And on the way we can get some spoons!” you commented as you followed her into the van. Seconds later, her pyjama top slapped you in the face, and you giggled as you closed the van door behind you.