George Clooney As Danny Ocean & Brad Pitt As Rusty Ryan In Ocean’s Eleven (2001)

the more i love him the more he'll suffer tbh

wip I'm trusting the process here

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hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over

right....

me wanting to write about a specific character but not knowing enough about a specific field they work in is a curse

I finally understand the whole "punch me it will feel good for both of us" appeal thing and ofc it took me watching fight club to realize that

troy, fury, once upon a time in hollywood, ughhhhh

liking fight club is bad because after a while you can recognize brad pitt by his tits alone

YES YES I THOUGHT THIS FANDOM IS DYING 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

Deciding that I missed this blog. Headcannons to celebrate.

The Ocean's Crew almost always live together in one big house during their planning phases. Sometimes they crash at Rueben's mansion, sometimes they all stay in adjoining rooms at a cheap hotel, and sometimes Danny has the money for an AirB&B.

When they do all live together, Rusty is the one who decides where everyone goes. Because of this, he gets hounded and bribed for weeks on end before move-in day because: Saul's very strong living preferences are always changing, Livingston's allergies mean he can't stand rooming with half the crew, Frank needs his own bathroom, if they bring Tess then everyone is going to want to room with Tess, Yen wants to be closest to the kitchen and simultaneously on one of the higher floors, Basher is very particular about who he simply will not room with, Linus has about a million asks (both said and unsaid), Danny wants to be wherever his scheming mind can scheme a little more, and nobody ever wants to room with the twins.

Rueben never has to tell Rusty his preferences. He knows that Rusty will put him where he likes best.

Rueben's butler knows them all by name and never needs to be asked what they want for breakfast.

When they live together they come up with random, stupid family rules like "if you're late for dinner, you have to sing 'I'm a little teapot' backwards" or "if you track mud through the house you have to do the dishes." The twins invented most of these rules just to mess with Linus but they become a staple of every good heist.

Domesticities like Taco Tuesday are mandatory.

If there is a pool, Basher will be in it. It gets to the point where Danny has to bribe staff to put less chlorine in it so Basher's skin doesn't dry out like a raisin.

Everyone gauges how well things are going by Rusty's nighttime routine. If he announces after dinner that he's going to bed by 9 or 10, it is defcon 5 and everyone should be tense.

Frank has jazz playing 24/7.

If they're staying at a hotel, they have to attack breakfast in the lounge restaurant in meticulous phases. Danny always goes first to get the freshest coffee. Rusty always goes last because he eats the most. Someone always has to go with Saul to make sure he's not upping his cholesterol.

Yen puts Mandarin subtitles on all of the TVs. He can understand English movies perfectly fine but it helps the rest of the crew learn Mandarin.

I have the urge to draw Joe Black in a Czech folk costume (some Moravian one probably) carrying out Morana (something like a scarecrow symbolizing slavic goddess of death)

Making up stuff like this makes me kinda forget about the fact that the film is 3 hours long and about painfully rich Americans.

Omg fuck plotholes.

I can't even make Seth and Jerry meet in peace.

I've rewatched From dusk till dawn 1996 and The mexican 2001 for the nth time to write this bs

How do they even use swearing words, I keep asking myself

oh yeh, i don't even know how Danny will ever help Rusty out ☠️☠️

Had to make a meme to describe me currently