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i have to write one bout Rusty Ryan soon
10 Quiet Ways Your Character Is Breaking Their Own Heart (And Pretending It's Fine)
These are the betrayals that aren’t loud. They don’t come with fireworks or screaming matches. These are the small, slow deaths. The ones that your character lets happen... while smiling politely.
» They say yes when they desperately want to say no. Every. Damn. Time. They show up when they're exhausted. They agree to things they hate. They make themselves smaller, softer, easier, because "good people" don’t make waves, right? (Spoiler: they're drowning.)
» They keep chasing people who only love them halfway. It's not even subtle anymore. They know these people leave them on "read," show up late, make them feel like an afterthought. But they cling anyway, spinning every scrap of affection into a story about hope. (It’s not hope. It’s hunger.)
» They refuse to believe good things are meant for them. They’ll hype everyone else up. They’ll believe in everyone else's dreams. But when something finally good lands in their lap? They’ll panic. Push it away. Tell themselves it was a fluke. (Because being disappointed feels safer than being lucky.)
» They’re waiting for closure that will never come. An apology. An explanation. A miracle where someone says, "You were right, and I was wrong, and I’m so sorry." They wait years. Decades. Lifetimes. But deep down, they know: some people never come back. Some stories just end without punctuation.
» They’re hoarding all their "almosts" like treasures. The job they almost got. The love that almost worked. The version of themselves they almost became. They replay those maybes like a greatest hits album. (Meanwhile, real life is slipping by while they mourn possibilities.)
» They’re performing a version of success they secretly hate. Look at the Instagram. Look at the LinkedIn updates. Look at the shiny exterior. It looks like winning. But every trophy they collect feels heavier, not lighter. Every promotion tastes a little more like ash. (Turns out, chasing someone else's dream is still losing.)
» They forgive people who aren’t sorry. Not because they’re enlightened. Not because they’ve healed. But because it’s easier to pretend it didn’t hurt than to sit with the fact that it did—and that the person responsible doesn't care. (Some wounds scar better when you stop pretending they were accidents.)
» They punish themselves for still being soft. The world told them, again and again, that soft things get broken. And they believed it. So every time they feel too much? Every time they cry or hope or trust? They tell themselves they’re weak. Stupid. Embarrassing. (They're not. They're just still alive.)
» They downplay their own magic. They call their talents "lucky breaks." Their beauty "average." Their intelligence "no big deal." They shrug off compliments like they're dangerous. Because deep down, they've been taught that being remarkable makes you a target.
» They cling to the idea that if they just work harder, they'll finally be enough. They believe in meritocracy like it’s a religion. That if they hustle hard enough, self-sacrifice deep enough, burn themselves to ash perfectly enough, someone, somewhere, will finally say, "You're worthy now." (They were always worthy. The system is just broken.)
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.
Everybody's making Rusty Ryan a dog. A fucking DOG.
No, ofc he's not a dog. But he's a dog.
In the back of my mind, I've always somehow knew that he's Danny's no1 loyal dog.
And now everybody's giving him dog manners.
And I fucking love that (sorry not sorry).
please, I come up like 10 ideas in 1 morning.
(i haven't fucking finished the other 20 fics)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA 😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲😭💝💝💝💝💝💝‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
I've always tried to seach for 1980s pics of jet-black mullet George Clooney and blond curtain bang Brad Pitt TO WRITE YOUNG VERSIONS OF Danny/Rusty
OMG OMG LOOOK AT THE DRAWINGGGGG 💥💥💥💥
They look exactly like young George/Brad in their 20s 😭😭😭💖💖🍓🍓
Fucking look at them ☹️☹️ I'm dying I'm crying I'm lit scream for this drawing 🧎♀️🤲💖
Ocean’s 2
I edited this on August and I posted it on TikTok but the sound was taken down. Anyway here's another Danny x Rusty edit and this one is ANGSTY •́ ‿ ,•̀
