clipped wings.

indie star wars oc.

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

i just wanna apologise for my sudden disappearance. i’ve been dealing with a lot of heavy shit, so i’m hoping to get back to roleplaying over this week, so i will be doing replies and stuff soon hopefully c:

[little-shark-memes]

Send “Shove” to pin my muse against a wall.

Send “Pinned” for my muse to pin your muse against a wall.

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

but imagine the pilots coming back from a mission and she has that one friend who she’ll sit with who just tells her about what they did and she sits there listening, wishing she could fly and just absorbing it and smiling and she’s quiet the whole time because she just wants to listen to them and they do this every time because they know how much anna appreciates it. and they want to take her out and so they wait for a day off or something and they make out that it’s an emergency and there’s no time and get her to fly an x-wing to another planet and then they just sit there talking about other stuff because anna needs this tbh.

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

@teelathedxmned ♥’d this

     it was just time for some time away from the base; she needed a breather before she carried on spending time around pilots being excited about more flight missions. maybe a drink or seven could help her relax a little more. sitting in the cantina, she tried to make sure to it out of the main walkway, picking a table away from most. yet, she still heard footsteps coming her way, sighing softly as she nursed the cup. “yes?” she said, defeated that she had to talk.

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

@reyxofjakku ♥’d this

     sitting up on the wing of the craft as she tried her hardest to get it to cooperate ended with her holding a small bunch of wires in her hand. with a hearty sigh, she put the wires down and slid off the wing, making her way to the toolbox to try see if she could solder it all back in. before she could get back to the craft she heard footsteps behind her. “what can i do for you?” she asked softly, turning to smile at the girl.

[boastmastergeneral]

reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you

[pcthetics-deactivated20161211]

this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much 

[moonless-knight]

“Do you think the clouds float in vain? Do they not provide shade or water for the life below? They may have days where they are small in numbers, but when they collect themselves, they do what is needed of them. All is lost only when you die. Even as you breathe, you are given a gift. Another chance.” Toshiro delivered eloquently.

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

anna looked at him for a moment and blinked slowly. she got what he was saying, everyone was important in what they did, but then why did she always feel so useless. getting to watch the rest of the base suit up and get on their way always made her heart scream to do the same. “if that’s the case, why do i always feel so... inadequate?” she asked him, trying not to get too caught up in her thought.

[wearealsoboats]

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[speartherear-deactivated2016110]

     Allowing himself a seat, pulling out a small bag of cosmetics he rifled through to find a shade of blush to hand to her,placing things he’d need on the desk. “There, that’s more your colour.”  It was sort of their thing, rude comments, small acts of kindness, and then being rude again. “It would, I’m really peckish.” On the note of his clothing he tipped his head back, giving her a look of ‘buckle your seatbelt’. “I don’t know- the last I heard they were still fucking putting it together. So if I end up walking out in nothing but my underwear and some glitter you have to do it too.”

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

     sometimes she could strangle him and other times, she would respect and care about him, but don’t tell anyone about that second bit. “thanks darling,” she said softly in her melodic english accent. once she was sure that her hair was looking good, she carefully started to apply the blush while still listening to roger. she looked over at him to catch the look of complete and utter frustration with what was happening. “fucking hell,” she said as she rolled her eyes slightly. then gave him a look that she had given a lot of people. “it’s not my fault they’re not as organised as my designers,” she gave him a little raised eyebrow. “i can assure you i will be wearing more than underwear,” she turned back to the mirror and adding a small tint to her lips.

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[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

@the-good-doctors ♥’d

never nudge a mechanic when they’re working. never. it meant that the female mechanic ended with a large gash on her forearm while she held in a cry of pain. grabbing a greasy rag and holding it to the new wound. with a scowl on her face and a new disdain for the trainee mechanic, she found her way to the medbay and sighed softly. “got time to patch this up?” she asked quietly, almost embarrassed.

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[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

so i’ve added a new verse and updated my verse page and also, i might do a post explaining the fashion verse and like people can join it and we’ll have lots of fun with that. but yeah, so if you wanna do anything in a particular verse hmu c:

[rpmememaker]

Send ♡ if you'd be interested in discussing a ship between our muses

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

like for a starter // open starters

[verlxine]

@mcchanicgiirl

          She doesn’t mean to stare, but there’s something so FAMILIAR about the girl that she just needs to put her finger on it. “—– You’re Alderaanian, aren’t you.” It’s a statement, not a question — Evaan likes to get right to the point. 

[mcchanicgiirl-blog]

          as she started to put her hair up, she saw the woman approach and couldn’t help but raise her brow while looking a little confused. “yeah...” she started, looking again at her. “do i know you?” she asked, already knowing the answer was probably yes since the familiarity was starting to light up something in her mind.

[musicalmusings-blog1]

HEROES are fragile creatures.

They’re not brave, they just do brave things.