little chop shop girl

gaby teller. as adored by bloss.

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you will always be in my heart, in my mind, and in your grave.

     HIGHLY SELECTIVE  &  PRIVATE SYBIL CRAWLEY.  cr.

[oliviadumhan]

What’s this? Swedish person ask for translation.

[mchanique-blog]

i’m already changing my icons so pls bear with me.

[deathrisen]

chrissy    teigen’s    tweets    sentence    starters,   part  1.

feel   free   to   edit   pronouns   /   anything.

‘  every time someone asks __ for a selfie and says “I never do this” I think back to the night we met when I said it but not about selfies.  ’ 

‘  hate this macbook relationship. “when do you want to update?” “later” “later today or later tomorrow?” oh my god just fucking LATER.  ’ 

‘  i always have a note in my pocket that says “___ did it” just in case i’m murdered because i don’t want him to remarry.  ’

‘  i think a good rule of thumb is to never play “fuck/marry/kill” between other couples you are currently sitting with.  ’

‘   remember that one time I went into a store because I liked a dress on the mannequin but it turned out to be a mannequin store.  ’

‘  my favorite part about my anniversary dinner was the girl who came to our table who john used to bone and also the sea bass.  ’

‘  i’m at the age where I want to eat beef stew but then still go “be around cool people” after.  ’

‘  chicken pot pies aren’t talked about enough.  ’

‘  trump became president the same year people started eating tide pods.  ’

‘  i just read the theory that snapchat is using filters to sell our facial recognition to the CIA but i’m not even mad because i look sooo cute.  ’

‘  yikes. don’t google “cream pies”, google cream pie recipe.  ’

‘  i am good for a single outdoor activity for about 15 minutes.   ’

‘  just cried at the amazon prime commercial with the dog lion. i relate to this heavily.  ’

‘  i am the pettiest.  ’

‘   my tamagotchi lasted one hour. ___ made me disable it.  ’

‘  sometimes I catch myself holding my nail lady’s hand back and realize the extent of my loneliness.  ’

‘   remember when that whole foods photo was going around everyone was like “who the fuck would buy a peeled orange” well the answer is me.  ’

‘  4:30am, eating a sausage mcmuffin and looking up the gestation period of animals.  ’

‘  i could go like…4 hours before I would excitedly tell someone I was a spy.  ’

‘  the only skill i am currently working on is getting a 5.0 uber rating and i am not fucking kidding.  ’

‘   i don’t even get what a bb cream is and now you’re telling me there is a cc.  ’

‘  i honestly couldn’t date someone that had the audacity to have a too-large carry on bag.  ’

‘   the best revenge really is being nice. OR MURDER.  ’

‘   sometimes i think i just rant so i can say, “ugh, I need a drink”. then i get to drinking.  ’

‘  threw up in the cab into a bag of cool ranch doritos. this hangover is no joke. also i’m pretty sad about my doritos.  ’

‘  why the fuck do frozen foods assume your drunk ass knows the wattage of your microwave? my sober ass doesn’t even know.  ’

‘  do you ever feel like your dog is disappointed in you.  ’

‘   i am basically just refreshing websites until i fucking die i guess.  ’

‘  i have not put my phone down once today. my hand, it aches. my eyes, dry. my pettiness… my pettiness has somehow maintained its strength.  ’

‘  what is a tattoo you wanted when you were younger but, thankfully, never got? mine is kermit.  ’

‘  drinking game for tonight is to never stop.  ’

‘  some people are just hell bent on being the fucking worst.  ’

‘  RECEIPTS. YESSSS.  ’

‘  pocket animal crossing might be okay for you AC newbies but for us tom nook loyalists it is merely a hit of the crack that is the actual, real, animal crossing. it lacks the heart. the soul. it’s a sandwich with no meat. a car without tires. that said, i have spent 120 dollars on leaf tickets.  ’

[mchanique-blog]

“ your story isn’t adding up ”

“  okay,    i broke the glass.  ”       which explains the half - broken wine glass in her hand,        but not why she’s stood there.       she’s only blown her cover if she can’t play this off,       if she can’t reach inside of her and think fast and do what she’s been trained to do.      luckily,      she’s always been a terribly good actress.        she wobbles on heels,       rolling her ankles slightly,       a quick breath and she seems quite drunk,        “    i probably didn’t need the contents.  ”       she shames as if she’s embarrassed,       plays the drunk girl they might all recognise from the party.      “  i thought fresh air was a good idea,     now i have no wine and a broken glass.  ”

                   @pharaea.

[mchanique-blog]

❝ how to predict the future: think of the worst possible thing that could happen ❞

“ i didn’t think you could get more depressing. ”        her shoes are left at the door.       she’s pouring a drink before she’s thinking about it,       habit taking over until she’s stood there,       glass in hand,       raising it to her lips.       she cannot remember if she even wanted a drink.        she doesn’t truly suppose that it matters.       she’ll always end up here.        even with the glass raised to her lips,        she’s light on her feet as she walks through the room,       even with the glass pressed to her lips.       “   or do you have more information about this than i have? ”

                     @russianforged.

[mchanique-blog]

brvgrl‌:

Clara has gone full-on hunter mode, prowling around the room comically whilst eyes squint as she stares down her PREY. Although her prey, Gaby in this case, is fully aware of her actions. The brunette thinks it’s her titter of giggles that gave her away. No matter, Clara’s sure the other won’t EXPECT her next move. 

She lunges forward, arms wrapping around Gaby tightly and there’s an attempt to get her legs up too. However, before she can do that the both of them go TUMBLING to the floor and she ends up on top of the female. Burst of laughter erupts from her lips, head leaning down to MUFFLE her giggles in the other’s neck. “ That didn’t go exactly as planned, but hi. “ 

she’s laughing when she hits the floor,      ready for the attack but falling nevertheless,      allowing her body to be commandeered by the other.       the papers she’d been studying thrown up,       scattering on the floor around them as if creating some kind of abstract art.       a study in delight,       she’d call it.       the world always seems a little easier when clara holds her.

“  missing attention,     liebling?  ”       the voice that falls doesn’t always feel like hers,       softer than she’s used to,       the iron core of her set aside at the door when she comes into this place,       when she lets herself remember that she can have good things too.      she tucks strands of hair behind the other’s ear,      gentle in her gestures,       permitting softness.

[mchanique-blog]

‘ it’s no secret that most people are fucking idiots . ’ (mama lou giving some choice words)

she takes liquor from the cabinets,      shuffles around the room without her shoes,      acts like she could come to belong there.      she carves herself a home in the empty spaces of lou’s place,      careful to not affect the life around her too much,     scared that this,       too,      shall be ripped away.       she’s wary of being cared for,      warier still to care.       there’s still something guarded in her eyes,       even when lou wanders around and accommodates more than she could ask for.       this,     too,      shall fade.          this,     too,      shall be taken away.

she tucks her limbs into herself,      knees to chest,     arms around them,      forms a shield as if she can stop herself from feeling the walls around her crumble.      when a girl is left in a wreckage she learns to build on her own,     but what happens if another picks up the tools?      she cannot lose anymore.       she still laughs at lou’s words,      still acts as if she’s not clinging to shaking foundations and hoping they hold.        she wants to be lovely,      little gabriella from the past,      the girl who shone on the stage and smiled at the world,       the girl who hadn’t lost it all twice over,       the girl who was easier to love.       the smiling and the laughter comes easy when she remembers it doesn’t have to touch her eyes,         she loses less if she can be someone worth keeping around. 

                 “   yeah,     lou.      people are idiots.   ”

                                  @muiiitos.     you meme ! 

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             thought i’d end up with Alec,     but    he    wasn't    a   match,     wrote some songs about Eve,     now   i   listen    and   laugh,    even    almost    got    married,    and    for Tracy,     i'm   so   thankful,   wish   i    could    say,      “thank   you” to Vesper,    ‘cause she was an angel      .        𝐓 𝐇 𝐀 𝐍 𝐊       𝐔 ,     𝐍 𝐄 𝐗 𝐓 .

[scrublords-meme-bin]

On this blog, we love and appreciate OC x Canon.

[mchanique-blog]

the more i look at my own psd’s the more i realise that i don’t understand the colour yellow

[mchanique-blog]

      look at this cute bean who could easily kill a man ! 

                                                   now like this if you want to plot with her.

[mchanique-blog]

anyway my favourite thing on the planet is platonic affection?     like i obviously love a good ship as much as anyone else but platonic soulmates??   platonic hand - holding and cuddling and kisses and napping and affection???   wanting nothing else from the other person but people to make them happy and the world to treat them well????  wanting to watch them grow and adapt and watch the world bless them?????    my shit.

[mchanique-blog]

gaby is 5′5 which isn’t that short but napoleon and illya are giants.     PASS IT ON.

[mchanique-blog]

remember when gaby is in that shop with napoleon and gaby and she said that the handbag cost more from her car?    i do.  

she has such a relationship with wealth and it’s really complicated.     for the first part,    gaby is not from a wealthy background.    during the war,     with her father’s job,    they were arguably middle class.     when she was left with the schmidts,     she was in a more working class environment.     in the aftermath of russia’s control of berlin,     gaby would trade on the black market to help with her family...     used car parts,     things she could steal from the ballet e.t.c.     in the aftermath of her foster mother’s death,     gaby and her foster father did what they needed to keep paying the people working in the garage and keep themselves okay.      she’s seen what poverty and intense rule can do to a city,      has seen so many people go without and she vows that she won’t go back there. 

when she’s then introduced to the west,     she gets so much enjoyment out of the wealth and being able to be in that world through u.n.c.l.e. but feels a lot of shame for the way she desires it when there are people she knows who are still in shit situations.     she struggles to reconcile with it and both resents it and adores it and it’s really clear that she’s walking through this line.    of course,    it’s not the wealth that she resents but that she never had it when she needed it.

for this reason,    she’s likely to pull herself into the sphere of people who can afford things.     she won’t go back behind the iron curtain,     and wealth will protect her in a different way to the way she can.      she does desire money,     but she hates that in herself too.

[black-sensations]

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*fingerguns*