America Chavez

Miss America Being brave isn't the same thing as not being scared. 26 . she/her . x-men

[miss--americachavez]

itstheprodigalson:

David picked up the Walkman, turning it every which way. “Oh, the tape’s just in the wrong direction.” He flipped the tape in the other way, closed it, and handed the headphones and cassette holder to America. “It’s a good thing most of the kids here know how to work this because…I absolutely don’t know how I did that.” He smiled and took a seat next to America. “What’re you listening to?”

America watched David carefully figure out the Walkman and the tape inside.  This technology was beyond her comprehension, though she could see the appeal of portable music.  “Huh.  Good job, David,” she beamed, clapping him loudly on the back.  “Actually, it’s not mine.  I confiscated it from a student who was listening to it during class.  Granted, it’s just PE, but still, they weren’t listening to a word I was saying,” she clarified.  “Maybe we should play it to see what’s on it.”

[miss--americachavez]

ofahuraism:

“Why is the only question I’m constantly getting asked now is why am I single?”

“Okay, how about another question instead.  Why does it bother you?”

[miss--americachavez]

itstheprodigalson:

David was walking by when we noticed that the person behind the desk was looking a little confused  or overwhelmed. He felt a little inclined to help, however he could, if he even could, so he simply walked over to the person and leaned over. “Hey, do you need an help? I can…well, I can be good at a lot of things depending on the situation. Or if you want to talk anything, that’s my job to be available for that.”

America was just trying to figure out how the hell this device was supposed to work.  Was there a switch she was supposed to flip?  A button to press?  Something to plug into the electric outlet?  What was it?  It was frustrating her to no end when she heard a voice.  “David!  Yes!  I require assistance.  Please help,” she said, pointing to the device.

[miss--americachavez]

telepxth-grey:

❝Why do you have to be so stubborn?❞ 

America raised her brows, a skeptical and amused look on her face.  She tapped her fingers along her chin, playfully skeptical.  “You know, I’ve never quite asked myself that question.  I reckon, at the moment, it’s because,” she paused, pretending to think.  “I’m your professor and I gave an assignment that I’d like to be completed,” she said.

[miss--americachavez]

bonefida:

Moira gulped. She was a fast runner - a fact she discovered one late night after she’d broken into a small grocer’s store. But still she had no plans to actually prove that to anyone. No, she was going to take her very clothed body and head inside, maybe to grab a mug of hot chocolate or something to combat the chill hanging in the air. 

“Actually Professor…I have a condition that won’t let me run. My powers go haywire and then there’s just bones everywhere.” She made her tone was earnest and that her disappointment seemed real - it was ridiculous that physical education was a country requirement. 

“Now I find that really hard to believe and unless you can prove that with, say, a doctor’s note, I’m gonna need you to get to those laps,” she said without looking up from her clipboard.  When she noted that the person wasn’t moving, she looked up, tilting her head.  “If I gave everyone a pass from running, then this class will be pointless.  Now.  Laps or a doctor’s note.”

[nightkinz]

She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face.

[notquitecorrectyaquotes]

Not to worry, I have a permit.

America, pulling out a piece of paper that just says ‘I can do what I want’

[miss--americachavez]

youknow-cypher:

After two laps, Douglass had enough. There was exercise and then there was the running-circuit-drills hell that he was enduring. He walked up to Professor Chavez, intent on persuading her to end the madness, at least for him. “Right, well, I have roughly enough knowledge to be a surgeon. It’s just these shaky hands, you know,” he joked. His hand were perched on his hips as he breathed heavily to regain his breath. “So I think I’ll just write myself a note and take a seat on the bleachers. Yea? Glad we had this talk, Prof.”

“Very cheeky, Ramsey, but until you’re a full-fledged doctor with an actual license writing out a note for yourself when you have an actual injury preventing you from running, I better see you running those laps,” she said, tapping the edge of her clipboard lightly with a pen.

[miss--americachavez]

hawkxttx:

Kate pouted, her bottom lip jutting out. “You’re so mean to me. My legs are going to fall off if I run!” The brunette whined, rolling onto her back as she kicked her legs slightly.

Sighing dramatically Kate sat up, her bottom lip continuing to jut out as she glared up at America weakly.

“I don’t see running, Bishop,” America shook her head slightly with a smirk.  “Your legs will be fine.  It’s called exercising.  I’m sure they’ll get used to it.  Hup hup, get to it,” she smiled.  “You can even walk if you need to, but I want those two laps.”

[miss--americachavez]

finntheanode:

“Yeah, but it tastes delicious. Plus–It’s just one little piece. Will give you the incentive to train even harder tomorrow if you have one tonight.” He suggested, shaking the bag at her before tucking it closer to himself again, assuming she wouldn’t actually take up his second offer. 

America kept a stern face as she looked at the guy for a few more seconds as though his notion was absolutely ridiculous.  Then she cracked a smile and took a piece of candy.  “I like the way you think, chico,” she said before unwrapping the candy and popping it into her mouth.  “Have you just been walking around with this bag of candy on hand all day?”

[miss--americachavez]

America: You need them to think you’re stronger than you actually are.

Billy: That’s what you do.

America: Me? Oh, no. My power is no illusion. I can fucking demolish you.

[jensuisdraws]

most important

[marvel-comic]

a-force #001 (2015)

[miss--americachavez]

hawkxttx:

Kate groaned dramatically, laying on the ground in front of the other female. “But I’m too tired to run laps! I can’t do it, and you can’t make me!”

“Bishop, your whining isn’t going to influence me otherwise.  And true.  I can’t make you, but I am your professor,” she smirked and chuckled lightly.  America glanced up from the clipboard in her hand and crossed her arms.  “I’d hate to mark you down for the day for not running a couple of laps.”

[miss--americachavez]

America placed her hands on her hip as she centered herself on the track.  She was about to start assigning drills and laps when someone approached her.  “It’s only a couple of laps.  Maybe more.  Probably more.  You can do it unless you’ve got some sort of doctor’s note.”

[miss--americachavez]

solarsunspot:

Roberto raced around the track, his heart pounding. At least it was his heart and not his mind. Sports could do that, distract like that. He pulled himself off the track and onto the grass, quickly aiming to kick the football soccer all into the net before letting himself veer back to the track.

This. This was the only thing he could control, the only guaarentee. Athletics. He was good at htem, he always had been. He knew what to do, how to do it, how to succeed. Being ammutant was relatively new, and being here? Even more so. Add on being in a new country and he felt so honestly stressed that he wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Solar rays sunk into his skin as he ran and he relished it. It was comofrting, like a blanket being wrapped around him and he could feel himself gaining strength from it. He veered off and kicked another ball into the net, pausing when he saw someone watching. “Wanna play a match?”

America tilted her head up from the clipboard she was looking at.  The roster kept changing and she at least tried to memorize names of her students.  Upon the challenger for a match, her lip quirked up in a small smirk.  “Your first mistake was challenging the PE teacher for a match.  But I’ll humor you.  Need a head’s start first while I stretch?”

[miss--americachavez]

finntheanode:

Finn loved halloween. They didn’t go all out in New Zealand like they did in the states, and he couldn’t wait for his first real halloween. Even with his arm in a sling after the attack, Finn stood smiling with his skull make up on, bag of candy in his good hand. “Happy halloween! Want A piece of candy? Looks like you could use one. They’re really good, promise. i’ve already eaten about a whole bag by myself.” He said with a small giggle as he moved the bag closer to the other.

America raised an eyebrow at the offer, her lip curling up just slightly in disgust.  “No thanks.  ‘Preciate the offer, but you might wanna cut down on the candy.  Cavities and sugar.  Not that healthy for you.”