Burn Baby Burn

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aksirenx:

Aliya had been wandering the premise of campus since day one and yet, how hadn’t she stumbled upon the track? A wide grin was plastered across her face as she cautiously approached the field, head turning left and right while she rejoiced in the new space. This was the reason why she ventured out. The feeling of satisfaction from discovering a new place was so rewarding, especially when after 6 months of claiming herself as a resident on campus also meant familiarity. While the connotation of the word had positive outlooks, familiarity also meant overly comfortable and boring to Aliya.

She noticed the other diligently training and couldn’t help but feel mesmerized at their diligence in drilling the ball back and forth before taking the win as it flew into the net. Her face lit up when it did so and naturally, she brought her fists up, cheering for their success. A gasp escaped from the girl when they’d pause in their training and brought their head up and made eye contact with the girl. Her eyes widened when he did so causing her entire frame to tense up momentarily. Shit. Was I loud? “N-nah, I’m no good. But you on the other hand–a-are you some sort of pro?” she chuckled nervously.

"Something like that." Roberto offered a loose grin. "I'm fairly new. I'm Roberto." He held out his hand to the girl, coming a few paces closer so she could shake his hand. “I’m new around here and uh... Well, so far the field is my favorite place to be completely honest with you. Not that the rest of it is bad but.”

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miss--americachavez:

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?”

Roberto smirked. "I don’t need a head start," he told her, starting to stretch himself. She may be a gym teacher but he was an athlete. He stretched before saying, “You have much experience with footba- soccer?”

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ofpxrkcrs:

“theres someone in the dorm room next to me who won’t shut up about his stuffed rabbit and for the love of god i hope he means a teddy bear.” peter stated as let out a bored sigh.

Roberto grinned widely at that comment. “Maybe he’s into taxidermy,” he stated with a chuckle. “You never know, right?”

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jchnpyro:

John was sitting in the library, a building that was separate from the main mansion of living quarters and classrooms. Similar to the cafeteria (that had been built when the numbers of students and staff had kept increasing and a single kitchen became too small to feed all the needy mouths), it was its own entity on campus, but a short enough walk on the 1,000 acre joint grounds of the sistering schools.

He was grumbling under his breath, but unaware he was doing so. He’d been getting terrible sleep despite his daily workouts with classmates and Professor Cu, and was finding it absurdly impossible to concentrate on statistics or geometry or whatever the hell was sitting in front of him (he was so delirious that he forgot his class schedule, which didn’t help his ill-temperament one bit). He sighed and looked up from his paper. While wondering why he gave up his quiet bedroom (filled with hundreds of distractions and a comfy, toasty bed), he looked across the room and made eye contact with someone who also looked up right in that instance. His face didn’t change one bit. He stared for a moment, lip slightly curled up in a scowl (more at the situation than student), and lowered his gaze again. He groaned and sat back in his chair, this time looking up at the ceiling as if asking God for something else, anything else to do.

Roberto tossed his lanky body in the chair beside the other boy. He looked sulky, sulky, possibly with a dash of sulky in there. But Roberto needed a distraction from the disaster of a novel he was supposed to read. What on earth did the Great Gatsby have to do with anything anyway?

“So, what homework’s got you down?” he asked cheerily.

[wtfmalhgo]

I just saw a kid yell ‘fuck off’ at the top of his lungs and then his phone started ringing so he picked it up like 2 fucking milliseconds after it started ringing and said “hi mama” in the softest god damn voice I’ve ever heard

[cilly-murphy]

#my life

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judecalloway:

Jude’s mind wandered as he idly sketched in his sketchbook, his teacher rattling off partners for the group project they were being assigned. It was just a scene that had taken over his mind, so, as always, he brought it to the physical world. His eyes formed the thought to paper, as his hand became the liaison between his imagination and the paper before him. His chin rested lightly in his free hand as he finished the outline of the mage, who was fighting the giant, dark, unnamed monster that he had already drawn. His mind played the scene out in his mind as he turned it into lines and shapes and actions.

About half the class, he knew, took this class just to fulfill the art requirement, while the other half - like him - took the class because of an actual interest in drawing. He had to take several remedial courses because of his conservatively religious homeschooling and later institutionalization, but for art, he was in a class with older people - he had shown the department his previous art, and they had agreed that he was skilled enough to be in classes for older students. The one thing he was good at.

Suddenly, he was startled from his haze as the teacher’s voice grew louder. “Okay, everyone, get in your groups!” Jude brought his hand down from his chin, eyes grazing the class, who were now rearranging into their groups of two - he had completely missed who he had been partnered with, and his heart began to pound with panic. Soon after, he saw a figure appear at his side, and he peered up, letting out a tiny, shy smile. “Hey…” He breathed, nodding at the free seat beside him, pulling the sketchbook closed. “Um, so, do you have any ideas?”

Roberto had always liked to draw. But it wasn’t something that wasn’t ever prioritized around the house. No, he was always encouraged to play football, to stay active. Staying in and drawing wasn’t exactly something that he was expected to do. He wasn’t a gifted artist at any length, but he liked it well enough. And he liked this class.

As they were put in groups of two, his eyes snapped up. Shrugging, Roberto got to his feet and went to the boy’s table, tossing himself into the free seat. His weight caused the chair to creak as he landed and then shifted to get more comfortable. “Uh, I have to say not really? I haven’t been allowed to do art in forever. Well, haven’t had time is more accurate. I’m Roberto.” He held out his hand.

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[xmenreligion]

Sunspot.

[babywalsh]

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.

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“Trust me when I say, I’m always good for candy,” Roberto said, holding out his hand with a grin. “I’m Roberto by the way. I’ve seen you around but I’m pretty new. Got here in the middle of that battle we had.”

[winonariyder]

My fire was always too much for them— I burned so brightly, loved so fiercely.

anouk w. (via winterhayl)

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[boywonderbutt]

Avengers 016 (2013)

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@magmaamara

The worst part about hookups was getting back to your room. He’d been told that curfew wasn’t too strictly enforced. But he didn’t feel much like playing the risk game when he was so new. So he crept outside the window, gripping the wall as he moved along the awning in only his sweatpants with his feet and chest bare. He might have been worried if not for the fact that he could always use his flight if needed.

And yet, when he inevitably lost his balance, his reflexes kicked in. Instead of letting himself fall, he jerked himself through an open window, falling with an oof on the floor. He pushed himself up, looking around at his new surroundings. “Oh, shit,” he grumbled, pushing himself up easily and hopping to his feet. “Sorry,” he muttered but not really meaning it as he was too busy thinking about the fact that he didn’t manage to make it all the way to his room. But then he caught the yes of the room’s other occupant. and she was hot. “Oh,” he said, tone completely changing as he shamelessly looked her up and down, “Sorry.”

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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?”

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leitiscrowe:

   “Peachy, with a side of keen.” came the reply, Leitis already covered in blood, though it was unsure how much of it was hers or otherwise; she didn’t seem too worse for the wear, yet, and in fact it began to seep from her clothes and dance across her fingers to be harnessed properly.

  True, it didn’t seem much like something dangerous, but when it soon after whipped through the air before her it sliced clean through the ear of a pursuing mutant, confusing him more than anything as she brought herself around to keep her back to her newfound comrade, feeling it was safest.

   “Thanks for the save? Keep making charcoal, I can generally keep them down if you need.” She said this with a grunt as her free came out to twist her fingers in the air towards a male with no hair that was throwing himself at the brazilian, crippling his movement long enough for Sunspot to turn him to ash.

Roberto smirked, nodding his head. “Wicked,” he told her. Hell, that was a good plan. He reached out, blasting the mutant and watching as he withered to ash. Should he feel guilty? Well, it was survival.

“You are on the side of the school right?” he asked the girl. It would be really awkward if I just turned a teacher of mine to ash.”

His eyes raked around the surrounding area., waiting for any enemy to come towards them. Technically, he realized, the girl could always lie to him. But he was pretty sure he’d guessed right.

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brennancorrigan:

Maybe Brennan should have kept himself locked away in his room. Probably would have done more for the school if he didn’t try to get in the middle of something he was too intoxicated to seriously deal with. Luckily for him he was still alive, but it was taking him twice as long as everyone else to get one guy down.

It seemed like the enemies friends took notice, because before he knew several more people were making their way towards him. “Oh come on…” Brennan mumbles out in frustration, as he pulls his hand back and attempts to muster up enough energy to blast a bolt of electricity towards the mutant that is closest to him.

Relief washes over him as the intruders are inflicted with some serious burns, but upon hearing the others question Brennan’s jaw tightens. What was taking him minutes, this guy did in seconds. He looks over in their direction. They don’t look familiar to him, but with as big of a school as this is it’s no surprise that he doesn’t know somebody. “I was handling that,” he retorts, frustration heavy in his tone.

Roberto arches an eyebrow at him “Yeah, sure.” He catches the frustration and adds, “Wasn’t saying you couldn’t. Just was trying to help. I really don’t know what’s happening, brother.” Understatement.  He had no idea what was happening or who they were fighting.

“You’ve got a wicked mutation man,” he told him  before reaching out and shooting solar flames at another enemy. God, he hoped he was shooting the enemies here. “Legit, I barely know who I’m supposed to be fighting.”