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lance/trinity + taylor swift → ME!

⤿ "I promise that you'll never find another like me."

#; ≡≡≡ just a teenage mystic #avalanchiing #; ≡≡≡ otp: lance / trinity { stand by me }#; aesthetic

@avalanchiing Catalyst watched nervously, staying mostly the doorway shadows as Lance awoke to find the puppy. The mix had been the most bashful at the shelter and the smallest. So of course that was the one Catalyst had selected : the tiniest runt ever. Totally not a psychological projection. The pup had been microchipped with a special design courtesy of Hank McCoy that would let them know via a phone app of it was her or Mystique. Cat had taken several other precautions with her as well backup arguments, pointing out he was the one that fixed this hell hole into a livable house, team moral, et cetera. " You are right Lance, there IS a dog here. I hope you like your daughter." Catalyst responded picking up the dog and sitting on the bed beside Lance. Hand reaching out to smooth down a few of those unruly cowlicks.

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— SHE RECOGNISES HIM from school. and from fighting the brotherhood but hey, that’s not her fault, she just does what the other’s tell her to. still, spotting him out in this weather, she picks up her pace then slows again as she reaches his side, throwing him a sharp-toothed grin. ❝ hey, you got caught out in this ororo-storm-rage too huh? where’s the rest of your lil’ crew? ❞

#avalanchiing #[ cor walking up behind lance: *jaws theme* ]#ive got powers that you cant deny | verse iv. }#and so the tide pulls away | queue. }

@avalanchiing There was one of him, and easily nine or more of them. Him being the boy that had wandered into their woods, trespassed on their territory, and then had the gall to change and hunt there last night. “Did you think you wouldn’t be found?!” demanded one of the women, “You left your scent all over the place, clumsy brat!” Indeed he had. It was how they had come to find him here this morning, after his transformation back to human, curled among the leaves, clad in nothing but scratches from the night before. They had circled around him, as real wolves do around their prey. “Don’t you know who’s woods these are?” said one of the men as they got closer. He sounded eager rather than angry. One got the sense that if he’d been in wolf form, he’d have been salivating. “Perhaps he doesn’t,” said another man, and his voice was not angry or bloodthirsty as the others. He was the farthest back, and the center of their circle, directly across from the boy. He was tall, with long red hair bearing two gray streaks. He approached, and the others parted around him, stepping back from him even when he wasn’t close to them. When he reached the boy, he crouched down, and put a hand out. “You had no idea what you were doing, did you? Look at you. You’re my son’s age. This might be your first change. Is it? You didn’t know you were in anybody else’s land, did you?” His tone suggested not that he was actually asking the boy this, but that he was assuming it already was the case, that he’d had no idea, that he was innocent, that he was new, that he wasn’t in trouble. “My name is Fabian Cortez,” he said in the same easy, kindly, calm tone, “This is my pack, and they’re a little upset---we do have good reason for not wanting strange wolves here---but it’s going to be fine. I don’t think there was any harm done. What’s your name, son? You’re among friends---even if it probably doesn’t seem like it right now.”

#avalanchiing #i had the idea so I thought I'd just write it up and post it #hope that's ok!#let me know if you need anything changed

Play Something For Me?

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Mattie had been playing the piano since she was eight years old, and she practiced whenever she could. Music was something that always relaxed her, but while she was quiet skilled, she was much too self conscious to share this talent with anyone. At the moment, she was in the school’s music room, playing her favorite piece while she waited for her boyfriend to get out of detention.

#avalanchiing #rp #hope this is okay!

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Kurt bit his bottom lip. Should he? It wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? He was late all the time anyway, and he had faked being sick a few times when his inducer was on the fritz to get out of class. How was this any different? He’d just be able to get homework from some of the others and he would be all good. He nodded to himself.

“Sounds good then.” He put up a smile as he continued following Lance, though he wondered if he should just suggest he teleport them somewhere instead of trying to be sneaky like this. If anything that made this whole ordeal more stressful.

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Ezzie was drunk, like ‘white girl trying to make friends with everyone’ drunk. Personal space was a social construct and Ezzie was definitely unaware of it. She grabbed onto his arm with the hand not holding her plastic cup and leaned in close. "Your hair looks so soft.” The tiny teen took a drink from her cup, no way she should be having more alcohol at this point but she’d forgotten where the juice was and had even forgotten juice was an option. “Can I braid it?”

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