#surviivorx

[bountyman]

@surviivorx

          The sky was still grey in the early morning light and the air still cool. The sun had yet to crest the hills that surrounded the ranch, faint rays only just reaching over the horizon like thin arms stretched in a yawn. Everything was quiet. For the moment.

          “Alright, Goldilocks, square up those shoulders now...” Josh gently nudged at her arms, carefully moving her into position. He had been hesitant for a long while about letting Charlotte even get near any of his guns, but after a lot of thought and the troublemakers he’d caught prowling around his ranch, he finally decided that teaching her a thing or two about firearms might not be such a bad idea.

          “This is just a BB gun, but you’re gonna treat it like it like it’s any other firearm, hear?”

[hawkinsninth-a]

@surviivorx from x

Braces.

Kelly’s tongue runs across the top row of her own teeth, trying to imagine the feeling of a wire running across them. It seemed...uncomfortable. How did it stay on? Were they screwed into the teeth? Was Charlotte still able to eat with them there?

“How do they help?”

[crownsgambit]

@surviivorx​ ♥’d for a small starter

          Thomas had felt her watching him for a while now. It wasn’t so uncommon for people to stare, really. He was a well-known man in both business and sporting circles. People noticed. But the sorts of people who recognized him usually weren’t teenage girls. Thomas sighed and finally lowered his newspaper. 

          “Can I help you?”

[impossiiblegiirl]

@surviivorx   ||  cont.

Wasn’t an entirely   FAVORED   subject, and she would have rather crawled than burden someone else with its knowledge or talk about it at all, but Clara deserved an explanation.   Why she could be restless, and obsessed.  So long as she sat across from her on the couch, sharing a pack of  MALTESERS   with keen ears.   But it didn’t ease the fraying nerves beneath calm exterior.

It wasn’t as   EASY   as saying she was a teacher or a consultant, it was more complicated and complex.  And Clara lived in England, Charlotte’s home was still in the confines of California.   If there ever existed the safest place, it would be here or the TARDIS.

To say the least, it was just…   EMBARRASSING.

❝ I actually don’t go to school. ❞   She then canted her head to one side.   ❝ When I was   SIX,   some things happened and for about 10 years, I kind’a…   had to teach myself everything I know now.   All I remember is my  DUMB   piano recital. ❞   Bits and pieces of it.   ❝ My early mornings I get to keep my pajamas on. ❞

Charlotte posed a broad smile, stealing another piece of chocolate.   ❝ Thank god too, I   WEEP   for the kids who have to deal with teachers   LIKE YOU. ❞   She teased, of course.

CURLED  UP  ON  HER  very  comfortable  sofa,  Clara  had  somehow  -  she’s  quite  proud  of  herself  for  it  -  figured  out  a  way  to  bribe  Charlotte  to  sit  and  talk.    Honestly,  she  saw  a  lot  of  herself  in  the  girl,  keeping  things  to  herself  after  a  trauma.    Not  that  losing  her  mother  seemed  to,  for  the  little  she’d  learned,  been  even  a  fraction  as  painful  as  what  Charlotte  had  been  though.    But  that  still  didn’t  make  them  different  in  the  regard  where  it  truly  mattered.

AND  IT’D  WORKED,  TO  her  great  pleasure,  as  Charlotte  was  finally  talking,  allowing  her  to  be  a  sympathetic  ear.    She  would  admit  her  eyebrows  rose  quite  a  bit  at  Charlotte’s  confession,  already  wondering  just  how  far  behind  -  if  at  all  -  the  girl  was.    Charlotte  was  nothing  but  extremely   intelligent;  she  convinced  herself  couldn’t  be  terrible.    But  she  said  nothing,  not  yet,  simply  listening.

BUT,  SHE  COULDN’T  HELP  but  laugh  at  the  jab  the  girl  so  deftly  tossed  at  her,  nearly  choking  on  her  latest  Malteser,  covering  her  mouth.    “  I’ll  have  you  know  my  students  love  me!  “    With  another  chuckle,  she  smiled  at  Charlotte,  reaching  out  to  pat  at  her  hand.    “  If  you  ever  need  a  second  opinion  or  an  explanation  for  something,  I’m  available  always.    It’s  radical,  I  know,  but  teachers  have  great  ideas  about  how  to  learn  things  easier  and  faster.  “

[forvirtue]

surviivorx replied to your post: outofkeystrokes; skgalg ‘braciegracie’ is free.

YES. Y E S.

I’M NOT CHANGING MY URL TO BRACIEGRACIE

[inastracaput]

Pepper looked over at the sound of footsteps, her brows knitting together a moment as she moved to slip her heels back on. “Hi-- you look a little lost?” She stood, smiling at the young woman and wondering where she’d come from. “I’m Pepper... is there something I can help you with?”

@surviivorx ;; starter from pepper

[agntwells]

@surviivorx ;; cont’d

[ msg  ::  lizzie mcweller ]   WELCOME TO THE MILE LOW CLUB

[ msg  ::  lizzie mcweller ]   tall people don’t understand the pain we go through

[ msg  ::  lizzie mcweller ]   kitchen climbing should be an olympic sport, tall people will never be able to know what that win feels like

[ msg :: lottie ] THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME, IT WON’T BE THE LAST. [ msg :: lottie ] listen, it’s not the main reason, but it’s definitely gotten onto the list of reasons i married bucky. [ msg :: lottie ] having a tall person around definitely makes my life easier. especially grocery shopping.

[ihadfaith-blog]

@surviivorx ;; starter call

Peggy could smell something delicious wafting from around the corner, brows pulling together as she rounded it to find the break room and a small blonde. “Is that... tea?” She asked, likely looking more enthused than she needed to be, but Christ she hadn’t had a good cup in what felt like too long. “You wouldn’t happen to have any extra, would you? Every other bloody person around here drinks coffee and I still can’t manage to stomach it unless I’ve been drinking first.”