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[diczeclipse-blog]

“esforzarse más.” marcos stated as he looked at the other in front of him. he was a spanish teacher so here he was, teaching spanish. “you can do it, you just have to concentrate.” the man said as he looked over at the student that he’d been having a one on one session with.

[robinx]

The teacher asked her to stand in front of the class and tell them about herself, so she stood rigidly and looked at all the strangers’ faces. “Yeah, I’m Robin. I... can’t control my powers. A few years back I got these weird ridges on my nose and forehead and... Well, I’m used to covering it up, hence the makeup,” she gestured to her normal-looking skin, the ridges only visible if you stood up close. “My mom... you know how they can be,” she blushed and pushed the hair out from her eyes, and could feel her irregular skin under the concealer. “So yeah. I don’t know what it is to ‘be’ a mutant. Just... got headaches, a friend saw the commercial for this place, I dropped out of Haverford, and voila. I hope I can... feel comfortable in my own skin in due time,” she said quietly. Her anxiety was soaring from the vulnerability, but she knew she wouldn’t always don her makeup and wig, so if everyone was aware she could look like a freak at any time then maybe she wouldn’t get stares. She didn’t even know what to expect, but suspected school everywhere was always the same (in regards to? bullying? she couldn’t even fathom everything at the moment, she could barely think straight, but she was grateful her mother didn’t insist on showing her around campus on her first day).

She suddenly hoped there were no telepaths (if that was even a thing) in the room. Her eyes widened after she silently called herself a freak and peered around the room.

[x-archived-aksirenx-blog]

“So, wait. You guys have a holiday where you can eat a lot---and for what again??” Aliya pondered the notion behind the turkey-eating event while crinkling her nose. “--That’s pretty fricking cool! What’s for dinner then?!”

[mindfulmanors-blog]

He absolutely could be- should be- asleep right now. But, unlike his students Charles didn’t have a curfew, and like most of his students, Charles wouldn't have given much of a damn about it whether he did or not. Finding him sleeping was sort of like finding a unicorn. 

Tonight was a bit of a bad night- voices too loud, hours too long, bones too weary- so he’d found one of the hidey-holes he and Raven had cut out for themselves in their childhood (at least, one of the few he could still get in with is chair), and hidden away, settling in for a night with the bottle. 

He’d thought he was alone- but, the budding presence in the back of his mind, and the creak of a floorboard somewhere close said otherwise. 

“How likely would you be to believe me if I said ‘this isn’t what it looks like’?” 

[fordoing]

Lounging on a recliner (no need to worry someone will try to cuddle next to him or lean against him, if not for fear of his power than for personal fucking privacy), Kevin felt eerily peaceful. He was used to chatter passing down the halls, the occasional kid screaming or speaking loudly with no personal awareness, and was used to books shuffling. Some days were better than others in regards to his anxiety and power’s hunger, but today all was quiet. Until someone started speaking behind his ear.

“It’s Kevin not Devon,” he moaned and, after a brief pause, turned around. “Good luck getting me outta this seat. I ain’t done with it yet, I’ll sit til my ass gets flat.. And I dun wanna help with, what was it, carryin’ boxes up the stairs? Aren’t there s’pose to be telekin-what-have-yas here? And if ya weren’t aware... yes. I’m procrassining.”

[bonefida-blog]

Moira yawned and rubbed her eyes. Sleep had been particularly evasive and instead of just laying bed until the sun rose, she decided to head down to the danger room. In the days that followed the attack this room had been filled with panicked and eager students, each one wanting to prove that they would be prepared in the case of another attack. 

It had been madness and Moira had just taken advantage of the quieter than normal library. But still, she knew she’d been putting this off for a while. She was just so tired of killing and never feeling like she had a good grasp of her powers. Plus it was a better alternative to her ceiling. 

After a few minutes of hemming and hawing and checking outside the door that there was nobody, Moira pulled off her sweatpants and sweater, leaving her in just a tank top and shorts. It meant her scars were available for anyone who walked in to see but she was banking on it being much too early for anyone to come down. 

Settling herself on the ground, Moira closed her eyes and turned her gaze inwards. She wanted to start at her foundation and that meant learning to evenly strengthen her bones. Her ribs were thick but without reinforcement, they were normally the first to break. They thrummed as she focused on spreading them evenly across her mid-centre, until her entire midriff was covered in a very even layer of bone. Moira opened her eyes and grinned as she struggled to get up in spite of her now solid middle. 

Which meant when her eyes flicked over to the door and saw someone standing there, she lost all her balance and fell right back down onto her ass. 

[itstheprodigalson-blog1]

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.”

[ofpxrkcrs-blog]

“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.