#school student club

[schoolseducation]

The Importance of School Student Clubs & Their Benefits

In the rapidly evolving educational landscape, holistic development is no longer just a buzzword but a necessity. While academics remain central to a student’s growth, extracurricular activities, especially school student clubs, play a pivotal role in shaping their overall personality. These clubs, present in the best schools in Pune and around the country, provide students with the opportunity to explore their passions, develop essential life skills, and build a sense of community.

[fatehbaz]

patience being tested. being forced by a bizarre unfortunate situation to adhere to university requirement technicality by taking this simple basic elementary "introduction to environmental history" class.

this class is from facilitators/program which do, like, "history of the American frontier" or "history of fishing and hunting" and still basically subscribe to that old-school twentieth-century idealization and celebration of characters like Teddy Roosevelt and reverence for a mythical arc-of-history-bent-towards-justice narrative of the often-clumsy but ultimately-benevolent US federal government and its mission to "save nature" through the miracle of "sustained yield," while heroic federal land management agencies and "heritage" institutions lead to way, staffed by exceptional individuals (appeals to nostalgia for the frontier and an imagined landscape of the American West; ego-stroking appeals to flattering self-image that center the environmentalist or academic). where they invoke, y'know, ideas like "ecology is important because don't you enjoy cross-country skiing in The Woods with your niece and nephew? don't you like hunting and fishing?" which makes it feel like a time capsule of appeals and discourses from the 1970s. and it invokes concept of "untouched wilderness" (while eliding scale of historical Indigenous environmental relationships and current ongoing colonial violence/extractivism). but just ever-so-slightly updated with a little bit of chic twenty-first-century flair like a superficial land acknowledgement or a reference to "labor histories" or "history from below," which is extra aggravating when the old ideologies/institutions are still in power but they're muddying the water and diluting the language/frameworks (it's been strange, watching words like "multispecies" and "Anthropocene" over the years slowly but surely show-up on the posters, fliers, course descriptions, by now even appearing adjacent to the agri-business and resource extraction feeder programs, like a recuperation or appropriation.) even from a humanities angle, it's still, they're talking at me like "You probably didn't know this, but environmental history is actually pretty entangled with political and social events. In fact, we can synthesize sources and glean environmental info from wacky places like workers' rolls in factories, ship's logs, and poetry from the era." and i'm nodding like YEP.

the first homework assignment is respond to this: "Define and describe 'the Anthropocene'. Do you think 'the Anthropocene' is a useful concept? Why or why not?" Respond in 300 words.

so for fun, right now in class, going to see how fast i can pull up discussion of Anthropocene-as-concept solely from my old posts on this microblogging site.

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I think that the danger in any universal narrative or epoch or principle is exactly that it can itself become a colonizing force. [...] I’m suspicious of the Anthropocene as concept for the very reason that it subsumes so many peoples, nations, histories, geographies, political orders. For that reason, I think ideas like the Anthropocene can be a useful short-hand for a cluster of tangible things going on with the Earth at the moment, but we have to be very careful about how fluid and dynamic ideas become concretized into hegemonic principles in the hands of researchers, policymakers, and politicians. There’s so much diversity in histories and experiences and environmental realities even between relatively linked geographies here in Canada [...]. Imagine what happens when we try to do that on a global scale - and a lot of euro-western Anthropocene, climate change and resilience research risks doing that - eliding local specificities and appropriating knowledge to serve a broader euro-western narrative without attending to the inherent colonial and imperial realities of science and policy processes, or even attending to the ways that colonial capitalist expansion has created these environmental crises to begin with. While we, as a collective humanity, are struggling with the realities of the Anthropocene, it is dangerous to erase the specific histories, power-relations, political orders that created the crisis to begin with. So, I’m glad that a robust critique of the Anthropocene as a concept is emerging.

Text by: Words of Zoe Todd, as interviewed and transcribed by Caroline Picard. “The Future is Elastic (But it Depends): An Interview with Zoe Todd.” 23 August 2016.

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The Great Acceleration is the latest in a series of human-driven planetary changes that constitute what a rising chorus of scientists, social scientists, and humanists have labeled the Anthropocene - a new Age of Humans. [...] But what the Anthropocene label masks, and what the litany of graphs documenting the Great Acceleration hide, is a history of racial oppression and violence, along with wealth inequality, that has built and sustained engines of economic growth and consumption over the last four centuries. [...] The plantation, Sidney Mintz long ago observed, was a “synthesis of field and factory,” an agro-industrial system of enterprise [...]. Plantation legacies, along with accompanying strategies of survival and resistance, dwell in the racialized geographies of the United States’ and Brazil’s prison systems. They surface in the inequitable toxic burdens experienced by impoverished communities of color in places like Cancer Alley, an industrial corridor of petrochemical plants running along the Mississippi River from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, where cotton was once king. And they appear in patterns of foreign direct investment and debt servitude that structure many land deals in the Caribbean, Brazil, and sub-Saharan Africa [...]. [C]limatologists and global change scientists from the University of London, propose instead 1610 as a date for the golden spike of the Anthropocene. The date marked a detectable global dip in carbon dioxide concentrations, precipitated, they argue, by the death of nearly 50 million indigenous human inhabitants [...]. The degradation of soils in the tobacco and cotton-growing regions in the American South, or in the sugarcane growing fields of many Caribbean islands, for example, was a consequence of an economic and social system that inflicted violence upon the land and the people enslaved to work it. Such violent histories are not so readily evident in genealogies that date the Anthropocene’s emergence to the Neolithic Revolution 12,000 years ago, the onset of Europe’s industrial revolution circa 1800, or the Trinity nuclear test of 1945. Sugarcane plantations were already prevalent throughout the Mediterranean basin during the late middle ages. But it was during the early modern era, and specifically in the Caribbean, where the intersection of emerging proto-capitalist economic models based on migratory forced labor (first indentured servitude, and later slavery), intensive land usage, globalized commerce, and colonial regimes sustained on the basis of relentless racialized violence, gave rise to the transformative models of plantations that reshaped the lives and livelihoods of human and non-human beings on a planetary scale. [...] We might, following the lead of science studies scholar Donna Haraway and anthropologist Anna Tsing, more aptly designate this era the Plantationocene. [...] It is also an invitation to see, in the words of geographer Laura Pulido, “the Anthropocene as a racial process,” one that has and will continue to produce “racially uneven vulnerability and death." [...] And how have such material transformations sustained global flows of knowledge and capital that continue to reproduce the plantation in enduring ways?

Text by: Sophie Sapp Moore, Monique Allewaert, Pablo F. Gomez, and Gregg Mitman. "Plantation Legacies." Edge Effects. 22 January 2019. Updated 15 May 2021. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

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Geologists and other scientists will fight over [the definition of the beginning start-date of the Anthropocene] in scientific language, seeking traces of carbon dioxide that index the worst offenses of European empire which rent and violated the flesh, bodies, and governance structures of Indigenous and other sovereign peoples in the name of gold, lumber, trade, land, and power. [...] The stories we tell about the origins of the Anthropocene implicate how we understand the relations we have with our surrounds. In other words, the naming of the Anthropocene epoch and its start date have implications not just for how we understand the world, but this understanding will have material consequences, consequences that affect body and land.

Text by: Heather Davis and Zoe Todd. On the Importance of a Date, or Decolonizing the Anthropocene. ACME An International Journal for Critical Geographies. December 2017. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

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From Aime and Suzanne Cesaire, C. L. R. James, Claudia Jones, Eduoard Glissant, through Sylvia Wynter, Christina Sharpe, and so many others, critical anticolonial and race theory has been written from the specific histories that marked the Black Atlantic. [...] Glissant also reminds us, secondly, of how cunning the absorptive powers of [...] liberal capitalism are - how quickly specific relations are remade as relations-erasing universal abstractions. [...] This absorptive, relations-erasing universalism is especially apparent in some contemporary discourses of […] liberalism and climate collapse - what some call the Anthropocene - especially those that anchor the crisis in a general Human calamity which, as Sylvia Wynter has noted, is merely the name of an overdetermined and specific [White] European man. […] [T]he condition of creating this new common European world was the destruction of a multitude of existing black and brown worlds. The tsunami of colonialism was not seen as affecting humanity, but [...] these specific people. They were specific - what happened to them may have been necessary, regrettable, intentional, accidental - but it is always them. It is only when these ancestral histories became present for some, for those who had long benefitted from the dispossession [...], that suddenly the problem is all of us, as human catastrophe.

Text by: Elizabeth Povinelli. “The Ancestral Present of Oceanic Illusions: Connected and Differentiated in Late Toxic Liberalism.” e-flux Journal Issue #112. October 2020.

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The narrative arc [of White "liberal humanism"] [...] is often told as a kind of European coming-of-age story. […] The Anthropocene discourse follows the same coming-of-age [...] script, searching for a material origin story that would explain the newly identified trajectory of the Anthropos […]. Sylvia Wynter, W.E.B. DuBois, and Achille Mbembe all showed how that genealogy of [White subjecthood] was [...] articulated through sixteenth- through nineteenth-century [historiographies and discourses] in the context of colonialism, [...] as well as forming the material praxis of their rearrangement (through mining, ecological rearrangements and extractions, and forms of geologic displacements such as plantations, dams, fertilizers, crops, and introduction of “alien” animals). […] As Wynter (2000) commented, “The degradation of concrete humans, that was/is the price of empire, of the kind of [Eurocentric epistemology] that underlies it” (154).

Text by: Kathryn Yusoff. “The Inhumanities.” Annals of the American Association of Geographers, Volume 11, Issue 3. November 2020.

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As Yarimar Bonilla suggests in regard to post-Irma-and-Maria Puerto Rico, “vulnerability is not simply a product of natural conditions; it is a political state and a colonial condition.” Many in the Caribbean therefore speak about the coloniality of disaster, and the unnaturalness of these “natural” disasters [...]. Others describe this temporality by shifting [...] toward an idea of the Plantationocene [...]. As Moore and her colleagues write, “Plantation worlds, both past and present, offer a powerful reminder that environmental problems cannot be decoupled from histories of colonialism, capitalism, and racism that have made some human beings more vulnerable [...].” [W]e see that contemporary uneven socioecologies associated with the rise of the industrial world ["the Anthropocene"] are based [...] also on the racialized denial and foreshortening of life for the sacrificial majority of black, brown, and Indigenous people and their relegation to the “sacrifice zones” of extractive industry. [...] [A]ny appropriate response to the contemporary climate emergency must first appreciate its foundations in the past history of the violent, coercive, transatlantic system of plantation slavery; in the present global uneven development, antiblackness, and border regimes that shape human vulnerability [...] that continues to influence who has access to resources, safety, and preferable ecologies [...] and who will be relegated to the “plantation archipelagoes” (as Sylvia Wynter called them) [...].

Text by: Mimi Sheller. “Thinking Beyond Coloniality: Toward Radical Caribbean Futures.” Small Axe (2021), 25 (2 (65)), pages 169-170. Published 1 July 2021. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

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Indigenous genocide and removal from land and enslavement are prerequisites for power becoming operationalized in premodernity [...]; it was/is a means to operationalize extraction (therefore race should be considered as foundational rather than as periphery to the production of those structures and of global space). [...] Wynter suggests that we […] consider 1452 as the beginning of the New World, as African slaves are put to work on the first plantations on the Portuguese island of Madeira, initiating the “sugar-slave” complex - a massive replantation of ecologies and forced relocation of people […]. Wynter argues that the invention of the figure of Man in 1492 as the Portuguese [and Spanish] travel to the Americas instigates at the same time “a refiguring of humanness” in the idea of race. [...] The natal moment of the 1800 Industrial Revolution, […] [apparently] locates Anthropocene origination in […] the "new" metabolisms of technology and matter enabled by the combination of fossil fuels, new engines, and the world as market. […] The racialization of epistemologies of life and nonlife is important to note here […]. While [this industrialization in the nineteenth century] […] undoubtedly transformed the atmosphere with […] coal, the creation of another kind of weather had already established its salient forms in the mine and on the plantation. Paying attention to the prehistory of capital and its bodily labor, both within coal cultures and on plantations that literally put “sugar in the bowl” (as Nina Simone sings) […]. The new modes of material accumulation and production in the Industrial Revolution are relational to and dependent on their preproductive forms in slavery […]. In 1833, Parliament finally abolished slavery in the British Caribbean, and the taxpayer payout of £20 million in “compensation” [paid by the government to slave owners for their lost "property"] built the material, geophysical (railways, mines, factories), and imperial infrastructures of Britain and its colonial enterprises and empire. [...] A significant proportion of funds were invested in the railway system connecting London and Birmingham (home of cotton production and […] manufacturing for plantations), Cambridge and Oxford, and Wales and the Midlands (for coal). Insurance companies flourished [...]. The slave-sugar-coal nexus both substantially enriched Britain and made it possible for it to transition into a colonial industrialized power […]. The slave trade […] fashioned the economic conditions (and institutions, such as the insurance and finance industries) for industrialization.

Text by: Kathryn Yusoff. "White Utopia/Black Inferno: Life on a Geologic Spike". e-flux Journal Issue #97. February 2019. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

[sunnymainecoonx]

Horror's silly I guess..... idk sometimes I just want him to slam people idk

Sighs the man's a little angy don't judge him... Jesus he's ugly

[elysianologists]

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ FALLING, FOR YOU? ( diluc x gn!reader smau )

♪ ༘⋆ synposis ꩜ .ᐟ

the music club was your pride and joy— unfortunately, your grades don't reflect that. thankfully, you happen to be buddy-buddy with the student council president; none other than diluc ragnvindr himself! with the amount of uniform checks he gives you, you might as well be best friends! surely, he wouldn't mind tutoring you in other aspects besides your uniform, right?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ genre: studentcouncil!diluc x bandkid!reader, social media au, modern au, fluff, angst, slow burn, friends?tolovers

⋆⭒˚.⋆ warnings: kms/kys jokes, swearing, ooc characters, beginner writing

⋆⭒˚.⋆ notes: this is my first smau so please be so nice or i will cry. (authored by 💚) here's the playlist for the series, songs will be added as the story progresses.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ started: 10/8/24 finished: tba

⋆⭒˚.⋆ taglist: open! ⭑ send an ask/reply to be added

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ starring: ♬ b major / 𝄢 clowder

‧₊˚✩彡 table of contents ♫ (narrations: 🍓)

꩜ PROLOGUE ⭑.ᐟ better get searching 🍓

꩜ EPISODE 1 ⭑.ᐟ be urself!

꩜ EPISODE 2 ⭑.ᐟ "tutoring" someone

꩜ EPISODE 3 ⭑.ᐟ next couple? 🍓

꩜ EPISODE 4 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 5 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 6 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 7 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 8 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 9 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 10 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 11 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 12 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE 13 ⭑.ᐟ

꩜ EPISODE TBA!! ⭑.ᐟ

‧₊˚✩彡 toc: specials?! ♫ (narrations: 🍓)

꩜ SPECIAL 1 ⭑.ᐟ merry christmas!

[termlnally-caprlclous]

I think i'm getting a little too crazy with the petpet maker-

[tinythiefalex]

Ouran's Giant Host Club: One Shot

A Small Rest

Main Story

Hi! Sorry, I know it's been so long!

I made this quick, short one shot to try and cure my writer's block so I can finally finish episode 2. I can't promise it'll come out any time soon, since my chances for free time are few and far between, but I do promise that I am working on it

Thank y'all for your patience and I hope you like this one shot!

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Giant voices rumbled over Haruhi’s head as she stood on the edge of a page, staring down at the jumbled notes scribbled on it. She took a glance around the rest of the table, covered in blurry drawings and photos that swirled and meshed into a sea of colors that Haruhi couldn’t make sense of. Her mind felt clouded, and she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to be doing. 

The sudden sound of snapping fingers startled the little human from her thoughts, and her vision cleared long enough to look up at the giant boy standing over her, calling her name. 

“Haruhi! Are you even paying attention?” Hikaru asked with a tinge of annoyance in his voice. Haruhi turned her head, noticing Kauru and Tamaki looking at her expectantly. 

“Huh?” She asked after a long blink. Kauru held up a picture of…costumes? 

“We asked which color you think would work best. We can’t agree.” the boy said, pointing to some of the options.

“Oh…yeah um…” she mumbled, rubbing one of her eyes. Now she remembered. She had been put in a group with Tamaki and the twins to discuss plans for an upcoming event. 

“Maybe the, um… the blue?” her words came out slowly, and unsure. 

Tamaki glanced at the twins, then back down at Haruhi.

“...Which blue?” he asked after a moment. 

Haruhi looked back at the options, but found her mind going a bit foggy again. She swayed a bit on her feet as she tried to remember the question she’d been asked. 

Hikaru snapped his fingers again, this time much closer to his tiny clubmate. Haruhi jumped at the loud noise, covering one of her ears.

“Stop doing that…” she said just loud enough for the giants to hear her, barely. All 3 frowned at her slightly slurred words. 

“Are you okay?” Tamaki asked. 

“I’m fine just… didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, I had to study.”  Her answer was an understatement; she hadn’t slept at all. Haruhi shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind, but she just couldn’t seem to focus. 

“Are you talking about that biology test we have coming up?” Kauru said, concerned, “We could have helped you study if you asked, you didn’t have to stay up all night.”

“Yeah, I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one,” Hikaru joked, nudging Haruhi lightly in the side. The poke made her stumble, and as she regained her footing, she noticed Tamaki kneeling down next to the table to be on the human’s level. 

Tamaki’s eyebrows furrowed at his little friend’s state. “How long has it been since you slept?”

Haruhi had to think for a moment. How long had it been? She pulled an all-nighter last night, but had she slept the night before? She couldn’t recall. 

For Tamaki, her silence was answer enough. 

“Alright,” he said decidedly. He lightly smacked his hands on the table as he stood back up. “Come on, let’s go.” 

He scooped Haruhi up into his hands. Her eyes went wide at the unexpected action and she tried to sit up in the giant’s cupped palm. “W-what? Where are we going?”

Tamaki walked over to the pair of lounge couches in the room. He laid down on one before carefully setting Haruhi down on his chest. “We’re just taking a quick break.” 

Haruhi tried to get back up. “But what about-”

“Don’t worry about that,” the giant interrupted. He laid a hand over the human, keeping her from getting up. “We’ll keep working on it after.” 

Haruhi stared up at him for a moment before laying her head back down on his chest. The fabric underneath her was so comfortable, and the large hand gently holding her in place was so warm. She didn't want to stop working, but she could feel her exhaustion pulling her towards sleep.

“Maybe just for a minute,” she said softly, her little eyes drifting shut. 

Tamaki smiled at the sight of his clubmate getting some well-deserved rest. He ran a cautious finger down her small back, rising and falling in slow breaths. 

“Hey boss,” Hikaru walked over to the couches, “you can’t just leave us like that. Kyoya will have our heads if we don’t-”

“Shhhhh…” Tamaki shushed him, pointing down to the sleeping human. Haruhi only stirred a bit at the noise, curling into a little ball. “Kyoya will live. We’ll finish it later.” 

Tamaki placed his other hand over Haruhi, shielding her from the rest of the world, before closing his eyes as well. His tiny friend needed sleep, and that’s all that mattered.

[asheepdraws]

sometimes you must simply commit the ultimate indulgence: drawing you and your friends' ttrpg characters (+a canon one) in the universe of your favorite childhood show 💖🧚

leftmost- Felyn (mine)

center top- Eleni ( @spookytsukki )

rightmost- Motiva ( @doppleghosts )

center bottom- Rowan from magic:the gathering

[thatuselesshuman]

Ik it's a well known fact that high school punishments are highly skewed but I'd like to provide a specific example that happened to me back in the ye olden days of high school

So one day I was being inducted into a club that shall not be named which believed in high achievement, aka high grades, service hours, etc. The ceremony was nothing special, basically just walking across the stage and a couple people giving a speech, so my friend gave me some money to fall and make it a bit entertaining. I accepted, falling as I walked onto the stage.

Now let me put the reactions into perspective, since it's important to the story. When I fell, a couple people gasped and my friends laughed, sure, but otherwise the ceremony went on as usual after that. The ceremony wasn't ruined or even really interrupted.

Now, considering that information, what do you think the punishment was when the principal found out? Maybe a stern talking to? Maybe detention? Or, let's go a little harsher, maybe probation in the club?

What if I told you that not only was I suspended for 3 days, I was also removed from the club along with the Journalism club, which I was also apart of? What if I told you I was then barred from joining either of those clubs again the next year?

Now, you may be thinking that my school was just harsh. Maybe this type of response was normal for all mistakes. What if I told you that the year previously I had reported someone for bullying me (with video evidence) and all they got was a day of detention, without even being removed from the football team or any extracurricular?

Personally, I'd think that'd sound like a load of (true) BULLSHIT

Their reasoning was that the ceremony had always been a solemn ceremony, one that was meant to show off the future leaders. They said my joke had interrupted the intended purpose.

Now if they had told me that previously, their reaction, though still an overreaction, would have made more sense. BUT THEY DIDN'T. THEY BARELY TOLD ME WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO IN THE CEREMONY, LET ALONE WHAT IT WAS ABOUT. I just thought it was a random club initiation, even though it seemed a little fancy. How was I supposed to know that I 'disgraced' the school through falling (only my friends, their parents, and the principal knew it wasn't an accident)?

[thyhauntedmansion]

‼️MINOR RL SPOILERS‼️

@resident-lover

Plan a heist with one and get rid of evidence with the other😌

[kuzcoskingdom]

god i love how malina is somehow able to call kuzco out on the shit he says in his internal monologue and this is somehow never questioned. she's such a legend.

[sunderingstars]

Dice Time! 🎲

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ DICE ROLL #3 — A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD ⌝

based on this post!

word count: 1k

what the stars reveal: tamaharu, post-canon (manga), they’re both in college, tooth-rotting fluff, tamaki being dramatic as usual (affectionate), venting my college frustrations through a fictional character, idk if you can tell but i waxed a little poetic near the end 😳

— congratulations on inspiring my first tamaharu piece! :3

In concept, contracts weren’t difficult to understand. They were simply agreements between parties that created legal obligation for one thing or another. However, the difficulty came with all of their branching paths; implied, fixed price, unilateral — they all had slightly different approaches, small differences that needed to be kept in mind at all times. One misstep could lead to less-than-savory reviews at best and a complete logistic, even illegal, mess at worst.

So… what’s the answer to this damn question?

Haruhi tapped her pencil against the corner of her mouth, shifting the workbook in her lap ever-so-slightly. Maybe, if the page hit just the right angle, the paragraph of text would re-word itself into something comprehensible. Maybe.

After a few tries and meager results, she sighed in defeat. She’d known law school was going to be difficult, sure, but her poor high school self hadn’t known the half of it. Strict deadlines, bad professors, incomprehensible class structures — they were an entirely different experience for someone who went in thinking college was supposed to be… well… helpful. 

She sighed. It was just the late hour getting to her, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. Not when this annoying question didn’t even have anything to do with the current—

“—Haruhi?”

She jumped. Hard. In what could only be described as sheer dumb luck, the flash of blond beside her ducked away just in time to avoid being head-slammed.

Shocked, Haruhi turned her body to peek over the edge of the sofa, settling her chin on the back cushion. Below her was a boyfriend-shaped face, looking back at her with just as much surprise. “Tamak—?”

“—Oh, thank god!” Soft tears began to well at the corners of his eyes, violet and earnest. In a movement faster than she could blink, he was tilting up and over to wrap his arms around her half-twisted form. It was nice — warm and inviting and rose-scented the way it always was — but for a worrying moment, she thought something was wrong. Then, he said: “I thought you’d become a zombie. Like in those scary apocalypse movies.”

Haruhi froze, then sighed. Deeply. 

“There, there,” she said flatly, unfortunately unable to pat him on the back due to the workbook and pencil still hanging in her grasp. Then, before he could start rambling on about the logistics of how he would’ve “definitely taken care of her as a zombie by bringing fresh brains from the morgue back home instead of groceries,” she turned swiftly back to her work, letting the guise of study change the topic of conversation.

Sure enough, less than a moment later she felt Tamaki’s soft-conditioned hair brush against the side of her forehead. “What are you working on?”

His voice was softer, this time, tempered to a murmur above her ear, and she could smell the faint lilac of cologne carried on his breath. 

“Oh, you know,” she shrugged. Gave the workbook a wave. “Just… this.” 

Tamaki hmphed. As if on cue, soothing hands came to rest on her skin, pressing gently at the juncture between her shoulders and neck. She was always vague when stressed, and they both knew it.

“Wanna take a break, then?” he asked.

Instead, Haruhi leaned into the faint knead of his palms, eyes still trained on the page in front of her. “You’d make a good masseuse.”

“Haruhi,” he warned, “you know how I feel about you overworking yourself.” Then, somewhat proudly, “And my services are exclusive.”

Haruhi sighed for the umpteenth time that night. There wasn’t much she could do — she was too tired to deflect Tamaki’s stubbornness, and a break did sound nice. However, she also couldn’t avoid one looming fact: the homework was due tomorrow. Eventually, she made a compromise.

“Fine,” she said. “But only for five minu—”

The warmth behind her was already retreating, shooting around the length of the couch to plop down beside her with an enthusiastic “yes!”. Like an overly-attached dog, Tamaki’s face soon found itself bundled into the crook of her neck, pouting as she put the pencil down but refused to set the workbook aside. It only took one whining “Haruhi…” before she was groaning and setting the papers on the coffee table too. 

With that, Tamaki was free to monopolize her space, humming contentedly as his arms shifted to curl around her torso.

“You’re incorrigible, you know,” she said, eyes crinkling with the beginnings of a smile.

“I know,” he mumbled.

“Happy now?”

A ruffle of hair against her chin as he nodded. “Mhm.”

For the first time in a while, Haruhi didn’t sigh. It always ended like this — Tamaki curling up against her like a personal heater, turning inward like she was all he ever needed. It made her wonder why, sometimes; why he cared so much, why he bothered, why exactly he saw what he saw in her. But it was difficult to hold onto those worries when he was holding onto her even tighter. When he was going out of his way to leave her spare umbrellas on rainy days, to buy her favorite giant tuna at the store, to bring home facemasks with cute little raccoons he said looked “just like her.” It was like he catalogued every little thing about her, kept them pressed in the notebook of his mind like flowers he never let wilt. 

When she sniffled, he shifted to look at her. His eyes bore into her like violets, and when his mouth opened he breathed lilac, words landing rose-tinted against her skin: “You okay?”

In response, she ducked her embarrassingly watery eyes against the sunflower strands of his hair. “Yeah…” Then, she nosed her way to his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Something familiar and warm bloomed in her chest. It unfurled in petals of sunshine and rushing water, and it occurred to her that she must be the luckiest person in the world to feel it.

“…I just love you.”

She didn’t have to see Tamaki’s face to know something was blossoming within him too, curling into a smile on his lips.

“I love you too.”

© written by sunderingstars. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[arafergirl-artdump]

I mentioned RH project i'm working on, i thought i'll keep it a secret until i'll have something meaningful to show, but it's pretty big and my brother liked it so have some CGs.

取り組んでいるリズ天プロジェクトについて話した。何か意味のあるものを見せるまでは秘密にしておこうと思ったのが、それはかなり大きなもので、兄が気に入ったので CG をいくつか用意した。

[cosmicterrorthe8th]

Do you all think that Normals yearbook club that recapped the yearbooks of the past just covered what was in the book or was he trying to get the extra drama too by consulting PPL who were in highschool that year and reading b/w the lines?

Then I would have died to join the club because it would be so entertaining.

Do you think he would have covered the last year's yearbook every year as a back to school special so new kids wouldn't feel like an outsider? And to find good parts of school where he wasn't shunned?

He would redo the last year one everytime a new kid joined mid-year?

Do you think he has done yearbook recaps of the years the kiddads were in highschool and interrogated each of them and their classmates (except Nicky, maybe he got Nickys scoop later but idk if he covered what he got from him in the club). So he knows way too much about their mundane shenanigans and that makes them uncomfy in a way idk

[termlnally-caprlclous]

You know what? I like you. Have furified rh characters.

picrew here

[self-spaghettification]

i’m cooking

[bominikki]

My start

hi to who ever is reading this, this will be my start of posting here as much, mix of fanart, storie´s from my school project´s or just my own ideas, as i hope i can and meet people with same intrest/fans in art, music, culture, fashion, reading & writing as me while share ideas together uplifting eachother.

i will be probably posting project´s 2 times a twice week or 3 on busy day´s

maybe 4 day´s a week on free day´s will see ^-^

some little thing´s about me;

raised in europe so my english suck´s

i watch kdrama (not as often anymore)

i listen to kpop, i stan; enhypen, Red velvet, Sistar, Exo, Ive, stray kids, Twice

going to study media desinger

roblox & cookie run player because i suck at playing games

lmao i like creepypasta & undertale too not so active in the fandom anymore but always open to talk about it

debut or die issss pretty good

( active on X/ twitter @BomiNikki )

more stuff i like ;