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[calm-kamil-blog]

Somebody That I Used To Know II Skye & Claire

Moving in to his new dorm wasn’t very difficult, Skye really only had some clothing and other essentials to his name. The dorm was otherwise empty at the moment and unpacking wasn’t a hassle at all, he expected to feel something--a sense of a shift in his life--but so far there had been nothing. Skye wasn’t a stranger to sharing a space with other people.

At least, other people that he didn’t already know.

After getting settled in, Skye picked up his hand mirror and comb, not being able to tidy himself up since he stepped foot on campus bothered him, and he wanted to groom himself before meeting any new faces.

Silvery hair fell over green eyes that focused on the mirror in front of them, a comb passing over again and again until the door opened with a soft click.

“Hm?” Skye looked up and nearly dropped the hand mirror.

Straight blonde hair, sky blue eyes...No way.

Seeing an ex of his first thing at his new school caused Skye’s usual confidence to falter, and after a moment of letting himself be surprised, he snapped back into his usual personality.

“Long time no see, beautiful.”

[meekhearted-blog]

Hot Air & Matches || Claire & Jamie

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“Hey, Miss Chickadee. Don’t you think you’d be better off playing on the ground like a good shortstack?”

Their days always started like this. Today, it looked as though she was stacking books on the top shelf, so he did as he always did. He came in, armed with some snark and gunpowder, prepared to go out with a bang and a trail of smoke. She and the rest of the Student Council members were the most irritating group of ‘Do-gooders’ around, since they never knew how to stop sticking their noses into his personal life. Claire was the worst bunch, since she wasn’t even subtle about biting back. And she flaunted her position as though it could compensate for all the things she was lacking. They wouldn’t meet eye to eye even if he ducked down to her level.

But, for the irony of it all, it was always a casual affair, no matter how many matches they lit. They would take shots at each other and then he would go about his business like it was nothing, as she would with her’s. And rinse and repeat. Jamie didn’t have the faintest idea of how the other members put up with it, but, again, it wasn’t like he cared. 

With his own stack of papers to handle, he had enough on his own plate to mind his own business. However, a smirk played on Jamie’s lips as he dropped his stack of papers on the table, and he turned to lean back on it casually. He took the time to look up at her once as a sort of charitable gesture. She should consider herself lucky. “One day, you’re going to be in over your head and do something stupid.” (Today, you’re just in over my head), he thought to himself.  “Heh. Do you need someone taller to switch off with you?”

“Not that I’m offering or anything.” Jamie pulled out a chair not-so-subtly, and ceremoniously seated himself.  Pen out and reading glasses on, he was whisked away in signatures and crosschecking without so much as a second thought for the girl whose head was filled with hot air and matches.

[radishingchef]

Miso Sorry Soup || Claire and Raeger

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Even though Raeger wasn’t in his dorm often, he liked to keep it tidy every now and then. That way when he is in the room, he didn’t feel so disorderly. He threw away trash and organized books, folders, and other things alike. 

“Oh, it’s you,” he observed.

He didn’t get a chance to properly get to know Claire. His first impression of her was that she liked to live on the “wild side” to put it nicely. He didn’t know much about her besides her name. He did know that she made a lot of noise that one night after the pool party. 

[4-pete-sake-blog]

Hansen and Hanson | Pete & Claire

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Statistics... one of the classes Pete was pretty okay at, but loathed the most. It was also fairly fast to get from that class to the previous one, so there he was, clicking his pen on the table, being bored, watching the room slowly fill in. Pete laid his head down until the teacher cleared his throat and started calling for roll. He taps his toe and listens for his last name.... which for some reason the teacher was one of those people that calls roll by last names. Lifting up his head, he rests it on his fist. 

“Hansen?” The teacher’s voice rang out and Pete responded. “Here!” but... that was weird, did someone else just say ‘here’, too? He scanned the room, looking for who else said it. It was definitely a girl- he trails off in his head as he searches around the room, he spots a blonde that could have said it as the teacher repeats and clarifies that there seems to be two different Hansens... Hansons? He checks them off off the list. Pete lets out a small sigh of relief and goes through the motions, taking notes and listening what the teacher had to say after the whole ordeal. 

[ceule]

For all of you out of school for the summer! This is an avalanche and it just keeps falling. I cut this video at :40 seconds. 😆 You’ll know you’re an adult when you immediately think of the poor janitorial crew that will probably get shafted having to clean up all of this paper. Speaking of an avalanche of paper, let’s look closer at paperless schools as a model going forward. Lower those carbon footprints a bit would only do good. . Not my video. Not Tallywood’s either but that’s where I got it. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Enjoy. . . . #schoolsoutforsummer #paperless #paperavalanche #paperavalanchewarning #tiktok #paperlandslide #saveatree #gogreen💚 #onlineschool #paperlessoffice #paperfree #adulting #futurist #savetheplanet https://www.instagram.com/p/CPl4Hm5peJy/?utm_medium=tumblr

[politics-and-portfolios]

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A single stem of alstroemeria is delivered to Gill’s dorm, the note attached stating that it was “From Anonymous.” Claire was making sure every student got at least one flower during the holiday, so she randomly began to hand out flowers regardless of meaning, only putting that they were from an anonymous sender. 

“An Alstroemeria...” Gill observes, muffled by his face mask. He certainly was not expecting anything other than yellow carnations this year, assuming his feelings towards a large amount of the student body were mutual.

Alstroemeria meant wealth and good fortune, if he remembered the interpretation guide correctly. He certainly desired a lot of that. These days, wealth and good fortune make or break a person, and he appreciates this anonymous sender’s well-wishes in that sense.

[ofstarsandbooks-blog]

A bouquet of purple irises was placed on Mr. Alexander’s desk, a note underneath the vase. It read, “Thank you for being a wonderful librarian. You’ve been a huge help to me in my studies and I can’t thank you enough for what you do. -Claire Hanson.”

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – The name he sees on the note that came with the purple irises are familiar. Claire Hanson, more known to him as a hardworking student than the student body vice-president. She belongs to the few who stays beyond the library hours and while he admires the dedication, he knows students like her need to balance their study life and not prioritize it over sleep. He’s a hypocrite when it comes to that regard, but it doesn’t mean he can’t scold others for not having a healthy lifestyle. ⌟ 

[queenvitch-blog]

✿ claire ✿

@paperavalanche

A single white rose is delivered to Ms. Ire’s desk, the note attached stating that it was “From Anonymous.” Claire was making sure every student and teacher got at least one flower during the holiday, so she randomly began to hand out flowers regardless of meaning, only putting that they were from an anonymous sender. 

The anonymity certainly frustrated Vivi, but to be given a white rose didn’t seem all that bad. Vivi pressed the lone flower close to her nose and loosened up as the aroma reached her senses, calming her down significantly. She’ll figure out the sender next time~ it’s the thought that counts!