#get!!

[iridescent-king]

💬 hoh

I WISH YOU WOULD TELL ME WHICH HOOKS YOU’VE SABOTAGED BEFORE I WASTE MY TIME GOING TO THEM!

...WE BOTH KNOW THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN THOUGH.

GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!!

[elflady]

At the Celtic festival today, bitches!!!!

[blazingsaza]

[kagazuka]

PETITION TO LET IKISHIMA MIDARI GET SHOT BY JABAMI YUMEKO!!!! 1

[kithtaehyung]

yoongi if you could please let me breathe for a hot sec i would appreciate it

https://twitter.com/gummysmilelover/status/1502598007707115524?s=20&t=nOsec_D_OwDo_RNTEtAzfw

.........oh hell no. what the fck. wh- yoongi?? nope i'm done with him. nope. gone. please give him my nastiest regards i have nothing nice to say to him anymore LMAOOOO

[pyrhass]

kabedon

“Sir Taurus, correct?”

She’s heard of him, but never has had the honor of formally introducing herself. Not that there were many opportunities for such occasion, anyways. He is a senior, and she a mere freshman, simply their classes do not intersect. Truth be told, this is the first time she has seen him in the flesh with her own eyes. Vibrant in color and round in shape, emerald oculars dissect his image piece by piece. She compares reality with the words of students and so far everything seems to pan out. 

Half a face hidden behind behind a mask, chiseled to contour his face in perfection. The white backdrop is accompanied by red markings upon its covering, what they represent she does not know. But the most curious thing is the mounted slits on either side used to represent the eye holes. She wonders just how well he sees with such narrow openings, surely his field of vision is impared. It has to be, because by the looks of it, he can only see ten percent of a whole image. This must be why he blocks her path, he simply hadn’t seen her, at least, that’s what she chooses to believe.

“I’ve heard much about you, perhaps another time we will have the opportunity to properly introduce ourselves, but for now, you’re blocking my way.” His arm extends out to the wall behind her, blocking one of her paths, and with his body being directly placed in front of hers, he blocks yet another path. The close distance imprisons her, makes her feel like a caged bird, and in a way, she is. But she came to Beacon to learn how to leave that cage and spread her wings to fly. Perhaps it is time she starts rattling the cage. 

Her gloved hand comes up, the tips of her fingers gliding softly on his wrist before encircling her fingers around it. The black cloth that surrounds her fingers is the same color as his suit. Dark fabrics bleed together as she takes a hold of him, and in doing so, crinkle the fabric that covers his appendage. “Pardon my rudeness but I really must get going.” Her words come out with ease as she attempts to lower his arm, ensuring to apply delicate force.