I'm super new to taglists, so bear with me while I try to get all of this figured out! I didn't add a taglist to the new chapter of Beasts because I know that dark fics aren't everyone's thing, but
If you would like to be added to my Beasts in the Boroughs taglist, please comment on this post or send me a message!
And on that note, if you want to be added to a specific taglist, rather than my general taglist (or vice versa), please let me know!
As always, thank you so much to everyone who has supported this little project of mine and Britt's. I appreciate y'all so much.
“ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , “ blood rivered down in a thick stream from the wound at the crown of her head , staining flesh and matting long tresses in crimson . the pulse that thrummed agonizingly at the forefront of her cranium but a mere afterthought ; paling vastly in comparison to what she had endured before . suffering was a long lost lover of hers and she welcomed them with a tender embrace . “ ---- but i suppose i wasn’t the only one being foolish , was i ? “ the sneer that edged at the corners of her brims sharpened with each word that fell from them , 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 , seeping venom from gum to tooth . she was a docile creature...... when left unprovoked .
@niiklausx asked : “ is there anything real about you? “
Moments from top surgery...
Me: the worst thing about top surgery is not being allowed to apply deodorant the morning of.
My mom: ...
My mom: thanks.
Surgeon: what's your cocktail order?
Surgeon: what's your cocktail of choice?
Me: … I'm not sure I underdstand?
Surgeon: oh, it was just a silly joke, since the anesthesiologist is about to give you a cocktail of drugs-
And that right there is where my memory cuts out.
Nurse: *phoneing my surgeon who was elsewhere in the hospital* he's already woken up.
Nurse: your most recent patient??
Surgeon: Really? No, he can't be.
Nurse: He certainly is - he's up and eating graham crackers.
(I could hear the nurse when she was talking on the phone, and then when the nurse came over she told me the rest)
Me: I wonder how long it'll take for my brain to catch up.
My mom: well you know how amputees often can still feel phantom limbs---
Me: PHANTOM BOOBS omg.
Me: (upon arriving home) oh thank goodness I can finally put on deodorant.
Me: *attempts to apply deodorant*
Me: Mom--- Can you please help me my armpits are numb and I have no idea what I'm doing----
Me: *working on emptying my drains*
Me: *squeezes out bulb into measuring cup*
Me: ah yes. Forbidden cranberry juice.
My mom: please never say that again.
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