#(it was delayed

[cherrypink-t]

So I’m just not having the best time right now. Yesterday was supposed to be the day of my top surgery before it had to be rescheduled and I’m just, I don’t even know cause sad isn’t the right word, feeling defeated maybe? Disheartened? It feels wrong to use stronger words than that if I’m being honest, because technically it’s just an extra two months. It feels like forever though.

When I got the first date and it was two months out I was so excited. It just seemed so close, like I could go to bed and then I’d finally get what I’ve been asking for since I was 13. But now, this two month period just seems like it’ll take forever. Like all the joy has been sucked out of this.

I’m still mad at my aunt for giving me (and everyone else in the house) covid and causing this. She didn’t take any precautions (she’s a fucking anti-vaxxer and didn’t even have the curtesy to wear a mask on an airplane) and now I have to deal with it. Everyone else has basically forgiven her for the whole mess but I just can’t. Every time I see her I’m just filled with rage, I can’t stand being in the same room as her. And honestly, I hate that she got better. I wish she was still sick, and I wish she was still in pain. Maybe that’s an awful thing to want but I really don’t care. I just can’t get over the fact that she not only fucked me over but put multiple people in the house in danger (there is more than one person here who could be considered high risk) and just gets away with it. Like tf? Why am I the only one still pissed about this?

[everythingoeslwt]

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[a-night-on-polaris]

Oh man.

The list ‘Things that scares me’ has been updated.

[monkeyknives]

Fire Rebuked

The long locks of blond hair fell to the floor as the scissors weaved through them. A sound of metal grinding against metal reverberated throughout the room. The man, whom had been cutting his own hair, stared at himself listlessly and paid close attention to the angle and the strands he cut.

There wasn't too much hair. In fact, it was mainly just his bangs and a small portion that trailed down the small of his back. It was just that he mandated that his hair be between his shoulderblades and above the small of his back. This was the minimum and maximum; there was no inbetween.

The silence, other than the scissors cutting hair, was interrupted by the sound of a door closing behind him. Zidane could feel his lips lining into a lopsided smile as he turned to face what he assumed to be his love.

He wasn't wrong. He just wasn't happy when he saw what was to come.

Garnet, no, Dagger collapsed on her knees, fingers curling against the stone floor. Each fingernail that scraped against the floor left small, linear, white blemishes as the darkness started to take over. Zidane would have reached out; he would have tried to hold her, but he was too late. From the abyss' cavern, dark tendrils enveloped the petite girl and dragged her under. Soon, the gaping maw of a dark monstrosity emerged. Tangible, but elastic. Ethereal, yet humanoid.

It was only when Zidane could describe the monster that he was forced out of the window due to an explosion from within. From the fire that lingered, dark beasts marched forward with darkness backing its way.