Todays The Day Bitches

todays the day bitches

dad: hey, what do you want for your birthday?

me:

so now that we all agree infinite darkness was kinda. bad. can i just say i wasn't very happy that they chose his re2r voice actor? if they're gonna make him look a whole lot older (even though he's like, what? 27?) they should've picked matthew mercer to voice him. or, make him look a little younger. the voice just didn't match to me and it honestly felt weird to watch.

don't get me wrong, i absolutely love his design and such. i just felt off about it even before it actually released.

hey guys !! if y'all don't hear for me for a while it's because the american education system considers me a failure ❤️

happy trans day of visibility and a reminder to my fellow trans people:

whether you're out or not, you're valid

whether you don't know your pronouns yet, you're valid

and even if you say fuck all to the binary, you're super fucking valid

we are all swag in our own ways. make the most of it

staying at a hotel with an arcade was a mistake im now addicted to getting those fucking injustice character cards

tw: idk but i feel like i should put something here bc it's death stranding. y'all already know.

small, first person story of higgs waking up after returning from the seam. it's been in my docs for a while and i never posted it. so have at it.

Death doesn't stop the tide

Darkness. It's the only thing I see before I realize my eyes are closed. I'm suspended in the air with only a moment to look at the sky before being jerked down to the ground. God, I really need a cigarette. It's what guys in daddy's movies used to say when bad things happen. Or I could use a beer right about now. I never really understood it until I found out I can repatriate. ‘Cause this shit sucks ass.

I'm not able to properly collect my thoughts before I start gagging. I can feel my intestines trying to rid themselves of something I didn't ingest. Before I'm able to stand up, I'm puking out a tar-like substance. I can hear daddy’s voice yelling at me for letting it out on the floor. If my throat wasn't sore I'd laugh it off. I manage to push myself at least a foot away from my black shit pile. It's only a reminder I have to live out this miserable life.

I heard stories that repatriates are supposed to remember their time in the seam. I'm not sure if they're fake stories meant to poke fun at me or if I just can't remember. There's talk of some guy remembering it all. Sometimes I wish I could be like him. He's a fucking hero! He isn't tied down by some company and does a few hard orders. I don't remember his name but I'd love to be like him someday. Though I have to say I'm a little cooler. He probably doesn't have what I have.

Which reminds me. . .

My ability to sense the monsters is getting real dim. I know what it takes to get it back but I don't know if I can do it. There aren't very many bad people around these parts. Just young preppers who still have plenty of time left to live their life. But I need the power. It's the only thing keeping me safe and alive out here.

No, I'm not gonna worry about that now. I need to get up and figure out where I am. And that's what I do. Patting off any dirt that accumulated on my suit, I check my surroundings. It isn't a lot to go off of. Dirt, grass, trees, rocks, tar, all normal for this side of the continent. I can pretend to know where I am– Just for now. I manage to stand up fine on the third try, the world just barely spinning by now.

I've been dying my whole life. I should be used to this by now and just when I think I'm fine- Gah, it fucking hurts. Like my ribs haven't yet fit back into the spot they're supposed to be in. My brain is too fuzzy to remember how I died, but I know it'll come back to me in a few minutes. Which just means I have to relive the horror of whatever it was. my day barely started and I’m already wishing for it to be over.

I just… I just need to keep moving. There’s plenty more orders to fill before lunch time.