#Armon Jay

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Jay Armon

Dear Christmas

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Armon Jay - Edge Of the Dark

[tacticalhimbo]

TRANS DAY OF REMEMBRANCE 2024

Don't have the spoons to make a spiel about how solidarity in and out of the community is important, but wanting to highlight that as is. We need to speak out and show up for those who fight alongside us, and for those we've lost*.

*Remember: Any concrete numbers you see statistics wise are not 100% accurate. The violence against us, especially our BIPOC siblings, are majorly under-reported.

Here are some organizations and resources to share around, with attributions and pronouns (as of writing the post). I'll section this off based on what type of resource/org they are... more or less--

Archival.

2600 Pages of Hate: Transphobia and Fascism by maia crimew (It/She)

Black Trans* Oral History Project by Blu Bachanan (They/Them) and Naomi Simmons-Thorne (She/They)

Digital Transgender Archive by K.J. Rawson (He/Him) et al.

LGBT+ Intersectionality, a Google Drive full of Resource Books

The Mirror Memoirs by Amita Swadhin (They/Them), Jaden Cervantes-Fields (He/Him), and Bilen Berhanu (She/Her)

NYC Trans* Oral History Project

The Trans* Library (Carrd)

University of Victoria Transgender Archives (Canada)

Varied.

Baltimore Safe Haven, established by Iya Dammons (She/They).

Bklyn Boihood, established by Black masculine-of-center queer and trans people of color.

Black Trans Femmes in the Arts, established by Jordyn Jay (She/Her)

Black Trans* Travel Fund, established by Devin Michael Lowe (He/They) and Morticia Godiva (Her/Shey)

Brave Space Alliance, established by trans and gender non-conforming individuals.

FedUp Collective, established by Zain Lugay (They/He), Sam (They/Them), Cody (He/Him), Ian (He/Him), JO Walduck (She/They), et al.

For the Gworls, established by Asanni Armon (They/Them; Sources Vary)

The Gender Affirming Letter Access Project, established by transgender, nonbinary, and allied mental health and medical providers.

"The Gender Binary" is a Misnomer; Gender Has Always Been a Hierarchy by Talia Bhatt (She/Fae)

Privilege, Power, and Pride: Intersectionality within the LGBT Community by Kittu Pannu (He/Him)

The Okra Project, established by Gabrielle Inès Souza, Max Rigano, and Celyna Jackson (Pronouns Unknown).

Organización Latina Trans in Texas, , established by Anandrea Molina (Ella/She, Rigoberto Reyes/Monika Adams (Él/Ella/She/He), Gia Pacheco (She/Ella), Danny Lopez (Él/He), Noemi Garza, Barby Ledesma, Vanessa Garcia, and Kassandra Rivas (Pronouns Unknown).

Princess Janae Place, established by Jevon Martin (He/Him) and Dani Farrell (He/They).

The Transgender Education Network of Texas, established by various BIPOC trans community members.

Trans*, Gender Variant, and Intersex Justice Project, established by Janetta Johnson (She/Her), zy'aire nassirah (He/Him), zen "zee" mills (She/Her), van dell (They/Them), Valentine McClain (They/She), eli b. (They/He), et al.

TransgenderNI (Northern Ireland) / Belfast Trans Resource Centre, established by trans community members.

TransInclusiveGroup, established by Tatiana Williams (She/Her/Goddess), Krys Gordon (She/Her), Adrianna Tender (She/Her/Diva), Mei-Lan Diaz (They/Them), and Na'stacia Buchanan (She/Her).

Trans Latin@ Coalition, established by Paolo Coots (She/Her/Ella), Arianna Inurritegui-Lint (She/Her/Ella), Alexa Rodriguez (She/Her/Ella), et al.

Trans* Needle Exchange, established by Oliver (Pronouns Unknown).

And remember, community is what keeps us alive.

It is important to call out bigotry in our spaces; important to let those here know we value them and their existence. Do not solely fight for those who are gone, fight for those who are living with us here and now.

Let the folks in your lives and in your communities know you care about them. Listen to them. Learn from them. None of us are free until all of us are free.

Which is why I'm also going to drop broader-focus organizations and resources for the global community:

alQaws for Sexual & Gender Diversity in Palestinian Society

Canadian LGBTQ+ History

India's LGBTQ+ Movement

LGBTQ+: A Troubled History in Mexico

LGBTQ+ Orthodox Jewish Education (PDF)

LGBTQ+ Narratives in Pakistan

LGBTQ+ Rights Ghana Support Fund

Nigeria's Queer History

Queer Activism in Africa

Queer Nigerian Emergency Fund

Feel free to add onto this (preferably with more grassroots kinda stuff/individual spotlights; anything goes long as it's vetted really).

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Marigolds: A Day of the Dead Story || Jay Halstead x Halstead sister

It could have turned out better, but many inconveniences occurred that made me finish writing hastily. Anyway, I wanted to share it. Might end up delating it, though.

You'll find some songs to armonize this story at the end of the post.

"So, what's the name of this girl, again?" Jay asked from the kitchen while he was cooking dinner.

Sitting on the living room floor, her eyes fixed on the papers and books scattered across the coffee table, Becca replied slowly and deliberately, trying to pronounce each sound correctly, "Ca-ta-li-na."

"Catalina," he muttered to himself, then turned back to his sister. "I don't remember her."

"Yeah, that's because she's new at school. I think her family just moved to Chicago."

"Hmm," Jay hesitated, "Don't you prefer to invite them over here?"

"No."

"I can bring paperwork home. Your friends have been here before," he continued, trying to persuade her.

"Nope. We decided to go to her house because her mom still doesn't know how to move around the city."

Becca left the pen she was writing with, turned to face her brother, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Well, kind of. I don't know her or her family at all. Where does she live, again?"

Becca smiled. "I guess you never stop being a cop."

"Hey!" the detective shot back, "I'm just looking out for you. Any other parent, or big brother in this case, would do the same," he winked.

"Yeah, yeah," she went back to her homework.

The siblings sat comfortably in front of the TV: Jay with his feet on the coffee table, and Becca with her legs crossed on the sofa. Both had their plates on their laps, having dinner while catching up with their favorite crime show.

"That would never happen!" Jay would exclaim from time to time, to which Becca would simply roll her eyes.

This was a typical evening for them, unless Will was there to scold them for not eating at the table "like civilized people," as he would say.

"Okay, you can go to your friend's house, only because it's for homework," Jay said as the ending credits of the show rolled.

"Thanks, I guess?"

"...but I'll drive you there."

"Fine."

"...and I will walk you to the door. I want to meet her mom and take a look at the place where you're staying."

"Jay–"

"Don't you dare make that face at me, Becca Marie!" He pointed at her with his finger.

"Ugh, whatever you want. It's your time to waste, anyway."

The next day after school, Becca had to spend some time at the 21st district before her brother could take her to Catalina's home.

"This should be the house," Jay called his sister before she got out of the truk. "Hey, if anything happens, if you just feel uncomfortable, give me a call, and I'll pick you up, okay? Anything, even if you think it's nonsense."

"Yes, detective," Becca turned her eyes, mocking him.

But Jay was serious. "I mean it." As he had warned, he got out of the car to walk her to the entrance.

After a few knocks, a girl about the same age as Becca opened the door, and a delicious smell wafted out of the house, something they had never smelled before.

At the same time, a voice came from the back part of the house, "Cata, who is it?" But before the girl could answer, a woman hurriedly approached the entrance, drying her hands with a kitchen towel, making it obvious that she had interrupted something because of their arrival. That's how Jay met Mrs. Aragón, Catalina's mother, and as both adults stayed there talking, the girls ran upstairs.

"It smells delicious," Becca couldn't help but point out.

"Yes," Catalina answered proudly, "My mom is baking…", but suddenly she seemed to be ashamed of something.

"What?"

"Nothing," she ended the conversation by opening the door to her room, where two other girls were already working on their school assignment.

It didn't take them long to finish their homework, and as they were waiting for their moms to pick them up, they chatted and laughed. Becca sent a text to let Jay know she was done, to which he immediately answered with "Give me five minutes," and she knew very well that those 5 minutes could turn into 5 hours. Everything was going well until all the other girls had left, and Becca remained alone.

"Becc, do you need a ride?" one of the moms offered, "I can take you, that's all right, honey."

"Thank you! But my brother will come for me," she replied. She didn't like it when that happened, and it was quite often. She knew all the other moms looked at her with pity, as if she was abandoned, which wasn't true. It was just that she didn't have a full-time mom to drive her around whenever it was needed. Jay did his best to take care of her.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Mrs. Aragón asked Becca.

"Uh, I don't think so. My brother should be here any minute," she instinctively checked her phone.

"Don't worry," her smile was warm, and her voice soothing, "You can stay here as long as you need, no pasa nada," the woman continued when she noticed the girl looking at the clock. "It's getting late, so I'll prepare a plate for you, just in case."

Then, she received a call from Jay, whose tone was anguished.

"I'm so sorry, Becc. I got stuck at the district; I can't leave right now. Ask your friend if you can stay a little bit longer," he said the sentence, but then regretted it, knowing how nervous his sister was. He knew she must be uncomfortable being alone in a new house with new people. He also thought about how the other moms would have seen her being left behind, a thing that he also hated.

"Okay, let me just ask…" The truth was that she was feeling pretty welcome and cozy with the Aragóns.

"No, you know what? I'll send a patrol to pick you up and bring you here."

"A patro–? Jay, no way, don't you dare. It's alright, I can stay here a bit more. They invited me to have dinner, so…" She turned to see her new friend, who nodded in approval.

There was a bit of silence on the other side of the line, then a deep sigh, "Do you want to?" Becca didn't like eating in other places or in front of strangers; it made her anxious, so it was odd how she was managing the situation.

"I'm fine."

With one last "sorry," the call ended.

"We can wait in my room," Catalina invited her as she walked to the stairs. When they were passing by the living room, something caught Becca's attention, and she stopped to peek her head, as if she were drawn to it.

"Wait, what is that?" She was looking at a tall structure covered with white and black tablecloths, decorated with colorful skulls, pictures, and a lot of orange flowers.

"Ah, that's our altar for Day of the Dead," her friend answered as if it were the most natural thing, then took her hand, feeling a little bit rushed to take her out of there. "Come on."

Her attempt was useless, for Becca couldn't take her eyes off it. "May I see it closer?"

"Uh, sure! If that's what you want." It was a strange request. "It's still in progress, but it's almost done," she explained as they approached.

"We're only missing the food," Mrs. Aragón entered the room with a tray of bread, "But that's for the actual day they are coming."

"Who's coming?" Becca frowned.

"The deceased," the woman said simply. Catalina turned to meet her guest's gaze a bit embarrassed, trying to read Becca's thoughts on the matter. As she had learned in her short life, you couldn't give an explanation like that to people, as they usually got scared. To her surprise, Becca was not like every other person.

"Oh, how does that work?" The girl asked nervously.

"Well, Day of the Dead is the day when the deceased come back to Earth to visit their loved ones, the ones they left behind, us the living. That's why we build these offerings for them. It's filled with their favorite foods and beverages so they can have what they used to enjoy when they were alive."

Feeling a bit more secure, Catalina continued, "Also, because they come from a place far away and it's a tiring trip, so they rest here before going back."

"That's right," her mom said proudly.

"It's beautiful, so colorful. I really love it," Becca commented.

"Thank you. We're doing what we can with what we have. Now…" she placed the tray on the altar, "Take one and tell me if it's good" she offered both girls.

"So, this is why it smelled so delicious," Becca said as she inspected the piece of bread, "I've never seen this type of bread before." It was light and fluffy, glazed with sugar and some stange shapes on top of it.

"It's pan de muerto," Catalina said with her mouth half full. "I won't translate it or explain the meaning of it because you might refuse to eat it. Just taste it." She took another bite.

"Oh, this is really delicious."

"I couldn't find any good pan de muerto in the city, so I had to bake it myself."

"Are these your grandparents?" Becca pointed to the pictures.

"Yeah. We put their pictures so they know we still remember them. As we say "Solamente muere el que ha sido olvidado."

"Only those who had been forgotten die" Catalina translated.

Becca kept silent, thinking about her mom, and she mentally ran through Jay's apartment, realizing there were no pictures of her around.

"But isn't it a bit scary? The idea of dead people visiting you?"

Catalina reacted with a smile, "Oh, no. What I would give to hug my granny one more time."

Becca connected that idea to her own mother, and her eyes became watery. A wave of emotions washed over her, and the atmosphere in the room intensified her sensitivity. She had felt empty spaces in her chest before, but never like this – it was like a black hole that opened up within her. Catalina noticed her distress and became concerned that they might have shared too much information and made her feel uncomfortable.

But Mrs. Aragón knew better and warmly smirked, "You're thinking of someone, right?"

"My mommy," Becca answered simply, her voice trembling and a lump forming in her throat. She couldn't hold back the silent tears that welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. The gaze of four concerned eyes bore into her, and she despised being the center of attention. So she wiped away her tears, acting as if everything was normal.

"I'm so sorry," Mrs. Aragón said as she hugged her by the shoulder. That gesture eased the girl's emotions.

"Oh, but it's okay, don't worry. It happened a few years ago."

"You know what? If you feel like it, you can bring your mommy's photograph to our altar..."

"Mamá..." Catalina scolded her, not knowing how the other girl would react.

"We can make some space for her," she said, pointing to a spot on the offering, imagining how she could rearrange everything to make room for the newly invited one.

"Mom!" She was concerned that she might scare Becca.

"...We'd be glad to have her here.”

Becca hesitated, she was pulled into the idea, but at the same time she felt as an intruder, "But I'm not even Mexican, and I don't want to be a bother, everything is already settled."

"Doesn't matter,” the woman put her hands on her waist, “Everybody's welcome to join if they want to, regardless of their nationality or religion. And you are not a bother, we would only have to move one or two things.”

“Besides, I’m pretty sure my grandparents would love to have a new friend around,” Catalina added, still with a bit of embarrasement in her voice.

Becca bit her lip and, after a few seconds, she nodded, “Yeah, I would like to.” Her words hinted at the deep need to keep her mother's memory alive.

As soon as they arrived home, Becca opened each drawer on the living room furniture and took out every album, looking for the picture.

"What are you looking for?" Jay asked, noticing how stressed she was getting.

“Don’t we have a picture of Mom?” There was a hint of anger in her tone. Her brother felt his blood run cold, for their mother was still a sensitive topic to discuss. He had been the one to deal with her throughout her illness and had to witness her during her worst moments.

“Of course, we have,” he managed to keep calmed as he approached to open one specific drawer, and take a cardboard box from it. “There should be some here.”

Catalina’s mom's words came to Becca’s mind: Only those who are forgotten die. A wave of unease washed over her, causing her stomach to churn with a mix of anxiety and contemplation.

“Why are Mom’s pictures inside of a box inside of a drawer?”

Jay shrugged, not really understanding what was going on. “I keep them here. They are safe in this place.”

“There are no reminders of Mom around in any place in this apartment. Not even at Will’s house". She exploded, "It’s as if we never think about her anymore. Only Dad has framed photos, but he never wants to even mention her.”

"What are you talking about? We always talk about Mom."

"No, that's not true," she said with a calmer tone, but her eyes welled up with tears once more. "You rarely speak about her. Whenever someone mentions her, you change the subject. I understand that her memory brings you pain, which is why I avoid talking about her. But sometimes, I wish I could ask about her, to learn things about her that I never got the chance to know." For a long time, she had managed to keep all these feelings locked inside of her, but the experience of this afternoon had stirred everything within her.

Jay stood still with the box in his hands, silent and carefully listening to his little sister’s words. A bit more relaxed, she sat on the sofa.

“I’ve never said this before, but it really makes me angry that I didn’t get to really know her. It’s not fair that I didn’t get to spend as much time with her as you and Will. Sometimes I get scared I might forget her face, her voice.”

Jay sat by her side and stayed silent for a couple of minutes, trying to organize his thoughts before speaking.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said. “You are right. I won’t explain anything to you, but Mom hurts me in a way you wouldn’t understand, and before you say something, I know you are carrying your own pain, a pain you shouldn’t know of. Believe me when I tell you I’ve done everything in my power to try to protect you from it, but it looks like I’ve failed. It’s hard for me to deal with these emotions, and I probably dragged you into my own turmoil. Even when I was aware that our pain was different, I never thought you felt like this. It never crossed my mind how much you wished, how much you needed to construct mom in your mind. And I’m really sorry.” His words were heavy with the weight of his own grief, understanding the depth of Becca's longing for their mother.

“I don’t want to forget her. I’m so scared I’m gonna forget her.”

“You won't, and I’ll make sure of that.”

“Promise me we can talk about her.”

“Anytime you want, I'll work it out,” He hugged her tightly, the box still on his lap. It was only when they separated that Becca noticed her brother was crying too.

“Where did all this come from, anyway?” Jay inquired. “Why do you need the picture?”

Becca settled on the sofa, turning her face and body towards her brother. “Promise you won’t make fun of me.”

“Never.”

“Okay. Today I saw an offering for Day of the Dead at Cata’s home. It was beautiful, Jay, so colorful and full of…life. They explained to me about the tradition, that the spirits of your loved ones come down to visit you on Earth for a day, and her mother invited me to put Mom’s picture on their altar. She said she’s very welcome to join them.”

“Beccs…”

“No, sssh, wait! Catalina said something that stayed in my mind. She said that, whether it's true or not that they come back, however you see it, this day is a good opportunity to remember and honor the ones that are gone.”

Jay hesitated, “I admit this sounds like a beautiful tradition, but...do you really want to do it?”

“I have no doubt.”

"Fine. In that case…" he finally opened the box, "I think I have the perfect picture," he searched for a specific one among the others and finally took it out, "Here."

Becca got as close as she could to her brother, hugging his arm. They stayed in that position for a while, looking at their mother.

“She was beautiful,” Becca muttered, “You were right, this one’s perfect.”

“We can go out to find a frame tomorrow.”

“I like that. There’s something else we need.”

Jay raised a brow, looking at his sister, “What?”

“What was Mom's favorite food?”

It was November 1st, already evening when the two Halstead siblings arrived at the Aragón's house. Somehow, Becca had managed to convince Jay to accompany her, not just drop her off. He agreed after all her insistence, thinking it might end up being something good for his sister. Anyway, he could deal with his own demons later.

“Here we are,” he said. “You sure you want to do this?”

The girl just nodded, noticeably nervous.

“You know, it’s alright if you don’t like it in the end, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll find a way for us to leave.”

“Yeah, you too,” she told him back. “I don’t want us to stay long, anyway. I wouldn’t like to interfere so much with their customs.”

When Mrs. Aragón opened the door, she saw Jay holding a small food dish and Becca hugging a frame that was facing backward, hiding her mother’s picture from the sight of the others around. She greeted them.

“I’m so glad you came,” her words were full of sincerity. She gave the girl a long and tender hug, which Jay noted to be very maternal. He liked the way they treated her.

“Is this the offering for your mother?” The woman asked, taking the dish from Jay’s hands.

“I guess it is,” the detective answered as they entered.

“Perfect, let’s go put it in its place, then,” her smile was so warm it could melt the poles.

As they entered the living room, a very particular smell became stronger, and they found Catalina lighting all of the incense around the altar.

“It is copal,” Mrs. Aragón explained when she noticed Jay sniffing. “It’s used to cleanse the place of evil spirits so that the souls can enter without any danger.”

The Halstead siblings instinctively turned to see each other.

“Ma, you are going to scare them,” Cata said, “It’s all safe, don’t worry,” she reassured them before greeting them.

“We made this space especially for your mommy,” the girl continued, taking her friend to show her the spot. “We thought it was good for her to be surrounded by marigolds since this would represent her first time coming down. You can place the photograph whenever you feel ready.”

Jay moved unconsciously, with a lot of doubts and questions swirling around his mind. He also noted how Becca was holding the frame tighter and tighter around her arms. He didn’t know how to act; she was being hard to read, so he was thankful for Catalina’s mom's intervention.

“But if you change your mind and don’t feel like putting her there, that’s also perfectly fine, honey,” she then turned to the brother, “I know this is new to you two, and you might find it a little bit strange.”

“...or scary. It’s understandable,” Cata completed.

“No,” Becca finally stated, “I want to do it.” Slowly and with a lot of delicacy and love, she placed the frame with her mother’s picture in its place on the altar. Jay approached her and squeezed both of her shoulders, letting her know he was there for her.

The food they had brought was placed near her, “So she can easily find her dish,” Mrs. Aragón remarked. When everything was settled, Jay and Becca stayed there, staring at their mom. It was a beautiful scene to witness how the photograph had taken on another tone, surrounded by so many colors, illuminated by the candles, the smoke that the incense created, and the orange marigold petals.

“Now we wait for them,” Mrs. Aragón said in a very low voice.

Becca couldn’t help but cry, but she wasn't sad or grieving; actually, she was somehow relieved, the hole in her chest disappeared. Suddenly she didn’t feel so lonely, she didn’t feel like she was missing her mom. Jay wrapped his arm around her, and she hugged him back, surrounding his waist with her arms. He kissed her hair and asked, “You good?”

“Sure, I’m just happy we did this.”

“It is sad to lose a loved one, especially if it's someone very close,” Mrs. Aragón spoke, looking at her own family pictures at the altar. “But at the end of the day, this celebration is a party for them, to remember them and celebrate the lives they had and thank them for the time they stayed by our sides. Of course we are allowed to cry for them, but we should end the evening with a smile.”

The Halsteads didn’t stay much time there, but it was long enough to eat tamales, under the insistence of their host, “because there’s no real party without tamales,” the woman would say.

Becca and Catalina were sitting separated from the adults while having dinner. The atmosphere was very peaceful, and cheerful music was already playing in the background.

“Do you really think this is real?” Becca asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Cat was looking into the horizon, reflexively. “You know, it is supposed that souls arrive at midnight, during the first moments of November 2nd. When I was a child, by 10 o'clock at night, my grandma would say, 'They should be close by now,' and I would get very excited about the idea. As the clock ticked away, my mom would playfully ask us, 'Where do you think they are at this very moment?' and I took it very seriously, imagining their entire process of coming back home. During the early morning, when I was already in my bed, I pictured them eating their offerings, and I would close my eyes, trying to hear their footsteps in the hallway. For me, it represented the idea of seeing again the relatives I missed and meeting others who had passed away before I was even born, those whom I only knew through stories,” She bit her lip a bit, at this point her eyes were watery, “I don’t know if it’s true, but I really want to believe it is. Ugh, I just want to see my granny one more time and tell her how much I miss her, how much I need her. I’ve been praying all day long to dream with her tonight, that’s all I ask.”

Almost an hour before their arrival, Jay announced their departure. When Becca was about to get into the car, she heard Catalina calling her, so she went back to meet her in the middle of her front yard.

“Here,” She handed her a small bunch of marigolds, “We call this flower cempasúchil, it is used to guide the spirits, show them the way to their offerings, so they don’t get lost. That's why we put so many petals for your mom, to help her. I thought about giving you some, I mean, your mom’s on my altar, but you are not here,” she shrugged, “I don’t think this is the place where she would want to be. I thought you might find it useful,” she winked at her friend and ran back inside.

“It was…something different,” Jay stated on their way back to his apartment.

“Yeah, but I think I liked it.”

That night, Becca waited for Jay to fall asleep and she sneaked into his room to place a couple of marigolds over his nightstand. She did it with a sense of deep emotion. Then, she put the rest in a small glass of water next to her bed, thinking about how much she wished both of them dream with their mommy that night.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share. 😌♡

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| FC: Nicki Minaj

| Age range: 25-35

| Possible professions: YouTube personality, OF “model”, Gang leader 

| Possible AU species: Succubus

| Name: Isabelle Whitmore

| FC: Christina Hendricks

| Age range: 40-50

| Possible professions: N/A

| Possible AU species: Succubus, Vampire, Satan

Special request muses:

| Name: “Jason”

| FC: Simeon Panda

| Age range: 25-35

| Name: “Ramon”

| FC: Armon Adibi

| Age range:35-45

| Name: “N.J.”

| FC: Chul Soon

| Age range: 20-30

| Name: “Viktor”

| FC: Jay Cutler

| Age range: 40-50

| Name: “Devesh”

| FC: Sangram Chougule

| Age range: 35-45

[emotionofdeniz]

There's still little light that shines Deep in my tired eyes

[highsocietyhqs]

anonymous WHISPERED: mwm por favor

omar apollo, michael cimino, chance perdomo, diego tinoco, jaden smith, cha eunwoo, zarruecos, choi beomgyu, mason gooding, kim sunwoo, evan mock, kim jongin, addis miller, alex aino, algee smith, alton mason, angel bismark curiel, armon warren, bible sumett, boman martinez-reid, braedenlemasters, cherokee jack, choi beomgyu, choi hansol, choi seungcheol, conan gray, cris calenda, curlyfrysfeed, deaven booker, des.qua, diggy simmons, dommd4l, dylan hasselbiank, ellis iyayi, eric sohn, gage gomez, gulf kanawut, hugodalmonte, ileosheng, isaiah xavier, jacob latimore, jacob rott, jaxon rose, jay critch, jay versace, jeff satur, jjinnno, jordan fisher, joshua hong, jung hoseok, kanaan pitan, kim doyoung, laurence coke, lolhidominic, luka sabbat, løren, matthew laureano, marià casals, marvin anthony, moses ldn, na jaemin, nic kaufmann, odiseas georgiadis, ohnosharky, omar apollo, reece king, rickey thompson, ripples_warmup, selim ibrahim, sergio perdomo, shai gilgeous-alexander, thomas weatherall, tyson wong, wy.an, xolo maridueña, yamakazi kento

[highdefinitions]

♫ ✨

1. darkness at the heart of my love by ghost

2. gf haircut by dad sports

3. better off without by armon jay

4. she calls me back by noah kahan

5. woodcutters by cos sylvan

okay crazy as fuck lineup too. dathoml is probably one of my favorite ghost songs Ever. gf haircut is so cute!!! spreading the noah kahan agenda is my full time job. heard better off without in a movie and haven’t been the same since. cos my favorite bassist <3333

[argent-l-p]

Was Tagged by: @star-going-supernova​

Relationship Status: single and content to be so!

Favorite Color: Blues and gold!

Something I want right now: 5 more hours of sleep, I'm begging.

Songs stuck in my head: Song I Believe In by Vian Izak, Edge of the Dark by Armon Jay, and Closer by Brenn!.

Three Favorite Foods: Barbacoa, Pan Dulce, and a fruit that I don’t know the name of in English.

Last Song I listened to: The Navigator by Vian Izak

Last Thing I Googled: Victorian Flower Language

Dream Trip: To literally anywhere that has beach with sand that’s not brown and water that’s clear. I would really like to see where I’m stepping and I can’t do that here.

Bonus Question:

If you had the opportunity to [safely] become a cyborg via body upgrades, would you take it?: Not really, I just don’t see the appeal of it.

Rule: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better

I got tagged by the lovely @riderkaitlyn5!

Relationship Status: single and no intention to change that

Favorite Color: Blue!

Something I want right now: a fricking break

Song stuck in my head: combo deal of "No Way Back" and "Overwhelmed"

Three Favorite Foods: spaghetti, a specific local sandwich, and cupcakes

Last Song I listened to: "We are the Hearts" by EXGF

Last Thing I Googled: when were copy machines invented

Dream Trip: I'd like to go back to England, I think. I'm admittedly not much of a traveler and don't like being away from home, so I don't have a more exciting answer than that, I'm afraid.

Bonus Question:

If you had the opportunity to [safely] become a cyborg via body upgrades, would you take it?: Probably not. I have enough trouble with my body without introducing even more complicated bits and pieces.

Tagging: @inkabelledesigns, @halogenrobotics, @argent-l-p, @aboyandhisstarship, @flippythegodzilla, @notjustonefandom1, @wandererintheocean, @stone-97, @beneathascorpionsky, @nanami85240

[fmhiphop]

A Livid Latto Speaks Out Against Blogger

Everyone has something to say, but it doesn't always mean they should voice it. However, on March 1, Latto took on a YouTuber whose unsolicited opinion riled her up. The Issue Latto seems to be the nucleus of some negative sentiments in the cyber sphere. And it was only a short time before everything went nuclear. A blogger's tweet went a little like this: "I thought y'all said this was the one! It didn't even break Top 50! Let alone Top 20, 10, 5, 3, or NUMBER 1… I was wondering why it was so quiet. 😂😂😂.” https://twitter.com/ArmonWiggins/status/1630774487456296963?s=20 While such a statement could have been ignored, Latto wasn't in the mood, so she hit back. Making the Charts Isn't Easy No one denies that being a chart-topping artist requires a lot of work. Predicting where you will place on the chart is far easier than achieving that goal. One must always consider the fact that people drive the numbers, and people can be fickle. Jay-Z nailed it perfectly in the lyrics of his hit song Holy Grail. As Justin Timberlake sings in the chorus, "I just can't crack your code. One day, you're screamin' you love me loud, and the next, you're so cold.". Frankly, the energy of fans changes quickly. So does the music they vibe with. Latto Responds Latto took the time to remind Armon Wiggins what it takes to make it on the charts. In so many words, she's been about her business while others are minding hers. Latto held nothing back as she vented her frustrations. In her words, "I'm really sick of y'all LOW LIFE GROWN ASS MEN speaking on me! P####! ain't doing HALF of what I'm doing but want me to be ashamed of my accomplishments? https://twitter.com/Latto/status/1630870265881313280?s=20 Reportedly, the exchange continued, and the longer it ran, the hotter it got until Latto relented. In Latto's words, "I quit! For I catch a case!" That still wasn't enough for Wiggins, who snuck in one more jab. Latto The Success There is so much drama to digest here. But one thing is sure; Artists never have to justify who they are. Their success speaks for itself. Latto has had four releases fall within the top 100. While her last three fell further in the rankings, according to Billboard, her "Big Energy" release made the top three and remained there for 51 weeks. She's living the life many only dream about. She's more than proved what she can do. And in reality, some individuals thrive on negativity. For some, it's nothing personal; this is their bread and butter. Fundamentally, this discourse went on longer than it should have. But kudos to Latto for speaking up for herself. Haters will inevitably hate there is nothing anyone can do to stop them. As long as Latto has fans who adore her, she's making money and consistently breaking the records she sets for herself; keeping that big d*** energy, that's all that matters. Written by: Renae Richardson Read the full article

[nofatclips-home]

We Fight by Dashboard Confessional from the album Crooked Shadows - Video by: David Mack

[thebowerypresents]

Dashboard Confessional Kick Off Two-Night Celebration at Webster Hall

Dashboard Confessional – Webster Hall – March 10, 2020

Barely visible over the heads of a sold-out crowd in an absolutely jam-packed concert venue, Chris Carrabba was a ghost haunting Webster Hall last night. He was nowhere. But he was also everywhere, in every voice, on every screen, an energy emanating from every corner. He was really literally somewhere in the room, probably. But then again, who knows? Carrabba sounds, frankly, better than ever. Last night’s show at Webster Hall celebrated the 20th anniversary of emo opus The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most, and some songs, like the album’s title track, were played faithfully, as they were on tape. Last night at Webster Hall, two decades later, those songs may have sounded the best they ever did. Where there were rearrangements, like a dreamy, electric “Remember to Breathe,” they were rewarding, often dazzling.

Dashboard Confessional are simply one of the best live acts performing today. I’m prone to exaggeration, sure, but that doesn’t mean I’m not right. After opener “The Best Deceptions,” Carrabba remarked, “I can count how many times the crowd sang it that well.” It's hard to know whether to believe him—part of a performer’s job is to make everyone in each audience feel extraordinary. But that seems realistic. This was what you imagined concerts were like before you were old enough to get into them: The sheer volume of the crowd sing-along was crazy. In fact, I couldn’t help but say that, aloud—“This is crazy”—before that first song concluded.

And the crowd knew all the twists and turns, the little live variations we’ve come to expect in these familiar songs now that they’ve spread for 20 years as folklore, through bootlegs and YouTube recordings. At the penultimate refrain of “Screaming Infidelities,” everyone in the room all knew, reflexively, to climb that extra octave, and near the end of “Again I Go Unnoticed,” to yell, “Are we out of time?” This was a dream of community made real, a shared history manifested as an energy, a spirit. Carrabba put it best: “Along with you, we are Dashboard Confessional.” —Adlan Jackson | @AdlanKJ

Photos courtesy of Toby Tenenbaum | @Tobytenenbaum

[littlecajunlady]

Better off Without - Armon Jay

[thepermanentrainpress]

Gallery: Dashboard Confessional @ Commodore Ballroom - Vancouver, BC Date: February 21st, 2018 Photographed by: Aishath Boskma