#rip dj

[twig-flower]

Can I see DJ who is bitten by an infected car after saving Wingo ?

Oooo I smell angst!

Sure :) Wingo still has the dent but DJ intervenes just in time 🥲

[giraffeonstilts]

I saw a post today analyzing "the narrative choice of grieving character that starts wearing something of their dead loved ones"

And it hit me a little bit harder than I was expecting.

For those of you uninitiated, a big Contentious moment for me and my brother was that I stole his cloths while he was serving in the Peace Corp and couldn't stop me. I really only stole like 5 button up shirts, but each of us acted like I stole a lot more. We both tend to exaggerate, him in Righteous Anger and me in humor. But truthfully it was just a handful of shirts.

It was something he talked about often. And something I don't think he ever fully understood

Stealing those shirts meant more to me than the joke I played it off as. It was the first time I ever let myself wear menswear.

I love menswear. It fits me so much better as a person. I truly feel like I am my best self as a Handsome Woman.

Back then it wasn't something I could just /do/. It had to be a costume or a joke. I was constantly pushing my butch tendencies under the rug while at the same time not being able to be my whole self in dresses and settling for an unhappy inbetween.

Around the time I stole DJs cloths was when I started challenging my worldviews and internalized issues.

Finding a starting point was overwhelming. I was still terrified of going the store, and trying on /mens/ cloths. I had no idea how sizing worked. And I was still a little bit in denial that this is what I truly wanted.

But I could do it if it could be played off as a joke on my brother.

I tried his shirts on.

We were the same size.

The metaphoric doors were open.

These days, where I have the confidence to buy my own suit, where I just see cloths as cloths, I still wear my brother's shirts.

When he passed, his husband had gathered a hefty pile of DJ's things to donate.

And once more, I stole my brother's cloths.

Only now it's less about finding me, and more that I thought it might make him laugh this time and be A Way to keep him with me.

It felt.... fitting.

[neveraftersarc]

@lueure​ gets a starter spam !! (2/6)

there  were  so  many  people  packed  into  the  too - small - house  that  the  walls  were  sweating,  floorboards  vibrating  with  the  bass  line  of  the  music,  which  was  abhorrent.  “nobody  would  miss  the  dj  if  he  went  missing,  right?”  the  demon  asked  around  the  rim  of  his  red  solo  cup  before  downing  it  all  in  one  go.  he  crumpled  the  plastic  and  tossed  it  into  the  trash  can  before  turning  back  to  colin.  “i’m  bored,”  he  declared.  one  bored  demon  was  a  problem.  two  bored  demons  was  a  party.  lips  raised  in  a  devilish  grin.  “you  in  the  mood  to  cause  some  chaos  tonight,  bro?”  he  asked,  tossing  an  arm  around  the  other  male’s  shoulders  and  leading  him  right  into  the  masses.

[drowning-in-wishes]

Årets första dabb. Allas första dab.

[neonmanatee]

Just finished watching season 1 of Free!. 

I’m traumatized who let me do this

[n0-faace]

I am so deeply saddened by all these deaths of black boys, and the fact that there is no justice for them. We are losing black boys way too fast. This hits close to home as well, and it makes it so much worse. All I can think about is Dj. Dj was a close family friend of mine, practically another sibling. On Febuary 15th, 2014, Dj was shot 6 or 7 times until dead. Dj was a BLACK man. He was only 25 years old. The "man" who killed him was WHITE and never once was arrested, and still most likely will never be arrested for what he did. And the police in the area did not seem to care. He took Dj from us. He was finally getting his life together, he was doing so well, he got away from this fucking town, he was with his mom, he was happy, and that "man" took his life. The person who killed him said that it was self defense, and that Dj pulled a gun first. That is a lie. There was no evidence of a gun. Most of the gunshot wounds were in his back, and one was in his heel. He was running for his life, he was scared, he died scared. It breaks my heart so fucking much to know he died scared and in pain. Because of that "man" Dj left behind a loving family, and his 6 year old son. Even if these black boys don't get the justice they deserve, I hope that their killers feel horrible every day because of it, I hope they think about them as much as their loved ones do, I hope they suffer from guilt until the day they die. Mike Brown and Dj, and all these black boys on an endless list, did not deserve to die. None of them. They were taken too soon. I'm so heartbroken. I want our black boys/men safe. Dj, I'm sorry that your story, like many others were not told. I'm sorry. You deserved better.

[tumblonyourface]

20 years of love, tears and joy. So long, my friend. I'll miss you dearly...

[natureboymikehare-blog]

HEAT