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yall think stack ever dressed smoke up and had to tell him “now before you start hating ask yourself aint we clean though”

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Imagine girldad!Smoke huffing under his breath and shaking his head in disbelief because his daughter hasn't got an oil change or her tire pressure checked in a 10 months. Like she just rolls up to the house

Papa, all the car emojis is on again.😕

Smoke: 😑... Get me a paper towel and my wallet babygirl....

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something about smoke being rejected since childhood because everyone was certain his father's evil lived on in him. something about annie being the only one to call smoke 'elijah' and how that makes him soften. something about how just before they're truly reunited, annie says 'i dont want any of that smoke on the baby'. something about annie being the one who sets smoke free from his past and his sins and lets him be human instead.

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okay last thing but, the dynamic between elijah and elias is so evident in everything they do together. when they’re waiting on hogwood, elijah is tense. his hands are by his side, he’s fidgeting, he’s nervous, he’s standing almost upright. elias, on the other hand, is calm. leaned-up against the car, rolling a cig for his brother cause he knows it’ll keep it a little calm, almost humored. when hogwood calls them boys for the first time (“you boys twins?”), elias looks over at elijah before he says anything. then, again, when hogwood calls them boys again, elias looks at elijah and then tries to diffuse the situation before his brother does what he does best. when remmick and the klan puppets first walk up, elijah takes up the most space in the doorway, and elias takes his place next to him leaning against the doorpost. also speaking to elijah’s character, he spends a lot of time watching over the party on the upper level.

elias has never really had to take anything seriously, because elijah does it for him. from the day elijah put their father in the ground, elijah has protected elias and made sure his brother was safe. he never had to worry about a thing when his brother was around.

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Also I'm very happy Michael B Jordan has the photos of Smoke and Annie together pinned to his instagram. I think they both really love the characters and their story.

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The way I love them so baddd

From Wunmi Herself.

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It’s canon in my head that Annie has cut Smoke at least twice then bandaged him back up😭. And if not chile he probably ran to Stack to help him. My great gramma did the same with my great papa chile

@vardapilled : gif

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“JOLENE, I’M A WOMAN TOO” , stack x reader.

summary — ❝ i can easily understand why you're attracted to my man. but you don't want this smoke, so shoot your shot with someone else. ❞

warnings : strong language, violence (threatening), gun mentioned, alcohol use, sexual references, verbal insults, mary slander.

[ꪆৎ] was having herself a good time down at the juke joint. her belly was full from that fresh batch of catfish annie had just pulled from the fryer; crisp, golden, seasoned just right. she’d even snuck a few sips of liquor from her man’s cup when he wasn’t looking, the warmth of it humming in her chest. the place was alive tonight, packed wall to wall.

sammie’s voice boomed over the crowd, deep and rich, weaving through the smoke and laughter like a sermon of rhythm and blues. the air was thick with sweat, perfume, and excitement. it was exhilarating, felt like home. folks were swaying, stomping, clapping, hips rolling to the rhythm of his song.

everything felt just right, until she heard her name.

mary.

“is that little mary?” she heard cornbread yell out and immediately came to an halt. she wasn’t usually one to eavesdrop, but when it came to mary, she was all ears. that girl was like a fly that wouldn’t quit buzzing around your kitchen — still hung up on her stack. there’d been more than a few run-ins between them, and each time [ꪆৎ] had tried to keep her cool. but tonight, she was fed up.

elias somehow sensing some shit was finna go down, appeared behind her. “what’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice low, eyes already scanning the room like he knew who the problem was. she turned slowly, locking eyes with him. “stack,” she said, voice flat and sharp, giving him a look of get her before i do. he let out a knowing chuckle and pulled the toothpick from his mouth, giving her backside a rough tap as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “i know, i know. i got it.”

stack wasn’t about to let it get ugly, not in front of all these folks, and especially not when he knew his woman didn’t play that. if mary didn’t leave on her own, one or both of them was looking to catch a bullet before the night was over.

[ꪆৎ] watched as stack made his way toward the entrance. she scoffed under her breath, shaking her head, then turned on her heel and made her way to the bar. the mississippi humidity clung to her skin, mixing with the slow simmer of anger already creeping up her spine. sliding onto a barstool, she fanned herself with her hand, though it did little to help.

her jaw clenched tight and eyebrows scrunched together. just the thought of mary trying her luck again made her skin itch. “need a drink?” came annie’s voice, smooth and matter-of-fact. [ꪆৎ] looked up to find the older woman standing behind the counter, a bottle of good whiskey in hand, the kind they didn’t pour for just anyone. she didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod, her fingers drumming anxiously on the bar top in a rhythm she barely noticed.

annie poured a glass, slid it across the counter, and gave her a look ; one full of shared understanding. wasn’t the first time a triflin heffa tried to sniff around one of the smoke-stack twins. and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

she took a slow sip of the whiskey, letting the burn calm the storm in her chest. or trying to, at least. the joint around her pulsed with laughter and music, but her focus was drawn to the front door, past the crowd ; where stack stood talking to her. their voices were low, but every now and then a word or two slipped through the rhythm of the joint.

“i was just... stoppin by,” mary said, her voice syrupy-sweet, the kind of tone women like her used when they were up to no good. [ꪆৎ] paused mid-sip, her ear twitching in their direction.

“you know i always had a soft spot for you, stack,” mary continued, a little louder this time, like she wanted [ꪆৎ] to hear. [ꪆৎ] set her glass down a little harder than intended. annie didn’t flinch, just raised an eyebrow, ready to step in if needed.

before she could make the decision to waltz over there. she heard stack let out a long sigh, voice laced with irritation. “mary, this ain’t the time or the place. i suggest kindly you get the fuck up outta here before i get one of these field bitches to do it for me. or better yet, get [ꪆৎ] to handle yo ass, you know she been itching for the right moment too.”

that should’ve been enough. but of course, it wasn’t.

mary let out a loud scuff, obviously feeling like somebody. “i’ll beat up every bitch in here and you know it.”

that did it.

[ꪆৎ] stood up slow, eyes never leaving the shadowy outline of the two at the door. her pulse thumped in her ears, the whiskey mixing with heat and rage. she didn’t shout, nor stormed ; she moved graciously through the crowd like a woman on a mission. 

annie just shook her head, muttering under her breath, “lord help that girl … she don’t know who she messing with.”

the crowd parted for [ꪆৎ] like it always did. some out of respect, others out of fear, but most just knew better than to stand in her way when she moved like that. her dress swayed with each step, graceful but sharp, the small pistol tucked in the folds at her thigh brushing against her skin like a silent reminder. the music didn’t stop, but the energy in the room shifted, low murmurs stirred, a few folks, cornbread included backed away from the door, sensing the storm brewin.

stack turned just in time to see her coming, jaw tightening. he didn’t move, he knew better than to interfere when she had that look in her eye. he wasn’t scared of his woman, but he was scared of his woman. this was between her and mary now.

mary, still too full of herself to read the room, crossed her arms and tilted her head. “so now you sending your little guard dog to the door?” she spat, chin raised.

[ꪆৎ] didn’t respond right away. she stepped up to mary, slow, eyes scanning her head to toe like she was sizing up trash on the side of the road. then she spoke, voice calm, but low and mean.

“you come to my man’s place of business, looking the way you look and talking nonsense you can’t back up. thought i wasn’t gon show, huh?” her louisiana accent thickening with each word she spoke. mary’s smirk faltered, just a little. “i ain’t scared of you. you hiding behind a man that i already had.”

[ꪆৎ] let out a soft laugh, humorless, deep, dangerous. her head tilted slightly, curls brushing her shoulder as she took one deliberate step closer, causing mary to shift her weight back instinctively. the scent of her perfume sharp and sweet in the thick air between them.

“that so?” she said, voice low and rich, louisiana accent wrapping around each word like molasses. “you had him, huh? must’ve been real forgettable, since he don’t even look your way no more.”

mary’s eyes narrowed. “he still remember.”

[ꪆৎ] nodded slowly, pressing her lips together before replying. “maybe. a man remember trash when it stank long enough. don’t mean he want it back in his house.”

a few folks nearby let out a low “mmm,” like they just bit into something hot and juicy. even stack looked down at his feet, fighting back a grin he knew better than to let show.

mary’s smirk had fully dropped now, her jaw tightening. but [ꪆৎ] wasn’t done. “you got two good legs, mary. use em. cause if i take one more step, neither i nor elias gon be responsible for what happens next.”

mary stood frozen, the fight in her chest but no wind to back it up. she opened her mouth like she wanted to throw another blow, but the silence around them told her loud and clear. she needed to take her ass on.

she huffed sharply, her chest rising with wounded pride, then spun on her heel with a dramatic flick of her hair. her heels struck the ground with angry rhythm, each step echoing her bruised ego as she stormed away from the joint, shoulders stiff with false dignity.

[ꪆৎ] slammed the door shut, then exhaled slowly, adjusting her dress. “yall can go back to having fun”, she said with a wave of her hand. that was all people needed to hear to get back in they groove.

she glanced up at stack, “lets go home. i’m tired of playing with these little ass girls.” he didn't say a word, just took her hand like he always did, following the fire that never steered him wrong.

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Also there’s something so important to me about Smoke and Stack openly saying they love each other and constantly proving that they love each other

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The more I think about Annie and Smoke the more I'm obsessed with the fact that Smoke, despite his willingness to do violence in protection of himself and his family, let's Annie under his guard like it's second nature.

I'm sure someone can, and probably has, say/said it more elgantly but I'm so fascinated by Annie and Smoke and how violence, a thing Smoke is very good at using to his own ends, plays into their interpersonal dynamics.

She had his throat in her hand and yet he never reaches for his own weapon, never flinches away, he trusts her so much not to hurt him.

Another thing I keep thinking of is the parallel between Annie telling Smoke to give her money back and Smoke tellimg Sammie to give up the Blues.

The way that Annie reaches for her razor and Smoke reaches for his gun, and Sammie's shock (and some fear) at Smoke's threat, while Smoke kept talking to Annie like they were having a little lover's quarrel.

Side note: obsessed with the implication from the photos of them that Annie used the same razor she threatened him with to shave him up nice and pretty for the opening night.

The fact that Annie asked Smoke to kill her once the bones told her their fates and how that's really the first time in the movie that we see Smoke balk at the idea of violence. This man who has killed a snake, shot at least two men that very morning, pulled his gun stone faced on both Sammie and Pearline.

The fact that she trusted him to use his violence to free her soul when his brother had specially targeted her to trap Smoke into immortality with him and Mary. What does that tell us about what Stack thought of Smoke and Annie that he is aghast at the idea that his brother could actually bring himself to stake her even though Stack must have known Annie would never want to be a vampire.

But also that final scene where Annie's holding the baby and Elijah is sitting there smoking, literally but also metaphorically-the smoke yet to clear after his greatest act of violence in the film, and she asks him to stop. She doesn't want any of that smoke on the baby after all.

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This is the type of lure I love!!!! Stack and Smoke had so much love for one another. Stack would have chosen him in every life so the fact that they were separated the way they were is completely unfair!

Like Stack was doing his hair???!!! He was dressing him?? They really took care of each other and deserved to grow old. We need a prequel!

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Sinners spoilers but this made me kinda sad

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No I can see your point better now that you’ve explain more in depth and yeah. My critique of her does not come from a place of hate personally. I do believe Stack loved her, but I also believe he would’ve been okay without her because that was what was shown to us. The Sammie thing is actually a bit insane lol not gonna lie, I think maybe people are upset at the shippers for Stack x Mary because some of them have been a bit much - but that shouldn’t blind them when it comes to her character.

In all I respect your opinion lol even if my earlier post seemed a bit grouchy!

I’m surprised nobody has brought up the way Smoke hates Mary’s guts lol. Like really despises that woman and I wanna know why.

Stack loved Annie but there was some jealous with him too. I know twins can be territorial over the other but I would love more background about that.

Any theories?

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Hate may be a strong word but I dislike you turned this into a everyone attacking Mary thing. Whether he was in different or not I was wondering why that may be. I can not speak for others but Mary is allowed to be critiqued, notice how you said nothing in terms of me stating Stack has some animosity towards Annie lol

I’m surprised nobody has brought up the way Smoke hates Mary’s guts lol. Like really despises that woman and I wanna know why.

Stack loved Annie but there was some jealous with him too. I know twins can be territorial over the other but I would love more background about that.

Any theories?

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I’m surprised nobody has brought up the way Smoke hates Mary’s guts lol. Like really despises that woman and I wanna know why.

Stack loved Annie but there was some jealous with him too. I know twins can be territorial over the other but I would love more background about that.

Any theories?