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As someone with ancestral ties to Vodun/Hoodoo and whose family is predominantly from Mississippi originally- Sinners means so much to me and ESPECIALLY Annie’s character and how they portray her.

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In so much (too much) media, they pull the “uwu so scary and evil voodoo witch!!!!1!” Trope, villainizing the fictional and real life practitioners. And when they’re not doing that, Traditional African American spiritual practices are always fetishized, commodified, and reduced to easily digestible kitschy aesthetics that can be easily commercialized and are barely recognizable in comparison to the actual practice.

The stigma around voodoo/vodun/hoodoo and those who practice it is still rampant in media and in day to day life. People immediately jump to voodoo dolls and demons and curses.

So when I saw Annie being portrayed as a kind, loving, sensible person who wasn’t reduced to a spirit Halloween stereotype— I was over the moon!

She is a healer, a protector, and a symbol of strength and culture. She’s not a scary hag in the swamp like most other movies/shows would likely paint her as. She’s unmistakably human, and has a personality outside of just being able to do hoodoo.

And the rest of the characters listen to her! They don’t play off her advice or warnings as silly superstitions or “black magic”.

It’s so rare to see this in media, especially American media, and it was so refreshing and exciting to see!!!

Anyways, if you haven’t already, please go see Sinners, it’s phenomenal 🥹.

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there’s no way this is an original idea but i really think people should stop referring to the marking on choso’s face as a tattoo…………… like that is DEFINITELY a scab. he has to rip that shit off every time he wants to use blood manipulation. ITS 👏 A 👏 SCAB👏

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is it just me or would sebastian stardew valley be good friends with fushiguro megumi

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somebody… anybody… please…

– Audrey Hepburn

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Okay yall feel free to ignore cause I’m about to ramble—as a lay Buddhist, let me propose something.

The Viktor Is Jesus memes and analyzations have been good and fun but had anyone considered…

Herald Viktor is The/A Buddha????

Reasoning:

-detached from worldly attachment and belongings

-on his way into Zaun in S2 literally sees the three sights (the poor, the sick, and the dying)

-aversion to outright violence both as a regular person and when he initially became The Herald (no weapons in the commune)

-the whole point of becoming The Herald was to alleviate suffering, which is a core Thing About Buddhism

-reincarnation motif???

- the snuffing out of the ego and worldly desire via going full herald

Was rewatching and noticed some parallels and I might ramble more about it later but I’m honestly suprised I haven’t seen this reading of his Herald arc yet.

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thinking happily about the time my mom called tomioka giyuu “the brooding guy with a quilt on his shoulder”

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we should all be drawing our oc’s as this old beatles magnet tbh

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@slow-burn-sally is so correct about the one-upping, a lot of people (at least in my generation) really like bragging about being worse off than other people for some reason???? it’s really annoying when i’m talking about how i hardly got any sleep and the person i’m talking to tries to make me feel invalidated for being tired???? like what?????? a lot of my peers joke about being mentally ill, and that’s okay when they’re not bringing others down, but if you tell someone “oh i think i’m depressed” you won’t get support, you’ll get invalidated by people saying things like “oh, depression is nothing! i have x, y, z illnesses,” “haha me too! depression squad lol” etc. like why do you think it’s funny to make other people feel invalidated??? all you’re doing is making sure they don’t trust you with their problems. smh.

Has anyone else noticed that as a society, we’re shamed for wanting to sleep? Sleeping in is bad, naps are only okay if they’re 20 minutes, you cant be tired unless you’re a <insert career/lifestyle choice here>, so on and so forth.

I mean, I think we all need to spread our blankets out, cuddle a pillow, and go to sleep. Everyone needs more of it, fuck this “it’s not productive” nonsense. It’s okay to sleep, it’s okay to want to sleep. You’re not lazy because of it.

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“i guess i’m just a grunch”

-my mom

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mfw my sausage fingers won’t draw toji properly

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top 5 things about meeee

- silly

- cute

- you call me peachie pie

- your icon is basically how i envision you, just as a timy lil guy that fits in my palm

- you Get me

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you're walking through the backrooms. you don't know that that's where you are; as far as you're aware, you're just in a dingy, dusty, unending maze of buzzing fluorescents, mildewy carpet, and yellow wallpaper that you somehow fell into. you don't know how long you've been here, but you haven't seen anyone else. you can only hope that there's a janitor somewhere who can help lead you out of this unnervingly large building.

and finally, after what must have been hours of mindless wandering, you hear something. something other than the incessant, mind-numbing buzzing of the flickering lights. it's faint, but it's there.

"hello..?" you call, hoping that it's a person, and not just a rat or something.

you wait a moment.

someone calls back.

'..daijoubu deshou...?"

what? just your luck... you finally found someone else in this forgotten land, this god-forsaken place, and they speak another language?!

you have a limited knowledge of japanese - said limited knowledge is what allows you to identify it as such - and you respond back.

"konnichiwa! anata wa doko desuka?" you ask. where are you?

"datte kimi~"

whoever it is, they're close. closer than they should have been able to get between the last time they spoke and now. you can't remember the meaning of what they're saying, but their tone of voice is...playful, somehow. maybe they've had to deal with people like you often - kindly escorting them out of the building they accidentally found themselves in. you breathe a sigh of relief, picking up your pace and jogging lightly towards the source of the sound, nevermind its apparent uncanny quickness. you turn a corner, and immediately get a deep dread in the pit of your stomach. it's a corridor - nothing new, by any means, but it's long. it goes so far that the ugly wallpaper design seems to smear into one yellow span of nothing, and you suddenly get a deep, irrational fear that something is waiting for you at the end of this hallway. you're trying to wrench yourself from the spot your feet have been bolted to, to make a move, to just go look, for goodness sake, it's not like some monster is going to jump out and get you! but you feel paralyzed. you take a deep breath, steeling yourself, and walk. this was the direction that that voice was coming from, after all - maybe you'll finally find them!

you've been walking down that corridor for a while. you can't make out the beginning of the hallway anymore to gauge your progress, and you can't see the end either. you still feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, your biological guard up, but you ignore it. what's gonna get you in some ratty old office building anyways? asbestos poisoning?

you snicker at your own unspoken joke, yawning from exhaustion. you go to wipe the tears from your eyes, but when you open them again, the end of the hallway is dark. what?

the fluorescent buzzing is suddenly louder than ever, filling your senses, rattling your bones, crescendoing to an almost unbearable height, before suddenly, in the darkness ahead, two electric blue lights flash. everything goes silent, except for the pounding of your own heartbeat.

"yowaimo~!"

the word is so thunderously loud, slamming into you like a monster truck on steroids. you stumble, falling flat on your butt and clapping your hands over your ears. yet, the word still echoes, both in and out of your head, making you feel an unconquerable wave of raw, unfiltered fear.

you squeeze your eyes shut, tears leaking out of them. you're suddenly dizzy, even though you're sitting down. when you open them again, you're blinded by the same brilliant lights that you saw before. you can just barely make out a figure behind the light, leaning down over you.

"you cryin'~?"

you scream, crawling as fast as you can away from the source of the sound and light. it's the same voice that you thought would lead you out of here - whatever it came from, it isn't human. you don't manage to get far before you're pinned down, forced to lie flat on your stomach. you attempt to cry out, but the weight on your back is crushing you, as if you were made to be the next atlas, holding the weight of the world on your crumpled back. you hear only one more thing before your body gives out, consciousness fading to black.

"nah, i'd win."

OH NO i’ll be thinking of you and her :( i hope that by some miracle she gets better

thank you :’) unfortunately she is in hospice rn so she probably has a few days at most :( i just visited her and she wasnt conscious & her vitals were pretty weak ANYWAY UMM lets laugh it off by looking at these pics i edited of gojo in unsettling locations :D

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Also I’m so sorry to anyone waiting for the final part of Much Needed Support, the fanfic author curse hit me and my husband nearly died last week so I needed a bit of time to,,,,yknow,,,,process that. (He’s perfectly fine, it was just a freak accident and he was extremely lucky enough to come out unscathed)

It should be done soon though!💫

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anyone else be going thru their day rationing their phone battery like they gotta survive the night shift in a pizzeria full of haunted bloodthirsty animatronics or smth

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thinking about the time that i told my best friend that i had recently slept for 18 hours and they gave me the most concerned/disgusted face i have ever seen on a person

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Oh, and another example of this is with Eurylochus. At first, when they were at Circe's island and his crew got turned into pigs, he was trying to convince Odysseus to leave instead of saving the men. But then, after Scylla, we see Eurylochus actually caring for the men who were slain. And at Helios' island with his cattle, despite being warned, he was willing to possibly sacrifice himself just to feed the crew and himself by killing that cow. Well, he didn't know it was immortal at the time, and they were getting desperate, so. And this also counts as him going on a redemption arc for opening the wind bag which got the majority of their fleet killed.

okay but isn’t it crazy how Odysseus went through a corruption arc but also spurned everyone else around him into redemption arcs?? Circe ends up helping him and her reason for doing so is that maybe if she pays someone kindness she’ll get it back eventually, when she nearly killed Odysseus and turned all his men into pigs. Athena platonically broke up with him over showing the cyclops mercy but now she knows that she should show more kindness!! (A GODDESS realized she needs to be more empathetic, that’s CRAZY.) Odysseus went downhill but everyone else went uphill. I’m sure there’s more examples but why aren’t we going at least a little insane over it