More Demon Slayer Thoughts As I Watch

More Demon Slayer Thoughts As I Watch

-It seems like the personality of a human gets more exaggerated and distorted when they become a demon. Things are taken to an extreme. It's neat.

-I like the use of super senses like smell or hearing in this show. It's used in a neat way, I love it.

-I think the subtle use of language when referring to demons is interesting. I noticed it after Tanjirou cut the spider demon's head off. He refers to them as people while to others, they're monsters or things.

-Yeah, yeah. Zenitsu backstory. I didn't care. They'll never make me like you Zenitsu. Never. The backstory would hit harder if he wasn't so unlikeable. I find his character archetype annoying.

-Hashiras are dicks.

-One thing I dislike about this anime is how long it feels they drag a moment out. It's driving my nuts.

-Inosuke has grown on me.

-Rehab training. Zenitsu, they will never make me like you.

-On the other hand, the little butterfly girls are adorable. They are so sweet.

-I also like how they actually included things like rehabilitation in the show. I feel like I don't see that in media much, even though the injuries in media would need it. It's a nice bit that I feel adds depth and realism to the world here.

-Again, love the butterfly girls.

-Shinobu is fascinating. The right amount of cute and creepy. The bit of backstory we get is insightful and yet leaves me wanting. She hates demons. She wants to do what her sister wanted. She's kind. She's angry. I get her and I don't. It's neat.

-Watching Kanao's back story, and the animation is really hitting well. My poor baby.

-It's also really interesting to see Shinobu in the flashback. She's much more feisty, and her older sister is more like the current-day Shinobu. I think the way it's portrayed is well done. Shown not told.

-They make all the butterfly girl's movements very floaty and quick, and I think it's neat. Also, clearly setting up the ship of Kanao and Tanjirou.

-The coin thing was really cute.

-And again, I love the three butterfly girls.

-I like trains.

-The trio Tanjirou, Inosuke, and Zenitsu have formed is great.

Overall: season 1 was great. I would have liked to see more Nezuko, but that's neither here nor there. The animation and art was brilliant and I'm eager to start the next bit.

Demon Slayer Thoughts

I'm 11 episodes into Demon Slayer Season 1. I know a bit about the story from spoilers, but here are my out-of-order thoughts so far. (Spoilers, of course.):

-First off, I love the art style. It's got its own thing going on and I'm just here for it. Sometimes the visuals lean into the more drawn style, sometimes in smaller scenes or details you can see some 3D/CGI/whatever it's called. And then there are the rarer scenes where you can just see where the budget went to. It's gorgeous. And the transition art is beautiful. Visually, this anime is gold.

-Second, I'm loving Tanjirou as a protagonist. He's just so kind hearted in a way that doesn't make me want to bash my head through the dry wall. I can't put my finger on what makes him different from all the other 'super kind and strong' shonen protagonists. But there is something there.

-Nezuko is adorable and really interesting. Not much personality in her current state (understandably, she's a demon and muzzled), but I'm still just as invested. Her strength and abilities, plus the whole seeing humans as her deceased family is neat. And having a female character who's strong like her and the story actually using her is refreshing. I really liked seeing the scenes with her and Lady Tamayo.

-Speaking of Lady Tamayo, I hope to see more of her character. Interesting concept, plus I love healer and science-y types. Her buddy was annoying as hell though.

-The training stuff at the beginning was dull at first but I think it got better. Turned out interesting in the end.

-I'm loving this sibling relationship that isn't weird or incest-y. I see too much of that shit and it makes me drop a show more often than not.

-I like the different and often creepy designs of the demons. It's nice to see a variety in character design.

-Final thought, Zenitsu is annoying as hell. I hate this little orange fuck.

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Salt Scrub

Salt scrubs are a great way to incorporate physical cleansing into your routine - they help exfoliate, reduce inflammation, and improve blood circulation whilst also having the cleaning and protection qualities of salt, dried herbs, and oils. The recipe is easy, cheap, and quick making it one of the most accessible recipes I have.

Salt scrubs are not recommended for people with skin conditions or sensitive skin, and salt can dry out your skin so be sure to moisturize after use. As a rule of thumb, you should not use a salt scrub more than 1-2 times a week.

General Recipe:

1 cup of sea salt

1/4 cup of carrier oil

10-20 drops of essential oil

1 tbsp of herbs such as lavender, rose or chamomile and/or vitamin E oil (ensure they are crushed well)

In a bowl, stir together the salt and oil

Add the essential oil and herbs

Store in a sealed glass jar in a cool location until ready to use

To use a salt scrub, apply to damp skin in circular motions gentle for 20-30 seconds before rinsing well.

Weekly Cleanse Scrub

1 cup of salt of choice

1/4 cup carrier oil (jojoba, almond, vegetable, sunflower etc.)

10-20 total drops of lemon balm, tea tree, witch hazel and lavender

0.5 - 1 tablespoon moon water

1 tablespoon of dried lavender and lemon peel (optional)

1 tablespoon vitamin E oil (optional)

Venice-Inspired Salt Scrub

1 cup sea salt

1/4 cup of almond oil

1 - 1.5 tablespoons castor oil

10-20 total of drops of the following essential oils: rose, lavender, cedar wood and ylang-ylang or a attraction/love oil

1 tablespoon of dried rose petals

1 tablespoon vitamin E oil

As always, adapt the recipes as needed for what you have and to your own practice <3

Breakfast Time

My son’s stuck in a time loop again.

He thinks I don’t know, of course. He’s never told me that this happens to him (or that he can do this, possibly; I’m not sure which it is.) Maybe I’m a bad mother, if I haven’t proven myself worthy of that trust. But there is only so many times that one can watch their son trudge through a day with bored impatience, anticipating everything you say just a little too quickly and showing no surprise to even the most surprising event, and then come downstairs the next day disoriented but rejuvenated and with a new zest for life and a tendency to get blindsided by even the most predictable things, before one makes the obvious connection.

I don’t think he’s lived through this day too many times yet, because he’s not frustrated by my good morning joke but not surprised by the monster attack being announced on the news. He eats his toast makes polite conversation that sounds just a little too rote until his sister comes down, and he puts his toast down in that distinctive way that make her eyes widen in sudden realisation, a reaction I never would have noticed if I wasn’t looking for it. He told her about three time loops ago, I think, although it might’ve been earlier and I just never noticed the signal until then. I make sure to keep the smile on my face as I push a plate of toast towards her.

The thing on the news is some kind of flying beast, and my son’s eyes don’t leave the TV screen. I expect that calm, solid determination that I usually see in his expression on days like this, but instead he watches it only with a wary sort of calculation. I suppress a sigh – it looks like I won’t be remembering today, then.

The pair exchange glances and look to me. “Hey, mum, I figured we should go to school early. We’ve both got these big tests coming up and – ”

“Yes, fine, whatever. Go.” I know what you’re thinking – obviously they’re off to do something dangerous, and obviously they’re far too young for this sort of thing, and obviously I shouldn’t enable this, and I’m a terrible parent for letting them run off to maybe get themselves killed someday. But I put this to you:

How, exactly, do you expect me to stop them?

As my son heads for the door, though, I almost stop him. I consider, not for the first time, just telling him what I know, what I’ve figured out, and asking him to explain everything, to say where he’s going and what he plans to do about that thing and if his sister is involved and if they at least have help, to put my mind at ease. I don’t, though. Because, logically… I must have done that before, right? In at least one of the countless days that never happened. I must have gotten worried or angry or just fed up with this ridiculous charade and told him that he wasn’t as good at hiding as he thought he was. He has to know that I know, right? And yet, he still chooses to let it play out like this.

Or, perhaps, he told me once. That must have happened, right? I must have been there to help, to patch his wounds and dry his tears and listen to him confess his fears or his worries or his regrets about this big responsibility, about whatever he’s doing out there. He must have told me, at some point, at least once, in one of those nonexistent days. And afterwards, he chose not to tell the me that stuck around. Meaning that I must have given him some reason to keep this secret.

What did I do to him? What did I say to him? How bad a confidante must I have been, that he chooses instead to keep me in the dark?

They leave, they ‘go to school early’, and I start on the dishes. As I wash my daughter’s breakfast crumbs away, the plate slips from my fingers and shatters on the tiles at my feet. I sigh, and turn to get a broom.

Then stop. Pick up all the other dirty plates. And shatter them, one by one, on the tiles.

Then I leave the mess behind me, pull a full tub of rocky road ice cream out of the freezer, and resolve to spend the day eating junk and watching youtube videos. After all, it’s not like it’s going to matter tomorrow, right?