If these skins are based off what I think they are, and I know they are.
I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY:
To quote my mother: “This isn’t even a Yoruba Masquerade, They took and Igbo Masquerade and gave him flip flops.”
Masquerades are sacred beings that represents spirits in our culture and they are to be revered and respected. Of course we know that humans are in there but you never see someone putting on the costume right?
To SEE that a human is dressed as a Masquerade breaks the illusion of what they are and is frowned upon.
While my family is Igbo and Akande is Yoruba I spoke to my mothers about if this sort of thing is okay. It’s not. Yoruba people may handle their Masquerades differently than an Igbo person but I showed her these pictures and she said, like i quoted above, that is an Igbo Masquerade.
I have loved the amount of research, time and care that Blizzard has put into Akande but this one of the fears POCs have when other people take on their cultures but i know for Nigeria tbh DO NOT TOUCH OUR SPIRITS. Not only is it bad that they put the costume on him in general but it looks like they mixed up the tribes and that honestly is just as if not more insulting.
Igbo and Yoruba people have enough to deal without their cultures being used interchangeably.
There are an estimated 3000+ tribes in the entire continent of Africa and over 500 in Nigeria, please do not continue this harmful delusion that all Africans are the same, especially when you want to use our cultures for whatever purposes you see fit.
Title: Evening Blue Character: Shaun Murphy A/n: The Good Doctor is gonna get a full season, and I’m ready to write a fuckton of stories for this show because of how happy it makes me feel. I’m also trying to use the doctor jargon, but I can only figure out so much without it becoming ridiculous, so forgive me.
You hazily began to fill out some release forms for one of your patients that had been admitted the night before, you were on call almost the entire time and you didn’t get much sleep because of it.
You felt yourself begin to nod off when your shoulders were abruptly shaken. Your eyes flung open and you turned to see Claire smirking at you.
“Late night?” She asked, placing her clipboard next to yours while she began to flip through her own papers.
You yawned, noticing that your handwriting was beginning to go all over the place. “When is it anything else?”
Claire smiled, reaching behind the counter and sliding a steaming coffee cup over to your side.
You took one glance at it and broke out into fake sobs while you hugged her. “Did I ever mention how much I love and adore you?”
You heard her laugh before you broke away from her, taking off the cup of the coffee to blow at it for a few moments before taking generous sips out of it while you finished the release form.
“Hey, I’m gonna check the OR schedule,” Claire announced after a few mintues of nothing but the sound of pen on paper occupied your space. “We can meet up for lunch though?”
“Sounds good to me, boss,” You said with a mock salute, causing her to smile again. “Try not to kill anyone.”
“I’ll do my best.” She announced, saluting back to you.
You slightly flinched at the abrupt peak in the volume around you and your hand shot up to your head. Turning around you saw Shaun standing there, hands clasped as usual, he had a smile on his face as he walked up to you.
“Good morning, Dr. Murphy.” You said, nursing your coffee in your hands while you turned to fully face him.
“You look terrible.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, you hadn’t been around any mirrors lately, but you could easily imagine how haggard you looked after almost an entire night at the hospital.
“Yeah, I was here late last night. I’m gonna try and fix myself up before my first shift so no one else has to suffer through it.”
“O-Oh, I don’t mean that you look ugly, just very tired is all, you might want to try getting some rest at some point.” He clarified, still smiling.
You blinked, not really know whether he was trying to compliment you or not, so you smiled back. “Well thank you, how are you today?”
“It’s my first full day working here,” He said, bouncing slightly as he spoke. “I also rode the bus.”
You smiled. “Oh yeah? Sounds fun.”
“What was your first day like?”
You huffed at the sudden question, trying to think of exactly what happened, but just as you began to piece an answer, your pager went off.
“A tale for another time,” You said before waving him off. “Good luck, Shaun!”
Shaun waved back, even though you weren’t looking at him anymore. “Thank you.”
“I got to assist in surgery!”
You recognized Shaun’s voice, and you looked up from your patient files to see him bounding towards you from the end of the hall. His hair flopping all over the place when he took each step.
You smiled at the expression on his face, feeling a happy surge of proudness swallow up the current fatigue you were currently trying to ward off with excessive caffeine consumption. “Hey! That’s great!”
He nodded, his eyes flashing to you before they fell onto the window behind you. “It was a little girl, Martine, I sent her home earlier because I was on scutwork and I wasn’t allowed to do much. Nurse Fryday was my boss for today, but Martine had an intestinal malrotation, she was totally unresponsive when I first went to get her but she’s doing fine now. I was only on suction but what matters is that she’s okay now.”
All of this was said very quickly, he stumbled over a few of his words but you were able to get the main idea of his tangent.
“You know, your pretty good at this whole doctor thing.” You mused, noticing his smile broadened as he stood taller.
“I didn’t do much, only suction.” He reminded.
You yawned into your the crook of your arm and leaned against the wall, your eyes shutting momentarily. “Doesn’t matter, you were the one to figure it out. And you were the one who drove out of your way to get her. She’s alive because of you.” Shaun took notice to how your speech had slowed down, and you broke off during the end of your sentences.
There was silence, and you opened your eyes to check on him, only to find Shaun sitting on the ground next to you, leaning close to your face.
“You haven’t gotten any rest, have you?”
You shook your head. “I tried, but there was too much to do and-”
“You should really get some proper sleep tonight, it’s very unhealthy to have multiple restless nights and it could be very potentially dangerous for you-”
“I know,” You said with a chuckle, but it sooned died off when you noticed he still looked concerned. “Hey, don’t worry too much, I’m gonna head out in a couple minutes.” You said, giving his shoulder a small nudge as you propped yourself up. Deciding to save your ‘passing out in an elevator’ story for another time.
“Do you promise?”
“Promise that you will get more rest from now on.”
You smiled, placing your bag around your shoulders before heaving a sigh. “I promise that I will get more rest, as long as you do the same.”
“I already sleep a healthy amount of hours for my age.”
You laughed, pulling your keys from your bag before turning around to face him again. “Do you-” You paused for a moment, wondering if your question would come off as odd before continuing. “-Want a ride home?”
“I’m still in my scrubs.” He pointed out.
“It’s fine, I can wait for you.”
Shaun was now looking at you, something that only happened when he was deep in thought. “That would be very nice of you, thank you.”
You watched him stand up, becoming aware now of how tall he was before you nodded at him. “I’ll meet you out front, okay?”
Shaun nodded back, trying to mask his concern when you yawned again. “Okay.”
Hey, you didn’t have to walk me home. Uh, there’s a killer on the loose. Remember? Besides, isn’t this what … you know? …… what … people like … us who have gone through what we’ve gone through do? … What is it? I mean, besides everything. [She wouldn’t of run away if it wasn’t for me, Jug.]