there's something about the way people talk about john gaius (incl the way the author writes him) that is like. so absent of any connection to te ao māori that it's really discomforting. like even in posts that acknowledge him as not being white, they still talk about him like a white, american leftist guy in a way that makes it clear people just AREN'T perceiving him as a māori man from aotearoa.
and it's just really serves to hammer home how powerful and pervasive whiteness and american hegemony is. because TLT is probably the single most Kiwi series in years to explode on the global stage, and all the things i find fraught about it as a pākehā woman reading a series by a pākehā author are illegible to a greater fandom of americans discoursing about whether or not memes are a valid way of portraying queer love.
idk the part of my brain that lights up every time i see a capital Z printed somewhere because of the New Zealand Mentioned??? instinct will always be proud of these books and muir. but i find myself caught in this midpoint of excitement and validation over my culture finding a place on the global stage, frustration at how kiwi humour and means of conveying emotion is misinterpreted or declared facile by an international audience, frustrated also by how that international audience runs the characters in this book through a filter of american whiteness before it bothers to interpret them, and ESPECIALLY frustrated by how muir has done a pretty middling job of portraying te ao māori and the māoriness of her characters, but tht conversation doesn't circulate in the same way* because a big part of the audience doesn't even realise the conversation is there to be had.
which is not to say that muir has done a huge glaring racism that non-kiwis haven't noticed or anything, but rather that there are very definitely things that she has done well, things that she has done poorly, things that she didn't think about in the first book that she has tacked on or expanded upon in the later books, that are all worthy of discussion and critique that can't happen when the popular posts that float past my dash are about how this indigenous man is 'guy who won't shut up about having gone to oxford'
*to be clear here, i'm not saying these conversations have never happened, just that in terms of like, ambient posts that float round my very dykey dash, the discussions and meta that circulate on this the lesbian social media, are overwhelmingly stripped of any connection to aotearoa in general, let alone te ao māori in specific. and because of the nature of american internet hegemony this just,,,isn't noticed, because how does a fish know it's in the ocean u know? i have seen discussions along these lines come up, and it's there if i specifically go looking for it, but it's not present in the bulk of tlt content that has its own circulatory life and i jut find that grim and a part of why the fandom is difficult to engage with.
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Aaaaaand tumblr looks like its nuked the animation I did. Im not surprised, but I am still disappointed. Whatever.
Discord to see stuff if you want, Cohost and Twitter as well
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Like, they could have cooked here. What happened, though, is that we got a recursive string of mystery boxes that don't add anything or really further any of our understanding about the characters.
We know nothing about Jade. She is a walking womb. Actually, sorry, she doesn't even get to walk. We got nothing about her as a person or her as the Orokin executioner or what insane experience the Tenno piloting her must have had. Why would she have favored Sirius as a name? Why would she insist on having a child in a situation she knew was untenable? What motivated her?She's just a womb that produces a green Stalker Is Sad token.
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FEBUWHUMP 2024 DAY 4 - OBEDIENCE
@febuwhump
Devotion
The Clone Wars fic
Word count: 300
Characters: Commander Fox, Sheev Palpatine
Relationship: SheevFox. It can be shippy, but it works as platonic too. I make a tag for it just in case.
Warning: Toxic relationship
"Chancellor, I wish you could see into my heart. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you"
"I know, Fox."
The warmness in the Chancellor voice made Fox's breath quiver on the fragile, veiny hand, which the clone held so carefully as in fear of breaking him.
Sheev smiled. This foolish clone. He doesn't even know how to kiss a hand properly, otherwise his lips wouldn't have touched his skin. But a regular clone from the Coruscant Guard wouldn't have dared to initiate such expression of devotion. It wasn't needed.
The Guard, especially the shocktroopers were ruthless, smart, efficent. Programmed to be loyal to death even more so than other clones. They proved themselves with deeds, not promises.
He would have been repusled if someone else did it. Those subjects of his will, hungry for power, for money, or were loyal to him by sheer cowardice. Fox being so theatrical was also completely unnessecary and yet it amused him. Flattered him even.
This commander who wasn't the bred to be a shocktrooper came from the battlefield, straight from the trenches. Fox was a beast needed to be tamed to his will but the thing with foxes, the more you corner them, the more vicious they would become. He needed a different approach.
There was fire in Fox. Fire in those amber eyes, rage in that heart. Wrath of Coruscant, the troopers called him like that behind his back. Fox's obedience wasn't due to some programming. It was born from the same fire, it was devotion.
It was love.
And it was dangerous. Unpredictable. Love, just like fire needs constant kindling otherwise they would burn out before time.
"I see you, my dear commander."
It would be shame just to extinguish his flames but he will have to get rid of Fox.
Eventually.
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you know its bad when you want to just listen to sm64 slider but every part is AI scout tf2 instead of apply for a job
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Can’t go to sleep because I made the mistake of watching kids react to the Beatles and went on Spotify to dump giant lists of recommendations of other songs and now I’m stuck here listening to the 1988 demo for The Lovers That Never Were from Flowers in the Dirt and now I’m specifically wondering whether THIS is the take Elvis Costello was talking about when he said he was playing piano on it and struggling to keep focused while Paul shredded on vocals. That must be it, right, because I cannot imagine Paul shredding harder than on that version. Or is the take Elvis was talking about just. gone??? And now I’m genuinely worrying about it like. damn….. like that one time they had Jimi Hendrix recording guitar and the noob they hired deleted the best take 😭😭😭😭😭
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