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I still think Moana deserved an Oscar for this part
To me, the moral of Moana is that only women can help other women heal from male violence.
The movie starts with the idea that the male god who wronged Te Fiti must be the one to heal her. This seems to make a certain sort of intuitive sense in that I think we all believe that if you do something wrong you should try to make it right. But how does he try to right it? Through more violence. Of course that failed.
It was only when another woman, Moana, saw past the “demon of earth and fire” that the traumatized Te Fiti had become (what a good metaphor for trauma, right?) and met her with love instead of violence that she was able to heal. Note that they do the forehead press before Moana restores the heart, while Te Fiti is still Te Kā. Moana doesn’t wait for her beautiful island goddess to appear in all her green splendor before greeting and treating her as someone deserving of love.
Moana is only able to restore the heart because Te Kā reveals her vulnerability and allows Moana to touch her there. Maui and his male violence could only ever have resulted in more ruin.
@i-want-cheese
This is a touching anaylisis but it’s extremely racist as not only have you completely ignored the whole point of Maui’s character, but have managed to incriminate a man of color on a tumblr wide scale.
First of all, Maui’s character does not represent male violence—it represent human greed. Maui did not take the heart because he is a man, and Te-Fiti is a woman. He took it because the humans asked him to. The humans asked Maui to do everything for them, not caring how greedy or selfish their requests were and in the end it was Maui who suffered for it. Maui is supposed to show the flaw of humanity.
This has nothing to do with sexism, it has everything to do with the fact that Maui gave and gave to the humans who could never stop being greedy. Moana giving the heart back wasn’t supposed to be her “making up” for the male violence that Maui represents. It was her making up for the greed she and her people represent. It was touching however because yes it was an important moment between two women, but you missed the point and you’ve come off racist and very disrespectful to a culture at that.
Yes, Moana is an empowering movie for women, especially women of color. But the last thing this is about is Maui being an abuser/rapist or whatever. That is not the point of Maui’s character.
And to assume so is racist. You are a white woman completely dehumanizing a man of color and ruining his image because of how you see him. And other white girls here on tumblr have happily picked up that image and interpretation and rolled with it. Maui’s character is now seen as an abuser or as someone who is violently because of white girls here on tumblr—which it doesn’t surprise me. (an in a historical context this is even MORE racist because white women would always make Maui’s people out to be savages and abusers etc., simply because of the color of their skin and their culture so yea, this is bad).
You can see the morality of the movie however you want, but do not be disrespectful toward a character and in this case a culture.
@i-want-cheese Please don’t write this off as another “butthurt comment” or “male guilt”, because this is really messed up. I see how you’re brushing off some other people’s comments and I honestly hope that you don’t see mine the same way because this is an issue I think you need to face/realize. You are being racist and brushing it off isn’t going to change that. the
@visibilityofcolor THANK YOU FOR THIS. As a Polynesian woman, reading that post and other replies painting Maui and even Tui as aggressive and violent men had me feeling some type of way, especially since White people have always regarded Polynesian men in such a manner.
I’ve thought about replying because I’m tired of seeing these kind of “Moana is a feminist movie” posts collect hundreds of notes despite the fact that these posts always conveniently fail to mention Pasifika people, but it always stressed me out, so thank you.
As an aside, Maui taking Te Fiti’s heart and Moana restoring it was symbolic of environmental preservation. Because the people who inspired Moana–Pasifika people, not just Polynesian–are always affected first when the environment is threatened. Our way of life is greatly influenced by the ocean and we believe that if you take care of the ocean, she will take care of you.
You’re very welcome.
This is insight for me as well (as I wasn’t aware that the movie also came fro the culture of the Pasifika people), and does give a very important perspective. I do agree with you, this movie is about environmental restoration, not some white fem bullshit.
I tried over and over again to explain to I-want-cheese about how she was being racist, but she responded by blocking me and other poc who called her out (even other polynesian people). People to this day are still trying to explain that she is being racist and culturally insensitive but she ignores us.
I’ve made a few posts about this, hoping that people realize how problematic it is to agree with i-want-cheese. Explaining to her racist white ass that this was problematic was like explaining to a bird. She wouldn’t listen and neither would have of her racist friends.
Sorry you’ve had to see this on your dash every so often, but I’m glad my portion of the post is starting to get around. (reblogged to the wrong blog at first lols)
dang reblogging this as a correction for the very first reblog. this why feminist analysis always needs to be intersectional
My heart just cried
the portrayal of Maui is super important here, the disney crew put a LOT of effort into getting him right because he IS a crucial figure to an entire culture- basically a cross between a central religious figure and superman so handling him poorly would be catastrophically disrespectful there are basically only two parts of Mauis legend that they flub- they only tell half of the story of when he was abandoned as a baby, and they skip over that stealing the heart of Te-Fiti so he could give it to humanity was the legend in which he dies yes, canonically Maui dies in his quest to give gifts to humanity, its an important element of why Maui is such a profound character, not just ‘man who hurt someone’ strawman it gets worse when you discover the OTHER legend they fudged, the story of his birth, reinforces this. Mauis mother had several (Hawaiians only say three, new zealand says five) sons, all named Maui, so when she had ANOTHER son she named him Maui as well, but then cast him into the sea for there was no way she could support another son. the gods did not save Maui, as Moana says, instead they return him to his mother and say she must give him a chance. to which his mother states that for her to take care of him this infant must remove the roof from her house by throwing spears at it. that is the story of Maui the skillful, abandoned as an infant and then immediately told that he must PROVE his worth, after which all he ever does is prove his worth
his brothers mocked him for being a poor fisherman, he crafts a fishook from a jawbone and proceeds to raise new islands from the sea the sky is so low the trees bend, maui raises it for everyone, then fills the new sky with wind
the sun flies so quickly there is not enough time in the day to do the labors for everyone, maui has to lay traps for each of the suns many feet, chase after it as it was slowed, and then threaten to chop its legs off if it would not slow down
he then due to the complaints of the now longer dark night creates the moon and is upset his creation will not please humanity for it does not make sufficient light, then shows it to the sun so that it may learn how to be bright maui was credited with having invented as gifts for humanity the outrigger canoe, stone tools, and seaworthy boats that had no mast or sails. he was credited with inventing tattoos as a gift to dogs, however humanity is still not content so maui descends to the land of the dead to ask the secret of creating fire from the grandmother, who kept it hidden in her fingernails. he dropped the fingernail in the water as he tried to return to the land of the living, came back for another, dropped it as well, and went through all ten fingers and toenails untill he had to then interrogate birds the grandmother had shared the secret with to tell him how
a monstrous eel tried to put the moves on his wife, and again maui had to prove his worth to reclaim her by breaking the monster eel’s spine, shoving him into the ground to create the first coconut tree, the single most useful thing for polynesian life, as a gift to humanity yet again Maui, as a mythological figure, did nothing but give from the day he was born. he gave humans tools, land, fire, boats, light, the wind, everything except life itself and he even tried to give them that- and it killed him, he was bitten in two a crucial part of Maui as a legend is that he failed, its literally part of the point, also that he was driven to prove himself endlessly to the (during his life) ungrateful. do not try and drag Maui, its disrespectful on a level i cant express thank the man, you asshole Moana succeeded where he failed, for she saw that she did not have to prove herself. the whole movie up untill then she was trying to put on a brave face (there was literally a cut song ‘warrior face’ where maui teaches her Haka), shout her courage, announce to the world at large that she WILL do the thing and fix the world and be the hero, just like Maui
its easy to miss, she stopped trying to prove who she was to anyone, there was nobody she needed to prove herself TO she just WAS herself, and that brought her peace
Oh man…this is why it’s so important to hear the perspectives of the peoples actually represented. When I was reading through this, the first part seemed to make a lot of sense on the surface, but I could *never* have imagined how racist that perspective was. It makes so much more sense now. Thank you to the folks in this thread who were willing to take the time to share their perspective so that oblivious folks like me could do a little more to chip away at our own internalized racism.
(Also the story of Maui is heckin’ sad, gosh :( )
I don’t think people will ever understand why I hang out with the people that I usually do. I don’t think people will ever understand why I stick to them. And I know for certain, this has absolutely stained the view of my individuality. Society just has a way in writing “you” for yourself. It’s like everything you are should be fist defined by society and the sad thing is that it is almost irreversible. Little can change what has been written for society is empowering. There will always be a stereotype. There will always be judging and misunderstanding. Those who have neglected such are not fools but rather those who have approached it negatively and aggressively. Because we can’t win a battle without the actual declaration of war. One can’t fight society because he is part of society. But one can choose to ignore society and that is believed to be appropriate. The life you live is yours and yours alone. Whoever you share it with is dependent on your own choices. You are not an actor with a script. You are a director and you steer in the direction you want to go. Pleasing society will only kill you. Runaway from the pressure and be completely honest with yourself. You just can’t force everything because most things, if destined, comes naturally without any long explanations. If people will eventually come to understand and see past their shallow perception, then great. If they do not, then leave them be. I own myself.
I hate disposing myself to the continuous battle of facing the dimensions of my incompleteness. Everyday has been a reminder of the clouds of my life; can’t be grasped, can’t be reached. These tragedies are bearable but vaguely blinding. It is as if my Earth has a fleeting gravitational force that keeping my skin on the ground requires emotional stability itself. Admittedly, I am a prisoner of my aches no matter how many moments have slid. I ache for my past and I ache for my future, two things that have never left me. They come hand in hand involuntarily because I know the only refuge from the days that have gone are the days that are yet to come. Somehow, I feel anxious about my complete faith of something uncertain. Perhaps it is just because I am scared that the moment has actually passed me and all that awaits ahead is my life’s revelation of complete nothingness. But then again, this is the sole reason why it’s called a leap of faith.
You’re like a magnet of bliss and you come around as easy like sunshine through the cracks. But maybe that’s the thing. Something as light, as warm, as beautiful as this can’t be contained. It scares me that I might not have you as long as I’d want because you are never mine to keep in the first place. I don’t own you and yet I’ve been living in a mirage wherein I was enveloped in nothing less but your perfect flaws and carefree words. Being with you is so weightless, it’s intimidating. I can’t help but like you, I mean I have always had. You were supposed to be just a face in a fickle crowd and yet odds have never been this kind. Needless to say how the universe aligned the stars aptly this time. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to let this go. I have been told and reprimanded but I can’t seem to leave. I am stuck in this labyrinth, wondering or rather hoping that I could escape and find you waiting. By that time, it’s okay. By that time, bridges have been burned. It all sounds foolish but you make me feel as if it’s alright to not be cynical. I hate feeling this way for you, to be honest. I don’t feel at ease because I know I want too much. If only you’d been mediocre like the rest, I probably wouldn’t have seemed to tie myself to you. So now I am walking forward and backward to keep my thoughts at a pace because it’s too hard, too late, and I’m too tired to runaway even it stings staying.

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“Hold on,” he said. Clasped in my grip was a string to his heart, too thin and too breakable. I looked at him patiently as I carefully held on. I waited and I waited some more. I waited until I understood. I have kept myself waiting and searching his face all this long when he felt no vacancy for me. He locked his gates subconsciously and his eyes faded into a maze. I looked at him one last time, bemused and relieved. Opening my palm, the string fell from my grasp and there I was, floating away. Up in the air where the cold numbed me enough of my insensitivity, I found solace. Nothing could hurt me here. Nothing.
I wonder if you think of her when you're with me
I wonder if you imagine the warmth of her skin when you hold me in your arms
I wonder if you remember her honey sweet smiles when you try to amuse me
I wonder if you if you see the softness of her cheeks when you see me face to face
I wonder if you count her tears when you listen to me vent
I wonder if you feel her radiating through your veins with every moment you spare with me
Because I wonder if you think of her when you’re with me
And I wonder if you’ll ever realize how much it hurts to know we can never be and yet I can’t help but fall piece after piece for you when you’re with me
I don’t want to jump into it but I guess I’ve already let myself fall. I can’t un-feel, I can’t pretend like this is nothing when I melt for you everyday. I adore how I am floored with your unceasing affection. I am in love with how you love me and think I am more than enough. But I’m scared and this is all so overwhelming I can’t seem to think straight.
It’s crazy how I’m having these dramas all to myself because I understand how swamped you are to be in the business of wasting your time on me. I understand how leadership works; the planning, the struggle, the multitasking and dilemmas. And I also understand the feeling of fulfillment and pride after witnessing how all your hard work and those all-nighters paid off satisfactorily. Which is why after hearing about how successful your recent activity was and noticing that passionate tone that never seems to falter everytime you do or did something significant (which, I might add, I’m such a sucker for), I couldn’t be upset even if I originally planned to. I’m sorry. Being irrational is the least thing I want to be. I want to be there for you. I want to be your number one support system like how you are for me. I don’t want to make an issue out of small, negotiable things. I understand how insanely heavy this year is for you and I swear, I don’t want to add extra weight on that. Instead, I want to be your confidante, your sanctuary. I want to be your favorite hiding place, the place wherein you could whisper every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, every fallen circumstance, and be guaranteed that I would keep it safe. It’s a lot to take in and I’m not entirely sure if I could live up to this but I’ll try anyway. I’m sorry for being upset. I just miss you so bad that I couldn’t shake it off. I hope this convinces you that I am, for a fact, in love with you.
I want you to surprise me with your sweet handmade cards and handwritten love letters I want you to sit with me on that little corner and rest your head on my shoulders with your fingers entangled perfectly with mine I want you to come see me after 10 and hold me close while our lips crash I want you to stand beside me beneath that lamp post with your fingers softly tracing my face I want you to hug me tight while you tell me subtly how much you love me I want to be reminded of you

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“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”
— Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan (via creatingaquietmind)
I haven’t really written anything here for awhile.. well, for starters, a lot has happened and yes, aside from stating the obvious that of course so many things would have transpired given how inevitable progress and change is in just a split of a second, but a lot has truly happened — a lot has been gone through and it was never just plainly idle. It wasn’t a daily sweet chase for otiose either. It was rather a simultaneous exchange of black and whites, of their absence and presence in the hue. Lighter, easy shades versus the darker, sad shades. Everything was then just a matter of perspective on how to handle which while it flashed around you. We live from one portrait to another, jumping around canvasses of our lives, eyeing the new, the different, the old, and the familiar. We stumble upon the dilemma of such a show of colors, yet we simply can’t brush through everything recklessly. But then, we do so anyway. We find ourselves in a disastrous display and pick up what else can be saved. We go forth, we always must for life has no stop clocks neither does it go slow on those who fall behind. We run with it. But not always do we find ourselves in the wrong, in the sorry. Sometimes we find ourselves in the midst of promise, tranquility, and comfort. We swing to the beat of hearts as we swoon over the static between the intensities of our feels, thus, we get carried away. You knew the risk of loss, but it seemed okay. It turned out to be so much more. Magical, in it’s way. But the world spins continuously, nauseously, unwillingly. We no longer can be in such a facade. So we jump, weakly this time, for our salvation. Because whatever was lost, might have been lost forever. There is hope, nonetheless, and faith. We’ll need such fuel to carry onward.
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Dead Poets Society
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts
I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW
Always reblog because perfection.
I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.
This is sacred
OHMYZOD IT’S BACK
I REMEMBER WHEN THIS HAD 10000 NOTES AND I HAD TO TAKE THE TIME AND SCROLL ALL THE WAY BACK UP TO REBLOG