I was listening to a multi-language reel of the bridge in “Shiny” just a moment ago. I really love this part of the song for a variety of reasons that I have already written and posted about. I just can’t get enough about this part of the song. It speaks to me on so many levels. The sudden shift in tone, Tamatoa’s bioluminescence, the meaning of the lyrics. You see I’m Maui. In that moment we’re all Maui. We all know what it’s like to be rejected and to want to be loved and approved of by others, some of us to the point of being harmful to others and self destructive. It’s such a universal feeling and experience. And here is Tamatoa taking apart our aching heart, revealing our insecurities and giving them a voice. Oddly enough I find that comforting. It’s like my need to be loved and found worthy and my feelings of falling short and being rejected are acknowledged. Tamatoa just fucking says it. Beautifully too. It’s a moment of just letting it all out vicariously through him. When I feel hard on myself sometimes I just can’t hear it when someone disagrees. It just doesn’t work sometimes to tell someone that they are worthy when the person themselves just can’t see it. In a way telling them that their low self esteem is incorrect ironically adds to their low self esteem because it just confirms in their mind that they’re wrong, even about themselves. Also it goes back to acknowledgement. Our negative feelings need to be acknowledged. When they’re that powerful bubbling beneath the surface waiting to explode they need release. Tamatoa doesn’t disagree with Maui’s insecurities. He confirms them. And through Maui it can be the same for the audience.
Now I don’t need someone telling me I’m a piece of shit because that’s not the same thing. In the bridge where Tama gets the realest he doesn’t insult Maui at all. He simply tells the truth about him and how he feels about himself. And again I also feel like Tamatoa is doing the same thing for me as the audience. I don’t need to argue with him. He agrees with me. He acknowledges and releases these insecurities and fears I have and turns them into something beautiful and worthy of awe. And that’s what a monster is supposed to do. Monsters are our fear made flesh. They reveal what we hate and fear and despair. And by revealing those things we can transmute them. Monsters are our adversaries but in a way they are the closest to us. Closer than heroes even. Because they are not afraid to go where it hurts. They don’t shy away from our pain or reject us for it or try to get us to ignore it and make us into something we’re not. Monsters accept us as we are when we are at our lowest. And that’s how I feel about Tamatoa.
First impression : I was intrigued by her. We don’t show her a lot in the beginning but I was curious and I’m stil curious to know more about her. If I loved her right away, it’s because she was helping the others and I loved her personality. She’s calm, wise and caring with others.
Impression now : I really love her. She’s so funny with her obsession & her threats about the breasts xDDAnd she’s so mysterious. She’s hiding something and I need to continue the anime ‘cause I want to know xD And also, she’s kind and caring. And she helps a lot the others with her cards and her advices.
Favorite moment : All the funny moments with her obsessed with the breasts xD (And when she wasn’t able to pass ‘cause of it xDD) and I really loved the moment with Maki in the beach. It was peaceful and I got more curious about the character.
Idea for a story : Right now, I don’t have any x3
Unpopular opinion : Same here, sorry.
Favorite relationship : Her relationship with Elicchi. She’s like her sister who is caring a lot. And she knows everything about her. Also, her relationship with Maki. It’s why I also loved the moment in the beach. She helped her and they’re pretty similar, in a way (except for Nozomi’s obsession xD)
Favorite headcanon : I have no one.
It was cool doing Nozomi. I think it’s easy to see that I love her x3 Thanks again !
it is a phrase whispered into the hands of lovers, into shoulders, into embraces and cuddles and love. it is a promise, an oath, a vow of protection and loyalty and bravery, binding a tousled dark head to a vibrant red.
until the very end.
it is a man roaring, “lily, take harry and go!” it is the raising of a wand, the scrambling of feet, the wail of a child, a green flash. it is the thud of a body as it hits the ground, the clattering of glasses against the floor.
until the very end.
it is a son, standing in the woods, facing Death. it is a father, addressing his child from the other side of a precipice, murmuring assurances to a new set of green eyes, a pledge he will not break–not this time. it is unbearable fear and pounding grief and bursting pride.
until the very end.
it is a hero, emerging from the ashes; a phoenix, reborn. it is the triumph of a battle won, the defeat of a madman, the breaking of a spell. it is the fulfillment of a wish, a promise, a vow born of love and bound by love.