preliminary conclusions about Suzume in ep45:
It's entirely the wording.
I don't have a problem with having one domestic-driven woman in an ensemble cast like kingoh's. The problem is when it was Suzume, someone who was so far written as cunning, ambitious and endurant, the transition needs a strong base. Right now, it looks like Suzume is just going with what the men in her life wanted, as we could only interpret she made the choice to stay behind the camera.
I believe Suzume's confession should've been motivated by her sense of home and country. She should've expanded on what a "woman of Toufu" means. Instead of complying to "her brother"'s will, it should've been as a citizen of Toufu, her king trusted her, and she'll gladly take up the mantle even if it means sacrificing her personal happiness.
Her choice to stay by Racules could've come from "home before country". She has found her temple - wants to build her own temple - prove herself in a personal domain before becoming responsible for all families in Toufu. Then it could even tie into Gira's "everyone's a small king" philosophy.
Or she could've rejected the throne because of her ambition. She has wanted the throne for herself, but she knew there's a reason Iroki chose Kaguragi instead of her. She wanted power, but she also wanted her lover. She knew she had to choose between her country or a traitor for a husband, and after years of deception, she doesn't want to lie to the people that she did all this for in the first place. Or that it's her redemption for letting Dugded loose during the six months of the kings' absence, as Queen of a puppet Shugoddom.
This is the elephant in the room. I have more regarding the episode's pacing and contrasts, how the theme of inheritance was handled, as well as Suzume's trajectory in consideration of the whole series. I have nitpicks about both eng subs so an extra paragraph about translation. I want to respond to some other angles but don't know when for now.
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Truly fucking insane to me how even some trans people have drunk the gender essentialist koolaid and think that trans men are like, inherently arms of the patriarchy and oppressors. Just like believing all cis men are each, individually responsible for patriarchy. Isn’t the point of feminism that the system and people’s unconscious upholding of the system are the thing to be criticizing?? Gender essentialism is still gender essentialism even if you do it to trans people.
I don’t know why people don’t understand that treating any group as a monolith whose experiences are all the same is like. Bad and harmful. Trans men are men but they are not cis men. Many of us have experienced girl / womanhood enforced on us by society and deeply understand the struggle. I don’t see why it’s harmful to acknowledge the fact that trans men experience misogyny!!!! Lots of trans men haven’t or won’t transition! I promise you even if we are men, see ourselves as men, the vast majority of society will not.
I really hate infighting and “calling out” whole sections of the community, and I guarantee I’m not talking about 90% of trans women who are normal but that other 10% act like trans men have betrayed women by “choosing to be men”. Isn’t that like, 1) literally gc / terf logic and 2) implying that trans people just up and choose their gender one day (not saying that some don’t but like. Being trans is a deeply personal thing that’s often not a choice.)
This is thinking that makes trans men guilty to be trans men. We’re used to hearing it from radfems but to hear it from people who are supposed to be our allies??? From people who we have something so deeply in common with? It fucking sucks!!!
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"Hello-oo hello-oo, Ha-ku-noo!" Tanba says in a drawn out, sing-songy manner upon suddenly appearing behind her, having emerged from a cloud of black feathers with a wide smile on his face that was only outdone by his more bubbly demeanor. "Firstly I absolutely adore this new look you've got going on," Tanba says while making camera hand gestures at Hakuno, going through the process of repositioning himself around her at multiple angles too, as if he were actually taking pictures, "it's really, 'you', like this is the Definitive Hakuno Experience right here! Elegant, pretty, and mostly, POWERFUL!! The whole package."
Tanba then briefly transforms into a crow, flies over to a nearby table, and then transforms back into himself, where he can be seen sitting cross legged ON the table (because why sit on chairs like a normal person).
"Secondly, BIG secondly, I've been meaning to ask, did a servant by the name of 'Nobunaga' ever get summoned to this little moon party of ours up here? If they did, would you know where they are?" Tanba, still bubbly and smiling, summons and begins spinning around one of his golden blades."I just wanna talk with them!"
sharp senses are quick to act — immediately turning around at the slight sense of a presence behind her. with the storm of feathers of tanba's arrival, an arm instinctively raises to cover herself; not that that was needed. ( not to mention, she doubt it'd be all that bad. feathers are soft, so to get hit by one must be... probably pleasant. maybe. ) a mere look is what is then given in response to servant's form, the only sign of a response from the moon's master being the shift of weight from one leg to another.
hello-oo hello-oo, ha-ku-noo... that's the first she's ever heard of that greeting. it's not bad— rather, quite refreshing in terms of tune and originality. and the use of her name as well, not just master but hakuno.
“ ...heya heya, tanba. ” it's not as sing-songy as his. still spoken in the same calm monotone of her regular speaking voice, but an effort was made to mimic his rhythmn scheme ! just as he's used her name, she'd use his own true name as well. a nod to the heroic spirit is given too, her own much more subdued method of showing enthusiasm to the other's presence.
the sudden barrage of compliments do take her aback though, much much more than his own sudden appearance. her back straightens unconsciously in response, legs closed together in a more formal pose as her arms follow suit with hands overlapping each other in a polite ladylike pose. “ uh, ” and yet, a demure ( —odd !! ) sound leaves her before she could contain it, and with his over the top show of being a... papparazzi of some sorts, hakuno felt the need to join in on the act.
such was done with a hand raised with a peace sign, contrasting in such a peculiar way with her still deadpan face. “ thank you. i don't know what that definitive hakuno experience is— ” not knowing herself / or just why elegant, pretty and powerful would be used as descriptors for herself. ah, well. she knows she hid her pitiful pathetic self away from others. “ —if you think of me that way though, i'm glad. ” even if the sentiment doesn't make itself shown on her face, it's hinted in the subtle inflection of her voice.
for all her regal appearance, she doesn't scold nor chastise the assassin for his showy way of sitting though. and for as graceful and proper as she is, hakuno kishinami is a free spirit that held a great value to freedom and one's own free will. that being said, it'd be reckless to have that slip into a fatal permissiveness. “ whatever unresolved business you have with nobunaga is yours, but i ask that you think about your reason to— talk with them. ” should the two seek a battle, then she'd respect their wishes; but should the two put themselves in danger for no good reason, then she ought to intervene. it was as simple as that, really.
a curious hum follows, gaze settling on the golden blade. “ are you fighting with hatred or anger, i wonder. ” that, she felt was the most important question to this. while she knew of the history between momochi tanba and oda nobunaga — along with the history of many others, the master having a great knowledge of the myths and legends and tales of old — that didn't give her the insight of their own personal feelings. at the very least, she hoped that tanba could properly understand that. “ and to answer your questions... ”
still stoic-faced, hakuno purposely assumes a thinking pose ( it's a pose she quite frequents when in deep thought though, actually ) . a few seconds pass, and her closed hand uncurls to allow a slender digit to rest by the curve of her chin. she turns to tanba then and simply answers:
“ it's a secret. ☆ ”
unprompted, always accepting ! @doomxdriven ♡
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