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mucking-faori · 8 months
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The NZ first party is now not only insisting that Māori people are not indigenous, they are also claiming that the only Māori who believe themselves to be so are "Elites" who need to be exterminated. Their definition of "elites" seems to be Māori who speak the language, are involved with or aware of their culture and history, or are generally not buying white supremacist bullshit.
A Māori party candidate has had her home broken into, her signs smashed down, her fence driven into and terroristic threats made both in these attacks and via mail.
Māori party billboards have been defaced with swastikas and broken down.
There have been two anti-māori marches in the last two weeks.
National, ACT, NZ First and a host of other far right parties are parroting and endorsing extremely racist conspiratorial shit about Maori and others. I am seriously worried that there is going to be a terrorist attack at a māori event at some point soon.
Tatou ma, we HAVE to vote in this election. And especially to pakeha, take further action. Support kaupapa māori, participate in the ongoing protests and counter-protests and educate yourselves. We have protests here supporting primarily American kaupapa that get more turnout than Māori led actions do. We need to change that.
I feel that māori are slowly starting to shift things in our favor, but unfortunately one of the clear symptoms of that is that right-wing extremists are scared enough to be making serious threats to our safety. Fuck them. Fuck them all. It will be a long fight over the next few years, but we /have/ to do it, if we want the best future for our country.
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virusymbiote · 4 months
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Lute chilling is rly cute
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stirringwinds · 11 months
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tagged by @oumaheroes to post a WIP! so here’s one I have centred on the collapse of Australian and British/other Commonwealth forces to the Japanese during the Fall of Singapore in February 1942:
“You know—” Jack takes a shaky, shuddering breath, and it looks to Zee as though he’s going to fall apart. But then, it comes out, a vivid torrent, “the very last time we spoke, it was February 1st— at the Municipal Building. Right after Pop’s engineers blew up the causeway to Malaya to try and stall those fuckers. Whole place in total bedlam, people running up and down, the air raid sirens blaring on and off, and he was with the Governor, General Percival and a bunch of the other brass. All of them in this room with a gigantic map of the island, the telephone ringing off the hook, everybody cussin’ me out in relief, askin’ where the bloody hell I’d been, sayin’ they thought I got captured up in Johor.” 
Jack’s stare is faraway. “And for some godforsaken reason—I say don’t worry, everything’s gonna be just fine. I say all that steamin’ horseshit, all those lies, right after we got chased down from the top of Malaya back to Singapore in four weeks. That me and my blokes are here—that it won’t be like what happened to Leon. That the wily old fart may be stuck in London, but he has a plan. And he just looks at me in silence; he’s worried, tense. Says that he hopes so, ‘cuz those vindictive bastards know many of his people have been sending money to the resistance in China since the ‘30s, and they’re just itching to settle the score.” 
Jack runs a hand through his hair roughly. He continues. “I could’ve shut my goddamn mouth then—but I don’t. I say hell naw, it won’t, mate. That when this nonsense is over, I’ll buy a round for everyone at the Raffles Hotel bar; he kinda chuckles faintly, says he’ll hold me to it, and that next time, he’ll show me that good satay place. We shake hands on it—and then I’m off.” Her brother’s jaw is taut. “Off to send my men to be cut to pieces again for King and Empire, with not a bloody thing to show for it except—” His voice breaks off, but he doesn’t have to say more. 
Zee’s tongue feels leaden, useless. Her stomach twists. 
They’re ugly words, unconditional surrender. 
It’s still in her mind’s eye, the two-week-old newspaper the clerk at the airfield had dug up, placed in her hands earlier. It’d been ironic that they, who’d been so close to it all, hadn’t seen its full aftermath immortalised in black-and-white, the way millions across the world had—until now.  Underneath the blaring headlines—Father’s men, all of them blurry and out of focus, their backs to the camera, seated across a wooden table from a stern-faced Japanese general, still in his battle dress. The latter, in turn flanked by his staff officers, all of their expressions ranging from calm nonchalance to barely-concealed impatience, the white sheets of paper that constituted the instrument of surrender between them and Father’s men. 
A single, bloodless photograph, that nonetheless embodied how the elder nation that was Father’s once-ally had— with clinical and deliberate precision—rubbed Father’s face and the empty boast of British power into the shattered rubble of Singapore and Malaya before the eyes of the whole world.
anyone else who wants to share writing WIPs, take this as an invitation to do so! ✒️
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New Zealand: I'm like that neighbor that gets to leave the gate open and my doors unlocked.
New Zealand: Or the kid in school who never got bullied because of how many people their older siblings beat up.
New Zealand: and why is this?
New Zealand, gestures to Canada, US, and Australia: Because them.
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cruella-devegan · 1 year
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Beech Tree / Queenstown, New Zealand
Plant based chicken bam bam - plant based chicken schnitzel, coleslaw, chipotle mayo, red onion, aioli
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kyliecatqueen · 2 months
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Countryhumans but almost all of UK/Great Britain/British Empire's descendants are hybrids [50% human, 50% their national animal] except for Australia and his states who are all 100% human, and the family (+ friends who are in the know) have an inside joke that Britain fucked animals and that THAT'S why he's got so many hybrid descendants even tho that's very much NOT the case lmao
👇 English family species under the cut👇
- Britain: Human
- America: Bald Eagle Hybrid (eagle legs, tail, + wings on back, human upper body)
- Canada: Caribou Hybrid (centaur legs + antlers)
- Australia: Human
- New Zealand: Kiwi Bird Hybrid (same proportions as America but with kiwi legs/tail/wings)
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the-heaminator · 1 year
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22 for the Isa prompt- canukr with Alfred interrupting them? 🤭
A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party
Alfred bro let your brother vibe pls, just bc you cant get laid easily due to your bf being more repressed than thou dont mean you have to interrupt him. Quite short but I think I got the point across
The party was like how all parties between them went, many were drunk, and a good proportion was high, where these illicit substances had come from could be a few culprits, all of which were in either a different dimension or a different room to ah, protect their privacy if you would, not that most of them would mind doing it out in the open, more to save the eyes of anyone not blacked out enough to forget it.
There was a lot of food, a lot of terribly off-key singing, and sloppy dancing ranging from misstepped waltzes to what really just looked like slow dancing as they hugged (this was with Spain and Austria by the way should you wish to question it) and whatever the fuck the Kirkland brothers were doing before them and a few others were told to get a room or multiple rooms, looked a bit like a foxtrot though it could've conceivably been anything at this point.
Anyways, Matthew was a lil tipsy, and that was not an overstatement, he had managed to successfully pace himself so right about now he was unlikely to do much stupid, Katya, Yekaterina his beautiful girlfriend, was currently doing shots, and she was doing it well, she had managed to drink Jack under the table, not all that difficult to be fair, but she could still easily co-ordinate herself, and so she went onto Czechia, this would be far far harder, in his experience old-timey Europeans had absurdly high alcohol tolerance, which only got higher as you entered the east, but she managed to win too, all in a good game, they were both incredibly tipsy, and Czchia forfeited only at the concerned and vaguely motherly prodding of Slovakia who really did not want to carry his ex-wife home with her face in a bucket again, they had a wobbly arm wrestle to finish, which understandably Ukraine won, though Czechia put up far more of a fight than anyone else usually does, she got beat, but god naturedly, and wobled off leaning heavily on Slovakia, not like she would say that but like, everyone knew despite being legally divorced they were still very much a couple.
Katya was drunk, she could still stand of course, but was certainly a lot less stable than she normally was, and ended up leaning on Matthew for quite a whole, before he was eventually coaxed into the kitchen for some water, to hydrate her and help her sober up, not really an option anymore but I appreciate the attempt Matthew, when tipsy he was a tad less repressed, as all his family was.
Well Katya was certainly feeling loving right now, and as the two were alone in the kitchen she had an idea, or more so she had the idea for a rather long time beforehand, just now was the perfect time to execute it.
It may not look it to first glance but Katya was strong, quite strong, and strong enough to pin Matthew to one of the cabinets quite resolutely, he squeaked like a dog toy before he was silenced by a kiss planted firmly on his lips, a rather interesting sound came from the both of them, and since Matthew was leaning back now, and Katya was pretty tall meaning that she barely had to stretch either, ok that was a lie, Matthew was a bit too tall for that, but it certainly wasn't as much as usual, and she was wearing heels, well she was, where they went was a bit of a mystery, they'd turn up in the morning, but right now all Matthew's and indeed Katya's brain was fixated upon was each other, she had started to glide her hands over Matthew's soft body, he had his long fingers on her shoulders as she squished into him more, they were both in heaven, an alcohol gazed heaven but one nonetheless.
That being said they werent far gone enough yet to not hear the door open, Alfred went to go check on them, they'd been in there a while, and Zee had come along, to get bread for Jack who was getting incredibly close to the type of drunk that gets him stuck up a tree mostly naked with a goat a snake and half a potato (raw), bread usually helped sober him up just a bit, the door opened and their modesty compromised, Alfred gasped like a religious aunt finding one of the nephews seeing meat before marriage, Zee wolf whistled, she was also a little tipsy and I mean everyone knew that Matt was a hoe, this shouldn't have been a big deal, Alfred was just being weird about it.
Katya close enough to snarled and grabbed Matthew hard and glared at the two in the doorway, Alfred hightailed ot outta there while Zee, who did know how to deal with drunk old-worlders pretty well, raised both her hands, where she could see them, got the bread, and left, Matthew's face was absolutely covered in smooch marks and he looked absolutely flustered that what he could consider an adoptive sister was seeing him, ah, getting it down, and worse being that she was incredibly chill about it, left with her bread, and told them to get a room, before leaving and closing the door like nothing had happened.
Ahem, lets just say that it escalated quite a bit, no one else interrupted them, and Matthew came out of that kitchen a different man than he went in, they did indeed get a room after they were done, but to do nothing else but sleep, cuddled up to each other, that counter had to be cleaned thoroughly numerous times by Alfred before he ever put food on it again, that image would not leave his mind. As for Zee's endeavours, Jack still got stuck up a tree with a goat but he was mostly clothed and neither the snake nor half the potato was up there, so a bit of an improvement if anything.
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ask-aph-oceania · 2 years
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I go months w/o saying anything until I miss them and draw them again 🥲
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msclaritea · 7 months
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Rotten Tomatoes was created by some guys from and is based in New Zealand and I'm sorry but right now, I don't trust a single thing from a British colony. What's also interesting is how much Rotten Tomatoes usually gets trashed by people unless it's downgrading an MCU film. I don't believe these scores. I honestly DO believe that Rotten Tomatoes is an incredibly flawed way to go by judging a film. Do we know any of these people giving their opinions? No. Screw them.
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foreignobjecticus · 2 years
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But actually please do get me started on cheerios because they're also cocktail franks and cocktail sausages and party sausages and mini hotdogs. But then there's puffy dogs which are made with them and pigs in blankets which are also sausage rolls (not if they're made with twiggy sticks) but depending on where I am and who in speaking to, they're NOT, and AAAAAAAAA
But none of them are weiners because that's just ridiculous.
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jakilani · 2 years
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every year i think “this year i will watch paul blart mall cop 2 before the new deathbart ep drops” and then every year i subsequently think “no wait actually it’s funnier if i don’t”
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emiemi345 · 11 months
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My mental health as I discover and read every Bad Space (Scott Base) comic knowing damn well they're going to give me anxiety for the next couple days
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hindbodes · 11 months
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tomatoluvr69 · 2 years
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Mannnnn the apple I’m eating was grown in New Zealand apparently. The magnitude of ridiculousness…hard to wrap my head around. Just checked and that is over 8,500 miles away from me :-/ kind of a huge bummer that this apple had to get fucking shipped and then trucked in from like the furthest possible point on the globe when the state I’m in is the 3rd or 4th highest grower of apples in the US. It also sucks that I bought this at the food co-op which is where people who go vegan for environmental reasons shop. Like how fucking eco friendly is it to eat imported produce from new fucking zealand. I mean it’s on me for buying it in a hurry without checking the sticker but man :/
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May I ask what exactly happened to Jett to not make him trust men? Did he still trust James and if so why? I’m intrigued
Jett's backstory is pretty dark. So I'm going to set a HUGE TW here now. I highly recommend not reading this cause i dont want anyone triggered or bothered
Jett was sold off by Arthur to a noble man as Arthur found the man a very good partner for Jett. Jett really didn't want to be with this man, but sadly, he didn't really take no for an answer. So Jett was taken advantage of often, rendering him defensless and broken, let alone the constant physical, emotional, and mental abuse. This happened for a long while, a few months even, and it was a miracle that someone found him in such a horrendous state
That someone was James. James FOUGHT his way to Jett. Even full-on killing the man who severely hurt Jett this way. Thus the reason why Jett trusts James more than any other male nation out there. James saved his life.
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