#imma watch it in comanche then

[twelvemonkeyswere]

I wanted to watch Prey in Comanche but the original film was recorded in English, so I thought maybe the original acting would probably sound better. I wondered if there were reviews and opinions about how it's best to watch it on the first go and I did a quick search and found this:

On top of cultural reasons, the Comanche version should also be watched because it is the way the film's creators intended it to be seen. In an interview with Digital Spy, Prey producer Jhane Myers says "Originally, when the film was written, the first script I had, across the top it said 'All dialogue in Comanche', and I was like, 'Oh my God, yes'." While this language would've probably made Prey much better than its predecessors, this idea was sadly scrapped when Disney bought out Fox. However, the Comanche dub allows Prey to be closer to its original version, meaning that the dub is the best way to watch it.

DISNEY discarded the idea of filming in Comanche from the get-go. It was always meant to be in Comanche as the first language. Fuck them.

[prey-4-me]

Strange Preferences - Pt II

Prey Predator x fem!reader, slow burn to eventual smut, developing relationship

You continue to be held captive by your terrifying caregiver.

Amishta - name, meaning fearless, limitless

Tenahpu - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for man

Whoa, thx for the ♥️ on the first chapter!! I’m just getting to the “good stuff” 😜 in my writing process, so Imma be posting more soon.

Part II

***

You cracked one eye open furtively. It was sleeping, its breathing heavy and even. Your throat tightened in anticipation. Now you would strike.

It rolled over to face you, mask off. Its mandibles twitched slightly, then stilled. You swallowed hard. It was time. You felt for the small stone you had been shaping into a dagger. It seemed to not notice or not care you had been doing it; either way it would be its death.

You looked at its face again. Its eyes remained closed. You inhaled and held it, your muscles tightening. An owl hooted. The golden eyes flew open, so bright they almost seemed to gleam in the semi darkness of early dawn. It sat up, stretching carefree as it always did. You sat up, knowing it would shake you awake shortly anyway. It nodded at you, chittering softly as it did after rising. Discreetly, you hid  your weapon.

***

A bird woke him. It was not unusual. Stretching languidly, he clicked softly at his companion in gentle greeting. She was already awake. He wondered what she dreamt of.

Igniting a fire, he heated some food for them. He talked quietly to her, watching for signs that she understood his language. He repeated many simple words and phrases, trying to break the barrier. He pointed to the fire patiently, naming it. She watched him solemnly, but didn’t react.

“Someday, you will understand. I know you’re smart enough,” he passed his human her portion. He had learned she ate very little, compared to him. The two of you ate together in silence as the sun rose and the world finished waking up. The sounds of the early day filled his ears. He pondered how he would explain a live human when his kin picked him up. Another problem for another day. He put the fire out.

***

It stomped out the fire when you were done eating. Chattering and clicking, it looked over at you frequently, as if it were waiting for you to respond with your own clicks and growls. It seemed to be repairing something. You looked at it. It was totally unfamiliar to you; alien in every way. It noticed your inspection of the object. Holding it lightly, it extended its hand towards you. You looked at its outstretched hand, then its golden eyes. They were earnest. You took the strange thing from it. It clicked a few times, then was silent. You turned the item over in your hands. There was buffalo horn inlay, halfway completed. You realized it was decorating its possession.

Gasping softly, you looked up at it, wide eyed. In the two days it had kept you, you hadn’t seen anything like this. Granted, you had mostly been focused on surviving and your painful wound, but was it really doing what you thought it was doing? It grunted softly at you, its mandibles clicking. You passed the thing back to your monster. It took it gently, saying something to you softly. You blinked in uncertainty. It was speaking. What was it saying?

***

“Do you like it?” He asked, taking his retractable blade back. He liked the horns of a plant-eating animal he had found. It was making a nice addition to his weapon. She seemed on the verge of understanding him for a split second. But she blinked and sat back. He continued to watch her. “Amishta,” he called her by the name he had given her. She blinked at him. Then her eyes grew wide. She eyed him warily. He repeated her name slowly, gesturing at her.

***

It repeated the same sound several times in a row, waving its hand at you. It sounded familiar… very familiar. Realization hit you like lightning. It had named you? Was it… calling you? Its golden eyes watched you intelligently. You glared at it, trying to make sense of its existence in general, and secondarily of your current situation. Your monster spoke again. The same short growl sounded. You recognized it clearly this time. Shakily, you put your hand over your chest as you looked at it. It rumbled your new moniker. You nodded firmly. You pointed at it. Having no idea what to call it, you chose a simple name, “Tenahpu.”

It was silent, its eyes boring into yours. You repeated yourself, still pointing at it. It grumbled and clicked. Slowly, it brought its hand to its strong chest, just as you had done. You said encouragingly, “Tenahpu.”

It mumbled, deep and scratchy and inhuman, “Tennnnah… Tennnahpu.”

Your mouth slowly fell open.

“Tennnahpu,” it was having a bit of trouble enunciating, but it was speaking a human language. Your heart pounded. Suddenly you realized you were talking with your brother’s murderer, “You motherfucking bastard.” You lunged at it without thinking. It chittered, grabbing and restraining you easily. It sat you down again. Releasing you, it grunted your name in a disapproving tone. You screamed at it, angry. It went back to its work, saying something long and opinionated sounding. You sat listening, dejected.

***

He liked his new human name. He hoped it wasn’t an insult. He talked to her gently. She was angry about something. Eventually she seemed to mellow. He decided this would be a good time to check her leg. Moving slowly, he sidled up to her. She let him unwind her bandages. He made pleased clicks. She was healing nicely with the help of his medicine.

“You’ll be running again in no time,” he pondered aloud. Would the running be away from him, again? She was no trophy, but he would still hunt her down regardless. He had decided she was definitely leaving this planet with him. She was too… interesting to leave behind. He sighed, having finished dressing her injury. “Amishta, soon we are leaving,” he explained. “I will show you many planets on the hunts we will go on. You will be afraid at first but I will protect you.” He purred soothingly, rubbing her head lightly.

***

You sat as it dutifully tended to your wound. It clicked and grumbled as it worked. It continued talking to you after it was done, seemingly explaining something. You heard your name once. Then it was petting your head, surprisingly gently for all the power it had. It rumbled rhythmically deep in its chest as it ran its hand over your skull. You had no idea what to do or what it was doing. But it seemed satisfied to just sit and pet you. Soon it would restrain you for the day, so it could hunt without worry. As if you could escape right now anyway. But, soon you’d be ready. Your chance would come.

[theredpharaoah]

Finally watching Prey, and they pissin me. The only reason Naru was caught unawares was cuz Mr. Misogyny wouldn’t shut tf up. And Taabe’s talking about how he had to carry her back, y’all had to carry back two fully fledged hunters too, no? How you gon ask the newbie to kill what the veterans can’t as initiation? And she definitely speared that shit in the side while balancing on the branch of a weak ass tree. Give my sister her tens!

Mind you, the whole fucking hunt was sabotaged cuz the Predator big sloppy ass roaming around. He keep scaring the fucking animals and messing my sis up. And they not worried enough for me either! Baby, animals don’t skin and gut other animals. And bear tracks? Naru was like “that’s a big ass bear”, baby don’t even give these men that much. You know that’s not a bear’s foot. I don’t even hunt and I could clearly see that. Them LaCienega Boulevardez ass tracks - be serious! I feel like she was being sarcastic, but them dickheads probably didn’t even catch that.

And her mom get on my nerves too. Literally praying on Naru’s downfall. How you ya own daughter’s biggest opp? She can heal and hunt, clearly she already got her degree in the herbals n shit anyway. And let’s get into that, why was they tryna tell her how to do her job when they was carrying Puhi back? I’m sorry, I could’ve sworn I’m the only one who been sitting at home making medicine with my non-supportive mother. Do y’all got some healing knowledge I don’t? Oh, ok….

Anyways, idk if Comanche men still wearing the face paint, but if y’all are - imma need y’all to wear it out more(mind you, I don’t leave my house). The black face paint on the forehead did something visceral to me. I would literally just drop and start giving y’all throaty(consensually of course). Like idk that would probably look hard asl with some Rick Owens or a leather jacket or something. And the feathers? Yes. My only issue is that people gon try and see it as a trend to jump on instead of minding they damn business. I can see that shit now “I’m actually 4% Cherokee”. Lord. So I guess it’s probably not a good idea. I can dream tho.

[neechees]

Hello! Do you have any movie recommendations that have native/indigenous characters and stories as the focal point? I’ve only managed to find some that the mistreatment and injustices but none that are empowering

Imma keep it real with you chief, there aren’t… a lot. Most Native films (the ones about us that arent overly offensive) feature racism or our trauma in some way, and even when it isn’t the main topic, it’s somehow the backdrop. But, I do have a few recommendations for you:

Atanarjuat (the fast Runner): Dubbed as the “most Indian” film to exist in Reel Injun, this is an adaption of an Inuit legend starring Inuit cast and crew, and is entirely in Inuktitut. The actors barely needed a script because of how familiar they were with the story! I think it’s worth a watch

Dreamkeeper: Story about a troubled young Dakota teen who goes on a roadtrip with his grandfather, a storyteller, to see a large “All Nations” pow wow. The movie depicts multiple Indigenous Legends from across the US! Definitely one of my favorite Native Movies, but it’s hard to find. I think you can get it for cheap on itunes or possibly Amazon, but they’ve stopped making physical DVD copies :( or youtube cough cough

Crooked Arrows: cute movie about a Native Lacrosse team!! a man is instructed to coach a Mohawk high school Lacrosse team in New York in order to “urbanize” it, and the boys find their traditional roots while doing so

Reel Injun: a documentary on the portrayal of Native Americans in film, & while it DOES talk about stereotypes & negative portrayals, it does so with areas of lightness & humor, & indigenous self portrayals in film. Definitely worth a watch!

The Dead Lands: action-fantasy story of a Māori boy seeking revenge, with the help of a dangerous man known only as the “Warrior”. Pre-contact story with NO white people also I’m in love with Tekohe Tuhaka & it’s getting a show soon!!

Three Wise Cousins: a city Samoan man goes to find his cousins in rural Samoa so they can teach him the indigenous ways of being a “real island guy” to impress the girl he has a crush on, of humorous proportions! Toxic masculinity is decimated

Hibiscus & Ruthless: SUPERCUTE movie about 2 best friends, shy & introverted Samoan dancer Hibiscus (nicknamed “Biscuits” by Ruth) & her best friend slash makeshift sister, the troublemaker Ruth. The two are in their final year of university, and Hibiscus tries to remain focused (partially due to her strict no-boyfriends, focus on school rules mother) with the help of bodyguard Ruth as a flow of handsome Samoan men try to woo her

Rumble: the Indians that rocked the world: documentary on Native Americans’ role in contemporary music, and their contribution to popular culture. I haven’t seen this one myself yet, though!

The Daughter of Dawn: 1920 silent film made entirely by and starring Native people! Namely people from the Comanche and Kiowa Nations. It centers around Dawn, a beautiful woman in love with one man, but is being encouraged to marry another by her father, & the love triangle they have.

Enjoy!