#Sissi of Zenith

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

I'm kinda sad that bebe and sissi don't know about the curse during the FINAL/enchantix year?

Yeah. Sorry, I am unsure if Sissi and Bebe were/are officially Guardians of the Supernatural... Unlike Stella Junior (who got this position thanks to High Queen Roxy's recommendation), who became one for only a short while, thanks to being bitten by a mutated staryummy.

[bitter69uk]

Adieu to ethereal and distinctive actress Shelley Duvall (7 July 1949 - 11 July 2024), one of the essential faces of 1970s American New Hollywood cinema, whose death aged 75 was confirmed yesterday. Sad as the news was, it’s been heartening to see the outpouring of affection for her on social media. Duvall was clearly adored. (As Pauline Kael enthused, Duvall “melts indifference. You’re unable to repress your response; you go right to her in delight, saying ‘I’m yours’.”). The obituaries have inevitably and understandably emphasized Duvall’s sterling work in Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining (1980) and her triumphant TV series Faerie Tale Theatre in the 1980s. I particularly treasure Duvall’s collaborations with director Robert Altman in seven films including McCabe & Mrs. Miller (1971), the downbeat but lyrical Depression-era tragicomedy Thieves Like Us (1974) (she’s heartbreaking in that one!), Nashville (1975) and Popeye (1980) – who else could have portrayed Olive Oyl? I’d argue Duvall’s crowning achievement is her performance opposite the equally astonishing Sissy Spacek in Altman’s eerie dream-like 1977 masterpiece 3 Women. For me, the film - which shifts between black comedy (Duvall repeatedly slamming her skirt in the car door never stops being funny) to psychological horror to total inscrutability - represents the artistic zenith of 1970s New Hollywood. What a total original Duvall was.

[encursed]

Though condemned to the Monastery’s underbelly, Letizia always has an ear pressed to the world above.

She considers it a habit, a precaution, something like survival instinct. It is her own way of becoming acquainted with these new surroundings, this familiar task of keeping tabs on those around her… and she anticipates that the information will come in handy one day.

The arrival of a particular student catches Letizia’s eye, and she wishes it didn’t; the sight of dear little Veronica makes the Director wish she were blind.

She’s won, then. The very thought makes Letizia sick to her stomach. Veronica stands victorious, basking in sunlight and greenery and the power of the Emblian throne while Letizia is cursed to crawl beneath the earth with nothing, not even a name for herself. And here she prances, without a care, into Fódlan. Did she not have a damn empire to lord over?

Why is she here, anyway? For a moment, Letizia fears that somehow, someway, word of her survival had flitted back to Zenith. Is Veronica here to try her? To imprison her, as Letizia did to her? ...no. She thinks. Veronica does not have the heart to do such cruelty.

“Hello, little empress,” Letizia calls out in greeting, bowing mockingly low. “I hadn’t realized a little vacation package came with coronation. Come to gloat, have you?"

     SHE IS FAMILIAR WITH THE STING OF VENOM; that wasp's thorn that too often jutted out of one's voice. So subtle so as to be likened to the slight prick of a rose, yet unmistakably there. Rage. Hatred. Anger. Spite. That ever-stabbing feeling. It's the fire that raged behind her late father's eyes; the mask that hid her brother's face; the dry bone of Thrasir's corpse. Sometimes, it would even be the girl standing in her mirror. Yes. Vengeance. Reckoning. A clawing desire to take back what was yours. She knows them all. And she is all too familiar with it.

     But it seems old friends still come with new surprises. For as much as Veronica is acquainted with the intricacies of scorn, she still finds herself blinking at it when its poison comes from Letizia's face.

     "Sissy…?" Veronica's voice comes out small, like a lost child's. She almost doesn’t recognize her. "What do you mean?"

     She knows her sissy; perhaps more than she knows hatred. Her sissy was kind. Her sissy drank tea with her, her posture impeccable and her pinky slightly dipped forward. It was on her sissy's shoulder that she cried and cried again. Her sissy's hands that she followed when she learned spells. Her sissy's cursive that she memorized, each letter etched into her heart.

     Her sissy was kind. Forgiving, despite everything Veronica's family had done to hers. She knows her sissy and she knows poison. She never thought they would know each other.

     "The throne isn't mine yet." Veronica begins to explain. Perhaps this would clear things up? Yes... people always enjoyed clarifications. "I don't…" her brows knit together, "Why would I gloat?"

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

September 28, 2019: a new episode of The Anatomy Lesson at 11pm EST on CFRC 101.9fm. Music by B.P., Death Kneel, Harrga, Bog Queen, Sissy Spacek and more. Tune in at 101.9 on your FM dial, stream at http://audio.cfrc.ca:8000/listen.pls or listen to an archive here: https://www.mixcloud.com/cameronwillis1232/the-anatomy-lesson-september-28-2019/

B.P. - “He Is In Possession of a Secret Handshake” Grand Lodge of Manitoba (2019) Bog Queen - “Face To The Floor” Bog Queen (2019) Sissy Spacek - “Dislocation” Billions and Billions (2013) Black Spirituals - “Black Zenith II” High Vibration Resonance (2015) FLF - “A” FLF (2017) Pharmakon - “Spit It Out” Devour (2019) Junta Cadre - “It Is Our Duty To Learn The Past And Remember” The East Is Red (2019) Harrga -  “A Vif (ft. Moor Mother)” Héroïques Animaux de la Misère (2019) Death Kneel - “Stripped to the Ivory Core” Adaptive Emotional Use (2019)

[traceydanine]

Christmas Eve

I remember dancing in front of a Zenith console stereo cabinet to an Andy Williams Christmas album.  I was already sweaty in my Polly Flinders dress and my tights were already bagging in the crotch as I danced giddily around the room to “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” sung by Andy Williams.

My mother was in the kitchen finishing up the food offering that we were taking to my grandma’s house on this most magical night of the year, Christmas Eve. The smells coming out of that kitchen made my stomach growl.  

I could hear the water running in the sink as my mother washed up the rest of the dishes and the clatter of the dishes banging against each other as they were hurriedly placed in the drainer.  My mother always hummed as she cooked, cleaned, washed and dried.  Her hum was keeping time with the music tonight that came tumbling and spinning out of those massive sparkling cloth speakers. 

Andy was in fine form tonight.  My mother was in fine form tonight because she would see her sisters Ruby and Carolyn and her brothers Donald and Gary.  I loved them all and I knew they loved me right back in that unconditional way that my parents loved me.  My grandma loved me too.  I was the first and even though I wasn’t the prettiest or the smartest I was the damn first and that meant something in my family. It still means something to me. I work much harder for social standing now, but then, it was my birthright.

My aunts and uncles spoiled me.  My Aunt Carolyn’s husband, my Uncle Harry, always doted on me, and still does.  Aunt Carolyn, well, she is my aunt, but now she is my friend too. She took me to my doctor’s appointments when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, and listened and listened to the girl who used to wear smocked dresses and danced to Andy Williams. My mother’s eldest sister, Aunt Sissy, or Ruby as is her given name, although she is affected by dementia, she is still a spark plug of a person, and she loves me too.  Uncle Gary and Aunt Sissy never married - all of their nieces and nephews were their children and we ate it up like the Brachs Christmas candy in the dish on the end table at our Grandma’s house. My Uncle Don and his wife Aunt Diana loved me and love me still.  My mother cried many tears over the memories of my Uncle Don getting sick with diphtheria when he was little. 

Love was all around, everywhere I looked, it was there.  It was in the meals that my sweet mother made. It was in the voice of my father as he read to me and my sister each night.  It was the smell of the bleach in the towels and in the crispness of the sheets.   It was in the cake my mother baked in the oven.   It was in every bow and box and ribbon.

Love is all around, everywhere I look.  Even though my mother no longer hums in the kitchen, even though she has been gone from my sight for almost 20 years now, love is still there.  My father just died this June and I no longer get to see his blue eyes look at me with affection but love is still there. 

It hangs in the air, it drifts down from the moon, it lights up my face when I look at my son’s face.  It sings a song when my sister calls me and talks with me about those Christmas Eves.  Those days of glory in smartly ironed dresses, patent leather shoes and tights.  With the snow drifting down all around our family as the last person says goodbye and the door is shut behind us.

[totalrejectz]

 ☎ ღ Being a Baby Bawse is hard work ⊙︿⊙  ღ ☎

♨ Outfit :

{MurMur} Maple Sweater - Brown (unpacked) [Ninety-Nine]  Event 2017

{MurMur} Maple Boot Jeans - Dark Blue (unpacked)  [Ninety-Nine]  Event 2017

♨  Hair & Accessories :

*barberyumyum*P02(brown) https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/barberyumyumP02brown/12386364

paper Damsels -niki outfit-orange (unpacked) (necklace from the set)

*  {.:Little Stars.:} * Lil Mermaid - Pink TD Outfit! (bracelet from that set)

Paper Damsels Artemis Earrings *Gift* (unpacked)

=Zenith= Pitbull Head Bag (from gacha)

{Polished} TD NAILS - Ice Cream {Boxed}

When yew a baby bawse so yew makin gummie moves *eats mes gummie bears* yew weady tew be a baby bawse wike mes.. ｡◕‿◕｡

calls mes secreta.. i means mes big sissy tew come bring some milk && cookies >;)

[barbarelladarkrose]

Time To Relaxe… ♥ Cute short Dress "Sissi" From: United Colors  You find this one in difirent Patterns and 12 colors at Kustom9 ♥ Shoe's "Nisha" From: -KC- ~Other Credits ~ Maitreya mesh body , Mesh head Catwa, Hair RA, Sunglasses -KC-, Bag Zenith (gacha), Watch e.Marie

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

Stella Junior is back at Alfea College of Fairies. She knew that this will be her final year. She must do her best to earn her Enchantix, the final fairy form in her formal educational journey to become a fully-fledged fairy. Once she earns it, she will get access into the training exercises. If she is honing her fairy abilities, she can get away from her curse. Speaking of the curse, Stella Junior cover her pointy ears with her hands, side-eyeing other students who are in their own little friend group catching up on their summer vacation. They notice Stella Junior and starting to whispers about her. Great. The princess hope that nobody notice her new appearance, but now they do. Stella Junior wonders if she could conjure up sunglasses to hide her eyes.

As Stella Junior ponder on thinking about hiding her physical appearance, two girls, twins. One have blue eyes and another girl have brown eyes. They have purple coloured hair in different hairstyles; one is short straight and the other is in twin tails with grey highlights. By what they wearing, they are identify as Zenithian human fairies. Their name are Bebe and Sissi, twin daughter of Timothy and The Guardian Fairy of Zenith, Tecna the Fairy of Technology and Technomagic.

“Hey Stella Junior!”, Bebe greeted. Stella Junior is happy to see her friends are here. “Hey girls!”

The three girls embrace themselves in a group hug. It have been so long. She absolutely miss them. Her time on Earth was a lot to pack for The Princess of Solaria, at least she can spent what is left of her normalcy here for the time being.

“We miss you so much! How was your time on Earth?” Sissi asked. “We didn’t see you.”

“Oh, well… That because I spent time in the city of Townsville. It was good. I made good memories here and I guess some friends…” Stella Junior explained to her friends. “Although High Queen Roxy assigned me to be a protector of the magical sect, for a short while… *sigh* I realized I am not ready than I believed. Hopefully I will be ready to become an actual guardian.”

Stella Junior pulled a sad smile, but then become nervous that it shifts to a frown.

Why is she so scare? They are just her friends.

‘Sisi and Bebe are just being concern about me,” Stella Junior thought.

Bebe notices her friend’s new look and sudden behaviour.

“Hey, what with the new look?” Bebe asked, looking concerned at Stella Junior.

Stella Junior flinched and is in tense. She is too quiet to answer.

“Stel-,”

*RI-NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG*!

Saves by the bell, Stella Junior runs inside the school to go to the auditorium for the Welcome Ceremony.

“Stella Junior!” Both Bebe and Sissi said her name, however Stella Junior ignores them.

Stella Junior, Bebe, and Sissi belong to @gloriousdreamunknown

[bitter69uk]

Recently re-visited: 3 Women by Robert Altman (1977). This movie used to crop-up on TV when I was a teenager in Canada, and I remember being entranced by it. Then 3 Women fell off the radar for decades (happily, in recent years 3 Women has been hailed as a masterpiece and been given a deluxe digitally remastered Criterion DVD / Blu-ray reissue). For me, the eerie 3 Women represents the artistic zenith of seventies American “New Hollywood” cinema. 

A naïve hillbilly with the unlikely name of Pinkie Rose (Sissy Spacek) materializes in the resort town of Desert Springs in Southern California and begins work as a care worker at a spa for senior citizens. On her first day, Pinkie is awe-struck by what she perceives as the sophistication and confidence of her colleague Millie Lammoreaux (Shelley Duvall) and immediately attaches herself to her. As luck would have it, Millie needs a new roommate and Pinkie moves in with her at the Purple Sage apartment complex. Nearby is Dodge City, a Country & Western dive bar. The middle-aged married couple who run the bar also own the apartment building. Lecherous, boozy gun nut Edgar Hart used to be a stuntman in Westerns. His silent, inscrutable and warily observant pregnant wife Willie (Janice Rule) is the “third woman” of the title. Willie obsessively paints giant disturbing murals of androgynous sea creatures engaged in violence that seem to portend something awful is about to happen … 

As Millie shows Pinkie around the apartment, Pinkie declares, “You’re the most perfect person I’ve ever met.” (Everyone else – both at work at the senior centre and the neighbours at The Purple Sage – regards the gauche Millie with disdain). This admiration soon grows sinister. There are moments of black comedy (Millie continuously driving around with her skirt slammed in the car door never stops being funny) but 3 Women’s tone gradually turns increasingly nerve-jangling, almost veering into horror movie territory.  As the story unfolds, it raises questions about identity and interdependence. Who are these women? The silly, vain and constantly preening Millie has entirely pieced herself together from tips out of women’s magazines, while childlike mooncalf Pinkie has seemingly emerged from nowhere. Confusingly, Pinkie at one point declares her real name is Mildred, but that she hates it. Offended, Millie asks Pinkie what she think “Millie” is short for. From there, the women’s identities begin merging and blurring. (3 Women anticipates David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive). Millie realizes she knows nothing about Pinkie. Is Pinkie more malevolent than she first appears? 

The career-best performances of Duvall and Spacek are astonishing. 3 Women is a genuinely dream-like, unsettling and mysterious film. The closing minutes, in particular, are deeply enigmatic and open to all kinds of interpretation. My boyfriend Pal had never seen it before and said, “Google this film and tell me what it means!” All these years later, 3 Women still confounds.