#jeanne is best auntie

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From left to right, top to bottom: Satraphine, Jeanne-Thérèse, Sparrow, Lyde, Harrier, Eleonora, Étoile, Namanyla, Zoltan.

I decided that the next chapter of my Étoile x Astarion fic that's been in limbo forever could use some more dialogue / context and that this is why it wasn't feeling right to me. So I'm thinking I'll include Étoile and Shadowheart discussing who they were travelling with before the nautiloid abduction and do my best to use that to give Astarion even more introspection, as I do, for comparison with Szarr family oc's and his siblings and whatever.

This meant giving myself more excuses for more oc's.

Étoile is 166 at the start of bg3 and has been in Baldur's Gate for 30 years. Presumably working in the Adventurer's Guild for much, if not all of that time.

Namanyla is my head of the Adventurer's Guild oc. She and Étoile don't / didn't interact much — she's got shit to do, nobles to petition, factions to moderate, but Étoile wasn't an entirely unknown asset / peer. She would know them to look at them, and their work on paper, if nothing else. I would place her around 462.

Satraphine is about 234 at the start of bg3, she's an archfey warlock and whether because of wanderlust, or because of being incidentally a fugitive for various reasons, or because of requests from her patron, she doesn't spend more than a few weeks at a time in Baldur's Gate, annually or every few years.

She is often, if not always, followed by her partner Jeanne-Thérèse whom she (and Étoile) met through the guild. Jeanne-Thérèse calls Namanyla Auntie and is generally very familiar with authority and the inner workings of the various guilds in the Sword Coast. She's an enchantment wizard and approximately 299 years old, so she says.

Sparrow makes up the last of the four-man party that was Étoile, Satraphine, Jeanne-Thérèse and himself at the time Étoile was taken by the nautiloid. He's the youngest by a large margin at 26 years old, a protector aasimar fighter. He was able to summon his halo and wings in combat, which would reveal his nature to his colleagues, but he used to be able to pass for human as he did not have the facial markings the last time Étoile saw him. Since Étoile's abduction and their reunion in act 3 bg3 there's been An Incident with his brother so that now the facial markings are present and unmistakable.

Sparrow's partner, Lyde (lie-dee), 24, has been a frequent presence at the guild hall since she and Sparrow arrived in town on rumors of his missing twin brother. She makes tea and performs tarot tarokka readings, and gossips up a storm. She worries loudly and loves big and can be a comforting presence to newer adventurers or anyone who's had a hard day.

Corrupted by forces unknown, Sparrow's twin brother Harrier is a fallen aasimar vengeance paladin who is motivated to power and violence for "the greater good." I was playing with the idea of killing him, but instead Sparrow can power-of-friendship him back into society 2+ years post-canon.

Eleonora, 29, is even more naive than Harrier and follows / loves him Despite The Warning Signs. She is based on two characters from something but I'm embarrassed to make it any more obvious than it might be at first glance.

Zoltan, 47, is a receptionist / clerk for the guild. The guy handing out the jobs.

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I was struggling previously with the observation that the Chosen Three turned who they needed and exactly who they meant to, with Wyll and Karlach being surprises in Avernus, with many being numbers in Baldur's Gate and at Moonrise, and with Gale, Ulder and Minthara as examples of those being specifically selected. Because I could not conceive of a reason I liked for Étoile to be in their radar. But like this, I think Sparrow would stand out and would have been the nautiloid's target at the start of Étoile's journey.

They were setting camp near a quest objective to be ready for whatever it was that was worth Jeanne-Thérèse's (level 13) time, when late in the night Sparrow (level 6) was out reflecting on his brother and Étoile (level 8) rushed their shield to defend him from an unexpected sky tentacle and is magicked away. Leaving Jeanne-Thérèse with Sparrow and Satraphine (level 8) to make the hard reactionary decision to Teleport them away. It does not go well.

Off Target: You and your group (or the target object) appear a random distance away from the destination in a random direction. Distance off target is 1d10 x 1d10 percent of the distance that was to be travelled. For example, if you tried to travel 120 miles, landed off target, and rolled a 5 and 3 on the two d10s, then you would be off target by 15 percent, or 18 miles. The DM determines the direction off target randomly by rolling a d8 and designating 1 as north, 2 as north-east, 3 as east, and so on around the points of the compass. If you were teleporting to a coastal city and wound up 18 miles out at sea, you could be in trouble.

But it does save them from ceremorphosis the bg3 adventure (sad).

I made Satraphine a warlock entirely because her chest looks amazing in this outfit.

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Mini Fanfic #898: A Morning Outing With Auntie Jean (SSBU X Persona 5)

9:09 a.m. at the Smash Mansion.......

Jeanne: Cereza!~

Bayonetta: Jenny!~ (Happily Hugs her Longtime Friend) It's so good to see you again, my dear~ Looking as fabulous as ever.

Jeanne: I could say the same for you as well, darling~ How are you liking the new style so far?

Bayonetta: (Happily Squeezes her Braids) I love it a lot more than I could ever imagine. It makes me feel like a newer person everyday. (Starts Posing Glamorously) All while maintaining my natural beauty of course~

Jeanne: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Honestly.... Even after all this time, you still remain to be the biggest show-off in the face of this planet.

Bayonetta: Hey. Don't hate me cause I'm glamorous, honey~ You're even more of a bigger show off than I am. So you really have no room to talk.

Jean: (Sighs While Shrugs) I suppose you make a fair point on that tin bit. (Starts Doing a Pose of her Own While Pointing at Bayonetta and Smirking at Her) But don't even think about forgetting who's the one who taught you those moves to begin with.

Bayonetta: (Smirks Back) Never do.

The Giant Ring suddenly appears in front of the two ladies, revealing Ren coming out of it before turning back to it's original, small size onto the Palm of Joker's hand.

Ren: ('Sigh') Finally......

Bayonetta: (Gasps Before Smiling Brightly at Her.....) Renny!~ (Pulls Ren into a Motherly Loving Hug) Good morning!~

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Morning to you too, mom. Sorry I didn't get here sooner. Had to help Futuba find her hard drive in room.

Bayonetta: Her room gotten messy again?

Ren: Yeah, but doesn't look as bad as it was before, you know? Also, she says 'Hi' by the way.

Bayonetta: I'll give her a text.

'Ahem'

The duo turns to see Jeanne staring at them while crossing her arms and tapping her feet in the ground.

Jeanne: Cereza. Darling. Don't you think it's time for you to start the introductions?

Bayonetta: Ooh! That's right! (Turns Back to Ren) Renny, I'd like you to introduce you Jeanne. A fellow Umbra Witch, high school teacher, and-

Jeanne: (Happily Made her Way to the Fluffy Haired Boy) Your one and only auntie!~ (Hugs Ren Lovingly) It's so nice to finally meet you in person~

Ren: (Smiles Softly) Couldn't say it any better myself. You look great by the way.

Jeanne: Why, thank you!~ (Looks Down at the Red Trench Coat) I'm not the biggest fan of the attire I'm wearing. (Smiles Softly) But as long as my sweetheart of a nephew likes it, then i suppose it will suffice for now. And I'm sorry it took so long for us to meet. It would've been a lot sooner....(Slowly Starts Turning her Head to Bayonetta With a Irritated Glare on her Face) If a certain Witch Mommy told me about you BEFOREHAND!

Bayonetta: (Starts Pinching her Nose in Annoyance) How many times do I have to apologize to you about that? You had a busy schedule on your plate nowadays! I didn't think you would have actual freetime until now.

Ren: Yeah. I mean, sure, mom might messed up by not telling you beforehand....

Bayonetta: (Immediately Pouts at her Son) RENNY!

Ren: But it's still better late than never, am I right?

Jeanne: (Stares at the Duo For a Brief Second Before Sighing a Bit in Defeat) Fine..... I suppose I can let bygones be bygones for the time being....(Pouts at Bayonetta While Pointing at Her) But don't think for a second that you're getting off the hook with me that easily, Cereza!

Bayonetta: (Starts Rolling Her Eyes) Oh, don't be so dramatic, Jeanne. I'll buy you dress to make up for it. Happy?

Jeanne: Perhaps.....(Gives Bayonetta a Smirk on her Face) Buy me two dresses and you got yourself a deal.

Bayonetta: (Puts On a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Don't push it, woman. One dress. Take it or leave.

Jeanne: ('Sigh') Fiiine.... I'll take it.

Ren: Wait. We're going shopping first?

Bayonetta: (Happily Nodded Towards Ren) Yep!~ What better way to spend the morning together than to do an early shopping spree?

Jeanne: (Nodded in Agreement) Exactly. And with the help from your mother and I, we'll be able to have the ladies swooning over you in no time.

Ren: I already have girlfriend actually. (Takes His Phone Out of his Pants Pocket and Shows Jeanne the Picture of his Smiling Girlfriend) Her name's Makoto Niijima.

Jeanne: Aww~ That's her? She looks gorgeous, dear.

Ren: (Smiles Softly at the Picture Itself) Yeah. That's my Queen for ya: Strong and Beautiful~

Jeanne: Treating her like a queen already? (Smiles Brightly While Placing her Hands on Both of her Cheeks) I couldn't be more of a prouder auntie~

Bayonetta: (Smiles Proudly) I've raised him well.

Jeanne: Really? I thought the goddess did all of the raising.

Bayonetta: (Gives Jeanne the Middle Finger) Piss off.

Few Minutes Later at Apollo's Fashion District.......

Ren walks out of the dressing room while wearing a complete black like attire: a black trench coat, a black leather fedora, and sunglasses.

Ren: So? (Starts Twirling Around a Bit) How do I look?

Bayonetta: (Smiles Brightly While Clasping her Hands Together) Renny, you look absolutely stunning!~

Jeanne: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) I agree. You look like younger, successful version of Enzo.

Ren: (Smirks Confidently) Nice. Say, what kind of person is Uncle Enzo supposed to be again? You know, besides being a smart mouthed simpleton.

Jeanne: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Oh he's a lot of things, dear.....A loudmouth.

Bayonetta: A greedy coward.

Jeanne: And a bit of a prude.

Bayonetta: But seems to be a devoted family man, so he isn't....too terrible to say the least.

Ren: Cool. And what about Uncle Rodin? Is he really that intimidating as he looks?

Bayonetta: In some areas. But he's mostly level headed all things considered.

Ren: I see.......So uh....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth While Looking Away a Little) You think they'll take a liking to me whenever we meet them someday?

Bayonetta: (Gives Ren a Reassuring Smile as She Gets Up From Where She Was Sitting and Gently Grab his Hand) You don't need to worry about all of that, Renny. I'm positive that they'll love you the moment they lay their eyes on you.

Jeanne: (Crosses her Arms) And if they don't, then we'll be more than happy to beat the shit out of them ourselves.

Bayonetta: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) That's. Right.

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Really don't think that's necessary or anything, but....(Smiles Softly) Thanks.

An Hour Later, Outside of La Shy Guy's Café......

Ren: (Starts Snickering) No way! She seriously did all of that?

Jeanne: (Giggles Softly) Oh you know it! The moment she saw Bambi's mom getting shot, the entire movie theater was nearly flooded with tears. It always amuses me how much of an emotional wreck your mommy dearest was in her younger years.

Bayonetta: (Pouts at the White Haired Maiden) Well, excuse me for expressing my emotions! And could you really blame for what happened in the past? The scene was so sad.....

Jeanne: Yes. But the movie was out decades ago. And Bambi was able to move on from all of that in his adult years. So it wasn't that much of a deal.

Ren: She has a point. It's not nearly as sad as what Diavolo did to Bruno, Abbachio, and Nanarcia in Golden Wind.

Bayonetta: ('Groans') Please don't remind me of any of those scenes.....It always managed to tear me up whenever I think about it....

Jeanne: (Raised an Eyebrow) Since when did you started watching JoJo?

Bayonetta: Since Futuba recommend it to me a while back. Not the biggest fan of the series as she is, but I am taking quite a liking to it so far. Though, I still can't decide which part is my absolute favorite....

Jeanne: My favorite will always be Battle Tendencies. Mostly due to how fun and charismatic Joseph was in his younger years. So you could imagine my disappointment when I heard that he had an affair with another woman. (Takes a Sip of her Latte)

Bayonetta: Ah yeah....I remember that tin bit of the narrative...It wasn't a good look on his part.

Ren: Yeah, but at least he was trying to be decent enough father to Josuke.

Jeanne: That is true. I commend for his effor-

'Ringtone of Mysterious Destinies Plays'

Jeanne: (Picks her Phone Up From the Table and Answers it) Hello? Jeanne speaking.....('Sigh') What is it now, Enzo?...... Seriously? Another holy monster invasion? We JUST finished wiping them out days ago!.......('Sigh') Do I have to do it right now? Couldn't you just try and convince Rodin to-.......Okay, okay fine! I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Just try not to get yourself killed while I get there, okay?.... Alright. Later.

'Call Ends'

Bayonetta: Was that Enzo just now?

Jeanne: ('Sigh') Unfortunately....He wants me come back to Vigird to getting rid the holy abominations.....again....

Bayonetta: (Eyes Widened a Little) Another Holy Monster Invasion? Didn't you already got rid of them days ago?

Jeanne: That's EXACTLY what I said! But apparently, they keep multiplying, so....(Starts Getting Herself Up From Her Side of the Table While Carrying her Shopping Bags) I'm afraid we have to cut our morning outing a little short for today.

Ren: (Smiles Softly) I had a good time with you today, Auntie Jeanne. You're a pretty cool aunt all things considered.

Jeanne: (Happily Makes her Way to Ren Before Hugging Him Lovingly) And I had a wonderful time with you too, my sweet, handsome nephew~ It means so that you think highly of me.

Ren: Oh please. Don't think nothing of it. I'm just glad I had the chance to finally meet you for the first time.

Jeanne: Agreed. (Pulls Away From Ren Before Placing Two Hands on his Shoulders) Be sure to keep lookingook after yourself and mum for me, okay? She may be a bragging, pinheaded crybaby at times.....

Bayonetta: (Immediately Glares at Jeanne) I am sitting right here, you know!?

Jeanne: But regardless of all of that, she means a lot more to me than the entire universe itself. And now that I finally gotten the chance get to know a kind heart young man like yourself today....(Smiles Brightly) I vow to do my very to be the best auntie you'll ever have for as long as I shall live.

Ren: (Stares at Jeanne For a Brief Second Before Smiling Sincerely) Thanks, Auntie Jeanne. And I promise I'll be a good enough nephew for you too.

Jeanne: (Giggles Softly) Silly. You're already good enough in eyes. (Kiss the Top of Ren's Forehead Before Making Her Way to Bayonetta and Hugging Her) You keep taking it easy here, Cereza. Today was fun while it lasted.

Bayonetta: (Happily Hugs Jeanne Back) Couldn't agree more. It's good to finally see you again.

Jeanne: Likewise. (Pulls Away From Bayonetta Before Pointing at her Again) I'll email you my new phone number later on tonight, so you better expect it to come it's way.

Bayonetta: (Giggles Softly) I hear you loud and clear, sister! You be safe out there, you hear?

Jeanne: (Starts Smirking Once More) Please. Suddenly Summons Butterfly Wings Opening Up From her Back) We both know I don't need cations to kick ass.

Bayonetta: (Smirks Back) I know. Just trying to be considerate is all.

Jeanne: Uh-huh. But in the meantime, I'll be seeing you two lovelies next time. (Blows a Goodbye Kiss at the Duo) Ciao~ (Immediately Uses her Wings to Fly Off into the Skies)

Ren: (Waves Goodbye to his Newly Found Aunt) Good luck on your mission, Auntie Jeanne!! (Turns to Bayonetta) I really had a great time today.

Bayonetta: (Smiles Softly at her Son) Me too, dear. I'm so glad you're taking a liking to your aunt. She's like the sister I never had before I met the others here, so it warms my heart to see you two bonding with one another this morning.

Ren: Yeah....But mom...

Bayonetta: Hm?

Ren: This might come out of nowhere and all, but.....(Smiles Softly) Have I ever told you how much I love you today? Cause I've might have forgotten to tell you that earlier.

Bayonetta: (Stares at Ren for a Brief Second Before Giddying Up in Happiness and Pulling him into Lovingly Hug) Noooo!~ You haven't! But you better believe that mommy will always love you each and every day, young man!~ (Starts Kissing Ren's Cheek)

Ren: (Laughs a Bit Ticklishly) Mom! We're still in public.

Bayonetta: Don't ('Mwah') Fucking ('Mwah') CARE!~ ('Mmmwah')

Ren: ('Sigh') Of course you don't.

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Day 20 - Paradise Found

Aurelle joined her Auntie Fleurette and Fleurette’s wife Jeanne on a walk, leaving from the Blue Badger Gate in the late morning and wending their way towards the West Vein. They stopped at the bridge over the river at Auntie Jeanne’s insistence, to drop sticks into the water and see whose would make it under the bridge and out the other side first, laughing and cheering like children all the while. Then continuing steadily on along the path and past the Meadows, to the Matron’s Lethe.

The Calamity had split the Central Shroud in two, the land cracking apart with one half rising to form a new cliff face that would have been impassible if not for Nophica herself leaving a great root of one of the ancient trees exposed and intact to bridge the two areas as a sturdy ramp for her children to make use of. And then a bit more careful climbing and shimmying along the rock at the top brought them to the new best picnic spot in all of the Twelveswood.

The path they had just taken sprawled out before them — the great root they had just climbed, the chocobo stables, the little bridge, and then Gridania itself sitting across from them, the waters of the Jadeite Flood in between, rushing forth from the great waterwheels of the city.

For the Junelezen Challenge 2022

Previous Entries: Introduction / Calamity / A Realm Reborn / History Repeating / Eorzea Defended / Dreams of Ice / Warrior of Light / Heavensward / Floor the Horde / Gaol Break / Orthodox Mayhem / Five Minutes of Fate / Stormblood / Crimson Footprints / Solar Cycle / Lunar Cycle / More Heroes / Shadowbringers / Between Two Worlds

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Leoda Richards   March 15, 1907 - February 7, 1998

Probably the most prolific extra to ever work in Hollywood, Leoda Richards had an amazing 40 year career in some spectacular movies and TV Shows. Starting in Hollywood in her 40′s, her high cheekbones and beauty allowed her to play aristocrats and sales ladies with common ease. It is so much fun to spot Leoda in a movie. Watch for her. 

Just a fraction of her movies and TV Show appearances include A DATE  WITH JUDY, YOUNG BESS, THE FRENCH LINE, A STAR IS BORN, THERE’S NO BUSINESS LIKE SHOW BUSINESS, BATTLE CRY, THE COBWEB, IT’S ALWAYS FAIR WEATHER, MEET ME IN LAS VEGAS, THE BIRDS AND THE BEES, SOMEBODY UP THERE LIKES ME, HIGH SOCIETY, THE SOLID GOLD CADILLAC, DEATH OF A SCOUNDREL, FUNNY FACE, BUNDLE OF JOY, i LOVE LUCY, DESIGNING WOMAN, AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER, JEANNE EAGLES, PAL JOEY, MY MAN GODFREY, JAILHOUSE ROCK, WITNESS TO THE PROSECUTION, CRY TERROR, HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL, AUNTIE MAME, THE TEXAN, THE DONNA REED SHOW, THE REAL MCCOYS, WAGON TRAIN, HOLIDAY FOR LOVERS, THE BEST OF EVERYTHING, THE UNTOUCHABLES, INHERIT THE WIND, G.I. BLUES, LEAVE IT TO BEAVER, MIDNIGHT LACE, PARRISH, ADA, MAN-TRAP, BACHELOR IN PARADISE, FLIGHT THAT DISAPPEARED, POCKETFUL OF MIRACLES, THE CHILDREN’S HOUR, LOVER COME BACK, THE JACK BENNY PROGRAM, DR. KILGARE, ADVICE AND CONSENT, THE TWILIGHT ZONE, WHO’S GOT THE ACTION, GENERAL HOSPITAL, DENNIS THE MENACE, THE THRILL OF IT ALL, MOVE OVER DARLING, THE ALFRED HITCHCOCK HOUR, THE BEST MAN, WHAT A WAY TO GO, HONEYMOON HOTEL, THE KILLERS, HAZEL, THE FUGITIVE, SEND ME NO FLOWERS, WHERE LOVE HAS GONE, PERRY MASON, GOODBYE CHARLIE, THE SOUND OF MUSIC, CAT BALLOU, THE LOVED ONE, GIDGET, MY THREE SONS, MADE IN PARIS, THE CHASE, THE SILENCERS, THE SINGING NUN, ANY WEDNESDAY, BATMAN, HOTEL, THE MONKEES, THOROUGHLY MODERN MILLIE, DOUBLE TROUBLE, THE ST. VALENTINE’S DAY MASSACRE, BANNING, THE FLYING NUN, THE LUCY SHOW, WHO’S MINDING THE MINT?, THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E., GREEN ACRES,YOURS. MINE AND OURS, THAT GIRL, THE IMPOSSIBLE YEARS, FUNNY GIRL, MOD SQUAD, MAYBERRY R.F.D., THE BIG VALLEY, HELLFIGHTERS, SWEET CHARITY, IT TAKES A THIEF, MANNIX, BEWITCHED, THE LOVE GOD?, I DREAM OF JEANNIE, HELLO, DOLLY, ROOM 222, AIRPORT, FAMILY AFFAIR, BANYON, WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH HELEN?, THE F.B.I., MISSION IMPOSSIBLE, THE DORIS DAY SHOW, WHAT’S UP DOC?, SKYJACKED, BLACULA, BANACEK, SAVE THE TIGER, THE MAGICIAN, SCREAM BLACULA SCREAM, WESTWORLD, MAUDE, MCMILLAN & WIFE, MAME, THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY, HERE’S LUCY, THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE, POLICE STORY, RHODA, EARTHQUAKE, THE TOWERING INFERNO, YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN, KOLCHAK; THE NIGHT STALKER, THE ROCKFORD FILES, POLICE WOMAN, ELLERY QUEEN, SILENT MOVIE, STARSKY AND HUTCH, TWO-MINUTE WARNING, FUTUREWORLD, PHYLLIS, THE LOVE BOAT, FUN WITH DICK AND JANE, KOJAK, WONDER WOMAN, LOU GRANT, THE HARDY BOYS/NANCY DREW MYSTERIES, COLUMBO, CHARLIE’S ANGELS, CRASH, GOOD TIMES, CALIFORNIA SUITE, THE MAIN EVENT, AMERICAN GIGOLO, THE BLUES BROTHERS, AIRPLANE!, LAVERNE & SHIRLEY, MAKING LOVE, AIRPLANE II; THE SEQUEL, DYNASTY, QUINCY M.E., THE STAR CHAMBER, AN EARLY FROST and MURDER SHE WROTE.

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Jack Jeanne Playthrough Part 1 (Prologue)

I started a Jack Jeanne playthrough a few days ago on Twitter, but I’ll also post here since Twitter is terrible about archiving. I plan on summarizing the entire demo (which is basically up to the end of the 1st performance), and wooing all of the main cast (lol) for all of Ishida’s stills.

Thanks and enjoy!

Fun fact, the background on the title screen changes depending if it's day or night.

The first screenshot of the game I posted has the night version, and it pans out over the entire city of Tamazaka.

Young Tachibana Kisa and Yonaga Souichirou are playing make believe with Kisa's older brother, Tsuki (Kisa calls him Tsuki-nii). Kisa and Yonaga (Sou-chan) Kisa and Yonaga are siblings fighting against Tsuki the Moon King to save their father who's been turned into stone by him.

Tsuki boasts he's gonna use their father to decorate his palace, and he sprinkles moondust on Kisa and Yonaga to turn them into stone too.

Tsuki: Hahahahahaha! ......okay, that's enough for today.

(Tsuki's totally gonna be the big bad in JJ, I can already tell)

Tsuki stops since the sun is already setting to the kids' dismay. Kisa wishes there was a school where she could spend the entire day singing, acting and performing on stage instead of doing mundane schoolwork. And be able to attend it with Yonaga and Tsuki.

Flash forward a few years, Kisa is watching Tsuki perform at Univeil Revue Academy (not Univers, I checked the JJ site), from the Quartz class. He's got lots of fans, called the pride of the academy. Skilled at singing, dancing, acting, etc. The best.

Kisa wants to perform on that stage just like her brother. If only she could attend Univeil, but since she's not a boy...

Btw, the one on the left is Fumi. Same mole, and Tsuki's bio mentioned he performed with 1st year Fumi when he was in his 3rd year.

Some time later. Kisa is delivering lunches everyday for the local lunch vendor. She runs into her friend Akane Ao (Ao-chan) after finishing deliveries. Ao notes it must be difficult working everyday, but Kisa says it's fun, plus she gets a free lunch.

Ao is preparing for high school entrance exams. Her top choice is the school close to Tamazaka City, where Univeil is located, since she loves watching Univeil's revues. She won't be able to see Kisa as much, but Kisa reassures her they'll continue to meet.

Ao asks if Kisa really isn't going to keep going to school.

Ao: You've got a dream too, right Kisa?

Kisa: No, not really. My father's going through some trouble, so I need to help however I can. I have to go back to the lunch vendor soon. See ya!

(avoiding the topic, huh)

Ao: Ever since her brother disappeared, her family...seems to be going through hard times. I'm worried for you, Kisa-chan.

(My Tsuki-being-the-antagonist vibes are getting more justified. Did his ego get so big that he ditched his family?)

Kisa goes home, about to eat the lunch that auntie packed for her. She hears a noise and wonders if it's a debt collector. But it ends up being a weasel with a crescent-moon on its belly.

Kisa: Eh!? A cat...no, a tanuki? A weasel? In the middle of the city?

The weasel runs around and makes a mess in the closet before it runs away. Kisa ends up finding an album of her and Tsuki. She finds the one of Tsuki at Univeil, and remembers her dream of being on stage at Univeil. But it'll never come true.

Kisa finds a photo she doesn't remember of her, Tsuki and Yonaga playing make-believe at a shrine. Yonaga moved away before middle school so she hasn't seen him in ages. She ends up visiting the shrine, remembering how there was once three of them, but now she's alone.

Kisa: ...Univeil. Univeil Revue Academy is a place where revues are created by male students. Only boys are allowed to attend the school and stand onstage...lucky Tsuki-nii. I wanted to go to Univeil too... 

 A suspicious man: Ohoh, just what I was looking for.

Chuuza Shuuri, voiced by Koyasu Takehito (Dio, Takatsugi), the headmaster of Univeil. He recognizes Kisa right away as Tsuki's younger sister and tells her to enroll at Univeil, shocking Kisa.

He has to ask her to check the school site to prove he's not trying to scam her lol.

When asked why, Chuuza states Univeil and its predecessor, Tamazaka Revue Academy has a 200+ year history, 300+ years if the original traveling troupe "The Tamazaka Company" is included. Every year of its history performed by men only.

But Chuuza finds that tradition stale and wants to breathe some new life into the academy. Why do the same thing for ages when both men and women can have the talent? Kisa will be that new life. Follow Tsuki's footsteps to Univeil and test her strengths there.

There will be resistance against Kisa even if it's the headmaster who's allowing it, so he asks her to disguise herself as a boy. Kisa just needs to pass the entrance exam, and Chuuza will deal with the application.

The chances are high of her being discovered as a girl, and if she is, she will be expelled. If she passes, tuition and dorm fees will be covered and she'll get paid while performing on stage so she doesn't have to worry about her father's debts.

Chuuza: There's no need to give up on your dreams.

Kisa: ...!!!

He leaves so Kisa can think it over.

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OSCARS

Legenda:

Legenda  -  Winners I have watched

Legenda  -  Winners I don’t know of

Legenda  - Winners I know of

Legenda  -  Nominees I have watched

Legenda  -  Nominees I don’t know of

Legenda  -  Nominees I know of

1927/28

BEST MOVIE

Wings

The Racket

7th Heaven

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BEST ACTRESS

Janet Gaynor:

for her role as Diane Angela, The Wife in 7th Heaven and Street Angel Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans

Louise Dresser:

for her role as Mrs. Pleznik in A Ship Comes In

Gloria Swanson:

for her role as Sadie Thompson in Sadie Thompson

1928/29

BEST MOVIE

The Broadway Melody

Alibi

Hollywood Revue

In Old Arizona

The Patriot

= 0

Mary Pickford:

for her role as Norma Besant in Coquette

Ruth Chatterton: 

for her role as Jacqueline Floriot in Madame X

Betty Compson:

for her role as Carrie in The Barker

Jeanne Eagels:

for her role as Leslie Crosbie in The Letter

Corinne Griffith:

for her role as Emma Hamilton in The Divine Lady

Bessie Love:

for her role as Hank Mahoney in The Broadway Melody

1929/30

BEST MOVIE

All Quiet on the Western Front

The Big House

Disraeli

The Divorcee

The Love Parade

= 0

Norma Shearer:

for her role as Jerry Bernard Martin in The Divorcee

Nancy Carroll:

for her role as Hallie Hobart in The Devil’s Holiday

Ruth Chatterton:

for her role as Sarah Storm in Sarah and Son

Greta Garbo:

for her role as Anna Christie/Madame Rita Cavallini in Anna Christie Romance

Norma Shearer:

for her role as Lucia Marlett in Their Own Desire

Gloria Swanson:

for her role as Marion Donnell in The Trespasser

1930/31

BEST MOVIE

Cimarron

East Lynne

The Front Page

Skippy

Trader Horn

= 0

Marie Dressler:

for her role as Min Divot in Min and Bill

Marlene Dietrich:

for her role as Mademoiselle Amy Jolly in Morocco

Irene Dunne:

for her role as Sabra Cravat in Cimarron

Ann Harding:

for her role as Linda Seton in Holiday

Norma Shearer:

for her role as Jan Ashe in A Free Soul

1931/32

BEST MOVIE

Grand Hotel

Arrowsmith

Bad Girl

The Champ

Five Star Final

One Hour with You

Shanghai Express

The Smiling Lieutenant

= 0

Helen Hayes:

for her role as Madelon Claudet in The Sin of Madelon Claudet

Marie Dressler:

for her role as Emma Thatcher Smith in Emma

Lynn Fontanne:

for her role as The Actress in The Guardsman

1932/33

BEST MOVIE

Cavalcade

42nd Street

A Farewell to Arms

I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang

Lady for a Day

Little Women

The Private Life of Henry VIII

She Done Him Wrong

Smilin’ Through

State Fair

= 0

BEST ACTRESS

Katharine Hepburn:

for her role as Eva Lovelace in Morning Glory

May Robson:

for her role as Apple Annie in Lady for a Day

Diana Wynyard:

for her role as Jane Marryot in Cavalcade

1934

BEST MOVIE

It Happened One Night

The Barretts of Wimpole Street

Cleopatra

Flirtation Walk

The Gay Divorcee

Here Comes the Navy

The House of Rothschild

Imitation of Life

One Night of Life

The Thin Man

Viva Villa!

The White Parade

= 0

BEST ACTRESS

Claudette Colbert:

for her role as Ellie Andrews in It Happened One Night

Grace Moore:

for her role as Mary Barrett in One Night of Love

Norma Shearer:

for her role as Elizabeth Barrett in The Barrett of Wimpole Street

Bette Davis:

for her role as Mildred Rogers in Of Human Bondage

1935

BEST MOVIE

Munity on the Bounty

Alice Adams

Broadway Melody of 1936

Captain Blood

David Copperfield

The Informer

The Lives of a Bengal Lancer

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Les Misérables

Naughty Marietta

Rugs of Red Gap

Top Hat

= 0

BEST ACTRESS

Bette Davis:

for her role as Joyce Heath in Dangerous

Elisabeth Bergner:

for her role as Gemma Jones in Escape Me Never

Claudette Colbert:

for her role as Jane Everest in Private Words

Katharine Hepburn:

for her role as Alice Adams in Alice Adams

Miriam Hopkins:

for her role as Becky Sharp in Becky Sharp

Merle Oberon:

for her role as Kitty Vane in The Dark Angel

1936

BEST MOVIE

The Great Ziegfeld

Anthony Adverse

Dodsworth

Libeled Lady

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town

Romeo and Juliet

San Francisco

The Story of Louis Pasteur

A Tale of Two Cities

Three Smart Girls

= 0

BEST ACTRESS

Luise Rainer:

for her role as Anna Held in The Great Ziegfeld

Irene Dunne:

for her role as Theodora Lynn in Theodora Goes Wild

Gladys George:

for her role as Carrie Snyder in Valiant is the Word for Carrie

Carole Lombard:

for her role as Irene Bullock in My Man Godfey

Norma Shearer:

for her role as Juliet Capulet in Romeo and Juliet

1937

BEST MOVIE

The Life of Emile Zola

The Awful Truth

Captain Courageous

Dead End

The Good Earth

In Old Chicago

Lost Horizon

One Hundred Men and a Girl

Stage Door

= 0

BEST ACTRESS

Luise Rainer:

for her role as O-Lan in The Good Earth

Irene Dunne:

for her role as Lucy Warriner in The Awful Truth

Greta Garbo:

for her role as Marguerite Gautier in Camille

Janet Gaynor:

for her role as Esther Victoria Blodgett/Vicki Lester in A Star is Born

Barbara Stanwyck:

for her role as Stella Martin Dallas in Stella Dallas

1938

BEST MOVIE

You Can’t Take It With You

The Adventures of Robin Hood

Alexander’s Ragtime Band

Boys Town

The Citadel

Four Daughters

Grand Illusion

Jezebel

Pygmalion

Test Pilot

= 0

BEST ACTRESS

Bette Davis:

for her role as Julie Marsden in Jezebel

Fay Bainter:

for her role as Hannah Parmalee in White Banners

Wendy Hiller:

for her role as Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion

Norma Shearer:

for her role as Marie Antoinette in Marie Antoinette

Margaret Sullavan:

for her role as Patricia “Pat” Hollmann in Three Comrades

1939

BEST MOVIE

Gone With The Wind

Dark Victory

Goodbye, Mr. Chips

Love Affair

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

Ninotchka

Of Mice and Men

Stagecoach

The Wizard of Oz

Wuthering Heights

= 0

BEST ACTRESS

Vivien Leigh:

for her role as Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind

Bette Davis:

for her role as Judith Traherne in Dark Victory

Irene Dunne:

for her role as Terry McKay in Love Affair

Greta Garbo:

for her role as Nina Yakushnova “Ninotchka” Ivanoff” in Ninotchka

Greer Garson:

for her role as Katherine Bridges in Goodbye, Mr. Chips

1940

BEST MOVIE

Rebecca

All This, and Heaven Too

Foreign Correspondent

The Grapes of Wrath

The Great Dictator

Kitty Foyle

The Letter

The Long Voyage Home

Our Town

The Philadelphia Story

= 0

BEST ACTRESS:

Ginger Rogers:

for her role as Kitty Foyle in Kitty Foyle

Bette Davis:

for her role as Leslie Crosbie in The Letter

Joan Fontaine:

for her role as The Second Mrs. de Winter in Rebecca

Katharine Hepburn:

for her role as Tracy Lord in The Philadelphia Story

Martha Scott:

for her role as Emily Webb in Our Town

1941

BEST MOVIE

How Green Was My Valley

Blossoms in the Dust

Citizen Kane

Here Comes Mr. Jordan

Hold Back the Dawn

The Little Foxes

The Maltese Falcon

One Foot in Heaven

Sargeant York

Suspicion

= 0

BEST ACTRESS:

Joan Fontaine:

for her role as Lina McLaidlaw Aysgarth in Suspicion

Bette Davis:

for her role as Regina Giddens, The Little Foxes

Olivia de Havilland:

Emmy Brown, Hold Back the Dawn

Greer Garson, Blossoms in the Dust

Barbara Stanwyck, Ball of Fire

1942

BEST MOVIE

Mrs. Miniver

The Invaders

Kings Row

The Magnificent Ambersons

The Pied Piper

The Pride of the Yankees

Random Harvest

The Talk of the Town

Wake Island

Yankee Doodle Dandy

= 0

BEST ACTRESS:

Greer Garson, Mrs. Miniver

Bette Davis, Now, Voyager

Katharine Hepburn, Woman of the Year

Rosalind Russel, My Sister Eileen

Teresa Wright, The Pride of the Yankees

1943

BEST MOVIE

Casablanca

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Heaven Can Wait

The Human Comedy

In Which We Serve

Madame Curie

The More the Merrier

The Ox-Bow Incident

The Song of Bernadette

Watch on the Rhine

= 0

BEST ACTRESS:

Jennifer Jones, The Song of Bernadette

Jean Arthur, The More the Merrier

Ingrid Bergman, For Whom the Bell Tolls

Joan Fontaine, The Constant Nymph

Greer Garson, Madame Curie

1944

BEST MOVIE

Going My Way

Double Indemnity

Gaslight

Since You Went Away

Wilson

= 0

BEST ACTRESS:

Ingrid Bergman, Gaslight

Claudette Colbert, Since You Went Away

1945

BEST MOVIE

The Lost Weekend

Anchors Aweigh

The Bells of St. Mary’s

Mildred Pierce

Spellbound

= 0

1946

BEST MOVIE

The Best Years of Our Lives

Henry V

= 0

1947

BEST MOVIE

Gentleman’s Agreement

The Bishop’s Wife

Crossfire

Great Expectations

Miracle on 34th Street

= 0

1948

BEST MOVIE

Hamlet

Johnny Belinda

The Red Shoes

The Snake Pit

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre

= 0

1949

BEST MOVIE

All the King’s Men

Battleground

The Heiress

A Letter to Three Wives

Twelve O’Clock High

= 0

1950

BEST MOVIE

All About Eve

Born Yesterday

Father of the Bride

King Solomon’s Mines

Sunset Boulevard

= 0

1951

BEST MOVIE

An American In Paris

Decision Before Dawn

A Place in the Sun

Quo Vadis

A Streetcar Named Desire

= 0

1952

BEST MOVIE

The Greatest Show on Earth

High Noon

Ivanhoe

Moulin Rouge

The Quiet Man

= 0

1953

BEST MOVIE

From Here to Eternity

Julius Caesar

The Robe

Roman Holiday

Shane

= 1

1954

BEST MOVIE

On The Waterfront

The Caine Mutiny

The Country Girl

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

Three Coins in the Fountain

= 0

1955

BEST MOVIE

Marty

Love is a Many-Splendored Thing

Mister Roberts

Picnic

The Rose Tattoo

= 0

1956

BEST MOVIE

Around the World in 80 Days

Friendly Persuasion

Giant

The King and I

The Ten Commandments

= 0

1957

BEST MOVIE

The Bridge On The River Kwai

12 Angry Men

Peyton Place

Sayonara

Witness for the Prosecution

= 0

1958

BEST MOVIE

Gigi

Auntie Mame

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

The Defiant Ones

Separate Tables

= 0

1959

BEST MOVIE

Ben-Hur

Anatomy of a Murder

The Diary of Anne Frank

The Nun’s Story

Room at the Top

= 0

1960

BEST MOVIE

The Apartment

The Alamo

Elmer Gantry

Sons and Lovers

The Sundowners

= 0

1961

BEST MOVIE

West Side Story

Fanny

The Guns of Navarone

The Hustler

Judgment at Nuremberg

= 1

1962

BEST MOVIE

Lawrence of Arabia

The Longest Day

The Music Man

Mutiny on the Bounty

To Kill a Mockingbird

= 0

1963

BEST MOVIE

Tom Jones

America America

Cleopatra

How the West Was Won

Lilies of the Field

= 0

1964

BEST MOVIE

My Fair Lady

Becket

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Mary Poppins

Zorba the Greek

= 1

1965

BEST MOVIE

The Sound of Music

Darling

Doctor Zhivago

Ship of Fools

A Thousand Clowns

= 1

1966

BEST MOVIE

A Man for All Seasons

Alfie

The Russians Are Coming, the Russians Are Coming

The Sand Pebbles

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf

= 0

1967

BEST MOVIE

In the Heat of the Night

Bonnie and Clyde

Doctor Dolittle

The Graduate

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

= 0

1968

Oliver!

Funny Girl

The Lion in Winter

Rachel, Rachel

Romeo and Juliet

= 1

1969

BEST MOVIE

Midnight Cowboy

Anne of the Thousand Days

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

Hello, Dolly!

Z

= 0

1970

BEST MOVIE

Patton

Airport

Five Easy Pieces

Love Story

M*A*S*H

= 0

1971

BEST MOVIE

The French Connection

A Clockwork Orange

Fiddler on the Roof

The Last Picture

Nicholas and Alexandra

= 0

1972

BEST MOVIE

The Godfather

Cabaret

Deliverance

The Emigrants

Sounder

= 0

1973

BEST MOVIE

The Sting

American Graffitti

Cries and Whispers

The Exorcist

A Touch of Class

= 0

1974

 BEST MOVIE

The Godfather Part II

Chinatown

The Conversation

Lenny

The Towering Inferno

= 0

1975

BEST MOVIE

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

Barry Lyndon

Dog Day Afternoon

Jaws

Nashville

= 0

1976

BEST MOVIE

Rocky

All the President’s Men

Bound for Glory

Network

Taxi Driver

= 0

1977

BEST MOVIE

Annie Hall

The Goodbye Girl

Julia

Star Wars

The Turning Point

= 0

1978

BEST MOVIE

The Deer Hunter

Coming Home

Heaven Can Wait

Midnight Express

An Unmarried Woman

= 0

1979

BEST MOVIE

Kraver vs. Kramer

All That Jazz

Apocalypse Now

Breaking Away

Norma Rae

= 1

1980

BEST MOVIE

Ordinary People

Coal Miner’s Daughter

The Elephant Man

Raging Bull

Tess

= 0

1981

BEST MOVIE

Chariots of Fire

Atlantic City

On Golden Pond

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Reds

= 0

1982

BEST MOVIE

Ghandi

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Missing

Tootsie

The Verdict

= 1

1983

BEST MOVIE

Terms of Endearment

The Big Chill

The Dresser

The Right Stuff

Tender Mercies

= 0

1984

BEST MOVIE

Amadeus

The Killing Fields

A Passage to India

Places in the Heart

A Soldier’s Story

= 0

1985

BEST MOVIE

Out of Africa

The Color Purple

Kiss of the Spider Woman

Prizzi’s Honor

Witness

= 0

1986

BEST MOVIE

Platoon

Children of a Lesser God

Hannah and Her Sisters

The Mission

A Room with a View

= 0

1987

BEST MOVIE

The Last Emperor

Broadcast News

Fatal Attraction

Hope and Glory

Moonstruck

= 2

1988

BEST MOVIE

Rain Man

The Accidental Tourist

Dangerous Liaisons

Mississipi Burning

Working Girl

= 0

1989

BEST MOVIE

Driving Miss Daisy

Born on the Fourth of July

Dead Poets Society

Field of Dreams

My Left Foot

= 1

1990

BEST MOVIE

Dances with Wolves

Awakenings

Ghost

The Godfather III

Goodfellas

= 1

1991

BEST MOVIE

The Silence of the Lambs

Beauty and the Beast

Bugsy

JFK

The Prince of Tides

= 1

1992

BEST MOVIE

Unforgiven

The Crying Game

A Few Good Men

Howards End

Scent of a Woman

= 0

1993

BEST MOVIE

Schindler’s List

The Fugitive

In the Name of the Father

The Piano

The Remains of the Day

= 1

1994

BEST MOVIE

Forrest Gump

Four Weddings and a Funeral

Pulp Fiction

Quiz Show

The Shawshank Redemption

= 3

1995

BEST MOVIE

Braveheart

Apollo 13

Babe

The Postman (Il Postino)

Sense and Sensibility

= 4

1996

BEST MOVIE

The English Patient

Fargo

Jerry McGuire

Secrets & Lies

Shine

= 0

1997

BEST MOVIE

Titanic

As Good as it Gets

The Full Monty

Good Will Hunting

L.A. Confidential

= 3

1998

BEST MOVIE

Shakespeare in Love

Elizabeth

Life is Beautiful

Saving Private Ryan

The Thin Red Line

= 3

1999

BEST MOVIE

American Beauty

The Cider House Rules

The Green Mile

The Insider

The Sixth Sense

= 1

2000

BEST MOVIE

Gladiator

Chocolat

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Erin Brokovich

Traffic

= 3

2001

BEST MOVIE

A Beautiful Mind

Gosfrod Park

In the Bedroom

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Moulin Rouge!

= 1

2002

BEST MOVIE

Chicago

Gangs of New York

The Hours

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

The Pianist

= 1

2003

BEST MOVIE

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

Lost in Translation

Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World

Mystic River

Seabiscuit

= 0

2004

BEST MOVIE

Million Dollar Baby

The Aviator

Finding Neverland

Ray

Sideways

= 1

2005

BEST MOVIE

Crash

Brokeback Mountain

Capote

Good Night, and Good Luck

Munich

= 0

2006

BEST MOVIE

The Departed

Babel

Letters from Iwo Jima

Little Miss Sunshine

The Queen

= 2

2007

BEST MOVIE

No Country for Old Men

Atonement

Juno

Michael Clayton

There Will Be Blood

= 1

2008

BEST MOVIE

Slumdog Millionaire

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Frost/Nixon

Milk

The Reader

= 1

2009

BEST MOVIE

The Hurt Locker

Avatar

The Blind Side

District 9

An Education

Inglorious Basterds

Precious: Based on the Novel “Push” by Saphire

A Serious Man

Up

Up in the Air

= 4

2010

BEST MOVIE

The King’s Speech

127 Hours

Black Swan

The Fighter

Inception

The Kids Are All Right

The Social Network

Toy Story 3

True Grit

Winter’s Bone

= 5

2011

BEST MOVIE

The Artist

The Descendants

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

The Help

Hugo

Midnight in Paris

Moneyball

The Tree of Life

War Horse

= 3

2012

BEST MOVIE

Argo

Amour

Beasts of the Southern Wild

Django Unchained

Les Miserábles

Life of Pi

Lincoln

Silver Linings Playbook

Zero Dark Thirty

= 4

2013

BEST MOVIE

12 Years a Slave

American Hustle

Captain Philips

Dallas Buyers Club

Gravity

Her

Nebraska

Philomena

The Wolf of Wall Street

= 4

2014

BEST MOVIE

Birdman

American Sniper

Boyhood

The Grand Budapest Hotel

The Imitation Game

Selma

The Theory of Everything

Whiplash

= 2

2015

BEST MOVIE

Spotlight

The Big Short

Bridge of Spies

Brooklyn

Mad Max: Fury Road

The Martian

The Revenant

Room

= 3

BEST ACTRESS:

Brie Larson, Room

Cate Blanchett, Carol

Jennifer Lawrence, Joy

Charlotte Rampling, 45 Years

Saoirse, Brooklyn

2016

BEST MOIVE

Moonlight

La La Land

Arrival

Fences

Hacksaw Ridge

Hell or High Water

Hidden Figures

Lion

Manchester by the Sea

= 5

BEST ACTRESS:

Emma Stone, La La Land

Isabelle Huppert, Elle

Ruth Negga, Loving

Natalie Portman, Jackie

Meryl Streep, Florence Foster Jenkins

2017

BEST MOVIE

The Shape of Water

Lady Bird

Call Me by Your Name

Get Out

Darkest Hour

Dunkirk

Phantom Thread

The Post

Three Billboards Outside Ebbig, Missouri

= 4

BEST ACTRESS:

Frances McDormand, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

Sally Hawkins, The Shape of Water

Margot Robbie, I, Tonya

Saoirse Ronan, Lady Bird

Meryl Streep, The Post

TOTAL = 71/

[jerseydeanne]

JM establish herself in US

Meet the Canadian stylist behind Meghan Markle’s hottest looks

By Isabel Vincent

December 3, 2017 | 7:26a

Meghan Markle may be a native Californian and on her way to becoming a British citizen, but she shocked fashionistas around the world when she showed up for her official entree into royalty in a coat and earrings designed by Canadians.

Chalk it up to her best friend, Jessica Mulroney, who has guided the style choices of Prince Harry’s fiancée for years — and who happens to be a prominent member of what passes for Canada’s own version of royalty.

Mulroney, 36, is the daughter-in-law of a former Canadian prime minister and has dressed the country’s current first lady, Sophie Grégoire Trudeau, since her husband’s inauguration two years ago.

Now fashionistas are whispering that Mulroney — the self-described “fashion & bridal stylist” — is also Markle’s behind-the-scenes wardrobe advisor.

“Jessica is very well-connected and savvy, and she knows fashion,” said Canadian fashion journalist Jeanne Beker. “She would tell Sophie about up-and-coming Canadian designers that Sophie might wear. And she’s certainly helped Meghan.”

Markle and Mulroney met through a mutual friend and bonded while Markle was living in Toronto and shooting the legal drama “Suits,” on which she starred from 2011 until a few weeks ago (the actress’ episodes will run through the TV show’s 2018 season).

Last week, Markle stunned at the Kensington Palace photo op announcing her engagement to Prince Harry, wearing a $627 belted white coat from Line the Label, a small knitwear line based in Toronto. The company’s Web site reportedly crashed after the appearance, and a spokesman for the brand said they have since named the coat “Meghan.”

Fashion insiders are crediting Mulroney for the look, right down to Markle’s opal and 18-k yellow-gold studs from Birks, a storied Canadian jeweler established in 1879.

A spokeswoman for Birks confirmed to The Post that it was Mulroney, who has long worked with the jeweler and whose daughter Ivy models for the company’s children’s line, who introduced Markle to the brand.

“[Mulroney] came to us at one point a few months ago, and we knew she had been working on dressing Meghan for a few different things, then introduced us,” said Eva Hartling, the chief marketing officer and vice president for the company’s Maison Birks line.

Photographs of Markle in Maison Birks earrings and rings are featured prominently on the company’s Instagram feed.

“Meghan has worn some of our pieces on a few occasions now and she acquired some of our pieces recently,” Hartling told The Post.

Markle’s engagement look was very similar to one worn by Sophie Trudeau at the swearing-in ceremony of her husband, Justin, as prime minister in November 2015. The first lady chose a white alpaca coat by Canadian brand Sentaler and nude pumps — an outfit coordinated by her friend Mulroney, whose husband, Ben, is pals with Justin. Ben’s father is Brian Mulroney, who served as Canada’s Conservative prime minister from 1984 to 1993; Justin’s father was Pierre Trudeau, who served three terms as Canada’s Liberal prime minister. (Jessica and Ben have three young children.)

Mulroney has remained tight-lipped about her influence on Trudeau and Markle, refusing interviews on both women (although the Telegraph in London has stated she is Markle’s stylist). “She’s not going to be talking to the press about this,” said Ben when The Post called their Toronto home last week to ask about Markle.

Retailers and fashion watchers in Canada say that Mulroney has influenced many of Markle’s stylistic decisions over the years and introduced her to her favorite Canadian brands such as Line the Label, Smythe and Sentaler. She also nurtured Markle’s love of Erdem, the highly successful label started by Montreal-born designer Erdem Moralioglu in 2005.

Mulroney even encouraged Markle to start her own capsule collection with mid-priced retailer Reitmans.

The company made the actress a brand ambassador in August 2015 and featured her in its ads. Markle ended the contract with the store in April, some nine months after she reportedly met Prince Harry.

The future royal and the fashionista share not just a fashion partnership but a real friendship that spans vacations, charity work — and may even see Mulroney as maid of honor when the royal wedding takes place at Windsor Castle in May.

The two embarked on a holiday to the Amalfi Coast last year and chronicled some of their adventures in glossy-magazine-worthy snaps. The trip even had its own Instagram hashtag, #MJxItaly.

The actress is also a spokesperson for Mulroney’s charity, the Shoebox Project for Shelters. The charity was established by Mulroney and her sisters-in-law in 2011 to deliver gifts to women who are homeless or living in shelters. Each shoebox is filled with items “valued at $50 that can enhance self-esteem and reduce feelings of isolation for women in crisis,” according to the group’s Web site.

The Canadian organization, which recently acquired nonprofit status from the IRS in an effort to establish itself in the US, shot to international prominence when Markle was spotted watching Prince Harry at a polo match in Ascot, England, last May while wearing the charity’s “Share Joy” bracelet on her wrist.

Although Markle has formally ended her commitments in Canada in preparation for becoming the latest addition to the British royal family, she remains in close contact with Mulroney, especially in the run-up to the nuptials. Fashion insiders say that Mulroney is uniquely positioned to offer bridal style advice.

Meghan Markle’s sparkling style is worthy of the crown

In addition to her work promoting Canadian designers, Mulroney also works as a consultant with the Canadian outpost of Kleinfeld New York’s bridal emporium, which is home to the reality show “Say Yes to the Dress.”

“The picking of the dress, whether it’s together with your mother, sister, auntie, best friend or grandmother, is very much a part of any bride’s journey,” said Mulroney in a press statement for the bridal-dress retailer. “It’s lovely when I get to be part of that process and get to know the couple and their family.”

And last year, Mulroney began working as a contributing editor for Wedding Vacations magazine, a publication that helps couples plan destination weddings in the Caribbean, Mexico and Central America. Mulroney’s social media posts feature many images of her in cutoff shorts and tank tops, pinning wedding gowns and styling shoots on sunny Caribbean beaches.

Will Mulroney be involved in styling Markle’s May nuptials?

Beker told The Post that it’s likely Markle will listen to her best pal’s advice, at least when it comes to choosing the perfect wedding dress.

So could a Canadian designer actually land the prize job of creating the royal wedding gown? Beker thinks so.

“I can see Erdem,” the fashion journalist said. “He’s become a real darling of the fashion media.”

https://nypost.com/2017/12/03/meet-the-canadian-stylist-behind-meghan-markles-hottest-looks/

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Social Climbing, Thanks Harry! I appreciate Lila

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Since Jack brings them up a lot, I thought I’d make a post about the hybrid kids!

Otis:

10 years old

they/them pronouns

barn owl hybrid

winged with cream feathers for hair, big black eyes, freaky teeth (think inkling beak) and sharp talons.

likes: magic, the color blue, Nightwing/Robin, animals, archery, meat flying, and ice cream

tries to be everyone’s big sibling

Wayne:

10 years old

she/her pronouns

fruit bat hybrid

albino, wings instead of arms, sharp teeth and weird grippy feet

named herself after Bruce Wayne

likes: reading, technology, the color purple, Batman, worms, fruit, jokes, singing, and space

has a very pronounced lisp

Pamela:

8 years old

domestic cat hybrid

African American, red hair, green eyes, tabby pattern, retractable claws, sharp teeth, very freckly

will drag you without warning

named herself after poison ivy, loves super villains so much, likes drawing, tattoos, cats, and gardening

hurt her sibs and she’ll fuck you up

Baxter:

7 years old

domestic rabbit hybrid

Japanese, black hair, brown eyes, tail is white, sharp nails and sharper teeth

Named himself after Buster Baxter from the Arthur series

likes: Harley Quinn, the color pink, learning about different cultures, learning new languages, bunnies, and soft things

Baxter is an obligate herbivore and he speaks fluent Japanese and mostly unaccented English, well fluent for a 7 year old

Nicole:

6 years old

red fox hybrid

of Japanese and African American descent, red hair, yellow eyes, sharp teeth and sharp nails, light freckles

Named after Nick Wilde

likes: the color orange, dead things, playing games, baking, coloring, foxes, and collecting cool rocks

She and Baxter are best friends and are rarely apart

Cerina, Bernard, and Russell (the triplets):

5 years old

German shepherd hybrids

two boys and a girl, all with brown hair and white skin, Russell has blue eyes while his siblings both have brown

their names make up CerBerRus

likes: tag, group activities, coloring, nap piles, making noise, chasing things, toys, MEAT, dogs

they speak in unison, or separately and finish each others sentences and phrases, they’re never apart for long as it causes them great anxiety to not be around each other

Theo(dore):

4 years old

black bear hybrid

very fluffy, with dark hair and eyes, his nationality/ethnicity is currently unknown, however his skin is brown

named after Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt

likes: naps, playing with his siblings, dancing, helping, stickers, hugs, teddy bears

theo is hearing impaired and uses sign language to communicate, he can also read lips fairly well for his age, he’s a very good listener despite not being able to hear and often helps his siblings when they’re upset.

Ky(la)

3 years old

domestic cat hybrid

yellow eyes, black hair, of African American descent, similar features to Pamela

was originally going to be named Kyle (as in Selina Kyle) but thought that was too boyish so she chose kyla instead

likes: her aunties Jeanne and Cereza, toys, getting what she wants, her sister Pamela, cats, playing dress up, and princesses

Ky tries her hardest to behave but behaving and being 3 at the same time is very hard and no one understands

All of the kids have some variation of a tail and all (with the exception of otis and Wayne) have some variation of paw feet.

[wassupmaster]

For Servants to Dream

The Life of Ritsuka Fujimaru: Part Two (Part One found here)

The dream begins with a loud, resounding crash, the door to the Fujimaru house flying open as the Master as a young teen storms inside.

“Would it kill them just to call me once a week?!” she shouts angrily at the top of her lungs. “Even once a month would be better than... than this! Than not knowing if they’re even still alive!”

“Believe me, I tried telling them that,” replied a tired voice from the doorway, and an older woman with long dark hair and a kind smile gently shut the portal behind her as Ritsuka paced back and forth in her living room. Dressed in a simple yet elegant dress made of blue cotton, she possessed an air of noble humility that seemed to fit well with the Fujimaru house. “Your father has always been a stubborn sort---”

“He’s a lying, selfish piece of---”

“Ritsu.” The woman frowned and folded her arms over her chest, looking stern. “His faults aside, he’s still your father.”

“You weren’t so kind to him when I finally called you,” the girl shot back, smiling at a memory even as her fists clenched. “I thought you were going to pull him right through the phone and kill him.”

“Leaving a little girl on her own to fend for herself as long as you did? You bet I would have.” The woman walked over and put a gentle, yet steadying, hand on Ritsuka’s shoulder. “But you have to understand. What he and your mother do on their trips is for your sake, and the sake of your future.”

“...I’d rather have them right here with me,” mumbled Ritsuka, looking away in irritation. “I’d rather not have to appeal to others to actually give a damn about my life.”

“Even your aunt?” smiled the woman, her pink irises twinkling.

“...well, you’d stick your nose in anyway, auntie,” admitted Ritsuka with a hesitant smile.

“You bet I would. Now, let’s see where we can go to celebrate your birthday this year. Unless you’d rather stay here--”

“Sushi!” piped in Ritsuka, hopping in place and clapping her hands. “I want sushi, please!”

“Okay, okay, I get it! Honestly, if I were stuck in this place with just books and schoolwork, I’d get stir crazy too...”

“Hey, those books are my best friends, Aunt Yuki” corrected Ritsuka sternly. “I don’t know where I’d be without King Arthur and Theseus and Sherlock Holmes and Joan of Arc---”

“Haha, wow,” interjected Yuki, looking impressed as the pair prepared to depart once more. “So well read at your age. No wonder you try so hard to be a hero. Still, it would be nice if you tried making some real friends for a change...”

The scene fades into smoke and mist before reforming. Once more, the living room of the Fujimaru House comes into view, except it presents Ritsuka dressed in a formal kimono, looking as though she might hit something. In front of her stands a stern man with sharp, severe features, dressed in a dark yukata with his short dark hair slicked back.

“It seems I should have taken a firmer hand in your life,” said the man in a deep, measured voice. “Treating a guest like that in my own house---”

“I won’t tolerate people insulting me to my face. Father.” Ritsuka spat out the last word as though it left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Do not interrupt me, Ritsuka.” The older man’s frown deepened as he corrected his daughter. “Insults or no, we have a reputation to uphold. In the business world, reputation can make or break a family. Do you understand?”

“I do,” growled Ritsuka, glaring back at him and standing her ground. “So you want people to say you have an easy daughter who will let anyone do or say anything they want. A docile little lamb who won’t fend for herself. Is that it?”

“I never said that. But there’s a time and a place for everything--”

“And that was the best time in the world to break that asshole’s nose,” shot back the teen, unable to restrain her temper further.

“...You’ve been around Yuki for too long. Your language has become quite crude. You also seem to possess strange notions that standing up for yourself is a good idea.”

“It is when you’re never around to stand up for me!” yelled Ritsuka, her rage at it’s peak. “I’ve had to do everything myself for fifteen years, with no support from you or mom! It was only two years ago that Aunt Yuki even found out you left me--”

“We did support you,” said her father, his tone growing cold. “We sent you money, gifts--”

“I wanted you and mom!” snarled Ritsuka, years of frustration and bitterness finally lashing out. “I wanted love! I wanted a warm embrace and being told everything would be alright! I didn’t want an empty house, or lonely birthdays, or a cold miserable life with no one to tell me they cared!”

“Act like an adult, Ritsuka. Sometimes the world is unfair and you’re simply dealt the hand you’re given. You must accept that.”

“And if I don’t?” she growled in reply. “If I decide I want to take my life into my own hands?”

“That isn’t the destiny of a lady in the Fujimaru household,” said her father, his voice still measured and even. “Not when you’re engaged to be married.”

“I--- What?”

Ritsuka stared at her father as though he had clubbed her over the head. Several moments of uncomfortable silence passed before the man spoke up again.

“You are engaged to be married to an extremely prestigeous Japanese family, possessed of wealth and reputation that will keep you happy and content for the rest of your life. The man whose nose you so unceremoniously broke tonight is your fiancee. Unfortunately, we will need to compensate his family for the incident, but the damage is not irreparable--”

“HELL NO!!” roared Ritsuka, finally finding her voice again. “I won’t be forced to marry anyone, especially not that... that... pervy, arrogant bastard!”

“You don’t have a say in the matter,” replied her father coolly. “A month after you graduate from school, we will fulfill the terms of the contract and conduce the wedding ceremony. I expect you to fulfill your duty as a member of this household, Ritsuka.”

The young teen looked down at the floor, her entire body trembling, her fists clenched so tightly that her fingernails drew blood from her palms.

“Do you understand?” asked the man, his voice like ice.

“.....yes. Father.” Ritsuka spoke through gritted teeth, trying to contain herself.

“You have three years to prepare yourself. I expect that to be sufficient time to learn how to properly conduct yourself like a true Japanese lady. Now, there is one other matter to resolve before your mother and I return to work...”

The scene fades and reforms once more, and Ritsuka stands silently in the middle of her library, her shelter, her sanctuary...

And yet all she can do is stare blankly, her eyes wide with horror and grief.

No trace of books remained. Bare, dust covered shelves filled the basement with a hollow emptiness. The tables, once covered with books the age of antiques, now stood bare except for a few scraps of loose paper.

All Ritsuka could do was cry.

Her friends. Her comrades. Her partners. The only companions she had ever known, the only ones who stood by her in life without fail.

All gone. All taken away from her.

“Your childish notions of independence came from being too lenient with the literature available to you,” came the voice of Ritsuka’s father in the dream. “Now perhaps you will be able to keep your focus grounded in reality.”

Broken, uneven whimpers about the unfairness of it all broke through Ritsuka’s trembling lips as tears spilled down her cheeks unchecked.

“Damn, I didn’t think he’d actually go and sell every single book down here.”

Ritsuka turned her watery gaze to meet the source of the familiar voice. Aunt Yuki stood at the bottom of the stairs leading back up to the first floor. Yet something else suddenly drew Ritsuka’s attention: an unmarked cardboard box held in her aunt’s arms, covered with a lid.

“It’s a damn good thing I came and got these when I did,” said Yuki with a mischievous grin, setting the box down on the nearest desk with a heavy thud. “Just be sure to keep these in your room or something, okay? If your father finds out I kept these away from the movers---”

Ritsuka rushed over and tore the lid from the box, her eyes widening as though she had found the most valuable of treasures.

Holmes. Arthur. Jeanne. Achilles. Odysseus. Thor. Karna. Cu Chulainn. Theseus. All there, kept safe from the wave of emptiness that had swept through the library and took away almost everything Ritsuka valued.

And then the girl held her wonderful, cherished aunt in her arms, a wave of sobs cutting loose from inside her body. Finally, she could let go of her emotions and just vent. Yuki, for her part, simply smiled and cuddled her niece close, murmuring the most important words she’d ever hear into her ear.

“Never give up, Ritsu... Never lose hope, never give in, and never stop fighting for what you believe in. If you value your freedom to choose your destiny as much as you value your friends in these books... then keep pushing forward.

“And don’t look back.”

[thekimmelwindows-blog]

V O I C E S | spotlight on the artist: Tashina Lee Emery

Tashina Lee Emery, Ojibwe is currently working on her MA in Arts Politics in Tisch’s Art and Public Policy program where she will graduate later this year. 

Enrolled in the Keweenaw Bay Indian Community of Baraga, MI, Misanaquadikwe is her Native American name: The one who can clear a cloudy day. If you ever have the opportunity to meet Tashina (hint, she’ll be at the exhibition’s reception on April 17th 5:30-8pm in the Skirball Performing Arts Center Lobby, and so should you!), you’ll see what a perfect name this is for Tashina; she truly radiates the sun. 

Her artwork, Anishinaabekwe, is featured in V O I C E S @nyukimmelwindows and we had the chance recently to sit down with the artist to learn a bit more about what inspires her creative process. Check it out! 

Who are the women you have portrayed in your piece and what informed/inspired you to select these 7?

Mikah and Aubree. Jailyn. Sydni. Ginger. Shani. Jeanne. Victoria. Seven humans. Seven bodies. Seven physical places in life moving at once. I obscure through layers the magic of tradition, a sacred secrecy to withhold but instead asserting the wonders of existent real women and their roles in raising villages. The thick and heavy central role of the woman’s strength on the reservation that I witnessed. I celebrate their resilience to generations of trauma, now bearing the weight on my shoulders from my mother. I validate the vigor carried by blood from the collective power of the women who surround me. Glorifying my optimism through the delicate and intimate chiffon silk marking a statement of survival, the ones still here. My work shares the tenacity and superpowers of legacy. Drawing questions of the decisions we make today and how it will affect the future seven generations.

Where did you grow up and how do you feel that contributes to the person you are today?

I grew up on a small reservation of the shores of Lake Superior, the Keweenaw Bay Indian Community in Baraga, Michigan. I was raised traditionally and always had a house full. My mother raised villages, she took in anyone in need. Rez life was always something I wanted to escape growing up. Any opportunity, I took it, the more I left, the more I want to return. The more I return, the more I want to leave. However, I love my home. The awareness from a distanced perspective gives me the vigor for a healthy community, my people deserve.

What materials did you use and can you speak a little about your artistic process?

The silks transparency, the soft touch of see through that flows following the bodies fluid movements. I created seven chiffon pieces to hold the seven women of my inner circle of strength and struggle, woven elegance and damage.

I had invited all the woman in my immediate family during Thanksgiving break to spend the day in Zeba, MI with me, bringing back memories of were my mother and aunties grew up. Originally there was supposed to be a few more chiffon pieces. My cousins, aunties, sisters, and mother dressed across from deep frozen waters of Lake Superior. We did our makeup together and I made sure to bring an immense collection of my own jewelry, which anything they wore they were able to have after. An offering for their time and help in my project. My poems and short proses adorning the woman who raised me and the future generations we too, will one day effect.

My stories come from the hardships I bared, the trauma that my family has. I disguise the complex narratives of hurt and hope with stacked layers, to beautiful burden the viewer. The reader is forced to look deeper. A strategic transparency the viewer will have to work for.

You include what appears to be handwriting in the some of the pieces; who's writing is this and is there more of a story to how and why you've chosen to incorporate this in places?

My mother’s handwriting was such an important piece, representing a thread between all the pieces. The Ojibwe floral layer is the bond between the women, but my mother’s words, some in Ojibwe, are the realistic spots creating a decolonized version of the map, a fabric framework of place. A bit of her being, reclaiming her voice.

What are seven things that inspire you in life and in art-making?

My home. The thick woodlands, and the crystal lake Lake Superior shores. My reservation right near the water's embrace. I vow to surround myself again with the trees and water.

My mom. She is my best friend and her stories however horrific come with a tinge of humor, happiness, and hope.

Indian Country. The social movements and political progressions excite me. I am honored to witness the privileges my ancestors fight so hard for coming into fruition.

My nieces. I try to crave out terrain that one day, they can one day exceed expectations too.

Raw natural materials, their carried stories. I cherish the traditional medicines, the plants, and the decolonized memory and making.

Healing. I come from a Tribal Public Health background and the practices of other first Nations is power. Culture is medicine.

Traveling. The mobile Native or body of color has been a new fascination, especially coming from a reservation enacting my dual citizenship, a double consciousness.

Below are detail images of the installation along with translations of their accompanying poems; be sure to swing by and see the works in person! 

Nieces - Mikah and Aubree - Panel 1

Beautiful Baby.

I look at the light skinned dark babies, the babies born mixed, the mothers who hold shades lighter, the black haired mothers who protect their redheaded daughters.

The worlds purposeful intentions, reminding us that difference is okay, humbling our mothers, my mother. This beautiful baby, we created in our body’s came out into harsh world, the very not memory of the past colonization, not our light skin, not only the light hair. Not the colonizers wounds, it’s a reminder to love one another. To find new forms of securities, new love,  new radical change.

I watch a mother of dark complexion cradle her little lighter joy and embraced the baby’s new warmth, she holds the entire world in that little girl. Her eyes didn’t look like her mothers but she loved her to the moon, I traveled to witnessing her joy.

Nieces - Mikah and Aubree - Panel 1

Bright Pink Fuel.

Bright pink, yes, our favorite color! The colorful toes were adorned in glittered, glamorous, tall, jeweled heels walked through the cold, dark rain. The studded emeralds were the only pieces in color in the gray, murky video as they moved closer towards us, with sass. Then, guess what the fabulous feet did? They brought forward one beautiful foot in slow motion, swung the tattooed leg with just enough force to smash the window, glass in front of them. The glass's sharp edges bursting everywhere.

Be careful where you step, but good thing the feet had heels on.

I see the power in the person wearing those heels, a fight in heels is a tougher work then most. A similar work you’ll have, as women of color, your heels is the shade skin you wear. The height of the stem should empower you. Stand up straight, walk with vigor and purposeful, with finesse. The heels you wear are adorned with jewels of your ancestors carrying you as you sustain them. Please know those heels come with baggage, the pain, the ache in your foot, feel that with every step you take and use it as bright pink fuel.

Cousin - Jailyn - Panel 2

Baamaapii.

Baamaapii. adv tmp temporal adverb - later, after a while, eventually. In Ojibwe, we do not have a “goodbye”. What a beautiful reminder that the permanence of leaving or being gone is unrestricted and open ended to possibilities. We also view death as “passing on”, no one “dies”, but “passes away”, just moving on until we meet again. As a wanderer, these notions of the “see you later” are comforting. I learned very young, my home will always be there - the fresh cold water of Lake Superior, the dark woodlands, the dirt tireless roads, and the vast open fields to roam.

I take my passion, my dreams, the unknown with me to New York City. I left my appreciation, with cooked dinners and movie nights with my mom. I left my joy with my nieces and sisters spending days at the beach. I left my strength with the women in my family, to carry on the raised villages. I left my future with the hardest worker and most compassionate boy, my best friend.

My values of family and my rural home, are so ingrained that I have a innate need to settle and have a family. The reservation calls my name even 1,137.2 miles away. The content lifestyle of the midwest is seducing because it was all I ever was exposed to, it was the norm. I can’t stop moving, I need to explore. The unknown captives me more, but I known in the back of mind I can have it all. My autonomy is so strategic, that I will prove you can be a found soul. Baamaappii.

Cousin - Sydni - Panel 3

Speak or fashion or eat or adorn and repeat.

“Decolonize” has been such a buzz word it’s on fire, the trend game is so strong. Do not get me wrong, we need the framework, decolonization seeks revolutionary change and a sense of peace we all need. Decolonize, a mindful act, has always been an unspoken truth for Native communities, an existing way of life but now it is law. A term to police each other, another quantum to test my blood. A verbiage to see my percentage of authenticity, but guess what I’m not prefect. Strip down bare, bring fire to everything, live in this past world, listen carefully to every word you say. How dare I accuse someone for not wanting to suffer? Not assimilation, but to live a life our ancestors fought to be apart. Yes, I will be educated. Yes I will speak and write in english. Yes, I will shop online. Yes, I will move in and out of the reservation. But, I do everything with my values of my mother and her’s before her.

I hate the word, but I’m not saying to not purse practices, change the agenda, but bring awareness to use words that aren’t even ours. Maybe I’m writing for myself to digest the words of criticism, of hate, of intolerance or unawareness. Decolonize is a tool or maybe a truth to get some where new, but it should never be a way to beat someone up. “If you don’t speak or fashion or eat or adorn and repeat in decolonization, then your Native authenticity is lacking.” More ways of classification, as taunting as measuring my relations to my people, my community and my land. Yes, there is a difference between decolonize and pride, one doesn’t force you to follow along in the boasting of Nativeness.

I’m not the colonizer.

Cousin - Sydni - Panel 3

A part in my heart where no trust lives.

On Saturday morning at 3:21 am, I called the police with an almost calm voice and simply but accurately stated ", I recently had a home invasion with assault." How bleek, I had no emotion, but I spoke in their words so they could hear me.

My face was marked with blood and burned with stinging pain along my eye and a few intense deep scratches on my cheeks. I felt woozy so I sat down with my phone in my hand, numb. I sat alone.

I had already outlined the situation in my head. Trying to replay the events in my head, trying to label and fully understand what happened, trying to remember how to start and finish. I was there, but I couldn’t grasp time anymore. I'm trying to wrap my freshly onset of dizziness, but I was blurry from the outside deep down within, the world flew out softly and left me shuddering on the floor of my living room.

I sat in my house empty. Sending a photo to my best friend first, labeled should I call the police?

I am mad, I am pissed, I have rage. I have a part in my heart where no trust lives. No home or shield that will protect me. The part that reminds me to lock my doors twice. I sit back and observe everyone. I want them to know they ignited a tiny fire and it is a reason to speak even louder, to scream next time. I want accountability. I want justice. I want that if she was a guy, she'd be a prisoner. I want credibility. And this isn't acceptable.

But survival you do alone, when breathing becomes essential. I’m not saved or healed, but I breathe. Take deep breaths.

It is not with the cloak of physical wounds I carry, but the adusatity you have of boasting about the events. The fact that you claim the victim. How does the idea come to your head that you “win”? That you even want to “win”.

My case wasn't taken seriously, so I sparked flames. I couldn’t break the cycles of hurt, because hurt people, hurt people. I am broken, but the fight of a shattered person is effective when saving other shattered people.

Cousin - Ginger - Panel 4

A cloud that dropped everyone to their knees.

I braid the hair of the bridesmaids, and ending with the little flower girls because the restless toddlers couldn’t sit long enough. Their pearl crowns in place, the small crowded house seemed to get louder with anxiousness. My aunty in all white, her voice shook as she entered the room, she held her phone. Already she was the center of attention, we paused everything for the bride, we grew silent listening to the beautiful text her son had just sent. He wished he could be there and was sorry he wasn’t able to see her beauty on her big day. He was called out to a wildfire in Utah at 3 am the night before. The ceremony was near, I was helping with last minute highlight, adding more or less creme blush, we choked on hairspray, sipping wine and beer to ease the excited tensions. I was the last to be ready, the bridal crew escaped leaving me behind while I applied my last touches of peach shadows, hands shaking applying my matte liquid wings. The primer, creme foundation, and the powder setting, can not forget the setting.

The world went blurry, the bride was limp, numb to the news. The alcohol that was just setting in, did not ease the pain I saw and couldn’t digest. Everyone’s shock was a slight buzz, a cloud that dropped everyone to their knees. The disbelief traumatized everyone. His sisters, my sisters screaming out, “he is gone”. She sharply snapped, yelling at my optimistic skepticism. She wanted to punch me with the truth. She could have and I still wouldn’t have listened. The police arrived to confirm.

The trauma of that evening broke my whole family, broke my community. The firefighters never made it outside of Minnesota. Two years have gone by and there is not a day that goes by when I don’t think of the Jimmy, James Frederick Shelifoe Jr. Again, we met at my mother's house to struggle together and we still do.

It wasn’t the day after when the world stopped, it wasn’t the weeks after when a being who was presence no longer existed, it wasn’t the months after where every meal around a table meant Jimmy wasn’t there.

Sister - Shani - Panel 5

Lineage.

My lineage stems from strong powerful women, the strength of wounds that still need healing. The endurance, the resilience mirrored in their our young. They say a higher power, gives you only what you can handle. The generations of women in my life handled what can only be told in stories surrounded by laughter, because you wouldn’t be able to hear the truth in seriousness. My mother comes from broken parents, split in half by trauma. My grandfather beat my grandmother into suicide. His drinking came from the abuse he received himself and so on. At 11 years old my mom and her siblings fended on their own in homes of a broken community - Bridgette, Cathy, Jerry, Jim, Vicki, Miino, Baghi, Wausa, Waba, Allen, and Steve. They carried the heaviness of loss entering this already harsh world.

The pain and hurt has descended to my shoulders, and that’s just the pain I witnessed. Dare I even go back further? Do I want to know? What I do see is the baggage on my cousins, their little ones. We are normalized to the hurt, content with the struggle of barely making it through. That is all we ever known. Three of my uncles are currently incarcerated, more than half addicted to numbing the pain, three have passed on because some couldn’t “handle what the higher power gives you”. The damaged but tenacious beings who now are raising kids. I would ask my mom how do you handle losing a sibling, more than one because, at my age, I didn’t know how to grip the hurt, pain and hate that comes from the loss of a young soul, we were supposed to be the generation of stopped cycles. She never really responded but, just lead the way, just kept moving. It was like an initiation to the club. I have learned loss at age 5 years old. My mother lost her younger sibling and my cousin became my sister.

Now take this hurt, times the built up tonnage by *1,130 and trap it in one place called reservations.

How are you not mad? How do I accuse someone of not wanting to suffer? Because sometimes, I am so heated that I want to fight. I want to break walls, punch, kick and scream - but I don't I use my words and stories. Stories you can only tell in laughter.

*The # of Keweenaw Bay Indian Community Tribal Members Enrolled residing in Baraga County

Mother - Jeanne - Panel 6

Degree of Holiness.

My cousins tease that my mom is a Catholic saint, our lack of Christianity didn’t deter us from labeling her a powerful being having an exceptional degree of holiness, likeness or closeness to God. We did, however, know she was the Native version of a saint, she was a Native Saint.

My mother has an exceptional degree of holiness, a likeness and a closeness to the Creator. She always has, she'd tell us stories of when she was little, she'd sing in the woods as if that was further confirming her sainthood. I think it’s funny, her Ojibwe traditional knowledge is most prominent but I see subtle hints of the colonizer she adapted in her own reclamation. I wonder what my people, called prayers or messages to the Creator before Columbus. Even the Ojibwe word Anama'e, which means prayer translates to “church, Christian”. But the act, the ritual, the modern day ceremony of her prayer creates her own resistance through her blend of worlds.

She offers her Asemaa, tobacco, usually from her fresh pack of Seneca's because Marlboros are now too expensive. She closes her eyes holding them shut, with the same tension as she holds the small grains of the whitewashed Kinnikinnick, smoking herbs. The "old Indian way" would have maybe Bearberry leaf, Mullein leaf, Deer's Tongue, Osha leaf, Red Sumac leaf, and Spearmint leaf in their mixtures. Although now most First Nation’s natural resource departments harvest their own real traditional sacred tobacco, the plant Nicotiana Rustica, successfully and unsuccessfully. But she acts on the call of prayer, which is spontaneous and always urgent. She introduces herself, connects herself to the land, and connects herself to her role and community. I see her mumble the thoughts, the wishes, the needs of my people. I can even hear her inner voice ending each phrase “in a good way”. I give her, her space as she mends those around me.

“Aunty Jean, can you pray about my Dad he is in the hole again.” “Mom, can you pray for my Cats they keep peeing in my bed.” “Can you have your mom pray for me as I go into this final nursing exam.” “Aunty Jean, can you pray for my rez car, I about to bring it to the shop again.” “Mom, can you pray for my IUD procedure Friday.”

This is my meeting place, where my Ojibwe tradition encounters contemporary western society.

Then, the ritual starts again. My mother introduces herself. Nindizhinikaaz Namid Migizi. My name is Dancing Eagle. Nindonjibaa Baraga. I am from Baraga. Mikinaak Nindoodem. My clan is Turtle. She continues sharing her courage with me to do the same.

Mother - Jeanne - Panel 6

Because you are my daughter.

I have never been so filled with anxiety. I see mixed messages on every social platform. My brain is constantly talking to itself and all I’m trying to do sleep for the two hours I have left before the new day starts. For the first time at least since I can, remember I feel like I’m constantly questioning my own work, and my own authenticity, why am I the one allowed too be here, to create? Am I stressed because I’m not apart of my Native community? Or is because I’m the only Native dealing with this new place by herself?

Is this what rewarding risk taking feels like?

Decolonize has always been an unspoken truth, but now it is law. If you don’t speak or fashion or eat or adorn or repeat in decolonization then your Native authenticity is lacking. The new classification is as taunting as blood quantum, measuring my relations to my people, my community and my land. Yes, there is a difference between decolonize and pride, one doesn’t force you to follow along in the boasting of Nativeness.

I have never questioned myself more since coming to NYU, so I asked my mom why do I get to do what I do?

“Because you are sweet and because you are my daughter.”

Aunty - Victoria - Panel 7

Fucking Tough.

Learn to be fucking tough, does being an artist mean I have to be tough? Which I thought I was.

I’m just as valid in my own way, my work is valid and means shit, I need to represent it as is, fight for it, that's my toughness.

I’m just as right as you and I accept you.

Recognize the conversation you now play with everything to the past? Do I have to respond or is it okay to just be?  “I have to be tough, I have to be tough, I have to be tough, I have to be tough” I grow thicker skin, the more I say it.

Aunty - Victoria - Panel 7

Deviant.

The second you don’t feel the fear, you’ll see the future so clear. I’ll keep telling myself that.

And what if my change I try to push, comes before they are ready, is there a better time? Maybe it’s not timing, but it’s more about the process, the way you teach and not scare. Because if you change in a Native American community, then we are gone, we are extinct. The second I’m deviant, an artist, when I break the rules or go against tradition, prove, maintain, and represent I’m still Native. How can I create conditions to change, formation.

Aunty - Victoria - Panel 7

Through Exhaustion.

Both of these worlds, want to refer to me in the trapping past or always a near future, but never the present here and now. I appreciate the challenge, but to be apart of the conversation I physically, mentally and wholeheartedly beg, strive, fight to represent my past with integrity then, I do the exact same to represents the future. Through exhaustion, tirelessly because if I don’t, who will. My nieces and my own children will one day have too, and that makes the urgency even more. I tell myself to grow thicker skin, I need to be tough.

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april: week three

17: i ended up waking up at 8 am. i did open my eyes at 7:30 am but i felt like i needed more sleep. i hit my sleep goal of 7 hours but i’m trying to get 8 hours of sleep every day now. so i got up, brushed my teeth, did cardio kickboxing for 35 minutes, ate breakfast while cooling down, showered, changed, and realized that i still had time to curl my hair if i wanted to and relax a bit before heading out to work! today i chose to work from home because of the boston marathon day and all of that traffic. so, based on my test, it looks like waking up at 7 am will do the trick. it’s about 30-40 minutes earlier than i usually wake up, but we’ll see if it’s worth it. i felt tired but a tiny bit more awake after. kevin was still sleeping so i hopped on my laptop and tried to do work quietly before heading out into the living room to do my first solo call ever :)

i think i went into it too fast but phil liked my bold approach aha. the rest of the day was working on my tutorials and fixing up some client stuff. kevin and i microwaved leftovers and ate outside today. it was soooo nice. then we went back to work and we went to roche bros afterward. we got a $5 strawberry rhubarb pie and also the latest sweet chili garlic snyder’s pretzel pieces, which are pretty good. i think the honey mustard flavor still has my heart. the pie was good and then i ate half a slice more and then my stomach died a bit. i exercised and then showered and relaxed for the rest of the night. i felt moody... i helped kevin wash the dishes while he cooked. we ate a late dinner and i didn’t eat much because of my stomach and i was going to sleep in like an hour. we watched an episode of ‘the travelers’ and then i got into bed at like 10:45 pm and knocked out a bit after.

18: mmm i felt awake when my alarm rang at 7 am. i stayed in bed for a bit and then got ready and did a 25 minute dance cardio workout. i showered and then ate breakfast. i think i’ll be fine doing this for a while. i did a good amount of work in the morning and then walked to the high st food truck area with cole and charles. they got food while i deposited my extra cash. cole got a beautiful mango lassi and i wish i could get one too but nooo ;( i ate with the dev guys and then hopped on my standup right after. my astigmatism kicked in real bad during the last half of the day but i continued doing work and taking breaks when needed. oh, prepare yourself because this is tmi (maybe), but i got my period and i wasn’t expecting it but i had two panty liners in my wallet so it was ok for a bit... so i tried checking the free tampon and pad dispenser but nothing was in it. i asked the front desk worker and she said she put in a work order asap. 20 minutes passed and i checked back -- nothing. then it became a few hours and still nothing. so i was stuck at work and had a call at the end of the day that i had to be on. so i had to use the tp technique and then got home asap. sigh. it wasn’t bad though because it was the first day :)

i did stop by the chocolate store with cole though ahahhaa. i got a dark chocolate easter bunny head on a stick and a dark chocolate peanut butter egg for the price of one! they were on sale of course. cole got his juicy pear jelly beans and his pb cups again. i got back and then chilled for a bit and then did the second part of my exercise routine. it felt good! i did bang my knee on the floor but it’s okay, LOL. then i washed the dishes and put the chicken in the oven and i showered. kevin got back kind of late so i snacked on grapes and watched ‘reign.’ kevin showered and then cooked veggies while i played ‘bravely default.’ then we had dinner while watching the second episode of ‘the travelers.’ kevin doesn’t really like it after finishing the second episode. i just gamed and kind of paid attention. it was already 10:30 pm by the end of show so i got ready for bed, kevin cuddled with me before i slept and then he went to game. i slept a bit later than expected, but it was still only 11:15 pm.

19: it felt like someone punched me in the stomach and i kept tossing and turning in my sleep. i looked at my phone and it was 6:30 am T_T so i laid in bed until 7 am or so and then got up. i had to do a bit of clean up and then i went right into my workout. i managed to do 30 minutes of hiit and abs, prepare breakfast, shower, change, eat, pack up my bag, and say goodbye to kevin. i thought i was going to be late but i got to the office at like 9:20 am. i got on a 8:40 am train though and there were minor delays? hmm. interesting. anyway, i really wanted to go into the office for some reason. i asked cole if i could sit at his desk but he answered during lunch time so i just worked at my desk. i wanted to look out the windows today to help my eyes. it was hard getting into the work zone, but i did it! i got hungry early so i ate my lunch at my desk and then went to high st to look at the food trucks.

there was ‘gogi on the block’ and they had smoothies! the line was extremely long though. there was also a chickpea food truck, which was interesting. i walked back and then went back to work. at the end of the day, i chatted with raj and cait about new york, food, and etc. it was a nice conversation and i ended my day on that. i was so brain dead at 4 pm so it was nice getting to talk to them :) i met up with kevin at the children’s museum and we took the train home together. i nommed on chocolate when i got back and we chilled on the sofa for a bit. then kevin played overwatch while i did 30 minutes of abs. i went and showered and then helped kevin cook the one pot spring pasta. we ate while watching ‘the 100′, which we both do not like. then we just spent the last hour before i went to sleep looking at apartments. we might move and we have a pretty good idea of where we would move. we might even tour the place on saturday just for fun and to see :) i got ready for bed and then ko’d at around 11 pm. kevin spent the rest of the night probably gaming.

20: i was tired when i got up... but i still did 16 minutes of hiit and also 14 minutes of hip hop cardio. my morning was a bit rushed but i made it to work on time and i ate breakfast :P the office was obviously packed because it was thursday and even though i was tired, i was more focused than i was yesterday. i talked to gbf about workouts and etc. i also got to talk to jeanne for a bit too. the day went by pretty fast. i caught up with phil and then went on a demo with him and the team. i ended up being pretty productive by the end of the day. cole left early with steve and i had to stay back and finish up work anyway. i took the train back home and then chilled for a bit and did some back workouts. then i took a quick shower and watched youtube videos for the rest of the night. kevin made eggs with chives and rice. we ate that while watching another episode of black mirror. this one was slightly funny in my opinion, but it was also sad. i was going to wfh tomorrow so i stayed up a bit longer than usual. me and kevin just looked a bit more at apartments. i fell asleep on kevin while he was playing pokemon. then he went to play overwatch and i went back to sleep. i drooled on him a little and he just laughed :P

21: my body woke me up at 7:30 am but i went back to sleep until 8:30 am and then i got up 15 minutes later. i did a less intense zumba exercise today because my body is pretty worn out. then i showered and hopped on my 10 am call. i did a good amount of talking during this call today and it went well :) then i spent some time working on the clients’ stuff. oh, kevin made me an egg sandwich this morning and it was so yummy :D hehe cooked some red onions and it was perfect. so i did some work and got a chance to pick up my packages! we got our prints from rotofugi and i got my package from memebox. i just re-ordered the dynasty cream and i got the benton travel kit because i wanted to hit free shipping. everything in that kit is aloe-focused so my skin should be fine. i talked to vivian for a bit and then went back to work.

i am frustrated with blogilates’ videos right now... they’re super short and she talks at the beginning of every single one. it’s a pain to skip it every time. i tried two of her new butt videos and then gave up and did two of chloe’s legs and butt videos. kevin came back and we ordered from hakata ramen. we both got their new sushi burgers. i got the unagi and he got the crab patty. we shared a dragon roll. it wasn’t what i expected... it was an actual burger with just the meat that was stated. i thought it was going to be rice patties :( my burger was meh. their “sweet potato fries” were actually 5 pieces of sweet potato tempura and the dragon roll (as usual) was great, ahha. we watched another episode of black mirror while eating. this one annoyed me because the protagonist was not like-able and she was kinda useless, ahha. the rest of the night we gamed and went to sleep pretty early at 12 am or 1 am. i think we were both wiped out by this week. i can feel my body adjusting to my schedule changes though. :) so grateful for kevin understanding my schedule change and both of us trying our best to spend time together still even though i sleep at 11 pm, get up at 7 am, and he sleeps at 1-2 am and gets up at 9-10 am. thanks, bearest.

22: i wanted to work out in the morning but i just stayed in bed. i was tired and i knew i was going to do the 60 minute kickboxing video later so i told myself i would just do it all in one go because we had a chill weekend. we ate leftovers for breakfast and then we headed out to the mall so i could do some shoe research and just to get out of the apartment and walk around. we also wanted to eat more of the auntie anne’s pretzels...ahha. we stopped by all the department stores and some clothing stores. i didn’t get anything and after all of that, i just figured that i really want the dr. scholl’s loafers i’ve been looking at. kevin ended up getting red sperry sneakers at nordstrom and they look really good on him. we got an original pretzel and some cinnamon sugar nuggets before shopping and it was too much for us. luckily, we filled up our water bottles and we just walked it off. we stopped by brookstone so that kevin could get his massage and by 3:45 pm, we were exhausted. being in a mall wiped us out and it was screen / signage overload. man, we’re so old now haha.

we drove to oh my tea to get some boba before our apartment tour at west of chestnut. we chilled in the car because it got too cold. oh, let me mention that winston beat my step score for fitbit and i tried my very best to walk everywhere but still couldn’t beat it at the end of the day. this boy walked 20k steps on friday and saturday so i’m like wtf. i’ll get back to him! anyway, kevin and i got into the apartment and started our tour. the leasing agent, lisa, was so funny and nice. this apartment complex is really nice. the floor plan we looked at is bigger than deco and about the same price. it was a good tour and we ended on a good note. i think the biggest difference is that deco is a bit more luxury with the gigantic bathtub and bathroom and just the way the kitchen cabinets are presented, but the atmosphere at west of chestnut (woc) is much more chill and friendlier. we took note of this and will keep them in mind. the location is prime because it’s near the quincy center train stop and in the middle of downtown quincy -- we could walk to fat cat and it is right across the street from oh my tea. x__x;

we headed to shaking crab after and got some cajun fries, garlic noodles, alaskan snow crab, and crawfish. mmm. it was both our first times eating seafood in a bag with sauce and it was pretty good. kevin was having so much fun! i had fun learning how to break seafood. the fries were on point and so were the garlic noodles. they were the best garlic noodles i’ve ever had. we went home in a good mood. we both gamed for a bit to digest and then kevin went climbing and i did my workout. it was good! i thought my stamina would be worse because i split my exercise this past week, but i did everything perfectly. it was a great workout -- i felt great. i showered and then i talked to hillary on the phone for a bit. i miss this girl :< i’m so happy i get to see her in a week! it was around 12 am but i still wanted to watch ‘about time’ with kevin so we hooked it up and watched that. kevin said it is his favorite chick flick now. yasss, this movie still gave me all the feels. kevin got real giddy when watching :P it was cute. we talked about the movie for a bit after and i had a pretty bad headache so we brushed and then went to sleep at like 3 am (no wonder i had a headache). 

23: we woke up at around 10 am and stayed in bed until 11 am. i watched some youtube videos and then took my sunday morning shower -- it’s such a treat :) then i ate potstickers that kevin cooked and some cereal and some leftover pasta. then i played some ‘bravely default’ and watched more videos until kevin was done playing overwatch. we meal planned and then headed out! we went to bj’s first because we needed to restock on a lot of things from there. then we went back to unload the car and put everything away. we got back in the car and parked in kam man but crossed the street to check out the other asian grocery store. it’s called, “lucky fortune” and it is way smaller than kam man but their produce and seafood is sooo fresh. we’re definitely going here for some fruit now. they also had a wide selection of snacks and i got this interesting grape squeeze pocky there. kevin got real hungry and bought a hotdog bun and some egg tarts. oh, we got candy samples at bj’s because we managed to get there early :P anyway, i had a lot of sugary snacks.

i also snacked on the new berry cheerios we got from bj’s and they are so good. anyway, we got some scallions and produce there, went over to kam man to get a few more groceries, and headed to roche to get white bread, kale, and my dark chocolate for period weeks. i actually found the brand i was looking for! maybe i’ll make a showcase on random things i got this week haha. then we drove back, put everything away, kevin made himself some soup dumplings we got at lucky fortune (they were delicious), and i watched more videos. i had a lot of videos to catch up on. then i contacted fitbit customer support because i stained my pink band :( my customer service rep was a dream and she made an order for 2 replacement bands. i got 2 of the regular ones because i wanted to get a darker one so colors wouldn’t transfer so easily. then i did some surveys and internet errands while kevin cooked.

i did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and cleaned the kitchen today. we ate shrimp toast and stir fried cabbage for dinner while watching an episode of ‘black mirror.’ then we realized how “late” it was (for me) and so we took out the trash and kevin washed dishes while i cleaned some of the tables. then he vacuumed and swiffered while i completely cleaned the kitchen. we were we about done, i broke my glass mug T__T it was sitting on a chair because i put it there to clean the island and when i went to pick it up and move it, it slipped and hit the ground. i was pretty upset. :( i got it from mark during the christmas white elephant thingy. sigh. kevin did his best and cheered me up though <3 his hugs are the best. then we brushed our teeth and i showered and i went to sleep while he gamed. he did wake me up while arguing with jon about something -- the usual LOL.