#nova clemence

[coochiequeens]

With all the outrage over Trump pardoning the Jan 6 rioters let's not overlook that one of Bidens clemencys was complicit in the murder and cover up of a woman and the media brushes that crime under the rug.

Annie Mae Aquash (Mi'kmaq name Naguset Eask) (March 27, 1945 – mid-December 1975 [1][2]) was a First Nations activist and Mi'kmaq tribal member from Nova Scotia, Canada. Aquash moved to Boston in the 1960s and joined other First Nations and Indigenous Americans focused on education, resistance, and police brutality against urban Indigenous peoples. She was a member of the American Indian Movement (AIM) and participated in several occupations with them. In December 1975, she was kidnapped and murdered in the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation by members of AIM. Her body was later found in February 1976. In the 2000s, several members of AIM were convicted of kidnapping and murdering her.

[perduedansmatete]

dimanche ennui donc liste (certainement pas exhaustive) de moi à moi des artistes que j'ai déjà vu en concert, de ceux que je vois bientôt, de ceux que j'aimerais voir et de ceux que je RÊVE de pouvoir écouter en live un jour:

concerts faits dans un ordre totalement approximatif:

julien doré (petite, j'étais amoureuse de lui et je me souviens d'avoir eu mal au cœur quand il chantait winnipeg)

jeanne cherhal (petite aussi, j'étais absorbée car elle avait chanté quelques chansons suspendue à un cercle en l'air)

olivia ruiz (toute mon enfance)

la grande sophie

the dedicated nothing (ils ont fait un album on en a plus jamais entendu parler et je les avais vu dans une boutique longboard comme c'était des surfeurs mdr)

the dø (dans un festival paumé en vendée, j'étais la plus heureuse)

george ezra

the black lilys

radio elvis 2x

feu! chatterton 3x (j'ai l'impression de faire l'amour quand j'entends arthur teboul chanter en live, un des trois concerts était en plein air vers l'océan c'était beau et poétique)

grand blanc

jumaï

chevalrex

pr2b

clarika (toute mon enfance, dans la voiture avec ma mère)

the limiñanas (inattendu, jamais écouté avant de les voir mais si cher à mon cœur maintenant)

girls in hawaii (souvenirs d'adolescence)

genghar (concert avec mon père dernièrement, j'écoutais beaucoup adolescente aussi)

sallie ford 2x

norma 2x (elle fait fondre mon cœur j'aimerais qu'elle perce)

mattiel

the twilight sad

las aves

prudence (la chanteuse de the dø, on avait gagné un concours avec ma sœur!!)

cate hortl

clara luciani 3x

pomme 2x

franz ferdinand 2x

arctic monkeys 2x (dont une fois catastrophique à rock en seine, des amitiés se sont brisées, des crises d'angoisses, un son merdique)

the strokes (son merdique et problèmes techniques car rock en seine mais j'étais au max)

ledher blue

the cure (que dire de plus??? 3h de the cure en live c'est le paradis)

depeche mode (que des bangers, je m'en remets pas encore)

pi ja ma (choupette, je l'aime depuis la nouvelle star)

delilah bon (à la fin de son concert on a eu droit à tous les chants de manifs de gauchos sans aucune raison pendant 20 minutes et c'était génial)

kalika

fontaines dc (je veux les revoir)

ethel cain (c'était thérapeutique)

angel olsen

lucy dacus (très vite)

tamino 4x (je l'adore de tout mon cœur mais je fais une pause je l'ai trop vu)

ko ko mo 7x ou plus?? (découverts dans un festival paumé en vendée, depuis on les voit tous les ans)

jesse jo stark (trop sexy)

clemence violence

hachiku

jen cloher (lesbiennes australiennes je vous aime)

dynamite shakers

odezenne (j'ai pu chanter je veux te baiser en live c'était fantastique)

georgio (marque le début de la fin d'une amitié mais j'étais tellement heureuse ce soir là)

slowdive

frank carter and the rattlesnakes (ma sœur qui se fait une entorse dans un pogo)

the mysterines

yeule (premier concert toute seule, il m'a fait du bien)

sorry (chanteuse toute timide toute choupi mais génial et j'ai pu crier les paroles de there's so many people that want to be loved)

alexandra savior (écoutez là c'est un ordre)

sarah maison

sextile (concert génial soirée traumatisante)

wunderhorse (de vrais anglais qui s'en branlent de tout c'était cool)

no elevator

emma peters (j'écoute pas mais sympa)

skip the use (j'y allais en mode souvenirs, j'avais jamais écouté ses récents albums et le gars est trop chaud en live)

agar agar

nada surf (le chanteur est trop gentil <3)

hoorsees

adrien gallo (à défaut d'avoir pu voir les bb brunes... et j'étais aussi amoureuse de lui petite)

therapie taxi

nova twins (un de mes meilleurs concerts elles avaient une énergie trop folle)

la femme (mes meilleurs pogos)

tori amos (concert avec ma mère, icone)

l'impératrice 3x (2 fois sans que je veuille vraiment juste ils étaient dans des festivals et j'en peux plus leur scéno c'est toujours la même et c'est mou)

terrenoire

snail mail (mou)

parcels (j'écoute pas mais en concert c'est fou)

tame impala (l'impression d'avoir pris du lsd pendant 1h30)

gaz coombes (le chanteur de supergrass!!)

inhaler

idles (de loin mdr)

foals (mouais)

wet leg (absolument génial premier rang à crier toutes les paroles, tellement qu'il a plu et qu'on a fini le concert dans la boue)

yeah yeah yeahs

izia

the murder capital (amoureuse)

suzie stapleton

maddy street (une copine de ma sœur, c’est trop bien)

origine club renommé bonne nuit (à revoir c’est des vendéens et j’adore les vendéens pas fachos)

alice et moi

prochains concerts:

stoned jesus

dionysos (cadeau de noël pour mes parents, ils nous ont bercé avec)

air

ethel cain (encore)

mannequin pussy

cherry glazerr

lana del rey!!!!!!!!!

ko ko mo (pour la millième fois mdr)

eartheather (j'ai eu une place alors qu'il n'y en avait plus??? yaayyy)

artistes que j'aimerais voir:

yoa

the marias (ils avaient annulé la seule date qu'ils faisaient en france alors qu'on avait nos places avec ma meilleure amie, on leur en veut encore)

anna calvi

bar italia

the last dinner party

coco & clair clair

dora jar

king krule (on m'a empêché de prendre une place la dernière fois car apparemment il chante mal en live)

beach house

lebanon hanover

japanese breakfast

mitski

sally dige

deerhunter

tove lo (je l'ai raté à rock en seine...)

tv girl

sir chloe

hooverphonic

tomberlin

portugal. the man

last train

baxter dury

sophie meier

thao & the get down stay down

fka twigs

elita

yelle (je serai une femme accomplie le jour où je l'aurai vu)

artistes que je rêve de voir dans mes rêves les plus fous:

lush

soko (elle soignerait tous mes maux)

pulp

garbage

fiona apple (c'est beau de rêver)

the smashing pumpkins

courtney barnett (c'est une nécessité je connais tout par cœur)

siouxsie sioux

björk (ratée en septembre dernier...)

eels (mes parents y sont allés sans moi et sans me le dire????)

alt-j (j'écoute depuis trop longtemps pour ne jamais les avoir vu)

cults

pixies

iggy pop (icone, il faut, et je suis amoureuse de lui)

new order

interpol

massive attack (si je craque pour rock en seine...)

emiliana torrini

deftones

she wants revenge

hope sandoval

sigur rós

arcade fire (je crois que le chanteur est un agresseur sexuel. bon.)

the last shadow puppets

the white stripes mais bon... ou jack white

madonna...... mais je suis pauvre

si une âme charitable a tout lu et veut me fournir de quoi me payer des places de concerts je suis preneuse lol merci

[angrybell]

Yesterday, IDF forces recovered the bodies of two people who had been taken hostage. One had been alive at the time of abduction, Eden Zechariah, while the other, Zic Dado, was killed during the attacks on 19/7/23.

The following list are those hostages who have been pronounced dead.

Civilians

1 Shani Louk (23) Nova

2 Mia Goren (56) Nir Oz

3 Aryeh Zalmanovich (86) Nir Oz

4 Judith Weiss (65) Be’eri

5 Clemence Mtenga (22)Nir Oz , unclear if was taken to Gaza ?

6 Ofir Tsarafati (27) Nova

7 Aviv Atzili (49) Nir Oz, unclear if was taken to Gaza ?

8 Ronen Engel , announced Dec 1 (55) Nir Oz

9 Guy Iloz , announced Dec 1 (26) Nova

10 Ofra Keider - Dec 1 (70) Be’eri

11 Eliyahu Margalit - Dec 1 (75) Nir Oz)

12 Yonatan Samerano (21) , Nova . Announced Dec 4

13 Sahar Baruch (24), Beeri. Announced Dec 8

14 Eitan Levy (53) Beeri . Body being held in Gaza . Dec 8

14 Aden Zachariah (27) Nova. Body recovered.

Kidnapped soldiers:

1 Noa Marciano (19, taken alive )

2 Kiril Brodsky (19)

3 Tomer Yaakov Achims (20)

4 Shaked Dahan (19)

5 Col Asaf Hamimi - killed on 7th, body held by Hamas (41)

6 Ziv Dado (36) body recovered via IDF op

Baruch Dayan Emmet.

[shydeluded]

CONTO: O dia em que uma mãe consolou pela primeira vez sua filha que sofria por amor.

Por: shydeluded.

Chego em casa após mais um dia corrido no escritório. Essa semana os proprietários da Clemency’s infernizaram a minha cabeça e a de meus funcionários para entregarmos todos os balancetes da empresa deles. E ainda nem conseguimos concluir.

De qualquer forma isso é um problema para a Jane de segunda-feira.

Ao abrir a porta, sou tomada pelo clima pesado que se instaurou na casa há duas semanas. Minha filha Julie de dezessete anos, sofreu sua primeira decepção amorosa e está cabisbaixa e depressiva desde então. Ela ainda não se abriu comigo e preferi dar espaço a ela.

Mas, já fazem duas semanas e meu instinto materno me diz que preciso fazer algo por ela, nem que seja oferecer algumas palavras de conforto.

Eu já passei por isso tantas vezes nessa minha vida, e sei que parece que vamos morrer, mas não morremos, e sinto que minha filha precisa saber disso.

Bato na porta de seu quarto.

- Pode entrar – diz Julie com os olhos inchados e um balde de pipoca ao seu lado na cama.

Bom, pelo menos ela está comendo, após perder dois quilos pela falta de apetite gerados pela tristeza.

- Oi meu amor, como você está? – pergunto.

É uma pergunta retórica, mas Julie já consegue responder sem cair aos prantos.

- Estou indo, mãe. – Ela funga.

Então decido que é o momento de expor os meus fantasmas de dores passadas para Julie.

- Filha, sei que está doendo muito agora, pois você gostava do Ryan. Já te disse isso, mas não custa repetir: vai passar.

“Eu já passei tantas vezes por decepções amorosas na minha vida, sofri tantas rejeições e abandonos, que cheguei a um ponto de duvidar da capacidade de alguém um dia me amar verdadeiramente.

A primeira vez foi com sua idade, aos 17 anos. Até nisso você puxou a mim. Foi com um garoto do colégio, ele foi meu primeiro beijo e logo depois começou a me ignorar.

Depois teve o guri que me seguiu no Instagram, saímos umas quatro vezes, tínhamos uma conexão muito legal, eu achei que tinha encontrado o cara perfeito! Até que um dia ele decidiu que não me queria mais, por mensagem.

Aí teve a minha primeira grande decepção, o carinha com quem perdi minha virgindade... Esse eu tinha certeza que ia dar em namoro, casamento, filhos. Ele era muito parecido comigo em vários aspectos e novamente tínhamos aquela conexão mágica. Sei que estou parecendo um roteador Wi-Fi de tanta conexão, mas bastava o cara saber ter uma conversa decente e me tratar bem, que eu já achava encantador. Enfim, eu transei com ele por que achei que seríamos namorados em breve, e ele foi o único que me despertou esse desejo. Por isso eu não me arrependo. Eu tinha 20 anos, e foi no momento certo, com a pessoa certa. Só que mais uma vez fui deixada. Ele disse que não estava mais sentindo o mesmo por mim e que não queria me prender até o sentimento voltar. Na hora eu fiquei sem chão, mas com o tempo eu percebi que ele foi um dos caras mais verdadeiros e com responsabilidade afetiva que já passou pela minha vida. Não fez joguinhos e foi sincero quanto ao seu sentimento por mim.

Mas o trauma foi tão grande que eu passei quase um ano sem me relacionar com ninguém, morrendo de medo de sofrer tudo de novo.

Fiquei com alguns caras após certo tempo, mas não me envolvi emocionalmente com nenhum deles, então não sofria quando acabava. Muitas vezes eu mesmo terminava.

Aí veio um que me pegou de jeito. Sabe aqueles caras que ficam no seu Direct do Instagram mendigando uma chance? Então, eu resolvi dar uma chance pra esse guri. Conversamos online por um tempo e eu até que estava curtindo ele, mas ele começou a demorar muito pra me responder, falar pouco e o meu coração traumatizado com a rejeição fez eu me retirar antes que o pior acontecesse, e eu bloqueei ele. Meses depois ele me chamou em outra rede social pedindo uma nova chance, pensei “Por que não? Talvez só não estávamos no mesmo timing”. Dessa vez nós saímos, e eu que estava numa seca do caramba, acabei transando com ele e descobrindo muitas coisas sobre meu corpo. Acontece que o sexo foi muito bom, e não bem sei se me apeguei a isso, mas eu queria ver ele mais vezes. Só que de novo ele começou a se afastar e agir estranho, bloqueei novamente. Após um mês ele entrou em contato comigo de novo, dizendo que não sabia se relacionar comigo direito pois estava solteiro a muitos anos, que queria algo sério comigo e que iria agir diferente. Eu, besta com a ideia de finalmente ter um relacionamento (e sexo dos bons), dei outra chance, saímos (transamos de novo) e novamente o cara começou a sumir. Só que a essa altura eu já estava tendo crises de ansiedade, sem acreditar que estava acontecendo de novo. Mandei uma mensagem pra ele dizendo que acabou de vez e para ele não me procurar mais, e tivemos um fim definitivo.

Agora, filha, vem o que mais me dilacerou, talvez a maior decepção amorosa da minha vida. Colocou todas as outras no chinelo. Foi para me ensinar uma grande lição que parecia que eu ainda não havia aprendido: me valorizar e preservar o meu coração, sem entrega-lo para qualquer um.

A gente se conheceu pela internet, nesses aplicativos de relacionamento. Morávamos na mesma cidade, não muito longe. A conversa fluiu bem demais, mais uma vez senti aquela “conexão”. Saímos após uma semana de conversa online e foi maravilhoso. O cara deixou bem claro que tinha intenções de ter algo sério comigo, que também estava encantado e que tínhamos grandes chances de dar certo. Eu estava nas nuvens, pois sentia o mesmo e nunca alguém tinha dito aquelas coisas pra mim. Nos vimos mais vezes depois, com certa frequência. Até que no terceiro encontro ele disse que me amava, e eu retribuí a fala. Nem sabia se eu sentia exatamente aquilo, mas eu acreditava tanto que ele era a pessoa certa pra mim que me pareceu o correto a se dizer. Logo, eu já estava conhecendo a família dele. Marcamos um fim de semana em um chalé onde eu tinha certeza que seria pedido em namoro (só por isso que eu fui conhecer a família dele). Chegou o dia do chalé, assim que chegamos ele fez o pedido, com aliança e tudo, e eu aceitei obviamente.

Finalmente estava acontecendo! Eu tinha desencalhado e ao que tudo indicava com o cara dos meus sonhos. Bom, pelo menos era o que eu pensava até aquele dia.

Naquele mesmo dia, minha filha, este homem virou outro. Começou a se distanciar de mim. Foi surreal como foi rápida essa mudança. Chamei-o para conversar sobre isso e ele disse que devido a um relacionamento anterior que não era saudável, quando notou que estava entrando em outro, seu instinto foi se afastar. Ele me disse que me amava e que iria mudar. Mas ele já não era mais o mesmo querida. Parecia que o homem pelo qual eu havia me apaixonado morreu e foi substituído por outro, foi coisa de louco. Ao notar que a mudança não vinha, questionei ele com mais firmeza, para ele entender que eu não ficaria em um relacionamento no qual não me sentisse valorizada, pois independente do sentimento que eu tinha por ele, eu me amava mais.

Eu esperava que isso despertasse nele o medo de me perder, afinal ele dizia que me amava, certo? Mas não, ele optou por colocar um ponto final. Disse que estávamos em momentos diferentes e que não estava conseguindo demonstrar o que eu merecia, e que não queria me fazer sofrer.

Tarde demais, eu já estava totalmente quebrada e machucada. Não fui atrás de respostas, apenas respeitei sua decisão. Mas passei meses me questionando o que diabos aconteceu. Porque aquele homem disse que me amava, me pediu em namoro, conheceu minha família, se não tinha certeza de nada disso? Me culpei tanto, pensando que eu tinha algo que repelia as pessoas, pois nada nessa história fazia sentido.

Enfim, filha, foi uma das dores mais fortes que senti na vida. Achei que nunca mais ia conseguir me relacionar com ninguém. Tudo durou apenas um mês e pouco, mas foi o suficiente para marcar minha alma.

Mas, cerca de um ano e meio depois, curada dessa dor, vivendo minha vida, mais fortalecida e tendo aprendido todas essas lições, eu conheci seu pai... Com ele eu descobri que o amor não é difícil. Tem seus desafios sim, mas quando se tem amor verdadeiro, não aquele da boca pra fora, é possível superar juntos qualquer dificuldade.

Nosso amor foi acontecendo aos poucos, com calma, não foi arrebatador e apressado como os outros que vivi. Foi pleno. Em paz. E era exatamente para isso que a vida estava me preparando. Fez eu entender que a pressa é inimiga da perfeição, que o que é de Deus leva o tempo que Ele achar necessário, não o nosso.

Descobri que aquela dor que parecia que ia me matar, realmente passou, e que o que é nosso, vem até nós sem precisarmos nos anular para isso acontecer. E você perceberá isso também filha. Essas minhas palavras são só para te acalmar, mas é vivendo e quebrando o coração que ele ficará forte e inteligente para não aceitar menos do que você merece.”

[ainokawa-man]

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[theclubhero-blog]

Filme de Minecraft encerra gravações com foto estrelada

Por Vinicius Torres Oliveira

Jason Momoa e Jack Black registraram o momento; expectativa é de que o filme de Minecraft chegue em abril de 2025

O aguardado filme de Minecraft, cujo lançamento está marcado para abril de 2025, encerrou suas gravações. O anúncio foi feito pelo ator Jason Momoa, sim, aquele do Aquaman, que é uma das estrelas da produção. Em uma postagem no Instagram, com fotos, vídeos e até textão, ele celebrou o fim das filmagens ao lado da Jack Black.

“MINECRAFT ESTAMOS FINALIZANDO Toda a minha aloha para a minha equipe e elenco. Experiência cinematográfica incrível, verdadeiramente um dos melhores momentos da minha vida. Muitas risadas. Eu amo este país. AOTEAROA Nova Zelândia, você é mágica. Mahalo por me permitir filmar aqui”, escreveu.

Ainda não temos muitos detalhes sobre o filme em si, mas dá para saber que o seu elenco é bastante estrelado:

Jason Momoa: simplesmente o Aquaman no filme de Minecraft, ok? Kate McKinnon: “Saturday Night Live”, “The Big Gay Sketch Show”, “Joe vs. Carole”; Jemaine Clement: “Flight of the Conchords”, “Eagle vs Shark”, “Gentlemen Broncos”; Jack Black: “Nacho Libre”, “King Kong”, “Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle” e mais recentemente, “Mario Bros. O Filme”; Danielle Brooks: “Orange Is the New Black”, “The Day Shall Come”, “Clemency”; Emma Myers: Como ela é uma atriz emergente, sua participação em “Wandinha” é seu papel mais notável até agora; Sebastian Eugene Hansen: sua atuação em “Luta Por Justiça” é a mais memorável até agora; Jennifer Coolidge: “Legalmente Loira”, “American Pie”, “A Mighty Wind”. Qual a a sua expectativa para o filme de Minecraft?

[atlanticcanada]

Ferry disruptions hurting P.E.I. businesses after years of COVID-19 closures

The Tourism Industry Association of Prince Edward Island says the sporadic ferry service this year between the province and Nova Scotia has been challenging for local businesses.

Corryn Clemence, chief executive officer of the association, says the MV Confederation was pulled from service on Canada Day and will stay off-line this weekend for the Cavendish Beach Music Festival.

The company that operates the ferry between Nova Scotia and eastern Prince Edward Island says the MV Confederation will be out of service until at least next week, leaving the Confederation Bridge as the Island's only link to the mainland.

Northumberland Ferries says the ferry was removed from the water because of a mechanical glitch and that the required parts are due to arrive Saturday.

Clemence says this year is important for most businesses because it's the first time they're in full swing after two years of COVID-19 closures.

She says the financial hit to businesses will be calculated later in the year, but she says they are at least benefiting from strong local support.

This report by The Canadian Press was first published July 7, 2023.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/tOIk4Mb

[toloveawarlord]

Ch. 2

Pairing: Nova Clemence x Mousse Atlas

Tagging: @thetwinkims​ @starry-starry-night24​ @youreawizardharr​

A/N: Second chapter rewrite! Chapter three will be coming soon!

Her eyebrow twitched with irritation.

It had been fourteen days since Edgar’s unexpected arrival, and he continued to push his way into every aspect of my life. The first day, he’d obliged and stayed in the apartment until I’d gotten off work. Every day since, he’d found his way to where she was, whether at work or with my friends on days off. This day turned out to be no different.

He leaned against the counter, giving that charming smile to her co-worker who ate it up. “Have you known Nova long?” Edgar asked, having the complete attention of Marie, who had yet to move an inch since his arrival.

Marie bobbed her head in response. “Oh yes, she and I both began working here around the same time. We even trained together,” Marie answered, twisting her finger around a strand of her black hair. She refused to take her eyes off him, but asked Nova, “It’s been over a year now, hasn’t it? You never mentioned having such a gorgeous boyfriend.”

Her movements stopped completely, knuckles turning white as she gripped the boom tight enough to nearly snap the wood in half. It had been his idea to pretend to be lovers. An easier cover than explaining the truth. “Didn’t I? I’m sure I must have mentioned him.”

She hated that he was enjoying this so much.

“Nova’s a shy girl. She likes to keep me at home all to herself-” Edgar expertly dodged the wet towel thrown at his head. He chuckled in response, returning his attention to Marie. “You’ll have to forgive her.”

“Oh, no. I’d definitely keep you at home, too.”

Nova sighed, frustrated at their mutual entertainment at her expense. Wouldn't it have been easier to simply tell her they were childhood friends? Then they wouldn’t be discussing her, and Edgar’s pretend sexual endeavors. Her cheeks were warm, completely embarrassed. “If you’re going to bother me at work, at least order something.”

Marie jumped on the chance to make him some tea. Her bubbly attitude with him annoyed me. She hardly knows him and should be more aware of her actions since he’s supposed to be taken. Nova was now working both their jobs while Marie tended to their most popular customer.

It was amazing, though. Edgar fit right in, adjusting seamlessly to the world that had terrified her upon her own arrival. He could at least be a little weary of this world. He’d avoided the subject of her family as well, and the real reason he’d come to find her.

She had a million questions to ask him but couldn’t bring herself to voice them. What right did she have to know about them? She chose to run away and stay indefinitely.

The day ended without much incident. Edgar hung around the whole time, sipping the free tea that Marie insisted that he accept. He chatted with her, though his watchful gaze followed Nova as she avoided him.

It made her nervous.

Even as he sat on her sofa, Edgar was quiet.

Nova stirred the noodles in the pot, absentmindedly trying not to think about him. Her whole body jerked when a book was plopped down onto the counter beside her. Not just any book, her journal that she’d locked away under her bed. “What the hell, Edgar! You’re going through my things now?”

“You surely weren’t going to tell me what I needed to know,” Edgar answered, tapping his fingers on top of the leather journal. He gently pulled the pages back, opening it to a section he’d marked. “The first few entries were typical, but this one really caught my attention. Who is that you’re referencing?”

Jonah,

It’s been three months since I ran away from Cradle to the Land of Reason. It’s not any easier. I miss everything about our world. Science is complicated here. The few valuables that I took were enough to pay for a place to stay, but it won’t last. I’ll have to get a real job. What I wouldn’t give to hear you lecture me about something trivial. I’m afraid that one day I’ll forget what your voice sounds like. That thought terrifies me. But all of this is my own fault, for thinking that I could have everything I wanted. I’m not strong like you and Luka. I can’t face what I’ve done… What I made him do for me. There’s no ending where I can fix this and the Clemence family comes out unscathed. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if my actions caused problems for you. I guess, this is my own way of trying to protect you.

I’m sorry.

And… I wish that I could tell him that I’m sorry too, but I doubt it would soothe his guilt. I really messed things up.

Nova

Scanning over the page wasn’t necessary. She clearly remembered what it said. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Nova couldn’t raise her gaze, fearing that he’d see right through her if she did. The first few letters were apologies, over and over. After three months, she’d begun to write about her transgressions.

This is why he’d been following her all day, keeping a close eye on her, going through her personal belongings. He was investigating her. “Why did King Lancelot send you to find me? I want a real answer.”

Being the master of disguising his true intentions, Edgar simply shrugged his shoulders, giving nothing away. “Seems like we are both full of secrets.” He’d pry the answers he wanted out of her one way or another, little by little.

“Kyle. I was talking about Kyle.” He’d find out eventually, but Nova had wanted to protect Kyle from any blame. He had only tried to protect her, because of their relationship.

“I see.” Edgar leaned back against the counter, watching her every move for more information. He threw her a bone. “Lancelot is worried about you.”

Not quite a lie. Lancelot had adored her like a sister. But that wasn’t the reason. “You expect me to believe that?” Was he even trying to lie anymore? Or just trying to insult her intelligence?

“What would you like to hear then?”

“The truth, Edgar!”

A heavy silence fell over the two. He’d always been like this, hiding behind half-truths. Nova squeezed the handle of the ladle in frustration, wishing that she could smack him with it just once. “You’re here to investigate me. That’s the only reason you’re here.”

“Nova- “

She jerked the journal away, clutching it to her chest as a lifeline. “I’m not going back.” Anxiety clawed at her body, tingling through her veins like a lethal drug. She’d been well aware of this outcome, but never had she imagined that it would hurt so much.

Edgar’s hand latched onto her upper arm, not allowing the young woman to try and escape. “Nova don’t act any more rashly than you already have,” he said, easily able to overpower her attempt to pull free. His warm tone didn’t match the words.

He only wanted to keep her close to him. The month half over, and the moon half full. Nova stilled; gaze stuck on the floor. “There’s no option where I stay here, is there? You were never giving me a choice.”

“I was hoping to convince you to return of your own volition, but I have orders to bring you back to Cradle,” Edgar replied, releasing her when she’d calmed down but blocking her exit to the door. He’d keep her here for the next two weeks if necessary.

“Against my will?”

“If I must.”

Nova squeezed the journal, as if asking for strength from her brothers. “Then why all the questions? Don’t you already know everything?” If she returned to Cradle, she’d be put on trial. Convicted. Would he really force that on her?

A soft smile touched his lips. “I’ve been tasked with finding out the truth. The only thing we do know at this point is that your ex-fiancé went missing and the family received a letter last month stating that you were involved. King Lancelot was forced to open an investigation, per request of your grandfather.”

If that were true, surely Kyle would have come clean. He had so many doubts. He hated that she’d chosen the path that she did. It had been the final wedge between them. “Does Jonah know?”

“He’s aware of the investigation, but not about my coming here to retrieve you. There was a small chance that I couldn’t locate you in a month.” He said it, but he hardly meant it. He’d been fairly certain that she’d be nearby. “Nova, we want to help you.”

She couldn’t tell if meant it or not. Edgar was an expert at covering his true intentions, but she wanted to believe him, desperately. Their conversation ended there. He was clear that he would not relent in his task to bring her back to Cradle at the end of the month, by force if necessary. Two years had passed since she’d first arrived, and the end was in sight.

Her sins were finally catching up to her.

Two weeks went by in a blur, and her false reality came to a swift end.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“ALIENS WILL APPEAL TO THE PRIVY COUNCIL,” North Bay Nugget. November 30, 1932. Page 3. --- Alleged Communists Carrying On Fight Against Being Deported ---- ARE PREPARING TO GO --- Mostly Men Would Like to Be Sent to Russia If Forced to Go ---- Halifax, Nov. 30 (By Canadian Press) - Eight aliens, ordered to be deported as Communists will not he sent out of the country without a final appeal to the Privy Council according L. A. Ryan, Halifax barrister, who defended the men in four court actions during the last six months.

Mr. Ryan said today he had received instructions from the Canadian Labor Defence League to carry on the fight. He had telegraphed his agents in Ottawa to ask for stay in the deportation proceedings and was prepared to appeal the decision to the Supreme Court of Canada. 

The prisoners were arrested in several Canadian cities last May and brought to Halifax by Royal Canadian Mounted Police. An Immigration tribunal here issued orders for deportation. Ryan defended them in that court and subsequently endeavored to secure their freedom under the Liberty of the Subject Act. Judgement Is Upheld The Immigration board was upheld by Mr. Justice W. F. Carroll and later by the full bench of the Supreme Court of Nova Scotia. An appeal to the Supreme Court of Canada was dismissed on November 28.

A previous appeal from orders of the Immigration tribunal is in the hands of Hon. W. A. Gordon, Minister of Immigration, who deferred his decision for several months pending the outcome of the legal proceedings. 

Meanwhile the men are choosing the countries to which they wish to be deported If their appeals fail. Most of them have asked to be sent to Russia, because they say in some other European countries, Communists are shot with little ceremony. 

Court proceedings were entered on behalf of only eight aliens.

[bell-y-aches]

A Name List for your wip, stories, ect.

Fem names

Arilla

Amarithia

Ambrosine

Anathema

Araminta

Ashton

Aura

Beleia

Bliss

Blossom

Carmella

Cassia

Charity

Cherise

Chrystina

Citra

Clemency

Cleo

Clover

Coriander

Corissa

Cosmictrance

Cymbeline

Cymberliegh

Dahlia

Daphne

Desert Rose

Edweena

Ella

Epiphany

Essence

Eva

Evelyn

Fawn

Felisha

Fern

Fern

Flavienne

Flora

Georgina

Grace

Hazel

Heather

Heaven

Honora

Indigo

Iris

Isla

Ivy

Jasmine

Jewel

Joy

July

June

Katriona

Kokabilla

Liberty

Lily

Lotus

May

Mayhem

Munira

Meadow

Nova

Obsidian

Olive

Oriana 

Orla

Pearl

Peony

Piper

Pria

Prieto

Poppy

Raven

Rebel

Roberta

Robin

Rosannah

Rose

Rosemary

Rue

Sage 

Samantha

Seneca

September

Sonya

Sparrow

Sunshine

Suspira

Siiria

Symphony

Temperence

Terra

Tasha

Thalassophile 

Thillo

Tina

Trinity 

Twill

Twyla

Violet

Vanity

Willow

Winter

Wren

Yolanda

Ambiguous names

Adrijan

Alanis

Alaris

Ashton

Benevolent

Cashmere 

Cosmic

Dre

Fifi

Forest

Niilo

Orian

Phoenix

Pip (Pippy)

Pria

Pluto

Seneca

Sparrow

Masc names

Aaron

Bartholomew

Briony

Cassian

Charles

Dimitri

Drudin

Driden

Eagle

Edgar

Edmun 

Emery

Emerse

Everett

Felix

Hawk

Henry

Hugo

Jasper

Joshua

Nash 

Mocking Jay

Portillo

Prieto

Pacheto

Otto

Tipton

Tillo

[autistickirstenlarson]

My book cover for Héloise Cormier. (Made with this dress up game. Background is 18th century New Orleans.)

Book synopses:

Meet Héloise: 11-year old Héloise’s family makes the long journey by boat from Nova Scotia to Louisiana. Her father dies from sickness en route, and Héloise is heartbroken. She tries to comfort her little brother Philippe and is relieved when they finally arrive in New Orleans.

Héloise Learns a Lesson: Héloise can’t stand her neighbor’s daughter Fabienne who is always criticizing her rural, Acadian accent and her simple dress. She enlists the help of her new friend, Clemence, to improve her social standing but learns to stay true to herself.

Héloise’s Surprise: Christmas in New Orleans looks very different than it has in her old home. Also, this is the first Christmas without Papa and Héloise is still grieving. Héloise uses her sewing skills to craft a surprise for her brother and Maman and receives a doll of her own.

Happy Birthday, Héloise!: It’s her 12th birthday and Hèloise’s Maman is already scouting out potential future husbands for her! Feeling like her childhood has been robbed, she is bitter. When she is dragged to a dance, she finds an unlikely friend in a Spanish girl named Maria Soledad.

Héloise Saves the Day: A flood has just hit the Acadian neighborhood of New Orleans— Héloise’s family is lucky to still have their home, but many others have to rebuild. Héloise is worried when Philippe wanders off one night and she has to bring him back home.

Changes for Héloise: It’s an unusually cold winter in New Orleans. Héloise’s Maman has found a better-paying job as an assistant seamstress, and Héloise often helps with some of the piecework. Has she found her life’s calling?

[crowstorm-mcl]

University Life - Review

Antes de tudo gostaria de destacar alguns pontos importantes...

1) Esta análise é exclusiva da rota do Castiel, eu não vou comentar sobre outras rotas porque eu ainda não joguei nenhuma delas.

2) Essa não é uma resenha imparcial, portanto vou dar minha opinião em vários aspectos do jogo, por favor não se ofendam. Todo mundo é livre para conversa sobre algo sem confusão <3

3) Não sei o quanto posso ou não falar sobre o jogo, considere que esta analise contém spoilers e espero que não cause problemas com a nossa querida empresa

A História:

Fazendo um breve resumo, a história da docete nesta etapa de vida foi contada em 20 episódios, sendo que o contexto é o último ano da universidade, a pressão do TCC, os problemas amorosos e como sempre resolver a vida e os problemas de todos e de todo mundo.

Os arcos seguiram a minha primeira teoria logo após os primeiros 5 ou 6 episódios, não tivemos episódios seguidos focados em um determinado assunto, pelo contrário, muitas histórias se desenrolaram paralelamente, sendo a do Nath a mais marcante delas. 

Muitos problemas ficaram com pontas soltas e podiam ser melhor abordados como a anorexia da Ambre, as inseguranças da Melody, entre outras coisas. No geral a rota do Castiel fechou muito bem, apesar de vários problemas durante ela. 

Vou começar abordando o reencontro, a rota do Castiel começa no quarto episódio com o show e o reencontro com a docete, ele é bem arrogante desde o primeiro diálogo, o que obviamente me incomodou muito. A partir daí existem poucos diálogos e a maioria deles é insignificante, com imagens fofas para compensar. Eu sempre disse que o relacionamento não foi bem desenvolvido e continuo com essa ideia na cabeça, salvo as docetes que namoravam ele na escola (mesmo assim ainda achei forçado). Entre os diálogos vazios e os sonhos quentes da do7 finalmente chega o primeiro beijo. 

Obviamente o jogo tentou demonstrar que um beijo pode ser só um beijo, o que foi a expectativa de muitas durante a escola e a surpresa foi grande quando a docete apareceu namorando o paquera. Dessa vez a coisa é mais complicada, o fato do beijo ter sido na frente de uma horda de tietes me incomodou bastante, ao mesmo tempo entramos de vez no arco do Castiel.

“Apenas uma noite”

Era óbvio desde o começo que não seria apenas uma noite, mas muitas docetes ficaram bem irritadas e eu inclusive, nem todos consideram esse tipo de coisa e como nossas escolhas no jogo refletem a nossa personalidade a grande maioria escolheu por não aceitar essa única noite. Claro que pelo bem de conseguir a imagem eu acabei seguindo a rota planejada, mas eu me arrependo gravemente. De toda forma o episódio seguinte vem com um pedido de desculpas e a exposição do medo da fama+namoro+tietes e etc... O que na minha opinião não justifica o comportamento do Castiel pela manha!

A partir daí entramos em um relacionamento de cinema, parque de diversão, altos pegas no apartamento, tudo muito comum. O medo da turnê sempre a porta esperando o momento certo para desestabilizar o casal, e aqui outro ponto mal abordado. Além da falta de diálogos num todo, eu queria muito ter visto essas conversas sobre a turnê durante os episódios. Diálogos bem desenvolvidos e mais produtivos.

Talvez o que mais tenha me irritado foi “continuamos a conversar” sendo que eu preferiria gastar PAs conversando com o meu paquera do que escutando as reclamações da Clemence por exemplo. 

Reta Final

Finalmente temos os últimos episódios, onde a questão do Nathaniel é resolvida e fecha o arco com ele se formando (super fofo), o Hyun supera o divórcio dos pais e a Priya consegue tirar a “OAB”. Entretanto o Rayan não teve nenhum super desenvolvimento na rota que não fosse dele, o que me incomoda um pouco. Poderiam ter abordado a paixonite da Melody ou de qualquer outra aluna por ele... 

Particularmente o melhor arco foi o da docete com a Yeelen, e pensar que eu odiava ela, o final junto com a carta de despedida foi de partir o coração. E falando em final, o panqueca com certeza se tornou a melhor coisa desse jogo! Um outro ponto positivo foi eles terem cortado as cenas desnecessariamente eróticas no terço final. Infelizmente UL estava parecendo mais uma cópia de Is it love? com todas aquelas cenas picantes.

Eu gosto de jogos no estilo de Is it Love, porém a premissa do amor doce era um jogo mais infantil e inocente. Mesmo a docete estando adulta, as jogadoras ainda são novas e muitas delas não gostaram dos episódios 9 e 11, porque passou um pouco dos limites se comparados a proposta do jogo. 

Enfim temos o final, que valeu a pena, a última cena da docete e do Castiel no Snake Room valeu toda a raiva que eu passei com esse jogo. Ele cantando uma música para ela, chamando ela pro palco e pedindo que ela fosse na turnê junto com ele. Eu não esperava por essa! E no final foi super mega fofo, principalmente o “Eu te amo” na frente de todo mundo <3

A minha maior crítica sempre foi que tanto na rota do Nath, quanto na do Cast, deveria haver diálogos extras para ex namoradas sobre o passado. O final poderia ser perfeito se o Cast cantasse a música que ele escreveu pra do7 no colégio. Mesmo que fosse entre quatro paredes. Enfim, apesar de tudo o final fechou muito bem o jogo e eu acredito que não tinha necessidade de um Love Life, mas como a força do hábito é maior. Provavelmente teremos mais uns 20 episódios falando sobre a vida de casal. 

Love Life - Algumas Teorias

Primeiro que eu realmente espero alguma menção aos personagens esquecidos, como a Iris, Violette e os próprios paqueras. Seria questão de bom senso e uma homenagem porque essa vai ser provavelmente a última temporada de AD. A docete começou com problemas financeiros e ao mesmo tempo todo o escândalo da Crowstorm, a partir daí tem espaço para muita história se desenvolver, eu espero realmente que eles façam algo coerente e que finalize a história de uma vez. Eu acredito que teremos problemas amorosos a vista, talvez a docete se interesse por outro alguém ou mesmo o paquera, mas isso é uma suposição bem previsível. Eu realmente espero que termine com um casamento kkk Mas sem gravidez inesperada, porque isso é uma coisa muito pessoal, mesmo em um jogo, não é todo mundo que quer ter filhos e em alguns casos eu acho que seria complexo demais. Talvez um spin-off com a docete e o paquera com as crianças, mas dentro do jogo eu não acho que vá encaixar bem. 

Bom gente é isso, se fosse pra classificar o jogo eu darias umas 3/5 estrelas.

Episódio Preferido: 20

Pior Episódio: 11

Melhor imagem: Ep 08

Pior Imagem: Ep 09

P.s.: Os eventos foram maravilhosos e com imagens maravilhosas <3

[asimplemercenary]

The sun began to settle for the evening.

The last few rays flickered over the very edge of the wood fences and stone markers that littered this holy land.

Lit candles, burning incense, bowls of rice, offering to the dead, all strewn about in ritualistic disorder.

Culture, habit, respect for tradition’s past. All entailing the same pained meaning. 

this is where bodies lied to rest. Where beaks and Ink were buried into the soft earth, just below her feet.

Nova had not been here in some time. Too long, in fact. Her offerings had gone rancid, incense nothing but remnants of ashes...and the shrine, covered in moss and vines, had not seen care since she left.

“Pity.”, she thought. Her father, a decorated warrior, couldn’t even garner up-keep on his grave.  Not to say it didn’t sicken her, but just the thought of those who passed this shrine and threw no second thoughts at it upset her.

But she wasted no time herself. on hands and knees, she tore away at all the invasive greenery. Bare hands, dirtied nails, clawing at it all.

The work exposed scriptures, words, a name written long ago. Erosion settled in the writing, nothing now but mere scratch of what it once was. Even the earth had began forgetting who her father was. Still, it made it no easier for her to make him disappear.

Nova brushed her finger over the remaining markings. The antiquated writing seemed of a time past. She could barely recognize her kind’s writing anymore.

“Coffin”

The word that originally had been carved and filligreed with gold leaf rung  a little too close to home in this very moment.

She scoffed.

“Even in the after-life, your namesake follows you, father.”

her fingers drew shadows over the murky picture that sat atop the shrine, in a tattered, broken frame.

Her father, no older than twenty, fresh off to war. Top of his class, leader of his own platoon. He wore his always neatly kept uniform, and his dashing grin, said to have sunk many a battle ship, and broken many hearts, back in his day.

He soon would meet his love, have a child, then raise by his own hand the example of soldier excellence.

The octorian dream.

But now, six feet under, no honer, marked a traitor by his homeland, he was nothing but a bad memory. A foul taste in the mouth of the great octo military.

To nova, he was just a bad memory. A bad memory she felt obligated to respect.

She was quick to clean up the mess left behind. Replaced the bowl of rice with freshly cooked short grain she brought in her knapsack. She swapped out the incense, broomed the ground with a fallen branch she had found nearby, and wiped the shrine with her hands and the shirt off her back.

She didn’t kneel to pray until it was spotless, deemed worthy of a hero’s grave.

When she finally took the kneel, she clapped her hands, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She bowed as deeply as she could, bordering on great respect, and disrespectful mockery.

“Father.”

She spoke softly, a deep heave came, her mind flooded with a particular sadness. A sadness only family can know.

“I know it’s been a while....I have not been an exemplar daughter to you.”

there was a pause. the air thick with silence for that split second.

“...I haven’t been a daughter to you at all. I have been estranged to your spirit. But, believe me, it is not out of choice.”

Her single eye began to well with tears, her chest heaved troubled breaths. she knew it was coming.

“Father...I...I hope you can forgive me. forgive my transgressions....O hope you know what I have been through.”

a tear rolled down her cheek, her words became difficult. her hands shook as she held them in prayer.

“I never...I never meant for everything to end up this way. I never wanted you to...I never wanted this for you. I wanted my own happiness.” 

her soft speech gave way for her sputters, the wrenching pain in her chest to outlet.

“I didn’t want this life, father. I didn’t want to be a soldier...I wanted to be my own being. But, you..you insisted this was the only way. I was unhappy, father, but still! I didn’t want this for you....”

Her sadness began slowly evolving in her stomach. Distilling like alcohol, drowning the senses with nothing but spite.

“But you wouldn’t listen.” she pushed the words through her teeth. “I told you many times. But you didn’t listen. Not...not until I...”

“Nova Coffin.”

Her name cut through the air like a sword.

“You are under arrest for crimes against octorian kind.” that voice....that voice that spoke to her, even as she felt the cold plastic touch of the octo-shot pressing against her skull.

She recognized it.

Nova took a deep breath, unmoving from her praying stance.

“789. Do you seek clemency for your incompetence at my father’s grave as well?” nova spoke. No one else in her life had that bitter tone to their words, that angered grudge lying skin deep. Those who challenged her knew better.

but not 789.

[ainokawa-man]

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[sweetsmellosuccess]

Sundance 2019: Day 5

Number of Films: 3 Best Movie of the Day: Luce

Luce: In a festival showing a vigorous support for diversity, a film such as Julius Onah‘s complex racial inventory deconstruction is essential. When we meet Luce (Kelvin Harrison Jr.), he’s standing at the podium of his NoVA high school, giving an almost preternaturally graceful speech about appreciating one’s parents, as his (Naomi Watts and Tim Roth) sit beaming in the audience. Luce, adopted at seven from a war-torn country, and brought over to the U.S., is almost too good to be true. Confident, highly intelligent, and inhumanly good-natured, he would be every parent’s dream, and that’s part of the problem: As much pressure as he’s under, he can’t afford to let a seam show. His mother means well, but when a teacher (Octavia Spencer), brings up concerns about him, things start down a twisty path, trying to decide who is telling the truth and who is trying to manipulate the situation. Because everyone’s motives are shaded, the film becomes a study of changing sympathies, almost like a vastly less polemic Do The Right Thing. Among other impressive things, the film gives a sense of the extreme difficulty Luce has in establishing his identity, one that can roll as well with his parents and teachers as his peer group, with pressures coming at him from all sides. What also becomes clear by the end, that Luce has figured out the best way to take charge of that process rather than have it dictated to him.

The Souvenir: Told in small, sometimes jagged snippets, Joanna Hogg’s broken love story offers an impressionistic narrative, whose many details and threads take some time to cohere. For those with the constitution to stick with it, however, the bits and pieces gradually come together to form a more coherent portrait. Set in the ‘80s, Julie (Honor Swinton Byrne) is a sweet-faced woman attending film school, and living in a flat with various roommates. Along the way, she meets Anthony (Tom Burke), a crusty chap with a deadpan debonair aspect, and, she eventually comes to find out, a growing heroin habit. As the two fall in love and move in together, Anthony takes more and more advantage of Julie’s kindness — in one scene, he steals her valuables and jewels, initially passes it off as a break-in and eventually gets annoyed with her when she asks him why he did it. As kind as she is, she’s a classic enabler, meeting each of his growing transgressions with an apology, and kissing his hand as if he were religious royalty. When she finally does throw him out, we know the story is not yet over. Given the nature of Hogg’s construction, the film moves slowly, often throwing elements at you that are impossible to account for, except later on, when another little piece comes into focus. It’s like working on a puzzle whose final image still isn’t entirely coherent.

Hala: While it’s true ‘s coming-of-age drama plays with a number of very familiar tropes — a young woman pushes away from her parents, falls for a boy her parents would find unacceptable, challenges others’ perception of her identity — the devil, as they say, is in the details, and it is there that Minhal Baig’s (evidently autobiographical) film separates itself from the standard pack of teen dramas. For one thing, Hala (Geraldine Viswanathan), and her family are Muslim, and the boy in question, Jesse (Jack Kilmer), is most definitely not. For another, as Hala starts to develop her own identity, sexual and otherwise, she pulls away not from her endlessly nagging mother (Purbi Joshi), and much as her father (Azad Khan), the parent she had preferred most of her life before. Her emancipation mirrors that of her own mother, as she too begins to undergo a metamorphosis. As the film unspools, you can certainly predict most of the outcomes, but in Baig’s capable hands, she follows her delightful lead actress through the painful paces of realization. It doesn’t come without its painful wounds, but by the time Hala has made her way through the thorny thicket of post-adolescence, one gets the sense she’ll likely do just fine going forward.

Tomorrow: Coming around the mountain, as it were, with the festival, it’s time to start cramming in those films whose critical buzz has been notable, including Official Secrets; Clemency; Sweetheart; and Wounds.

Into the frigid climes and rarefied thin air of the spectacular Utah Mountains, I've arrived in order to document some of the sense and senselessness of the 2019 Sundance Film Festival. Over the next week, armed with little more than a heavy parka and a bevy of blank reporter's notebooks, I'll endeavor to watch as many movies as I can and report my findings.

[atlanticcanada]

Maritime tourist season off to a rocky start with wildfires, Fiona recovery

Despite two hurricanes, a global pandemic and soaring inflation in the past four years, the mood among tourism operators in the Maritimes is optimistic.

“We’ve heard from a lot of our operators that bookings are really strong, really into the fall,” said Corryn Clemence, Tourism Industry Association of PEI CEO.

“I think that they’re coming back. What type of traveller that is we’ll be paying close attention to.”

The CAT ferry in southwest Nova is showing good ridership so far this season, but short of its pre-pandemic peak.

There’s also been a slowdown as news of wildfires in Nova Scotia spreads. Some tourism operators in Cape Breton say they have felt that, despite not seeing any fires in the area.

“We’ve heard that some operators have received cancellations as a result of the perception out there,” said Terry Smith, Destination Cape Breton CEO.

Many of the tourist attractions in Cape Breton are wilderness adventures hit by activity bans in the woods, however those have been lifted.

“It’s safe to go out in the woods and our trails are open,” said Smith.

“Our waterfalls are flowing. We’ve received some rain in the past few days, which makes them even better, and it’s still just an awesome time to visit.”

The shoulder season is particularly important for Cape Breton, which has been working to position itself as a leading off-peak destination.

Smith said they’re trying to restore the public’s confidence.

Back on P.E.I., there are some worries higher prices will affect tourist habits.

“We’ve heard, anecdotally, from some of our operators, that six or seven-day bookings are now three or four days, but on the flip side of that I think we’ve seen more bookings,” said Clemence.

Clemence says it doesn’t look like a reduction in tourist activity, but a change in the kind of trips visitors take -- what that means for revenues isn’t clear. 

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