#quinte west

[ashtonderoy]

My back story. Isolation, closed family culture & Ableism

Written by Ashton Deroy Tonight I learned one of my Autistic Peers from Public school thought I hated them. Maybe I was a bit of a bully. For that I made amends. I was sure to tell them that wasn’t true I could never hate them. DON’T BE A BULLY LIKE I WAS! I explained my ADHD and how I grew up to them. This needs to be said. If you have an autistic child? DO NOT isolate them from their peers.…

[canadianstud]

GOODBYE FOR NOW! (TAKING A BREAK FROM YOUTUBE)

[whats-in-a-sentence]

One example is the Bay of Quinte (BOQ; Fig. 14.13) at the north-eastern end of Lake Ontario in Canada.

"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy

[underarmourforsleep]

Please come and shake me

when I'm talking in my sleep.

My dreams have been so fucked

and I don't know what it means. (x)

[chernobog13]

Jaws was released 50 years ago today!

Here's a salute to the valiant crew of the Orca, and the one man who could've stopped the shark cold in its tracks!

[ieatshiteveryday222]

Hey yall 🤣 I'm back with yet another TLKOE post about my AU! This time, it's a picture of Dirk. The biggest baddie with the biggest fatty 🍑 In my AU he is trying to stop Jack and Quints beautiful homosexual relationship because he might have something for Quint... He says he's homophobic, but really he's just in denial 😪 lol! He's a kawaii cat boy and he LOVES Kayne West! (He's his biggest inspiration...)

Thanks for all the love my posts have been getting! Make sure to follow me 😜 might even start making animations with these characters, they're so fun!

[theramenone]

Quintin is a Kanye fan….

A massive fan……

[larryshapiro]

Wall Fire Company, West Belmar, NJ

[sister-daniels-confession-booth]

sister, this isnt really a question but more a request of your divine knowledge. Im trans (ftm) and i need a name! do you have any suggestions? im looking for something with a cool meaning and that can be shortened/has nicknames. Thank you sister :D

O.K. darling, I'm going to give you a whole list of names, along with the origin, meaning, and some possible nicknames. These are only names that I particularly like and if you hate all of them that's just fine. I will give you one for each letter of the alphabet.

Alexander; Greek, meaning "Defender of the people." Nicknames include Alex, Lex, Xan, and Xander.

Beaumont; French, meaning "Beautiful mountain." Nicknames include Beau, Mont, Bear, and Monty.

Cadewyn; Welsh, meaning "Pure warrior." Nicknames include Cade and (unhinged) Dewy.

Daniel; Hebrew, means "Only God is my judge." Nicknames include Dan, Danny, and Niel.

Evanescence; English, meaning "Vanishing quickly." Nicknames include Evan, Van, and Scence.

Falcon; English, meaning "Bird of prey" Nicknames???

Gryphon; Greek meaning "mythical beast." Nicknames include Gryph or Gryf. (several alternate spellings)

Hiroyuki; Japanese, meaning "Spacious, Good Fortune." Nicknames???

Indiana; American, meaning "land of the Indians." Nicknames include Indy. (I included this only because Indiana Jones is cool, and there aren't a lot of masculine-sounding names that start with I that I like... at all.)

Jasper: English, meaning "treasurer." Nicknames include Jas.

Kyler; German, meaning "church, Monks cell." Nicknames???

Lafayette; French, meaning "the land of the beech tree." Nicknames include Lafa.

Marvin; English, meaning "Great lord." Nicknames include Marv, Vin.

November; American, meaning "Born in November." Nicknames include Ber, Nov, and Vem.

Oliver; English, menaing "Olive Tree." Nicknames???

Pennington; English, meaning "livestock enclosure." Nicknames include Pen, Ton, and Ing.

Quintin; Latin, meaning "fifth." Nicknames include Quint, and Tin.

Ripley; English, meaning "from the strip field." Nicknames include Rip.

Sardonyx; English, meaning "crystal combination of sand and onyx." Nicknames include Onyx, and Dony.

Teddington; English, meaning "from the town of Tedda's people." Nicknames include Teddy, Ton, and Ding.

Underwood; English, meaning "under the forest trees." Nicknames include Wood.

Vander; Greek, meaning "good man." Nicknames include Van.

Wabanang; Native American, meaning "Eastern/Morning star." Nicknames???

Xerxes; Greek, meaning "Ruler over heroes." Nicknames???

Yosuke; Japanese, meaning "meditation, help, rescue." Nicknames???

Zephyr; Greek, meaning "West wind." Nicknames include Zeff.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Strange Bedfellows Pt. 1: Moving In

[Drywall won the fic poll, so here's a short introduction to this new series, in which Mountain and Dew navigate being roommates.] Below the cut.

Ever since the ghouls' den was built, there had always been open rooms; The ministry wanted to ensure that there was enough space for everyone, and part of that meant making sure each member of the pack had their own accommodations, even if they elected to share them with others.

For a number of years, this was not a problem -there weren't nearly as many ghouls wandering the halls of the abbey, and several of the "old guard" had abandoned their corporeal forms when their tenure was complete, meaning they didn't require much of anything, let alone a place to sleep- however, in the time since Copia's ascension to the leader of the band and then to Papa and further still to Frater Imperator, the number of ghouls remaining in their physical bodies had increased significantly.

And, now, watching Aeon bed down on the couch in the common room for the night, it was obvious space had simply... run out.

Aurora had lucked out and gotten Sunshine's room after the ghoulette left the church, but her reluctance to share it had been apparent from the moment it was suggested, and no one could fault her for wanting her privacy.

But from a practical standpoint... Aeon needed a room with an actual bed, both because having the common room acting as his bedroom meant no one could really use it after a certain time, and because Aeon deserved just as much privacy as the rest of them, especially as the new summons adjusted to their new vessels and life on the surface.

To further complicate matters, Aeon was also put off by the idea of sharing a room with someone else, not because he disliked the thought of bunking with another person outright, but rather because the poor quint could be... restless... at night.

It hadn't taken more than a night on the surface in his new vessel for the pack to discover that the younger ghoul was a sleepwalker.

The discovery had been mortifying for Aeon, and, ever since, he'd been vocal about wanting a room with a room with a lock on the door, afraid that he might get himself lost even as he steadily got used to the layout of the dorms; All it would take is one open door and he could wind up outside, and that scared him most of all.

But therein lies the rub; There was simply no way to build a new room downstairs.

When they remodeled the ghouls' den some years ago, they had maximized the space as much as they could, but that had also meant rearranging beams and adding immovable walls and pillars to support the weight of the building on top of them.

It had taken six months to complete and cost the ministry a pretty penny to have it done, so there was no way even Copia -who loved his ghouls immensely- would spring for another huge construction project, especially when the next project on the docket was renovating and repairing the defunct west wing of the abbey.

During a majority of the back and forth on what to do about the lack of space -from finding a room for Aeon upstairs with the siblings to trying to convince the groundskeeper to let the ghoul stay with her in the cottage for a time (a firm "No.")- Mountain had remained quiet, watching the others throw ideas around as if the solution wasn't obvious.

"I could share with someone." He'd said finally, raising his hand when he saw Aeon curling into himself, not wanting to inconvenience anyone, "My room is a double, so it would only be fair."

Like Aurora, Mountain had inherited his room from another ghoul, Zephyr to be specific, but the circumstances had been slightly different; The older ghoul's vessel was unstable, slowly deteriorating the longer they remained trapped within it, so they had been given the biggest available room with a wonderful view of the ghouls' private courtyard so they could spend their final days comfortably.

When the air ghoul was close to the end, Mountain had made it a point to bring them outside and lay them down in the grass, to bring them flowers when they couldn't leave their bed, and to simply make his presence known to the other in the moments where it was clear they just needed a hand to hold...

He and Zephyr... they'd never been close; They'd been acquaintances at best, but because of the wishes of someone else, Mountain had made sure Zephyr never felt alone.

That person, the one who begged him to stay by Zephyr's side had been-

"Finally, a chance to get out of that fucking shoebox."

-Dew.

"Aeon can have my old room." the hybrid announced, "It's small, but it's better than nothing."

And just like that, Mountain and Dew were officially made roommates.

.

.

.

Moving all of Dew's belongings into his room hadn't taken any time at all, the most tedious part of it all had been gathering up the ghoul's extensive t-shirt collection... and not entirely because of the volume.

"You have the same band t-shirt in three different sizes..." Mountain scoffs, holding up the offending piece of fabric for a third time, "Do you like the design that much, or did you just steal them from other people's laundry, because this one is definitely a double XL-"

Dew swats him with a sock, "Oi, that's the one I wear the most!"

Mountain holds the shirt up, doing a one to one comparison, then holds it out to Dew, "Your dress, sir-"

"Sleep shirt! I use it as a sleep shirt, Einstein!" Dew hisses, snatching it away, "Excuse me for liking to be comfortable."

The earth ghoul hums and pulls another piece of clothing from the pile on Dew's bed.

"So you're really okay with sharing with me?" he asks, turning to look at Dew as the other works on rolling up a pair of socks, "You don't have to give up your room..."

The shorter ghoul snorts, "Dude, getting out of this room is all I've wanted to do since I moved into it. Aeon'll probably curse me for giving him my room instead of somebody else offering up theirs, it's cramped, it doesn't have room for anything, and the one window it has might as well be painted on because it doesn't open."

"I'm glad to be rid of it, and if the consequences of having more space is moving in with you, I think I'll be just fine." he continues, tossing his socks into the bin, "Plus, it's not like I haven't roomed with someone before. Aeth and me were roommates up until our first tour together, remember?"

Mountain nods, "I remember you complaining about his snoring, and he'd argue that you were worse, because you wouldn't leave the room to fart-"

"At least the smell went away after a while, his honk shooing ass would go on and on for hours..." Dew interrupts.

"-and then would laugh about it, because you think farts are the funniest thing in the world." Mountain finishes.

"Farts are top tier comedy, and I'm tired of pretending they're not."

"Well, thank the lord below I have so many plants, they'll save us both from you off-gassing constantly."

"Hmph."

As the pair fall back into silence, sorting through Dew's laundry, they both feel a sense of calm.

A bit of casual bickering aside, the two have always gotten along fine; They've been friends for years, having joined the church around the same time, albeit under different circumstances, along with Aether, they'd developed an inseparable bond.

They were comfortable around each other, so it was unsurprising that, of all the ghouls to board together, they would be the ones to do it.

That being said, the rest of the pack seemed to be waiting with bated breath for... something.

Even if Mountain and Dew weren't readily aware of it themselves, there was a certain... tension... between them; The sort that made itself obvious in the way Mountain could pull a pair of Dew's underwear from the pile of laundry on his bed and not even think twice about it, having folded half a dozen pairs already, and how Dew didn't even bat an eyelash seeing him do it.

Perhaps tension isn't the right word; Tension would make more sense if Mountain felt even remotely flustered handling Dew's undergarments that came in varying degrees of scandalous, or if Dew felt some kind of way about seeing the earth ghoul's big, calloused hands holding the silk briefs he'd gotten as a gag gift a year ago and actually wore more often than not, because they felt nice.

No.

There wasn't anything like that going on, certainly not with how calmly they're both carrying on with the task at hand.

Not that Mountain's ears are turning pink with every brush of the soft fabric against his fingertips...

As far as the two are concerned, this is just a normal, casual thing to do that holds no extra baggage at all...

...Fuck.

[ashtonderoy]

As a Worker with Autism. Black cloud mood update.

Written by Ashton Deroy As a #Worker with #Autism . That doesn’t mean I am not focused on finding a job, #Working to be #successful, and making something out of the name #AshtonDeroy . 2023-ashton-deroy-resumeDownload I just need to find the right environment. In the meantime I will be also working on myself, improving my #Sales skills and endurance for a new job. I…

[canadianstud]

A BEAUTIFUL DAY FOR A WALK IN TRENTON ONTARIO CANADA #shorts

[dailyanarchistposts]

How Peace Came to the Rotinonshón:ni

Aiewáhtha Wampum Belt [9]

The story of the formation of the Rotinonshón:ni has been passed down by oral tradition, by reciting the Kaianere’kó:wa. This recitation has been done in at least five similar languages and translated and transcribed into English in multiple versions. There are many variations, and no definitive version. [10]

In a version of the story common at Ohswé:ken, [11] Tekanawí:ta was born under mysterious circumstances to a Wendat mother, along the Bay of Quinte. [12] After a difficult childhood, Tekanawí:ta left his community to bring the message of peace to the Iroquois. He traveled south across Kaniatarí:io, where he encountered Aiewáhtha preparing a meal. Aiewáhtha, grieving for lost loved ones, was planning to a eat a man he had slain in vengenance. Tekanawí:ta conducted a condolence ceremony for Aiewáhtha, so as to end the blood feuding. He convinced Aiewáhtha to eat only of the flesh of deer, not man. Finally, he persuaded Aiewáhtha to give up war and to help him bring peace to the Iroquois.

According to a women’s oral tradition, [13] Tekanawí:ta then approached the head clan mother, Tsikónhsase.[14] Tsikónhsase, of the Kakwa:ko (Neutral) nation, had provisioned warriors and also administered disputes. [15] She agreed to support Tekanawí:ta’s efforts for peace if he agreed to codify into the Kaianere’kó:wa several powers and responsibilities for women: matrilineality of clans, the clan as the basis of popular sovereignty, and the collective ownership of agricultural land by women. Barbara Mann, Shotinontowane’á:ka author and professor of Native American Studies, views the underlying conflict of the era in terms of the material culture of production. She describes the conflict as one between women-led agriculturists and the cannibalistic hunters, led by Thatotáhrho. Tekanawí:ta’s role was to unite the warring factions, establish both farming and hunting as modes of production, and abolish cannibalism. [16]

Tekanawí:ta, Aiewáhtha and Tsikónhsase visited a series of Iroquois communities. Having gone to the Kanien’kehá:ka and gained their support, they visited the Oneniote’á:ka, gaining their acceptance as well. Next they visited the Ononta’kehá:ka, but were rebuffed by Thatotáhrho. They then gained the support of the Kaion’kehá:ka, and finally visited the westernmost nation—the Shotinontowane’á:ka. All of the Shotinontowane’á:ka were convinced except their two principal war chiefs; these were brought into agreement and designated as the ratihnhohanónhnha, the doorkeepers, responsible for protecting the long house of the Rotinonshón:ni from enemies to the west. Having convinced all of the Shotinontowane’á:ka, they returned to the Ononta’kehá:ka, and there was a mighty struggle with Thatotáhrho.[17] Tsikónhsase devised a solution, suggesting to Tekanawí:ta that the council fire of the Rotinonshón:ni could be with the Ononta’kehá:ka, and that Thatotáhrho should become its keeper. [18]

Tekanawí:ta had several other innovations for the Rotinonshón:ni polity. The fifty men who would make decisions through consensus at the council fire were named roiá:ner, and they would wear deer horns to represent that they had forsaken war and ate only the flesh of deer, not of men. The roiá:ner were to have skins “seven spans thick”: they would be patient, not easily offended. Tekanawí:ta named each of the roiá:ner, and stated that their names would be requickened when they died (or were removed from office) and returned to the clan mothers, the iotiiá:ner. The iotiiá:ner had the responsibility of selecting new roiá:ner, though never the son of the previous roiá:ner. The iotiiá:ner would also have the authority to recall roiá:ner from office. A provision was made for further speakers to be added to the council at Ononta’kehá:ka, men who had merit and had sprung up like a Pine Tree—“Ohnkaneto:ten.” The Ohnkaneto:ten would have voices but not votes; their appointment would die with them and not be transferred. Further, the great good way, the Kaianere’kó:wa, could be amended by “adding to the rafters” of the longhouse.

The weapons of war were buried beneath the tree of peace, so that there would be no further war among the nations of the Rotinonshón:ni. [19] (The English idiom, “burying the hatchet,” originates with the Rotinonshón:ni.) The tree’s four white roots of peace stretched to the cardinal directions, spreading the good tidings. There were rules for adoption of individuals and whole nations, to follow the roots, find shelter beneath the tree of peace, and join the Rotinonshón:ni. The condolence ceremony for those who were in grief was described, as well as the use of wampum. The Rotinonshón:ni would be guided by principles of “peace, power and righteousness.” The last issue that Tekanawí:ta resolved was about hunting territory: Tekanawí:ta declared that all Rotinonshón:ni would share the hunt and “eat of one bowl.” [20]

[natequarter]

Quint ran his hand over the rock before him. Dark and grainy, rough to the touch and stained with the white Mire mud, it did not look anything special. He knew, however, that when it was polished, the rock was transformed into a shimmering, shining material that glowed from within, as though countless glisters had been sealed within it, like insects inside fossilized pine-sap.

Highly prized by the early architects of Sanctaphrax, the polished rock was the chosen material for decorating the increasingly ostentatious schools and academies which sprang up around the great floating city. It was used in small amounts to top towers or crenelate rooftops, or to provide a detail or two above an arch - and so it would have remained if it hadn't been for the Academy of Wind.

When its high professor at the time, one Aurelius Ventilix, heard that the School of Light and Darkness was to have its upper towers clad in cliff-marble - as the substance was commonly known - he decided that the Academy of Wind should not be outdone. Consulting with his architects and organizing what was to become the first of the Leagues of Undertown, he determined that every inch of his own school of learning would be clad in the priceless rock - even striking a deal with the cliff quarry to ensure that all consignments of rock slabs were delivered to the Academy of Wind and nowhere else.

Soon, the Academy of Wind had become the most spectacular building in all of Sanctaphrax. During the day, the polished walls swirled with ever-changing patterns of light, while at night the whole building glowed brightly, shining out like a magnificent beacon which could be seen for miles around. Mire travellers took to using it as a reliable landmark, while even migrating snowbirds were observed to orientate themselves by its light.

They, however, were not the only creatures to be attracted to the resplendent edifice. At first, the gatherings of tiny lights clustering close to the walls were dismissed as being glow-worms, fireflies, embermoths. It was only when their numbers grew that their true identity was revealed.

They were glisters.

Countless millions of the microscopic creatures - those elemental seeds of life, blown in from Open Sky and residing deep within the porous Sanctaphrax rock - were leaving their subterranean home and gathering all round the Academy of Wind. To those outside, watching, they made an attractive spectacle. Inside the institute, however, it was a different story. Surrounded by the mass of minute creatures which not only fed on emotions, but also affected them, those within the academy began to change - and not for the better.

The normally calm academic atmosphere was suffused with terror, rage and seemingly irrational displays of envy and despair. And all the while, the number of glisters clustered round the outer walls increased. Then one night, when the moon was full, a huge swarm of the minute creatures covered the academy, clogging its doors, its windows and gateways. From inside there came terrible sounds, howls of rage and screams of despair - listened to with awestruck terror by the academics from the other schools outside.

By the time morning dawned the next day, an awful quiet had descended upon the academy. When the noon-day bell tolled the hour, the academics outside could bear it no longer. Taking their courage in their hands, they broke down the doors to the academy - to reveal a bloodbath within. Driven mad by the glisters, the academics of the Academy of Wind had slaughtered each other until none remained alive.

Needless to say, the Sanctaphrax academics were appalled, and ordered the immediate removal of the cliff-marble cladding - not only from the Academy of Wind, but also from the upper towers of the School of Light and Darkness, the turrets of the Colleges of Cloud and Rain, and everywhere else the beguilingly beautiful polished rock had been used. The only place it remained was the West Wall of the Knights Academy.

The proud knights academic defied the other academies and refused to demolish their beautiful wall - indeed they rather enjoyed the way it kept their inquisitive neighbours away. But few academics, even the knights academic themselves, would linger for long at the Great West Wall at night when its surface sparkled with tiny dancing glisters.

normal books having a normal moment

[justforbooks]

Spielberg’s marine masterpiece transformed the movies – and us

The original blockbuster turned fear of sharks into decades of persecution but, at long last, the tide may be turning

Fifty years ago the world was changed for ever by a shark. On 20 June 1975, cinemagoers in the US were the first to experience the visceral thrills and oceanic spills of Jaws.

Based on a novel by Peter Benchley and directed by Steven Spielberg, Jaws tells the story of a great white shark terrorising the beach town of Amity Island, prompting police chief Martin Brody, marine biologist Matt Hooper and grizzled fisherman Quint to hunt it down. It earned rave reviews from critics and became the first movie to take more than $100m in theatrical rentals.

Typically summer months were quiet for cinemas but Jaws was deliberately timed for when people were at beach resorts and accompanied by the tagline: “See it before you go swimming!” The film opened on 464 screens in North America and was boosted by a major TV advertising campaign, still unusual at the time and marketing stunts such as themed ice-creams.

It’s the original blockbuster, it inspired an entire genre of “sharksploitation” entertainment, and it transformed what millions thought about sharks, for better and for worse.

In many ways, Steven Spielberg’s marine masterpiece was an accident. In 1973, the novelist Peter Benchley came up with the title Jaws just 20 minutes before his final deadline. “What does it mean?” asked his editor. “I haven’t the faintest idea,” replied Benchley, “but at least it’s short.”

Nicknamed Bruce (after Spielberg’s lawyer), the mechanical shark used in the film malfunctioned so much that it appeared in the final edit for a mere four minutes, and not fully until nearly an hour in. Instead Spielberg focused on fear and threat, and the rest is history.

Yet perhaps he did his job too well. Ross Williams, editor of The Daily Jaws website, says the film “cast a long shadow over sharks. It turned fear into frenzy, and that fear translated into decades of persecution.”

After 1975, shark killing and trophy hunts soared globally. All this despite statistics showing that in the US a human is more likely to be bitten by a New Yorker than a shark.

Research suggests that between 1986 and 2000, in the north-west Atlantic Ocean, there was a population decline of 89% in hammerhead sharks, 79% in great white sharks and 65% in tiger sharks, many of which were caught in fishing nets.

Figures published in Science have estimated shark deaths from fishing at 80m a year, 25m of which are threatened species.

The zoology writer Jules Howard says that “in the case of great whites it’s a hit job … it’s depressing, since sharks like these are not monsters. They’re complex, communicative beings that happen to be very well adapted for killing things. You’d think we’d see the similarities, somehow.”

Spielberg expressed his remorse on the BBC’s Desert Island Discs, saying: “The decimation of the shark population because of the book and the film … I really truly regret that.”

And yet Jaws has had positive effects too. Benchley became involved in marine conservation, as did the film’s underwater photographers Ron and Valerie Taylor and Rodney Fox.

Speaking to the Guardian from Australia, Fox says the fascination with sharks sparked by Jaws “culminated in not just the conservation of sharks, but to a care and understanding of the important role they play in the wider marine environment”.

Howard is just one of many who bear this out: “I remember that feeling,” he says. “Seeing the film. Buying the shark books. Understanding sharks in a deeper way. Wanting to shout loud to see them respected, conserved, saved.”

Williams adds: “It’s not about fearing sharks any more. It’s about fearing a world without them.”

Meanwhile, the public consciousness is more shark-infested than ever. Many have played it for cheap thrills and, increasingly, laughs, such as Roboshark, Ghost Shark, Sharkenstein, 5-Headed Shark Attack and of course Sharknado.

But others, like last year’s Something in the Water, have tried to replicate the fear of Jaws while showing sensitivity to the animals. Its British director, Hayley Easton Street, says: “I wanted the sharks to just be animals that need to find food, not vicious killers hunting humans.”

Today the ocean’s apex predator is part of our lexicon, in phrases such as “jumping the shark”, and they have even swum into populist politics.

Boris Johnson invoked the mayor from Jaws during the pandemic for keeping the beaches open; while Donald Trump has speculated on the relative merits of being electrocuted or attacked by a shark.

Perhaps most notoriously of all, Korean company Pinkfong’s version of the children’s song Baby Shark is the most watched YouTube video of all time, racking up 15bn views and counting. No great white has ever caused that much trauma.

Would Jaws get made now? In a 1995 essay for Smithsonian magazine, Benchley reflected: “If I were to write the book today, the shark would have to be the victim.”

These astonishing animals are still fighting to escape the shadow of the film, but thanks to the next generation of scientists, advocates and reformed storytellers, the tide may finally be turning.

As awareness has grown, applications to study marine science have risen at universities around the country. That is an outcome of Jaws that people now understand. In fact the ocean community embraces Jaws as a positive for ocean science, ocean research and conservation.

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[monkeyssalad-blog]

HC07457 by Community Archives Via Flickr: A photograph showing an RCAF plane, possibly taken during an air show at CFB Trenton, Quinte West, Ontario. Part of the Leo Arthur Young collection.