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mistwalker-official · 3 months

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Mistwalker @ Traxide - April 1st, 2022

Montreal, Quebec

Photos by Steve Gerrard

#Mistwalker #black metal #heavy metal #speed metal #thrash metal #punk #blackened heavy metal #black n' roll #blackened thrash metal #blackened speed metal #metalpunk #blackened punk #Traxide #Montreal #Quebec #Canada #Canadian metal #Newfoundland metal #Steve Gerrard

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heavy-nfld · 21 days

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#Mistwalker #Oceanic Heritage #Syrup Moose Records #black metal #heavy metal #speed metal #thrash metal #metal #Glovertown #Newfoundland and Labrador #Newfoundland #NL #NFLD #Heavy NFLD #YYT #709 #Canada #Canadian metal #Newfoundland metal

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blueiskewl · 1 year

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600-Year-Old English Gold Coin Found in Newfoundland

The discovery of a rare gold coin on the south coast of Newfoundland, Canada, may challenge traditional historical narratives about the timing of European contact in the region, as it predates explorer John Cabot's arrival on the island by at least 70 years.

In a press release last week, the Government of Newfoundland and Labrador said that the English coin was found during the summer of 2022 by Edward Hynes, a local amateur historian, who reported it to officials as required under the province's Historic Resources Act. The 600-year-old coin predates the first documented European contact with North America since the Vikings, in a region with a 9,000-year-old history of human settlement and rich Indigenous traditions.

After consultation with Paul Berry, a former curator of the Bank of Canada's Currency Museum, the coin was identified as a Henry VI quarter noble, minted in London between 1422 and 1427. In the 1400s, the coin would have represented a significant sum of money, valued at 1 shilling 8 pence, or around 81 Canadian dollars ($61) today.

Prior to this discovery, a coin minted in the 1490s and found in 2021 at the province's Cupids Cove Plantation Provincial Historic Site was considered the oldest English coin ever found in Canada.

As Berry says that the coin was likely out of circulation when it was lost, there is much speculation about exactly how the gold quarter noble coin made its way to Newfoundland and Labrador. The precise location of the discovery is being kept secret to discourage treasure hunters.

The discovery of the coin underscores the intriguing archaeological record in Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada's easternmost province. Stories of Viking arrival are contained in Icelandic sagas, citing visits by Leif Erikson over 1,000 years ago, and archaeological evidence of a Norse settlement, which was found in L'Anse aux Meadows, Newfoundland, and declared a Unesco World Heritage site in 1978.

Other unconfirmed accounts of European contact include tales from England's Channel Islands about a ship being blown off course in the late 15th century into a strange land full of fish; historical Portuguese maps depicting Terra do Bacalhau (or, the land of codfish); and the "Voyage of Saint Brendan," a legendary account of an early 6th-century sea voyage by an Irish abbot.

In 1583, Newfoundland became England's first possession in North America and the establishment of fishing operations on the outer coastline of the island cut off access to traditional food sources for the indigenous population.

"There's been some knowledge of a pre-16th century European presence here for a while, you know, excluding Norse and so on," Brake told CBC. "The possibility of perhaps a pre-16th century occupation would be pretty amazing and highly significant in this part of the world."

#600-Year-Old English Gold Coin Found in Newfoundland #Edward Hynes #metal detector #metal detecting finds #archeology #archeolgst #gold #gold coin #Henry VI quarter noble #treasure #ancient artifacts #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations

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thrashntreasure · 7 months

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Ep03 Manifest From Away

In this episode, Gareth Comes From Away, while Aaron Manifests over Amaranthe's latest effort.

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stylized-corpse · 3 months

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If you like thrash / speed metal then you need to stop everything you're doing and listen to this song. This is one of my favourite NWOTHM tracks of all time.

Allagash - "Fourth Kind" Allagash 2016 Thrash / Speed Metal Independently Released St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada

#Allagash #Fourth Kind #2016 #thrash metal #speed metal #independently released #St. John's #Newfoundland and Labrador #Canada #Youtube #Daily Dose of Darkness

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bam-monsterhospital · 7 months

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every time i rewatch one piece live action and it gets to bellemere, and i see her face, my brain's like '... mom? aunt? cousin?'. she's got the eyes-nose-eyebrow structure our mom's side of the fam has. it's very jarring whenever i see it.

#like yes the actor is beautiful #i really like her as bellemere #but i had to go 'uh hey kait does she look like mom's side of our fam to you?'#because my brain does a metal gear exclamation mark every time i see her xD #ramblings #look i'm just not used to seeing that combo outside of newfoundland #had a sociology prof a long time ago who also had those features #i always got asked if she was my mom ;__;#don't mind me facial features are weird

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newfoundlanderish · 9 months

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Grounded by Peter Kelly

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viscos1o1atlanticcanada · 1 year

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Viscos

with an I & sometimes an S

A branch of preppy, alt & light subculture.

Only this one deals with the winter, slumber parties & sleepovers.

Bed pillows > flasks

ribbons > scrunchies

Canadian Mountains > LA beaches

Hairbands, buttons, Bentley bags,

Pastel green, orange, purple, grey, teal & lime

Sometimes red, green, gold & platinum

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doomedandstoned · 2 years

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Slowpoke Unleash Trippy New Music Video and Two-Song Smash

~Doomed & Stoned~

By Billy Goate

SLOWPOKE belong to that strange, and because of that elite, group of bands that relish in what should be called omnimetal. The St. John's collaboration of Ben Chapman-Smith (bass, vox), Cameron Legge (guitar), Adam Young (drums) float effortlessly (and at time jerk violently) between rock and metal subgenres, grabbing a little of this, dabbing on a little bit of that, a joyful (if jagged) potpourri of sludge, desert, stoner-doom, psychedelic and prog.

We introduced you to Slowpoke last year, midsummer, when they delivered the sizzling stoner romp "Sid the Cat," with grizzly guest vocals from Al Yeti Bones of Gypsy Chief Goliath (such a great song). It's part of their self-titled debut, which I heartily recommend if you're into the Melvins, Queens of the Stone Age, or Die Like Gentlemen. Even if you're not, don't walk away just yet because Slowpoke will surprise you.

Through and through, the album feels just like friends jamming together (and having a good time of it) with flashes of brilliance along the way, but above all an experience -- one that offers both reprieve from the brutal ambiguity of our present age ("Stony Iommi") and the courage to square up to it ("Slumlord").

You're about to hear those two very songs sans interruption in a rousing live performance from the band's visit to Argentia (read it again, I had to). I thought it was quite a trek for the band to do a film, considering the band's moorings in Newfoundland and Labrador. But it is in fact not Argentina but Argentia, a Canadian seaport.

Says the band:

"We chose these two tunes not only because they flow into each other well, but they also run the gamut of what we do as a band. We packed in high energy punk, big riffs, shoegazy effects wizardry, and even a meditative atmospheric part too."

The 12-minute film is situated in an alley that overlooks rolling hills spotted with patches of grass. The whole environment seems to welcome Slowpoke’s scruffiness.

In the summer of 2021, we recorded "Live in Argentina" with the help of Johnny Rawkhard, Rick Hollett, Glen Tizzard, Rick Tizzard, and Stephany Donahue. The music video features live performances of “Stony Iommi” and “Slumlord” against the backdrop of an abandoned bunker off the Argentia airstrip in Argentia, Newfoundland. We hope you enjoy watching it half as much as we enjoyed making it. Special thanks to Arts NL and the Government of Newfoundland and Labrador for providing funding for this project.

Our trip begins with a groovy bass riff and caustic vocals, joined by a cobble of punk and math rock. Two minutes in, and things get trippy. I must have gone into a trance or something, because I found myself in the mood to pull some to-dos off the shelf. There's an instrumental passage that goes on in rhapsodic fashion for a good bundle of minutes, building into something like Kyuss meets Meshuggah and Latin dance.

I swear, by the finish I was ready to tackle things I'd been lagging on for months. So there you go. Slowpoke could probably make bank doing the late night infomercial circuit. Their music really does impart energy.

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#D&S Debuts #Slowpoke #St. John's #Newfoundland #Labrador #sludge #stoner metal #omnimetal #Doomed and Stoned

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bemusedlybespectacled · 1 month

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went to the whydah pirate museum with my husband and parents-in-law (which, it's a little weird I haven't gone yet because we live literally right there) and got some pictures

among some stuff I thought was cool:

historical!Blackbeard's crew was 60% black, so if anything OFMD is historically inaccurate in that there are too few black people. (though, to be fair, there should also be more than like 12 crewmembers at a time. like, the average crew had over 100.)

no seriously the entire museum focused a ton on the diversity of pirate crews (and also the pretty bad historical stuff, like how piracy tied into slavery)

the actual way pirates carried guns was tying a gun to each end of a length of ribbon and putting them around their necks/shoulders like one of those stoles you get at graduation.

also the ribbon was really pretty. like you can tell this one had roses on it:

I didn't get a picture of this but there were also a pair of floral scissor handles and a musket with a dragon-shaped metal accent. pirates DID like pretty things.

I'm very firmly on Team "Izzy Couldn't Have Been Upper Class Given His Incredibly Working-Class Accent" and it seems like, while he might have needed to steal some rich guy's sword to do it, his choice of a rapier shows that he's more skilled in combat than some of the other pirates (which we kind of already knew). also it makes sense he'd go for precision over strength given that he is Tiny Baby Rat.

apparently pirate havens weren't only in the caribbean and madagascar but also canada??? like newfoundland was a great pirate hot spot, apparently.

also holy shit bart roberts was a fucking moron.

#our flag means death #piracy #history #izzy hands #personal

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realultimatepower · 10 months

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I've seen about 3 posts on here about the guys stuck in the metal tube off the coast of Newfoundland, and I can honestly say that 4/5 of them don't deserve such a tragic fate.

Stockton Rush is the idiot who has been running this botch job and is the pilot of the Iron Lung. This is how he is destined to leave this world, as punishment for his personal hubris and the advantage he has taken of others and their lives.

But everyone else on board is generally a decent person who has done some things to benefit people even if they haven't dedicated their entire livelihood to it.

First off, there's Paul-Henry Nargeolet who is notably not a Billionaire. He is a French oceanographer and an authority on the Titanic wreck who works with several public institutions to recover artifacts from it and contribute to education regarding the tragedy. He did not pay to be there, he is the crew's "Content Expert" essentially a tour guide.

The paying customers are composed of Hamish Harding, who infamously went on one of Musk's space flights in the past year but is also one of only a couple dozen people to go to Challenger Depth (specifically holding the records for Longest Time spent there and Furthest Distance Travelled at CD) and is one of the top fiscal and emotional investors for the Cheetah Conservation Fund that operates in countries such as Somalia and India.

Finally there's Shazahda Dawood: Vice Chairman at Engro (Investment Firm), Board Member of The Prince's Trust (Charity for Disenfranchised Youths), Trustee for the SETI Institute (Searching for Intelligent Life outside Earth), and Father to Suleman his collegiate son who has joined him inside the submersible.

These men may be foolish for taking the trip inside a vessel which is "not approved or certified by any regulatory body" but they aren't bad people and they don't deserve to have their potential deaths celebrated, aside from Stockton who is the worst kind of grifter. Please try to keep this in mind over the next couple days as their oxygen dwindles.

#real ultimate posting #oceangate

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mistwalker-official · 1 month

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Huge thanks to Jason Saulnier for these videos of our set at The Red Knight in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia during our tour last year! Here's the song "Bastant Fist Assault". Our whole set is up on his channel 'Concert Vault'. Go check it out!

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heavy-nfld · 2 months

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#Securitron #Post-Apocalyptic Eras #thrash metal #heavy metal #metal #Glovertown #Newfoundland and Labrador #Newfoundland #NL #NFLD #Heavy NFLD #YYT #709 #Canada #Canadian metal #Newfoundland metal

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starshideyourfics · 10 months

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You Are Here - part 2

part 1

Steve needs to make his way back to his seat to get his carry-on from the overhead bin, but Eddie promises to wait for him wherever they get lined up. That earns him another soft smile which makes his heart stutter in his chest. As soon as Steve has crossed the weird invisible border between Business Class and Coach, Eddie turns his attention to waking his band mates.

Frankie proceeds to stretch, cracking most of his joints in the process. Jeff just rubs his eyes and asks, “Where’s Gareth?”

“Drinking in the back of the plane,” Eddie says with a full-hand point down the aisle.

Yawning, Jeff nods. He gets up quickly, grabbing his overnight bag and shuffling out of his seat and towards the door. Frankie follows him, with Eddie trailing behind, glad he was too paranoid to check his duffle. The guys kept saying he might as well so he wasn’t toting something big, but now he’s actually got his own toiletries and a decent set of clothing options for wherever it is they end up. And the Talisker whisky he bought at duty free.

For how rowdy half the plane was only minutes before, everyone is so tired and ready to escape the curséd metal tube that deplaning is orderly and quick. Gareth manages to get off before Eddie spots Steve, but he’s got his arm around a woman with chunky blonde highlights and breasts so perfectly round that they are either a genetic miracle or fake.

So at least he doesn’t need to worry about Gareth whining at him about… well, anything, but mostly about Eddie ditching the guys to follow a straight boy around like a lost puppy.

When Steve finally emerges with a backpack and his briefcase, graciously thanking the flight attendant for the blanket and pillow, Eddie feels his shoulders relax. He hadn’t even realized he’d been hunching.

And then Steve’s face has to go and light up when he spots Eddie, lifting his hand in a tiny wave, waggled fingers and all, as he walks down the stairs. “Heard anything?” he asks, hope once again in his eyes as he reaches Eddie.

“Nothing, just that we’re spending the night in town. Guess they’re busing us off.” Eddie shrugs, glad he’s wearing a sweatshirt and a little worried about Steve getting cold in the night air. “But like I said, gotta be pay phones in there, so let’s go.” He’s not sure why he holds out his hand again. Two virtual strangers, adults who have been traveling internationally, he and Steve shouldn’t be so touchy with each other.

But Steve takes his hand and it feels right, like coming home. Even out here in the middle of nowhere.

“We’re lucky our plane was so close to the terminal,” Steve says with a glance over his shoulder at the dozens of planes further out on the tarmac. “I’m guessing there will be some pretty long lines.”

Eddie agrees, overthinking the pay phone idea now they’re so close. It isn’t like either of them planned to be in Newfoundland; they don’t have any Canadian coins and an international collect call will be expensive. Chrissy’s gonna be pissed once she’s done being worried about how she’ll get the band home in time for their upcoming photoshoot. And the fact that they’re supposed to be getting back in the studio as soon as possible…

He’s thoughts are still racing when Steve suddenly stops short and Eddie stops to check that he’s okay—he’s seen enough panic attacks in his life, the freeze of anxiety—but it’s not that. Eddie follows Steve’s line of sight to the row of pay phones against the wall, each one taped off with a big, handwritten sign: Sorry! Out of Order

“Well… That’s a bust,” Steve sighs, still holding Eddie’s hand, his skin soft like he moisturizes. “But there’s gotta be a phone wherever they’re taking us right? The whole damn island can’t be cut off from the rest of the world.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees with a nod. But looking around he’s not so sure. Everything at the airport looks ancient, makes him think of the few pictures he still has from his childhood and Wayne’s photos from Vietnam and Korea. And then he sees the map, with what he can only imagine is a recent addition: YOU ARE HERE in bold letters and an arrow pointing to the island.

He points it out to Steve, who chuckles. “Very helpful.”

“Now if only we could tell anyone else.”

The line for the buses clips along once people realize they can’t stop to use a phone at all. Steve and Eddie end up towards the front of a bus while Jeff and Frankie are in the back keeping an eye on a still tipsy Gareth. Jeff even shoots Eddie a knowing look on his way to the back, one that says, I’m not dealing with you pining over another straight boy.

At least it’s dark, no lights for them on these school buses, so hopefully Steve doesn’t see his blush. There aren’t even that many streetlights out on the road, so it stays dark, unnervingly so, and to cope Eddie lets his mouth run.

“So, feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but you’re a lawyer, yeah? I don’t know too many lawyers who fly coach.”

That makes Steve laugh, bright, even as he tries to stay quiet. “Yeah, well, I’m not that kind of lawyer.”

“Public defender?”

“Family law. I handle a lot of guardianship and custody cases.”

That gives Eddie pause, and he feels like the moment he takes stretches too long, making things awkward. He hopes Steve doesn’t feel awkward. But finally he softly says, “That’s actually really cool. And probably really emotionally draining.”

“Yeah, but I feel really good about the work I do, which makes it all worth it. My dad told me he’d only pay for college if I did pre-law and law school, wanted me to work for his company, go into corporate law. But he just said law school.” Steve goes quiet a second, turning to look out the window and into the darkness. “We don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m sorry, that’s rough.”

“My dad had some very specific ideas about what he wanted me to be, and the only one that worked out for him was that I was captain of my high school basketball team.”

Eddie can’t help the face he makes, wrinkling his nose. Of course beautiful Steve is a jock. He’ll never hear the end of this. “Oh, Stevie, no! Say it isn’t so!” Eddie says, only half-joking. “Not Captain! You would have bullied me so hard if we’d gone to school together.”

“No, I wouldn’t’ve!”

“I was king of the nerds! Ran a Dungeons and Dragons club and everything.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s really cool! My little brother plays D&D, and I know how much work goes into a campaign. And secondly, it’s not like I was shoving people into lockers; I admit to kinda being a bitchy asshole, but I didn’t need to throw my weight around. I’ve been in exactly one fight, back in 8th grade, and I lost. To a 7th grader.”

Eddie does his best to bite back a smile, but he can’t help it; Steve is cute, like an excited puppy. “So you’ve got a shitty dad and a cool little brother,” he says finally, accepting Steve’s assertion of not being a bully in his youth.

“And a mom who’s addicted to valium. Dustin isn’t actually my brother… I did a mentorship program my senior year, trying to pad out my college applications, and his parents had just gotten divorced. We got matched up, and the rest is history.”

“Jesus H. Christ, Steve, how are you real?”

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of neuroses and other bullshit waiting beneath the surface. I’m not that great.”

“Oh, that I don’t believe for a second. You can have bullshit and still be great. I mean, look at me!”

They both laugh then, only to lapse into a comfortable silence as the bus driver announces that they’re just about to Gander Academy, which is where they’re spending the night. “It might end up a bit crowded, but you’ll be well taken care of,” he promises as he parks to let them off.

Out front the group is greet by an older woman, directing them towards the gym where they’ll be sleeping on gym mats and donated air mattresses before finishing with, “Then, I’m guessing you’ll want to come down this way to the cafeteria, get something to eat and drink, and we’ve got TVs with the news on down there. So you can see for yourselves what happened.”

“What did happen?” a woman asks from behind Eddie and Steve. “We know the U.S. airspace is closed, but we haven’t heard why. Something military? Is there a new war?”

The older woman purses her lips and takes a breath before saying gently, yet projecting loud enough for her voice to carry, so clearly a teacher used to commanding a room, “There was a coordinated terrorist attack in New York and Washington DC. They hijacked multiple planes. Like I said, you can see the news yourself.” Carefully, she ushers them inside.

They don’t speak much after that. Steve and Eddie go to drop their bags in the gym, before filing with everyone else into the cafeteria. They see the footage. The first hit. The second. The collapse.

It’s truly awful.

And they cannot look away.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #fanfic #stranger things fic #come from away AU #cw: 9/11 #part 2

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thefisherqueen · 4 months

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And then in a moment it happened! It was not the chain that broke, but it was the collar that slipped, for it had been made for a thick-necked Newfoundland. We heard the rattle of falling metal, and the next instant dog and man were rolling on the ground together, the one roaring in rage, the other screaming in a strange shrill falsetto of terror. It was a very narrow thing for the professor's life. The savage creature had him fairly by the throat, its fangs had bitten deep, and he was senseless before we could reach them and drag the two apart.

That was an unexpected turn of events. Really helpful to move the investigations along, though, that the villain is unconsious. I guess they can finally have a look at the professor's corresponce and that wooden box. Good doggie

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the creeping man #do not fault the dog for this at all #the creepy professor had it coming

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eopederson2 · 7 months

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Metal Chicken, Clarkston, Washington, 2022.

Back from an amazing month in the regions around the North Atlantic from Norway via the Faroes, Iceland, Greenland, and Newfoundland to Québec and Vermont, a long way from the PNW which I will not have a chance to visit in 2023. Personal postings on this blog may be limited for awhile, depending on how much time I can find to sort and edit photos. For some photos from the trans-Atlantic trip, see my primary blog Randomness.

#sculpture #metal #chicken #clarkston #ashton county #washington #2022 #photographers on tumblr #pnw #pacific northwest

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