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atlanticcanada · 1 year

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Halifax hands out 275 parking tickets so far during World Juniors

Hockey fans in Halifax left Thursday night’s game against Austria with more than just a landslide victory for Canada -- many also got hit with a parking ticket.

Between 8 p.m. to 9 p.m. Friday, CTV News counted 65 tickets on the windshields of vehicles parked near the Scotiabank Centre.

“I think it’s awful,” said Bill Britten who was walking by. “With the hockey going on in Halifax and parking is limited and here they are going out, putting fines on everybody’s cars.”

On Rainnie Drive -- a one-way street which runs alongside Citadel Hill toward the arena -- 36 vehicles in a row were ticketed $25 for parking in a no-stopping zone.

According to Halifax Regional Municipality (HRM) spokesperson Ryan Nearing, the city has handed out about 275 tickets on streets surrounding the Scotiabank Centre since Boxing Day -- the official start of the World Juniors.

Nearing said the majority of violations happened because drivers weren’t obeying posted signs, such as no parking or no stopping areas. CTV News also spotted one vehicle ticketed for parking in an accessible parking spot.

“Our main message to folks is just make sure you’re looking at the signs around the street where you’re parking to make sure you’re aware of what regulations are in place,” Nearing said.

Fines range from $25 to $45, depending on the violation. Drivers who pay the ticket within a week will pay a little less. Nearing said the street signs are posted in their location for a reason.

“Sometimes, it may be to preserve access for emergency vehicles or other utility vehicles. It might be to preserve the right of way of pedestrians or cyclists. Or to protect parking for residents that rely on parking on that street,” he said.

From June 1 to September, the HRM forgave parking tickets to drivers who spent $35 at a local business as a way to boost business for those downtown entrepreneurs struggling because of the pandemic. That program expired at the end of September.

Some residents such as Scott MacKinnon believe the HRM should ease parking restrictions.

“That way people come downtown and they spend money for restaurants, bars,” Mackinnon said. “Parking is a problem.”

While some drivers told CTV News it wasn’t difficult to snag a parking spot downtown, others found it to be a challenge.

“That machine is alien to me,” said Sandra Van Der Made, who pointed to an electronic parking metre. “I have a few favourite spots. I have a secret spot that I won’t share.”

Operators of the Scotia Square Parkade say there were still spots left during games, especially on higher levels. A full day of parking costs $26 while parking for the evening costs $10.

Anyone who received a ticket from the HRM can dispute it within 14 days or pay the ticket within seven days and pay a little less.

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believerindaydreams · 3 years

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Thinking aloud about how to handle the Big Thing I did to Rivet City re: Danse backstory and tying it all up with the transition to 4, because trying to track my own continuity is now that complicated

(spoilers for everything including my fic, I guess)

Okay, so end point is subbing in an Arcade-shaped (either cos he's leading them or cos he super isn't) Enclave for Fallout 4 and realistically that means dropping it in in place of either the Institute or the Brotherhood.

Starting point: Liberty Prime destroys Rivet City because the Brotherhood is fighting the Enclave and Rivet City security just went to bat for the Enclave. Then the Citadel gets nuked at the end of Broken Steel, because the Lone Wanderer's dead. And wasn't BOS to start with.

Problem: where does Danse end up in all this and who gets the Prydwen?

I've got the Pitt still running under Sandra's leadership, so perhaps that would be the Brotherhood last stand as Adams would be for the Enclave. It's an option for Cutler and Danse...

except that they don't have a reason to go north until Rivet City gets obliterated?

(As a side point I probably need Li to survive also, but she can evacuate in the stolen Vertibird. A couple of kids from the market don't have that luxury.)

So, okay, maybe Danse and Cutler are talking about joining the Outcasts, Rivet City goes boom, they don't have anywhere else to go. The Outcasts head north to link up with the Pitt forces, with a trickle of deserters from the Lyons Brotherhood (the Elder isn't necessarily wrong to want to destroy a military target but it grates on the sensibilities of people who thought they were only fighting mutants). Danse gets power armor, Cutler turns into a trogg, ten years later one's dead and one's in the Commonwealth.

...if we're working with the Danse Blind Betrayal we all know and love, logically the Pitt Brotherhood can't be Institute. Fine. The Enclave gets to sub in for the Institute, with a new brand of synthetic people who are modified not to mutate from rad damage.

...oh dear. This makes Sandra the Sole Survivor, really.

Well, Boone can sub in for that. He wakes up from a simulation and needs to find his wife and daughter.

Arthur Maxson is evacuated from the Citadel before shit goes down, probably brought up at the Washington Monument, in charge of the Pitt's greatest creation, the airship. They're trying to move into the Commonwealth because Enclave presence in DC is too consolidated, but the Enclave has no intention of allowing this state of affairs to go unchallenged.

Preston Garvey is just "would you people stop having a proxy war in my Commonwealth and go fucking home already"

...none of that tells me who Boone my NCR boy will support but maybe an actual play through of 4 will decide that

...so who gets Liberty Prime then?

Guess we'll find out.

#ttw draft

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haitilegends · 4 years

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PLAIDOYER EN FAVEUR DE NOS DANSES FOLKLORIQUES ET DE NOTRE MUSIQUE

Par Louis Carl Saint Jean

Mon ami Loubert " Michou " François, fils du légendaire musicien gros-mornais Dieujuste François m’a envoyé un joli vidéoclip dans lequel on peut admirer le talent de danseur du peuple haïtien et la richesse et la diversité de notre culture. Je prends un immense plaisir à le partager avec vous autres qui appréciez encore la belle culture haïtienne. Ce délice a été filmé à Gris Gris, section communale des Côtes-de-Fer.

Ce vidéoclip confirme deux déclarations que je n’ai jamais cessé de répéter depuis ces vingt dernières années. D’abord, tous les genres musicaux haïtiens sont dansants et dansables. Ensuite, on n’a pas besoin de se rendre à une boîte de nuit huppée à Port-au-Prince, à Pétionville, au Cap-Haïtien, à Jacmel, aux Cayes ou dans n’importe quelle autre ville du pays pour danser et se divertir. On peut se récréer n’importe où, dans un luxueux salon d’une grande ville comme sous une humble tonnelle " andeyò ".

Pour parler dans le contexte des dénennies 1940 à 1960, à la Capitale et ses environs, il n’y avait pas que les " happy few " à se la couler douce les samedis soir. Ceux-ci allaient faire bombance à Cabane Choucoune, au Club Camaraderie, à Djoumbala et ailleurs au son de grands orchestres, tels que le Jazz Chancy, le Jazz Rouzier, l’Orchestre Issa El Saieh, l’Orchestre Ernest Lamy, etc.

Le peuple se réjouissait également, tant mieux que mal, avec les moyens du bord. Il le faisait au son de nos danses traditionnelles exécutées par de simples groupes " grenn siwèl " ne disposant que des instruments de fortune. On en trouvait, par exemple, chez Hermann Petit-Homme, à Lakou Bréa, chez Ti Boutt à la rue Saint Martin, au Bel Air, chez Miracule au Portail Léogâne, chez " Bèl Gouyad " au Corridor Bois-de-Chêne, etc. Les habitués de Bann Hermann ont toujours dit du plus grand bien de nos danses folkloriques, spécialement de notre dyouba. C’est un classique que notre " Wa ya… wa ya… Lamiral O, Lamiral O, fè dyouba mache, fè dyouba mache pou larènn danse".

J’ai été on ne peut plus émerveillé par la danse de modestes et jeunes paysans haïtiens au son d’une musique haïtienne jouée par des musiciens qui ne sont ni Antalcidas Murat, ni Guy Durosier, ni Michel Desgrottes, ni Murat Pierre, ni Raoul Guillaume, ni Félix Guignard, ni Edner Guignard, ni Gérard Dupervil ni aucune autre sommité de la musique haïtienne. Toutefois, ils ont joué de façon admirable. Les fêtards, eux, ont dansé avec quelle grâce, quelle classe, quelle décence, quelle élégance, quel charme! Selon moi, dans une certaine mesure, cela fait partie du génie haïtien. Le peuple haïtien est capable d’accomplir des merveilles. Il ne le fait par parce que tout simplement il lui manque l’encadrement et l’encouragement de ceux qui le gouvernent.

Oui, ce vidéoclip a prouvé effectivement que tous les rythmes haïtiens sont dansants et dansables. En plus, ils sont tous commerciaux. Cela est dit pour rassurer les businessmen qui, peut-être sans le savaoir et sans le vouloir, sapent les véritables fondements de la culture haïtienne. On ne les danse pas et on ne les commercialise pas pour une seule raison: nous avons toujours mis de côté tout ce qui nous vient de la paysannerie haïtienne, à part, bien sûr, ses denrées alimentaires. Et là encore, on n’en trouve presque plus puisque nous importons tout, même les œufs!

Donc, sans le vouloir et sans le savoir, sur le plan culturel et sur le plan artistique, nous avons réduit le pays à sa plus simple expression. Certainement, des efforts sont faits ça et là pour limiter les dégâts. Mais au point de vue national, comme c’était le cas en 1946 grâce à la vision et au patriotisme de l’Honorable président Dumarsais Estimé, depuis le 10 mai 1950 (la chute d’Estimé) rien n’a jamais été fait de manière concrète pour permettre un essor de l’art et la culture de notre pays.

Qui pis est, sans nous en rendre compte, nous pratiquons le " rejete ", un " rejete " fait sans Elie Lescot. Et c’est ce qui rend les choses encore plus dangereuses. Nous perdons la culture du pays. Oui, nous faisons un " rejete " sans Lescot et sans la bénédiction du clegé breton! Et c’est grave!

Et cette exclusion de la paysannerie haïtienne est pratiquée dans tous les aspects de la vie nationale. On ne le fait pas seulement dans le cadre de la musique haïtienne. On le fait (ou l’a fait dans le passé) dans le domaine sportif également. Par exemple, dans le football, autrefois chez nous (je me limite aux années 1940 à la décennie 1970), il n’y a pas eu une " sélection nationale " à proprement parler. Nos entraineurs avaient toujours aligné au sein de la sélection dite nationale des joueurs évoluant à la Coupe Pradel, à la Capitale.

Que je sache, le seul Port-au-Prince, ma ville natale, n’est pas Haïti. Mais, pour notre malheur, nous l’avons toujours traité en Haïti, traitant en parent pauvre toutes les autres villes du pays, spécialement les sections communales, celles qui constituent le vrai moteur de la nation. Surtout au point de vue culturel et artistique!

J’adorais la majorité des joueurs des sélections de 1970 et encore plus ceux de 1974. Je ne peux et ne dois rien enlever à leur mérite. Nous n’allons jamais oublier l’équipe " Tout pou yo ", l’exploit des Henri Francillon, Pierre Bayonne, Wilner Nazaire, Ernst Jean-Joseph, Arsène Auguste, Jean-Claude Désir, Philippe Vorbe, Guy Saint Vil, Emmanuel Sanon, Claude Bathelemy, Guy François, etc. Je les considère comme des gloires sportives haïtiennes.

Cependant, rendez-moi fol ou sage, à l’époque, certaines autres villes du pays regorgeaient de footballeurs qui auraient dû faire partie de notre " onze national ". Je crois que, renforcée de joueurs tels que Joseph Gemedy ou Pierre Donatien du Cap-Haïtien ou Elias Bendell des Gonaïves (sans compter d’autres), notre " sélection nationale ", aurait pu obtenir un bien meilleur résultat tant en 1969 face au Salvador qu’en 1974 face à l’Italie, la Pologne et l’Argentine, lors du tournoi de la Coupe du Monde de Football disputé en Allemagne Fédérale.

Mais comme on le fait depuis 1804, on a toujours donné la priorité et l’exclusivité à la " République de Port-au-Prince ". Et le résultat, dans presque tous les domaines, n’a pas toujours été trop convaincant.

Retournons à nos danses folkloriques et à notre musique. Tous nos rythmes sont dansants, dansables et commerciaux. Tout produit est commercial. D’ailleurs, dans le dernier cas, pour qu’il y ait commerce, il faut l’offre et la demande, loi qui détermine les prix dans un marché. Dans les années 1970, n’avait-on pas commercialisé chez nous le parfum " My Dream"? Des publicités très bien conçues l’avaient rendu très populaire. Par exemple, au Cap-Haïtien, Raymond Piquion, dans son émission " Pitit Kay ", sur les ondes de Radio Citadelle, et d’autres animateurs de la Capitale, sur celles de Radio Caraïbes, Radio Cacique, la MBC et d’autres stations de radio avaient vanté et rendu populaire ce produit, qui, admettons-le, était loin d’être d’agréable qualité.

Tout ce que nous devons faire est une publicité pour nos danses folkloriques qui se perdent lentement et sûrement, immolées sur l’autel de l’indifférence, de la démission collective, de l’ignorance, de la paresse et de la médiocrité. Nous devons nous rendre compte que nous avons une belle culture, un merveilleux patriomoine culturel et artistique à sauvegarder. Mais le tout s’évanouit malheureusement devant nos yeux.

Nous perdons nos édifices historiques, nos chants, nos danses, nos contes. Et cela se passe comme si de rien n’était. La dégradation de la société semble ne plus alarmer la majorité. Nos étudiants ne sont presque plus intéressés à notre littérature. Plus d’un est resté indifférent. Nos héros de Vertières ne sont plus glorifiés. Et presque personne semble s’en inquiéter. Les 17 octobre, 7 avril, 18 novembre sont devenus des jours réguliers. On aurait pris le 1er janvier pour un jour comme tous les autres, si on n’avait pas la fameuse " soupe joumou " à manger. C’est dommage, dommage et dommage! Pour reprendre le cri de Piram dans " Pèlen Tèt ": " Se domaj ki fè domaje! "

Nous avons au moins 160 rythmes, qui sont tous de très bonne qualité, tant mélodique que rythmique. Nous les avons souverainement méprisés, galvaudés. Nous avons oublié que nos paysans, eux aussi, peuvent nous offrir ce qu’il y a de plus beau et de plus noble dans notre art, dans notre culture. Mais nous n’avons fait aucune demande de leur art, de leur génie. Mao Tse Toung s’était écrié une fois: " Seul le peuple est artiste! " En 1976 ou 1977, chez le peintre Luckner Lazard, au 1068 New York Avenue, à Brooklyn, l’ancien président, le professeur Leslie François Manigat avait dit: " Le peuple est le vrai détenteur de la culture haïtienne. " (Référence: William Pierre, témoin oculaire et auriculaire.)

Chers amis, je vous encourage vivement à regarder ce vidéoclip. Vous n’allez pas le regretter. Vous allez jouir de sept bonnes minutes de de danse haïtienne, de musique haïtienne. Vous allez admirer des frères et sœurs en train de danser, de s’amuser sainement et décemment. L’Haïtien de 2020 comme celui de 1920 doit exhiber la même décence, le même décorum quand il diffuse notre art. Il doit le faire où il puisse se trouver, dans un beau et grand salon comme sous une tonnelle. Compliments à ces humbles musiciens de Gris Gris! Bravo aux excellents danseurs et aux danseuses. Ils sont tous des artistes merveilleux. Ils ont droit à mon respect.

Oui, tous les 160 rythmes haïtiens sont dansables. Même si je serai le seul et le dernier à le faire, je ne cesserai jamais de parler haut et fort et de faire l’éloge de nos danses folkloriques, parmi elles des danses biséculaires, voire multiséculaires: lancier, polka créole, menuet, martinique ou dyouba, ibo, contredanse, pétro, yanvalou, congo, méringue et de nos autres danses nationales.

Oui, tous les rythmes haïtiens sont dansables. On ne doit ni les rejeter ni les immoler sur l’autel immonde du commerce. Ce sont des dons de nos ancêtres. Ils récréent le corps, l’âme et l’esprit.

Louis Carl Saint Jean

3 mai 2020

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#biséculaires, #multiséculaires: #lancier, #polkacréole, #menuet, #martinique #dyouba, #ibo, #mayi #contredanse, #pétro, #yanvalou, #congo, #méringue #dansesnationales

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maryward2019pilgrims · 5 years

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1st and 2nd of May 2019

May 1st is a public holiday is both France and Belgium. We started that day attending Mass at the Cathedral in St Omer and strolling through the celebratory markets to mark Workers' Day. We were welcomed warmly by the assembly at Mass. Late morning we boarded a bus for Liege, Belgium. As a number of us had succumbed to colds we were glad for this restful sojourn and are grateful to our driver, Pieter, for his patience and skill. Many of us had never been to Belgium before and were delighted to find Liege bathed in Spring sunshine. We also noted locals from all over the world. After settling in and sourcing lunch we gathered to walk into ... and up into ... one of the oldest parts of the city. After gazing upon the massive palace of Prince-Bishop Ferdinand, who befriended Mary on her arrival in Liege, we climbed La Pierreuse where we met M Bruno Dumont, a local archivist and devotee of Mary Ward. Bruno informed us about some of the early purchases made by Mary Ward, especially the house on La Pierreuse where she had planned to establish a novitiate. This building has recently been honoured by the installation of an informative plaque that was unveiled toward the end of 2018. Further up this old cobbled street we were treated to breath-taking views across the city and we also visited the site of an old farm that is now being used for training purposes for young people who find themselves unemployed. Our time Liege has already highlighted many of the struggles and challenges that Mary Ward faced her: to maintain the integrity of her vision to appropriate the Jesuit Constitutions, financial difficulties and deteriorating relationships with the local English Jesuits.

Day 2 in Liege: Today was spent in the vicinity of Rue des Begards and Basilique St Martin - Mary Ward's second foundation after St Omer. Again we were accompanied by M Bruno Dumont and a local dignitary who seemed to have the keys to the city! With maps and historic records Bruno has been able to clarify the exact locations of various properties owned by the English Ladies. Although this picturesque neighbourhood has glorious views of the city, it was here that Mary Ward and her companions experienced extreme poverty and financial ruin, disillusionment and finally suppression. We had some funny experiences of being drowned out by hydraulic equipment moving statues in the Cathedral and loud machinery in the neighbourhood; it seemed like forces were still attempting to drown out the voices and experience of Mary Ward's friends! We prayed with the material prepared for the installation of the Mary Ward plaques here in Liege last November, and thus felt connected to the wider Institute. The afternoon was spent exploring this beautiful city, in art galleries, buying famous Belgian chocolate, returning to the citadel, visiting the many many churches of the city, writing postcards (yes!), finding cold and flu medication and there may have been some ice cream purchases made! Heartfelt thanks to Bruno, Sandra and our pilgrim French translators: Helen, Kerry and Kim. Special mention must also be made of Alison Brown who is managing our shared purse across these days – no wonder she is the Director of Finance and Business! It’s a pity she wasn’t here in the 1620s overseeing the finances of the early Institute.

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sandytree1 · 5 years

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Victorian craze for jewel names: Coral, Ruby, Pearl, Peridot,

Word names: Ember / Amber, Ebony,

Flowers: Lily, Rose, Daisy, Poppy, Bluebell,

Trees: Ask, Willow,

Virtue names: Hope, Faith, Grace,

Mythological: Freya, Angel, Venus,

Fictional: Alice, Ulysses,

Seasonal: Summer, April, June,

Other: Nieve, Mia, Amelia, EMily, Imogen, Louise, Jane, Anne, Karis, Sharon, Lucy, Serenity, Tiegan / Taegan, Scarlett, Sebastian, Willow, Mariella, Magnus,

English: Jessica, Samantha, Michael, Christopher

Biblical: Jack, George, Samuel, John, Jacob, Caleb, Lucas, Ethan, Simon

Scottish: Cameron, Finlay, Malcolm, Keir, Lachlan, Ivor, Graeme, Nessa, Jean, Euphemia, Marjorie, Sena, Skye, Caitriona, Fiona, Eileen, Elaine, Rowan, Heather, Effie, Eden, Erskine, Ross, Maeve, Avalone, Wren, Cordelia, GUinevere, Isolde, Morgana, Penrose, Rhonwen,

Short names: Emma, Ava, Noah, Liam, Finn, Bram, Tess, Mila, Isa, Ike, Leon, Rahm, Remy, Jim, Eve, Nick, Hilde,

Indonesian: Maret, Harimau, Putri, Lintang, Baskara, Satriya

Marjorie: pearl (Scottish). “attractive, lively, cheeky. Could have faded with the advent of the word Margarine.” Variants: Margery, Margaret, Marjorie (Scottish). Nicknames: Margie, Marge, Jorie.

Lyceion:

Hermione: messenge, earthly (feminine of Hermes) In ancient Greek myth, Hermione is the daughter of Spartan King Menelaus and his wife Helen; in pre-Potter lit, the name appears in Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale and in Walter Scott's novel The Fortunes of Nigel.

Valentine:

Celestine:

Alexander:

Hypatia: highest, supreme (Greek) Agora was a film about Hypatia of Alexandria, an early philosopher and scholar of mathematics and astronomy, as well as inventor of several scientific

Isidore: gift of Isis (Greek) A common ancient Greek name belonging to several saints. It was adopted by Spanish jews to the point where it was almost their exclusive property.

Charlotte: free man (feminine of Charles, French) An elegant royal name with many bearers. Charlotte Brontë, E.B. White’s Charlette’s Web, Charlotte York from Sex and the City. Appealing since it sounds feminine yet grownup, sophisticated yet lush.

Arianna: (Greek)

Arrietty: estate ruler. “A pretty, dainty name for one of the little characters in the children’s book series The Borrowers.” Harriet, Harry, Henriette/a, Henry. Henriette: Etta, Hetty, Hattie.

Josephine: Jehovah increases (French of Joseph). Josie, Jo, Joey.

Clementine: mild, merciful (French of Clement, Latin). Suggests peace and happiness, a lovely image. Other names with related meanings: Beatrice, Felicity, Hilary, Arcadia, Irina, Mercy.

Felicity: good fortune, happy (Latin). “A virtue name related to Hope, Faith and Charity. But much more feminine and hapier.” Nicknames: Flick, Fee, Felicia.

Aurelia: the golden one (Latin). Related: Aurelius, Aurora, Oriana.

Cedar: “A fresh and fragrant nature name more apt to be used for a boy.”

Clarence: bright (Latin)

Cordelia: heart (Latin), daughter of the sea (Celtic). Nicknames: Cora, Delia, Lia, Del, Cordie. Related: Coraline, Coral, Caroline.

Ciel: sky (French). Related: Seal, Celia, Ceil.

Brielle: hunting grounds (French). “Although it sounds modern, it’s a traditional Cajun contraction of Gabrielle.” Related: Gabrielle.

Daphne: laurel tree, bay tree (Greek). “Seen by Americans as quintessentially British. In Greek mythology, Daphne was a nymph who was saved from an over-amorous Apollo by her father, a river god, transforming her into a laurel tree. Her name was taken from that of the shrub and became part of the British vogue for plant names at the end of the nineteenth century.”

Minette: faithful defender. “Frenchified name of Henriette Marie rarely used in France.”

Fraser: French for strawberry (Scottish). Variants: Frasier, Frazier, Fraser.

Esperence: Spanish for hope, expectation (English). Variants: Esperanza, Sandra.

Giselle: pledge, hostage (German)

Larissa: citadel (Greek, Russian). “Name of nymph that’s daintily pretty and fresh alternative to Melissa or Alyssa.” Related: Larissa, Larisa, Melissa, Marissa, Alyssa, Lara.

Lillian: lily the flower (English from Latin). “More serious and subdued cousin of megapopular Lily. It probably originated as a pet form of Elizabeth.”

Marcella: warlike (Latin). “Depicted as the world's most beautiful woman in Don Quixote, this long neglected name seemed dated for decades but just might be ready for restoration. Saint Marcella was a Roman matron of strength and intellect who organized a religious sisterhood at her mansion, which St. Jerome guided in religion and learning.” Related: Marcella, Mercellina.

Meredith: great ruler (Welsh). Nicknames: Merry, Merri.

Flower names: Lily, Lillian;

Cisneros:

Mozart:

Sophia:

Emma:

Olivia:

Mercedes: Merche: Marzia: Mneme Naiara

Natascha

Reginold

Nicasia: victorious (Latin) from Nike, the personification of victory. Related to Nicole.

Niara: nebula, mist (Hindi)

Tiara: crown, jeweled headdress (Latin)

Odette: wealthy (French, from German) Name of the white swan in Tchaikovsky’s ballet Swan Lake. A particularly soigne, sophisticated yet upbeat choice. The black swan is named Odile.

Peridot: a green gemstone (Arabic) symbolising the August month. Said to be used for helping people put the past behind them. In ancient time it was a symbol of the sun. Highly valued in Hawaii where they’re believed to be the tears of the volcano goddess Pele.

Pele: goddess of fire (Hawaii)

Opal:

Seraphina: ardent, fiery (Hebrew) Seraphim is among the highest ranking angels with six wings.

Serena:

Violet:

Sidonie: from Latin Sidon. Chic French favorite. Sidony, Sydney.

Collette: people of victory (Greek), French feminine of Nicholas.

Sabrina: Latin for River Severn, deriving from Celtic mythology. Sabina, Serena

Samantha: told by god (Hebrew) feminine of Samuel. Samara

Siobhan: the lord is gracious (Irish Gaelic) variation of Joan, feminine of John. A lovely Irish name whose perplexing spelling has inspired many phonetic variations, but using the original form preserves the integrity of one of the most beautiful Irish girls' names. Variants: Joan, Johanna, John, Siobhan

Vanessa: species of butterfly; literary invention.

Esther: star (Persian)

Tiffany:

Madonna:

Kimberly:

Teal:

Alden: old, wise friend (English)

Valeska: strength, health, spirited (French/Slavic of Valerie) Name of Red Riding Hood in the 2011 update. Peaked in 1960s and was in the top 100 until 1988. Word is associated to the word valor. Valerie, Valeria

Chrysanthe:

Cybele: mother of all gods (Greek) and goddess of fertility, health, nature. Often confused with Sybil.

Corisande:

Mythological names

Rhea: a flowing stream (Greek). “mythological earth mother of all the gods. A lot better than the Roman equivalent: Ops. Rhea reentered the US Top 1000 in 2015. Its only previous appearance on the list since 1968 was 2004.”

English names

Margareth: pearl (Greek) Nicknames: May, Mary, Marge

Elizabeth: pledged to God (Hebrew) Mother of John the Baptist, and two notable English queens. Another memorable bearer was Elizabeth Taylor. Isabel is the Spanish version. Related: Lisette, Lise, Isabel. Nicknames: Lizzie, Eliza, Beth, Libby, Bess, Tibby, Betty, Betsy.

Theodore: gift of God (Greek). “An extremely attractive and exotic choice, with several equally attractive user-friendly nicknames, and more edge and sheer phonic apeal than the English form.” Variants: Theodora (Swedish), Tiodoria (Spanish). Nicknames: Ted, Teddy, Theo, Thea, Dora, Dory.

Laurence: from Laurentium, a city noted for its laurel trees, which was a symbol for wisdom and achievement. (Lawrence, Lauro, Larry, Lorenzo, Renzo, Enzo)

Leonard: brave lion (German)

Madeleine: high tower or woman from Magdala. Variants: Magdalen (Aramaic), Maddie.

Nicole:

For their meanings

These names I’ve included since they aid as components that many other names are constructed from.

Isis: throne (Egyptian) Before the rise of the political group, Isis was best known as the name of the supreme Egyptian goddess of the moon, sky, magic, motherhood and fertility, revived by feminists and others willing to cross into arcane territory.

Shorter names

Ella: all, completely (English) or fairy maiden (German)

Naia: to flow (Hawaii) Exotic variant of Maia

Maia: mother (Greek) Maia is one of those light, ethereal girls' names with mystical overtones and mythical roots. In Greek legend, she was the fair-haired daughter of Atlas who mothered Zeus's favorite illegitimate son, Hermes. To the Romans, Maia was the incarnation of the earth mother and goddess of spring, after whom they named the month of May. It's a favorite among Nameberry users.

Atlas: a Greco-Roman god that was strong enough to carry the world on his shoulders. Previously thought too powerful for a baby boy.

Mary: bitter (Hebrew) Variants: Marietta, Marie (French)

Katherine: pure Variants: Karen (Danish), Kieran (Irish), Kerenza, Karina, Kyra

Linda: pretty (Spanish, Portuguese, Italian) Lives forever in baby name history for toppling Mary from its 400 year reign as no. 1. queen of names in 1947.

April: to open (Latin)

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June: named after goddess Juno, queen of the heavens (Latin) Juni, Juno, Djuna

Regis: kingly (French) Rex

Virgil: staff bearer (Latin) The name of the greatest Roman poet and an early Irish saint who believed the earth was round, Virgil is rarely heard nowadays, but it retains a certain pleasantly fusty feel and likable southern twang.

Edith: prosperous in war (English) Among the oldest surviving Anglo-Saxon names. WIdely used in 19th century novels. Edith was a hugely popular name a hundred years ago that's being revived among stylish parents in Stockholm and London. It's currently beginning to gain traction in the US among those with a taste for old-fashioned names with a soft but strong image.

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katsbookcornerreads · 3 years

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Sandra approved ❤️ ´`´*★ Cover Reveal ★ Ash: Guarded Hearts Book 7 by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell Cover Design by Crystal Visions Release Date, Mar 7, 2021 Giveaway on my author page ~ https://www.facebook.com/1016877861731262/posts/3751623411590013/ Blogger signup https://bit.ly/SamAshBloggerSignup 🔥Pre-order: Amazon Universal Link http://mybook.to/AshGH7 Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08PC3NQ8W Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08PC3NQ8W Blurb ~ On the run from her mobster stepfather, Ashlee Gabrielli knows to trust no one. When Ash stumbles through the gates of the Citadel looking for a place to hide, she has no idea the men here are shifters. Tobias Santini is the leader of The Order of the Phoenix. The cadre’s superior has guided his men and protected their women since the first fated mate was found. With everyone else in relationships, Tobias remains alone, serving as guardian to them all. When he discovers Ash hiding in the garden, everything changes. She’s the image of a woman he loved and lost a lifetime ago, and she’s in trouble. Taking her under his wing, Tobias vows to protect her—even from himself when attraction sparks between them. Ash is inexplicably drawn to the silver fox superior. Eventually, he reveals their past life connection, but he’s still keeping secrets. She has one, too, possessing a dangerous gift that no one foresees. With forces unfolding their insidious plans and a final showdown brewing, the men of the Citadel will need every ally they have to survive the wrath of the vampire Etienne. Yet even that might not be enough this time. This epic Season One finale has BDSM, consensual power exchange, dark themes, and potential triggers, including a history of child abuse. The first DD/lg book of the series is written for Ages 18+. Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two will feature members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel) debuts in the Twisted Steel 2 MC Anthology out 13 April 2021. BOOKS IN GUARDED HEARTS SEASON ONE: Morgan http://mybook.t https://www.instagram.com/p/CKw2kDjApWQ/?igshid=6ycwy2hjpsbn

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florenceobrecht · 4 years

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Je partage ici un dessin dessin de Sandra Gifhorn: “Vanessa Paradis” 1985 qui me touche particulièrement..

Sandra était une des éducatrices de mon fils Siméon à la Citadelle Coccinelle, un Kindergarten à initiative parentale de Prenzlauerberg à Berlin.

Depuis que Sandra est sur instagram, je suis avec intérêt les publications de cette autodidacte ultradouée (elle a réalisé ce dessin à l´âge de 13 ans) qui n´a pas eu la chance de pouvoir faire des études d´art.

Ce dessin m´inspire énormément, je rêverais de faire une collection de portraits de stars réalisés par des adolescents et de les mettre en scène.

Vielen dank Sandra!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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ao3feed-shakarian · 5 years

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Mass Effect: # 1 Fan

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2P6tTS8

by xenowriter

Fic requested by Sandra. Halloween theme. Shore leave leaves the crew to a Halloween party on the Citadel. There, Jane Shepard meets her number one fan.

Words: 3060, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jeff "Joker" Moreau, Ashley Williams, Garrus Vakarian, Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Urdnot Wrex

Relationships: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2P6tTS8

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #shakarian #mass effect #garrus vakarian #female shepard #commander shepard

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cass1x1 · 7 years

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"Stay with me tonight." You know drill by now :3

Lily/Sandra

The dusk cast an ethereal glow over the citadel, turning the normally beautiful building into an utterly fantastical structure. The Shadowmists did not have seasons, per se, only irregular weather patterns that only the Wise Woman could predict, but the evening was warm and comfortable. The perfect night for sitting and enjoying the quiet and the sunset with a friend.

Or…a friend of sorts. Lilliel had not yet determined with certainty the nature of her relationship with Sandra. The girls had gotten closer over the weeks. There had been touches, glances, and even–she blushed to even think it–kisses. More than Lily had ever shared with another friend. But what did that make them?

Sandra–the object of her musings, coughed, bringing her thoughts to the present moment. Back to the beautiful skyline and the glow of the Priestess’s rooms. Everything else in the citadel was dark, leaving the building in silhouette. It made the whole thing seem less real, which perhaps was why she was comfortable speaking first. “This has been such a lovely day,” she said softly.

“I know,” Sandra replied. After a moment, she added more. “I like it out here. In the citadel, I always feel so alone.”

“You’re never alone,” Lily answered, not allowing herself to consider the words. “You always have me.”

“Even at night?” The words shot right to Lilliel’s gut. She pressed her lips together, looking for a response. Sandra spoke again before she had one. “Would you, uh, spend the night. With me? In my room?”

Would she? Even with her limited experience, Lilliel knew what such a request could mean. She couldn’t deny that. And yet…the thought of that…with Sandra… She took a deep breath, allowing herself a moment to wonder, and then spoke. “Of–of course. If that’s what you want.”

The sun had drooped below the skyline, and Lilliel could not quite make out Sandra’s face in the darkness anymore, but she felt a spark of something beside her, and her stomach twisted in response.

Mina/Adeline

Adeline called this moment “indulging” sometimes. That was what it was, after all. An indulgence. Giving themselves over to the sort of pampering neither of them could ever really afford, no more than they could hold on to it. It was spoiling, plain and simple. And yet, Mina, who rarely sought to be spoiled in any manner, could not help but linger just a moment longer, to beg for just a second more, even after the time had come for both women to straighten themselves up, to dress and hide the evidence of their tryst.

Today was surely no different, in that regard. They had finished their congress, and were lying together in Mina’s bedchamber. Lord Westin had been so accommodating when she’d requested her own bed, she almost felt as though she were taking advantage of him. But the promise of lying with her love in a bed, as opposed to stuffed into a closet, was so much more than Wilhelmina had ever dared dream before that no guilt could stop her from doing it.

And now, oh, now they were together, stretched out over fine silk sheets, and she just couldn’t help the words from passing over her lips. “Stay with me tonight,” she whispered, voice wavering with sleepiness.

“Oh, love,” Adeline’s reply came soft, like a mother soothing a child. “Don’t be foolish, now.” Her arms wrapped tighter around Mina’s waist, pulling her ever closer, as if the proximity would make up for the brevity of the embrace.

Mina pulled away though, sitting up and pouting, childish as it was. “It’s not foolish. Westin will be gone until sunup, and he would never come to my chambers without my permission. And–and we could say you simply came over and fell asleep.” The excuses sounded flimsy, even to her, but she could not see reason. All she wanted was one night with her love.

Adeline sat up too, eyes shimmering faintly with tears she would never shed over this problem. “I can’t,” she whispered, putting her hands over Wilhelmina’s. “You know I can’t.”

“Give me one night?” Mina practically begged, her eyes filling too, now.

In reply, Adeline simply leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Mina’s forehead. Mina smiled a bittersweet smile, hands gripping Adeline’s for one more moment before she had to relinquish her.

Mina/Clarence

There was nothing scandalous about kissing one’s husband in the library. It was, actually, rather expected, since one had married the man, after all. It was even less scandalous when the kiss was but a mere brush of one’s lips against his, in the heat of the moment, with emotions high after a rather intimate talk. And yet, Wilhelmina found that the moment she pulled her touch away from Clarence Westin’s, she found her heart racing much the way it did when--well, when she was with Adeline. Peculiar though that was, she had to admit, she recognized the feeling.

“Dearest,” he whispered, a grin spreading across. “Thank you for sharing that with me.” The words were so soft and tender, but it was unclear whether he meant the confessions about her childhood from their conversation, or the kiss itself.

Mina looked away, suddenly shy. It had not occurred to her, but she was more worldly than him, more experienced in matters of the body and the heart alike. Was that what this was, though? Her heart getting involved? It seemed impossible, when her heart belonged to Ada, but she could not help but wonder if it truly was. “Westin,” she replied, not sure what to say.

He seemed to understand, though, her speechlessness, or at least know to react the right way. “Come, love, it’s late. You should be in bed, though you’re too beautiful to need beauty sleep.” He rose, reaching a hand out to bring her with him. Mina followed, still lost in thoughts of what she should do. What she wanted.

When they reached the doors to her room, he stopped, grinning that incredibly stupid, though oddly endearing today at least, grin of his. “This has been a lovely night,” he told her. “I--uh, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, but for now--”

“Wait,” she stopped him, stepping closer to him, looking up from her eyelashes. Coquettish, but not ineffective. “You, uh. That is...” She took a deep breath. “Stay with me. Tonight, I mean.”

Her eyes flicked away, not able to look directly at him while waiting the unending half-second it took him to answer. “Are you certain, darling? I would be honored but you don’t have to.”

Nerves rising up in her gut, Mina nevertheless pushed on, rising to her toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, practically an echo of the one they’d shared in the library. “Stay with me,” she repeated.

Bennie/Adeline

“Tell me that you want me,” she demanded, and the contrarian in Benoit wanted to swear to her that he didn’t. He wanted so badly to tell her that all he wanted was to be left alone. To have his peaceful and normal life back from this crazy, impulsive, selfish woman who took it from him. And yet, as the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, it failed him. Bennie wasn’t prone to letting his emotions distract his common sense, but something about Adeline threw him off-kilter. To say she disrupted his sense would be an exaggeration, but she certainly did something.

He breathed a few long, deep breaths, doing his best to appeal to both their logical sides. “That’s not the question, Adeline.” He looked at her, with her flushed face, and it only made things more complicated. “What I want is...” He shook his head, stepping toward her.

“What you want is what?” she asked--no, demanded. Adeline never asked anything, and Bennie was equal parts infuriated and fascinated him. Her particular way of expecting the world to bend to her whims made him petulant, brought out the worst in him. “For goodness sake, Mercier, what do you want?”

Benoit was at his snapping point. Really, he couldn’t help himself. “Stay with me,” he said.

“What?”

For once, he had her down to near-speechlessness, and in the excitement over that, Bennie couldn’t help but continue onward. “Stay with me. For the night. That’s what I want, Adeline.” He sighed, brushing her hand through his hair. “We’ve been married and we’ve...obviously...the marriage is valid but we’ve never spent the whole night. Never actually slept. That’s what I want, Adeline. I want you to stay with me for a night.”

He would have expected her to roll her eyes. To judge him for wanting something other than intimacy. And yet, as always, she did the opposite of what he expected from her. “Well,” her voice came out that smokey sound, and he felt his nostrils flare in frustration. “Why didn’t you say so before?”

Bennie/Clarence

It was so rare that Benoit met someone who was comfortable with his long silences. Sometimes, he just didn’t know what to say, and he was tired of people, and he just shut down. There people with whom he could have companionable silence, where neither of them spoke. With Clarence Westin, it was not companionable silence. It was not silence at all. Westin spoke endlessly, filling any gaps where Bennie couldn’t talk with near-constant chatter. It may have been annoying at first, but since he’d grown accustomed to it, its absence would have unnerved him.

In fact, when he stopped talking, Bennie was immediately struck by a discomfort, as though something that should have been there was taken away. “Mercier?” Lord Westin repeated, waiting on an answer to a question Bennie hadn’t even really been listening to.

“Pardon?” he asked, eyeing the other man with some curiosity. “I’m sorry. Would you repeat that?”

Westin, to his credit, was unphased as ever by Bennie’s response to him, perfectly happy to take up the chatter again. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted me to head back home. It is getting late.”

Bennie blinked, his gut reaction catching him off guard. He knew the answer, after all, senseless as it was. Yes, he and Westin had shared some--er--intimacies before, but what he wanted to ask hardly seemed appropriate. Then again, it was truth. Being truthful was always the right thing to do, surely? So he sighed, opening his mouth before closing it again. How was he to say this?

“Well?” Westin repeated, a smile curling up one side of his lips. “Shall I go, or--”

“Stay,” Bennie interrupted, surprising both men in equal measure. “With me. Stay with me tonight.”

“Oh,” Westin--Clarence, Benoit supposed that a request like that warranted the use of his Christian name--began. A sudden, distressing tightness pulled at Bennie’s chest. Nerves, he supposed. “Well, I suppose I could do that.” The tightness loosened immediately, bringing a smile to his face, a full one to match the other man’s growing one. “Shall we--er...”

“Yes,” Bennie agreed, not leaving him time to bumble a description of what they should do next. “Yes, I rather think we shall.”

#jillianrps #answered #answered memes #holy shit this got so long #i'm so sorry #ch: lilliel #ch: wilhelmina #ch: benoit #o: sandra #o: adeline #o: clarence #ot4: disarrangement #otp: my favorite book #holy crap it took my forever too jesus #i'm so sorry jillian

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