#gason

[alexvulpinus]

The only canon ship!

Didn't know it's called gason. Perfection.

Finally: these fuckers are imprisoned!! Yaaaayyyyy!!!

[james-glorpfield]

at gleast glorpfield stilg has hims poetry journal of angry despair ang gloneliness

[trendingforums]

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[allmenmustspeakhaitiancreole]

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Tall men

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people who may learn haitian creole

cis woman

trans women

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Taylor Swift woman

Mèsi

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[colonellickburger]

Leah Gordon. Gason Bó Lanmé-a (Boy by the Sea), Haiti 2000

[babylon-crashing]

a pretty piece of flesh please

This is a scene from Federico Garcia Lorca’s 1933 surreal drama, Bodas de sangre (Blood Wedding). Set in rural Spain, the story concerns a doomed love triangle swirling around the nameless Bride, Groom and Leonardo Felix, who once was in love with the Bride but is now married to another. Driving the tragedy is the Groom’s bitter Mother, who has lost her husband and older son to an ancient feud with the Felix family. It is during the wedding itself that the Bride unexpectedly flees with Leonardo, leaving the Groom with no choice but to follow them. The two men kill each other and the rest of the play deals with the fallout for all the female characters.

Lorca loved his psychedelic Romanticism and this play does not disappoint. During the chase scene all manner of bizarreness happens, from a trio of otherworldly lumberjacks to the Moon making a walk-on appearance.

Perhaps the strangest, though, is Death herself, who takes the appearance of a curvaceous pauper; except for some stage directions, however, she is only referred to as the “Beggar Woman.” As the scene opens, two young women sit, spinning wool, while the Little Girl (who turns up in the play whenever a comedic line is needed) runs about being sassy. Soon Death shows up and asks, Yon bèl moso vyann, tanpri. [A pretty piece of flesh, please.]

LITTLE GIRL. Ale ale! [Go away!] BEGGAR WOMAN. Poukisa? [Why?] LITTLE GIRL. Paske w ap plenyen: ale. [Because you’re whining: go away.] BEGGAR WOMAN. Mwen te kapab mande pou je ou! Yon bann zwazo swiv mwen: ou vle youn? [I could ask for your eyes! A flock of birds is following me: do you want one?] LITTLE GIRL. Mwen vle ale lwen ou! [I want to get away from you!] YOUNG WOMAN I. [To the Beggar Woman.] Pa koute l! [Don’t listen to her!] YOUNG WOMAN II. Eske ou soti nan rivyè a? [Are you from the river?] BEGGAR WOMAN. Se konsa mwen te vini. [That’s how I got here.] YOUNG WOMAN I. [Timidly.] Èske mwen ka poze w yon kesyon? [Can I ask you a question?] BEGGAR WOMAN. Mwen te wè yo; yo pral byento la: de torrent lapè finalman ant gwo wòch yo, de gason nan pye chwal la. Mouri nan bote nan mitan lannwit lan. [Pauses.] Mouri, wi, mouri. [I saw them; they will be there soon: two river torrents at peace at last between the rocks, two men trampled between the horse’s feet. Dying in the beauty of the night. Dying, yes, dying.] LITTLE GIRL. Fèmen bouch, dam toutouni, fèmen bouch! [Shut up, naked lady, shut up!] BEGGAR WOMAN. Flè ranpli twou je yo, ak dan yo se de ti ponyen nèj difisil. Yo tou de tonbe, pandan lamarye a te rive, abiye ak cheve tache san. Anba dra san tache yo pral retounen, pote sou zepòl bèl ti gason. Se konsa, pa gen anyen ankò ka fè. Li jis. Tout sa ki rete yo se flè an lò sou sab sal. [Flowers fill their eye sockets, and their teeth are two handfuls of hard snow. They both fall, as the bride arrives, dressed in blood-stained hair. Under the blood-stained sheets they will return, carried on the shoulders of a handsome boy. So there is nothing more to be done. It is fair. All that remains are golden flowers on the dirty sand.][Vanishes.] YOUNG WOMAN I. Sal se sab la. [The sand is dirty.] YOUNG WOMAN II. Sou flè an lò. [On the golden flower.] LITTLE GIRL. Sou flè an lò a mò yo pote tounen soti nan kouran an. Brown se youn, mawon se lòt la. Ki rossinyol ki nan lonbraj vole ak fè jouda sou flè an lò! [Beneath the golden flower they carry them from the river. Dark-haired is one, dark-haired is the other. Let the shadow of the nightingale fly and call to the golden flower!]

[pumpkinsy0]

could you maybe write a little fic where pony gets jealous over someone flirting with curly and that results in a argument but then they make up please i love jealous pony

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[stormyelliotwritez]

long term relationship with gambit but just on a cute domestic fluffy date.. maybe picnic… flowers and shit.. hes so cute and silly i love my girlfriend remy 🦕

OH MY GOD PRETTY BOY TIME

fair warning: i don’t know how to speak french or cajun or what its called so it’ll be kinda ooc maybe

PICNIC TIME

You and Remy had been dating for ages but you didn’t go on many dates due to life and everything that seemed to follow mutants. So when he suggested a picnic date, you jumped at the opportunity to have a picnic and just be his boyfriend for once.

“Come on, bél ti gason,” he said with a smile as he walked you up the hill. He was holding his hands over your eyes and when he stopped walking, he took his hands off your eyes.

There was a purple, checkered picnic blanket on the floor with a cute picnic basket. Remy could be such a romantic when he wanted to be. He pulled you onto the blanket and then onto his lap. “What do you want to try first?”

You giggled and opened the basket. Inside was an assortment of foods. There was some cheese and some chocolate filled croissants and little strawberries and chocolate and some wine. “A strawberry, baby,” you said.

He pulled the little container of strawberries out and picked the most yummy looking one because only the best for his boyfriend. He held it up and smiled. You playfully opened your mouth and he slipped it in. You bit down and it tasted so good. “Mhmm,” you murmured.

“It good, baby? My boyfriend gets the bestest of the best. T’es le plus bel homme au monde, mon amour.” He pulled you closer against his chest so you were wrapped in his arms. With a wide smile, he kissed you on the top of your head. “Ou se bagay ki pi bèl ki janm vini nan lavi mwen,” he smiled.

You looked up at him with a smile. “What did you say, baby?” Him speaking like that to you always made you smile and giggle.

He let go of you with one hand and picked up a croissant. He offered it to you to bite and you did. “Nothing, baby, just saying how much I love you.”

You giggled again, now with a mouthful of croissant and he kissed you on the top of your head once more. To him, you were the most amazing man he’d ever set eyes on and he’d do anything for you.

“I love you, Remy,” you said quietly. He smiled and pulled out a rose from the basket. He handed it to you. “I love you too, chere.”

You sniffed the rose and turned to face him. “It’s beautiful, my love.” He moved a hand to your cheek and gently pulled you in for a kiss. It was gentle and you kissed him back, slightly more passionate.

A few minutes later when you could hardly breathe, you pulled apart. He gasped and ran his hands through your hair. “I can’t believe you’re mine, cherie.”

You two sat and grazed for hours. He’d feed you strawberries and you’d taste his glass of wine. He’d brought two bottles so you guessed he’d organized for one of your friends to pick you up.

He was the most perfect man you’d ever dated. He always knew what you needed and he almost always got it for you. He would steal the moon for you and you’d steal the sun for him. You two were made for each other and not even Death would threaten to steal you from each other.

[skeptiquewrites]

Microfic: Voudon

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'voodoo'

Malfoy isn't allowed to leave the country unescorted, so Harry's assigned as his international liaison from the Ministry. Harry's not sure why; over the last few years he's vacillated between thinking Mysteries is a waste of time and resources or wildly dangerous depending on the week.

Upon arrival, they receive a blessing from the high priestess. The magic calls so strongly to Harry's own that it shocks him right to his core. She smiles beatifically at him.

"Ah, piti gason mwen." My son, she said. As if she's been waiting for him to come home. As if she knows him.

[james-glorpfield]

gason gloopsted took everything. all glorpfield has is gtds.

[anthos11]

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[astarab1aze]

❝ ’ffffff I were a priest , would you defile me in a church ? ’m I worth defiling ? ❞

"Ma cheri, I'd violate th' sanctity o' any holy land jus t' hear ya say m' name, suh you tell me, beautifuh. 'm thinkin' yer more 'an worth defilin' - make e'erybody in church sweat, blush, an' try out all th' things they watch me do t' ya a' home..." He grins to himself, smug and cheeky, tilting his head at Saint with a playful glint in his eye. He had many words to share, many thoughts he could voice right now, but he couldn't let Saint pull his leash too tightly, could he? He had to keep him on his toes, dabble in being chaste instead of begging like a puppy. "I'd unsanctify both you an' th' church, wha'chu mean 'am I worth defilin''? Damn righ'; Scout's honor, I'll defile ya righ' now-- Bel gason, ou vo tout bagay."

[countessofravenclaw]

I finally got write some Roller Crew being parenst content. This is quite a fun conversation because, Laura and Ivory are besties, but also Gastina's youngest child and Simbar's oldest... Enjoy a snippet

“Did you already drop the girls off?” Ambar’s face showed up on the video call.

“Yep, long time ago,” Gastón answered. Nina leaned her head on his shoulder.

“How did it go?” Ambar asked. “Did you go in with them?” 

“Well,” Gastón shrugged, “and no, I didn’t. I wasn’t allowed to, you know, for the street cred. We all know they will be fine anyway.” 

“So you didn’t see what sort of accommodations they got?” Ambar kept asking. 

“Darling, what are you doing?” Simon’s head showed up behind Ambar. “Oh hey! Did the girls get off alright?”

“They did,” Gastón nodded, “As I was just about to say to Ambar, I didn’t go in, but the place looked fine. Pretty standard sports academy. Not any sort of luxe hotel, but I think they’ll survive.” 

“Why were you even asking about that?” Simon looked at Ambar. “You weren’t expecting some sort of luxury, for a sports camp, right? You were the one who wanted the girls to go to the nearest public school so we can agree that they don’t need luxury.”

“I wasn’t expecting any luxury,” Ambar glared at Simon playfully, “but surely I am not alone when I don’t want them to sleep in a moldy cabin in the woods.”

“Yeah, there were no woods at all.” 

“I just still keep wondering how the camp fee was so cheap?” Ambar shook her head, “We didn’t have time to vet it when girls found it online.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about it,” Nina started speaking, “I wouldn’t call it vetting, but we did look it up. It’s run by a church sanctioned nonprofit.” 

“Oh.”

“Apparently lots of the kids attending those camps are being provided aid by the non-profit, because they wouldn’t otherwise be able to afford it. They get it half free at least.” Gastón explained, “I have been meaning to look into the organization, see if they accept anonymous donations.”

“It’ll probably be a little different environment,” Nina nodded, “but would be good for the girls, before they start at Blake. Not that they care about those things, but a change of scenery is always for the good.”

“I definitely agree with that,” Simon agreed, “I grew up sleeping in a bunk bed, so you need to experience that at least once in your life. Camps are always so fun.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Ambar shook her head, “It is very good that they went, even if two weeks is a little long… I’m just glad that Ivory has something to do. We’re so busy and summer has just started.”

“Sorry, can't relate with that,” Gastón grinned, “Corporations are summer vacation and so is UCA, so I’m free, outside of a few thesis supervision, but those are not a bother.”

Gastón was such a popular professor in UCA, that almost all of the students who had had his classes wanted him to supervise their thesis. He had had to put a hard limit on three students per year a long time ago. 

“Actually on Monday we are taking off to Santa Cruz. Gonna go take some pictures at the Los Glaciares national park.” Gason looked at Nina, “Now that Laura’s off at camp, we are giving Oscar and Aurora a chance to prove that the house won’t burn down if they’re left by themselves for five days.”

“Vacation? Ah, I would love that,” Simon groaned, “Not us. Pedro and I are going back to the studio to do some recording. We won’t be free before the end of January.”

“And I have at least two court dates in need of my appearances,” Ambar shook her head, “Maybe three, if that one case gets drawn out. We need to figure out something for Esme to do, since I can’t take her to the courthouse.”

“She used to love to come to the studio, but now she complains how boring it is there,” Simon grimaced.

“That’s how teenagers are.”

“She just turned 13, my little gemstone can’t be a teenager yet,” Simon’s face turned horrified. 

“We’ve all been there,” Gastón laughed, “There will always be the time when you little girl decides that she doesn’t want to be a child anymore.”

“We probably didn’t tell you that right before school got out, Laura got in her head that she wanted to dye her hair platinum white,” Nina explained, “We shot that down very quickly. Said that she can have some lighter highlights if she wants, but not that drastic of a full hair change.”

“When she’s 18, she can have full responsibility for those sorts of decisions,” Gastón continued, “but…about Esme. Doesn’t she like chemistry?” 

“Yeah, she does,” Ambar nodded, “Always gets mad at us, when we don’t allow her to mix kitchen soap with all sorts of things.”

“How did I not tell you about this?” Gastón questioned out loud, “There are these summer science workshops held in UCA in summer, for middle schoolers. Few of my star students are TA:ing that. You’d think Esme might like that?”

“She would probably love it,” Ambar exclaimed. “It’s held at UCA? with what sort of timetable?”

“9 to 4 I think. ” Gastón responded, “It starts next week.” 

“Is there still time to sign up?”

“Check the website. I’m not involved with it myself, if I wasn’t a part timer, I probably would bea.” Gastón thought. 

“We'll try. That would be perfect.”

“Tell me if you can’t get her in.” Gastón nodded, “I do know the professor running the program personally, so I can get her in.” 

“Thank you.” Simon made a few gestures with his hands, “Who knew that your kids growing up would be such a hassle?”

“Tell me about it,” Ambar chuckled, “We need to figure out when the Blake Freshmen parents’ conference even is.” 

“At the end of February,” Nina responded, “it’s always the same day, and has the same contents.”

“We probably wouldn’t even need to attend it anymore, we know it by heart,” Gastón rolled his eyes, “Third times the charms and thankfully the last.”

“Well, this is our first,” Ambar remarked. “Ivory’s is seriously starting Upperseconday school.”

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