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I'm a white theatre person in a mostly white theatre community and you are spot on with them being lightyears behind - pretty much every theatre company I know of locally will have on their website and also on the audition postings that they 'accept anyone etc' but will continue to cast white/able bodied/skinny near exclusively.
No cuz everyone must be everyone.
Take Wicked for example. The West End is the first to have both a Black Glinda and Elphaba. Broadway has only had a Black woman play Elphaba as a swing, which is just as important, but they have yet to cast a Black performer in any prominent role outside of Brittney Johnson as Glinda a few years ago and Taye Diggs as Fieryo in their early years of being on Broadway despite said character literally being a POC in the books! Nessa Rose is always played by an able bodied performer as if there aren’t disabled performers who are very talented and very capable of playing the character. It makes no sense. It’s ok for a Black man to play the Phantom but it takes literal YEARS for a Black woman, or any woman of color for that matter, to play Christine only for Broadway to end its 20+ year run a freaking year later. Then they say “Well we should be able to play whoever we want” but when you get a Black Juliet, a Black Macbeth, a Desi man playing the Green Knight, a Black woman playing King Edward, etc we get called every slur they can think of because that statement is truly only meant for them. It is an excuse for them to disregard the importance of Black and Brown performers and everyone who works in theatre including the fans. Cuz why do you think you have the right to play TiMoune when we can’t even play a freaking fairy in a Shakespeare play without someone saying it’s unrealistic for us to have the role due to the color of our skin???? We can’t even get proper representation in freaking Hadestown which is a show that prides itself on being “diverse”. The audiences are just as much at fault too. Their racial bias is the exact reason why ticket sales plummet as soon as a Black or Brown performer is casted in a lead role. I can’t even find videos of Yola and Phillip Boykin as Hades and Persephone for god’s sake! Two dark skin and plus size performers! Grammy and Tony award winners! We have to prove ourselves to everyone including directors despite our credentials and it’s sickening.
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Blackthorn Ch 5 | M.YG
Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff | Angst Word Count: 7.5K Warnings: Mentions of Menstruation | Shifting | Magic | Talks of War | Splinter | Crying Rating: PG16
Who Woke Up? - Agust’s appearance puts the Princess into protective mode and everyone is on edge.
a/n: As always thanks to @sailoryooons for betaing and making the banner. Credit to @colormepurplex2 for making the Namjoon edit.
a/n 2: I have to thank @theharrowing and @sailoryooons for this update. Without them this chapter would have went in a completely different direction.
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When the Princess woke the next morning, her body refused to move. It was taxing to even open her eyes. The sunlight that seeped into the room was warm, it chased away the icy dread that had settled in the Princess’s veins overnight. Hyejin entered the room with the others behind her and Princess Keena laid in her bed, unmoving. Her heart started to quicken, and she closed her eyes as a wave of sickness twisted painfully in her stomach. The Princess inhaled a shaky breath as Hyejin walked over to the bed.
“Princess, it is time to wake up!” Hyejin pulled back the covers that did little to warm the Princess’ body and gently shook her shoulder. “Princess…”
Princess Keena fought to open her eyes and she swallowed thickly as the morning light blinded her.
“You look unwell,” Hyejin placed the back of her hand on the Princess’s forehead and counted to five silently. “You should rest a little more, Princess. Did you have a fitful sleep?”
Alinafe walked over and frowned. Alinafe grabbed the Princess’ wrist and timed her pulse before she placed the Princess’s hand back at her side. She turned to Hyejin and patted her shoulder lightly.
“It is the start of her cycle. Tea and rest are what’s best for today.”
“Oh!” Hyejin gasped and jumped to her feet. “I will gather everything right away!”
Alinafe laughed and nodded her head. “Talk to Izaso and she will explain everything to you all.”
Princess Keena whimpered as a sharp pain suddenly pierced the center of her forehead, crawled down the back of her skull and squeezed around the base of her neck.
“What?!” Izaso screeched and rushed to the Princess’ side once Hyejin told her the Princess had started her cycle.
“What is the meaning of this Alinafe? It’s too early for her cycle!” Izaso grabbed the Princess’s wrist and timed her pulse before she sighed. Alinafe was correct, the Princess had started her cycle, two weeks early. “Rele pou Aga. Mwen vle konnen ki sa ki te lakòz sa!” Izaso was furious but in the back of her mind, she was thankful to be able to spend this cycle with the Princess before she left her. If anyone knew what caused the Princess to go into an early cycle it would be Aga.
Alinafe hurried away and Izaso took her place beside the Princess. “Even at this age, you are still full of surprises, my sweet girl.” Izaso smiled softly and gently fixed the bonnet on the Princess’s head. "Rete timoun ... rete."
Princess Keena sighed and tried to relax but the pain in her head couldn’t be ignored.
"Li fè mal," the Princess whined and Izaso frowned.
“What hurts?”
“M-My head.”
Izaso shook her head with a small chuckle and cupped the Princess’s check softly. “Open your eyes for me, Princess.”
Princess Keena struggled, it felt like her eyelids were sealed with wax. Izaso’s eyebrows raised in surprise as she watched the Princess struggle, and she stroked her cheek with the thumb.
“Easy, child.”
Carefully, Izaso reached up and parted the Princess’ eyelid with her thumb and index finger. Striking silver, brighter than the moon, stared unfocused and Izaso jumped back from the Princess. Izaso stood up quickly and hurried away from the Princess’ bed. She looked at Yungsun and sighed deeply.
“What is wrong?” Yungsun watched as a frown appeared on Izaso's face.
The other handmaids gathered around and Izaso rubbed her forehead unsure of how any of this had happened.
“The Princess has been forced into an early cycle. Whatever the stressor-” Izaso looked at the women before her and shook her head. “The Impundulu has chosen to take over as protector.”
“Is the spirit any different than the Princess?” Yungsun questioned carefully and Izaso nodded her head.
“Her name is Ceyeh and she will not speak to anyone. She is mute, having lost her voice in her first life. Ceyeh won’t harm you unless she feels threatened. She has been watching from within the Princess, so she knows who you are.” Izaso walked over to the Princess’ wardrobe and dug around for a box buried underneath all the fabric.
Inside the box was a small blackboard with a few pieces of chalk so that Ceyeh would be able to communicate with anyone who might come in contact with her.
“The last time Ceyeh protected the Princess was when she was a little girl. It was a month after the Princess’ tenth birthday and her brothers had decided to play a prank on her,” Izaso explained softly. Byulyi rolled her eyes at the story, she knew from her own firsthand experiences how horrible older brothers could be.
“They left the Princess alone in the forest for hours and when they went to collect her, the Princess was not where they left her. Ceyeh led the Princess to one of our warriors and they brought her back home.”
“What a terrible thing to do to such a young child!” Wheein crossed her arms over her chest and held herself. She didn’t want to imagine the pain and fear the young Princess must have felt at that time.
The others nodded their heads in agreement and Izaso continued, “The Princes were punished by the King and Ceyeh refused to leave until a month later when they were sent away for training.”
“We have not spent a lot of time with Ceyeh.” Fatsani took over with her head held high. “But during that month she made it known that she would protect the Princess.”
Before anyone could speak more, a knock at the door caught their attention and Alinafe entered with Aga behind her. Izaso narrowed her eyes at the large man and sucked her teeth. “Take care of the Princess. Her head hurts, please give her a soothing tea and see to it that she eats a light meal.”
“The Princess is in good hands,” Yungsun smiled softly and waved the others to get started with their day.
“I will inform the tutors that today's lessons are to be canceled…should I tell them another time?” Wheein asked and Chimika nodded.
“I believe Ceyeh will be here until the cycle has passed. Five days at the least…eight at the most.”
“Understood.” Wheein bowed and Yungsun handed her a note before she disappeared out of sight to relay the message to the Princess’s tutors.
Aga stood tall with his hands behind his back and his feet spread shoulder width apart as Izaso rounded on him. His pale yellow eyes were tense and Izaso glared as she reached out and latched onto his bicep.
“We need to talk.”
Aga allowed for Izaso to pull him to the other side of the room where the rest of the handmaids were not. They stood face to face and Aga saw that something was wrong.
“What happened yesterday?”
“Is the Princess okay?”
“Aga,” Izaso sighed and pressed her fingers to her temples. “What happened?”
Aga’s gaze flickered in the direction of the Princess’ room, and he kissed his teeth before he grunted in defeat.
“The young Prince lost control over his spirit yesterday in the garden.”
Izaso’s eyes widened at the news and Aga placed a hand on her shoulder lightly before he continued to speak. “I do not believe that he wanted to harm the Princess but dragons…any spirit is unpredictable.”
“And the Princess?” Izaso dared ask and Aga dropped his hand from her shoulder.
“Focused her time on other things, refused to acknowledge the danger.” Aga spoke lightly and balled his fingers at his sides. “The Empress spoke with her and I believe that helped ease the Princess.”
Izaso rubbed her hands together and bit the tip of her tongue before she spoke up. “The Princess has entered an early cycle from what I now know is the stress of yesterday.”
“I am not surprised-”
“Ceyeh is showing signs of surfacing.”
Aga stared at Izaso. He blinked three times as her words settled in his mind. “C-Ceyeh…but she hasn’t shown herself since the Princess was-”
“Yes, Aga. I was there, I know.”
“Are you worried?” Aga and Izaso shared a look and Aga sighed. “Inform me of any changes. I have other duties for the day. Chan and Jooheon are at the doors. I will have Minho and Mingi circle around the outside.”
Izaso crossed her arms over her chest and bowed, “Zèklè a pral frape.”
Aga copied the action and repeated Izaso, “Zèklè a pral frape.”
Izaso watched as Aga left the room and she turned on her heels to help get things prepared for the coming days. In the bed, Princess Keena laid motionless while the pain in her head slowly started to fade. She felt her body as its weight became lighter, her blood warmer, and more alive. A million tiny bolts of lightning rode the current of her veins and struck her heart with electrifying jolts. It was uncomfortable, the Princess’ skin itched and the markings on her back flared up, hot to the touch. She started to overheat. Beads of sweat built upon her hairline and just when the Princess thought she was going to boil from the inside out, a voice cooler than any sun shower caressed her mind.
Sleep my child. You are safe with me. Sleep…
Byulyi and Wheein were tasked with taking care of the Princess while she laid in bed, and they watched in amazement as her features started to change slightly. The Princess’ nails turned a deep grey, tiny brown and grey feathers appeared at the creases of her eyes and cuff of her ears while the brown of her eyes was replaced by a watery blue silver that called to mind lightning in the darkest of nights.
No longer was the Princess present, Ceyeh was in control, and she watched everyone with slightly hooded eyes. There was no smile on her face, she was a blank canvas that only showed emotion with raised eyebrows and squinted eyes. Those silver orbs glowed and dimmed with many different emotions as Ceyeh started to become accustomed to the Princess’s body once again.
“Would you like some hwajeon?” Byulyi offered Ceyeh a small plate of sweet rice cakes and Ceyeh stared at the treats unblinking.
“Oh! Here.” Wheein placed the blackboard in Ceyeh’s lap and placed a piece of chalk on top.
Ceyeh bowed her head in thanks and started to write slowly on the board. Byulyi and Wheein both watched with bated breath as they waited to see what the Impundulu wanted to eat. When Ceyeh showed them her board they smiled. She requested a bath and a fish dish without any onion or garlic.
“As you wish, Ceyeh.” Wheein bowed and hurried off to tell the others.
In the innermost part of the palace, the Empress sat with the Emperor. They sat beside each other and looked at the King and Queen of Escistan on the large platform before them. The King and Queen weren’t truly in front of them. It was the magic of a sight gem; a murky blush royal cut gem, the size of a lily pad that gave the power to communicate across lands. It was a precious and rare gem that only the rulers of the sky had access to. As the descendants of said rulers, the Min empire was one of the only nations to have access to such forgotten power. As they created their alliance with the Escistan nation, Empress Min gave them a sight gem once both sides agreed on a reasonable union of power.
Empress Eunkyung looked at the note in her hand and cleared her throat as she looked at her foreign friends.
“It is as we had wished. Agust has accepted the Princess.”
Queen Tiali nodded her head and clasped her hands together in her lap. “Have you told the children of their marriage? Is Keena upset?”
“Forgive me, Tiali. We have not spoken to the young ones on the matter.” Emperor Chungho spoke up from beside his wife and folded his hands over his lap. “I thought it best to wait until your envoy left and the Princess got more comfortable with Yoongi.”
“Mmmm, that is a wise decision my friend. Keena is strong willed, I fear that while the Prince is her friend, she might grow to resent him for our choices.” King Baasi scratched at the beard on his chin and sighed. “You say that Agust, the dragon spirit has accepted our daughter?”
“Does he know of Keena’s true spirit?” Queen Tiali worried about her bottom lip and both the Empress and Emperor shook their heads.
“I do not believe so. Agust is drawn to the power that resides inside of the Princess, but I doubt he realized why.” Empress Eunkyung explained with a small laugh. “I do fear that Agust will gain full control of Yoongi once he realizes that Ceyeh, his soulmate, does reside inside of the Princess.”
“Agust will not cause harm to our daughter. Ceyeh is the only one that was able to calm him then and I am sure that she will be the only one to calm him now.” The Queen smiled and laced her fingers together. “What news is so important that it comes to us at this time?”
Empress Eunkyung glanced at her husband and nodded her head. “The Princess has gone into an early cycle and Ceyeh seems to have woken from her slumber.” The Empress explained softly, and the Queen sighed loudly which made everyone laugh.
“I apologize to you, my friends and trusted allies. I had hoped that Ceyeh would hide away until after the wedding.”
“Do not worry, dear Tiali,” Empress Eunkyung laughed. “Spirits coming to turn are a given. It is nothing if not a blessing.”
Princess Keena’s parents smiled and nodded in agreement at the Empresses’ words.
“How are the war preparations coming along, Baasi? Do you foresee needing more of my men?” Emperor Chungho changed the subject suddenly and the mood darkened. It was a topic that couldn’t be ignored any longer.
“The western lands are strong, but I am confident that we will overcome them. The warriors coming home will lead the forefronts and show what has been learned during their time in your care.” King Baasi grinned and raised his fist in the air. “We will not lose this war!”
“I wish you minimal casualties during this war, my friend. Our land is always open if you need anything.”
“Thank you, both of you.” Queen Tiali crossed her arms over her chest and King Baasi did the same before they both bow their heads.
Empress Eunkyung and Emperor Chungho bowed their heads and the image of their friends faded away. The sight gem slowly started to lose its glimmer and Empress Eunkyung stood to her feet.
“Will you check on our son today? I will stop by the Princess’ room and speak to Ceyeh if she will allow it.”
“As you wish, dearheart.” Emperor Chungho stood and grabbed his wife’s hand before he pulled her closed and pecked her lips. “Will you join me later? I am suddenly missing your body's warmth.”
Empress Eunkyung laughed and cupped her husband’s cheek, “Shall I fix that for you my love? Would you accept me in two hours?”
“I would wait eternity for you, dearheart.”
The Empress and Emperor shared one more kiss before they went their separate ways for the day.
A day later the Emperor walked along the sunny halls with his head held high and his arms clasped behind his back. Two guards followed silently behind him as he made his way to Prince Yoongi’s chambers. At the sight of the Emperor, the guards as the door bowed low and opened the doors. Emperor Chungho walked inside the room and paid little attention to Hoseok who was perched by the window with a book in his lap. Upon seeing the Emperor, Hoseok excused himself from the Prince’s bed chamber and situated himself in the sitting area.
The Emperor sat beside his son’s bed and sighed deeply. It was the second day of the crown Prince being unconscious and the Emperor worried that Agust was the reason for the Prince not waking up. His red gonryongpo was the boldest thing in the room compared to the Prince’s white lace up crew neck blouse with bell sleeves and black sleep trousers.
“Come now, Yoongi. There is work that needs to be done and here you are lounging around like a log. What will the Princess think of you?” Emperor Chungho joked sadly, and he took hold of his son’s hand. He looked at the Prince’s hand in his and smiled. “Woah, look at how big your hands are!” Emperor Chungho lined their fingers up and sure enough the Prince’s hand was bigger.
“I remember when your hand fit in mine. You were such a small hatchling; I didn’t think you would make it since you were so tiny. You had the smallest wings when you hatched, we almost thought you were wingless…” Emperor Chungho cleared his throat and scratched his nose with his thumb and index finger as he sniffled.
“Now look at you, my son, the crowned Prince with hands bigger than my own.” The worry in the Emperor’s voice was dense and weighed heavy in his heart. “Wake up son. Don’t let that overgrown lizard win this round.” Emperor Chungho gave Prince Yoongi’s hand a tight squeeze and stood up. He smiled at his son and walked out of the bed chambers, giving Hoseok a nod as he left the Prince’s room.
Hoseok rose from his place on the settee and stretched his arms out at his sides as he walked into the Prince’s bed chamber. He sat in the seat beside the Prince and kicked his feet up on the edge of the bed. He stared at the Prince’s face and rolled his eyes as he pushed his hair away from his face. Since Hoseok’s only duty was to watch the Prince, he allowed for his hair to be down for the time being. “They act like you are dead. You know that, right?” Hoseok spoke out loud as he held out his hand and examined his nails. They were starting to get a little too long for his liking.
“War preparations with the western nation are going well according to what Seokjin has told me. The second and third Prince of Escistan will lead the army with their commander to back them up.” Hoseok kept talking while he pulled a jade tipped nail file from his pocket. “I believe we are sending five hundred soldiers with the envoy back to Escistan. I found out today that Aga will not be going back, he is to stay with the Princess.”
Hoseok finished talking and started to file his nails in silence. He started to hum a tune from his childhood and rocked his foot back and forth.
“What do you think the Princess is doing? I heard there was a big commotion in her chambers the other morning. They are keeping it hush, hush for now as to why…do you think it has anything to do with Agust?” Hoseok glanced at the Prince as he paused in filing his nails. “Seeing how that imbecilic dragon growled at her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she went into shock. Can you imagine? A dragon growling at one of the great Impundulu…I’m surprised she didn’t smite you where you stood.”
A knock at the door drew Hoseok’s attention and he kicked his feet off the Prince’s bed before he stood. He walked over to the door and opened it with a blank face. Mingi stood in front of him and Hoseok raised an eyebrow before he stepped aside and let the younger man inside the Prince’s chambers. Hoseok led Mingi to the sitting area and offered the younger man a drink to which Mingi refused. Hoseok sat down across from Mingi and leaned back against the couch; his leg spread wide as he draped his arms over the back of the settee.
He was a picture of leisure in his light blue button down shirt that was tucked into black high waisted trousers with an adjustable double silver buckle on the side. Mingi eyed Hoseok silently and lent back as well. His own outfit was less relaxed as he wore the standard soldier issued uniform of a black and red hanbok with his sword at his hip.
“So?” Hoseok questioned.
“The Princess-”
Hoseok held up his hand and cut Mingi off. “While I have you here. What do you think the Princess smells like?”
“Excuse me?”
“The Princess. What does she smell like?”
Mingi scratched the back of his neck and thought about it. “Mint and honey…why?”
“Humm? Oh, I was just wondering. I overheard a conversation, and it got me thinking.” Hoseok waved off Mingi’s question as he bounced his foot against the floor and grinned. “Anyway, you were saying?”
Mingi cleared his throat and rested his hands on his thighs. “I was unable to report yesterday due to the Princess entering her cycle.”
Hoseok lurched forward and rested his hand against the table between them.
“Her cycle, huh?” Hoseok licked his lips and slapped the table. “I knew it. Agust did stress the poor girl out.”
“What does her cycle have to do with stress?” The confusion was clear on Mingi’s face and Hoseok reminded himself that it wasn’t common knowledge for those under him to know more about the Princess.
“The Princess had her cycle right before she traveled across the sea. Her next cycle is not due for another fortnight. If Agust’s behavior pushed the Princess into an early cycle, I can only imagine what will happen once-”
Mingi jumped to his feet and Hoseok screeched something ungodly as he glared at the younger man as he jolted in his seat.
“Your Highness!” Mingi dropped into a bow and Hoseok’s head whipped around to see that Prince Yoongi was indeed standing in the doorway of the room. His eyes were back to their shiny black and there were no extra scales around his neck or face.
“I put the Princess into an early cycle?” Prince Yoongi had a pout on his lips and Hoseok winced as he stood, he forgot how much the young Prince could look like a child at times. “I-Is she okay? Does she need anything? Want anything?”
“Yoongi-”
“Take me to her!” Prince Yoongi demanded, and Hoseok pursed his lips while Mingi bit his.
“You know you can’t do that right now.” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side. “You know what you can do?”
Prince Yoongi looked between the two guards and shook his head as his pout deepened.
“You can relax in the bath and wash your royal -”
“Captain!” Mingi choked on his words and Hoseok laughed while Yoongi frowned.
“What? Are you telling me he doesn’t smell like dead leaves?”
Mingi shook his head and bowed low, “Forgive me, your Highness. I must take my leave.” Mingi straightened himself and rushed out of the room. He did not want to catch the Prince’s rage.
“Honestly, Yoongi. Can’t you smell yourself?” Hoseok pinched his nose between his fingers and gagged. “It’s not how a young man of your standing should smell.”
“Silence!” Yoongi grumbled and shuffled towards the bathing room. “I want my table filled with meat by the time I finish!” Yoongi snapped in a huff and a puff of black smoke trailed behind him.
“Right away, your Highness!” Hoseok saluted Yoongi as he disappeared into the bathing room and Hoseok was quick to call for the Prince’s attendants. He sent one to tell the chef to make a meal of honey glazed rabbit, braised venison, beef ribs and egg stir fry. The Prince wanted meat and Hoseok made sure that’s what he got and more.
While the attendants handled the Prince, Hoseok crept out the window and whistled for the black eagle. As the large bird rested on his forearm, he tickled under its chin and spoke, “Inform her Majesty that the Prince has awaken and there are no signs of Agust at the present.”
As the eagle took off, Hoseok noticed Minho as he walked by and waved. Minho bowed and Hoseok called out his name as he waved him over. Minho walked over with his hands behind his back and Hoseok grinned wide as he clapped Minho on his shoulder.
“How is the patrol? You’re a little ways away from the Princess.”
“Aga dismissed me for a break.”
“How kind of him…I have a question for you, Minho.”
Minho watched Hoseok silently, his eyes large and round. “Yes?”
“What does the Princess smell like to you?”
“What?”
Hoseok giggled as he tightened his hold on Minho’s shoulder and made the older man wince. “Must I repeat myself?”
Minho’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat. “She smells like mint, but I think it’s from her hair…sir.”
“Very good! Wonderful, thank you for answering my question.” Hoseok released Minho’s shoulder and pushed him away. “Back to your post. Break’s over.”
Minho bowed and hurried away from Hoseok’s watchful eyes. Hoseok sighed and shook his head, “I’ll have to keep an eye on that one.” He muttered to himself and jumped through the window back into the Prince’s chambers.
Hoseok plopped himself down on the settee and watched as attendants rushed about to get everything ready for the Prince. His garbs were laid out, hair products situated on top of the vanity and Hoseok sighed. He knew once the Prince emerged from his bath, he would not want to get dressed up only for him to stay within his chamber walls. Rolling his shoulders, Hoseok pulled his jade tipped file from his pocket once again and went about shortening his nails in silence while he waited for the Prince.
A knock at the main door made Hoseok pause and he rose to his feet as an attendant opened the door. Hoseok slipped his nail file back into his pocket and bowed low as the Empress stepped into the room. Her robes were just as bright as the Emperor’s, reds and golds that seemed to reflect every light source in the room.
The Empress’s dark eyes looked around the room and Hoseok stood up right before he answered the silent question.
“His Highness is currently bathing. Would you care to join him for dinner, your Majesty?”
Empress Eunkyung smiled, her eyes creased and burned bright, shiny with unshed tears. She quickly blinked them away and cleared her throat before she walked farther into the room. Hoseok offered the Empress the settee across from him and she refused. Hoseok watched as the Empress frowned at the hanbok that was placed out for the Prince to wear.
“This will not do. The Crown Prince is to wear a kimono, either kinagashi or haori nagashi.”
The words were spoken loud enough for the attendants in the room to hear and they hurried to switch out the Prince’s attire. The Empress’ attention was on Hoseok as the two sat across from each other, the Empress with her back facing the bathing chambers to give the Prince his privacy whenever he emerged from the steaming room.
“Have you called for his meal?”
“Yes, your Majesty. His Highness requested meat-”
“You requested sides as well, correct?”
Hoseok smiled that perfect heart shape that not many were familiar with as he nodded his head. “Seasoned soybeans sprouts, spicy cucumber salad, braised potatoes, tteokbokki, kimchi, green beans and rice.” Hoseok easily rattled off the side dishes of tonight's dinner and the Empress nodded her head, pleased that her son was taking care of.
“Add sundubu-jjigae to that list. Yoongi always craves soft tofu whenever Agust settled down. Be sure to add venison or quail to the soup.”
Hoseok locked eyes with an attendant nearby and nodded his head. The attendant hurried out of the room to relay the message to the kitchen staff.
“I will take my leave once Yoongi is dressed.”
Hoseok didn’t respond to the Empress’ words and glanced towards the bathing chambers. He wondered if Prince Yoongi could feel his mother’s presence or if he was too lost in himself to notice. As the thought crossed his mind, the door to the bathing chamber opened and Hoseok watched as the Prince exited with a thin vapor of steam around him.
“Mother…what do I owe this visit?” Prince Yoongi’s looked tired, dark circles lined his eyes and Hoseok frowned. The bath was meant to relax the young Prince, not cause him more fatigue.
“Dress, my son. Then we can converse.”
The Prince’s cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink as he stood bare as the day he was born in the distance behind his mother.
“Right…excuse me, mother.”
The Prince was followed into his chambers by three attendants and he stood in the middle of the room silently. They moved around him and Prince Yoongi felt like the world was running too fast. He blinked once and a very dark - mostly black - blue and desaturated dark cyan brocaded kimono was wrapped around his body loosely. His chest was visible from the deep v opening that stopped above his navel due to the dark cyan obi tied around his waist. The Prince blinked again and he was seated in front of his vanity, his long blonde hair held in two sets of hands that brushed the strands carefully. When the Prince blinked again, he was sitting in front of Her Majesty, the Empress while his guard, Hoseok stood off to the side.
“How are you feeling?”
Prince Yoongi blinked, his black eyes drank in the light that reflected off his mother’s rose red robes and his lips turned downward. His thoughts floated around his head, muddled and unclear. Prince Yoongi felt unsure of how to answer his mother. Just moments before he had a clear mind and was determined to see the Princess and now…now he just felt lost.
The Empress’ eyes softened as she watched her son. His eyes were glazed and the pout on his lip resembled that of his childhood. She stood from her seat and crossed the short space between them as she sat beside him. Her arms reached out and she pulled the Prince’s head into her chest, wordlessly she started to smooth her hand over his hair and started to purr softly. The rumbling in her chest was like an earthquake, it shifted and moved the Prince’s thoughts. Everything in the Prince’s mind collapsed under the vibrations that echoed against his skull. His eyes closed and he leaned more into his mother’s touch.
When was the last time his mother had held him like this? Prince Yoongi couldn’t answer that question and his eyes stung behind closed lids. The broken down thoughts slowly start to build back up, piece by piece as Prince Yoongi allowed himself to be cuddled by his mother. Empress Min said nothing as she watched the hatchling in her arms come back to his senses. It was rare for Agust to take over but when he did the aftermath was could go two ways. The Prince was unable to control his emotions yet alone form a single proper thought or he would be his normal self, with no signs of Agust’s control. That is why the Empress came to his room once she received the news that he was awake.
Prince Yoongi slowly pulled away from his mother and cleared his throat as he ran a hand through his hair. The Empress stared at him with gentle eyes and when they flashed gold, a sudden chirp ripped from the Prince’s throat before he knew it. Empress Min smiled and cupped the Prince’s face in her hands. Her claws indented against the Prince’s flesh lightly and she kissed his forehead.
“Feel better, my son?”
Prince Yoongi nodded his head, unable to speak properly since his cheeks were smooshed in his mother’s hands. The Empress released the Prince’s face and patted his knee as a knock at the door called for their attention. Hoseok watched as an attendant opened the door and more people came into the room with trays and carts of food.
The Empress rose to her feet and held her head high. “Eat well and enjoy your meal. Rest for now and leave things to your father and I.”
The Prince bowed his head slightly and the Empress smirked. “You are forbidden to see the Princess until her cycle has passed.”
“Mother-”
The Empress raised an eyebrow and the Prince bit his tongue.
“You are to seek the aid of Seokjin in your duties. I expect a full and finished report at the end of each day.” The Empress flashed her fangs as she smiled at her son. “Do I make myself clear?”
The Prince nodded his head and resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the smug look in his mother’s eyes. He knew that this was for the Princess’s safety, but it was also a punishment for Agust. The Empress took her leave as everyone bowed before her and the Prince tucked his hair behind his ears. As the table for his meal was set, Prince Yoongi glanced at Hoseok and glared. He knew that the man had something to do with the Empress’s sudden visit to his room.
Hoseok smiled at the Prince and waited until everyone cleared the room before he sat across from his friend. They ate in silence and just stared at each other; Hoseok smirked to himself as the Prince refused to be the first one to speak.
Hoseok swallowed down his bite of kimchi and licked his lips. “I will have Mingi give daily reports on the Princess’ overall health. If it is to your liking, your Highness, maybe we could spend lunch by the koi pond.” Hoseok sipped at his drink before he spoke again. “I will not outright ignore her Majesty's orders. You are not above her.”
Yoongi glared at Hoseok and Hoseok huffed a laugh.
“Yet, my Highness. You are not above her yet,” Hoseok cleared his throat and leaned back in the settee before he spoke. “You will need the sun’s warmth to counteract the aftereffects of being inside for so long.”
“I wasn’t out that long.”
“You didn’t move for two days, almost three.”
Prince Yoongi sighed and looked at the sinking sun, night seemed to be falling fast and he felt at a loss.
“I would like to visit the koi pond before dark.” Prince Yoongi popped a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed as he looked out the window. “Let us visit the seventh garden while we’re out.”
Hoseok said nothing as he continued to eat and the Prince smiled faintly. The Princess’ final welcoming gift would be almost finished and the Prince wanted to see the progress since he was unable to for the last two days.
In the seventh garden, Namjoon stood with a clipboard in his hand as he took inventory of everything that was inside the butterfly house. He wore a hanfu today, a cream cross collared shirt that had a dark brown neckline and tucked into a white skirt with a tan and brown tree design down the center. A thick dark brown belt was wrapped around his waist with a clemati carved into the metal plate. He wore an open cross collared jacket in a lighter shade of brown over top that had dark brown vines and branches stitched along the wide shoulders. The outfit was very simple and relaxed.
Namjoon was surprised, he knew that the butterfly house was vacant, but he did not know that it was vacant long before the Prince ordered for the seventh garden to be built. The butterfly house was a small hanok that housed servants at some point. The land around the hanok was massive and it gave Namjoon more than enough room to build a proper home for the Princess. He may have had only a week to get it done but Namjoon was sure that with the help of a few magic stones and gems he could accomplish this large task in time.
As Namjoon counted the unbroken dishes, he felt the air around him thicken. He looked up from his clipboard and his eyes widened when he saw that a few men were trying and succeeding in ripping out one of the older mongolian oak trees from the ground.
“Stop!” Namjoon shouted as he dropped his clipboard. “Stop it!” Namjoon ran across the field as he shouted at the men. Not that tree, it was gifted to the Min’s a few hundred years ago. As Namjoon got closer to the men, they backed away from the tree and Namjoon watched in horror as the massive tree crashed to the ground. The air around him was too thick, it felt like someone was sucking the oxygen from his lungs; Namjoon felt ill.
Namjoon took clumsy steps forward and crashed to the ground in front of the large oak tree on his knees. The sleeves of his brown robe matched the dirt beneath him as pain spread through his legs fast and sharp and settled deep in his bones. Namjoon reached out and placed his hand on the tree, the bark flaked as thick black tar oozed from every visible cut.
Something inside, deep, deep inside of Namjoon broke as he watched the tree slowly die in front of him. The leaves had started to turn grey and crumble to the ground, small piles of ash littered the space where each leaf fell. Tears welled in Namjoon’s eyes, and he silently dismissed everyone for the rest of the day. Alone, Namjoon rested his other hand on the tree, and he cried. Such beauty, gone in an instant thanks to pure ignorance.
“Forgive me…I was too late. Rest easy, old friend.”
The tree had been a dear friend to Namjoon. It was his very own castle, his pirate ship, shelter from a storm and everything in between. Memories of his childhood spent under the tree and high in its strong branches flooded Namjoon’s mind and he cried harder. He truly loved nature, his father was the royal gardener, and it wasn’t expected of Namjoon to take his place. Namjoon could have had any job, but he chose to take over after his father. The green and colorful world within the palace walls called his name so loud, he heard it in his sleep ever since he was a child.
The flowers sang him lullabies at night long after his parents went to bed and the sargent’s cherry tree outside his window always wished him a good morning when his eyes fluttered open. Namjoon was loved by nature, and he loved it just as strongly in return. A pinprick of a splinter dug into Namjoon’s left ring finger, and he pulled his hands away from the tree with a cry. He looked at his finger, eyes squinted as he tried to find the piece of wood. Namjoon shoved his finger into his mouth and sucked harshly to try and pull the splinter from his finger. He wasn’t sure if it worked or not. As he stood from the ground, Namjoon sighed and pulled an indigo umbessium stone; a burn stone as most called it, from the pouch on his hip. The purplish blue stone was no bigger than a lemon with an emerald cut, its ridges were smoothed down to hold comfortably in his hand.
Namjoon muttered a quiet prayer for the tree in front of him and set the burn stone on the tree. A dim blue light flashed before the tree started to slowly be engulfed in indigo flames. There was no heat as the tree burned to ash and Namjoon picked the gem up before he put it back into his pouch at his hip. His ringer finger throbbed, and he shook it out, he would need to remember to put a balm on it later to keep infection away. Namjoon took a deep breath and wiped at his face before he went back to the butterfly house and picked up his clipboard. He jumped right back into taking inventory and wrote a few notes on what he would like to do with the butterfly house.
As he walked around the open land, he envisioned a small estate that the Princess could call her own and come back to whenever she visited the palace. Namjoon smiled. He had decided the butterfly house would be reconstructed into something worthy to be called the Princess’s home. Namjoon took his leave and searched for the royal builder before it got to be too late. He needed blueprints of the butterfly house and wanted to know just how much land was attached to the name. Namjoon had large plans for the butterfly house, and he would need help. He wondered if he could recruit a few guards for heavy labor.
As Namjoon walked farther into the palace, he was surprised to see the Prince and Hoseok heading his way. Namjoon bowed his head and smiled wide at the Prince as he spoke, “I am glad to see you awake, my Highness.”
Prince Yoongi nodded his head and squinted his eyes at the man in front of him. “Were you crying?”
Hoseok raised an eyebrow at the Prince’s question and he tilted his head as he looked over Namjoon’s dirty robes and red tinted eyes. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck and heaved a large sigh as he shrugged his shoulders.
“It is nothing to worry about-”
“If it hurt you enough to cry, it is something to worry about Joon.” Hoseok cracked his knuckles and the Prince’s fingernails started to grow in length.
Namjoon shook his head and quickly held up his hands to stop his two friends from overreacting. “I promise you it was nothing physically done to my being.” Namjoon kicked at the ground with the toe of his shoe as his cheeks tinted in embarrassment.
“What happened, Namjoon?” The Prince asked and Namjoon lowered his hand to his sides.
“The old Mongolian oak that we used to play on…the workers uprooted it.”
“Old Monie?!” Hoseok’s eyes widened at the news. That Mongolian oak tree was a gift from generations past.
“I was unable to save it, the damage was too great-”
“There is no shame in crying over that loss,” Prince Yoongi placed a hand Namjoon on his shoulder as he spoke, “Old Monie was with us throughout our childhood. It is only right to grieve such a great memory.”
Namjoon smiled softly at the Prince’s words and cleared his throat. “I was thinking of planting a ginkgo tree or a small patch of snapdragons and rock cress to fill the space.”
“It is the perfect location for another pound, it’s in between the butterfly house and the seventh garden.” Hoseok offered as he shared a look with Namjoon.
“We were on our way to the seventh garden to check on its progress.”
Namjoon fought the urge to glance at Hoseok at the Prince’s words and started to talk with his hand. “W-Well the garden is coming along nicely. I do believe that it will be finished in another day which is perfect since that will give me extra hands to help me with-”
“Oh!” Hoseok quickly interrupted Namjoon and stepped in front of the Prince. “I just remembered, your Highness. Seokjin had requested your presence when you awoke from your slumber. There is something he wishes to speak about with you.”
“Seokjin has requested me?” Prince Yoongi asked, and Hoseok nodded his head.
“I apologize it slipped my mind in light of you waking up and requesting to go outside.”
“I must take my leave, your Highness. I have business to attend to.” Namjoon bowed and hurried off while Hoseok glared at him.
Prince Yoongi looked towards the seventh garden and clicked his tongue. “Well, I suppose we must answer Seokjin if he has asked for me. I have kept our friend waiting long enough.”
“I’m sure Seokjin will appreciate you coming to see him right away.” Hoseok motioned for the Prince to walk ahead and the Prince eyed Hoseok with a raised eyebrow. “I have heard enough of Seokjin’s complaints.”
Prince Yoongi scoffed at Hoseok’s words and turned on his heel. “I would be amazed if Seokjin didn’t have any complaints.”
Together, Hoseok and the Prince headed towards Seokjin’s workroom and Hoseok silently apologized to the older man for pulling him into a lie. It was for the sake of the Princess and the Prince alike. If the Prince would have found out about The Princess being moved into the butterfly house too soon, the Prince could have been pushed into another state where Agust could have taken over.
#blackthorn ch 5#min yoongi fic#bts fantasy au#empror yoongi#dragon yoongi#bts soulmate au#soc yoongi
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Chay La Lou
The Burden is Heavy
Song: Ke M Pa Sote by Boukman Eksperyans
Sometimes I remember that Andrico exists in the Arcana universe and he used to be a general
It was always in the darkest hours when his only company was his musket and whatever ghosts decided to drop by (fallen soldiers, Augustine dissenters, innocent people and the like) that Andrico remembers he wanted to be an herbalist.
He planned on staying in Leogâne, far from the bustle of city life. He could open up his own small pharmacy like Granpa Joseph did. Have a garden. He could probably even have his own mango tree. But he learned quite young–
(He was 12 years old. He muffled the cries of his baby brother Yousef against his shoulder, praying the soldiers didn’t hear him. He kept his eyes trained ahead, making sure his four other siblings were in sight as they snuck through alleyways. He strained to hear his parents’ footsteps behind him over the jeering soldiers and the sounds of their burning home, always behind because timoun devan, children in front, children where we can see them but what happens to children when there is no one to watch them and who was watching over his parents and and and…)
–life rarely goes according to plan.
Andrico took on the mantle of General El-Saieh with little fuss. He took it not because he was the most experienced or the most cunning or even the most talented. But because after the death of General Boukman (“Strung up like a pig for slaughter,” he heard whispered in the camp), he was the only one left who was willing. He was the only one left who was foolish enough to try.
He was 19.
A child soldier they called him. Though he hadn’t felt like a child in years despite his parents’ best efforts. He didn’t feel like a child when he yelled out orders. He didn’t feel like a child when the ghosts of the innocents, his men, even General Boukman himself screamed at him to “AVANSE!” to advance! To never stop! To win! To–!
He certainly didn’t feel like a child holding a machete to Marlin Augustine’s, the Tyrant and Ayiti’s One “True” Leader’s, neck.
“And what do you hope to gain boy?” Augustine spat, face contorted into a snarl as Andrico pulled his head back.
The war had brought itself to Augustine’s palace and the fight to his bedroom balcony. In the courtyard below them Andrico could see his men fight amongst the ghosts. They still screamed at him.
AVANCE!
“Is it money? Fame?” Augustine continued. “I could give those things to you! I could fulfill your wildest dreams!”
Despite the snarl, Andrico could see the desperation in his eyes. The demands of the ghosts grew louder.
AVANCE!
Andrico could feel the sting of tears behind his eyes.
“All I wanted was to be an herbalist,” he replied with a crack in his voice.
It was not a clean cut.
He was 21.
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Finally got through cracking all of those almonds and had such a great experience doing it it. @essenseofyi and I started cracking and slowly but surely, we had a group of community members, mostly older folks, joining in with rocks and sharing memories of their childhood. So when I made the tablèt zanman (almond brittle) last night, I made one giant tablèt that I went around to share with everyone to symbolize how each and everyone of our community members often come together to accomplish great things. . Finalman, nou resi fin fann tout zanmann nou te rekòlte yo e Mwen jwen yon bèl eksperyans nan fè li. @essenseofyi ak mwen te kòmanse fanm zanman yo epi tou dousman, nou te gen yon gwoup manm nan kominote a, sitou moun ki pi gran, konmanse ede nou ak wòch pandan y’ap pataje sites lè yo te timoun. Kidonk, lè m te fè tablèt la yè swa, mwen te fè yon tablèt jeyan pou’m k pataje ak tout moun pou senbolize ki jan chak grenn moun nan kominote nou an souvan reyini ansanm pou akonpli gwo bagay. . #growninhaiti #community #konbit #haiti #ayiti #caribbeanalmonds #almondbrittle #snacks #bettertogether https://www.instagram.com/p/ClykPlfOHeo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Listen to حسن عبد المجيد - حميد الشاعري - عيونك امهات وبيوت by Timoun Mounirian on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/hHLnU
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Bio/Bibliographie de l'écrivain
Roger Valy-Plaisant
Biochimiste de formation
Diplomé d’Etudes Approfondies de Biologie et de Physiologie de l’Université de Poitiers
Professeur agrégé de Sciences de la Vie et de la Terre à la retraite
Poète et Ecrivain en français et en créole :
L’espoir grimaçant (poèmes)
Ed. Saint-Germain-des-Prés, 1975
Soukwé jouk (Théâtre), chez Pauloby
Ed. compte d’auteur, 1979
Lèt-la 1981
Jédi, 1981
Ed. Nouveau bureau d’édition, Paris
Les chanteurs de l’espoir (Théâtre)
Adaptation de Soukwé Jouk en Français
Ed. NBE, 1982, puis Ed. GPP 2002
Louké, (Krèy istwa kout), en créole guadeloupéen
Ed. AKPK, 1984, puis Ed. La plume 2000, puis Ed.Jasor 2016
Gyanpo (kont é istwa kout) en créole Guadeloupéen,
Ed Jasor 2001
Pas de saison pour les grenades, roman
Ed.Jasor 2006
Pòyò é kakadò, rakontaj an tan timoun (Biographie en créole guadeloupéen) Ed. JePublie, 2008.
Palavirés, contre les violences faites aux femmes
Ed. JePublie 2011
Encres (poèmes)
Ed. JePublie, 2015
Kont a Yè pou Jòdi, (contes en créole guadeloupéen)
Ed. Nègmawon, Guadeloupe, 2022
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ESKE APRANTISAJ ELEV NAN DIMON KAPAB FET NAN ESTRES AK GRANGOU …
Par Jean-Marie Mondésir
Pwoveb ayisyen yo aprann nou bel leson lavi tankou : « chen grangou pa jwe » e genyen lot ki di « sa k vid pa kanpe ». Nou konprann nan konteks sosyoekonomik difisil peyi dayiti a yon elev ki al lekol grangou pa gen konsantrasyon pou aprann e si genyen lapli k ap tonbe sou tet li nan sal klas la se yon lot pwoblem ki vin deranje predispozisyon kapasite aprantisaj li.
Tout edikate, anseyan e pwofese konprann yon elev bezwen yon bon anvironnman estab ki pou fasilite aprantisaj li. Si gen vyolans lakay li ki kreye estres ak grangou nan vant e fatig san konte imilyasyon sibi akoz devwa ki pa fet; sityasyon sa pa pemet yon elev ki pa gen okenn paran ki konn li ak ekri ap renmen rete lekol. Wol lekol se pemet yon jenn aprann nouvel konesans k ap ede l vin yon sitwayen onet e responsab k ap kontribye nan devlopman kominote li.
Avantaj yon moun ki edike li pa mete timoun sou late san reflechi e li toujou chache limite nesans pitit li. Li chache pwoteje anvironnman, li pa koute pye bwa sou teren agrikol yo. Li aksepte kontribye nan devlopman kominote l epi li toujou pre pou ankouraje lot vanse pi devan. Yon moun edike kote paran li aprann kek vale fondamantal (pataj, antred, solidarite, travay an ekip) pa egoyis, li renmen pwogre epi li toujou disponib pou travay ak lot pou pwoteje sous dlo ak teren agrikol andeyo yo. Nan sans sa li bon pou moun ki konprann enpotans wol ak fonksyon lekol mete ak lot pou fe solidarite yon mannye pou boujonnen lespwa pou fanmi an difikilte yo.
Sitwayen ki angaje nan devlopman kominote peyizan yo dwe pran tan reflechi sou pwoblematik sa yo ki anpeche yon jenn nan milye defavorize yo evolye nan domenn edikasyon. Pou sa ki konsene aprantisaj Jenn nan kolektivite Dimon, li enpotan pou n ankouraje jenn ki frekante yon etablisman piblik jwenn akonpayman sitwayen bon volonte pou soutni jenn yo kontinye aprann pou yo kapab prepare avni yo.
Kolektivite Dimon genyen twa etablisman piblik k ap fome jenn elev pou yon demen miyo. Ekol nasyonal sa yo se pwopriyete kominote kote yo tabli. Nou konnen byen paran yo pa gen mwayen pou sipote elev ki gen difikilte aprantisaj akoz mank resous nan lekol la ki pa pemet li pwogrese pou li kapab amelyore kondisyon lavi fanmi li. Nou rete kwe chak sitwayen ki konn vale edikasyon dwe travay ak lot pou mete bonjan kondisyon pou ankouraje jenn elev yo aprann yon metye ki kapab ede yo jwenn otonomi finansye yo nan entere devlopman kominote lakay.
Nou konprann sitwayen ki deklare se wol Leta pou li mete bonjan pwogram nan lekol yo pou pemet jenn yo aprann nouvel konesans. Reyalite milye peyizan yo demontre otorite yo pa sousye pou devlopman kominote riral yo. Anpil dirijan politik konnen peyizan yo ekziste selman nan peryod elektoral. Depi yo fin eli se entere pesonel yo al defann. Yo pa janm batay pou yon meye finansman nan depatman ni komin ak seksyon kominal yo.
Nou konnen kondisyon sosyoekonomik moun k ap viv andeyo yo difisil paske yo pa travay late menmjan tankou lontan. Anpil nan yo abandone elvaj ak pwodiksyon agrikol yo pou konsome pwodwi etranje. Si yo refize konsome pwodwi lokal tankou (mayi, veritab, manyok, patat, pitimi, pwa kongo ak pwa chous) nou dwe konprann pwodwi enpote tankou (diri, espagueti elatrye) koute anpil lajan pou achte yo. Nou kwe li nesese pou n ankouraje pwodiksyon agrikol nan kominote lakay pou pemet fanmi yo pran swen pitit yo san konte asistans gouvennmantal ak diaspora.
Nou pa rive konprann yon paran ap kale pitit chak ane epi li konte sou Leta ou diaspora pou voye lajan chak mwa pou l pran swen pitit li pou li. Pandansetan, li kontinye jwe bolet, bwe tafya epi parye lajan nan gage chakjou. Nou kwe fok oganizasyon lokal yo pran tan pou sansiblize paran iresponsab sa yo ki kontribye nan ogmante lamize nan milye peyizan yo. Kolektivite Dimon pa diferan nan konsta nou fe sou reyalite abitan kap viv andeyo peyi a. Legliz pwotestan, katolik, oganizasyon lokal yo, notab ak diaspora yo dwe travay an ekip pou sansiblize abitan k ap evolye nan kominote riral yo.
Nou rete kwe se nan solidarite ak tout akte lokal yo nan kolektivite Dimon nou ap rive konsyantize paran ki neglije voye pitit yo lekol pou ramase bonjan konesans k ap pemet yo amelyore kondisyon lavi fanmi yo. Nou dwe travay ansanm pou n chanje model edikasyon k ap fome jenn pou peyi etranje pou fome antreprene kay kreye djob pou ogmante ekonomi lokal seksyon kominal yo. Nou dwe kontribye pou n ankouraje jenn peyizan nou yo aprann yon metye ki kapab ede yo patisipe nan devlopman kominote yo, kreye aktivite ekonomik k ap pemet ogmante riches nan entere popilasyon lokal yo.
Lekol nasyonal nan kolektivite Dimon dwe repare kout ke kout pou pemet jenn elev yo kontinye aprann san ke sote nan yon anvironnman ki ensite aprantisaj nouvel konesans. Pandan nou ap mobilize fos diaspora Dimon an pou yo kontribye nan reparasyon twati lekol la e nou ankouraje tout jefo k ap fet pou pran bonjan mezi pwoteksyon lokal lekol nasyonal la pou anpeche lot moun vandalize etablisman piblik la. Chak sitwayen ki kwe nan devlopman lakay dwe angaje yo pou patisipe nan sovgad e pwoteksyon patrimwan sila nan entere popilasyon lokal la.
Jean-Marie Mondésir
Citoyen engagé de Dumont
Éditeur de portsalutmagazine.ca
PDG de Dumont Inter 103.1 FM
Radio-dumont.com
https://portsalutmagazine.wordpress.com/2024/10/26/eske-aprantisaj-elev-nan-dimon-kapab-fet-nan-grangou-ak-estres/
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Nan katye Solino, jodi vandredi 5 jiyè a, yon evènman trajik pase ki fè tout moun santi yo nan dezespwa ak kòlè. Yon timoun 10 lane pèdi lavi li anba men gwoup ki responsab siveyans katye a. Dapre temwen yo, pitit sa a te di yon bagay ki fè tout moun frisonnen anvan li te rale dènye souf li: li te di se chèf gang “Barbecue” ki te voye l. Lè timoun nan t ap fè wonn ant mache Peyan ak ri Bèjo, li…
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Οι Πρόσκοποι της Λέσβου τιμούν τους Προσκόπους που έπεσαν στο Αϊδίνι της Μικρασίας τον Ιούνιο του 1919 – Κυριακή 16 Ιουνίου
ΛΕΣΒΟΣ: Οι Πρόσκοποι της Λέσβου τιμούν φέτος, όπως κάνουν κάθε χρόνο εδώ και πολλά χρόνια, την ιστορική επέτειο μιας άγνωστης σημαντικής σελίδας της Ελληνικής ιστορίας με ιδιαίτερη την συμμετοχή των νέων σε αυτήν. Πρόκειται για την εκδήλωση για τους Προσκόπους που έπεσαν στο Αϊδίνι της Μικρασίας τον Ιούνιο του 1919 υπηρετώντας το συνάνθρωπο τους. Αλλά και για όλους τους Προσκόπους που έπεσαν στη διάρκεια της Μικρασιατικής Εκστρατείας και της Μικρασιατικής Καταστροφής του 1922. Η εκδήλωση θα πραγματοποιηθεί την ερχόμενη Κυριακή 16 Ιουνίου στις 11,30 το πρωί στο χώρο της Εστίας των Προσκόπων στο Μακρύ Γιαλό (Εστία 3ου Συστήματος Ναυτοπροσκόπων Μυτιλήνης). Ας σημειωθεί ότι στον αύλειο χώρο της Εστίας των Προσκόπων στο Μακρύ Γιαλό υπάρχει από τα τέλη της δεκαετίας του 1970, το μνημείο – σημείο αναφοράς στην προσφορά της Προσκοπικής Κίνησης δια των Ομάδων που δημιουργήθηκαν στους πληθυσμούς της Μικράς Ασίας την περίοδο 1919 – 1922 και ύστερα στην περίθαλψη των προσφύγων της Μικρασιατικής Καταστροφής. Τι έγινε στο Αιδίνι Τον Ιούνιο του 1919 στο Αϊδίνι λειτουργούσαν τρεις Προσκοπικές Ομάδες. Ο ελληνικός στρατός μόλις είχε απελευθερώσει την πόλη και είχε εγκαταστήσει μικρή στρατιωτική φρουρά. Στις 15 Ιουνίου 1919 πολυάριθμες ομάδες Τούρκων ανταρτών επιτέθηκαν εναντίον της φρουράς. Οι Πρόσκοποι της πόλης, ενήλικες και ανήλικοι, τιμώντας τη υπόσχεση τους «να εκτελούν το καθήκον τους», παρέμειναν στο πλευρό του φοβισμένου πληθυσμού και προσέφεραν κάθε λογής υπηρεσίες. Μετά την έξοδο της μικρής ελληνικής φρουράς, πραγματοποιήθηκαν απίστευτες αγριότητες. Όσοι Πρόσκοποι δεν σκοτώθηκαν ��ατά τις επιχειρήσεις, συνελήφθησαν και οδηγήθηκαν έξω από την πόλη, όπου και στις 17 – 18 Ιουνίου εκτελέστηκαν. Oι Πρόσκοποι της Λέσβου, τιμούν και φέτος τα παιδιά του Αϊδινίου, τα παιδιά της Μικρασίας… Όλους αυτούς που εκείνα τα δύσκολα χρόνια τίμησαν την προσκοπική τους υπόσχεση και βοήθησαν «κάθε άνθρωπο, σε κάθε περίσταση…» https://news-24.gr/proskopoi-tis-lesvou-timoun-tous-proskopous-pou-epesan-sto-aidini/
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You know, I’ve seen a lot of comparisons for the season finale of Loki season 2. But why hasn’t anyone pointed out the similarities to TiMoune from the musical once on this island? They both end up turned to trees for love!!! TiMoune is explicitly romantic love, while Loki is love of his friends and alternates and all that. His is a grander scale, but still. Plus, you can’t tell me Loki wouldn’t be a theater kid.
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🤲 - Elena (@infernal-blaze)
Send 🤲 to cradle my character's face in your muse's hands.
He's still giggling as her hands cradle his face.
"Manman, mwen pa yon timoun ankò."
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Remed pou grip pou timoun ki gen plus ke 1 an
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Finette Pierre Luc fèt 29 Novembre 1991 nan Latibonit. Salmis Finetee se 5kyèm pitit nan fanmi an ki gen 7 timoun. Finette Pierre gen pasyon pou mizik trè piti, depil te gen 8 tan. Finette Pierre marye depi 1 Septembre 2022. Finette deja soti plizyè mizik , kote anpil moun beni a travè chanson l yo. Jou ki enpotan pou li se “29 Novembre” . Media Zouti Levanjil ak Radio Divinité FM 99.7 –…
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Èske kreyòl ayisyen se yon lang?
Kreyòl ayisyen se yon lang inik ke yo pale anpil nan peyi Ayiti, yon nasyon nan karayib la ki twouve l nan pati lwès zile Ispànyola a. Li se lang ofisyèl nan peyi a ansanm avèk fransè. Kreyòl ayisyen se rezilta entèaksyon istwa ant esklav afriken, kolonizatè fransè, ak lòt enfliyans ewopeyen. Nan atik sa a, nou pral esplike orijin, karakteristik, ak stati lenguistik kreyòl ayisyen an pou nou ka detèmine si wi ou non li se yon lang tankou tout lang ki granmoun tèt li.
Orijin ak kontèks Istorik
Kreyòl ayisyen gen rasin li nan komès esklav transatlantik, ki te mennen esklav afriken kaptif nan koloni fransè nan Sen-Domeng (kounye a Ayiti) nan 17yèm ak 18yèm syèk yo. Lang lan te evolye kòm yon fason pou kominike ant esklav ki sòti nan diferan rejyon afriken ki te pale divès lang. Lè yo te fòse adapte tèt yo nan nouvo anviwónman yo, lang matènèl yo te vin fè melanj ak fransè ansanm ak lòt lang ewopeyen, ki mennen nan nesans Kreyòl ayisyen an.
Karakteristik lenguistik
Kreyòl ayisyen gen pwòp strikti gramatikal pa l ak yon pwòp vokabilè l ki diferan de lang afriken ak ewopeyen ki orijin li yo. Li baze prensipalman sou vokabilè fransè, men li enkòpore eleman nan lang afriken nan zòn Lwès Afrik, tankou lang espayòl ak anglè. Lang lan suiv lòd mo sijè-vèb-objè, epi vèb yo konjige pou eksprime tan, mod, ak aspè. Kontrèman ak fransè ak anglè, kreyòl ayisyen gen yon sistèm sonorite pi senp ak mwens son, ak yon sistèm ekri ki plis transparan. Se yon sistèm fonetik, kote ou ekri sa w tande a, prèske menm jan ak lang grèk oswa lang espayòl. Pou plis detay sou sijè a, gade atik sa a Fason pou w byen li e ekri kreyòl ayisyen.
Estati lang ak rekonesans
Deba sou stati lang kreyòl ayisyen an kòmanse lontan. Nan kòmansman, li te konsidere kòm yon dyalèk oswa yon fòm "moso" fransè pa lenguis yo ak nan je sosyete a an jeneral. Sepandan, rechèch lenguistik kontinyèlman montre ke kreyòl ayisyen satisfè tout kritè pou klasifye li kòm yon lang pou kont li, ki granmoun tèt li. Li gen gramè, vokabilè ak règ pou kominike. An reyalte, li se lang matènèl majorite ayisyen yo epi yo sèvi avè l nan lavi chak jou, nan literati, nan medya ak nan edikasyon.
Lang ofisyèl ak edikasyon
Kreyòl ayisyen jwenn rekonesans ofisyèl li ann Ayiti. Li tounen yon lang ofisyèl nan ane 1961, ansanm ak fransè, ki te sèl lang ofisyèl anvan sa. Rekonesans sa a te reprezante yon etap enpòtan nan pwojeksyon ak prezèvasyon kilti ak idantite ayisyen yo. Jodi a, kreyòl ayisyen se lang prensipal nan lekòl Ayiti yo, sa ki pèmèt timoun yo aprann epi kominike efikasman nan lang matènèl yo.
Enpòtans lenguistik ak enfliyans mondyal
Etid kreyòl ayisyen gen yon enpòtans lenguistik konsiderab. Devlopman li ilistre pwosesis konplèks kreyolizasyon an, kote yon nouvo lang parèt atravè melanj plizyè enfliyans lenguistik. Chèchè ak lenguis nan tout mond lan etidye kreyòl ayisyen pou pi byen konprann evolisyon lang, kontakt lenguistik ak fenomèn sosyolenguistik. Anplis, rekonesans li kòm lang remèt an kesyon prejije istòrik ak eritaj kolonyal ki te majinalize lang kreyòl yo nan favè lang ewopeyen yo.
Wi, kreyòl ayisyen se yon lang tankou tout lang!
Kreyòl ayisyen se san dout yon lang tout antye ki ka rele tèt li chè mèt, chè mètrès. Li gen yon richès kiltirèl lenguistik, li gen pwòp karakteristik li antanke lang epi li satisfè tout kritè pou li gen rekonesans kòm yon lang. Orijin istorik li yo, gramè li ki diferan, vokabilè ak stati ofisyèl li ann Ayiti, tout sa a kontribye nan enpòtans lenguistik li. Rekonesans kreyòl ayisyen kòm lang fè pwomosyon pou enklizyon, selebre divèsite kiltirèl epi mete an vale rezistans pèp ayisyen an nan prezèvasyon patrimwàn lenguistik lang lan. Read the full article
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6.26.23 Prompt(s):
What do you think is the most important thing you’ve done so far in your life? Why do you think it’s the most important?
• Kontinye edikasyon ak kontra lame se pi bagay enpòtan mwen te fè an lavi mwen an. Edikasyon ban m opòtinite pou fè plis kòb ak bon karyè, epitou li moutre bagay m pa t konnen an plizyè sijè tankou sikoloji jeneral ak timoun, syans, kominikasyon piblik, elatriye. Lame ban m nouvo ekspreyans, konpetans, kapasite, opòtinite, zanmi, elatriye.
What’s the best decision you’ve ever made? Did you almost make a different decision? What do you think would have happened if you hadn’t made it?
• Mwen te fè yon trè bon desizyon lè m te chwazi etidye nan inivèsitè lokal mwen an. Nan kòmansman, m te vle etidye nan inivèsitè pi lwen (nan nòd eta mwen) paske m te vle fè ekspreyans sof fanmi m. Si mwen t ap chwazi chwa diferan, m kwè mwen t ap gen plis dèt ak yon diplòm ki pa gen valè mwen t ap peye pou l.
What’s the best piece of advice you ever got?
• Pa janm “give up” menmsi mwen echwe.
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