#youn snow

[glescape]

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭-𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐜.𝐬)

Coriolanus Snow x district!fem!reader

Word count: 3,7k

Warnings: Power dynamic, stalking, threat, obsessive behaviour

summary: One apple a day keeps the doctor away, but not all troubles can vanish that way.

a/n: This is my first story! I hope I did good. Little warning I use ai to correct any grammar mistakes since english isn’t my first language. Let me know what y’all think! There’s always room for improvement.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 l 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

He walked his patrol like any other day as if nothing unusual had happened the day before. Even after it all unfolded, he remained confident. He knew a letter from the Capitol would come meaning he wouldn’t have to serve much longer. He has done his part, now they have to do theirs. As he patrolled, he paused, watching a young girl around his age talking to a market vendor. Nothing seemed off, except for her hand slipping down to take apples and stash them in her bag. She charmed the salesman with her gaze, pretending to listen to his rambling. Her movements were confident, as if she could do no wrong. How mistaken she was.

She smiled, ending the conversation and heading off in the opposite direction. He took a moment to study her. She wore a brown skirt layered alongside a short, tattered white dress, with a thin white cardigan on top. A green scarf held back her curls. He noted that her beauty could draw in any man, but that wasn’t why he’d paused. He was interested in her confidence as she stole in plain sight. Was she arrogant and reckless, or had she become so skilled she barely thought about it?

He glanced around and saw that no one else had noticed other than him. Spotting the green scarf in the crowd, he followed her. Once he got a hold of her he could bring her back to the market and let her endure the consequences of her actions. But it wouldn’t serve him in any way.

As he followed her through an alley, he noticed her walking faster after sensing his presence. He felt amusement but also annoyance for her. Did she really think she could escape him?

The moment she noticed him, it was almost by accident, a glimpse caught from the corner of her eye. She was weaving through the narrow, dimly lit streets, the weight of the day still clinging to her as she slipped between the sparse crowds.

“Wouldn’t want to be caught, would you?” His voice echoed through the alley once they were alone. It wasn’t a question, more of a statement that made her stop in her tracks. She looked back, pausing slightly at the sight of stark lines of his Peacekeeper's uniform, the blue fabric gleaming under the faint streetlights, contrasting sharply against the grit and grime of District 12. His piercing gaze held hers. What a shame. If she was in the Capitol, she could use her looks for far more than stealing. Such a waste of a pretty face he thought.

The jacket fit him with precise tailoring, each seam accentuating his tall, lean frame, giving him an imposing presence even in stillness. Its dark fabric clung to his shoulders, emphasizing his upright posture and adding to his air of controlled authority. His face was strikingly pale, almost ghostly in the dim light, making his features even more pronounced. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, scanned his surroundings with a calm but relentless intensity, as if he missed nothing. The slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth hinted at a quiet confidence, even a trace of amusement, as if he enjoyed the silent power he held. His expression was unreadable cool, distant, yet utterly focused, leaving an impression that this was a man who expected to be obeyed without question.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice uneasy as she realized the situation she found herself in. Alone in a dark alley with a peacemaker nonetheless.

“What am I going to do? Just decide how much trouble you’re worth.” His words sent a chill down her spine. Ignoring him, she tried to leave, only to halt again when his voice rang out.

“You don’t want to do that.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she froze, the words hanging in the air. She didn’t dare turn around at first, but the subtle shift in the tension was impossible to ignore. The way Snow’s voice, calm and assured, sliced through the silence made her feel as if every movement was being watched, calculated.

She finally faced him, her breath shallow, eyes betraying the mixture of fear and defiance that churned within her. “What do you want from me?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, the question escaping without her permission. She didn’t want to know, but she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

Snow took a slow step forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized her up. There was a cold precision to his movements, as if everything he did had a purpose. He didn’t rush, he didn’t need to. He already had her where he wanted her, at least for now.

“What I want from you,” he began, his voice smooth, like a snake coiling around her. “A homecooked dinner would be nice once in a while”

The way he spoke those words made her stomach tighten. She could feel the weight of them, the danger lacing each syllable, as if they were an offer and a warning wrapped into one. It sounded too innocent for her to believe that it was the only intention he had with her.

Her mouth went dry. “And what do you offer in return?” She barely recognised her own voice, it was so laced with hesitation, but it was too late to take it back now.

Snow’s lips quirked into a smile, but it wasn’t kind, there was nothing warm about it. “What I offer in return,” he said, his gaze piercing, “is security. You won’t have to worry about having to steal again, and you’ll never have to fear being hungry again.”

The offer hung there, almost too good to be true, but her instincts screamed that it was a trap, one she was already caught in, whether she realised it or not.

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. “And if I refuse?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt, trying to act like she had a say in this.

He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. His gaze never left hers. “What matters now is whether you’ll take this chance, or let it slip through your fingers. Refusing wouldn’t be a smart choice.”

Her heart raced, each beat a thunderous echo in her ears. The alley seemed to close in around her, the walls inching closer with every passing second. Snow's words hung in the air, a poisonous mist that threatened to suffocate her.

She tried to steady her breathing, to summon the confidence that had always been her shield. But it slipped away like sand through her fingers, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Snow's presence loomed over her, a shadow that seemed to dim the very light around them.

"I don’t-" The words stumbled from her lips, foreign and clumsy. She hated how small her voice sounded, how it betrayed her uncertainty. The usual fire in her eyes flickered, threatened by the icy calm of Snow's gaze.

He took another step closer, and she instinctively stepped back, her heel catching on an uneven cobblestone. She stumbled slightly, her composure cracking further. Snow's smile widened almost imperceptibly, like a predator sensing weakness in its prey.

"Time's ticking," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper but somehow filling the entire alley. "And with every second, your options... slim."

A chill ran down her spine, sharp and sudden like a blade of ice. She felt trapped, cornered not just by the physical walls of the alley but by the weight of Snow's words, the implications of his offer. The confidence that had carried her through countless thefts now seemed a distant memory, replaced by a gnawing fear that threatened to consume her.

Her options weren’t really great. If she said no she thought she would lose her life but saying yes felt like signing away her soul. Looking around she searched for something that might help her get out this goddam alley. The options weren’t great. Either try running away or try to take one of the pipes to protect herself. None of the options would end positive, she just knew.

The probability of her being fast enough to run away or to fight him off were almost nonexistent. His physique was far stronger than hers, his presence alone imposing as it filled the narrow space between them. Each step he took seemed to close the distance effortlessly. She could feel the weight of his gaze, unyielding and heavy, like a force she couldn’t escape. Her own body, feeling tense and fragile in comparison.

Her gut told her to get out somehow but she knew that wasn’t an option. All this just because she chose to steal some apples. Everything in her mind screamed that this wasn’t just about apples and some dinner. This felt more like a cat and mouse game.

The way he stared at her completely still, not moving his eyes away from her. The world went quiet for a moment as his piercing eyes seemed to hold her to the ground. Something was different about him than other men she met. Everything seemed violent about his presence but somehow he was so collected. There was no need to demand obedience, he expected it. And she hated that she’s given it to him already.

“What is the point in giving me a choice if I can’t choose?“ her voice was steady but also soft with a hint of suspicion. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of showing too much fear, but there was no mistaking the uncertainty in her eyes.

Snow paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her, almost amused by her attempt at control. His lips curled into a thin smile, and for a moment, there was a glimmer of something dark in his gaze.

He leaned in ever so slightly, closing the space between them with a subtle shift of his posture, making the moment feel even more intimate, as if he were confiding in her.

“It’s more an opportunity that I’m offering.“

Goosebumps arose on her skin as she felt his breath on the side of her face. It wasn’t just a opportunity. A fear arose in her chest, what would happen when she accepted? The silence stretched after his words but it didn’t seem to affect him at the slightest. Him not saying anything was just encouraging her to get this over with.

She held his gaze, her voice steady but carrying a hint of defiance. “You already know my answer.“

Her voice held a quiet determination that hinted she wasn’t as easily intimidated as he might have thought.

Snow tilted his head slightly, his expression sharpening as he absorbed her response. A shadow of a smirk played across his lips, a mixture of intrigue and amusement, as though her defiance had only deepened his interest. He studied her in silence, the intensity of his gaze making the air between them feel charged.

“Lead the way,” he murmured, each word deliberate, laced with a quiet authority that made it clear he wasn’t asking. “I’ll accompany you home.”

He gestured with a subtle wave of his hand, a show of politeness that was somehow more unsettling than reassuring. His eyes never left her as though he were both her escort and warden. His tone was low, controlled, making it clear that he would be by her side whether she wanted him there or not.

She looked at him, attempting a casual tone, though she knew it might fall flat under his piercing gaze.

„I have nothing at home to cook for you“ she said, hoping the simple statement would somehow deter him.

Snow raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as though her words had only entertained him. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” he replied smoothly, his tone calm yet edged with something almost playful. “I’m sure I’ll find the visit worthwhile.” Her mind raced as she second guessed his words. What would happen when she was alone with him in an closed room. The alley was already too much for her but being with him alone under a roof? That would get even more intense.

She started walking, leading the way as he told her to. As she started leading the way he walked next to her adjusting to her pace. Matching her steps perfectly. This felt too normal. Walking around at night while the crickets chirped in the background. And it would’ve been if it wasn’t for him.

she took the three steps up to her front door as she struggled with the key‘s for a second, the darkness in the night wasn’t making it easier for her.His presence weighing on her as he stood behind her.

The key finally slid into the lock with a soft click. She hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.Snow stood still behind her, his posture relaxed but undeniably attentive, as if waiting for her to make the next move. She pushed to door open and got in. While she turned around to him, he already had let himself in and brushed past her. She watched him and felt weird at the sight of him here. He seemed too big for her space. The uniform didn’t help with that.

“I didn’t invite you in,” she said, her voice quieter than she meant it to be.

A flicker of amusement crossed his features as he stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. Snow’s eyes moved slowly over her home, taking in every small detail, and finally settled back on her. “You live simply,” he observed, his voice carrying that familiar note of amusement. “It suits you.” He paused, his gaze sharpening. “Though I wonder how long you can keep it this way.” For a moment, she considered brushing it off, offering a sharp retort or forcing a casual laugh, but the weight of his gaze, his calm scrutiny, made her hesitate. His words were not just about her living conditions, they felt like a subtle threat, a reminder that whatever fragile peace she had built could crumble under the weight of his influence.

She felt a sudden tightness in her chest, his words striking like an uninvited invasion into the small space she had carved for herself. Her gaze briefly flickered around the room at the worn furniture, the cluttered counter, the untouched corners. His observation felt too intimate, as though he saw right through her carefully constructed life, exposing its fragility. There was no malice in his tone, but it didn’t matter. The implication was clear, and it sent a cold ripple of discomfort down her spine.

Snow’s gaze lingered for a moment longer on the surroundings before his eyes shifted back to her, his expression unreadable but piercing. “Do you live alone?” he asked, the question almost casual, yet there was something underlying in his tone that made it feel like a probe, as if he were gathering pieces to a puzzle only he could see.

The question hung in the air, and she felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. There was no reason for him to ask. It wasn’t the kind of detail that should matter. Yet, his presence here, his ever watchful eyes, made it feel like everything about her life was suddenly under his scrutiny.

She hesitated for a moment, her pulse quickening. “Why do you want to know?” she asked, her voice betraying the caution she tried to mask. Her fingers tightened around the doorframe as she shifted her weight slightly, instinctively wanting to create some space between them, but she knew it wouldn’t matter.

Snow’s lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile, his eyes never leaving hers. “Just curious,” he said softly, his voice smooth, but there was a chill to it that made her wonder whether he already knew more than he was letting on. “It’s always… telling, isn’t it?” His eyes drifted around the room again, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was reading her in ways she didn’t want him to.

Snow’s gaze remained steady as he spoke, his voice smooth and casual, but there was an underlying edge that made her stomach tighten. “I’ll pick you up at work tomorrow,” he said, as if it were a simple, everyday arrangement.

Her breath caught, and she instinctively took a half step back, her eyes narrowing as she processed his words. “How do you know where I work?” she asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it. Her tone was sharp, suspicion threading through her words, as she tried to keep the unease from showing in her voice.

Snow didn’t flinch as if her surprise was exactly what he’d been expecting. “I know more about you than you think,” he replied, his tone still that of casual amusement, but with something colder lurking beneath. “Information has a way of finding its way to me.” She felt a chill race up her spine, but she didn’t give in to the fear bubbling inside. Instead, she met his eyes, trying to hold her ground. “And if I don’t want you to pick me up?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt.

He shrugged nonchalantly, the smile never fading. “It’s not a request,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I’ll be there, whether you want me to be or not.”

Snow’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as though weighing her, as if deciding whether to say something more, but ultimately, he turned his attention to the door. He stepped back, the movement smooth and deliberate, like a predator leaving its prey but always keeping an eye on it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, his voice low but certain, the words hanging between them like a promise or a threat. There was a finality to them, as though he were marking his place in her life whether she liked it or not.

He didn’t wait for a response, his figure retreating into the shadows of the street as he stepped out into the cool night air. His movements were measured, effortless, as though everything he did was part of a plan only he could see.

She watched him go, the silence settling in after the door closed behind him, and for a long moment, the weight of his presence lingered in the room, even though he was no longer there. The feeling of being watched, of being known, clung to her like a second skin.

The echo of his footsteps faded, but his words, his promises, stayed with her, haunting her long after he disappeared into the dark.

Even after Snow had left, she couldn’t shake the unsettling sensation that clung to the air, as if his presence had seeped into the very walls of her home. The quiet that followed felt thick and heavy, almost oppressive, as if the space itself had been altered by his visit.

She glanced around the room, her gaze drifting over the small, familiar things her worn couch, the half finished cup of tea on the counter. But nothing seemed the same now. His absence didn’t bring relief. It brought an eerie stillness, a reminder that he had been here, that he knew this space, even if only for a moment.

Before she went to bed, she checked the door three times, her fingers grazing over the lock, turning it back and forth to be sure. She pulled the curtains closed, then checked again, making certain there wasn't a sliver of space left for anyone to see in. The room fell into complete darkness, but she could still feel his presence lingering as though he hadn't really left. It was an eerie sensation, one that made her heart beat faster even as she lay beneath her covers, staring at the ceiling.

Every time she closed her eyes, his face flashed before her. That calm, calculating gaze that seemed to pierce straight through her, as though he knew things about her that even she didn't know. She tried to shake it off, to ignore the shiver of curiosity and dread twisting through her mind, but the questions began pressing down, unyielding and relentless.

How did he know her? She had seen him only once before today, barely long enough to catch a name, and yet he seemed to know things such as where she worked. The realisation made her stomach churn. Had he been watching her before tonight? Had she simply never noticed the shadow that lingered in the background, that invisible thread weaving itself into the corners of her life?

And what did he truly want from her?

His words played over and over in her mind, each one carrying a weight she couldn't quite decipher. His tone had been laced with something she couldn't name, something cold and almost intimate. He'd made her feel as though she were walking a fine line, one wrong move away from consequences she didn't want to imagine.

She shifted restlessly, pulling the blankets tighter, though they did nothing to keep out the feeling of exposure.

Alone in the darkness, she was acutely aware of how vulnerable she was, how easily he'd managed to unnerve her, twisting her own mind against her. And yet, despite her fear, she felt a strange pull toward him, a desire to understand, even as it terrified her. As the minutes passed, she lay in silence, her thoughts circling back to that piercing gaze, that unreadable face, and the unsettling truth that, somehow, her life no longer felt like her own.

[enden-k]

Youn out here speaking the truth about Kaveh’s thighs 🙏 alhaiham looking like he’s about to chomp on those thighs. woke up and saw this blessed post ✨

(also why is mobile for tumblr being weird?? the text isn’t showing up unless you change the color to something other than white;;)

-snow fox anon

not only looking like it, he also did it AGAHSGXHCN

[yanderepuck]

It is your first winter in 19th century Paris and it's snowing! You bundle up, getting thick leggings on, and the warmest coat you have. You grab gloves and a scarf, and while putting on your hat you hurry outside to the garden.

You walk around the flowers. How has Vlad managed to keep flowers alive even in this winter? What kind of magic gardener is he?

While walking around the back of the castle you spot Charles and get an idea.

Giggling to yourself you pick up snow to form a snowball. Once you have it loosely packed you get a little closer and throw it at his back.

He jumps and you laugh. "Gotcha!" You start to make another snowball.

"What was that?" He tried to look around at his feet to see what you threw but sees nothing.

"It was a snowball, silly," you smile, holding another one in your hand.

"A snowball?" He looks at your hands.

"See?" You hold it out to show him. "Don't you want to have a snowball fight~"

Now he looks confused.

"Don't tell me that you never had a snowball fight when you were youn-" then you remembered that other kids wouldn't play with him when he was little. He didn't get to have normal childhood experiences. "Here," you get closer to place the snowball in his hand and take a few steps back.

"Throw it at me!" You spread your arms wide, making yourself a big target.

"Won't it hurt?" You shake your head. Charles looks down at it then at you. He hesitates but finally throws it.

It hits you right in the chest and falls apart, falling to the ground. You laugh and immediately start to make another snowball. Charles watches you before bending over to make one of his own. As he starts to stand you hit him with another one. He laughed this time and throws his at you.

You two run around the snow covered garden making snowballs and throwing them at each other. You go to throw another one but when you turn around Charles is right behind you. He puts his arms around you and pulls you close.

"I got you!" then gives you a kiss. You giggle, dropping the snowball and kissing him back.

You both decide to go back inside to warm up. Going to the kitchen Charles makes the two of you a cup of hot chocolate.

"I used to have snowball fights all the time when I was little. Every first big snowfall all the kids would go out and form teams and throw snow at each other," you smile as you recall the memory.

"I never got the chance to play in the snow," Charles sips his drink, sitting next to you on the couch of the living room.

You snuggle up next to him as you sip from your mug. "Not even with the kids in town?" He shakes his head. Either he had never seen them playing, or they don't come out much when there is a lot of snow. "It's so much fun!"

Charles puts his free arm around your waist to keep you close. He looks at the fire that is in front of you. "It was fun," he smiles. "Really cold though."

"The best part is coming back inside and sitting next to the fire with a cup of hot chocolate," you look up at him, giving him a big smile. He gives you a kiss and hums.

"Maybe we can get Docture and Viovide to join us next time," he sounds so excited to play like that again.

You caught softly and rest your head in his shoulder. "Good luck convincing them of that "

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[baronessblixen]

Candlelight Moments With You

Day six: candlelit snack

I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

Summary: Mulder and Scully have to stop at a motel for the night. They make the best of it. (one room, some fluff, some candy. Yes, real candy. Wc: 1,201

Tagging @today-in-fic

The weather - and he doesn't want to quote the classic Christmas song at all, but it's all too fitting - is dreadful. He doesn't know if their flight was canceled. With the phone lines down, there is no way to call the airline. With the snowstorm raging outside, however, he can't imagine a single plane taking off, no matter where it is going.

This is why they're stuck here. He's not entirely sure where 'here' even is. It had started with soft flurries that neither worried Mulder nor Scully. Then, almost out of nowhere, the snow was coming down heavily, making it impossible to see where they were driving. They were going so slow, they probably could have walked.

After what felt like hours, but was most likely not more than thirty minutes, a snowed-in neon sign came into sight. They exchanged a look and the decision was made. They parked their car in the parking lot and by the time they'd taken out their bags, it was already covered by a soft white blanket. They were lucky, too. The motel had one room left. It's drafty and basic, but better than being out in the storm.

At least it was until a few minutes ago when the power went out. Mulder turned on his flashlight and put it on a table like a candle. But of course, he hasn't changed the batteries in a while, and the light keeps flickering.

"Merry Christmas," Scully mutters, sitting on the bed in her pajamas.

"Technically," Mulder says, "it's not Christmas yet. We'll be back in time."

"You don't know that." She's right, of course. He can't know it. But he's Mulder and he wants to believe. Even if he can't get Scully home for Christmas Eve, he's determined to deliver her to her family on Christmas morning at the latest.

"And we'll soon be without light. It's only a matter of time until it will be freezing in here. We haven't even eaten." Scully's voice carries dejection in it and it hits Mulder straight in his heart. He can't bring the power back, or make the snow stop, but maybe there's something he can do.

"Will you be okay if I take the flashlight and go talk to the receptionist?" He points the light at her and she narrows her eyes.

"Sure," she says, crawling under the blanket, and getting comfortable. He can't tear his eyes away from her until she smiles softly, giving him a spark of hope.

It's a small motel, so there aren't many people here, but some are also seeking out the receptionist. A child is crying and Mulder makes a funny face, distracting it into a hiccupy laugh.

"We know that the power is out and no, we don't know when it will be back," the receptionist says in a monotone voice when it's Mulder's turn.

"I just wanted to ask for a few candles."

"We don't usually allow candles in our rooms."

"My partner and I are Federal Agents," Mulder says, flashing his badge. "We can handle it."

"Fine. But don't let the other guests know." Mulder grabs the two candles he's offered and stuffs them into his pockets.

"Do you sell any food?"

"Does this look like a restaurant, Mister? No, we don't."

"Thanks." Mulder stands in the lobby, his stomach grumbling. It's been hours since they last stopped to eat and he feels it. And he knows how Scully gets on an empty stomach.

"You don't happen to have a vending machine anywhere close, do you?" He returns to the receptionist, who rolls his eyes.

"We used to. But not anymore. You're on your own. Unless..."

"Unless what?" The receptionist's head disappears under the desk. When he comes back up, he's holding a bag of chips and another bag with heart-shaped fruit gum.

"I'm willing to sell you these."

"Sell? How much?" Mulder fishes out his wallet, figuring the guy would want five or maybe ten bucks for the snacks.

"$100." Mulder stares at the young man whose expression is steady.

"You're kidding."

"My mom gave me these. So $100 or no deal." Mulder checks his wallet, grumbling.

"I have $81 and some change."

"I'll take it."

Candles in his pockets, chips and fruit gum in hand, Mulder returns to his and Scully's motel room.

"Mulder?" she asks.

"Were you expecting someone else? Power is gonna be out for a while," he says. "But I have candles." He grins at her, her face unreadable in the shadows. He uses a matchstick to light the candles and the soft flickering plunges them into a soft light.

"Tada," Mulder says. "We have light. And I have food."

"You do?" Scully sits up in bed.

"Willing to share the bed?" he asks her, feeling surprisingly bashful. She scoots over and pats the space next to her.

"What did you bring?"

"Well, it was as expensive as a restaurant visit." Scully throws him a confused look. "But quality is more gas station." He hands the chips to her and she tears open the bag, digging in.

"Wow," he says, forgetting his own hunger. "You really were hungry, huh?" She just nods, taking the other bag out of his hands.

"Are these-"

"Hearts? Yeah."

"And they say romance is dead." He watches her - momentarily speechless - as she opens the bag of fruit gum too and stuffs two little hearts into her mouth.

"What did you mean these were expensive?" she asks as she offers him a heart. Their fingers meet as he takes it from her.

"The little shit demanded $100."

"Please tell me you didn't pay that."

"I paid $81," he admits. "Was all I had. You're worth it, too."

"Mulder, you're crazy," she says, licking her salt-peppered fingers.

"What else is new?" He chuckles. "I didn't want you to go hungry."

"Thank you." She looks at him, her eyes earnest. "I'm sorry for being... I know the snowstorm wasn't your fault. I'm just tired."

"And hungry," he adds, nudging her shoulder with his.

"And hungry," she confirms.

"I promise that I'll take you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner as soon as we can leave again."

"Mulder, are you asking me out on a date?" He stares at the heart-shaped fruit gum in his hand. She's long taken over his heart; it beats to the rhythm of his love for her.

"If you accept me," he says gently, offering him the heart. The one in his palm and the one in his chest.

"Mulder," she mumbles, taking the fruit gum. "You know, this almost is a date right here."

"Hm?"

"Candlelight," she says, "and food. Or something like it."

"I'd like to take you on a real date. One day."

"I'd like that, too. One day." She eats the fruit gum, her eyes remaining on his face. "You look like you're gonna faint. Eat something." She holds a chip up to his mouth and he accepts it, his lips closing over her finger. He can't tell what flavor the chips are, but he knows he wants more.

"More?" he asks in a whisper. She smiles at him and nods. But he doesn't get another chip. Instead, he gets a kiss.

[bookclub4m]

30 Recent Poetry Collections by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

This booklist features books from BIPOC poets published in the past three years.

Chrome Valley by Mahogany L. Browne

Feast by Ina Cariño

Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency by Chen Chen

Girls That Never Die: Poems by Safia Elhillo

Content Warning: Everything by Akwaeke Emezi

I Do Everything I'm Told by Megan Fernandes

Living Nations, Living Words: An Anthology of First Peoples Poetry edited by Joy Harjo

Song of my Softening by Omotara James

Spells, Wishes, and the Talking Dead / Mamaht́wisiwin, Pakos̊yimow, Nikihci-́niskot́ṕn : Poems by Wanda John-Kehewin

Burning Like Her Own Planet by Vandana Khanna

Phantom Pain Wings by Kim Hyesoon, translated by Don Mee Choi

Bianca by Eugenia Leigh

Finna by Nate Marshall

Slam Coalkan Performance Poetry: The Condor and the Eagle Meet edited by Jennifer Murrin

God Themselves by Jae Nichelle

You Are Only Just Beginning: Lessons for the Journey Ahead by Morgan Harper Nichols

I’m Always So Serious by Karisma Price

Homie by Danez Smith

Blood Snow by dg nanouk okpik

Promises of Gold/Promesas de Oro by José Olivarez with translation by David Ruano

That Was Now, This is Then by Vijay Seshadri

it was never going to be okay by jaye simpson

Dark Testament by Crystal Simone Smith

Unshuttered: Poems by Patricia Smith

Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls by Kai Cheng Thom

Femme in Public by Alok Vaid-Menon

Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong

Find Her. Keep Her. by Renaada Williams

Rupture Tense by Jenny Xie

From From by Monica Youn

[dex-zabeth]

Picture this: 5 year old Harry running into his parents room in the mornings, jumping onto their bed and snuggling into Lily’s arms whilst James grumbles about “just five more minutes…” before turning around, smiling at seeing his wife and their son. Safe and sound & at peace.

Im not too sure how i feel about it, but here is the small scene i wrote i hope you like it

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Lilly had been up for over an hour , she had just been quly reading in her bed as ocasonaly looked up snd watched the snow come down outside, it had coated the potter estate in a beautiful winter scene and was still coming down,

When slowly her bedroom door creaked open and in flew the youn missle known as her son harry

"Mum, it's snowing," said the exited five year old Harry as he jumped into his parents' bed and climbed into lilly arms as she put the book down

"That it is my little on that it is" she said softly trying to to wake up James , as futile as that seemed to be as not even a moment later the man himself stirred awake with a soft grumble of "five more minutes "

James had a bad night his sleep had been filled with terrible nightmares, horrible twisted versions of the night voldemort had attacked , a twisted what if he and lilly had.died but Harry had lived, his nightmares had shown him a world where Harry had lived a life without him or lilly, where Lady luck and Fate seemed to.Despise harry as it ripped evrything good from him,

And there was nothing in James nightmare he could do to stop it,

When there was a thump and some talking that stirred him from his slumber, "five more minutes " he sleeply mumbled before his eyes slowly cracked open to see Lilly and a Five year old harry, his nightmare rushing back to his mind for a scond all but destroyed by the Reality infront of him causing him to give them a soft smile "good morning you two" he said softly

"Dad it's snowing!" Harry said excitedly "can we go play in it?" He asked James who chulcked softly

"Let me wake up first, and lets have breakfast , then yes we can go play in the snow my young one we can " he said gently giving harry a kiss on the forehead before releasing a loud yawn.

[globalnews1]

Seoul has recorded its heaviest November snowfall since records began over a century ago in 1907.The South Korean capital was covered with at least 16 cm of snow on Wednesday - beating the city's previous record of 12.4cm from November 1972.It caused significant disruption across the country, with local media reporting that flights had been grounded, roads closed, and that there were delays to transport services.At least one person is reported to have died in a weather-related traffic accident near Seoul.Youn Ki-han, the head of Seoul's Meteorology Forecast Division, told the AFP news agency that the heavy snowfall was due to strong westerly winds and a "significant temperature difference between the sea surface and the cold air". It is expected to continue through Wednesday night and into Thursday morning.The cold weather comes after the region experienced a period of mild autumn temperatures."Just last week, I felt that the November autumn was a bit warm, but in just one week it feels like it's turned into a winter wonderland, which was quite a contrast," said businessman Bae Joo-han."So I came out onto the streets today to enjoy the first snowfall of this winter."

[westeroslive]

when  the  sun  rises  in  the  west,   the  gods  eyes  are  drawn.  may  the  seven  have  mercy  upon  you  as  we  welcome  you  to  court,   lady eirene frey, lady baelora manderly nee targaryen !   now  a  victim  of  the  court,  the  bards  compare  your  beauty  to  go young jung, emilia clarke as  you  play  the  game  in  the  midst  of  seasoned  nobles.

behave  and  follow  the  queen's  word  written  in  our  checklist  and  submit  your  account  within  24  hours.  

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         go youn jung,  27,  cisfemale,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  EIRENE   of  house   FREY,  the  LADY   of  THE TWINS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  DAUNTLESS  and  RECALCITRANT  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  SWORD FIGHTING.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  at  least  the cries of a broken mirror image of the child version of you staning before you, pleading for recognition ( ignore it,  don’t listen,  don’t look ) ; hiding the bestowed heart of your mother, questioning if others deserve to be blessed with the kindess that was once taken from you ;  a secluded garden flourishing in your home, its winding paths lined with serpent statues and exotic flora, a sanctuary where you retreat to reflect and plot your next advancement  ; you give out a laugh, your bloody hands hands covering your mouth ( mother taught you how to be poise, isn’t that right ? )  if it’s  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE OF FREY.          (  ooc  :  lani,  24,  she/her,  est  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         emilia  clarke,  35,  cis  woman,  she  /  her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  BAELORA  of  house  MANDERLY  NEÉ  TARGARYEN,  the  RULING  LADY  of  WHITE  HARBOUR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  NURTURING  and  TEMPERMENTAL  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  needlework.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  at  least  eyes  like  sparkling  amethyst  gems  that  look out  from  fluttered  lashes,  gentle  kisses  peppered  rapidly  on  the  face  of  a  giggling  child  &  a  dragon  in  a  land  of  snow.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS  /  THE  MANDERLYS.          (  ooc  :  chloe,  27,  she  /  her,  pst  )

[dorothydalmati1]

Amphibia Season 1 Episode 14: Snow Day/Cracking Mrs. Croaker

Animated by Sunmin Image Pictures

Snow Day:

Written by Matt Braly & Jack Ferraiolo

Storyboard by Drew Applegate & Cheyenne Curtis

Directed by Derek Kirk Kim

Cracking Mrs. Croaker:

Written by Jenava Mie

Storyboard by Aaron Austin & Hannah Ayoubi

Directed by Bert Youn

[mydollnote]

Doll Line Wish List #1

Keys:

***= most wanted

**= want

*= like

Color Pink= pink themed doll

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Barbie:

***Fashionista

*Kira Doll, Lea Doll, Olivia Doll, Teen Skipper Doll, +others

***Dreamtopia Mermaid series: https://www.youloveit.com/dolls/3211-new-barbie-dreamtopia-mermaid-dolls-2023-including-ones-with-odile-face-mold.html

link:https://www.toysisters.com/2017-2018-barbie-dreamtopia-sparkle-mountain-mermaid-pink-fxt10/

*Color Reveal series

*Barbie Movie gingham dress

**2000's era

*2000's skipper head/ Velma

MyScene:

***1st wave, ***Claire's, Lindsay Lohan, Club Birthday, ***Snow Glam, Club Disco, Shopping Spree: Adidas, Mudd, Levi's, Sketcher's, Un-fur-gettable

Bratz:

***Girls Nite Out series, ***Forever Diamondz, ***Sweetheart Meygan, **Maribel Magic Makeup, *Back to School series, *Spring Break Cloe, ***Secret Date series, ***Ooh La La Kumi, Welcome to Fabulous, Nighty Night, Hot Summer Dayz, Nevra, Play Sportz, Team Tennis, Princess, Leah, Genie, Pretty N' Punk, Race Car, World Cloe, Tattoo Meygan, Class Cloe, Spring Break Cloe

Rainbow High:

***Chinese New Year Lily Cheng, *Kim Nguyen, Shadow High Wave 1, ***Pink colors

LOL:

***Olivia Flutter, ***Snowlicious, ***Ivy Winks, **Switches, ***Tweens Surprise Swap, **Bubblegum DJ (pink), ***Fly Gurl, **Fancy Gurl, ***Stellar Gurl, *Spicy Babe, Goldie Twist, *Sunrise, Marilyn Star, **Kicks Babe, Missy Meow, **Ali Dance, *Wildflower, Miss Celebrate, Dazzle, Sparkle Star, Jacki Hops,

Disney:

**Caspia, **other mermaid sisters

***Rapunzel wave 1 head sculpts

***Princess of Avalor

***Snow White head sculpts

**Cinderella head sculpts

Other:

***Silkstone

**/*Nizi

***Aliexpress head sculpts

**Gwen Stefani dolls

Defa Lucy

Youn Ji (traditional handmade korean dolls)

Miniatures:

***Bratz Minis

Playmobil

Bodys:

***Obitsu, ***Fake Blythe+hands, Disney ILY, ***Barbie Mini Extras, */**Aliexpress body,

[travel-in-pictures]

Samcheok-Si, Gangwon-do, South Korea 

by Jae Youn Ryu from Earth 

Source | Google Maps

[enden-k]

Youn is feeding us so well with his drawings of beautiful men 💖 thank you for your work and brightening up our days 🫶

(speaking of the new kaeya outfit, I love the hints of peacock themed details. Just like his constellation 🦚)

-snow fox anon

akjscbjk....thanks for thinking so

yea same. its fitting him so well

[tails-boogie-board]

more knuckles and baby!tails! Short one this time but its after the other knuckles and baby tails __

"It's Metal!"

The voice was squeaky and for a second, Knuckles braced for another opponent. They were nasally and youn- and it was Tails and Knuckles was a bad friend. He vaguely remembered the fox being chattier when they were younger, but maybe it was because he was directly compared to Sonic.

But the kit hadn't said a single word and Knuckles hadn't even noticed, but then why- Metal.

Shit.

And Knuckles was sent across the map.

He hit snow and digging out of the resulting avalanche gave him enough time to scold himself and to push it in the past. Erupting out of the ice, Knuckles hit the ground running. The Ice Cap was difficult and perilous on the surface, but if he could get underground, all tunnels lead to the Alter.

There was no time for subtly, and Knuckles barreled into the rock. The mountain stone crumbled under him and snow poured into the tunnel. He took off at double speed, he'd repair the damage later.

It took time to get across the island and even running, he could only go so fast. The ground shook and Knuckles grit his teeth. Tremors only meant one thing on Angel Island and like Hell would Knuckles let Eggman have the Master Emerald.

The ground steadied under his feet, Sonic was as late as ever. It took another minute before he burst into the early morning light.

"SONIC!"

Knuckles gripped a tree at the sudden intense wind, the branches buckled under the strain but he held strong. Pushing forward, Knuckles burst into the clearing and froze.

[nightkarmaqueen]

Aphrodite’s Kiss, Meditrina’s Gentle Whispers - Chevalier Michel

----- Aphrodite’s Kiss, Meditrina’s Gentle Whispers || Chevalier Michel x F! Reader (MC)

Summary : The night you and Chevalier shared the sweetness of Aphrodite's kiss, he told you that he has a certain tolerance for medications, especially poisons. But you never know that he went through a very painful and long poison test to reach that point of tolerance. Until one afternoon, Meditrina gave you a hint and told you everything.

WC : 2022 Words. (WHAT A PRETTY NUMBERS)

Warning : Grammar errors, Snow White with Red Hair reference, Spoiler for Aphrodite’s Kiss Story Event, etc.

A/N : I got the idea to write this after reading Aphrodite's Kiss Event and immediately thought of a scene in Akagami no Shirayukihime. After re-watching certain episodes of the anime, I immediately thought, "why not? let's make a fiction of Chevalier with this reference!" Hope you enjoy it!

     “[Y/N], could you please you get this certain file in the secret data information room? Make sure no one is following you." That's what Sariel ordered you. You don't want to mess with that smiling devil, so you quickly do what he wants.

     This is the path you have decided to continue on. A path where you can continue to be by his side. The 2nd Prince of Rhodolite, Prince Chevalier Michel. There will be times when you're tired, but you've made up your mind. He is the biggest motivation for you to keep going and you will not back down. Anything as long as you can be with him.

     Your fingers traced the bookshelf inside the national secret information room in the Rhodolite Royal Palace, trying to find a certain file that Sariel asked for. “Herbs Transaction Data from Benitoite Port : King [P/K/N]’s Reign,” you whispered, still looking for the file you just mentioned.

     “Oh, found it!” you jumped in excitement when you find the file you're looking for. You quickly pulled the file off the shelf.

     “Goodness!” You were surprised and jumped back when you accidentally pulled the other books around the file you took.

     You stared at the books and papers strewn on the floor for a while, feeling a little lazy to put them back to its original palce. You sighed and crouched down, starting to pick up the fallen books one by one.

     However, "hm?" You tilted your head when the title of a book catches your eye. Rhodolite Royal Family's Medical History : Prince Chevalier Michel's Records. "Prince Chevalier's medical history?"

     Curious, you immediately lifted the book and observed the cover. But after observing the book for long enough, your mind started to fight, trying to decide whether or not to take it.

     If the book is in the secret information room, then it is a national secret that cannot be leaked. You can be considered a thief if you just take it without asking permission. But on the other hand, Sariel will continue to tease you about that curiosity and that's what makes you hesitate.

     In the end you decided to take the book without permission. You think it won't hurt you if you borrow it for a while and return it when you're done. You took the file that Sariel asked for along with Chevalier's medical history.

     “Where should I read this book? A safe place where I'm alone and no one can enter,” you muttered as you walked down the halls of the palace, clutching the records book to your chest. Until an answer popped into your mind. You decided to read the records in Chevalier's private library where not just anyone can enter. The place is also very quiet so you can read it in peace.

     You sat yourself in the chair where Chevalier used to sit to read his novels. You sighed, a little nervous about what was going to be written on the book. “I don't believe Prince Chevalier was ever hurt. He always came back from the battlefield unscathed. Was he one of those clumsy kids when he was little?” you murmered, wondering to yourself.

     You opened the book. Sure enough, your guess was right. Most of the medical records written in the book were wounds and injuries he got from training and fighting when he was young. You smiled at the thought of the young Chevalier getting injured in his first sword practice.

     “Oh…” You were a little surprised after turning the next few pages and seeing the section title printed on the page. “'10 Years Old Prince Chevalier Michel... Poison Testing Report?'” you read the title slowly before gasping in surprise. “Prince Chevalier’s body was once used as a vessel for testing a poison?!” you asked, who couldn't believe what was written on the paper.

     Somehow, your heart was beating really fast. Your hands were shaking, unable to turn the page. But on the other hand, your heart kept screaming as if forcing you to immediately turn to the next page.

Winter, January 18th. The royal physician put the poison in the drink of the 2nd Prince of Rhodolite, Prince Chevalier Michel. This poison is strong. Poison testing began.

Winter, January 19th. 12 hours after the poison administration, the prince broke out in a high fever. There were mild disturbances in his breathing, but no abnormalities in his speech or conduct. He was stable for the next 48 hours.

Spring, 2nd April. 3 months after the administration, Prince Chevalier Michel had difficulty walking. His body was unable to accept more chemicals and drugs. The royal physician gave a mild antidote along with a painkiller that didn't completely remove the poison. This will continue to be tested for the next 3 months.

Summer, 22nd July. After 3 months, as expected, thirty minutes after taking the antidote for the poison and carrying out various other medical treatments, Prince Chevalier Michel broke out in another high fever—

     “With stabbing pains all over his body,” your voice trembled as you read the sentence. “All the poison was gone from his body. This is the final and closing symptom of the poison testing on the body of the 2nd Prince of Rhodolite, Prince Chevalier Michel.”

     You need more energy to read those two sentences. Not only your voice, your hands and heart are trembling violently.

     You suddenly thought of that one night you spent with Chevalier. The night where Aphrodite's kiss from you was able to make brutal beast like him seem like a helpless prey before you.

     “I have a certain amount of tolerance to medications. I’ve been acclimating my body to poisons since I was a child, unfortunately for you.”

     One, two, and three sobs escaped your lips. Tears flow freely from your beautiful eyes and wet the paper, leaving a stain. You can't imagine how much pain Chevalier felt at that time. And all that he did for the sake of becoming a perfect prince—future king. So that his enemies can’t easily drop him.

     Not wanting to get too caught up in what had happened in the past, you wiped your face with the cloth of your arm. Although, you're already unable to read the next page regarding the cases of attempted murder using poison on Chevalier.

     Without you realizing it, you were a little careless and forgot to close tight the door to your lover's private library. You are too curious about the contents of the book and then sink into a sadness and pain.

     Nokto, who happened to be bored and played one of the female notaries in the library, passed the private library. He stopped when he heard a soft sob coming from inside.

     Because of your previous carelessness, Nokto peeked through the slightly ajar door of the private library. “Oh, the rabbit is crying?” he asked, curious and wondering what really happened to you. "King Highness would be pleased by this," he said as he walked out of the library.

∘◦ ✂ ————– ✂ ◦∘

     The sound of swords clashing echoed in every corner of the training hall. Chevalier yet again finds himself ending up dueling Clavis after a thousand times rejecting him.

     "I've never seen you train, Chev, but your skills never dull," the third prince commented.

     "You're the one who's still not strong enough to take me down," Chevalier replied coldly.

     Clavis could only laughed. “Damn you!”

     “Good afternoon, King Highness.”

     Chevalier and Clavis immediately backed away and stopped when they heard the voice of the seventh prince. The two of them looked up to find Nokto who was already leaning on one of the pillars of the training hall.

     “What a bright smile you have there,” Clavis teased. "I can tell you're very-very happy."

     Nokto laughed out loud. "Oh, of course. I thought that I had to do something. I wanted to comfort him myself, but I knew my head would fall off my neck if I did," Nokto explained.

     "Comfort her?" Chevalier looks confused.

     “I am a kind of person who can't bear to see a ripe fruit cry. But because I can't just taste it even for a little bit, so I decided to come here," the foxy prince continued .

     “Just say it!” Chevalier was getting impatient.

     "It's about [Y/N]. I don't know why, but the mistress of yours is crying all alone in your private library. I doubt that she cried because of a romance novel she read.”

     For the first time in a long time, Clavis and Nokto could see Chavalier's cold and sharp eyes waver. As if triggered by something dangerous, Chevalier's chest immediately felt tight when he knew you were crying akk alone. Without further ado, Chevalier ended his duel with Clavis and rushed towards the place Nokto had just mentioned.

     Meanwhile, Nokto and Clavis couldn't help but laugh out loud, amused by the once-in-a-lifetime sight they had just seen.

∘◦ ✂ ————– ✂ ◦∘

     You didn’t feel disturbed when you hear the sound of the library door opening. Whoever it is, you know it's Chevalier. No one can just open the door except you and the room's original owner. You just stared silently at the document you've just read.

      Chevalier leaned against the door frame, staring at your figure in his chair. "Reading a national’s secret information document without permission is a grave treason," Chevalier said calmly.

     "You know what this is?" Despite his threatening words, you asked something else in a very pressing but still gentle tone.

     "Well, it's my medical records. Of course I know what's in your hand." After finding out what made you cry, Chavlier breathed a sigh of relief.

     “You said you have a certain tolerance for medications, especially poisons. But you never said that you went through all these terrible, long, and painful tests and administrations to reach that point of tolerance,” you protested again without even looking at the prince. Your eyes were still locked on the book. He could hear the anxiety in your voice.

     "My age and body were still in the most ideal and stable state at that time," Chevalier explained shortly.

     Silence enveloped the library. Chevalier knows that excuse won’t be enough to assuage your annoyance. Chevalier rose from where he was standing. He dropped on one knee and crouched down in front of you. His gloved hands gripped yours tightly, trying to comfort you. "You're not going to look this way?"

     You couldn’t refuse. You immediately raised your gaze to Chevalier harshly. Chevalier could see your annoyed expression and your teary eyes, making your eyes look like a pair of beautiful gems.

     Chevalier suddenly smirked, knowing how innocent you were. "Simpleton," he muttered. Chevalier immediately pulled you from the chair, switching positions with you. After sitting himself in the chair, Chevalier put you on his lap, embracing you warmly. You immediately melted in his arms, as if all your anxiety was flowing somewhere.

     You gripped the front of Chevalier's clothes tight. You were too scared to lose him. But luckily, Chevalier cradled your shoulder that were stiff from fear. He lets you smell the masculine scent of the rose and sea salt mixture on his body, letting you know he's right there with you.

     "You don't have to cry. I'm here with you. Isn't that enough to prove you that I'm fine?” Chevalier whispered to youe ear.

     What Chevalier said is true. The poison testing took place about two decades ago. And now Chevalier is with you and hugging you, without the horrible and painful symptoms you read about in those medical records. Chevalier is fine with you.

     You nodded, answering Chevalier's previous question.

     The sweetness of Aphrodite's kiss that night opens you to an answer of a question you thought would never be answered. But this afternoon, Meditrina whispered in a kind and gentle voice, telling you that Chevalier was able to survive the poison because of fate.

     Fate that will later lead him to you. Fate that will later unite you with him. Just like in times like this. When he is hugging you tightly and warmly, reassuring you that he is with you and won't go anywhere.

Have a great day/night. See you at the next work!

[6peaches]

Monica Youn - A Parking Lot in West Houston

Angels are unthinkable in hot weather

except in some tropical locales, where from time to time, the women catch one in their nets,

hang it dry, and fashion it into a lantern that will burn forever on its own inexhaustible oils.

But here—shins smocked with heat rash, the supersaturated air. We no longer believe

in energies pure enough not to carry heat, nor in connections—the thought of someone

somewhere warming the air we breathe that one degree more . . . .

In a packed pub during the World Cup final, a bony redhead woman gripped my arm

too hard. I could see how a bloke might fancy you. Like a child’s perfect outline in fast-melting snow,

her wet handprint on my skin, disappearing. The crowd boiling over, a steam jet: Brrra-zil!

And Paris—a heroin addict who put her hypodermic

to my throat: Je suis malade. J’ai besoin de medicaments.

Grabbing her wrist, I saw her forearm’s tight net sleeve of drying blood.

I don’t like to be touched. I stand in this mammoth parking lot,

car doors open, letting the air conditioner run for a while before getting in.

The heat presses down equally everywhere. It wants to focus itself,

to vaporize something instantaneously, efficiently—that shopping cart, maybe,

or that half-crushed brown-glass bottle— but can’t quite. Asphalt softens in the sun.

Nothing’s detachable. The silvery zigzag line

stitching the tarmac to the sky around the edges is no breeze, just a trick of heat.

My splayed-out compact car half-sunk in the tar pit of its own shadow—

strong-shouldered, straining to lift its vestigial wings.

- A Parking Lot in West Houston by Monica Youn

[bookclub4m]

Episode 182 - Lyric Poetry

This episode we’re talking about the format of Lyric Poetry! We talk about reading poetry out loud, translation, French Canadian dialects, and more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Entre Rive and Shore by Dominique Bernier-Cormier

Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season: Selected Poems by Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Elizabeth T. Gray Jr

Ledger: Poems by Jane Hirshfield

Rapture by Carol Ann Duffy

Goldenrod: Poems by Maggie Smith 

Good Bones: Poems by Maggie Smith 

Alive At The End Of The World by Saeed Jones

The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes on by Franny Choi 

No Matter the Wreckage by Sarah Kay 

White Pine: Poems and Prose Poems by Mary Oliver

Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head by Warsan Shire

Le premier coup de clairon pour réveiller les femmes immorales by Rachel McCrum

The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón

The Arkansas Testament by Derek Walcott 

Alive at the End of the World by Saeed Jones

Other Media We Mentioned

The Bronze Horseman by Alexander Pushkin

19 Ways of Looking at Wang Wei: With More Ways by Eliot Weinberger

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

“The Fish” by Elizabeth Bishop

When We Were Very Young by A. A Milne

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein  

The Inferno of Dante: A New Verse Translation by Dante Alighieri, translated by Robert Pinsky

All Def Poetry 

milk and honey by rupi kaur

One Piece by Eiichiro Oda

Trailer for Netflix show

“Poetry Is Not a Luxury” by Audre Lorde (pdf)

Links, Articles, and Things

Lyric poetry (Wikipedia)

The Writer's Block

The Midnight Library: Episode 001 - Halloween Poetry

Chiac (Wikipedia)

Plasco Building (Wikipedia)

30 Recent Poetry Collections by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

This booklist features books from BIPOC poets published in the past three years.

Chrome Valley by Mahogany L. Browne

Feast by Ina Cariño

Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency by Chen Chen

Girls That Never Die: Poems by Safia Elhillo

Content Warning: Everything by Akwaeke Emezi

I Do Everything I'm Told by Megan Fernandes

Living Nations, Living Words: An Anthology of First Peoples Poetry edited by Joy Harjo

Song of my Softening by Omotara James

Spells, Wishes, and the Talking Dead / Mamaht́wisiwin, Pakos̊yimow, Nikihci-́niskot́ṕn : Poems by Wanda John-Kehewin

Burning Like Her Own Planet by Vandana Khanna

Phantom Pain Wings by Kim Hyesoon, translated by Don Mee Choi

Bianca by Eugenia Leigh

Finna by Nate Marshall

Slam Coalkan Performance Poetry: The Condor and the Eagle Meet edited by Jennifer Murrin

God Themselves by Jae Nichelle

You Are Only Just Beginning: Lessons for the Journey Ahead by Morgan Harper Nichols

I’m Always So Serious by Karisma Price

Homie by Danez Smith

Blood Snow by dg nanouk okpik

Promises of Gold/Promesas de Oro by José Olivarez with translation by David Ruano

That Was Now, This is Then by Vijay Seshadri

it was never going to be okay by jaye simpson

Dark Testament by Crystal Simone Smith

Unshuttered: Poems by Patricia Smith

Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls by Kai Cheng Thom

Femme in Public by Alok Vaid-Menon

Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong

Find Her. Keep Her. by Renaada Williams

Rupture Tense by Jenny Xie

From From by Monica Youn

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