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Hello we’re very excited to announce the next H.I.A.T.U.S. Johnlock Challenge!

May’s theme is Bedsharing!

Have you ever wanted to try writing fanfiction? Well, now’s your chance!

H.I.A.T.U.S. is a monthly Johnlock writing challenge blog!

Submissions open on the 2nd of every month for that month’s H.I.A.T.U.S.   theme! The challenge is to write a fic related to the theme between 100 and 25,000 words before submissions close at Midnight EST on the 21st of May.

Everyone is welcome to submit a fic, it could be your first time or you could be a seasoned fic author! Already written a fic that suits this month’s theme? Just send us a link to your Fic through our ask box, tagging @hiatustory or by sending us an email at If your fic hasn’t been posted on the blog before we’ll share it for everyone to read and enjoy!

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Here are some prompts to help you get started:

Text Prompt

BILLY: What with the monster and that ruddy prison, I don’t know how we sleep nights. Do you, Gary?
(Gary stops and puts a hand on his shoulder and looks at him affectionately.)
GARY: Like a baby.
BILLY: That’s not true. (He looks at John.) He’s a snorer.
GARY (embarrassed, trying to shut him up): Hey, wheesht!
BILLY (to John): Is yours a snorer?
JOHN: … Got any crisps?

Taken from the transcripts of the amazing @callie-ariane

Visual Prompt

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

Setting Prompts

Sherlock and John could share a bed because:

  • An experiment went wrong in the living room at 221B and they both have to sleep upstairs in John’s room. *wink wink*
  • Sherlock suffers from nightmares after he returns from his time being ‘dead’ and can only sleep properly if John sleeps with him.
  • Sherlock and John need to lay low after a case and end up staying with Sherlock’s parents/hotel/safe house which only has one bed… or one single bed (so they have to get squishy to both fit!)
  • Sherlock and John are forced to share a singles room in first year due to a residence assignment error! Oh no!
  • John and Sherlock share the only bed on a planet where no one sleeps!
  • A spell goes wrong and now John can only be a few feet away from Sherlock, which forces them to sleep in the same bed. 

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(Slight adult AU) Using the following knuckleheads; Aomine, Kagami, Kiyoshi, Takao, and Hayama… their wives just gave birth a couple of weeks ago and the guys are seriously just wanting some TLC (*cough* sex *cough*) but their wives are not having it. (“It’s too soon” they say) How would the guys attempt to get their wives to do it? (only to fail)

Kagami: Hands on her waist as she leans up against him on the sofa, Kagami would have been perfectly content just laying there with her if not for the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. His hands squeeze at her, preparing himself to ask if they could move to the bedroom, but…

“I think I hear the baby crying,” she says, moving away from him before the words can even leave his mouth.

Kiyoshi: The kiss he gives her a little more fervent, one hundred and ten percent of his emotions behind it. She can feel his tongue flicking out, brushing against her bottom lip and asking for permission. Before she can even give it, he’s moving on to her throat, nipping the sensitive skin.

“We can’t, Teppei,” she whispers, knowing that if she didn’t stop him now she wouldn’t be able to later.

Aomine: His hands are on her shoulders, sneakily slipping under the fabric of her dress. He had come to her with the excuse of giving her a nice massage after a long day of taking care of their baby, but as his finger crept lower and his touch became softer, she was quickly catching on to his other intentions.

“Not tonight, Daiki,” she sighed, moving away from his touch just as his fingers grazed the edges of her bra.

Takao: When he had smacked her ass, Takao had done it playfully, but now he was reminiscing about all their wild nights in the bedroom that had led up to the birth of their first child. And he was craving the fun they had under the covers once more. A smirk crawled onto his face, but she quickly caught on.

“We’re not doing any of that until the baby is older,” she scolded, walking away before he could attempt to coax her onto his side.

Hayama: The groaning whine that left his lips was right up against her ear. Hayama was whispering dirty words to her, hoping to get her back in the mood as he pressed himself against her, but she seemed to be just as stubborn as ever. He just couldn’t win.

“You have a left hand,” she scoffed playfully, escaping his grasp before he could literally drag her to the bedroom.

Once Best Friends iii - luke hemmings au

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this one is the longest part so far.  i’m not as proud as the first part, but i am proud.  here we go.

here’s my masterlist

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warnings: same as before

words: 2595

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Here is my submission to @whispersandwhiskerburn 2 Ways 2 Go! Angel’s 2k Follower Celebration.  Congrats to my bestest bestie on reaching 2k! This was a fun challenge to turn the lyrics into dialog.  Never done that before.  Hope you like this.

Words: 1k

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Dialog prompt:  “You’ll be fine. You don’t need me. You never have.” bold & italics

Song Prompt:  “Don’t Make Me” Blake Shelton lyrics in bold-not necessarily in order I may have tweaked a pronoun or two to make them fit.

Warnings: Angst

Tagging my usual crew:   Let me know if you want on or off Pond tags at the end  @whispersandwhiskerburn @wi-deangirl77 @smoothdogsgirl @zombi3gyrl07 @laurenw1025 @ashleymalfoy@iamflanneltrash @kristaparadowski @mrswhozeewhatsis @plaidstiel-wormstache @atc74@babypieandwhiskey


Sam had excused himself from the room when the shouting started. Over the course of the past month, the fights had been happening more and more frequently.  He wasn’t sure what was causing the tension between Dean and Y/N, but he hoped they’d get back to being their loving selves.  Soon.  Their constant hostility was putting a strain on all three of them.  With a sigh, he put on his noise cancelling headphones and turned up his music as he heard the fight coming down the hall.  

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New Beginnings

@littlesnowarrow requested a prompt with “Only then did he realize that he had met her somewhere before”. I changed the wording just a bit, but I hope it still works. I rewrote the first scene of Class Act from Cullen’s perspective, giving us some explanation as to what had him so engrossed in his tablet when he first met Mara. Not sure if it’s actually canon for the AU, but it was fun to write either way. 

Cullen entered Skyhold’s cafeteria, trying to prepare himself for a day full of meetings. There was excitement in the room, the usual kind that accompanied a new school year. There was a bit of mourning too since their first day of meetings signalled the end of summer. Still, it was nice to see everyone again. Their staff was small enough that they just took up one corner of the enormous cafeteria. There were posters up on the wall, famous folks holding up glasses of milk and a large painting of the school mascot. It wasn’t exactly a cheery room, but it was large enough that they could break out into departments without bothering each other.

“Curly! Long time no see,” Varric said, handing Cullen a cup of coffee from a table laden with breakfast foods.

Cullen smiled, appreciating that Varric knew him well enough to know he usually couldn’t stomach anything more than coffee that early in the morning. “Thank you. How was your summer?”

“Spent most of it in Kirkwall,” Varric replied.

Cullen sipped his coffee. “I don’t know if that means it was good or bad.”

Varric chuckled, giving Cullen a pat on the arm. “Me either.”

The chairs were arranged in something resembling a circle, and Cassandra was already seated and pouring over her calendar.

“You mean to tell me you haven’t already planned through Satinalia?” he asked as he took the empty seat beside her.

Cassandra looked up at him and made a disgusted noise. “I’ve just been informed that the counselor’s want to take a day with my seniors in October. So now I have change things around.”

“Serves you right for being so prepared,” Cullen said.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “Please. You’re planned through First Day at least.”

He grinned. “Probably.” He had most of the year planned; what else would he do with his summer?

“Heard anything about the new teacher?” Cassandra asked with a glance around to make sure they weren’t overheard.

Cullen shrugged. “Only that Leliana and Josephine are excited about her.”

Cassandra nodded. “That is good enough for me.”

As if summoned, Josephine entered through the double doors. The elven woman following her had to be the new teacher. She wasn’t very tall, despite the wedges she wore. Her floral blouse was tucked into a navy pencil skirt, and she looked utterly relaxed except for the white knuckled hold she had on the bag slung over her shoulder.

The new teacher glanced quickly around the room, and only then did he realize he had seen her somewhere before. It was a strange feeling, recognizing her but not knowing her name. He had definitely seen her somewhere though.

“Staff, I’d like to introduce Mara Lavellan, our newest English teacher,” Josephine smiled, “Let’s all gather around so she can introduce herself more properly and meet all of you!”

Mara Lavellan. Cullen opened up his tablet and searched her name. It didn’t take long for him to realize where it had been from. She’d been a presenter at a symposium he’d attended. He still had his notes on her lecture about third space and its implications on language development, he’d thought her lecture entertaining and practical. It wasn’t often that he listened to a presenter at one of those things where he really felt like they understood what it was to be in the trenches of the classroom. He’d wanted to tell her how much he’d enjoyed it, but she’d been bombarded with people after her presentation and so he’d decided against it. He was still quite pleased to have made the connection when he realized everyone was going around the room and sharing their names and subjects.

“Cullen Rutherford, history,” he added hastily before Cassandra could make some remark about him not paying attention.

He met Mara’s gaze as he spoke, but she looked quickly away as if she didn’t want to hold his gaze too long. Despite everything Skyhold was facing, Mara’s presence gave him some hope. Maybe they actually stood a chance.

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As You Fade From View

Authors Note: Based on this prompt from @h0lyheadharpies about Sirius falling through the veil into a parallel universe. Don’t really have any other notes. Hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 3200
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Bellatrix sent a jet of red light at Sirius head and he ducked, laughing. He knew it would infuriate her, his dear cousin had always hated being mocked. Sirius also knew that while fury fired Bellatrix up for a fight, it also made her erratic, and if he could just throw her off balance…

“Come on, you can do better than that!” he taunted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Bellatrix growled in response, and Sirius smiled, he was so close, any minute now she would lose it and start fighting more like a rabid animal than an intellectual dueler. Sirius opened his mouth again, another taunt bubbling on his lips, but another jet of red light hit him squarely in the chest before the words could spill forth. He felt himself lose control of his body as the stunning spell took effect and he fell backwards. He passed through something very warm, like a curtain of steam, and then hit the ground hard.

Sirius felt pain spread through his tailbone, and instinctively rubbed his hand over it as he sat up. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he should not be able to run his hands over anything. He had been stunned, he shouldn’t be able to move. Alarmed, Sirius looked at his surroundings, even more surprised to find that he was no longer in the Department of Mysteries. He recognized his new surroundings immediately, and they sent a pang of sorrow through his heart. It was Godric’s Hollow, the fountain in the center square to be precise.

Sirius looked around in confusion. How had he gotten here? Perhaps something in the Department of Mysteries had been a portkey. But then how had the stunning spell been lifted? A portkey would not do that. Sirius pushed himself to his feet and stepped closer to the fountain, staring at his reflection in the water. His face looked younger, with fewer lines and softer edges, as though the weight of grief and sorrow had been lifted from his body.

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STOP with the hate.

This has probably been said before by someone who can word it much better than I, but at this point it can stand to be said again.

Jack used to say in his videos that he loves how the jse community is one of the nicest around, and people would always mention it to him. 

But something changed in the community. These days all I see are fans getting sent anon hate to the point where users are considering taking their own lives. Enough is enough. This is serious and it needs to stop.

What happened to us? When did we turn into such a cesspool of crude hate comments? Where did all the positivity go? I for one know this is NOT who we are. We are much better than this, and we can get back to the point where we can continue to make Jack proud. 

But we can only do that together. Spread positivity, not hate. Send people kind messages, not encourage them to kill themselves. Let’s try to be the loving community we once were and offer friendship or an ear to listen to those in need. And if you’re one of those people who has nothing nice to say in the first place, then just keep your negativity to yourself. It’s really not hard. Just be a good person.

If anyone ever wants to talk or needs a friend, I am here. Send me a message and I’ll be here for you.

Sorry this post is so long. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Have a nice day. <3

I Am Good: Jason Scott X Reader [PART I]

Prompt: You’re a new girl in Angel Grove, and you aren’t exactly a typical, everyday person you’d meet on the street. You had green skin and did your best to hide it from the world. But after discovering an ironically green coin on the outskirts of town, you find it brings more terror to your life than before.

Requested: No

Word Count: 2,221

Warning: Long, strong language

Author’s Notes: In this you will have a father. Also, if you haven’t noticed, this is based off of the book and musical “Wicked,” but the reader is not like Elphaba in the sense that she has powers. I also do not own any storylines revolving around Elphaba, but I own the original plotline of the reader in this story.

Your name: submit What is this?  

“What do you mean ‘the green coin is missing’?” Zordon asked Alpha 5, his voice laced with anger and worry.

The green coin Rita Repulsa had once owned and was once held by Zordon’s ship’s containment unit was now gone, as if it just completely vanished without a single trace.

“Exactly that!” Alpha 5 shouted, moving frantically across the floor, unable to contain his panic. “It’s just not there! I checked and searched a hundred times and it’s not there! You don’t think…?”

“No,” Zordon said quickly, avoiding the possibility. “The Power Rangers defeated her, she’s long gone. But who would want to steal the coin? How did they even get on the ship?”

Alpha 5 thought for a moment, “But what if they didn’t? Get on the ship I mean.”

Alpha 5 didn’t have to explain himself for Zordon to understand what he had meant. He had sworn it was impossible for that to be a plausible circumstance, but it appeared that it might not have been. It seemed that the Power Rangers would have another member of the team. Questions were, how would he tell the team and who would it be?

To say the least, you were different. You tended to keep to yourself in school, and for all the right reasons. Behind all those pounds of makeup and long sleeved shirts was a secret your family had tried so hard to hide. You, the simple Y/N from a strange town somewhere far, far away from Angel Grove, had skin so green that it could compare to that of an emerald. And because of this sickeningly green skin, you were forced by your father to hide your true self. Not that you were complaining all that much. It was better to at least look normal to others and perfectly blend into the high school crowd than walk around school looking like you were just freshly picked from a garden.

It was a quiet day in Angel Grove, something you found to be common after the demolition of a little more than half the town before you moved there. And while you weren’t there for the destruction, people were still talking about it to this day. People still don’t know what that thing was that destroyed almost everything, but they know that whoever saved them that day were heroes.

After school, you decided you needed to clear your head, get out of the house and be alone despite the fact your father was never even home, even when you lived in your previous town and the one before that and so forth. You were on your own most of the time. While your father was out on business trips, which was really just his way of staying away from his only daughter, he sent money to you so you could buy food and bottles and bottles of concealer and foundation and make remover, but you figured it was so you didn’t have to get a job at the risk of someone seeing your skin. It worked out, though. You were living a stable life with a nice house to live in, good grades, and that was pretty much it. You didn’t have any friends, but that was something you were used to in life and sure, there was that one asshole who loved to pick on you, but once again, you were always going through that kind of stuff no matter where you attended school.

You headed out of the house and took a short walk around the neighborhood. But, feeling spontaneous and wanting to get to know more of the stupid place. Maybe she’d be able to find a place outside of her house where she could just get away.

Upon further investigation, you came close to a forest like area which lead up to a trail near the mountains. You stared up at the mountain for a couple seconds, you started to walk up the path. You gazed around at the scenery you passed, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to take it all in and appreciate it. You had this weird feeling growing inside of your chest, making it feel as though you weren’t supposed to be here, but you somehow were. You put on some calming music to clear your head, which seemed to be working as you ventured onward.

“Oh shit…” You swore when you realized that you were kind of lost.

You gazed at your surroundings, trying to find even the smallest piece of evidence that shows the way you came, but all you could see was a giant chasm just beyond a few trees and bushes, which were all you could see from behind you; trees and bushes. You were close to just giving up and calling for help in hopes someone would hear you, but something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention.

It was a little hard to see at first with the setting sun affecting the light of the land, but you could see a small, but very bright speck of colored light coming from something beside the chasm. You were about to let it go, but you were just too curious to just walk away. You slowly walked towards the object, leaning down to pick it up when you reached it. Your painted fingers grasped onto a golden coin-like object. In the center was a shining green stone, which was what caused the glinting in the sunlight. At seeing the color of the stone, you let out an exasperated and annoyed sigh.

You grunted, “How ironic.”

You heard indistinct voices nearing your position and felt panic flow through you. You didn’t want to be seen by anybody, so you quickly pocketed the coin and hurried towards a nearby shrub that was just big enough for you to hide behind and not be seen. You kept quiet, not wanting to make a single sound or movement.

“Did you guys see that?” You heard a feminine voice ask.

You felt your heartbeat starting to pick up a bit, and you feared that the person might come over to investigate.

“No. What do you think you saw?” A male voice questioned in response.

“I don’t know,” The female replied. “I thought it was a person… but no one comes up here besides us.”

“Probably just an animal or something.” Another girl said.


You quietly waited for them to leave, but only heard a splashing sound from a distance after that point. You peeked out from behind the bush and saw that there was no one around. You let out a sigh of relief and dusted off your outfit.

Feeling curious and seeing it was okay to make movement, you pulled out the green coin. You turned it around a couple of times, noticing the odd patterns which looked like rigid, technological lines and squares embedded in the stone and the gold rock that seemed to have formed around it. You furrowed your eyebrows, never having seen something like that in all your years of living. You put the coin back in your pocket and started to try and find a way out of these damned woods.

You eventually did make it out of there without being caught or harmed. But you felt off when you got home the next day. You were so tired from your adventures that you simply crashed on the couch without getting anything to eat and you didn’t even get changed into comfortable nightclothes or remove all the makeup layers, something that was not like you in the slightest.

You heard your phone go off with your morning alarm and instinctively slammed down on the phone to turn it off. However, you noticed that not did the alarm stop ringing, but you heard glass crashing and wood splintering as if it had just been smashed to pieces. Your eyes widened when you saw that you had broken the glass of your phone and the corner of your nightstand was caved inward. You gasped once the realization hit that you had done this, but confusion overtook you once you realized that you hadn’t even gone to bed that night. You specifically remembered landing on the couch and falling asleep down there. In addition to that, you also didn’t remember placing the green stone you found that day on your now destroyed bedside table.

“What the Hell is going on here?” You breathed, unable to comprehend the situation.

You walked into the bathroom as you normally would, but of course you were a little more on edge than usual. Upon arrival, you saw that the green coin was now on the counter when you knew you didn’t even pick it up that morning.

“I’m seriously freaked out right now…” You gulped, almost backing away from the coin.

Despite the fact you feared the coin, you knew you had to do something with it. You opened up the window to your bathroom and quickly grabbed the coin as if it were a grotesque animal that you grabbed by the tail. You chucked the coin out the window with all the strength you had and slammed it shut, feeling glad that you got rid of the thing.

A few seconds later and you heard a rattling sound behind you. Low and behold, there was the coin, sitting on your counter like it was a moment ago.


School was like any other day- annoying pricks who liked to torment you, low-class snobs and idiots who were just there because it was law- but this time, you had a damned coin that wouldn’t leave you the hell alone. It remained quiet for the most part, until a mishap occurred in lunch with you, a stupid bully, your lunch tray, your coin, and a really cute guy named Jason.

You had gotten your chicken salad from the lunch line, and you instantly made a beeline for your corner of the farthest lunch table, hoping that if you got there fast enough, you could avoid any interaction with anyone. Too bad that your half-witted assaulter was one step ahead of you.

Your lunch tray was smacked upward, your chicken salad getting slammed against your sweater and the dressing seeping through the material. You heard others gasp and a boorish laugh present itself from beside you.

“Whoops!” He snickered. “My bad!”

You curled your fists in an attempt to keep yourself from fighting back. Even with your newfound strength you could’ve used to fight back, you refrained from doing so, knowing it would force your father to return home and deal with the matter to make him hate you more than he already does. You pursed your lips as you felt tears swelling up in your eyes once you noticed the dozens of pairs of eyes gazing upon you in your dressing-covered glory.

“Are you going to cry?” He snarled. “Wow! That’s so path-”

“Hey.” Someone calmly said, but it was said harshly enough to show that this person wanted his attention and wanted it now.

Through your watery eyes, you could see a buff, handsome-looking boy standing before you. You recognized him from a class of yours, a few rumors, and a couple pictures. His name was Jason Scott. He was the star quarterback before he placed a cow in the opposing team’s locker room and became a regular guy in high school who just so happened to be disliked by most of the Angel Grove High student body.

“Scott.” Your bully snapped.

“You know, I would’ve thought you had learned your lesson with Billy, but you just keep going, don’t you?” Jason responded, shaking his head disapprovingly. “So how about this? How about you leave her alone, get out of here, and we’ll avoid what happened last time. Seem fair?”

The bully didn’t say anything in response. He merely stared at Jason, as if testing him, to which he did. Without saying a word, the bully pushed you to the floor, then ran off. You could tell Jason was about to run after him, but having heard your hurt cry and the scattering of your belongings after falling to the ground, he lent down to help you up.

“Are you alright?” Jason asked, giving you his hand.

You cautiously took it, him hoisting you up into a sitting position so you could gather up the things that had fallen out of your bag.

“I’m fine,” You sighed. You looked up at him with genuine eyes as you looked up from placing your stuff back into your bag. ”Thank you so much.”

“No problem. I’m Jason.” He introduced himself.

“Y/N.” You graciously smiled, pushing a piece of your hair behind your makeup-ed ear.

Jason smiled back at you. He looked over and saw something shining from just a few inches away. He grabbed it, believing it belonged to you.

“Hey, is this…” His voice trailed off.

You glanced up, seeing that Jason was holding the coin you had found between his fingers. You saw his face twist into pure disorientation while yours flashed to that of horror. You were eased at mind that most people stopped staring at you two, but you didn’t hesitate to quickly snatch your coin from Jason’s hand and keep it out of sight.

“Thank you.” You simply said in a hushed voice before grabbing your bag and bolting out of the lunch room and away from the scene.

Tell me of the superstitions
buried in your bones.
I want to
trace your ribs
under your skin
and know
all the generations
that planted
their roots inside you.
You kiss in threes,
spill coffee before you
drink it,
press words
into my skin
when you think
that I’m asleep.
I want to be
another superstition
that you keep.
Braid me tight into
your hair,
treat the salt in me
like a sublime sea;
hold me in your bones
for the next generation
to meet.

One SFW sample page from Pair Skate, the 18+ YOI doujinshi I’m doing with @tumblngkori

PDF should be available first week in March!

Edit to add: text is huge relative to the panel art bc print size (if you wanna print it at home) is 5.5″ x 8.5″.

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

Secondhand smoke kills, but not as fast as firsthand hammer. 

Hit Me Like A Ray Of Sun

“Bitty. Holy fuck.”

Bitty’s eyes fly open.

Ransom is only an inch from his face.

“Wake up, Bits.”

Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.

“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”

Ransom snorts.

“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”

“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”

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headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

(ref cr. mbc)

i like girls
who resemble the sun;
burning, brilliant,
blinding, if you look for too long.
the kind of light that lingers on your eyelids.

i like girls
who remind me of moonlight;
who have a way of lighting the dark spaces
in my mind on cold nights,
when dawn seems like a distant dream.

i like girls
who personify the ocean;
wild laughter and wide eyes, salt slick skin,
arms raised as they sway as one with the waves,
tide drunk and dizzy with the scent of the sea.

i like girls
who embody the earth;
who ground with a touch. who fight off lightning
and kiss like how rain tastes on your tongue
when you open your mouth to the sky.

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