#starbird says

[createuntiltheendoftime]

I need some help

I am buying a horse, a 3 year old with no show record and i am wanting to change her registered and barn name.

all of my animals are named after fandoms, horses: Brego and Samwise from Lotr, Carter from stargate, Ziva (registered: Zivas in the Wind) from NCIS. Dogs: Riker (reg: Meet me at farpoint) Tripp (Reg: Charles Tripp Tucker the fourth), both from star trek, my cat percy from pjo, you get the idea

This is her, Id like to name her something from star wars, preferably something fallen order/survivor, but i just need ideas 😩😩

Current thoughts: not all of them are fandom, i just like them.

Barn name possibility: Starbird

Reg names:

Firestorm

On Stranger Tides (potc movie)

Fire Across The Galaxy (last episode title of S1 rebels)

Light of Lothal’s Moons (Fulcrum code from rebels)

I canNOT think of anything jfo related

[quarterdollar]

meteion finalfantasyxiv

[mynameismckenziemae]

Picture Perfect

Bob Floyd x female reader

Prompt: Imagine Bob receiving spicy Polaroids of his bride on his wedding day from @phoenix-rising-starbird-one 😘

Summary: You do just that ^ and have to deal with the consequences 😏

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: This is pure smut. Dom!Bob, teasing, spanking, humiliation, spanking, dacryphilia, orgasm delay/denial, taking dirty photos, p in v, etc.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

“Oh my God,” Natasha laughs as she flips through the small handful of Polaroids you just handed her, “these turned out so good! Look at you,” she brings one closer to her face to get a better look, “that’s the lingerie set I got you! Bob is going to die!”

Some of them were taken at your bachelorette party, some this morning when you were getting ready. Taken in the positions he likes you best; bent over, on your knees, looking up between your thighs.

“Give a few to Bradley and Jake, too. Oh, there they are,” you spot the boys as you look out the window of your dressing home, “Wow, look at him,” you breathe, seeing him in his tux, handsome as ever. “Go now, now’s a good time.”

Bob is talking to the wedding planner when Nat gets down to the courtyard where the men are congregating.

Bradley’s laughing about something Jake says before he presses a kiss to his cheek; their wedding is coming up next month. You watch as Natasha approaches them with a conniving look on her face. She discreetly hands them each a couple of the photos and gives them instructions before turning toward Bob.

You smile as they hug each other; so much is being said without words. They talk for a moment before Natasha hands him her photos before patting him on the back and walking away.

He watches her, confused, until he looks down at the photo. His face turns beet red before he looks up a the sky for help.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

Bradley’s next. He places his photos into Bob’s hand discreetly just as the photographer finishes up with the groomsmen's pictures.

Bob gulps before he looks down at your body in various states of undress in suggestive positions. Bradley and Jake grin as Bob slowly flips through the photos, flushing further with each one.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

The photographer finds you next, taking your bridal portraits before hiding you back away in the dressing room.

There’s a text from Bob when you check your phone. Reading it sends a pulse of desire through you before settling between your thighs.

Bob: You are in so much trouble.

You: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Bob: I’ll be sure to remind you.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

You figure you missed seeing Jake give Bob his photos, but right before Jake escorts Natasha down the aisle, he shows you them in his hand and winks.

Bob’s widen in disbelief when Jake slides the photos into his hand as they do that handshake/hug thing men do. He looks down at photos quickly before sliding them into his pocket with the others.

The heat leaves his expression though when your guests rise and he sees you for the first time.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

You’re officially ‘Mrs. Floyd’ and can’t keep the smile off your face as you walk hand in hand down the aisle. The naughty photos forgotten with your newly-wedded bliss.

After the photographer steals the two of you away during the cocktail hour, Bob leads you away from the reception hall.

“Where are we going?” You ask, “Dinner starts in 30 minutes.”

“In here,” He finds your dressing room and ushers you inside, making you instantly remember the photos when he locks the door. You whimper as he turns to you with a dark, heated look.

Your eyes widen and look around in a panic as if there’s somewhere to hide in the wide open room.

He’s onto you before you can even attempt to flee. He pulls you against him, hard and pressing on your stomach while he kisses you roughly with teeth and tongue, distracting you as he walks backward to the couch by the window where you watched him earlier.

Suddenly the world spins and the next thing you know, you’re splayed over Bob’s knees.

“What-what are you doing?” You ask breathily, looking over your shoulder at him, face burning.

You knew there would be a price to pay for your little stunt, but you figured it would be after the festivities tonight, or tomorrow when you get to the hotel for your honeymoon. Surely he’s not going to spank you now, not with all your guests waiting downstairs?

“Your mascara is waterproof, right?” He ignores your question to ask his while he pulls the silky white material of your gown up over your butt. “Fuck,” he whispers when he exposes your soaked lingerie.

“Yes,” you whimper as his fingertips brush the white lace underwear, “why?”

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup when I make you cry,” he murmurs as he tugs your underwear to your thighs.

“Wh-oh!” Your question gets cut off by your gasp as his big, rough hand lands on your ass.

Bob usually drags your spankings out; warming your skin up first, rubbing the sting out between swats, dipping his fingers between your legs to tease your clit and finger your holes while he scolds you for getting so wet, making you count out loud…

But not this time.

This time, he’s merciless. Spanking you over and over with harsh, stinging slaps that steal the breath from your lungs. You’re biting your lip so hard you’re afraid you might draw blood from the effort to stay quiet.

“Been married for an hour and already over my knee,” he sounds so disappointed, but his cock is telling you different; he’s harder than ever against your side.

Tears begin to well in your eyes as he focuses his attention on the lower part of your ass, making sure you feel it every time you sit down for the next few hours as he repeatedly spanks your sit spots, making you squirm as it gets to be too much. Yet your arousal coats your thighs.

The tears start to spill over and your ass is on fire when he finally relents. He’s breathing hard as he guides you onto the couch; propping you over the arm with your knees on the cushions.

You gasp when you hear the click of the camera a moment later

“I think I’ll add these to the ones you gave me today,” he chuckles, “look at me, I wanna capture your sad little pout and those alligator tears, pairs nicely with the redness of your ass.”

You whimper, pussy clenching in need at his words. Your face heats with humiliation as you turn your head to face him, resting your head over your crossed arms.

Another flash and click of the camera before the cushion dips behind you. There’s a moment of fumbling before he guides the head of his thick cock through your arousal and pushes inside.

Your cry is muffled by your arms as he bottoms out inside you, not giving you time to adjust before he pulls out to do it again.

“You think you can get away with teasing me all day Mrs. Floyd?” He growls when you clench around him like a vice at the use of your brand-new name.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so,” he pants. His hand releases the bruising grip on your hip to slap your reddened, tender skin again, “maybe it’ll be later, maybe I’ll let you tomorrow morning, or maybe I won’t until we get back from our honeymoon. Can’t wait to watch you hesitate before you sit down, see you squirm when my cum leaks out of you and stains these pretty white panties,” he snaps the lace against your thigh, “see how you like being teased.”

Other than a needy whine that escapes, you give no further protest; you’re getting exactly what you wanted when you decided to give him those naughty pictures.

His hips slap against yours a few times more before stilling as he releases with a low groan. Your eyes pinch close at the overwhelming need to get your own release as he twitches inside you.

He pulls out of your trembling body before gathering the cum that follows and pushing it gently back inside you before sliding your underwear back up.

Your again neglected pussy pulses with another click of the camera once your undies are back in place.

“Open,” his husky tone has you opening your heavy eyes. You obey, looking at the lens of the camera as you clean his fingers with your mouth. “Good girl,” he hums, capturing it with a final photo.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

A/N: …I have nothing to say about this. No excuses. Nothing. I’m not even ovulating right now. 🥴

Tagging who I think may enjoy this (sorry if I’m wrong!)

@lexixstewart

@dizzybee03

@its-the-pilot

@hisredheadedgoddess28

@atarmychick007

@littlezee80

@k-k0129

@jessicab1991

@landpiranha-blog

@fandomology101

@writtingrose

@rascallyrascalreads

@seitmai

@withahappyrefrain

@blindedbythelightt

@tastefulregularthots

[bardinthezone]

Stardew Valley Dash Simulator

👾 d20--coding . . .

i love programming but sometimes it really just makes you want to bash your head into a wall huh. i'm talking to my computer all day and my computer is just responding with 18 different ways to say "fuck you"

👾 d20--coding . . .

#sounds about right #i'd do the same thing if i was a computer

hahahaha says the girl who eats rocks

🗡wretchedbeastie . . .

this you?

👾 d20--coding . . .

wh. what. where did you even find that

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🤖gogogadgetastra reblogged . . .

✈️doctor-h-starbird . . .

Not much in the skies this week, sadly. But some exciting stuff nonetheless!

Piper M 600 SLS! Hello up there!

TVS-2DTS biplane... dropping... boxes? Supply crates? Not sure if that's safe, I hope whoever that is has the proper permits...

#sky watch weekly

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🗡wretchedbeastie . . .

just got woken up by the farmer knocking on my dad's door at like 6:30am. again.

#the shop is closed on wednesdays #you have to know this by now

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👾 d20--coding reblogged . . .

🛹 radshredder17 Follow . . .

yo joja was bad but at least i never saw morris chug an espresso before sprinting halfway across town and passing out in front of the clinic

#and then they're banging on pierre's door at 7am the next day #like bro are you okay #get some help #or at least some sleep dude #farmer sightings

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🎨leahs_crafts . . .

Just posted the latest sculptures to my online shop!

Plus a 20% off sale on all pins and stickers. Please stop by, and thank you all again for your continued support!

#sculpture #abstract sculpture #drawing #frogs #fantasy #etsy #abstract art #art #artists on tumblr #my art

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🐔 chickenbastard Follow . . .

My aunt and i have been just scrapping by for years out here and yet that fuckin farmer shows up and creates a goddamn empire off of... blueberries? starfruit? chickens that we sold them? Good for them i guess but it'd be nice if life didn't suck ass sometimes.

☀️farmer-is-here . . .

skill issue

🐔chickenbastard Follow . . .

Hello??????

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🤖gogogadgetastra . . .

Working on a big new project, details to come when it's finished! No spoilers, but let's just say... it's big :)

🤖gogogadgetastra . . .

robot gone

👾 d20--coding . . .

what, like it broke??

🤖gogogadgetastra . . .

robot gone

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🍂cindersaprancher Follow

I swear I just saw the farmer run past the ranch into the woods from their farm, and then not 5 minutes later they ran past my ranch.. from town? How did they get there??

# I know I didn't miss them passing by at any point #farmer sightings

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🧿mui-wahhhhhh . . .

hi hi hiiiiii~! I'm preparing a spell of "have a lovely day" for you! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧✯ ~Like~ to charge, ~reblog~ to cast :・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧✯

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☀️farmer-is-here . . .

these mfers don't even know what kind of magic i've got access to. you're wondering how i get around so fast meanwhile i'm out here meeting with a goblin

🗡wretchedbeastie . . .

like. like a whole ass goblin?

☀️farmer-is-here . . .

goblin on deez NUTZ and ASS-WHOLE

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👾 d20--coding reblogged wretchedbeastie . . .

🛹 radshredder17 Follow . . .

Crushing it in Zuzu City, thanks to everyone who came to our latest set!

# stream Dead End Street out now !!!!!!

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🗡wretchedbeastie . . .

someone new moved into pelican town! apparently they're taking up that old crumbling farm?? so exciting, i can't wait to meet them!

🗡wretchedbeastie . . .

date of posting: spring 1, 2016

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🧿mui-wahhhhhh . . .

got a new amethyst today~!! ~^o^~

🗡wretchedbeastie . . .

mmmmm a healthy snack

🧿mui-wahhhhhh . . .

no!!!!!!

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✈️doctor-h-starbird . . .

Not to get too personal on here, but if I have to recusitate the farmer after a botched mining adventure one more time I'm going to be the one needing medical attention. For acute heart failure. My therapist in Zuzu city does not get paid enough for this.

☀️farmer-is-here . . .

is this because i passed out on our anniversary

☀️farmer-is-here . . .

s-sweetie

#im so sorry it wont happen again

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🐔 chickenbastard Follow . . .

THE FARMER IS MARRIED??????

☀️farmer-is-here . . .

🐔 chickenbastard Follow . . .

????????????????????

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🟢green--slime-1938ry Follow . . .

i'm in a fuckin cave

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🪷 bardinthezone . . .

and, scene :)

[supersaiyanjedi14]

SABEZRA WEEK: Day 1 (Oct 28): Swap

*The crew of the Ghost recruits a young street artist into their makeshift family.  As Sabine begins her journey down the path of a Jedi, the ship’s resident Mandaloiran pokes a little fun at her prospects*

“Whatcha got there?”

Brown eyes rolled as the voice rang through the common room.  When Sabine had accepted Kanan’s offer several months back, she had been absolutly estatic.  Hesitent as she was to fall in with a bunch of strangers, she had to admit that the idea of taking a stand against the Empire like this felt good.  There was something rewarding about the feeling that her actions here helping other people, as though their relief was the source of her own happiness.  And that was before Kanan had even spelled out her unique abilities.  She had always known on some level that there was something different about her, but until she had properly learned about the Force, she couldn’t put a finger on it.  Her world had undergone a substanial change in such a short span of time, and the amazing people on this ship were only the tip of the hill.

Most of the time.

While every member of the Ghost’s crew had their own unique quirks to them, the resident demolitions expert in the bright orange armor was the most frustratingly difficult to pin down.  Ezra seemed to be simultaneously guarded about himself and the most annoying little bug in the galaxy.  He seemed to have watched way too many cheesy holodramas about how to flirt, and all it did was make him come across as a try-hard dork.  That wasn’t to say that there wasn’t anything good about him.  Sabine admired his dedication to the crew, and his courage and kindness were obvious to anyone who met him.  And while she had found his flirting irksome at first, she had gotten used to it fairly quickly, due in no small part to her ability to tease him in kind.

“Don’t you have a firecracker to set off in Kallus’s closet somewhere?” she asked without even taking her eyes off her work.

“Nah, that’s next week,” Ezra replied as he strode in and sat down.  “Plus, I need Chopper’s help for that and Hera’s grounded him after that incident with the shield generator.  Anyway, back to what I was asking…”

Seeing as there was no chance of getting rid of him, Sabine relented and fliped her notepad in his direction.  Ezra’s eyes scanned the drawing for a moment before realization dawned.

“Is that you as a Jedi?”

“Something like that,” said Sabine.  On the large sheet of flimsi was a young woman with vibrantly colored hair, though instead of the simple farmers’ fatigues she wore in reality, this girl wore a layered tunic and floor-length hodded robe.  “Kanan told me about some common Jedi practices back before the Empire.  Most of them wore the same basic thing, but there was a lot of personalization, too.  I was just thinking about how to do mine.”

Ezra looked over the sketch again.  She could tell he was taking in her more…unconcentional approach to the garments.  Rather than the brown and tan that Kanan had described as the standard, hers were an explosion of colors.  Layers of red, gold and purple formed the tunic, while the skirt was a deep magenta.  The tabard hanging from her belt was adorned with golden starbirds, the emblem that she had taken to graffiting across the Lothal streets in her years before, while an identical red one was embroidered abover her left breast, just like what she wore now.

"And I thought Jedi were supposed to be minimalistic."

Sabine scoffed at the remark.  "Doesn't mean we have to be boring."  She returned to her notepad, shading in a few more colors.

Ezra spread his arms out in a grandiose gesture.  "I can see it now," he said, pitching his voice to a deep, dramatic baritone.  "Here comes the great and mighty Jedi Master!  Tremble before her hot pink lightsaber and fluorescent purple robes!"

"All this coming from the undersized Mandalorian?"

Ezra's face went red as he was caught off-guard.  His mouth moved for a bit, but no words came.  Sabine smirked.  This round was hers.  While his personality could be just as bold as his explosions, Ezra had a few weak points of his own.  Even with Sabine coming aboard, he was still the youngest and shortest of the crew, something that on paper did not mesh with his Mandaloiran warrior background.  When confronted like this, he would usually insist that he was “compact” rather than short, possibly followed by a swift threat of thermal detonator to the nose.  Yet whenever Sabine poked fun at him, he was always at a loss for words.

If she was being honest, it was kind of cute.

“Besides,” she turned the conversation back to the sketches, “I thought Mandalorians were all about decorating their armor.”

“Well, yeah,” Ezra found his voice again, though there was still a slight embarrassed stammer here and there.  “But there’s a lot of meaning to the color,  plus there’s some important symbols, a few-“

Ezra’s train of thought was cut off as he looked at Sabine.  “Wait,” he said slowly, “are you just trying to weasel a few art points out of me?”

“Mayyybeee…” Sabine drawled out, her voice dripping with teasing mock innocence.  Truth be told, she had been curious about Mandalorian art history for a bit now, and had been wanting to ask Ezra about a anything he might know.  And somewhere in the back of her mind, she was thinking about possibly getting him to open up a little more about himself.

Ezra considered for a moment.  “Alright,” he relented, “I will share with you some of our deep, secret wisdom.”

“Sure,” she said teasingly, scooting over to open up a seat for him.  “show me, oh mighty keeper of ancient lore!”

A few seconds of silence were soon broken by a bursty of laughter from the two teens at their antics.  Once he stopped laughing, Ezra sat down next to Sabine.  “You know,” he said, “In another life, you’d probably be a pretty cool Mandalorian.”

“Hm,” Sabine hummed, “Funny, you’d probably be a pretty interesting Jedi.”

The two shared a few more chuckles as they began to pour over some notes, making small adjustments here and there to the rainbow of Jedi apparel.

[alphaofdarkness]

Oh my gosh, they are soulmates...

—

I am thoroughly impressed with myself that some handfuls of my art recently have been fanfic inspired, precious Sabezra babes have joined in 💙🧡💜

This scene was inspired by @jessicas-pi’s fanfic Starbirds and Wolves! I am a mess for soulmate inspired aus and believe me when I say it wrecked and got me all emotional through the story especially nearing the climax end of the 1st chapter (heck yeah one more potential continuation ^ↀᴥↀ^).

I skim reread the fanfic several times to get the idea of what the scene appeared like and leading up to it. Midway, it does sound like it takes place after the events season 2 and by the conversations between Sabine and Ezra, I assumed that they have their season 3 designs (one of my favorites, and I also semi-referenced @/arrival-layne's Ezra design on how they drew his hair).

I also had fun just figuring out their soulmarks, which is Sabine’s starbird and Ezra’s loth wolf connection, and how they appear on their hands. I really had fun with this, I hope y’all enjoy ✨🐺 Ellos estan muy cansados ;;w;;

[jedimandalorian]

I thought Sabine ought to spray paint “Sabine loves Ezra” on something, but then I realized that she already has.

There’s a Loth-cat at the heart of her Starbird.

Thrawn knows but he doesn’t understand.

The question is, does Ezra understand?

And will Sabine realize what Ezra really means when he says this?

I missed you means

I love you.

[canadiandutchiefangirl]

Henry is talking to a little girl with leukemia named Claudette, according to the board on her wall. She's got dark skin that's turned sort of a pale gray and a bright orange scarf tied around her head, emblazoned with the Alliance Starbird. Instead of hovering awkwardly like Alex expected, Henry is squatting at her side, smiling and holding her hand. "...Star Wars fan, are you?" Henry says in a low, warm voice that Alex has never heard from him before, pointing at the insignia on her headscarf. "Oh, it's my absolute favorite," Claudette gushes. "I'd like to be just like Princess Leia when I'm older because she's so tough and smart and strong, and she gets to kiss Han Solo." She blushes a little at having mentioned kissing in front of the prince but fiercely maintains eye contact. Alex finds himself craning his neck farther, watching for Henry's reaction. He definitely does not recall Star Wars on the fact sheet. "You know what," Henry says, leaning in conspiratorially. "I think you've got the right idea."

RED, WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE -- CASEY McQUISTON (p 44-45)

[mariacallous]

It’s now well understood that generative AI will increase the spread of disinformation on the internet. From deepfakes to fake news articles to bots, AI will generate not only more disinformation, but more convincing disinformation. But what people are only starting to understand is how disinformation will become more targeted and better able to engage with people and sway their opinions.

When Russia tried to influence the 2016 US presidential election via the now disbanded Internet Research Agency, the operation was run by humans who often had little cultural fluency or even fluency in the English language and so were not always able to relate to the groups they were targeting. With generative AI tools, those waging disinformation campaigns will be able to finely tune their approach by profiling individuals and groups. These operatives can produce content that seems legitimate and relatable to the people on the other end and even target individuals with personalized disinformation based on data they’ve collected. Generative AI will also make it much easier to produce disinformation and will thus increase the amount of disinformation that’s freely flowing on the internet, experts say.

“Generative AI lowers the financial barrier for creating content that’s tailored to certain audiences,” says Kate Starbird, an associate professor in the Department of Human Centered Design & Engineering at the University of Washington. “You can tailor it to audiences and make sure the narrative hits on the values and beliefs of those audiences, as well as the strategic part of the narrative.”

Rather than producing just a handful of articles a day,  Starbird adds, “You can actually write one article and tailor it to 12 different audiences. It takes five minutes for each one of them.”

Considering how much content people post to social media and other platforms, it’s very easy to collect data to build a disinformation campaign. Once operatives are able to profile different groups of people throughout a country, they can teach the generative AI system they’re using to create content that manipulates those targets in highly sophisticated ways.

“You’re going to see that capacity to fine-tune. You’re going to see that precision increase. You’re going to see the relevancy increase,” says Renee Diresta, the technical research manager at Stanford Internet Observatory.

Hany Farid, a professor of computer science at the University of California, Berkeley, says this kind of customized disinformation is going to be “everywhere.” Though bad actors will probably target people by groups when waging a large-scale disinformation campaign, they could also use generative AI to target individuals.

“You could say something like, ‘Here’s a bunch of tweets from this user. Please write me something that will be engaging to them.’ That’ll get automated. I think that’s probably coming,” Farid says.

Purveyors of disinformation will try all sorts of tactics until they find what works best, Farid says, and much of what’s happening with these disinformation campaigns likely won’t be fully understood until after they’ve been in operation for some time. Plus, they only need to be somewhat effective to achieve their aims.

“If I want to launch a disinformation campaign, I can fail 99 percent of the time. You fail all the time, but it doesn’t matter,” Farid says. “Every once in a while, the QAnon gets through. Most of your campaigns can fail, but the ones that don’t can wreak havoc.”

Farid says we saw during the 2016 election cycle how the recommendation algorithms on platforms like Facebook radicalized people and helped spread disinformation and conspiracy theories. In the lead-up to the 2024 US election, Facebook’s algorithm—itself a form of AI—will likely be recommending some AI-generated posts instead of only pushing content created entirely by human actors. We’ve reached the point where AI will be used to create disinformation that another AI then recommends to you.

“We’ve been pretty well tricked by very low-quality content. We are entering a period where we’re going to get higher-quality disinformation and propaganda,” Starbird says. “It’s going to be much easier to produce content that’s tailored for specific audiences than it ever was before. I think we’re just going to have to be aware that that’s here now.”

What can be done about this problem? Unfortunately, only so much. Diresta says people need to be made aware of these potential threats and be more careful about what content they engage with. She says you’ll want to check whether your source is a website or social media profile that was created very recently, for example. Farid says AI companies also need to be pressured to implement safeguards so there’s less disinformation being created overall.

The Biden administration recently struck a deal with some of the largest AI companies—ChatGPT maker OpenAI, Google, Amazon, Microsoft, and Meta—that encourages them to create specific guardrails for their AI tools, including external testing of AI tools and watermarking of content created by AI. These AI companies have also created a group focused on developing safety standards for AI tools, and Congress is debating how to regulate AI.

Despite such efforts, AI is accelerating faster than it’s being reined in, and Silicon Valley often fails to keep promises to only release safe, tested products. And even if some companies behave responsibly, that doesn’t mean all of the players in this space will act accordingly.

“This is the classic story of the last 20 years: Unleash technology, invade everybody’s privacy, wreak havoc, become trillion-dollar-valuation companies, and then say, ‘Well, yeah, some bad stuff happened,’” Farid says. “We’re sort of repeating the same mistakes, but now it’s supercharged because we’re releasing this stuff on the back of mobile devices, social media, and a mess that already exists.”

[justarandomgirly]

Henry is talking to a little girl with leukemia named Claudette, according to the board on her wall. She’s got dark skin that’s turned sort of a pale gray and a bright orange scarf tied around her head, emblazoned with the Alliance Starbird.

“…Star Wars fan, are you?” Henry says in a low, warm voice Alex has never heard from him before, pointing at the insignia on her headscarf.

“Oh, it’s my absolute favorite,” Claudette gushes. “I’d like to be just like Princess Leia when I’m older because she’s so tough and smart and strong, and she gets to kiss Han Solo.”

She blushes a little at having mentioned kissing in front of the Prince but fiercely maintains eye contact. Alex finds himself craning his neck farther, watching for Henry’s reaction. He definitely does not recall Star Wars on the fact sheet.

“You know what,” Henry says, leaning In conspiratorially, “I think you’ve got the right idea.”

Claudette giggles. “Who’s your favorite?”

“Hmm,” Henry says, making a show of thinking hard. “I always liked Luke. He’s brave and good, and he’s the strongest Jedi of them all. I think Luke is proof that it doesn’t matter where you come from or who your family is-you can always be great if you’re true to yourself.”

[blackkatmagic]

Feemor and domino time travel fic!!!!!!!! Ooh Kat do tell us more (if you want) *kicking my feet and twirling my hair rn*

:3

Do we take prisoners?

I don’t.

I don’t.

I don’t—

“No,” Hevy gasps, and jerks up. Rolls over, grabbing for a blaster that isn't there—

And freezes, caught in the middle of the burned-out base, everything a ruin around him.

For an instant, he can't quite make the images register. There are the charred corpses of droids, scattered metal parts, only a few retaining walls still standing. All around the base, Rishi stretches, barren and hostile, and Hevy is alone.

Alone except for one bright spot of color, white and gold like something out of a dream, tangled among the scorched and dull grey stone.

Alarm wrenches, and Hevy scrambles up, trips over the wreckage of the station’s controls and only just catches himself in time. The other figure doesn’t move, and Hevy hauls himself over the rubble, slides down a chunk of the ceiling that just missed crushing the other person, and grabs for one broad shoulder.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice rasps like he’s been breathing in smoke for days. He coughs, clears his throat, and crouches down, shaking lightly. “Hey, you alive?”

The gold-pattered white cloth under his hand doesn’t pick up any of the soot from his gauntlet, and Hevy swallows, carefully reaches out. Shifts the body, tugs gently, rolls the person over, and then freezes, breath catching hard in his throat.

Embroidered into the white cloth that curls over the man’s shoulders and across his chest is the starbird and saber of the Jedi Order, done in gold thread. The uniform isn't one Hevy has seen before, even in training holos, but—

The man has a long lightsaber hilt gripped loosely in one hand, and there's nothing else he could be except a Jedi.

A Jedi was on Rishi, Hevy thinks, and swallows, sitting back on his heels. That—that must be why Hevy survived the blast, even though by all rights he shouldn’t have. The Jedi blocked the blast somehow, and got hurt in the process.

Not that he looks hurt. It’s as if none of the ash and dust around them has so much as touched him.

[jessicas-pi]

is it possible for the ask game, if you could do either starbirds and wolves or a guide to the mythical and mysterious (the sabezra mythical creatures au) with directors commentary?

OOOOOH MYTHICAL & MYSTERIOUS DIRECTOR'S CUT ok buckle up I think you've unleashed a ramble monster because this AU has SO MUCH WORLDBUILDING that I haven't got to yet, and I might go off on some tangents. I'll try to restrain myself but I make no promises.

Soooo, I'm just gonna kinda read through it and talk about things as I come to them!

Okay, right off the bat, there's the framing of the fic. It's basically one long scene of Sabine & Ezra hanging out and reading each other's diaries for fun, with a ton of flashbacks. But in the first draft, the framing of the story was completely different! Instead of Sabine & Ezra reading the diaries, it was Rune (their adopted daughter) and Jacen who stole the diaries and were reading them! It had a lot of funny lines, so when I changed it, I saved all the old scenes to be reworked/rewritten into a companion fic.

Oh, another thing! So, Hera is a siren in this AU. Something I learned while researching mythical creatures is that there's basically two types of siren in mythology: the ones that are the same as mermaids, and then there's bird-women with singing powers. She's the bird-woman kind of siren because she flies! (Also, I made her a siren because the first thing Kanan noticed about her was her voice. In the very first draft, she was a selkie, and she and kanan had a meet cute where he very innocently picked up her coat that she'd dropped to return it to her and she thought he was stealing it and tackled him.)

And on the topic of selkies, Zeb's a selkie! He's purple because of a prank gone wrong. (Sabine thought the dye would wash right out of his coat! Honest!)

OOH, so, I just got to the part where Sabine's diary entry is about Ezra joining the crew, and that reminded me! One flashback scene that I wrote and ended up cutting was how Sabine and Ezra met. It was very little-mermaid-esque, but with a lot more confused screaming.

Hmmm, not much I can think of in the next few sections...

AH WAIT OK SO THERE'S THIS BIT!!

It had been rough at the beginning, but ever since he got rid of that red crystal pendant he brought up from the trenches of Malachor, he’d been much easier to get along with.

So, in case context doesn't give it away, the crystal he took from the trenches of Malachor is basically the Sith holocron. Dark side planets/places in general (Malachor, Dathomir, etc.) are various trenches and such in this---the deeper in the sea, the Darker the place. And Malachor itself...

Well, lets just say, I may have been slightly (incredibly) obsessed by the deep sea as a kid, so Malachor is my JAM.

Instead of a Sith temple, that giant pyramidal structure is replaced by an underwater volcano. The various pillars and columns scattered across the surface of Malachor are now hydrothermal vents (my beloveds). There's also a lot of bleached bones---whale falls, and (more creepily) merfolk skeletons.

OHH AND THAT BRINGS ME TO VARIOUS DARKSIDERS.

So, Force-sensitives are all merfolk in this AU (but not all merfolk are force-sensitive). But Dark-side merfolk look much different than regular mer. I'm drawing a lot of inspiration from creepy deep sea animals (also my beloveds). All merfolk have bioluminescent patterns that shift colors, but Dark-siders have theirs permanently turned red. partly because of the red lightsaber thing, but also because no red light reaches the deep sea, so a lot of animals are red because they're essentially invisible, UNLESS they're seen by an animal that emits red light and can therefore see/hunt/kill the red animals, so emitting red light symbolizes how the Dark mer have become exclusively predatory and destructive.

uhhh I got kinda distracted there. ANYWAY,

Oh, there's that line about how Ezra has a habit of curling his tailfin around people's legs so he doesn't float away mid-conversation! So, there's lore to that. Basically, it's a mer-child thing. Little Mer don't have enough control of their body in the water to stay in one place. Kanan doesn't do it, because he grew up with the merfolk and in this AU he was an adult by the time they were wiped out, so he learned to adjust himself in the water with little movements. Ezra was a child when the merfolk were killed, so he never learned that and the habit of holding onto people with his tail has carried over, which is why he still does it as an older teenager.

Pff oh yeah also. that "this is... detailed" thing. I know the details. I know all the details. I will not be elaborating. Some things must remain unknown.

Oh! And the scene where they're talking up in the crow's nest of the ship and it's mentioned that Sabine spends time up there! That was a reference to Krownest! Get it? Crow's nest? Krownest? hehehe i'm so funny

OH OH OH SABINE'S BACKSTORY!! This wasn't elaborated much in the first draft but with the rewrite it got more attention. Although the circumstances are different than in canon, I tried to keep a lot of it the same---Sabine goes into a situation willingly trusting someone who doesn't have her best interests at heart and gets blindsided by their betrayal. ALSO ANOTHER FUN FACT!! In the original version she was an Amazon and not a Valkyrie!! But then I changed it up so she only joined the Amazons for a time after leaving her old life behind. She was determined to join their ranks and fit in, despite all the culture clashes, but when her Amazonian battle-sister left her for dead after she was injured in a skirmish, Sabine cut all her ties with them and left.

Ahh yeah this bit never fails to make me giggle.

“All right, all right,” she laughed. “Maybe I was a little slow in admitting my feelings for you.” “Aha! So you do have feelings for me!” He pointed a victorious finger at her.

At first glance, it's cute banter that hints that their friendship has started developing into a romance. Gains a new level of comedy when you reread it knowing that by this point, they're married.

Heheh the boat ride to krownest scene. Kanan's blind and he still knows they're silently flirting with each other.

OOH! JET! K I'm gonna probably go on a ramble now, anyway: Jet was Sabine's pegasus since she was a child. She left Jet behind when she ran away. During this AU's version of "Imperial Supercommandoes," they're confronted by Gar Saxon and his cronies on pegasi. He tells Sabine that after her mother became the leader of the Valkyries, she "generously gave us access to her stables." In reality, Ursa's hand was forced and the pegasi were taken from her. Sabine recognizes one of the horses there as Jet, and he recognized her. During the fight that followed, Jet's rider was shot, and Sabine grabbed his reins and she and Ezra made their getaway with him.

(In Heroes of Mandalore, instead of being bad at flying a jetpack, Ezra got stuck with a pegasus who hated him and kept trying to buck him off in midair lol)

Hmmm going on...

Oh! Ezra is an ocean Merfolk, and like saltwater (ocean) fish, he can't survive (shapeshifted into his mer-form) in freshwater. That's why it was so dangerous for him to jump in after Sabine fell through the ice---it was a freshwater lake.

Also, the scene where he deliriously asks her to take him to Valhalla if he dies, because "merfolk don't have anywhere to go," is a reference to the original fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen, where mermaids turn to seafoam when they die.

Ahhhh yes, the necklace! I think I said this before in the tags of one of my merfolk art posts, but, so, for merfolk, giving handmade shell-jewelry is usually a marriage proposal, but it's not, like, automatically legally binding or anything. So basically, when 15-year-old Ezra gave Sabine her shell necklace, it was the equivalent of if you jokingly got down on one knee and offered your unrequited crush a cheap plastic ring from a cereal box or something, expecting her to roll her eyes, but instead she's like "Aw thanks! A ring!" and she starts unironically wearing the cheap plastic ring all the time and now you realize that she doesn't know it was a joke proposal because apparently rings don't go with proposals in her culture and you can't explain the joke now, it's way too late, and you want to die of embarrassment.

Oh yeah also Ezra found a pair of elaborate jewel-encrusted daggers in a shipwreck and gave them to Sabine. This is a reverse necklace situation--to reuse the metaphor, it's like if your best friend got down on one knee, pulled out a gorgeous diamond ring, and said "I found this in a gravel pit! It's for you cause I know you like cool rings bestiegirl!! :D" and you're like "...uh... thanks!" and you take the ring because it is a cool ring and you do love cool rings and you don't tell him that he basically proposed because apparently rings don't go with proposals in his culture.

mmmm yeah the love's lights scene. ahhh so much I could say. I guess, it was really fun in this part (and throughout the whole fic) to explore how Ezra wasn't entirely human, and how his merfolk instincts would affect him, especially regarding the way merfolk fall in love and the once-a-year merfolk festival. I actually have an outlined idea for a fic in the series that's about weird merfolk quirks and different traditions they have, so I might explore things more in that one.

ah man I am never gonna get tired of writing Sabine deciding to do random impromptu flirting and Ezra bluescreening over it.

oh yeah shoutout to Robert Louis Stevenson by the way, I stole a plot device from him (character hides in an apple barrel and overhears Important Things)

And then Rune and Jacen come in at the end! This was an adaptation of one of the original scenes of the fic that I mentioned at the beginning of this.

One other thing, I guess--the character named Koti is an orphaned mermaid girl that Kanan and Hera took in, so she's Jacen's little sister. the "guppies," as Rune calls them, are her three merfolk siblings--two of them are adopted and one is a sabezra kid. (said adopted children may or may not be rey and finn.) (Oh, and the guy Rune has a crush on? Poe Dameron. Obviously.)

Hmmm I think that's about it for this director's cut! Which is probably good considering I just dumped slightly under 2k words of ramble on ya

Thank you for the ask!! :D

[cyberqueennn]

Hi, I'm not the artist type, but I'm pretty proud of this.

My best friend recently gave me this bag and allowed me to "personalize" it (because I clearly don't share imperial thinking lol) and it ended up looking like this. The phrase on the bag says "Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore", which means "Pressure makes gems, ease makes decay." It's my favorite Mandalorian proverb.

Also, I added the Starbird as a symbol, because it's practically Sabine Wren's personal signature and she means a lot to me. Here you have what it originally looked like and how it turned out, I hope you like it 💜

[mynameismckenziemae]

Who Do You Belong To?

Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: Teasing Bob leads to getting a reminder on who you belong to.

Warnings: 18 + ONLY! MDNI! This work contains smut, mean!dom Bob 🤤, oral (f receiving), temperature play, spanking, ruined orgasm, humiliation, bondage, blindfolds, sensation play, cum play, implied Bob x Natasha x you, etc.

Thank you @phoenix-rising-starbird-one for the prompt 😘 I hope you enjoy it!

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“No wonder Bob keeps you around,” Nat teases with a wink.

“Hmm?” You turn to her, confused. Until she nods to your lips currently wrapped around the base of your popsicle. “Oh stop!”

“I’m kidding,” she laughs, “I know he loves all of your assets. Especially this one,” she squeezes your rear before running off in the sand, leaving you alone under the tent.

But only for a moment. There are familiar hands on your ass seconds after you bend over to get water from the cooler.

“Nat,” you gasp as you rise when the hands squeeze, “not in front of Bob.”

“Ha-ha,” he chuckles into your neck, “real funny. I watched you let her touch what’s mine, naughty girl. That’s why I came over.”

“Not in the mood to share today?” You ask, turning to look up at him while you bring the rapidly melting popsicle to your lips.

His eyes darken and his cock hardens fully against your ass as he watches you suck the full length of it into your mouth.

The memory of the last time you and Bob played with Natasha makes your eyes roll back. You moan at both the sweet memory and flavor, “so good.”

He spins you to lap up the sticky drops that landed on your chest before kissing a line up to your ear to growl, “I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

“What are you gonna do to me, sir?” You ask innocently before slowly pumping the popsicle in and out of your mouth.

His eyes drift close at that. He takes a deep breath before opening them; now full of sark, delicious promise. “You’ll see. Now go get in the truck while I tell everyone the heat is getting to you.”

“Yes sir,” you whisper before pulling the rest of the frozen treat from the stick with your lips and swallowing.

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While the air inside the house is cool, your skin feels sticky and overheated as Bob watches you strip naked. He then guides you onto the bed before lifting your hands above your head, securing them around the wrought iron bars of the bed frame with one of his ties.

He ignores your whine when you see him pull out the blindfold next before the world goes dark.

Then he makes you wait. His footsteps walk out of your bedroom and down the stairs, before heading to the kitchen. The ceiling fan does little to cool your feverish skin and soon you grow impatient. But just when you start to squirm he’s climbing the stairs.

He sets something down beside you before his clothes hit the floor. The bed dips as he straddles your thighs and you sigh when he leans down for a kiss, chasing his lips when he pulls away too soon.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, his hand leaving your jaw to reach for something.

“Mickey? I love the way he says my nam-“ your teasing cuts off with a gasp as something cold and wet touches your lips.

His low chuckle makes you shiver, along with the ice cube he’s trailing down your jaw, over your racing pulse point to the base of your throat.

It melts quickly in your heated skin and he leans in to lick up where it’s pooled. “Try again. Who do you belong to?”

“Maybe Jake? You know he was going to ask me out before he knew we were-,” you stutter as he runs a fresh cube between the valley of your breasts then up to your nipple, circling the peaked bud over and over until it melts. The lukewarm trickles fall down your sides and you inhale sharply when he sucks the nearly numb bud into his hot mouth, biting down and tugging gently before releasing. “Nope, not Jake either. Who do you belong to?”

“Javy, I think. I hear he shares girls with Jake…fuck!” You keen as he starts the same delicious torture on the other breast. The cold-to-hot sensation has you panting and lifting your hips in a silent plea.

“I can do this all night,” he says, a little breathless too. “Who do you belong to?”

“Mav…” your voice begins to tremble as he trails another down your stomach while he shoulders his way between your thighs, “I’ve always had a thing for older-”

Though you know it’s coming, you still jolt from the shocking cold touch to your clit. He rubs the melting cube around your bundle of nerves, dips it inside your pussy, and ends by gliding over your puckered hole. Just when you think it can’t get worse, he blows cool air over the path before starting again with a new cube. The sheets beneath you are soon soaked from the melting ice and your arousal.

“Wrong,” he flicks your clit with his tongue once. “Who do you belong to?”

“Bradley?!” It comes out as a shout as he begins to devour you, his mouth feels burning hot, “He-he’s got a big co-“

He forces two chilly fingers inside you, curling them relentlessly against your g-spot. Your hands strain against the silk tie, wanting nothing more than to feel his hair between your fingers as you hurdle toward release.

You cry out when he pulls away, fingers still fucking you, “My cock’s bigger. Who do you belong to?”

He lowers his mouth to your clit, sucking the same rhythm as his fingers; his name is on the tip of your tongue as you tip over the edge…

And then he stops. He releases your pulsing clit and pulls his fingers out as you sob; orgasm effectively ruined.

“Nat,” your voice breaks, “s-s-she does that thing with her tongue.”

Your dark world suddenly spins; the air pushes from your lungs as you land on your stomach, arms now crossed above your head.

“Only when you earn it,” he taunts, sounding so composed while your tears soak the blindfold. “Who do you belong to?”

You’re happy he can’t see your pout as you shake your head, refusing to give in so easily after he ruined your orgasm.

The chill of the ice is welcome as he zig-zags over the sweat-dampened skin of your spine before continuing lower to your ass, covering both cheeks as if he’s painting.

You don’t even realize his hand leaves your nearly numb skin until it lands sharply a moment later, making you gasp.

He leaves a matching handprint on the other side before asking again, “Who do you belong to?”

You’re torn between ending this sweet torture and seeing how far he’ll go.

He’s running another ice cube down your back before you can decide, tracing his red handprints and leaving two more.

“Who do you belong to?” He repeats, voice low and gravelly; he’s affected too.

“Y…” your answer dies on your tongue as he runs the same path again down your back, this time placing it between your cheeks to melt and make you squirm.

“You!” You wail just as he lifts his hand to presumably spank you again, “I belong to you!”

“There it is,” the cocky smirk evident in his voice, “Finally learn your lesson?”

“Yes sir,” you whisper shakily, tears still leaking from your eyes. He spanks each side once more before he flips you back over, chuckling at the hiss that escapes when your tender cheeks touch the sheets. He crawls over you before sliding to your knees and slides inside you with a satisfied grunt.

“Did you really?” He asks, fucking you at an agonizingly slow pace as you nod eagerly. “About damn time.”

Your lip quirks at that; both of you know you’ll need reminding again soon.

“Whose lips are these?” He murmurs, running his fingertips across them.

“Yours,” you answer before opening your mouth to suck on his offered fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises, cupping your breasts next before pinching your still-sensitive nipples, “and your tits?”

“Yours,” you moan, clenching at the pleasure-pain.

“Mhmm,” he hums, hands continuing south, gripping your ass tightly, his hips starting to thrust faster, “how about this perfect, round, beautiful, tight ass?”

“Yours!” You keen, hurdling towards the edge.

“That’s right,” he pants. His fingers find your clit to circle as he begins to lose control. “And this pussy that’s always wet and ready for me?”

“Yours! I’m all yours,” you gasp as the pleasure overtakes you.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Bob’s drawn-out groan makes you clench as he pulls out to cum over your stomach and tits, marking his territory.

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“I love you,” Bob murmurs a few minutes later as he unties your wrist. He kisses the redness that’ll be gone by morning before removing the damp blindfold.

You smile sleepily, eyes too heavy to open and too fucked out to reply with words.

“Be right back,” he whispers. You nod once, assuming he’s getting a washcloth to clean you.

When he returns your brow furrows in confusion as there’s not one, but two tongues lapping up Bob’s spend from your body instead of the damp cotton you’d expected.

“Hey beautiful,” Nat’s voice makes smile as you slowly open your eyes, “I heard you like that thing I do with my tongue.”

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A/N: not sure how Phoenix snuck in there but 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tagging my Bob girlies (gn):

@lexixstewart

@dizzybee03

@its-the-pilot

@hisredheadedgoddess28

@atarmychick007

@littlezee80

@k-k0129

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@jessicab1991

@lonelysoul50

@landpiranha-blog

@fandomology101

@writtingrose

@rascallyrascalreads

[virtie333]

20 Questions for 20 Writers

Thank you for the tag, @randomfoggytiger

I've done the old questions before, so I'm doing yours this time!

1. Is writing a hobby or way of life?

Hobby. But it's kept me alive. If that makes sense.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript?

Perfectionist that I am, I want the clean, completed manuscript.

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration?

For the last 4 1/2 years, it's been these two Star Wars characters named Poe and Rey. As for story inspiration, it can come from anywhere in my daily life.

4.Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing?

I've only had a handful of people I idolize read my final drafts (and I squeal in joy every time!), so I think I would be even more excited if they wanted to read my first draft. Listening to me sing, not so much.

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective?

The first time I wrote from Poe's POV is what made me fall helplessly in love with him, so I guess you could say yes?

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN?

AO3. I do post my Damerey on FFN, never used LiveJournal, and Tumblr hates my writing, so...

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it?

931,831. Almost to 1 million, baby!

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably?

I'm going to have to say The Force Awakens, because to this day I can still feel the excitement and anticipation I felt whenever I went to see it in the theater (which was 7 times!). It brought back the joy I had for Star Wars as a child, and the characters have been an important part of my life for almost 9 years now.

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it?

I've been given so many amazing compliments throughout the years, but I think one of my favorites was when someone told me I 'paint with words.'

10. What defines your writing style?

Emotional. As a romance writer, I want my readers to FEEL the love, even if that means some angst first.

No pressure tags: @ivystoryweaver, @walkawaytallblogs, @coneygoil, @campingwiththecharmings

@for-a-longlongtime, @electricbluebutterflies, @runa-falls, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

@reallyrallyauthor, @soft-girl-musings, @agent-troi, @seleneisrising

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one, @ladywynne, @whatthefishh, @missdictatorme

@spacecowboyhotch, @the-little-ewok and anyone else who wants to play!

[roosterforme]

Last Line Game

I was tagged by the lovely @goldenseresinretriever and @phoenix-rising-starbird-one

Rules: Share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

"Oh," you said, pressing your palm to your chest as you regained your footing. "It's just you."

"Just me," Bradley Bradshaw replied with a shrug. He surveyed your body, and you could tell he was trying his best not to react to your outfit. Or lack thereof.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Yes. I'm still in my pajamas."

"I didn't say a word about it," he replied immediately, those brown eyes suddenly feigning innocence. 

No pressure tags: Everyone who wants to play (but especially hoping for you know what from @withahappyrefrain)