#drabble thought

[mamisfavmosher]

warning: breeding kink ahead and some noncon

WHAT IF reader broke up with dark! damian and dark! rhea a little while back and obviously they keep tabs on her, but they see her at a bar one night, flirting with a random guy…

when the guy isn���t paying attention, the two of them drag reader back to the car, hold her down, and take turns breeding her…

when they’re done, they pull her underwear back up and force her back into the bar to go flirt with the guy some more :)))

[aalt-ctrl-del]

im waiting to see how my friend is doing. She’s taking a train to visit her gf in another valley, but she’s supposed to be asleep because she’d been up all night to hit a few rides.

because if something happens to her, I will kill everyone on this site and then myself

[radicalrebelcat]

I have a question, Does Ahsoka Know about Leia? I mean, she’s clearly in cahoots with Bail- has he purposely just never mentioned “I have a daughter, I adopted her... her mother was Senator Amidala.” I know, he would be trying to protect Leia- but surely Ahsoka would be aware of his public image, which includes his princess daughter. Wouldn’t she at least think: Her birthday... that’s around the same time as order 66... I dunno, It just feels like Ahsoka should have been Leia’s master ?:

[bluphnix]

The reverberations of strummed acoustic guitar filter around the park; notes floating through on the air. Floating along on the slowly dimming rays of sun, still lingering about. Tinging the wisps of cloud pink and purple, while bouncing off the water in golden shimmers. It’s a bittersweet melody- yet soothing. Soothing is good, achy legs and sore feet abound; toes digging greatfully into the cool blades of grass. There were 13.1 miles of road, sidewalk, and sea-wall, traveled earlier.

"Only hate the road when you’re miss’n home…" the singer croons over the bittersweet melody. Just guitar and voice, so simple, so perfect. Blue eyes flicker to the sky, to long time friends, the crowd and stage. Perfection. The sun beams fading further - vague hints of stars begin twinkling in the dreamy twilight. The melody wafts on, the singer crooning still. There is no hate for the road, only contentment under the Vancouver sky.