#they set you up for the race they think you’re gonna have ans if you don’t have that race you might randomly drop 16 seconds.

[moonshynecybin]

you question frankie’s/team’s bike setup abilities and they immediately fuck up marc’s front tyre pressure 💀

frankie kills me he’s like wow. we need to improve marc’s setup. if only there were some person in charge of improving marc setup. some sort of engineer. like he’s ALWAYS like if i could just find marc’s race engineer i would give him a piece of my MIND !

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 ��𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

[zankivich]

An Unexpected Romance: Chris Evans x Black! Female Reader Part 1

a/n: *sticks head out* omg hi. It’s been a while. A long while. Somehow I am back writing for another white man, a different one this time. We can only hope he does not disappoint as drastically as the last one does. I genuinely have no idea if this is good? I think it’s kinda cute, and I’ve been feeling very traumatized in regards to blackness lately so I really needed some black and brown women having a good time and being happy. We deserve that tbh. There could obvi be another part to this. Let me know if anyone even cares enough for that lol. Okay bye now. 

Part 2 Part 3

There’s an unspoken rule amongst you and your friends. Like a secret code, if you will. If a man hits on you at the bar and you’re not interested, and friends always know when you’re not interested, swarm and diffuse the situation. But? If a man hits on you at the bar and you are interested? Then that is a different story entirely.

It was a Thursday night out with the girls. You were at your favorite bar. It was quiet and quaint but still modern enough to attract a younger crowd. Sometimes there’s nothing better than getting dressed up and sipping on drinks with your girls. No dancing or club hopping or excessive uber rides. Just one bar, shit talk, and a lot of bacardi.

You were all sat directly at the bar in high standing chairs, Your back was turned to the entrance as you listened intently to your friend Tanya complain about her latest Hinge hook up.

“Can you believe I took my fine ass self all the way over to that nigga’s house in satin shorts? Satin! And he had a pizza box on his bedside table and the second he laid me down my back hit a bong. Make it make sense Jesus.”

Tanya was a beautiful Black woman. She was taller than all of you at six feet, and she strutted every step. Her skin was deep espresso and she was almost always rocking a vibrant colored wig that matched a vibrant colored outfit. Tonight’s color was lavender.

“I don’t know how many times we have to tell ya ass to stay away from them white boys.” You snorted, sticking your tongue out in search of your straw.

Your friends, Tanya, Raya, and Jesse all did a collective eye roll in your direction that did not go unnoticed.

“Yes ladies?” You asked with a straightened spine and arched brow.

Jesse was one of them girls you would have hated in high school. Skinny waist, slim thick thighs, and skin so clear that her Puertio Rican skin was only left to dazzle and shine. She had long, tight curls that hung all the way down to her belly button, and she always kept them gelled down and tied back. She, like all of your friends, did not hold back when it came to the group. You were honest, thick as thieves, and frankly a little brutal.

“You don’t even count. Your refusal to go near a white man is excessive and weird.” She cackled. “You're just as bad as Tanya, just on the other end of the spectrum sis.”

“Excuse me? Now Tanya dates boys...I date men. You see the difference? And if I am gone lie in some ivory sheets there’s gonna have to be some extra special attention being paid to me. And trust, there always is.”

You stuck your tongue out lewdly and laughed sending the whole table into a fit of giggles. You all clinked your glasses together and revelled in the atmosphere of melanin, acceptance, and tomfoolery. What a group.

“You tellin’ me that if a fine ass man walked in here right now and checked every box: his own money, his own car, intelligent, funny, etcetera,  and he just happened to be of the vanilla variety you wouldn’t bite?” Raya asked.

Raya was the thickest of the group, voluptuous in every sense of the word and also the only one happily married. She just put up with y’all honestly.

You rolled your eyes through with the conversation already.

“I’m saying...he’d have to be pretty fucking special and pretty fucking dedicated. Men are a headache as it is. I don’t need the added layer of some man pulling at my weave like I’m Lilly Ane from his hometown,  or asking me to do race play in the bedroom. Now I’m going to the bathroom and when I come back I’d like for us to talk about literally anything else? Okay? Okay.”

You slid out of your seat and headed for the bathroom with the grace and power of a woman in her thirties who had managed the insecurities of her younger self and had decided to only live her life revelling in her own excellence.

If Tayna was the darkest of the group you weren't at all far behind. If she was expresso, you were simply an americano with a dash of cream. And you rocked it with a full head of curls that ranged from nappy to bursting with life and moisture depending on both the day and temperature. It was all set upon the shoulders of a woman with curves and hips and chest. It was your body and you loved it endlessly, a matter quite evident in the way you walked.

That night you were wearing a coral pink jumpsuit with a long, flowy kimono and heels to match. Your kimono billowed behind you and made you feel fierce, even on the walk to the bathroom, which is perhaps why you weren’t paying that much attention. One second you’re strutting in the heels that you only wore when there wouldn’t be too much standing, and the next you’re slipping on some liquid that must have been spilt on the floor. Your whole life flashed before your eyes. The wind flew out of your lungs. This was the end…

And then you were caught by the waist. Not caught, more like gripped. Firmly. And perhaps not the waist so much as the hips. You expected to be lying straight on the floor staring up at the ceiling, and instead you were staring at a chest. A firm chest. No not firm. Chiseled might be a better description. So chiseled that your hands began to wander amongst the suit clad flesh before your mind had caught up with you. Heafer.

“Oh my god. Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I can’t believe I--”

You peered up into deep blue eyes and let’s not forget that your fingers were still wandering along that chest. Had a chest ever been so broad? No. Not unless you count Captain America apparently.

“Please, I always like to pull a rescue mission before dinner. Makes me feel like I earned my meal.” He grinned down at you.

Chris Evans. What are even the statistical chances? You wouldn’t know, you were too busy drooling.

His hands were still on your hips. Yours still on his chest. And now you were just plain staring at him. Good look.

A waiter with a towel to clean up the mess broke up the moment by clearing their throat and alerting the two of you that you were way too close to one another still.

“Oh--Oh.” You mumbled idiotically. “You’re…”

He nodded. “Chris. And you are?”

“I’m...I’m…”

The waiter snickered under their breath and you realized just how much you were ruining this moment. You straightened your spine and tried to act like you had some sort of sense.

“I’m y/n. Thank you again for the save. I was actually just on my way to the bathroom so I’ll uh let you get back to your night and try not to fall on you again.” You smiled.

“Yea, we definitely wouldn’t want that would we?” He asked.

But the way his face was looking told you maybe he might not mind it after all. Sheesh.

“Okay well uh you have a nice night, Chris.”

You tapped at his hands on your hips and he quickly stumbled back with an apology. It was the first time he looked even the slightest bit flustered in your interaction with him. You found that you liked it.

“You have a nice night too, y/n.”

You smiled at him one final time before walking to the bathroom as you had intended. But he didn't leave your mind the entire time you were there. And not just because it was Chris Evans, it didn’t feel fair to call it star struck. That was too simple, too miniscule.  Instead it was the way his hands had felt on your hips. You had the tendency to lean away from men, didn’t feel comfortable with them when you didn't know who they were. And yet there you had stood, completely at ease in his hold. You couldn’t explain it even to yourself. He had just felt right.

“Of course he felt right, he’s practically a figment of your imagination.” You mumbled to yourself at the sinks.

That was it. He didn’t even count. The only time you ever saw him was on your netflix account, so surely your perception was warped. The reality was that Chris Evans was just another white man who looked good in a sweater. The end.

That’s what you convinced yourself as you walked back to your friend, but not without taking extra precautions against the floor. By the time you arrived back at your table you had done the mental gymnastics needed to completely eliminate him from your system. Good girl.

“Now, I trust you all found something better to talk about while I was away.” You grinned as you slid back into the table.

All of your friends were snickering behind their hands and they wasted no time at all laughing at you.

“Oh did we!” Jesse laughed. “You see we had just moved on to a new topic when a little someone got a drink delivered to the table.”

Your eyes widened as Jesse pushed a glass of what looked like processo closer your way. She then pointed over by the bar leading the entire table to turn that way. Seated by his seat with his arms leaning against the bar, shoulders even broader against the wood, was none other than Chris Evans himself. As if on a Hollywood cue he turned to look at you with a smile that was both innocent and filthy at the same time. He lifted a drink of his own in the air and tilted it in your direction in silent cheers. If you had been ten shades lighter you’da blushed like a schoolgirl. It was ridiculous.

“Now...What was that you were saying about white boys sis?” Tanya asked.

You groaned to yourself softly and plopped your head down in your hands in embarrassment. This was only to notice that your sparkling glass of prosecco was perched upon a napkin with his phone number written upon it. Home boy was slick and he was bold. A man confident enough to come put himself out there, and respectful enough to do it in a way that wasn’t disruptive or rude to your friends nor yourself. It was the sort of thing that made you take notice for sure, which explained why your girlfriends were looking at you like cats that had just discovered the canary.

“What? What?! What?” You gasped at the table, clearly annoyed.

Jesse grinned. “What’chu mean ‘what’, mija! You gone get your mans or what?”

They all giggled and looked clearly in his direction, only embarrassing you further.

“Stop it!” You hissed. “He is not ‘my mans’ by any stretch of the imagination. He probably just feels bad for me slipping. I fell and he caught me. Clearly he’s a gentleman, which is nice but that don’t mean nothin.”

“Girl please! This man done sent you prosecco and a phone number. That’s like a rich modern version of a love letter. You better go talk to that man.” Raya snorted.

Women who hype up other women are the world’s greatest treasure. You loved your friends with everything in you, and you valued all of their intellects greatly. However, this was not a regular-degular man. This was literally a superhero. You had confidence for days, but this was simply a different stratosphere. You were just about to silence your friends again when a ghost must have descended because everyone else began to gasp.

“Girl he movin’. Captain America is comin in for the landing.” Raya stage-whispered.

“Oooo you know what? Suddenly I have to pee.” Tanya mumbled.

“Oh me too!” Jesse nodded.

And just like that….your table was empty. The audacity!

“Wow. I sure can clear a room huh?” He chuckled, stepping up beside you. “I hope I don’t offend too much.”

You sighed turning to face him head on.

“You certainly do not offend. In fact, I think my friends are around some corner cackling like the witches they are. They just wanted to give you space to shoot your shot.”

He smiled with a raised eyebrow. “My shot, huh? I better not fuck it up them.”

You shrugged, eyes raking gently over him. Beyond the obvious attraction, it was important for you to search for any warning signs. His body language was good. He had one hand draped over the back of your chair, but he stood two steps back from the table so that he wasn’t over-crowding your space. He seemed to be aware of himself physically, an important marker in your estimation. He was playful enough, but also clearly interested if he’d decided to come up to the table after all that. This did not bode well for you at all. The man was kinda nice.

“I just wanted to see if you were enjoying your drink is all.”

Your fingers flitted with the glass before pulling it to your lips for a sip. The way his eyes seemed to follow the motion had a heat pooling in your gut.

“I do enjoy a good prosecco.” You nodded. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure. I didn’t want to be too forward but uh--I think you’re stunning and  I was wondering if I could take you out sometime.” He murmured.

Your legs were crossed in your seat, and you bobbed your leg a little, anxiety coursing through you.

“Were you afraid the number on the napkin was too subtle?”

He chuckled softly, eyes falling to the ground in an almost...embarrassed fashion? Lord, please.

“Sorry, I tend to second guess myself. I never know how people are gonna take me with my line of work. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to set up a one night stand or something. Wanted to show you I’m genuinely interested.”

Well that was unnervingly wholesome. Where they get this man from?

You let a small grin form across your mouth, a metaphorical step forward closer to his very inviting energy.

“Well, I do like the sound of stunning.”

“Yea? I think I could say some other stuff you’d like too if you give me a chance. What do you say?”

He licked the edge of his lip and it really was so miniscule but it had your thighs tightening in a way that was unholy. Rude.

You couldn’t say yes just off principle. Ten minutes ago you had just shamed all your friends for their white proclivities and the first one that walks off the street and bats his eyelashes at you causes you to cave? The hypocrisy! But...he was fine. Like capital “F” fine. Fwine with a “w”, fine. And it’s not like he was going to take you home to pizza boxes and lost bongs and then hit you up for gas money later. He was more set in his life than you were. Him being rich wasn’t even for you to utilize; it just felt good to know that he was accomplished and secure for himself. Again you dated men...not boys. And yet still you found yourself in such a conundrum.

“You look hesitant.” He noted, eyes locking onto yours.

You nodded. “I am...Excuse my bluntness but I had just gotten done explaining to my friends that dating white men often comes with more hassle than good. It can be difficult to connect cross-culturally. And quite frankly y’all are usually racist and/or fetishists. I’m not looking to upset your mama, nor am I looking to play slave master in the bedroom.”

Honestly the little speech was usually enough to send weaker men running. You say the r-word to a white man when you’re a black woman and he either calls you the n-word or gets upset and walks away. That had been your experience thus far. Not always, but enough to set precedence. The fact that he bothered to stay at the table further already separates himself from the pack.

“I can understand where you’re coming from.” He nodded, and a crease formed subtly between his eyebrows. “Not that I could ever really understand, just that I understand your hesitancy towards me. And I understand that it’s more complicated for you than it is for me. I really wish it wasn’t that way, but obviously that isn’t exactly something you and I can fix together in this very moment.”

You steadied for yourself for his next words, sure that he was about to leave you with, “have a nice life, I’ve got a spandex fitting in the morning.” There was a feeling in your tummy that felt out of place. You noted absently that it was a flutter of disappointment. And then he kept speaking.

“I don’t want to change your opinions on all white guys. I’d be willing to wager that most of us suck, and you probably should definitely steer clear.”

This caused you to snicker a little bit, a smile coming back to your face. He practically beamed in response, teeth coming together in a megawatt smile.

“However, I’d truly hate to never see that smile again.” He groaned and layed a firm hand against his own chest. “I don’t wanna change your mind about all of us...but maybe I can change your mind about me. I don’t want to feshitize you, I don’t want some weird power play between us. I don’t wanna do anything that would hurt you or make you uncomfortable. I just wanna take a really beautiful woman out if I could, if you’ll have me? Please? And if not, I take no as my answer and I walk away a little wounded, and you’ll still be here, stunning as always.”

Ooof. Boy was good. Real good.

You twisted your lips together and eyed him another time as if you were seeing each other for the very first time. Seemingly good guy. Persistent, not demanding. Willing to have conversations about race? Biceps the size of your head. Damn it was like the devil had crafted him especially for you.

“You know I think my friends have been spying long enough. I should probably meet up with them.” You mumbled.

You reached for the check in front of you adding your tip to your total and squaring out your tab. The way his eyes raked over you did not go unnoticed, unfelt. With the check closed and on the table you reached for one of the cocktail napkins on the table, pen still in hand, and wrote a note of your own. Sliding from your seat, you reached for the prosecco and downed the fizzy beverage before pressing the napkin to his chest with your nail. There was confusion, and perhaps a bit of hurt, in his baby blue eyes. This was gonna be some real trouble for you.

His palm came to rest over yours, trapping your fingers against his chest. There was a warmth there that seemed to leave your fingertips tingling. Definitely trouble.

“You have a nice night Chris.” You grinned.

His hand fell away from yours at the slightest movement on your part. He stood there, seemingly shell shocked, as you reached for your purse and his cocktail napkin. You almost thought he was going to let you get away as you went to step around him, only for his palm to grab gently at your hip.

“Good night y/n.” He whispered and reached to kiss chastly at your cheek.

The warmth of him was more intoxicating up close. He radiated heat like he radiated pheromones. And the smell of him was absolutely ridiculous as well. Was that gucci? Dior maybe?

It was a miracle you made it around the corner.

As to be expected, your awful ass group of friends were all standing by the hostess booth peaking around at you like a couple of dumbasses. They were lucky you loved em. You had an exit to execute though, and for that at least, they were useful.

You resumed your power walk, matched with clicking heels and a teasing pop of your hips, towards them.

“Is he watching?” You asked quietly.

They all nodded in various levels of incredulousness.

“Good. Let’s go.”

And then you walked your ass out that bar only to collapse the first second you cleared the doors. Your girls descended the way only women do, like fucking superheros of their own, and helped you float back to the car.

“Girl if you don’t start spilling A-S-A-P I swear fo’ God!” Raya gasped hands shaking on the steering wheel.

“What happened what happened what happened?!” Jesse screeched.

Your head nestled against the headrest of the car, your breathing having gone unsteady by the little game you’d just played.

“I think I just told him he can take my black ass on a date.” You mumbled in shock.

The tension in the car hit an all time high as everyone went silent...And then they all bursted out laughing as if you’d mentioned the funniest joke in the damn world.

“I KNEW IT BITCH!” Tayna screamed. “OOOOOOO BITCH I KNEW IT!”

“She finna be down with the swirl tonight, y’all!” Raya cackled.  

“In the category of white boys y/n will fuck with, this one has a networth of millions and the highest grossing movie of all time.” Jesse spoke in her best game host voice.

“I’ll take Captain America for six hundred, Alex!” Tayna snickered.

And they all continued to laugh.

“I gotta get some new friends.”

TBC?

[aliypop]

From Now On

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Wordcount: 2,080

A/N: This went completely different than I had it mind, but this is a mega fix it fic with a rollercoaster of emotions, also Ben and Hux need love and yeah! 

Summary: When fixing the Falcon Yela solo finds a familiar force onboard leading her towards the happier things in life. 

Warning: Angst 

"What do you think you're doing.." Yela asked hearing the thoughts of her enemy her head was under the control pannel fixing it, "This is a hunk of junk," she mumbled to herself, the figure that had been sitting there watching her leaned under to help, 

"Get away from me," she raised her hand to push him away from her, Kylo was slightly tossed across the Falcon, while her saber flew into her hand ready to fight him again if she had to, his mask covered his face as he backed away from her, the two were still on Starkiller base, and from the looks of it he was already wounded,

"You have to trust me!"  

"This is a set up.." she thought to herself, but there was something different about him this time, he didn't feel like Kylo but more like, 

PEW

"We've got company.."  Yela said seeing the Knights of Ren outside,

"Did you think dad  gave you his only blaster.,"  he said shooting at them with his back turned towards her, taking his mask off as he looked at her, he looked like Ben, but she was still skeptical of him, his eyes seemed tired all of him did really but from the blood on his face made her worried even more, 

"When you were 6, you wanted to be a Jedi like uncle Luke.." he said hoping she'd look at him, "Everyone knows that Kylo," she rolled her eye's, her lightsaber in her hand, a glow of green across her face she then saw a blue hue coming from beside her, 

" Where did you get it!" both Yela and Kyo said looking at each other with a glare,  the knights getting closer,  Yela was already closed in by a few and so was Kylo,  blocking a strike from one of the knights with her lightsaber she felt the rush of what she had been missing, the thing that made her family the way they were a good fight, twirling her saber around  she plunged it into another knight using the force to knock down the others, looking over she saw that Kylo was in danger one wrong move and he might have been dead, 

PEW!

Yela laid there breathing hard, her eyes fluttered, eventually closing as her chest began falling slowly and rising, 

"You're just an annoying Moof milker!" 

"Am not!" 

" If you two wake up your uncle Rylan I'll never hear the end of it.." Luke said looking at his niece and nephew, Yela  had been secretly training with her brother Ben on Tatooine when she was supposed to be on Naboo with her grandmother Celfra learning the principles of politics,  

"Now get back to meditating you two," he smiled walking  off, "And remember it's all about the balance of things, or is nature.. is that what Yoda said?" he began mumbling to himself, 

"You're supposed to keep your eyes closed idiot," Ben shouted, 

"What's going on out there?" 

Racing towards the infirmary was Alana, Leia, and Han, laying on one of the many beds were Yela and next to her was "Ben," Han looked at him, "is it really you," he asked as all 3 of his parents began to walk towards him with caution, Ben was nervous already standing there awkwardly as he used to when he was a little boy,

"Yeah, it's me.." 

Alana ran to him as she hugged him tightly, "I knew you'd come they didn't, but I did," she joked, her somewhat youthful features vibrant on her face, still gentle as he remembered her to be,  Leia, on the other hand, couldn't believe that her beautiful baby boy had returned to her and neither could Han, 

"Mom... Ma.." he blushed hugging them back,  

"Where am I.," Yela asked waking up seeing her parents hugging Kylo, " He's danger-" 

"You annoying Moof Milker.." Ben laughed roughing up her hair, 

"It's true.." she hugged him tightly, " I got my brother back!" she then punched him hard, "What was that for?!" he asked her, "Force chocking me! you nerf herder who farlked every-" 

"Language... " Han glared at her, 

PEW! ...  PEW! ... PEW! 

"Ben! " Yela shouted Chewie by her side as AL-1 beeped by the two were in a smuggle bust except it wasn't exactly a material they were smuggling "Hux... we're going to find you.." Yela thought hearing Ben snickering, 

"Get out of my thoughts .. droid sniffer.," raising a fist at him, 

"You like Armitage, does Ma know about this.. " he began picking her brain the two now running from bounty hunters, "No, and mom doesn't know about it either or dad.." she huffed shooting at them again, 

"RAARRA!" 

"We know!" 

 PEW! 

PEW!

PEW!

Hux sat in the cell alone with his thoughts like he usually did when no one was around, there wasn't Kylo though he was probably dead by now, and he didn't want to think it but so was Yela probably, he was already worried about her since the days they met and even when he would report to her office he could never forget how sweaty his palms would be, how he'd stutter around her, how weak he became when he heard her say his name, 

"Aren't you a little short for a Mandalorian. " Hux rolled his eyes, 

Yela took her helmet off brown curls everywhere, "What is with us solos and feisty people," she asked, "Us?" Hux questioned as to the other Mandalorian who removed his helmet, under it was Ben, who glared at the general, 

"Hux.."

 "Ren.." 

"Can we just go!" Yela shouted guiding them out the exit, looking at Hux she could tell he was a bit confused by everything, but right now he was going with it, 

"You know Yela, he's smaller than I remember.." Ben smirked as Hux glared at him, "I know what you're thinking I wouldn't try it.." Chewie who was once again by their side ran towards the Falcon as they made it just in time, 

"So this is the hunk of junk you wanted to shoot out the sky.."

"Chewie set the cords back home, Ben, Hux don't kill each other.," she smirked, "Ans as for me.." she put the ship into hyperspeed, "It's time to sit back and relax.."

"How come you get to be the pilot.." "How come you get to be such an -"

"ARRRHH" Chewie shouted as they both got quiet, Hux was in aw at the two, charmed by Yela but impressed by Ben it really did seem that he cared about something other than Rey or ruling an entire galaxy but instead his-

"Hey, " Ben pouted, "Yela made me talk to you so... " he rolled his eyes, "spill it.." giving the old general a death glare, the Solo glare.

"What are you talking about.." He began to blush his thoughts stuck on his paragon of hope, beauty, and stubbornness,

"You've liked my sister since the day you met her.. and as her brother, I don't like you... as your old .. leader I don't condone it."

"Doesn't matter, " Hux smirked,

"You want to ask her out don't you... "

"No!"

Ben smirked at him know the answer,

"Yes,"

"WHRAAH," Chewie said as Yela sighed, just like her father Chewie was her best friend, she told him everything from secrets to things that not even he wanted to know about, but he gave good advice,  

"I know ma, mom, dad, and probably uncle Luke are gonna be upset, but it's not the first time.." she sighed,

"ARRRH"

"They have no room to judge when ma and dad met they went straight to the Falcon, and when he met mom who was a princess, and not the general who keeps me up at night they later had Ben, but I .." getting off track from her topic,  

"Wraggh.." Chewie said nudging her.

"I may or may not like him, we've kissed a few times, but!" she paused as AL-1 even looked at her,

landing back on base Ben ran towards his parents as he left Yela and Hux alone, "Ma, Mom..  do you need any help," he asked hiding behind the two,

"What did you do.." Leia said looking up at her son,

"Are you bleeding!" Alana looked at the grazed skin on his arm, "Mandalorians... the skin peeled very delicately .. Amban rifle, " she looked up at him, You're good ma, really good, " he began getting nervous hearing Yela get closer,

"And you see dad I-"

"Yela, " Both Leia and Alana said, Han, glared at him,

"Do you see this.. or am I getting old.." Han began laughing like a maniac, "A prince I'd be okay with, a smuggler sure, but a first-order general!"

"Han darling breath... let us do the yelling .."  Alana kissed his cheek,

"What were you thinking or are you thinking,"  Leia pulled her by the ears like a disappointed mother she was, Hux stood there slightly scared of the General she seemed very upset as it was,  

"I was thinking about hope the thing you guys fought for," she pulled Hux to her side,

"And yes I know that he was apart of the first order, but as an Amidala, I know there's good him I just know.. just like there was good in grandpa Anakin," she sighed,

"You sound as if you love him," Alana said, her thoughts were loud and clear,

"You loved dad the first time you met him, and when Celfra said no what did you do.." Yela asked waiting on her mother to answer, "What did you do mom,"

"Yela you're 19 and he's 24, it's not going to work!" Alana said walking away from her,

"You were 19 and dad was 22.. and It worked out fine, you loved him and then.."

"Don't you finish that sentence ,"  Ben who was hiding behind Chewie now got a bit scared for what Yela was about to say, it had to be bad if Leia didn't want her to finish it, "Let her speak," Han said wanting to know what his daughter had to say,

"You stopped loving each other, Mom and you argued all the time while ma, you tried to keep things peaceful.. tied between two lovers..." she pointed at Alana and then at Leia,  "You tried to keep me in Naboo, and Ben with uncle Luke when I just wanted .." Hux held her as he kissed her head, he felt bad that she had it rough as a child, but he knew wasn't  alone on that feeling,

"What was it that you wanted sweetheart," Han asked as he pulled both Leia and Alana close to him kissing both of their foreheads, the two both smiling up at him giggling.

"That.." Yela smiled as she looked at Hux, "Armitage .. I -" Hux kissed her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, the other in her dark curls, pulling away Yela had a grin bigger than her fathers on her face,

"Reminds me of how we used to be, " Leia said looking between Han and Alana, she missed having them both around but being that she was on senate and Han didn't want to be tied down to one place as well as Yela taking her mother's rightful place as a Dutchess things were heavy between the 3.

"We're not too old to start again..." Alana said, "of course Han and I never stopped, " she smirked kissing him on the lips,

"That is disgusting .." Ben stuck his tongue out then pretended to gag,

"Mhmm.." Yela cleared her throat, " Mom, ma,  Dad, Ben.." she asked getting their attention, "I love Hux very much and I'm gonna date him and fark it maybe I'll marry him!" she looked at Hux his eyes wide, "Marriage?" he turned darker than the old first-order patches he used to have on his uniforms,

"You heard me, Armitage," she laughed, "the future is unlimited and Hux if you'll have me."

"General Organa..  you're highness Solo... " Hux said still scared of the two,

"Welcome to our crazy family.." Alana said

"I still don't like him.." Han mumbled under his breath,

[heartthrobcityimagine]

Who Is This?? Part 7 (part 2)/ Noah Centineo

A/N: PART 2!! I’m excited are you excited? I wonder who it was? Let’s see if all your guesses were right!

Warnings: Language, Triggers, Abuse, Violence. 

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As the last note of your song plays. streams of tears run down your face. Deafening silence follows your last note, then a roar of applause ripples it’s way through the crowd. You take a glance out in the audience, the lights making it hard to see, you regain your focus searching for Jace. Your eyes meet a familiar pair, shock written on your face.

What the fuck was he doing here??!? ===========================================================

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you were frozen to the spot you sat in. 

The lights go down shaking you from the trance you were in. With quivering hands you quickly rip your sheet music from the piano and make a mad dash for the backstage area, pushing your way through people running about backstage. A hand wraps around your arm spinning you around. You let out a small shriek. Your heart stops.

" (Y/N)! Damn, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! You did amazing though! I can't believe you can sing like that girl! I would not be surprised if you get a call from one of the labels!" Kat practically screams in your face. 

" Thanks Kat," You say quickly. She notices the nervou look on your face and her face scrunches in concern. 

" Hey, are you okay? What's going on."  

You give her a quick smile, " Yeah, fine. Just adrenaline from the performance." Her raised eyebrow as she tilts her head gives away that she didn't believe you one bit. 

" I'm fine really, just need to go find my friend." You reassure her. She gives you a nod and a quick hug.

" Alright, but seriously you did amazing. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." You give her a confused look as she winks and let's you go.

Shaking your head you make your way to the exit of the stage. You race down the stairs, your eyes quickly trying to scan the people around you. You break into a full sprint as soon as your feet hit the ground, your halfway to the main gate when you rip your phone out of your pocket and dial Jace. 

"BABE.... you.. di... go.." You could barely hear Jace over the noise of the crowd and the next act. 

" Jace! I need you to meet me at my car.... is here" 

"Who.... here? I can't... you." 

Frustrated you rip the phone from your ear and quickly text him.

You: Meet me at my car. I'm parked in the main front lot. You press send and take off again. 

Panting you finally see your car come in to view, pulling your keys out of your pocket you slow down and walk the rest of the way, looking up when you reach your car. 

Your heart stops at who is standing beside it. He obviously knew you too well. You look around the rest of the parking lot, everyone else was inside the festival.  

" (Y/N), you did so great! I didn't know you could sing like that. You know, I can kind of sing too.. Wanna hear?" He trails as he catches the look on your face.  

" I'm going to go ahead and guess that you're kind of shocked I'm here right? Well, I wasn't going to come after everything that happened, but, I really wanted to be here to support you and see you and I'm so glad I did. The look on your face when you seen me in the crowd was priceless!" He cackles. 

You didn't know what to say, what could you even say? The fact he was even here left you speechless. 

" You gonna say anything?" He says, trying to search your face for any expression other than shock. 

You look around for Jace. He was always your saving grave and right now you needed him to hurry the fuck up. 

"Okay, guess not. You could at least tell me what you're thinking after everything you've done to me, I at least deserve that." 

Okay, that was it. The straw that broke camel's back. Something in your snapped. Rage filled your body. 

"Everything I've done? Everything I'VE DONE?! Are you fucking kidding me? You deserve something alright..." You look at him ridiculously. 

"Well Yea.." 

" No, fuck you! You don't get to speak. Fuck you. Everything I've done." You scoff. 

" Did you not get the fucking hint when I put a PERMANENT RESTRAINING ORDER ON YOU TYE?! You're not even supposed to be here?! How the hell did you even know I was supposed to be here." 

" I have eyes and ears everywhere baby. Don't forget that. Plus all it took was a tiny little call from my dad to the head of the festival and bam! Information just falls into my lap. " A disgusted shiver runs through your body.

" Don't you dare fucking call me that. You lost that privilege a long time ago. You know you're not supposed to have contact with me Tye. Why can't you move on?  You were the one who ruined this, not me. You were the one who sent those photos to everyone." 

" (Y/N), I told you before I didn't do that." 

He runs his hands through his hair and down his face. He looked like a completely different person than 2 years ago. He once black, short, perfectly groomed hair was now well past his ears ans unruly. His muscular face was distraught and sunken in. His once vibrant green eyes were now dull and filled with an insane look behind them, it's then you notice how his pupils are blown out, almost completely blending with the iris of his eyes. 

You couldn't help yourself from asking, " Tye, what the fuck are you on? DId you start taking pills again?" You try to search his eyes but he refuses. 

Your eyes fall to his arms were faint bruises and red track marks are scattered across his forearms. " Tye.... are you shooting up?!? What the fuck have you done? That shit can kill you!" 

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. It give me the high I need to get through classes and to deal with my dad. I don't give a fuck!." He makes a couple steps forwards as you take a few back. You needed to keep space between you. If he was shooting up there is no way to tell what he is using or what he might do.  

Your head whips side to side, eyes frantically searching for any sign of Jace, or anyone for that matter. The lot was still empty as far as you could tell. Panic was beginning to set in and you did the only thing you could think of. 

" Tye, I'm giving you a chance to just walk away. We don't have to tell anyone you were here. No one else has seen you. You don't want to go down for that. You're young. You just need some help." You try to reason with him. 

A crazy look flashes in his eyes, he takes a few more steps forward as you go back, you knees hit the bumper of someone else's car. 

" You think I would've even showed up here if I gave a fuck about what would happen? I don't. As far as I'm concerned my dad may be worthless in every other aspect of parenthood but he damn sure can get my ass out of trouble." 

You quickly realized that he wasn't going to leave, any logic he had has now gone out the window with whatever he injected in to his veins. 

" Fine, I'm calling the police then. They can gladly take your ass in, I doubt your dad can get you out of this one Tye. Your high out of your mind and you've violated a restraining order. Both are pretty serious offenses." 

He laughs, fucking laughs, “ He got me out of that mess that you caused, paid the cops off to convince you not to press charges, worked huh? So yeah, I think I’ll be fine.” He lets out another laugh. A terrified shiver runs through your body. 

You go to pull your phone out of your pocket when it's knocked to the ground. Your air supply is cut off by a rough hand against your neck, holding you against the back of the vehicle behind you. 

"Don't even think about it (Y/N). I'll kill you before they even get here." Your eyes widen as you feel a sharp object against your abdomen.  Tears flow down your face. 

" Oh, now she's crying. " He says with a wild look in his eyes.

" Tye please" You choke out with what little air you had left. You were becoming lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.  His grip only became tighter. 

" Tye please," He says in a mocking high pitch tone.  

" Why should I not kill you? You've ruined my life. Once you filed the permanent restraining order I was kicked out of my program. The temporary one wasn’t a big deal, Dad got me out of that with them. Claiming since it was only temporary and I wasn’t convicted of anything they couldn’t do anything. Once you filed the permanent one it went on my fucking record, you stupid bitch. I was kicked out of school because they didn't want someone who was dangerous to attend there. Apparently they frown upon domestic abuse! I always knew you were a worth piece of shit." He says this as though it was the most foreign idea to him that there were consequences for his actions. It wasn’t the first time he had called you those names though, he always did love to call you terrible things. 

Black spots began to pop up in your vision, you could feel consciousness beginning to slip away. Tears streaming down your face. He was seriously going to kill you. 

You hear someone yell, you could barely make out their voice as ringing set in to your ears. Tye's hand released from your throat as a fist flew into the side of his face. 

Your body falls to the ground, a throbbing ache sets in to your head from hitting the pavement. You tried to suck in air but a searing pain throughout your abdomen was preventing you from doing so. Your vision was going in and out, you could hear muffled grunts from the fight going on just beside you. 

You hear a muffled scream for your name just as everything goes black and your body limp.

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Alrighty! There is part 2! Let me know what ya’ll think! How do we feel about that? Who was the saving grace? 

Part 8 

[gonewiddershins]

Romancelandia you don’t have to ask I’m just gonna say it anyway~

Original Post Here

Barbara Cartland: Favourite author?

Courtney Milan.

Alisha Rai: Favorite era? (i.e. when they were written, not when set)

Current! I’m ecstatic to see how much more punk the romance novel genre has become lately- so many authors explicitly talking about race and class and gender and mental health and neurodivergence in so many interesting ways. Independent publishing opening up entirely new avenues which were not recommended for traditional publications. It’s exciting and wonderful.

Eve Dangerfield: Favourite setting for historicals?

Not sure if my opinion matters here because I have read books from very few eras? I think my preferences have moved to mid-to-late Victorian era for England-based books, but what I really want more of is historicals on other (non North American) continents. I badly want to do a romance in Historical India that is not about Englishmen, for example. Like a Muslim and Hindu falling in love during the Aurangazeb era, maybe. 

Anne Mather: Favourite contemporary setting/sub-genre

Again, I haven’t really read enough to form a nuanced opinion- when I look for contemporaries, my first priority used to be “does this make me laugh?” Which is um- a relic of a bygone era, because that used to be the only thing I wanted from contemporaries. 

Right now, I try to get read more of diverse romance in contemporary eras. Again, including non-American/English nationalities.

Georgette Heyer: Third or first person tense?

Either will do. It’s not really a factor in how much I enjoy a story. 

Lisa Kleypas: Hero/ine you’d most like to date & Jane Austen: Hero/ine you’d most like to be friends with

Same answer to both of the above categories. I’ll take anyone who I think is a rational person who forgives misunderstandings ans does not try to actively make them. I’m not really that picky. 

Amanda Quick: Hero/ine you most relate to

At the time when I first read it as a dramatic early twenties person, Minerva Lane from Courtney Milan’s The Duchess War spoke to me. There was a lot in there about fear and having to push yourself down fro the sake of survival that was similar to my life back then. I cried a lot when I read that book. 

More recently, I really wanted to snuggle up to Verity Plum from Cat Sebastian’s A duke in Disguise because her feelings of independence and placing it above pretty much everything else her life is... yeah. A lot of what Verity says sounds intimately familiar. 

Julie Anne Long: Historical or contemporary?

Historical. Given a choice between two books which are similarly positioned in terms of tropes I like and hate, I’ll pick a historical every time. 

Mariana Zapata: Open or closed door sex scenes? & Anne Hampson: Erotic or clean romances?

Ninety percent of the time I’m thoroughly disinterested in the sex scenes, and sometimes I am actively annoyed at the many pages of boning happening while the protagonists barely have an emotional connection. That said, there are plenty books which have no sex scenes where I am reduced to gross sobbing because GODDAMMIT THERE IS TOO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION IN THE AIR GIVE ME BONING.

I am still thirsty about Jo Beverley’s The Unwilling Bride. There was so much sexual tension and growth and Lucien was hot as hell but there was no sex scene. //grumbles

Elizabeth Hoyt: Paranormal or science fiction?

I haven’t read that much SF romance, but I’m going to pick it anyway because the usual tropes associated with Werewolves/Vampires bug the crap out of me. 

Nalini Singh: Favourite tropes

Both the protagonists have problems with stakes, and one is not there to manic pixie the other. Protagonists have relationships (non-romantic) outside of the romance. Subversions and reversions of gender norms. Banter and Snark. Character tries very very hard to not be emotionally vulnerable, but goddammit there are these stupid feelings. 

Alyssa Cole: Least favourite tropes

Prolonged Miscommunication. Slut shaming, especially when coupled with I Have Had So Much Sex and I am So Experienced hypocrisy. Gratuitous sex with no emotional connection. Protagonists immediately throwing over all other friends/family/loved ones for the sake of their new romantic interest. False competence in female characters which immediately get thrown to the wind when the romantic interest comes on scene (Ahem. Never Judge a lady By Her Cover.)

Rose Lerner: Favourite / Least favourite series

Nope.

Sandra Marton: Favourite romantic non-romance or love story

Unspoken Trilogy, by Sarah Rees Brennan. It is in part a fascinating exploration of privacy in a relationship- most of the rest of it is about friendships and platonic relationships. There is also a cult of sorcerers trying to take over the world via human sacrifice but I continue to insist that’s mostly just setting information. 

Skye Warren: Any problematic faves?

I have a depressingly large soft spot for anything funny, and I will forgive a lot of despised tropes if a book makes me laugh. I’m easy.

Specific examples: Until You (Judith McNaught), Dragon Shifter Series (Katie MacCalister).   

Ainsley Booth: Position on HEAs

I’m cool with those.

Abby Green: Position on HFNs

I like these better than HEAs, because the characters I like tend to be difficult and also fighting various difficult scenarios so it’s far more likely that more problems will pop up in their lives than not. 

Kristen Ashley: Position on the “romance novels are feminist” discourse

Conflicted. I think many romances are feminist, but there are an equal number or more which are patently not. Like all other genres, it has to be judged on a book by book basis, not for the genre as a whole.  

Carla Kelly: Position on the “calling romance novels trashy is problematic” discourse

Yes. Outright dismissal of an entire genre is just dumb. 

Diana Palmer: Position on the “are romance novels porn” discourse

Ha, no. Porn is porn. 

Johanna Lindsey: Position on the “romance novels represent the female gaze” discourse

Yes, I guess? In many romances the way men are portrayed is markedly different from the way they are seen in other genres. Again, this is not a universal constant- all romances do not show men in the exact same way. 

Also, it is hard to find any other genre with a larger proportion of characters, viewpoints and conflicts centered around women so there’s that.   

Mary Jo Putney: Position on the “calling romances without sex ‘clean’ or ‘sweet’ is implicitly slut shaming romances with sex” discourse?

Yes. Just call them romances without sex. What are we, the moral police?

Cara McKenna: What’s your hot take on the “forced seduction” trope?

I understand the time and place where there scenes were popular, and the social norms which prompted them. I’m still uncomfortable with them and there are may things I’d rather read about so I avoid them.    

Abigail Barnette: Opinion of Fifty Shades of Grey

Never read it, don’t plan to. Like I said, sex is not really my thing.

Tessa Bailey: Opinion of Twilight

I gobbled these books like a maniac when I first read them and there is a lot of pure entertainment in there and there is so much emotion. That said, they are not quite as interesting on re-reads. :(

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss: Opinion of Pride & Prejudice

I’m not comfortable with the prose, which means i prefer to watch/read adaptations. Most notably the Lizzie Bennet Diaries. 

Lynne Graham: Opinion of Harlequin Mills & Boon

Meh. 

Tessa Dare: Opinion of bodice rippers

I mean, I would be fine if there wasn’t so much of people causing their own problems by refusing to talk to each other. 

Sylvia Day: Opinion of Fabio

I did not even know he was a real person till like- recently.

Roni Loren: Opinion of male romance authors

Yes please. Particularly if they are writing under female pseudonyms. With this, we are getting the exact same thing that female authors did and have to go through- a forced perspective from people oft he other gender. That can only lead to more nuance and acceptance and I am all about that.  

Courtney Milan: All-time favourite romance novel & Jana Aston: Favourite contemporary romance & Judith McNaught: Favourite historical romance

Nope.

Alexa Riley: Physical or digital books?

Digital. I tend to make a lot of highlights and notes and that holds up much better with ebooks. 

E.L. James: Internal drama or external drama

Characters who are not getting together/along because they can’t communicate with each other are better off not being with each other in the first place. So if that’s what internal drama is then I prefer the external type. 

Sarah MacLean: Favourite heroine/s & Maya Rodale: Least favourite heroine/s & Penny Reid: Favourite hero/s & Megan Hart: Least favourite hero/s & Stephenie Meyer: Favourite and least favourite couple/s

I have types rather than specific examples. Most of it has already been detailed out in the tropes questions.

Beverly Jenkins: First romance novel you ever read

Almost Heaven, by Judith McNaught.

Sabrina Jeffries: How long have you been reading romance novels?

14 years or thereabouts.  

Loretta Chase: Last romance novel you read

A Duke in Disguise by Cat Sebastian. I’m currently reading An Unconditional Freedom (Alyussa Cole) and Earthrise (MCA Hogarth).

Christina Lauren: Do you need to start a series from the beginning, or can you just dive in anywhere?

Anywhere is fine.

Chuck Tingle: How strong does your HEA have to be?

Not much. See the HFN answer. 

Julia Quinn: Underrated author/s & Mary Balogh: Most overrated author/s & Violet Winspear: Most overrated book/s & Sara Craven: Most underrated book/s & Susan Elizabeth Phillips: Best romance by a debut author? & Madison Faye: Favourite romance by a non-romance author

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Nora Roberts: Least favourite hero and heroine archetypes

Eloisa James: What are you reading when you’re not reading romance?

Fantasy, Science Fiction, YA, Comics, Mysteries, Fanfiction, Nonfiction. I’ll read anything. 

Teresa Medeiros: Other media property you wish was a romance novel

Idk what this means?   

Laura Lee Guhrke: Last romance novel you DNFed

I think it was Elizabeth Kingston’s A Fallen Lady? Which was actually a GOOD book and I skipped ahead to scenes I really wanted to see and those scenes made me cry but also... there was not much about the romance itself that I was really interested in. I loved the heroine to death though. 

Cat Sebastian: Alpha, Gamma, or Beta heroes?

Depends on how they are written, but I confess an Alpha is so easily made into an irredeemable dipshit.  

Jeannie Lin: Ideal hero and heroine archetypes

Family-minded hero stressed out about taking care of his family. Independent, business minded heroine. 

Helen Hoang: Sexually experienced or inexperienced heroines? & Lucy Monroe: Sexually experienced or inexperienced heroes?

Experienced heroines and inexperienced heroes. Play against the type!

Lorraine Heath: When you choose a book do you look for tropes, plots or authors?

Authors, then Tropes. I barely pay attention to plots. 

C.D. Reiss: Puns in titles: 👍 or 👎?

YES. I have picked up books purely because of punny titles. 

Emily Bronte: Favourite cover designs/illustrations & Maya Banks: Least favourite cover design 

I suck a remembering covers so this question is going to get skipped~

Penny Jordan: What would you like to see more of in romance novels?

Diversity and cliche subversions. 

Lauren Blakey: What would you like to see less of in romance novels?

Overplayed cliches played in the same way again and again. Relationships based entirely on sex. 

Betty Neels: What do you think are the high and low points of the genre?

Highs: Romancelandia is probably the most intelligent and nuanced fandom I have ever been a part of and I have been a part of many fandoms. The genre is very, very diverse and there are so many experiments going on in the fringes. Questions and stories about the emotional components of relationships can never get old because there are too many permutations to explore in a few lifetimes.  

Lows: The core of the romance novel industry is still trying desperately to hold on to tropes and themes of older days, many of which are regressive. 

Jill Shalvis: Finish this sentence: “Romance novels are__________”

complex social commentaries. 

[ohahahahaha]

Okay, "guardians of the galaxy" alien that feels strong emotions. She feels the love between Keith and Lance but on top of that is Lance's self-doubt/angst/depression... ans she starts screaming and screeching to 'Get him out, it hurts!!!' Enter teamhug and Klance feelings.

Oh, I love that movie!! This is a cool concept! Thank you for suggesting it! Hope you enjoy!! 🖤~~~~~The team were at a planet, trying to form an alliance with the alien race that inhabited it. They were intimidating; Allura had told them that they were able to read their inner emotions. “That way, they will discover our true intentions! If they sense that we are trying to trick them, they will be know! So, don’t worry Paladins! Just be on your best behavior!” Allura had said. Lance and Keith were getting ready in Keith’s room, which was slowly becoming their room. Lance clothes were in the closet and on the floor, and his facial products were slowly appearing in Keith’s bathroom. Keith was in said bathroom, smoothing out his Paladin suit when Lance came behind and wrapped him arm him, letting his chin rest on his shoulder. “Are you ready to meet them? They sound kinda freaky and scary.” Keith chuckled at him, turning around so they were face to face. “Eh, there’s nothing to worry about when you think about it. They’ll be able to tell if we try to pull something over them. So all we have to do is pretty much be ourselves, and they’ll be able to tell that we mean no harm, and form this alliance.” Lance purses his lips and pressed to Keith’s forehead. “Yeah, you’re right. Shockingly. Hey, I’m kidding! But they still creep me out.” Keith rolled his eyes at him, grin spreading across his face. “Paladins! Report to the dining room! We have arrived!” Lance laced his fingers through Keith’s, pressing his hand against his lips. “Let’s go form this alliance!”~~~~~Everything was going smoothly. Allura and Shiro had met with the leader (“Take me to your leader!” “Oh my word, shut up Lance.”) and the alliance was almost set in stone. Then, four aliens stepped out of the room, followed by their leader. “Paladins, I have spoken with Allura, and I am pleased with what I have seen so far. But before we as you earthlings say, seal the deal, we would like to read the emotions of you all. Just so their isn’t any doubt when we form this alliance.” They all nodded and Lance cracked a nervous grin. “Is this gonna hurt?” The aliens chuckled. “No, Blue Paladin. The procedure should be painless.” They were wrong. When the aliens read Pidge’s and Hunk’s emotions, everything went smoothly. And when the stepped up the Keith, they questioned about his Galra heritage and anger, but quickly moved on to Lance. The alien stepped in front of Lance, who was growing exceedingly nervous. The alien gently whispered to him. “Are you ready, Blue Paladin?” Lance gave a short nod, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He held his breath as a tickle formed in the back of his head. The alien giggled. “There is quite a lot of emotion about the Red Paladin. Love, passion, happiness..” Keith blushed as the team and others chuckled. “There’s also quite a lot of emotions that the Blue Paladin fills about himself..” Lance clenched his hands and grit his teeth. They couldn’t sense those emotions, could they? In response, the alien began to scream. Bloodcurdling shrieks left their threat as they sunk to the ground, tears streaming down their face. The aliens rushed forward. “What is wrong, speak to us!” The alien presses her hands over her ears. “Get him out, GET HIM OUT!! IT HURTS!!” With a snap, the alien was out of Lance head. Lance stumbled backwards and Keith caught him. “Lance, what the quiznak happened?!” Lance shook his head as the tears began to fall down his flushed cheeks. The alien had finally stopped screaming, but they were still crouched to the ground, slightly shaking. “All those negative thoughts, all at once, too much too much.” The team looked at her in surprise. “If you don’t mind us asking, what negative thought?” Allura inquired. The alien looked up at her, tears still falling. “The Blue Paladin feels so much love for the Red Paladin and his other teammates, but the hate he has for himself is too overwhelming. He doubts himself, believes that he’ll never be good enough to his team or partner, that they deserve better. The dark and negative thoughts he associates with himself is painful. I don’t understand how the Blue Paladin is able to live with this pain everyday. It too much too much.” The team turned to Lance, who had become stiff in Keith’s arms. Keith raised a hand to Lance’s cheek, brushing away the tears that continued to fall. “Lance..is all of that true?” Lance bit the inside of his cheek, letting the tears fall faster as he tried to hide his face. Keith heart shattered. “Oh Lance…” He drew him in a tight hug, just holding him and running his hands through his hair, gently murmuring to Lance as he cried. The other aliens stepped over. “My dear Blue Paladin, I believe with have something that will help your doubts. When going through the emotions of your other teammates, they held nothing but high praise for you. They admire you and truly care about you. Especially the Red Paladin. I would go so far as to say that there is no better partner for him in the entire galaxy. I’m positive that your team will affirm what I’ve just stated. Allura, whenever you’re ready, I would like to discuss the alliance in further detail.” With that, the aliens walked away. Hunk rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Lance and Keith. “Lance, you’re my best friend. Nobody doubts your place on the team. You deserved this position and Keith is absolutely nuts about you, just as much as you are nuts about you.” The others joined in on their hug, sending their love and support to their Blue Paladin. Lance’s tears began to slow and his breathing evened out. He gave a wet chuckle and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Thank you guys. It’s all in my head; I can be really hard on myself sometimes.” Shiro smiled softly at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “We can talk more about it when we get to castle, yeah?” Lance nodded and wiped his nose a final time. “Let’s go form this alliance, shall we?!” The team chuckled and rolled their eyes, making their way toward the aliens. As they were walking, Keith grabbed his hand pulled him back. Lance arched his eyebrow. “Is everything alright?” Keith gave him a serious look, squeezing his hand. “You know I love you, right? And nothing could ever change that.” Lance eyes filled with fondness and and returning the gentle squeeze. “I love you too, Mullet. Always.”

[didleydudley]

20 March 2019

God is always good. There’s nothing you can’t do without God no matter how difficult. I’m believing this.

for God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but one of power, love and self control. 2 Timothy 1:7

The past day.... and it’s happenings:

I know and didn’t expect less of what you were gonna say. And Actl I more than understand and agree with you....

What I’m Abt to tell you is gonna disappoint you further and cause you to lose more respect. And honestly I rlly struggled thinking that as Long as I have come bfr God and dealt with it, I don’t ever have to tell you. But I just don’t wish to lie further and I don’t wish for you to have this idea of who I am when I’m not. I’m far from being good or righteous. The truth is I have failed these expectations from Long bfr. But I can’t go back to change things and I’m just learning along the way.

The reason why I’m telling you is simply Bcus I just wish for the truth to be out. Carrying the disappointment and other emotions or consequences from you is lighter than having to keep up with pretending or lying further to cover up the holes I’ve dug.

I’m sorry for lying to you, disappointing you, breaking the trust you’ve given me and hurting you. Mum, I’m sorry for being a disappointment. But more so, I’m sorry for lying. And having to cover up with more lies. No more.

Truth is, in desaru, gary and I didn’t even sleep on separate beds. We shared a double. I never meant to lie to you. And it’s no excuse but I’m just gonna explain what happened. So the plan initially was we rlly had 2 separate beds. The ones we Sent you. But when we arrived, we realised 1 of the cousins didn’t have a bed. So then they changed it to the sis and Cousin taking 1 bed each and gar and I sharing the double bed. Initially I was v confident that nth more would happen. But as you said, and as I knew but at that point didn’t think more of, temptations come. I didn’t go the extend of sinning big time (just to assure you which I think you would think it’s even unthinkable but just wanna rest that case) but let’s just say we did things that we’re nt proud of. I’m sorry I lied to you Abt this and so easily at that. I rlly had wanted to tell you but was afraid of the disappointment and judgement that would come along. But aft deliberating and talking to Gary, we decided we just don’t want to let this have a further hold on us. And wish to just have it out. Then move on from there.

God has brought both of us far, in terms of growing individually and has turned what we had ard from the v beginning till now. I can’t explain it in words but it’s been a journey only both of us know full well. Anw what I mean to say from all these is also that even if we were growing so much, I know from my own experience that just not being careful for a moment can allow us to fall. Its v easy and whatever you just mentioned in the text is very true but it took me knocks on my head to learn.

Mum, i know that you hoped for a guy like Nathan, but honestly, Gary isn’t Nathan and neither am I. Both gar and I have made mistakes we’re not proud of along the whole course of our journey and sure enough we’ve had to deal with the consequences of our actions. With hurt, distrust confusion and guilt. We have had to come bfr God to be v honest, repent and rlly ask God to help us. Bcus I think we both know how we struggle and have struggled, how weak and how wretched we are. God has been merciful but it Def doesn’t mean we use this grace and think that God doesn’t have judgement. We know, we don’t take the grace God has for granted and we’re rlly just learning and growing. And we have come far. But we’re stilllllll learning. I’m sorry for letting you down in this. And Gary is also sorry for misplacing the trust you put in us. We don’t want to have anything more to hide. And bfr God, I can tell you we’ve had to come bfr Him and rlly ask for forgiveness. God is good. That’s all I can tell you. And thank God that we know God.

I’m sorry for giving you such shock and disappointment right bfr your birthday.

If anything, I’m thankful for you as my mum and no matter how disappointed you are in me, well I know that at the end of the day you still care and love us and I thank you for the hard truths you’re unwilling to hide from me. And the difficult things you say to me. I’m not sure how you’re gonna take this but I just hope that aft all this, you wouldn’t let it define who gary is and while you might be disappointed, you’ll come to know him as his own person and not judge the flaws or mistakes he and we have made. He is indeed someone i feel that despite all these, lead me to God and vice versa. I think while we fall, we still pull eachother thru this race.

Telling you this and asking if you’d still trust me on this trip... I know it doesn’t put me in a v good position but I would like to just be v honest with you.

I rlly still hope that despite all these, you trust that gar and I, while we have made v foolish mistakes and have had and will have to ans to God for it, we’re learning and maturing. And for this trip, I have another idea. For 1 of the accoms, it’s settled Bcus there’s an extra sofa bed. And for the other accoms, it’s still refundable and we can change it to 3 rooms in total, 1 double bed and 2 single bed single room. I don’t mind paying the extra to not inconvenience Andrea and at the same time hold on to these values.

The truth does set you free. There’s a lightness. Thank YOU God.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

So there is talk of canceling all the NHRA races ajd only travelling to the 4 lane race tracks.

The 34% that's good want to help with the human trafficking situation. For which we would split up because its safer that way.

Thus it would create a longer break.

So then we would work a way to do the 20 races left and all the qualifying and eliminations.

The 1 thing that bugs me about the 4 lane tracks is that 3 cars are eliminated.

So we could change it so that one car is eliminated per elimination race. The slowest.

That would completely change the racing dramatically but for the competition rounds those last 5 i think is fairest quite honestly. I used to play with Hot Wheels and my cars raced, flew, jumped from the chairs/cliffs and landed with just a crunch down and dust kick up and swerve and ready to go. They'd jump from the chair to the coffee table. So I know a little bit about cars... I mean... We did the whole back up rush hour traffic through the kitchen when Denise was cooking to piss her off :D That's a 30 car back up that moved one kitchen tile at a time. Shed be screaming and yelling and i would tell her "they're stuck in traffic. Hold on I'll get the cop and he will speed them up" Then she would yell at me about my police car cause it was trashed. "Oh that's because yesterday i had to rock him under the chair and smash him for punishment because he let the Dukes of Hazard get away again. I swear he does it on purpose. No one is that dumb. But tomorrow he chases the blue car who is no fun. Like you the mom and he smashes into it and wrecks up more so Then they both get smashed up under the rocking chair. Hey you're fat you think you could sit in the chair and really break them?" Purple car days were good. I had 2. And they both popped up in the back and the purple ones always let the cops win. They made the cops feel as good as they looked. So they weren't friends or enemies but neutral. They hung out together sometimes ans smoked pot. I usually put them on the Care Bear vinyl record player for that And let them spin.

And so that has nothing to do with drag racing because my cars didn't do that shit. Like never.

They had business. The cops determined who was fastest. And who had a bigger heart.

So if we did like 3 races in one that would be 6 days of qualifying. Then 3 days of eliminations.

But if we are using 4 lanes. I think we should take advantage of that and eliminate one car per race... So that would be 2 days of racing and then we can do 2 day of regular eliminations or so a 6 day set of eliminations of eliminating only 1 car per race.

So the thing is time and cash.

And the thing is 4 days of 2 long days of racing and 2 short days.

Or 6-8 days of long racing.

I personally think the 1 car elimination is more fair and more enjoyable as more people are racing during The day

I think financially it would be worth it.

I mean the point to race is to be in that car. So being in the car is most important.

Sure it would be tiring but we could take a break or just keep twerking it straight through.

Have 3 sets of racing per day as opposed to 4 yet also we could do 7 sets of racing.

We can do 5 Then 4 then 5 then 6 etc. Or 7 then 3 the next day.

Jam pack a day full to the hilt then have a short day the next day and get in a full 10.

Also with 64% gone there's not gonna be so many drivers... So that makes a difference.

Tree tells me the ratio.

10 drivers left funny car.

20 top fuel alcohol

14 top fuel nitro

5 pro mod

10 pro sports

15 motorcycle

With 1420 mechanics for the above and 74 drivers.

Only 20 motorcycle mechanics.

So we have a problem with only statistical avg of 2 mechanics per car.

So we will need to hire. So I've lit some cars to hire. So 7000 have been lit. And then administration will live mostly so that at least is ok.

So idk who i lit because it was magic and we will double check what I did. And then they should have mechanical experiences or ability to follow directions. Im told almost all are mechanics.

I never hire people i know so don't be offended. That is up to someone else to light up. But if they're child less then yes. If they have kids then they need a family plan. I don't assume my family wants to do what I have my palm prints in. They all make their own lives. But i do have 2 cousins. 1 i had talked to years ago. Single. And now another who is now single and kidless due to DNA4U. And so tree offered to talk to some. I don't like getting into family drama and all that dynamics. I don't like people in mine. So it's not an easy job. Its hard. So Tree will inquire and light it up for call ins. Theres a short interview process about abilities to place in the correct job.

So currently there are over 400 drivers total. And over 7020.

And we will have 260 drivers total and 3314 mechanics.

So like i thought before it could balance out almost exactly. But at the same time we can get more drivers and more mechanics.

I have Hire D at 700 and Hire M at 25,000.

So you'll want to phase it out. At home schooling on the computer with tests and then training. Also sending parts can work but only after they have worked on them in a class room or on car. Or both

Its easier to sit down 40 people and have 15 people walk around to make sure those 40 have installed parts correctly in a class room and examine each part that way than have each in a car. It's more spacious and etc

Then move to a garage eventually and have each person assemble the entire car piece by piece.

If they don't know the whole car Then they don't have business touching it. I think.

Cause If they bump something over there and mess it up well they dont know what it does or why it's important and dont wanna get in trouble so they keep their mouth shut and the driver dies.

So at least they can fix it If they don't want to admit they hit it.

But more so they can say the lever for the thingy on the doodads turned left with anatomical correct words.

And they can all be tuners and all be crew chief and they're all trained equal

And they can pick which part they enjoy more