#roller derby penalty

[drawinbutter]

RandoDerby 12b: Sin. If a jammer track-cuts and no ref calls it, is it really a track-cut? (RandoDerby - random word prompts for derby sketches / photos / whatever)

#roller derby #rollerderby #cartoon #comic #roller derby art #roller derby comic #roller derby cartoon #jammer #jammer skills #jammer problems #roller derby penalty #shoulder angel #shoulder devil #randoderby

[douglasfeiffel]

sorry to roller derby post on main but its so funny when someone's a blocker and the other team tries to get a random penalty called in an OR and LOSES. Like oh boy they scared scared of you lol

#for non roller derby people: its exceptionally rare for official reviews (ORs) to be called on blockers to asses penalties because it doesnt #really have much impact on the game since they dont score the points. so if it happens its probably because the other team is mad and hopes #you foul out by getting 7 penalties #roller derby #my post

[mahikamihan]

orz @amethystcove u have ruined my life /affectionate

#I SHOULD BE STUDYING #I CAN'T STOP THINKING OF ROLLER DERBY DTK #I was watching a texas derby video and they had A DANCE OFF during penalty!! #avery ily 💕

[numberonecodwomenfan]

im going crazy thinking about my idea for a cod women roller derby au

i play roller derby and i literally just finished practice so its fresh in my brain rn

also theyre all on the same team because i want them to be besties ok

laswell is the captain of the glam grenades (yes i know the name is corny, derby team names usually are lmaoo), and her wife coaches the corresponding junior team. laswell’s derby name is watcher, and her number is 01. she usually plays as a blocker, but she’ll pivot sometimes.

farah is almost solely a jammer. her derby name is farah scare-‘em (which again, i know its corny but all derby names are 😭). she’s a speed DEMON, and she’s insane at jumps. if she’s jamming against you, you’re barely even gonna land a hit on her. she’s jumping around on her toe stops and squeezing around blockers like she’s dancing. alex goes to all of the team’s practices and bouts, and he’s practically drooling the whole time like “holy shit thats my badass girlfriend”

valeria is usually a pivot. her name is slammin’ scorpion (referencing that one line where alejandro calls her a scorpion 🤭), and when i say slammin, i mean it. shes one of those blockers that gets penalties constantly. she is VICIOUS. she send jammers flying when she hits them. she has a lot of pent up anger, ok? god forbid a woman has hobbies.

roze is a blocker for sure. she’s sturdy as hell and it takes a lot to take her down. her derby name is ragin’ roze and shes a bad bitchhhh!!! i like to think shes pretty tall, so sneaking around her is a no go with those long legs. she also seems like the type to manhandle her teammates a lot. like if the jammer is moving to the opposite side, shes yelling “out!” and just yanking the other blockers over.

callisto is a blocker too. she prefers to play as a point because she’s a control freak, and while she trusts her teammates, she prefers to be able to see the jammer. this is a really stupid joke but i think it would be funny if her derby name was lady liberty because she’s from france and moved to the US lmaoo

i feel like stiletto’s derby name would just be stiletto. its cool enough on its own lmao. she also gives blocker to me, and i feel like shes the type to get penalties a lot and then get insubordination penalties for giving the refs sass.

nova feels like a jack of all trades to me. i think her derby name would be nova, and i feel like she would be one of those players that just throws caution to the wind and charges in with no hesitation.

kleo is greek and i also imagine her to be pretty tall, so i think her derby name would be something like amazon lol. i feel like shed be a pretty aggressive blocker. she is NOT letting that jammer past, so much so that she sometimes gets stop block penalties.

uhh yeah thats all the brainrot i have lmao. i might draw them 😏😏

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #farah karim #alex keller #kate laswell #valeria garza #roze helms #roze cod #callisto cod #stiletto cod #salvatrice stiletto musseli #nova cod #nila nova brown #kleo cod #roller derby #roller girls #yeah #im so silly. they live in my brain im going crazy #faralex

[pettyprocrastination]

roller derby!abby seeing reader for the first time? ❤️‍🩹🫂😔❤️‍🩹

I can't decide if I want it to be a reader who is already doing derby or maybe a newbie reader so I'll do both lol

Newbie Skater

The first time Abby sees you is at a scrimmage. You aren't playing- your'e just a spectator. Another face in the crowd but one she hasn't seen before. You aren't wearing their team shirt or colors- but she sees the way your eyes light up as the bout begins and by half time your shouting encouragements in their favor. There's a moment of brevity, when the jam is over and she's leaving the track when she looks up and meets your eyes before you look away with a bashful smile in favor of whispering something in your friend's ear- she doesn't let herself get distracted but maybe she shows off a little bit. A show of strength and brutality for the pretty little thing in the stands watching her with bated breath- it may cost her a penalty or two but it's worth it when she sees you at concessions after the bout is over and you compliment her skill.

When she sees you at the first Incoming Skater Lesson run by the local league the week after her scrimmage, there's a pride thrumming in her chest because now she gets the one to comment on your form and teach you how to do crossovers, she just has to make sure not to say anything stupid when you reach out and grab her for stability each time you feel wobbly on your skates.

Veteran Skater

The first time she sees you is at a scrimmage your both competing in. There's always a kindness between the two teams, many are old friends who have played together years before or those who connect in mutual Facebook groups for their shared love of the same sport, something that overrides the aggressive thrumming in each player's veins they moment they step off the track and congratulate the same people that just minutes before they were trying to destroy.

When she first sees you on the track behind her, the opposing jammer eyeing the outside lane she simply sinks down into her heels and tells her team to hold you.

If only it was that easy.

You're fast. The type of fast that has her shouting to her teammates that you're going to take the inside but then you twist and dance along the out, taking long gazelle like steps on your toe-stops past her in a gust of wind that makes her blood boil each time you do. Abby hits you hard, sending your body crashing to the outside of the track before you pop back up and approach again with the same speed, the same intensity and the same passion that has her digging against the slick floors of the court they play on to keep you in place but you just keep fucking going. By the final whistle she's earned enough penalties trying to keep you from scoring points than her bench coach would like- but they win nontheless. There's that little part of her- the smug jackass that lives in her heart from years of not "being enough" that wants her to rub it in your face but before she gets the chance you take out your mouth-guard and offer her a dazzling smile with a breathless "good job" before you head to the locker room.

It's two hours later that she sees you again. After sharing sweaty but albiet love-filled hugs with friends who came to watch her play that somebody from your team taps her on the shoulder and tells her of an after party at a local bar. Part of her wants to decline. She drove by herself and is far too tired to endure any conversation deeper than "good job" and wants nothing more than to take a steaming hot shower and get some rest but finds herself going nonetheless- she tells herself it has nothing to do with their annoying little jammer who had the audacity to smile at her in the parking lot but Manny thought otherwise.

When Abby walks in she's greeted with the husky lure of Fleetwood Mac and the smell of greasy burgers. She barely gets to the bar before she sees you- now dressed tight top and a skirt that reaches down to your ankles, flaring out each time you turn like a character in a fairytale gesturing wildly while talking to your teammates. You look up, meeting her eyes and a wide grin grows over your face.

"You!"

Crossing the room in quick strides you raise your hand for a high-five, one she cautiously returns and tries not to think about just how tiny your hands are in comparison to hers.

"You hit like a motherfucker."

It's a compliment. Praise that makes her breath stutter and her voice shake when she says thank you. But then you make it worse because you're pretty. Even with your hair still a mess from wearing a helmet and your voice cracked from shouting all day you have the audacity to look cute when you should be frustrating her just as you did before. But you smile and talk about gameplay while praising her strength as a blocker on the track.

She knows she's in trouble because her heart is beating like she just ran a 4k and then you have the gall to lift up that skirt high on your thigh to show-off an already blackening bruise that you claim she gave to you and Abby realizes this Jammer isn't going to be leaving her mind anytime soon.

#also i should say: when somebody hits you hard enough to leave a bruise we call it a 'derby kiss' which is just. perfpect potential right #anyways im not gonna shut up about this anytime soon #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #derby!abby #sorry these suck I had to word vomit them before my night class starts

[primewritessmut]

Semi-retired roller derby player sliding in to hear more about the harlivy roller derby au

❤️

Helllooooo 🛼 VERY excited someone asked about this one! (And even someone that I don't have to explain the rules to!)

Basically, Harley and Ivy are on rival roller derby teams (who saw that coming, right?) but Ivy's a new player that Harley hasn't ever faced before. Harley's more aggressive style of jamming usually clears some space in the pack for her but it doesn't seem to intimidate this new pivot (Ivy).

Here's a little snippet:

“Fuck,” Harley hisses as she finds herself caught up on the pivot’s ass again.

It’s been at least forty seconds and she hasn’t even gotten out of the pack once yet.

“Harls!”

She looks up to see Banshee coming back for her, an arm extended.

They’ve done this move a lot, Banshee whipping Harley forward while sitting on the blocker she’s stuck behind, acting like a screen so that Harley can get free.

This’ll work. It always works.

Banshee’s hand wraps around Harley’s wrist, grinding the hard plastic of her wrist guard into her bones, and yanks while she spins, using the momentum to drag Harley forward and out of the pack. Except…

Except that fucking pivot has read the move and turned into their clasped hands, forcing them to let go or receive a penalty, and now she’s chest blocking Harley and goddamn it she has some nice tits. Her violently red hair is tied up in a braid that’s draped over her shoulder and tickling Harley’s cheek, and she wants to commit murder about it.

“Welcome to fucking Arkham,” Harley snaps as she pulls back a shoulder and drives it forward and up, trying to get unstuck from this bitch, but the pivot doesn’t even breathe hard.

“Are you the welcome wagon?”

The pivot’s voice is low and flat like she on a fucking walk in the woods and she’s never found anything even remotely interesting in her entire life.

Goodie comes swooping in from the left trying to sweep the pivot out of Harley’s way, but she just takes her stupid red hair and pushes herself backward eighteen inches, letting Goodie pass right on by, before she catches Harley on her chest again.

DAMN IT.

Her tits are really, really nice.

x

#wip ask #roller derby au #harlivy #fanfic #i am playing into every single roller derby trope i hate #but here we are anyway

[saint-pvc]

Street Fighter but it's roller derby

Explanations & elaborations under the cut ✌️😋

- It is technically a coed league, but there are only two guys on the team. Yang is canonically an inline skater, so he's got the transferrable skills, and Adon is just there to prove some wack ass point to his own ego that no one really gets but he made a huge fuss about it, and he's talented enough, so 🤷‍♀️

- Poison usually fouls out, if she isn't totally ejected, for stuff like egregious back blocking and forearms. She's in the penalty box far too often.

- Minors on the team are in the juniors program (coached by Dudley!)

- Team captains are R. Mika and Manon.

- Kolin's days on the team are numbered; people are already suspicious of her missing practice for 8 weeks at a time, and she doesn't really play nice with anyone else, soooo.

- Luke focuses more on the jammers as a coach, Honda focuses more on the blockers, and Zangief is also there! (He mostly runs practices, he's kinda useless at games.)

- Rose is training Menat to officiate. Rose played for one season, and then switched to reffing because it was hard on her joints.

- Rashid and Karin are usually jam refs, and jammers dread getting Karin as their ref because she's notorious for not paying attention and failing to call lead jammer correctly.

- Birdie will never ref. Most of the NSOs are willing to try it at some point, but he won't put a helmet on.

- Fei Long is also the photographer when he's not needed for NSOing.

- El Fuerte has somehow gotten himself into a situation where he's the penalty box wrangler every single game. He's not upset about that; he just wonders quietly if they're forgetting to write him into the schedule and then sticking him in the last available spot every time.

- Several of the "enthusiastic fans" tier are there because they have friends/family/fellow gang members on the team.

- Mad Gear shows up as hecklers, and it doesn't help that they have Poison fouling out constantly and Abi calling some seriously suspicious penalties as OPR. They have been ejected from the arena on numerous occasions.

- Blanka has no idea what's going on. He's just having fun :)

- Makoto would probably like to play, but she's too busy with karate and can't really afford to take on another contact sport at the moment, so she just drops by sometimes to cheer on her friends instead.

- Seth showed up one single time, watched the first half, claimed that he had everything memorized, and left. It was very weird and made the door volunteers uncomfortable.

- Guile is not impressed when they don't do the national anthem.

- Necro keeps winning 50/50 draws somehow. There's no apparent reason for this. He's only buying one ticket, he's pretty sure?

- Juri used to be part of the team, but she never played safely enough and hurt a lot of people during her time. She also made a lot of enemies with her constant chirping and general poor sportsmanship. She was approached by her captains one day and asked politely but firmly to leave. Sometimes she feels a little bad about it, but she'd never make that known to anyone, or even really acknowledge it herself. :(

#street fighter #sf6 #and thats the derby AU lmao #this has been an ongoing inside joke in the sf gc so i figured id compile it here #it is very silly please don't take any of this seriously

[bandy-andy]

I need everyone to hear me out...

Karlnapity Roller Derby AU

We have the Las Nevadas league Deathstalkers with Quackity as lead jammer, Foolish as pivot then Fundy, Purpled and Tubbo as blockers

Then Kinoko's very own league Mycelium Madness where Karl is the Jammer and Sapnap is the Pivot. Following in with Tina, George and Punz playing as blockers.

It's rivalry at its finest, with both teams having gone against each other in the past and tweets from official team accounts baiting each other on Twitter. Along drama filled banter back and forth across all social media platforms makes this a well-known feud. One that gets a lot of attention with the upcoming championship competition.

Karl and Quackity often quite literally butt helmets during pregame shit talk, and this is certainly no exception. 

After weeks of hype and banter an accident between Quackity and Sapnap on the ring leads to one nasty penalty and the offer of apology fast food while an angry Karl tags along and well... that rivalry turns into friendship that eventually buds into something more.

The rivalry never stopped though, it simply changed, and nowadays the opposing teams still shit on each other but well... no one else is allowed too. Leaving the change in dynamic to be speculated by fans of each team...

#I am such a fucking derby geek #I LOVE roller skating and i LOve roller derby #and i love karlnapity #so here #bandywrites #roller derby au

[pepsi-maxwell]

did somebody say wrestling/roller derby fic?

probably not and this likely appeals to me and me alone but fuck it, i wanted to write the bucks showing off their shiny custom skates and mjf getting double penalties <3

doesn't require much if any derby knowledge, other than Bont and Antik are skate brands, and jammers are the point scorers in the team

wordcount: ~650

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"Are those-"

Matt sticks his foot out with a smug smile. "The custom colour Bont Hybrid boots? Yup." They're horrendously garish; an absolutely awful colour combination that somehow manages to make his neon wheels look dull in comparison. Honestly, they're peak Buck skates.

"Read it and mother effing weep." Nick's don't look that much better. He sticks his own Bont skate out, different colours but still just as eye-watering, making Kyle look down at his own Antik boots with a more critical eye, which is stupid because they look fine. They're comfortable, they're plain black, and most importantly, they're broken in, because what kind of idiot brings brand new skates to a tournament? If they lose because the Bucks get fucking blisters-

He's distracted by a commotion on the inside of the track. The entirety of the Undisputed Elite look over with interest as the jammer from one of the other teams starts getting in one of the ref's faces. Kyle casts a surreptitious glance at the guy's skates, which are just as awful looking as the Bucks', but in a different way.

"Is he sponsored, with those skate covers?"

Matt makes a disgruntled noise. "Probably. Can't imagine it's doing them any favours, with his shitty attitude. He's had it in for Bryce ever since he gave him a low-block penalty at the last tournament."

"I'm pretty sure that low-block was on purpose, too," Nick adds. "Like, full-on, stuck his leg out and tripped me up when I passed him. Smashed my face into the track and bust my nose, so he's got it coming."

Kyle looks back up, watches the aforementioned jammer sticks a finger into the ref's chest

"-that was a directional penalty and you fucking know it-"

"-that was a legal block, 55, get back on the track before I give you a penalty-"

"-are you blind as well as stupid? He was pushing me backwards, I lost my established position, that's an illegal move-"

The referee blows hard on his whistle, places his left hand on his hip, pointing down with the right. "Pinnacle, 55, misconduct!"

"Are you fucking kidding me-"

"Go to the penalty box or it'll be an insubordination as well-"

"-oh you would, Remsburg, you biased piece of shit-"

Another hard blow on the whistle. Remsburg points at the floor with his left hand now, brushes his right hand down the length of it. "Pinnacle, 55, insubordination! Penalty box, now, before you get an expulsion from the tournament!"

The skater shoves his mouth guard in his pocket with a muffled scream of rage and skates furiously over to the penalty box for a one minute sit.

Bobby casts a glance to the rest of the now four-strong Pinnacle.

"Looks like they're making Wardog their new jammer," he laughs. Kyle watches as the tallest, biggest guy in the team takes the helmet cover with the star, and puts it on, bouncing on his toe stops, surprisingly agile for his size.

"I feel sorry for any team that has to try blocking him," Nick muses. "I'd just dive out of the way. Don't care how many points he scores, if I block him I'm getting pancaked."

"Yeah, I wonder what poor team's on against them- oh hey, Kenny's waving at us! Hey Kenny!"

Matt waves over at the scorekeeper's table, where Kenny's gesticulating wildly towards the track with his one good arm. "Wonder what he's waving for. I thought non-skating officials weren't supposed to favour any teams," Kyle wonders aloud.

"Thirty seconds!" Shouts the jam-timer. "Undisputed Elite, get on the track!"

Ah. That'd do it.

Nick looks over to the track despairingly, where Dax the Axe, Cash, and the Chairman are already in a tripod blocking formation, looking like the bad guys in an 80s high school sports movie, even with a one man disadvantage.

"Let's get this over with," Adam Cole says with a despondent sigh, grabbing the jammer's helmet cover and putting it on. Kyle doesn't envy him.

It's only two minutes, he tells himself. Two minutes of getting bodied out of the way by a behemoth of a man, while his team's points scorer gets held in place, futilely trying to push his way past three other huge units.

Longest two minutes of his life.

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notes on penalties:

directional is pushing a player in anti-derby direction, such that they are forced to move backwards, a surprising no no!

misconduct is being a dick to the refs, insubordination is not going to the penalty box the first time, many derby players have a penalty they always seem to get, and i feel these would be max's lmao

#aew fic #roller derby #this is entirely self-indulgent and i don't care #ask me about roller derby but be warned i will never stfu about it #wrestle derby au #gd writes

[caustickally]

I skated in front of an audience today! Our roller derby training program (which I am part of) scrimmaged as a pre game show for the competitive team bouts! So proud of myself for doing some awesome blocking, scoring some points while jamming, and not getting any penalties!

#life of caustickally #roller skates #roller derby #derby

[chaotic-bisaster]

I survived my first "normal contact" roller derby scrimmage after passing my minimum skills test! I was so fucking scared cause apart from like 4 people everyone else there plays on a national level. In the end, I love practicing with seasoned players, cause I feel like I learn so much more. Embarrassing myself or being knocked around are risks I'm willing to take. But it feels like everyone still treated us newbies a bit kinder, which might be good at this point.

To sum up, I got one penalty, got away with another and got to be a butt with one of my idols, which might have been the easiest blocking I've ever done cause they're so talented. Cheers to more good times and getting better.

#roller derby #thoughts #fresh meat

[meteorologears]

if i was in roller derby i would call myself 'Brawl Revere' and i would be a fan favorite even though i'd never actually be in the rink because they'd have to keep putting me in penalty jail for "accidently" knocking members of the opposing team directly into the dividers

#normal thoughts #anyway. put me in a roller derby team 2k22 i promise i won't knock opponents into the divider

[parfumieren]

Le Mâle et Ma Dame

Here's the thing: I really dig Jean-Paul Gaultier. I first came to admire him for his retrofabulous costumes for Jean-Pierre Jeunet's La Cité des Enfants Perdus; my admiration continued upon seeing the superfuturistic Gaultier ensembles featured in Luc Besson's The Fifth Element. I only seemed to be able to tolerate Madonna when she wore one of his marvelous, witty structured corsets. And I really liked Le Mâle.

A sassy licorice-lavender fougère with a pronounced top note of cinnamon Red Hots that comes in a bottle shaped like the rough-trade version of Schiaparelli Shocking? Hell yes! Many find the cartoon aesthetic of the ad campaign tacky or questionable, but I confess to loving those Tom-of-Finland-style sailors in their signature Gaultier striped tank tops and kiss-me pouts. Betty Boop reincarnated as a boy? Yes, please!

But truth be told, I wasn't really all too keen on Gaultier's subsequent choice of muse. Damned if I can tell you why Agyness Deyn got my goat. Perhaps it was that perpetually smug look on her face, like a cat that's found a jewel-thief-level strategy to get into the cream. Perhaps it was that ludicrous commercial for Ma Dame, in which Ms. Deyn rebelled against the heavy penalties of being a grossly overpaid and pampered top model by slicing at her hair and clothing with a pair of shears. Yawn.

So there I was, expecting Ma Dame to rear up out of the tester like a roller derby queen and hip-check me straight into next Tuesday. Instead, what did I get? I got pied, that's what. As in a pie in the face. A lemon meringue pie, to be exact-- soft, sweet, creamy, and knee-slap hilarious. I actually laughed as I wiped lemon filling out of my eyes. Why you little… I thought. Ahhhh, Jean-Paul. I can't stay mad at you.

Once I got down off my high horse (or rather, was knocked off it by this marvelous confection) I had to admit I loved being wrong. Or more to the point: I loved this fragrance for taking the piss out of me. It wasn't high art, or one hundred percent original, or even remotely serious about itself. It was simply FUN-- a scent meant to make you giggle, wriggle, dance, and play. (Why did I think it would be so standoffish, so aggro? Had I misread Agyness Deyn completely? If this fragrance was inspired by her, then make no mistake-- she's Pippi Longstocking and that's final.)

Ma Dame starts off all in-your-face lemon, which sounds like it could hurt-- but if you don't tense up before it hits you, it turns out to be a gooey-pudding pleasure. The lemon-herb-cake accord of Balenciaga Paris may be a minor homage, but the major difference is in the surprise note-- the "prestige" we'd call it if perfume could be spoken of as a magic trick. In Balenciaga Paris, it's a stainless-steel note, coldly glimmering in the background. But Ma Dame wants to say one word to you, just one word.

Are you listening?

Plastics.

When my sisters and I were kids, we shared an adorable see-through vinyl bubble umbrella with a lemon-yellow stripe around the bottom. The umbrella fit right down over you like a space capsule, but its transparency allowed for unimpeded vision as you walked through the rain. The sensations it offered were oddly juxtaposed, even mutually exclusive-- exposure and protection, confidence and concealment. Skipping down the street, you could see exactly where you were going. And if you ran into someone, it could only be on purpose… with mischief in mind.

Ma Dame smelled exactly like my childhood umbrella. Is it strange to love it so much for that?

It smelled like other things, too. On my hair, it smelled strongly of roses and geraniums. In the air around me, it smelled like stretch latex and petroleum jelly, slick and cheerful and synthetic. After an hour or so, an interesting rosemary scent began to thread its way through the latex, as did a high-and-dry vanilla-and-eggwhite meringue note. But it's the lemon-pie part that proved so compulsively sniffable-- softer than soft with just the right amount of edgy, kicky, cheerful garçonne attitude.

(It's only when you look up the scent elements and realize there's no lemon in this thing that your eyes get wide with wonder. There's no vinyl in it either-- but your senses, like mine, may tell you the exact opposite.)

Ma Dame (like its big brother Le Mâle, and like Eau Noire for Dior) was composed by Francis Kurkdjian. I'm beginning to believe this man is the Willy Wonka of fragrance. He exudes freshness, flippancy, childlike fun, a touch of danger, a love of the absurd, and the anarchic trappings of a first-class surrealist. (In fact, I'm waiting for the perfume in which the snozzberries really DO taste like snozzberries.)

Scent Elements: Mint, artemisia, bergamot, cardamom, lavender, orange blossom, cinnamon, cumin, sandalwood, vanilla, cedar, tonka bean, amber (Le Mâle); rose, orange, grenadine, musk, cedar (Ma Dame)

#le mâle #ma dame #jean-paul gaultier #perfume review #parfümieren

[pepsi-maxwell]

the only thing holding me back from writing the horrendously self indulgent wrestling-roller derby au of my dreams, mostly based on the fact that every five person faction perfectly aligns with the five players fielded each jam, is the fact that it feeds into the stereotype that as the point scorers, jammers need to be the centre of attention

that and i cannot be fucked trying to explain the penalties lmao

#this concept has one (1) fan and that is me #max would be a jammer because he DOES want to be the centre of attention #undisputed elite would get penalised every jam for fighting over who's going to be the jammer until kenny comes back #wrestling #roller derby #wrestle derby au

[caustickally]

I can feel the bruise on my butt and tailbone developing after my second ever roller derby scrimmage with contact. Jammed a few times, got knocked down A LOT, but caught myself before getting a lot of cut penalties! Proud of how much I've learned since summer.

#life of caustickally #roller derby

[joyffree]

**COVER REVEAL** Penalty Box and False Start by Echo Grayce

Straight No Chaser Series

Penalty Box is the prequel to the series.

False Start is book one.

Small town contemporary romance. Sports romance. Roller derby.

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✔ Bold, Determined Player

✔ Swoon-worthy Coach

✔ Enemies to Lovers

✔ Small Town

✔ Angst

✔ Scarred Hearts

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#PenaltyBox #FalseStart #EchoGrayce #CoverReveal #ContemporaryRomance