#eat dirt srs

[celestie0]

if u drive a tesla. fuck u

[jamiesfootball]

Just had the biggest galaxy brain idea of all how about Sam Obisanya fights Jamie’s dad in a parking lot

[markerdaily]

hfjoen.....

[harrysfolklore]

we need a fic about carlos’ win and piastri sisters’ reaction to it

THE LITTLE BITCH WON 🥺 ahhh im so happy for carlos, i had to write this ! i hope yo like thisss

READ LITTLE BITCH HERE

The Mexico City sunrise painted the sky as you and Carlos made your way to the track. He'd been unusually quiet during breakfast, that focused energy already building.

"Nervous?" you asked, squeezing his hand as your driver navigated through the early morning traffic.

"No," he said automatically, then caught your knowing look. "Maybe a little. Starting from pole here… the run to Turn 1 is so long."

"You've got this," you brought his hand to your lips.

"Max will be aggressive-"

"And you'll handle it," you cut him off. "Like the little bitch you are."

That broke his tension, making him laugh. "How do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me feel better by insulting me."

"It's a gift," you grinned. "Now stop overthinking and kiss me before we get to the track and you go all serious racing driver on me."

He obliged, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you close. The kiss was deep and slow, full of everything he wasn't saying.

When you pulled back, his brown eyes locked into yours, a soft edge on them that made you melt.

It was hard to think that those same eyes glared you across the paddock once and now you were about to complete five months of being his girlfriend.

When you arrived at Ferrari, Reyes and Carlos Sr. were already there. Reyes pulled you into a warm hug while Carlos got swept up in pre-race preparations.

"My girl," she kissed both your cheeks. "You look beautiful today."

"Thank you, Reyes," you said, squeezing her hands before your eyes unconsciously drifted to the McLaren area.

"You're going to check on your brother?" she asked knowingly.

"Am I that predictable?"

"No, mi amor. Just a good sister."

You couldn't help but smile at that. Over the months you've slowly learned to not feel like you needed to choose between Carlos and Oscar, it was a slow process but their support made it easier.

You found Carlos doing his final preparations. "I'm going to check on Osc for a bit.”

He nodded, already half in race mode. "Tell him I said he's got this. The McLaren's race pace looked good."

"I will," you kissed his cheek. "See you on the podium, little bitch."

His engineer snorted, trying to cover it with a cough.

The walk to McLaren was filled with nervous energy. Early fans were already filling the grandstands, the atmosphere electric with anticipation.

The McLaren garage was quieter than Ferrari, the mood still heavy from yesterday's qualifying. You found Oscar in his driver room, staring intently at track maps.

"Brought you coffee," you held out his favorite pre-race drink. "And Carlos says your race pace looked good."

"Thanks," he took the cup but didn't meet your eyes. "For both."

You sat beside him, studying his face. "Talk to me, Osc. What's really going on?"

He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer.

"I just..." he set down the coffee, running both hands through his hair. "Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for this. Like everyone made a mistake choosing me."

Your heart broke. "Oscar..."

"And I know it's stupid. I know I've earned my place here, but days like yesterday... it just brings all those doubts back."

"Look at me," you waited until he met your eyes. "Do you remember when you were ten, and you came home crying because some kid said you'd never make it to F1?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "And you made him eat dirt at school the next day."

"Exactly. And what did I tell you then?"

"That I was meant for this," his voice softened. "That you could see it in the way I drove, even in karts."

"And has that changed?"

"No, but-"

"No buts," you took his hands. "You're exactly where you're supposed to be, Oscar Piastri. Bad qualifyings don't change that. Bad races don't change that. You're my little brother, and I've never been wrong about you."

He squeezed your hands. "How do you always know what to say?"

"Big sister superpower," you kissed his forehead. "Now drink your coffee and show them what you can do from P17.”

“Thank you, sister,” he squeezed your shoulder, “Now go back to your man, he’s driving like a beast this weekend.”

When you returned to Ferrari, the pre-race energy was at its peak. Carlos was in his final preparations, but his eyes found yours immediately.

"Oscar okay?" he mouthed.

You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. Another side effect of your relationship was that Oscar and Carlos became closer than ever. Oscar looked up to him and Carlos grew so fond of him that he cared about him like an older brother.

It was something not even in your wildest dreams would make sense a year ago. But right now felt like the perfect dynamic.

The garage began clearing for the grid walk. Carlos pulled you aside quickly.

"Para suerte," he murmured, kissing you deeply.

"Little bitch," you whispered against his lips. "Go win this thing."

Reyes and Carlos Sr. were waiting in the garage, both greeting you with warm hugs as you settled in to watch the start.

"Nervous?" Reyes asked, taking your hand.

"Always," you admitted. "For both of them."

The formation lap began, your heart pounding as you watched Carlos lead the field around. The ambient temperature was rising, making tire management crucial.

"He's got this," Carlos Sr. said confidently. "Look how smooth his formation lap is."

The garage fell silent as five red lights appeared above the start line. Your hand found Reyes', both of you holding your breath. The Mexican heat was stifling, but you barely noticed, every nerve focused on the Ferrari at the front of the grid.

"Vamos, hijo," Carlos Sr. whispered, his usual composed demeanor cracking with nervous energy.

The lights went out, and twenty cars launched forward into the long run to Turn 1. Carlos got a perfect start, but Max's Red Bull was immediately in his slipstream, the blue car looming in Carlos's mirrors. Side by side they went into the first corner, neither giving an inch.

"Come on, come on," you whispered, unconsciously leaning forward.

Carlos held firm on the inside line, forcing Max to take the longer way around. Through Turn 2, the Ferrari emerged still leading, and the garage erupted. Engineers who usually maintained professional calm were jumping up and down.

"Tranquila, mi amor," Reyes squeezed your hand. "Look how controlled he is."

The pit stop window approached, tension ratcheting up. Ferrari brought Charles in first, the stop clean but nerve-wracking.

"Pushing too hard on those tires," Carlos Sr. observed as Carlos finally pitted.

When Carlos crossed the finish line first, the garage exploded. You hugged Reyes, both of you crying and laughing. Carlos Sr. wrapped you both in a bear hug, his usual composure forgotten as he shouted "¡Vamos!" repeatedly.

Through happy tears, you saw Carlos pump his fist as he drove past, and you couldn't be happier for him.

The podium ceremony felt eternal. When they finally played the Spanish anthem, you saw Carlos's eyes glistening as he sang along. He caught your gaze in the crowd and winked, making your heart flutter just like it did that first time you saw him win in Australia.

Back then, you tried to play it cool, like you didn't care that he won. But right now the story was completely different.

After the ceremonies and media obligations, Carlos finally made it back to the team. He lifted you off your feet the moment he saw you, spinning you around as you laughed.

"Mi amor," he breathed against your lips before kissing you deeply.

"My champion," you whispered back. "My little bitch."

He laughed, pressing his forehead to yours. "Only yours."

Carlos received hugs, cheers and champagne showers from friends, team members and family. After taking some photos and watching him complete more interviews, it was time to head out and celebrate.

"I'm going to check on Oscar one more time," you told Carlos, as you walked through the paddock.

"Tell him to come to dinner," Carlos said. "He drove well today, P8 from P17."

You found Oscar in the McLaren garage, already changed and packing up.

"Hey champ," you smiled. "Coming to dinner with us?"

He gave you a small smile back. "Think I'll pass tonight. Bit tired, and…" he paused. "Just want some quiet, you know?"

You studied his face. "You sure? Carlos specifically asked for you to come."

"I know, and tell him thanks," Oscar squeezed your hand. "But you guys should celebrate properly. I'm good, really. Just going to order room service and study the race data."

You pulled him into a hug. "You drove amazingly today. P8 from P17 is no joke."

"Thanks, sis," he hugged you back tight. "Go celebrate with your winner. Just... maybe not too loudly in the hotel? The walls are thin."

"OSCAR!"

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ynpiastri MY LITTLE CHAMPION BITCH 🥲🥲 i’m SO proud of you mi amor, we all are. one more win this season showing everyone the talented driver that you are. the best is yet to come ❤️

also beyond proud of my baby brother as always, your determination and ability to push through every setback never ceases to amaze me. chin up, i know you got this

oh and lando got p2 i guess

GRACIAS MEXICO CITY 😩

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username1 AHHHH

username2 SIMP PIASTRI

username3 this is still wild to me they used to hate each other’s guts

scuderiaferarri ❤️

username4 this is wild bc she hated him when he won in australia 😭

nicolepiastri Congrats Carlos! Come visit and bring embarrassing stories of my daughter please

↳ ynpiastri MUM😩

↳ username1 she’s an icon

reyesvdec Te amamos ❤️

↳ username2 the sainz love her so much i could cry

username5 HELP THE LINE ABOUT LANDO 😭

oscarpiastri Love you sis. Congrats to Carlos ❤️

↳ carlossainz55 Thank you brother

↳ username2 this would send 2023 me into a coma

↳ username3 THIS PLOT TWIST

carlossainz55 Te amo

At the restaurant, Lando was the only driver who joined your celebration with the Sainz family. He fit right in, making everyone laugh with stories about Carlos.

"You know," Lando said, taking a sip of wine, "I used to be Reyes and Carlos Sr.'s favorite adopted son."

"Used to be?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, then you came along with your whole enemies-to-lovers storyline and stole my spot," he pouted dramatically. "Now I'm like the forgotten middle child."

"Ay, Lando," Reyes laughed, reaching over to pat his cheek. "You're still our favorite British son."

"Small comfort when YN gets all the good Spanish mom cooking," Lando grumbled good-naturedly.

After dinner, it was time for the party celebrating Carlos' win. He claimed that he didn't want to drink much, but that went out the window when his friends lifted him up as 'Smooth Operator' played.

"SMOOTH OPERATOOOOR!" they sang terribly off-key. Carlos was laughing, one hand clutching his drink, the other reaching for you.

"Join me up here, mi amor!"

"Absolutely not," you called back, but you were laughing too.

Hours later, the celebrations were winding down. You stood outside waiting for your car, Carlos' arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. The Mexico City air was cooler now, but his warmth kept you comfortable.

"I still can't believe it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Second win this season."

You turned in his arms to face him, taking in his slightly flushed cheeks and bright eyes. The victory high was still there, mixed with the pleasant buzz from the celebrations.

"You know what's different this time?" you asked, playing with the collar of his shirt.

"Hmm?"

"I don't have to pretend I'm not happy for you," you smiled, remembering Australia. "Don't have to hide how proud I am."

His eyes softened as he pulled you closer. "You were terrible at hiding it even then."

"I was not!"

"Mi amor," he laughed, pressing his forehead to yours. "You called me 'little bitch' with way too much affection."

"That was pure hatred," you protested weakly.

"Sure it was," he grinned. "Just like when you stared at me during the podium ceremony."

"I was plotting your demise."

"With heart eyes?"

"Shut up," you buried your face in his chest, feeling it rumble with laughter.

"Never," he kissed the top of your head. "I love reminding you how bad you were at hating me."

"I'm starting to hate you again right now."

"No you're not," he tilted your chin up, eyes twinkling. "You love me."

Before you could retort, the car pulled up. As you settled into the backseat, Carlos pulled you close again.

"For the record," he whispered in your ear, "I was terrible at pretending too. Ask Charles - he said I talked about you constantly."

"To complain?"

"That's what I told myself," he smiled against your hair. "But I think everyone knew better."

You intertwined your fingers with his, watching the city lights blur past. "We were kind of idiots, weren't we?"

"The biggest," he agreed. "But we figured it out eventually."

"Yeah," you turned to kiss him softly. "We did."

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Lilia Vanrouge - Lab Coat Vignette

"Let's have a bit of fun."

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Lilia: Oopsies, what a blunder. My first class in the afternoon is potionology.

Lilia: I almost forgot I needed to harvest the herbs I'll need for class before lunch break ended.

Lilia: I guess I got a little too into messing with Silver and Sebek.

Lilia: Hmm, I think the herb I needed was "duskweed." That should grow somewhere near this flower bed…

???: Give it back…!!

Lilia: Hm? Sounds to be some sort of commotion.

Lilia: It'd be cumbersome to get embroiled into whatever it is… For now, I think I'll keep to the shadows behind the trees and keep an eye on the situation.

Epel: Those "lanternblossoms" are mine! And their nectar was finally almost ready for harvesting after all my hard work…!

Lilia: Oh, that wide-eyed freshman… He's the new student that Vil's been keeping around recently.

Lilia: I think his name was… Epel?

Savanaclaw Student A: Well, hey now, thanks for raisin' 'em. 'Cause hey, this botanical garden's for all students to use, yeah?

Savanaclaw Student B: Yeah, we need these flowers too, man. From what I hear, they sell pretty high, see?

Savanaclaw Student C: You're a freshman, right? We're sophomores. You gotta respect your elders!

Epel: Oh come on…!

Lilia: Dearie me, look at that poor kid, caught up with some delinquents. I've been in the same boat before, it seems that's the fate of us small and petite folk.

Lilia: Nevertheless, those sophomores are picking on a poor underclassman with glee. So unsightly.

Epel: Grr… Give it back!!

[throws dirt]

Savanaclaw Student C: Ack!? [cough, spits] This dude just threw dirt in my face!

Epel: Next, sweep the legs!

[slam!]

Savanaclaw Student A: Ow!! Hey, aimin' for our shin's ain't fair, is it!?

Lilia: Oho, blind 'em and sweep 'em! Not a bad technique.

Lilia: Split judgements can mean everything on the battlefield. Good fighters are made from those who can make quick decisions without hesitation.

Lilia: However…

Savanaclaw Student B: Stop tryin' to think you're more than just a pretty face! Why don'tcha run back to your highfalutin' Pomefiore dorm and go embroider or somethin'!

[SLAM!]

Epel: Urgh…!

Lilia: Aw… And there he goes, thrown to the ground.

Lilia: Hmm. His fighting spirit is commendable, but he's no match against 3 opponents.

Lilia: I can't just abandon a growing chick with a promising future. …Well, I guess I can lend a small hand.

[rustle, rustle…]

Lilia: That's enough!

Epel: Eh? You're…

Savanaclaw Student C: Urk!! Aren't you Diasomnia Vice Housewarden Lilia Vanrouge!?

Lilia: Those herbs you're holding there, I need them for class as well. Could I have them?

Lilia: Looks to me like you three are sophomores. And as you can see, I'm a junior…

Lilia: If I'm not mistaken, you young'uns are supposed to respect your elders, hm?

Savanaclaw Student A: !! This guy was totally listenin' on us!

Epel: Um… Lilia-san. This's mah... I mean, this is my fight.

Epel: You don't need to jump in.

Lilia: Khee hee hee, oh, you're so cold.

Lilia: Sometimes it doesn't hurt to lean on your upperclassmen a bit. You can trust me, so just keep quiet and watch.

Savanaclaw Student B: Humph, fine by me. If you want these flowers, try and take 'em from us!

Savanaclaw Student C: Oh but, as an upperclassman, you definitely remember you can't use settle fights with magic, riiiiight?

Savanaclaw Student C: Without magic, you're just another weak little Malleus lackey.

Savanaclaw Student B: There's no way you can stand up with us! Hyahaha!

Lilia: I see… Seems like you're looking down on me too.

Lilia: See here, you little jackanapes. I don't need any magic to make you folk eat dirt.

Lilia: It's been quite some time since I've had to teach a lesson to such fiery little scamps. Well then, let's have a bit of fun.

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Epel: Wow… I definitely wasn't expecting that.

Lilia: I knew you boys wouldn't be a match for me, and it looks like I was right.

Lilia: Your punches were much, much too slow. I thought I'd fall asleep with how boring that was.

Savanaclaw Student A: Urgh… D-Dammit. I couldn't see his moves at all. When did he throw us all?

Epel: He just dealt with guys much bigger than him… And three of them at once, to boot… There's no way.

Savanaclaw Student B: I thought this guy was just one of Malleus's lackeys, but he's something else…!

Lilia: Think of this as a good lesson to never judge your foe by their looks.

Lilia: What now? Should I drill it into your heads once more?

Savanaclaw Student C: No way! Hey, l-l-l-let's get outta here!!!

[scrambles away]

Lilia: Khee hee hee. Now that I came out victorious, I think I'll take the lanternblossoms that Epel so painstakingly raised.

Epel: Ah… So you want… my flower too…

Lilia: Hm? …Hmmmmm??? Oh nooo! What have I done～～～!!

Lilia: I thought this flower was what I needed for potionology class but nooo～～ Ah, what a blunder.

Lilia: Here you go, Epel. I don't need this, so I'll return it to you.

Epel: I-I kinda don't see how that was a blunder…

Epel: …Uh, Lilia-san. I appreciate your help, but that flower's yours now.

Lilia: Hm? Why's that?

Epel: I went and lost to those guys, and now you're showing me pity…? I don't need none of that.

Lilia: Oho, what a thing to say.

Lilia: Looks like despite your fragile exterior, you've got quite the bite.

Epel: …You're one to talk.

Epel: You're about my size, and yet you just easily beat those larger guys… Who exactly are you?

Lilia: Heh, if you really want to know…

Lilia: I used to be really into fighting games. And the more I played, the more I got good at those special combos IRL.

Epel: You got that strong just by playing games?

Lilia: That's just a quip.

Epel: Huh…?

Lilia: Anyhow. I definitely like your pluck to not back down against your upperclassmen!

Lilia: Especially that first strike of yours. That was a masterstroke. With a little bit of polish, I'm sure you'll shine bright.

Epel: Do… Do you mean that?

Lilia: Indeed. There are ways for petite chaps like us to fight properly, you know.

Lilia: Here, I can teach you a thing or two.

Epel: P-Please…!

Lilia: Alright then, Tactics for the Small #1! "Maintain Your Distance"!

Lilia: It's unwise to fight bigger opponents head on. Their power will just overwhelm you.

Lilia: So the first thing you should do is maintain your distance. Avoid their strikes and wait for the right moment to hit back.

Epel: Uh… That's not really manly, though… is it?

Lilia: Just hear me out. Larger foes tend to get worked up when they face smaller and spry opponents.

Lilia: As soon as they lose their cool and swing wildly, that's your chance! Get in close and end them with one hit.

Lilia: Even better if you strike a vital point!

Epel: I get it! The bigger the foe, the bigger the target… Right?

Lilia: Exactly! Next, Tactic #2! "When up against 2 foes, hide in their shadows."

Lilia: For example, you can hide behind person A and strike at person B from their blind spot.

Lilia: This is another technique that only us with petite frames can use!

Epel: …From the way you talk about it, it doesn't actually sound too bad to be small.

Lilia: Of course, because stature doesn't determine your strength. What's important isn't the power of your swing, but how you use it. And, finally…

Lilia: You need that unbreakable fighting spirit, with just a tad bit of mischief.

Epel: Heheh… So you're saying not to fight them fair and square.

Lilia: Well, yes, because unlike sports, winning is all that matters in fights.

Epel: I'll keep that in mind. Lilia-san, thank you for the lesson.

Epel: Um… Do you think I can ask you to teach me some more fighting techniques some other time?

Lilia: Mhm. If I have the time, I can do just that.

Epel: Awesome…!

Lilia: Until then, make sure you keep working on yourself. Bye for now.

Epel: Yes, sir! Thank you!

Lilia: Khee hee hee, ah, the joys of youth～ That made me feel young again as well.

Lilia: I think I'll keep up this youthful momentum and go enjoy my afternoon, now.

Lilia: Hm…?

Lilia: Now that I think of it, I feel as though I've forgotten something important… What could it be?

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Vanrouge!! How atrociously bold of you to step into my classroom completely empty-handed.

Crewel: Where is the duskweed you need for your class experiment!?

Lilia: Ah, I knew I was forgetting something!

Crewel: Go Fetch!! Refrain from your carefree blathering, and quickly collect it!

Lilia: Right, right, I'll go right now.

Lilia: My memory must be going with my old age～ Oopsies, what a blunder.

Requested by Anonymous.

[rocksibblingsau]

When do you think the Bergens first captured the Trolls? My impression was always that it happened generations before the Great Escape. But I know others who think it was more recent, like within 10 or 20 years.

It'd have to be a few generations I think. If we assume much of their behavior was shaped by Bergens, there'd have to be very few trolls who had contact with someone who had been free. Personally I think even when Peppy was a child he didn't know of anyone who hadn't been born in the cage.

While there is cartoon logic, a tunnel of that length done in a way that wouldn't be suspicious would take a LONG time for people of that size. Not too many people can work at a time or they might be noticed, they can't use machinery, they likely can't work during winter (grounds too hard) or the rainy season (collapses) and they would need to put the removed dirt SOMEWHERE. If it builds up too fast it would garner suspicion.

We know that the Bergens decimated the population down to a single tree and they built their town AROUND the troll tree. If you look at a wideshot of Bergen Town it's PRETTY big. When unhappy Bergens also seem pretty uninterested in achieving much/have pretty low energy, so while an entire town of this size COULD be built in one generation, I find it more likely Bergen Town started off as a small hamlet and slowly grew to this size.

The familiarity that Gristle Sr and Chef have with the concept of eating trolls also insists that they are not first gen troll-eaters. Gristle Sr tells Gristle Jr that he was nervous his first time as well. While that doesn't tell us much, the way he phrases it seems to imply his situation was equal to Gristle Jr's. He wasn't nervous because trolls were some new thing or no one had ever done it before, he was likely a kid like Gristle Jr and nervous about what happiness would hold.

If we assume that the Pop Trolls 'Blend in' ability was gained due to Bergens that would take MANY generations.

I personally think that the Bergens swooped in not long after the strings split up. It would have been a great time to strike and without the outside help there's not much Pop could have done to stop it.

[2econd2ight2yd]

my nephew’s sonic oc that actually made me piss myself in fear/srs (his name is t, pronounced ‘tuh’)

when i asked him about t, he said “he’s a cute nice boy and he won’t crawl under your bed tonight he is an innocent boy and he will give you kisses and cookies and he really likes people. there is nothing wrong with him. i eat dirt”

[empressgeekt]

I like to think Peppy in challenge au always knew about Poppy's obsession with Branch and kinda figured he'd one day marry her. It's soemthing he'd secretly been very pleased about because he remembers when Clay and Viva were young, he and Branch Sr used to joke about their kids growing up together, and while it isn't the same two children, he thinks his old friend would be tickeled pink that Branch Jr and Poppy are so close

He smiles at the idea, and thinks maybe by supporting the kids he can start to make up his failures to his late best friend. Especially after losing Viva and Clay.

Branch Sr: They're both blondes, can't speak yet, and yet inseperable chaos monsters? Of course they'll end up together!

Jubilee: Will you two stop making bets on your not even one years old babies future marriages?

Peppy: she's right Branch. I need to know you're son's opinion on politics before we even entertain this idea, that he's good enough for my little girl.

Branch Sr: Me and Jubi have had to stop your precious little girl from eating dirt three times today.

Jubilee: If you guys start this competition about who can raise the best kids, at least let me get a 18 year worth supply of Popcorn and root beer first.

Yeah he'd try to make it up to them.

[ossydrawsthingz335]

GRAAAH SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR SO LONG AAAA!!!!!!!!!

anyways... ive kinda been hyperfocusing on this guy. idk. hes eating my brain.

(blame bitzy bop for this >:( /lh /pos) (check them out btw)

(edit: i accidentally called bitzy bop "pop" instead.. >_<)

also, PLZPLZPLZ dont tag tree x marker plz. that ship makes me uncomfortable since i see them as a father and son type of relationship. /srs /nm

(also, he def ate dirt once and didnt like it lmao)

[treadmilltreats]

Don't settle

I can't understand why we settled. We settle for a job we don't like. We settle for things, and we settle for people and relationships.

You can't find a job, so you settle for the first one, even though you hate it and it makes you miserable.

People settle in relationships all the time...

I can't get why some people don't want to be alone, so they will settle on the first person that comes along, afraid they won't find someone else.

I have friends who are beautiful, smart, kind, and funny, settling for dirt bags, with no jobs, who are living off of them. While they are at work, these guys are sitting in their homes, eating their food, doing nothing to help out. Really, are you kidding me?

Or the woman who lets a lying, cheating man back over and over, getting hurt every time.

Do you not have a mirror? Do you not see your value like I do? Do you not see this incredible woman you are? So why are you settling?

The same goes for men. Yes, I know good-looking, rich, smart men who stay in a relationship where they are miserable, mistreated, and belittled. Again, why?

Why do they insist on going back when they know nothing changes when nothing changes?

They have so much love to give. They are great dad's, great son's, terrific friends, so why do they not know their own self-worth?

You need to wake up and see what we see. You need to know it's okay to be alone than to be in a relationship that you're dying in. Trust me, happiness is so much better.

Yes, it's scary out there. Dating sucks and some nights are lonely, but the peace you feel inside is worth it all. If you truly have the one for you, it will be a fifty-fifty relationship. You will not be put down, taken advantage of, or lied to and cheated on.

They will build you up, tell you you can do anything. They will be your biggest cheerleader. They will be there for you to tell your secrets to, to depend on, you will feel loved and you will do the same for them. If they are not doing all of that, then they are not the one. Move on, get out, and start over!

For most of us, this is the second part of our lives. Most of us have lost loved ones. I have lost too many, and it makes it very real that this time we have is precious and way too short to be unhappy. It could be over tomorrow, and here you spent the last year, 10 years, or 20 years being unhappy, really?

Not me! I want to live each day like it's my last. I want this peace and joy I feel at this moment to last a lifetime. If I get to share this life with a wonderful man, that would be incredible, but I refuse to settle. I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than settle.

That's a bold statement, you're thinking. Yes, it is but if you felt the peace and joy I feel and then have it taken away like I had after not trusting my institution, you would realize that you will do anything to get it back.

So, today my friends remember, I will not be settling and neither should you. Look in the mirror, see what I see, know your worth, and expect nothing less than you deserve. Life is too short!

Fill your life with people you love and who love you. Improve yourself, get interests or hobbies. Volunteer, exercise, find new friends, but fill it with things that make you happy!

Always remember how many people love you and will be there for you, take the step to be happy with yourself, and don't settle.

"Be the change you want to see,"

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[astraydestiny]

Morning Glory

Disclaimer: This is about 1.5k words, and its not very detailed in terms of exposition and what not because this HAD TO BE 1.5k words at the most… It also had to have some other criteria I wasnt in control of, so if some things seem weird, then thats mainly the issue. Other than that, yeah! OH ALSO THIS IS NOT FREE USE! DO NOT LIKE COPY AND PASTE MY WORK ANYWHERE! LIKE SRS… DONT DO THAT! Reblogs r allowed ofc but NOT REPOSTS!!!

TW: Rotten Food, violence, crying, angst, sad-ish ending, overwhelming hunger, starvation. Uh… Yeah!

In the dark, murky air of the city, a small ray of light shone through the dark clouds of acid. There was a girl, in the middle of a patch of green grass with a single morning glory resting in her palm. The area rested between two tall, ruinous buildings- All with dirt stains and signs of decay on the sides of them. However, contrary to what may have been thought originally, those two tall buildings didn’t deprave the sight of any of the sight’s ethereal beauty. The radiant, warm waves that graced the girl's muddied skin as she held the petals between her fingers looked heartwarming at first glance. But upon further inspection, a shawl carrying an absurd amount of fruit lay lifeless upon the green ground, and food sprawled out of it haphazardly. The same palms carrying that morning glory were calloused, cut, and bruised. Her countenance was one of an innocent child, forced to pluck the last of her innocence, and an expression of mortification took over her features. Furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and faucet eyes leaked onto the puny petals of the violet flower.

“No.” She choked. “No. I don’t want to do this anymore, Xeno.” She repeated, and slowly a dark figure revealed itself from the shadows. It was a boy, a boy with a disappointed expression, and disheveled, brown hair. She looked the same, they were twins.

“Lyla-” She quickly cut him off.

“No. I don’t want to steal from people anymore.” She was stubborn, insistent, in Xeno’s eyes. But in her own mind, she acted on her conflicted emotions.

Xeno stepped closer towards her, he placed his hands on her shoulders carefully, as if she was about to run off at any moment. “Look, it’s unscrupulous. I know. But we’d suffer a greater fate than the consequences of defying moral scruples.” Xeno could tell. She was a penitent girl, more than he ever was. Her heart pounded harder than his did, she questioned her actions far more.

He took her hand into his and laid it on her stomach. He looked up at her, gauging her curious reaction. After a moment, a rumble came from her belly, and she instinctively swatted his hands away in favor of clutching her stomach in pain. She groaned as he watched in pity. “Hunger. Hunger is too cruel of a fate to subject ourselves to. A method of torture designed to subjugate people to gluttony’s gaze…” He looked down at Lyla sadly, “We ourselves couldn't possibly escape it. Not as long as the war between the Xeniathans and the Aistranians continues.”

Lyla wept on the ground, as her stomach convulsed and contracted within her body, yelling- screaming for sustenance. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the stolen apple and reached for it, but Xeno took it in his hands. She whipped her head up at him with bloodshot eyes.

“I’m sorry Lyla, but this is the world we live in. Our mother and father couldn’t care enough to keep us, so now we have to live the best we can. Morality is unattainable to the weak.” He dropped the apple in front of her, to which she immediately darted towards it. She took it in both hands and sunk her teeth deep inside the flesh, feeling the juices squirm between her teeth and the sour taste stained her tongue. It went bad long ago. But it was the best they had. Disregarding the taste, she took bite after bite, swallowing the rotten flesh without care for what she may contract. She was a cannibal. To eat at the cost of others, to eat without a care for anyone else. To eat.

She cried as she bit into the apple, and Xeno sat down next to her on the grassy field, taking a similar apple, and eating it as well. Although they might have eaten together, they were more separate than ever.

~~~

A week later, the two siblings emerged from the harrowing darkness of the two buildings, into the space of light between them. Lyla was quieter than normal, and Xeno was as per usual during that time. They stole and fought to stay alive. As they always did. But the air was different this time. The sound of whirring from aerial vehicles in the distance was far more prominent now. Sounds of chatter and robotic voices echoed throughout the alleys, and neon lights illuminated the dark clouds above. There was excitement in the air, and excitement was present in the erratic movements of one of the siblings, running over to the patch and picking up the wilted morning glory in his palms.

“Lyla, the war! The Xeniathans are coming to Aistrania! We’ll finally be saved from their despotism, we’ll be free!” But in the other sibling, that excitement was not reciprocated. Lyla had a blank expression pointed directly at the morning glory. Xeno was shocked. “What is it, Lyla? Why aren’t you saying anything? We’re saved! Once the Xeniathans come to Aistrania, once they conquer our land, we’ll have as much food as we please! Oh, why won’t you respond?”

Lyla could only stand there, as the whirring drones zoomed past them. Xeno looked back at her with a confused expression on his face. “Was it what I said yesterday? Lyla, we won’t ever be hungry again. We’ll find a foster home, you and me, together. We won't need to steal or eat rotten things. As soon as the Xeniathans arrive-”

“-How could you be so sure?” Lyla interjected. The light that once accompanied her eyes was replaced by dullness, like murky clouds fogging her vision. Xeno furrowed his bushy eyebrows with a frown.

��What’s gotten into you? You’ve been silent, Lyla. We’re to be saved-”

“-Saved? How can you be so sure that the Xeniathans won’t take our food instead? Don’t you, a boy so knowledgeable about how the world works, know that one of the main hardships of a traveling military is food supply?” Her eyes darkened. “There isn’t food anywhere, Xeno. And the Xeniathans were never known as being the most… Scrupulous. But of course, they do it to survive.”

“LYLA!” Xeno screamed. However, it could barely be heard from outside the alleyway. People were excited. They were frantically excited. Aerial buses, vehicles, and yells of the commonplace echoed through the entire thoroughfare, only sparing their dark alleyway. Xeno grabbed Lyla harshly by the shoulders. He was angry. “Lyla? Why are you being so pessimistic? What has incited this change in you?”

Lyla seemed unfazed by the way she was treated, and only brushed his hands off of her with a sigh. “Hunger, Xeno. I’m hungry. I’m so hungry. I can’t think of anything else anymore.”

Suddenly, Xeno tackled Lyla to the hard floor, to which both of their heads banged together. Xeno held Lyla down as she thrashed, but she soon relaxed once she felt the first few drops of water land on her cheeks.

“Is it raining, Xeno?” He bit his lip as she shook her head. “No, no it’s not. What’s the matter, Xeno? What is it?”

Xeno choked back a sob, “I’m sorry, Lyla.” Lowering his head in shame. “I’m sorry I want to stay. On an island where not even our national barriers are maintained properly, watched over with outdated A.I. software. With the way our country has been isolated for millennia, we’ve regressed, and we lack the proper funding to create ports or landing pads for imports- for food. I’m sorry we lack the proper technology to communicate from our years of isolation with the overworld. I’m sorry that now that we finally did, I prevented us from leaving. I don’t want to leave, Lyla. I'm sorry. I’m sorry, Lyla.”

Lyla’s own tears began dripping from her eyes. She shook with the same vigor that Xeno apologized. “It isn’t your fault, Xeno. It isn’t our fault that Aistrania failed us.” She cried, getting up and cradling Xeno in her thin, frail, weak arms. “If Aistrania failed us, we shall leave. There is no hope for us here.” She gazed up at the imposing, foggy sky with contempt. “The morning glory has left us long ago, and the apple has since tainted our souls.”

Xeno’s stomach rumbled unceremoniously, only causing him to weep harder. She slowly stood him up and walked with him out of the alleyway, and into the street. They were pushed and shoved, as people erratically rushed to the city’s exit.

They ran to a large, whirring, aerial ship, which rumbled loudly. The last boarding call. “The last ship to Xeniathan is leaving, and we will board it.” Xeno shook his head violently, and she felt a pang within her heart clutching it mournfully. Despite what Xeno wished, they had no choice. “Wave goodbye to Aistrania, in hopes of a piping, hot dinner.” And so, with her rueful brother, they boarded the ship, and left their world behind.

Writers note: If ima be honest… I really want to fix the flow of the piece and stuff. like its good, but with another thousand words I could totally do this piece justice. LEMME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK!!!

[nucl3ar-caut1on]

I FUCKING LOVE EATING DIRT AND DRINKING ON GHE HIGHWAY

DRINKING WHAT… ??????? AND IS THIS /SRS ??? /GENQ

[yuuniee]

Gimme Eris. Please. I need to squish him badly.

[Tsum Headcanons]

A/N: One silly little boy and his chonk, coming right up :3c

Tsum Eris is more confident and cheeky than actual Eris, always hopping around and unintentionally causing a bit of trouble. He can be seen often hanging out with Sinha, Vivienne, Renée, or their tsums.

When him and the tsum first meet, both of them get shocked, but Tsum Eris is the first one to approach his human counterpart!

They start bonding when Eris leaves to take a break from writing poems and his tsum hops on the keyboard to write a dozen more. When he comes back, he immediately goes to the laptop to check the notification sounds. That’s when he notices that his poems, along with the tsum’s, getting so many likes all of a sudden. He pats the tsum and says, “I guess you’re not so bad...” and they grow closer.

He tends to stack on other tsums as a way to get a piggyback ride and is willing to give one in return.

He can actually jump higher than other tsums and wouldn’t even notice.

When he’s not with Eris, you can find him at cafeteria near the sweets! He is actually willing to yoink sweets from there to eat later.

Tsum Riddle and Tsum Eris may fight, although some of these are just playful fights, but later he brings his dorm leader a strawberry tart as an apology.

If you look closer, you can see that he has a pair of wings, just like Eris.

He makes himself multiply by sneezing and helps Trey out in the kitchen.

He sometimes hides in random places in Eris’s room to play hide-and-seek, causing his human counterpart to panic, before he peeks out a bit to show that he is still here. (Poor Eris has multiple near heart attacks before of this :()

Because he plays with other tsums, he may come to Eris, covered in mud or dirt. In that case, Eris immediately brings him to the bathroom and washes him with baby shampoo and warm water. (Yes, he treats him like a little baby and thinks tsums are fragile and can get easily hurt...)

When the night comes, Tsum Eris would already be in the bed, sleeping soundly with Eris while being content. He would even try to hug him with his tiny limbs!

If his card was in the game, it would be an SR card with the illustration being him holding his tsum close to his cheek and looking at the viewer with a smile.

Tsum Eris shows his halo and wings more often than his human counterpart and gets a lot of eyes on him, even when he tells him to hide these parts.

If you see him fly, don’t be surprised! The wings are pretty much real after all~

If you give him a pen and a paper, he may draw little hearts on there. But if you don’t, he’s gonna draw them either on the desk or on your notebook.

He tries to be menacing sometimes, but ends up looking like a hissing kitten.

[trainedmutt-a]

A PRIVATE LOOK INTO GABE ABBOTT'S EARLY LIFE.

drayton,    mississippi,    held  around  7500  people.    on  the  outskirts  of  town,    just  up  a  long  dirt  driveway,    occupied  by  gabriel  and  emily  abbott  along  with  their  two  boys,    gabe  and  mikey,    stood  the  abbott’s  farmhouse.    not  that  the  land  it  occupied  was  really  a  farm;    not  anymore.    the  crops  had  long  since  dried  up,    suffering  from  many  a  summer’s  neglect.    gabe’s  father  wasn’t  much  of  a  farmer.    then  again,    he  wasn’t  much  for  taking  care  of  anything.    the  boys  rarely  saw  their  dad  throughout  their  adolescence,    and  when  they  did,    he  was  pouring  a  drink.    gabriel  sr.  worked  long  hours  in  the  mines  and  defended  his  love  affair  with  whiskey  just  so.

the  farm  would  be  passed  down  to  his  oldest  boy  some  day,    he’d  hoped.    it  would  return  to  its  once  glorious  abundance  eventually.    

except,    it  was  becoming  more  and  more  apparent  that  gabe  would  be  just  as  unfit  to  run  the  farm  as  his  father  was.    young  gabe  abbott  was  a  firecracker  with  an  authority  problem.    he  didn’t  listen  to  what  his  father  or  his  teachers  had  to  tell  him,    too  easily  angered  by  the  people  who  tried  to  dictate  his  life.    and  above  all  else,    what  gabe  wanted  more  than  anything  in  the  world  was  to  be  a  rockstar.    he  had  dreams  of  moving  to  the  city,    seeing  his  name  in  flashing  lights.    gabe  knew  he  was  meant  for  bigger  and  better  things  than  what  drayton  could  offer  him.

the  only  person  who  could  wrangle  him  back  in  was  his  mother,    emily.

gabe  was  a  real mama’s  boy.    his  father  was  too  drunk  and  too  violent,    his  teachers  too  controlling.    emily  abbott,    on  the  other  hand,    was  as  soft-spoken  and  nonjudgmental  as  they  came.    where  gabriel  sr.’s  first  instinct  was  anger,    emily’s  was  understanding.    she  did  all  she  could  to  soften  the  blows  of  her  husband’s  rage.    she’d  do  anything  to  take  care  of  her  two  boys.

when  emily  was  diagnosed  with  leukemia,    it  was  her  boys’  turn  to  take  care  of  her.  gabriel  sr.  had  long  since  lost  his  job  in  the  mines,    having  stumbled  in  drunk  one  too  many  times.    they  were  already  barely  scraping  by  on  what  little  money  they  had  saved  up,    and  emily’s  treatments  weren’t  cheap.    gabe,    at  17,    and  mikey,    at  16,    dropped  out  of  school  to  work  full-time  jobs  in  order  to  pay  for  his  mother’s  treatment,    but  according  to  gabriel  sr.,    it  still  wasn’t  enough.    the  backlog  of  bills  were  eating  up  any  money  that  gabe  and  mikey  earned,    their  father  told  them.

though,    that  wasn’t  really  true.    gabriel  sr.  was  a  liar  with  a  gambling  problem.    as  quickly  as  the  boys  brought  money  in,    their  father  lost  it  in  desperate pursuit  of  more.    funds  ran  dry,    and  quick.

emily  abbott  passed  away  on  the  morning  of  december  19th.    a  distraught  gabe,    reeling  from  the  loss  of  his  mother,    found  himself  on  the  doorstep  of  everett  bayer’s  house.    everett  was  his  best  friend  and  an  older  brother  figure  to  gabe;    ev  taught  him  how  to  play  guitar,    gave  him  his  first  cigarette,    and  helped  him  through  his  fair  share  of  hangovers.    but  instead  of  the  curly  haired,    sunken-eyed  boy  answering  gabe’s  frantic  knocks,    it  was  his  younger  sister,    carrie.    she  and  gabe  were  in  the  same  grade,    but  ran  in  different  circles.    carrie  thought  he  couldn’t  tell,    but  he’d  known  about  her  crush  on  him  for  years.    it  was  apparent  in  her  blushing,    wide-eyed  stare  every  time  he'd go over to  ev’s  place.    carrie  was  a  sweet  girl,    though  gabe  had  never  pursued  her  out  of  respect  for  his  best  friend  and  a  known  inability  to  provide  carrie  the  loyalty  she  was  looking  for.

but  with  emotions  running  high,    gabe  wasn’t  thinking  straight.  

a  month  later,    they  found  out  carrie  was  pregnant.    but  gabe  was  still  just  a  kid  himself,    barely  18  years  old,    and  he  was  terrified  of  fatherhood.    of  repeating  the  same  cycle  of  violence  his  father  had  put  him  through.    fear  gripped  every  single  part  of  his being  as  he  considered  what  this  meant  for  his  life,    his  dreams  of  stardom, success, riches.    so,    with  his  world  crumbling  around  him,    gabe  felt  he  was  left  with  one  choice.

the  last  and  only  trace  of  gabriel  james  abbott  junior  left  in  mississippi  was  a  messily  scrawled  note  on  his  brother’s  bedside  table  that  instructed  mikey  not  to  bother  coming  after  him;    he’d  packed  a  suitcase  full  of  clothes,    his  guitar,    and the  tiny  amount  of  money  he’d  saved,    and  taken  it  all  with  him  as he hitchhiked his way to new york.

[vnillatree]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ELABORATE ON XYLISOIL

HELPP HIHII first of all THANK YOU FOR ASKING

ANYWAYS UM theres not much to say actually HDVRJFV

to summarize as much as possible i was talking with Almond (@/walnutcookie) about how Xylitol Nova and Millennial Tree would interact if they met and I pointed out that since there aren't any plants in the Xylitol Planet he would probably end up eating poisonous berries wich Almond added that he would just straight up eat the dirt, i replied with smth like "Xylitol more like. Xylisoil" and it kind of just. spiraled down from there and the /j became /srs HELP

TLDR Stevia is a fankid 👍

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jade Leech Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 2

"It simply means I love them"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Alchemy Workshop]

Jade: When subjected to the electricity that comes from lightning strikes, mushrooms grow even larger. However, the reason for this is still unknown…

Jade: I was skeptical when I read that in my reference books, but it does seem that the mushrooms that were given an electrical stimulus did grow faster.

Jade: Lightning bolts which would normally be a terrifying cause of forest fires, can also help promote growth, I see. Such is one of the many mysteries the mountains possess!

Jade: How wonderfully fascinating. I shall have to keep an eye on the weather whenever I hike in the mountains now.

Azul: Ah, Jade, so you were here.

Azul: Really, I searched everywhere for you… I'd prefer if you wouldn't inconvenience me like this.

Jade: Oh my, is it that late already?

Jade: I must prepare the Mostro Lounge to open its doors.

Azul: Also, I would speak to you on today's provision purchases… Wait a moment.

Jade: What is it?

Azul: Those aren't… mushrooms that you have there in your hands, are they?

Jade: Yes, they are. These are the mushrooms that I had so lovingly cultivated that are now ready to be consumed.

Azul: We do not need any more mushrooms!

Jade: Eh.

Jade: I had planned on using my painstakingly cultivated mushrooms to craft some appetizers for the Mostro Lounge today.

Jade: Were you not yourself elated before this, saying, "What good fortune to get our hands on good quality ingredients, all for free!"

Azul: Indeed, I was pleased at first. They were also very popular dishes in the Mostro Lounge.

Azul: However, I have grown tired of them. Dish after dish, day after day… You are growing too many mushrooms.

Jade: I believe you also said, "Mushrooms are low in calories."

Azul: You need to consider that there is such a thing as "too much."

Azul: It's been just mushrooms for two weeks straight, you know. Two. Weeks. Straight. I will not eat any more.

Azul: And it would not be good if we were to bore our customers with that repetition.

Jade: However, I could not possibly throw away these sweet, little mushrooms I raised with all my heart…

Azul: I didn't say anything about doing anything wasteful like throwing them away. Sell them to the cafeteria, or the school store.

Jade: Sell them, I see…

Jade: Well, there is precedent here, so I'm sure the cafeteria will buy them from me.

Azul: Precedent?

Jade: Ah, just speaking out loud. I shall do as you say.

Jade: After all, I went through the trouble of cultivating these. I would be most pleased if I could give them to someone who would enjoy eating them.

[Cafeteria]

ーThe next day

[rabble, rabble]

Floyd: Gonna eat all the non-mushroom things～

Azul: I shall also be eating something other than mushroom based.

Floyd: Lately, Jade's always been smelling like dirt, too, y'know. I hate being in our room 'cause of it.

Azul: How hard you have it, Floyd.

Azul: It must be painful to have a sibling in such a strange club as the "Mountain Lover's Club."

Jade: There seems to be a lot of chatter going on behind my back… Well, not that I mind.

Jade: Now, where is he… Ah, there he is.

Jade: Fufu…

Azul: Jade? What is with that grin?

Jade: No, it's nothing. Let us eat.

Lilia: What's this, your lunch today is risotto again, Silver!?

Silver: Yes.

Lilia: I remember, the other day, you said that the mushroom risotto was delicious. Did you get hooked on it?

Silver: No, that isn't it…

Silver: …Yes, I've been searching for the flavor I tasted that day by eating the mushroom risotto every day since then here in the cafeteria. However, it seems to have returned to its former flavor.

Silver: The risotto that day was especially good. …However, it may have been a fluke. What a pity.

Lilia: Well, maybe there will come a time where you'll encounter it once more. Look forward to that and enjoy your meal in the meantime.

Silver: Yes, I shall.

Silver: …

Silver: …!

Lilia: What is it, Silver? You've frozen again.

Silver: This risotto…

Lilia: A-Are you saying this time it's actually poisoned? Is it!?

Silver: It's...

Lilia: Silver!

Silver: It's...

Silver: It's delicious!!!!!

Lilia: What, so it's good?

Lilia: What's with your reactions? Don't try to startle your elders like this. It's bad for my heart.

Silver: Today's risotto is just like that day's… No, it's much more flavorful than that day.

Silver: It's thicker than before, and both the texture and taste are much richer. The amazing flavor of the mushrooms have completely engulfed this risotto!

Lilia: I-I see.

Lilia: It must truly be something, if even someone as ordinarily stoic as you would go to that lengths to describe it.

Silver: That's right. This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. I never thought flavors could change this drastically.

Silver: Where could they have possibly gotten these ingredients…? These must be the highest grade of mushrooms.

Silver: Please, Father, you should try some too!

Jade: …

Azul: …de …Jade! Can you not hear me?

Floyd: There he goes again, just grinning in silence. I don't get it…

Azul: Perhaps he ate some strange mushroom…?

Floyd: Eh… Yikes…

(Part 1) Part 2