#I hate you anti wrinkle straws

[unicornicopia1]

Fear of aging is getting so extremely out of hand and I’m sick of it

[pettyprocrastination]

do you guys remeber when skin care was about the important of personal hygiene and keeping once safe + aware of the dangers of skin cancer instead of trying to push eight thousand anti-aging, anti-acne, anti-texture skin products and methods while posting pictures of people’s skin as a cautionary tale because “if you don’t use moisturizer you’ll end up looking like this ewwwww” 

[couriwaytown]

Im so so so so glad im not on tiktok anymore what the fuck is going on over there. luckily when i was there i mostly stayed on like the queer side of the app and saw particularly a lot of aro content, but oh my GOD the "beauty" side is SO ugly wdym you trained your face muscles to not move that's what they're supposed to do.???? i feel so sorry for all the people that are stuck there it must be hell :(

[sakebytheriver]

I really really hate that scene where Anya Taylor-Joy is taking the tiniest little dainty actor bite out of that cheeseburger in a way that just reminds me of those tiktok girlies who refuse to let themselves look ugly in any way, I get the same feeling watching those gifsets as I get from watching some plastic surgery addict drink from an anti-wrinkle straw

Because like this is meant to be a big moment in the movie, this bite into the burger feels like from what I've seen to be the climax of everything, and it should be highlighted as such. The whole movie exists because the chef is upset at rich people pretentious foody culture and her order of a cheeseburger is to bring us back to the middle and lower classes joy of food and as such I expect her to eat that burger in the rudest least posh way possible. I want her to lift that burger to her mouth slowly deliberately make it look like she's gonna bite it daintily and then, with the blood smeared all over her arms and her hair and makeup out of place and smudged, she opens her mouth unhinging her jaw like a snake and stuffs as much of that burger in her mouth as possible, make her cheeks puff out from how much is in her mouth and chew with her mouth open, the microphone picking up every gross squelch and every slurp, some of the burger even falling out of her mouth from how much she tried to bite off, there's cheese and mustard and ketchup left behind on her lips and all over her cheeks as she takes a gross, disgustingly giant bite that presses the whole thing against her face and you just know the actress had to spit it out into a bucket between takes so that in the next second when she uses her bloody arm to wipe away the mess on her face and it only ends up smudging and smearing it more all over her instead of cleaning anything, she is able to look up at that chef and deliver her next line calm, stoic, and resevered compared to the feral bite she just took,

"Now. That is a cheeseburger."

Like commit to the messiness of a cheeseburger, commit to the gross middle class exuberance of taking a giant bite of a burger/sandwich that's too big to fit in your mouth without making a giant mess, because that's the point you're trying to make here, right? That food, art, life, it's all supposed to be enjoyed and consumed exuberantly, not the pretentious new age rich foody culture of tiny portions and tiny bites and deconstructed food that takes the heart and soul out of it all, because when I watch her barely open her mouth and take a Squidward eating a Krabby Patty for the first time sized bite out of that thing I feel like the entire message of the movie is stolen by the very thing it was trying to critique

[grox]

I hate the anti wrinkle straw because even if you care about that for some reason you can literally drink from a normal ass straw without pursing your lips just make a seal around the straw and roof of mouth with tongue and suck as normal I do this when I drink ice coffee through a coffeee stirrer because its so good I have to foie gras myself

[deklo]

people buying and promoting “anti-wrinkle straws” SICKENING. I HATE YOU.

[doctorguilty]

That anti wrinkle straw tiktok is haunting me like I'm always finding out about some new completely mundane thing in life those kinds of people are avoiding for the sake of beauty and it disturbs me on like a automatic empathy reaction to picturing myself going through every moment of life as though I was wearing a full face of the most delicate makeup on earth and how stressful that would be and feel like how does someone resign themselves to living like a barbie doll in mint condition like you need to be so hyper aware of every little way you move your body you can't even drink through a straw...... how do you live like that why do you live like that... this isn't even a "wrinkles are beautiful" point and I see a lot of comments talking about that and it's like I agree but that isn't the horror of it to me, the horror isn't that "they don't even see the beauty in aging" the horror is that they're treating their bodies like paper thin porcelain for no reason other than the fear of even the slightest crease or blemish on one's body is apparently more harrowing than the stress of living the way I described, it's truly horrific to imagine willingly depriving yourself of moving like a normal human being Iike idk can you even save these people?? Are they too far gone? And like the inner conflict of feeling bad for them but also hating them for spreading this message onto other people, idk the whole thing is like psychological horror to me.

[miss-m-winks]

I hate that this is being labeled as an "anti wrinkle" straw, because that actually looks like an incredible alternative straw for people that have disabilities. Like if you can't easily lift a drink or tilt your head or move your mouth for any reason, a straw like this would be super useful!!! I wouldn't be surprised if that's the original purpose of the design!

WRINKLES ARE FINE JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE

[carlysviewonsocialmedia]

Social Media Right Now

My name is Carly Kelly. I take Social Media Communications at the Community College of Rhode Island. My other classmates and I have been instructed to make a blog on Tumblr about social media. There are various kinds of social media in today's age and each platform serves a different purpose but also has an idea. Lots of social media is used to connect with people you know and/or connect with people you want to know. To post about what you're doing in a day or how you're feeling.  

A lot of social media also serves as a large ad to sell you assorted products. I use social media to connect with the people I know and learn about other people's experiences and daily lives. As an example, I use snap chat but I don't text or talk to people on snap chat or any other platform because I don't enjoy texting and the back and forth, I use snap chat to post videos about something fun I'm doing with my friends or snap videos and pictures to my friends to show them what I am doing at the time. I only use Instagram to share photos and like my friend's photos and interests. Because I can see what my friends are interested in, I can learn more about them without talking to them. I can also learn about anything happening in the world through different platforms but sometimes I can be misinformed by different creators/ posters that want views and share fake news to gain a reaction. Scrolling through TikTok is one of the most addicting drugs. A lot of stuff I see on my “for you page” is funny videos, small blogs, people creating art, and of course drama stories or pov this happened to me blablabla. I like TikTok because it passes the time and shows me funny/ interesting ideas and entertainment but sometimes it can steer me in the wrong direction when someone posts something that is misinforming or just hate someone without having a real reason or evidence. A good word to describe a lot of social media platforms is “brain rot”. Some things that bother me about social media are how people view different bodies and how people are viewed as attractive. 

People create stupid trends to make themself look more appealing which in turn makes you feel worse about yourself or harms you physically. One example of a stupid trend is mewing. Mewing is a jaw exercise that is supposed to strengthen your jaw and create a sharp, strong-looking jawline. From the different social media and videos, I've seen about mewing, I've learned that it honestly does not affect your jaw. Some people buy a rubber cylinder that they bite on to strengthen their jaw. You're not strengthening your jaw; you are damaging it and will destroy your mouth. You also look incredibly stupid, and you are initially chewing on a glorified dog toy. Not attractive. I hate how social media tells us to look a certain way and we will be more attractive. Many people have different body types and can't control how they look unless they want to spend ridiculous amounts of money on products and procedures that “improve” our looks. I hate the trend of being scared that we will one day age and that if I see a wrinkle I should start panicking. Anti-Wrinkle straws are stupid and if I see gray hair I am going to be fine because who cares? We will all age and I prefer to age gracefully. There's not a problem with dying your grays or buying products that slow the aging process but it's not okay to shame someone for aging and looking the way they do because you can't change what is going to happen. I am a larger plus size woman. I do feel like the way I look is wrong sometimes because of how social media views individuals who are larger. I also hate shopping online and the model that is supposed to be modeling plus size clothing is skinny or had so curves at all. We are not represented in that way.  

 Kids right now are not being watched and are not given the attention they need. Kids are going on social media and processing what is being told and shown to them using the newfound “knowledge” to fuel their behavior. A lot of brain rot prank channels teach children to treat other's feelings like a joke and to put other people in danger without caring about their well-being. Some creators that make me feel uncomfortable are people like Jack Doherty who use their fame and money to make other people's lives miserable. He crashed his car and instead of helping his friend with a head wound he asked him to keep videoing and took his shirt off. Ksi and Logan Paul made a drink marketed as healthy or better but is not good for people's health and their only audience is mostly kids. A lot of these creator's posts affect children's thinking. Children think “Oh well my favorite creator this this thing that harmed another person in some way or did this thing to someone else, but it must be ok because they're the best and they give stuff away to their fans all the time”. Children are easily influenced and are not being parented. Social media is raising your children not you. The reason I chose to take this class at CCRI is to learn more about social media and if there is a way to change people's views on social media. We should be able to share without harming others or harming ourselves.  

[handsome-john]

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[peppermint-cardboard]

about the anti ageing thing that’s been going around the internet, especially the "POV: You laugh too much" video that just fills me with anxiety and fucking rage in equal parts.

if you are spreading a message against body positivity, against the human process of ageing, against the human capacity to feel joy… you are contributing to something evil and oppressive, the idea that people (especially women and girls) should feel so scared of wrinkles or dehydrated skin or ageing or whatever the fuck that they should change the way they live, or should change the way they feel joy, or should stop laughing. you are contributing to something evil.

let’s say someone with anxiety comes across a video about "laugh wrinkles". you say "you laugh too much. you’re gonna get wrinkles on your face! and then you’ll be ugly!". you are trying to plant a seed in their mind of doubt and hate of themself and their very capacity to experience and express joy. they might latch onto this thought, have it repeated again and again. maybe it’ll come up the next time they laugh. maybe they’ll stop themselves from laughing or watching something funny or that they enjoy, because "oh man. those wrinkles". they might spiral, they might have this thought every time they laugh or think of laughing, they might just try to stop laughing or enjoying themselves altogether. because "oh man. those wrinkles".

so they develop a complex about laughing, and about their body. they watch more videos, about mouth wrinkles or worry lines or some dumb type of drinking straw. they feel insecure and bad about themself. they develop body image issues, maybe they become paranoid of eating or cooking or just laughing, doing things they enjoy. maybe they develop an eating disorder. maybe they become depressed, and anxious. maybe they spend dump truck loads of money on anti-ageing products and hacks because you say "oh man you gotta get a swimsuit body. that face cannot have a single wrinkle on it. stop laughing so much".

and you, the maker of this video or ad or brand, profit off this? you make money this way? does this fulfill you?

you are preying on young and anxious and vulnerable people and trying to warp the image they have in their own mind of their own form, their own flesh and blood, their own body, pretty much the only thing in the world about ourselves that we cannot change. you are trying to get them to become anxious and afraid and manipulatable so you can keep peddling your products or your brans or your narrative of conventional beauty above all else and so that they will change the way they live and experience their lives to suit your brand and your narrative.

it is evil. it is an evil thing, and a poisonous thing, to prey on someone’s body image.

and to the people who watch these videos or are anxious that they and their body are not enough: you are enough. you are beautiful. your body is downright stunning. you’re human, just like me, just like the people around you. you’re trying your best. let me say it again: you are enough. you are beautiful. you are stunning, and gorgeous, and handsome, and beautiful, and sexy, and cute, and pretty, and fetching, and cuddly, and adorable, and hot, and every other compliment i can think of.

the only people who try to prey on your body image are people who want something out of it, who have something to gain from you feeling anxious and bad about yourself.

there are few things as beautiful as the human body. and there are few things as beautiful as your body, dear reader. you are enough.

you are absolutely stunning, you gorgeous human you. no matter how many wrinkles you may have, no matter your weight, your hairline, your chest size, your mobility aids, your stretch marks, your worry lines, your smile lines, your freckles, your tattoos, your birthmarks, your scars, your physical ability, your mental ability, your grades, your wealth, your anything.

we all get one life. we all get one body. there are few things more joyous than being comfortable and happy in your body, and you can do it. you have no reason to be anxious or feel bad about your body. because you are beautiful. you are enough. you are you, just the way you are. you are the only you there can be on this earth.

and that, to me, is one of the most beautiful parts of being human.

so laugh. smile. cry. love. worry. eat. sleep. live your life. live it the way you want it. be joyous, be sad, be angry, just be human. just be you.

that’s enough.

that’s beautiful.

[nyxisadyke]

i remember once being told that drinking with a straw was good for your face cause it like exercises the muscles in your cheeks??? makes your face more toned??? and now it’s changed to drinking with a straw causes wrinkles. i hate the cycle of things being good for you then bad for you and this other thing is good for you now, in 2-5 years there will be some big thing about the anti wrinkle straw causing like lip drooping or something, when will the beauty industry die

[chaosandthe-deadblog]

No because this shit upsets me so much. You’re not old at 30. You're not even old at 40. Women can have grey hair and wrinkles and stretch marks and whatever fucking thing you think makes them less valuable as people for having at their 20s.

I'm sick of women that are like, what, 35, getting told "oh but you look so young!!!" She doesn’t. She looks 35. She looks her age. You just have a messed up idea of what a woman in her 30s looks like.

I am young. I am someone with acne and no wrinkles. I went to the pharmacy today asking for a makeup remover and got handed an anti-acne cream. I don't know how to tell you this, but you're going to have acne and you're going to have wrinkles and it's OKAY to do skincare if you want but forcing it to CHILDREN and young people, making them think that they need it to be beautiful, and giving them actual obesssions with their looks is not as progressive as you think.

My mother is not old, but she has grey hair. She tells me all the time how much she hates that she's seen as older than she is for having grey hair. She's in her 40s.

You don't need to buy a fucking straw that prevents wrinkles you don't need a skincare routine with 50 steps you don’t need whatever the fuck baby botox is you don't need everything these companies are trying to sell to you so you will stop aging. Aging is a gift it's beautiful and I can't wait to be old and have wrinkles on my face that tell me I've lived.

Anti-Aging is a plague.

i urge people to watch this video especially if you're young (like me)

this stuff is terrifying. you should NOT be worried about wrinkles at SIXTEEN

[bellakitse]

Under the surface and tryin' to pretend

He knows he’s probably coming off as rude and anti-social as he ignores his friends. They’re supposed to be having fun at their local honkytonk after a long tiring week at work, but he can’t focus on them when his attention is on a certain officer across the bar playing pool with a stranger who is way too close for TK’s liking.

+

TK mistakes a situation. It forces his feelings to the surface.

Written for @911lonestarangstweek - Day 2: Physical whump + “Does it hurt badly?”

TK Strand nurses his mineral water, stirring it with a straw as he tunes out his crew’s chatter and the band playing. He knows he’s probably coming off as rude and anti-social as he ignores his friends. They’re supposed to be having fun at their local honkytonk after a long tiring week at work, but he can’t focus on them when his attention is on a certain officer across the bar playing pool with a stranger who is way too close for TK’s liking.

He grips his glass a little tighter as the handsome man leans in, intimately speaking into Carlos’ ear. Whatever he says causes Carlos to tip his head back as he lets out a deep laugh that TK swears reach his ears over the noise of the busy watering hole. He feels his stomach drop as he observes the interaction, and he has to remind himself that he has no claims over Carlos Reyes. Sure, they hang out and sleep together occasionally, but they’re casual by TK’s own design, and he has no right to be jealous now when it’s obvious the guy is on a date.

“If you hold that glass any harder, you’re going to mess up your hand, man.”

TK jumps at the words. He jerks his gaze away from Carlos and his date to find Paul watching him with amusement and concern.

“What’s that about?” his friend questions, tipping his chin. His eyes stray to Carlos and his companion before looking back at TK once more. The amusement is gone from his eyes, but the concern has doubled.

TK gives him a shrug, hoping it comes off as effortless but knowing he’s failed by the wrinkle between Paul’s brow. “He’s single; he’s allowed to hang out with whoever he wants. I have no claims on him,” he answers, needing to say the words out loud for his own sake. He startles when Paul lets out a snort while rolling his eyes at him.

“Yeah, that’s ass,” Paul says to him bluntly. “It might work on the rest of the team, but I have actually hung out with you both and seen the frankly embarrassing heart eyes you give each other.”

“Well, obviously, you’re mistaken since he’s on a date right now, aren’t you,” TK snaps back, feeling the hurt building in his chest.

Paul gives him a soft look, not put off by his attitude. Instead, he throws an arm around him, pulling him to his side in comfort. “You don’t know what that’s about. It could just be a friend, and you’re making a bigger deal about it because you’re scared that it’s more than that, and that would hurt because you have feelings for him.”

“I hate it when you do your thing,” TK says with a sharp exhale. “You don’t have to call me out like that, you know,” he continues, shaking his head when his friend chuckles.

“Am I wrong?” Paul challenges, smirking as TK rolls his eyes at him.

“You know you’re not you all-knowing dick,” he grumbles, scowling as it makes Paul laugh again.

“Go talk to him,” Paul tells him, nodding when he gives him a nervous look.

“But – “

“If it’s a date, better you know now,” Paul talks over his protest. “Though I really don’t think Carlos would be such an asshole to continue a date with another guy in front of you. He doesn’t seem the type.”

TK looks at his friend for a moment, letting his words settle over him. He’s right. Carlos isn’t the type; he’s been nothing but kind and patient with TK. Going at his speed, never pushing for more. But it’s precisely that thought that clouds the others. What if Carlos is tired of TK and all his issues that stop him from committing to him the way Carlos deserves.

“Go, TK,” Paul pushes on his shoulder.

TK lets out a breath, nodding as he stands. He starts to cross the length of the bar, intending to get to Carlos when he hears commotion to his left. He turns his head to find a pair of men shoving each other, a petite blonde girl between them trying to pull them apart as the mens’ voices get loud enough to draw the attention of the whole bar. TK’s focus is on the small woman who keeps getting pushed back and forth as she tries to break it up.

He lets out a shout of alarm, moving towards them as one of the men pushes on one of her shoulders hard, causing her to trip backwards and fall onto the floor.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” he asks, getting to her as another woman helps her up. He takes hold of her elbow gently as she shakes. Over her head, he sees Carlos and his date make their way over to them.

“Break it up,” Carlos says sternly, using his officer voice as he steps around TK and the woman to address the men who are fighting.

“Mind your own fucking business, man,” the guy who shoved the girl spits at Carlos. “This asshole is messing with my girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” the girl speaks up, still shaken.

“You heard her,” says the other guy, smirking in the first guy’s direction. It’s the wrong thing to do as it gets them started again, shoving at each other.

TK hears Carlos mutter a curse as he takes a step forward to intervene, pushing back the ex-boyfriend.

“Chill out,” he warns him before turning to address the other man. The guy doesn’t take kindly to being told what to do and rears his fist back.

TK sees it coming towards Carlos’ head and reacts on instinct. He shoves Carlos out of the way, saving him from the punch that unfortunately still lands but on TK’s face. He lets out a groan as his jaw explodes with pain. Dimly he hears shouting, but all he can focus on is the ache and the way he sees black spots dancing in front of his eyes.

He feels hands pull him away, he’s not sure who it is, but he’s grateful. He’s pushed into a chair as hands pry at his own as he holds his jaw.

“Let us see, man,” Paul asks, concern coloring his voice.

TK opens his eyes to find him and Mateo hovering around him. Marjan comes over a moment later with a rag in her hand, and he hisses when she places it against his cheek, realizing there’s ice inside it.

They check him over, tilting his head to check his eyes, asking him questions to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion. It’s how Carlos finds them minutes later.

“Is he okay?” he asks anxiously. He steps forward as Paul and Marjan move out of his way, allowing him to reach TK. He cups the good side of his face. “TK?”

TK stares up at his worried face, letting out a sigh as he runs his thumb over his unbruised cheek.

“He’s a little dazed and probably in pain, but he doesn’t seem to have a concussion,” Paul answers for him.

Carlos doesn’t seem to relax at their friend’s reassurance. “Does it hurt badly?” he asks him. “Maybe I should take you to the hospital.”

TK opens his mouth to ease Carlos’ concern but instead finds himself blurting out.

“Where’s your date?”

He feels his face go hot as Carlos gives him a confused look, his brow pinched in the middle.

“What?” he questions back. “What date?”

He hears Paul let out a low whistle and him say that Carlos can handle TK as he ushers a confused Marjan and Mateo away. TK tries to scowl at him for abandoning him but can’t when Carlos is still holding on to his face.

“TK?” Carlos questions again, and TK knows he can’t avoid the question.

“The guy you were playing pool with,” he answers, shrugging his shoulder. “You looked like you were having fun.”

Carlos looks at him for a moment, understanding entering his eyes. He lets go of his face as he finds a chair, moving to sit in front of TK, making sure he holds his gaze. “I was,” he starts to say, knowingly. “Chris and I have been friends since the academy. He’s my very good, very straight, and married friend who changed precincts a while back and who I don’t get to see as much. He’s currently babysitting the asshole who punched you until someone on duty shows up.”

“Oh,” TK whispers, feeling himself blush again, the embarrassment paining him more than his aching jaw.

“Yeah, oh,” Carlos shoots back dryly, letting out a huff. He shakes his head softly. “Do you really think I would cheat on you? And do it right in front of you?”

“It wouldn’t be cheating though,” TK answers quickly, biting down on his bottom lip. “It’s not like we’re together, together,” he continues, and his breath catches as he sees a flash of hurt cross Carlos’ face.

“Right,” he says quietly, his shoulders dropping, his eyes going to his lap. “My mistake,” he continues as he slowly starts to get up from his chair, still not looking at him.

“But I want us to be,” TK blurts out at the sight of Carlos’ hurt feelings. It feels worse than a fist to the jaw. “I really, really want us to be.”

Carlos raises his gaze as he sits back down. He doesn’t say anything, but there is a glint of hope in his eyes that pushes TK forward.

“It killed me to see you tonight with someone else,” he tells him honestly. “Thinking it was a date and watching you laugh with him. I wanted it to be me that made you smile. I want to be that person for you.”

Carlos closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head softly before opening them again. The affection TK finds in Carlos’ brown eyes blowing him away. “You already are, TK,” Carlos whispers, reaching out to touch the good side of his face. “To me, you have been that person since the first time we danced in this very bar. I have just been waiting for you to want to be that person.”

TK lets out a breath, his heart tripping over itself at Carlos’ words. “I’m sorry I’ve wasted so much time,” he whispers. He reaches up to cover Carlos’ hand with his own. “I’m ready now if you’ll still take me.”

Carlos lets out a soft breath, his eyes shining with love. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” TK breathes out. He lets out a sound as Carlos tugs him out of his chair, and he goes, stepping between his legs as Carlos wraps his arms around him.

“I’ll take you,” Carlos whispers into the side of his neck. “I’ll keep you.”

TK lets out a whimper, his hold on Carlos tightening at the words. “I’ll keep you too,” he promises, knowing that he won’t ever let go of Carlos if he lets him.

Carlos pulls back, a beautiful smile on his face as he looks at him. “Deal,” he whispers.

He leans up to brush a feather-light kiss over TK’s jaw, and even though he knows it’s not medically possible, he swears it instantly hurts less as a result.

[goose-books]

VIRIDI FOR THE SOFT ASK GAME

oh ABSOLUTELY!!!

(viridi’s home WIP) (the soft ask game)

what they smell like

earth + oil paints, usually. sometimes when he visits the castle dovecotes, he ends up smelling like... the dovecotes. which is, like, bird poop and straw. but usually more pleasant than that.

what their favorite smells in the world are

oil paints, again! and he honestly really does like the smell of the dovecotes, even if the place is a little nose-wrinkling... birds are his special interest and the dovecotes are a Safe Space

what pajamas they wear

....sound of max realizing he doesn’t really know anything about medieval-era pajamas. probably much of the same of what he wears during the day, which is a very loose tunic and trousers with non-offensive textures... and he’s always always barefoot. do not make this kid put boots on

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

OT3 TIME HELL YEAHGH.... patch/rowan/viridi! all of the castle wards of state like to kiss each other and i think that’s very cool of them!!! viridi can be... iffy about physical touch (as can rowan, for that matter, who hates being touched by strangers), but he feels very safe touching patch and rowan! the three of them like to lie in a pile like kittens. (rowan instigates because he wants the pressure... living weighted blanket. viridi is a repressed homosexual and even just touching hands makes him blush a little so he only does Pile Cuddle Time when no one else is around, but he does appreciate it! and patch is just happy to be there dfbsdfbsbfsd)

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

WINTER AND VIRIDI. WINTER AND VIRIDI. WINTER. AND VIRIDI. THE FRIEND DUO I AM WRITING TMR FOR HONESTLY.

on a serious level: viridi is a bitch ass little liar who keeps secrets because it’s all he knows how to do. he even keeps secrets from patch and rowan, who, as i said, routinely kiss and/or lay on top of him. but he has a VERY difficult time lying to winter because there’s something about her that is just... so innately trustworthy and kind and calming to him that things slip out. he’s gay about patch and rowan, yes, but winter is the first person that he... really submits to the Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Known with.

on a less deep level, winter is doggedly determined to teach him how to swim and no amount of viridi flailing and spluttering and spitting out water in the lake is going to stop her

a song that reminds me of them

spaceman by the killers! nothing like a song that uses alien abduction as a metaphor to talk about that time you got abducted by the fae.

You know that I was hoping That I could leave this star-crossed world behind But when they cut me open, I guess I changed my mind

me side-eyeing the way that viridi pre-forest was INCREDIBLY depressed and like. sort of passively wanted to die all the time. and then he almost did die and he realized that he does, in fact, have a DEBILITATING fear of death and that even if he hates being alive he ABSOLUTELY will turn into a cornered animal if he’s in a life-or-death situation

You think you might cross over You're caught between the devil and the deep blue sea You better look it over Before you make that leap

viridi being The One Who Knows Things About The Woods and having to watch winter... who hasn’t gone into the forest in ten years... become more and more intrigued by the woods no matter how much she tries to resist their spell... and he can’t even say anything about it because he himself is still under the spell of the fae...

And you know I'm fine But I hear those voices at night Sometimes

and then you know this part is obviously about [REDACTED] [SPOILERS] [REMOVED] :)

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal

oh, absolutely a raven. birds are sort of... viridi’s Thing... he finds them much easier to interact with than people and he tends to project on them. catch him mimicking his raven’s head-bobbing movements back at it. (certainly he has tried to caw at it. but only when he’s alone. though don’t get me wrong -- he’s less embarrassed by the fact that he’s TRYING to caw and more so by the fact that he’s not very good at it.)

what position they sleep in

it doesn’t matter; he tosses and turns all night every night. he has horrible nightmares, and that’s not even factoring in - [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS]

their favorite drink

blinks in medieval timeline. i can tell you his LEAST favorite drink! and that’s the anti-anxiety potions he used to take Once Upon A Ye Olde Day. (basically the magical equivalent of antidepressants.) did the potions help? yes. did they taste awful and make him nauseated? also yes. plus he associates them with some, uh. bad moments. in his past.

a gift i would give them if i could

whhbwfjbfjwbgbdsfbdsjfsd THERAPY?? a trauma counselor? a MASSIVE hug? in practical terms, probably some sort of splint/sling for his bad arm. said arm is irreversibly broken, but at least then he wouldn’t have to HOLD it so awkwardly. also a raven plushie it would make him so very happy

[rhomsfanfic]

Main characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Koge (OC) Genre: AU, Fluff Rating: T for swearing

He really didn’t like this place, no matter how often he visited the small coffee shop. But sometimes, people don’t come for the coffee and Katsuki might be one of those.

a/n: First time writing something for the BNHA-Fandom and it was... interesting. He really swears a lot, that was kind of new for me xD So, because I was so unsure I borrowed my friends @hvalross-art OC, because Koge is just so damn cute and it was fun writing for her, so thank you for letting me borrow your OC!! Hope you guys enjoy!

Normally, he really hated these kinds of places.

There were these huge, red chairs people could lounge in and the enormous curtains hanging from the top of the windows, falling down to the ground like a mess. Hell, the coffee wasn’t even good or, well, not to Katsuki’s taste at least. Sometimes he liked the bitterness, sometimes he preferred sweeter drinks. Or energy cans. It varied.

He really couldn’t stand that particular shop. Every day it was swarmed by all kinds of students, getting their mocha frappuccino with soy milk and iced-blacks in a variety of cups and mugs that they offered. Without being really aware of it, he could literally recite every order there was after visiting the store a few times already. That’s just how much he hated the place.

In Katsuki’s opinion, it smelled terrible in here. Worse than when he gets caught in his own bombs. It was an old, coffee-soaked smell with a hint of vanilla. Katsuki despised vanilla, it was too sweet in his opinion. And these old chairs mentioned? Awful, they make you want to stay in them and sleep for a while. However, even though he complained all day long and throughout the whole trip, the idiots that always invited him always wanted to come here.

And so they did.

And he hated it.

Well, admittedly, there was one thing he didn’t absolutely hate. It irritated him, and he hated that, but he didn’t actually hate the reason for his irritation. The reason being: The barista. Now, one could argue that of all people, that girl shouldn’t be a barista. She was obviously unsuitable for this job. She didn’t smile, spoke in a way to monotone voice and her eyes never even sparked up when she was told jokes. Katsuki saw people come in all day long, making fun with her, but she just never reacted. At all.

She just stood at the counter, never moving at all, barely even breathing as it seemed. Katsuki wondered if she was doing okay or if that was actually something very serious she should be treated for. But she did a decent job, that much credit he had to give her. Katsuki took another long slurp on his straw, the end of it already hitting an empty bottom. The sound of air being drawn out annoyed him, so he bit down onto the plastic, crunching it with his teeth.

Another awful function of the chairs was their rotating-mechanism. Who in this day and age used rotating chair anyway. With a stomp of his right foot, he swung around to the people he was with, taking his eyes of the charming barista, to focus on the group of idiots around him. They all sat very close around the small - annoyingly way to small table - books spread out and their drinks standing around messily.

Apparently, Momo had promised to help Eijiro with some of the homework, while Deku and Ochaco probably just joined because they were able to awkwardly hold small talk. On Momo’s other side sat Denki, too busy looking into his books to notice Katsuki staring at him. And next to Katsuki himself, Shoto was peaceful drinking on his iced coffee. Maybe that was like his thing, drink hot drinks that are cooled down to repress his emotions. Not that Katsuki really cared for him enough to question this.

With a click of his tongue, Katsuki turned in his chair again, standing up when his legs had more room to spread. “You’re going somewhere, Kacchan?” Deku almost immediately asked when he saw his fellow hero-in-training get up. “Get more coffee,” he simply explained, going a few steps away from the group before hearing Denki shout out to him. “Can you get me a-” He didn’t come further as he was harshly interrupted. “Get it yourself, you dick!” Katsuki shouted, loud enough for the store to get quiet for a short second, the bustling setting in almost immediately.

“No coffee for me, I guess,” Denki said, staring at his empty, dirty mug.

Standing in line was annoying. If he had used his quirk, everyone would have surely walked out of his way. Though admittedly, the store wouldn’t stand anymore afterwards and Katsuki knew from experience it was a hell to explain why he blew up the building. So he took his stand at the end of it, whipping on his feet as he waited. The empty mug in his hand suffered a great deal, being used as an anti-stress toy and squeezed by his grip quite a few times.

“Multiple uses, my ass,” he mumbled, giving the lady in the line before him a growl as she turned around, wondering if he was speaking to her. With every second he seemed to get less patient than the second before. Standing on tiptoes and leaning side to side, he tried to see if the queue was moving at all, figuring out quickly it wasn’t. The reason? A young, slick gentleman, leaning against the counter, talking to the barista.

Oh, of all things, he hated that the most.

There was no one behind him and only two other persons before him, but that asshole of a human decided it was time to flirt the hell out of the barista, and Katsuki was so not having it. When he listened intently, he could hear the somewhat one-sided conversation they were having, going back and forth between the two. He had seen many people trying to warm up the girl on the counter with the long, white hair and the just as ice-cold, blue eyes. They actually had a beautiful, pale blue color, but who really looked at each other’s eyes anymore, not he.

“You are so pretty, you should be a model!” that man leaning on the counter said. She would be if you let her do her damn job and earn money, Katsuki thought.

“Thanks,” the barista replied, tapping on her pad to make orders. “With cream?” she asked, indifferent to the man's words.

“Honey, you can put all the cream you want on top of it.”

That comment made Katsuki gag. So he was a real asshole now as if stopping the line in a coffee shop wasn’t enough already.

“Okay, so with cream, is that correct?” she reconfirmed, the man wiggling his brows in reply. Dis-gust-ting, Katsuki thought, seeing the provoking gesture.

“On top, you can add your number, how’s that?” Mr. Fantastic asked, sounding more like a demand than a question really. Katsuki groaned loudly, irritating the people around him and even the man seemed to get the hint, as he finally stood up from his leaned position, swiftly taking out his wallet and handing the barista a credit card. Black AMEX, of course. “But you know…” he started again. Katsuki could feel his last strings of patience dissolving in his brain. How hard could it be to get a freaking coffee in a coffee shop?

“We should totally hang out some time. I can introduce you to a lot of big people with a lot to offer and they-”

“Hey, kissass,” Katsuki’s voice sounded from behind. Funnily, the man turned around, feeling called out. “Who, me?” he asked, pointing his finger at himself before straightening his back. Wrinkles emerged from the skin on his face, and he opened his mouth to complain but was cut off by Katsuki. “Yeah, you. Don’t see anyone else standing shit-deep in his own word-vomit, do you?”

To Katsuki it was funny seeing the man’s head get deep red at the insults, though he didn't pity him. He got what he deserved after all. “Are you going to let her do her job now or do you want to rub your old, greasy face all over the counter for the rest of all time? I’ve been waiting for my coffee since a while now, you fuckhead!” Much to Katsuki’s own surprise, the people before him agreed with him, letting out their own frustration, even though they were quieter while they were at it, than the young hero.

With his head red and a sour expression, the man took back the credit card which the barista held out to him, letting out a frustrated, “Outrageous!” and stomping to the back of the register, waiting for his coffee. “Have a good day,” the barista said after him, though he probably didn’t hear it over his own mumbling. Finally, there was some movement in the line and in just two minutes it was finally Katsukis turn to order.

Even though he didn’t mean it in a bad way, he banged the mug on the counter. The poor thing was nothing more than a sad pulp by now, mangled and deformed. Both of them just looked at it for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. “I want another one,” Katsuki explained, sounding more demanding than anything. He was still kind of bitter for having to stand in line for so long.

“Would you like a new cup?” she asked in return, giving him a wry side-glance as she looked up at her order-pad again. “I guess,” he replied. It got quiet between them again, the barista taking the mangled mug and shoving it under the counter, probably into a bin beneath her. It finally gave him a small chance to give her a better look over.

Katsuki guessed she might be pretty. But being surrounded by weirdos all day as he was, made her look awfully plain. Her white hair was dutifully braided into a long braid, hanging over her shoulder and her eyes seemed very focused on the pad before her, brightened by the light it emitted. There was a name tag on the brown apron she was wearing on top of a black shirt. Katsuki would have had to look over the counter to determine the color of her pants or whether she was even wearing pants. But since he saw other baristas running around before, he figured black pants and a black shirt was just their dress code. Her name was Koge. Or at least, that was the name she wanted to show to the customers.

“Another large mocha frappe with a double shot of espresso?” Koge asked, her hand halting for a second until he replied. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered, realizing he was very fixated on her. “My name’s-” he wanted to add, knowing they had this stupid policy to ask for names so no one would get the wrong drink in the rush hours. “Katsuki, I know,” she interrupted him, and for only a moment he could have sworn that his name was accompanied by a small smile on her lips.

“Yeah…” he confirmed, watching her write down the information on his coffee intently. “That’s an explosive mixture,” Koge noted, a small smirk returning to her lips, together with a light flush of pink on her cheeks. These little reactions fascinated him, not knowing if he had noticed them anytime before that he had visited this place. A big, cocky grin spread over his mouth, and he replied, “I like it that way.”

He heard a soft chuckle from the barista as she set down the cup to the side, so her co-worker could pick it up and work on the order. She told him the amount he had to pay, and Katsuki fished for his money in the depths of his pockets, bringing forth some crumbled notes and coins that jumped all over the counter. Koge helped him sort things out before handing him the receipt, and he plunged it right back into the same pocket.

“Enjoy your coffee, Katsuki,” she said, smiling softly at him. Maybe it was just his imagination, but she did seem to smile at people. Very different from what he had assumed. “You too,” he said before leaving for the end of the counter, noticing way too late that it was idiotic to say that to a barista. He groaned inwardly about this mishap, waiting for his name to be called and picking up his drink.

It wasn’t a long walk back to his friends, and he had maybe spent ten minutes of his life in the queue and at the counter, but they still looked at him as if he had returned after a long period of being missing. “Where’s my coffee?” Denki asked, just getting an annoyed look back from Katsuki. “Told you, get it yourself.”

Shaking his head, Denki muttered “Rude” before returning to his studies. “We heard you all the way to here. Sounded like you were having a good time,” Eijiro teased, big smirk on his face. “Not exactly a good time,” Katsuki replied, slurping on his drink for the first time. It still tasted awful, but man, that stuff was really explosive, Koge wasn’t kidding there. “You seem to get along well with the barista,” Deku noted, flinching when Katsuki replied in his usual booming manner.

“What’cha mean, Deku-dumb-nut?”

Suddenly everyone seated around the - still annoyingly small table - looked up and at him. Or actually, at his cup, giving him serious and questionable looks. “You might want to turn that,” Momo advised, twirling the pen in her hand around to put emphasize on her words. “Huh?” escaped Katsuki, as he tugged his hand in to look at the back. Sure enough, there was more than just the usual ticks and his name written on it.

“Thanks for ordering! Hope to see you again tomorrow.”

Katsuki couldn’t help but swing the awful, big chair around, facing the counter again and sure enough, even though there was a customer in front of her, Koge looked back at him, smiling for a short moment, before returning to her work with the same dull expression than before.

Normally, he really hated these kinds of places.

Maybe he’d hate it a little bit less tomorrow.