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I didnt know the tags woulr be so much i shouldve just wrote a long vent 😭😭😭 rip

Me? Sitting normally in public?

It’s less likely than u think

Abby I must know if you’ve seen the YWA has a bonus Patreon ep where they talk about the crown... I’m listening right now and like.... me, mike and Sarah are in a long distance, intellectual polycule but they just don’t know yet

YES LIKE.... oh my god i was just talking about this this morning.... maybe i am in a parasocial intellectual polycule with michael hobbes and sarah marshall!!!! we ARE best friends!!!! 

oh man I was wondering if the podcast you were talking about was YWA! :( I really liked it until I listened to the Wayfair episode, where the male host went on a mini-rant about ""underage sex workers"" (vomit, retch) and how it's wrong to persecute men who buy sex from children because what if those children are in a bad situation and need the money, huh? and it's just like wow I can't, I absolutely can no longer listen to you as someone I respect, you genuinely sicken me.

Oh man I hadn’t listened to that episode yet :(

I’ve been avoiding the stone wall, Matthew Shepard, and human trafficking episodes because I was wondering if I would find them horrible. It’s such a shame because they both can have very insightful insight and I’ve learned some things from them, but there’s always at least one thing said by either of them that makes me go “uhm...hold up”

Today I listened to their “Murder” episode and Michael said one of the theories as to why crime rates are overall down in America is that the American population on average is older becuase in 1980 1/3 of our population was between 15-30 years old, and now that is down to a quarter, and Sarah said, unprompted (and I literally went to look it up to quote it verbatim to answer this ask) “this is why we need a robust immigrant population and people coming into our county becaus the people here are too traumatized by the economy to birth our own live young, we’re like sad pandas” and I literally said out loud in my empty car “that’s the worst thing I ever heard.”

It also BLEW MY MIND when Sarah admitted she watched the Tonya Harding sex tape after explicitly explaining in detail how that was revenge porn, and then gave some “analysis” on it (in a way I think she thinks is worthy and compassionate coming from her but I felt was distasteful and gross).

I believe they bother got degrees higher than a bachelors, and in my experience grad students (especially white ones) will be so exposed to new ideas and have their world view so radically altered, they honestly think they can only speak in radical liberal truisms, and will sometimes lack awareness that they can still say gross nasty stuff.

So that’s to say to anyone else reading this, “You’re Wrong About” has some good episodes but also some bad takes, and YMMV and you can skip it if you want but you might want to listen to some maybe. I dunno. I’d say listen to the Stepford Wives, the Satantic Panic, and the Tonya Harding episodes, and if you like those you might we willing to “critically listen” to their other episodes but yeah they do say things that make me scream sometimes.

Infinite White - 11

It’s kinda all over the place, probably full of typos, but I just want to get this up and then go to bed I think I might just collapse. 

Precious chapters here

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**

“Do you have the posters?” 

“Yes.” “And your charger?” “Yes.” “Where are the extension cords?”

“Big bag, left pocket.” Fenja sat in the passenger seat, legs dangling out the open door, backpack on her lap and watched Ragnar be a nervous mother hen. Ingrid stood by the trunk, focused on her phone, probably typing an email to some colleague, and answered her brother without even glancing at him. “Ragnar, I think we have everything. You’ve gone over it three times already.” “Yeah, it will be fine, big brother.” He glanced between them, then sighed. “Yeah, okay. I just want it to go over without a hitch.” “It will. And now get in or we’ll be late and all your overchecking will be for naught.” Ingrid just nodded and gave her brother a push, before getting into the back. “Get in, dumbo.”

**

The drive to the convention hall was not long, but apparently long enough for Ingrid to get nervous. Fenja was turned to her side, talking to Ragnar about the YWA - who still owed her an answer, by the way - and kept glancing back at the teen. She mumbled to herself, going over her presentation one more time. “Sweetheart, you will smash it.” Ragnar was looking at his sister through the rearview mirror. Fenja felt her heart squeeze at their connection, their familiarity with each other. It was stupid, but she still tended to get moody. She didn’t have family like those two did. Sometimes it hurt to be around them.

**

Ragnar seemed to be super-sensible today; he touched her knee, glancing over at her. “You okay?” Fenja nodded, forced a smile to her face. She’d not bring herself into focus. Not ever, and especially not today. Today was sweet baby Ingrid’s day, and hers alone. So she turned around, peeked at the girl and asked: “Is the rest of the team joining us?” “No, most of them have important plans, some have family outings they couldn’t get out of, and Beatrice is scared of crowds.” “Oh. Well, you’ve got us, at least.” “That I did.” She looked down at her power point again, forehead in creases. Fenja couldn’t let her suffer by herself: “Want me to test you?”

**

The hall was bustling with con-goers and presenters, all ages and sizes, from big corporations to small one-person businesses. There were booths everywhere, neat and square in rows, the odd food vendor sprinkled into the mix. Ragnar took the bags from the car, not even thinking about letting either of them carry anything heavy - what a gentleman, Fenja rolled her eyes - and was currently looking for their booth. His girls were trailing behind him, elbows hooked together, taking in the loaded and busy atmosphere. Seeing Fenja fit so well into his family, being loved by them, really struck a chord within him, made him feel all warm and cozy inside. He hadn’t yet stopped to think about what it meant, but he knew, at some point he would be forced to. Either by circumstance or Aslaug. He finally found their booth, set down the bags and promptly decided he didn’t like the neighbours. Not even 10 seconds there, and they already were checking out his friend. He tried not to be to obvious about it, but he very much felt like holding their heads under water until the bubbles disappear. Ingrid and Fenja were already starting to empty the bags, hang up the posters, get their setup together. All the while, they were conversing and giggling, and Ragnar forgot all about the neighbours. Those two were important, and that Ingrid’s presentation would go over smoothly, and nothing else.

**

“Where’s Fenja?” “Spreading the word. Organizers allow posters everywhere, and she’s not going to let that opportunity go.” Ingrid was on her phone, her laptop next to her. Ragnar grinned at her laser-focus as she was typing away, little giggles coming out here and there. “How’s Ginger doing, eh?” “Her internship-mom wants a puppy but Internship-dad doesn’t and now Ging has fighting Internship-parents.” Ragnar halted for a second, blinked and then turned to his sister. “At some point you’ll have to explain the whole Internship-parent thing to me again.” “She lives with them during her internship, and they remind her of her grandparents, just younger, but she already has those and parents, so Bert and Lisa are her Internship-parents.” “Oh, yeah. Sure, makes sense.” He heard Fenjas laugh and turned around, mouth already open to ask something. But he snapped it shut again, eyes squinting and anger growing in the pit of his stomach. She was walking next to a stocky, blond guy, laughing at whatever he said. He was carrying the remaining posters under his arm, hands the pockets of his pants and eyes trained on his best friend like she was a steak. He did not like that. At all.

**

Ingrid looked up at the deep growl sounding through the booth, eyebrows raised in surprise. Who the hell brought a dog? She searched for the source of the noise, but could only find her brother at the edge of their designated spot, murderous look on his face as he stared off somewhere. Not a dog then. Ingrid took in his tense stance, his white knuckles and flared nostrils, his chest practically vibrating. Concerned, she followed his line of view. Oh boy.   She got up, quick on her feet and hung onto Ragnars arm, lest he try to go and kill the guy. Last time she’d seen that kind of a look on a man in her family, her aunt had to haul Bjorn out by his hair. “Rags.” He grunted at her, still squinting at the guy. Very subtle, that one. “Ragnar, wipe that look off your face, you’ll scare Fenja.” His face relaxed at that, but his eyes were still terrifyingly, piercing blue. They came closer, Fenja now grinning at the siblings and bounding over to join their huddle. “Why are we hanging off Ragnar’s arms?”, she asked Ingrid. Ragnar hadn’t moved much, except raising a hand and putting it over Fenja’s on his arm. “Are you satisfied with the posters now?”, he asked her, but still fixed the stranger with a mean look. “Yep..” She pointed at the guy. “Alvin here saved me from breaking my neck or destroying something.” Alvin shrugged, hands still in his pockets.”Thought you could use some help there.” “Yeah, thanks.” Fenja tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, an overly pitiful look on her face, voice dripping with sarcasm. “The world is harsh, when you’re tiny.” Ingrid watched the exchange with worry; how Alvin’s eyes raked over Fenja, and how she was completely oblivious and Ragnar’s barely suppressed anger. This would end badly. She let go of her brothers arm, stepped closer to Alvin and extended a hand to take to posters from him. “Thanks for the help, we’ve got it from here.” “You’re so very welcome. Anything else you need?” “No, thanks, I’ve got my helper.”, she said, and pointed at the tall guy at her back. Alvin was not the brightest, or maybe blind. Ragnar was not someone you’d just overlook. Ingrid took the posters, grabbed her brothers hand and pulled him and Fenja along, while throwing an excuse over her shoulder: “Sorry, we’ve got to go through our presentation again.” Ragnar took a deep breath, as soon as Fenja was out of Alvin’s sight. He blew the air harshly through his nose, making Fenja raise an eyebrow and look up at him. “You okay?” “Yeah.”   Didn’t sound like it. Fenja let go of his arm and instead stepped in front of him with her hands up, when he tried to leave. “Are you sure?” She felt his stomach flex under her hands, his eyes trained on hers as he tilted his head to the right. “I’m good.” Then he turned, left the booth and didn’t look back.

Ingrids only response to Fenja’s questioning look was a shrug.

**

The rest of the day was going over relatively smooth. If one didn’t mind a tall, broad, viking looking guy following one around and growling at any guy coming close. Fenja ignored him for the duration of the presentations, and instead just concentrated on little Ingrid going up there, and looking like she might just vibrate out of her body, mightily terrified and wide eyed. But as soon as she started talking, got to show her know-how, and her passion and telling an interested crowd about the project she had been working so hard for, everything else went away. She stood tall, she walked around the stage, gestured, made the perfect amount of eye contact. “She’s so good up there.”, Fenja whispered at some point, leaning into Ragnar, who was sitting beside her. “She’s got a knack for public speaking.” He just grunted, and nodded, and shifted in his seat, angling his body more towards her. His arm was over the back of her chair, caging her in, and he kept playing with the tips of her hair. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes. And now shh.” He cut her off harshly and pointed to the front of the room. “Pay attention.” Ingrid was at the end of her presentation, her hands clasped behind her back, the presentation on it’s last slide - a picture of the whole team, bunched together in a room, the huge table covered in papers, laptops, chinese take-out boxes. Half of them seemed to be asleep at the desk, one or two were stretched out on couches in the background. It showed the hard work, the close bond of the team and the love that went into developing this programme. It also gave the crowd something to laugh at, so there’s that. The teen smiled at the room, did a little curtsy and raised her voice one last time: “Thanks for coming to my TED-Talk.” Laughter all through the crowd, some amused head shaking here and there. “If you’ve got any questions I couldn’t answer just now, we are at booth 128.” Fenja grinned and clasped a hand on Ragnars thigh, getting his attention. “Let’s go.” He nodded, stood and followed her closely. So close in fact, that she could feel his warmth through her sweater, even though he wasn’t even touching her. “Let’s get out of here.”, he rasped, eyes skipping over the crowd, looking for his sister. She joined them just outside the lecture hall, talking a mile a minute, like a freight train without brakes. Fenja was paying attention to her, just let her rant until they were back at the booth.

Where Alvin was waiting for them. Great. Ingrid tried to keep the mood light, as she could sense her brother getting all tense again. He really didn’t like Alvin. Fenja was as oblivious as ever, telling him about the presentation, how proud she was of Ingrid. She did not notice, that the guy was undressing her with his eyes. But Ragnar did. And he did not receive it well. “If he doesn’t stop looking at her like that, I’ll smash his face in.” His sister blinked twice, then looked up at him. She was honestly afraid he’d do something stupid. And at the same time she was amazed, because he’d never looked more like their father than he did in this very moment. There was a very dark, sinister storm brewing behind his eyes, his posture was coiled, shoulders pulled up slightly as he leaned forward and fixed the guy with a look. Okay, shit. And, of course, before Ingrid could do anything, Alvin made the mistake of touching Fenjas upper arm and leaning in. To be fair, from their angle it did look a bit like he was trying to maybe kiss her? But that was neither here nor there, because Ragnar would have gone off in any case. Fenja was in the process of leaning back - because, wow, personal space much? - when she was pulled back and against a wall of muscles, shaking in anticipation and the effort not to actually do any bodily harm. Alvin looked at Ragnar with such distaste, he might have just bitten into a lemon. Fenja felt it more than she heard the growl rumbling through her friend. “You may want to fuck off, buddy.” “Or what?” In the back, Ingrid groaned. What an idiot.   Her brother actually took a step forward, but a hand to his front stopped him. He fisted the material of her sweater, trying to anchor himself, to not attack this sleazy fish physically. “You really don’t want to know, man.” Fenja felt like she had been sucked into some romcom, or a telenovela maybe. Or some best-friend-to-lovers-fanfiction. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure that this was really happening. But even if she was passed out somewhere because she hit her head, she didn’t want Ragnar to get in any fights. So she interfered, pressed a hand against Ragnar, trying to keep him from lunging. Then she looked at Alvin, still standing there, all puffed up and a steely look in his eyes. “Could you please just go?” “Why? Just because some guy says so? He can’t decide over you, he’s not your boyfriend!” Ingrid facepalmed. Yeah, wrong move, man. Fenja straightened, let go of Ragnar and stood in front of him. “Are you serious? Yeah, buddy, you better go now, because if he doesn’t punch you, I will.” “But-” “Shut up and go, Alvin.” She could feel Ragnars hand folding over her hip, holding onto her, and it made her feel more secure, stronger. “Fuck off, beanbrain. I don’t want you.”

**

Part 12

☠✘♣✉ ( michin & hyuk )

TEXT STARTERS MEME!

send ✉ for an 2 am text

MICHIN: so~ you know how you’re like, not watching me right now?MICHIN: i decided to go a walkMICHIN: now i’m kind of tied up in a little situation!MICHIN: not psychically ‘cause i wouldn’t be able to text but you knowMICHIN: you wanna come down to the bar we were at the other night? i might need my gunMICHIN: it’s the pretty pink one with the rhinestones on my desk thank you~~~

send ✘ for an unsent text

MICHIN: i might die this time so this is it from me~MICHIN: do i have signal????MICHIN: oh well, thanks for all the fun times big guy!!! [ T E X T  M E S S A G E S  UNSENT ! ]

send ☠ for a threatening message

MICHIN: did you hide my fucking knife?MICHIN: i am not a child you can’t just hide things you don’t want me to play withMICHIN: i will skin you alive, you lanky fucking shitMICHIN: give me it back or i’ll have to do it using my own damn nails :)

send ♣ for a drunk message

MICHIN: you kjnow whatMICHIN: i nevuer knwo whether si wanna kiss you ojr kill youMICHIN: usually it's bothMICHIN: bult right nonw i've kinnda snuck off eto va parnty gi knew ywas happening band woyu didn't know about oit szo whoops! maybe you'll wanna kisfsill me!

i am way too critical of myself. externally as well as internally. i am always trying to figure out the cause to the effect-- but everything lately feels pretty gray.

i know that when my pants don’t fit quite right, i can assume that it has something to do with skipping yoga & generally just vegging out on the couch for 2 weeks straight.

when my brain is acting like a psycho bitch, the reason is not typically clear. these internal/external issues are extremely linked. 

i’ve been trying to add little personal activities to my day-to-day so i don’t get caught up in one thing, one person, one problem and end up #suffering from emotional overload. it’s not working very well but it’s only the beginning. reading, drawing, moving, music, saying yes...

i am behind on daily YWA True for various reasons (cough depression) but I do want to get back to it. hopefully this weekend my motivation will come back-- although doubtful because i am definitely going to be dying from cramps (they already started 2 days ago) (oh look! excuses!!!)

i’ve started writing before bed if i have something particularly difficult to process and i am not overly exhausted. i feel myself shrinking into a lifestyle that i don’t want, haven’t wanted, and never really missed over the last 4 years. sometimes, you just cant go home because the meaning of home changes. i feel like i got my real home stolen from under my nose. i am so crushed over this and i don’t know when i will feel any sense of relief. still feelin’ a lot like a mac truck just ran me down in the middle of nowhere and left me there??

i am looking into finding a new job--but with that search comes so many Big Questions and i don’t feel like i have any of the answers yet. i want to find something that i am passionate about, or, at the very least, makes me feel good about myself. not like i’m just some hideous data monster who is tucked away unless needed. i’ve decided not to limit my search to nyc and to explore new location possibilities (on the other side of the continent perhaps). however, that feels so much more like running away than i want it to... i don’t know which part of my life i should tackle first... or 2nd or 3rd or at all?

it also doesn’t help that i am in a ‘new’ ‘relationship’ ‘all of a sudden’. i’ve spent so many years either running from relationships or believing in relationships that were very one sided. i felt that i needed to experience different forms of intimacy, but in doing so, I made it seem like it was okay to not ask for MORE if i was already pretty content with how things were going (aka great & consistent sex). i am very good at convincing myself that i don’t need more, i’m rather emotionally independent but also i never shut up??-- but i am finally trying to unlearn this behavior. the process has been slow and i feel bad for what i’ve already put m through. most of the time i don’t know why he keeps calling me? buuuut, if i’m being honest, sometimes i don’t know why i keep calling him. he hasn’t been perfect either. it’s been.. a wild few months. 

early last year, i wasn’t in a good place. i was lonely. worried about my well-being. worried i’d invested too much into ONE person and lost sight of all the other magical people and things that i love and enjoy. i tried reconnecting and fixing my life up a little bit. social life? check. family? check. better diet? check. yoga? super check! by the middle of the year, things were going well enough that i thought maybe it was a good time to meet someone new. mid-august, i went on an innocent 1st date and it has been an interesting ride for sure. so far, he’s inspired a lot of positives in my life, despite the shitty circumstances that almost immediately followed said 1st date. but, despite all the changes i was facing, i didn’t want to let go of this possibility. i tried to... for sure.. a few times??...but he didn’t want to either. there are certain things you just don’t realize that you miss about the process of getting to know someone on such a deep level. whether or not we ‘fall in love’ with each other is still so far beyond answerable. i am just grateful and thankful we have this opportunity to keep each other warm through this messy time. maybe we’re both just being selfish about the whole thing?

but, of course.. i am afraid that maybe i am more invested at this point-- it has taken me a very long time to get comfortable enough with him to open up about certain truths and feelings. i know more about what he doesn’t want than what he DOES want.. it feels like he has genuine feelings for me but we’re both so fucking stubborn and bad with expressing ourselves. but, as you can see, i’ve written about him quite a bit, huh? it’s an extremely complicated situation and i want to continue to process these feelings in a slow and healthy way. i want to get better at this.. for him? sure. but primarily for myself. i need to figure out what i want and need all over again. once and for all. i need to start making some real choices. it’s been easy to put on the sidelines because so much has been going on in my life other than this... but i know the longer i wait to open up, the more hurt i will be in the long run. i am so very very tired of leaving things unsaid. my mind races when we’re together. i need to find peace.

despite the above monologue, i’ve become very indecisive. i don’t feel like i have any direction. i know that i HATE my job. i know that i don’t want to get too comfortable on long island. i know that want to protect my heart but still be able to let my guard down when it’s deserved and when i genuinely WANT to do so. i don’t want to keep investing in people and places that are fleeting-- but i guess that everything in this life is fleeting, right? at least, that’s how i should be looking at this crazy fucked up world we’re suffering in right now. i just want to be able to focus on one thing at a time. to be present. to feel the way things feel in the moment. i find myself projecting every decision so far into the future that i scare myself into retreat. and i am tired of being closed off, lost and silent. i need to find my voice in all aspects of my life or i am going to remain stuck in this very very sad timeline. hopefully i have what it takes????????

Coraline

Welcome to the 'highglossfinish' room. thenightetc: *begins lurking* Zephra85: WOO I made it ontime! Knockout: Night human! Zephra human! Zephra85: Hi guys! thenightetc: Hello! Zephra85: I actually *own* this movie. Huge fave. thenightetc: I *have* read the book, but I understand there are some differences... Zephra85: I heard the book was even MORE hardcore Knockout: Dear Unicron. thenightetc: Well, that was nicely unsettling Zephra85: This movie masters unsettling in a very unique way Thebes: hi! Zephra85: Hi Thebes! thenightetc: *lil wave* thenightetc: RUDE Zephra85: DON'T GO INTO THE FAIRY RING Knockout: Hello Thebes human! spitshineandhammertime: HERE I AM! thenightetc: Hi! Zephra85: Impact! Hi!! spitshineandhammertime: 3:D Knockout: The life of the party is here! spitshineandhammertime: \o/ Knockout: Eugh, Pontiacs. Zephra85: The city, not the mediocre car

thenightetc: ...It's funny he thought she was from somewhere arid, because Michigan is... pretty wet. spitshineandhammertime: soggy! thenightetc: Yeah. spitshineandhammertime: seeds! Knockout: It looks like someone set it on fire. thenightetc: They don't wonder where that came from? spitshineandhammertime: they're not spacicious enough spitshineandhammertime: I like the music! Zephra85: It's gorgeous Knockout: It sounds like the rain. thenightetc: eugh thenightetc: Skis!  I wonder if those are theirs or if they came with the house spitshineandhammertime: SPACICIOUS DOLL Zephra85: There was a picture of them on vactation somewhere rocky, the family seems pretty adventurous when they're not busy/working thenightetc: Ohhh, a button key Knockout: What a miserable mother. spitshineandhammertime: She has stuff hanging around her bed like me! Knockout: This is true! thenightetc: Woah thenightetc: The chat window separated Zephra85: Her picture-frame holder was a preying mantis! Zephra85: She has interesting stuff Knockout: Except for the hideous charred doll that watches you recharge. You don't have one of those. thenightetc: (Flash crashed and... that happened) spitshineandhammertime: nope! no creepy dolls for me! thenightetc: (I didn't know it could do that) thenightetc: ...it's creepy how it moves thenightetc: *LEEEEAAAAANS BACK* thenightetc: I would not eat that food thenightetc: This is obviously some kind of fairy situation here Zephra85: Never eat fae food spitshineandhammertime: ther other mom's not eating anything! SPACICIOUS thenightetc: Is that stitching Knockout: She could have let her have more than three bites. Knockout: ...Is three bites enough for humans? spitshineandhammertime: nuh-uh! humans need way more than three! spitshineandhammertime: i know this from experience! Zephra85: I think she was too unsettled to eat much more thenightetc: And the mud's gone, too!  And not smeared all over the blankets! Knockout: Convert that spread to Cybertronian fare and I'd eat it surrounded by decapitated, leering heads. spitshineandhammertime: magic tidy mud? spitshineandhammertime: HE WAS GONNA SAY BUTT thenightetc: "hey you need to keep your mice in your OWN apartment" Zephra85: AURGH spitshineandhammertime: mice warning! Zephra85: animals KNOW Lusey: fashionably late am I ;O spitshineandhammertime: \o Zephra85: Hello! thenightetc: Hi! Knockout: Hello there! Lusey: hi! How's everybody today thenightetc: ...aw man thenightetc: that's a little thenightetc: grim spitshineandhammertime: a hand! spitshineandhammertime: spooky fog! thenightetc: ...I wonder if that was hard to do with stop motion thenightetc: Or if they added it later...? Zephra85: Laika DOES add computer effects in their movies thenightetc: ...and the doll left in her place? thenightetc: I thought he said the doll was his Grandma's, or as old as Grandma, or something spitshineandhammertime: i think he said older than his grandma? Zephra85: Remember the beginning of the movie? Zephra85: The doll looked different thenightetc: ...That'd actually make more sense, yeah thenightetc: since it's being reused Zephra85: Somebody took off all the details and re-made it Knockout: Now see, that would be my clue to stop going through the sinister tunnel. thenightetc: So it *would* be older spitshineandhammertime: I'd listen to the mice! Knockout: Mice always know. Zephra85: Yeah but that's the thing about humans, especially adventurous humans Zephra85: Curiosity overpowers common sense thenightetc: That's a little......... alarming spitshineandhammertime: other mom's still not eating! thenightetc: Yeah.  The dad is, though thenightetc: !!! spitshineandhammertime: TAKING PEOPLE'S VOICES IS BAD, CORALINE thenightetc: Did she sew his mouth shut Zephra85: doesn't look like it Zephra85: ... yet Knockout: Maybe she took his tongue? thenightetc: Maybe it's glued shut thenightetc: It sort of looks like it Zephra85: IT POOPS POPCORN thenightetc: I definitely think he can't open his mouth thenightetc: ...if he HAS a mouth and it's not just like.  painted on thenightetc: "You don't mind if we all sit here and watch you sleep, right" Zephra85: 'UGH back in the real world' thenightetc: That's still so unsettling spitshineandhammertime: ...! spitshineandhammertime: it's like my air vents only mine aren't colorful and creepy! Zephra85: I think it's a bad sign when you start spending too much time away from the real world thenightetc: And hopefully aren't all.... soft. spitshineandhammertime: nope! not soft! spitshineandhammertime: just...big? kinda? small but big! Zephra85: This cat is so sassy thenightetc: I love the cat spitshineandhammertime: cats are GREAT Knockout: Sparks below, what's wrong with their mouths? thenightetc: The dogs'? Zephra85: weird little teeth thenightetc: I think the real ones have weird teeth, too Zephra85: Laika does NOT pull punches Knockout: ...I mean, to each their own ideal world? thenightetc: ..."nutritious"? thenightetc: "haha, something horrific!" Knockout: There's always a catch. spitshineandhammertime: YWA Zephra85: AhahahaihavetogolikenOW Thebes: That sure was pleasant thenightetc: WELL. spitshineandhammertime: BAD PIANO thenightetc: the worst thenightetc: ...well spitshineandhammertime: O_O Zephra85: HE SNAPPED ITS NECK thenightetc: He already sounded the alarm, though Zephra85: ... AND IT TURNED INTO A RAT thenightetc: ........nope Zephra85: yeeuch Zephra85: ... Her stars glow in the dark! Zephra85: I want that sweater spitshineandhammertime: glowy sweater! Zephra85: Having fun with the human tech yet, Knock Out? thenightetc: considering the other mother made that sweater, I don't think I'd trust it thenightetc: yarghhhh spitshineandhammertime: poor wybie! Zephra85: I always found it interesting that the Beldam's creations had wills of their own Knockout: The one thing she can't take from them? thenightetc: Maybe they have to, to be convincing spitshineandhammertime: KNITTING NEEDLES! thenightetc: That was unnecessarily alarming Zephra85: Oh now that's just sad Knockout: Oh, that was sad. thenightetc: it is spitshineandhammertime: 3:c Thebes: :< Lusey: my cat likes to do that Lusey: pap pap on the face spitshineandhammertime: mine too! thenightetc: GAH spitshineandhammertime: battle clothes! Zephra85: RESCUE MISSION TIME thenightetc: eugh, ti's all.... clothy thenightetc: Or like insulation thenightetc: ...Is he turning into a literal pumpkin Zephra85: Her magic/illusions are losing their lustre spitshineandhammertime: other dad 3:'( thenightetc: ...are they *powering* the... "wonders"? Zephra85: the essense of the children makes her magic stronger, perhaps Lusey: I need 20 of those Zephra85: Doggie-bats? Lusey: yeh Zephra85: Lookit 'em go! thenightetc: I guess they didn't want to be unmade. spitshineandhammertime: 3:'( Zephra85: Q_Q thenightetc: Gosh how tempting. Knockout: Except eyes, apparently. Zephra85: Laika legit does NOT pull punches on the creepy factor. thenightetc: nooooo spitshineandhammertime: CAT! 3:'D Zephra85: Sassy cat helped! thenightetc: Best cat thenightetc: ruuuuuude thenightetc: !!! spitshineandhammertime: GO CAT GO Zephra85: HER BUTTON EYES Zephra85: CLAWED 'EM RIGHT OFF thenightetc: GOOD Zephra85: intense spitshineandhammertime: i like her planet light! thenightetc: awww Zephra85: aww she got her the gloves spitshineandhammertime: cat forgiveness! Zephra85: d'aww Knockout: Rude. thenightetc: rude! Zephra85: Yeesh after all he did for you you could at LEAST clue him in on the plan thenightetc: Is even that enough, though Knockout: They couldn't just melt it down? spitshineandhammertime: they don't have a hot enough fireplace? thenightetc: Yeah, probably not Zephra85: Aaand Sassy Cat comes through for Coraline again! spitshineandhammertime: doggy has a pizza! thenightetc: That is a lot of tulips spitshineandhammertime: d'you think i could grow tulips? agooddistraction: Aw I missed it Zephra85: Wheeljack! Lusey: love this movie haha spitshineandhammertime: Wheeljack! 3:D thenightetc: Bet you could. :) agooddistraction: I was making out Knockout: I'm sure you could. We should look into getting some. spitshineandhammertime: out of what? agooddistraction: Hey kid spitshineandhammertime: YAY, TULIPS agooddistraction: Uh agooddistraction: Nevermind spitshineandhammertime: 3:o? Zephra85: Ohoho were you now >3 Lusey: with who :3c agooddistraction: 8) thenightetc: ...This music is familiar :o agooddistraction: With Bee Lusey: A+ nice thenightetc: This was good.  Thanks for streaming it! Knockout: My pleasure! spitshineandhammertime: Thanks, Papa~! Zephra85: Yes, thanks Knock Out! Knockout: Thank *you* all for dropping in! Thebes: thanks, it was fun! Lusey: always fun to watch with you guys ^^ Knockout: Have a good night, everyone! Watch out for suspicious buttons. Zephra85: Thanks for the stream! Zephra85: Say hi to Breakdown for me! spitshineandhammertime: We will! Knockout: Oh yes! Zephra85: Bye everybody!

Infinite White - 2

I don’t have any control, and @cgn-99​ asked... well, I do not live to please, but it’s pretty close. 

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The week went by, finals creeped closer, Fenja and her roommate never saw each other anymore, one being always in the library (Fenja) and the other one (Maeve) always on the track or the gym. That’s why at lunch on Wednesday, the only day of the week where they had lunch break at the same time, they had to eat and catch up at the same time. Which, to be honest, they did not manage. “How’s your boyfriend?” “He’s fine. Buried somewhere under his books and his dog and his scripts.” Maeve shoved a piece of steak into her mouth, rolling with her eyes when her taste buds exploded. “How do they make this so good, I don’t understand?” Someone had to give Fenja a medal for understanding her even with cheeks like a chipmunk.

“There are actually faeries working in the kitchen, that’s why everything tastes so good.”, she remarked, stabbing her own food with vigour.

Maeve swallowed, taking a sip of her water and pointed her fork at her friend. “How’s your essay going? Deadline was yesterday, wasn’t it?” Fenja nodded. “I had some slight difficulties with the conclusion, that made me want to just burn it, but I got help. I hope Finehair is satisfied, I’d die if I disappointed him.” Maeve chuckled. “Isn’t it funny that no one ever calls him by his real name? Even the other professors call him Finehair.” “Come on, look at it. It’s beautiful.” Fenja grinned. “And no one can pronounce his last name without butchering it or biting off their tongue. It’s a service to him, if anything.” “I have to agree.”, a male voice came from next to them, made the roomies look up wide eyed. “Professor.”, Fenja pressed out, terrified that he heard her. Maeve looked like she had swallowed her tongue, eyes bulging and face red. Harald “Finehair” Halfdanarson stood at their table, thermos under his arm and papers in his hand. His hair was in his typical braid, that made half the long-haired population of their school turn green with envy. They wanted to break into his bathroom and take a look at his hair care regime. “I saw you, and wanted to congratulate you on your essay, it was brilliant, Ms. Mueller.” “Oh, thank you, Sir.” “I am off in a minute, I have a meeting, but I’d like to submit it to the YWA. If that is something you’d be interested in.” Maeve squeaked and grabbed her friends hand over the table, immediately answering for her. “Of course she is! She’d be stupid, if she didn’t!” Fenja just agreed silently, still staring at her professor in stunned silence. The man laughed at her enthusiasm and did a little bow. “I’ll make sure they get it, then. Have a nice day, ladies.” He tipped his imaginary hat and wandered off, leaving the two of them in tense, excited silence. That is, until Fenja found her voice and breathed: “What. The. Fuck.” Maeve started giggling manically, her food forgotten for once. “The freaking Young Writers Association, freaking hell, Fenja!” “What the fuck.” “I know!” Maeve got up, came around the table and latched onto her roommates shoulders, giddy and basically vibrating from joy. “The last person from our school to have their writing submitted was one of the Ragnarssons, wasn’t it?” Fenja nodded, absent-mindedly correcting her: “Actually, it was Gala. She was also the first woman to get awarded by them and have her articles in their publications.” “You’re gonna get into the Hall of Fame, darling! I can feel it.” “I think I’ll be sick.”

The Young Writers Association was an organisation oriented to support young talents, help them establish themselves in the writer’s world. They collaborated with legal firms specialized on publishing, publishing houses both internationally renowned and small local ones, and they were always striving for fair and transparent relations between providers and talents. Tons of people submitted their works, craving for the YWA to judge their words, and to actually get through to an editor- It was a big stepping stone, and to have a Professor’s opinion definitely carried a bit of an extra weight, made them look a bit closer and be harsher in their judgement. Fenja was out of it for the rest of the day, even though she tried to get on with her study plan. But her brain continued to pull out doubts and questionable comments and insecurities, which, frankly, she did not need right now. With a frustrated grunt, she shoved her pens and books away and let her head fall onto the desk, forehead colliding with the wood, making her regret that particular move on the spot. “Ouch.”, she murmured, rubbing at it. Her phone chimed, and then again, and again, and again. She pressed her thumb against the sensor, unlocking it successfully. Then, not taking her head from the wood, she read the emails she got. “Spam, Spam, Finehair,- Linguae Populi?” She halted, burrowing through her brain, but she didn’t associate anything with that name. “What the heck is that?” After opening the mail, she groaned again. “That freaking baboon.”

Dear Ms. Mueller,

My brother told me you’d like to help us with developing and testing our Translator. I want to thank you for your time and efforts, firstly. Secondly, I’d like to meet up, to explain our work ethic and to hash out the details of your work with us. If my brother is to believe, you’re fluent in German, which - coincidentally - is one of the languages we haven’t yet managed to translate at all.

I’d be delighted to hear back from you.

Ingrid Ivarsdottir Chief of Development Linguae Populi

“Well, fuck me.” That looked way professional. Poor Ingrid, being burdened with such a challenged truffle pig of a brother. She decided to write her back, to not let her wait too long and maybe get her hopes up. She decidedly did not have the time to do this. Definitely not. And if Ragnar had listened, he’d known as well. Afterward, she opened the email from her professor, sitting up rapidly as she read the single sentence he’d sent.

just informing you that i submitted your essay, I wish you luck

Oh noooooo. She’d die of nervous gastric problems. Her forehead thumped against the wooden surface once more, making her wince. That hurt.

After a couple of minutes wallowing in her self doubt and nervousness, and bouncing knees, she decided to do something productive with her energy and go for a run. Bad idea. Big mistake. Even a bigger mistake than letting Finehair submit her essay. Her lungs were probably cussing at her, her heart was threatening to break through her chest and strangle her with her own arteries and veins, her legs burned as well as her windpipe. “Fuck. Nah. Never again.” The schools ‘Athletic Campus’ was situated behind the administrative building, bracketed in by dorm buildings left and right. It held a huge American Football field, one for soccer/lacrosse, and around both were of them tracks, which were just enough to house both the track team and Fenja as well as a couple of fellow masochistic psychopaths. The soccer field was empty, so she decided to crawl there and die in the green grass. Her shirt camouflaged into it, maybe they’d let her rot here. Her breath was rattling in her lungs, she could feel her rapid pulse in her fingertips and she was 99.9% sure her legs would not carry her back to the dorms. “Are you dead yet? Do I get to live in a single room?” “Geh sterben.” “I may not know what that meant, but I do know it was not nice.” Maeve bent over her roomie, hands on her knees and broad grin on her face. “I saw you running. You never run.” “Yes, and I just now remembered why.” Fenja struggled to get up, so Maeve grabbed her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. “It’s awful.” “No, it’s not.” “Yeah it is. You, my dearest honeyboo, you are just crazy.” Maeve shrugged. “Might be, but you’ll regret not training with me when zombies are after us and try to eat our nutritious, healthy brains.” With that, she made her way back to her team, waving at her friend as she jogged over. Backwards. Such a bragging bugger. Fenja sat there for a while, watching her friend and the team do their drills, and let the sun shine on her back. It was really nice today, blue sky, fresh air, a small breeze. Her thoughts drifted, thinking about her plans for the coming week, whether she’d be able to visit her grandparents and when she’d have to do the final reviews before her exams. Thus, she did not hear the soccer team walk out, the guys playing and fucking around. And, who would guess, of course one of them sent a ball flying, right towards her unsuspecting figure.

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Part 3