#Which woman climbed Mount Everest?

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Interview | Muthamizh Selvi, the first woman from TN to summit Mount Everest

N Muthamizh Selvi at the Everest summit | Photo Credit: Special Arrangement At 12.20 a.m. on May 23, N Muthamizh Selvi, a teacher of Japanese from Tamil Nadu, was among the first people to summit Mount Everest for the day. Nobody scales the peak during this hour though. Summit ascents usually occur at three and four in the morning after mountaineers begin from the fourth camp at Everest about 12…

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Mission save the human race Pt2

Pt1

You spend the night talking to John after you can't sleep anymore. Too many thoughts enter your brain. Getting pregnant at this time is dangerous, but it's what every good person would do, right? Save the human race.

"I'm a bit afraid."

"You don't need to be, Dove; I'm going to support you; either way, you saved Johnny." he reasured you.

"What if I die while giving birth? Then the whole thing is useless."

"First of all, you are a doctor; you can explain all these things beforehand, and we are soldiers going to take care of you; we would be better than delivery nurses, well, maybe except Kyle."

You chuckled. "And, um, do I need to sleep with every one of you?"

"Not at all, love; you have free choice; you can just choose one, or you can have more than one, you know since the chances are better."

"And they sure want me?"

"I think yes. Look at you."

"You only say that because I'm the only woman on earth."

"Not at all, dove; you're my type, even if there were millions."

"Liar," he pulled your hand and laid it down on his rock-hard dick.

"See how much I want you, and that's only by looking at you."

He stroked the hair out of your face and captured your lips in a kiss. The kiss was shy and thoughtful at first but turned more and more into a battle of dominance, and you knew you wanted him. "So fucking gorgeous. I wouldn't want to share you, but I'm a good man."

You rested your head against his shoulders. "I want to do it with all of you, but not together," he chuckled at your words and how flustered you got to admit your desire.

"We can talk further tomorrow; just let me cuddle you now." You fell asleep, almost suffocating in his strong arms.

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The next morning, you went upstairs, entangling yourself from John's massive body.

You went straight to the room where Johnny lay, checking on his fever. He cooled down overnight. You were kind of proud that you managed your surgery well without proper equipment and medication; you're a fucking genius. If the Hopkins had seen this, they would have regretted declining you after medical school.

You rubbed a paste on Johnny's surgery wound and disinfected it.

You were a bit unprofessional as your eyes glanced down at his pure muscles; you wanted to trace them down with your fingers, of course only for medical reasons. You heard the door open, and Simon stood in front of you, only wearing briefs. His thick thighs were covered in scars, and his pecs were well-defined and so fucking tall. You wanted to climb him like Mount Everest, and you sure as hell will soon.

"My eyes are up here, darling." You blushed as he noticed you staring.

"Sorry, you're just so tall, and it's hard to look up." You laughed at your own lie.

"Price told me about the little plan." He walked close to you, pinning you against the wall with sheer force. His calloused fingers touched the hem of your shirt. "I look forward to helping you, and Johnny too. Play a bit with the other boys so you'll be stretched out for both of us."

"Both of you," you breathed out in fear and arousal at the same time.

"We like to share sweet little things like you," he said, pressing his erection towards you and fucking hell which horse was that.

"I know it's big," he said and you swallowed, afraid.

"I'm going to make your stomach swell pretty fast, Doll," he said, pushing you against the wall, his fingers groping against your round ass.

"Simon-"

"Shh, doll, it's okay. We're going to take care of you soon."

You just nodded, unable to do, think, or say anything.

"Just be a good girl today and give your sweet cunt to the captain; he has a thing for cute innocent girls like you." He kissed you around your neck and then let go, making his way back to his boyfriend.

So they would share you. Should this make you feel afraid or aroused?.

You tried to shake it away and went to the kitchen, preparing some fruits for breakfast.

Price awoke to find himself alone in the bed, the sheets cooling against his skin. He sat up and stretched, yawning widely, before looking around for you.

Finding you in the kitchen, he smiled and walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind.

"I feel so domestic with you around me," you said, taking in his smell.

John chuckled, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Domestic? That's a new one. But I like the sound of it." He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "You know, I could get used to this—being with you, taking care of you."

"Already acting like I'm your little wife."

He smirked, his lips curling into a smile. "Well, if it means I get to be your husband, then I think I'm going to like this arrangement very much." He turned you around to face him, his hands sliding up your arms.

"Are you fulfilling your husband's duties then?"

John leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "Oh, I plan to," he murmured before capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip, asserting his dominance and affection at the same time.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to go on your tiptoes to reach him.

John's body reacted to yours, his hands moving lower to squeeze your butt through your clothes.

He pulled back slightly, looking into your beautiful eyes as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders. "I love the way you respond to me," he said, his voice sounding horace and full of lust.

"And how do I respond, John?" You sounded cocky, and the awareness to not tease a man twice your strength left your body.

John's lips curled into a sinful smile. "With fire, Angel, just like this." He bit down gently on your earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from you. "You're so fucking sexy when you submit to me."

"What makes you think I'll submit to you easily?"

Price's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained soft and commanding. "Because I know you want to," he said, trailing his fingers down your stomach and teasingly tickling your lower abdomen. "You love the feeling of being taken and owned." He pulled a slap on your ass, showing you how he in fact owns you right now.

"Oh, do I now?" you asked.

He chuckled, kissing your neck again. "Oh, yes. You do." He ran his hand up your thigh, gently caressing the inner part of your thigh and teasingly brushing against your pants, which were already soaked.

"You're so responsive,"

"John, everyone could walk in the kitchen any moment," you whined, afraid of what others would think of you. You gave in so easily that it didn't even take you a week to decide to become their personal fucktoy.

His eyes flickered at the door for a moment. "That just makes it more exciting," he said, his voice deep and husky. "The thought of someone walking in on us and seeing you like this turns me on."

"Oh, it turns you on how they see how good you take care of me."

"Yes," Price admitted, his voice low and raw with desire. "I love the thought of them watching me claim what's mine." He slid a hand down to cup your pussy through your panties, his fingers teasing your swollen clitoris through the fabric—you hadn't had this friction in a while, making you almost cum from it.

Mhm, John, stop, I didn't shave." Well, you trimmed, but try to shave properly in an apocalypse.

Price's eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in to whisper against your ear. "I don't care if you haven't shaved—I even prefer it this way," he said, his beard tickling against your skin. "I want you just like this- all natural."

He nipped at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, his hand still buried in your panties. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured against your skin.

"You think so?" You knew you looked good, but good enough to be desired by these seven literal gods. You doubted it.

His eyes are burning with pure desire for you. "I fucking know so," he growled, pulling you closer and grinding his hips against your body—his erection was already there, and it was fucking big. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Angel."

"You're the most handsome man I've ever seen." Well, you couldn't quite decide which of them was the hottest, but he didn't need to know that right now.

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Flatterer," he teased, kissing you gently on the lips. "But I'll take it."

You kissed him deeper, moaning into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. He could feel your warmth through his pants, and it only made him harder.

With one swift move, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, pinning you under his strong arms. He lifted you like you weighed absolutely nothing.

"Mhm, John needs you," you whined. You could not hold your composure anymore; you felt lust for him - primal lust for him—like nature wanted it to be; you were animalistic.

"You have me," John said, his voice rough with passion. "Always." His hands moved deftly to slip off your shirt.

Now you sat there on the counter only wearing a bra and some short skirt with spread legs so he could always reach your begging mound. You thought about how any of the boys could walk in at any second, and it only fueled your desire. In the deepest twisted place in your mind, you thought about them taking you at the same time. You blamed it on ovulation week or not being fucked for years straight.

And even though of the sex you had before was frustrating, your ex just couldn't get you off, rubbing on your poor clit like it was a lottery scratcher. How many orgasms you faked, and you asked yourself if you needed to fake one with them too? This would be disappointing.

Price took a moment to admire the view before him, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin. He reached up and undid your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away to reveal your perfect breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of them. "You're so fucking beautiful." Price smiled as he leaned in, his lips brushing against one of your hardened nipples. "I could spend all night just worshipping these," he whispered before taking one into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Then do it," you whined, wanting him to suck your nipples.

"With pleasure," John replied. He continued to lavish attention on your perfect breasts, his hands teasing and pinching the nipples while his mouth moved from one to the other, lapping at them with hungry kisses. You could barely take it longer. Your eyes darkened from hunger.

You slipped off his shirt as he continued to suck on your hard nipples.

You oggled over his muscular frame; he wasn't the lean muscle type; he had thick, delicious muscles with hair on top of them; he was the pure definition of masculinity; your primal needs chipped in when you saw him, thinking of how you resembled the perfect pair.

He groaned as he felt your hands on his skin, his muscles tightening at the touch. He pulled away from your breasts for a moment, looking down at you with a predatory smirk. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

"I love what I see."

"Good," he replied. He reached down and pulled your panties off, tossing them aside before leaning in to lick a path up your stomach towards your breasts again. You freeze because of your exposed sex; your wetness has already flowed down your thighs.

"I'm going to make sure you scream for me."

"Pretty sure of your skills?" The bratines never left your body; you were lucky that John was a soft dom, and you would regret your bratines sooner or later on Simon's Day.

"You have no idea," John growled, his voice thick with desire. He took your hardened nipple into his mouth once again, sucking and biting gently before moving on to the other one.

"John, I need your mouth somewhere else." You slowly grew impatient, your hole almost begging and crying to finally be stuffed.

"Oh? And where would you like that?" he asked, his voice still rough with lust. He continued to tease your nipples, flicking his tongue over them as he waited for your answer.

"You know where," you whined, hoping he wouldn't let you say it. For fucks sake, you were a medical professional, but you couldn't say that you wanted him on your vagina, stuffing you so badly that it reached your cervix.

Price smirked knowingly. "I've got a few ideas," he replied, his hands sliding down your body. Before he picked you up and laid you down on the kitchen table.

"A fine meal needs to be eaten on the dinner table." You blushed at this sentence.

He looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire, as he took in the sight of your exposed, dripping cunt. "You're so wet for me," he whispered before lowering his head and pushing his tongue into your pussy.

You screamed loudly at the sudden friction grabbing his hair.

John moaned at the taste of you, his tongue lapping up your juices eagerly. He used his hands to spread your legs wider, giving him better access to your most sensitive spots.

"That's it," he growled. "Let me hear you scream."

"John," your moan filled the whole house, and you just hoped you didn't wake Johnny up. Poor boy needs his sleep.

"Fuck, yes," Price panted between licks and thrusts of his tongue. He reached up to grab one of your legs, pulling it over his shoulder as he continued to eat you out.

"mhm feels so good." You moaned, your eyes closed.

"John hummed in response, his tongue swirling around your clit. He reached up to squeeze one of your breasts, eliciting a moan from you. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, loving the way you were responding to him.

He pushed two fingers into your tight hole, fucking them in and out while he continued to eat you out.

"Don't stop," you begged and felt a bit pathetic. You let an unknown man eat you out, which wasn't the worst part. You let seven fucking men breed you.

"I won't stop," he promised, his voice low and rough with desire.

You shook completely under him, screaming in pleasure. He moaned at the sounds you were making, his arousal growing as he felt your body tense and quiver under him.

He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster, while his tongue worked overtime on your clit.

"I'm going to---- fuck." you screamed.

He felt your walls clench around his fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. "Cum for me," he growled, sucking even harder on your clitoral area, leaving a small bite on your clit.

And for the first time in your life, a man was competent enough to let you reach an orgasm, and it felt better than everything you felt in your life before you saw stars shaking like you had an exorcism, and so you came squirting all over His tongue. He groaned in delight, his tongue thrusting deep into your pussy to catch every drop of your sweet nectar.

He continued to lap at you, savoring the taste of you as he held your hips down firmly, not allowing you to take away his meal. You thought they looked starved when they ate your food for the first time, but this was a completely new level of starving.

"Fuck," you were a bit embarrassed as you saw the wet puddle on the table and his beard completely drenched." I never squirted before. I'm so sorry," you apologized, your cheeks burning red.

He chuckled, raising his head to look at you. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he assured, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I've never had a woman squirt before, either."

"Was it bad?"

He smirked. "Oh, I'd say it was fucking incredible." He pulled his fingers out of your puffy hole slowly, licking them clean before leaning in to capture your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste your cum on his tongue, and it was so messy and hot at the same time.

"Do you want me to suck you off, or do we go straight to the fucking part?" You asked, wanting to make him feel good too.

He stepped between your spread legs, his erection jutting out proudly. He looked down at you with a predatory grin, his hand reaching out to cup one of your breasts. "As much as I love to see you on your knees for me, we can't waste an ounce of cum, sweetheart."

"Can you go in slow? I didn't have someone inside in years," you asked, afraid, especially not someone so thick. His dick was perfect, comfortable, 7,5 inches curved to the right and fucking thick, and he had a vein that probably would press against your G-spot perfectly, and fucking beautiful dark curls between his legs, making him seem only more masculine than he already was.

He nodded and positioned himself at your begging entrance, teasing you with only the tip of his cock before slowly pushing inside. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

"God, you're the biggest I ever had." He almost pulled you apart; it burned to take him inside, and without proper preparation, you sure as hell wouldn't be able to take him.

John chuckled at your words, pleased with the compliment. "You'll have to tell me how it feels when I'm balls deep inside you," he murmured, thrusting deeper into your shaking body.

Feeling you start to relax and take him deeper, Price began to move faster, his hips grinding against yours in a sensual rhythm. "Fuck, I love how you take my cock," he growled out between gritted teeth.

"Oh God"

"John is enough; no need to call me God Sweetheart." He picked up the pace even more, slamming into you with primal force. His free hand moved to grip your breast roughly, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You like that? You want more?" he asked breathlessly.

"I want your cum, John," you whined.

Hearing those words sent a surge of lust through his body. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. "Gonna cum all over your pretty little pussy, going to make you so full of my cum."

"Yes, John," you whine.

"Going to make you all round, going to fucking breed you."

You whined and moaned; the primal need to let him fill you up and mark you as his own filled you. You needed this, and not only for selfless reasons; you enjoyed it as much as he did it.

"You're going to beg me for my cock after this." He pounded into you harder, his dick twitching with anticipation. "Feel that? Feel how much I love fucking you?"

"Yes, feels so good." You whined, "Breed me, John." You didn't know what took over you, but you didn't care. Shame is for post-nut clarity.

Hearing your whine only made him more turned on. He slammed into you again and again, each stroke deeper than the last. "That's it, baby. Take it all. I'm going to fill you up so fucking good." John leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you a mommy," he growled out before slapping his massive cock against your g-spot once more.

He could feel his impending release as he continued to thrust into you; he never had something perfect like you—such a good woman between his filthy, not-worthy hands. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly as he pushed deeper into you than ever before. You felt him hitting your cervix.

"That's it, baby. Take my cum. Let me empty myself inside you."

"Yes, please, Daddy, cum in me."

Price groaned loudly as he felt himself erupting inside you. His hips bucked wildly, driving his cock even deeper as hot, thick cum filled your wanting womb. He held nothing back, emptying himself into her before finally pulling out with a wet pop. "There you go, baby. That's what a real man does to his woman."

"And I'm your woman?" You asked completely out of your mind, probably about hormones.

John smirked, pulling you into his arms. "You sure as hell are." He kissed you passionately.

"Now we need to make you a mommy."

"Well, you already came to me," you giggled.

He rolled his eyes. "I've got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart." He traced his finger down your stomach. "Now let's see about making you a baby; besides, I don't want any of these muppets making you pregnant before me." You didn't strike him as the jealous type since he shared you with seven men, but maybe it was the thing about being the first that fueled him.

"You have the stamina for a second round? Price grinned, giving you a wink.

"With you? Hell yeah." He pulled you close and kissed you again, starting to nibble on your ear. "And this time, I'll make sure I hit the back of that sweet cunt of yours." He carried you to the bed and laid you down.

The bed dipped at his weight, his hard cock still rock-hard against his stomach. He positioned himself between your legs and looked into your eyes. "Ready for round two, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy." You knew how crazy it made him when you called him this.

Price leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he thrust his hips upward. He groaned into the kiss, feeling the head of his cock push against your entrance once more. "God damn, you feel good."

You put your legs on his shoulders. He imideatly kissed your ankles and hit you deeper with every thrust. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He looked into your eyes as he began to move his hips back and forth, slamming into you with each powerful stroke. "Fuck, you're so tight."

You clenched around him, and it only fueled his primal instincts. "That's right, baby. Let's make you a mommy." His fingers dug into your hips, pulling her closer as he continued to pound into you.

"Mhm, going to cum soon, John," he grinned as he heard your moan.

"That's it, baby. Let it out." He felt your cunt clench around him as you shook from the orgasm he had just given you.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Dove. Now let's see if we can get you pregnant." With that, he pulled out of your pussy and rolled over onto his back, beckoning you to straddle him once more. "Ride me until you're ready for another."

You let your hips fall on his thick cock, whining as he spread you in half, and so you began to ride him, your boobs jumping up and down.

He moaned at the sight of your ass bouncing against his full balls as you rode him hard. He grabbed your hips tightly, helping you to move faster and harder on his shaft. "That's it, baby. Ride me until you can't take it anymore."

He reached up, grabbed one of your perky breasts, and began to play with your nipple while you rode him. "Do you want me to crawl inside you again, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy," you nodded and clenched around him just at the thought.

Price loved the way you answered. "Then keep riding me, dove." He pulled on your nipple gently, watching as you let out a small cry of pleasure. He continued to play with your breast while he watched your ass bounce up and down on his cock.

"That's it, baby. Show Daddy how much you love his cock."

"I love it so much, Daddy."

He groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. "Oh, fuck yes. You feel so good." He continued to play with your breast while he started to circle your clit while you rode him.

John's voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke his darkest desires into your ear. "I want to fuck you in every hole, dove. I want to mark you as mine and give you all the babies you want."

He continued to rub your clit in small circles as you rode him harder. Price could feel his orgasm building quickly. That's it, baby. Give Daddy what he wants." He reached up and pinched your nipple hard, watching as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. I want to watch you squirt all over my cock."

"Mhm, fuck," you moaned. You couldn't take it any longer.

He continues His work on your abused clit Till you clench around him and squirt all over His dick.

John groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock and squirt all over him. "Fuck, yes. That's it, dove." He continued to rub your clit even after you came, wanting to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your body.

"Too much, Daddy," you whined as he overstimulated you.

Price chuckled softly at your whines, his fingers still working on your clit. "Sorry, dove. Did I go too far?" He asked teasingly, knowing full well that he hadn't. Instead, he loved pushing your limits and seeing just how much you could take.

"That's it, dove. Give Daddy all of it." He whispered in your ear before pulling out of your wet pussy and slapping his hard cock against your slick mound once more. "Daddy going to fill you up now, and you're going to take everything, understood?"

You were too fucked out to talk; you just nodded.

He fucked with a mean pace into you, his balls slapping against your ass, leaving his mark, but that wasn't enough; he needed to mark your breasts too, to show everyone he was the first to have you - the first to hopefuly impregnate you. You were his, and he was only a good captain for sharing his priceless angel. A pure act of selflessness from him.

With a final thrust, he erupted himself inside you. Hot, strips of his sticky cum painted your inner walls white. "Take it, sweetheart, let me fill you up." He pushed his cum in your hole all over again and then removed his dick out of your red, swollen cunt. He held your legs up. "I don't want my cum to flow out of you before the job is done."

You thought he would leave after the act, but he didn't, so his affection was real. He cleaned you up with a towel, massaging your sore thighs and almost forcing you to drink enough water since you squirted so much. "Did it feel so good for me, Sweetheart? I never had such a perfect woman before," he whispered against your skin. " Gonna worship you and give you everything you need, okay?"

You nodded and cuddled against his fury body, easily falling asleep after this activity.

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모든 것 ★ 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 . even before you had come to realize he was your everything. he was your best friend, the boy who cared about you, your headache. regardless of what you called him, he would always be by your side, and to you, that meant the world. it meant everything. 

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 . 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖼 . 𝟥.𝟫𝗄

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗇𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 . @kflixnet @kbookshelf

7 years old

As a child your imagination always got the better of you. One day you were a pirate sailing the seas hunting for treasure and the next you were a race car driver with millions of fans. You were never at it alone though. You always had him by your side no matter what the adventure was. "Jay!" You yelled knocking on the front door of his house.

For a 7-year-old you sure had a loud voice. When the door opened you smiled looking up at the older woman. Ms. Lee the woman who claimed you as her daughter and who knew you well enough to know you had something up your sleeve, especially for a beautiful day like this.

You saluted the woman before speaking in a military voice. "Good Morning Ms. Lee Space Cadet Y/N reporting for duty!" You saluted to the older woman who chuckled at you. You giggled before trying to peer around her to see if you could see Jay but sadly you couldn't.

You looked up at Ms. Lee and smiled. "Can Jay come out and play?" You asked with your best smile. She smiled nodding as she called Jay's name telling him you were outside waiting for him. He appeared a second later rushing outside to greet you.

You pulled the boy into a hug as he hugged you back. "Are you ready for our space adventure!" You yelled handing him his walkie-talkie as he nodded. Off the two of you went into the great unknown or the neighborhood to be precise. Though it didn't matter if you two were exploring the cosmos, climbing Mount Everest, or deep diving into the ocean as long as you were together that's all that mattered.

12 years old

You were devastated when you heard the news that you couldn't go outside and hang out with the other kids. You didn't like that you were stuck inside because inside meant time away from doing what you loved and the people you loved to hang out with. You also didn't like the pain settling in the lower part of your abdomen. The pain came and went.

The pain started early in the morning which led to a dark red spot being discovered in your bed. Your mom was right by your side telling you that it was normal for girls your age to go through something like this which scared you. You weren't prepared for what your mom called a period.

Though your mom tried to help you better understand what was going on with your body you didn't want to hear any of it. The pains were unbearable. How could anyone put so much misery onto a 12-year-old?! You lay in bed holding your stomach.

You didn't bother to wrap your ponytail up with a scarf as you suffered. A cup of water and an empty package of ibuprofen lay on your side table. You couldn't help as the tears fell. The pain felt like it was getting worse with each passing second.

You wondered how your mom and all the women in your life with through this each month. The ibuprofen had yet to kick in as you continued to cry softly through it. The sound of your mom calling your name makes you sniffle and turn to face the door as it opened. Instead of your mom, it was Jay who wore a sad smile on his face as he held a bag which you could only presume was snacks.

He sat down beside you and handed you the bag which was filled with your favorites as you gave him a small smile before hugging him tightly. "My mom helped me pick out things that would make you feel better. Or at least make you happy." He said watching as you pulled out your favorite candy and a bear with the words get better written on its stomach.

That's when your tears started up again as you clutched the bear to your chest. Jay had a scared look on his face thinking he did something to upset you. You pulled him into another hug as you thanked him not only for being here with you but for making you feel a little less alone during the whole thing. "You're the bestest friend ever." You spoke into his neck as his cheeks burned a bright pink color as he hugged you back just as tightly.

14 years old

No one told you your teenage years would be filled with nothing but stress and anxiety. No one believed that you were going through something even as you wore that all-too-familiar smile on your face. No one saw the actual frown behind the smile. People thought you were perfectly fine and happy as you should be. No one bothered to look for the real emotions. It seemed now that you were a teenager you and your parent's relationship just wasn't the same.

To them, it seemed lately like you weren't doing what they asked of you even though you were. They would chastise you for every little thing you did. Not washing the dishes, not cleaning your room, not waking up early for school.

It was the little things like that that caused you so much stress and made you want to leave the place you called home. But where could you go? Sure the neighborhood you lived in was small and everyone knew everyone but you knew no one you could fully just go to and stay with unless you wanted your parents called.

That night you and your mom had gotten into an argument about your grades slipping. Words were tossed and not meant to be said. You sat in your room with nothing but silence in the air as you contemplated. That's the moment you knew you couldn't stay here at least not for the night. You grabbed your bag and exited through your window making sure to close it behind you as you went.

The soft taps against the window woke the boy who had been asleep in his bed. He didn't hesitate to peer out the side of the curtain trying to catch a glance at who it was. He only sighed in relief when he saw it was you. But he kind of felt his heartbreak when he noticed that you were crying.

He didn't hesitate to let you in. You sat on his bed with your knees tucked under your chin as you sighed peering around the dark room before at him. He sat up against the headboard waiting for you to explain what happened. "I just needed to get out of there. You know I'm just sick of the arguments over little things." You spoke as he listened.

He couldn't understand what you were going through but he knew all too well that you being here meant that it happened way too often. He sighed scooting next to you and pulling you into his side as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"C-can I stay here....just for the night?" You asked as he nodded. No words were said as you lay beside each other taking in the silence. The next morning his mom wasn't surprised to find you two snuggling in his bed after learning that you had run away from home. Your mom was called and you were taken back home. Before you left you hugged Jay. "Thank you." You whispered pressing a kiss to his cheek.

16 years old

High school was a new path for you and what some people called the big leagues. You never could understand what they meant by that until you got there. High school was filled with differences and changes. You had grown into your new body quite well so to say which of course attracted the attention of the male audience.

And you made friends with a lot of different people. You could say you were popular or well-liked but that's the one thing you didn't understand. Why were you so liked? Was it because of the way you carried yourself, how you looked, or just because of what you had? You never understood it nor did you care about it.

High school was also the time when past relationships had started to somewhat diminish. You never did spend as much time with your old friends as you did with your new friends not that you noticed. You were a teen who was just doing what normal teens do hanging out, getting into trouble, the normal teen things. But it wasn't just you who was distancing themselves and becoming a different person.

While you were making friends, partying, and doing bad things your best friend was doing the same it was just normal teen things but it was different especially when you guys weren't doing it together.

You guys weren't your seven-year-old selves who stuck together through thick and thin anymore. You guys were 16 years old and have different crowds and cliques that you were in and sometimes that just meant that separation would be involved. You know the saying old friends come and go.

In high school, it was also the start of your dating which was quite new to you. Though you did get the male audience's attention very easily it was kind of hard to find the right person because most of the time they only wanted you because of what you had. So when you were asked on a date by this junior you didn't hesitate to agree. This junior carried himself well, had good grades, was a gentleman, and was an athlete, anything that was near close to perfection was something that interested you.

But sometimes the perfect image can be blurred. Was it your fault that he didn't show up? You felt like it was. What did you do to make him not show up? You dressed up pretty. You were dressed in a black and blue overall dress with your white air forces. Your hair flowing down your back. The wind blowing past you makes you shiver. Peering down at your feet you could feel the tears start to well up in your eyes.

The whole thing left a sour taste in your mouth. You stood outside your house feeling like such a loser. The date was a waste of your energy and your mom wasn't even awake to help you through it.

You peered across the street at the house adjacent to yours before sighing. The knocks against the window tore the boy's gaze from the textbook in front of him. He looked confusingly before peering out the window and seeing you with almost bloodshot eyes.

He opened the window helping you through. He only noticed your attire when you were standing by his desk arms wrapped around yourself. He had wondered what you were doing out so late. "I-i-." You couldn't even finish your sentence before you broke down in tears.

Jay didn't wait a single moment before pulling you into his embrace. You cried on his shoulder as he held you. Though he didn't know what had happened he knew one thing and that was to make sure you were ok before you told him anything. He held as you cried and even as your sobs turned to soft whimpers.

"D-dating sucks." You mumbled as he chuckled still rubbing your back. "Maybe you're right but you can't let one date mess that up for you." He stated as you sighed looking over at him and his adorable smile. Maybe he was right? From the smile on his face, you knew he knew that he was right.

"You are a dork, you know that right?" You ask as he smiled nodding. "Well, this dork is your best friend." He replied pulling you into a tight hug as you laughed.

18 years old

Your senior year in high school was nothing like you imagined it to be. The past three years at this high school were filled with fun times, new friends, old friends, stress, and anxiety but those years don't compare to the one now. The last year of high school before you become an adult.

An adult who has struggles upon struggles with work, paying bills, and doing things that most people aren't too thrilled about doing. You weren't gonna pretend like people didn't tell you that adult life was going to be hard, especially for someone who just got out from being a teenager in high school and fully stepping into adulthood.

But for right now you were just content living your best remaining high school life. Everyone around you was buzzing about prom and graduation. You were so focused on trying to get your grades up to be able to graduate that you forgot all about prom.

Prom a time where all the cares in the world were taken away. A night where you got to spend time with your friends laughing, drinking, partying, and doing whatever it is you do after-prom. Though you don't know much about what you were going to do about prom especially since you spent all your time focused on just getting out of the place that had caused you so much suffering and anxiety.

You listened to your friends talk, talk, and talk about prom and what they will be wearing and who they would be going with while you just sat there silent. What could you say?! You didn't have anything prepared for prom which was five days from now. Maybe you just wouldn't go.

But you knew everyone would want you to go especially since you skipped out on the one in junior year. Maybe disappointing them would be OK? Who are you kidding they were your friends and you knew they would be upset if you didn't show up. You sighed questioning how are you supposed to find a dress, get your hair and nails done, and find a date within five days.

With a huff, you sat on the couch of your living room opening your textbook. Jay sat beside his glasses on and eyes peering at you. "What's wrong with you?" He asked as you sent him a glare. Why did he think something was wrong with you just because you huffed and groaned? Ok, maybe something was wrong with you? "Are you going to prom?" You ask as he gave you a confused look before shrugging.

You turned your body to face him. "Because if you aren't maybe we can go watch a movie or hang out." You spoke. He shrugged yet again before raising his eyebrow in somewhat amusement and confusion. "Wait you don't want to go to prom?" He asked somewhat surprised. Like he couldn't believe that you out of everyone didn't want to go.

"I mean it's already too late to get everything ready for it. Like I have only 4 days to get my hair and nails done, find a dress, and don't get me started on a date." You groaned slouching in your seat. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. He thought you were blowing the whole thing out of proportion. It was just a dance.

"Look if you don't find a date within the next 4 days then I'll go with you and we can embarrass ourselves to meet's end, ok?" He spoke as you turned to look at him. Was he agreeing to be your +1 if you didn't find a date? You found it cute as you hugged him as he tried his best to get away from your grasp.

At school, everyone went about their usual routines as did yourself. Well, some did. You stood at your locker in surprise as the words 'Will you go to prom with me?" were glued to it. You looked around trying to spot the person who did it only to stop looking when a boy you had only seen a few times around school stood in front of you with a bouquet of roses. Your mouth agape as your hands clenched your textbooks tight to your chest.

Maybe it was the fact that he asked you the question in front of what seemed to be the whole school that caused you nervousness. As gently as you could you let him down. You could see the sadness make his way up on his face as he was comforted by what you could only presume were his friends.

What had caused you to reject his offer? Maybe it was the fact that you didn't know him that well or the fact that you wanted to go to prom with Jay? You didn't know. Your friends came up to ask questions which you tried your best to answer and not let them know too much.

For the remainder of the day, you tried avoiding anyone you knew had a crush on you or tried to ask you out before because you knew that they would at least try to ask you to prom which you would reject. Prom was still approaching fast and you still had things to be done like finding a dress and getting your hair done.

Your nails were finished and ready to go. To say your mom was more excited than you for prom would be an understatement because it was clear she was thrilled about it. It was like she didn't go to her prom. She wanted to be a big help so she scheduled you a hair appointment with her friend which you were thankful for.

At the end of the appointment, you stood staring at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a 26-inch body wave in the color black. You were now one step closer before your whole prom situation would be settled.

Dress shopping wasn't something you thought would be hard. But boy were you wrong. You and your mom have been in the dress shop for quite some time approximately three hours to be exact and yet you still haven't found the dress. Just when you thought everything was going well there was a problem. There wasn't a dress that you knew you would like to wear to prom.

Maybe you should've done your shopping and prepared for prom earlier because maybe you would've had your dress by now? Just as you were about to give up your mom came around the corner with the silk blue bodycon mermaid dress.

To you the dress was perfect. You didn't need a really big puffy dress to live your best life at prom. You just needed something you would look good in and feel comfortable in. The day had arrived prom was here and you were nervous. Why were you nervous oh because you didn't think you would look good.

But the moment you opened the door Jay's mouth dropped. What could he say? That you looked beautiful but that would be an overstatement because you looked beautiful every day. But at this moment and point in time, you looked gorgeous to him. You smiled at him taking in his appearance. You thought he looked handsome in a tuxedo.

Though the moment was short-lived as your guy's parents wanted to take photos of you two. After what seemed like an eternity of taking pictures you guys finally went off to prom. As you guys entered the building everything was in full swing already. People were laughing and drinking. You both excused yourselves to go talk amongst your friend group.

Your friends were so happy to see you there as they complimented you for how you looked and also scolded you for not telling them that you were coming with Jay out of everyone. For about an hour or so you stuck with your friend group chatting and dancing on the dance floor. When a slow song started to play you were about to exit the dance floor when your friends pushed you toward where Jay stood.

You glared at them before walking over to the boy. You nudged his shoulder with yours before grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor with you. His arms looped around your waist as you rest your arms over his shoulders. It was silent and awkward between you two as you danced.

"Thanks for coming with me. I would've been at home watching movies if it weren't for you." You spoke as he chuckled making you look up at him. "Watching movies probably not but making sure you graduate I could see." He spoke chuckling as you laughed alongside him.

You shook your head just staring at him. At times like this, you were glad to have someone like him in your life. You sighed laying your head on his chest as he continued to dance with you. The night soon came to an end and Jay had driven you home. He walked with you to the front door probably just trying to be a gentleman and wait for you to get into the house safe and sound.

You turned to face him as he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you. You sighed hugging the boy back. You pulled back kissing his cheek softly before entering the house and shutting the door behind you. Jay stood on the other side smiling and holding his cheek before returning to his home.

Prom was a success and now all you had to do was graduate. Graduation had come faster than anyone could ever imagine. You're about to walk across the stage and become a full-fledged adult. What was waiting on the other side of the stage for you was something you never imagined. The moment your name was called you felt like you had achieved your life goal. You have never felt happier in your life. You knew once your name was called you were officially not a high school student anymore. You couldn't believe it.

As you walked across the stage you can hear the cheers from your family members and friends. They were proud of you. Most importantly you were proud of yourself for making it as far as you did to be able to graduate. You received your high school diploma with the biggest smile on your face as your family took photos to celebrate and remember the biggest moment in your life.

You shook hands with your teachers who taught you so much in the past four years of your life. You knew you had made them proud. When you stepped off that stage you felt it. You were an adult now. Though the responsibilities could wait a little while longer.

Once everyone's names were called everyone threw their caps in celebration as they had finally made it out of high school. Your family was the first to congratulate you and greet you. You smiled at them thanking them for being here with you and encouraging you to keep going.

The moment you saw Jay you rushed into his arms hugging him tightly. You both did it. You graduated. Both of you went from kids who knew nothing about the big wide world to adults who would do great things in the world. Pulling back from the hug you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

The boy who was with you through everything from childhood to teenager and now to adulthood. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled as you did the same. You knew he was the one you wanted to experience every little thing with. You were his and he was your everything.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

out of all the fnaf games, which are your favorite animatronics from each one and why?

FNaF 1: Bonnie. I think he's genuinely scary, plus I love bunnies! He also scared Scott in his dreams back when he was developing the game lol

FNaF 2: The Marionette. Love their design sm! though it looks quite simple, works perfectly for me! Love the lore around them too <33 I'd give 'em a blanket if I could. They seem exhausted...

FNaF 3: Springtrap. Because oh. oh my god i'm going to scream. I'll pick him up and put him in a blender. I'll shake him so violently and vehemently. Literally exploding him right now. I want to get near him but can't because he's gonna give the flu plus tetanus if dare to touch him. but dear god I love his voice so much, I will climb on him like he's Mount Everest and claim my place. The stinky bunny man. He's the vilest and most disgusting motherfucker but hell yeah he's still my comfort character and I go to sleep at night imagining he's watching over me in case I can't sleep. He's a bastard but he's my favorite bastard

FNaF 4: Plushtrap. because AHDBAWHDJKSWIOAHEBSDAJDKL

FNaF World: Fredbear. He's so expressive lol and so tiny. Love him very much.

Sister Location: Ballora. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I LVOE HER SO MUCH !!!!! This woman. She is literally so cool. I love her color palette, her voice and her mechanic. Everything about her oh my god SHE IS!!! THE QUEEN !!!!!!!! I think she's scary and has this very iconic vibe. Love it when she sings AND I'M SO SAD WE DIDN'T GET TO SEE HER AGAIN WTF WHY ??? WHY. WHY WOULD-

Pizzeria Simulator: Scrap Baby. I LOVE HER DESIGN SO MUCH GRAAAHHHHH. Gives me The Desolate Hope vibes eheheh

Security Breach: Glamrock Freddy. He's so sweet and I just want to smooch his cheek so bad oh my god <333 I also love his voice, it's very comforting mahsdmhasmd

[gamerwoman3d]

Dear Gamer Woman 3d.

Can I please know if it's inadvisable to put any popsicle up my butthole or just one with caffeine, and why?

Thank you

Butthole in Bchicago

Well I'm glad you asked.

You see, Popsicles of any kind are made by dropping the temperature of a liquid until the molecules kinda crystalize into a solid. The temperature inside a human butthole is generally between 97.5 F (36.4 C) and 97.9 F (36.6 C), whereas Ice can be anywhere below 32 F (0 C).

The skin inside the butthole is different from the skin on, say, your hand; it is thinner, permeable, and its job is to absorb as much liquid from the waste products in your colon as possible to prevent dehydration.

Not only can an ice object stick to these walls, similar to how an idiot child's tongue might stick to a frozen lamp post, once stuck, the thin flesh has a much higher chance of tearing.

Now while the popsicle might begin to melt inside you, and you might think "oh now it will be slick and wet and that'll lubricate it!" you could be ... pun intended ... sorely mistaken. Remember, the stuck flesh in question has one job: To suck water out of your poopies to stop you from dehydrating while expelling waste from the body.

So the more good ol' H20 in the popsicle, the more it will just be absorbed as it melts, which will leave it stuck. In fact, as your body absorbed the liquids but not the abrasive solid crystals, it could get even MORE stuck, and cause MORE micro-abrasions. Abrasions and cuts in the colorectal tract are bad news because of the bacteria in the tract- any cut can get infected or end in sepsis. So while it melts, it isn't guaranteed to lubricate you if it's made of anything aside from pure frozen anal lubricant. And even if it were made of pure anal lube, it's still probably a bad idea becaaaauuuse -

It's still a weak, brittle solid, with a crystalline structure. If you've ever dropped an ice cube into a warm liquid, you notice it cracks. Those cracks have sharp edges, that can cut or pinch the flesh inside you. And because the inside of the body stays over 90f/35c, it isn't impossible for those cracks to happen.

All that said, I know for a fact that there are plenty of kinksters who might disagree with me. Yes, people have survived putting all sorts of weird stuff inside them. People have also survived climbing to the top of mount Everest! I'm just saying it's a bad idea to ignore all the frozen bodies around the precipice. The ones who made it to the top AND BACK DOWN had help AND luck on their side.

Likewise, the kinksters that I know that DO fuck around with weird butt stuff and weird ice stuff and whatnot, are usually doing so in kink communities with one or more doctor in the community, and are surrounded with multiple EMTs around them during such activities. So if you INSIST on doing the inadvisable thing, at least try to find a trustworthy medic in your kink community to accompany you on your misadventure in case it causes an actual medical emergency.

But another rule of thumb, is if it feels rough to the touch (as many Popsicles would after you suck on them a bit) then it will not feel good in your butthole.

The TL:DR is Yes. It is inadvisable to put any popsicles in your butthole. If it's just the cold sensation you're looking for, I might recommend at best putting a body-safe toy or body-safe lubricant in a ziplock bag in the fridge for a bit.

NOT the freezer.

I wish you the best of luck, Butthole in Bchicago! Stay safe and keep asking questions. Such questions can safe a butt life.

~gamerwoman3d

[conradscrime]

The Disappearance of Mountaineer George Mallory

November 02, 2023

George Mallory was born in Cheshire on June 18, 1886, and from a young age he was interested in climbing. When he was only 7 years old, Mallory climbed the roof of his father's church.

In 1904, an experienced mountaineer named Robert Lock Graham Irving took Mallory on as a climbing companion after the death of his original partner. Both Mallory and his friend, Harry went with Irving for a trip to the Alps.

In February 1909, Mallory was invited to Wales for a climbing trip at Easter. After this, Mallory was given an application form for membership into the Climber's Club, joining in May 1909.

On July 29, 1914, Mallory married a woman named Christiana Ruth Turner, just 6 days before Britain entered World War I. The pair ended up having three children together, two daughters and a son.

Though Mallory had an extensive education and worked as a school master, he did have to enlist in the army and served throughout World War I, eventually ranking up to lieutenant in 1917.

By January 1919, Mallory returned to his teaching position which was at Charterhouse, though he was not fully happy being a teacher. He wanted to get back into mountaineering. In January 1921, the Royal Geographical Society and the Alpine Club established the Mount Everest Committee to finance an expedition.

Mallory was contacted by the committee asking if he would be interested in this expedition, the crew planned to do a trip later in 1921 to figure out the best route to reach the summit, and then in 1922 they were going to go again, this time actually reaching the top.

Mallory at first was not sure if he wanted to go -- it would mean that he would have to be away from his wife Ruth, and children for a chunk of time and he was sceptical the group would be able to accomplish this.

Eventually Mallory and his wife were convinced it would be the opportunity of a lifetime, and in February 1921, Mallory accepted the invitation formerly, though it was noted he showed no emotion and was definitely not excited for the trip. It was in February 1921 that Mallory resigned from his teaching position.

Leading up to this point, Mallory had quite a bit of experience having done various climbs and reaching summits. He completed several expeditions in the Alps, since his first climb in 1904. Specifically in the Alps, both Mallory and his friend Harry suffered from altitude sickness.

On August 18, 1921, Mallory and 3 others left their camp at around 20,000 ft. They discovered a gateway to the mountain, and after figuring out the most viable way to reach the summit, on September 23, 1921, a group of climbers left camp to descend into the East Rongbuk Glacier, to pitch camp. The frostbite and winds were extreme however, and eventually on September 25, 1921, Mallory called off the expedition.

It was the groups goal to be the first to reach Mount Everest's summit. On May 20, 1922, Mallory and his group began this goal. After two failed attempts to reach the summit, in June 1922, the group tried a third.

At one point during their ascent, an avalanche began on an ice cliff above, sweeping over the group. Mallory and three others were able to dig themselves out of the snow, unharmed, but saw a group of 4 porters had fell 150 ft below them. The avalanche had caused another 9 porters to be swept into a crevasse.

A search and rescue effort was started, and 8 out of the 9 porters were found. Unfortunately only 2 of them had survived. This was the end of the third attempt to the summit.

Mallory's next attempt at reaching Mount Everest's summit wouldn't be until June 1, 1924.

By June 8, 1924, Mallory and Andrew Irvine, would begin their attempt to reach the summit at 8 am. This morning, another climber, John Noel, perched himself at Eagle's Nest Point, with a camera so he could film Mallory and Irvine. The flimer also had 2 porters with him, however no one could see Mallory or Irvine.

By 10am, still having not seen any sight of the two mountaineers, the cloud and mist had completely obscured the view of the summit ridge.

The last person to see Mallory and Irvine alive was Noel Odell, a support climber, just after 12:50 pm. He saw them from a distance, two black spots moving, before the clouds obstructed his view. Mallory and Irvine were never seen alive again.

On June 9, 1924, Odell and another inspected the Camps, looking for Mallory and Irvine to no avail. It was impossible for the two mountaineers to have returned to camp, as everything they had left there was as it was — having not been touched. After days of searching and finding nothing, the expedition was over and on June 15, 1924, the surviving members returned home. 

On June 19, 1924, Ruth and Mallory’s children received a telegram stating that Mallory and Irvine had died. On October 17, 1924, a memorial service was held. 

On May 30, 1933, almost 11 years after Mallory and Irvine had disappeared, an ice axe had been discovered at an elevation of 27,723 ft, by the leader of the expedition, Percy Wyn-Harris. At first, Wyn-Harris and his climbing partner, Lawrence Wager left the ice axe where they had found it, but after their own failed attempt at reaching the summit, on the way down Wyn-Harris decided to take the ice axe, leaving his own in it’s place. 

The ice axe was eventually determined to either be Mallory’s or Irvine’s, though it is unsure which mountaineer’s it was. After Odell inspected it, he noticed there was 3 marks on it, which Irvine used to mark his equipment. Ruth stated that she had never known Mallory to mark any of his stuff that way, so most likely the ice axe was Irvine’s, however, some of the expedition members from the 1933 expedition believed the axe belonged to Mallory because it had Swiss manufacturers. 

In 1962, Irvine’s brother found a military swagger stick, which belonged to Irvine and it had the same 3 identification marks on it. 

In 1937, a man named Frank Smyth wrote a letter, and in the letter he stated that during the 1936 British Mount Everest expedition, he scanned the North Face of Everest with a powerful telescope and saw a body, believing it to be Mallory or Irvine. This sighting was unknown until 2013, when Smythe’s son revealed it in a book, after finding his father’s letter in a diary. 

The 1999 Mallory and Irvine Research Expedition began, with the goal to find evidence of the 1924 British Mount Everest expedition and find information about whether or not Mallory and Irvine reached the summit. 

On May 1, 1999, around 10 am, members of the expedition reached 26,900 ft, where they were going to set up camp. Setting off, it was 11:45 am when a member found a corpse laying at 26,760 ft. The body was partially frozen, but well preserved to the cold condition, fully extended and had both arms outstretched with the head pointed uphill. 

The right leg was broken, with the left leg crossed over it, suggesting the mountaineer must of been still conscious. The rear of the body was exposed, the wind having blown away some of the clothing. The exposed skin was white, but the hands and forearms appeared dark. Most of the internal organs had been consumed by alpine choughs, a specific type of bird. The birds had pecked away leaving damage to the right leg, buttocks and abdominal cavity. 

Tied to the waist was braided cotton climbing rope, the right foot had an intact green leather hobnailed boot, but the left boot only had the tongue remaining on it. Many had suspected that Irvine had fallen in 1924, and this body was his.

When looking at the layers of clothing and removing them, there was a label on the shirt with red print, “G. Mallory.” The body of George Mallory had finally been discovered, almost exactly 75 years later. 

Mallory’s body had several injuries — his tibia and fibula of his right leg were broken, his right scapula was deformed, his right elbow had been fractured or dislocated. He had multiple cuts, bruises and abrasions, his ribs had been fractured. It was without a doubt that Mallory had fallen. The climbing rope that had been looped around Mallory’s waist had crushed his ribs and burned his skin. It was also determined that when this happened, Mallory and Irvine were roped to each other. The exact circumstances are unknown, no one will ever know what caused the accident or made them fall. 

A few weeks later, an oxygen cylinder was found at an altitude of 27,789 ft to 27,805 ft. The cylinder’s stamp no. 9 confirmed that it was from the 1924 British Mount Everest expedition and was used by Mallory and Irvine. 

Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay, the first mountaineers to have reached the summit of Mount Everest, welcomed the news of the discovery of Mallory’s body, and acknowledged that Mallory might have reached the summit of Mount Everest decades earlier. 

There are many theories about what led to Mallory and Irvine’s deaths in 1924. Research in 2010 suggested that an extreme storm may have led to their deaths. The research provided stated that when Mallory and Irvine attempted the summit on June 8, 1924, there was a drop in barometric pressure and temperature. Believing this could have resulted in a blizzard, however, Odell described the morning of June 8, 1924 as clear and not extremely cold, but turned into a severe blizzard by 2pm which lasted until 4pm. 

While it is unknown what exactly happened, many researchers believe the weather was way more extreme than previously believed, and this could have contributed to the deaths of both Mallory and Irvine. 

On November 14, 1944, Mallory’s younger brother, Sir Trafford Leigh-Mallory, an Air Chief Marshal, crashed into the French Alps, everyone on board was killed. Mallory’s daughter, Frances Clare, married a man named Glenn Allan Millikan who was killed in a climbing accident on May 25, 1947 at Buzzard’s Roose in Fall Creek Falls State Park. 

Frances’ sons, Mallory’s grandchildren, Richard and George Millikan became climbers and were very well respected in the 1960’s and 70’s. On May 14, 1995, George Mallory, Mallory’s grandson reached the summit of Everest, leaving a photo of his grandparents on the summit, ending “unfinished business” for his grandfather. 

In early 1923, Mallory was asked why he wanted to climb Mount Everest, his answer: “Because it’s there.” 

[scattermindsage]

ADHD Mornings

Chaos, Coffee, and How to Tackle It

Mornings with ADHD are none other than, an adventure. For women especially, mornings can feel like a battle between what you planned to do and what your brain actually decides to do. It’s not laziness—it’s a whirlwind of distractions, time blindness, and decision fatigue before the day even starts.

Let’s break down what mornings look like for ADHD women, and then I’ll share some tips that have helped me (on my good days). And stick around—there’s a little letter full of love waiting for you at the end.

The ADHD Woman’s Morning Struggle

1. The Snooze Button Olympics

The alarm goes off, but getting out of bed feels like climbing Mount Everest. Your brain tells you, Five more minutes won’t hurt. (Spoiler: it’s never just five minutes.)

2. Decision Paralysis: What Comes First?

Should you shower first? Make coffee? Check emails? You bounce between tasks, starting one and then abandoning it halfway through because, suddenly, your brain remembers you need to reorganize the junk drawer.

3. The Distraction Spiral

You’re brushing your teeth when you notice a smudge on the mirror. You clean it, which leads to wiping the sink, which leads to rearranging your skincare products. Oh, and now you’re late.

4. Time Blindness

You thought you had an hour to get ready, but somehow it’s been 40 minutes, and you haven’t even picked an outfit. Cue the last-minute scramble.

Tackling the ADHD Morning Chaos

Here’s the truth: ADHD mornings will never be perfect, but there are ways to make them less chaotic.

1. Prep the Night Before

I know, I know. It’s hard to think ahead when you’re exhausted at night, but even small things—like laying out clothes or packing your bag—can make mornings less overwhelming.

2. Use Alarms Strategically

Set multiple alarms for different tasks, like “Time to shower” or “Leave the house.” Bonus tip: Label them with funny, motivating messages like “You Got This, Babe!”

3. Simplify Your Choices

Fewer decisions = less stress. Create a “go-to” breakfast, keep a capsule wardrobe of easy outfits, and use the same morning routine checklist every day.

4. Create a Morning Playlist

Weather Music or religious songs or even recitation of your Holy Book played in your favourite app can help keep you on track and make mundane tasks more enjoyable.

Bonus: Use time-based playlists (e.g., “Three tracks to get dressed”).

5. Let Go of Perfection

Your morning doesn’t have to look like a Pinterest board. If you can get out the door fed, dressed, and on time, that’s a win.

A Letter to ADHD Women

Dear You,

I know mornings are hard. They’re loud, messy, and full of a hundred tiny battles your brain doesn’t feel ready to fight. You beat yourself up because it seems like everyone else has their morning routine figured out, while yours feels like controlled chaos at best.

But here’s the thing: Your mornings don’t define you. The way you tackle your day isn’t a reflection of how strong, smart, or capable you are. It’s just a reflection of how beautifully unique your brain is.

Yes, you take the long way sometimes. Yes, your coffee gets cold while you get distracted cleaning a drawer. But you also have this amazing ability to make life interesting, to find joy in the small, random things that others overlook.

So, here’s my wish for you: On the mornings when everything goes wrong, I hope you give yourself grace. On the mornings when you hit snooze too many times or forget to pack lunch, I hope you laugh it off. And on the mornings when you do manage to follow your plan, I hope you celebrate like it’s a victory—because it is.

Your mornings might not be perfect, but neither is life. And in the imperfection, there’s magic.

With love,

ScatterMindSage

[mirandamckenni1]

Ana Foxxx: Merkins, Hollywood Sets & Directing for Playboy Episode 292: We have a true legend on the podcast this week! Ana Foxxx catches Holly up on how she stumbled into her dream gig as a director for Playboy Plus, how the pandemic put retirement on her radar, and why she’ll always choose a porn project over a Hollywood project. Plus — Ana reveals which male performer she considers the “Mount Everest of Porn”….and why she’s not in a rush to climb him! Thanks to Bluechew for sponsoring this episode! When you need extra confidence in the bedroom, BlueChew is there! Try it for FREE when you use our promo code HOLLY at checkout - just pay $5 for shipping! https://bluechew.com/ SHOW NOTES: 1:50 how it feels to be well-loved 2:29 Ana’s life during the pandemic 4:15 how OnlyFans changed things for her 11:09 her first shoot as a director 13:47 lying about sizes 18:26 most challenging part of being a director 19:52 dick hands in the snacks 23:14 appearing in an HBO show 25:09 intimacy coordinator on set 27:24 having to wear a merkin 33:50 what the Adult Performer Advocacy Committee does 38:47 biggest opportunity for improvement in the industry 40:08 exploring genres outside stepfamily 43:39 the porn issue she’s most passionate about 46:37 being the most awarded Black woman in porn 48:00 are awards important? 50:00 what success means to her 53:57 the ideal award show setup 55:18 goals in the industry she wants to accomplish 58:45 ideal penis size 1:00:57 her celebrity bucket list 1:03:40 social shoutouts To support my show: https://ift.tt/CcSH1Qk Follow my Facebook page: https://ift.tt/KaxYnRX Follow me on Snapchat: https://ift.tt/zqPDAS8 Shop my merch store! https://ift.tt/Vu4zWxp Follow me on Instagram: https://ift.tt/2eswpJg Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/hollyrandall Follow me on TikTok: https://ift.tt/5R4cVek Visit my Official Podcast site: https://ift.tt/x1oHLFf To make a one time donation: https://ift.tt/fKNzRPm Fan mail: 26500 Agoura Road, Suite 102-838, Calabasas CA 91302 via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzCMqprlhXg

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I absolutely adore this, what made you choose those titles for the books? - @casimirt

To be honest the main inspiration was me looking at my bookshelf going "what's plausible for the bookshop" but there was some thought put into it lol. As follows (long post ahead):

Frankenstein - man plays god, creates living thing he hates, abandons that thing, thing grows to hate his god and seeks revenge. Both parallels to how god treats humanity in GO as well as Adam's relationship with Satan in S1 (especially with the monster in Frankenstein comparing himself to the original Adam)

M*A*S*H - comedy about a war zone; innocent bystanders trapped in the goriest parts of a war they don't believe in trying to make the best of it. Sound familiar? (let this be your sign to watch the show)

Crime and Punishment - man commits a crime, convincing himself it's justified if it makes things easier for good men, but then has to recon with the guilt and horror of what he has done

John le Carre - author of a series of spy novels. Felt appropriate with Az and Crowley's roles in the war and Crowley's love of spy stuff

The Brothers Karamazov - deals heavily in questions of god, morality, and free will

Hitchcock and Cinema - I misremembered the title of the book Hitchcock and Art: Fatal Coincidences, which is a book about the cinematography of Hitchcock movies and how they relate to or reference famous art pieces. Partly in reference to the cinematography of the show (which had some great shots) and the arrangement of my own drawing which... yeah...

Mr. Punch - picture book by Neil Gaiman, mostly there for the Gaiman brand but also it's a beautifully illustrated book dealing with damaged memory and learning the authority figures in your life aren't always good people

Bury the Lede - a graphic novel about a journalist interviewing a murderer; there for the title and how Az and Crowley tend to conceal things from each other, especially where Heaven is concerned

Canon - both the canon of the show and the original meaning of canon as it relates to religion; not a book, just needed something on the spine

Vile Bodies - book about the socialites in England post-WWI and how their relationship with the world changes at the outset of a new war; in the movie adaptation, Bright Young Things, Michael Sheen plays a character called Miles who, in the midst of enjoying a hedonistic lifestyle, is forced to flee the country or be arrested for his sexuality following the betrayal of his lover

Oxford English Dictionary - should've been an encyclopedia or a French-English dictionary but it was late and I was tired

Great Gatsby - more hedonism post-war; Gatsby is constantly trying to regain the affection of a woman who loved him in the past but she can't be with him

Our Kind of Traitor - another John le Carre novel about spies; the title here works for both of them as they've both betrayed their sides

Neverest - a thriller novel about an expedition a woman takes to find her missing husband's body after he disappeared climbing Mount Everest; obsession with finding an answer leading you knowingly into dangerous territories (God doesn't like it when you ask questions)

American Gods - this one feels pretty self-explanatory; Gaiman, Gods, Earth as a battlefield (this is a great book, read it if you haven't already)

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - newcomer to a psych ward stirs things up a la Jim at the bookshop; but what's also in the book but not in the movie is a HUGE theme of questioning reality, danger being translated into something otherworldly, persecution, and the strict dictator who sets all the rules and can strike you down if they so please (this one is great too, but be wary going into it if you ever read it, there's a lot to be conscious of)

The Voice of the Night - two best friends, one good and one bad, and the slow temptation of the good one to do a very bad deed; morality and obsession and the realization that good and bad are not as distinct or simple concepts as they seem (similar vibe to Strangers on a Train)

The Underpainter - I read this in high school and have very little memory of it tbh, but it dealt with obsession with the past, the horrors of war, the grief of loss, and struggling to connect with humanity while both desiring that connection and deriding it; it's also about love

House of Leaves - I'm reading this one now so I'm not done yet, but it's already said a great deal about God, humanity, and the nature of a labyrinth that I feel applies nicely to the ineffable plan

Obviously these aren't all super relevant to GO, but I hoped to keep it within the wheelhouse in one way or another. I wanted as much as possible to keep it to fiction novels and things that could feasibly be in Aziraphale's bookshop. Looking back I should have added Jane Austen and maybe some Shakespeare, but I'm happy with what wound up on the books

Just a little temptation

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

MARIA STRYDOM

MARIA STYDOM

d. 21 May 2016

MOUNT EVEREST

            Maria Stydom,34, was an Australian woman who was born in South Africa who worked as a lecturer in Melbourne.

            Stydom climbed Mount Everest with her husband, Rob Gropel on 20 May. Stydom appeared exhausted and stopped when they were above 8,000 metres and said she couldn’t continue. Gropel not knowing his wife condition was life-threatening, asked if he should continue to go on to the summit and she said, ‘yes go on’ and told him that she would wait for him when he returns.

            Stydom had altitude sickness, this is when the blood thickens, and with dehydration and effot, can trigger sickness which can be lethal with buildup of fluid on the lungs and brain. The first symptoms are mistaken for tiredness or a minor illness, and climbers don’t realise at the time there is anything seriously wrong with them.

            The couple were only 15 minutes away from the Summit, Gropel made it to the Summit and returned to Stydrom who was still conscious. The couple then procedeeded to leave, Strydom began hallucinating, had problems walking, which could have been due to a stroke (cerebral odema). They were helped by a group of guides, and Gropel helped her by giving her oygen until it ran out, at one point they thought she was getting better. She started drinking and taking medication and they made a camp. Overnight she got worse and passed away. Gropel attempted to save her life but was unsuccessful. A Dutch climber who was with the group of climbers also died.

            Stydom’s body couldn’t be brought down and had to be left behind, like many other Mt Everest victims. Her body however was later recovered and brought down by Sherpa climbers, a rescue helicopter recovered her so she could be laid to rest by her loved ones.

#mariastydom #mounteverest

[toughgirlchallenges]

Dr. Meera Velankar  - Scientist turned tandem cyclist. Exploring India since 2015. First woman to complete India’s Golden Quadrilateral, which connects Mumbai, Delhi, Chennai and Kolkata, on a tandem bike (6,000km in 41 days).

Dr. Meera Velankar, a mother of two with a doctorate in life sciences, embarked on a transformative journey over a decade ago. Feeling unfit and discontent, she turned to cycling, becoming a seasoned endurance athlete since. 

Her achievements include completing numerous running and cycling events, earning the title of an Ironman 70.3 finisher, and conquering the Super Randonneur norm three times, with a podium finish at the Tour of Nilgiris.

In 2022, Meera made history by setting a Guinness World Record for a self-supported cycling journey from Agra to Umlingla, covering a distance of 1,835 km in 19 days, 7 hours, and 18 minutes. This remarkable feat, accomplished with Utkarsh Verma, traversed five passes with an elevation of 19,000 meters, equivalent to climbing Mount Everest twice.

During this podcast, Meera shares insights into her journey, emphasising the importance of setting goals and pushing boundaries. Drawing inspiration from fellow cyclists, she advocates for spending more time outdoors and pursuing dreams. 

Learn more about Meera's adventures and her passion for motivating other mothers by listening to her story on the Tough Girl Podcast.

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Show notes

Who is Meera

Getting her doctorate in life sciences at 26

Having 2 daughters

Realising that she was obese 

Starting to walk and to get into running

Setting her first cycling challenge

Cycling 800km in 8 days with a lot of off roading and climbing in 2011

Receiving support from the male participants

Wanting to take her cycling further

The importance of working towards goals

Taking part in stage events 

2012 getting involved in Super Randonneur

Getting use to cycling on her own

Taking on new challenges every year

Wanting to move away from organised events and create her own challenges

Deciding on challenges/events and the planning and preparation involved.

Using her research skills from her PhD to plan her routes 

Being inspired by Cat Dixon and Raz Marsden. The women’s tandem around the GWR holders. (You can listen to Cat and Raz on the TGP)

Meeting Laura from SteLa Tandem - Around the word - mixed pair GWR holder.

You can listen to Laura Massey-Pugh on the TGP - Her Inspiring Journey Around the World - 180 days on the back of a tandem. 

Book: The Next Everest by Jim Davidson 

Taking on 3 different routes/challenges with different partners, self supported. 

Riding Kanyakumari to Kashmir Route (K2K) 3,800km in 18 days, self supported.

Riding The Golden Qualdilateral (network of national highways connecting Delhi, Chennai, Kolkata, Mumbai in four directions) 6,000+ km in 41 days

Riding East to West - known as the "the other k2k" in cycling circuits. 

Having a supportive husband 

Social issues of riding a tandem bike with a male partner who is not her husband. 

The challenges of tandem cycling 

Riding Umling La Pass on a tandem bicycle, which is the highest motorable pass (19,024ft) in the world.

The many names of the tandem bike

Having support from the Indian Army and Indo-Tibetan Border Police (ITBP)

Communication and needing to rely on local people and their local knowledge

Fitting in cycling around her life and family 

Focusing on high altitude cycling and the lessons she’s learned 

How to connect with Meera 

Final words of advice to encourage you to spend more time in the outdoors and to follow your dreams

Take the first steps to pursue your dreams 

  Social Media

Website: www.pedalmummy.com/meera/index.html 

Instagram: @meeravelankar

  Check out this episode!

[miteshrao20]

Everest Monastery Trek: More than just Mount Everest

The Everest region isn't famous only for being the tallest mountain in the world but also for its spiritual connection to the modern world. Yes, we are talking about the monasteries present around the Everest region. 

For a very long time, The Trek Nepal has been arranging shifts for the Everest Base camp trek which is the key. However, in the process, we also provide an insight into the monasteries around the place. 

The spiritual connection of the Sherpa people and also the value of Buddhism in the Everest region is massive. There are a dozen monasteries around the place which creates quite a spiritual and significant vibe. 

A lot of the Sherpa clan lives in and around these monasteries which makes it quite special. Meanwhile, it provides a brilliant cultural stop for all the tourists who travel along with The Trek Nepal. 

The list of the Everest monasteries includes:

Rongbuk monastery

Thaktul monastery

Thame monastery

Pema Namding monastery

Drepung monastery

Namche monastery or Tengboche monastery

Mende monastery

Thamo monastery

Khumjung monastery

Pangboche monastery

Phakding monastery

Kyarok monastery

All of these monasteries lie precisely in the Everest region. With Sherpa, Tamang being the majority of the population living in the place, you will get to witness brilliant cultural change. 

For the tourists who book a package from The Trek Nepal, we try and indulge them in the homestay of these locals. You will get to experience their cultural lifestyle and also embrace their way of living.

Festivals in the Everest monastery region

Being in the mountainous region of Nepal majority of Sherpa and Limbu reside in the place. Therefore the festivals present in the place are also the same.

The festivals being celebrated in the mountainous region of Nepal are:

Lhosar

Dumje

Mani Rimdu

Sakela

Peaks present around Everest Monastery Trek 

You might think that Mount Everest is the only peak in the monastery trek. Well, that is not true. You get an opportunity to embrace a lot of mountains along the way.

Even though Mount Everest is the show stopper there are plenty of other mountains which cover the Everest monastery trek. 

Their names include:

Mt Lhotse (8516m)

One of the tallest mountains in the world, Mount Lhotse is also present in the Everest region. It is present in the south of Mount Everest the fourth highest mountain in the world. 

Cho Oyu  (8201m)

Cho Oyu is the sixth-highest mountain in the world. It sits right on the border of both Nepal and Tibet. 

Ama Dablam (6856m)

Ama Dablam is termed to be the mother's jewelry box. Similar to its name, it is one of the most beautiful mountains which looks like the outstretched arms of a woman. 

Nuptse (7855m)

Lying in the southwest part of Mount Everest, Nuptse is situated at the location of Khumbu Himal. This particular mountain is located close to Tengboche monastery in the Everest region. 

Pumori Peak (7145m)

The closest to Mount Everest is the Pumori Peak. Pumori Peak was first climbed in 1962 by a German climber. 

Mera and Island Peak (6475m and 6160m)

Mera Peak which stands at 6475m is the highest peak anyone can climb without prior experience. Mera Peak lies between the beautiful valleys of Hinku and Hongu.

Likewise, Island Peak stands at a height of 6160m. With you view Island peak from Dingboche it looks like an island of sea. Therefore the name came through. 

Lobuche (6119m)

The last of the peaks around the Everest monastery trek is Lobuche. The peak rises around the town of Lobuche which is a few km away from Mount Everest. It was first ascended in 1984. 

[xtruss]

Jasmin Paris First Woman To Complete Gruelling Barkley Marathons Race

— Saturday March 23, 2024 | By Angie Brown

Jasmin Paris Slumped To The Ground At The Finish Line After Running for 59Hrs 58Mins and 21 Seconds

A British runner has made history by becoming the first woman to finish one of the world's hardest ultramarathons.

Jasmin Paris from Midlothian completed the Barkley Marathons in Tennessee with just one minute 39 seconds to spare of the 60-hour cut off.

She told the BBC she was "overjoyed" and had a "strong feeling" during training that she could complete it.

She was so exhausted she slumped to the ground after finishing the race which is inspired by a famous prison escape.

The course, at Frozen Head State Park, changes every year but covers 100 miles involving 60,000ft of climb and descent - about twice the height of the Mount Everest.

Only 20 people have ever made it to the end of the race within the allotted 60 hours since it was extended to 100 miles in 1989.

The 40-year-old vet had to navigate through extreme and often pathless terrain, continuing to run through the night.

Pictures at the race finish line on Friday show her legs scratched from pushing through sharp bushes and scrub in dense forest on steep slopes.

Having lost her voice from heavy breathing during the race, Jasmin was unable to speak but told BBC Breakfast by text message she was "overjoyed" to have completed it.

She said: "It still hasn't really sunk in that I've finally done it.

"This year I had a strong feeling in the months of training and run up to the race that I could do it.

"Those final moments have redefined for me what I am capable of."

Jasmin Paris out on the race trail

David Miller, a professional photographer at the race, told BBC Scotland he had witnessed the "greatest ultramarathon achievement of all time".

"There was a lot of anticipation at the finish line and three minutes before the 60 hour cut off we heard shouting and a roar and it was people cheering Jasmin on.

"She was sprinting and giving it her all as there was no room for error because otherwise she would not have made the cut off.

"She touched the gate and collapsed in exhaustion. It was the best thing I have ever seen, it was unbelievable.

"Obviously I was very focused on trying to capture Jasmin and a moment in history but at the same time I could feel a tear behind the lens because it was such an emotional moment."

David Miller, a Professional Photographer at the race, told BBC Scotland he witnessed the "Greatest Ultramarathon Achievement of All Time".

The race is not only known for being physically gruelling but also for its odd traditions.

The course changes every year but is roughly five loops of 20 miles with only 35 participants allowed each year.

The Barkley course was created by Gary "Lazarus Lake" Cantrell and Karl Henn.

The idea for the race came when they read about the 1977 escape of James Earl Ray, the assassin of Martin Luther King Jr, from nearby Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary.

When they discovered he had only managed to travel eight miles (13km) in 60 hours before he was caught the keen ultrarunners mocked the distance.

Mr Cantrell believed he could cover at least 100 miles in the time it took Ray to be found so he set about creating the race.

The Barkley is almost as tough to enter as it is to complete.

Those who are able to acquire a little-known email address have to file an essay - "Why I should be allowed to run in the Barkley" - on the right minute of the right day to stand any chance of bagging a spot.

Jasmin Paris at a checkpoint during the race

The race, in Tennessee, traditionally begins on the weekend nearest April Fools' Day with an entry fee of just $1.60 (£1.27), plus a licence plate for Barkley "virgins".

There is no official start time, with those who make it to Frozen Head State Park campground on the correct date notified one hour beforehand by the sound of a conch shell horn.

The race officially begins when the race director lights a cigarette.

On every lap, runners have to collect a page corresponding to their race number from the 14 books hidden around the unmarked course - which includes a tunnel at the now defunct prison.

They have no GPS, only a brief time to memorise the map and with limited notes on where to find them.

They take them to race creator and director Mr Cantrell, otherwise known as "Laz", at the end of each lap.

He waits at the yellow gate made iconic by the 2014 documentary Barkley Marathons: The Race That Eats Its Young.

The first and third loops are run clockwise, while the second and fourth loops are run anticlockwise. The first finisher of the fourth loop gets to decide which direction they go on the last loop.

The Barkley Marathons race starts when Laz Lake Cantrell is seen lighting a cigarette

Jasmin, who was born in Hadfield in Derbyshire, had previously completed what is called a "Fun Run" on her debut in 2022 by getting through three of the loops.

Despite its title, the race is still 60-miles long. In 2006 nobody managed to finish it in under 40 hours.

Last year Jasmin became the first female since 2001 to embark on a fourth loop.

Jasmin Paris stopping for a drink during the race

Previously the best women's achievement was Sue Johnston's 66 miles (106 km) in 2001 when more than 30 competitors failed to reach the first book (two miles).

In January 2019 mother-of-two Jasmin expressed milk for her baby during a 268-mile race along the Pennine Way to break the course record by more than 12 hours.

She completed the Montane Spine Race - from Derbyshire to the Scottish borders - in 83 hours, 12 minutes and 23 seconds.

Her previous sponsor, Inov8, said her achievement was "one of the greatest stories" in the sport. She has since co-founded The Green Runners.

Jasmin Paris: I Ran 'Toughest Race' To Inspire Women Worldwide! Jasmin arrived back in Edinburgh on Monday and was greeted by her father Jeff (left) and husband Konrad (right)

The First Female Runner To Complete One of The World's Toughest Races Has Said She Did It For "Women Worldwide".

Jasmin Paris is one of only 20 people to have finished the Barkley Marathons in Tennessee, USA, since it was extended to 100 miles in 1989. She crossed the finish line on Friday with 99 seconds to spare before the 60-hour cut-off. Jasmin, from Midlothian, Scotland, said she wanted to test the limits of what she was capable of and inspire others.

The annual race at Frozen Head State Park involves five loops of roughly 20 miles (32km), with 60,000 ft (18,000m) of ascents and descents - twice the height of Mount Everest from sea level.

The 40-year-old told BBC News how she realised she had just minutes to spare to make the allotted 60-hour completion time as she neared the finish line.

"I only had like a few minutes to get up that hill. So I ended up sprinting at the end of the end of 60 hours of burning through the forest, which felt really hard," she said.

Her arms and legs are covered in scratches from the brambles she had to push through on the route, very little of which is on a path.

"Brambles would get you and it was like having somebody cut you and that would happen loop after loop and it was like doing it back over the same scars," she said.

Jasmin's arms are covered in scratches from running through brambles

Jasmin slumped to the ground as she crossed the finish line, and said she felt "overwhelming relief" that it was finally over. But she said completing such a challenge was "mind-opening" and inspires you with confidence for your whole life.

"I did it for me and I'm super happy that I achieved what I set out to do after the three years of trying", Jasmin explained. "But I'm glad that I kind of did it for women worldwide as well - not just runners - but any woman that wants to take on a challenge and maybe doesn't have the confidence.

"The idea that I might have inspired them to believe in themselves… that's huge, especially all the young girls - you know how hard it is to keep young girls in sports." The Barkley course was the brainchild of Gary "Lazarus Lake" Cantrell and Karl Henn, after they heard about a famous escape nearby Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary

James Earl Ray, the assassin of Martin Luther King Jr, eluded capture for more than 50 hours, but only travelled about 12 miles (19 km). Mr Cantrell is said to have commented he could have run 100 miles in the time.

Jasmin, who was born in Hadfield in Derbyshire, said the isolation of the race was one of the biggest challenges.

"You're totally on your own out there and most races will have checkpoints where they have, you know, some volunteers or checkpoint staff to feed you and give you a bit of a cheer and send you on your way. But this is not like that at all."

With her history-making race completed, Jasmin already has her sights set on her next challenge, the Scottish Islands Peaks Race on 17 May, followed by the Tor des Géants in Italy in September.

Now enjoying some much-deserved rest, she said: "I'm really looking forward to getting back to see the kids tomorrow and pick them up from school and nursery and give them a really big hug."

[w-hussain]

ASSESSMENT 2: LOCAL ANGLE ON THE VOICE

Hard News Story:

Deputy Mayor of Hume City Council Karen Sherry, "I don't think the Indigenous Voice to Parliament will win," she said on Friday, Nineteenth of May.

In a recent interview at the Hume Council Office in Broadmeadows, the local Deputy Mayor Sherry doubted that Australians would be successful in achieving a double majority for the referendum.

"I am Pro-Voice to Parliament," she said, believing in the importance of the referendum, but she was "ashamed" that so many Australians were campaigning against The Indigenous and Torres Strait Islander Voice to Parliament.

Hume City Councillor Naim Kurt approached the topic of the Referendum with a more positive outlook, "Its success would be a maturing of our National Identity and consciousness," he said on the Seventeenth of May.

However Councillor Kurt had similar thoughts on the result of The Voice to Parliament Referendum, concluding that a double majority would be difficult to outcome since "achieving a double majority is like climbing Mount Everest with no air tank", he said.

Partner Colour Story:

Courtney Scott, a young indigenous woman raised in rural Victoria didn't have much knowledge of The upcoming Indigenous and Torres Srait Islander Voice to Parliament, and neither did her family.

"Many people in my community are unaware this is even happening," she said.

So naturally, Courtney began doing her own research, taking in both sides of the story as she went, and discussing it within her family.

There are 984,000 Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, representing 3.8% of the total Australian population. But different tribes have different opinions and some have hope for the Referendum, while others are against the alteration to the Constitution.

"The Voice is symbolic, having it enshrined will make us feel heard," she said.  Though she doesn't think it will fix problems of Indigenous and Torres Strait Islander communities directly, it gives them a sense of empowerment.

Courtney's seen both sides of the argument, and she's sad to see more Australians side against the referendum then for it.

"It would send us back in time", she said, if the Referendum were to be voted no.

"Many Indigenous Australians already have a lot of distrust for the Government, especially Elders", the vote No, would disempower their people even more. "We've been through so much, I think it's time for some progress", she said.

She has tried to understand the perspective of Indigenous and Torres Strait Islanders on the opposing side, yet she can't find herself agreeing.

"Jacinta Price doesn't understand the inequality in communities" she said, "It's admirable that she doesn't think we need special treatment but we start miles behind other Australians."

When asked about how this would affect her family, ""If this would've occurred earlier, my family would've been less inclined to move away from our tribe to places like Beechworth where there is less of a cultural crime bias." she said.

 Courtney is of the Yolngu/Yolŋu tribe which means her family are originally people inhabiting north-eastern Arnhem Land in the Northern Territory of Australia. The move to Beechworth was for the betterment of their family but she wishes she could've stayed close to the tribe.

She dwells on the outcome of this referendum, whether it will result in unity or further divide for the nation.

"I have seen how on one side of my family talks alone have brought most of us closer together but on the other side it has caused rifts between siblings to the point of not talking. I can only imagine what it would be like with a whole country. "

Courtney, however, is hopeful.

" I have hope for The Voice, I just hope it doesn't ignore the vulnerable and people who really need this."

[tgh2023]

Meet Baljeet Kaur, the First Indian Woman to summit Mount Manaslu without oxygen. She is also the youngest woman to do so. Belonging to Dev Bhoomi of Himachal Pradesh, Baljeet is breaking records with her courageous nature and firm determination.

In September 2022, Baljeet completed her expedition to Mount Manaslu which is at the height of 8163 M without the support of any oxygen. She is the first Indian to climb 7 mountains of 8000 M height and also the fastest person in India to climb 6 of them in 5 months and 2 days. Baljeet Kaur is also a world record holder for running 9490 km with 20 runners in 960 hours.

The story of Baljeet is full of ups and downs but it is her perseverance and determination because of which she is able to achieve her dreams. Here is Baljeet’s journey from a simple village girl to a record holder Mountaineer in her own words.

Tell us something about yourself and about your journey as a mountaineer.

Belonging to the Solan district of Himachal Pradesh, I was always fascinated by snowfall but unfortunately, I never experienced it. So I have had this fascination with snow since I was a kid.

My entire childhood was spent in the village, I was not good at academics. But a few things were very clear to me from the beginning and that was to work and improve my educational efficiency and transform myself into a more powerful personality.

I never thought of mountaineering as a career option. In 2014, when I was waiting for my examination results, I came across a newspaper article about a girl from Rajasthan who had climbed Mount Everest. That article inspired me a lot. And that was the beginning of my dream of becoming a Mountaineer.

Have you ever experienced failure while climbing mountains?

[godzilla-reads]

Nature Books Rec List

“As Long as Grass Grows: The Indigenous Fight for Environmental Justice from Colonization to Standing Rock” by Dina Gilio-Whitaker

Through the unique lens of “Indigenized environmental justice,” Indigenous researcher and activist Dina Gilio-Whitaker explores the fraught history of treaty violations, struggles for food and water security, and protection of sacred sites, while highlighting the important leadership of Indigenous women in this centuries-long struggle. 

“Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry” edited by Camille T. Dungy

Black Nature is the first anthology to focus on nature writing by African American poets, a genre that until now has not commonly been counted as inclusive to African American poets.

“Green Deen: What Islam Teaches About Protecting the Planet” by Ibrahim Abdul-Matin

In this groundbreaking book, Ibrahim Abdul - Matin draws on research, scripture, and interviews with Muslim Americans to trace Islam's preoccupation with humankind's collective role as stewards of the Earth. 

“Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses” by Robin Wall Kimmerer

Living at the limits of our ordinary perception, mosses are a common but largely unnoticed element of the natural world. Gathering Moss is a beautifully written mix of science and personal reflection that invites readers to explore and learn from the elegantly simple lives of mosses.

“Two Trees Make a Forest: A Story of Memory, Migration, and Taiwan” by Jessica L. Lee

Interlacing a personal narrative with Taiwan's history and terrain, Two Trees Make a Forest is an intimate examination of the human relationship with geography and nature, and offers an exploration of one woman's search for history and belonging amidst an ever-shifting landscape.

“Honouring High Places: The Mountain Life of Junko Tabei” by Junko Tabei (translated by Helen Rolfe)

A collection of stories and reflections based on the memoirs of Junko Tabei (1939-2016), the first woman to climb Mount Everest and the Seven Summits.

“Islands of Decolonial Love” by Leanna Betasamosake Simpson

In her debut collection of short stories, Islands of Decolonial Love, renowned writer and activist Leanne Simpson vividly explores the lives of contemporary Indigenous Peoples and communities, especially those of her own Nishnaabeg nation.

“Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World” by Linda Hogan

Award-winning Chickasaw poet and novelist Linda Hogan explores her lifelong love of the living world and all its inhabitants.

“From Soup to Superstar: The Story of Sea Turtle Conservation Along the Indian Coast” by Kartik Shanker

In his new book, From Soup to Superstar, Shanker lifts the veil of mystery shrouding the lives of sea turtles, and describes the course of sea turtle conservation along the Indian coast. He begins by picking apart a turtle's life, which, he notes, starts underneath the sand on a tropical beach.