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"In the past, it was only bikers, it was their business. And a girl in that business? It was not common." 
Sara Rosenbaum, On Evolving Shop Culture 
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Six Little Children - (r/shortscarystories)

Father clapped his hands loudly to silence the noisy house.
“Now then,” he said, “are all you children ready for bed? Before you scamper off to dream of stockings and sugar-plums, Grandmother will tell you a story.”
The old woman hummed to herself while they gathered on the floor around her rocking chair. Once they grew quiet again, she spoke over the soft crackling of the fireplace. “When I was a girl, there was a tradition of telling scary ghost stories on Christmas Eve. But not this year. This year, I’m going to tell you the truth. Would you like that?”
Sleepy heads nodded. Grandmother cleared her throat and began to recite a poem.

“Six little children, all in a row.
Which one will be dragged out into the snow?
Santa brings gifts but he takes a gift too,
Each year a young tribute, as is his due.
He works them to death making next year’s toys,
Those we call elves, who were once girls and boys.
But Santa weaves magic and once morning dawns,
Good children forget the bad one who’s gone.
So which of you six was the naughtiest tot?
Can’t hide from Santa, you’re sure to be—“

“But Grandma!” the smallest girl interrupted, then covered her mouth.
“Yes, dear?”
In a tiny voice, almost a whisper, the girl continued.
“There are only five of us.”
Grandmother leaned forward, raised her spectacles, and slowly counted the children around her chair. When her finger reached an empty spot, she stopped.
“My goodness, so there are. I’m getting forgetful, too.”
Then she leaned back and began again.
“Five little children, all in a row…”

——-

Written by IPostAtMidnight

Renan Ozturk on Hkakabo Razi in Myanmar

The days spent ascending Hkakabo Razi have been some of the most challenging of my life. The mountain was incredibly beautiful, complex, and wholly underestimated. We pushed as hard as humanly possibly, but ultimately turned back shy of the summit without the safety margins and resources to take the necessary few days we would have needed. Winds howled, I broke my wrist (and don’t even remember how), and we had an adventure unlike any other.

Seriously, muses breaking up is such a normal occurrence in RP.

But some insensitive bastards just felt the need to harass the muses and indirectly, the muns.

LIKE THEY THINK THEY HAVE A FUCKING RIGHT TO CONTROL SOMEONE’S MUSE, THEY DIDN’T THINK THAT IT’S NOT EVEN THEIRS, THEY DIDN’T EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND THERE ARE REAL PEOPLE BEHIND THE CHARACTERS AND THEY JUST STRAIGHT UP TURNING SOMETHING THEY LOVE INTO A FUCKING NIGHTMARE.

NOPE. THEY DIDN’T EVEN THINK AT ALL.

I know your ship just sank but this is a fucking online world, not reality. Get away from your computers to cool your heads down and separate real - life from the internet.

JUST FUCKING MOVE ON.