300 meters

170811 - Meeting Monsta X at Starbucks in Berlin

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I met Monsta X on the streets of Berlin yesterday. Or at least two of them, my bias and bias wrecker, Jooheon and Kihyun. Nice.

Basically. My friend (from the Czech Republic) and I (from Sweden) had wandered around all day, visiting the kpop store and all that. Then we were standing by a pedestrian crossing, waiting for the green light. And suddenly this guy walked up to my side and I had to take a double take bc, ‘Is that Kihyun???????’. My heart dropped and I turned to my friend and was like “IT’S KIHYUN IT’S KIHYUN OMFG IT’S KIHYUN.” BC HOLY SHIT HALF A METER FROM ME STOOD THE ACTUAL YOO KIHYUN!!!! Sorry I’m still freaking out holy shit. He looked like a f**king god, looking all artsy in his round golden glasses and big camera. Plus: no make-up!Kihyun is 👌 👌 💕 👅 👅 😭 💖

Kihyun then waved to someone on the other side. We thought it was his manager bc what would he be doing all by himself in Berlin when his concert is just in a few hours?? Suddenly the light turned green and he went ahead of us, and since we thought that it was his manager on the other side of the road (we couldn’t see the person he was waving to yet) we didn’t want to ask for his autograph since they usually aren’t allowed to do that.

But then we saw who he was waving to. J O O H E O N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was also standing by himself, wearing slippers, shorts and a wind jacket. He looked so fluffy and smol and okay imma stop talking. So now we had to make a decision in 0.1 second, are we going to follow them and ask for their autographs or just go back home? 

We decided to follow them, walking about 100 meters behind them. After only a minute or two they went into a Starbucks and we stopped outside. After about two minutes of freaking out we decided that our last chance was to also go in, just look at them and then leave without bothering them. So now my friend was literally standing right next to Jooheon (who ordered an iced americano for Kihyun and a coffee with milk for himself bc that’s important information). When he’d ordered he stood beside Kihyun who were waiting for their orders. Then one of the cashiers recognized them and asked for a photo, and they actually agreed to take the picture so yeah. My hands were shaking so bad when I payed for my drink but I’m proud of my friend and I bc we actually managed to act like any other customers in the café (where are our Oscars?).

While we were waiting for my friend’s drink, the boys left the café and we were kind of sad bc yep they’re leaving and we’re not going to follow them. But then they sat down at a table outside! At this point a total of five girls + a really kind dad had noticed them. So we looked outside and saw that they actually signed autographes to the girls! So they basically only sat down to make those fans happy and sign their stuff (stan monsta x) And now we freaked out again bc neither one of us had a pen nor a piece of paper. But when we walked outside a girl let us borrow her pen and paper so that was really nice of her (I owe her my life).

While my friend was doing something else, I walked up to their table, Kihyun to my left and Jooheon in front of me. I just said that I was “so so sorry for disturbing them but can I please get an autograph?” Kihyun made his “pftttth” laugh with his eyes looking like half moon crescents (y'all know which one I mean), but he took my paper and signed it. Since Kihyun was to my left I couldn’t really look him in the face that well, so when I spoke I mostly looked at Jooheon. I was stuttering like an idiot in the beginning but I was shaking so much while trying to act cool and look calm lmao. I basically told them that I was “really excited for the concert tonight” to which Jooheon replied with an “oh really?~” AND HIS DIMPLES ARE SO FREAKING DEEP MAN I SWEAR TO GOD THAT BOY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME. . So yeah I basically managed to keep eye contact with JH for like 15 seconds and then I just said “thank you so much and sorry for disturbing” to which Kihyun replied with a “It’s alright” then I  left so that I wouldn’t disturb them more than I already had.

A short clip of me saying the last sentence and Kihyun replying with “it’s alright”. 


The video was recorded by smallestnose

So yeah, in totalt there were five people plus my friend and I who noticed them that time. Everyone was really respectful and left as soon as they got their autographs. My friend and I left (shaking like idek) and when we looked back when we had walked about 300 meters, we noticed that the boys had left.

So yep that was the first time I met an idol and talked to one. Also, you should know that I’ve always thought that I would be one meter taller than every mx member (I’m 175 cm [5'8 ish inches?]) but both Kihyun and Jooheon were taller than me. They looked 300x more beautiful in person and both of them were tanned and just yeah. Kihyun looked like a photography student who just walked out of class while Jooheon looked like a fluffy 22 y/o who just woke up, hair in a mess. 

So now I own a paper with their autographes (jh signed w J-honey i mean yes i’m dead) and I’m just so so so so grateful that they took their time to make their fans happy. A plus is that the concert also was bomb af.

Basically: never be one of those fans who tries to search for the location they last were seen, just walk around, do your thing. And if it happens it happens, ya know? 

@xiao-dan @this-is-entertainment @chim-kookie

Galra Keith theory - I hear your heartbeat and I see how hot you are

Galra Keith senses are way different from Human Keith senses and he takes advantages of this ; in combat, he switches from both forms to get the best view of the situation :

Human Keith is good sighted, he sees pretty far and has good reflexes as we saw. Boxing uses sight more than earing so he’s human here.

But Galra Keith. To me, he’s mostly based on a bat and here is why it’s fun :
Bats are nocturnal animals. Galra don’t have pupils and seem to be more accomodated to purple ranging lights.

So what if Keith can’t see shit in galra form, but hears anything ? Like, litteraly. His big ears rotate and can receive any sounds around 300 meters or so, because his vision is very different and he needs to compensate and balance.
He also has paws that makes him silent as a cat and a pretty good sense of air tension and vibes emitted by other beings.
He mostly goes galra in infiltration missions, because it’s better for spying.
His balance is way better too, as he’s more dense than in Human form

Made for differents wavelenghts of lights, his eyes are suited for dark areas and he can’t see anything with the castles bright lights.
His visual cones can receive higher ranging wavelenghts. Like infrared.
Basically what i mean is :

Keith can hear you breath and sees your temperature. Also he feels how you feels.

So i get klancy here.

Imagine Keith shapeshifting but partially. Only some furry ears and glowy eyes, the rest is human. He’s training because he needs to get used to half-shifting and double sword wielding.
He’s also a lot more easily sweaty and exhausted because it’s tiring™ and he overheats in furry mode.

As he’s taking the training bots down one by one, Lance walks in because he needs to fix his aiming with double guns and ice lasers.

They make a contest out of anything and as Lance doesnt move that much to stay precise and concentrated, his temperature stays low and he pauses his breath a lot. Keith sees him in blue and practically doesnt hears him. He feels nothing but a deep concentration, very calming and slow.
Basically Lance is almost invisible, it’s very bugging Keith because he can’t take the risk to wield both swords all around.

Lance takes down a bot coming from behind Keith for the last round, and Keith lets a “we are a good team”/“ swift work, cowboy” of any sort split out, still in galra form. They end training session and Keith wipes sweat off his forehead with his shirt before throwing a space Capri sun at Lance.

He doesnt find the blue paladin in his vision tho, no blue form are to be seen, but he clearly ears a muffled squeal and a really loud, fast paced heartbeat.
The calm vibes are replaced by a mess of emergency signals too, as some hurt animals.
At first he fears he hit Lance without noticing by throwing his Blade.
Then he catches him back.
Lance’s form is in bright red in the corner, barely catching his pouch of juice. He doesn’t look hurt at all. But…

- You look pretty hot, Lance.
- You… You too !
- I mean you’re at least 40 degrees from what i see.

Aaand as drums of heartbeats are playing solos like in a metal concert in his brain, Keith shapeshift back to human.

- Did I miss it ?
- What ?
- My transformation…
- No, you look fine as heck. I mEAN YOu LoOK huMAn that’s it.
- But you’re still all reddish ?
- Frog off Kogane.

So that’s how Keith learned how to mess with Lance and decode human temperature changes.

Also I raise you all the applications like :
- Hunk, I think it’s burnt
- Pidge, your computer is overheating
- Shiro, your arm… How does it not melt ?
- Allura have you thought about resting, but like, not in the cryomod of the pods ? (Turns out alteans are as cold as galras are hella warm)


- Lance ? Are you okay ?
- Yeah i’m, ATCHAA, i’m good.
- You just sneeze-scared me. Also you’re too hot.
- You said it baby ! *sneezes* Hey Kitty, looks like don’t need your pretty eyes *ATChOU* to see how i got your heart burnin’ right ?? *sneezes again and hits his heads on the couch*
- *screams internally*
(Allura : - Please stop them) //sickfic hohoho//



OMG! Traffic. So ganito, turn left tayo….ayan. Perfect! So ayan, magleft ka na here. Kasi nung dumaan ako dun last week mga monday din yun as in grabe I swear, walang traffic. Then I remember when my dad told me about… Ohmygosh! Nakakaloka! Nakalampas tayo. Turn right daliiii. Ginusto ko to eh why not? panindigan!“


“Go go go!!! Drive drive lang to the highest level. Turn right ka in 20 meters you know. Ay mali, pasensha na. Left pala dapat. Ok fine. Todo na ‘to! Whoooo!!!”


“To turn right in 200 meters is both an honor and a responsibility. You can show the world the universe rather that you are confidently traveling with a heart.”


“Driver, nagustuhan kaya ng taumbayan ang ginawa mong pagU-turn? O mas pinili nilang pa-diretsuhin ka na lang para maka-iwas sa traffic? Malalaman mo kung ilang metro ka magraright-turn… sa aking pagbabalik.”


“Putangina. Sabi ng kaliwa! Buang ka.”


“In 300 meters, turn right to Osmena Hi-way. Kaunting kaalaman lamang. Alam nyo ba na ang Osmena Hi-way ay intersection ng Qurino Avenue sa Paco Manila hanggang Alabang, Muntinlupa. 3 bayan ang dinadaanan nito; Manila, Makati at Pasay.


Hello mga ka-DDS, sa loob ng tatlumpung metro, kumanan ka dahil yun ang tamang daan. Wag tayong dumaan sa Tuwid na Daan dahil mga Dilawan yan. Bilisan mo lang Ka-DDS, kapag naaksidente ka walang may ibang kasalanan diyan kundi si VP Leni.


“Putangina. Sabi ng kaliwa in 200 meters. Ano? Nawala wi-fi ng kapitbahay? Ang pasensya ko di basta-basta nauubos pero ang 4G ko konting-konti na lang! Bilis!”


“Lumampas ka na punyeta! Sabi ng magdahan-dahan. Meron tayong mas malaking kaaway kaysa sa mga traffic enforcer. Ang ating mga sarili.”

"Kumanan o Mag-Uturn? Pumili ka!”


“In 200 meters, turn right. Ohmygosh. I don’t want na. I’m shy na.”


“Dear Driver, Pagsapit ng sampung metro, kumanan. Pagkarating sa iyong napiling destinasyon, hulaan ang title ng episode ngayon. Nagmamahal, Ate Charo”


“Sa buwan ng Hulyo, mas mainam na kumanan pagkalipas ng 200 metro. Malas ang mag-Uturn. Magiging malapit ka sa aksidente dahil kulay lavander ang panty mo. Tandaan, hindi hawak ng mga bituin ang kapalaran natin. Mayroon tayong traffic light, gamitin natin ito.”


“Kaibigan, usap tayo. Now naaaa!!  Let’s do the fast talk. Kanan o kaliwa? In 300 meters, Red Light or Green Light? Lights on or Lights off?”


“Well, In 100 meters, turn right. B’coz there was the wa- they’re, they was the one who’s… very… Hahahaha… Oh I’m so sorry, Ahhmm… left pala. Oh my god… I told you I’m so confident. hahahahah. Sorry guys because this was really my first trip ever b’coz I’m only 17 years old and ahahaha I, I did not expect that we came from U-turn. Hmmm, so… but I said dot our family is the most important persons in our life so left talaga. Thank you.”

On July 29, 2017, Anahí Benítez (16) let her mother know she was going for a walk to a park in Lomas de Zamora, in Argentina. It was past 5 pm, and it wasn’t unusual for the quiet, artistic teenager to want to be surrounded by nature. But she never made it back home.

After a week of anguished search, Anahi’s body was found on August 4, half buried in a ditch inside a nature reserve park in the town. It was around the last place her cell phone had been active. She was naked and had deep cuts in her face and head, although the death was determined to be due asphyxia. Two details that have come from the autopsy stand out: first, there was no evident signs of sexual assault and second, it was determined that she’d been dead for 24 to 48 hours before being found, yet she was missing for six days.

So far two men have been arrested in connection to the murder, although it’s unclear if there’s any connection between them. One is Leonardo Agostino (40), a math teacher from Anahí’s school with whom the prosecution have said the young woman was “obsessed” with. The other is Marcos Bazán (34), who owns a hut only 300 meters away from where Anahí’s body was found. Dogs traced the victim’s scent to this hut, that had been allegedly described in Anahí’s personal diary as a place she had visited before, and there they found damning evidence, such as leftovers of the same food found in the girl’s stomach, blood, hair and female clothes. It’s believed that this is where Anahí was on the days she was missing, before she was killed.

Prosecutor Veronica Perez, who is in charge of the investigation, has said that she’s certain either man, or both, are responsible for Anahí’s murder.

Some updates about this case (Aug 30, 2017):

- Despite what it looked like initially, it’s been confirmed now by the prosecution that Anahí was raped before being killed. They found traces of semen inside her and considering she was allegedly kidnapped for days, it can’t be considered as a result of any consensual intercourse. They are still waiting for the DNA results.

- It was also revealed that Anahí was given a powerful sedative while captive, likely to facilitate the rape (this makes sense since she didn’t show evident signs of the abuse, as there would be if she had been in a position to defend herself).

- The teacher has already been released from custody, but Marcos Bazán, who owns the hut where dogs traced Anahí’s scent, remains the main suspect and under arrest. He’s been interrogated several times and has mantained his innocence, claiming that he didn’t even know Anahí. His friends and girlfriend defend him, saying that the clothes found in the hut belong to the girlfriend and that the gate to the hut is always unlocked so anyone could get in. The girlfriend also stated that she was at the hut at some point while Anahí was missing and didn’t see anything suspicious. But there are other clues that complicate him. One is that police were able to confirm that the day when it’s believed Anahí was killed he was absent from work. The other is that they found some scissors in the hut that belonged to a classmate of Anahí. The classmate said he’d forgotten them at her house back in February and provided proof of this, but Bazán says he found them in a different school.

- Anahí’s cell phone was found in the hands of a 15 year old. He said that his father, Marcelo Villalba (40), had given it to him. Although at first he refused to testify, Villalba eventually said he’d found the phone lying in the street, changed the SIM card and gave it to his son. He’s currently arrested for covering up a crime.

- Prosecution also has said that they believe Bazán didn’t act alone and there might be another person involved in the kidnapping, but they haven’t given more details about it yet.

Advice from an (Amateur) Archer on Writing About Archers and Archery

Admittedly, I don’t have the widest range of experience when it’s come to archery. I’ve only been shooting for a year now, and the time that I do take to shoot have long months between them. Still, I think it’s important to outline the basics for anyone who wants to write an archer in their book and wants to save themselves the embarrassment of having the archer do something that an archer would never do in a million years.

- Archers usually unstring their bow after battle. Unstringing a bow is exactly what it sounds like: removing the string from the bow’s limbs. Usually, archers then wrap the string around the now-straightened bow so they don’t lose it as easily. Archers unstring bows because everytime the limbs are bent by the string, there is a large amount of tension in the limbs. If the string is on too long and the bow has not been shot for a while, the limbs will start to wear down and lose their power, resulting in an archer needing to buy new limbs or an entirely new bow.

- Archers always retrieve their arrows after battle. Arrows are expensive and take a long time to make, so archers want to conserve as many arrows as possible. Sometimes they have a repair kit with them at the ready, in case they find an arrow with a loose arrowhead or broken fletching that can easily be repaired. 

- Training arrows are not the same as battle arrows. Training arrows have thinner shafts and usually blunted tips so they can easily be removed from targets. Thinner shafts break more easily, and the blunted tips – whilst they can pierce skin – usually won’t get very far in the flesh. They’re also easier to make. Battle arrows are thicker, and their heads are pointed at the tip and have two pointed ends at its sides. This arrowhead is designed to easily pierce through flesh, and is incredibly difficult to pull out because its two pointed ends snag onto flesh. If you want to pull it out, you’d have to tear the flesh away with it, which can lead to an even larger wound.

- Arrows are fatal, and one can incapacitate a soldier for the rest of his life. Arrows are not easily snapped off like you see in movies. The draw weight is too strong, and they can sometimes be as strong as bullets. They will pierce through bone and tendons, which do not easily heal. Furthermore, if you want to remove an arrow, you either have to go through surgery, parting the flesh away from the arrowhead so it doesn’t snag onto anything, or you have you push – not pull – it all the way through the body.

- Bows are not designed for hitting people with in close combat. The limbs are specifically made to flex. Imagine hitting someone with a flexing piece of wood. If you hit with the middle of the bow, it still does very little because there is no weight behind the bow, and so you might as well be hitting them with a pillow. It might be annoying to the opponent, but it won’t save you. Archers need a secondary blade in close combat. They cannot strike people with their bows and expect to win.

- Draw weight affects speed, range, and impact. Draw weight is measured in pounds, at least in America, and it is measured in how much weight must be pulled when you draw back the string. A high draw weight means stiffer, thicker limbs that can shoot further and hit harder. But, this is at the cost of speed. A low draw weight means thinner, more flexible limbs that can shoot smaller distances and have low impact, but can be shot faster. Before you acrobatic fanatics immediately seize the smaller bow for its speed, understand that a bow’s advantage is in its range. No one can hit an archer from 300 meters away with their spear or sword. The archer has complete dominance over the battlefield in this way, and their arrows can kill anyone who gets too close. Not hurt. Not annoy. Kill. And a higher draw weight means a better chance of piercing through specific armor, then flesh, then bone. A lower draw weight means less range and, even worse, a lower chance that the arrow would even pierce through armor if the arrow even hits its target. 

- Bows will always be outmatched in close combat against any other weapon. Bows take too long to draw and shoot, and at such close range, the opponent has an easier chance to dodge oncoming arrows. I already explained that the bows themselves cannot be used to take down a foe. 

- Bowmen on horseback are utterly terrifying. Archers usually can’t move from their spot because range is more important than mobility, and at such a long range, you usually don’t need to move from your spot anyways. Bowmen on horses, however, are closer to the battle, and worse, they are faster than almost anyone on the battlefield. Not only are they difficult to hit, you have no way of predicting where they will shoot next because they can circle around you in confusing ways. If you want an interesting archer character, I’d advise trying these guys out.

- Never underestimate armor and padding. Arrows will never be able to pierce through plate armor because its curved surface will always deflect oncoming arrows. Arrows can pierce through maille because maille is made out of metal rings that can be bent and can fall away. However, padding usually lies underneath, which is surprisingly durable and can stop an oncoming arrow, as well as absorb some of its impact. Because of this, make certain that the archer is focusing on gabs in the armor. To know this, you MUST study armor. Gabs usually lie where the joints are because soldiers need those gabs open so they can move. Typical gaps lie in the neck, the armpit, the inner-elbow, the knees, and the palm of the hand. Impact is also an archer’s friend. A war arrow shot by a hundred pound bow, hurtling at incredible speeds and gaining momentum the further it travels, can evoke serious damage. To be hit by one of these arrows will feel more like being hit by a horse than being hit by someone’s fist. 

anonymous asked:

Lance with rescued prisoners. Bonus points if they're Galra.


I wasn’t really sure what to do but I hope you like it!! 

Also a small hint of Langst cause I had too 

Lance checked his map and turned down another corner. He was running as fast as he could and he could still hear the fighting that was happening outside the ship. Lance silently prayed that no Galra would notice that he was out of his lion and come find him. 

“Lance how are you doing?” Shiro called over the coms and Lance could hear bullets hitting the Black Lion. 

“Almost there, roughly 300 meters.” Lance ran around another corner keeping his gun aimed at anything that could pop out at him. 

“Okay try to be fast, we may need to form Voltron soon.” Shiro started saying something to Keith and Lance tuned him out. 

Almost there, come on. Lance willed his legs to push through the burn that consumed them and finally reached what he was looking for. Prisoners. 

Lance immediately shot the lock off the door and scared everyone in the cell. 

Lance swung the door opened and looked around at all of the occupants of the cell. Some of them looked scared of him while others put on a strong mask. 

Lance immediately recognised some of the species that were in the cell. There were three Balmeras, two Arusians and four Galrans? Lance’s first thought is that they were undercover spies that were meant to keep the prisoners in order and keep them from rebelling or something like that, but there was no way they were still serving the emperor. They all looked skinny and weak, one of them had a scratched up face and another only had one arm. 

Lance shook his head, remember what mama said, staring is not socially acceptable. Lance cleared his throat and held his head higher. “My name is Lance, I’m the Blue paladin of Voltron. I was sent here to rescue all of you.” 

The aliens all smiled, some even cheered and they all stood up and surrounded him. Lance smiled at all of them and started to direct them out of the cell, he turned when he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

Lance attempted to not screamed when he came face to face with one of the Galra that were in the cell. “Yes?” Lance cursed at how weak his voice sounded.

The Galra that tapped his shoulder looked scared and she quietly spoke “are you saving us as well?” She motioned to the other three Galra.  

Lance looked at the other three who didn’t even bother to stand up, most likely assuming that Lance didn’t want to save them and he looked back at the girl. “Didn’t I say all of you?” 

The Galran smiled and Lance directed them out of the cell. 


Lance followed the escape pod in Blue and ran out as soon as it landed in Blue’s hanger. I want to talk to all of them before anyone sees them. Lance opened the pod door and escorted everyone out, stopping the Galrans. He heard everyone else enter the hanger and Lance pushed them farther into the pod. One of them opened their mouth in protest but Lance shushed them 

“Listen,” Lance’s voice was barely above a whisper, “I don’t know how everyone will react to having Galras in our castle. Let me talk to them first, I don’t want them to hurt you.” 

The Galrans nodded and Lance walked out of the pod. He saw his team along with Allura and Coran helping the newly freed aliens out of the room. Lance inhaled until his lungs ached and walked over to Allura, quickly tapping her shoulder. 

She turned and faced Lance and smiled, “you did well.” 

“Thank you Princess, but there is something you need to see before you leave.” Lance started to make his way back to the pod and Allura hesitantly followed him.  

When Allura reached his Lance stopped her from entering, “can you just promise me that you won’t freak out?” 

Allura gave Lance a sceptical look. “Lance what are you talking about?” 

“Look, I save more prisoners but they aren’t our normal prisoners.” Lance looked back into the pod, seeing what Allura couldn’t see. 

“Lance, just show me what you’re talking about.” Allura pushed passed him and gasped when she saw the Galrans. 

Allura attempted to run out of the pod but Lance stopped her and begged her to listen. “Lance! Are you insane? You brought the Galra right to us? They could be spies or assassins. You put the entire team at risk, I told you to just rescue prisoners not save the wounded!” 

Lance shook his head and held Allura’s arms down in fear that she would hurt him or someone else. “They were prisoners, like I said. Believe me I was sceptical at first but look at them.” Allura turned and looked at them. “See how malnourished that are? See how that one only has one arm? I don’t think they are still serving the emperor. That’s why I brought them here. I was completing my mission.” 

Allura nodded at what Lance said and slowly made her way over the them. She paused in front of them and examined them. After a few moments she reached out her hand and introduced herself and Lance sighed with relief. That could have ended badly. 

I had no idea what to do tbh 

I hope you like it!!!

Sorry it took so long!!!

Thank you! 

Requested by @theimaginatorifunny and anonymously

There’s a special place in my heart for Blaziken, the first pokémon I ever received when I started playing my first pokemon game (Look at me now, Professor Birch). Blaziken was the original fire-fighting type starter before it was cool, and with its strong legs, fierce kicks, and recent Mega-evolution it is quite the force to be reckoned with.

According to the pokédex, Blaziken can jump over a 30-story building in one leap. 30 stories is roughly 90 meters, or 300 feet. This is nearly 50 times Blaziken’s own height. The world record high-jump held by a human is a 2.45 meters (8 feet). There must be something going on here other than a simple jump. So what makes Blaziken such a high flier?

We’re going to start small, by looking at a creature with a maximum jump height of 18 cm (7 inches). At first this would seem pathetic, until you realize this creature is flea, who is barely 3mm tall themselves. Fleas can jump 100 times their own height.

Jumping this height takes a lot of energy, and a lot of push. Part of their magic lies in a special pad in their legs, made of a springy protein called resilin. This leg-pad stores energy during their jump. While the flea is bending it’s legs and starting a jump, the energy isn’t going directly into pushing the flea off of the ground. Instead, the energy is being stored in the leg-pads, “charging up” to be released all at once, kicking it high and fast upwards. Some studies report this sudden acceleration to be over 400 times the acceleration of gravity.

The rest of the question, then, is how they get that energy into the resilin. The answer is the flea’s knees, and if you thought bee’s knees were cool, fleas have “multi-jointed” hind legs. It can push with its toe, its shin, and its knees, which together act as a lever to store all of that energy into the resilin pads. It was shown that a flea’s lower leg, the toe and shin, are covered in tiny claws used for gripping the ground. In other words, while jumping, the flea actually holds onto the ground as tightly as it can, which allows it to store up enough energy to jump to great heights.

Blaziken is a bit larger than a flea, but the idea is still the same. In order to jump a 30-story building, Blaziken’s legs must be able to store up a large amount of energy before sudden release – 45,864 Joules (11 Calories) of energy to be exact, if Blaziken wants to jump 30 stories high (assuming perfect efficiency). This is basically the energy you spend from running or weight-training for a minute nonstop, only Blaziken does it in seconds. It can only get that much energy by gripping onto the ground tightly before its launch.

Blaziken’s legs must contain spring-like tendons made of resilin, which stores up energy before a jump. Blaziken grips tightly to the ground when pushing off of it, and while doing so “charges up” the resilin pads, releasing the energy all at once when Blaziken jumps.

Vital: Part One - Terra (A Yondu x Reader Fic): Chapter Eighteen: Let’s Go

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Yondu stuffs his little cardboard box of belongings into your duffel, which you carry as he supports Kraglin. He tucks the First Mate securely in the front passenger seat, and slides into the backseat behind him.

You fumble with the keys to lock the door and remember that the lock is broken from when Kraglin came in last night. You pause for a minute, staring up at the structure that has been your second home for your entire life. Your swallow as a breeze comes to you off the lake, with it the scent of pine and the sound of the waves. You bite your lip hard and run to the car without looking back.

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anonymous asked:

Are the swiss required to keep firearms?

Short answer : no.
Slightly longer answer : people still active in the militia are required to keep both their gun at home and their level of proficiency with it (and they have to take a yearly mandatory test). At the end of their service, they can ask to keep their rifle, but they have to pass a police background check like anyone else.
For the rest of the citizens and residents, there are no such things as a requirement to own a gun, it would be silly.
Longer answer : but… the right to own a gun is a constitutionally protected right and can be only denied in case of very strong proofs that you are a danger for yourself and/or other, or if you have a criminal record.
Everything is organized to help people training with their guns, every village got a 300-meter range and it’s quite easy to get a leased assault rifle. Because the main concept of Switzerland military protection is to destroy anything of value (including traffic ways) and being really, really, really obnoxious to the occupation army and for that you need an armed population.

Additionaly -

I’ve seen somewhere in my recent notes (but I can’t find it now) that gun owning rate was under 30% in Switzerland.

First, it’s ignoring the fact that about 2.5 million people (over about 9 millions people total) in Switzerland are legal aliens, which for several reasons (lack of money or time, cultural background, not wanting to deal with the police, coming from a country whose citizens are barred from owning a firearm, etc.) don’t own that much firearms.

Then, it’s only counting the registered firearms (i.e. military guns, civilian guns bought after 2008).

Depending of the state, the estimation of “ghost guns” goes from twice the number of registered guns up to twenty times that number. There is no way Switzerland is not the N°2 country in terms of absolute number of firearms owned by the citizens, way before Yemen, Serbia or Finland. Once again, apart from some foreigners and a few urban hippies, I know no one without at least an old functional K31 over the fireplace or in the attic.

Tl;dr : yes, we have to deal with serious gun control measures (and a lot of administrative illegal ones enforced by the local police depts., but that is another problem), but Switzerland has more in common with the USA than most of Europe regarding gun rights - because it’s not a privilege.


Gérald Verdon
Swiss Federal Shooting Competition 2015

On august 1st, 2017, Santiago Maldonado a.k.a el Brujo, was taken by argentinian police after a very violent attempt at evicting lands occupied by mapuche community, who have been fighting since 2015 to reclaim territory taken by italian businessman Luciano Bennetton.
This was the last time anyone saw him, until yesterday (Oct. 17) where his body was found only 300 meters from where he was last seen, tangled in the roots of a tree growing in the Chubut, a river that crosses the territory.
It seems clear to us that most likely his body was placed there by those that killed him, the argentinian police, since the area had already been searched at least three times, and also because of how unlikely it is for a body to travel 300 meters upstream.

Members of the community saw them take Santiago into a police car. He did not drown there. The argentinian police are one of the most corrupt ones on this side of the world. They will not hesitate when shooting the communities to defend the interests of “powerful”, rich people.
They will not hesitate to kill and dissapear anyone to silence those who scream the truth.
But the people are not afraid. They would rather be taken out dead than submit to those who don’t care about the land. They will continue to fight just like they have been doing for centuries. They will continue to make use of any means of self defense against the bullets of the oppressors. They are not afraid and they will not back down.

Brujo, now we know with certainty that we will never hear your voice make bad jokes again, that we will never again share warm mate in the kitchen and that your eyes will never again see the beauty of the struggle to reclaim the land. As horrifying as this is, if it’s your body they found, at least we won’t stay awake at night wondering if they are still torturing you.

“When the last tree is cut down, the last fish eaten, and the last stream poisoned, you will realize that you cannot eat money”

Marichiwew pu peñi pu lamgen!
Ten times we will overcome!

No one is forgotten, nothing is forgiven

I can find my own way

Headlights illuminating 
Dark, intimidating highway
Vision’s radar of 130 meters
Leaves room for fears and doubts.

Words lace lined papers 
Voices drip with honey
You don’t know what goes on
Behind closed doors.

Take exit 98 in 300 meters.
His heart. 

Depression seeps into blood 
Blackening colors of the heart
Boxed inside a doubtful mind 
Good luck seeing the sun.

Take exit 96 in 500 meters
His mind. 

You will regret…

Exit highway now 
His soul. 

You have to think about… 

Take next exit to happiness. 
My gut.




Our First and Last (Ch. 2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 |  Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | 

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 4,462
  • Description: That year, Jungkook was twenty-three and undoubtedly hot as hell, and that’s not an attempt to describe his temperature. He was always handsome, with chiseled features, a tall nose, plump lips, and that pair of dark chocolate doe eyes that you’ve known since the first day you saw him. In all honesty, his appearance hasn’t really changed all that much from the first time you met him seven years ago, but it was your attraction to him that did. 

The second time you saw Jungkook was on the morning of your eleventh birthday.

Your parents had been in shock when you begged them to forget about throwing you a birthday party and you just wanted to spend a day at the park alone. They even questioned if you were feeling sick, in which you vigorously shook your head and told them you were actually feeling better than ever.

It was the honest truth, or at least part of it.

As much as you wanted to at the time, you didn’t tell anyone about the life-changing event that happened on your tenth birthday. No one you knew in the Yin Dimension would even believe you anyways. Being able to come in contact with anything, let alone anyone, from the Yang dimension was blasphemous, and you were not planning on becoming a laughing stalk or have your parents worry about your mental well being at such a young age.

Besides, keeping such a secret just made you feel giddy and excited on the inside, and you figured it was probably the way some kids feel when they had an imaginary friend that only they could see.

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DAY 3358

Malta                   June 7,  2017                Wed 8:14 PM local time

Birthday - EF - Tejas Mankodi …  Thu, June 8 … to Tejas our love and greetings for his Birthday .. all happiness and success from the Ef family  

The world communicates at such alarming rates times and connection facilities, it astonishes and brings great surprise ..

I am happy to be and privileged too, that I survive in this extremely exciting days of this generation .. where connectivity is such a boon .. rapid almost akin to sitting across the table and having a chat, when we are thousands of miles apart and distant … where this shall lead to is beyond comprehension .. Abhishek keeps egging me on to travel to the ‘Valley’ .. the Silicon Valley, for an experience of a lifetime .. to know and to gauge where we are heading ..

Quite quite remarkable really .. and filled each day with incredible surprises and inventions and a mastery that one could only have dreamt when we were growing up .. 

Growing up .. growing nostalgic .. growing in the remembrance of the days of Allahabad .. the years being in the 50′s .. yes the 50′s .. when none of you perhaps were even thought of being brought to this world ..

Getting a phone in the home was an unbelievable celebration .. the rotating numbers phones, black in colour, situated and placed at that special place in the house .. a place of eminence and pride .. one that almost decided for you your social status in the city and among the friends .. the digits within rounded circles, enough spaced for the index finger to occupy it .. for men .. for the ladies, who did not wish to damage those well manicured fingers, it was the wrong end of a pencil, the rubber end, that was used for dialling !!

For long we did not have one .. we could not afford it .. but when we could a long waiting period was announced and we waited anxiously for that mechanic with the black machine to walk into our house and fix the instrument .. and having done that, the first activity was to call that special friend and boast the presence of the ‘telephone’ in the home .. and of course limiting the speaking time, because we could not afford the bills that accumulated at the end of the month ..

At times there was always the thoughts of an emergency .. that is when we did not have a phone .. an illness, a medical need, a robbery, a connect with the Police .. !!?? how was it all to be managed ?

And then one day it happens. You have no phone and your Mother falls desperately ill .. Babuji is in England for his thesis and his Doctorate studies, and you are the elder son matured by the age of 10-12, to deal with such a situation. It is the middle of the night, and Mother is in serious condition .. cannot speak, walk, communicate .. nothing .. you are the man of the house and there is need to act .. so ..

The nearest doctor friend is miles away .. what does one do how to contact him  .. as note written in great desperation (and somewhere the doctor has given that note to my Mother, which I cannot find) is quickly scribbled, with the best grammar at my young aged command and the house help is put on a bicycle and told to deliver it to the doctor .. !! The doctor comes several hours after and attends to my Mother, delivers some medications which have to be got again by the help from the market in the middle of the night .. a nightmare .. because nothing is open in small towns .. at least not then in the 50′s .. doctors often stocked important medication in case of an emergency such as this .. and that has to be thanked for  ..

Or .. the thought of a dacoity .. a dacoity was a most prevalent occurrence, in those times .. we would hear stories of Man Singh Daku, the dreaded dacoit, who had a kinder side as well .. he raided the rich to feed the poor .. but for us at that age it was looked upon as a terror .. so ..

What if Man Singh Daku decided to invade our little home ..Daku is not a surname it is the Hindi word for dacoit …  so … yes what if he decided to attack us .. at that young age you imagine all kind of ghosts and evil … what would I do .. I the elder and only male personified, my younger brother was there but just that .. young .. very young ..

So what ..

The Police station or a small outfit for the region was a good 300 meters away from our home, luckily .. but getting to those 300 meters and seeking help, was that task which kept playing the mind .. RUN .. that was it .. run .. run from the back of the house and reach the police chowki .. on many an occasion, during the day I had practiced and timed the 300 meter run .. just to be acquainted with the process and the terrain  .. OR 

RUN .. another 500 meters to dear Sushil Uncle, head of the fire brigade in the city .. a large well built Bengali, most dear to the family .. living nearby .. and breathlessly give him the news of the extenuating circumstance, or the dacoity, or whatever ..

WHY ..

Because there was no phone in the house .. not capable of having one !!

BUT .. the most exciting was that most important phone call, being made by my Father from Cambridge .. a month or so in advance letters were exchanged from him to us, from us to him .. this took about a month or two .. a date was fixed as to when he would attempt a call .. a luxury for him from his very limited financial state .. and for us an unbelievable event .. being able to hear Father’s voice after almost 2 years .. !!!

And where would the call come .. at a dear friend’s place some miles away in the city .. planned and waiting to be executed after a wait of two months ..

The days went by slowly .. anticipation and the excitement unabated .. comes the day and the sleepless night before .. it is by the evening .. the entire day is spent in deciding what must be worn to attend this most important and unbelievable telephone call .. the travel to the home of our friend with phone .. me cycling it .. Mother and brother, in another mode of transport .. and the call .. and the voice of Babuji .. and the emotion and the joy .. and ..

OH ahhhhh .. it is difficult to describe those times ..

ALL because there was no possibility for us to possess a phone, a telephone !!

And time has passed .. and time came for me to hold up the first mobile phone in my possession to my Father’s ear, as he sat in his wheel chair in the evening by the lawn of Prateeksha .. to tell him to talk to a friend on the other side ..

I can never forget the absolute look of bewilderment on his face as he spoke hesitantly, on to that portable mobile telephone !!

“ ye kaise hota hai” , he asked still not prepared to accept the contraption ..

And a journey 40 odd years just flashed by ..

Good night 

Amitabh Bachchan

~Stay The Night~

Part 2

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Soukoku (Dazai Osamu x Nakahara Chuuya)

Trigger Warning

Since I’m not fancy and because I don’t want to give any spoilers, that’s all you’re going to get


Chuuya looked very peaceful when he was asleep.

What Dazai liked the most was the fact that Chuuya wasn’t able to yell at, kick or hit Dazai when he was asleep.

It wasn’t sure how long this state of peace would last judging by the fact that Chuuya had almost blown himself up the day before.

The day before the Agency had learned that the Port Mafia meant to use Corruption to take down a powerful enemy. Dazai could hardly believe it, why such a stupid decision was be made.

Then, of course, he remembered that all the Mafia cared about was getting the job done and not the casualties. They didn’t care about Chuuya or his life.

And since Chuuya was the loyal idiot that he was, it once again fell on Dazai to save his damn life.

That’s exactly what he did, with a little help of his colleagues. That is how Chuuya ended up lying unconscious in the Agency’s infirmary.

And for some strange reason people felt the need to come up to Dazai and ask if he was alright. He found that very odd and his response every time was “I’m not the one who almost got sucked into a black hole and got blasted out of the sky.”

Of course Dazai was fine. He didn’t even get scratched, he was perfectly fine! Alright, the fact that a Port Mafia member was lying around the Agency must have been conflicting, but why would that make Dazai not well? He was just fine.

It felt odd to be so close to him again. Although ‘close’ meant the distance of a room, but that was the closest the two had been in years without Chuuya trying to attack Dazai.

And it was kind of refreshing. Chuuya looked peaceful.

Before Dazai had the time to have a full flashback, the door was opened carelessly.


He spared the newcomer a glance. “What do you want, Kunikida?”

“To talk to you.” Kunikida looked at the sleeping Chuuya. “Outside.”

Dazai grinned at the other. “What, are you feeling threatened by an unconscious, 160 cm tall Port Mafia executive?”

Kunikida didn’t quite appreciate the joke and he walked over, grabbed Dazai’s ear and dragged him out.

“Ouch! Ouch, okay, what is it!?” Dazai asked with a pout.

At first Kunikida just watched Dazai, arms crossed with a serious expression, as if he was evaluating the situation.

“I know why you did it,” he said at last.

Dazai was genuinely confused. He tilted his head and blinked innocently. “Why I did what?”

Kunikida took a deep breath; making it look like that breath was what had prevented him from punching something. “I know why you were so enthusiastic about this mission.”

“Well, my guess would be that I generally prefer half the city not to be destroyed considering that I live in this city, but I imagine that you have something else on your mind,” Dazai said.

“I do, in fact.” Kunikida shut his eyes, once again taking a breath. “You wanted to bring Nakahara Chuuya here. I haven’t figured out why, why you would want him by your side, but I am almost a hundred percent certain that that’s what you wanted to accomplish.”

Dazai blinked. For a second he looked like he had just been hit by a brick. Then he composed himself and smiled brightly. “That’s silly! I don’t care about that little midget! Unfortunately, stopping Corruption from destroying Yokohama also includes saving Nakahara Chuuya’s life, so this situation is just an inconvenience, if anything.”

Kunikida didn’t seem convinced, but he decided to let it drop. “Alright… If you say so. I hope you realize that we will now have to deal with this inconvenience?”

Dazai nodded quickly. “Do you happen to have any idea how we will deal with the inconvenience…?”

“Not the slightest idea,” Kunikida said dismissively. “I have to go. I’ll have to talk to the President…” Then he walked away.

* * *

“I don’t think Dazai should be present while we discuss the matter.”

“Why? Do you think that he’ll try to manipulate the President into making the wrong decision?”

“I think that currently his emotions might be influencing his decision making skills.”

“Alright, if you’re so sure this is true, I’ll keep him away from the office.”

Dazai accidentally overheard this part of a conversation. So, he decided to leave for a few hours. He wouldn’t want to cause any trouble, of course. And he didn’t want it to even look like he cared about Chuuya, because he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. What a stupid assumption.

He went to one of his favourite places, and that one wasn’t a bridge. Instead, it was Yokohama Landmark Tower’s rooftop.

Staring at the street 300 meters below him was a familiar feeling. A lot of familiar feelings were coming back to Dazai at the time. It was odd and unsettling. Something kept picking at his mind, which Dazai tried desperately to push away.

In the end, however, he gave in.

Dazai was sitting on the edge, swinging his legs as he slowly unwrapped the bandages on his left arm and reached into his pocket.

* * *

He was getting lost in his head and what snapped him back into reality was the sound of approaching footsteps. Dazai had to act fast; he stood up, turned around and crossed his arms behind his back. It was a premature attempt to hide his arm but he was short on time.

As much as Dazai was shaking, at least he managed to keep his act together with his relaxed posture and a carefree smile.

But Chuuya didn’t look as good. It was visible how much Corruption had affected him. It made Dazai wince, seeing him that weak, his perfect stance ruined by the fact that he was barely holding himself upright. He also had a slight limp, making his entrance a bit less impressive.

“Chuuya! Long time no see,” Dazai said, offering a friendly smile.

“And it just couldn’t stay that way. How disappointing,” Chuuya replied, standing a few meters away from Dazai and the edge.

“You’re the one who came to me. I was hoping to be left alone, actually, but you just can’t seem to stay away from me.” He smirked, hoping that his pretentious cockiness would distract Chuuya from Dazai’s unwrapped bandages and his overall anxiousness.

But Chuuya knew better. He stepped forward. “What can I say? The Port Mafia members are attracted to danger, as I’m sure you are aware. In fact you are pretty damn obsessed with it. It’s irritating.”

“Are you really attracted to danger or is it just me?”

Chuuya sighed, crossing his arms. “Come on Dazai, you can do better.” He paused, giving Dazai a glare under his lashes. “Show me your arm. I’m not stupid.”

“My what?” That was Dazai’s next plan; playing dumb with an innocent tilt of his head. But he wasn’t stupid either. He knew that he couldn’t play the game for too long.

Your arm. You know, that thing attached to your shoulder,” Chuuya said, rolling his eyes. “What more can you do to protest? I have you cornered.

“From the two of us, I’m the patient one. I could stay here all day and not show you anything,” Dazai said, thus spending all of his plans. The last one was stubbornness. His body was also betraying him. He was shaking, he realized, with fear.

Fear of what? Being discovered? He hadn’t felt that way in years. He really couldn’t deal with Chuuya at the moment.

“Look at you…” Chuuya said his look clearly judgmental and maybe even full of loathing. It infuriated Dazai.

“I was your damn partner, Dazai, I know you. Get your act together.” With that Chuuya made a dangerous move – he reached out, taking a hold of Dazai’s wrist.

He responded quickly, but instead of attacking like he intended, Dazai panicked and yanked his hand away, pressing it to his chest. It was a wrong move on Chuuya’s part since Dazai had moved back, even closer to the edge. It made Chuuya’s heart beat faster.

“Dazai, be careful…”

“Can you just decide if you’re worried about me or you hate me? It’s hard to keep up. Why did you come here anyway?”

Chuuya attempted to straighten his posture, but he was still in pain. “To harass you,” he said confidently.

Dazai smiled, tilting his head. “I should have known. You’re doing a great job.”

Chuuya was getting impatient. “Oh, drop the act Dazai. You are being torn apart and I know it. You may be able to fool everyone else, but not me. All of this – it’s exhausting! If you really wanted to die, then you would try harder.”

Dazai frowned. Another odd, familiar feeling was rising in his chest. He was trying to push it away, but before he knew what was happening, his eyes stung with tears. He fidgeted with the razor he had been clutching in his hand.

“I can do it. Right here, right now, in front of you. I want to see that you truly don’t care, as you want me to believe.”

That seemed to do the trick since Chuuya immediately paled. “Dazai, don’t you dare. I will not be the one to drop your body off at the Agency’s doorstep. There is no way,” he insisted, his eyes wide. “Don’t.”

Dazai tilted his head with a sorrowful smile. “I knew it,” he hummed. “I knew you cared. At least a little…”

“Oh, get real! So many people care about you!” Chuuya was doing what he knew best, hiding his fear behind rage. He knew perfectly well that Dazai wouldn’t hesitate. “This isn’t fair. Why should I have to witness this?”

“You’re the one who came to me,” Dazai said matter-of-factly.

Chuuya sighed, crossing his arms. “I can’t do this. I take lives, I don’t save them…”

Dazai stepped forward unsurely. “Idiot. You’ve saved my life. You keep doing it every day.” It took a lot out of Dazai to swallow his pride and say that. He hated looking weak. And it was the crushing truth that Chuuya was both his strength and his weakness.

“I’m not doing a very good job then,” Chuuya said, his voice cracking. “You still want to kill yourself.”

The sentence hung in the air and it ached.

Chuuya, being the less patient one, gave in quickly. “I can’t do this,” he repeated. His eyes passed over Dazai’s arm and he quite visibly winced. “Let’s just take you back and get rid of that thing you’re holding…”

Dazai raised his eyebrows. “I got the impression that you’re here because you wanted to be away from the Agency. Now you’re willing to go back?” He tilted his head.

“You were at it. Some of those cuts might need sewing,” Chuuya said, trying to stop his voice from shaking.

“I think you have bigger problems than my arm. You’re barely standing, aren’t you?”

Chuuya grimaced, once again stupidly reaching for Dazai’s hand. But he no longer felt threatened, not with how weak Chuuya was.

And his intention wasn’t to harm hm. Chuuya held Dazai’s hand, slowly wrapping the bandages back around Dazai’s bloody arm, as he had many times before.

“I don’t know how many more times you want me to do this,” Chuuya muttered angrily. “Next time I’ll let you bleed to death.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Dazai hummed. “If your face was the last thing I’d see.”

Chuuya stopped for a moment, his hands shaking. Then he just kept going until Dazai’s arm was wrapped up again. “Let’s go,” he muttered, taking Dazai’s hand and leading him further from the edge.

Dazai spoke only once they were out of the building, “I’m sorry.”

Chuuya didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry. I keep putting you through this. You’re right, it isn’t fair. But… thank you. You know how to pull me out. Snap me back into reality, sometimes violently.” Dazai chucked bitterly.

Chuuya still didn’t reply. He just subconsciously squeezed Dazai’s hand. He let Chuuya lead him, presumably to the Agency.

“I’ve come to realize that… I’m tied to this world by something… Someone I love,” Dazai said hesitantly. It had once again taken him all his strength to say that.

“Yeah, I get it. Committing suicide with a beautiful woman is your thing now. Knock yourself out…” Chuuya muttered bitterly.

Dazai sighed. “Where’s your cleverness now? It isn’t a beautiful woman, Chuuya. It’s someone I would never ever want to go down with me.”

“Oh, so now it’s someone from the Agency?” Chuuya laughed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable…. I don’t want to hear about how close you all are…”

“Not from the Agency either.” Dazai stopped walking and Chuuya also had to, since they were still holding hands. “It’s a silly idiot I’ve known for ages. He’s the smartest person I know, yet at the moment seems to be pretty dense. Horrible temper, very short. Ringing any bells?”

“Apparently not,” Chuuya muttered.

Dazai closed his eyes, shaking his head. “You are impossible. It’s you, Nakahara Chuuya. I know you hate me, but… I suppose I don’t hate you. And as annoying as it is to admit it, I guess I’m… in love… with you…”

Chuuya dropped his gaze. He didn’t move or speak. He just let go of Dazai’s hand and started to walk away.

Before Dazai’s heart could completely shatter, Chuuya stopped. He turned around, walked back over and stopped right in front of Dazai. He climbed on his tip toes, grabbed Dazai’s hair, pulled him down and kissed him.

“Let’s just go,” he mumbled. But before he could start dragging Dazai again, Chuuya collapsed.


This is the song behind the title. It’s such a Soukoku song, isn’t it?

There will be a part two, I ended on a cliffhanger to get y'all to read the less interesting part. No, not the boring part, there I no bring part, but the less interesting part.

Now what’s really important in this author’s note is that this fic was based off of a role play.

‘Why ist that important,’ you ask.

Well, my friend, it is important because that means that I cannot take credit for all the things written here. Sure, the fanfc is mine, I changed some things, I changed the plot a lil bit, but the fact is that half or more of things said by Chuuya in this fic were not written by me, but by the impossibility talented @y-u-k-u-m-u-r-a 👏👏👏 kudos to you, my friend.

And Another Concept

Featuring: Rin being a fanboy

Hear me out. Imagine if Rin really got into exorcism as he got even a bit older. He’s not known for reading or anything serious, but maybe it starts with an audio recording from the most recently passed exorcist: Shirō Fujimoto

He speaks about his job as an exorcist, how much Mephisto is totally his love-hate friend, it’s basically a thing to help keep himself grounded, next to tobacco, which seems to help a bit with all demon-related stress. It isn’t so much Rin is interested in his history, but he likes listening to his father’s voice again, and it’s interesting to hear about the guy’s colleagues from time to time.

Osceola Redarm, Lucy Yang, Drac Dragulesc, and begrudgingly, Lewin Light. Names stick out here and there, Igor Neuhaus, Tatsuma Suguro, Yaozo Shima, Jiro Miwa, Shura Kirigakure, Cheng-Long Liu, Lena Ackbar, Monaka Miyama-Uguisu and her husband: Night.

Now imagine Rin gets really interested in some of the greatest exorcists of all time. (I mean, they’re basically celebrities through the True Cross Order, did you see what happened when Lightning attempted to teach an exwire class?) He picks up a book, despite his dyslexia, and attempts to read it.

It’s title: Paladins Through the Ages. It keeps up with modern history as well, already having info down on Arthur Auguste Angel, the current Paladin. It goes through and speaks of the first exorcist paladin, presumably Jesus Christ, and moves through the ages, from Rhone Rain to Elizabeth McQueen to Damon Garmadon, Léon Raoul Beaumonde, and Shirō Fujimoto.

There are fun facts about how cool they were too. That’s when Rin REALLY gets interested in exorcist history.

Elizabeth McQueen, the first female Paladin in 1809 and the first person to swear she would be the one to behead Sir Mephisto Pheles. She was known for dressing up as a man in a sports event and for kicking ass for 1st place while doing it. All with a bariyon on her back.

Damon Garmadon trained and bred Hell Hounds for a living outside of traditional exorcism. He was referred to as the Hell Tamer because of it.

And wait, Shirō Fujimoto once took down a fucking hydra by shoving a Holy Grenade in its heart and detonating it with a sniper rifle from 300 yards away (274 meters for everyone else). Holy shit, his dad was SO COOL.

Apparently there’s history of the nominees for Paladins everywhere too! How neato is that? Nowadays they’re probably chairmen of their respective branch or in other high positions.

Like, the chairman of Russia, Vladimir Abram Ivanov, is a master of every type of firearm, can wield a whip, and wipe a ghost off the face of Assiah with his Aria skills so quick that “the rest is omitted” Lewin Light style.

And the chairwoman of Sweden, a saccharinely kind woman by the name of Julia Ebba Hellström aka Sweetums despite her surname, can summon and tame every single demon in existence, with the pure exception of Satan and the demon kings (meaning, yeah, she could maybe even tame Rin. A horrifying thought that Rin can’t ever shake whenever he sees her pretty face in a photo album or video.)

And anyway, could you picture Rin just getting really into exorcism because to him, these people are role models and celebrities. There’s a gossip chain that goes around about them. These people. Are THE COOLEST. No idol or model or actor or politician could outdo these people, not 2AM, not Kyari Pamyu Pamyu, not Nobuhiko Okamoto, not even Rin’s alltime favorite band: UVERworld.

Could you imagine, tho??? Rin getting really excited over the Greatest Exorcists of all time! Admiring them but his favorite of them all still remaining Shirō Fujimoto (that’s his dad for fuck’s sake, he was considered the strongest exorcist for about 10, 12, 15 years, who knows? But it was a long time and COME ON befriending Samael: the King of Time and Space??? Rin’s gonna be just like his daddy one day.)


Shura having Rin tag along to an important exorcist meeting and he’s having an absolute amazing time trying to squeal and ask for autographs because THESE PEOPLE!!!! OH MY LORD!!!! LOOK AT HOW COOL THEY ARE!!!!!

Bonus #2:

Rin being so fucking Bi because holy moly, most of them are old enough to be his parents but they’re all so good looking for aged people holy fuck????? Rin stop that, only high school students crush on older celebrities, this ain’t Johnny Depp, or Sia, or Angelina Jolie, or Robert Downy Jr. Getcha head in the game!

The standoff between US and Soviet tanks at Checkpoint Charlie in 1961

On October 1961, border disputes led to a standoff and for 16 hours the world was on the brink of war while Soviet and American tanks faced each other just 300 feet (100 meters) apart. On August 1961 Washington and its British and French allies had failed to prevent the Soviets building the Berlin Wall. On October 27, after several days of escalating U.S. rebuffs to East German attempts to get American officials to show identification documents before entering East Berlin (thus indirectly acknowledging East German sovereignty, rather than Soviet occupation authority) ten U.S. M-48 tanks took up a position at Checkpoint Charlie.

There they stood, some 50 meters from the border, noisily racing their engines and sending plumes of black smoke into the night air. Alarmed by the apparent threat, Moscow, with the approval of the Soviet leader, Nikita Khrushchev, sent an equal number of Russian T55 tanks rumbling to face down the Americans. They too ground to a halt some 50 meters from the East/West Berlin. This was the culmination of several days escalation of actions on both sides and the face-off of the Soviet and American tanks, with guns uncovered, the first (and only) such direct confrontation of U.S. and Soviet troops.