300 meters


Holiday House in Gargnano

This Holiday House by Titus Bernhard Architekten sits on a steep slope about 300 meters above the west shore of Lake Garda, in the park-like outdoor area with a view of the lake, in the ground area of ​​an old rustico Guest quarters. So in order to obtain a building permission, the ancillary uses are under the ground and thus do not appear as part of the building volume. A spectacular infinity pool follows the contours. The rustico and the “limonaia” are rebuilt with traditional dry stone walls, but double with a cavity, and therefore retain an explicitly rough, haptic character. The ensemble conveys a warm, distinguished, rustic atmosphere. Landscape and building, nature and artifact: a symbiosis to feel at home in.

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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.”

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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! 

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. 

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.

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.




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.

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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Drone video explores the Salto del Nervión, a 300 meter high waterfall on the border of Basque Country in northern Spain. This waterfall is described in some of the text I found as the highest waterfall in Spain and one of the highest single-plunge waterfalls in all of Europe. Spectacular views of carved sediments on the edge of the Delika Canyon surround the falls.

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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!

Tourism is no less interesting, located on the border between Banyuwangi and Bondowoso East Java province is the mountain or crater of Ijen. Ijen is one of the active volcano in Indonesia. Mount Ijen has 2,368 meters above sea level high. Kawah Ijen crater which is a tar-acid in the world has a depth of about 200 meters and wide crater about 5,466 hectares. To enjoy the beauty of Ijen crater takes about 2 hours, but it was comparable to what can be obtained for the Ijen crater offers the charm of outstanding natural beauty, especially when watching the blue flame / Ijen BlueFire / Tourism bluefame phenomenal crater.

The crater has a depth of approximately 300 meters below kalderaKawah wall with an area of 20 sq km caldera surrounded by walls as high as 300-500 meters. Additionally, acids which exist in craters near zero with temperatures reaching 200 degrees Celsius, which means the water crater enough to melt even the clothes of the human body in a short time.

Underwater City: Unveiling The Secrets At The Bottom Of Fuxian Lake

A mystery lies scattered on the unexplored bottom of Fuxian Lake, stretching out through Chengjiang County, Jiangchuan County and Huaning County in Yunnan Province, about 60 kilometers to Kunming City, China. The lake is rising 1,720 meters above sea level and encompassing 212 square kilometers of land.

The deepest part of the lake descends 157 meters; the Fuxian Lake is the second deepest freshwater lake in China.

One day, Geng Wei, a specialized diver, accidentally found a strange phenomenon under the lake, in form of stone materials including flagstones and stone strips with thick moss above them, could be seen.

According to an ancient local legend, a city-like silhouette under the lake from the nearby mountains can be clearly seen on a fine, calm day. To find out if there is something hidden in the calm waters of the lake, a Chinese submarine archaeology team stationed in Fuxian Lake carried on surveys and with advanced use of detectors, discovered lots of blocks scattered on the lake bottom, stones that formed a wall seen on a sonar display along with various flagstones.

High stairs appeared in front of them and flagstones covered with moss seemed to reveal an ancient sunken city. The team members found the scope of the site under Fuxian Lake was extremely big, and the traces of construction were everywhere along with earthenware.

Could the underwater site be the ancient city of Yuyuan, which disappeared mysteriously many hundreds of years ago?

Was the site under the lake the city recorded in The Book of Han (Hanshu), a classic Chinese historical writing covering the history of the Western Han Dynasty, 206 BCE-9 CE, that once recorded that Yuyuan City was north of Fuxian Lake?

After several days of observation, sonar scans and analyses, experts estimated the scope of the area is between 2.4 square kilometers to 2.7 square kilometers, and the site was possibly from the Warring States (475-221 BC) to the Eastern Han Dynasty. However, in order to find a more exact time, they had to find a subject that could be used for carbon 14 testing.

Additionally as reported, eight main buildings were found all under the water, including a round, colosseum-like building with a 37 meter wide base and a gap to the northeast and two large high buildings with floors, similar to the Mayan pyramids.
One of the large, high buildings has three floors, a 60 meter wide base and lots of small steps linking the floors. Another is even larger, with a 63 meter wide base standing five floors (totally 21 meters high).
A 300 meter long and 5 to 7 meter wide rock road connects the two buildings.

Carbon-14 dating of some shells attached to blocks they were 1750 years old, which means the site sunk during the Han period. However in the Tang Dynasty, there were still records about Yuyuan City remaining on land.

Therefore, the lost city was not Yuyuan, but rather the ancient unidentified structure of the under-lake construction, could represent the remains of the ancient Dian Country – a country with a high level of civilization that after 86 BC – mysteriously disappeared.

Fuxian Lake is a very large body of water – is still unexplored, so various legends have prevailed for more than 1,000 years and unfortunately their credibility cannot be confirmed.

According to one story mentioned in “Cheng Jang Fu Zhi”, a book in the region of Emperor Daoguang, a horse-like animal lived in the lake. Its body was pure white with red spots on its back. Sometimes it rapidly flew out of the water.
Was this strange animal perhaps a vehicle which modern ufologists today call – uso (unidentified submerged object)?


We are a race with amnesia. There is so much out there forgotten, unfortunately. There were amazing civilizations here from every single cultural groupings. Humanity has a history untold as of yet.

like, wouldn’t I love to sit here and tell you that I shot my first 30 during a scored end and got like, a personal best or my red pin

I would love that, but no; this 18 meter 300 round was firmly a hot mess that ended at 248. The 30 was the 7th end or so, after I shot a 4 (this wasn’t a new face, so some of that blue isn’t me, but enough of that mess is), and was basically kind of like wearing stiletto heels, tripping over basically nothing, and saving your face by way of falling into the pool BUT making it look intentional.

you climb out of the pool, flip your hair in a way that suggests you entirely meant to do that, and then shoot 10-8-6. DELIBERATELY. Rainbow game. Clearly. Obviously. Duh!

Water on Mars!

Did you hear? New findings from our Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter (MRO) provide the strongest evidence yet that liquid water flows intermittently on present-day Mars.

Using an imaging spectrometer on MRO, we found hydrated minerals on slopes where mysterious streaks are seen on Mars. One thing that researchers noticed was that the darkish streaks appear to ebb and flow over time. During warm seasons, they darken and then fade in cooler seasons.

When discovered in 2010, these downhill flows known as recurring slope lineae (RSL) were thought to be related to liquid water. With the recent spectral detection of molecular water, we’re able to say it’s likely a shallow subsurface flow explains the darkening.

Mars is so cold, how could liquid water flow there? Great question! Since this liquid water is briny, the freezing point would be lower than that of pure water. Also, these saline slopes appear on Mars when temperatures are above minus 10 degrees Fahrenheit (minus 23 Celsius).

The dark, narrow streaks flowing downhill in the below image are roughly the length of a football field.

So there’s water, but how much? Currently we think this area has a very small amount of water, probably just enough to wet the top layer of the surface of Mars. The streaks are around four to five meters wide and 200 to 300 meters long.

Could humans drink this water? The salts in the water appear to be perchlorates, so you probably wouldn’t want to drink the water. It would most likely be very salty and would need to be purified before human consumption.

Perchlorate…What is that? A perchlorate is a salt that absorbs water from the air. Learn more about how it’s helping us unlock the mysteries of Mars in this video:

What’s next? We want to look for more locations where brine flows may occur. We have only covered 3% of Mars at resolutions high enough to see these features.

For more information on the Mars announcement, visit our Journey to Mars landing page. There is also a full recap of the press conference HERE, and a short recap below.

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