50th space station expedition returns to Earth in textbook landing.
After more than 173 days in space and 2,768 orbits of the Earth, the crew of Expedition 50 returned to Earth Monday, April 10. NASA Astronaut Shane Kimbrough along with Cosmonauts Sergey Ryzhikov and Andrey Borisenko undocked the International Space Station at 3:57am EDT to begin their journey home.
The Soyuz MS-02 spacecraft performed a deorbit burn at 6:28am, jettisoned the Orbital and Service modules 30 minutes later, and landed at approximately 7:20am. Landing occurred in the Soyuz’s prime landing zone in the steppes of Kazakhstan.
Unlike other spacecraft that return to Earth, Soyuz is equipped with six small thrusters that fire less than a second before touchdown to ensure a softer landing. These thrusters are covered by the capsule’s heat shield during flight, which is jettisoned shortly after the main parachute is deployed.
The thrusters can be seen in the gif above, which is a compilation of images taken by NASA chief photographer Bill Ingalls (@ingallsimages ) from an airborne recovery helicopter.
Soyuz’s return to Earth not only ended the 50th expedition to the orbiting laboratory since 2000 but also the temporary reduction of the station’s crew to three. Expedition 51 crewmembers Peggy Whitson, Thomas Pesquet, and Oleg Novitskiy will remain the station’s sole residents until the Soyuz MS-04 crew of Expedition 51/52 arrive on April 20.
However, due to reduced funding from Roscosmos, the Russian federal space agency, Soyuz MS-04 will only be carrying two crewmembers, NASA astronaut Jack Fischer and Cosmonaut Fyodor Yurchikhin. This lack of funding will reduce the station’s operational compliment to five for an undetermined period of time.
Can you write a bughead oneshot where they don't talk about the first kiss and dance around it for a while. Suddenly their schools Shakespeare company is doing a production of Romeo and Juliet (ironically) but the thing is Juggie doesn't get the role of Romeo (like Reggie or Archie does) and he interrupts the show midway through by reading the dialogue at the first meeting scene. Sorry it's super specific but I love your oneshots
This one was really fun to write, hope you enjoy it!
“I need everyone to quiet down!”
The theatre director stood backstage in the middle of chaos - costume pieces flying every which way, scripts fluttering across the hardwood floor, actors and actresses practicing their lines in their not-so-inside voices.
“Reggie, stop putting the props in Chuck’s ear, what did I say after the last time?” She hurried over to the boys standing by the props table, her long hair whipping over her shoulder as she frantically ripped the tiny object out of Reggie’s hand.
“I can’t believe we’re being forced to perform such an archaic piece of literary garbage. It’s so outdated,” Veronica whined, tossing her script onto a folding chair by the side of the stage. “I mean what teenager nowadays would climb up to someone’s window as a way of declaring one’s affections for them?”
Betty’s eyes went wide as she glanced at Jughead, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
“No one,” Betty said almost too quickly, fiddling with a fraying piece of fabric on her costume and avoiding Veronica’s gaze.
“Exactly, B, glad to see you’re on my side on this one,” Veronica beamed at Betty before pulling on the arm of her dress and frowning. “Although, the fact that you’re our Juliet isn’t really helping the cause.”
Jughead gently pulled Betty away from Veronica, leaning in close to her ear so no one else could hear them.
“Bets, are we ever going to talk about it?” Jughead whispered. “It’s been weeks.”
“Talk about what?” Betty feigned confusion as she turned away from him to busily flip through her script.
“You know what,” Jughead muttered, lowering his gaze to give her a knowing look.
“Alright, that’s enough!” The director’s voice rose above the chatter, signaling to to the group that it was time to meet with her in the center of the stage. “Gather around everyone, we don’t have a lot of time!”
“You said to pretend like nothing happened,” Betty reminded Jughead, looking back at him struggling to keep of with her as she hurried to join the rest of the group. “So that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“I didn’t mean-”
“Jughead, honestly, the faster you’re done wasting my time, the faster I can be done wasting yours,” the director sighed, turning to the students staring at her with bored expressions and taking an annoyed breath. “As you all know, our first performance of Romeo and Juliet is tomorrow. You all have put a lot of work into this and I expect that you will treat the performance with as much respect as it deserves. In other words, if you make a mockery of this program, I will see you in detention for an entire month - I’m looking at you Reggie. Okay, let’s get this over with!”
“Betty, I didn’t mean for us to skirt around each other like we were never even friends,” Jughead explained, taking her by the elbow and spinning her around slightly to meet his gaze. “I miss talking to you.”
“I miss you too, Juggie,” Betty admitted, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she allowed herself get lost in his eyes for a moment.
“Juliet, wherefore art thou Romeo? I know that’s not what that really means, but- oh never mind,” the director stammered, but stopped abruptly when she realized a dozen eyes were staring at her like she was crazy. “Seriously, Betty, where is he?”
“I’m here, Ms. Machin!”
As if on cue, Archie Andrews burst through the stage door to join the rest of his classmates on the stage.
“Sorry, I had music rehearsal with the pussycats and-” Archie struggled to catch his breath as he quickly tried to explain himself, but was cut off by an aggravated Ms. Machin shoving his costume in his face.
“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve put so much time and effort into other activities, Archie, but we have a performance tomorrow,” Ms. Machin reminded him. “So can we please run through this play before I start ripping my hair out of my head?”
“Yikes,” Veronica winced. “Sounds like someone needs a good long bath and a bottle of merlot after this horrid play is over and done with. And I don’t just mean me.”
“So are we okay?” Jughead asked, turning to Betty as she watched the group disperse in front of her. “You and me?”
“That depends,” Betty shrugged. “What did the kiss mean?”
“Bets, why do we have to decide that right now, I don’t-”
Rolling her eyes, Betty turned away from Jughead, already tired of hearing this answer, and made her way across the stage to look up at Archie putting one arm through the jacket that accompanied his costume.
“Arch, can we go over the blocking for our last scene together one more time?” Betty asked. “I just want to be sure I have it down perfectly.”
“Yeah, let’s do it,” Archie agreed, tugging on the hem of his jacket and smiling down at her as they headed off to a quieter location to practice.
“Okay, what is going on with you two?” Veronica emerged from somewhere behind Jughead, gesturing towards Betty with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been dodging each other for weeks. Seriously I watched Betty dive into the girl’s bathroom just to avoid running into you last week. Something happened between you two didn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” Jughead muttered, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably and staring at a spot in the hardwood floor. “Maybe.”
“Oh my god, I knew it!” Veronica exclaimed, her face brightening at the thought of an unexpected romance. “But wait, then what’s the problem?”
“A few weeks ago, we kind of had…” Jughead fidgeted in his spot, lowering his voice so he couldn’t be heard by any unsuspecting ears. “A moment.”
“Like you ran screaming in the other direction like a five-year-old afraid of those people in the creepy character costumes at an amusement park?” Veronica asked, her brows drawing together as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.
“No,” Jughead sighed. “I just - I panicked and didn’t think she wanted it to happen. I mean, it was kind of out of the blue. But then again, it really wasn’t. Anyway, I told her just to pretend like it didn’t happen and now…”
“Now she’s treating you like you’re a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe,” Veronica finished for him, nodding as if she understood exactly what he was talking about. “I mean you try to ignore it, but it keeps making itself known every time you walk and it sticks to the floor.”
“Well lucky for you, Ronnie knows how to fix even the direst dating woe,” Veronica assured him, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. “And believe it or not, this situation is not that dire. Here’s what you need to do - you need to show her that you really do want to be with her. Make some grand gesture, do whatever it takes to get her to believe you.”
“Well, how do I do that?”
“That part’s up to you my friend,” Veronica told him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder as she turned to Archie and Betty at the other end of the stage. “But if I were you, I’d do it soon. Her Romeo is literally her dream Romeo, so I’d act fast.”
With that, Veronica crossed the stage to talk to a few of the girls in charge of the set decoration, leaving Jughead to watch as Betty laughed at something Archie was saying from across the stage.
“But he’s not,” Jughead muttered to himself, thinking back to the day he crawled into her room and kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Okay, let’s run through the balcony scene before we do a complete run-through!” Ms. Machin directed the group, gesturing for everyone to get into places with frantic hands. “Let’s go, people, the clock is ticking!”
“Okay, Juggie, it’s now or never,” Jughead whispered under his breath. “You might not be her Romeo in the play, but you were her Romeo when you climbed through her window the other day.”
“Alright, Act 2, Scene 2,” Ms. Machin clapped her hands together as the actors began to file into their positions. “Juliet appears on the balcony above, Romeo is below when he spots her and-”
Archie stepped onto the stage, glancing up at Betty with a look of longing as he began to deliver his lines.
“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the-”
Jughead couldn’t wait anymore. Before he could talk himself out of it, he hopped out from behind the lighting booth and made his way onto the stage.
“It is the east and Juliet is the sun,” Jughead finished the line for Archie, causing dozens of eyes to look to him with curious -yet intrigued- expressions.
“Jughead Jones, I will not have you make a mockery of-” Ms. Machin’s face was beet red from anger, but Veronica stepped behind her to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Let him finish!” Veronica insisted, nodding for Jughead to finish the line as he stood in front of the balcony, looking up at Betty.
“Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou fair maid art far more fair than she,” Jughead continued, meeting Betty’s gaze with a look of regret and sorrow. “I messed up Bets. I should have told you how I felt about you a long time ago, but I was scared. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way so I kind of - freaked out.”
“Juggie, all you had to do was talk to me,” Betty told him, taking a step closer to the edge of the balcony and leaning over it to smile down at him. “You can talk to me about anything.”
“I know,” Jughead met her smile before turning to everyone watching them and taking a deep breath. “So I’m asking you this now, in front of our entire class - will you go out with me?”
“Of course I will,” Betty answered, and a roar of cheers coming from the cast made an embarrassed giggle escape her lips.
Before anyone could protest, Jughead started climbing up the ladder meant to look like vines crawling up the side of the building and hoisted himself up and over the balcony to join Betty.
“Mr. Jones, that set it to be handled with care don’t you-” Ms. Machin yelled from the stage, but Jughead was already up and over before she could finish her sentence.
“Now, that’s the kind of play I would be excited about performing,” Veronica muttered to herself, clapping her hands together happily as she watched her friends smile at one another with goofy grins.
“Feel familiar?” Jughead asked as they stood in front of the hand-built window, his hands on her waist as she took a step closer to him.
“No yet,” Betty breathed before closing the space between them and placing her hands on his cheeks, their lips meeting with a kiss that was even better than their first.
Although Weiss was used to giving performance reviews, she was not used to receiving them. To make matters even worse, this particular performance review concerned an especially personal matter.
On the other side of the desk, looking every bit the corporate mercenary in her business suit, Ruby shuffled through a small stack of papers before putting them down and folding her hands together.
“I’m afraid that your recent performance, Ms Schnee, has been sorely lacking.” Ruby raised one hand to cut Weiss off before she could reply. “And, please, don’t try to make excuses. I keep very good records, Ms Schnee, and my records indicate that you have come home well after eight o’clock in the evening no less than five times over the past week. That is simply unacceptable.”
“Simply unacceptable.” Ruby scowled. “As you know, a certain amount of cuddle time is expected of you. Sadly, due to your returning home late on such a regular basis, you have been unable to fulfil this obligation.” Ruby sighed and shook her head. “That’s not good, Ms Schnee. It’s not good at all. Furthermore, when you do arrive home, you’re often exhausted. That not only reduces the quality of the cuddle time that you are able to provide but it also makes engaging in activities of a sexual nature far less likely to occur.”
“I hardly think this is appropriate.”
“I did try to reason with you,” Ruby pointed out. “But you’ve been so busy with business that I thought a more business-oriented approach would work better.” Ruby shuffled her papers again. “Now, returning to the matter of sexual activity… over the past month, your performance in that area has also been… lacking.”
“Lacking?” Weiss shrieked. “What do you mean lacking?”
“Can you recall what occurred last Thursday evening?” Ruby asked.
Weiss grimaced. “Uh… no.”
“Exactly. We were making out, and then you passed out from exhaustion just as we were getting to the really fun parts.” Ruby frowned. “As I said earlier: simply unacceptable.” She glanced down at the papers in front of her. “You also almost drowned in your soup last Friday because you fell asleep halfway through dinner. I hardly think drowning in soup is a suitable way for a trained huntress to die.”
“…” Weiss had to admit that Ruby had a point there.
“Now, I can understand your desire to work hard and reform your company, but I’m afraid you’ve forgotten the importance of work-life balance.” Ruby scowled. “Or should I say, work-Ruby balance. The point is, Ms Schnee, I am not happy.”
“Thankfully, this is only a preliminary performance review. I think it would be only fair to allow you an opportunity to improve.” Ruby’s lips twitched. “How does that sound?”
Weiss nodded firmly. “I’ll do better. I promise.”
“Good.” Ruby smiled. “You can start by taking me out to dinner.”
Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971) was my favorite movie growing up. The music is marvelous, the plot is wonderfully cheesy, and Angela Lansbury is simply a goddess. And what child is not fascinated with magic? But I just realized recently how this movie depicts an important aspect of witchcraft that some stories miss.
If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s about a witch named Eglantine Price (Lansbury) who enrolls in a correspondence course in witchcraft from a Professor Emilius Brown (David Tomlinson). Prof. Brown, as it turns out, is actually a con man who just slapped together some nonsense phrases for his “spells,” and he’s shocked when he finds out that Ms. Price can actually perform magic with them. And that’s the beauty of this movie - if you believe it and you act with intent, it doesn’t matter what you say. It can be nonsense. It can just be “treguna, mekoides, and trecorum satis dee.”
This is, of course, an over-simplification of both the movie and modern witchcraft. But it’s interesting how adulthood changes your perspective on your favorite childhood movies and you learn new things from it.
Although, as we all knew as children, magic was possible from the beginning.
im sick of janet jackson not getting the credit she deserves for reinventing pop music and live performances! ms. jackson created an emphasis on dancing that has influenced legions of artists since her, including britney spears, jennifer lopez, beyonce, and rihanna. she tackled taboos like female sexuality,
homophobia, gender, racism, war, poverty, homelessness, drug abuse, etc. she is a black woman who has been out there pushing boundaries and spreading social consciousness since the 1980s, all based on her love for all people. shes created some of the greatest and most iconic music, videos, and performances of ALL time, yet it seems her legacy has been erased because of the 2004 super bowl wardrobe malfunction. people saw her nipple for 0.000000481281 seconds and she was consequently blacklisted from mtv and almost every radio station and music channel across the world. you know sometimes mysogynoir isnt so hard to spot… anyway, stop sleeping on the living legend that is janet jackson.