#malapert

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The United States has returned to the lunar surface for the first time in more than 50 years after a privately-built spacecraft named Odysseus capped a nail-biting 73-minute descent from orbit with a touchdown near the moon’s south pole.

Amid celebrations of what NASA hailed “a giant leap forward,” there was no immediate confirmation of the status or condition of the lander, other than it had reached its planned landing site at crater Malapert A.

But later Intuitive Machines, the Texas-based company that built the first commercial craft to land on the moon, said the craft was “upright and starting to send data.”

The statement on X said mission managers were “working to downlink the first images from the lunar surface.”

The so-called “soft landing” on Thursday, which Steve Altemus, the company’s founder, had given only an 80% chance of succeeding, was designed to open a new era of lunar exploration as NASA works towards a scheduled late-2026 mission to send humans back there.

“Welcome to the moon,” Altemus said when touchdown when the 5.23pm touchdown was eventually confirmed, after about 10 minutes in which Odysseus was out of contact.

It was the first time any US-built spacecraft had landed on the moon since NASA’s most recent crewed visit, the Apollo 17 mission in December 1972, and the first visit by commercial vehicle following last month’s failure of Peregrine One, another partnership between the space agency and a private company, Astrobotic.

“Today, for the first time in more than a half century, the US has returned to the moon. Today, for the first time in the history of humanity, a commercial company, an American company, launched and led the voyage up there,” Bill Nelson, the NASA administrator, said.

“What a triumph. Odysseus has taken the moon. This feat is a giant leap forward for all of humanity.”

There was no video of Odysseus’s fully autonomous descent, which slowed to about 2.2mph at 33ft above the surface.

But a camera built by students at Florida’s Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University was designed to fall and take pictures immediately before touchdown, and NASA cameras were set to photograph the ground from the spacecraft.

The 14ft (4.3 metres) hexagonal, six-legged Nova-C lander, affectionately nicknamed Odie by Intuitive Machines employees, is part of NASA’s commercial lunar payload services (CLPS) initiative in which the agency awards contracts to private partners, largely to support the Artemis program.

NASA contributed $118m to get it off the ground, with Intuitive Machines funding a further $130m ahead of its February 15 launch from Florida’s Kennedy Space Center on a Falcon 9 rocket from Elon Musk’s SpaceX company.

The IM-1 mission, like the doomed Peregrine effort, is carrying a payload of scientific equipment designed to gather data about the lunar environment, specifically in the rocky region chosen as the landing site for NASA’s crewed Artemis III mission planned for two years’ time.

It is a hazardous area – “pockmarked with all of these craters,” according to Nelson – but chosen because it is believed to be rich in frozen water that could help sustain a permanent lunar base crucial to future human missions to Mars.

Scientists announced last year that they believed tiny glass beads strewn across the moon’s surface contained potentially “billions of tonnes of water” that could be extracted and used on future missions.

The risks are worth it, Nelson told CNN on Thursday, “to see if there is water in abundance. Because if there’s water, there’s rocket fuel: hydrogen, and oxygen. And we could have a gas station on the south pole of the moon.”

The planned operational life of the solar powered lander is only seven days, before the landing site about 186 miles from the moon’s south pole moves into Earth’s shadow.

But NASA hopes that will be long enough for analysis of how soil there reacted to the impact of the landing.

Other instruments will focus on space weather effects on the lunar surface, while a network of markers for communication and navigation will be deployed.

“Odysseus, powered by a company called Intuitive Machines, launched upon a SpaceX rocket, carrying a bounty of NASA scientific instruments, is bearing the dream of a new adventure in science, innovation, and American leadership in space,” Nelson said.

Through Artemis, NASA’s return-to-the-moon program that also has longer-term visions of crewed missions to Mars within the next two decades, the US seeks to stay ahead of Russia and China, both of which are planning their own human lunar landings.

Only the US has previously landed astronauts in six Apollo missions between 1969 and 1972, while five countries have placed uncrewed spacecraft there.

Japan joined the US, Russia, China, and India last month when its Smart Lander for Investigating the Moon (Slim) made a successful, if awkward touchdown after a three-month flight.

Two further Intuitive Machines launches are scheduled for later this year, including an ice drill to extract ingredients for rocket fuel, and another Nova-C lander containing a small Nasa rover and four small robots that will explore surface conditions.

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2024/feb/22/us-moon-landing-odysseus-intuitive-machines

US returns to lunar surface with for first time in over 50 years

23 February 2024

A spacecraft built and flown by Texas-based company Intuitive Machines landed near the south pole of the moon, the first US touchdown on the lunar surface in more than half a century, and the first ever achieved entirely by the private sector.

Communication with Odysseus seemed be lost during the final stages of the landing, leaving mission control uncertain as to the precise condition and position of the lander, according to flight controllers heard in the webcast.

US returns to lunar surface for first time in over 50 years: ‘Welcome to the moon.’

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Uriel is in that job position because she was literally engineered to but she ended up so weirdly emotional and nice that they hired malapert to make sure she doesn't try running away to be with her ex or something

[tata-is-the-name]

Stinky B*tch (G.S Oneshot)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Fem! reader

Summary: It was dinner time with your husband when your son has suddenly spouted such a derogatory word that has earned your disappointment for him. Hence, as Satoru had his man to man prattles with his child, turns out he was experiencing such upsetting situations no matter how you both try to let him live a normal youth unlike his father did.

Warnings: Fluff and giggles. Domesticated Gojo but still has the aspects of Jujutsu in it, your son has a potty mouth. Your son is spoiled because Gojo loves spoiling the heck out of his 'first' born, the son also has his abilities and skills, Gojo being a sucker for you and his son. He's also entirely whipped for you too.

A/N: This was a oneshot I have created 1-2 years ago. Enjoy this lovely, domesticated fluffy oneshot for Satoru Gojo. I'm missing him so bad, I think it's time I start writing again.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME SUCH MOTIVATION! 

Words: 3.3k+

Disclaimer: Please do not repost any of my works on another website. (ALSO I AM CURRENTLY DRUNK SO I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT RECHECKING THE WHOLE THING HEHEHE)

"What was that?"

The strongest had felt his son take an obscure pebble that was trying to fuck up with his limitless and haphazardly threw it right at him, hitting him on the forehead without even his ability turned on. This disparaging activity being such a tactless occurrence he had experience in the first place.

"What did you just say to your mummy?"

There was nothing you could do but heave a heavy sigh, your temples beginning to ache from being confronted at such a rough time especially when you were handling two---no, scratch that---three children at once within your household.

One was an inevitable, intensive man-child, two was a budding reciprocation---the entirety or simply to say, a carbon-copy of Satoru Gojo in the flesh whilst the other...

...was an expected, budding princess ought to be born on earth on the succeeding month ahead.

Hence, which is why your son's fresh, thriving rebellious junctures weren't really helping a lot in your part when you were halfway through your pregnancy.

"Let me hear that again," Inchmeal, Satoru had announced like he was walking on a thread. His attempts to hoodwink on his son's caustic comment while the three of you were having supper. The disbelief heavy and lingering on his tongue, "...just one more time for daddy's in denial sake,"

With patent emphasis, Satoru had leaned back against his dining chair, crossed his taut arms and uncrossed his long legs, drooped before your son to raise the glass on preparing him for another reality check which has been happening back and forth. Gojo alsohad intentionally---well, dramatically dropped his metal chopsticks by hearing such malapert words coming out of his son's mouth during dinner. Hooked by the bolshie attitude that the child was giving towards you---the both of you---with him included since he felt like this also rebounded towards Satoru, also taking the verbose hits your son has declared.

"She's a she-devil." your son had repeated, paraphrasing his words because he had a gut feeling that it was a reckless mistake to have said it out loud. Though, your son still kept his tones utmost crude to the core and never backing down just like how Satoru would within the young, adolescence period and even during the present climate period when he was talking with the higher ups.

"No-no, not that. I think it started with a letter 'B'. Regardless, that's still a grotty thing to say to your momma'. But, thatwasn't what I really heard. That's not really it, I tell ya'." it felt like Satoru Gojo was confronting himself on this one. The churlish, audacious meeting him up through an imperishable wall made for him to break. "Don't go changing your words and put on your big boy pants right at this moment. If you're going to keep up with your presumptuous mouth with us---especially, with me around---at least, brag to me about it."

"---Momma's a bitchy stinker."your son stated point-blank, his bright, celestial blue eyes clashing with your husbands'. "...A bitchy...stinker." he repeated again, tone all flimsy now but persistent nevertheless.

You've weighed up the tremendous resemblance of your son and Satoru together and If he weren't yours---if you hadn't mothered this one; if you hadn't delivered this white haired boy with goodly, blest blue eyes, you would have been intimidated and felt otherworldly recognition by this child alone.

"Alright! Knew you were going to say it again and never surrender. That never runs in my blood. Our blood, lil 'bud. You're my son, a Gojo. What do I even expect?" Satoru pulled his wooden chair closer to the dining table, pulling between his manspreaded legs. The movement creating a loud squeak from how he heavily dragged it, making you and your son wince. His son's attitude towards you setting him off, "I really heard it loud and clear. First of all..." Your husband forewarn, taking quite a slow pace at it.

You've calmly laid your chopsticks down, sighing another. Your fisted knuckles supporting the weight of your face over the table as you silently watched the reprimanding scene unfold right before your very own eyes, pliable to witness your husband's admonishments for your son's disobedience which has been mushrooming in dreadful times and conditions.

"That was exceptionally rude of you." pause. "Very...very ill-bred, young man!"

"Like father, like son. I told you, Toru." you've droned, utmost feeling another nauseous headache coming in, "He's got all of your personality and behavior. Like when you were just a kid and even in this life time period. He's growing up in such an identical state and it's stressing me out. Were you really this toffee-nosed?"

Gojo seemed to be taken aback, his large palm dreading to be placed right above his chest as he dramatically reacted, "Toffee-nosed? How the hell would you know that, Sweets?! We haven't even met yet when I was a child!"

"Your face was really...kickable when you were around this age."

"Oi, oi, oi! I was extremely cute, adorable, handsome, cherubic and---!" he was immediately cut off from his own gasconading roisters before getting driven to distraction.

"You basically shown me your 'life stage' pictures. I've seen it and kept copies of it." you've languidly blinked back, turning your head away to take a glimpse upon your son again who was looking awfully familiar just like his father. Even with the way he was simply surveying both of your harmless banters, he was a hundred percent mirror image of Satoru.

He'd even had that off-putting, winsome grimace when your son was undeniably irked by what he witnesses around him.

No wonder your son's existence alone screams that he's Gojo Satoru's offspring.

"And?" your man-child husband quipped, nudging a lenient elbow alongside before leaning in, limbs embracing you with his warmth; his palm sailing across the peaked hill of your gravid tummy. Satoru had instigated a peck along your temple, sensing that you were coming close towards your grouchy, pregnancy state. "I was definitely cute, was I? you basically kept those birth pictures of mine! you just admitted it!"

"Pretty cute." you've wholeheartedly agreed, shrugging your shoulders and playing along. Sardonic verbal attacks bounded to be catapulted as you've taken your husband's chin, angling his mouth towards yours. All of a sudden, those hormones you're bearing through this pregnancy, desiring to receive kisses as you went on from giving him audible, sweet busses on his moisturized lips.

That he had gladly welcomed to take, expressing his ninny or simping zeals with audible giggles that buzzed when your lips collided for a short moment. Your husband's twitterpatted behavior terribly being seen as a cloying moment for your son to belch because he was in the midst of throwing a shit fit. If he was not caught in between his father's chiding situation, he would've reacted just like your husband would with things he did not like or agreed to.

Yet, given the circumstance, your son chose the latter because Satoru will---and most definitely would raise his feet upwards, head down over a skyscraping tower because Satoru eventually learned and vulnerably accepted not to be ashamed of experiencing this sort of emotions---true love that any other human deserved to have and he would not like his son to grow up being detached towards the idea of it all.

Hence, your husband was bound and devoted to show him that he was suitable to experience that too in the future.

You've stifled your grins, Satoru trying to with hold the mushy pecks through and through, yet you've halted him midway, making him press a bedewed kiss on your palm. Your mouth spitting sarcasm, "You were cute, but still, with a kickable, pretty, adorable rude face to begin with."

Satoru couldn't help but grouch at that.

His nose wincing. White brows furrowed together as his upper lip pursed to express his scowl, the appearance literally a dead ringer for what his son was appearing to be during present time.

You've shook your head at them, disdained by how the events switched by Satoru's tantivy, distracted opportunity. Your mere sweet kisses able to make him forget what he was ought to do in the first place, "Whatever, don't you BOTH go pouting at me tonight. I'm too stressed to handle this. Go deal with your son---,"

Gojo pursed his lip further, even competing with his son's brooding mood, "Ours. Our son. We made him both together." your husband sent an exaggerated huff, not even bothering to watch his mouth for the succeeding thought he wanted to make clear.

"---we made him both together when you were begging for me to breed you on December 17---my birthday---at exactly 12:24 AM when you roused me off our sleep cuddles with whiny shakes on my shoulders, planting needy kisses on my---!"

"Not---!" your husband's rebarbative rambles and PG 18+ recalls had you unprepared. You've given him the stink eye before continuing your train of thought, shushing him mid-sentence,"---until he learns to apologize for saying rude stuff right at my face while we're eating dinner." you've laid it down, settling it once and for all as you stood up with a hand over your round stomach, supporting the growing bun in the oven.

"Calling me a bitchy stinker for taking his toys and unlinking your bank account on Roblox."

"Roblox? Oh, that game. Was he just trying to buy something for himself? We're rich-y-rich. You could've let him have everything he wants, baby. It's fine."Satoru have droned, rodomontading the prosperous side he always had since birth.

You've stood your ground this time, the bad mood swings taken a thorough toll on you. Finally addressing the elephant in the room as to why your son began reacting that way when Satoru came home during dinner. As much as he could, Gojo was trying to at least cease the double duties because you were close to due date. But, also mainly keeping it not so surreptitious that he was being slothful at the same time.

"He was having multiple accounts, Toru. Cashing millions---come to think of it--- Millions of Robux that has been linked in your bank account just to make more accounts further. I asked him what he was going to do about it and he answered, 'nothing, Leave it be. Why are you even looking at my stuff anyway?' besides, what's he gonna do with millions of Robux? buy the game and be the developer instead?"

Your husband was quick to send his son a look, wiggling his frosty white brows like he had forgotten his entire reason upon why he began to admonish him from the very beginning, "What'cha say, bud? wanna be a stockholder of the game? or better yet..." Satoru playfully lingered his spiels, sounding like he was carrying on a top-secret information that only the both of them could hear.

"---wanna buy the Roblox Corporation for your well-being?"

Your son's eyes widened, all big and atrociously gleamering specks of blues with pinpricks of the firmament as well. Hedidn't even think twice upon nodding his head; his pouts quickly disappearing at that as he grinned just like his father was reciprocating him for.

"Can we poppa'?! Can we?!"

"Of course, we can. I can and I will. Always, for you. So, d'ya wanna?"

Knowing Satoru's spontaneity and adoration he has for his first born son---not even having the princess that was bound to be birthed out yet---your husband would do everything for the sake of his boy's delights and unnecessary requests.

"Don't go spoiling his crude mouth tonight, SA-TO-RU. I'm not in the mood." you've raised both of your hands, halfway as a gesture of surrender. Tone all done to avoid their immature behaviors. The emphasis on filling your husband's name per vowel was enough for Gojo to deeply assess that you were on the verge of having him sleep on the couch or beside his son's bed---probably being on the floors again.

Your husband had felt himself release a crooked grin that technically looked like you were bound to hit him with a pan tonight.

"On second thought!" Satoru had took one step on that reckless decision he had and after hearing your tones and recognizing that timbre and emphasis on the call of his birth name, the Gojo Satoru suddenly had his pace walking back two steps behind for that. The strongest sounding like he was being held back with a leash and tugging once or twice upon his own reigns, "...I'll decide on it until mummy' agrees to our secret business proposal, lil' bud. That's for sure! Heh. She comes down in favor for getting the verdict on this one."

"Spoil him when he has done good things. Bum, bad children don't deserve to get their toys back."

"That---that's not fair! I-I'm not a bum! DON'T CWALL ME A BUM. I'm not even a bad child, mummy!" your son have huffed out loud, words altering towards sounding gibberish like he was fighting off a quivering mouth, Though, there came along was a headstrong tantrum coming to pop out loud like fireworks in the sky that was ought to rebound along the four corners of the household as he kicked his foot together under the table, scraping them both in attempts to lever down his childish outbursts.

"Don't call me mummy, Goro. I'm a bitchy stinker, aren't I?"

Goro Gojo. That was what you and Satoru chose and agreed to name him when he was born to the world. The word Goro having to come from the word 'Enlightened son.'

"I'm also not your mummy for tonight. I don't recall having a mean, BAD son calling me a bitch anyway."

You've seen Goro's pouty lips entirely tremble at that, knowing he was bound to burst crying to his father soon. Perhaps, it was not all of Satoru's personality he had. The child partly also has yours with his heart being worn on his sleeves when stuff like this happens; whenever he creates his own mistakes.

Howbeit, you had to quickly turn around your heels and avoid the crestfallen image he was in, so you wouldn't be able to turn this chides into nonsense abiding that you've passed the responsibility onto your husband tonight.

Knowing damn well yourself, you would have grabbed and hugged him so tight just to stop him from wailing because of your serious, tongue-lashing. He was your son, after all. An absolute sweet one either if he was not caught up in his tantrums and for whatever reasons he had for all the purchases he did.

"Satoru," you've given your husband the side-eye, clearly getting the message with one pellucid call of his birth name, over and above that was the vague difference of your expressions and the way your body have started to strain in discomfited mannerisms that only Gojo could have the gumption for. "...I'll be in our room. I don't really feel good. You take charge for this matter. She's been kicking up a fuss inside me earlier this afternoon. You already know this, Pookie."

You were swift enough to leave the dining room. But, not before walking a few strides close to Satoru so you could lean down and give him a peck on the cheek. In which, he had grabbed onto your jaw, wanting more than just cheek kisses as his gaze settled for your lips with utmost deprivation for a succulent smooch, landing one as he audibly could.

"I get it. Go rest, Sweets. Leave him to me. It's nothing I couldn't handle anyway." he reached out for another, his hand rested alongside your jaw, firm but gentle. "...Mmh, love you,"

"I love you too, Toru. I trust you on this. Be serious about it, kay?" there was another pause that had Satoru spit out a flurry, breathy laugh, "...or you're getting your shut-eye in the brisk, solitary guest room tonight and not even beside your son anymore because he's going to be taking your spot on the mattress."

With that, you've left the dining room, leaving all the young, whippersnapper pitches to Satoru's part for tonight.

"Ah, see what you did," your husband started, the echoes of your pit-a-pats fading as you walked away. Your son manifesting a delinquent child before Satoru with his cheerless aura, "...and that was all because of your rude mouth. Now, you gotta' deal with the consequences when you choose to argue with mummy, lil' bud."

It was best to say that getting you riled up was not the best idea despite of Satoru being a teacher. To be honest, he was rather a lenient one in terms of a well-deserved rap on the knuckles towards his students and especially---most importantly, with his child.

Your husband intentionally had to sigh out loud for his uncivil demeanors, never even managing to finish half of his sentence when his own son had cut him off from the white lies he was delusional about, "...This is the time you should listen to me because I rarely gamble with mummy's fiery episodes---,"

"Didn't we slept together in the same room last night, poppa'?" Goro had pondered, blinking out his wide peepers back with a snotty sniff, trying to stifle upon crying out loud when it was finally the time for Satoru to handle his paroxysm of weepings, "I remember your cursed spirit cradle tales last night while you snuggled with me on the floors!"

"That's not the point of all this, it's not about me this time. Let's forget about that for a while. Forget about the darn cursed spirits just this once," your husband had cleared his throat, paving to massage the nape of his neck from being called out by his own son, "Listen to me, Goro---my precious, handsome lil' bud,"

"Isn't this partly also because of you? you've been saying you were cute and all when momma' have been telling that it were all lies..."

"Hey!" Gojo had straightened on his seat, the chair squeaking once again as he crossed his legs, a reprimanding forefinger pointed right back towards your son in attempts to give him an earful that he should've been grateful that he was his father, "You better thank me for your exceptional genes you got there!"

Howbeit, Satoru never expected his honesty---such uprightness for what he felt the past few weeks when he started going to a normal kinder garden school that the both of you decided that he should have during his budding age.

"I should've looked like mummy instead," your son woefully whispered, catching Satoru off-guard that he had to audibly state his confusion out loud with a 'huh?', his hands motioning over his ears as if it has been plugged, Goro's candor turning him impaired to his hearing. The integrity of your son seemed to inherit from your genetics, yet his sheer bluntness for all appeared to be taken from Satoru.

"All the kids have been avoiding me and calling me a pretentious, rich, weirdo for this freaky white hair and glowing eyes and that I excel a whole lot with everything even if I try not to." your son begun swinging his feet under the wooden table, his robicund cheeks aired to the fore as he continued to grump. His head bowed down, avoiding the pondering surveys his father was giving him, "---They don't even try to be friends with me anymore. I only have online friends in my Roblux account, I just wanted to send gifts to my online friends so they won't leave me be because I---I feel very lonely,"

Occurring for the first time, Satoru could not procure himself to utter out a word or two for hearing his own son's school of thought that calls attention to what he was currently experiencing during his second to third week education in a traditional, garden-variety nursery school.

To say that Satoru also had his winded, big, celestial peepers blinking back at his son like he had domain expansion-ed his father was enough to establish that Gojo have been lost in his thoughts, static with his movements and halted to breath as if all the air in his lungs were being taken away by how his precious lil' boy have been coming up against that damned pre-k school.

"I love you and mummy so much. I don't want to be a meanie, bwad, bum child." Goro had frowned, this time it deepened; this time, it was rebuilt to convey his slumped, deep-dejection for a childish belief that is downright, misleading and untrue. "Does this mean that mummy doesn't love me any more? does she hate me now?"

"I-I-I," he hiccupped, fat tears falling as his feet swung faster beneath the wooden chair. His son's cries turning into heart-aching snivels that Satoru could definitely not handle the sight because of how desolated he really is. Goro's precious, ardent weeping making his own father purse his lip, reciprocating a pained pout, "---l-love mummy and daddy', I love you both...I---I didn't even mwean what I said to mummy at all. I---I love mummy so much just like you do.I---I'M SWORRY. I'm never saying it agwain!"

Your son have rubbed all his snot and tears away with his clothed arm, garbed in his favorite jacket that he always loved to wear outside and even around the house. With things being what they are, it was now stained by his guilt and despair for rash, puerile mistakes that his parents are now admonishing him for.

Goro sniffed a lot louder, his upper lip damped with his runny nose that he had done to himself for turning on the waterworks tonight, his own emotional outbursts being on the line and hanging onto the child's heart strings, "That whole entire kindergarden school s-swucks. I-I dwon't wanna study there. Can't I study where uncle Megumi learns instead so we could play all day and I could play with his colorful shadow p-pets?"

I FEEL SO BAD RN. I FEEL LIKE I'M THE VILLAIN HERE---THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TURN THIS WAY---I'M SORRYYYYYYYY T_T I'M IN BETWEEN AWEING AND ALSO SQUINTING MY EYES BECAUSE OUR SON WITH SATORU CALLED US A STINKY BITCH---T_T  

Anyways...

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[anonymocha]

god i love the way you drew charlie in that last doodle, she's so funny i'd love to see you draw her again :3

Sure I think she is the coolest. “MALAPERT!!!”

[apod]

2024 February 24

To the Moon Image Credit: Intuitive Machines

Explanation: Intuitive Machines' robotic lander Odysseus has accomplished the first U.S. landing on the Moon since the Apollo 17 mission in 1972. Launched on a SpaceX rocket on February 15, the phone booth sized lander reached lunar orbit on the 21st and touched down on the lunar surface at 6:23 pm ET on February 22nd. Its landing region is about 300 kilometers north of the Moon's south pole, near a crater designated Malapert A. The lander is presently collecting solar power and transmitting data back to the Intuitive Machines' mission control center in Houston. The mission marks the first commercial uncrewed landing on the Moon. Prior to landing, Odysseus’ camera captured this extreme wide angle image (landing legs visible at right) as it flew over Schomberger crater some 200 kilometers from its landing site. Odysseus was still about 10 kilometers above the lunar surface.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240224.html

[croquettish]

I am sure you have seen this, but there is actually a book of appropriate hound names from the era and they are wild. It was English, but I think it could still apply here. The names include everything from Achilles, Lusty, Doglas, Sage, and Profite.

I have seen this list!! They're INCREDIBLE. I had to go back and check the list again (which of course also meant that I now feel compelled to share with the class):

Mind you, this is a selection. The full list consists of 1065 names. My source is listed at the bottom.

Desirable qualities and abilities of hunting hounds: Birdismowthe, Blodeman, Creper, Dygre, Dygger, Dappir, Fynder, Fyndewell, Hardye, Merymowthe, Quester, Rowte-owte, Rangere, Stalkere, Sturdy, Trusty, Sable; (greyhounds) Brynge-yn, Cachefaste, Cacche, Corage, Dowȝty, Fliȝt, Go-bifore, Holdefaste, Hiefaste, Holdere, Kilbucke, Liȝtfote, Quycke, Stepfaste, Sterte-awey, Takehym, Turnebukke, Clenche, Pynche, Pynchere.

Physical characteristics: Russette, Tawne, Whiteberde.

Other characteristics, qualities and temperaments, many suggestive of irony: Amyable, Arguere, Bragger, Braynesike, Blabbe, Beawte, Brawlere, Cunnynge, Curteise, Cherefull, Cere-ȝyne, Dawngere, Dyngill, Elfin, Enmye, Envye, Frebodye, Flaterere, Filthe, Gormownde, Jolye, Jentill, Lewde, Mery, Malaperte, Nurture, Oribull, Plodder, Plesaunce, Quarell, Rabelle, Rage, Synfull, Solace, Seruysable, Veleyne; (greyhounds) Awntrus, Bragger, Brayneles, Cruell, Harmeles, Lusty, Soneforgete, Wrecche.

Minerals, plants and animals: Argente, Amatiste, Besaunte, Crapawde, Curlewe, Dolfyn, Dyamound, Dytayne, Emerawde, Elebre, Ermyne, Flowre, Fynche, Foxe, Gelofre, Garlik, Honysoke, Honeydewe, Juell, Nyȝtyngale, Pwffyne, Peritory, Sykamore, Salmon, Trefoile, Wodewale; (greyhounds) Fawkon, Hawkyn, Lamprey, Lybarde, Muskette, Merlyon.

Toponyms: Burgoyne, Derby, Florense, Kendale, Lyncolne, Plwmstede, Ryngedale, Ryngeborne, Rossyngdale, Ryngewode; (greyhounds) Calis, Holande, Troye.

Nationalities: Ducheman, Florenyne, German, Norman, Picarde; (greyhounds) Jewe, Romayne, Saresyn.

Human occupations, titles and categories: Aldirman, Archere, Bowman, Colier, Cheueteyne, Capteyne, Chambirleyne, Cowntese, Chamberere, Dawnsere, Duchesse, Damysell, Frankeleyne, Forgere, Freresse, Haywarde, Hosewife, Jeester, Lymnore, Lepar, Somnor, Sergeaunte, Scheparde, Sowdan, Screveyne, Sexteyne, Torkoplere, Vagrawnte, Wodewarde, Wodeman, Yeman; (greyhounds) Chorle, Leper, Monke, Pardonere, Tynker, Nonne.

Music: Armonye, Cantor, Chauntir, Chawnteres, Musike, Mynstrell, Syngerre, Symbale, Symfonye; (greyhounds) Harper.

Miscellaneous: Beste-of-all, Boy, Belamy, Dere-ybowȝt, Dowse-amye, Felowe, Goodynowȝe, Liberte, Ordynawnse, Pretyman, Pretiboy, Quonyam, Riall, Rude-ynowgh, Wellytawȝt; (greyhounds) Conquerour, Hardynowgh, Havegoodday, Makehitgood, Penyboy, Galentyne.

I gotta say tho, the miscellaneous category is by far my favorite. Sth sth Hansry puppy play and then Hans whips out fucking Pretiboy to call Henry...

Selection from source: Scott-Macnab, David. “The Names of All Manner of Hounds: A Unique Inventory in a Fifteenth-Century Manuscript.” Viator, vol. 44, no. 3, Sept. 2013, pp. 339–368, https://doi.org/10.1484/j.viator.1.103488.

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Michel Foucault

Michel Foucault (1926-1984) was a post-modernist French philosopher and is considered one of the most influential philosophers of modern times. Aside from his critiques of social institutions, his influence can be seen in both the humanities and social sciences. A central theme of Foucault's work is the relationship between power and knowledge, more specifically, how power controls and defines knowledge.

As an observer and critic of both the penal system and mental institutions, Foucault believed that "schools serve the same function as prisons and mental institutions — to define, classify, control and exploit people" (Despeyroux 78). He held that society and social institutions are controlled through relations of power. While some critics view him as being pessimistic, to Foucault, the value of philosophy, if organized according to his methods, is a means of changing the balance of authority over the individual through the exposure of the power structures intended to control us.

Life

Paul-Michel Foucault was born in Poitiers, France, on 15 October 1926, the second child of Anne Malapert and Paul Foucault, a prominent and wealthy surgeon and professor of anatomy. His father wanted the young Michel to follow in his footsteps and become a doctor, but claiming his ambitions were affected by World War II, Foucault thought otherwise. He entered the distinguished graduate school École Normale Supérieure in 1946, graduating in 1951 with degrees in philosophy and psychology. It was while he was a student that he allegedly made his first attempt at suicide, which, according to one historian, demonstrated a self-destructive tendency in his character (Oliver, 178).

After graduating, he left France to escape the conservative sexual mores of the post-war French culture. He chose, instead, to travel for several years, teaching in Sweden, Poland, and Germany. He returned to France in 1960 and taught philosophy and psychology at the University of Clermont-Ferrand. He published his first book Madness and Civilization, an analysis of the treatment of madness in the Middle Ages and beyond.

In 1970, he was elected to the most prestigious Collège de France, but by the late 1970s, a disillusioned Foucault quit teaching and traveled the world until he died of an AIDS-related disease in 1984. Jeremy Stangroom in his The Great Philosophers wrote that Foucault lived his life as if he were driven by the need to "transcend both physical and cultural limits" (155)

Grave of Michel Foucault

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"Malapert Rake for the Flabbergasted... or You are so Good with Words” (detail)

Sebastián González de Gortari 

Metal, silicone, sand, latex globes, incense, polymorph plastic and wire. 

2023

[xxs0d4p0pxx]

𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒚, 𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.

@shiloh-official

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒓, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈?

[semitruckshrimp02]

hello fellow person

I have contracted some sort of curse (common cold)

Mayhaps I see the bearded beast (spiky) before my untimely demise

Of course, t wouldst beest malapert of me to refuseth such a requesteth (bonus second different lizard added)

[diavolos-secret-blog]

I do not possess the words to describe just how great you were, as I don't believe such a word exists. Never in my life have I seen a leader quite as wonderful as you, and there will never be a day you have been bested. My loyalty belongs to you, and you alone. :3

Wonderful.

Being fully frank, this is what all of the asks should be like.

The Anonymous, their tones ranging from patronising, through incomprehensible to malapert, could learn plenty from you.

[missmisdemeanor]

4 5 and 10!

thank you for the ask!

4. what is your favourite word?

one??? one favourite word?? oh god okay. uh. incandescent? simulacrum? brusque maybe. caterwaul. sodomy. legitimate feels great to say. periphery. saccharine. malapert. i can’t do this i love words too much

5. if you were a type of tree, what would you be?

american mountain ash. you can find it right here in ontario, and look at her. it flowers in the spring as well

10. what were you doing at midnight last night?

texting my friend about that dude who wants this cookie so effing bad

ask me some questions

[kaurwreck]

I don't have religious trauma; I have whatever Ryuunosuke Akutagawa and Fyodor Dostoevsky had, but malapert.

[thecosmicsailor]

Hai I have an rp sideblog as a silly little vampire artist :} go follow @pallid-and-malapert if ya wanna see him be miserable in Italy. Also send asks

[kalamity-jayne]

Is it okay for cis men to ask your questions ?

Depends. If it is a normal question you may go ahead and ask, but I have no time at all for crass malaperts. So, if you plan on asking about my body or about sex know that I will only answer such impertinent questions under one condition.

My one condition is a mere trifle, anyone could do it if they really set their mind to it. All you have to do is renounce your manhood and come back with proof of your prescription for estrogen. Prove to me you've got enough grit and gumption to become a woman and I will answer all of your questions.

[lemonsweet]

Didn't even remember what this word meant and it being why I named malapert that good job 2019 me