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euphiea · 11 months

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[NEW FILE UPLOADED]: STATUS: LEAKED//CORRUPTED ↳ Avatar ↳ Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite ↳ Synopses: the humidity gets under your skin, eats away at your resolve until you’re covered in the red of your own choices.

Euphoria's Annotations: ##Age difference (Reader is 19) || ##Jake doesn't exist || ##Instructor x Student Implied || ##Scissoring || ##Light Praise + Degradation

The majority of your younger years, your most impressionable, were spent listening to men and their boyish hunting schemes, the same plans recycled and painted over, and you used to give them the benefit of the doubt. If the same animals are being hunted, there’s no need to stray from what’s known to work.

The art of discernment is like an achievement how it hit you, as if Eywa herself had been whispering it in your ear the entire time, and your mushy excuse of a brain took longer than necessary to process it. Communities don’t often flourish by force, but rather, out of boredom. Boredom that festers when life has mirrored one too many times and grown tired of its own reflection.

Just because it works, doesn’t mean you have to do it.

It’s stupid, sure, perhaps even reckless, but it’s kept your arrows sharp and the adrenaline stinging. To hunt is to provide, but what good is risking your life for the betterment of your people, if you aren’t getting anything out of it? Food lacks taste without spices and herbs, your feet slip more when you’re bored, and questions of your credentials are met with initial shrugs and skinned Talioang heads outside of tents—not long after, either.

Hunting is not difficult. In fact, it’s too easy, not challenging or entertaining enough for you to put up with getting bossed around. There have been times you’ve offered suggestions, one time you were directed to stay in the shadows and shoot from afar, you said the beast was going to get away injured or not, for it had too much of a head-start. It was thrown to the winds, and had one of your peers not been perched in a tree, you would’ve been correct.

You are the student for a reason, an elder once said to you, it’s your place to learn, not teach. You sighed and said there’s nothing to learn.

It’s this trait alone that’s gotten you in trouble. They say you act as if you don’t care, as if risking your or anyone else’s life isn’t a crime of morale, as if those whose bodies have been left for dead in the very soil you trudge mean nothing—your hands shake and you pinch crescent moons into your skin, your own shadow questions your identity, your eligibility to belong.

Water off the back generally—not much complaining when bellies are full, and you’re not spitefully disrespectful—still, some nights, you find yourself huddled under a tree basking in blinding fluorescents, tears wringing your esophagus thin until you’ve given up, and they’re forced to flow. Those nights Eywa hears from you the most. Your troubles and fears, they taint the fiery spirit searing your eyes, you just can’t seem to do anything right.

You just assumed she didn’t have time to listen, and you were fine with that. Fine with the inkling, the idea, that she might be there, nodding along and frowning when you cut yourself off to sob, but she’s busy with other, more pressing matters to fret over, and your problems are certainly nowhere near as crucial. Especially considering you’re the very root of them. You never learn your lesson, why would she listen?

Until one day, when you snuck away from the main group in the midst of their distraction, tumbling across branches, bracing yourself on vines, you so happened to turn around and find an arrow one hair away from your nose. The arrow of Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite, the woman tasked with overseeing you.

It had to be Eywa’s way of answering you, of brushing your tears.

The forest heat is that of an invisible, insulated blanket meant to weaken and trap. Sweat sticks to your skin, and the excessive wetness permits you to turn your nose up at water, as refreshing as it looks. The thought of drinking it digs a pit in your stomach like no other, and this is yet another trait of yours looked down on: your acceptance of dehydration.

No matter, it’s the least of your worries. The lightest of your problems, when it’s Neytiri weighing on you.

Your chest rises and falls in light gasps, on pace with the jerking of your tits as the woman ruts her hips into yours, causing the crown of your head to dismissively tap the tree base you weren’t always so close to. You’re hidden underneath a giant leaf, away from the rest of your group tasked with finding your own hunt; ever so often she turns her head, her ears twitching, listening for their presence. She’s named the greatest tracker for a reason.

The feeling of her cunt humping the throb of your clit is dizzying you. She has your left leg hooked over her shoulder, slick sounds of wetness pierce the clouds of your daze, but it only thickens with each bump of her clit.

“‘Tiri,” You whine, angry nipples peaked with arousal. Neytiri’s gilded eyes are glazed over, it’s the proof of her own heat, proof you aren’t alone in your condition, if you didn’t need it so bad you’d accuse her of using you.

Sometimes she looks at you like you’re the bane of her existence, and Eywa, the warmth that bakes in your stomach taints your soul. The look in her eye is unrecognizable, so unfocused yet trained, she tears away from the object of your desires with a silent sneer bearing her teeth.

“Loud," She warns under her breath, hunching over to hump into you more. As her warm breath fans your face, you flatten your palms against the wood, bracing yourself. "Too loud, my sweet girl. What will happen if we're caught?"

The sensations revolving around the pressure are numbing, butterflies erupt in your belly at the nickname, she only calls you this when your pussy's wet. Liquid heat spills from the cracks of your heart, so open and vulnerable for her, and trickles down your torso, igniting at your expense as she throbs against you. A whimper escapes your bitten lips, you're doing your best to be quiet for her, to be good. She hasn't called you good.

You can feel all of it, how her clit twitches when you scratch at her arm, her body's sweat gluing your leg, her wetness dripping down your clit to join the pool underneath you—it's overwhelming.

Your sounds aren't answer enough, she slaps the skin of your tits in another warning, eliciting a wet shudder out of you.

"You’ll—punish me, miss." No louder than a whisper, and it's pathetic, even for you.

A low, honeyed moan vibrates her throat as she quickens her pace. She catches your jaw and digs her nails into your cheeks, almost as absent minded as you are. Neytiri's more responsible than you are, her rank was earned, it didn't fall out of the sky. Her punishments when you're disobedient are unrelenting, by the end of them she's reduced you to a sobbing mess, begging for mercy.

"So messy. I can feel how wet you are, all this for me, mm?"

You nod, babbling yes, it is for her, so close to saying you belong to her, that you're her property, and it's like she senses it. She grips your right tit and thumbs your nipples, pure pleasure erupts in mere sparks, but it's heightened, because it's her.

"I watch you, you know. You hump your pillows at night and dirty your sheets—"

You gasp, back arching into her chest, and she pushes you back down.

"—You rub your thighs together when you're crouched. You make it so easy for me. Such a needy girl. You can't hide from me, and you know it."

A knot coils in the depths of your tummy, a ball that grows and tightens at her words, only intensifying the pulsations between your legs. Neytiri hums, long, rough fingers smoothing down your torso.

"Please, please, I've been—good. 've been good for you, 'Tiri, please," You sob, mindlessly canting your hips into hers, and she hisses. "'m gonna cum, miss, please make me cum--"

She shushes your pleads and your pleads alone, your tongue slacks in your mouth, unable to form many words, so it resorts to hushed gasps and whines. You hate that she's right, you are easy, and you want her all the time. You're a terrible liar, you make it obvious in the sense that she knows you're hiding something from her.

Neytiri's stubborn streak clashes with your avoidance, she pulls when you push, and your escape attempts never fail to end in vain. An intellect like hers doesn't let much get past, when your eyes linger on her chest, when you shy away at her touches and your legs are too shaky for proper landing, resulting in unfamiliar clumsiness—she knows.

"Let it out, come on. Maybe now you can focus, mm? Can't hunt when your pussy's wet, can you?" Neytiri presses, relishing in the way you choke, how your eyes roll to the back of your head, it's amusing to her, a sight to see. "Pretty, pretty girl. Let—haa, haa—fuck, let me take care of you, baby, show me how good I make you feel."

Hole pulsating against her clit, your release takes you by surprise, she covers your mouth just in time to dampen your high keen. Pleasure drowns you in waves, bouts of heat thrum against your skin before spilling out, your hips twitching as if to milk yourself.

Neytiri does a finer job of that on her own, calms her erratic pace to drawn-out thrusts, knowing how sensitive your clit gets when you cum.

"There it is, cum for me," She encourages, her hand catching your burning tears, "Good girl, so obedient, for me."

It's stickier now, the feel of her lips slotted against yours. You cum so much harder when she humps you, makes you feel pathetic, degrades you with how desperate the act is. Despite the feel of your skull imploding on itself and the distant shivers that clench your stomach, it doesn't take long for you to catch your breath.

Neytiri's hips slow to a stop as she brushes your hair out of your face. Her thumbs caress your cheeks with newfound gentleness, admiration softens her eyes.

"…Come, we must continue."

#neytiri x reader smut #hey #i wrote this in two hours #neytiri x reader #neytiri x fem!reader #neytiri x fem!reader smut

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apparitionism · 1 year

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Tabled 4

And on we go, @barbarawar , as I continue to try your patience with this incremental approach to telling a @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange story about coffees and consequences. Where we last left our duo: Helena had proposed adjourning to a hotel room so as to avoid continuing to attract attention for disorderly behavior (i.e., launching coffees at each other, followed by raised voices) at O’Hare Airport—that transitory place where Myka had intended to have a final coffee with Helena before telling her goodbye and returning to the Warehouse to face a future she doesn’t really want. Part 1, part 2, and part 3 explained the tables, books, beverages, and lies that led to this point.

Tabled 4

The trek to the hotel is arduous. No conversation. Myka appreciates the tacit agreement she and Helena seem to have made to wait for the space, but she’s bowed by what it’s added: multiple steamer trunks of existential weight, all of them balanced on her head, her shoulders, such that it’s labor for her even to turn her head in Helena’s direction.

Nevertheless they navigate, side by side, destination mutual. That’s weight too.

All Myka is physically carrying is her laptop case; she’d told herself, “I can work on reports on the plane. Or prepare remarks.” Instead she’d sat on the plane. It might as well have crashed; she was already braced for impact. Braced, yet again. For all the impacts.

Helena is similarly unencumbered, but without even a work-pretense: only a slim little bag, its strap a delicate suggestion of metallic braid that adorns her shoulder. She offers the sleekest of presentations, with even her stained sweater somehow managing to speak to her apparent surety that whatever the thoughts of those regarding her might be, they’ll redound to her benefit.

Myka, on the other hand, wants to hold her case to her sullied chest, or better yet fold herself entirely over, to hide this... evidence. She hates giving anyone grounds for a negative inference, and the uncomplimentary list of things any given observer might take the smirch as evidence of is infinite.

She herself has felt that “redound to my benefit” certainty only in the rarest of circumstances. Once or twice, though, it’s happened when Helena was the one regarding her, giving Myka a fully confident sense of I know you like everything you see, and even better, you like it just the way I want it to be liked. Transporting, when it happened.

Helena chooses that moment to turn ever so slightly, meeting Myka’s eyes ever so briefly... as if in appreciative echo of the past.

It prompts Myka to think on a different kind of evidence: what she and Helena provide, as they pace beside each other through the airport. It could oh so easily support the idea that they’re traveling together, which in turn leads to the infinitely better idea that they might be traveling together.

Indulge, she tells herself, and the granting of permission... it shifts the weight.

Who are we, this me, this Helena, traveling together... traveling together. She starts simple: We’re Warehouse agents on a retrieval. But of course that’s too easy. Okay, instead, we’re... dealers in rare books? Better... And we’re heading to an auction... wait, no, we’re heading home (home together), home from an auction, one that yielded a rare first edition of... oh, let’s say The Invisible Man... and the auctioneer unfortunately made a slightly incorrect statement about its original serialization... one that Helena felt she had to counter emphatically... leading to the first fistfight ever seen at that auction house...

Myka can easily picture the self-satisfied snarl-smile Helena would have worn as she decked the ill-informed auctioneer. The ease with which she can conjure such a moment... that, paradoxically, is yet more weight.

Even so, she warms further to the story, folding in their coffee stains: On this first leg of our trip home (home together), there was dramatic, beverage-service-disrupting turbulence... but we got through it with only wardrobe-related disasters... which is to say, we protected the first edition...

The fantasy looms real enough for Myka to put her hand against her case, casting an impossible wish for confirmation that it holds a precious book.

When her wish isn’t granted, she’s nonsensically crestfallen. Her indulgence now seems yet another blunder, as foretold by that other... book. (She can’t get all the way to “precious,” not this minute, an aspersion of omission for which she’s pretty sure she’ll be expected to apologize.)

Remember that future, Myka tells herself. She pronounces those words in her head, and she’s half tempted to say them to Helena, too, despite the fact that she’d have no idea what it’s about. Though she might ask what it’s about... and Myka can’t land on whether she would hate or thrill to offering an explanation. I used an artifact, she might begin. Because of you. She might go on: And I lied about it. Also because of you.

That might get her a snarl-smile of her own. Maybe even a fistfight.

In the end she stays silent; it’s the theme of this hotel-destined journey. She should rather have focused on Helena, with no imaginings; should rather have just looked, no matter how great the weight. What would observers have concluded then?

You just told yourself a story about that.

As they near the hotel desk, Helena says, “Allow me,” and Myka... does. Because, for good or ill, Helena is the driver. If she were not, Myka would be at a gate, sitting and waiting for a flight, her mission nearing completion. Instead, she’s standing a good distance away from Helena in a hotel lobby, calling Steve, saying, “I’m pretty sure I’m missing my plane.”

The response in her ear: “Because...?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Really? No.”

“Good. But if anybody else asks—”

“And when you say ‘anybody else.’”

Myka sighs. “I mean protect me.”

“By saying what?”

“I’m stuck in an airport.”

“You believe that,” Steve says, with a little wondering hitch.

“Oh how I do.” She laughs, just a half-huff. “Oh how I’d prefer not to.”

She hears, “Is that Myka? Where is she?” It’s Claudia (not Pete, thank god), in the background.

“Stuck in an airport,” Steve says.

“Weather?” Claudia asks, now close to the phone.

“Storms,” Myka tells her.

“That sucks,” Claudia pronounces. “See you when the climate gods dispensate some dispensation.”

After a pause—presumably waiting till Claudia leaves earshot—Steve says, “You’re getting really good at this.”

“This?”

“Letting language slip. To do the dirty work.”

“Good at this,” Myka echoes, belatedly. She knows it now as cause for despair. She’s painfully aware that the work is dirty, but... she’s developing a facility. That’s what’s wrong. “I’ll try to get worse.”

“After the storms?”

“During,” she says, because speaking in private should—at the very least and very last, it should—entail saying what she really means. Not letting anything slip.

Should. Which doesn’t, dirty or otherwise, mean “will.”

“Take care,” Steve says.

“I don’t know how,” Myka concludes. It’s a weird way to end a phone call, but Steve seems to know it’s right.

Helena has decorously waited to approach, but now her seemingly eager “Shall we?”, key card in hand, is a painful parody of the invitation Myka has dreamed of for years. If it had happened in those earlier years, it could have been an invitation to everything. Now it’s just an invitation to... blunders. And their contribution to an end.

The existential weight lowers again onto Myka—countdown-tragic now—as she waits out the rise of the elevator (its mirrored walls too harsh) and the walk through the corridor (its canned lights too artificial). It freights even the too-sunny chirp of the key card’s success, as Helena inserts it into the door.

As Helena pushes the door’s handle down in further proof of that success, she looks over her shoulder at Myka with something like delight—but is it delight at this circumstance, this promise of new privacy? Or is it another instance of her generalized thrill at an encounter with technology? That she might not yet be so familiar with as to be jaded by this aspect of modernity is... something very like heartwarming. But also painful, because how many Helena-delighted-by-the-new episodes has Myka been deprived of witnessing? How many episodes of anything and everything Helena-related has Myka been deprived of witnessing?

And what is the consequence of letting herself know that as deprivation? And, more, feeling that deprivation as pain?

Helena pushes the door open and strides across the threshold, but Myka hesitates, hoping for... something. Purpose? All that comes to her is a maxim: never go in without knowing how you’ll get out.

Where Helena is concerned, Myka has never known how she’ll get out. Ridiculous to think she could start now.

She goes in.

The quiet: that’s what strikes her first. The closing of the door behind her is a muted snick; after it, there is no noise at all.

Then she apprehends scent: antiseptic overlain with some ruse of spice, as if “clean” couldn’t possibly be enough to justify the undoubtedly absurdly high price of the room. Of course it probably couldn’t; nevertheless Helena had paid it. Myka wants to resent that, but she’s the one who acquiesced to that “allow me.”

The scrimmed light from the window allows her eyes to discern only the barest detail, but they’re drawn immediately to... of course. A table. Metallically, shinily, obviously, a table. It’s small and round, seemingly innocuous (too low to sit at), but Myka skirts it. She sets her laptop case on the less-threatening desk.

Helena lays her own bag on the bed. The bed, which Myka had intended to ignore. Then she turns, eyes still eagerly alight, to face deskside-anchored Myka.

The look sends Myka back to ideas of I can’t do this, or maybe what she means is I can’t feel this, but that isn’t right either, for what she feels isn’t singular; instead it’s I can’t feel these, these battering, battling threads of sensation she can’t untangle. “Why are we here,” she says, groping, suddenly dull, feeling the air numb around her.

“For speaking,” Helena says. Over there. By the bed. “Freely. As you agreed we should.”

But where is the freedom? The table reminds Myka of constraint, and even the room’s privacy—this new, behind-a-locked-door privacy—chains her, making her question every movement, lest it speak as she doesn’t intend. Or does intend but shouldn’t intend. Paralysis. “What do you want to say?” she asks.

Whatever Helena wants to say, she wants to accompany it with a head-toss, followed by a contemptuous exhale. Quite a performance, at the conclusion of which she snorts and juts her hands at Myka. “At the very least, more words about the unbelievability of your putative romantic choices.” Contempt coats it all.

“You don’t know what’s in my heart,” Myka says. She means it as a dismissive judgment—of Helena’s continuing to insist that she knows how Myka feels or doesn’t feel about Pete (although of course, Myka has to concede privately, she does know)—but, more broadly, of Helena’s not bothering herself to know how Myka has felt about anything. Not for a very long time.

“I’m aware,” Helena says, and then, as if she’s heard Myka’s more-broad thoughts, she says, “I’m very aware.” Then she stops—another of those curiosity-piquing pauses—leaving Myka to wonder what’s next. What is: “So tell me,” she says. Soft. Sincere.

“Why?” Myka asks. “What will it change?”

“For one thing, you will have said it. Rather than simply felt it.”

“Said it to you, you mean,” she accuses. Right: something might change for Helena.

“Ah. You’ve spoken of this to others. Perhaps your sister? And have you found that unburdening to be helpful?”

That’s soft and sincere too, but internally, Myka snarls, with no smile, You can keep your therapy questions. I have all the Abigail I can handle on that front. She wouldn’t answer such a question no matter who asked it, and she is neither ready nor willing to explain Steve—Steve and what he’s meant. Instead, she says, “This room has a coffeemaker,” despite not knowing that for sure. But it must. “I’m going to find it and... use it.” A neutral action, that’s what she needs.

“I’ll watch you,” Helena says.

So much for neutral.

But turning her back on Helena... surprisingly, it loosens her. The gaze is on her, and she feels it, but she doesn’t have to meet it. She finds the coffeemaker on the bureau and begins the process: water, cups, coffee packets, filter basket. Of course it isn’t neutral, would never have been, but being occupied, putting something in that space between—standing and looking was never going to get them anywhere, given that it never did in the past—it lightens the atmosphere. It’s a purpose. It’s a purpose against which Myka can, and thus determines to, slide a question of her own.

“So you had this realization that there was ‘someone else’,” Myka says, making the quotation marks as clear as she vocally can, “and you broke up with him?”

“Essentially,” Helena says.

To her... credit?... it’s not an objection to the topic shift. Or to the quotation marks. But it’s also profoundly not informative. “What, seriously”—Myka had nearly made the mistake of saying “honestly”—“is that supposed to mean?” She turns around, away from her coffee task; the machine’s begun to noise, anyway, so it doesn’t need her.

Helena’s aspect doesn’t indicate that the renewed eye contact is meaningful. She says, “That is supposed to mean you have identified the essence of what occurred.”

More details are clearly not forthcoming. Back up. Ask something else. “Why did you go to that place at all? Why go there and make yourself so... small?”

The very idea is tragic—even worse, pathetic. Helena’s slight dip of head, signaling at least partial agreement, offers pathos too. “Safety,” she says. “Mrs. Frederic said I’d be safe there.”

“I could have kept you safe. Why didn’t she say that?” Myka hears herself getting louder now, angry at all the conversations, decisions, interactions that were kept from her, that she had a right to be part of, all these clandestine resolutions to problems that she and Helena deserved to solve together.

“She had other plans for you,” is the reason Helena gives. Pathos there too. It’s awful.

“What about my plans for me?” Myka cries, and it must have been audible all over the hotel, this nearest she’s ever come to a barbaric yawp, and it’s about all of it: Mrs. Frederic and Pete and expectations and everyone thinking they know and no one knowing, not even Helena, who might have been the only one who could have really known but went away, was taken away, and now Myka is going to have to push her away and this is exactly why she turned to the book: to steal back the tatters of her own capacity, one small bit of augury at a time.

“You work for the Warehouse,” Helena says.

It’s a bald truth. It’s why little auguries are all Myka has. But it splits her open, too, for it tells nothing at all about why Helena did what she did, and she shouts a new accusation into the yawning gap: “You don’t!” And another: “Since when do you bend the knee to authority?”

Helena straightens her spine. “Since authority rendered me incorporeal and suggested I would be returned to that state if I didn’t do as I was told.” She lowers her chin, giving that spine one more bit of extension. “I was disinclined to stop living.”

It breaks Myka. No, it re-breaks her. She knows she should say things, including “but you redeemed yourself” and “so what’s different now,” but all she can in fact do is reach out a hand and touch Helena.

Maybe that’s what Helena intended, but even if it is...

Between any two people, it might be nothing: a simple right hand resting upon a left shoulder, followed by a run down that left arm, to the left elbow, then wrist, brushing against a left hand’s fingers, falling away.

But it’s Myka’s right hand. It’s Helena’s left shoulder. Helena’s arm. Helena’s elbow, wrist, fingers.

They’re behind a locked door.

TBC

#bering and wells #Warehouse 13 #fanfic #Tabled #B&W holiday gift exchange #part 4 #barbarawar #I have to confess:#I love the word 'fistfight'#but don't worry #Myka and Helena won't resort to physical violence #other than the coffee-weaponization kind #because even if you remove bodies from the equation #they have no trouble doing violence to each other #or maybe it's that they do have trouble #and removing bodies from the equation makes it worse #which is not to say that adding bodies back in necessarily makes it better

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a-gal-with-taste · 2 years

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loveloveloveloveLOVE young!silco with tattoos! could we have silcos reaction for a reader getting a tattoo?? maybe of the eye of zaun?!?!

Oh ho ho! Cue me wishing I didn't have a crippling-fear of needles for the thousandth time in my life, love to get something for Arcane 🥲 (@lemmielem has some AMAZING designs, for anyone interested out there!)

Warnings: SFW. Drabble, established-relationship, tattoos, wlight suggestive

For the first couple minutes, you said nothing. Simply hung your coat up as normal by the door, relishing in the familiar and comforting sensations of pen scratching across paper, and haze of smoke clouding thinly in the air.

"Jinx enjoyed her first round for the lineart... funnily enough, the artist managed to keep the lines mostly-straight, even though she was bouncing in the seat the entire time."

"She's been rather eager to get it done for weeks now," Silco acknowledged, not looking up from his paperwork, even as the phantom of a smile crossed over his face. "She's kept her little doodles for reference for well over a year now. It's unsurprising a child such as herself would be so enthusiastic to watch them come to life on her skin."

"Yep," You agreed, popping the end of the word as you walked over to the other side of his desk, bracing your hands on top of it before leaning slightly forward. "Totally agree, Sil." There's a pause, as the kingpin takes note of the suspicious nature in your voice, and glances up.

And than immediately finds his gaze dropping down, past your shit-eating grin, your neck, collarbone, and the low, low cut of your shirt.

"... my lovely."

"Hm?"

"You... you seem to have done something different."

"Did I?" You ask in faux surprise, tilting your head as your fingers come up to brush some invisible hair away. Specifically trailing over the fresh ink barely peeking over the low-cut of your shirt, just above your heart, the line-symbol stark in bright neon-green just at the curve of your breast. It matches the symbol, still new, that hangs outside The Last Drop. "Funny, I haven't gotten a haircut..."

There's a short exhale, bordering a chuckle, as the pen is lowered onto the desk with a definitive click, and several more follow before you turn to meet your partner as he stands before you. Unsubtly, duo-colored eyes studies the new marking on your skin with a pleased look as you cheekily grin up at him, batting your lashes. "Aw... you like it?"

"My symbol on you? It has it's benefits... and it looks excellent. Like it was meant to be." The corners of Silco's lips curl, as his hands ghosts up along your side as you chuckle, joking lightly, "Look at you, being romantic about a little ink..."

The laughter ends in a sharp inhale as the long-fingered hand cups you, the calloused thumb shifting slightly to ghost over the marked skin. Raw as it is, the touch is ensured to be light as Silco gently traces the line of the tattoo on your skin, a pleased glint in Silco's eye as he brings his gaze back up to you.

"It looks good on you, dear."

"Sounds a bit self-serving, Silco. Of course you'd think your symbol looks good..." You counter with a small eyeroll, one that's quick to melt into a smile as the hand drops to loop around your waist, pulling you forward for Silco to press his lips to your hairline. You feel the faint smile on your skin, before he points out almost slyly, "It looks immensely better on the pretty canvas it happens to be on, my lovely."

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mahavirdental · 5 months

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Unlocking the Smiles of Petlad: A Comprehensive Guide to Braces Treatment

Nestled in the heart of Gujarat, Petlad is a town that resonates with vibrant culture and warm smiles. As the pursuit of a perfect smile becomes increasingly prevalent, the residents of Petlad are fortunate to have access to advanced dental care, including braces treatment. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the world of braces in Petlad, addressing frequently asked questions (FAQs) to help you make informed decisions for yourself or your loved ones

Subheading 1: Understanding Braces Treatment

Braces, a time-tested orthodontic solution, have evolved over the years to cater to a wide range of dental issues. From misaligned teeth to bite irregularities, braces are designed to gradually move teeth into their optimal positions. Petlad's dental clinics offer a variety of braces, including traditional metal braces, ceramic braces, and invisible aligners, providing options that suit individual preferences and lifestyles.

Subheading 2: The Braces Process Demystified

Many residents in Petlad may be curious about the braces process. The treatment typically begins with a comprehensive orthodontic evaluation, during which the dentist assesses the patient's dental condition and recommends the most suitable type of braces. Once the braces are fitted, regular check-ups are scheduled to monitor progress and make any necessary adjustments. Patients are guided through proper oral hygiene practices to maintain healthy teeth and gums throughout the treatment.

Subheading 3: FAQs About Braces Treatment in Petlad

Q1: What age is suitable for braces treatment?

A: While braces are commonly associated with adolescents, individuals of all ages can benefit from orthodontic treatment. Petlad's dental clinics cater to children, teenagers, and adults, tailoring treatment plans to meet the unique needs of each age group.

Q2: Are there alternatives to traditional metal braces?

A: Absolutely! Petlad offers a range of alternatives, including ceramic braces and invisible aligners. Ceramic braces blend with the natural tooth color, providing a discreet option, while invisible aligners offer a nearly invisible solution for those seeking a more aesthetic approach.

Q3: How long does the braces treatment take?

A: The duration of braces treatment varies depending on the complexity of the dental issues. On average, treatment can last anywhere from 18 months to 2 years. Petlad's experienced orthodontists work closely with patients to ensure a personalized treatment plan with realistic timelines.

Q4: Do braces cause discomfort?

A: It's common to experience some discomfort or soreness during the initial days after braces are fitted or adjusted. However, Petlad's dental professionals take proactive measures to minimize discomfort and provide guidance on managing any temporary discomfort.

Q5: Can braces interfere with daily activities?

A: Braces are designed to be minimally invasive, allowing individuals to carry on with their daily activities without significant disruption. While there may be an adjustment period, most people adapt quickly to their new oral care routine.

Conclusion:

In Petlad, the journey to a confident and radiant smile is supported by a dedicated team of dental professionals offering top-notch braces treatment. Whether you're a parent exploring options for your child or an individual seeking orthodontic solutions, Petlad's dental clinics are equipped to provide personalized care that aligns with your unique needs. Embrace the transformative power of braces and take a step closer to the smile you've always dreamed of in the heart of Gujarat.

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goddesstrolls · 11 months

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Okahni crouched in the bushes, over a small ring of stones encircling a bowl full of fresh blood.

He listened intently for signs that someone might approach; This was just a patch of woodland amidst the urban sprawl, and it being the middle of the night, there were plenty of trolls around.

Satisfied that he was alone, he gestured a hand over the stones, guiding the magic as he murmured the rites of the spell. Runes carved on the stones glowed faintly, indicating that at least something had happened, and then he plucked the stones from the ground.

He tucked them away in the many inner pockets of his cloak, and then retrieved a brush, dipping it in the blood and beginning to draw runes on his skin.

He covered every inch of his arms in runes, and then he mixed some of the blood with a black powder. This, he smudged on his face, over his eyes and across his brow until every bit of skin of his upper face had been covered.

Okahni then brought the bowl to his lips, and poured what little blood remained into his mouth but did not swallow it. He wiped the bowl clean, and then put it away in his cloak.

He pulled his gaiter over the lower half of his face, and wound black bandages around his arms and hands, hiding every bit of rune-marked skin. He pulled up his hood, checked that his swords were secure at his hips, and straightened.

Listening intently to his surroundings, he moved through the trees towards a nearby building. It was a dark night, and that was to his benefit.

He scaled the building with ease, the rough concrete providing decent enough footholds. With another glance around, he determined no one had seen him, and then he moved towards a protrusion on the building’s rooftop. A vent jutted out from it, and that he made his way towards.

The vent cover was simply screwed in place, but he had no need of removing them. Hot air blasted out of it, but that was the least of his concerns.

Okahni gestured by drawing a line with his fingertip from the top of his brow, down the bridge of his nose. Beneath the bandages, the runes of blood he had drawn glowed slightly. Starting from his arms, his form became incorporeal; He slipped through the vent cover, his arms becoming corporeal again within moments and he braced against the sides of the vent. The rest of his body became corporeal in suit, leaving him quite solid within the vent. He began to crawl, slowly, careful to distribute his weight so he did not warp the metal and make much noise.

Having already plotted out his course, it didn’t take him long to find his destination at the end of the vent system. He peered through the gaps in the cover, and to his surprise, found no one in the room beyond.

Making the same gesture as before, drawing an invisible line from his brow down the bridge of his nose, he again became incorporeal and passed through the cover. He landed silently on the floor, corporeal by the time he landed.

The room was small, and cramped, one wall taken up by an expanse of multiple screens displaying camera feeds, and a closed laptop sitting on a light desk. From what he’d heard, someone was meant to be in this room at all times, and the fact that there was no one indicated that someone was bound to be back soon.

But at least he didn’t have to kill anyone. He’d expected to have to.

Okahni slid over to the door and drew in a breath through his nose, and began to run his fingertips slowly over the gap between the door and the frame.

The metal of both parts melted and fused. A slight gust of cool wind blowing in through the gap both cooled the metal, and brought any smoke that might have escaped and been noticed by someone outside into the small room. Okahni brought his fingers all the way around the frame, leaving space only for the electronic lock.

Then he turned his attention to the screens behind him, taking in the camera feeds and the information he needed from them, before gesturing over his face once more to become incorporeal and climbing back into the vent.

He moved along slowly until he reached his second destination. This one was a ten foot drop to the vent cover below.

Using his limbs to brace himself against the sides of the vent, Okahni inched his way down, and then made himself incorporeal again at the bottom.

He peeked carefully through, and finding the room below empty, slipped entirely through the vent. He flipped mid-air and landed silently on his feet.

Distant voices carried from another room. He glanced towards them, listening for a moment, before looking up towards a camera mounted on the wall of the large, open room.

He knew from the feed that none of them currently could see him, and that the camera he was looking at was trained on his desired path and target. Fortunately, it was the only one.

Okahni made a swift gesture in the air, an invisible cutter rushing towards the camera. The cutter sliced the camera into neat pieces, and with another gesture, the pieces lowered themselves to the ground- Carried by a strong draft of wind, carefully manipulated so it did not whistle or rush against the wall.

With the camera taken care of, Okahni darted to his target: A Tanikar artifact stolen by the Empire hundreds of sweeps ago.

He retrieved the brush he had used to draw the runes on his skin, and pushed it carefully between his lips, dipping it in the blood still held in his mouth. Then he gestured to become incorporeal, and moved his hand through the glass of the display.

Okahni drew runes on the artifact- A necklace- Repeating this process a few times until he had drawn enough. Then he put the brush away, and phased his hand through the glass again. This time, when he put his hand on the artifact and focused, it became incorporeal as well. Having to activate the spell to first reach through the glass and contact the necklace, it had to be activated again on the necklace itself in order to become incorporeal until he was holding it.

He pulled the artifact through the glass, and tucked it into his cloak. Voices still carried from the other room, but they were growing more distant. His work now finished, Okahni returned to the spot beneath the vent.

He jumped upwards- Forming a brief platform of air beneath his feet as he reached the fullest height of his leap, and then springing off that until he reached the vent. He activated the spell to become incorporeal and slipped through the vent cover.

Okahni left the same way he’d entered, climbing out through the vent on the roof and then jumping down from the building. He escaped into the woods of the park surrounding the museum, entirely unnoticed.

#okahni ic #okahni taraze #bastdrabbles #okahni writing #aaand thats a wrap

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dreadgrace-a · 7 months

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Lark's gear + benefits.

note: Lark will decline any changes to her armor and will not wear rings or other amulets. all armor pieces and undershirt are dyed black with violet accents.

Drow Studded Leather Armor:

15 AC

Aura of Murder: Enemies within 2m become vulnerable to piercing damage, unless they are resistant or immune to it.

Ambusher: Gain a +2 bonus to initiative rolls

Assassin of Bhaal Cowl:

Murderous Sight: You can see in the dark up to 3m. In addition, you gain a +2 bonus to initiative rolls.

See Invisibility (Level 2 Divination Spell): become able to see invisible creatures, and possibly reveal them to others.

until Long Rest | 9m range | Saving throw: dexterity

Bhaalist Gloves:

Garrotte

Attack +1

Lark's Boots:

Misty Step

Amulet of Bhaal (carefully sewn into her clothing):

Rush Attack, Lacerate, Brace

First Blood: On a hit, inflict Bleeding upon targets that have maximum hit points

Glaive +2

1d10+2 damage

Dagger +3 (2)

1d6+3 damage

Deathly Slumber: Deals an additional 1d4 Necrotic Damage to creatures that are Knocked Out or Sleeping

total additional bonuses: +4 initiative, +1 attack

#saved.#anyway! that's it for now (though updates may come)#ignore the cape tho.

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mapledental · 8 months

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The Benefits of Invisalign: Straighten Your Smile Discreetly

A confident smile can transform not only your appearance but also your self-esteem. If you're considering orthodontic treatment to straighten your teeth, you might be worried about the prospect of traditional braces with metal wires and brackets. Fortunately, there's a discreet alternative that's gaining popularity – Invisalign. In this blog post, we'll explore the numerous benefits of Invisalign, the clear aligner system that can help you achieve a beautiful, straight smile without drawing attention to your orthodontic journey.

1.Virtually Invisible

One of the most significant advantages of Invisalign is its near-invisibility. Unlike traditional braces, Invisalign uses clear, custom-made aligners that fit snugly over your teeth. These aligners are made from a smooth, transparent plastic material, making them barely noticeable when you're wearing them. This means you can straighten your teeth without feeling self-conscious about your appearance.

2. Comfortable and Removable

Invisalign aligners are not only discreet but also comfortable. They don't have sharp wires or brackets that can irritate your cheeks, lips, or tongue. Instead, the aligners are custom-designed for a snug yet comfortable fit. Moreover, Invisalign aligners are removable, allowing you to take them out when eating, drinking, brushing, and flossing. This means you can enjoy your favourite foods without restrictions and maintain excellent oral hygiene throughout your treatment.

3. Effective Treatment for Various Issues

Invisalign is a versatile orthodontic solution that can address a wide range of dental issues, including crowded teeth, spacing problems, overbites, underbites, and crossbites. Your orthodontist will create a personalized treatment plan tailored to your specific needs, ensuring that you achieve the desired results.

4. Predictable Results with Advanced Technology

Invisalign treatment leverages cutting-edge technology to provide predictable and efficient results. Through 3D computer imaging, your orthodontist can create a virtual model of your teeth and plan the step-by-step movements required to achieve your ideal smile. This means you'll have a clear understanding of what to expect throughout the treatment process.

5. Reduced Treatment Time

In many cases, Invisalign can offer faster results compared to traditional braces. While the duration of treatment varies depending on individual factors, the average treatment time with Invisalign is often shorter. Regular check-ups with your orthodontist will ensure that your progress is on track, and adjustments can be made as needed.

6. Minimal Disruption to Your Lifestyle

Invisalign aligners are designed to fit seamlessly into your life. Their discreet appearance and comfort mean you can continue your daily activities, whether at work, school, or social events, without feeling self-conscious. Since there are no dietary restrictions and maintenance is straightforward, Invisalign causes minimal disruption to your lifestyle.

Invisalign offers a host of benefits that make it a compelling choice for anyone seeking to straighten their smile discreetly and comfortably. With its near-invisibility, versatility, predictability, and convenience, Invisalign can help you achieve the beautiful smile you've always wanted without the inconveniences often associated with traditional braces.

If you're interested in Invisalign treatment, consult with a qualified orthodontist who can assess your unique needs and create a personalized plan to transform your smile. Don't let concerns about orthodontic treatment hold you back from achieving the confidence that comes with a beautifully aligned smile. Embrace the benefits of Invisalign and embark on your journey to straighter teeth and enhanced self-esteem.

At Maple Dental, your trusted dentist in Hesperia, we're proud to offer Invisalign – an innovative orthodontic solution with numerous advantages. Invisalign's clear aligners are nearly invisible, making them an aesthetically pleasing option for straightening your teeth. Say goodbye to the discomfort of traditional braces with sharp wires and brackets. Invisalign is comfortable, removable, and customized to your needs, allowing you to enjoy your favourite foods and maintain optimal oral hygiene. With our expertise, you can achieve a straighter smile efficiently and predictably. Experience the discreet transformation of your teeth with Invisalign, available at Maple Dental in Hesperia.

Experience the transformative power of Invisalign at Maple Dental, your trusted Dentist in Hesperia. Call us at 760-949-7274 or visit our website https://mapledental.com/ to schedule your Invisalign consultation today!

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thedentalrootsclinic · 1 year

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The Dental Roots provides Invisalign teeth aligners in Gurgaon and Delhi, a type of orthodontic treatment that uses a series of Invisible, removable aligners to gradually straighten teeth. Invisalign braces offer several benefits compared to traditional braces. It is important to note that the suitability of Invisible aligners may vary depending on individual cases. Consult with an orthodontist at The Dental Roots to determine if Invisalign is the right treatment option for your specific needs.

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leichhardt-dentist · 11 months

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A Clear Aligners for Your Beautiful Teeth Invisalign Leichhardt Australia

Clear Aligners (Invisalign)

It is an innovative method of straightening teeth without brackets or wires. The aligners are made of clear plastic and look similar to teeth whitening trays or thin sports mouth guards. These aligners fit snugly against your teeth and are completely removable. Each set of aligners is worn for two-three weeks. After two- three weeks, you simply remove it and replace it with the next set in your custom- made series.

Orthodontics movement of teeth through conventional braces is often an undesirable option to many patients, especially adults. Clear aligners(Invisalign Leichhardt) technologyuses translucent trays called aligners that gradually move the teeth into proper alignment, while not compromising patient aesthetics throughout the treatment.

Benefits of Aligners:

Invisible, removable, comfortable, shorter treatment time and custom designed, don’t require brackets and wires, brushing and flossing require more effort. visit us at Leichhardt Dentist.

Clear Braces

Clear braces are a cosmetic alternative to traditional metal braces that blend in more with the natural color of the teeth and have a less obvious appearance.

Clear braces are the same as traditional metal braces except that they are clear! Clear braces are a less noticeable alternative to traditional metal braces and provide patients with an equally effective treatment.

Clear is a new era in Braces technology which gives you something to smile about. Clear Braces are a comfortable design with an attractive, translucent appearance. They offer all of the benefits of traditional Braces, function in the same way and have the same components; however, Clear Braces go virtually unnoticed.

Teeth whitening laser

Teeth whitening is a procedure that lightens teeth and helps remove stains and discoloration. This is a considered the most advanced form of teeth whitening. This technology is far more advanced and fast compare to traditional bleaching system. Laser whitening will get you smile that is four shades whiter in just 45 minute. We offer Sydney’s most competitive price for Teeth whitening. We will also provide you’re a professional whitening plan that is specially customized to your unique needs and smile. This technology is created to ensure the optimum safety, and comes in different treatment types and strengths to fit your lifestyle and sensitivity.

#Invisalign Leichhardt #invisible braces #transparent braces #orthodontist

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ravenousaberration · 11 months

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So many people compare mental illnesses to visible injuries like broken legs and say "imagine if they talked to this person on crutches the same way they talked to this person taking ADHD meds"

I like this comparison but I want to add onto it because I pulled a muscle in my neck yesterday and I as I sit here in pain I think it perfectly represents an invisible illness

Anyone who has pulled a muscle in their neck knows it sucks, it limits your range of motion a lot because bending over or even accidentally moving your head too fast (or sometimes at all even if your careful) will cause shooting pains through your neck.

You might have tasks that are way harder than usual, bending over to pick up objects might be something that turns from a trivial task to a painful and slow task so it takes up much more of your energy. Something like washing your hair in the shower might be next to impossible without excruciating pain so you decide to put it off until you feel better, because hurting your neck more might cause this to last longer.

Most people would believe if you told them you needed to take it easy for a few days while your neck recovered, even though they can't see the pain they still give you the benefit of the doubt because they know pulling a muscle hurts like hell. You take a few days and you are fine and catch up on all your busy work and chores.

But now imagine you were born with some sort of genetic difference that makes it way easier for you to sprain your neck or maybe you got into an accident and it fucked up your neck and you now pull a muscle almost weekly from just sleeping slightly wrong.

You are constantly falling behind others who can bend over and move their necks fine because it takes you much more time to get your chores done.

You might get advice from your friends and loved ones that you should sleep with a neck pillow or put a heating pad on it because that's what helped them when they sprained their neck that one time.

You try these things and it might help a little but since your prone to neck sprains you still end up with them a lot of the time, your family and friends start to believe you are making excuses and being lazy on purpose because everyone sprains their necks sometimes and they still get stuff done.

So you try to just push yourself harder, you exert yourself beyond what your body can tolerate a lot just to keep up with others and it makes the pain worse and worse until you wake up in bed one morning and if you move at all your vision gets blurry and you almost pass out from the pain and end up having to go to the hospital where if they are good doctors and don't immediately dismiss your problems like everyone else has been doing they might give you some pain medicine and a neck brace that helps bring you down to an 11 out of 10 pain to a 4 out of 10 but doesn't cure your chronic neck pain.

Or maybe you try to get stuff done on your good days, you try to Speedrun through all your chores on the few days of respite in-between your constant sprain. You spend all your good days pushing yourself really hard to get through everything you've been unable to do for weeks. This cycle is unsustainable though, though not as painful as pushing through while at your worst you still are over-exerting yourself to catch up which sometimes causes you to pull a muscle faster but you also lose out on time to do anything fun since you either are in pain or way too busy at any given moment.

This is what mental illness feels like for me, I desperately want to be able to keep up with my peers and not have small tasks exhaust me but no matter how hard I try to force it, I just end up exacerbating my symptoms and getting burnt out.

Maybe this explanation will help someone :) or maybe I'm shouting into the void, who knows.

#mental health #burnout #chronic pain

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smile-again · 1 year

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ORTHODONTICS EMPHASIS - INVISALIGN TREATMENT IN MUMBAI

In the bustling city of Mumbai, Smile Again has established itself as a trusted dental practice that prioritizes orthodontic care. With a strong emphasis on orthodontics, Smile Again offers cutting-edge solutions to align your teeth and create a beautiful, confident smile. Among the array of orthodontic treatments available, Invisalign stands out as a revolutionary option. In this article, we will explore Smile Again’s expertise in orthodontics, with a special focus on the transformative Invisalign treatment in Mumbai.

Unlocking the Power of Orthodontics: Orthodontics is a specialized branch of dentistry that focuses on the correction of misaligned teeth and jaw irregularities. It goes beyond aesthetics, as properly aligned teeth contribute to optimal oral health, improved functionality, and enhanced self-confidence. Smile Again, as a leading dental practice in Dadar, Mumbai, has placed orthodontics at the forefront of their services, ensuring that patients can achieve healthy, harmonious smiles.

Introducing Invisalign: Invisalign has revolutionized orthodontic treatment by offering a discreet and convenient alternative to traditional braces. This innovative system utilizes a series of clear, removable aligners to gradually shift your teeth into their desired positions. Invisalign aligners are custom-made to fit snugly over your teeth and are virtually invisible, making them an attractive option for individuals seeking a more discreet orthodontic solution.

The Smile Again Difference: At Smile Again, we understand the impact that orthodontic treatment can have on your life. That’s why we prioritize personalized care and employ a team of experienced orthodontists who are dedicated to delivering exceptional results. Our orthodontists take the time to evaluate your unique dental concerns and goals, creating a tailored treatment plan that addresses your specific needs.

The Invisalign Experience: Choosing Invisalign treatment at Smile Again comes with a host of benefits. Firstly, the clear aligners provide a discreet orthodontic option, allowing you to go about your daily life with confidence. The aligners are removable, meaning you can enjoy your favorite foods without restrictions and maintain optimal oral hygiene by easily brushing and flossing. Additionally, Invisalign offers increased comfort compared to traditional braces, as there are no wires or brackets to cause discomfort or irritation.

The Treatment Process: The Invisalign treatment process at Smile Again begins with a consultation, during which our orthodontist will evaluate your teeth and discuss your goals. Advanced 3D imaging technology will be used to create a digital representation of your treatment plan, showcasing the gradual movements your teeth will undergo. Once the treatment plan is finalized, a series of custom aligners will be created specifically for you. You will wear each set of aligners for approximately two weeks, switching to the next set as your teeth gradually shift into alignment.

Maintaining Results and Beyond: After completing your Invisalign treatment, Smile Again will provide you with retainers to maintain the position of your newly aligned teeth. Retainers play a crucial role in ensuring the longevity of your results. Our team will guide you on how often to wear your retainers to preserve your beautiful smile. In addition, Smile Again offers a range of cosmetic dental services, such as teeth whitening and porcelain veneers, to further enhance your smile and boost your confidence.

Learn more about orthodontics at Smile Again https://www.smileagain.in/orthodontics-emphasis/

Discover the benefits of Invisalign treatment https://www.smileagain.in/cosmetic-dentistry/

Explore our range of cosmetic dental services [link to cosmetic dentistry collection].

Find out how teeth whitening can complement your newly aligned smile .https://www.smileagain.in/teeth-whitening/

When it comes to orthodontics in Mumbai, Smile Again is at the forefront, offering exceptional Invisalign treatment. With a commitment to personalized care, advanced technology, and a team of skilled orthodontists, Smile Again ensures that you can achieve the smile of your dreams. Say goodbye to traditional braces and embrace the discreet, comfortable, and transformative power of Invisalign. Contact Smile Again today to schedule your consultation and take the first step toward a beautifully aligned smile.

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peter-author · 1 year

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On Balance It Is Worth It

The job of the various military, space and aviation industries rarely embodies good public relations. For example, the Apollo 11 mission to the moon was to depart without a TV camera until a last-minute suggestion from Arthur C. Clarke to Brian Duff (Public Affairs Officer at NASA) that he couldn’t wait to see live images from the moon. That prompted a hurried install of a fixed focal length, fixed aperture B&W camera to the Lunar Lander leg which was already atop the Saturn 5 ready to go to the launch pad! Without that comment, after quarantine on return, you’d have had to wait 30 days to see the stills and 16mm film they shot. Gee, I wonder if people would have believed they were really there.

NASA is not very good at tooting its own achievements. Take the Hubble Space telescope for example. Scientists will tell you it uniquely helps us understand gravity and the fundamental laws of the physical world and that the future on Earth scientific results will help shape our world. But has NASA bothered to tell you that the mammogram and computer spectro-analysis many women now undergo was a direct spin-off, saving thousands with earlier detection of cancers? Add to that micro-endoscopes, 50% improvement to all CCDs made in the past 10 years (yes, that camera in your mobile phone uses Hubble technology), and if you wondered how they can make the computer brains so small, you have only to thank Hubble-developed microlithography—a method for printing tiny circuitry in computer chips. I think Hubble is worth it, don’t you?

Apollo was groundbreaking is so many ways, it’s easy to begin to make a long list: The retractable roof in the NRG Stadium in Houston (the Texans stadium) is only possible with Apollo cloth material; Moon boots; the first computer chips and circuit boards; computer code used in every computer on earth; firemen’s safety suits; silver-ion water purification technology now makes all those giant aquariums possible; all your burglar house-movement detectors; solar panels now in use worldwide; implantable heart pulse regulator; cordless drills and tools; the micro-radar in your car to help prevent accidents; modern dialysis blood purification; the dust-buster; digital imaging technology developed into CAT, MRI, radiography, and microscopy in every hospital; all the way to mylar balloons and reflectors. I think Apollo was worth it, don’t you?

Think the Shuttle program and the International Space Station were expensive experiments? The medical and basic human physiology studies alone were groundbreaking and not feasible in Earth’s gravity. Everything from the safety of the food we eat every day to weather prediction allowing for saving countless lives. Of course, there’s memory foam mattresses; baby formula enhanced Omera-3; the mobile phone (the glass, the LCD, the alloy of the case, the programming, the camera, the microphone, the speaker…); precision GPS in your car and every plane flying; Shuttle shock absorbers now enable modern bridge design; invisible braces for your teeth; voltage controllers saving 30% of power in large machines (and every electric car); heart transplant cardiac pumps; Aerogel in your winter coats; and 3-d hologram displays (yes, those goggles gamers are using) – to name only a few new commercial advancements. I think the Shuttle and Space Station were worth it, don’t you?

Until NASA and other government funded programs realize that public awareness of the benefits of such investments are critical for the public taxpayer’s support, you’ll rarely get an update. In case you do want to know, there’s a good resource here: facebook.com/NASAspinoff.

#space #nasa #James Webb space technology

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