#the fountain of youth affair

[banemmanan]

Rating each disguise donned by April & Mark in GFU

Part 5/6: Eps. 20 - 24

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Ep.20

Penniless skiier. I ran out of daddy's money 2, health spa boogaloo. Starting to notice a trend here...

3/10

Mr. Crump, world's greatest photographer. Loathes women (very exciting)! Highlight was him taking about twenty pictures of April covered in mud. You just know he had them framed and put on her desk later.

6/10

Ep.21

Hotel employee. We see him for about four seconds, but those are four seconds of straight bungling.

3/10

Ep.22

No disguises in this episode, so have a vaguely suggestive screenshot instead.

Ep.23

Mourner. tfw you mourn so hard that two more people die at the funeral. At least she's wearing black this time.

5/10

Guard. Poor effort, the number of corpses at the funeral tripled under his watch.

5/10

Gambling addict. Did very badly at cards - check! Gambled away all her money and then her jewellery - check! Cried so that a mob boss took pity on her - check! Very successful.

8/10

Ep.24

Waiter. He was very deep in character tbf; he spends the entire episode working at the cafe.

6/10

Madmoiselle Petit Prix. I never once saw her doing any event promotion beyond her initial entry, so somebody is going to be wanting their money back.

4/10

A ghost? Genuinely don't know how inconspicuous they could possibly hope to be looking like this. I don't even know what they were going for, we never get their thought process here, but maybe that's for the best.

0/10

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[animasola86]

I had the idea of facesitting with professor sharp but reader (or mc idk what you prefer) is hesitant

Thank you for the ask! I went a little overboard with this (as I often do), and I apologize for whatever I made this fine gentleman do, but I hope you still enjoy! (If anyone would like to request me with anything as well, please go on ahead! My asks are open!)

Fountain of Youth

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!mc

Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 4.2k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Aesop Sharp has tried everything to soothe the aches of his battered body, and nothing seems to work, but then he comes across a well of youth in the form of a young lover who is willing to feed him everything he's ever wanted, and more.

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Established student/teacher relationship. Size difference. Age gap. Oral sex. Facesitting. Fingering.

Fountain of Youth

They say having a young lover is good for body and soul, and he couldn't agree more. When Aesop Sharp decided to throw caution to the wind and indulge in a rather unusual and certainly forbidden kind of affair, he knew he'd do anything to keep his girl entertained. Not that she ever demanded it, no, she was far from requesting anything, she was the most selfless person he had ever met, and most of the time she was doing everything to keep him happy.

And how happy he was when she would indulge him. It had taken him a while to accept her generous offers, but now he couldn't live without them, without her, be it bouncing on his lap, hidden between his thighs under his desk, or simply pressed against him in bed, deeply connected.

And he wanted to give back, but the state of his body often forbade any activity that was more than sliding his cock into her tight heat. It pained him, literally and mentally, that he couldn't indulge her the same way she did him.

She didn't mind, of course. And she never complained, not even when she left his office or bedroom with a limp because her body had struggled to accommodate the immense size difference between them. She was so tiny in his arms, to be fair he was a giant amongst humans, figuratively, and still she seemed to thrive on it, embrace it and him whenever she could, no matter how much pain he caused her.

Then again she must be some sort of masochist if she spent her time with him rather than with the other seventh-years. He was still a grumpy old man most of the time, even though he wasn't that old, but next to her he did feel his age sometimes.

And yet they connected somehow, not just physically. He felt drawn to her, felt his heart beat faster when he saw her, when she smiled at him. When she'd touch him, his skin would tingle and his sore muscles warmed in anticipation, whether her small hands would massage them or not.

She radiated warmth, inside and out, and while he was very fond of feeling her tight little sheath envelop him in a perfect fit, he also enjoyed holding her small body in his arms, pressed to his chest, breathing in her lovely scent. And it didn't stop there, a smile, a look, a stolen glance across the classroom, and he felt at least five years younger when a strange sensation of heat gathered in his guts.

And somehow, he wanted more, wanted all of her.

One day, she was sitting on a shelf in his hidden hobby room and watched him whittle. She said she loved seeing him work with his hands, and while he knew she also loved having the same hands all over her body and his fingers knuckles deep in her cute little cunt, he also appreciated it when she observed him while he engaged in one of his other hobbies, apart from indulging her. He spent most of his free time sketching landscapes (or more recently her) or doing a little woodwork to keep his hands nimble (for her).

A little sigh escaped her, and he looked up at her, perched on the high ledge of the sturdy shelf, right next to one of those wooden dolls he sometimes made to gift (or scare) his colleagues. At least Abraham seemed to like them, while Mirabel seemed utterly scared by them. And his young lover certainly enjoyed their company too. He'd often catch her re-arranging them behind his back, telling him they must have moved on their own, and to be fair, sometimes he did think they had a mind of their own.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” he asked and put the tools down, patiently smiling up at her.

“Yes, everything's fine,” she said quietly as she shifted on the shelf, her feet dangling off. He noticed that her skirt had ridden up slightly and her blouse was halfway unbuttoned, and by the way she pressed her thighs together, he knew everything was definitely not fine. A knowing smile grazed his lips.

He stood up with a groan, straightened the old bones, and walked closer to her. At his height, his eye level was right between her legs, and he didn't hesitate to push them apart to stand closer to her. Inhaling deeply to take in her scent, and oh the sweet scent she was emanating, he quickly found the cause of it too: she wasn't wearing any underwear. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and watched him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Her hands found his head, fingers caressing his hairline and scalp, and he tilted it to look up at her.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered gravelly, wiping sawdust from his hands before he hooked his arms around her legs to caress her soft thighs.

She licked her lips, a shy blush blooming on her cheeks. “I...”

“Use your words, darling.”

His deep voice caused her to shiver, and he felt the goosebumps as they rippled over her bare skin. While she still struggled to tell him what she needed (even though he already knew it quite well, but he liked to tease her a little every now and then), he leaned his cheek against the inside of her thigh, his beard rubbing against her flesh, and she keened softly.

He eyed her closely, patiently. When she finally spoke, her words made him shiver for a change.

“I want you to taste me,” she whispered, holding his gaze, and he saw that her pupils were blown with lust.

Giving her a warm smile, he turned his head and pressed his lips to her inner thigh. Then once more, and again, kiss after kiss until he reached her heat, and how warm she was. Warm and wet. His good little girl. He kept his hands on her legs, holding them open while he leaned closer, his eyes still on her flushed face as he took a deep breath, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. She shuddered visibly, biting her lip in a way that was both cute and sensual, which she knew drove him crazy.

Breathing a little rougher against her sensitive skin, he planted soft kisses along her lower stomach, moved back to her thighs, teased her by slowly inching closer to her folds. He took his sweet time, leaving a trail of fire along her soft flesh, and while she was squirming slightly on the shelf, growing impatient, he smirked to himself before he put his mouth to the hidden little bundle of nerves – and she gasped and jerked her hips against him.

He held her in a tight grip while he flicked his tongue up and down her nub, feeling it throb against him, while her wetness gathered between her folds. She had her hands on her mouth to muffle her noises, and he only needed to throw her a dark glance, tsking into her heat, and she lowered them, face fully flushed, lips quivering.

Leaning back only a little, he rasped: “I want to hear you, sweetheart.”

She nodded obediently, grabbing the edges of the shelf instead to steady herself. Her arms were shaking. Smiling at her, he focused back on her pretty little pussy. Kissing her mound, he returned to her clit, gently licking it, nibbling on it, and when he pulled it between his lips, she squeaked and squirmed in his hold, her thighs twitching against him.

More mewls escaped her when he started lapping along her lower lips, gathering her wetness on his tongue, tasting her, and he closed his eyes when he took it all in, her scent, her warmth, that sweet, sweet taste. He seldom indulged her like this, eating her out was not the best on his sore joints and muscles, his stiff leg always getting in the way of his enjoyment, but she sometimes found positions to make it easier for him.

He continued moving his tongue through her slit, parting those soft lips, nibbling on them, pulling them into his mouth, while she whimpered softly, her body twitching slightly. When he rubbed his stubbled chin against her soft skin, she gasped and let out a sweet little moan, and his eyes flew open as he watched her arch her head back, neck exposed, hair falling over her shoulders, eyes rolling back in delight.

She loved having his beard all over her, the sound alone, she said, could drive her right over the edge, and she would sometimes just move her fingers over his rough cheeks and mewl quietly while doing so. So he indulged her and scraped his chin along her inner thighs before pressing it to her clit and slowly shaking and nodding his head, feeling the convulsions before the moans left her pretty mouth.

He watched her closely, taking in every single reaction to his ministrations. She was close, he could tell, shivers and shudders and goosebumps rolling over her limbs, and instead of teasing her further, he returned his mouth to her clit, giving it a few hard sucks, and she unravelled right in front of him, shrieking softly when she came. He put his mouth to her folds and lapped at her wetness, gulping it down like a man parched, his tongue moving between her lips and dipping into her quivering cunt, her contractions clenching around the soft muscle as he pushed it deeper into her.

She moaned louder, the feeling of his stubble must be overwhelming for her as he pressed his face to her heat, his hands tightening around her legs as she started convulsing on the shelf. She came again, her noises echoing through the small room, filling his ears as much as her taste filled his mouth. He licked up her slick with long broad strokes, from her clenching hole to her throbbing clit, his own deep groans vibrating through her core, adding to the sensation he was sure.

Her hands gripped his hair then as she bucked her hips against his face, mewling and moaning, barely able to contain herself. He held her in his iron grip, fingers digging into her soft thighs, possibly leaving bruises at this point, but he kept going, addicted to her taste, to her juices, and she was very generous tonight.

Eventually he slowed his ministrations, gently kissing her puffy lips, giving her clit one last lick, before he leaned back, loosening his arms around her legs to bring one hand to her mound, softly rubbing it to calm her.

She was a quietly whimpering mess, her lips parted and quivering, her eyes hooded and exhausted as she finally came down from the highs he had given her. He grabbed her waist and lifted her off the shelf, gently cradling her in his arms as she leaned her head against his shoulder and smiled contently.

“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely.

He smiled back and brought his wet lips to hers, and despite her spent state, she grabbed his face and returned the kiss in full, tasting herself in his mouth as her tongue slipped between his lips to meet his own. He carried her to the table and sat her down gently, still glued to her mouth, savouring her sweet taste, before he leaned back and sighed deeply. Pressing his lips to the top of her head, he hummed softly and whispered: “No, thank you.”

She watched him with her cheeks burning when he returned to his woodworking, feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on anything.

Like with any good, fulfilling beverage, he soon felt its effect dwindling, and after a couple of days, he was lying in bed, cuddled up to his young lover, and felt every sore muscle and strain and ache almost tenfold. He could barely move, and even though he never told her that he was in pain, she seemed to notice it nonetheless and tried her best to keep his body as relaxed as possible.

Right now, she had her small hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it expertly while she planted soft kisses on his broad chest, and he just lay on his back, not even able to raise a hand to return her touches. Clenching his jaw, he watched her, his eyes roaming her beautiful body, every curve and bump and hollow, taking it all in, how her breasts moved with every deep intake of air, how goosebumps rippled over her skin when he would hum or groan under the surprisingly strong grip of her hand.

He felt his stomach tighten when she moved her little mouth to nibble on the bulging veins on his shaft, her warm tongue lapping at his hot skin, cooling and warming it simultaneously. His breaths quickened, and he closed his eyes when he felt her lips closing around his tip, gently sucking on it, her tongue flicking against his slit.

Slowly he moved his hand up, his arm shaking slightly, and put it on her thigh, fingers closing around it almost fully. She leaned back and met his hooded gaze, licking her lips. Her eyes were warm and kind, a soft smile grazing that full, wet mouth. He tilted his chin up, giving her a little nod, and she crawled towards him and kissed his cheek, watching him closely, careful not to put any weight on him.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered, her fingers rubbing along his stubbled jaw.

“I need to taste you again,” he said gruffly, his voice hoarse and strained.

She looked a little conflicted, wondering what to do. He wasn't capable of moving much, and she knew that. He was also about to ask something of her they had never done before, but he knew she wouldn't shy away from it, she was usually very open with trying anything new with him. She was a great student, and he had taught her well.

“Sit on my face,” he said bluntly and noticed how her eyes widened.

“Are you sure? Won't that hurt you?” she whispered, biting her lip.

“It'll be fine,” he rasped.

“H-how do you w-want me to... sit?” she asked quietly, her voice shaking.

He fought the strain in his arms and raised them to place his hands on her waist and guide her towards him. “Sit on my chest, then lean on your knees, facing the headboard. Grab it if you like, to keep your balance.”

She hesitated, but then slowly did as he told her, swinging her leg over him and positioned her knees on either side of his head, her expression still uncertain. Without him mentioning it, she kept her entire weight off him as she leaned on her knees, her beautiful cunt hovering right over his mouth. Her scent was intoxicating. His eyes roamed every inch of her sex, and by the way she squirmed, her legs trembling, he knew she was a little uncomfortable with him staring at her like that.

“You're beautiful,” he told her, his eyes moving up to meet hers. She leaned back slightly to be able to see him, a shy smile grazing her lips. His hands rested on the curve of her rear, gently pulling her closer, and she strained her thighs and followed the hint, gently pressing her folds to his face. A surprised mewl escaped her when his beard rubbed against her soft skin. He inhaled deeply, feeling her shuddering on top of him as he did so.

Pulling her even closer so he wouldn't have to strain his neck, he pressed his lips to her labia before his tongue darted out and licked along her slit. Her taste immediately filled his mouth, her little whimpers filled his ears, and when he closed his eyes, he lost himself in her completely. Lapping at the wetness gathering between her folds, he felt his body relaxing beneath her, his sore muscles warming, and he was able to really grip her plump arse cheeks, kneading them as he sucked and nibbled on her soft lips, pulling them between his teeth and into his mouth, coaxing all the sweet sounds out of her throat.

While he laved her wet skin, his nose kept brushing against her clit, and instinctively or not, she writhed against him, moving lower until he was able to give that sensitive bundle of nerves the same treatment as her folds. She moaned when he sucked on it, his tongue flicking against it, rolling it, and the more he abused her little nub, the more wetness seeped against his chin.

She was still only hovering above him, straining her thighs, her arms outstretched to hold onto the headboard to steady herself. Always so considerate of him. He adored her for it, but he needed her to really engage here, so he could really engage her.

“Sit down, sweetheart,” he hummed against her clit, licking it gently. She squirmed and moaned quietly, tensing on top of him.

“I don't want to hurt you,” she managed to croak out between breaths.

“You won't,” he assured her, his hand tightening around her bum to push her down on him. She still fought it, shuddering under the exertion. “Come on, darling, indulge me.”

She let out a shuddering breath, then slowly lowered herself. It wasn't that she weighed a lot, she barely weighed anything in his eyes, she was just a soft little creature made of sunshine and smiles after all, but when she finally sat down on his face, he felt it. Her lower lips parted around his mouth, and she shivered when his beard rubbed against her sensitive skin. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her scent, feeling dizzy for a moment, a sensation that wasn't unpleasant at all, before he let his tongue dart out and lap at her soft skin, her wetness basically seeping into his mouth now.

His grunt against her sex made her squeak softly, and she seemed to really force herself not to move against him, still afraid she might hurt or suffocate him. But he had never felt better. He kissed and licked her inner folds, his tongue teasingly dipping into her clenching hole while his nose rubbed against her clit. Her mewls shuddered through her entire body, and he closed his eyes and pushed deeper, his tongue pressing past her entrance, licking at her soft walls.

She started twitching, her noises tumbling out of her uncontrollably, her wetness gathering on his tongue and his lips, and he barely managed to lap it all up before she gave him more. His fingers dug into her soft bum cheeks, teasing along the cleft between them, before he moved them back and hooked his arms around her thighs, holding her open as she started to clamp her legs together in anticipation of her approaching release.

Her arms fell from the headboard and rested next to his head, fingers clawing at the bedsheets, as her hips bucked against his face, and despite never having done this before, she was as usual a quick learner and despite her initial inhibitions not too shy to engage as well instead of letting him do all the work. While he lapped at her folds, sucking and nibbling, drinking up her juices, his groans mixing with muffled slurping and squelching sounds, she slowly gyrated her pelvis against his face, her moans so soft they soothed the aches in his body almost as much as her wetness running down his throat.

He felt light-headed, nearly delirious when her taste and scent took over everything else, and when her movements on top of him grew harder and faster, he let her ride it out, use his face to get her where she wanted to go, and all he could do was lap up her juices, his tongue alternating between stimulating her clit and dipping into her clenching cunt.

The moment stretched forever, and frankly, he could have lived in it for just as long, but then she gasped, spasmed, and cried out loudly as she forced her heat firmer against his mouth, really suffocating him now, before she arched her back and lifted herself only slightly, allowing him to breathe and get a perfect view of how she came undone right on top of him.

Her clit throbbed visibly, her glistening pussy fluttering, and before she could shower him in her juices, he had pressed her heat against his mouth, holding her closely as she convulsed against him, mewls and moans slipping from her, and he lapped and slurped up every single drop she gave him. She collapsed on top of him, spent and limp, her body heavy on his face, but he felt the effect immediately as her warmth filled his stomach.

Using his elbows to push himself up, he rolled her around, carefully placing her down before he grabbed her thighs and dove between them once more, the soreness of his body gone almost completely. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he wanted to make the best of it. She was sprawled on the bed, arms beside her head, legs twitching, chest heaving with her small breasts quivering, nipples perked up, while he lapped and nibbled at her folds, bent over her small frame.

Her taste was addictive, all-consuming, clouding his mind. He had no idea for how long he had licked her quivering cunt, but when a soft hand dug into his hair, he looked up, his dark eyes glazed over, and saw her watching him, her face flushed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lips trembling. He leaned back reluctantly, but then he noticed how red and puffy her sensitive skin looked, and he could have kicked himself for not seeing it earlier. He had licked her raw.

Giving her mound a soft peck, he crawled up her body, caging her in on his hands and knees, while he looked down at her, licking his moist lips. Her small hands moved up and rubbed his cheeks, wiping her wetness from his face before she pulled him closer and kissed him softly. He shared her taste with her and breathed deeply into her mouth, slowly coming down from the high she had given him. She was dangerously intoxicating. She was his drug.

He rolled off her then, still kissing her softly, pulling her soft body against his while his hand moved along her sides until he dipped it between her thighs. Her skin was burning, radiating heat against his palm, and she winced when he touched her, but didn't fight it when he caressed her mound carefully, hoping his calloused fingers wouldn't make it worse. But her body adjusted by making her wet again, coating his fingers and her oversensitive skin.

She was a miracle.

Sighing contently, he released her mouth for a moment, looking deep into her eyes, almost getting lost in the softness of her gaze. His fingers dipped between her folds, teasing at her entrance, and she mewled quietly, her hands rubbing over his stubbled cheeks, and he could see how much the sound and his ministrations affected her as her eyes rolled back and her lips trembled and her body shuddered in nothing but bliss.

He swallowed her moans by claiming her mouth once more, pushing his tongue deep into it at the same time as he pushed two fingers into her warmth, the wet squelching sound like music in his ears. She bucked against him while he pumped his digits in and out of her, harder and faster and deeper, and when her walls clenched around him, she cried out against his lips, her thighs pressing around his hand as he stroked her through her orgasm.

It took him everything not to lean down again and lap at her juices, instead he let her wetness coat his fingers while he kissed her softly as she spasmed against him. When she relaxed in his hold, he continued to massage her soft flesh and watched her melting into the bed. Pulling his free arm around her, he held her close to his chest, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her breaths deep and soft before she slipped into unconsciousness.

His fingers remained buried inside her heat, and he was tempted to continue his ministrations, maybe even indulge in something more, use her willing body for his own release, but he refrained, ignoring the throbbing of his cock. Kissing her sweaty forehead, he snuggled against her, holding her in his arm and her cunt with his hand as he soaked his fingers in her wetness. Inhaling deeply to take in as much of her scent as possible, he closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth that radiated from her tiny body.

He might have stiff fingers and a sore wrist tomorrow, but he didn't dare to disconnect from her, from her warmth and those delicious juices, from her well of youth. He felt it rushing through his veins, like liquid fire warming his sore muscles and the aches of his battered body.

It was truly addictive.

End notes: Initially I was hesitant to write this, because I couldn't quite see Daddy Sharp here engaging in oral sex like that... but I guess, in the right positions, sure, why not! And I mean, the beard is an added bonus to that, so who wouldn't like that? XD

You know, I was never into the whole Daddy/little girl kink, I accepted it, I read smut with it, ofc, but I never felt anything but slight cringe for it... but this man, dude, why does it work so well with him? (I still refuse to let my protagonists call him Daddy though, nope, but the dynamic is growing on me!)

So, thank you for reading whatever this was! And thanks again for the request! It was really fun! (Give me more, please!)

MORE SHARP SMUT:

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Peace and Comfort

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[cantsayidont]

Despite its protestations of progressive values, STAR TREK media has always explicitly presented (and, with only fleeting exceptions, consistently celebrated) the Federation as an expansionist imperial power, engaged in a large-scale project of colonialism.

The usual apologia/rationalization for this, both from the franchise itself and from its fans, is that the Federation is also a post-scarcity socialist utopia. However, that is expressly not the case in TOS, despite the attempts of the later series to insist otherwise.

Indeed, the plots of some of the most famous and acclaimed episodes of TOS are specifically about resource extraction and ensuring the Federation's access to crucial resources, including lithium (in "Mudd's Women"), pergium (in "The Devil in the Dark"), and dilithium (in "Mirror, Mirror," et al). We are told repeatedly that the Enterprise has a mandate to use force to secure these resources if gentler methods fail. Moreover, while the Federation has a strategic interest in these resources, it's clear at various points in TOS that their extraction and exploitation are, to a significant extent if not exclusively, overseen by private interests for profit. For instance, in "Mudd's Women," Harry Mudd remarks:

Well, girls, lithium miners. Don't you understand? Lonely, isolated, overworked, rich lithium miners! Girls, do you still want husbands, hmm? Evie, you won't be satisfied with a mere ship's captain. I'll get you a man who can buy you a whole planet. Maggie, you're going to be a countess. Ruth, I'll make you a duchess. And I, I'll be running this starship. Captain James Kirk, the next orders you're taking will be given by Harcourt Fenton Mudd!

In "The Devil in the Dark," Kirk ultimately takes a regulatory position — he will not permit the pergium miners to kill the Horta or continue to destroy her eggs — but at no point does he suggest that stopping the pergium production that threatens the Horta is a viable or even acceptable alternative. The accord he proposes is contingent on the Horta's agreement that she and her children will support the mining efforts on her planet, since Kirk emphasizes that "a dozen planets" are depending on the miners to supply needed pergium. (What would have happened to her if she hadn't agreed is not stated, but the episode strongly suggests that she would have been severely punished for noncompliance with Kirk's mediated solution: forcibly relocated to some kind of Horta reservation away from the main mining operations, perhaps.) When the Horta does agree to this proposal, Kirk assures Vanderberg, "you people are going to be embarrassingly rich," which once again suggests that while the miners may have contractual agreements to delivery pergium to Federation worlds, they are still a private, for-profit business, not a Federation department or nationalized entity.

Profit is also Ron Tracey's motivation for breaking the Prime Directive in "The Omega Glory": He believes that he's discovered a "fountain of youth" that he can own, monopolize, and exploit, and that the value of that resource will be enough to buy his way out of legal trouble for his regulatory violations.

We mostly don't see the Enterprise crew handle money except on away missions in other cultures or times, but there are a number of indications that the Federation in this era has not abandoned money: For instance, Harry Mudd's list of past offenses includes purchasing a space vessel "with counterfeit currency," while in "The Apple," Kirk rhetorically asks if Spock knows how much Starfleet has invested in him, which Spock begins to answer, "One hundred twenty-two thousand two hundred …" before Kirk cuts him off. More tellingly, in "I, Mudd," we have the following exchange:

KIRK: All right, Harry, explain. How did you get here? We left you in custody after that affair on the Rigel mining planet. MUDD: Yes, well, I organized a technical information service bringing modern industrial techniques to backward planets, making available certain valuable patents to struggling young civilizations throughout the galaxy. KIRK: Did you pay royalties to the owners of those patents? MUDD: Well, actually, Kirk, as a defender of the free enterprise system, I found myself in a rather ambiguous conflict as a matter of principle. SPOCK: He did not pay royalties. MUDD: Knowledge, sir, should be free to all. KIRK: Who caught you? MUDD: That, sir, is an outrageous assumption. KIRK: Yes. Who caught you? MUDD: I sold the Denebians all the rights to a Vulcan fuel synthesizer. KIRK: And the Denebians contacted the Vulcans.

Whether Deneb is a member of the Federation at this time is unclear, but Vulcan certainly is, and so we may assume that Vulcan and presumably the Federation itself are also part of "the free enterprise system."

The first indication that the Federation does not use money is in STAR TREK IV, and it's not obvious there if Kirk's remark that "They're still using money" is talking about money more broadly or just physical currency, which the Federation may have phased out even if it still uses credit or electronic transfers of monetary value. (Certainly, McCoy's attempt in STAR TREK III to charter a starship indicates that he had some means of paying for passage, since the captain of the ship specifically demands more money upon learning of the intended destination.)

If we accept at face value the assertion of TNG and DS9 that the Federation has genuinely abandoned the use of money, rather than simply going cashless, the most reasonable Watsonian explanation is that this has been a relatively recent development during the 70–80 years between the TOS cast movies and TNG, most likely related to the development of replication technology (which the Federation did not yet have in Kirk's time).

Of course, from a Doylist standpoint, we could chalk up some of this incidental dialogue to the franchise's evolving construction of its own setting, in the same manner as anomalous references to Vulcans as "Vulcanians." Roddenberry and his apologists might also insist that he always meant to depict a socialist utopia, but was prevented by the nattering nabobs of negativity (i.e., the network's BS&P); I'm very skeptical of such claims, but the writers were acutely aware that depicting what Earth is like in Kirk's time would be opening a can of worms, which is why we didn't actually see 23rd century Earth (even briefly) until the movies.

However, the focus on resource extraction and its ramifications is such a load-bearing story element in TOS that the revisionist assertion that the Federation was already a post-scarcity socialist utopia in Kirk's time (as both DISCOVERY and STRANGE NEW WORLDS have attempted to claim) would require really substantial retcons of the original show, perhaps to the extent of insisting that some of those events never took place at all, or happened radically differently than what's in the TOS episodes most STAR TREK fans have seen. For me, anyway, that crosses a line from willing suspension of disbelief to "don't trust your lying eyes," and suggests a frustrating and somewhat disturbing determination to insist that TOS is something much purer and nobler than it is rather than grapple with its actual conceptual flaws and ideological shortcomings.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Mikell Bright Headcanons: A Cowboy's Obsession (+Bonus) (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I have been holding off on this cause lack of information but I found some things that are canon for Dr. Mikell Bright that I can work off of. He is 05-12 "The American/The Cowboy" He is in charge of affairs between the foundation and other organizations and such! He is also Conservative to the bone! So be ready for that.] 

(Disclaimer: Dr. Mikell Bright is not yandere in canon and this might be a bit out of character for him, I will try to do him as canon as possible. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! It is fine to simp for fictional characters and yanderes! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Mikell Bright From The SCP Foundation Fandom- 

.Mikell Bright is always wearing a white suit and a bolo tie. 

.He is known as the cowboy or the American. 

.He has been alive a long time, no one can really say, as he uses the SCP that is like the fountain of youth to stay young slash alive. 

.He is one of the oldest siblings of the Bright family and his most infamous brother was Jack Bright. 

.Mikell Bright is part of the O5 Council, his job being to deal with the other organizations that the foundation sometimes had to work with if not the governments if they ever got involved. 

.He is the viel from the world and the world that the foundation does not want you to know about. 

.He fell for you hard and since he is the viel he would want a complete life of normalcy with you. 

.In this case, he would hide who he is and what he does from you. 

.He is a man who wants that picture-perfect life. 

.Regardless of your gender he firmly believes in the Freedom of the American people, and his right to own firearms, and leans more toward a conservative mindset with things like pro-life, the church, and many others. 

.He would want to have that life with you, you would be a stay-at-home parent for the most part or a stay-at-home spouse if you don't want kids. 

.He would be the one working hard and bringing home that bacon. 

.He would also want you to always be well taken care of and for you to not want for anything. 

.This is all when he finally gets his hands on you. 

.As of right now you can bet he has bugged your home with microphones, cameras, and anything slash everything he needs to make sure that you are safe and sound. 

.He is also very overprotective and would put many bullets into anyone or ANYTHING That tries to land a part of them on you. (Like teeth, hands, claws, paws, etc) 

.You are his to protect and he is going to make sure that you are safe and sound. 

.Which was one of the reasons why he put cameras and such into your home. 

.He also did it because he is a bit possessive, and you who is his sugar plum darling, and no way in hell is he going to let some grubby no good doer come and steal you from him. 

.He would deal with rivals by taking them to the edge of the town you live in, showing them the city/town limit. Telling them to leave and never come back. 

.If They do come back, then he is going to blow their heads off. 

.That is it, one chance, if they do not turn on their heels and start walking out of town, you can best bet they will never be seen or heard from again. 

.Since he is with the SCP foundation, he very much could also make rivals disappear and make them into D Class. 

.Of course, to him that is not as satisfying as blowing their brain matter all over the place. 

.He takes a personal satisfaction of putting bullets into their skulls 

.He would also be the type of yandere that is a bit old-fashioned, he is going to romance you and spoil you. 

.Making sure that you are good and in love with him. 

.When he confesses his feelings to you he is eager to hear that you love him too. 

.If you do love him and return his feelings he is over the moon. Hot damn he has his darling and nothing could be better. 

.He is going to have you move into his home in Texas. 

.His beautiful ranch house with horses, cows, and so much more. 

.He of course has the top security to keep you safe and the staff know to not flirt with you if they value their lives. 

.But if by some chance you tell him that you do not have feelings for him, and or turn down his feelings. 

.You can best bet, darling, that you are getting the blunt end of a gun whacked to your head and that you are going to be knocked out. 

.Taken to his home where you are kept there as his captive stay-at-home spouse. 

.Once again since he has top-notch security he knows that you are going to be safe and sound, but in this route, it is more so to keep you from leaving him. 

.And once again his staff is there, but this time they are not allowed to speak to you or even look at you. They are allowed to keep you on the property so if you do try and run you will be hunted down. 

.You a his darling songbird in a gilded cage and he is not going to let you go. 

.He is away at the foundation most of the time so you can expect for him not to be home a lot. 

.But when he is, his sole focus is on you and he will not let you get away from him. 

.You are his darling and now way in hell, will he let his darling ever have the chance to leave him. 

.It does not matter if you were willing or not you are his now and you will stay as his partner for life. 

.He is going to find a way to make you immortal as well. So you can never ever leave him. 

-Bonus Yandere Headcanons with Yandere Mikell Bright X Female Researcher Reader From The SCP Foundation Community and Fandom- 

.With a female Researcher, he might be a bit sexist, with things like you are a little lady that needs a big strong man to take care of you. 

.Or how you would be such a good mother and wife. 

.And how he would love to make you HIS Wife and ONLY HIS Wife, and keep you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. 

.He still does respect your intelligence though and would use and abuse the rank and power he has over you at work. 

.He is once again a member of the O5 council and with that, he can have you work very closely with him. 

.And can make sure that no rivals ever get even close to you. 

.If any researchers do become close to you like that they will be demoted to a D-class where he is certain they will not even last a week. 

.He would love to make you his wife and already is planning out a wedding for him and you. 

.To make you sweet darling wife and mother to his children. 

.Do not get it wrong he will want you to have kids his kids, although he does not have the best relationship with his current children. 

.He knows that he can make it right this time with the kids that you and he will have. 

.It does not matter if you are into him or not, he is already treating you as his wife and no one is daring to call him on it. 

.So be ready to expect him to propose soon.  .He can be seen as a bit romantic and he would be the type to spoil you. 

.So also be ready for gifts and treats that he gets for you. 

.He would be a very dotting partner to his sugar plum darling, and that his sweet is you. 

.Although he is the man of the house and expects you to respect that chain of command. 

.You are his wife and that means you will do what he says when he says it. 

.He is the one who knows best. 

.When he confesses to you he is downright blunt about it! 

.Telling you he wants to marry you and for you to be his wife. 

.If you accept his love you can bet your sweet ass you will be married in a month at MOST. If not sooner! 

.If you turn him down well he will threaten you with becoming a D Class and forcing you to say yes, there is no getting out of this. 

.You will be his wife whether you like it or not! So good luck! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins! 

[fanofspooky]

The Twilight Zone S5E11

A Short Drink from a Certain Fountain

“Picture of an aging man who leads his life, as Thoreau said, 'in quiet desperation.' Because Harmon Gordon is enslaved by a love affair with a wife forty years his junior. Because of this, he runs when he should walk. He surrenders when simple pride dictates a stand. He pines away for the lost morning of his life when he should be enjoying the evening. In short, Mr. Harmon Gordon seeks a fountain of youth, and who's to say he won't find it? This happens to be The Twilight Zone.”

[the-meme-from-uncle]

Not me drawing art for my fanfiction instead of actually writing the bloody thing...

It's an AU on the end of the Fountain of Youth Affair in case you were interested 👀

(lmao what's a background?)

I ate on that third one ngl 😌💅

[trickstercaptain]

DMTNT VERSE ALTERATIONS.

CONTINUITY WITH OST AND THE TRILOGY Jack and Henry KNOW each other. Jack was a sporadic presence in the young boy’s early life and became a surrogate father to him in Will’s absence ( but never did he seek to replace Will. Jack was always the one telling Henry stories about his father ). Therefore, when Henry receives the message from Salazar to find Jack, and he encounters Jack in that jail cell, the two of them already have a strong relationship and rapport. This also means that Jack is in favour of using the trident not only to defeat Salazar, but to free Will from the Dutchman’s curse.

POST-AWE: Jack briefly meets Margaret Smyth during this post-AWE period, because Carina is the same age as Henry in the novelisation ( they’re both nineteen ). this is also around about the time that she’s conceived and later left in an orphanage by Hector. this is also why I lean towards the headcanon that Jack and Barbossa spent more time together leading this joint crew than is implied right at the end of AWE, and therefore Jack does not immediately lose the Pearl following the third movie.

PRE-OST: during the time between AWE and OST, Jack would have been pirating, regularly ( ish ) visiting Elizabeth and Henry on Shipwreck Cove but, most importantly, looking for the Fountain of Youth. he does eventually find it – or at least locates the caves past Whitecap Bay, hence why he is in a position to lead an expedition there during the fourth movie – but he does not know of the ritual at this point, nor does he actually see the fountain himself.

The events of OST take place SEVEN years after AWE.

The events of DMTNT take place TWELVE years after OST, meaning that is the length of time in which the Black Pearl has been locked away in bottle-form.

To explain away Jack being in his late fifties at this point yet looking and acting like a man no older than his late forties, even though he doesn’t drink from the Fountain himself in OST, some of the youthful properties of the water rub off on him and slow his ageing process after this point. Jack wonders at whether he has somehow unlocked the secret of effective immortality.

CHARACTERISATION:

FIRST THINGS FIRST, JACK IS NOT THE USELESS DRUNK JESTER THAT HE IS FOR THE VAST MAJORITY OF THIS MOVIE. HE DOES NOT MAKE LEWD COMMENTS ABOUT ELIZABETH OR ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THE TURNERS, NOR DOES HE LACK THE INTELLIGENCE AND WIT HE POSSESSES IN THE OTHER FOUR MOVIES.

He is depressed at the very beginning of the film, which results from a curse placed on him by Shansa at Barbossa's request to 'curse his enemies.' This curse is placed on him around a year or two before the events of DMTNT, and immediately hampers his cultivated legend by causing repeated bad luck and disaster at every turn.

Every attempt he makes at getting the Black Pearl out of the bottle or tracking Barbossa down with the intention of using his sword to do so ( in the twelve years since OST I refuse to believe that thought does not cross Jack's mind ) ends in failure. He attempts to barter and scheme for another ship and instead ends up with the Dying Gull, which is so unseaworthy that it strands Jack and his crew on the island of Saint Martin.

Jack has spent roughly six months on Saint Martin prior to the events of DMTNT, and his grand plan to secure passage off of it is to steal from the bank ( with the aid of the mayor's wife, Francis, with whom he is having an affair and intends to accompany him ) and use the funds to refit the Dying Gull and make her seaworthy again.

I am also stating right here that Jack does not demand tribute of his crew following this failed bank robbery and, when it comes to his execution scene, Gibbs does not have to be paid to come and rescue him. That's nonsense I want nothing to do with, thank you.

When that ends in failure, Jack, in a moment of desperation and amplified by the effects of Shansa's curse, gives away his compass for another drink. For a fleeting moment, he gives it away with no intention of getting it back, and that is all the compass needs to lash out and free Salazar.

The compass' reaction is the first moment of realisation for Jack of how far he has sunk in the last couple of years. When Henry reaches him with Salazar's warning, he actually sits up and takes notice and, for the rest of the film, is the same Jack we know and love and actually cares about seeing Henry reunited with his father.

With the trident of Poseidon destroyed, Shansa's curse is lifted and Jack is once again free to do as he pleases.

Jack goes with Henry and Carina on land where they are united with Will at the end of the movie.

THE COMPASS

To explain away that Jack has given away his compass MULTIPLE times throughout the trilogy without any serious repercussions such as... whatever the Devil's Triangle is, I'll firstly note that each time he has bartered it away to somebody, the intention on his part has never been permanent. He has always intended to get it back somehow or use the bartering away to further his own ends, and through whatever laws of magic or physics has always obtained it again.

The difference in DMTNT is that Jack gives it away with no such intention, and that is what constitutes as betraying it. Jack and the compass are inextricably linked and have been ever since he was given it by Tia Dalma as a child: the compass is a powerful enough magical artefact in my opinion to have a consciousness or soul of some kind, in the same way that the Black Pearl is implied to have. In betraying it, the compass is spurred to react.

I don't like the idea that the compass directly caused Salazar to be trapped inside of the Devil's Triangle ( since Salazar and his crew went down as they entered -- that had nothing to do with the compass ), but instead I interpret that freeing Salazar is the compass' reaction to being betrayed. It lashes out and causes the earthquake in order to punish Jack and, on some level, spur him on to restore his reputation and break his own curse that's plaguing him.

FLASHBACK

The ship Jack is on is NOT the Wicked Wench. Nor is he made captain of it through his actions against Captain Salazar. Instead, he is a sometimes crewman on an unspecified ship sailing from Shipwreck Cove and comes up against the Silent Mary in battle. Jack's actions and quick thinking save the lives of those on his ship and others trying to escape the carnage.

Jack does not gain his 'sparrow' moniker from Captain Salazar. Firstly, there is no plausible way for Jack to overhear or know that Salazar refers to him as a sparrow given that they do not say a single word to each other ( other than Jack shouting in the crow's nest ) and Salazar spends the next several decades trapped inside of the Devil's Triangle, and secondly my own interpretation is that Jack obtains his last name from his mother.

Jack did not receive his compass from the captain of the ship he's on in the flashback, but from Tia Dalma as per trilogy canon. He also does not receive pieces of his costume from the crew as tribute.

Jack did not realise that Salazar would end up trapped inside the Triangle. He saw the ship get destroyed by the rocks and go down once it entered the cavern and so Jack assumed, for the next forty years, that he’d killed both Salazar and the rest of his crew.

Over the next forty years, the Devil’s Triangle became a place of legend ( enough for Henry to be able to recognise it ). It was rumoured that any ship who strayed too close would disappear without trace ( much like the Bermuda Triangle myth ). Jack eventually hears about the rumours but thinks nothing of them, and certainly doesn’t put two and two together that his compass could potentially lead to their escape.

[mayfly-maycry]

For as long as you can remember, and much longer than that, you have been an executioner. How can you know, when you do not remember? You wrote it all down.

Your first century is contained in only a few volumes, as you started writing only when you began to forget. It was written rather haphazardly at first, one volume of what you could recall in your initial scramble to record your memories before they were gone, and several more volumes of addendums that came to you after. Since then, you have had to transcribe the older journals to a newer page, one that wasn’t so old it threatened to fall apart at a single touch, and took the opportunity to put things in order as best you could.

You may not remember your youth itself, but you have memorized every word of your journals, especially the older ones. Taking a life didn’t always mean stealing it; you thought it started sometime soon before you were born. It was when you were a child that people started to figure it out— that some people had stopped aging, and whispers made it to the streets that lives could be stolen. Murder began to run rampant as many sought eternal life; people became bolder as the benefits of killing those they quarreled with increased, and children started disappearing off the streets, kidnapped and either killed on the spot or sold to the wealthy for the same purpose. The government at the time was good, not yet corrupt as all governments eventually become, and intervened. They named an extended lifespan the curse of a killer, and punished those who sought to evade death with that which they ran from.

However, there was a problem: one who kills a killer is themself a killer, and would gain eternal life, making the position of executioner one that was coveted by all. Already wealthy families were calling for the implementation of the death penalty and jockeying to get their sons the position. And so they decreed that the guilty would be determined by a jury unrelated to the executioner, of which only one would exist for the nation. And to be that executioner, they took an average young man, a baker’s son, a youth who had never stolen a life, and appointed him the position.

You had been given a choice, of course. You had forgotten why you accepted by the time you recorded the event, but you had accepted nonetheless. You were forbidden contact with your family, and it was a year before you started your new profession. Ostensibly it was to “train” you, but they really did very little of that; your journal suggests the goal was to ensure you truly lacked connections and, more importantly, that you aged as you should.

The memory has since left you, but your first day of work was recorded in painstaking detail in your journal. The juries had been busy for the past year, and in that time had prosecuted enough to fill the jails twice over. It was a public affair; you were dressed in long robes of white, walked onto a stage in the courtyard, and handed an axe. They brought up the first person, a middle-aged man, and put him in the stocks. When you just stood there, staring at him and gripping your axe, they told you to do your thing, gesturing to the man’s neck. Your hands were shaking, but you lifted the axe and swung with all your might. The crowd cheered, and you opened your eyes to find his neck had become a fountain of red.

You had recorded the faces of the first six — exactly six — people you executed, but past that it became a blur. After about twenty, the crowd stopped cheering. After about forty, most left for lunchtime and never came back. Despite the lack of viewers, you were not allowed to stop. When your arms became weak, you stopped swinging and let gravity do the work. The axe became dull enough that it took two swings to take off their heads, but they didn’t hand you a newly sharpened one until it took three. A few spectators — the more bloodthirsty ones — stayed throughout the afternoon, with several popping in to see if you were still going and report back to their friends and families. Even those spectators disappeared as night fell, but your work didn’t stop.

You kept going through the night, and when the curious came to check at dawn, you were still going. A silent crowd gathered to watch as the sun rose. You were going much slower, as you were exhausted and starving, but you were still going. The crowd watched as you prepared to swing the axe on the next neck, but none came. You looked blearily around the stage for the next prisoner, but one of the officials was stepping to the front of the stage and addressing the crowd. It was over. As soon as you realized, your grip on the axe loosened, dropping it behind you, and you promptly followed, collapsing into a pile of your robes. They had been stained completely scarlet, not a speck of white left. It wasn’t until later that you realized the whole thing had been performative; the piling of years of sin onto a single pure soul. Neither you nor your journal had any idea how many you had executed that day; you had lost count after a baker’s dozen of baker’s dozens, which was as high as you had known how to count. You were likely still living off of that one day of execution, even all this time later.

If someone is killed, however many years they would have lived is added to the killer’s lifespan. For as long as you can remember, you have been an executioner.

[yya47]

Payment for The Holy Trinity in Any Form to Not Be Used for Sex or Rape or Ever Be in Original Lair and in Antis Domains As Anyone At All

LIST OF SONGS LISTENED TO 9-10-2024

Sainte- Eyes are Open Sainte- If You Ever Feel Alone Sainte- Technicolor Sainte- Everything Makes Me Sad Oh Wonder- Lifetimes Oh Wonder- Drive Oh Wonder- Technicolor Beat Oh Wonder- Without You Two Door Cinema Club- What You Know Two Door Cinema Club- Costume Party Two Door Cinema Club- Come Back Home Jimmy Eat World- The World You Love Jimmy Eat World- Kill The Kooks- Junk of the Heart (Happy) The Wombats- Tokyo (Vampires and Wolves) Bad Suns- Disappear Here Young the Giant- Crystallized The Weepies- World Spins Madly On The Weepies- Painting by Chagall The Weepies- Nobody Knows Me At All Stars- Your Ex Lover is Dead Songs Listened to 10 15 2024

The Fear by Lily Allen Fuck You by Lily Allen Not Fair by Lily Allen Everyone's At It by Lily Allen The Show by Lenka Love Song by Sara Bareilles Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall

Clarity by Zedd, Foxxes Stay the Night by Zedd, Hayley Williams I Want You to Know by Zedd, Selena Gomez Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls Swing, Swing by The All American Rejects Sink or Swim by Tyrone Wells Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne ERE by Juan Karlos YOUTH by Troye Sivan Kill Bill by Sza Never Enough by Loren Allred from The Greatest Showman A Million Dreams by Hugh Jackman and Ziv Zaifman from The Greatest Showman Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya from The Greatest Showman Eat, Sleep, Wake (Nothing But You) by Bombay Bicycle Club Good 4 U by Olivia Rodrigo Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo Love is Embarrassing by Olivia Rodrigo Deja Vu by Olivia Rodrigo Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo Ur so Gay by Katy Perry Never Be What You Want by We Are The In Crowd The Best Thing (That Never Happened) by We Are The In Crowd Rumor Mill by We Are The In Crowd Kiss Me Again by We Are The In Crowd Reflections by We Are The In Crowd Both Sides of the Story by We Are The In Crowd (You're not quite Satan but I really think I hate you) Carry Me Home by We Are The In Crowd Take it Home by White Tie Affair Shadow by Livingston Half Life by Livingston Two is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls and Taylor Swift Can I Have This Dance by Zac Efron and Vanessa Williams All My Heart by Sleeping with Sirens Terrified by Katharine McPhee Way Back Into Love by Hugh Grant Just Give Me a Reason by Pink and Nate Ruess I Won't Say I'm In Love by Susan Egan from Disney's Hercules Impossible by Shontelle Here Without You by 3 Doors Down Symphony by Clean Bandit feat Zara Larrson Rockabye by Clean Bandit feat Sean Paul and Anne Marie

[dailyanarchistposts]

CHAP. V. - Education of mankind, in Schools and Trades.

Mankind in the days of his youth is like a young colt, wanton and foolish, till he be broke by education and correction; and the neglect of this care, or the want of wisdom in the performance of it, hath been and is the cause of much division and trouble in the world.

Therefore the law of a commonwealth does require that not only a father but that all overseers and officers should make it their work to educate children in good manners, and to see them brought up in some trade or other, and to suffer no children in any parish to live in idleness and youthful pleasure all their days, as many have been, but that they be brought up like men and not like beasts: that so the commonwealth may be planted with laborious and wise experienced men, and not with idle fools.

Mankind may be considered in a fourfold degree, his childhood, youth, manhood and old age. His childhood and his youth may be considered from his birth till forty years of age; and within this compass of time, after he is weaned from his mother, who shall be the nurse herself if there be no defect in nature, his parents shall teach him a civil and humble behaviour toward all men. Then send him to school, to learn to read the laws of the commonwealth, to ripen his wits from his childhood, and so to proceed in his learning till he be acquainted with all arts and languages. And the reason is threefold:

First, by being acquainted with the knowledge of the affairs of the world, by this traditional knowledge they may be the better able to govern themselves like rational men;

Secondly, they may become thereby good commonwealth's men, in supporting the government thereof, by being acquainted with the nature of government;

Thirdly, if England have occasion to send ambassadors to any other land, we may have such as are acquainted with their language; or if any ambassador come from other lands, we may have such as can understand their speech.

But one sort of children shall not be trained up only to book learning and no other employment, called scholars, as they are in the government of monarchy; for then through idleness and exercised wit therein they spend their time to find out policies to advance themselves to be lords and masters above their labouring brethren, as Simeon and Levi do, which occasions all the trouble in the world.

Therefore, to prevent the dangerous events of idleness in scholars, it is reason, and safe for common peace, that after children have been brought up at schools to ripen their wits, they shall then be set to such trades, arts and sciences as their bodies and wits are capable of; and therein continue till they come to forty years of age.

For all the work of the earth, or in trades, is to be managed by youth, and by such as have lost their freedoms.

Then from forty years of age till fourscore, if he live so long, which is the degree of manhood and old age, they shall be freed from all labour and work, unless they will themselves.

And from among this degree of mankind shall be chosen all officers and overseers, to see the laws of the commonwealth observed.

For as all men shall be workers or waiters in store-houses till they be forty years of age, so none shall be chosen a public officer till he be full forty years of age: for by this time man hath learned experience to govern himself and others: for when young wits are set to govern, they wax wanton, etc.

What trades should mankind be brought up in?

In every trade, art and science, whereby they may find out the secrets of the creation, and that they may know how to govern the earth in right order.

There are five fountains from whence all arts and sciences have their influences: he that is an actor in any or in all the five parts is a profitable son of mankind; he that only contemplates and talks of what he reads and hears, and doth not employ his talent in some bodily action for the increase of fruitfulness, freedom and peace in the earth, is an unprofitable son.

The first fountain is the right planting of the earth to make it fruitful, and this is called husbandry. And there are two branches of it:

As first, planting, digging, dunging, liming, burning, grubbing and right ordering of land, to make it fit to receive seed, that it may bring forth a plentiful crop. And under this head all millers, maltsters, bakers, harness-makers for ploughs and carts, rope-makers, spinners and weavers of linen and such like, are all but good husbandry.

The second branch of husbandry is gardening, how to plant, graft and set all sort of fruit trees, and how to order the ground for flowers, herbs and roots for pleasure, food or medicinal. And here all physicians, chirurgeons, distillers of all sorts of waters, gatherers of drugs, makers of wines and oil, and preservers of fruits and such like, may learn by observation what is good for all bodies, both man and beasts.

The second fountain is mineral employment, and that is to search into the earth to find out mines of gold and silver, brass, iron, tin, lead, cannel coal and stone of all sorts, saltpetre, salt and alum-springs and such like. And here all chemists, gunpowder-makers, masons, smiths and such like, as would find out the strength and power of the earth, may learn how to order these for the use and profit of mankind.

The third fountain is the right ordering of cattle, whether by shepherds or herdsmen; and such may learn here how to breed and train up cows for the dairies, bulls and horses for the saddle or yoke. And here all tanners, hatters, shoemakers, glovers, spinners of wool, clothiers, tailors, dyers and such like, may learn how to order and look to these.

The fourth fountain is the right ordering of woods and timber trees, for planting, dressing, felling, framing of timber for all uses, for building houses or ships. And here all carpenters, joiners, throsters, plough-makers, instrument-makers for music, and all who work in wood and timber, may find out the secret[s] of nature, to make trees more Plentiful and thriving in their growth and profitable for use.

The fifth fountain, from whence reason is exercised to find out the secrets of nature, is [to] observe the rising and setting of the sun, moon and the powers of the heavens above; and the motion of the tides and seas, and their several effects, powers and operations upon the bodies of man and beast. And here may be learned astrology, astronomy and navigation, and the motions of the winds and the causes of several appearances of the face of heaven, either in storms or in fairness.

And in all these five fountains here is knowledge in the practice, and it is good.

But there is traditional knowledge, which is attained by reading or by the instruction of others, and not practical but leads to an idle life; and this is not good.

The first is a laborious knowledge, and a preserver of common peace, which we find God himself acting; for he put forth his own wisdom in practice when he set his strength to work to make the creation: for God is an active power, not an imaginary fancy.

The latter is an idle, lazy contemplation the scholars would call knowledge; but it is no knowledge but a show of knowledge, like a parrot who speaks words but he knows not what he saith. This same show of knowledge rests in reading or contemplating or hearing others speak, and speaks so too, but will not set his hand to work. And from this traditional knowledge and learning rise up both clergy and lawyer, who by their cunning insinuations live merely upon the labour of other men, and teach laws which they themselves will not do, and lays burdens upon others which they themselves will not touch with the least of their fingers. And from hence arises all oppressions, wars and troubles in the world; the one is the son of contention, the other the son of darkness, but both the supporters of bondage, which the creation groans under.

Therefore to prevent idleness and the danger of Machiavellian cheats, it is profitable for the commonwealth that children be trained lip in trades and some bodily employment,-as well as in learning languages or the histories of former ages.

And as boys are trained up in learning and in trades, so all maids shall be trained up in reading, sewing, knitting, spinning of linen and woollen, music, and all other easy neat works, either far to furnish store-houses with linen and woollen cloth, or for the ornament of particular houses with needle-work.

And if this course were taken, there would be no idle person nor beggars in the land, and much work would be done by that now lazy generation for the enlarging of the common treasuries.

And in the managing of any trade, let no young wit be crushed in his invention; for if any man desire to make a new trial of his skill in any trade or science, the overseers shall not hinder him, but encourage him therein: that so the spirit of knowledge may have his full growth in man, to find out the secret in every art.

And let everyone who finds out a new invention have a deserved honour given him; and certainly, when men are sure of food and raiment, their reason will be ripe and ready to dive into the secrets of the creation, that they may learn to see and know God (the spirit of the whole creation) in all his works; for fear of want, and care to pay rent to taskmasters, hath hindered many rare inventions.

So that kingly power hath crushed the spirit of knowledge, and would not suffer it to rise up in its beauty and fulness, but by his club law hath preferred the spirit of imagination, which is a deceiver, before it.

There shall be no buying and selling of the earth, nor of the fruits thereof .

For by the government under kings, the cheaters hereby have cozened the plain-hearted of their creation birthrights, and have possessed themselves in the earth and calls it theirs and not the others' and so have brought in that poverty and misery which lies upon many men.

And whereas the wise should help the foolish, and the strong help the weak, the wise and the strong destroys the weak and the simple.

And are not all children generally simple and weak, and know not the things that belong to their peace till they come to ripe age? But before they come to that understanding, the cunning ones who have more strength and policy have by this hypocritical, lying, unrighteous and cheating art of buying and selling wrung the freedoms of the earth out of their hands, and cozened them of their birthrights.

So that when they come to understanding, they see themselves beggars in the midst of a fruitful land, and so the proverb is true, 'Plain dealing is a jewel, but he who uses it shall die a beggar'. And why?

Because this buying and selling is the nursery of cheaters, it is the law of the conqueror and the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, which both killed Christ and hindered his resurrection, as much as darkness can to put out light.

And these cunning cheaters commonly become the rulers of the earth, and then the city mankind mourns, for not the wise poor man, but the cunning rich man, was always made an officer and ruler, such a one as by his stolen interest in the earth would be sure to hold others in bondage of poverty and servitude to him and his party.

And hence arise oppression and tyranny in the earth upon the backs of the weak younger brethren, who are made younger brothers indeed, as the proverb is, by their cunning elder brother; and as Daniel said, The basest of men under kingly government were set to rule, who can command but not obey, who can take other men's labours to live at ease, but not work themselves.

Therefore there shall be no buying and selling in a free commonwealth, neither shall any one hire his brother to work for him.

If the commonwealth might be governed without buying and selling, here is a platform of government for it, which is the ancientest law of righteousness to mankind in the use of the earth, and which is the very height of earthly freedoms. But if the minds of the people, through covetousness and proud ignorance, will have the earth governed by buying and selling still, this same platform, with a few things subtracted, declares an easy way of government of the earth for the quiet of people's minds and preserving of peace in the land.

For as, like a tradesman, I ask the highest price:

Yet I may fall (if you will rise) upon a good advice.

How must the earth be planted?

The earth is to be planted, and the fruits reaped and carried into barns and store-houses, by the assistance of every family. And if any man or family want corn or-other provision they may go to the store-houses and fetch without money. If they want a horse to ride, go into the fields in summer, or to the common stables in winter, and receive one from the keepers; and when your journey is performed, bring him where you had him, without money. If any want food or victuals, they may either go to the butchers' shops, and receive what they want without money; or else go to the flocks of sheep or herds of cattle, and take and kill what meat is needful for their families, without buying and selling. And the reason why all the riches of the earth are a common stock is this, because the earth, and the labours thereupon, are managed by common assistance of every family, without buying and selling; as is shewn how more largely in the office of overseers for trades and the law for store-houses.

The laws for the right ordering thereof, and the officers to see the laws executed to preserve the peace of every family and the peace of every man, and to improve and promote every trade, is shewed in the work of officers and by the laws following.

None will be an enemy to this freedom, which indeed is to do to another as a man would have another do to him, but covetousness and pride, the spirit of the old grudging snapping Pharisees, who gives God abundance of good words in their sermons, in their prayers, in their fasts and in their thanksgivings, as though none should be more faithful servants to him than they: nay, they will shun the company, imprison and kill everyone that will not worship Go(l, they are so zealous.

Well now, God and Christ hath enacted an everlasting law, which is love; not only one another of your own mind, but love your enemies too, such as are not of your mind: and, having food and raiment, therewith be content.

Now here is a trial for you, whether you will be faithful to God and Christ in obeying his laws; or whether you will destroy the man-child of true freedom, righteousness and peace in his resurrection.

And now thou wilt give us either the tricks of a soldier, face about and return to Egypt, and so declare thyself to be part of the serpent's seed, that must bruise the heel of Christ; or else to be one of the plain-hearted sons of promise, or members of Christ, who shall help to bruise the serpent's head, which is kingly oppression; and so bring in everlasting righteousness and peace into the earth Well, the eye is now open.

Store-houses shall be built and appointed in all places, and be the common stock.

There shall be store-houses in all places, both in the country and in cities, to which all the fruits of the earth, and other works made by tradesmen, shall be brought, and from thence delivered out again to particular families, and to everyone as they want for their use; or else to be transported by ship to other lands, to exchange for those things which our land will not or does not afford.

For all the labours of husbandmen and tradesmen within the land, or by navigation to or from other lands, shall be all upon the common stock.

And as every one works to advance the common stock, so every one shall have a free use of any commodity in the store-house, for his pleasure and comfortable livelihood without buying and selling or restraint from any.

And having food and raiment, lodging and the comfortable societies of his own kind, what can a man desire more in these days of his travel?

Indeed, covetous, proud and beastly-minded men desire more, either to lie by them to look upon, or else to waste and spoil it upon their lusts; while other brethren live in straits for want of the use thereof.

But the laws and faithful officers of a free commonwealth do regulate the unrational practice of such men.

There are two sorts of store-houses general and particular.

The general store-houses are such houses as receive in all commodities in the gross, as all barns and places to lay corn and the fruits of the earth at the first reaping: and these may be called store-houses for corn, flax, wool; for leather, for iron, for linen and woollen cloth or for any commodity that comes into our hand by shipping; from whence [a] particular family or shop-keepers may fetch as they need, to furnish their lesser shops.

So likewise herds of cattle in the field, flocks of sheep and horses, are all common store-houses- so that from the herds and flocks every family may fetch what they want for food or pleasure, without buying and selling.

So likewise all public dairies are store-houses for butter and cheese: yet every family may have cows for their own use, about their own house.

And these general store-houses shall be filled and preserved by the common labour and assistance of every family, as is mentioned in the office of overseer for trades.

And from these public houses, which are the general stock of the land, all particular tradesmen may fetch materials for their particular work as they need, or to furnish their particular dwellings with any commodities.

Secondly, there are particular store-houses or shops,

To which the tradesmen shall bring their particular works: as all instruments of iron to the iron-shops, hats to shops appointed for them; gloves, shoes, linen and woollen cloth in smaller parcels, to shops appointed for every one of them; and the like.

Even as now we have particular trade[rs?] in cities and towns, called shopkeepers, which shall remain still as they be, only altered in their receiving in and delivering out. For whereas by the law of kings or conquerors they do receive in and deliver out by buying and selling, and exchanging the conqueror's picture or stamp upon a piece of gold or silver for the fruits of the earth; now they shall (by the laws of the commonwealth) receive into their shops, and deliver out again freely, without buying and selling.

They shall receive in, as into a store-house, and deliver out again freely, as out of a common store-house, when particular persons or families come for anything they need, as now they do by buying and selling under kingly government.

For as particular families and tradesmen do make several works more than they can make use of: as hats, shoes, gloves, stockings, linen and woollen cloth and the like, and do carry their particular work to store-houses:

So it is all reason and equity that they should go to other store-houses, and fetch any other commodity which they want and cannot make; for as other men partakes of their labours, it is reason they should partake of other men's.

And all these store-houses and shops shall be orderly kept by such as shall be brought up to be waiters therein, as is mentioned in the office of overseers for trades.

For as there are some men more ingenious to work, so other men are more ingenious in keeping of store-houses and shops, to receive in and deliver out commodities. And all this easy work may be called waiting at such and such a store-house: as some may wait at corn houses, some at linen and woollen houses, some at leather, some at iron shops; and every general and particular commodity shall be known where they are by their houses and shops, as it is at this day. So that towns and cities, and every family almost, are but store-houses of one commodity or other, for the uses of the commonwealth or to transport to other lands.

Now this same free practice will kill covetousness, pride and oppression: for when men have a law to buy and sell, then, as I have said before, the cunning cheaters get great estates by other men's labours; and being rich thereby, become oppressing lords over their brethren; which occasions all our troubles and wars in all nations.

Come hither now, all you who challenge your brethren to deny Christ, as though you were the only men that love Christ and would be true to him.

Here is a trial of your love: can you be as ready to obey the law of-liberty, which is the command of Christ, as you would have others to obey your kingly laws of bondage? It may be you will either storm, or go away sorrowful; does not Christ tell you, that if you have food and raiment, you should therewith be content? And in this common freedom, here will be food and raiment, ease and pleasure plentiful, both for you and your brethren; so that none shall beg or starve, or live in the straits of poverty- and this fulfils that righteous law of Christ, Do as you would be done by: for that law of Christ can never be performed till you establish commonwealth's freedom.

Therefore now let it appear, seeing the child is come to the birth, whether you will receive Christ who is the spreading spirit of freedom, righteousness and peace; or whether you will return to monarchy, to embrace that Egyptian bondage still. Well, here is life and death set before you, take whether you will; but know that unless your righteousness exceed the righteousness of the kingly and lordly scribes and Pharisees, you shall never enjoy true peace in your spirit.

[varinsson]

One thing I absolutely hate about Marvel's take on Norse mythology that ruined most of the newer movies for me is how readily the women of Norse mythology were erased. Among other figures ultimately named in this post.

You have a figure as wildly popular as Thor or Loki with that devout of a fanbase and you could have EASILY dropped in that Odin had an affair with a Jotunn named Jord, got his balls busted for it, and Thor was the product of that affair.

Or that Loki carries his mother's name, Laufey, but you rarely hear of his father, Farbuati. That Loki and Odin share a blood bond between them that both routinely try and nearly break, until right before Ragnarok, when they're both equally guilty of breaking it.

(Did I mention both Loki and Thor are redheads in the sagas?)

No, instead, you get the tiny little Jotunn that Odin takes pity on, whisks off to Asgard and raises alongside one son, Thor, while having a faithful marriage to Frigga. Thor grows up, the elder sibling to Loki, and marries Sif, to whom he is faithful, never having the affairs that lead to Modi, the god of berserkers, or Thrud, a powerful Valkyrie. Thor never has his half siblings - Vali, the god of revenge, the silent god; Baldr, the god of light and love, or any one of the others. You never see Odin's brothers, Vili and Ve, the three of whom created all the realms, created humanity and watched over. You don't have Idunn and her life-giving, almost Fountain of Youth apples, Heimdall and his nine mothers and rooster, Njord or Skadi, Ullr or Bestla and Bor.

You get the watered down, family friendly(-ish) version and it's honestly hot garbage nine times out of ten.

[a-modernmajorgeneral]

This large handled jar held the water used to dilute large quantities of wine in preparation for the Greek symposium. It was considered uncivilized for a Greek to consume undiluted wine, so water was fetched from a public fountain house in a jar like this one. The horizontal handles made it easier to carry, while the vertical handle at the back was used for pouring.

On the front of this vase, the hero Hercules wrestles Triton - the messenger of the sea who is depicted as a merman - as a man and a woman look on. They are likely Nereus and Triton’s mother Amphitrite, but we cannot be certain. The intricate composition has the Greek hero astride the monster, his arms locked around Triton’s neck in an implacable grip, while Triton flails his arms, black fingers stretched against the red background. They face different directions-Herakles to the viewers’ right and up, victorious, and Triton to the left and down, vanquished. Precise incision renders the outline and details of the lion skin that Herakles wears, as well as the contour and detail of Triton’s scales and fins. Above this scenethe artist has written kalo[s]p[u]this – or “Pythis [is] beautiful”; exactly who Pythis is is another mystery.

On the shoulder of the vessel, the area above the front scene on the flat surface between the handles, another mythological scene plays out. This time it is the judgement of Paris, in which the handsome youth must judge a beauty contest between three goddesses - Aphrodite, Hera and Athena (shown seated). Aphrodite famously wins the contest by promising Paris the love of the most beautiful woman in the world. The woman in question turns out to be Helen of Troy, whose love affair with Paris would set in motion the deadly Trojan war.

Black figure hydria, Greece, 515-550 BC

from The Art Institute of Chicago

[animasola86]

SCARS AND PEACE AND COMFORT MASTERLIST

OVERVIEW:

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader (with a face scar)

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut

Synopsis: He was there to give you confidence, attention, comfort, and you were there to give him peace - and so much more.

NOTES: This is a series of one-shots that can be read individually, but also portray the same characters and their developing relationship. (There are also some spin-offs under EXTRAS.)

OVERALL WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Size difference. Age gap. Established student/teacher relationship.

READ ON AO3

↓ SCARS

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 3.5k

Synopsis: He was there to give you confidence, attention, comfort, and you were there to give him peace.

Read here (or on AO3)

↓ PEACE AND COMFORT

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 4.5k

Synopsis: A much-needed massage turns into something much more sensual.

Read here (or on AO3)

↓ A DEMONSTRATION OF POWER AND SUPPORT

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 6.3k

Synopsis: He gave you confidence, you gave him a bad case of jealousy.

Read here (or on AO3)

↓ A DEMONSTRATION OF PRIDE AND PAIN

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 5.1k

Synopsis: In the aftermath of a rough night, you find yourself easing his pain, while you embrace your own.

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↓ DOUBTS AND DISTRACTIONS

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut // Words: 6.5k

Synopsis: You fall into a carousel of dread, overthinking everything, but once you're back in his arms, all seems forgotten.

Read here (or on AO3)

EXTRAS

↓ FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!mc Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 4.2k

Synopsis: Aesop Sharp has tried everything to soothe the aches of his battered body, and nothing seems to work, but then he comes across a well of youth in the form of a young lover who is willing to feed him everything he's ever wanted, and more.

Read here (or on AO3)

↓ NEWS TRAVELS FAST IN HOGWARTS

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (x Aesop Sharp) Genre: Angst/Drama // Words: 3.8k

Synopsis: Sebastian finds out about your affair with a certain Potions Master.

Read here (or on AO3)

SCREENSHOTS

Boys and men of Potions Class

Aesop Sharp Appreciation Post

Aesop Sharp in black & white

Aesop Sharp in black & white (again)

Aesop Sharp in black & white (again...)

Sharp Edges

Genevieve x Professor Sharp

Genevieve x Sharp

...

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[sqinsights]

Unpacking the Global Processed Fruits and Vegetables Market: A Palatable Exploration

Dive into the flavorful realm of processed fruits and vegetables, where the market is anything but bland. In this exploration, we dissect the Global Processed Fruits and Vegetables Market, a multi-billion-dollar industry that puts your grandma’s canned preserves to shame.

Market Overview — A Ripe Perspective:

In 2021, the market boasted a staggering USD 78 billion, resembling a global salad bar with canned products taking the lead. With a cool 4% CAGR, the market is like a vegetable stock exchange, where the high rollers are canned goods, and the sprinters are frozen delights. Fast forward to 2030, and the market is expected to bloom into a USD 106.5 billion giant, fueled by the ever-expanding processed food industry.

Market Segmentation — A Veggie Buffet Spread:

Dried, Canned, and Frozen — The Veggie Trio: These aren’t just grocery list items; they’re the stars of the show. The distribution channels? Offline and online. It’s a battle between the shelves and the click of a mouse.

Analysis By Distribution Channel:

Offline — A Grocery Store Love Affair: The offline channel, akin to your favorite neighborhood grocery store, stands its ground. Consumers love eyeballing their veggies before committing. It’s like a dating app for vegetables — swipe right for freshness!

Online — The Digital Veggie Aisle: Online is the cool kid on the block, with the fastest CAGR. Riding the wave of global internet usage, it makes veggies available at the click of a button. Who needs to leave the couch when you can shop for spinach online?

Analysis By Product:

Canned Products — The Unsung Heroes: Canned products silently dominate the market, with an extended shelf life akin to superheroes saving you from the tyranny of fresh produce expiration.

For More Information: https://www.skyquestt.com/report/processed-fruits-and-vegetables-market

Frozen — The Underdog Rises: Frozen products, the underdogs, are on track for the fastest CAGR. Thanks to their practicality, nutritional value, and the ability to linger in your freezer until you decide to cook.

Regional Insights — A Veggie World Tour:

North America — 

Where Veggies Rule the Roost: North America is the big cheese, or should we say, the big broccoli. The U.S. and Canada are leading the pack, driven by a newfound love for veggies and a focus on health.

Asia Pacific —

The Veggie Powerhouse: Asia Pacific flexes its veggie muscles, with China, India, and Japan driving the market’s fastest CAGR. It’s a veggie powerhouse fueled by sizable populations and a hunger for processed and frozen goodies.

Market Dynamics — Veggie Drama Unfolds:

Drivers — The Foodservice Feast: The foodservice industry gorges on processed and frozen veggies. They’re cost-effective, convenient, and perfect for those large-scale veggie feasts. It’s like the Coachella of veggies, but with more greens.

Restraints — The Seasonal Veggie Blues: 

Despite their extended shelf life, processed veggies are still at the mercy of Mother Nature. Seasonal availability and weather conditions play veggie puppeteers, impacting supply chains and costs. It’s like veggies doing the cha-cha with the seasons.

Competitive Landscape — Veggies in the Ring:

The global Processed Fruits and Vegetables Market is a veggie battleground, with key players like Conagra Brands and General Mills duking it out. Innovation is the secret sauce, with smaller players making a big impact with specialized solutions. It’s a veggie showdown, where everyone’s bringing their A-game.

Key Market Trends — The Veggie Chronicles:

Longer Shelf Life — Because Veggies Deserve to Last: The extended shelf life of processed and frozen veggies is a game-changer. It’s like the fountain of youth for vegetables, ensuring they stay fresh and crisp, ready to dazzle your taste buds.

Conclusion — The Veggie Finale:

As we wrap up our flavorful journey through the Global Processed Fruits and Vegetables Market, one thing is clear — veggies are having their moment in the sun. Whether canned, frozen, or online, they’re dominating our plates and shaping the future of the food industry. Here’s to the unsung heroes of the veggie world — may your shelves be forever stocked, and your freezer never run out of space!

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[athenaderma]

Dubai's Fountain of Youth: Unveiling the Aesthetic Wonders of Mesotherapy, Skin Boosters, and Beyond

In the dazzling metropolis of Dubai, where luxury meets innovation, the pursuit of timeless beauty has taken center stage. This comprehensive blog explores the transformative world of Mesotherapy, Skin Booster Injections, and other cutting-edge cosmetic procedures that have made Dubai a beacon for aesthetic excellence. Join us on a journey through the city's thriving beauty landscape and discover the secrets to unlocking radiant, youthful skin.

Section 1: Mesotherapy in Dubai - Tailored Elegance

Dubai's love affair with Mesotherapy is a testament to its commitment to personalized beauty. Explore how this minimally invasive procedure, involving the injection of bespoke blends of vitamins and minerals, has become the go-to solution for achieving a radiant and revitalized complexion. Uncover why Mesotherapy in Dubai is not just a treatment but an art form, with practitioners crafting individualized skincare masterpieces.

Section 2: Skin Booster Injections - Quenching the Skin's Thirst

Delve into the world of Skin Booster Injections, the hydration heroes of Dubai's skincare scene. Understand how these injections, loaded with hyaluronic acid and other skin-loving nutrients, work to quench the skin's thirst, leaving it plump, dewy, and irresistibly radiant. Discover why Skin Booster Injection have become a staple for those seeking the elusive glow that defines Dubai's beauty standards.

Section 3: Best Dermatologist in Dubai - Navigating Aesthetic Excellence

Meet the unsung heroes behind Dubai's stunning transformations – the best in dermatologists. Explore the criteria that define a top-tier dermatologist in Dubai, from qualifications and experience to a keen understanding of cultural sensitivities. Learn how these skincare virtuosos play a pivotal role in curating personalized journeys to flawless skin, ensuring that each individual emerges as a masterpiece of their own.

Section 4: Lip Fillers Dubai - Sculpting Timeless Elegance

Embark on a journey into the world of lip fillers Dubai, where the art of sculpting timeless elegance unfolds. Understand how lip fillers, administered by skilled practitioners, enhance and redefine lips with precision, creating a harmonious balance with facial features. Discover why Dubai has become synonymous with beautifully enhanced lips that exude natural allure.

Section 5: Best Anti-Wrinkle Injections in Dubai - Defying Time

Unveil the secrets of the best anti-wrinkle injections in Dubai, where time seems to stand still. Explore how these injections, strategically placed by expert hands, smooth away wrinkles and fine lines, revealing a refreshed and youthful visage. Learn why Dubai's elite trust anti-wrinkle injections to defy the signs of aging and maintain a timeless allure.

Section 6: Dermal Fillers Dubai - The Art of Subtle Volume

Enter the realm of dermal fillers Dubai, where the art of subtle volume reigns supreme. Understand how these injections, composed of hyaluronic acid and other skin-revitalizing elements, restore youthful contours and vibrancy. Discover why Dubai's discerning individuals choose dermal fillers for a rejuvenated appearance that whispers elegance.

Section 7: Microneedling in Dubai - Precision Rejuvenation

Uncover the precision of microneedling in Dubai, a transformative procedure that stimulates collagen production and revitalizes the skin. Explore how tiny needles create micro-injuries, prompting the skin's natural healing process and delivering a radiant, youthful glow. Learn why microneedling has become a sought-after treatment in Dubai's quest for flawless skin.

Conclusion:

In the heart of Dubai's thriving beauty landscape, Mesotherapy, Skin Booster Injections, and an array of advanced cosmetic procedures redefine the standards of aesthetic excellence. From the skilled hands of the best dermatologists to the artistry of lip fillers and the precision of microneedling, Dubai stands as a haven for those seeking to unlock the secrets of timeless beauty. As the city continues to blend tradition with innovation, the pursuit of radiant, youthful skin becomes not just a journey but a celebration of individual beauty in its most exquisite form. Dubai's fountain of youth is not a myth; it's a reality crafted by skilled practitioners and embraced by those who understand that beauty is indeed an art, and they are the masterpiece.

[shadidanin]

Unveiling The Secrets of Effective Anti-Ageing Treatments in Brighton

Nestled on the vibrant English coast, Brighton is a city celebrated for its eclectic charm, seaside allure, and cultural tapestry as diverse as its residents. Amidst the backdrop of pebble beaches and historic landmarks, there’s a growing quest for the elixir of timeless beauty. In the pursuit of effective anti-aging treatments, Brighton emerges as a beacon of innovation, offering an array of secrets to defy the hands of time. Let’s embark on a journey to unveil these secrets and explore the city’s cutting-edge solutions for ageless allure.

The Science of Ageing

Before diving into the treasure trove of anti-ageing treatments, it’s crucial to comprehend the science underpinning the ageing process. Brighton’s discerning residents understand that factors like reduced collagen production, slower cell turnover, and environmental stressors contribute to the signs of ageing. Armed with this knowledge, the city’s beauty experts have curated a collection of treatments designed to address these challenges and unveil a fresher, more youthful visage.

Topical Treatments

Brighton’s skincare aficionados swear by the transformative power of topical treatments. Serums infused with retinoids promote collagen synthesis, while antioxidant-rich creams combat free radicals, helping to minimize the visible signs of ageing. A stroll through the city’s beauty boutiques reveals a treasure trove of products, each promising a piece of the fountain of youth.

Advanced Facial Therapies

For those seeking a hands-on approach to rejuvenation, Brighton offers an array of advanced facial therapies. Microdermabrasion, chemical peels, and dermaplaning are among the city’s favorites, providing a deep exfoliation that sheds years along with dead skin cells. Tailored to individual needs, these therapies redefine the concept of a radiant complexion, breathing life into tired skin.

Non-Invasive Procedures

In a city that prides itself on natural beauty, non-invasive procedures have become the go-to choice for many seeking age-defying solutions. Laser therapy, ultrasound, and radiofrequency procedures, performed by skilled practitioners, stimulate collagen production and tighten skin without the need for surgery. Brighton’s residents revel in the instant gratification of these non-invasive interventions, witnessing a refreshed appearance with minimal downtime.

Injectables and Dermal Fillers

Brighton’s love affair with injectables and dermal fillers continues to flourish. Botox, a household name in anti-ageing, is used strategically to relax facial muscles, diminishing the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles. Dermal fillers, on the other hand, restore volume to areas that may have succumbed to the passage of time, ensuring a plump and youthful appearance.

Holistic Approaches

Beyond the realm of traditional skincare, Brighton embraces holistic approaches to anti-ageing. Recognizing that beauty emanates from within, wellness centers and practitioners offer holistic treatments that encompass lifestyle factors. Diet, exercise, and stress management take center stage in these comprehensive programs, reflecting the city’s commitment to fostering not just external beauty, but overall well-being.

Advanced Technologies and Laser Treatments

Combining Therapies for Optimal Results

Many skin care clinics in Brighton advocate for a holistic approach by combining multiple therapies for optimal results. This synergistic approach may involve a blend of facials, laser treatments, and injectables tailored to individual needs. By addressing various aspects of ageing, practitioners ensure a comprehensive and personalized anti-ageing experience for each client.

Skincare Maintenance and Homecare

In addition to professional treatments, maintaining healthy skin at home is paramount for effective anti-ageing. Brighton-based skincare professionals emphasize the importance of a consistent skincare routine that includes cleansers, moisturizers, and sunscreen. Medical-grade skincare products, enriched with potent ingredients, are recommended to support and enhance the results of in-clinic treatments.

Nutritional Guidance for Youthful Skin

Brighton’s holistic approach extends beyond skincare treatments to encompass nutritional guidance. Many practitioners highlight the role of nutrition in maintaining youthful skin. Antioxidant-rich diets, hydration, and the consumption of collagen-boosting foods are often recommended to promote skin elasticity and resilience from within.

Collaboration with Skilled Practitioners

Choosing the right practitioner is pivotal for successful anti-ageing outcomes. Brighton is home to skilled dermatologists, aestheticians, and wellness experts who prioritize client education and collaboration. During consultations, practitioners take the time to understand individual concerns, explain treatment options, and set realistic expectations, fostering trust and confidence in the process.

Embracing the Journey

While effective anti-ageing treatment in Brighton offers transformative results, the city encourages the embrace of the ageing process as a celebration of wisdom and experience. Anti-ageing treatments are viewed not as erasers of time but as tools to enhance natural beauty. Brighton’s residents understand that the journey to timeless beauty is as much about individuality and self-expression as it is about reversing the visible signs of ageing.

Conclusion

Brighton’s secrets to effective anti-ageing treatments are as diverse as the city itself, encompassing topical solutions, advanced therapies, non-invasive procedures, injectables, holistic approaches, advanced technologies, and collaboration with skilled practitioners. As residents and visitors unveil these secrets, they find not just a rejuvenated exterior but a celebration of their unique journey towards timeless beauty in the heart of this vibrant coastal city.