#Grid EYE
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futureelctronic1177 · 2 years ago
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Panasonic: Grid EYE Wide Angle Type Sensor
https://www.futureelectronics.com/resources/featured-products/panasonic-grid-eye-infrared-array-sensor . Panasonic announces the latest Grid-EYE Wide Angle Type Infrared Array Sensor. A built-in lens includes an improved 90-degree viewing angle and features a compact SMD design using MEMS thermopile technology. https://youtu.be/oD2oQUHT6QU
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futureelectronic1527 · 2 years ago
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Panasonic: Grid EYE Wide Angle Type Sensor
https://www.futureelectronics.com/resources/featured-products/panasonic-grid-eye-infrared-array-sensor . Panasonic announces the latest Grid-EYE Wide Angle Type Infrared Array Sensor. A built-in lens includes an improved 90-degree viewing angle and features a compact SMD design using MEMS thermopile technology. https://youtu.be/oD2oQUHT6QU
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landoposition · 7 months ago
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i miss them your honor
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zeldalizzy · 8 months ago
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The Wild Children! Merida and Wild would get into soooo much trouble together, since they have such similar personalities. They both love adventuring, exploring, archery, and horseback riding! Queen Elinor and Twilight/Time would probably just vent about their crazy 'children' together.
I feel like out of all the boys, Wild would definitely be the most likely to get someone he knows cursed by accident. Also, he's ridden bears before (BOTW lol), and so when Merida tells him about all of her adventures, he'd probably get so excited like, OH MY GOODNESS YOU TOO?!
Also, if you don't understand what Merida is saying, she is basically just challenging Wild to hit an arrow into a far away tree 😂
I finally finished my exams!! 🥳 Can't wait to see what the poll results are so I can hopefully start on the next piece soon! Hope you all are doing well! 🩵
P.S. lol when I was writing this all I could think about was this:
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leclercskiesahead · 7 months ago
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Williams 2025:
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paradimeart · 2 months ago
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i want the sirens to look weirderrrr
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ariessential · 9 months ago
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I AM A CHILD OF DIVORCE AND I'M NOT READY TO ACCEPT IT
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yeahperfect · 1 year ago
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"I know exactly the colour scheme of the back of that car now."
Oscar being the funniest man on the grid and being annoyed by the fireworks.
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wormzandgutz · 6 months ago
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environment studies featuring Atlas and Star hanging out
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salamispots · 5 months ago
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more progress
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omegalerc · 4 months ago
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LOOK AT HIM!! HOW DOES MAX ALLOW HIM TO LEAVE HIS SIGHT WHEN HE JUST LOOKS LIKE THAT UNPROMPTED 😩
https://x.com/leclercsletters/status/1903838044265775326?t=MjCGUtUwWp2XcZ4AhN_xCg&s=19
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i loooove pictures like these i hoard them in a special folder called charles begging for cock eyes (CBFCE)
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cauliflwrr-racing · 11 months ago
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jesus lando get UPPP.
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brucewaynehater101 · 1 year ago
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Reverse Robin AU
Tim, pissed that he got replaced as Robin, decides to kidnap Jason and go off grid. He bribes him with books, plenty of online literature classes, and Alfred's signed approval.
When Bruce debuts with 9 year old Dick Grayson, Tim pulls the same stunt. He has a nursery set up for Zitka, though.
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lorebird · 10 months ago
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In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.
#my art#gravity falls#Stanford pines#ford pines#bill cipher#comic#eye strain#TIME TO DUMP EVERY ONE OF THE 27483949 THOUGHTS IVE HAD INTO THE TAGS BABY#OK!! SO!!!!#I feel like Ford would wonder why he and Stan (being identical twins) aren’t. yk. identical. shouldn’t Stan have polydactyly too?#as a kid he would dream about secretly being nonhuman and being whisked away to a fantastical world full of people like him#finally free of new jersey‚ finally somewhere he belongs#a lot of this disconnect from humanity came from utterly failing at social interactions while others (including stan) navigated them easily#the feeling waned after Stan was kicked out and he didn't have that direct comparison but it never left#then out in the wilderness of gravity falls‚ his isolation and immersion in Weirdness dragged it back up to the forefront#he deserves to have a breakdown over questioning his own nature. as a treat <3#color symbolism time bc I have a problem and use it at every available moment!!! blue and yellow get more vivid#the further from humanity the subject is#bill is entirely made w pure rgb blue and yellow (+ approximately 2674835 textures/layers/blending modes. I reached 150+ layers. help)#I like the idea that he would appear to ford like pure math considering hes a geometrical motherfucker and how the rest of the mindscape wa#I tried to mostly use trigonometry and related stuff for the Math Greebling. as well as fractals i love you forever fractals#MORE SYMBOLISM:#the grid-ish diamond pattern in all of the mindscape bgs (and elsewhere) is a penrose diagram of spacetime#which shows other universes on the other sides of black holes#SOMEONE ASK ME ABOUT MY EUCLYDIA HEADCANON LATER. IVE DUMPED ENOUGH DUMB HCS IN THESE TAGS ALREADY#BUT I THINK ITS VERY FUN#anyways. fuckt up guys n their egos influencing how they view humanity. bill tells ford hes as human as they come bc he was so easily foole#ford cant reconcile with his humanity bc of a failure to perform in one area#and then the immense guilt and shame over what hes done <3#I have So many ford characterization thoughts. no man nor god can stop me
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formulafanfics13 · 2 months ago
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All Eyes on Me - Chapter 1
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Masterlist
Disclaimer:
I will try to update this when I can. I am currently on a break from university; however, I am enrolled in two college courses, so I am trying to juggle my time with everything. Please be patient. But if I haven't updated in a while, then please ask, as I will most likely have forgotten.
As for my upload schedule: chapters for this book will be published at 9 AM (GMT+1), and I will aim for the updates to be daily (however, they may drop to every two days at times)
I am dyslexic, so I apologise in advance if there are spelling or grammar mistakes! Feel free to let me know. I will not be offended, or if anything doesn't make sense, please leave a comment, and I will make edits.
The chapters will start off shorter, but as the book progresses, they will become longer.
This fanfic will contain mature themes and topics (smut, abuse, power imbalance, drug use, alcohol dependency, control, and eating disorders). There will not be warnings throughout, so if you proceed with this book, please bear this in mind!
Thanks for choosing to read this!! ❤️
I am also be working on a few other fanfics so be sure to keep an eye out for them!
They call her an angel.
Not because she's kind. Not because she's innocent. But because she bleeds behind the scenes and smiles for the camera. And that's what angels do in this world, they suffer quietly, sin beautifully, and look good while doing it.
The room smells like money and MAC Fix+. The lights are hot, the assistant's nervous, and Martha Jones is perfect. Or at least, that's the myth. The legend. The marketable truth. On paper, she is symmetry and statistics: 5'7", 44kg, 22 years old. A Sagittarius sun, fluent in four languages, allergic to compromise.
In reality?
She's a fucked-up fairytale wrapped in $20,000 couture and an NDA.
The camera clicks. Again. Again. Again.
"MJ, tilt your chin." She does.
"Smile, less teeth." She adjusts.
"Beautiful. Stay like that."
She doesn't flinch when a pin pricks her hip. She doesn't wince when someone pulls too tight on her hair. She doesn't scream when her phone buzzes and his name lights up the screen: Jacob 🖤 where the fuck are you
Instead, she smiles.
Because Martha Jones always smiles.
Always.
Her lip gloss is Fenty. Her bruises are covered in Dior. Her lingerie costs more than some people's rent and she hasn't eaten today, not because she forgot, but because she's not allowed. Her nails are perfect, her extensions longer than her attention span, and her voice is honeyed silk dipped in sarcasm.
If someone asked how she feels, she'd say fine.
She always says fine.
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Flashback.
A party in a Manhattan penthouse. There's cocaine on a coffee table and laughter in the air like static electricity.
"Martha, baby," someone drawls, "you gonna share?"
She smiles, glassy-eyed, smirking as she tips her head back and lets the powder hit. Gigi's dancing in heels too high. Lila's crying in the corner about a text from some B-list actor. Barbara's passed out with her face in a fur coat.
Martha? Martha's glowing. Or maybe she's just sweating.
"Take a picture," she murmurs to no one in particular, "it lasts longer than I do."
They all laugh. No one really hears her.
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Flashback.
Karen's yelling about waistlines again. Julia's clicking through slides. David's pacing.
"We need skin. We need fire. We need relevance. These girls aren't just models, they're brands. We're selling sex, yes, but also... salvation."
Martha stares at the slideshow of her own face projected twenty feet tall. That's not her. That's the product.
Her phone buzzes again.
Smile more. Fix your hair. Don't embarrass me.
She deletes the message.
She doesn't delete the next one.
Don't forget what I did for you.
Her grip tightens.
"MJ?" Julia's calling. "Thoughts on the new concept?"
She smiles. "I think it's fabulous."
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Flashback.
Her penthouse is all white marble and glass. Her reflection follows her everywhere. Her heels echo like gunshots across the floor. She strips in silence, leaving a trail of silk and shame.
The shower is scalding. Her skin is red. Not from the heat, from the pressure. She catches sight of herself in the mirror.
Perfect. And yet, so desperately ruined.
She presses her fingers to a mark on her ribs. Purple and blue. Shaped like a warning. She covers it with foundation. Then more gloss. Then more mascara.
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unatato · 10 months ago
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Usually when I look at Max I just go “meh”.. but post race Max, now that’s a different story.
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