#Enhanced Observability

[futureelectronic1527]

Power Integrations: Digital Programmable Single Channel Gate Driver Boards

https://www.futureelectronics.com/m/power-integrations . Power Integrations’ 1SP0635 Digital programmable single-channel, plug-and-play gate driver boards feature telemetry data reporting for predictive maintenance and lifetime modelling. They enhance observability, control and reliability for applications like rail traction inverters, power grids and medium-voltage drives. https://youtu.be/GNa7ZipTEQE

[random-xpressions]

The sign that you're doing it right - she'll close her eyes...

Random Xpressions

[honestlyvan]

(Crossposted from DW)

There’s some interesting parallels to be drawn with the way Scratch is an aspect of Alan, just like the Casey of the Dark Place is. One reflects all his darkest fears, the most self-destructive narratives he can tell about himself, and the other encapsulates the skills and virtues he needs to push himself forward, one wearing his face and another one wearing the face of someone he admires.

So you could do quite a bit with Scratch inheriting that obsession with Casey from Alan, but in a furious, bitter, jealous form where Casey is an interloper, a challenger to Scratch's ownership of Alan, coming between him and his Alan, a stranger, an intruder. Because that's what Casey is -- a tool and a shield, the impression of someone Alan trusts -- someone for Alan to cling to, someone who can disrupt Alan’s internal narrative, and he's taking Alan from Scratch.

Casey is just as much a prop to Scratch as he is to Alan, he's just there to be the hero so Alan can be the victim and Scratch the monster. And just like Scratch's love of Alan is a warped mirror image of Alan's hatred of himself, Scratch's jealousy of Casey is a mirror of Alan's suppressed desire to be a better person. To be a hero, to drive the story forward on his own terms, to have agency.

Which is how you get Scratch hissing “You're not going to get what you want” against Casey's lips, shoving him against a wall in an alleyway when Casey has once again showed up as a diversion, letting Alan run away, taking Casey away from Alan the way he took Alan from Scratch. “You think you know. You know shit. You don't really wanna know”, while bleeding venomous jealousy into the air because he is Alan and Alan is him and Alan is his and this outsider thinks he can take Alan from him. Like Alan isn't just using Casey, too, like Casey is something more than a just an empty vessel for Alan's wants when that should be Scratch, that should have been Scratch from the start.

Because Casey doesn't hate Scratch any more than he loves Alan. His role is to have compassion for the victim, to protect him, to move the plot forward for him, just like Scratch's role is to antagonise and delay and stop Alan from progressing. Scratch knows what he's dealing with. But there's more to Casey than just what he got from Alan, he is a reflection of the real Casey through the lens of Alan – and that’s the really fucking offensive part. That Alan can so scarcely accept himself that he’ll bring in this outsider, discarding Scratch, using a stranger’s face instead.

Scratch is Alan, after all. He has Alan's face and he has his voice, and he knows Alan better than Alan knows himself. “You're going to get what's coming to you”, he tells Casey, loop after loop, until he can get him out of the way for good.

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

Noo don't you dare leave us i read your blog in the morning like rpf newspaper and in the evening like a lullaby

first of all i love you. second of all rest assured i would never abandon tumblr because it's my beloved behated website. third of all i would never ever EVER post anything even remotely close to rpf on twt. not when i know He's there

[jihef03]

With Green Goblin probably showing up in the next Insomniac Games, I really hope they get Norman playing scavenger and using some of the dead villains equipment to make his own gear.

For example he could take Vulture's wings and adapt them into his glider, Max's electric tech to make his goblin lasers or even Shocker's gauntlets to make sonic bombs out of it and so on.

It would fit Norman's character to do so and it'd be a nice callback to the other villains.

[deerest-me]

*puts on beret picks up cigarette holder and starts talking about differences between the TTYD remake soundtrack and the original*

[endercasts]

with these zoom ins, this has to be the lck observers, right? please tell me we will get them for the rest of worlds too

[historyofguns]

The article is a review of the X-Vision Shadow 100, an affordable digital night vision device, as examined by Dr. Will Dabbs in The Armory Life. Priced at just $150, it offers features such as 2-8X digital zoom, infrared (IR) capabilities, a rechargeable battery, and the ability to capture images and videos on a micro-SD card. Despite its low cost, the Shadow 100's functionality is compared to high-grade military night vision technology, though it operates more like an invisible flashlight using an IR emitter. The article highlights its compact, lightweight design that makes it practical for consumer use, like security measures, and describes the technological advancements that have made such devices both more accessible and affordable.

[youkah]

also my mri results finally came back and they didn't find anything acute or any ms lesions on my brain though I think ms still isn't ruled out idk I'm having a hard time understanding if it is or not. however there's something going on with my left sinus which confirms my and some doctors' lifelong suspicion I have chronic sinus issues so hopefully I can go to an ent for it... I just hope I don't have to end up doing the lumbar puncture >.> I think they're probably gonna order a full spine mri again to check up on the cysts and spurs and stuff they found last time though

[xandle]

genuinely i wish i wasnt so picky with writing though because im also going through what i, sadly, call “lower tier fics” where either the more technical aspects of writing (grammar, syntax, give or take away a thesaurus, etc) stress me out

on one hand i hate that i even have that mindset bc i acknowledge perhaps english is this persons second language or smth. i’m also a teacher. like. fundamentally, i should not be judging things this way outside of the classroom. on the other hand.

most of the archives now a days could benefit from a quick writing workshop. or reading a couple actual physical books. or just giving the thing a few more passes.

editing/grammar/etc isn’t going to remove your writing voice, but it will help instill clarity and when you do break rules about punctuation you’ll be breaking them better

i am not at all proud of this trait of mine lol

[a-x-ce]

Legit feel like one of the only people in the fandom who does not care that Yasopp took out Bartolomeo. Like yeah, I like Barto too, he was amazing in Dressrosa and he's generally funny as a Luffy/Straw Hat fanboy, but you fuck around and you find out is basically the whole point here. You wanna fuck around with Shanks? Well then you're gonna get fucked up. We've known this since the beginning, like literally since Romance Dawn, remember when that bandit put a gun to Shanks' head and Lucky Roo then just shot that dude dead all while they lectured about how if you point your gun at someone you don't do it as a threat but to take action? Yeah, that's what the Red Hair pirates have always been.

Barto was bragging about how much of a softy Shanks was for letting him go and had he been able to go around and spread that message other people would think that's true, that if you cry enough or beg enough he'll just let you go. That's a bad message to spread. So yeah, Yasopp took him the fuck out. And who better to snipe them than Yasopp as we head into Elbaf which is an arc with high promise to highlight Usopp? Like it's not to make him look like a worse person and create tension between the two (Usopp has never said a single negative thing about Yasopp, I dunno why people still think there's going to be bad blood there), it's showcasing us the difference still between Yasopp's ability versus Usopp's ability. If the Straw Hat crew is going to take on the Red Hair pirates then Usopp needs to up his game and not rely ONLY on Pop Greens, he needs a serious boost and he'll surely get it in Elbaf.

[michaelgabrill]

TEMPO-EMIT Synergy: Enhancing Applications of GHG and Air Pollutant Observations over Key Emission Sources

A proposal entitled, “TEMPO-EMIT synergy: Enhancing applications of GHG (greenhouse gas) and air pollutant observations over key emission sources,” was selected for funding through a NASA cross-mission product opportunity. The project, co-led by Aaron Naeger at SPoRT, will integrate the complementary air pollutant and GHG data from the NASA TEMPO and EMIT missions for designing […] from NASA https://ift.tt/1rRkPVF

[covalensedigitalsblog]

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[delicatelysublimeforester]

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[valiah-creates-stuff]

I got introduced to a person recently, and the relative who introduced them to me was like: “So, what was your impression of them?”

And I just said: “I think they’re nice 🙂”

But my mind was like: “I have noticed so many things between you two that give me a glimpse of how you are as people, and those things, you cannot see them with your bare eyes”

[retrosabers]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌.

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: the scent of you is driving logan crazy.

contains: mild 18+ content. MINORS DNI. mentions of masturbation (m&f), a steamy little make out, and implications of future smut

word count: 1.8k

a/n: not me trying to capitalize off the hugh jackman renaissance and revive my dead blog…anyways, this is my first time writing for logan! hope you all enjoy <3

i feel like we don’t talk enough about logan’s enhanced sense of smell.

the man can catch a whiff of someone the second they walk into the room, even the building sometimes if their scent is strong enough. it’s especially heightened when he realizes he’s attracted to you. at first he thought maybe it was because you were always wearing perfume, the aroma lingering around the mansion wherever you traveled. but then it became such an intense, all encompassing sensation that he knew it was something deeper.

his suspicions are confirmed one night as he walks past your room. if the faint whimpers he heard weren't enough confirmation of your activities, then the scent that fills his nostrils seals the deal.

you’re touching yourself. and he can smell your arousal.

it makes something stir in his stomach. the animal-like urges he always tries so hard to keep at bay threaten to make their way to the surface the longer he stands frozen in the hallway. logan attempts to shake the heat that spreads across his skin as he makes his way back to his own room, but it only ends with him cumming hard into his hand an hour later.

the next day, when he catches you on your way out of charles’ office, you offer him the same kind, beaming smile you always did. then that damned smell fills his nostrils again and his fists curl at his sides once you’re out of eyesight.

there’s only one explanation for it.

you’re ovulating.

which means there’s no escaping his desires unless you stay out of reach.

so for his sake and yours, he decides to just avoid you completely until the week is over. he can’t risk caving to those urges and doing something stupid and irrational.

of course you’re completely oblivious to it. you think that he’s just being weird, going through another rut of being a standoffish loner like he was when he first arrived at the mansion. because after about a week, he’s back to being a bit friendlier, to being the logan you had grown to call a close friend.

then the cycle seems to repeat itself and you notice it’s just you he’s avoiding.

you try and wrack your brain to think of anything you could’ve done to warrant this kind of isolation. you hoped if something upset logan he would just talk to you about it instead of playing this childish game of hot and cold.

after a couple months, you decide you’ve had enough.

cornering him was a difficult task. but you were observant enough to know certain parts of his routine, including exactly when he would be lingering in the common areas after all the kids had gone to sleep. after two failed attempts of trying to catch him in the kitchen, you finally managed to find him alone and unsuspecting.

“why have you been avoiding me?” you blurt, wanting to cut right to the chase. you’re expecting him to flinch a little bit, perhaps even be stunned.

but he knew you were coming. logan knew it was only a matter of time before you noticed his schtick.

still, he decides to look for an excuse, any excuse, to cover up the real reason.

“m’not avoiding you” he grumbles halfheartedly around the rim of a beer bottle. taking an extra long swig, he finally turns to look at you; leaning against the doorway with your arms folded and a look akin to annoyance plastered across your pretty face.

you cock your head to the side, clearly unimpressed with his answer.

“a few days ago, i watched you back out of a room the minute you realized i was in it,” you start to list off, counting with your fingers. “last month you avoided the wing where the gym was altogether while i was going through a new training regimen.”

logan winces at the memory. the scent of your pheromones was intoxicating. so much so that he couldn’t step foot anywhere near the gym without feeling like he needed to rub one out.

“and the month before that,” you huff out a sad laugh, voice suddenly soft and quiet. “you didn’t even say goodbye before you went off on that mission with scott and jean.”

guilt overtakes him quickly at the pain in your tone.

you’ve never looked smaller as you pick at a loose thread on your sweatpants. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” logan reassures, jumping out of his seat at record speed, though still trying to maintain some distance. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“then what is it? you sigh exasperatedly, desperate to put an end to this nagging feeling that’s been eating away at you. “logan, you know if something’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

and he wants to. he so badly wants to, maybe even see if you’ll offer to help him out. but you’re you. the sweetest, kindest thing he’s ever known and he’ll be damned if he lets his curse of a mutation ruin whatever relationship the two of you have.

but then you’re inching closer and his skin starts buzzing again. his senses are consumed by you. by the way you look up at him with big, wide eyes, the softness of your skin as you reach to place a comforting hand on his forearm. it's all too much, and he finds himself pulling away from you with a grunt.

it hurts to see him retreat from you so aggressively. his jaw is clenched tight, his fists at his sides even tighter as the veins in his arms bulge bigger than you’ve ever seen before. he looks pained. like he’s fighting something internally.

“logan,” you approach him cautiously, unsure of what exactly to do. “what’s going on?”

his eyes squeeze shut at the sound of your voice. “just, please go back to your room.”

“i’m not leaving you like this.”

“m’not asking you,” he grits out, almost like a growl. “i’m telling you. go back to your room.”

now he was starting to piss you off. you narrow your eyes, leaning your hip against the counter.

“or what?”

suddenly he’s crowding your space, chest heaving up and down as he stares at you with pupils so wide his eyes are nearly black. logan’s voice is scarily level when he utters his final warning.

“or i’m gonna do something i regret.”

when you shift closer to him, his nose twitches with a sniff. the raise of your brow doesn’t go unnoticed, and he knows that you’re not leaving this room until you get to the bottom of what he’s been hiding.

that’s when something inside logan decides to throw caution to the wind, just for a minute.

“i can smell you.”

curiosity morphs into confusion at his admission. you shake your head.

“i don’t understand.”

then, the man’s gaze travels to the waistband of your pajama pants, the tension in his jaw growing more taught by the second. his hands flex at his sides, trying to keep him grounded and calm as he finally admits what’s been driving him mad.

“i can smell you.”

the emphasis on the last word takes a minute to register. logan watches as the gears turn behind your eyes, catches the exact moment of realization as your gaze softens and your lips part.

oh.

oh.

slowly things start to piece together. how logan’s behavior seemed to fall around the same time these past couple months. a few weeks before your cycle.

he wasn’t avoiding you because he was angry, or upset. he was avoiding you because you were fucking ovulating.

logan expects you to flee, to be completely weirded out and steer clear of him for the foreseeable future. what he’s not expecting, is the words that come out of your mouth.

“i can help you with that if you want.”

you say it with such nonchalance, such casualness that he wonders if you’re even really grasping what you’ve said.

the wolverine shakes his head. “trust me, you don’t want this.”

he doesn’t quite believe his own words as he watches you close the distance between your bodies. something you’ve been desperate to do for as long as you can remember.

the thin fabric of his tank top and the soft cotton of your t-shirt is the only thing standing between you both. your chests are mere centimeters from touching and logan can feel the heat radiating from your bodies as his confession hangs heavy in the air. then that fucking smell comes back tenfold and he groans.

“you don’t get to make that choice for me,” your voice is sickly sweet, dripping with desire as your fingers ghost over the waistband of his jeans. he feels like a horny teenager as he preens at the barely there contact.

logan breathes your name, a last stitch effort to get you to run, though he knows it’s futile. if there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s that you're stubborn. unmoving in your ways.

and that when you want something, you don’t stop until you get it.

your hand comes up to cradle the side of his face, a rather gentle touch he wasn’t anticipating. his eyes flutter shut as you swipe your thumb over the expanse of his cheekbone.

your words are barely above a whisper. “i trust you, logan. completely.”

that’s all he needs to hear before he throws any sense of self control out the window.

he surges forward and captures your lips in what is possibly the most heated kiss you’ve ever experienced. you nearly stumble over at the sheer force of it. logan’s large hands fly to your waist, yours to the back of his neck as his tongue prods for entrance into your mouth. it’s messy, almost primal as you let him ravish you like he’s been thinking about for weeks.

you moan and he swallows the sound greedily, desperate to hear it again, and again, and again. when his lips move to press against the column of your throat, you know this is going to escalate into exactly what you hoped it would.

“logan,” you breathe out as he focuses on your pulse point, his hands wandering further south to knead at the globes of your ass. “not here.”

“why not?” he mutters, all smirky and smug as he continues to press wet hot kisses against your neck.

“because i would prefer if you didn’t fuck me where our friends eat.”

he laughs, a deep vibration felt against your chest as you absentmindedly grind your core against his. it makes him bring his mouth back up to yours, stealing one final kiss before he pulls away.

looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. and by god you might just let him.

pressing a playful smack against your backside, he gently nudges you in the direction of the corridor.

“lead the way sugar.”

thanks for reading! <3