#Forrester Wave

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Capgemini anuncia ofertas de ‘ingeniería aumentada’ impulsadas por IA generativa

El Grupo amplía su portafolio de servicios de Inteligencia Artificial (IA) generativa con nuevas ofertas diseñadas específicamente para ingeniería e Investigación y Desarrollo (I+D). Estos nuevos servicios ayudarán a las organizaciones a aprovechar el valor de la IA generativa para acelerar la I+D y potenciar la ingeniería en todas las etapas del ciclo de vida del desarrollo del…

[procurement-insights]

Why isn't the eVA case study not mandatory reading for all procurement professionsals?

“Joël Collin-Demers this is what I have exactly done over the last decade in both the public and private sectors. Unfortunately, the companies get ahead of themselves and market what is in progress and market themselves trying to gain clients!” – Jenti Vantertuig’s response to the following comment from Joël Collin-Demers. EDITOR’S NOTE: Given our professional agree-to-disagree discussion over…

[iiar]

IIAR> Discussion Webinar: Managing Vendor Evaluations (MQ/Wave/Marketscape, etc.), 5th September

The IIAR> is pleased to announce an open discussion forum for its members to exchange best practices about managing vendor evaluations, such as the Gartner Magic Quadrant, the Forrester Wave, the IDC Marketscape, etc…  For many technology markets and submarkets, vendor evaluations are the most critical element of a strategic marketing plan. With Gartner in particular, over 15,000 enterprise…

[chinemagazine]

Alibaba Cloud nommé Leader parmi les fournisseurs de plateformes FaaS par Forrester Wave

Les systèmes centraux des Jeux Asiatiques seront entièrement dans le cloud pour en faciliter l'organisation et les rendre plus durables

Function Compute d’Alibaba Cloud a reçu les meilleures notes sur 26 des 40 critères de classement par Forrester Wave. Alibaba Cloud, la branche data intelligence et technologie numérique d’Alibaba Group, annonce sa nomination en tant que Leader parmi les fournisseurs de plateformes FaaS (Functions-As-A-Service) dans The Forrester Wave. La société se distingue grâce à Function Compute, sa…

[fallenvampyra]

Diva Destruction's Debra Fogarty for "The Bats" gallery in 2000

Shot by Amelia G & Forrest Black

[sporadic-collection-wolf]

[lgspears]

for The Agents of Atlas Movie or TV series, i nominated Haley Tju or Guan Xiaotong as Lei Ling/Aero, Miya Cech or Park Ji-hu as Dani Bi/Crescent, Yoona or Tzuyu as Seol Hee/Luna Snow, Nathaniel Oh or Brandon H. Lee as Lin Lie/Sword Master, Logan Kim or Forrest Wheeler as Amadeus Cho/Brawn, Sanya Lopez or Liza Soberano as Pearl Pangan/Wave and Lee Joo-bin or HoYeon Jung as Ami Han/White Fox.

[70slesbian]

every time i see someone doing “euro summer” online i can’t help but wonder why they’re in rome or rhodes or etc in the middle of july or august like do you have an ACTIVE death wish

[track2hack]

HORSES TRULY BRING OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE AND I AM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT 😭😭😭

[seph-ren]

⊹₊⟡ˑ⊹₊ ✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧･ﾟ:₊⊹₊⟡ˑ

don't understand why people see emotions as some basic, primitive thing that you have to “overcome” in order to get to the next phase of life...as if doing so is an ascent into “maturity”. when in fact, maturity is really just another word for suppression. but what people don't realize is that when you toy with your subconscious, which refuses to stay put as is, it can strike as poison in your veins and make you fall kind of ill. and it's only a matter of time before that spreads to the physical.

𖦹𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ₊˚⊹♡˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚₊˚⊹♡𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𖦹

[sinfulforrest]

wish I could be at home writing and drafting ideas up a a a a a its been a little while since I've been hit with such a creative burst of energy

[stigmvtas]

( @eclvpses )

"You came with Parker, then?" They weren't jealous - not in a real way, at least; at least Gabe told themself it wasn't in the real way, that maybe it'd just been a case of FOMO, like - hey guys, what if we'd all gone in a group? Wouldn't that be cool? Kind of way - trying not to pull at the loose thread on their suit's sleeve and betray the effortless confidence they were so desperately trying to portray. They were usually good at it - modeled nude, for Christ's sake - but everything made Gabe feel more and more on edge lately. "That's - cool. Parker's really cool - she's like, friends - with me, I mean. We're all like - bartenders, y'know? Practically a guild - tavernkeepers, barmaids, et. cetera, et. cetera... uh - you look nice! Like, really nice - am I eating an entire fucking foot right now? I should - shut up, maybe - probably -"

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IIAR> Analyst Firm Webinar: Forrester Wave Update, 16th July

Forrester recently unveiled an update to its Forrester Wave evaluative research methology (see Stephen Power’s blog post and my own take on it) and the IIAR> is eager to explore the new changes with our members.   As part of the IIAR> commitment to bring our members updated, current information to put them ahead of the game, we’re offering an exclusive conversation with the Head of the Forrester…

[thepossummoldypasta]

Hidden In The Woods

In the woods around Hawkins there is a van, and in that van lives an Eddie. Not a nasty beat-up van in constant need of repair, nor is it a creepy van that looks like it belongs to a serial killer; It’s Eddie's van and that means comfort. It has a perfectly undented body painted green and a mattress in the back. Or well, he doesn't actually live in the van. It's a nice van sure but Eddie lives in a doublewide trailer with his uncle, not his van–no matter how often they joke about it. 

(and there is a small chance he’s lying when he says it doesn't constantly break down)

He’s heading to his van now actually. 

Eddie longs for the ability to teleport at times like this; he’s trudging through the woods after a particularly fucked drug deal, and all he wants is to be in the back of his beloved shitbox, wrapped in blankets and smoking a joint. 

But Eddie can't magically teleport to the van and he also can’t ban Tommy Hagan from buying his weed–who was a major ass today by the way–because he gets most of his income from the jerk. 

He also can’t park closer to where he deals, which sucks. Eddie knows Hopper looks for his van parked on the side roads, so woods it is. Boo.

It's not that much farther….

And it's a nice day...

Plus the trees are pretty…

Eddie loves fall: the trees light up so magically in the sunbeams like a leafy fire, he sees more gray squirrels dancing about the forest floor this time of year, and Halloween is just awesome. 

This Halloween especially. He led a bitchin’ Halloween one-shot with his new DnD club this year and nothing could sour his mood for almost a week afterward. Even though there was some weird pumpkin blight that year that meant no jack-o-lanterns and the controlled burns in the woods behind Forrest Hills kept him up at night all that month. 

Plus he had a really good fall break so far. 

Okay, maybe things aren't sooooo bad. Trust a walk in nature to clear his head. Now that he’s calmed down Eddie can appreciate how nice everything is. 

Wait.

Eddie definitely didn't leave the back of the van open when he left.

Maybe things are shit and Eddie is an idiot. 

Fuck 

He’s lanky and gangly and has no weapon to defend himself with, but Eddie still creeps closer to the doors. 

Hagan couldn't have gotten here before Eddie, so he’s probably not going to get jumped for selling him overpriced weed. Maybe a really smart, really lucky,  raccoon just so happened to get the door open? More likely Eddie opened the damn thing himself, completely forgot about it, and is now making mountains out of molehills…

He props a hand on the closed door and peeks around it into the dim back. And promptly reels back in shock falling flat on his ass. 

It's a total Occam's Razor moment. The easiest and most simple solution is that the universe hates Eddie Munson. Because that's definitely Steve Harrington in the back of his van. He’s snuggled deep into Eddie’s blankets and smelling distinctly more omega than the last time he saw the guy. But it's Steve alright. 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck 

What the fuck is Steve Harrington doing in the back of Eddie’s van? He’s never even had a conversation with the guy!

What do you do in this situation! 

Steve’s obviously nested back there, and if He was completely scentless before the fall break he’s gotta be fresh off his presentation heat, so like hell is Eddie going to go barging in–that's a surefire way to get his face ripped off–but Eddie also needs to get in that van eventually! 

He Raises back up on shaky legs, poking his head fully into the back; and takes another good, hard, look. 

There is still a person in the back of his van. A whole-ass person who wasn't in his van when he left. A person who is without a doubt, Steve. 

A rustle of movement, a quick shifting of blankets, pulls Eddie back to reality. There’s a cute little chirr from the nest followed swiftly by chestnut waves of hair shimming out into the open. Eddie isn't even given time to react before doe-eyes bleary with sleep blink down at him. 

“Eddie!” 

And oh isn't that the sweetest little chirp. Eddie watches in astonishment as the omega wiggles to prop himself up against the back of the driver's seat, chirping adorably all the while.  Eddie can't decide if he’s more mystified by The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins™ cuddled up back there, or That he knows Eddie’s name. 

Now that the omega isn't completely cocooned, Eddie can smell that faintest hint of mint that Steve is throwing into the air paired with heady lavender and it draws him in. Before he even realizes he’s followed his nose and clambered into the back of the van… his van. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Eddie starts slowly. Are you comfy?” It's an innocent enough question. Hopefully, if he plays it casually, Steve won't decide Eddie’s a threat and rend him to dust for being in the poor Omega’s space.  

Steve didn't seem to understand at first cooing a cute, drawn-out  “Hi, Eddie” but eventually he blinked owlishly and replied with a smile “So cozy”. 

“That’s nice sweetheart, but how bout we get you to your nest, hmm?” the alpha tries to suggest. Oh but now Steve looks a bit confused; drawing his brows together and pouting. 

“Nest? ‘M in my nest?” Steve says (well actually he whines it, but Eddie is trying to ignore that lest his heart break). Crap what does he do now?

“I–I know you’re nesting right now, uh–but wouldn’t you be–wouldn't you feel better at home?” Eddie reasons. 

“But there’s no nest there!” Steve whines again “They wont let me have a nest! I wanna stay here” 

“Okay, Okay” Eddie soothes in a hushed voice,” you don't have to go anywhere you don't want to sweetheart” Eddie is in so much trouble. Now that he knows Steve won't be pissed at him for being so close, Eddie’s having a hell of a time not being closer.  

Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing.  

Eddie coos from a distance until the whines and whimpers peter out and are replaced by soft sleepy snuffles. 

“How did you even get here, big boy?” Eddie questions. The thought has been plaguing him, what happened while he was away?

“I was taking a walk” Steve starts, he lays his head down and his eyes flutter closed before he continues. “I needed to get away and I went into the woods. I got turned around but you saved me.”

“I saved you?” How the hell did he do that? 

“Mmm hmmm, I smelled ya” Steve hums” smelled so good so I followed.” ok, even more confused now. Eddie has an…unconventional scent–basil and tobacco leaf–he can't imagine someone trekking through the woods to find something that smells like pasta sauce and cigarettes. And how long was Steve lost in the woods, how long was he wandering, cold and alone, with only a scent trail for comfort. 

“Hey, Eddie?” 

“Uh yes?” Eddie focuses back on reality, ready to face whatever he’s about to be asked.

“If I’m sleeping beauty, why didn't you wake me with a kiss?” nope not ready for that. 

“Would you? Uh Do–did you want me to?” Steve nods against the soft blanket pillowed underneath him.  

Oh. 

Eddie feels his resolve crack and threatens to shatter. He can't take advantage of Steve when he’s so vulnerable. Is he vulnerable? Steve isn't still in heat, his mind is sound. But he is upset.  Best to leave it be for now. 

“Do you still want me to kiss you?” 

Dang it.

Steve shoots up–ramrod-like–to nod ecstatically. Eddie's resolve shatters.  Absolutely not helped by Steve’s little please, please, pleases. 

“Okay” 

It's not like there's anyone around to judge him.

It’s like the movies, the way they lean in close and steal each other's breath. Steve tastes like honeyed sunshine. It sweetens the omega’s lavender-mint tea smell in a way that Eddie knows he’ll crave till the day he gets buried six feet under.  Eddie can't tell where he ends and his darling omega begins, drawn so close together that their purrs rattle in both chests. 

Only the lack of oxygen drives them apart, though Eddie tries to fight it. 

“I’ll do better next time princess” the alpha rumbles with care. 

They seal the deal with another perfect kiss. 

Hell yeah.

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based on this post Special thanks to @starshideurfics for inspiring me to have Eddie call Steve sleeping beauty like a SIMP

[fallenvampyra]

Diva Destruction's Debra (Devon) Fogarty at a Halloween Masquerade Ball in 1999

Shot by Amelia G & Forrest Black

[stigmvtas]

"S'okay - it's fucking adorable. Makes me feel fucking - ancient, though, feel like I came out of the womb all bearded up. Have to shave every hour, or else I start looking like Gandalf - thou shall not pass! - or whatever that old fuck says." Their hand patted at Forrest's cheek, fondly - an excuse to brush against their skin, steal some of the smoothness for themself - smile small but coy. "Must've been in my dreams - it just felt so realistic," Gabe's hand swept down, poked softly at their chest with another impish giggle, "Aw - dude, going to make me blush and shit - I was a total loser in high school. And I say that proudly - I marched my heart out in band, okay? I've got a mean fucking - military stomp." A brief pause between their words, excitement shining through their eyes, practically high-laser beams, "Wait - really? Aw - fuck yeah, dude!" It took Gabe a second to not immediately toss the wheel off them, rocking so far back on their heels that they felt ready to launch themself into the air. "You're the bravest - the fucking, funnest, dude - you're going to look so sick, you're going to love it - fuck, okay - fuck, can you spin it for me? I can't get a good - fucking, um - grip."

“My mum told me it was totally normal that someone my age still has a hard time growing facial hair.” Even though his tone was teasing, it’d been a genuine conversation they’d had. He was baby-faced, features filled out with cheekbones and lucky enough to have a somewhat decent jawline, but Forrest was convinced his skin was even smoother now than when he was born. And free of any markings - suddenly, the idea of getting a piercing was somewhat exciting. “Alright, alright -,” Despite feigning annoyance, Forrest was flush with a joy he’d refuse to admit to. Or less admit to and more know he shouldn’t touch on - the idea of allowing himself something like Gabe in any way he wanted past friendship felt like dangerous territory. “I never said my nipples weren’t fantastic. Have you ever even seen them? I thought I was a bit more classy than that. You bring out the worst in me.” Forrest hadn’t even realized he’d still been clutching onto their hand - literally hovered mid air between them, forgotten with how easy it’d felt until he finally let them go. “I wish we’d been in the same year in high school. You would’ve made me feel so cool. Alright, you can give me one ear piercing. Just to see… how it feels. Don’t judge me, I’m new to this. But whatever you spin you gotta get. And if it’s not terrible… I’ll do it with you. I dunno, whatever - I’m feeling brave. I’m very spontaneous and fun, Gabe.”