#communications products

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https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--comm-products--phy/ksz8721bli-microchip-6275010

High-Speed CAN Transceiver, ethernet PHY chip, Ethernet controller

KSZ8721B Series 2.5 V 10/100 Base TX/FX Physical Layer Transceiver - LQFP-48

[juliaxyn]

Studying with a tired heart and a hopeful mind

[academicfever]

77/100 days of productivity!

Saturday reset mode: activated. You’re building something bigger than just a productive day—you’re building resilience, discipline, and balance. Keep going!

Log: 23 Feb

☀ Morning ▸ Breakfast + journal ▸ Research Work (RO) ▸ Light stretching

🌿 Afternoon ▸ Deep-clean workspace + tidy up ▸ Lunch+ write up ▸ Catch up on research (editing)

🌙 Evening ▸ Call home ▸ Yoga ▸ Go shopping ▸ Wind down with a movie or podcast

[erraticprocrastinator]

A reminder to all my lovely fellow writers: progress is progress, even when it isn't. Writing four thousand words in a session is progress. Writing a hundred words in a session is progress. Removing an entire scene because it doesn't flow well is progress. Rethinking your plan for the plot in order to get unstuck is progress. Development looks different for every writer and every story.

[study-sphere]

IF YOU GET TIRED, LEARN TO REST NOT TO QUIT

- Banksy

[lady-academic]

| Day 16 |

I fall off the horse, but always get back on it. It may take a while, but the goal will be accomplished.

Source

[thelostfilesofstudents]

"Studying is not a trend. It's a lifestyle. A lifestyle is not an amount. It's practice. So what are you waiting for? Take action. "

-thelostfilesofstudents

[pukefactory]

︶꒦꒷ NOCTURNE COLLECTION ꒷꒦︶

ྐ✚ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Ken The Butcher X Reader

ྐ✚ Character(s): Ken The Butcher (The Gaslight District)

ྐ✚ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

ྐ✚ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

ྐ✚ Image Credits: @MemuroPage on Pinterest

꒷꒦ You met Ken the same way most people meet death—with a sharp hook around the ankle and the smell of blood in your throat. You weren’t supposed to be in the Whale Belly. You got lost. Or maybe something worse brought you there. But instead of slicing you open like a slab of meat, Ken squinted at your face, muttered something about “wrong time, wrong place,” and offered you a job as a server. With one condition: “You breathe a word to anyone, and I’ll use your ribs for soup stock.” You think that was his way of being sweet.

꒷꒦ Ken doesn’t do affection. He does inspection. He yells at you for not wearing gloves. Yells at you for talking to Mud. Yells at you when you slice onions wrong. “What’re you doin’, lettin’ yourself bleed like that? What if the virtues sniff it out, huh? You tryin’ to die?!” You never realized love could look like a hulking butcher shoving gauze against your palm with shaking hands. Like a man who screams because he doesn’t know how to cry.

꒷꒦ The moment he realizes he’s in love with you, he panics. He tears apart a whole freezer full of pork trying to cool down. What the hell is he supposed to do with this? You—this soft, living thing—liking him? Choosing him? That’s not normal. That’s not safe. So he does the only thing he knows how to: “Stay in the back. Don’t talk to nobody. Don’t look at Mud. Don’t breathe unless I say so.”…And when you do all that anyway, just to stay near him, he nearly bursts a vein.

꒷꒦ He takes “overprotective” to mythic levels. You tripped once and got scraped up. Within the hour, Ken had six gangsters lined up with broken kneecaps, screaming, “WHICH ONE OF YOU PUT A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK?!” It was a pebble. Doesn’t matter. They’re still cemented to this day.

꒷꒦ He can’t bear to let you out of his sight, so he makes you a butcher’s apprentice. Now you’re stuck in the Whale Belly, learning how to clean knives while Ken critiques your slicing technique with the intensity of a drill sergeant. “No, no, you’re butcherin’ the cut wrong! And not in the good way! Look—like this, you see? Precise. Surgical. Delicate, like open-heart murder.” You can’t tell if he’s flirting or teaching, but either way, you’re sweating.

꒷꒦ When he thinks about the future, he sees red. Not in the angry way. In the wedding veil soaked in blood kind of way. He doesn’t think he deserves a happy ending, but sometimes he imagines one: you in some nice white piece (with a Kevlar vest underneath), him walking you down the aisle (or slaughterhouse hallway), Breadhead officiating. “I’m just sayin’, … if this dump ever goes quiet, and Mel don’t hate my guts, and I ain’t dead yet… maybe we find a chapel. Or a ditch. You pick.”

꒷꒦ He makes you breakfast every morning: eggs (not human), toast (slightly charred), and coffee so bitter it feels like chewing sin. He won’t let anyone else near your food. “You want cyanide in your pancakes? No? Then you eat what I cook.” You tell him it’s perfect every time. He grumbles. But he starts setting the table for two anyway.

꒷꒦ Ken doesn’t trust easily, but he gives you the key to the back freezer. No one has that key. Not even Breadhead. It’s where he keeps the real things. The sacred things. The broken things that still hurt. You found an old photo once—of a baby with a familiar curl in her hair, held by someone Ken tore out of the frame. He saw you holding it and went silent for the whole night. Next morning, he gave you a necklace made from a butcher’s hook. “Wear it. If the virtues come for you… you’ll swing before they do.”

꒷꒦ He doesn’t say “I love you.” He says “Don’t die.” He says it a lot. After arguments. Before raids. When you go to sleep. “Don’t die on me. Not before I do. Not before I finish what I started.” You don’t say anything back. You just hold his hand—scarred, raw, shaking—and hope it says enough.

꒷꒦ If anyone ever hurt you, there wouldn’t be a second time. There wouldn’t be a first time, not really—just a blip before Ken’s rage blotted out the sun. He’s not subtle. He doesn’t bluff. If someone touched a hair on your head, he’d go full monologue: “You touched somethin’ that didn’t belong to you. And now, I’m gonna peel you like garlic and use your spine as a meat skewer.” You asked once if he’d really go that far. He didn’t answer. Just wiped his hands, kissed your knuckles, and muttered, “Only if I’m feelin’ merciful.”

[sick-shooter]

I LOVE ANDREW

I LOVE ANDREW

I LOVE ANDREW

I LOVE HER SM

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[studyandsteep]

don't want to study? try staring at a wall first

(unconventional study tips, part 3) - check out the full series here!

if you don't want to start studying, stare at the wall until you've grown sufficiently bored. then, get started on your homework or studying- you'll be bored enough that anything in comparison sounds fun enough.

this "wall-gazing" method of study gives your brain the chance to decompress and start focusing, making you more alert in your studying.

no, seriously. promise y'all it actually works it's insane

[juliaxyn]

It is time to take the books and start studying, you will achieve your goals!!!

[kiinaya]

Grab your coffee, and just start.

[academicfever]

87/100

Log: 5th March ☑ Morning shower _journal ☑ Review & edit thesis section ☑ Research: EV battery degradation models ☑ Read: Age of Revolutions ☑ _call home + stretch ☑ Organize project files

I radiate confidence, positivity, and joy, embracing each moment with determination and purpose. Today is filled with endless possibilities, and I have everything I need to succeed.

[blackwitchmubina]

Our local library is like a small part of paradise 💘💘💘