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engenhariadesoftware · 1 month ago
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Roger S. Pressman: Pioneiro na Engenharia de Software
A Carreira de Roger S. Pressman: Quase Cinco DĂ©cadas de Impacto na Engenharia de Software Roger S. Pressman Ă© uma figura central no campo da engenharia de software, com uma carreira que se estende por quase cinquenta anos. Seu trabalho como engenheiro, consultor, autor e empresĂĄrio influenciou significativamente o modo como softwares sĂŁo desenvolvidos e gerenciados em todo o mundo. Ao longo das

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beholdmystuffz · 2 years ago
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Eyyyy it's Mr. Bucket!!! I can't believe I gave my nephew this one. Now I gotta get a new one 🙄 😒 😅
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wally-b-feed · 2 years ago
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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), TV Grid Sol Pressman, 2022
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terminusantequem · 1 month ago
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Joseph Pressmane (French, 1904-1967), Nu Ă  sa toilette, 1937. Oil on canvas, 116 x 73 cm
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ikvgai · 7 months ago
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s1ater · 1 year ago
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hell v heaven.
pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader
about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her
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warnings. swearing
from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show
west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.
your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walks—which you also really never did.
the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldn’t help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.
but it wasn’t funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.
“you think god's trying to teach us a lesson?” you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.
even as this was a nightmare and you weren’t used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.
“i don’t think it’s that deep,” you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harry’s living room.
but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, “what’s your problem?”
you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, “what?-” you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.
“because ever since we discovered we’re trapped here it seems like you couldn’t give a damn and it’s really pissing me off,” she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. “you’re not here for anyone and i haven’t heard you cry once either, y/n.”
“you want me.. you want me to cry?” you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.
“yes, y/n, because i’m really close to thinking you’re a sociopath-”
“woah, woah, woah, maddie” harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, “shut up.”
“don’t tell me to ‘shut up’ harry.”
“don’t be a cunt, maddie,” he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.
if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.
"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."
harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"
"yeah, I'm good."
“you sure?”
you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.
strange.
it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.
west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friend’s character, as seen seconds ago. you couldn’t decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.
before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didn’t fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.
“yeah, i’m sure,” you pressed your lips into a thin line.
“i don’t think she understands people handle grief differently,” he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.
“you think i’m in grief?”
he pauses, doesn’t look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, “i mean, aren’t we all?”
aren’t we all?
jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.
“i-uh-“
“y/n,” he stops you, shaking his hand. “when-when my father died, i didn’t think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?—just a death, right?”
he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, “thing was, i didn’t realize that that death, was my fathers death—i mean i did, my body didn’t. i was in denial.”
silence. you both think about his words.
the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...
“i shouldn’t have-“
“no,” you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. “maybe you're right
 or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.”
"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."
you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.
everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?
your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.
what was happening to you?
you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.
"you okay?"
you hate that question.
"yeah, i'm okay."
"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.
you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.
fuck, not now.
"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.
“i shouldn’t be crying-“
he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, “crying is fine.”
“i feel bad.”
“for what?”
“harry, i don’t even feel bad about them being gone,” you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. “i feel bad about you and your father and everything.”
“oh?” he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. “why?”
you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.
"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."
he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.
"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."
why does he feel like this?
his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.
he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.
as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.
he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.
"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."
he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."
you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.
"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."
you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.
he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"
"yeah, i'm good," you nod.
"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."
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forbescaroline · 2 years ago
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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 176. harry bingham and allie pressman - the society “You don’t have to be ashamed. I think we know each other pretty well.”
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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year ago
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Hi, I love your web weaves and I was wondering if I could request one about the odd things children hold onto in their adult lives. Something to go with "She was certain that he was thinking, we are not going to the Lighthouse tomorrow; and she thought, he will remember that all his life." From To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. Thank you, I hope you have a wonderful day!!
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i hope this is what you were looking for !!
B.N Pressman Stories of My Childhood / Virginia Woolf To the Lighthouse / @luvingsunshine / The Florida Project (2017) dir. Sean Baker / @ritikajyala the flesh i burned
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proverbialschoolmarm · 9 months ago
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demifiendrsa · 9 months ago
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First look at The Crow (2024 movie).
The film is slated to hit theaters on June 7, 2024.
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geekcavepodcast · 1 year ago
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Carol & The End of the World Trailer
A planet is on a collision course with Earth. In the few remaining months before the apocalypse, Carol struggles to embrace the chaos of the end, where most people feel liberated to pursue their wildest dreams, and search for meaning in her life.
Carol & The End of the World stars the voice talents of Martha Kelly (Carol), Michael Chernus, Bridget Everett, Beth Grant, Lawrence Pressman, Kimberly HĂ©bert Gregory, Mel Rodriguez, and Delbert Hunt. The series is created by Dan Guterman.
Carol & The End of the World hits Netflix on December 15, 2023.
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danneelswife · 1 month ago
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allie and cassandra pressman | brutal
all i did was try my best this the kinda thanks i get?
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painiac · 7 months ago
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myloveoffandoms · 7 months ago
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Female Characters that make me question my sexuality: P1
Katherine Pierce
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Tori Vega and Jade West
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Buffy Summers
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Izzy Lightwood
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Rikki Chadwick
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Faye Chamberline
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Clarke Griffin and Octavia Blake
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Dorcas and Prudence
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Allie Pressman
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Rue Bennett and Maddy Perez
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kaoszkutato · 10 months ago
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megtekintéssel provokålt
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"sajĂĄtos Ă©szjĂĄrĂĄsĂș, talpraesett nemzet a miĂ©nk, Ă©s ha nem is mindig Ă©rtenek minket, figyelnek rĂĄnk." - NovĂĄk Katalin, köztĂĄrsasĂĄgi elnök
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d1gnan · 11 months ago
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hii fight club nation i made these for u
jack playlist tyler durden playlist
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