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Why Is Product Durability Important?

Durability refers to a product's ability to remain functional during normal operation over its design lifetime. Measures of durability include years of life, hours of use, and operational cycles. Goods with a long usable life are called durable goods in economics.

The Practical Advantages

Obviously, a product's durability provides numerous direct practical benefits to its end users. The most straightforward example is storage. Storage containers (such as our own material handling bins) must be durable by definition; if they split or break, you must not only replace the containers themselves, but also their contents. Having animal feed or even chemical components run out into the ground is not anyone's ideal circumstance.

However, plastic objects made using rotomoulding technologies may need to be robust and durable for other reasons.  Safety products such as plastic safety stairs must of course support the weight of their users or they are inherently unfit for purpose. Therefore, durability can often be the key to a product's functionality.

While durable products are frequently more expensive at first, the initial cost quickly balances off in the long run. Cheaper, less durable products are prone to far more frequent breakages, which means that maintenance or replacement costs can quickly mount, ultimately making them more expensive. And if you're selling your own customised product to customers, that financial aggravation will almost certainly result in a loss of brand loyalty!

Durable Products Are More Environmentally Friendly

This one may not be as clear at first glance. Surely, all items, whether lasting or not, employ the same raw materials, right? Yes, but the longer a single product lasts, the more time it has for the ecosystem to recover the materials needed to build it.

Here's a frequent industrial example to describe this scenario. To obtain logs for a log cabin, trees must be felled. To be considered sustainable, the construction must last at least as long as it takes the trees to recover. This gives our natural environment more time to heal before the cycle begins again.

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RK Industries | Innovating High-Grade Dyes

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[aarunresearcher]

The United States IVD market is experiencing robust growth, driven by the increasing prevalence of chronic and infectious diseases, including diabetes, cardiovascular disorders, cancer, and infectious diseases such as COVID-19. This, in turn, has heightened the need for accurate and timely diagnostic tools like IVD, thus creating lucrative growth opportunities for the market. 

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EKO TESTING LABS: Premier Milk & Dairy Products Testing Laboratory in India

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In Cosmetic Research And Development lab, cosmetic chemists experiment with their concepts and develop brand-new, interesting ones - Cosmetic Research Lab

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Material Testing Labs in Chennai

Material Testing Labs in Chennai offer comprehensive testing services to ensure the quality and compliance of various materials. Our expert analysis includes mechanical, thermal, and chemical testing. Trust us for reliable results and enhanced material performance.

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Reliable Pharma Testing Labs for Quality & Compliance

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RK Industries | Lab Tools for Dye Testing

RK Industries uses advanced lab equipment to create high-quality color dyes, ensuring reliable, precise production that meets industry standards.

[aarunresearcher]

United States point of care diagnostics market size is projected to exhibit a growth rate (CAGR) of 6.90% during 2024-2032. Numerous advancements in portable and handheld diagnostic devices have enhanced the convenience and user-friendliness of testing, which is primarily driving the market growth.

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AUTHOR PLSS SHARE ANY VIKTOR RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS YOU HAVE especially pining 👀 UR WRITING IS DELICIOUSS 🙏🙏

The pinning period was…painful to say the least but funny enough when looked back upon because neither of you had an ounce of subtlety in your bodies, especially not when it came to hiding the fact that you both liked each other; which only came off as more obvious to the people who know you well enough to understand what was going on.

You admired Viktor for his intelligent. His ambitions to better the lives of those of unfortunate origins by striving in finding ways to extending their expectancy, treating them of their ailments and more, all the while you found yourself lost in his soft voice and the way his amber eyes shone like whiskey in a pristine shot glass beneath a warm light.

He was beautiful in every sense of the word to you and you wanted nothing more then to show you just how beautiful he was in your eyes, but of course like anyone else rejection wasn’t exactly something you’d wish to experience from someone you respected and adored.

So you decided that longing stares of adoration and tearing would be the safest route possible for you, after all you wouldn’t get hurt and you weren’t expected to confess either! Win-win situation….except It wasn’t and your heart aches every time he walked by you, greeting you with the sweetest smile and followed by an even sweeter ‘hello’ as his hand brushes against your hand.

Needless to say You were fucking dying on the inside from not saying anything but you didn’t want to ruin what you had just because you felt just a little bit more than a friend. The pain of never telling Viktor how you felt was somehow even worse then any other pain you’ve experienced before, it felt as though your heart was trying to escape from your chest to join its other half in Viktor’s chest. You hated it but at least it remained you that those feelings were real, that they existed and weren’t a figment of your imagination.

Now on the other side Viktor was facing a similar situation to yourself as he drags his hands down his face when the realisation struck. He had an inkling that he felt romantic feelings for you but he tended to push it away because he didn’t feel as though you two would look well matched when put together in his minds eye, he felt as though you deserved someone who didn’t spend most of his time in the laboratory, occasionally sleeping there when he was deeply invested in his project and ignoring his bodily needs for food and breaks.

However he couldn’t ignore the matters of his heart no matter how hard he tries to, but soon Viktor finds that his head was just as consumed by you as his heart was, which proved to make productivity in his project a lot harder to complete. He couldn’t blame you nor did he want to even when he finds himself looking out a window like a love sick pup, only to spot you walking the grounds lost in your own mind all the while possessing the freedom of an uncaged bird.

You were beautiful, sweet and a lovely soul and Viktor didn’t feel as if it was his place to be by your side as he watched you walked back into the building and out of sight. He leans back against his chair and places his hand against his chest and feeling his heart beating against his palm, begging him to say something, anything to you in hopes of easing this pain of infatuation; all the while his head told him that while a love like yours would be sweet to experience he didn’t know the possibilities of a love as pure as that could exist long term.

Despite the fear of rejection and uncertainty of how long your relationship were to stand the test of time you and Viktor spent a lot of time together regardless, even if it was mostly in silence sometimes, which didn’t make matters better for either of you in regards to your feelings towards one another but make them stronger and even more of a hassle to ignore. However it didn’t matter in the moment as the moments you spend together were peaceful, warm and just felt right as though this was where you’re meant to be this entire time, it was soothing and neither you nor Viktor wanted to end.

but unfortunately sleep was a detractor that threatened to pull you both apart by the end of the day.

Did you accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder once in the library? Yes, yes you did and what did Viktor do? He smiled softly at you as he admired you before he found himself falling fast asleep with him resting his was atop of your own. The position wasn’t comfortable in the slightest nor did wonders for your necks, but it was a memory that Viktor would look back on fondly when he felt a little cold and lonely at night to warm his heart.

Sweet, tender moments like these often happened between the two of you that included you getting him breakfast in the morning so that he wouldn’t starve, all so you could see the look of gratitude upon his face as he pats you on the arm.

‘Thank you my dorogaya.’ He says with a gentle smile and you swore you felt your face heat up ten times more than normal.

(Dorogaya is -according to internet, so I trust it extremely loosely, a Russian term of endearment meaning dear)

‘That’s okay Viktor, I’m just making sure you don’t end up falling asleep here…again.’ You said with a smile. ‘Now I better see you eat some food and not just drink the coffee, much like you did the last time.’ You added as you looked at Viktor with a raise brow as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

Even when being scolded he was the absolute cutest. You thought to yourself as you impulsively kissed his cheek, wishing him a good rest of his day, before leaving the laboratory where the real autism of what you had just did hit you just as the door shut behind you.

Welp so much for keeping your hidden feelings secret. Sure it was on impulse but it didn’t matter now as a month later you’re in a solid relationship with Viktor.

Let’s move onto the actual relationship things!

First of all you kiss each other’s cheek and or forehead in greeting in the morning almost. It was simple little act, but it was enough to start your day despite how early it was for either of you and give you a little pick me up to start the day.

‘Good morning my dorodaya.’ Viktor says softly as he pecks your cheek.

‘Good morning my love.’ You reply, kissing him softly on the cheek before kissing his other cheek just because you could, making him smile at you as his cheeks became warm from your sweet affection. He still was very not use to you being so openly affectionate to him, meanwhile he’d much prefer to keep most affection in private. Though this didn’t mean Viktor wasn’t above running a hand down your arm or linking his pinky with yours before bravely intertwining your fingers together so that your palms were pressed against one another’s.

These touches were reminders of the fact that this was real, that this wasn’t a dream that you’ll inevitably wake up from unfairly.

You still keep getting Viktor food and coffee as usual but this time you stay to eat along side him until you’re needed elsewhere, for you don’t want to be anywhere else but besides your beautiful and intelligent Viktor.

Meanwhile poor Viktor knew he was going to get teased to hell and back for hiding the fact that he had a partner, but he didn’t mind it if it meant he could spend a little time with you seeing as you both had really busy schedules, which meant there wasn’t much time you could spend together that wasn’t before you went to sleep or just as you were both waking up.

You even give him soft hugs and words such as ‘you okay honey?’ ‘Everything going smoothly over here’ or ‘please eat enough my love and make sure you take breaks or else I’ll drag you outside myself to get some fresh air.’ Viktor couldn’t help but smile at your lighthearted threat and lean himself back into to smirk at you playfully.

‘Is that a promise my muse?’ He asks innocently.

You kiss his forehead. ‘It’s a promise I intend to make good on.’ You replied, squeezing his shoulders. ‘Love you my beloved, have a good day and don’t overdo yourself.’ You added, wanting Viktor to be nothing but of acceptable health as finding him sleeping in the lab with bad posture made you wince.

‘As long as you take care of yourself my dorodaya.’ Viktor said seriously as he squeezed your hand before prying it open to put something in it and then closing your hand once more.

You knew instantly he made you something with his own two hands, you had a box filled with trinkets and other memorabilia that Viktor had made with you in mind, whether he was aware of it or not but you treasured each and every one as though they were priceless items you could never depart with.

You even left notes of affirmations and encouragement for Viktor, followed by small silly doodles somewhere you could to let him know that there was someone on his side and to always be in his corner while he continues his pursuits as a scientist. Words and cute doodles which were highly appreciated by Viktor as he too kept a box filled with all the notes you’ve ever given him since your relationship began.

Your dates were mainly indoors but neither of you were complaining as all you needed was each other as you cuddled up close and enjoyed listening to the other breath before slipping into a comfortable slumber, buried underneath a bundle of comfy and soft blankets.

[spr1ngtweaks]

Reluctant Comfort?... - oneshot | part 2 (for the "Late-Night Hypothesis")

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣/𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 (ℙ𝕣𝕖 -“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣” 𝕍ℍ𝕊 𝕋𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕩 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

(Harley in his middle 30s and reader/you in late 20s)

🇨​🇴​🇳​🇹​🇪​🇳​🇹​ 🇼​🇦​🇷​🇳​🇮​🇳​🇬​: None ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ – After you fall asleep at your desk, Harley lingers longer than necessary, his eyes lingering on your face. As he turns away, several of his coworkers—Eddie Ritterman, Leith Pierre, and Stella Greyber—make suggestive comments (about how he seems to care more about you than he should). But Harley evades, hiding behind cold answers and aloof demeanors. The conversation turns to recent experiments—the orphans who disappeared in secret, the brutal results they dare not discuss openly…

The laboratory was silent, save for the soft hum of overhead lights overhead. Harley Sawyer stood still, eyes lingering on the figure slumped over the desk—head resting atop a disordered pile of notes, breaths slow and even.

A sigh slipped from his lips as he reached for his lab coat, draping it over your shoulders with the practiced indifference of a man who had long since abandoned sentimentality.

Practicality, he told himself. Fatigue hinders productivity.

That was all.

And yet, when your stirred beneath the fabric, murmuring something half-conscious, he hesitated.

He was not one for displays of affection, nor did he see value in pointless tenderness, but the weight in his chest was a sensation he refused to name. He turned away before he could dwell on it any further.

Footsteps broke his trance. He recognized the gait before he even looked up.

"Still here, Sawyer?"

Eddie M. N. Ritterman’s voice carried an edge of amusement, but there was something measured beneath it. The older man leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze flicking from Harley to the sleeping figure. One brow lifted. "Didn’t take you for the sentimental type."

Harley exhaled slowly, irritation threading through his carefully maintained composure. "If you came here to comment on my habits, you’re wasting both our time."

Eddie smirked, pushing off the frame. "Relax. Just an observation." His expression darkened slightly, something more calculating surfacing. "But I have to wonder—do you think sentimentality will be tolerated?"

Harley bristled at the insinuation. He had clawed his way up through the ranks of Playtime Co. through sheer intellect and ruthless ambition, but no matter how far he ascended, men like Eddie always looked at him as though he were a tool, a means to an end. It should not have bothered him. And yet—

He glanced back at the sleeping form on the desk. The sight stirred something unfamiliar. He remembered the first meeting, how your sharp tongue and unwavering gaze had irritated and intrigued him in equal measure.

You were clever—too clever, perhaps, for your own good. And yet, you had stayed, challenging him in ways he had not anticipated. He should have found it infuriating. Instead, he had found himself watching you, too often and for too long.

His fingers twitched at his side, recalling the warmth of your skin when he had brushed against them earlier, entirely by accident. He told himself it was insignificant. He had bigger concerns—more important matters to attend to.

Like the project. Like the children.

His stomach twisted at the thought. The orphans—test subjects, they were called, as if reducing them to a category could erase the reality of what had been done.

He had seen their faces, heard their voices—before they had been molded into something unrecognizable. It was necessary. It had to be. And yet, in the darkest corners of his mind, doubt whispered.

A voice he had long buried—one that sounded suspiciously like his younger self, before Ludwig had dismissed him, before his genius had been deemed too reckless, too cruel—resurfaced.

Would the man he had been recognize the man he had become?

"Sawyer," Eddie’s voice cut through the haze, drawing him back. "Are you even listening?"

Harley inhaled sharply, shoulders straightening. "I have work to do. Unless you have something of value to contribute, I suggest you leave."

Eddie studied him for a long moment before chuckling. "Suit yourself." He turned to go but paused at the threshold. "Just remember—attachment makes men weak. And weakness has no place here."

Harley did not respond. He merely watched as the older man disappeared down the dimly lit corridor before his gaze drifted, once more, to the slumbering figure before him.

He had never believed in kindness. But as he stood there, his coat still draped over you, he found himself lingering just a moment too long.

───── ⋆⋅✝⋅⋆ ─────

The lab was silent now.

Not the usual kind of silence that came with the late hours, where machines hummed and the distant clatter of some unseen worker echoed through the walls...

No, this was the silence that settled in after everything had been said. After words exchanged between weary scientists, after tension coiled and uncoiled like a serpent winding through the air. Harley stood in the middle of it, staring at nothing, his hands curled loosely at his sides.

The dancing of light in the lab cast elongated shadows across his face, carving out the sharpness of his cheekbones, the set of his jaw.

He was still as he always was after conversations like these—conversations where Eddie’s carefully veiled reprimands, Leith’s sardonic remarks, and Stella’s unreadable expressions piled atop one another, pressing in against his ribs.

Words about ethics, about progress, about lines crossed and lines yet to be drawn. As if they mattered. As if, at this point, there was anything left to salvage... for sake.

And then there was you.

Asleep at your desk, oblivious to the weight of the night pressing down on him. A pile of scattered notes lay beneath your head, the ink smudged faintly where your cheek had rested against the pages. His coat, still draped over your shoulders from earlier, had slipped slightly, exposing the curve of your nape to the cold air.

He should leave. He knew that. He should turn on his heel and return to his own office, lose himself in calculations and blueprints until exhaustion forced his body to surrender.

That was what he always did. That was what he was supposed to do.

And yet, he lingered.

Harley wasn’t sure when he had sat down, nor when he had leaned forward, elbows propped on his knees, watching the slow rise and fall of your breath.

He told himself it was practicality—an assessment. He had done the same with countless test subjects before, monitoring their vitals, the slightest twitch of their fingers. But this wasn’t that.

This was something else.

Your face was relaxed, softened in sleep in a way he rarely saw when you were awake. No guarded amusement, no sharp retorts laced with exasperation.

Just the quiet rise and fall of your chest, the small murmur that barely passed your lips as you shifted slightly beneath his coat. Something settled in him, something he refused to name. He had spent years categorizing every feeling, every instinct into neat, clinical labels.

It made things easier. It made him efficient.

But he had no label for this.

Harley sat there for longer than he should have, his gaze lingering in the spaces between your breaths.

He traced the contours of his own thoughts, the echoes of old memories clawing at the edges of his mind. He remembered standing in a different room, a different silence, where the weight of a wedding ring felt foreign on his hand, where the air still carried the scent of something warm—of someone who was gone.

He remembered the moment he stopped believing in anything outside of his work, the moment the pursuit of progress became the only thing that mattered.

And now, here you were. Here he was. And he had been looking at you for too long.

A quiet breath escaped him, barely more than a whisper in the stillness.

He reached forward, the movement automatic, the ghost of a touch just barely skimming the fabric near your shoulder before he stopped himself. His fingers curled into a fist, retracting as he stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor in the process.

You stirred, just barely, a soft sigh leaving your lips before you settled again.

Harley exhaled through his nose, forcing the stiffness from his shoulders.

Whatever this was, whatever momentary lapse had made him hesitate—he would not entertain it any further. There was work to be done. There was always work to be done.

Without another glance, he turned, his coat slipping slightly further down your frame as he left the room.