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[universalmediaa]

Advantages of The Bus Shelter Branding

Use Bus Shelter Branding to increase the visibility of your brand! As your message takes center stage in busy areas, you can easily reach your target audience. Our well-planned bus shelter locations guarantee optimal visibility and leave a lasting impression on prospective clients. Gain from constant visibility, drawing attention, and building brand recall. Utilize this effective advertising medium to increase your brand's visibility in the busy cityscape with stylish and eye-catching designs. The best option for powerful and efficient outdoor advertising is Bus Shelter Marketing, which will boost foot traffic, encourage interaction, and enhance your brand.

To Know more: https://www.universalmediaa.com/blog/advantages-of-the-bus-shelter-branding/

[neelaramakrishnan96]

Best Advertising Agency in Chennai | Eumaxindia

In the bustling business landscape of Chennai, Eumaxindia stands tall as the beacon of creativity and innovation, earning its reputation as the best advertising agency in the city. With a commitment to transforming brands and creating memorable campaigns, Eumaxindia is your strategic partner for reaching new heights in the competitive Chennai market.

Why Choose Eumaxindia:

Innovative Campaigns: Eumaxindia thrives on pushing creative boundaries, delivering campaigns that resonate with audiences and stand out in the clutter.

Strategic Approach: Our team understands the nuances of the Chennai market, devising strategic plans tailored to your brand's unique needs and objectives.

Diverse Services: As the best advertising agency, Eumaxindia offers a comprehensive range of services, from traditional to digital advertising, ensuring your brand's presence across various channels.

Proven Track Record: With a portfolio of successful campaigns and satisfied clients, Eumaxindia has earned its place as the go-to agency for brands seeking impactful advertising solutions.

Elevating Brands with Eumaxindia:

Whether you're a startup looking for a breakthrough or an established brand aiming for a refresh, Eumaxindia's team of experts is dedicated to elevating your brand to new heights. Our collaborative approach ensures that every campaign is a reflection of your brand's essence and goals.

Strategic Partnerships:

Eumaxindia doesn't just provide services; we build lasting partnerships. Our client-centric approach involves understanding your brand, industry, and goals to create tailor-made solutions that drive results.

Conclusion:

As the best advertising agency in Chennai, Eumaxindia is more than an agency; it's a creative powerhouse ready to bring your brand's vision to life. Experience the synergy of innovation and strategy with Eumaxindia and witness your brand's journey towards unparalleled success.

CALL US : +91 98404 86666

[eumaxindia-advertising-agency]

Leading the Way in Bus Shelter Advertising Excellence with Eumaxindia

Introduction :

In the dynamic realm of advertising, the power of making a lasting impression cannot be overstated. Bus shelter advertising, often underestimated, has become a strategic avenue for capturing the attention of a diverse and engaged audience. At the forefront of this transformation stands Eumaxindia, an advertising powerhouse known for redefining bus shelter advertising and elevating brands to new heights. In this article, we embark on a journey to uncover the nuances of bus shelter advertising and explore how Eumaxindia is pioneering excellence in this impactful medium.

The Hidden Potential of Bus Shelter Advertising :

Bus shelters are more than just functional structures; they are vibrant urban hubs where people pause in the midst of their daily journeys. Bus shelter advertising capitalizes on this unique setting, offering a golden opportunity to connect with an attentive and diverse audience. These spaces, strategically placed at key locations, have the potential to turn everyday commuters into engaged brand advocates.

Eumaxindia’s Innovative Approach :

Eumaxindia’s ascent in the advertising world can be attributed to its innovative and strategic approach to bus shelter advertising. The agency understands that the success of a campaign lies in the art of design and the science of placement. They meticulously select high-traffic shelter locations to ensure that your brand message reaches a maximum number of potential customers.

The Art of Captivation :

At the heart of Eumaxindia’s bus shelter advertising success lies the art of captivation. The agency boasts a team of creative designers who go beyond the visual realm; they craft narratives that resonate deeply with the local audience. These designs are not mere visuals; they are emotional stories that capture attention, invoke feelings, and create lasting impressions.

Maximizing Engagement and Recall :

Eumaxindia’s bus shelter advertising campaigns are designed to do more than just gain visibility; they are built to foster engagement and brand recall. By strategically placing ads at shelters where they matter most, Eumaxindia ensures that the brand message stays in the viewer’s memory long after they have seen the advertisement. This is the hallmark of effective advertising.

Why Choose Bus Shelter Advertising?

Proximity to Audience: Bus shelters are where your audience pauses, making it an ideal setting to deliver your message.

Local Relevance: Eumaxindia’s campaigns are tailored to resonate effectively with the local market.

Cost-Effective Impact: Bus shelter advertising offers substantial visibility at a reasonable cost.

Conclusion :

Eumaxindia’s bus shelter advertising is not just about displaying ads; it’s about crafting immersive brand experiences and creating memorable moments in the urban landscape. As Eumaxindia continues to redefine bus shelter advertising, it’s clear that this medium is not merely a pause in the journey — it’s an opportunity to shine brilliantly amidst the city’s bustling streets. Embark on your journey to lasting brand impact with Eumaxindia and witness how bus shelter advertising can transform ordinary shelters into extraordinary brand showcases.

Call Us : +91 98404 86666

Mail Us : enquiry@eumaxindia.com

[nickrecken]

Bus Shelter Branding in Bangalore | Eumaxindia

For Enquiry, Dial In: +91 98404 86666 Or Mail to: enquiry@eumaxindia.com

Establishing a strong presence in the bustling city requires strategic and eye-catching advertising, and there's no better way to achieve this than through bus shelter branding in Bangalore. Eumaxindia, a leading advertising agency, offers a comprehensive solution tailored for the vibrant streets of Bangalore.

Picture this: amidst the flurry of activity on Bangalore's streets, stands a sleek and modern bus shelter adorned with the dynamic branding. Vibrant colors and captivating visuals command attention, drawing in both pedestrians and commuters alike. Positioned strategically at high-traffic locations, these shelters serve as prime real estate for advertisers looking to make an impact.

Our bus shelter advertising in Bangalore go beyond mere advertising; they create an immersive brand experience. Each shelter is meticulously designed to reflect the essence of the brand it represents, seamlessly integrating into Bangalore's urban landscape while standing out as a beacon of creativity and innovation.

From concept to execution, we handle every aspect of the branding process with precision and expertise. Cutting-edge technology ensures that the branding remains crisp and engaging, even in the midst of Bangalore's unpredictable weather.

But it's not just about aesthetics—our transit shelter advertising in Bangalore delivers tangible results. With strategically placed call-to-action elements, it drives foot traffic to businesses, increases brand visibility, and fosters meaningful connections with the city's diverse populace.

In a city where every second counts, Eumaxindia's bus stop advertising in Bangalore captures attention, sparks curiosity, and leaves a lasting impression. Welcome to the future of advertising—bold, innovative, and undeniably effective.

[reasonsforhope]

"The Hague made international headlines for being the first city in the world to approve legislation prohibiting marketing of fossil fuel-related products and services. This major ruling, issued earlier this month, seeks to limit the promotion of items with a high carbon footprint, such as gasoline, diesel, aviation, and cruise ships. The ban, which goes into effect at the start of next year, will affect both government and privately funded advertisements, including those on billboards and bus shelters throughout the Dutch metropolis.

This groundbreaking legislation establishes an important precedent in the global fight against climate change. Other cities have attempted to limit the reach of high-carbon items through council ordinances or voluntary agreements with advertising operators, but The Hague’s prohibition is the first that is legally binding. It is a major step forward for cities around the world that want to reduce carbon emissions and combat climate change head-on.

A response to global calls for action

The prohibition comes after UN Secretary-General António Guterres called earlier this year for countries and media outlets to take tougher action to combat fossil fuel advertising, citing parallels with existing tobacco advertising bans. Guterres stressed that, as with the tobacco industry in the past, fossil fuel businesses are contributing to a worldwide public health crisis—in this case, climate change. Governments can help change public behavior and prevent the normalization of high-carbon lifestyles by limiting their capacity to market.

Several cities have already made tiny moves in this direction. Edinburgh, for example, approved a council vote in May prohibiting fossil fuel-related ads in city-owned venues. The Scottish capital also prohibits enterprises that sell these products from sponsoring events or developing partnerships. However, unlike The Hague’s legislation, Edinburgh’s ban is voluntary and only applies to council spaces.

A legally binding first

The Hague’s new law is significant since it is legally binding. The restriction affects not only specific items, such as gasoline, diesel, and fossil fuel-powered vehicles but also businesses such as aviation and cruise ships. However, the rule exempts fossil fuel firms’ political advertising or efforts supporting a generic brand, allowing these businesses to keep prominence...

The impact of advertising on behavior

Advertising’s impact on consumer behavior is well-documented, and many experts say that fossil fuel marketing undercut climate legislation by encouraging unsustainable behavior. Thijs Bouman, an associate professor of environmental psychology at Rijksuniversiteit Groningen, stated that “fossil fuel advertising normalizes the use of high-carbon products and services, making it more difficult to change consumer habits.” ...

Catalyzing change worldwide

The Hague’s move may have repercussions beyond its borders, spurring similar actions in other cities around the globe. Cities such as Toronto, Canada, and Graz, Austria, are already launching campaigns to outlaw advertising for fossil fuels. In the Netherlands, both Amsterdam and Haarlem have outlawed marketing for climate-damaging products like beef, but these measures have yet to become legislation.

Sleegers believes that The Hague’s move will act as a spur for other towns to follow suit. “More cities have a wish to implement the fossil ad ban through ordinance, but they were all waiting for some other city to go first. The Hague is this city,” she said, predicting that more local governments will now feel empowered to act...

As the world grapples with the rising costs of climate change, The Hague’s pioneering move provides a potential model for other cities looking to minimize their carbon footprints. With cities like Toronto and Amsterdam keeping a careful eye on things, this legislation has the potential to start a global campaign to prohibit fossil fuel advertising. 

More cities may follow suit in the coming years, hastening the transition to a more environmentally friendly and sustainable future."

-via The Optimist Daily, September 26, 2024

[octuscle]

Changed taste

Callum had left after the second act. The production at the alternative opera had been a cheek. The singers had been a disaster. And the announcement of the underground strike had been a good excuse not to have to listen to this debacle to the end. Unfortunately, the underground drivers had shown no consideration for Callum. The strike had already begun. The underground shafts were deserted. So it was a taxi. This contradicted Callum's attitude to sustainability. He always excused his flat in Kensignton by saying that it was so centrally located that he didn't need a car. Only a few of his friends knew that there was an old Jaguar E-Type and a brand new Porsche 911 in the underground car park. Callum's family had made a fortune from property speculation over 100 years ago. He owned the exclusive block of flats in which he lived. This and a few more.

When he came up from the underground, it had started to rain. And he had left his umbrella in the cloakroom at the opera. Underground strike and rain. Not a good combination for getting a taxi. In the shelter of the entrance to the underground, Callum searched on his mobile phone. A bus station was only 200 metres away. And it wasn't raining that hard. So he set off. And after a few metres, the heavens opened their floodgates. A downpour of torrential proportions drenched Callum in a matter of seconds. His dinner jacket was ruined. And his mobile phone only flashed once more before it died in the pouring rain.

The rain intensified. The few passers-by who hadn't yet found shelter quickly ran through the puddles to find somewhere to hide. Callum's best chance was a launderette where the owner or employee was about to lower the blinds. Callum asked if he could seek shelter until the rain had stopped. The young man looked at Callum and waved him in. He introduced himself as Kieron and said that he had to wash and dry a washing machine for himself while he cleaned the launderette. Callum would be happy to stay here for that long. Callum thanked him and asked if he could return the favour somehow. Kieron shook his head and showed Callum where he could find hangers to hang up his wet clothes. And pointed to a basket of washing. A customer had left it here. Callum could take some of it if he wanted to.

The clothes were obviously still unwashed. They smelled of sweat and cold cigarette smoke. There were dried precum stains in the pants. Callum was disgusted. But also soaking wet. And somehow he was… Turned on? Him? By those disgusting clothes. Kieron had switched on some music. Very loud. Gangster rap and hip hop. Definitely not Callum's style. But that didn't matter. He took the laundry basket and asked where he could change. Kieron pointed to the door with the "Private" sign. There were towels there too. Callum thanked him.

After pulling the door shut behind him, Callum took off his shoes, jacket, trousers and shirt and hung everything on hangers. A little hesitantly, he also removed his stockings, pants and vest. He was able to wring everything out, everything was so wet. He took a pair of boxer shorts out of the laundry basket. Yellowed white cotton. Precum and piss stains. Callum smelled it carefully. And then he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. So good! He had no idea why, but it smelled so good! Slimy drops formed on his own cock. The pants were a size 32, not his size. But they fit like a glove. His bulge was frighteningly large. And the wet patch was growing fast. Callum rummaged through the dirty laundry. The polyester tracksuit bottoms did it to him. He pulled them on, just high enough so that the waistband of his pants could still be seen. Now a pair of dirty white socks… Call took his trainers. Yes, they were still a little wet… But they would be fine. The T-shirt that went best with the trousers stank of sweat. Sure, Call had worn it for several days in a row. For sport, in the pub in the evening. During the day, he wore the Hiviz street-cleaning gear. He took his necklace, which he was so proud of, out of his T-shirt. Then he took his tracksuit jacket off the hanger, put on his gloves, put on his cap and posed in front of the mirror. If he played with his balls a little longer, he would cum here and now. Then Kieron would be fucking pissed. After all, making Call cum was his job.

"I hope the damn rain stops soon!" That was the caption under his latest post. Kieron shouted about how much longer he needed. Call opened the door and shouted back that it was up to Kieron when he could finally cum. A few seconds later, Kieron was standing in the doorway, grinning. He put the mop to one side. And got down on his knees.

Inspiration by @barty123

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week

1. Woman who was walking to work because her car was broken finds $14k in a bag and turns it in to police, who return it to newlyweds who lost it. Crowdfund for a new car up to $14k so far.

Dianne Gordon was walking home from work on Jan. 21 when she saw a plastic bag on the ground and inside the bag she could see piles of money. Although she was in need of a vehicle-- her car broke down last year -- Gordon contacted police and returned the money immediately.

Police were able to track down who the money belonged to and discovered it belonged to a newlywed couple and have since returned the money to the couple. As for Gordon, her good deed wasn’t overlooked by people who heard her story, as the spouse of one of the police officers involved launched a crowdfunding campaign to help secure a car for Gordon. As of Thursday morning, the campaign has raised $14,500

2. Washington D.C.’s free bus bill becomes law as zero-fare transit systems take off

Washington, D.C., has enacted a zero-fare bus bill into law.

The policy eliminates the $2 fare for all the city’s buses starting this summer.

It is the largest city to institute a fare-free transit system and part of a growing movement nationwide.

3. Mom and son graduate college together, fulfilling 18-year promise

Carolyn and Immanuel Patton, a mother-son duo from Maryland, have graduated college together, fulfilling a promise the younger Patton first made to his mom when he was 5 years old.

Two years after they started the path together and about 18 years after Immanuel Patton vowed to graduate alongside his mother, they realized their collective dream.

4. A homeless mother left a note with her dog for whoever found her. An animal shelter reunited them.

This pup named Lilo came to McKamey Animal Center off the street - with an added surprise – a note.

"Please don't abuse me." Cool, totally wanted to be crying at work right now.

The shelter staff posted about Lilo on social media, hoping to connect with her owner when they got a call from someone saying they were Lilo's mom. While centers like McKamey provide shelter for dogs, they also provide resources for families who love their pets, but might not be able to keep them due to cost. Mann said they'll give food and supplies to families struggling to pay for their pets' needs. They'll even help the family find a pet-friendly home.

5. Campbell Johnstone reveals himself to be first openly gay All Black.

In a momentous moment for New Zealand's rainbow community, Campbell Johnstone has outed himself as the first openly gay player to have represented the country's most influential sporting brand.

All Black No. 1056 has publicly revealed his sexuality – in a brave bid to “open up that door and magically make that closet disappear” – for the first time on TVNZ's Seven Sharp programme on Monday evening. Johnstone, who played three tests for the All Blacks all in 2005, did confide in some teammates and his family during his playing days.

6. 92 year old flood victim reunited with lost cat

Valerie Axtens thought she had seen the last of her beloved cat Mendelson as she was being rescued through a window from rapidly rising floodwater. Valerie Axtens was rescued during the February 28 flood.

After the floodwater receded and one of her sons was able to return and check on the mud-covered house, he discovered — much to everyone's surprise — the cat had survived.

7. Slovenia becomes first eastern European country to recognise same-sex marriage

The legalisation of same-sex marriage has officially come into effect in Slovenia, in a huge win for LGBTQ+ rights in eastern Europe. 

The bill, which saw Slovenia’s Family Code updated, officially took its place amongst the country’s other laws on Tuesday (1 February). The historic moment followed a decision by the country’s top court in July, which found that banning same-sex marriage and adoption violated the country’s constitution, which prohibits discrimination

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Stood up || Phillip Graves x Reader ♡

Word count : 1104 (WE DID IT!! 1K WORDS!!)

Notices : this is a fem!reader sorry to any mascs coming across this, I can totally make a specific masc!reader fanfic soon if enough people want it.

Summary : You got stood up and needed a friend for support, lucky that Graves was there to help out.

Taglist? - @sarahs-secrets2 (you asked me to tag you in my next fic so I hope this is okay)

♡

"I got stood up."

Sighing, you spoke into the phone, trying to ignore the blush rising upon your face.

"Alright, I'll be there in 5.", his accent was heavy through the speaker, but a comforting sound to hear in your time of need.

Sheltering under a bus stop against the rain was your only chance of not ruining the outfit you had planned. The rain splattered onto the sidewalk in front of you as you held onto your phone tightly, waiting.

--

"So.. You wanna talk about it?"

Rain pattered against the windows of the black jeep you were now seated in. Beside you sat Graves, looking out onto the road intently as the engine hummed throughout the drive.

"I don't know. It's embarrassing.", you were sat against the leather seating, arms crossed over your chest in shame. It really was embarrassing seeing how you were now soaking wet, water was dripping onto the seat.

"Well, I don't see why anyone would just ditch a pretty gal like you.", his fingers drummed against the steering wheel. The way he said it was so natural.

"I don't know, maybe it was just a mistake. I can live with it.", you shrugged, inhaling deeply to take in your surroundings.

The jeep was clearly well taken care of; leather interior shined and the dashboard seemed so wiped over that you could see your reflection. His eyes darted towards you as he noticed your awe.

"It's a relic, really. Had it since I was 18.", he smiled to himself, patting the gearstick softly.

"It looks brand new, I wouldn't have guessed."

"My daddy bought it for me the moment I got my license, then at least a month after I was enlisted in the army..", his voice faltered and he swallowed, "I didn't see it for a good couple of years."

Graves sighed, "I don't want to bother you with my sob story, you didn't answer my question."

"What?", you looked back up at him, being caught off guard.

"You tell me..", he shot a cursory glance at you, "Why would someone ditch a pretty girl like you?"

The car slowed as you pulled up to tue familiar driveway that belonged to you.

"Oh, we're here already.", you mumbled, looking out the window. You were faintly disappointed, seeing as Graves had been revealing his life story to you.

"Well, maybe you can think on it for me then."

"I mean, you can come inside if you like."

He paused, chuckling, "Well, that's too kind. I don't want to bother you though."

"No, it's okay.", you smiled at him, "I don't bite."

"I don't reckon you do, sugar.", a smirk formed on his lips, "Now hold on, let me park in the driveway, you don't know the lunatics on these roads nowadays...", his voice shrank into a murmur as he leaned back, resting a toned arm on your seat for support.

You almost gasped at the sight of his arm - his polo shirt was fitted onto his firm biceps as his forearms had noticeable battle scars scattered across his skin, light veins ran from his knuckles up to his shoulders.

"Come on, baby... Come on..", he almost whispered to himself as the car reverse slowly into the driveway.

The jeep came to a stop as he now changed gear and unclipped his seat belt. You followed, getting out of the car and walking to your door and producing your keys from your pocket.

"Don't mind if anything looks... Out of order.", you turned the key as the door clicked and you pushed it open.

You kicked off your drenched shoes before guiding Graves to the living room.

"Don't worry, you wouldn't believe how messy the ranch can get at times.", he stepped inside, slipping off his shoes and following your lead through the house.

The lights flickered on as you both entered the living room. You immediately dropped onto the couch, resting your arms over your lap.

Graves seemed to find this amusing as he took a seat beside you, still glancing at you sprawled on the cushions.

"You seem to find this really funny."

He put a hand to his mouth, trying to hide his smile a little. "I don't know, I mean, what was the fuss about this guy anyway?"

"He...", you paused, chewing on the inside of your cheek, "He was nice.", you declared finally, sitting up.

"Is that so? Sugar, there are millions of nice men who wouldn't miss their first date with a pretty girl like you. And I'm sure at least half of them wouldn't leave you soaking in the rain."

He said it again.

Pretty.

"You keep saying that.", you retorted, getting out of your seat and looking down at him.

"Well, I mean it.", he shot back, not moving from his position.

"If you mean it so much then why don't you take me out on a date?", it was only supposed to be a witty comeback, but you feel like it may have come off too harsh.

"Okay. Maybe I will."

You both paused, making eye contact.

Graves got up slowly, smiling a little as he stood infront of you.

".. What?"

"I don't see why it's such a bad idea. It's not like I'm going to ditch you like that dickhead.." he'd moved closer now, you could hear his low breathing, slow and controlled.

"Graves..", was all you could muster before he cupped your face and kissed you gently.

His stubble grazed against your chin as his soft lips brushed against yours. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, running your fingers through his short hair.

It only lasted for less than a minute, yet it felt like forever.

You were the first to pull away - your heart was hammering against your ribcage, your breaths shallow and quick. His hands fell onto your shoulders, caressing them smoothly as you gathered the courage to speak.

"I don't think... I don't think that's a bad idea either.", you let out a laugh, smiling.

"Trust me, you won't regret it." he noticed your hands now holding onto his. Your fingers intertwining and your thumb rubbing circles into his hands carefully.

"Well, why don't you tell me about yourself, country bumpkin? You know, before we do anything else.."

He couldn't help but smirk, "Why? I think you should do the talking, sugar. I'm the one who asked you out in the first place."

"Fuck it - less talking, more kissing.", you immediately went to kiss Graves and he accepted it smoothly.

You could say that when one door closes, another one opens.

[schizochasm]

I went to the store.

My mom sent me 100sek less than she said. So I had to cut some stuff and accept that I'll not have money for the rest of the week.

I still got 2 6packs though. Cause if I hadn't I would've been even worse off.

I was supposed to start watching SVU while waiting for the bus, but my friend called. They were very upset, but at least it saved me from watching it.

Rant about him and my life

TW: (sc1de talk, abuser, hopelessness, and just horrific shit tbh. Proceed at your own risk.)

Once I got home I smoked 2 ciggies in the bathroom venting at him. About how I don't even care anymore and if I had the money I wouldn't talk to anyone anymore. And just let go of what I "need to do" to keep my life together. Just isolate and go back to being g drunk 24/7. Cause I just don't care anymore.

And I told him how I feel about him. How much I hate him etc. even though I know he knows. He's in my head. He knows all of what I think and feel. More than I do sometimes.

I just needed it said.

That's when I made my last post.

After that it was time to watch fucking SVU.

And I'm not even through episode 1 and already hate him for it. And myself.

I can't. I can't cope.

I hate myself for getting this way. For being sick. For being schizophrenic.

And for not listening to him when I should've.

I hate him for ruining my entire life ever since I first met him. Especially after I got sicker years ago and he came back.

But everyone keeps saying he's technically me. He's part of me. He's from my brain.

But he may be from my brain. But he's not me. Fuck that. He's not me. He's nothing like me and he's just horrific terrible scum.

Yet I can barely muster being mad at him anymore.

It's been years. Years.

I'm more submitted, broken, and scared than angry.

That anger, fight, and animosity... It's almost all gone...

He broke me long ago.

And it only got worse over time.

I'm not even one cohesive identity anymore. Not to me.

I'm broken.

And people with abusers that "are real" can escape. There's hope. Somewhere in there you might escape. It might end one day.

But me with my "not real" abuser doesn't get that. For about 2 years I held on to hope.

"One day it'll all get better." And similar. I heard it so much I believed it deep down. That one day maybe it'll all end.

One day he'll stop. He'll go away again and I can start healing and making a life.

I don't have hope anymore.

Not anymore.

It's been at Least 2.5y.

At Least.

I suck at keeping track.

You break.

You fold.

You lose hope.

I can't run. He's in my head.

I can't go to the cops or a shelter. He's in my head.

The meds aren't enough to make it stop. (Maybe if I had a decent dr it could've worked.)

Therapy can't help me cause I'm Currently being controlled and abused, in every category of abuse.

I wish I were dead.

I wish I could k1ll myself.

But my younger brother died 2 years ago.

And since then I don't have it in me to k1ll myself.

Can't do that to my mom and brother. They can't lose us both.

So I'm stuck living.

In a hell scape that people want to just brush off and ignore. Cause to them it's not real. To them it doesn't matter.

It's real to me.

I experience it as if it were real.

But they don't treat me like that's what I'm dealing with.

And I can't even tell them outright myself.

Cause he won't allow me to talk about it. They know. More or less depending on who. But they don't treat it like that's the case. And they never will.

Cause they can't see the scars, rope burns, rashes, cuts, brandings...

They can't see him. Hey can't hear him.

It's not real to them.

It's not the same to them as if it were in shared reality.

I just wanna die.

I just want out.

I don't have a life to hold onto.

I'm just doing it cause I Have to.

Sorry for the rant....

I just....

I wish I could kms...

Maybe one day I'll mercy k1ll myself ...

Maybe one day....,

[pooja12359]

The Evolution and Impact of Outdoor Advertising Unmatched Visibility

One of the most significant advantages of outdoor advertising is its unparalleled visibility. Billboards, transit shelters, bus wraps, and digital displays are strategically placed in high-traffic areas, ensuring that your message reaches a broad audience. Unlike digital ads that can be blocked or ignored, outdoor ads are impossible to miss. Whether it's a bustling city street, a busy highway, or a popular public transit route, outdoor advertisements capture the attention of commuters, pedestrians, and drivers alike.

[kit-pix]

I have another design school project for show and tell!! This is what I’ve been working on for the last month.

The brief for this assignment was to create a musical artist based on ourselves and, around that artist, create a campaign launch for their debut album including an artist and album concept, entire brand identity + logos, album artwork and CD/LP mockups, merch mockups, posters for billsticking and bus shelters, art for streaming services, social media mockups and a campaign launch timeline fitting all these pieces together. Sandwiching all of this was a pitch proposal and a final presentation, both which went really well for me (yay!).

My ‘artist’ is called Vitamin K ((a nickname given to me)) and the album is called Neon Noir, fitting somewhere in the artpop genre and exploring cyberpunk and virtual reality themes. I was influenced heavily by Gorillaz and Grimes when I was coming up with concepts for the theming and design.

This was a super fun project to do and I’m so keen to do more branding/logo/album cover design in the future!

[neelaramakrishnan96]

Bus shelter branding | Eumaxindia

In a bustling city like Chennai, businesses are constantly seeking innovative ways to enhance their brand visibility. One such powerful tool that has gained immense popularity in recent years is bus shelter branding. This article delves into the world of bus shelter branding and explores the myriad benefits it offers to businesses looking to make an impact.

Introduction:

Chennai, known for its vibrant culture and bustling streets, is an ideal location for businesses to establish their presence. However, with the high level of competition, it's essential to stand out from the crowd. Bus shelter branding has emerged as a dynamic and attention-grabbing advertising strategy that has captured the attention of many brands.

What is Bus Shelter Branding?

Bus shelter branding involves transforming bus shelters into strategic advertising spaces. These shelters, scattered throughout the city, serve as both a functional space for commuters and a canvas for brands to convey their message.

The Advantages:

High Visibility: One of the most significant advantages of bus shelter branding is the high visibility it offers. With a massive footfall and vehicular traffic around bus shelters, your brand gets exposed to a diverse audience.

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Chapter Two

On the first freezing day of Autumn, I zip my coat all the way up to the top and shiver as I exit the apartment building, a huge, converted Georgian house that opens onto Fitzwilliam Square. My hands are stiff as I try to wrangle my bicycle loose from the iron railings out front, my condensed breath floating over my face to warm up my nose and cheeks. I swear under my breath as the key gets stuck, again, and then stand there jangling it madly for a minute before it releases and the heavy chain pools onto the concrete at my feet. 

I’ve learned quickly that the trick to owning a bicycle in Dublin city is to get the cheapest bike you can find and then make it look even cheaper. Shane and I spent an evening destroying it in the bin yard a couple of weeks ago, stamping the pedals until pieces broke off, using spray paint in lurid colours to obscure the brand name and shiny red coat on the metal work. We wound duct tape around the saddle and the handlebars, which doubled as an anti-theft method, happily enough. It was a cathartic experience. Claire had come along with a sticker book and helpfully dotted the body with flowers and hearts and rainbows too, insisting that all thieves are men, and none of them will want a girl’s bike. I then went to the nearest bike shop and bought two locks, the most hard wearing and expensive ones they had, because nobody is going to pick two massive locks for the pathetic reward of a dinged up bicycle covered in stickers. 

“It’s a rite of passage to have a bike stolen in the first month.” Shane had said with some sympathy after I cried at the college gates having discovered my brand new bike gone, only an easily sawed through lock pathetically coiled around the stand left as any evidence that it existed. “Sure, bits off my bike get robbed all the time. I had to cycle home from town without a saddle the other week. We’ll get you another one, I know a guy who deals them out of his ma’s garage.”

“Isn’t that kind of like contributing to the negative cycle?” I whimpered. “I bet all those bikes are stolen too.”

“Yeah probably, but, ah, sure. They’re only sixty quid.” 

That’s how I ended up with this ‘new’ bike, and luckily, nobody has stolen its saddle yet. We made sure that it’d be so inconvenient that even the most hard-up, desperate thief wouldn’t come near any part of it, but as a payoff it’s so uncomfortable. It squeaks, the back brake doesn’t work and sometimes when I go too fast I feel as though I’m going to slide off it and bash my most private areas onto the crossbar, but it gets me where I need to go. In the cold, early morning in the mist and smell of turf I throw my leg over it and manoeuvre it out onto the road, my bag and drawing tube strapped across me, and zip up towards Baggot Street, then skirt around Stephen’s Green, the new, cold wind throwing icy daggers at my face as I weave in and out of traffic, eluding busses and taxis and pedestrians who keep crossing the road before it’s their turn. Rust coloured leaves drop onto the pavement before my wheels as I pass the flats along Kevin Street, children in tiny uniforms walking to school hand in hand with their parents. 

“Use your arms!” A taxi driver screams at me as I swerve to the right ahead of him, and I ignore him, already used to men screaming at me on these streets, whether it’s because they think I’m cycling them wrong or because they have an opinion about my body that they’d like to share. 

Dublin isn’t awful, but it’s harsh in ways I’m still unused to. When I visited it I saw it as more beautiful than it really is, but back then I only saw the shops, the parks, the huge Georgian houses, and now I see the back alleys too and the places that don’t feel all that wonderful. I’ve seen the yellow pallor of the people at the back of the bus, the men in alleyways who dare you to look in and see them so they can shout at you for doing it, women climbing into sleeping bags in the sheltered doorways of department stores for the night, battered paper cups set out hopefully in front of them as they curl up to sleep on the cold pavement. 

I get shouted at a lot here too. By bus drivers, for not knowing how to use my Leap card properly, and by the people on said busses for standing or sitting in the wrong places, by taxi men for crossing the road at the wrong time, by screechy women in windows for throwing my chewing gum in the wrong bins. I apologise a lot more than I ever have now, which is really saying something. 

I swerve down a bumpy, cobblestone side street and through the gates of NCAD, taking the time to chain my bike onto the same rack where its predecessor was nicked from, giving the locks a hard, intentional look as if I could intimidate them into staying put. Then I hurry inside and up the stairs, the central heating blasting over me so intensely that by the time I stumble into the studio I feel like a piece of ham wrapped in cling film. I drop my bag and drawing tube onto the floorboards by one of the drawing tables and start ripping my outerwear off in a frenzy. 

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Recalled • Part 5 • 34 - Roland and Nero

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The air is cool today as Roland sits at a bus stop waiting for the city bus to come pick him up. Never in a million years would he have expected that him running away at 17 would lead to him going to a flight academy at 19 years old. Hearing footsteps, he shifts his attention to his right, seeing Nero approaching. She’s got a box in her hand as well as a backpack and suitcase.

“Hi, worm.” She teases.

“Hola pendeja.” He snaps back.

“Choosing violence today?”

“Verbal violence really, and I think you started it.”

“I did, didn't I?” She ducks herself into the shelter of the bus stop. Sitting down with him, she gives him the box in her hand.

“What’s this?”

“A present from the StaHo.” She air quotes.

Roland opens the box, inside is a white mask with a blue square in the middle, above the square is the word ‘MODIFIED’.

He looks at Nero. “This is a joke right?”

“No, you’ll have to wear that if you ever go outside of the United States.”

“So I’ll be branded basically?”

“Hey!” Nero pulls out her own mask and puts it on, the word ‘HOSTILE’ is printed on it. “Mine looks worse.” 

Roland leans away from her, as soon as she puts the mask on it’s like her feelings become completely unreadable. Roland doesn’t like it when he doesn’t understand the feelings of those around him, it makes the situation harder to control.

“Why?” The asks. 

“Starkey, that’s why.” She removes the mask. “I’ve already been almost pepper sprayed for just existing, I can’t imagine what bad luck these masks will bring,” She looks back over at Roland’s mask. “At least in your case, no one will be threatened by you. Modified Recalls are considered the most docile.”

“What if I want to be a little threatening?”

“You don’t, outside of the U.S. some people will still consider you unwindable, if they can come up with your old paperwork they’ll make any excuse to get their hands on you.”

“And what about you?”

“I’m like recycled paper, you can’t exactly recycle it again.”

“Huh.”

The bus soon arrives and they both get on, after finding two seats midway through the bus they sit down, clutching onto their luggage.

“I noticed something earlier, you spoke to me in Spanish,” Nero remarks.

“Yeah, turns out my mom was speaking with her mother-in-law, I guess half of my family is Spanish,” Roland explains.

“You guess?”

“I know.”

“So, by proxy, you’re half…..?”

“Spaniard, I think I used to speak Spanish, but Mr. Taggart got rid of that in the same way he always does.”

Nero takes a moment to speak. “Belt?”

“Belt, I’m guessing, the fact that I couldn’t even remember half of my family was Spanish means that the correction was made a long time ago. He could’ve used something else at the time.”

Nero gives a sympathetic look. “Probably just an older belt.”

“Yeah, you’re right, who am I kidding.”

It takes about thirty minutes to get to the campus, turns out the academy was built into an on-site co-op building for a community college. ‘Makes sense.’ Roland thinks he had wondered why a three-month-long program was offering residency.

“I suppose we go into that building.” Nero points to a building, on the side of it in big text is ‘South Campus’. 

They both head up to the building and get checked in, it looks like Nero will be on the third floor while Roland will be on the second.

“I guess no late-night chatting,” Nero comments.

“I feel like you’d find an unconventional way to get into my dorm,” Roland replies. 

“I probably would.”

Arriving in his dorm a mousy boy is exiting the room to the left, he looks up at Roland and pauses.

“What?” Roland asks. 

The boy scowls. “I bet someone like you gets a lot of women.”

“No I… I don’t.” 

“Sure you don’t, someone as attractive as you is bound to get females.”

“Uhh…”

The boy goes back into his room, there’s a waft of pungent wind that exits as he slams the door. Trying not to vomit, Roland goes into the room to the right, he looks around, there’s a lifted mattress, a desk, and a clothing rack. Roland sets his stuff down and starts unpacking it, he stares at an outlet on the bare wall across from his bed, he wonders if the residential administration will let him plug in a wallflower.

A few girls are chatting in the hallway as she climbs to the third floor. They look at her funny as she passes through the girls-only section. Almost going all the way down the hall she stops at a room just before the second stairwell, at least she knows which one to use next time she comes to her dorm. Opening the door she’s met with a guy listening to music while downing a protein shake. He looks at her, and he’s amazed.

“Holy Hell! Nice muscles!” 

Nero is taken aback. “Oh, thank you.”

“How’d you get all like that? I don’t mean this to sound rude, but you are a girl, right?”

Nero squints her eyes a little, analyzing the guy. Not everyone takes lightly knowing that Nero doesn’t consider herself one person, she supposes not even the people who seemed like they were in support of her took lightly to that knowledge. She decides that, for now, she is just a woman made of many parts. 

“I was just made like this, it’s just about maintaining it.” She declares.

“Well, colour me impressed.”

Nero rolls her luggage to the empty room when the guy talks again. 

“I was just about to go down to the gym, would you like to join me?”

Nero pauses for a moment, she does have her workout clothes on her, and her water bottle; she looks back up at the guy. 

“You got fuel?”

The guy smiles and puts his finger up, he goes to search the mini pantry, pulling out a protein bar. “This good enough?”

“Yeah, I could get in a few reps with that.”

She and the guy, who she now knows as Carter, sit on a bench doing curls. Nero looks around the gym, there doesn’t seem to be many people.

“That’s Judy over there, she’s in her second year at college. I like being her hype man every so often.” Carter points to a bigger woman doing squats.

“Then there’s Trevor, he’s been here for a week in advance for the pilot Academy, I think you two would be in the same class.” He points to the shirtless guy using the butterfly machine. “I think he's a showoff, but I won’t tell him, if he leaves it’ll make it more awkward between Judy and I.”

“Not many people use this facility huh?”

“Oh, no people use it a lot on the weekdays, it’s just empty ‘cause it’s a Sunday.”

“Ah, good, this place isn’t going to waste.”

Crickets are chirping outside when Roland gets a notification from Nero.

How’s your day been? She had texted. 

Terrible I’ve been roomed with an Incel, he seems to think I’m a fuckboy.

Oh no :(

I’m going to ask if I can plug in a wallflower. His room reeks so badly!

Nasty!!!

I know! How are u

I’ve got a gym rat for a roommate, he’s cool tho

Nice!

Roland steps over and flops onto his bed, he feels blessed that the pungent air hasn’t made its way into his room yet. If he can’t get something to plug in, he’ll want to change rooms as soon as possible.

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Working in a big city again was a nice feeling, although she missed being in quiet Inaba where nothing of importance occurred now that the murder case was closed shut. She had her own private office, away from the public eye. Many seemed to fawn over Akechi Goro, but she didn't care about some celebrity like him.

Raindrops started falling from the sky while she was walking to the train station. Just her luck when she didn't bring an umbrella. Having no choice, she started running in search of shelter. The awning of a bus stop caught her eye and she immediately slipped under it, to her relief, shaking off the water on her brand new coat.

"The weather report didn't mention a chance of rain..." She sneezed on her arm and spotted a blonde teen looking at her. "Ah. Please ignore me. I'm fine." She hoped she didn't catch a cold, though.