#Create Jingles

[cooljingles]

What Are The Secrets Of Creating An Amazing Bullet?

Start with the giant brand Coca-Cola, and hire the jingle production companies that create radio ads strategically utilizing the sound of pouring and ice to captivate listeners and create a memorable experience. Read More: https://qr.ae/psJSEG

[rosesofenvy]

2m25s of Arthur Lester Falling (S3)

Tag your favorite fall! Mine is "a long, long fall (reprise)"

SEASON 1 COMPILATION

SEASON 2 COMPILATION

SEASON 4 COMPILATION

[voidishwings]

Going a LITTLE insane about Arafellin hair bells right now, because outside of a Southlander context in combat, they’re Borderlanders, they fight the Dark One, the bells are SUPPOSED to make a sound while they’re fighting, and would effectively scare off the ravens and rats that act as the Dark One’s eyes and his spies. Wearing something in combat, against the Shadow and otherwise, that would ‘scare off the eyes of the Lord of the Grave’ when they bring death to another, acting like a protective “ward” in a sense in battle. Is any of this explicitly said in the books? Not really, but it’s my interpretation.

[honeyboyfelix]

....why is the new hsr quest the plot of black friday by starkid

[sangre]

shedding my bashfulness on this monday morning to post my ocxcanon because i'm crazy but i'm free. anyway if mlguel's spouse from the world he inadvertently destroyed came back [wrong] as a dimensional anomaIy capable of creating matter by stealing it from other worlds would that be fucked up or what

[transingthoseformers]

Hey, remember the bells? :3

Vaguely, they were related to robot sex right?

[stargazinglesbian]

Here is Jingle right now, I just need to do the body and I’ll be good to go. Currently trying to decide whether to do the body in black with white details or include grey. Whatever it is, it’s gonna look great.

ignore how bad my sewing is, it’s fine, don’t worry about it,

I’m following the “Pietro the Clown crochet tutorial” video on YouTube by Pixeled Peach, I’ll try and link it here later. The original pattern was coloured with red blue and yellow but because I am existing on one brand of spotlight wool that has 2 shades of black and no colours other than green or orange I went greyscale. Also, that adds to the Pierrot clown look, which is my favourite kind

[letmesleepy]

Needless to say I am hopelessly dependent on the desire to create

[powderwell]

*twirls hair around finger* who wants to make a cannibalism themed zine with me hehe

[keyleth-clay]

Venture Maidens Moodboards: Minerva Tinkerbobble

[flyoverkushtaka]

There must be some sort of latent programming in the human brain that makes us constantly try to turn every great innovation into hell on earth. I think this might even transcend ideology: Even if we were in the Global Communist Utopia someone would still try to Tower of Babel our collective asses because it might make a number somewhere go up half an integer. We're waging Flower Wars against our own sanity, and maybe at this point I'm going to swallow my pride and say Jung was right about if not everything, then at least a few salient points hither and yon.

[chaotic-history]

Since the last post I can find here about it is from 2017, I want to recommend this game to everyone:

You're a guy who's in a cave with no idea how you got there, and as you explore you find a seemingly meaningless world where all choices point to never escaping.

Spoilers in the tags if you don't want to see them

[cooljingles]

Creating Jingles For AD - A Comprehensive Guide

In a 2024 World, Jingles are an effective way to enhance brand awareness. A catchy jingle is easily registered in the subconscious mind of the consumer. The consumer resonated with the brand with the help of a jingle. There are so many brands out there whose jingles are so catchy and memorable, that people are recognized them by their jingles. In this blog, we will discuss how what is science behind creating jingles, the Strategies for creating jingles for an ad, and how you find inspiration. Read More: https://cooljingles.blogspot.com/2024/03/creating-jingles-for-ad-comprehensive.html

[pepperyduck]

this is love ft. kento nanami

a/n: a few sappy slices of life with my main man :3 enjoy as i dig up motivation to finish kinktober. 18+ mdni!

"honey?" kento's voice is muffled through the door as he calls out to you, "everything okay?" the door rattles as he tries to open it, knob jingling.

"uhm, yeah! everything's fine!" you nervously shout, much too loud, and rush to unplug the iron that had melted your husband's favorite shirt. you panic and yelp when the hot iron scorches the side on your hand, throwing the stupid device to the ground in a clatter.

"why is the door locked—are you okay?" he asks, voice becoming more concerned as he hears the movement inside.

"i'm—i'm fine! promise! just give me a minute!" you're rushing into your shared master bathroom to run cold water over your hand, and kento’s using a screwdriver pulled from thin air to break into your bedroom. tears well in your eyes when you catch the sight of kento seeing his favorite shirt burnt and melted to his own ironing board. "i’m so sorry…"

in reality, he doesn’t care about the shirt—he’s already at your side to inspect your burnt hand. after a few seconds, he speaks.

"did you try to iron my shirt for me?" nanami asks, a small smile on his face, "you didn’t have to do that." he turns off the faucet and takes a small towel to dry your hand off.

"i tried to, i’m sorry—i didn’t know it would do that." you apologize, looking down at the cold tile flooring in defeat.

"oh, honey." he coos, "it’s only a shirt."

"have you seen your father?" you ask your son, yū, who’s sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. he shakes his head no, and when you look at your daughter, mayu, she does the same.

"jeez," you grumble to yourself, bedroom slippers pattering down the hallway as you go to search for your husband. saturday mornings were his time to sleep in, but realistically, he never slept past 9am. and currently, it was nearing 10am.

you check everywhere. he isn’t found in the bedroom, living room, his office, the garage, the patio or in the little garden he kept. upstairs, downstairs, everywhere, he isn’t there. and when you check in your bedroom for the last time, you hear a soft buzzing coming from the bathroom. upon entering, you see your husband bent over the counter, leaning close in the mirror as he shaves his stubble with an electric razor.

"there you are—when did you get that?"

kento had always been a clean shaven kind of man, going to a barber shop once every two weeks for his straight razor shave. it hadn’t even crossed your mind he didn’t go after work yesterday.

but when he looks at you—you burst out laughing. he’d shaven most of his beard off, but a few fuzzy patches remained on his cheeks, along with a mustache grazing his upper lip. peach fuzz and a few knicks litter his chin. this was the first time you’d seen him unable to do anything perfectly. and he looks ridiculous.

"is it really that bad?" he groans, pouting when you wrap your arms around yourself in a giggling fit. you shake your head, although your unforgiving laughs are a testament to the opposite.

"no—no, let me help," you say after calming down.

after gathering a new razor and some shaving cream, you sit atop the counter and your husband stands between your legs. kento is surprised how flawlessly you shave his face, without creating any more marks or cuts. you giggle and kiss him, getting some shaving cream on your face.

"ken?" you shout from the kitchen, where you’re sat, working on your dissertation. it’s been a long road of blood, sweat, and many, many tears; but you’re finally getting towards the end. about to earn a doctorate.

"yes, darling?" kento replies, walking into the kitchen on queue, his timing impeccable.

"can you read over this paragraph, please?" you kindly ask of him, pointing to your most recent written paragraph. he leans over you, planting one firm palm on the table, the other on your back; his eyes read along the sentences and his fingers tap along your spine.

"ah," his finger becomes more focused on a certain word, "wrong 'there', honey."

"no it's not..." you instantly retort, squinting your tired eyes to read over your writing. and you're right, it was the correct one the first time. this was his version of teasing you. but kento couldn't keep up the face much longer before he's giving in with a shit-eating grin you didn't see that often. "you're funny." you groan as kento stands back up.

after reading over the paragraph for about the nineteenth time, you notice kento silently slipping you some tea before turning back around to keep himself busy with cleaning. you absentmindedly take a few sips, then some more...and you find yourself becoming more and more sleepy...

and you're out like a light, forehead pressed directly against the table as a puddle of drool forms on the papers below. kento already has a warm blanket straight from the dryer to drape over you, and you stir just enough to get comfy on your arms.

kento knows that his back will hurt in the morning, but he sits around the corner of the table next to you, settling his head into his arms to drift off to sleep alongside you.

music of your taste plays rather quietly in the kitchen. you stir the pot of soup and inhale the flavorful aroma that wafts through the air.

kento sets two bowls next to the stove, then rummages through your silverware drawer to find two spoons. the kids are at their grandparents for the weekend, it's only you and your husband, converted into the duo you were long ago.

you step away from the stove to go fill up two glasses of wine, the brand kento had as his favorite had slowly turned into your favorite over time, too.

kento fills up the two bowls to the brim of the delicious food, grinning on the inside at the simplicity of it all. just you and him. he lids the pot with the matching glass top and makes his way over to the table.

you set out place mats for the both of you, then place the wine glasses in their prospective areas. kento places the bowls on top of the mats as you grab the spoons from the counter.

in the kitchen, your bodies subconsciously dance around each other. carefully, in perfect tune and pace. delicate steps of a routine formed over so much time together.

in the universe, your souls are tied, striding alongside one another in each lifetime repeated.

and this, is love.

[medicinemane]

Oh, you're a youtube thumbnail?

Then why aren't you pointing at anything?