They are plastered onto my seafoam green walls — a color I had no hand in choosing, I must add. Posters of my favorite anime, Naruto. Gaara at the foot of my bed, staring at the full moon. A picture of Kakashi reading his pervy Icha Icha Paradise book while mindlessly scratching the head of one of his ninja hounds. Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, the Sand Siblings… all characters from my most favorite anime and manga. It is a testament to my devotion to this series, my fandom. I don’t care if it’s nerdy or immature, I am proud to be a fan.
There it was, spread across the wall of her bedroom. Her idol, her hero, her role model: Joyce Clancey (AN: made-up name) . She was independent, she was smart, she was strong, and she wasn’t afraid to say what she felt. Alice pushed her glasses up to her nose; all she was was a shy little book worm, nothing at all like Miss Joyce. But someday.. maybe … if she kept that poster up throughout high school and touched the woman’s portrait everyday before school and before bed.. maybe.. some of her talent may rub off on her.
A monkey. Phantom of the Opera. Billy Joel. The Lion King. Big Ben. Rainbow Fish. Duckies. London. Winnie the Pooh. A kitten. Wicked. Each an inside joke, or something to make me smile. The thing at the end of the day that reminds me to keep going, because of all the cool things I know. Posters are what make my walls not white, and the things that show that my mind is equally cluttered and colorful.
Poster is a big sheet of information. People use it to pitch ideas and thoughts.
Ideas of upcoming events and thoughts of who to vote for or other silly stuff.
Posters also hold pictures. Pictures of idolized people, funny sayings, and everything under the sun. Really what he don’t do with posters are set good examples for the later generations. Posters are over and under used!
Macy Olszewski
i do not care for this word
chelsea
Justin Bieber. Avenged Sevenfold. A playboy Bunny. Cars. Bands. Words.
Posters represent millions of things. They can be a sign of fandom. A sign of obsession.
I have never met a single person who has never owned a poster.
Getting your first poster is almost like a rite of passage for any person.
I remember getting my first poster. It was from Toys R Us, and it was a High School Musical one. I was so excited. I tacked it over my bed, and kept it there.
Now that I’m older I have different posters.
A poster of different things to do on the Drums. Avenged Sevenfold, Escape the Fate. I have countless posters all around my room.
Emma
Poster’s are seen, heard and recognized. Vivid color spewing out onto a page, words with information calling your name. “Read me, learn all that I want to tell you.” They make you listen attentively and annoy the heck out of you until you observe them. Everywhere you go there will be a poster about an event, a special day or just something new to do. Tools that let you know what is going on around you. A poster is more than a piece of paper it’s a ticket to new experiences.
Fearofsailboats
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Cassandra
Posters have many different functions, but the main one it to promote people, ideas, and buisnesses. They hang on walls in young teenage girls rooms, in office buildings to encourage their workers, and on electric posts. You see them everywhere.
Abigail Teeler
This big, paper thing causes stress within the time of finals and test. It brigs back the science fair and the nights of yelling for someone to drive to the store and buy it. Poster children are the ones who should feel pain and detest from this word. Posters suck. Sometimes. They are ways of creativity but also ways where people just use the cliche way of asking someone to a dance or on a date. Use the old fashioned way, bitch.
dwina
It’s impossible to see a four-poster bed and not imagine being tied to it by a very handsome man and made love to recklessly. Is there anyone who can look at a four-poster bed and not imagine having her arms lifted over her head and tied at the wrists to those posts and rendered completely unable to reciprocate in the lovemaking, but just to be forced to simply enjoy and trust in it?
I have been online for a long time–it has been fourteen years or more since I first started social networking via use of a listserv, back when I started scrapbooking. Diana Swensen was a friend, and such an early adapter–the first ‘original poster’ I’d encountered to make sense, socially, of the internet.
They are plastered onto my seafoam green walls — a color I had no hand in choosing, I must add. Posters of my favorite anime, Naruto. Gaara at the foot of my bed, staring at the full moon. A picture of Kakashi reading his pervy Icha Icha Paradise book while mindlessly scratching the head of one of his ninja hounds. Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, the Sand Siblings… all characters from my most favorite anime and manga. It is a testament to my devotion to this series, my fandom. I don’t care if it’s nerdy or immature, I am proud to be a fan.
There it was, spread across the wall of her bedroom. Her idol, her hero, her role model: Joyce Clancey (AN: made-up name) . She was independent, she was smart, she was strong, and she wasn’t afraid to say what she felt. Alice pushed her glasses up to her nose; all she was was a shy little book worm, nothing at all like Miss Joyce. But someday.. maybe … if she kept that poster up throughout high school and touched the woman’s portrait everyday before school and before bed.. maybe.. some of her talent may rub off on her.
There’s a poster on the A12 of a woman working out. It advertises a gym. I hate it.
A monkey. Phantom of the Opera. Billy Joel. The Lion King. Big Ben. Rainbow Fish. Duckies. London. Winnie the Pooh. A kitten. Wicked. Each an inside joke, or something to make me smile. The thing at the end of the day that reminds me to keep going, because of all the cool things I know. Posters are what make my walls not white, and the things that show that my mind is equally cluttered and colorful.
Let’s hang it up.
Red. Bright. Shining.
Everyone will know this, my sweet girl.
As the future is ours, so you shall be my future.
Poster is a big sheet of information. People use it to pitch ideas and thoughts.
Ideas of upcoming events and thoughts of who to vote for or other silly stuff.
Posters also hold pictures. Pictures of idolized people, funny sayings, and everything under the sun. Really what he don’t do with posters are set good examples for the later generations. Posters are over and under used!
i do not care for this word
Justin Bieber. Avenged Sevenfold. A playboy Bunny. Cars. Bands. Words.
Posters represent millions of things. They can be a sign of fandom. A sign of obsession.
I have never met a single person who has never owned a poster.
Getting your first poster is almost like a rite of passage for any person.
I remember getting my first poster. It was from Toys R Us, and it was a High School Musical one. I was so excited. I tacked it over my bed, and kept it there.
Now that I’m older I have different posters.
A poster of different things to do on the Drums. Avenged Sevenfold, Escape the Fate. I have countless posters all around my room.
Poster’s are seen, heard and recognized. Vivid color spewing out onto a page, words with information calling your name. “Read me, learn all that I want to tell you.” They make you listen attentively and annoy the heck out of you until you observe them. Everywhere you go there will be a poster about an event, a special day or just something new to do. Tools that let you know what is going on around you. A poster is more than a piece of paper it’s a ticket to new experiences.
large informative ads attraction colorful big print sales school work stores serious outreaching audeience printed picture reproduction announcement messages amazing crazy affective
Posters have many different functions, but the main one it to promote people, ideas, and buisnesses. They hang on walls in young teenage girls rooms, in office buildings to encourage their workers, and on electric posts. You see them everywhere.
This big, paper thing causes stress within the time of finals and test. It brigs back the science fair and the nights of yelling for someone to drive to the store and buy it. Poster children are the ones who should feel pain and detest from this word. Posters suck. Sometimes. They are ways of creativity but also ways where people just use the cliche way of asking someone to a dance or on a date. Use the old fashioned way, bitch.
It’s impossible to see a four-poster bed and not imagine being tied to it by a very handsome man and made love to recklessly. Is there anyone who can look at a four-poster bed and not imagine having her arms lifted over her head and tied at the wrists to those posts and rendered completely unable to reciprocate in the lovemaking, but just to be forced to simply enjoy and trust in it?
I have been online for a long time–it has been fourteen years or more since I first started social networking via use of a listserv, back when I started scrapbooking. Diana Swensen was a friend, and such an early adapter–the first ‘original poster’ I’d encountered to make sense, socially, of the internet.