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[zeezelweazel]

honestly love anything you write but bottom! alexia is the best love it

Alexia Putellas| With all the time in the world|

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I'm definitely more of a tits gal but there's just something about how good Alexia's ass looks in the kit shorts I start foaming at the mouth every time I see her.

Part two of Wrong place, wrong time

TW: degradation, ass play, strap on use, overstimulation

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You always keep your promises, Alexia knows this. That's why she can't keep herself from squirming in her seat, she can't wait to go home and see just how you'll make good on your promise. She's already wet just from thinking about it.

You try not to smirk when you notice her constant squirming. You loved when Alexia got in this mood. You decide to tease her by calmy placing your hand on her thigh. Alexia sucks in a harsh breath and closes her eyes. That's not the kind of reaction that you were hoping for so you slowly trail your hand onwards in her inner thigh and squeeze.

Alexia whines and bites her lip, her legs instinctively closing and trapping your hand in place. You smirk when Alexia softly pleads for you when your hands tease her clothed slit. Suddenly you pull your hand away and Alexia looks at you with tears of frustration in her eyes. You don't pay her any mind as you continue driving. From the corner of your eyes you see Alexia moving one of her hands to rub her cunt through the layers of fabric.

"Move. Your. Hand."

Alexia gasps and you don't know if it's because of your assertive tone or how her hand grazed her clit. Alexia knows you only use that tone when you plan on being rough.

"I won't say it again Alexia."

She moves her hand away as if she's been burned and grips the seat tightly. By the time you're pulling in the drive way Alexia is panting like she's just played a full 90 minute match. You chucke at her eagerness and the way she almost run out of the car to open the front door.

You entered the house slowly, not bothering to keep up with Alexia's eagerness. You walked up the stairs to the bedroom and you were immediately pulled to the bed by Alexia. She was already naked, her nipples perked and her pussy soaked when she climbed on top of you.

"You're going from bad to worse today baby." You slowly start trailing your hands up her body while you talk, relishing in the way she shivers when the tips of your fingers graze her ribs.

"First you drag me away to fuck you in a crouded stadium and then" you pull on a tight nipple and Alexia yelps in surprise "we almost get caught."

She tries to grind down on you to get some friction but you grip her waist and keep her steady where she is. "And now you're not even waiting for my orders, jumping on me like a fucking slut."

Alexia is looking down at her thighs with flushed cheeks. You slap her ass hard making the captain jolt and moan loudly. Alexia finally looks at you with unshead tears glossing her eyes as you roughly play with the soft fless of her ass. She starts rubbing her thighs together desperate for any kind of friction.

When one of your hands drops a little lower and lightly teases the tight ring of her asshole Alexia whines and drops her weight forward. You kept moving your hands careful not to give her what she wants just yet, instead you focus on her sweet pants and moans echoing right next to your ear.

"Y/N..."

You grin when you hear Alexia call for you desperately but you didn't change the way your hands moved. You kept kneeding away at her plump ass and you moved your head so you can suck bruises on her neck. Alexia was dripping wet and pathetically pleading you to touch her but you were busy trying to mark every inch of her beautiful taned skin.

"I'm sorry. Y/N, I'm sorry, I-I promise I won't do it again. Please just fuck me!"

You hummed low in your throat and moved closer to her ear. You bite her ear lobe and she whimpers making you slyly smirk.

"You want to get fucked, is that right you whore?"

Alexia sobbed at your words and nodded quickly.

"Please! I want your mouth, your fingers, anything!"

Suddenly you lifted her off you and pushed her down on the bed. Alexia watched with hungry eyes as you moved to your closet to grab your favourite strap on. She resisted the urge to touch herself while she watched you put the harness on. You confidently walked to the bed and Alexia gulped, looking up to meet your hard stare.

"Turn around, ass up."

Alexia does as you told her, as quickly as humanly possible. You take in a sharp breath when she raises her ass and you finally see her dripping pussy, her hole clenching around nothing and her clit throbbing. You drag the fake cock along her slit, gathering as much of her juices as you can before playfully bumping her clit with the head of the strap on. Alexia's knees almost give out at the sudden contact and you chuckle quietly at her pathetic state. Without wasting any more time you push the head against her hole and watch as Alexia greedily sucks you in deeper. The captain drops her head on the mattress as she tries fo muffle her loud cries of pleasure.

You thread a hand through her hair and pull back roughly against the blonde locks raising Alexia's head.

"Don't try to be quiet, we both know that's a lost cause, you're too much of a slut to keep your mouth shut."

Alexia whimpers at your words. You decide you've waited enough so in one rough thrust you push the sntire length inside her. Alexia moans loudly, her back arching and pushing her ass further into your hips. You didn't give Alexia any time to recover before you started pounding roughly into her, your hand gripping her waist so hard it will certainly bruise. Alexia is crying out every time you hit her sweet spot her thighs shaking and hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your hand leaves her hair and spanks her ass and Alexia's knees give out from the blinding pleasure. You grip her thighs and use them as leverage to fuck Alexia into the mattress.

"Fuck, I'm close!"

You grin widely and bring your hand under Alexia's body to rub at her clit and the captain screams in pleasure. Soon her thighs shake violently and Alexia is left panting on the bed but you don't stop the brutal pace you've set up. Alexia whines softly and tries to move further up the bed to avoid the overwhelming pleasure but she fails because your strong hand is still holding her in place.

"What, I thought you wanted to get fucked."

Alexia whimpers and shakes her head as a second orgasm approaches.

"S' too much. Y/N... please I can't."

Instead of paying Alexia any mind you put one of your legs up on the bed and use the new position to fuck into her with more strength. One of your hands comes down on her ass again and soon Alexia is shaking from the blinding pleasure.

"Oh so now you can't, huh? A few minutes ago you were willing to let the whole team fuck you."

Alexia whines at the reminder of just how much she wanted you to fuck her but she doesn't have time to dwell on it because she's coming a second time and she sees white.

When Alexia opens her eyes she's lying next to you on the bed all fresh and clean while you're rubbing soft circles on her back. Alexia goes to move but she's so sore she winced in pain. You smile and place a soft kiss on her head.

"I always keep my promises don't I, love?"

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Chapter 4 spoilers!

But here, in the Upper City, Lann’s every step is weighed down, as if he was back in Neathholm wading through dark, muddy waters. When he turns around, his companions are already ten paces ahead of him. Are they always this fast? Or are you just getting slow? Searing pain shoots through him with every step, setting his muscles on fire. This must be what his father felt, what each and every one of his ancestors felt as the years withered them away.

His vision blurs as he struggles to keep up with the party; they’re so far away now, Tane’s so far away, so out of his reach. This can’t—this can’t be the end, not yet, not when you haven’t even done anything worthwhile with your stupid short life. He has to keep going. The sludge pouring from his eyes creates a dark blurry haze, obscuring his sight. Take it one step at a time, Lann, and eventually you’ll reach them. Bile creeps up from the pits of his stomach to his throat and he has to fight back the urge to hurl. He stumbles onward. You can keep going like this, pathetic and weak, or you can answer the call. His blood boils and sears through his veins, threatening to ignite him from within. They did him a favor by leaving him behind, really. If he were to die now, they wouldn’t see how pathetic and weak he looked coughing up this weird demonic gunk. You can answer the call, and this will all go away. You will live a long life, like you want, like you deserve.

A long life with her.

“Fuck you,” he mumbles, dark goo dribbling from his lips. It takes all of his willpower and strength to press forward—they still need me—but he drops to his knees, overcome by the loss of his senses, still the dark viscous substance oozing from every orifice.

“Lann?” There’s no mistaking Tane’s voice, even with all the mud in his ear muffling it. Where’d she come from? She shouldn’t be here, seeing you like this. Weak and pathetic.

It’s Savamelekh, he tries to croak the words out, but only dark sludge spills from his mouth. Her hands cradle his jaw, tipping his head up to look at her. She wipes the muck away, her fingers frantic and desperate, but the effort is futile as it keeps pouring out. Devoid of sight and sound, all he has is that worried tone of hers close to his ear and her calloused palms on his face. His entire universe has narrowed down into these two things, and Lann anchors himself to it, to her, reaching for her arm like a lifeline.

Strong hands grip him, and he finds himself being lifted onto a horse—Seelah’s horse, he realizes—and before he can protest, they’re already galloping away.

[waitmyturtles]

THIS. SHOW.

Our Dining Table, episode 7, thoughts. Gonna get sentimental again.

I mean. I actually don’t know what to say to start, because it was so perfect -- again, perfect balance, perfect tone. 

Again with the use of silence and ambient, real noise to emphasize the moment in time in which they’re living. Tane-kun crunching on the Santa candy. The sound of the guys climbing the stairs at night. Tane’s little voice half-singing to Yutaka as he’s patting Yutaka’s head. The beep of the thermometer that we can’t see. 

It just slows things down, and we get to live in their heads. We get to live in the swirl of Minoru’s emotions as he’s listening to Yutaka. Even before then -- we get to see his surprise, then we get to see him READY HIMSELF, steady himself, to listen to Yutaka’s story, as Yutaka is holding up the picture.

I may have SLIGHTLY lost it at the animation. I didn’t expect it. Especially as compared to how the story was told in the manga....gutting. I always say I’m not a canon fascist, but to see that part ACTUALLY ANIMATED, as the way that Yutaka HAD INTENDED TO TELL HIS FAMILY STORY of being ALONE as a child, in the manga itself -- I mean. My heart just stopped.

And as a mom -- I TOTALLY unintentionally giggled at Tane reacting to Yutaka’s crying, because it was so real! It was actually very real -- toddlers and tykes like that will absolutely cry when they see an adult they love crying (my daughter lost it the other day when I bumped my head in the kitchen, and I had to actually laugh and give her a huge hug, because of course, she freaked out at my reaction -- but her pure empathy gave me such joy).

And we’ve been seeing Yutaka and Tane get more and more closer, more comfortable with each other. Of course, the patting of Yutaka’s head was darling, but. The way Yutaka reached for Tane to hold him. And to say thank you -- thanking Tane-kun for.... a kind of unconditional love that Yutaka has never, ever had before. Unconditional love that comes from a child, but also, is also obviously coming from Minoru and Ueda-san as well. 

(Dudes. Ueda-san. DAD OF THE YEAR! MVP. SO SUBTLE.) 

I haven’t peeped the tag yet, so I hope there aren’t complaints about the kiss, because as @isaksbestpillow noted, the kiss was framed exactly according to Yutaka’s viewpoint of reception. As I always noted from the Cherry Magic days, I am always so happy with the implied kissing in Japanese doramas -- because I think they carry as much weight as anything else, considering that what we’re really watching is someone else’s experience of the moment.

The pace of this show is just so perfect. It moves exactly at same speed as the manga. I keep saying this: this show is the most intentional of the shows airing right now. Every last little drop of detail is meant to be exactly where it is to tell the story of Minoru and Yutaka’s coming together. This show is absolutely made with love, about love, and I’m so in love with it.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Martyrs and Kings - Epilogue

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Kix x archivist/historian OFC

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: sensuality

A/N: What's that sound? It's my heart breaking to finally say goodbye to Kix and Maree. Thank you to all my readers who've stuck with me this long! I love you all.

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Six standard months later

“Safe travels, Dr. Finnall,” Brenko said. “While you’re away, I’ll finish cataloging the rest of the artifacts from Hisseen.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite research assistant?” she asked.

“I’m your only research assistant,” he pointed out. “See you in a couple weeks.”

Maree waved farewell and went to load a few last-minute items into the Meson Martinet’s shuttle. Reveth helped, lifting the heaviest bags with ease with her powerful mechanical arm.

“I still think it’s a mistake for you to go to headquarters of the New Republic Rangers,” Reveth grumbled. “What if the Spinward Patrol recognizes the shuttle and disintegrates you?”

“They wouldn’t dare,” Maree said. “The Rangers are even more scared of Baba than Kix is.”

“I never said I was scared,” Kix objected, entering the shuttle with his small satchel. 

“You didn’t have to,” Reveth said. “We could all tell.”

The Twi’lek exited the shuttle and sealed the hatch as Kix muttered under his breath. If he’d been worried that Reveth and Maree would resent each other based on their history with him, those fears paled in comparison to the reality that the two had become fast friends who told each other everything and held weekly holo-sabbac nights with Valsi. It was frankly unfair. Maree was already conducting a stealth campaign to convince Valsi and Tane to leave the Archive and join the crew.

Truth be told, the Martinet was starting to feel a little crowded, but Ithano had a plan. He was building a fleet from old Separatist ships that Kix helped him locate, and a few nights earlier, Quiggold had casually mentioned the possibility of making Kix the captain of a cruiser. If Ithano decided to go through with it, there would be more than enough room for Maree’s growing collection of Seppie junk—er, “artifacts of incalculable historic value and significance.” 

Of course, he wasn't sure how much Brenko might object to being pulled away from the Martinet. He had a tendency to flush to a deep emerald green whenever he spoke to Reeg Brosna, and the Arcona frequently had a dazed, starry-eyed expression that had nothing to do with his ocular biology. Maree’s tactics had been completely unsubtle as she seized any opportunity to throw the two together. If Ithano did make Kix a captain, he wouldn't be surprised if Maree tried to get Reeg installed as first mate.

He launched the shuttle, and Maree began to input the coordinates for Adelphi.

“I still can’t believe you stole Brenko to be your research assistant,” Kix said.

“I am a pirate, after all,” Maree said with a shrug as Kix flipped the lever, and the shuttle jumped into hyperspace.

“You have two PhDs,” Eema said severely as she opened every window in the house to let out the billowing smoke. “How is it possible that something as simple as baking cookies eludes you?”

“It wasn’t covered in my coursework,” Maree said, gagging on the acrid scent of charred sugar.

She dumped the tray of scorched biscuits into the sink and turned on the water to put out any remaining embers.

“I’m impressed that this batch actually caught fire,” Baba said in a much milder tone. “How did you manage that?”

“I got distracted,” Maree said, heat rising in her cheeks.

She shot an accusatory glance at Kix, who was leaning against the wall and looking rather pleased with himself.

“Ugh, in my kitchen?” Eema demanded.

“Right in front of your salad,” Baba confirmed with a twinkle.

“Oh, stars, Moms, we weren’t doing that!” Maree exclaimed.

“Not this time, anyway,” Kix said.

“Traitor,” Maree grumbled. “Remind me why I brought you here, again?”

“Because you wanted me to charm your mothers enough that your Baba wouldn’t blow our ship out of the sky,” Kix said. “Do you think it’s working?”

“It was probably working better before I turned the kitchen into a smoldering ruin of despair and regret,” Maree said.

“As if his masculine wiles would work on us,” Eema snorted.

“Maree seems to like them,” Baba said. “No accounting for taste, I suppose.”

She winked at Kix, and he grinned back at her. Despite Maree’s reservations, Baba had taken a single look at Kix and practically adopted him on the spot. The two drank spotchka and swapped war stories, and Baba gleefully told Kix a few of the more embarrassing anecdotes from Maree’s childhood. One night, they sat on the front porch and spoke quietly for many, many hours, long after Maree and Eema had gone to sleep, and when Maree awoke the next morning, she found Kix curled up next to her, his face completely relaxed and looking more at peace than she had ever seen him.

When Maree had somewhat nervously broached the topic of piracy, Baba simply laughed and asked, “Did you think everything I did back in my Ranger days was strictly legal? Sweetie, this is the Outer Rim. If I went chasing every pirate and smuggler that crossed my path, I’d never get a night’s sleep again.”

Eema had been slower to warm up to Kix. She’d been polite and welcoming, of course, but she withheld judgment until she had a chance to see how luminously happy the clone made Maree. 

That night, Kix confessed to Maree that Eema terrified him. “I thought you said Baba was the one we had to worry about.”

“I said Baba might kill us,” she corrected him as she climbed into bed. “Eema will just make us wish we were dead.”

“Great,” Kix replied. 

He slid under the covers next to her, and she snuggled close to his body, resting her head on his bare shoulder and draping her leg over his thighs.

“She’ll come around,” Maree promised. “She’s just not used to the idea of me being in a relationship.”

“Have you never brought anyone home to meet them before?” he asked, kissing her forehead.

Maree shook her head. “This is uncharted territory for all of us.”

“I feel better already,” Kix said drily.

“I know how to make you feel better,” she said mischievously, stroking her hands down his abdomen.

He squirmed away. “Are you insane? What if they hear us?”

“What’s wrong? Is the big, strong, fearsome warrior afraid of a couple of retirees?”

“Yes!” Kix said frankly. “You know we clones have genetically enhanced survival instincts.”

“I guess you’ll just have to use your genetically enhanced stealth abilities and be very, very quiet,” she said, sliding down his body.

“Oh, kriff,” he gasped as she licked up the inside of his thigh.

“Shhh,” she soothed, snaking a hand up his chest to rest reassuringly over his heart. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“Now that I think about it, we clones were also taught not to fear death,” he said, tangling his hands in her hair and guiding her head toward his stiffening cock.

“Such a heroic sacrifice,” Maree whispered, drawing him into her mouth.

Kix bit back a groan as he sank into her soft warmth. “Anything for the Republic.”

[syscardinal]

sorry people are bothering you about cyno’s skin tone! Wish people would recognize the fact that fanon drawings of characters being super dark skinned are just fanon and not everyone is obliged to draw fanon. It’s a frustrating thing having to see it repeated in fandoms to artists who stay respectful and haven’t done anything wrong

Oh,thank you for your concern!! Actually it doesnt bother me at all, i believe that evryone can draw the chars the way they want, i dont exactly follow the canon skin tone too( specially with kaeya bc i like him a little bit more taned) is my personal preference. If people had starting insulting me for my cyno drawing that would be another story, but thankfully that didnt happen at all! Anyways thank you again <3.

[tanenigiri]

We got a spin-off episode! And "spin-off" is very apt as it's all brand new scenes not found in the manga. As much as I wanted to see the manga's epilogue adapted, the show's had a pretty good track record in terms of adding new scenes and elevating the manga's plot. I'd even say it's one of its greatest strengths, so how does this attempt fare?

Here are some thoughts and ramblings on Our Dining Table's spin-off episode:

I'll start with my favorite part: A new bento box is 500% the best gift Yutaka could've ever thought of to celebrate the anniversary of them meeting up. Sorry to the matching Christmas scarves but this takes the cake. There've been a lot of posts made about how deliberate the choice of items are in this show and I look forward to reading about all of that with this bento box. I also have to mention the utter sweetness of Yutaka wanting to commemorate the date where he first ran into the Ueda brothers - that's definitely the mark of a year of character growth.

Ueda-san continues to be the best dad. Sure, he isn't as prominent here as in the finale, but he continues to read the room so well and know what to do before Yutaka and Minoru even realize it. Love the Minoru teasing at the beginning too - it reminds me of how he was when he was witnessing Minoru's blatant pining. (That tidbit about how Minoru being antsy reminding him of his wife was both really funny and really sweet.)

Glad to know that they've recognized that Tane is the one keeping this whole thing together. (Half-joking but really, how they've made this child not only relevant to the main dynamic but also his very own character is one of my favorite things about this series.)

Ok, I have to be honest: I wasn't feeling the conflict. It's not helped by the fact that the misunderstanding trope is a bit tired for me - one of my favorite things about the manga, actually, was how it generally avoided this and actually made it a point that being open about their issues was a prerequisite to them getting together - but I think my biggest issue with it was how it seemed inconsistent with the characters? Minoru especially, and I haven't been shy with my overall praise for how the show had not only expanded his character but elevated it from the manga because of how well they executed his plot. But him getting jealous over a text he doesn't know the full context of seems a bit much, even if you anchor it to his fear of Yutaka leaving him just like Nao and the rest of his friends did. And even then, that anchor wasn't really brought up, as how he acted over it seemed quite possessive instead of insecure. If anything, the insecurity came from Yutaka, which I do think is consistent with his character, but it's the sentiment I expected from Minoru instead?

I think the closest thing I can compare this to is the bonus Valentine episode of Cherry Magic (spoiler warning if you haven't watched it), where Kurosawa finds a Valentine's gift in Adachi's desk drawer and panics over who could've given it to him. He's seen to be pretty jealous of the mystery admirer and laments over how he's no longer the only one who's noticed Adachi's charm, only to find out that the gift he found was actually Adachi's gift to him. It's a similar misunderstanding situation, but I think what made this one work better for me (aside from how Cherry Magic is a comedy while Our Dining Table's tone is a lot more serious) was how it was very consistent with Kurosawa's character, as he's shown to be quite possessive and easily jealous over Adachi several times throughout the show.

I can't say the same thing for Minoru at all, as while as a boyfriend he definitely has the right to feel jealous over a potential threat to their relationship, this is the same person who, in last week's episode, told Yutaka that if there's anything bothering him, they should talk to each other, especially if it's about their relationship. Why wasn't he following his own advice until the very end of the episode? (The actual answer is to prolong the episode but still.)

I don't know, I feel like they could've executed it a lot better if they wanted to stick with this conflict. The misunderstanding could've come from how they communicated, as I think that would not only be consistent with the takeaway from the previous episode, but it would also be quite realistic as Yutaka has shown to not be the best with words. I'm not saying that how Minoru acted was invalid - he absolutely has the right to feel jealous about a misunderstanding, especially with how rocky his experience with relationships had been - but I think they could've showed this insecurity in a way that didn't make it seem like he was moping over Yutaka having friends who weren't him. (If anything, shouldn't he be happy that Yutaka now has other people he regularly talks to? He was quite literally traumatized from eating with other people.)

(And yes, I absolutely think that if Ohata just showed up and explained everything herself, the episode would've been much better lmao I'm gonna miss her character so much.)

Bit random but the balloons showing "bad day" tripped me up a bit because I was genuinely confused since there's only one 'D' in "Happy Birthday" until I realized that they used the same 'D' balloon for both shots lol.

Sorry if those bullet points were a doozy, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on if you agree or disagree. But like I said in my previous post, I'm glad that the show has things that I don't necessarily think highly of, as a 100% perfect show would be quite boring. I may have some gripes with it, but I still enjoyed the spin-off for what it was - and more Our Dining Table content is always welcome.

And honestly, despite these gripes, I'm still gonna rewatch this show so many times and never get sick of it because I think it's such a fantastic adaptation. They absolutely knocked it out of the park with it and I hope that the team gets their hands on other titles. (I would love a Koimonogatari adaptation but I would very much prefer new chapters instead lol.)

[aykutiltertr]

Deryalım - İbrahim Tatlıses ✩ Ritim Karaoke Orijinal Trafik (Uşşak Halay...  ⭐ Video'yu beğenmeyi ve Abone olmayı unutmayın  👍 Zile basarak bildirimleri açabilirsiniz 🔔 ✩ KATIL'dan Ritim Karaoke Ekibine Destek Olun (Join this channel to enjoy privileges.) ✩ ╰┈➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqm-5vmc2L6oFZ1vo2Fz3JQ/join ✩ ORİJİNAL VERSİYONU Linkten Dinleyip Canlı Enstrüman Çalıp Söyleyerek Çalışabilirsiniz. ⭐ 🎧 ╰┈➤ https://youtu.be/bA6yW6FuYn0 ✩ (MAKE A LIVE INSTRUMENT ACCOMPANIMENT ON RHYTHM IN EVERY TONE) ✩ Aykut ilter Ritim Karaoke Ekibini Sosyal Medya Kanallarından Takip Edebilirsiniz. ✩ İNSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/rhythmkaraoke/ ✩ TİK TOK https://www.tiktok.com/@rhythmkaraoke ✩ DAILYMOTION https://www.dailymotion.com/RhythmKaraoke ⭐ Deryalım - İbrahim Tatlıses ✩ Ritim Karaoke Orijinal Trafik (Uşşak Halay 2/4 Fantezi Türkü) Yanağında alı var Dudağında bal var Sendeki güzelliğin Binbir tane adı var Kaşları yaya benzer Cemali aya benzer Öyle bir sevgilim var Duruşu taya benzer Çakmak çakmak gözlerin Baldan şirin sözlerin Cehennem cennet olur Beni sarsa ellerin Bir ah çeksem derinden Dağlar oynar yerinden Mecnundan beter oldum Bu sevdanın yüzünden Diskografi Stüdyo albümleri ve single'ları Yıl Albüm adı Yapımcı Bilgiler 1975 Bir Yol Göster Yalçın Plak Şaşkın Ayağında Kundura (Ölürem Ben) Uzelli Müzik İbrahim Tatlıses 6 Sönmez Kasetçilik İbrahim Tatlıses Albüm Urfa Emektaroğlu Bant Stüdyosu Ben İnsan Değil Miyim[72] Yalçın Plak 1976 Veremli Kız 1977 Huzurum Kalmadı 1978 Ayağında Kundura Türküola Müzik 1979 Ceylan Toprağın Oğlu Sabuha 1980 Gelme İstemem 1981 Gülmemiz Gerek 1982 Yaşamak Bu Değil Sen Mutlu Ol Yeter 1983 Yalan Star Plakçılık 1984 Benim Hayatım 1985 Mavi Mavi Bayar Müzik 1986 Gülüm Benim / Gülümse Biraz 1987 Allah Allah / Hülya İdobay Müzik 1988 Kara Zindan Fosforlu Cevriyem Konser albümü 1989 İnsanlar Emre Plak 1990 Hesabım Var - Söylim mi? İdobay Müzik 1991 Vur Gitsin Beni / Yemin Ettim Bayar Müzik 1992 Ah Keşkem Raks Müzik 1993 Mega Aşk 1994 Haydi Söyle 1995 İbrahim Tatlıses Klasikleri S Müzik 1996 Ben de İsterem 1998 At Gitsin 1999 Selam Olsun 2001 Yetmez mi? 2003 Tek Tek Erol Köse Prodüksiyon 2004 Aramam 2005 Sizler İçin İdobay Müzik 2007 Bulamadım 2008 Neden 2009 Yağmurla Gelen Kadın 2010 Hani Gelecektin 2018 Yaylalar Poll Production Single 2021 Gelmesin 2023 Medine'ye Varamadım Gözleri Bela Kız Kara Üzüm Habbesi 2024 Devamke 45'likler Tatlıses Şah Plak'tan 3, Urfanın Sesi Plak'tan 3, Palandöken Plak'tan 8, Kartal Plak'tan 1, Ömer Plak'tan 4, Edessa Plak'tan 2, Türküola Müzik'ten 4 olmak üzere toplam 25 adet 45'lik plak çıkarmıştır.[73] Y��l Albüm adı Yapımcı Bilgiler 1968 İndim Gönül Bağına / Kırmızı Gülleri Fidan Eyledim Şah Plak Plak No 145 1969 Bu Gelen Atlımıdır / Bülbüller Düğün Eyler Plak No 150 Tilfindir Hastane / Zalimlik Yakışmaz Güzel Olana Plak No 151 1970 Kara Kız / Beni Yakma Gel Güzelim Urfanın Sesi Plak Plak No 51 1971 Tatlı Dile Güler Yüze / Sevdimde Sevilmedim Palandöken Plak Plak No 858 Sebebi Sensin / Aşkın Beni Deli Eyledi Plak No 864 Züleyha / Sevin Kardeşim Plak No 865 1972 Nar Tanesi / Niye Çattın Kaşlarını Plak No 867 Karnı Büyük Koca Dünya / Ağlama Cananım Plak No 868 Yazık Oldu Gençliğime Ömrüme / Doy Doy Plak No 869 1973 Fakirlik Taç Oldu / Beni Yakan Bir Gelin Plak No 881 Yeter Allah'ım / Asker Mektubu Plak No 882 Kapıyı Çalan Kimdir / Niye Gittin Elin Oldun Kartal Plak Plak No 315 1975 Zeyno / Seven Bahtiyar Olmaz Ömer Plak Plak No 1190 Erzurum Dağları / Ayağında Kundura (Ölürem Ben) Plak No 1191 1976 Düşenin Dostu Yoğimiş / Doldur Kardaş İçelim Plak No 106 Hışı Hışı Hançer / Elleri Pamuk Plak No 1198 1977 Kapıyı Çalan Kimdir / Niye Gittin Elin Oldun Edessa Plak Plak No 150 Maden Dağı / De Get Bayburt Urfanın Sesi Plak Plak No 160 Can Hatice / Sana Eyvallah Plak No 163 1978 Kurban Olam O Kaşa Karaya / Tükendi Nakdi Ömrüm Edessa Plak Plak No 166 1979 Sabuha / Ayrılık Kolay Değil Türküola Müzik Plak No 233 1980 Bir Mumdur / Aman Kardaşım Plak No 240 Ölürsem Kabrime Gelme İstemem / Seni Yakacaklar Plak No 243 1981 Mutlu Ol Yeter / Bir Kulunu Çok Sevdim Plak No 247 Filmografisi Yıl Film Rol Notlar 1978 Sabuha Faruk Ayağında Kundura / Ceylan İbrahim Sabuha / Toprağın Oğlu Toprağın Oğlu İbrahim 1979 Kara Yazma İbo Kara Çadırın Kızı İbrahim Fadile 1980 Ayrılık Kolay Değil Çile İbo 1981 Seni Yakacaklar İbrahim Yaşamak Bu Değil Tövbe Mehmet 1982 Yalan Yusuf Alişan Alişan Nasıl İsyan Etmem Hasan 1983 Yorgun İbrahim Günah Yaşar Futboliye  Konuk Oyuncu 1984 Sevdalandım Urfalı Kemal Ayşem İbrahim 1985 Mavi Mavi Kerim Sevmek Hasan Yalnızım Ferhat 1986 Gülümse Biraz Urfalı İskender Yıkılmışım Ben Yusuf Sarhoş İbrahim 1987 Allah Allah Gülüm Benim Hıdır Dertli Dertli Haydar 1988 Aşıksın İbrahim Hülya İbrahim Tatlıses Bir Kulum İşte Urfalı Ferhat Kara Zindan Cemal Ben İnsan Değil Miyim İbrahim 1989 Fosforlu Şahin 1992 Aşık Oldum   1993 Tetikçi Kemal Kemal, Yılmaz 1997 Fırat Yusuf 34 Bölüm 2006 Bulamadım Ali 2 Bölüm 2024 Kolpaçino 4 4'lük

[604kevin]

① "What makes me Plastic?"

"What makes me Plastic?"

For this project, Tane worked in a collaborative team to plan, research, iterate and finally come up with final designs. The collaborative nature of this project also extended into the communities, bringing in voices of Maori and Pasifika people through the use of photography and written experiences. Tane’s project ‘What makes me Plastic?’ tackles an issue within Maori and Pasifika communities, with a focus on how a large portion of the community feels a disconnect from their Maori and Pasifika roots. The term ‘plastic’ is most commonly used to describe someone of Maori and Pacifica descent and how disconnected they have become from their own culture, and this term has since been normalised. Tane’s work uses a combination of photography and graphics to visualise the issue and to target it with a confrontational tone. Simple portrait photography on a black background along with handwritten experiences written by Maori and Pasifika helps to showcase how common this issue is. The team used surveys and real people with real experiences to bring this issue to light. 

[disnimeartzy]

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❀ Strathmore Tane Tone Paper 8in x 11in ❀ GraphGear1000 Pencils ❀ Derwent Graphic Pencil ❀ PrismaColor Pencils

[bryregrad702]

Development of illustrations

Working with wet on wet acrylic painting to create washy, smoky and emotive backgrounds, and photoshopping my existing illustrations into context. 

The more muted tones reflect the confined or deficit ideas of who wāhine are, and a negative tone of entrapment. The washier backgrounds are less literal, more mood. 

I talked with Cassie (from GHD) and Jordan Tane about these illustrations and got some really helpful feedback which I think does confirm what I was feeling about them currently

The less obvious, less literal illustrations are more powerful. Where there is a greater focus on the mood being evoked, rather than a literal or obvious representation, the storytelling is stronger. The reader has to engage. There’s also something less aggressive about less literal figurative images - the obvious human form just seems sort of more dark (maybe because of the direct link to abuse?). There is also something lacking maturity about a literal representation. 

Jordan made the good point that Māori language is often translated differently depending on context or who is speaking. In a sense, language is abstract, and so well suited to more abstract imagery. The text will create context, and then the imagery will add a layer of meaning. The reader can slowly engage and let the story unfold. This is actually quite relevant for the tool, as it will be used differently by every facilitator. Creating something less structured gives more freedom to the people engaging with the tool, to prompt and draw out of the tool what they can. 

I also think that I need to create more washed out images, less dark - there does need to be a balance of not creating something too negative or shocking - like the obvious bruise on the face of the wāhine that Denise described. This is off-putting to Māori viewers in particular. 

[alesbush]

Anullo!

Teksa sot ndoqa protesten e ish-shkolles sime per te drejten e vazhdimesise se saj me kaluan shume kujtime te viteve me pare kur aktet e atyre nxenesve qe sot i cenonet permbushja e endrres se tyre ne ate kolegj ,ne i beme si pjese e diteve te ndryshme sensiblizuese e perkujtuese.

E nis me posterat e bukur qe kishin shkruar me dore. Ne aktivitete te ndryshme ne organizoheshim ne forme te tille dhe mundoheshim qe ne fund puna jone te ishte cilesore dhe autentike.

Kete e realizonim sepse vrisnim mendjen per ore te tera ,nuk kishim telefona smart gjate gjithe kohes ne dore perkundrazi merrnim mendime ,vepronim si nje skuader. Dikush tek laboratori i kompjuterave ,dikush te merrte lejen e smart bordit e dikush nga jashte te na blinte cte ishte e nevojshme.

Me pas pashe qe ata vendosen ne token e Ministrise se Arsimit dhe Kryeministrise medaljet e trofete e fituara teksa i hoqen nga qafa.

Ata ne qeveri nuk e dine cfare pune behej per te fituar ato medalje e sa rrihte zemra ne momentin kur na thirrnin ne skene per ti marre plot lumturi e per tu krenuar teksa i thonim prinderve e te dashurve tane te tjere per arritjen tone.

Ne nuk mjaftoheshim me argjend dhe bronz por donim gjithmone te arten, prandaj revolta e atyre nxenesve sot eshte pak nga cfare meritoni ju sepse ata kane aftesite e duhura te kerkojne shume me shume,o shtet i dashur qe jeta ju ra si nje jackpot ne kurriz te te mireve te vertete qe i lini ne prapaskene gjithmone.

Marshimi i tyre me kujtoi diten kur realizonim klipin e festave te nentorit. Ishim nje turme e madhe qe kishim zene korsine e bicikletave ne rrugen qe kalonte nga shkolla jone.

Njerezit na shihnin me adhurim teksa ne duart tona mbanim flamurin shqiptar per te cilin brohoritem ne ate video-mesazh se jemi krenare.

Sot ajo turme ishte jo me flamuj por me postera,pankarta,medalje dhe trofe sepse shteti per te cilet ata jepnin mesazh se jemi krenare sot po mjaftohet duke i postuar tek pronaret e shkolles te cilet paskan shitur shkollen, prone e cila eshte e juaja o qeveri e dashur.

Ata nxenes mesuan gjuhen e shenjave per tiu bashkuar sensiblizimit tuaj teksa ju i mbyllet shkollen ,valle duhet tju mesojne dhe qe nje ndertese e dhene nen nje kontrate qeraje nuk mund te shitet?!

Serish teksa i pashe te organizoheshin para Kryeministrise me kujtuan nje dite tjeter te viteve ne kolegj ku ne diten e Tokes ne shkruajtem kete fjale me trupat tane qe nga lart te kapej imazhi i shkrimit per sensibilizimin e mbrojtjes se Tokes sone.

Sot ata formuan fjalen "ANULLO", ne si nxenes te asaj shkolle gjithmone ishim pro vendit tone ,pro planetit tone por me nje flete ju i hodhet ne kosh ,i shkelet te gjitha dhe ata serish me edukaten me supreme ju kerkojne ju te beni ate qe eshte e drejte e jo te justifikoheni pa vend.

Ju dhuruan nje medalje qe kerkon jo mund por stermund qe kabineti i qeverise sone me meritokraci po te sfidohej nga dija e nxenesve te shkolles sone do mbetej e humbur.

E llogaria qe thate ti kerkohet drejtuesve te shkolles , me plot goje duhet thene "Ah sikur te kishit te tille drejtues e mesues...

Jane per tu marre shembull nga te gjithe koleget e tyre per punen dhe mesazhin qe percjellin te nxenesit duke na motivuar ,qendruar prane e duke na mesuar te luftojme per te drejten e jo te bindemi ndaj te pa drejtes ,jo te bejme sikur nuk degjojme e te mos flasim.

Ata ju folen dhe ne gjuhen e shenjave ,ata u drejtuan "I nderuar Z.Kryeminister!", ata ju dhane nje medalje te arte ju si dhe me qindra vleresime shtetit tone kur jashte vendit brohoritej "Albania" nen perfaqesine e kolegjit tone.

Firma juaj sot nuk eshte e vlefshme pergjithmone por institucioni me drejtuesit dhe stafin qe na edukoi ne do jete i vleresuar perjete nga ne ,qofshin ata nen emrin e kolegjit qe po mbyllni apo jo.

Ata qe ju i fajesoni sot bene kilometra per nxenesit e tyre qe te vizitonin vendin ku jetonin me plot deshire e gezim teksa ju qytetin tim keni preferuar ta vizitoni dhe me transport ajror se nuk duronit rrugen.

Kolegji Mehmet Akif eshte i gjithe Shqiperise e jo vetem i vendit ku eshte pozicionuar ndertesa e tij ,ashtu si dhe emri i tij nuk perkon vetem ne institucion arsimor por dhe familje.

Faleminderit mesuesve tane!!!

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[bettierainbow]

"Fruit Stripe Pop"- I love drawing faces with a lot of expression. This piece, completed in 2019, began as a self portrait study on tan paper, but my love of color came through and it turned into a super fun piece. It reminded me of Fruit Stripe gum. It is done on Strathmore Toned Taned paper with prismacolor pencils, Micron Pens, and a Uniball Signo white gel pen.

[kppcomofficial]

Analistler Bitcoin'in Bir Sonraki Hamlesi Hakkında Ne Öngörüyor?

Bitcoin, son hareketiyle şüpheciler arasında görüşleri paylaşmaya devam ediyor. CoinMarketCap'de, 24,2 bin dolarlık direnci reddettikten sonra Bitcoin fiyatı, basın zamanında 23 bin dolar civarında işlem görüyordu. Bu ret, piyasa koşullarının geç iyileşmesi nedeniyle toplumda birçok kaşın çatılmasına neden oldu. Galaxy Digital CEO'su Mike Novogratz kısa süre önce Bloomberg'e Bitcoin'in yakın zamanda 30 bin dolarlık engeli aşıp aşmayacağının şüpheli olduğunu söyledi. “Bitcoin bu yükselişte 30.000 USD'yi geçecek mi? Göreceğiz. şüpheliyim. Sanırım şimdi muhtemelen bu aralıkta olacağız. Bir süreliğine 20.000 ABD Doları, 22.000 ABD Doları veya 30.000 ABD Doları aralığında olursak açıkçası mutlu olurum.” Novogratz ayrıca, “Adil olmak gerekirse, büyük kurumsal akışlar görmüyoruz, ancak kimsenin geri adım attığını görmüyoruz” dedi. Bitcoin Hakkında Tüm Analistler Aynı Fikirde Değil Bununla birlikte, son zamanlarda bir CryptoQuant öngörüsü, vadeli işlem piyasasında sözleşme açılışlarını gördükten sonra Bitcoin genelinde yükseliş çizgisine işaret etti. Güncellemeye göre, "makro duyarlılıkta bir iyileşme beklentileri, kısa vadeli daha iyilerin vadeli işlem piyasasında (açık faiz) pozisyonlar oluşturmasına ve fiyatları daha yükseğe yönlendirebilecek ivme kazancı üzerine bahis oynamasına neden oluyor." Bununla birlikte, geleceğe yönelik bu rallinin sürdürülebilir olup olmayacağını zaman gösterecek. Bu, özellikle genel duyarlılıktaki değişikliklere duyarlı oldukları için pozisyonlarını hızla değiştiren kısa vadeli yatırımcılar için geçerlidir. Tanınmış trader Tone Vays tarafından YouTube kanalında bir başka yükseliş göstergesi ortaya çıktı. BTC'nin 2015 ve 2018 ayı piyasalarındaki diplerinden önce gelen tarihsel olarak yükseliş sinyaline ışık tuttu. Vays'e göre, Ağustos sonu kadar geç olabilecek “yaklaşık üç hafta” içinde bir yükseliş sinyali açılabilir. “Buradaki yükseliş yapısını seviyorum. Bu, aylık Heikin-Ashi grafiğidir. Gerçek bir MRI alımını görmek istiyorum. Tarihsel olarak, bu MRI alımları inanılmazdı. 2018'de mükemmel bir satın alma fırsatı yakaladık, 2015'te de. Ve eğer ayı piyasası daha uzun olsaydı, eminim o zaman da bir tane alabilirdik. Ve işte burada: Fiyat önemli ölçüde artmadıkça, üç hafta içinde üçüncü MRI alımı geliyor, umarım öyle olur, ama göreceğiz." Kripto Para Borsası Binance’de hesap açmak için tıklayın! Tüm gelişmeleri anlık almak ister misiniz? >>> Hemen Telegram, Instagram, Twitter hesaplarımızı takip ederek bildirimleri açın, gelişmelerden ilk siz haberdar olun! Not: Bu sitede yazılan makale içerikleri tamamen yorum ve analize dayalıdır. Hiç bir şekilde yatırım tavsiyesi değildir. Read the full article

[awritingcaitlin]

June Character Spotlight: Rinnie

Riona (Rinnie) Leilani Edgewing, MD

Age: 117

Birthday: Tesrus 18, 2898

Race: 81.25% Elf, 18.75% Sitah (56% Island Elf, 25% High Elf)

Nationality: Edan

Birthplace: Kaonau (born at home)

Profession: Medical Liaison from Edansa to Himmelmauer (currently on leave between assignments)

Past Professions: Priestess of Evianne, Upper-Class Courtesan, Master Gunsmith, Common Prostitute, Naval Medic and Flight Surgeon, Surfer  

Education: Private tutors, Akaue University: Bachelor’s in Mechanical Engineering; Edansa Naval University: Bachelor’s in Biology-Physiology, Master’s in Medicine; Kaonau University: Master’s in International Relations and Mechanical Engineering; Private Tutelage under esteemed wizard for Pyromancy; Eviannite Priestess Training

Languages Spoken: Edan, Efrian, Esternian, Ottadot, Shuhshuh, Yurel, Semayer, Corden, Shaddrun, Nussmein, Aalasreal, Draconic, Edan Sign

Height/Weight: 5’3 / 95lbs

Physical Appearance Notes: notably tall for an elf, blue eyes, red curly coarse thick frizzy unruly hair, pale and freckled skin that will tan in prolonged exposure to sun, slightly crooked nose, high cheekbones, delicately pointed chin, pointed ears, thin frame

Tattoos: Gun on left arm below elbow that shoots bullet to wrist, fire tendril wrapping around left arm, tribal tattoos symbolizing the ocean, swimming, surfing banded around her left bicep, magic bands on left bicep, stingray on left shoulder, Healer’s ribbon under left breast, Edgewing tattoo on left side of bellybutton, Edansa Hibiscus vine from crest of left hip bone down left thigh, sea turtle on left thigh that can swim around her body, surfer’s cord around left ankle, Schmiedish glow rose on right hip/thigh, Evianne’s symbol (solimne) on small of back

Piercings: Seven piercings in each ear, from lobe to cartilage, left nostril, belly button, nipples

Gender/Orientation: Female / Any

Deity/Alignment: Evianne / Chaotic Good

Priestess of Evianne

Pays respects to Seamus Finn, Aenehra, Kiarn

Magic Status and Aura: Rinnie is a fully-realized mage. She excels in pyromancy. However, she can do whatever she puts her mind to. She is also a passive theramancer, and an active one when she chooses to be. She can break enchantments and redirect energy. As a result, her aura is a powerful one. It is also augmented by Evianne when she is utilizing Evianne’s Grace.

Family: Rinnie is very close with her parents. They raised her like elves of their status are expected to. Though she had some rough patches with them throughout the years, they have mended most all of the bridges. Rinnie has a half brother, Tane, who she doesn’t see very often, only on occasional holidays.

She has many cousins, one of whom she is very close to in age. That cousin in particular has lived in Schmiedland for the last fifty years and Rinnie hasn’t spoken with her. She doesn’t see much else of her mom’s side of the family due to quiet feuding.

She is moderately closer to her dad’s side of the family and worked as a partner in her uncle’s gunsmithing business for twenty-five years.  

Hobbies: Reading, swimming, surfing, gunsmithing, sex, math, high-society

Rinnie leaned into the mirror, applying the perfect amount of eyeliner. She didn’t put makeup on frequently, considering she had good skin and, on generally couldn’t be bothered. However, when there was an event, she loved taking every extra second to make herself look and feel gorgeous.

She’d started with enough of a base to even-out her already decent skin tone, but not enough to cover the freckles. Her eyes were accentuated in blues and silvers, and she put a deep red lipstick on her lips. She forewent loose jewelry to prevent snagging and tied her hair into a careful bun atop her head.

She donned a sky-blue bodysuit with purple trim, which would stand out against the navy color of the ribbons. Other priestesses would be wearing their ritual robes, but Rinnie risked getting dangerously tangled on the ribbons if she wore hers to a performance. She’d end up removing the bodysuit entirely sometime between her last drop and properly joining her circle.

She slid on her shoes and grabbed her cloak and clutch, not wanting to schlep her big bag to Temple. Then she turned to Taryn, who sat at Rinnie’s desk, wearing her dress uniform.

“Ready?” she asked, securing the cloak around her. There was no point parading her performance garb in front of her parents. Just because the bodysuit technically covered more than the Priestess robes, did not mean she needed to shove the evening’s antics down their throats.

“Yeah,” Taryn said, standing and smiling. “Let’s go.”

[grad701designforchangejordantane]

Group Report

Jordan Tane, Sisi Panikoula, Gloria Falaniko and Kyani Utia

 Part 1 Tasks and activities  Around 300 words.

As a group of four, we agreed, at the start of our process, that we wanted our project to be Māori and Pasifika focused. Coming from different backgrounds, we were able to each bring our own cultural advisory and knowledge to the team. This has been constant throughout our project and has remained a key motivator for our work. A key contributor to the development of our project was the regular workload reports/mini deadlines that were led by Jordan. This allowed for us to have a significant amount of work done by a certain time, whether it be big or small tasks. When it came to cultural advisory, Jordan and Kyani were in charge of emailing and getting in touch with certain people. This is included setting up meetings and following up on emails. As a team, we all contributed to giving each other feedback on our individual work and design outcomes. This meant keeping each other accountable for the amount of work each of us are putting in as well as any mistakes or when someone may be going off-track. Gloria and Sisi were key participants for note taking and writing down of our conversations and discussions. 

 When it came to design, Jordan led our photoshoot, that is essentially our key component to our project. This meant art directing our models and their positioning, the tone of the design, and look and feel. A detrimental part of this was the equipment, space (taken at Jordan’s house) and time that contributed to a successful photoshoot. We each spent majority of our time working on our project outside of class time. This meant we were all constantly ideating and developing our project.

Each of us, at different stages, were initiators for the pivoting of our project. The approach to our project was constantly changing and it called for the shifting of our thinking or even a completely new idea – where each of us had the chance of taking the lead with this. 

  Part 2 Group protocols and processes  Around 300 words.

Our main platform that we used, remotely and in-person, was Microsoft Teams. In order to ensure we each were all on track, we began with a mini deadline system, to which usually gave us two days to complete them (through the chat feature). This entailed outlining a list of tasks/homework we each had to complete by a certain day. Through Teams, we set tasks such as research that needed to be done, design exploration, definitions we had to write up, finalizing parts of our project (tone of voice, keywords, target market), and mood boarding. At times, we would also assign specific tasks to different people, and this was sometimes determined by each of our strengths. With this method, we were able bring our work together and slowly refine. Jordan and Kyani mostly assigned these tasks however, we agreed on them as a group. This was a constant structure that we continued to follow throughout our process. An advantage that we had as a group was that we already knew each other and were able to check-in very regularly if not every day. This also allowed us to give honest constructive feedback and were able to work with each other’s strengths and weaknesses. We set regular online meetings which were usually twice week (excluding class-time), however, we were always in-contact through the Teams chat messaging. 

 When it came to being able to work in-person and regularly come to campus, it was not only easier to work but even more so help each other stay motivated. Sisi and Gloria were strong motivators and challengers of our work, constantly offering encouragement and support. However, our key motivation for this project was our passion for the topic, where we were able to see ourselves in our project. In addition to this, on a cultural sphere, a significant part pf our process was receiving outside support, help and advisory. 

 Possible Photos 

·       Chat messaging (tasks set on teams)

·       Our meetings (online or offline)

         Part 3 Learning and challenges  Around 200+ words.

  Learnings

 What we learnt was how we each work together and being able to lean on each other’s expertise. We each brought something different to the table and could challenge, improve, and make suggestions on each other’s work, while gaining new skills in the process. A huge part of our project was networking and initiating conversations with the people around us. We learnt that having real conversations with friends, family and classmates was just as effective as journal article readings and educational videos. An integral part of our project was getting in touch with a range of people outside of class for cultural advisory. We reached out to a range of people from AUT such as Albert Refiti, Jenni Tupu, AUT Maori, Pacific at AUT, Natalie Robertson, and John Vea. We even had the awesome opportunity of discussing our project with Johnson McKay and Storm Smith from Ira Design at their design studio. The entirety of the process, from emailing, following up and scheduling time to meet with our advisories, was a huge learning curve. Throughout this we were able to build confidence in articulating and showcasing our project with each time becoming clearer and more concise, especially with the complexity of our topic. 

 Another significant aspect was growing in our own culture. A key takeaway from this project was learning to take pride in our culture by bringing it into a space (communications design) that has very little to no Pasifika representation. We found that the key a successful campaign was making people uncomfortable. 

  Challenges

 With a Māori and Pasifika focused project, our initial challenge was not having cultural advisory in the class. It was difficult articulating the project in a way where others were able to understand it. However, this lack of understanding was a pivotal part of the development of our project. Another key challenge was finding examples of design work that were similar to ours, as there was very little to no Pasifika graphic design work. It was challenge researching design projects and campaigns that we could follow and test its success and effectiveness.

 Although reaching out to a range of people outside of class was a huge part of our process, it was also a challenge. Not all replied to us or were available. This meant, not progressing with the project due to lack of information or advisory on our topic. Time management such as organising time that we could meet that worked for everyone was also a key challenge when it came to reaching out to people. In addition to this, the focus group questions that we had formulated were quite difficult for our subjects to answer. Some questions were too deep and complex to answer effectively. On the other hand, what came out of this was the switching to ‘portrait drawing’ activity, to which was significantly more effective. 

 Another challenge was positioning our project. With a Māori and Pasifika topic that looks at cultural identity and the seriousness that comes with it, it was difficult to get our project to say what we wanted it to say. From a language and typography driven project to an encouraging cultural journey campaign to where it is now, we were adamant on the project showcasing our true intention. A central part to this was deciding on design outcomes that incorporated all of our research and work that was effective, taking into consideration us as third design students and not educators or professionals. 

 As a group, we would not change anything about our process and obstacles. Our project would not be when it is now if it weren’t for these cultural challenges and having our ideas challenged. We have learnt to not only see importance in our issue and seriousness of our issue but also not have to defend it.