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Çocukların Akran Zorbalığına Karşı Kick Boks ile Kendilerini Savunmaları ve Özgüvenlerini Geliştirmeleri

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Çocukların Akran Zorbalığına Karşı Kick Boks ile Kendilerini Savunmaları ve Özgüvenlerini Geliştirmeleri

Çocukların Akran Zorbalığına Karşı Kick Boks ile Kendilerini Savunmaları ve Özgüvenlerini Geliştirmeleri

Akran zorbalığı, günümüz çocuklarının karşı karşıya kaldığı en büyük sorunlardan biridir. Zorbalık, fiziksel, duygusal ve sosyal olarak çocukların hayatını olumsuz etkileyebilir. Bu nedenle, çocukların kendilerini savunabilmeleri ve özgüvenlerini geliştirebilmeleri için çeşitli yöntemlere başvurulması önemlidir. Kick boks, bu yöntemler arasında dikkat çeken bir savunma sporu olarak öne çıkmaktadır. Çocuklar, kick boks sayesinde hem bedensel hem de psikolojik olarak güçlü bireyler haline gelebilirler.

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Kick Boks ile Kendini Savunma ve Akran Zorbalığına Karşı Koyma

Kick boks, çocukların fiziksel olarak güçlenmesini sağlar ve kendilerini savunmalarına olanak tanır. Bu spor dalı, zorbalığa maruz kalan çocukların hem kendilerini koruma becerilerini geliştirir hem de fiziksel saldırılara karşı daha dayanıklı olmalarını sağlar. Akran zorbalığının fiziksel boyutu düşünüldüğünde, çocukların bu tür savunma tekniklerine sahip olmaları onların zarar görmesini önleyebilir. Kick boks eğitimi alan çocuklar, bir tehdit durumunda nasıl tepki vereceklerini daha iyi bilir ve özgüvenleri sayesinde kendilerini daha güvenli hissederler.

Kick Boks ve Özgüvenin Güçlenmesi

Kick boksun yalnızca fiziksel bir aktivite olmanın ötesinde, çocukların psikolojik gelişimine de katkı sağladığı bilinmektedir. Düzenli olarak yapılan spor aktiviteleri, çocukların disiplin ve sorumluluk duygusunu geliştirir. Kick boks antrenmanları, hedef koyma, bu hedefe ulaşma ve başarılı olma süreçleriyle çocukların özgüvenini artırır. Bu süreçte elde edilen başarılar, çocukların kendilerine duydukları güveni pekiştirir ve gelecekte karşılaşacakları zor durumlarla başa çıkabilme yeteneklerini geliştirir.

Bedensel ve Psikolojik Dayanıklılık

Kick boks, çocukların sadece bedensel olarak güçlü olmalarını sağlamaz, aynı zamanda zihinsel dayanıklılıklarını da artırır. Antrenmanlar sırasında yaşanan zorluklar, çocukların stresle başa çıkma becerilerini geliştirir. Psikolojik olarak daha güçlü bireyler haline gelen çocuklar, zorbalık karşısında daha dirençli olur ve bu tür durumlarda daha soğukkanlı tepkiler verebilirler. Bu da, zorba olan çocukların karşısında daha kararlı ve sağlam durmalarını sağlar.

Kick Boks ve Toplumsal İletişim

Kick boks, çocukların sosyal becerilerini de geliştiren bir spordur. Grup antrenmanları sayesinde çocuklar, takım çalışması yapmayı, başkalarına saygı duymayı ve birlikte hareket etmeyi öğrenirler. Akranlarıyla birlikte spor yapmaları, zorbalıkla mücadele eden çocukların yalnız olmadıklarını hissetmelerine yardımcı olur. Bu sayede, sosyal çevrelerinde daha rahat iletişim kurarlar ve toplumsal ilişkilerini güçlendirirler.

Netice Olarak;

Kick boks, çocukların hem fiziksel hem de psikolojik gelişimlerine büyük katkılar sağlayan bir spordur. Akran zorbalığıyla başa çıkmada etkili bir araç olan kick boks, çocukların kendilerine olan güvenlerini artırır ve onları daha sağlam bireyler haline getirir. Kendini savunma becerilerini öğrenen ve bedensel dayanıklılığını geliştiren çocuklar, zorbalık karşısında daha dirençli olur ve özgüvenleri sayesinde gelecekte de başarılı bireyler olarak topluma katılırlar.

Kick boksun çocuklar üzerindeki pozitif etkilerini görmek ve çocuklarınızın gelişimine katkı sağlamak için spor okullarını araştırabilirsiniz. Bu sayede, onların hem fiziksel hem de psikolojik olarak güçlü bireyler olmalarına yardımcı olabilirsiniz. Yakın Savunma Akademisi bu alanda pedagojik eğitim almış uzman antrenörler eşliğinde hizmet sunmaktadır.

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Continuing on from my last post, I think Showvember would be a parody youtube show. The gist of it would be that Popcorn and the others are a friend group in college

Each episode is written by the person who got eliminated in said episode, and they got Popcorn on board mostly so she can flex her showman talents, as well as her vocal range as after they filmed the first episode she decided to do a vastly different voice each episode

Vegetable lives off-campus with their pretty big family, so they managed rope some of their cousins into helping with the show

The show kinda blew up, so Popcorn and Rotten Apple decided to do a second season with a bunch of freshmen who volunteered

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Sakarya Büyükşehirli Sporcu Sakarya’yı Bronz Madalyayla Gururlandırdı

Büyükşehir Belediyesi kick boks sporcusu Esra Yalın, Türkiye Büyükler ve Gençler Kick Boks Şampiyonası’nda üçüncü olarak bronz madalyanın sahibi oldu.  Sakarya Büyükşehir Belediyesi Spor Kulübü kick boks sporcusu Esra Yalın, Antalya’da düzenlenen Türkiye Büyükler ve Gençler Kick Boks Şampiyonası’nda ringe çıktı. Bronz madalyaya uzandı 73 ilden 4 bin 500 sporcunun katıldığı şampiyonada temsilcimiz…

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Sakarya Büyükşehirli Sporcu Sakarya’yı Bronz Madalyayla Gururlandırdı

Büyükşehir Belediyesi kick boks sporcusu Esra Yalın, Türkiye Büyükler ve Gençler Kick Boks Şampiyonası’nda üçüncü olarak bronz madalyanın sahibi oldu.  Sakarya Büyükşehir Belediyesi Spor Kulübü kick boks sporcusu Esra Yalın, Antalya’da düzenlenen Türkiye Büyükler ve Gençler Kick Boks Şampiyonası’nda ringe çıktı. Bronz madalyaya uzandı 73 ilden 4 bin 500 sporcunun katıldığı şampiyonada temsilcimiz…

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Bursa'da Muhtar ve Kick Boks Antrenörü: Metin Sezer'in Başarı Hikayesi

Bursa’da Kick Boksun ve Muhtarlığın İki Yüzü: Metin Sezer Bursa’nın Yıldırım ilçesinde, Millet Mahallesi’nde yaşayan Metin Sezer, gündüzleri muhtarlık görevini icra ederken, akşamları kendi spor kulübünde genç sporcuları eğitiyor. Ortaokul yıllarında kick boksa ilgi duymaya başlayan Sezer, 2000 yılında kendi adını taşıyan spor kulübünü kurarak, bu alandaki kariyerine adım attı. Metin Sezer (46),…

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Recipient: Female Yn

Contact(s): Chan (Berry’s Human) Felix (Yong-Bok 🩵) Hannah (Baby Hannah 💙)

Username(s): C.B (ot8isfate) Hannah (hannahbahng) 힘이센사람 [a strong person] (thebestboyever) dad cat (catdadof3) 이름 [name] (notyourgirlyn) dumpling (notyourprince) hammie quokka star (hamstarquokka) O.U.T (not.ur.maknae) mong mong (toptierhater) #1 BbokAri Defender (justice4bbokari)

a/n: insomnia and boredom makes me creative. all for kicks and giggles. apologies if i misrepresented the group and the members. all for kicks and giggles. enjoy the start of this mini series based off of chan’s message in Boyfriend SKZ: Mad and for what? no hate to anyone, names included are not meant to hurt or disrespect anyone. this is a work of fiction. all for kicks and giggles, timestamps are out of wack so don’t pay attention to them app social maker ʙɪɢ ʜᴜɢs 🫂 ʜᴏᴍɪᴇ sᴍᴏᴏᴄʜᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ💋

warning (s): sassy kings// top tier haters// profanity// pet names// friends being friends// friends being overprotective// loving bullying// mentions of cheating// I cannot stress this enough, this is all for kicks and giggles// ALL fictional

tag(s): @bisexual-rebekah @igotajuicyass @avilio-is-dead @chuuyaobsessed @shuuporanglinos @hanniemylovelyquokka @estella-novella

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TITLE: lights will guide you home

CHAPTER: 7

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates.

At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways.

You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy. He apologizes for how he treated you when you were children.

(In which you have a choice—to reject Bakugou's apology, reject him, or to let him show you the man he's become, to learn with him what it means to love and forgive.)

TAGS: soulmate au, trope inversion/subversion, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, fluff, aged up characters, pro-hero characters, eventual smut, mild bullying

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In retrospect, you’re not sure what possessed you to offer up your kittens for Ikeda’s plan. 

Actually, you do know what possessed you: the urge to resolve things as quickly as possible and your impulse to be helpful. But somehow, your brain didn’t connect the dots between offering up your kittens for a PR scheme and Bakugou’s presence in your apartment. 

You watch as Bakugou stands in the middle of your living room, looking disgruntled as Mikan tries to climb his way up his pants. You know it can’t be pleasant, those claw pinpricks up his leg. You just hope Bakugou doesn’t do something horrible like try to kick Mikan off; pro-hero or not, you’d fight him. 

“So this is the dumb one,” Bakugou says, reaching out to grab the orange kitten. 

You make a face. 

“No kitten insults allowed in my house,” you tell him. 

He rolls his eyes. After struggling a little with Mikan, those claws hooked into his pants tightly, he manages to pull the cat off of himself. He holds the kitten like he’s never held one before in his life. He probably hasn’t, is your guess. 

Mikan, of course, begins to purr. Bakugou stares down at him. 

“Thought it was just sound,” Bakugou mutters. “Didn’t know you could feel it. S’like a little motor.” 

The purring, he means, you realize. Of the friends and family you’ve had over since fostering the kittens, Mikan always gravitates towards the people who don’t really like cats. It’s mysterious and a little hilarious. 

Suppressing a smile, you say, “Some cats purr real quiet, you can only tell if you’re really close. Mikan’s a loud purrer.” 

Bakugou looks up, making eye contact with you. You’re not sure what he sees in your expression, but he looks away. 

“...Let’s get this over with,” Bakugou says, adjusting his grip on Mikan. 

“Sure,” you say. “Should we use your phone or mine?” 

“Yours. Send ‘em directly to Umeboshi.” 

You furrow your brow. Who the hell? “Umeboshi…?”

“Yeah. She came up with this idea, she’s gonna deal with all the crap details.”

A lightbulb goes off for you. “Are you talking about Ikeda?” you say incredulously. 

He gives you a look, like you’re dumb for not knowing what he’s talking about immediately. You give him a look right back. 

“You call her Umeboshi?”

“Yeah.” A smug little expression crosses his face. “She’s salty and sour.”

He’s such a menace. You suspect, if she is as salty and sour as Bakugou claims, she’s that way because she has to deal with his attitude all the time. Prickly and pushy and grumpy. 

“Right,” you say. “Do you have a preference for what you want your background to be? Like what part of my apartment do you wanna take the pictures in?”

“S’your apartment. I don’t care.”

You should’ve known better than to ask. “Okay. Let’s maybe move over to this corner, where there’s more sunlight and the background’s slightly nicer.” 

You take Mikan from Bakugou. To your chagrin, the kitten immediately goes from limp and relaxed to squirmy; you struggle to keep a hold on him as you walk over to the spot you’d suggested. 

“You’ll probably want to sit on the ground, let the kittens get to know you first,” you say, turning to him. “You know Mikan, he’s the orange purrer. Yuzu is the other orange boy. Natsu’s the tortie. After a bit, I’ll start taking some test pictures.” 

Bakugou gives you a scornful look.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says, but he sits gingerly, trying not to squish Natsu, who’d snuck up on him, or Mikan, who’d wriggled out of your hands to investigate Bakugou now that he’s closer to the ground. 

You kneel on the floor so you’re at eye-level with them, opening up your phone’s camera app.

“Act natural,” you tell Bakugou, and he scowls. You bite back a grin. 

He’s soon surrounded by all the kittens; even Yuzu’d come out to see what all the fuss is about. They sniff him, investigating. Mikan climbs into Bakugou’s lap, tries to gnaw at his fingers. Natsu makes his way up the back of his shirt like a ladder. All the while, you snap some photos, trying to get some good shots. You try to take pictures that minimize any self-identifying items you have, like photographs you’ve hung up in frames. 

As you swipe through your camera roll, reviewing the pictures you've taken, you notice that Bakugou, annoyingly, doesn’t have any bad angles. Even with the gremlin face he’s giving you—or the kittens—in half the shots. 

After a few moments, you pause and say, “Do you want to, like, pose? Smile maybe? Act like you’re voluntarily fostering these cats until they find good homes to actually sell Ikeda’s story?”

Bakugou glowers at you. “Just take the damn pictures.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you tell him. He narrows his eyes at you, dangerous. 

You give him an innocent smile and raise your phone, doing as you’re bid. You record a couple video clips too.

As you move around the room a little to get different angles, mindlessly tapping at the button on your screen, your mind strays to other thoughts. 

You thought you’d be awkward, or nervous, somehow, about Bakugou being in your apartment. In your space. It’s something that you never imagined happening, and yet—he’s here, in front of you, playing with your cats.

What’s more, the dynamic that has naturally developed between the two of you via texts infuses your interactions. 

Before Ikeda’s plan, you and Bakugou had been texting pretty often, you thought. But it’s nothing compared to what the past couple days have been like. 

At first, it was a back and forth about logistics, setting a date for the photo shoot and deciding on your apartment as the location for convenience and the kittens’ comfort. You’d given him your address, alongside several emojis to express your exaggerated displeasure:

You: 😒🤨

You: 😩😠

Bakugou: You’re so goddamn annoying. Quit it

You: ☹️

But even after the details were hammered out, you found yourself reaching for his message thread at least once a day, sending him pictures of meals you cooked—

Bakugou: Fucking keep it up so you don’t kick the bucket 

—keeping him updated on your workplace drama—

Bakugou: Your coworker sounds like a moron

—and asking about how his day went, about Kirishima, about what Bakugou likes doing when he’s not being a pro-hero. 

Bakugou: Fine

Bakugou: He’s the same, stop asking 

Bakugou: Why’re you asking, nosy

You: I’ll just ask Kirishima about your hobbies, then, next time I see him 🙄

Bakugou: Mountain climbing and shit

You: See, was that hard  

You: Mountain climbing, really?

The other day, staring at a text he’d just sent, you’d been surprised. You found yourself thinking about how much you look forward to his messages. How often you realize you’re having fun, talking to him. 

You understand now that he’s teasing, when he calls you names. His words are gruff because he doesn’t take time to mince words; he just says whatever’s on his mind. It’s something you admire, even. Not many people are as honest as he is. 

Staring at Bakugou through your phone’s camera, you’re hit with an inexplicable pang of fondness. He may be a little bit of an asshole, but he really is someone you’re growing to like as a person. 

A few more minutes pass by where you’re distracted, and the pictures you’re taking have gotten sloppy, hurried. And you can tell that he’s getting more and more impatient with the entire photoshoot. So you’re not surprised when he announces, “I’m done.”

As Bakugou stands, he sheds several kittens. They zoom around the room, infused with the random, hyper energy they sometimes get that you’ll never understand. 

You sigh, rocking back onto your heels and standing with a quiet groan. 

“Would you mind helping me catch them all so I can put them in my spare room?” you ask. “That way, they won’t try to escape when you open the door to leave.” 

“Fine,” Bakugou says, grabbing Yuzu as he passes by and juggling him awkwardly as the kitten tries to escape, meowing in protest. 

Between the two of you, you manage to catch Mikan and Yuzu and deposit them in your spare room without much fuss. You step into the room to toss a couple treats onto their cat tree so the both of them don’t try to make a run for it when you open the door. While they’re distracted, you slip back out of the room. 

You find Bakugou standing right outside the door, grimacing, Natsu on his shoulder. 

You snicker. 

“Get ‘er off me,” he grumbles. He reaches up to try to lift her off, but she’s stuck fast on his shirt. Her claw gets tangled in a thread. 

Laughing, you step forward and move his hands away. As you gently unhook the kitten’s claws from his shirt, your fingers brush against his neck. His lights have been so muted today, laying close to his skin, that it surprises you a little when they brighten for a split second. You figure you startled him and murmur an apology that he grunts at.

“C’mon sweetheart,” you say, smiling as Natsu takes a swipe at Bakugou’s hair when you pull her into your arms. “That’s no place for a kitten.” 

You quickly open the door, gently tossing her into the room, and close it. 

You turn, and find yourself somehow a little closer to Bakugou than you thought. You’re close enough that you can see details, like the cat fur stuck to his black shirt. His blond eyelashes, the swell of his biceps against his shirt’s fabric. 

He’s looking at you, unreadable. His attention makes your thoughts fizz out, and your brain struggles, reaching for words. You’re flustered, and you’re not sure why. It’s the proximity, you think. You try to inch back to give him some room, but your back’s to the door.

“Do they still work?” Bakugou asks. 

You blink, trying to get your bearings. “Do what still work?”

He jerks his head towards your living room. “The plastic shit for your couch.”

“Oh!” You brighten. “Yeah, the protectors are working beautifully! I was worried the cats would figure out a way around them after a couple days, but they’re still clueless.”

A little shy, you say, “Thanks again for them.”

Bakugou stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking smug. “S’ugly, but it’s better than the shitty setup you had before.”

You laugh. “No arguments there.”

The longer the two of you stand in your hallway, the more in your head you get. And you know you’re overthinking, but you can’t help it. If you’re not thinking of the distance between you, too close, you’re feeling bad about your hosting abilities. You’d been so caught up about him being in your apartment that you’d just let him in, didn’t even offer him water or tea or anything, and ordered him around. Made him corral your cats for you. 

Biting your bottom lip, you say, “Hey… I feel bad that you came out here just to take pictures. Do you want to stay for lunch?”

Bakugou looks at you for a moment, then shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t have any place to be.”

“Any preference for takeout? Or we can go to a restaurant in the neighborhood.”

He shakes his head, looking annoyed. “Can’t chance getting photographed together again so soon.”

“Oh. Right.” You feel a little dumb for forgetting the whole reason he’s here in your apartment. “Takeout then? I can call and then go pick it up.”

He gets that grouchy look you’re beginning to become familiar with and doesn’t answer. Instead, he brushes past you, striding over to your kitchen and pulling your fridge open. You’re bewildered, following him belatedly. 

He scans your fridge, then turns to look at you. The look on his face is so incredulous, it’s a little funny.

“Why don’t you have any shit in here?” Bakugou demands.

“I do have shit in there!” you say defensively. “I just haven’t had time to go grocery shopping, so I’m a little low on stuff.” 

“What’re you eating for meals then?”

“I grab something on the way to work for breakfast. There are protein bars and ramen in the break room at work, so sometimes I eat that. Dinner has been takeout recently, but I’m going grocery shopping this weekend!”

With every word you say, you see him get increasingly incensed. 

“Stop judging me!” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Get your life together, then,” Bakugou says, snarky. He begins to rummage through your fridge, pulling out some things and setting them onto the counter. 

You draw closer, frowning. “What’re you doing?”

“Gonna cook something.” He glares at you, as if daring you to protest. “Too much takeout’s bad for you. You’ll die prematurely at this rate.”

You blink, raising a brow. “I didn’t know you could cook.” 

He levels you with another judgmental look. “Don’t tell me you can’t cook.”

“I can! I just… don’t like to do it often. Too much work and then you have to clean up after…”

“Sounds like laziness to me,” he mutters. “Excuses.” 

“Hey!”

You watch as he pulls certain drawers and cabinets open, searching for your cutting boards, pans, spices. Part of you knows you should be stopping him. He’s a guest in your home; he shouldn’t be cooking. And it’s weird that he’s stomping around your kitchen like he pays rent here. 

But the other part of you is curious. You’d never have guessed this side of Bakugou existed. He doesn’t seem like the type to be a good cook; you half-imagined his diet consisted of protein powder and painfully under-seasoned chicken breast. You want to see what he makes out of your admittedly sad fridge ingredients. 

“What’re you looking for?” you murmur, and his gaze slides over to you. He tells you. You grab the things he hasn’t found yet and bring them to him, lingering beside him as he washes his hands and then some vegetables. 

You glance at his face. His eyes are focused, his mouth set in a neutral line. He looks more relaxed now than he has the entire time he’s been in your apartment. You watch his hands as he chops greens, precise and controlled. 

“When’d you learn how to cook?” you ask.

“As a kid. Growing up. Cooked with my dad.” 

“Oh!” You imagine a young Bakugou, cooking alongside his father. The image is strangely charming. You wonder if he takes after his dad in looks, or personality, or both. Or neither?

A few moments pass, and you lean against the counter, feeling a little self-conscious that you’re hovering. You’re not sure what to do with yourself.

“You need any help?” you ask.

He turns and squints at you. 

“Make the rice,” he tells you, “and keep your little nose out of my cooking.” 

“You’re so rude,” you say, but go do what he’s asked.  

The meal is simple, and it doesn’t take long to prep. As he works with the ingredients, you keep trying to sneak bites of things here and there. He bats you away when he catches you; you make a game of it. How many things can you snack on before he finishes cooking?

“Enough,” Bakugou snaps, finally. He sets the knife down, wipes his hands on a towel. He turns and it surprises you. He crowds you against the counter and plants his palms down on it on either side of you, caging you. 

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, surprising you. Your eyes widen. 

He leans forward, into your space, eyes glinting. This close, you can smell his body wash, or aftershave, or cologne—whatever it is, it’s nice. 

“Y’wanna eat lunch or not?” he demands, and your gaze flickers to meet his.

You nod. A moment passes, and despite the tension, you have the urge to bite back a ridiculous smile. 

You know you’re supposed to feel intimidated. Maybe it’s because you’re home, where you’re most comfortable. Maybe it’s because you just watched Bakugou handle the kittens with gentle hands, despite the accidental scratches they gave him or the grouchy things he had to say to them. But you’re not intimidated at all. You’re not sure when you stopped feeling apprehensive about him. 

And riling him up is fun. He reacts so candidly, never holding back. 

Now you’re fighting off the urge to laugh. You have some survival instinct. 

Something about your expression must give you away, that you’re not fazed at all, because Bakugou narrows his eyes and his mouth twists into a scowl.

“Stop being a brat,” he says, but there’s no heat to it, and he steps back, drops his arms, freeing you.

“Okay, okay,” you say, penitent. You turn away to hide the smile that breaks onto your lips. 

“It’s delicious,” you tell him. “I’m impressed.”

“Y’should be,” he says, “Didn’t have shit to work with.” But his lights are soft around him, and somehow, you can tell that he’s pleased.

Author's Note: Please feast your eyes on this art of Bakugou and Mikan that @bbluesagwa made ✨✨✨

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It’s in the bones. In the soft tissue. In the places they didn’t bandage, because they didn’t care to.

His ribs are packed wrong—wrapped too tight, maybe broken in three places. His knees are locked in crude external splints. The shoulder—left—burns. Swollen. Dislocated. Maybe shattered? It feels like it. His right hand won’t flex. 

The chair holds him upright, fixed in place. Mechanical restraints at ankles, wrists, chest. A gentle hum. Cold metal bolted to colder floors. Bok can’t breathe easy. He can only sit in the wreckage of himself, eyes half-lidded, mouth dry and sticky.  

He shifts. Just once.  

The pain flares, vivid and immediate.

The door opens.

He doesn’t lift his head. He can hear the steps: unhurried, expensive. A rustle of real fabric, not synthetic. Cotton. Maybe silk.

“You know,” the voice says lightly, “you’ve got a remarkable pain threshold.”

Bok does look, then. Just a little. His neck protests, loud.

The man who enters is not dressed like a soldier. Civilian clothes: deep blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar loose; dark slacks. Wavy red hair pulled back loosely, some of it still curling at the sides. A gold necklace glints at his chest. Black gloves sheath his hands, and at his hip, a sleek holstered gun rests.

Pretty. Bok hates that it’s the first thing he notices. Pretty, in that careless, born-with-it way. Sharp nose, clean lines, dry eyes.

Coffee. He’s holding coffee.

Bok stares.

The man sets it down on the table beside him and gestures with an elegant little flourish, like they’re starting a chess match.

“Broke a man’s tibia with your elbow, apparently. While your own leg was already broken. I don’t know if I’m impressed or nervous.”

Bok can’t tell if he’s being mocking or not.

The man walks closer, retrieving the neural tap cable.

“You were still kicking. Still biting. Ribs broken, hand crushed, and you still managed to stab someone. So forgive me—” he glances at the restraints, “—for being a little cautious.”  

He crouches. Close now. Bok can smell the coffee.  

“I’m Ricky,” he says, tone clipped, unbothered. “You and I are going to get very close.”  

Ricky picks up the bit next, turning it between his fingers—black polymer, soft—and holds it up like a peace offering.

“Bite down.”  

Bok doesn’t move.

Ricky rocks forward onto his toes, his face barely beneath Bok’s eye level, but Bok gazes coolly back down at him nonetheless.

“It’s not for me,” Ricky snorts. “It’s for your tongue. Once I go in, it’s going to get ugly.”

He slips it into Bok’s mouth with steady fingers. Bok bites down hard.

Ricky jerks his hand back with a hiss. “Shit,” he mutters, shaking out his hand. “Yeah. Good man.”

He finally rises, shakes out his fingers one last time, then turns and strides to the console.

The rig hums to life. The tap slides into position, and Ricky’s fingers fly over the controls, quietly humming to himself.

“Not personal,” he adds—and hits one last switch.

¶¶¶¶

Whatever it is slams into Bok’s skull like a hammer.

He jerks in the chair. Screams against the bit. His back arches. The restraints groan. Every nerve lights up like a live wire.  

On-screen, the first images begin to flash.

¶¶¶¶

Age 13. Training Facility: Unit 17

A dorm. Sterile. White. He’s naked from the waist down.  

A clipboard passes between two adults. One nods. The other gestures.  

The handler steps forward. Grabs his jaw. Lifts it. Examines him like a horse.  

“He's grown,” they note. “Ready for evaluation.”  

He tries to speak. Voice cracks. They slap him. Open hand. 

He’s twelve. Maybe thirteen.  

The handler grips his shoulder. Turns him. Presents him.  

“You’ll be perfect,” they murmur, adjusting his collar. “Lower your eyes.”  

Bok watches from the chair, shaking.  

NO. No no nonono stop—stop this—no more, not now—

But it only digs in further.  

¶¶¶¶

Age 14. Night Session: Red Room

A velvet bed. Cameras in every corner. A glass wall.  

Three men sit behind it. Watching. Grading.  

Bok is told to strip. He does.  

Hands guide him. Lotioned palms. Voice at his ear.  

“Do it sweet this time. Smile like you mean it.”  

Sharp cologne. Bok kneels.  

His eyes are dead. Inside, he’s somewhere else.  

Behind the glass, someone nods. A ‘pass’.

Bok clenches his fists in the chair. Restraints grind against metal.  

His whole body is taut. Teeth digging into the bit.  

Ricky shifts. He clears his throat. Tries to skip ahead.  

Bok slams a mental wall in place.  

The machine screeches. Screen fuzzes. Glitches.  

But it finds another path.

¶¶¶¶

Age 15. First Kill

A hotel room. Expensive. Marble tub.  

A client lies back, champagne in one hand. His pupils are slow.  

Bok is dressed in silk. Lipstick.  

He laughs. Touches the man’s shoulder. Drops something into the drink.  

“Bottoms up.”  

The man drinks.  

Thirty seconds. His lips go slack. Bok leans in. Whispers something that isn’t picked up. Then drives the needle into his neck.  

The body spasms.  

Bok pins him with a knee. Watches the light fade.  

Then calmly strips the bed. Wipes the prints. Changes clothes. Twirls the keys, pockets them, gone. 

The whole act—flawless.

On screen, it replays twice.  

Ricky exhales. 

“Why did they pivot you to assassination?” 

Bok curls his lip. “Maybe I got bored.”

¶¶¶¶

Age 16. Assault

A handler. Drunk. Furious. Slams Bok into the wall.  

“You want to make me look bad?”  

He’s been failing evaluations. Slipping.  

Too much resistance.

The man forces him down. Belt off. No camera this time.  

It’s fast. Violent. Bok doesn’t scream.  

Afterwards, he lies there. Eyes open. Something gone.  

¶¶¶¶

Bok thrashes in the chair. Screaming now. Wordless. Gut-deep.  

The restraints dig into broken skin.  

On screen, the memory degrades. Fragments. Blurs.  

Then another—

¶¶¶¶

Age 17. Redress

A locker room. Same handler.  

Bok follows, humming.  

Injector in hand. Sharp. Fast.  

Stab to the neck. Hold it. Hold it—until the body stops moving.  

The blood freckles Bok’s cheek.

He laughs—soft, breathless.

¶¶¶¶

Back in the chair, Bok shoves with every ounce of mental force left.  

The screen hisses. Static. Feedback stutters.

Bok’s pushing back against the onslaught. Slamming doors in its face.

Ricky types frantically. Tries to reroute.  

Fails.  

Tries again.  

Fails.  

Overload. 

Sync disruption. 

Neural resistance spike: critical. 

“Stop fighting,” Ricky snaps. “Stop it—”  

Bok glares at him. His lips are bleeding dark.

He spits the bit to the floor with a slick clack.

“You get off on that, Ricky?” he sneers, voice tight, eyes wet, betraying him. “You enjoy it?”  

The screen explodes into white noise. Hard cut.  

Bok crumples. Not quite unconscious. His head pounds.

Ricky stares at the console. Then at Bok.  

His voice is thin.

“You little bastard.”  

Ricky crosses the room. Pages someone on the intercom.  

“We’ve got a failure,” he says. “Tap’s down. No data retrieved. He—overloaded it. I don’t know how.”

A beat.  

“No, don’t send a tech. He fried it.”  

He turns his back, pinching the bridge of his nose. Silence.

He clicks off.  

Ricky stands by the door, one hand resting on the frame, his gaze tracing the tense lines of Bok’s body as his chest heaves with ragged breaths.

“You know,” Ricky’s voice is hollow, the words hanging in the space between them, “I was hoping you’d make this easy.”  

“Go… fuck yourself,” Bok wheezes out.

The door hisses shut behind Ricky, sharp and final.

The lights dim.

And Bok lets his head fall back, eyes shuttering.

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[happypotato48]

Random BL Superlatives: 2024 Edition

Mua5555 it's my time to shine @lurkingshan and @bengiyo has started the awards season . so i shall join in the festive with my deragend mind.

Favorite Loser Man That Should Get Kick In The Nuts By Me: Ai Phi Ter In Wandee Goodday

What can i say i'm trash and have horrible taste in men. this man is pathetic, slimey, and in general just plain gross. still 100% would let this man ruined my life then plot my revange after.

Favorite Scene That Supposed to be Dramatic But i Can't Stop Laughing While i was Watching: Peak and Thanwa back and forth in Knock Knock, Boys!

These morons are the dumbest most embressing bitches alive but i would kill for them. the peaks at the end of the scene were gold.

Favorite Man That Got Wet: Q In The Rebound

This show might be a mess but its did gave us so many Nammon shirtless moments and he got wet in two of them. Nammon means holy water and i am for one feel blessed by his wetness.

Favorite Best Worst Thai Pun BL Name: Caged Again บอกกรงๆ...ว่ารักเธอ

Thai name for this show is so dumb ya'll. it's บอกกรงๆ...ว่ารักเธอ /Bok Krong Krong... Wa Rak Thoe/ = Telling You Cagefully... That i Love You. they replaced the word for truthfully to cagefully and i'm like omg this is so cringe but also kinda cute.

Favorite Couple That Probably be Insufferable to Hangout with IRL: TanFang In We Are

I love this two so much but i could tell that if i meet these people in real life. i probably plan how to break them up just cause how annoying their relationship is. relationship goal but would stab these bitches for realsie.

Favorite Unhinged Rich Man That i Would Def Gold Diggin: Methas In This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans

He is rich, he is evil, and he is so so pathetic for love. this man is like an English Bulldog(i don't know much about dog so i just googled rich people dog breeds) in human form. Him and JJ are one of few class difference romance in Thai BL that imo holding up well all the way through the story.

Favorite I Can't Believe I Just Witnessed That: Takegawa Sunshine! Moment In Ossan’s Love Returns

(Can't find the gif for it but) SUNSHINE! LOVE! Blip "sorry i can't bear to watch it" me too maki me too.

Favorite Sex Scene That Make Me Want to Lose My Virginity: Karan and Achi In Cherry Magic Thailand

I rencetly gone back and rewatch Cherry Magic jp and although i still like it there was an undeniable feeling that something is missing. and what was missing in that version was intimacy. the thai version made these character feels complate as human and it gave me so much catharsis when i watching it.

Mua5555 Tag me you nerds if you gonna make one of this.

[tarosunshine]

Enhypen/Riize as kdrama love troupes or couples?? Like Business proposal or My demon // I hope this makes sense 😭

—⁠ ִ ۫ ⭒ in a word of boys he's a gentleman ، ، 엔하이픈

๑ genre fluff 一 warning none ! pairing kdrama boyfriend OT7 x fem reader ⋮ bookshelf .

heeseung as guwon﹙my demon﹚  ۫ ੭

at first, you thought he was the most serious man, with all the suspicious attractive aura and all. then, when he fell in love with you, it was like a different person, acting so full of energy and so so so clingy, all smiling when it comes to you. he's the most romantic man alive, and he will give you anything.

“babe, where are you goiiing?”

jay as doosik﹙hometown cha cha cha﹚  ۫ ੭

he is a gentleman. he will do anything for you, making you feel so full of love. the acts of service are his thing; making you breakfast, walking you home, tying your shoes, opening the door for you, helping you with the most little thing you want. showing you his affection by actions but also words and physical touch. he's sooo in love and he's the cutest.

“i love you.”

jake as joonhyung﹙weightlifting fairy kim bok joo﹚  ۫ ੭

a total sucker for you. he's like the happiest man alive when you smile at him, like a big puppy with full of energy when he's around you. he's just too silly. it's like having a best friend and a boyfriend at the same time, making jokes and being funny. you two are like dumb and dumber fr. maybe he likes to bother you a little.

“you're my fisrt love.”

sunghoon as minjoon﹙my love from the star﹚  ۫ ੭

he was hard to catch at the beginning, but you started to like him first, tough he didn't like you back then. and he completely falled in love after you did, and the boy fell harder. protective asf, he's just so attentive to you. he is in all the details. he will listen yo everything you have to say.

“it's okay, i'm here.”

sunoo as guwon﹙king the land﹚  ۫ ੭

communicative king. he will tell you all you need to hear. anything is bothering or upsetting you? he will clarify things right now, you don't need to worry. he fell first, but he was in denial at first of having feelings for you —although he accepted them so fast. he says he doesn't know how to flirt but girl-. if you are mad at him, he will give you your space. his love is so so so pure and cute.

“i can't help but smile when i see this person smile.”

jungwon as minhyuk﹙strong woman do bong soon﹚  ۫ ੭

dramatic king. he's your baby, you know that, but anyway, you can give him cuteness aggression. i mean, you can't blame him. he just really loves you. his cheeks definitely hurt when he is with you because he can't stop smiling! you just can ask whatever you want, and after he looks at your eyes, he will be like 'whatever you want, pretty'. falling on his knees when you first called him by a silly nickname you made just for him.

“but why you're so pretty today? oh, what should i do with you?”

ni-ki as sunjae﹙lovely runner﹚  ۫ ੭

he will act all cool and serious in front of you, like he isn't so into you. but you got him kicking his feet and giggling when you answer his messages, smiling like a fool when you aren't looking at him, rolling in his bed when he sees a photo of you, sighing every two seconds when he thinks about you. oh, but when he's with you, he will act like the cool and unbothered serious boy that he wants you to think he is.

“i wasn't smiling!”

maybe next will be riize as love tropes !

[yakinsavunma-mustafauyar]

Sporda Start Tembelliği Nasıl Aşılır? Kickboksa Başlamanın Faydaları

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Sporda Start Tembelliği Nasıl Aşılır? Kickboksa Başlamanın Faydaları

Sporda Start Tembelliği Nasıl Aşılır?

Kickboksa Başlamanın Faydaları

Bir spor programına başlamak, özellikle de kickboks gibi disiplin ve enerji gerektiren bir branş için bazen zorlayıcı olabilir. Başlangıç tembelliği, motivasyon eksikliği ve alışkanlıkların önündeki en büyük engellerden biridir. Ancak doğru bir yönlendirme ile bu tembelliği aşmak ve kickboksa başlamak, hem fiziksel hem de zihinsel olarak önemli faydalar sağlar. İşte sporda başlangıç tembelliğini nasıl aşabileceğinizi ve kickboksun faydalarını içeren bir rehber.

Yakın Savunma Akademisi

Sporda Start Tembelliği Nasıl Aşılır?

Hedef Belirleyin: Spora başlarken en önemli adım, kendinize net ve ulaşılabilir hedefler koymaktır. Örneğin, haftada kaç gün spor yapacağınızı, ne kadar süre çalışacağınızı belirleyin.

Küçük Adımlarla Başlayın: İlk günlerde büyük hedefler yerine küçük ve sürdürülebilir hedefler belirlemek motivasyonunuzu artırır. Kickboks derslerine haftada bir katılmak gibi basit bir başlangıç, ilerlemenizi sağlar.

Bir Rutine Bağlanın: Düzenli bir program oluşturmak, sporda başarı için önemlidir. Sabahları spor yapmak ya da belirli günlerde kickboks derslerine katılmak, alışkanlık haline getirildiğinde start tembelliğini kolayca yener.

Destek Alın: Motivasyon eksikliği genellikle yalnız yapılacak sporlarda ortaya çıkar. Kickboks, grup derslerinde sosyalleşme ve rekabet unsuru sunduğu için motivasyonu yükselten bir branştır.

Eğlenceli Hale Getirin: Sporun eğlenceli olduğunu hatırlamak ve keyif alarak yapmak tembelliği aşmanıza yardımcı olur. Kickboks gibi enerjik bir spor, monotonluğu kırar ve sürekli gelişim sağlar.

  Kickboksa Başlamanın Faydaları

Fiziksel Güç ve Kondisyon Artışı: Kickboks, tüm vücut kaslarını çalıştıran yüksek tempolu bir spordur. Düzenli olarak yapıldığında kaslarınız güçlenir ve genel kondisyonunuz artar.

Kilo Verme ve Yağ Yakımı: Kickboks antrenmanları, yüksek yoğunluklu interval çalışmaları içerir. Bu da metabolizmayı hızlandırarak kalori yakımını artırır ve kilo vermeyi destekler.

Öz Savunma Yeteneği: Kickboks, yalnızca bir dövüş sporu değil, aynı zamanda etkili bir öz savunma yöntemidir. Özellikle kadınlar için güvenli bir savunma mekanizması sunar.

Stres ve Anksiyete Azaltma: Kickboksun en büyük faydalarından biri, mental sağlığa olan olumlu etkileridir. Antrenman sırasında vücutta endorfin hormonu salgılanır, bu da stres ve kaygı seviyelerini düşürür.

Disiplin ve Sabır Geliştirme: Kickboks, teknik ve sabır gerektiren bir branştır. Her antrenman, kişinin disiplinini artırırken, öz kontrol ve sabrı da geliştirir.

Koordinasyon ve Dengeyi İyileştirme: Ayak ve el koordinasyonunu eşzamanlı çalıştıran kickboks, denge ve reflekslerinizi büyük ölçüde geliştirir. Bu da hem sporda hem de günlük hayatta fayda sağlar.

Özgüveni Artırır: Kickboks, kendini savunma ve fiziksel olarak güçlenme sayesinde bireylerin özgüvenini artırır. Her yeni teknik öğrenildiğinde ve ustalaşıldığında, kişi kendini daha güçlü ve yeterli hisseder.

Zihinsel Odaklanmayı Geliştirir: Antrenman sırasında doğru teknikler ve stratejiler uygulamak için zihin ve beden uyumu şarttır. Bu odaklanma becerisi, sadece sporda değil, hayatın diğer alanlarında da başarıya katkı sağlar.

Sosyalleşme ve Takım Çalışması: Kickboks dersleri, bireyleri bir araya getirir ve güçlü bir takım ruhu oluşturur. Sosyalleşme, grup desteği ve motivasyon sağlar.

Dayanıklılık Kazanımı: Hem fiziksel hem de zihinsel dayanıklılığı artıran kickboks, zorlayıcı antrenmanları sayesinde sınırları zorlamanızı sağlar ve sürekli gelişim sunar.

Sonuç

Sporda start tembelliğini aşmak, hedeflerinizi doğru belirleyip küçük adımlarla ilerlemekten geçer. Kickboksa başlamanın sağladığı sayısız fayda, sizi hem fiziksel hem de zihinsel olarak güçlü kılar. Kickboks, özgüven, savunma becerileri ve dayanıklılık kazandırarak sağlıklı bir yaşamın kapılarını açar.

Kickboksa başlamayı erteliyorsanız, şimdi tam zamanı!

[jensownzoo]

Some of the pepper seed has already germinated in their ziplock bag greenhouses. It's day 4, so I'd say this method is still working for me! Got potting soil warming up inside to transfer them to pots later today.

I used way too much seed, but since most of it was seed-saved I wasn't sure what the germ rate was going to be. Looks like my method for collecting and storing work just fine for peppers.

[darkyayincilik]

Sakarya Büyükşehirli Sporcu Sakarya’yı Bronz Madalyayla Gururlandırdı

Büyükşehir Belediyesi kick boks sporcusu Esra Yalın, Türkiye Büyükler ve Gençler Kick Boks Şampiyonası’nda üçüncü olarak bronz madalyanın sahibi oldu.  Sakarya Büyükşehir Belediyesi Spor Kulübü kick boks sporcusu Esra Yalın, Antalya’da düzenlenen Türkiye Büyükler ve Gençler Kick Boks Şampiyonası’nda ringe çıktı. Bronz madalyaya uzandı 73 ilden 4 bin 500 sporcunun katıldığı şampiyonada temsilcimiz…

[nerianasims]

I've just had bok choy for the first time in my life. Kinda weird, considering that I've been eating American Chinese food very often my whole life, but I guess it is American Chinese food. And bok choy does have a strong flavor, so maybe it was a harder sell here than water chestnuts and such.

But now that I've had it -- why did this not catch on years ago? Bok choy's got a kick that releases adrenaline. It is super healthy and has lots of peppery taste to it. So much peppery taste that I have to chop it up into itty bitty pieces and have it with forkfuls of other food to eat it, but still, it's really good! I'm thinking it would be great as a dipping vegetable. Just with ranch dressing even, speaking of American. You can also make chips out of it, and I think that would be good too.

Bok choy is so high in vitamin K that you do have to be careful with it if you're taking blood thinners. It also has salicylates, which means if you have problems with aspirin it might also cause you issues. And if you have thyroid problems, don't dive head first into a vat of uncooked bok choy.

On the other hand, if you have problems with fiber, like I do, bok choy is a good vegetable to go for. Unlike many vegetables, it's pretty low in fiber, even uncooked.

I am going to evangelize for bok choy until it's easy to find in every supermarket.

[roller6262]

Hey i could use a change,i always wanted to be a stoner or bad boy if you could do that 😀

A nerdy little guy like you wants to be a stoner or bad boy? You're going to need some experience with some bad boys then. Instead of taking your usual route, let's have you turn down that alley today. Good, there's a gang of young Croatian punks here. "Bok!" They call to you as you try to push past them, but you aren't getting away that easy. Three of the boys grab your hair to keep you still while the rest of the gang chuckle. You try to dash away, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. "Youch!" You cry, as you left two of the gang behind they accidentally ripped off the hair on both sides of your head. Though you think the lost hair was worth escaping until you discover the 3rd boy is still pulling on the back of your hair, which somehow grew longer. The other two grab onto the sleeves of your button up now, but you keep trying to run with surprising strength. With a "Rip!" your sleeves fly off and, finally free, you fall forward onto the ground.

Breaking your fall with your hands, you notice how how jacked your sleeveless arms are, and the ink that was hiding underneath. Your hair falls down and brushes against your earlobes which feels strange unless... are they bigger? "Koji kurac!" You spit at the gang in frustration. The 3 boys look stunned for a moment, then the two on the sides quickly lift you by your tattered button up, which changes fabric to a denim vest. "Oprosti" the one on the middle apologizes and passes you his blunt as a peace offering. You're bewildered by this change in attitude until you look in a broken mirror in the alley.

"of course a body like this commands respect" you think to yourself. I hope you don't mind I didn't improve your vision. The glasses add a certain cham, don't you think? I also decided not to reduce your intelligence. It makes you a natural leader for the gang after all. You'll enjoying using it to make plans for the gang far more than whatever desk job you had before. If I get bored of my current form, I might have to join you as one of your lackeys sometime 😉

If you feel like you need a change too, Roller's asks are open

[jerejerejere]

I absolutely love Lintu's analysis off kot kot!

(Thanks for giving a platform for additional thoughts ♡ i ended up typing so much that i thought i should also put this in a separate post 😅 i'm just curious what you all think!!)

Idk why it hit different when listening to the whole song but i almost ascended with the first couple of seconds it was so good. Even though i've heard it before. Maybe i was distracted then, who knows.

I'm so glad he teasered both elements of the song before the release because i would have died on impact with the kot kot part. Other than that i have nothing to add to lintu's thoughts - perfect. It's wild and chaotic but still somehow balanced and it doesn't feel like trolling but really sincere even in it's goofyness. The lovely moodyness! Totally!

The song adapts really well with every listen. You feel like you don't want to like it (as much as you do) but here you are replaying it a fifth time, a fifteenth time. Like a taste combination you're not sure you like so you have to go in a second time. And before you know it, you're hooked.

(I still don't love the kot-kot part but that's because i somehow just don't like the word, it's so dry idk.)

I love both parts - the rapping and the singing equally although i will say that i don't vibe with the autotune (it's autotune, right?) that much. (I want to hear your real voice Jere :') even if it's not 100% there yet) I love his voice so much. The high-pitched ''missä'' was a special treat 😫

I love the distorted metallic beats under the rap parts a *lot* lot.

Lintu's analysis of the lyrics is so interesting, i haven't thought of it that way - that this is not a song about the now but a projection into what the future could possibly look like.

Also interesting that the voice on the phone was both Finnish and English 👀 (a hint to friends in other countries and the distance they have?)

I really wish the song was longer. I had the same with ruoska, where it felt like the song was over as soon as you got really into it - blip! Over. (but maybe i'm just slow?) I also wish the 2 elements themselves lasted longer - there's no way you can get into them and really *enjoy* them before they end. And then i was like ... waidaminute! This is intentional! Time confetti! He doesn't get to enjoy his fame and/or private time long enough so neither do we get to live in these elements for too long. It leaves you a little rattled and disoriented. As someone else said - it's like edging 😅 it is! Without resolve. Because that would have been my other point - the song feels like working up to a really good climax but then - bok bok.. 😅😭 That sly little gremlin 😫💚

Also every time i caught myself thinking - hm, that's very commercial 😅 the song kicked the legs out from under me right away 😂 So good for him.

Which brings me to my next hard agree with Lintu - i soooo hope it's a concept album! I don't need to love every song but boy do i love when he experiments. I end up liking those later on mostly. So it's a delayed reward treat idk how to describe it better.

Lastly.

None of this, absolutely none of this, implied sexy poledancing. He just did that. 🙏🏽😫❤

So thank you Jere.