#strength training for golf

[macrogolf12]

Know The Significant Advantages Of Ergonomic Golf Swing

An ergonomic golf swing is a technique designed to optimize the efficiency and comfort of the golfer's movement while minimizing the risk of injury. It emphasizes natural body mechanics and posture, allowing golfers to achieve better performance with less strain. An ergonomic swing begins with proper posture, ensuring the golfer’s spine is aligned and their body is balanced. This helps maintain stability throughout the swing. A neutral grip that feels comfortable can reduce tension in the hands and arms, allowing for a more fluid swing. The swing should flow seamlessly from the backswing to the downswing. This reduces jerky movements that can lead to injury. Engaging the core and using the lower body to generate power helps distribute forces more evenly, reducing strain on the upper body.

By using a swing that allows for a full range of motion without forcing joints into uncomfortable positions, golfers can protect their knees, hips, and shoulders. Ergonomic swings often incorporate exercises that improve flexibility, ensuring that the golfer can achieve optimal positions without straining. Proper stance and weight distribution during the swing can enhance balance and control, leading to more consistent shots. An ergonomic golf swing emphasizes a natural shift of weight from back to front, utilizing gravity and momentum rather than sheer muscle strength.

Benefits of Ergonomic Golf Swing:

 Injury Prevention

One of the most significant benefits of an ergonomic golf swing is injury prevention. Golfers often experience common ailments such as lower back pain, tendonitis, and shoulder issues due to improper mechanics. An ergonomic swing emphasizes natural body movements, which helps to distribute stress evenly across joints and muscles. By utilizing proper posture and alignment, golfers can avoid excessive strain on their bodies during the swing. This approach not only reduces the risk of acute injuries but also helps prevent chronic conditions that can develop over time, allowing golfers to enjoy the game for years without the threat of debilitating pain.

 Enhanced Performance

An ergonomic golf swing contributes to improved performance on the course. By prioritizing proper biomechanics, golfers can achieve greater consistency in their swings, leading to more accurate shots. The fluid motion of an ergonomic swing allows for seamless transitions between the backswing and downswing, resulting in better timing and coordination. Moreover, using the body’s natural mechanics can generate more power without excessive effort. This can translate into longer drives and improved overall distance. As golfers become more comfortable with this efficient technique, they often see a marked improvement in their game, boosting confidence and enjoyment.

 Comfort During Play

Comfort is another vital benefit of an ergonomic golf swing. A swing that prioritizes natural movement reduces muscle fatigue, enabling golfers to play longer rounds without discomfort. When golfers are not battling physical strain, they can maintain focus and concentration, which are crucial for performance. This level of comfort allows players to enjoy the social and recreational aspects of the game, making it a more fulfilling experience. Golfers who adopt an ergonomic swing can also play in various conditions without feeling overexerted or vulnerable to injuries, thus enhancing their overall enjoyment of the sport.

 Increased Longevity in the Game

An ergonomic golf swing can significantly enhance a golfer's longevity in the sport. By minimizing the risk of injury and fatigue, players can engage in the game over a more extended period. This is particularly important for older golfers or those with previous injuries, as a sustainable approach to the swing can keep them active on the course. The ability to play comfortably well into later years fosters a lifelong passion for golf, allowing individuals to form lasting friendships and memories. With the right technique, golfers can enjoy the benefits of the sport without feeling hindered by their bodies, making it a sustainable part of their lifestyle.

 Personalized Technique

Another compelling aspect of an ergonomic golf swing is its adaptability to individual body types and abilities. Each golfer is unique, and a one-size-fits-all approach to swinging can lead to discomfort or ineffectiveness. An ergonomic swing encourages golfers to find a style that complements their physical characteristics, whether that involves adjusting grip, stance, or swing path. This personalization fosters a deeper understanding of one's body and its capabilities, ultimately leading to a more satisfying golfing experience. Golfers can work with instructors to identify the best ergonomic practices for their specific needs, creating a tailored approach that enhances both comfort and performance.

 Conclusion

In summary, the benefits of an ergonomic golf swing are multifaceted, impacting injury prevention, performance, comfort, longevity in the game, and personalization. By focusing on natural body mechanics, golfers can enjoy the sport more fully while minimizing the risk of injuries. This approach not only enhances performance on the course but also promotes a more enjoyable and sustainable golfing experience. For anyone looking to improve their game, understanding and incorporating ergonomic principles can lead to substantial long-term rewards, making it a worthwhile investment in both time and effort.

[fitforgolf]

Get Fit to Swing: The Golf Strength Training Program That Will Skyrocket Your Performance!

Introduction

Are you looking to level up your golf game? Want to crush those drives, improve your swing, and dominate the fairway? Look no further than the revolutionary Golf Strength Training Program! In this article, we'll explore how this program can transform your performance and help you reach new heights on the course. Get ready to unleash your full potential and become the golfer you've always aspired to be!

1. The Importance of Strength Training for Golfers

Before we dive into the golf strength training program, let's understand why strength training is crucial for golfers. Unlike common perception, golf is a physically demanding sport that requires power, stability, and flexibility. Strengthening your muscles can enhance your swing mechanics, increase clubhead speed, and prevent injuries.

2. Understanding the Golf Strength Training Program

The golf strength training program is a comprehensive regimen designed specifically for golfers. It focuses on improving overall strength, flexibility, and core stability to optimize your performance on the course. By targeting key muscle groups and addressing golf-specific movements, this program ensures that you develop the physical attributes necessary for a powerful and consistent swing.

3. Benefits of Incorporating Strength Training

Integrating strength training into your golf routine offers numerous benefits. It enhances your overall fitness level, increases endurance, and improves body control. By strengthening your muscles, you'll experience greater shot accuracy, improved distance, and enhanced consistency in your game. Additionally, strength training helps prevent injuries, allowing you to play golf pain-free for years to come.

4. Key Exercises for Golf-Specific Strength

To excel in golf, you need to focus on exercises that target the specific muscles used in your swing. Incorporate exercises such as medicine ball rotations, resistance band pulls, and core stabilization exercises into your routine. These exercises help develop core strength, rotational power, and stability, which are vital for a powerful and controlled swing.

5. Designing Your Golf Strength Training Program

Crafting a golf strength training program requires a strategic approach. Determine your fitness level, set specific goals, and tailor the program to suit your needs. Consider working with a certified strength and conditioning specialist who can customize the program based on your abilities and limitations. Remember, a well-designed program incorporates a balance of strength, flexibility, and mobility exercises.

[floressokaap]

"What Was I Made For?"

Pairing: John Dory x Reader

Content Warning: none! Enjoy! :)

A/N: Hello! The majority of my fics will be AFAB w/pronouns unless specified/requested! Thank you!<3

Photo credit: etherealfeature on Instagram!

John Dory. You really didn't know exactly how to describe him. Many people describe him as somebody with narcissistic tendencies, and absolutely selfish. And, they were right. But what a lot of trolls didn't realize was the fact that you are in love with him, and he unfortunately stays trapped inside his mind for so long that he doesn't quite realize how good he has it right now.

After saving Floyd, everyone that parted ways started their recovery process due to their own talents getting slowly sucked out from them by ex superstars Velvet and Veneer. Floyd stayed with Branch in his underground bunker, Clay went back to the mini golf course with Viva to situate her reunion with King Peppy after the last Bergen attack, and Bruce went back to Vacay Island to be with his kids and Brandy. What did that leave you to do? The only thing you ever thought to do; To take care of John Dory and help him recover in Rhonda, wherever the roads took you both.

"JD, what are you doing?" Your ears perked at the sound of blankets rustling against the couch cushions. There was silence before a response was heard.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm resting like you're wanting me to."

You put a magazine down on the table and glanced over at him. He was slowly reaching for his jacket and goggles, and seemed restless. "We need food-" "JD, we already have food here for the both of us." He clenches his jaw slightly. He knew you were going to be hard to get through. "I need to check Rhonda's oil." He quickly sat up, and threw his fur coat on, slapping his goggles into position against his forehead. "You need to rest-" "I don't need to, I can't just NOT do anything, I'm the leader, I HAVE to be productive and do my part to make sure everything's perfect."

"John Dory, we're not doing this again."

He continued standing up and walking towards the side door. He looked down at the door handle, contemplating on your concerns before brushing them off his shoulders and walked out on you. You furrowed your brows and sighed in frustration.

You couldn't count how many times John Dory would have his perfection episodes, and pushed himself over the limits. Every time you call him out on those moments and try to calm him down, he refuses, and shuts himself out. You let him have about ten minutes of alone time outside before you eventually stood up from your seat and walked out Rhonda's side door. You expected him to be near her, but he was nowhere to be found. "C'mon JD.." you shook your head to yourself as you slowly walked around the forest where you were camping at. You started to worry before you found him sitting on a fallen tree log lying against the ground. He had his head lowered, and his forearms against his legs, staring at the earth beneath him.

You smiled in relief, because he didn't go very far as you knew deep down, and you slowly made your way to the seat right next to him. His shoulders fell more when he snapped out from his train of thought, and glanced over to look at you. You could see the pain in his eyes. His eyes were dry, and the crows feet near his eyes were more prominent and defined. "JD, are you.. alright?"

"Yeah, of course I'm alright!" He put on his photogenic leader and big brother smile on his face. Why couldn't he open up to you.

"JD, I know you're not alright, something is really bothering you. Why do you feel like you need to be perfect all the time? Even when your body doesn't even have the strength to begin with?" His jaw slacked a little at your forwardness, but he then clenched his jaw and darted his eyes away from yours. "Please, don't shut me out like this. You do this every time." He squeezed his eyes shut. He hated being confronted like that. He knew you, and he knew you would keep trying for an answer. He didn't have an escape from you. He let out a very shaky and slow sigh. There was no going back for him.

"My brothers, they all said I never changed. I mean, we almost didn't even save Floyd because of it." He shook his head disappointedly to himself and balled his hands into fists. "I'm the oldest brother, the leader, it was predetermined for me to be this way! And everybody has something to say about me! Why! They can't see the work I put into everything I do to be perfect! My brothers can't see that either." He frowned a lot, and his ears drooped downwards in disappointment, vulnerability, and freight. "I have to be this way, for everybody's sake. My own sake. This is what John Dory is. This is what I was made for. I was made to carry the responsibility. What else could I have been possibly brought here for?"

You immediately reached over and put your hand on top of his before he could even mutter another word out from his lips.

"JD, you.. you are so smart, strong, talented, and it kills me that you can't see that in yourself. So what if your brothers are right? There's nothing wrong with that. It's something different when you don't feel like you deserve that kind of commitment from people, even your own brothers, because you're too good for it. They say those things, and bring up a lot of the past because they care for you, and they really do love you. You can't change the choices you made when you were a teenager, but you can decide how that will build your character in this moment." John Dory stared at your hand slowly intertwining with his, you could see the tears in his glistening eyes. You could see the vulnerable, younger, and even current John Dory in his eyes. You could feel the fear, worry, responsibilities, and faults he made; and how much it absolutely eats him up and keeps him hostage in his own mind.

"(Y/N), where is this all coming from? Why?-"

"I've always felt this way, JD. When I got to know you and your brothers while we were journeying to Mount Rageous, I realized that.. nobody really hardly ever gives you enough credit for the things you deal with alone. Your brothers' own experiences with you are valid, but, I see the work you're putting into making sure you're still needed here, as a big brother, and.. as the man I'm in love with." You feel your heart shoot itself into your throat before sinking straight down to your stomach.

John Dory's eyes immediately widened, as his shoulders and back tensed up. You could sense the change of mood in him, and there was no way he was going to run away from his problems now like this. You tightened your grip on his hand and leaned towards him, putting your lips against his tense ones. It felt like time had completely frozen, but the world was still spinning as you felt John Dory's lips move and lean into the kiss more and his calloused gloved hand cup your cheek shakily. He then pulled you as close as he humanly possibly could with his arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel the passion behind his lips, and body language, along with the tears going down his tired cheeks. He pulled away from your lips slowly, and immediately slid his goggles off his face, tossing them aside to the ground and starts pressing his forehead against yours, letting the tears fall down from his cheeks.

"(Y/N).. thank you. Thank you so much."

"You don't need to thank me for that, JD. It's true. Everything that I said was and is true. I will stand behind it every single second of every day. I promise you that." His eyes stared at you lovingly as a soft smile spread across his face showing the slight wrinkles and crows feet that peek from his eyes and mouth.

"Oh, uh, here, you must be cold." He took off his fur coat and wrapped it around your figure. "We've been out here for a while now." You nodded and proceeded to stand up from the log, holding your hand out. "Let's go warm up inside Rhonda." John Dory nodded as he took your delicate hand in his rather large and tough hand. He smiled lovingly at you as he guided you back to Rhonda, who still kept her engine on and the inside very warm for you two.

You adjusted the couch cushions and made room for you and John Dory to spoon together, him being the little spoon tonight while you wrapped your arms around his torso.

"I love you, (Y/N)" You smiled lovingly to yourself as you squeezed him softly. "I've waited a long time to hear those words from you, John Dory." "Oops, sorry." He laughed playfully and nervously as he rubbed and massaged your knuckles with his thumb.

You pressed the side of your head against John Dory's shoulders, listening to the calmness and relaxation of his body. This may have been the only time he's ever been this way, for anybody, even himself.

But who knew that with the cards he was dealt with in life would be the turnaround point of his character, and even your own freshly started relationship with him; And you would be there every step of the way. That meant through the days he is the happiest with himself for being a good leader, and through the days where he would question his entire purpose with trying to maintain the perfect harmony, the perfect family and if that was really all there was in this world.

He knows now that's not true, and he can once in his life relax and be comfortable with himself, regardless of the past life he made.

He can finally start living his new life, with you and his real, true, full family.

[themedialmercurial]

❤️‍🔥Mars and how you exercise ❤️‍🔥

Mars represents energy, passion and exercise. It can hint towards how you structure your workout regiment and what types of physical activities you may gravitate towards. 🩰🏹🧘🏽‍���️

🏅MARS IN ARIES/1H🏅

Release their aggression through their exercise and like a lot of physical stimulation

Boxing, wrestling, weight training, running, martial arts

🏅MARS IN TAURUS/2H🏅

Elegant, mindful forms of exercise. Much focus on the way in which the body moves and precision. "Grounding" activities

Dance (particularly ballet), yoga, meditation, walking in nature

🏅MARS IN GEMINI/3H🏅

Exercises requiring mental stimulation and actively engage the mind

Cardio, biking, running, tennis, fitness gaming programs, golf

🏅MARS IN CANCER/4H🏅

Activities involving water, exercise as a form of stress alleviation

Swimming, at-home workouts, dancing around their home

🏅MARS IN LEO/5H🏅

Exercises involving a mirror, physically challenging workouts, competitive in nature

Speed skating, strength-training, HIIT, marathon training, soccer

🏅MARS IN VIRGO/6H🏅

Incorporating exercise into their routine, workouts as a means of improving their physical and mental health

Pilates, gymnastics, nature walks, rock climbing

🏅MARS IN LIBRA/7H🏅

Light exercise, often lacking the motivation to formally exercise

Dance, skating, leisure walks in nature

🏅MARS IN SCORPIO/8H🏅

Exercises that accentuate the body, sweat-inducing activities, dangerous sports are favoured

Wakeboarding, pole dancing, race car driving, intense martial arts

🏅MARS IN SAGITARIUS/9H🏅

Sports which allow for new paths to be discovered

Horseback riding, cross-country running, archery, cycling

🏅MARS IN CAPRICORN/10H🏅

Creates competition within the self, structured workouts, disciplined

Track and field running, conditioning, heavy lifting

🏅MARS IN AQUARIUS/11H🏅

Combining mental and physical stimulation, tendency to want to regularly change their routine, energetic or unusual exercises

Skydiving, acrobatics, crossfit, spin classes

🏅MARS IN PISCES/12H🏅

Lower impact activities, exercises that involve natural instincts

Swimming, soccer, basketball, yoga

[alienpossession]

Body a Day 24: Sports

Human have tendency to hurt their body in order for them to grow. That's what they called as workout, training, or sometimes, sports. But there's an element that edged sports from the other two. Right now, I'm working out, I constantly put my muscle under stress in order for it to grow bigger. Well, as you can see, it's certainly growing bigger and denser, right?

But okay, about sports. So I don't find workout to be that enjoyable. I just do it because this human mind told me that it's necessary for it to keep up its appearance and health. In his spare time, he enjoyed watching sports, because sports has this competitive edge that make human excited. It rooted back to the classic idea of tribalism, where human finds camaraderie and belonging to certain tribe and view the others as competitor or merely the others. Can workout be sports? I guess. I heard about these people comparing the weight they lifted and I spotted them watching this weightlifting competition once, so I guess I need more observation on this, but I believe sports is like a gamified workout.

My favorite sports at the moment? Wrestling. Well, it's his favorite sports, but I can see the attraction. It's purely tactical and strength, no weapons or any kind of other distraction or instrument like balls, nets, hoops, etc. and with my vessels interest in men, no wonder he likes to watch and even do the sports. It's practically foreplay for him.

I personally enjoyed rugby and football because it's quite similar to the kind of game I played back in my planet. The only difference is the fact that our ball is very slimy and involved a more strategic play as the ball can change itself to become heavy like an iron or float like a balloon in between gameplay. Very tricky, I think I'll explain in other times

But other than the two, I recently get dragged to play this sports called golf. For me, it's rather boring and if it's not because I tried to suck on my vessel's boss by accompanying his son, I'll skip the opportunity to play the snoozefest

So, what else do I need to know about sports or workouts?

[dawn-moths]

"40 — Love"

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

word count: 3,700+

(After watching Nanami and Gojo’s tennis matches for so long, you decide you want to try your hand at the game. Luckily, you just so happen to have access to the perfect teacher.)

disclaimer/content warning: nothing explicit but still some suggestive content, minors please dni! set in my i’ll be your angel au (sugar daddy nanami), use of the word “daddy”, reader is called “angel, baby, sweetheart, princess”, size difference, jealous gojo satoru. 

*ao3 mirror*

♡♡♡

The early summer’s evening sun beat down against the tennis court, the first gentle shades of what would eventually morph into a blazing sunset blanketing over you from where you lounged beneath the partial shade of an umbrella, the diamonds studding your ears and wrapped around your wrist winking in the soft amber light. Every movement you made caught Nanami’s eye, little glittering flashes of the newest jewels he’d gifted you distracting him like a magpie eagerly searching for a fresh sparkling trinket.

But he kept forcing himself to avert his gaze, umber eyes hidden beneath the lenses of his sunglasses as he trained his stare on his opponent. Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, was somewhat reveling in Nanami’s distraction. Perhaps now he might actually stand a chance at scoring a point against the blonde.

Satoru figured it would be hard for him to take his own eyes off of you, if you’d been visible from his side of the court. But, as was Nanami’s preference, Gojo’s back was facing you, though that still didn’t do much to stop him from trying to show off. If anything, it only encouraged him. Just a single glimpse of you in your sporty little baby blue skirt and crop top, the clothing hugging your sunkissed curves so deliciously it nearly had Satoru salivating despite the dryness his mouth had earned from all the recent exertion, it was enough to inspire him to give it his all on the court today, that was for certain.

Not that he ever took it easy when competing against Nanami, whether you were present or not.

And while Gojo excelled at plenty of other skills, Nanami Kento was a force to be reckoned with when there was a racket in his hands.

As Nanami sent the ball zooming past Satoru once again, earning himself another point (they weren’t keeping score, Nanami had said, just practicing, letting off some steam at the end of a long and busy day, but you’d secretly been keeping track the entire time, and so far, your Daddy was undeniably undefeated) you let out a cheer.

Nanami flicked his gaze over to you and gave a confident smirk and a thumbs up. No wonder he always won. He had the best good luck charm any man could ask for. And if Gojo thought blue was his color, today, it seemed, the shade belonged to Nanami through and through. He swept his gaze along your form, tracing from the big velvet scrunchie secured around your high ponytail all the way down to your pristine white sneakers.

He knew your favorite thing about joining your Daddy on his athletic activities was, of course, the cute outfits you got to model for him. And his favorite part, other than getting the chance to admire his favorite little cheerleader in between matches, was the fact that he’d get to take each and every article of clothing off of you later that night.

In the past, you’d participated alongside Nanami in some of his favorite physical hobbies— like golf or swimming or, like today, tennis— trying so hard to keep up with his speed and his strength and his skill. And weren’t you just so precious, thinking you could even come close to matching him? Because you couldn’t compete with him even if you wanted to. No one— not even Satoru— was a match for Nanami’s powerful tennis stroke.

You’d spent several afternoons as of late serving as a spectator, watching them play while you sat under your private little veil of shade and sipped pink lemonade, idly attempting to read through a book. But the thing about Nanami and Satoru’s tennis matches was, once the grunting and the sweat and the competition really began, you couldn’t focus on anything else. Couldn’t take your eyes off them, cold drink and paperback fiction all but forgotten as you sat up in your lounge chair, practically on the edge of your seat, leaning in as you peered over the delicate frames of your heart shaped sunglasses to watch them racing across the green top.

“Nice one!” Gojo called across to his casual-partner-turned-brutal-opponent as Nanami sent the ball back over the net in a clean, controlled arc. “But don’t forget this is—” His sentence was cut off with a growl as he hit the ball back with enough force to emit an audible crack echoing across the gardens. “A competition!”

Nanami leapt to hit the ball back in time, your breath catching when you feared he might actually miss. But at the last second, almost too fast for your eyes to keep track of, his racket sent it rushing back towards the man opposite him. Gojo dove for the ball but missed it by just a hair, the little blur of lime green slamming into the chain link fence with a shuddering rattle.

“Don’t get cocky now, Satoru!” Nanami teased, finally able to take a moment to catch his breath as Gojo went to retrieve the ball, raking a hand through tousled, sweat-streaked blonde strands. His lips cracked into an arrogant smirk, clearly not intent on taking his own advice. “Besides,” he added, lowering his voice a bit as he cast a glance your way. “You really think I’ll lose while she’s watching?”

Gojo peered over his shoulder, snowy locks damp and sticking to his temples and the back of his neck, a water bottle gripped in one hand while he used his other to fan his body with his black t-shirt. He couldn’t help but grin then too. Maybe if he had a good luck charm as perfect and pretty as you, he might actually manage to beat Nanami just once.

“Y’know, we might need to make a new rule,” Gojo suggested as he turned back to face Nanami, taking a few quick gulps of the flavored electrolytes. When he was done, he let out a satisfied sigh and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, lazily gesturing his tennis racket towards Nanami, he continued, “I could consider you bringing along your little cheerleader as cheating. Let’s see how you’d do without her around, shall we?”

Nanami’s gaze darkened at the prospect of the challenge, but ultimately his smile held steady. “How could I?” he replied, gently jovial. His full attention was on you now, and you resisted the urge to get up and saunter over to him upon his beckoning stare. “Besides, I promised I’d give her a lesson or two after we were done.”

“That mean we’re calling this match?” asked Satoru with a slightly defeated scoff.

Nanami could tell how eager you were to come over, so as he said, “Yeah. Better luck next time, I guess,” he gave you a beckoning wave.

You sprung up from your seat, trotting over across the court with a beaming smile, wearing a brightness to rival the season’s sunny weather. “Is your game over, Daddy?” you asked with that adorable sweetness lacing your tone, all watermelon-sugar and honey drizzled peaches.

What Gojo wouldn’t give to have a girl like you to call his own.

The moment you were within reach, Nanami was pulling you protectively against his side, one of his strong arms cradling your shoulders as you nuzzled further into his loving touch. “I’d say it is, princess,” he cooed, melting in your presence like a popsicle left out in the sun. Then he cast a somewhat taunting glance over at Satoru and added, “I mean, unless Gojo is intent on losing again today?”

Gojo flashed a mean, sharp smile, all pearly white teeth and malice, and then coughed out a huff of a chuckle, something cold and vengeful shining in those elysian blues. “Mark my words, Kento,” he taunted, “one of these days, I’m gonna annihilate you, and when I do…” His gaze then shifted to you, scanning up and down your form, trying hard not to let it stick on the soft flesh of your exposed thighs, the dip of your waist and the little sliver of your tummy that showed in the space between your skirt’s waistband and the hem of your top, the curve of your breasts and the bit of cleavage that peeked out from the V-neck. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, pink and wanting, right before he concluded with, “Good luck charm or not, she won’t be able to save you.”

You felt a little tense then, the energy suddenly seeming to shift as Gojo wore an expression that you swore was hungry. And, god, how tempted he was to make a bet with Nanami, wager a night with you— hell, even just ten minutes— as the prize for one of their weekly matches. And Nanami, being confident in his own ability, relying a little too heavily on his unbroken winning streak, might just be in a playful or arrogant enough mood to entertain Gojo’s little whims.

“Sure,” he’d reply, sarcastic and cocky. “If you can beat me, I’ll even let you have her in my bed.”

And that…

That would be just enough of a stake to seal the deal. To cause Gojo Satoru to become even more relentless than he normally was on the court against his oldest friend.

That would be the time Gojo finally won.

And he’d relish in making Nanami eat his overconfident words just before he’d drown in the pleasure of finally being able to have a taste of you— the one thing in the world he couldn’t buy for himself no matter how many figures his bank account secured.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you for the rematch next week,” Gojo shrugged, his predatory gaze morphing back into something light and unbothered, a look belonging to the Gojo you were more used to. After gathering his things, he gave you a playful little wave goodbye and said, “Don’t go easy on him now!” Nanami offered to walk Satoru out, but Gojo waved him off, saying, “I know my way out. Now teach her well so someday I can drag Megumi or Yuji or Nobara along and we can play doubles.” With a cheeky wink and a self-assured stride, Gojo Satoru was gone, disappearing beyond the manicured lawns and hedges and heading back to where his black Rolls Royce Phantom awaited him in the long, curving driveway.

“Can’t you let him win just once, Daddy?” you asked, some sympathy for Satoru’s defeat bleeding into your whine. “I’ll still think you’re the best at tennis even if he occasionally beats you…”

Nanami hummed out a note of amusement, beginning to guide you off to the side of the court where the extra rackets and tennis balls were kept. “And if I let him win, do you really think he’d be satisfied, sweetheart?” he asked you, pure adoration peppered with condescension lilting in his low, soothing voice. “Do you really think he’d accept a victory that he didn’t earn?”

No, you thought to yourself, Satoru would never claim a victory that he hadn’t earned fair and square. Because as carefree and frivolous as the man could be, he was equally cruel and competitive. He was good enough to outmatch anyone in almost anything, tennis included, just so long as that person wasn’t Nanami Kento. And though the two men were more evenly matched in their golf and swimming skills, it was, of course, the one game that Gojo had yet to best Nanami in that he was so hung up on.

“I guess you’re right,” you agreed with a shrug. As Nanami reached over to hand you your tennis racket— the light pink one he’d had custom made for you the moment you’d shown interest in learning— you took on a slightly more nervous tone and asked, words trembling a little towards the end, “But you’ll go easy on me, right?”

There was no way you’d survive a single one of Nanami’s vicious serves unless he dialed it way back. And he knew this just as well as you did. Not to mention he’d sort of been hoping you’d take interest in one of his hobbies eventually. That way, it would give him the perfect opportunity to spend more time with you, to leave work a little early or reschedule a boring meeting because it was almost time for his precious baby’s tennis lesson, and he just couldn’t be late. It also would be the perfect opportunity to put his hands all over you as he showed you the correct way to hold a racket or take a swing, his palms planted firmly on your hips as he helped correct your form, distracting you in the process of course, though once your lesson was over and he’d praised you for a job well done, the two of you fully intended on revisiting those more intimate parts of the lesson later in the bedroom.

“Of course, angel,” Nanami chuckled, grabbing up two extra water bottles from the mini fridge. “Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine. Besides, don’t I always take good care of my favorite girl?”

Especially because he wouldn’t want you to get frustrated and decide to quit. Oh no, he couldn’t have that. And while Gojo’s comment about playing doubles was probably a pipe dream, Nanami couldn’t help but fantasize about spending cool summer evenings out on the private home court with you once you’d gotten the hang of things, just gently hitting the ball back and forth with the sound of your bright laughter echoing over the net every time you successfully returned the ball to him.

But first thing was first. He had to teach you how to serve. So with your back against his chest and his hands taking purchase over where you held the racket, gently correcting your grip position at the start, Nanami led you through the basics of the swing.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you, allowing you to try a few times on your own. He grinned, impressed. “See, you’re a natural.”

You let out a proud giggle, wondering if maybe you’d end up having a knack for this after all, unlike golf, which was very technical, and swimming, which was very exhausting. Though, you’d always been one to get a little ahead of yourself. Because the ball hadn’t even been introduced into the equation yet.

In other words, the real test had yet to begin.

With Nanami now standing at the other end of the court, one of the fuzzy green tennis balls clutched in your manicured hand, you weren’t feeling quite as confident. You’d liked it better when he was guiding you, felt more capable with his expertise close and at the ready. Now, you feared you’d just forgotten nearly everything he’d taught you, your mind racing with questions of how to hold the racket properly and where to aim and, well, honestly you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to hit the ball successfully after tossing it up into the air.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby!” Nanami called over to you, and it was then that you steeled your resolve and reminded yourself that you could do this. You wanted to make your Daddy proud, wanted to hear him praise you when you did it right. You wanted to prove what a good student you could be for your teacher.

“Ok!” you called back, preparing to toss the ball up into the air. You didn’t throw it too high, though imagined how fun it would be to one day toss it as far above your head as you could, watching it plummet back down towards you with the confidence that you’d still be able to hit it across the net.

And even though your aim was a little off-center, you were still able to swing hard enough to send the ball over to Nanami, who lightly tapped it back to you, letting it bounce on the green once before you lunged forward to hit it back. You felt the ball make contact with your racket, and next thing you knew it was soaring over the net once more.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, your look of concentration splitting into an astonished grin. “I did it! I actually did it!”

Nanami returned the ball to you in the same gentle fashion, urging you to continue with the streak you two had going now. “See!” he said. “I knew you could!

But it then seemed your newfound confidence got the better of you because, though you leapt for the ball with everything you had, that time it was just too far out of your range. It passed you on the court and rolled until it hit the chain link fence.

“Ah, man!” you said, jogging to go after it, though you sounded more amused than disappointed.

“That’s alright!” Nanami called, casually walking closer towards the net so he wouldn’t have to shout as loud. “Just bring it here and we’ll try again.”

You grabbed the ball and tossed it towards him, Nanami reaching out to catch it in one of his sure, strong hands. “Do you want to try serving again?” he asked. “Or do you want me to serve?”

You took a moment to think about it, then smiled and replied, “I want you to serve now.”

Nanami returned a soft grin. “Alright, princess,” he said, both of you beginning to make your way back to your preferred places on your respective sides of the court.

“Don’t forget to go easy!” you called over, a playful giggle trailing off the end of your reminder.

“I dunno…” Nanami teased, a hint of mischief present in his voice. “I think you might be ready for a little more of a challenge.”

But, in the end, he was still nice about it. The serve came towards you in a controlled, soft arc, though when you returned it that time it was with a little more fervor, the power behind your stroke increasing just enough to wake Nanami up from his gentle daydreams, the lull provided by the balmy, early summer evening breaking upon the next cool breeze that wafted through the gardens.

The two of you practiced hitting the ball back and forth for another hour or so until you grew tired, your perfect white sneakers beginning to scuff and drag a little across the court, your swing becoming a little sloppier as fatigue caused your concentration to slip. But you didn’t want to call it a day until you’d managed to make Nanami miss the ball just once.

Similar to Gojo, it seemed you had some unrealistic fantasies of your own.

So, after asking you a few times if you wanted to be done for the day and you saying one more round despite how exhausted you clearly were, Nanami drew this conclusion and decided that, if he was going to let anyone beat him, it was going to be you.

“Why don’t you serve this time?” he suggested, sending the ball back your way. You let it roll off to the side a bit before going to retrieve it, and then, hoping he maybe wouldn’t catch onto your plan until it was too late, you tossed the ball up into the air, careful and soft like you’d been doing thus far but, that time, when you swung, you hit it as hard as your arms could muster, letting out your first real tennis grunt from the unexpected exertion.

And while the strength behind the swing was still nothing in comparison to either Nanami or Gojo’s, it still caught Nanami by surprise, caused him to hesitate just a split second too long. He went to lunge after the ball, originally intending to miss it on purpose, but when he found himself instinctually trying to hit it back only to miss it by accident…

Gojo would never believe it.

He looked behind him as it bounced out of bounds and rolled to meet the fence, and though technically the victory wouldn’t have counted in a real match, he certainly wasn’t going to tell you that. Not with the way you were jumping with joy on the other side of the net, squealing and giggling as you came running his way as if you’d just summoned magic for the first time.

“Did you see that?!” you asked, nearly crashing into his arms as you met him on his side of the court, your pretty pink tennis racket forgotten on the side you’d scored your first point against him from, the sorbet glow of the setting sun staining everything in sight with rich golds and brilliant tangerine oranges. “I can’t believe I actually did that! Did you see? Did you see?!”

Nanami dropped his racket and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug and sweeping you off your feet a bit as he spun around with you in his arms. “I saw it, baby,” he assured you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “You were great.”

And when you looked up at him, arms still secured around his waist, wearing that look that was just dripping with pure love and devotion, eyes practically sparkling with it, Nanami had half a mind to lower you both to the court and celebrate your first successful tennis lesson a little early.

“I couldn’t have done it without such an amazing teacher,” you told him, nuzzling your cheek against his chest, both of you warm and dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. “But I had a lot of fun! Can we practice again tomorrow?”

Nanami let out a chuckle, the richness of it rumbling through his chest, velvety and sonorous. He swept you up in his arms, intending to carry you all the way back to the house, all the way up to the master bedroom. He said, “Of course, sweetheart. But first, a victory dinner is in order, don’t you think?”

You hummed out a pleasant note, that beaming smile of yours not faltering, though now something a little more devious snaked its way into your narrowing gaze. “Can the victory dinner involve going out for ice cream after?” you asked.

Nanami let out a sigh, though couldn’t wipe the grin off his face even as he shook his head a little and reluctantly replied, “Alright, I suppose you’ve earned it.”

But after that, once your sweet tooth had been satisfied and the exhaustion from the day crept back in to claim you, Nanami would be sure to collect his own prize. And once he was done with you tonight, well…

You might want to take a break from practicing tomorrow after all.

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(Hiiii everyone and thank you so much for reading! Honestly I’ve been thinking about my sd!Nanami from this au for so long now I just had to write a lil something for him and this is just what came to mind! I also can’t wait for summer, so I’m spending most days just dreaming about that lol. Anyway, I hope you’re all doing wonderful and remembering to take care of yourselves! See you next time, byyyyye~!)

[magicfootballstuff]

Hole in One (ona batlle x reader)

Summary: You and Ona go to adventure golf on your first date, but one of you ends up being much better at it than the other.

———

“Hi.”

For some reason you’re really nervous. You’ve been playing alongside Ona for over a year, her teammate and her friend, but in recent weeks you’ve been getting closer and after realising that your affection is shared, today is your first date.

“Hi to you too,” you say, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you greet Ona. 

You see her every day, you saw her only a few hours ago at training, but all it takes is a single dazzling smile to disarm you.

“You look really nice,” Ona says.

“So do you,” you tell her, as if you don’t also fancy her like crazy when she’s wearing a football kit.

“Should we…?” Ona asks, gesturing at the door.

You nod, and Ona pushes open the door to hold it open for you to enter first.

You’ve chosen an indoor adventure golf place for your date, deciding that going from teammates to flirty friends straight to a romantic dinner date might be a bit too much. But something like this, an activity where you can just have fun in each other’s company without having to worry too much about the date aspect is something you both agreed upon.

“Have you done this before?“ Ona asks, as you pay at the kiosk just inside the door and receive a pair of golf clubs and two different coloured golf balls in exchange.

“Not recently,“ you answer. “I’ve done crazy golf on family holidays before. I don’t remember being very good at it.“

“I’m terrible at golf,” Ona tells you with a grimace. “Just warning you now.”

Ona seems like the kind of person who would be annoyingly good at any sport she tried, even the ones she’s never done before.

“I bet you’re just saying that.”

“No, seriously,” she insists. She glances back at the kiosk and asks, “Do you think they rent helmets here? You might need one.”

“Stop it, you’re definitely not going to be that bad.”

———

It turns out that Ona actually is that bad at golf. On the first few holes, you think she’s putting it on, pretending to be bad to ease you into the game or to not show off how good she really is. But on the fourth hole, when she somehow manages to get airtime on a flat section, sending the ball ricocheting off an obstacle, out of the bounds of the course, and almost taking out a small child in the process, you realise that she was telling the truth.

“You’re a professional athlete,” you tease Ona, as she returns red-faced with her ball after apologising profusely to the child and its mother, ready for another turn. “Surely there must be some transferable skills between football and golf?”

“I’m good at physical sports,” Ona explains. “Not ones that need good coordination.”

Ona beats you in 1v1s in training all the time, outmatching you for both strength and speed, so it’s actually quite nice to be beating her at something for once.

Plus, it’s the perfect opportunity to get a little closer.

“Let me help you,” you say, setting aside your own golf club so that you can show her how to not be a complete disaster.

You go to stand behind Ona, the extra bit of height you have on her meaning that your bodies fit together perfectly as you wrap your arms around her from behind.

“This is nice,” Ona says, as she relaxes back into your body.

“Concentrate,” you scold her, swatting at her arm, though you have to agree it feels nice as you cover her hands on the handle of the golf club with your own. “Take your time, line it up.”

Ona shifts her position slightly in front of you and you feel every movement from the proximity of her body. She smells heavenly too, and now you’re the one finding it hard to focus.

“What next?” Ona asks.

“You want to swing it back but not too hard,” you explain. “Nice and smooth, then follow through after you hit the ball.”

You keep your hands in place, letting Ona do most of the work as she brings the golf club back, then swings it forwards, though your hands anchored in place help to give her the smooth shot that she was missing in her erratic swings before. The club connects with the ball cleanly and it rolls through the obstacle, before emerging on the other side and stopping where she has a clear line to the hole for her next shot.

“Can you help me with all the others too?” Ona asks, turning her head to shoot you a cheeky smile, clearly pleased with your joint effort.

You untangle your arms from around Ona, much to your disappointment, and retrieve your own golf club.

“Now I’m starting to think you were pretending to be bad again just to get me to help you.”

“Guilty,” Ona grins, before she prepares for her next shot. She lines herself up just as you showed her, takes her time, then slowly taps the putter against the ball.

Only for it to hit another obstacle and roll back almost to where she hit it from.

“Okay, I’ve got to admit it, golf really isn’t your sport.”

———

You complete the eighteen holes, which get harder as the game goes on, much to Ona’s dismay, though she does start to improve a little bit towards the end. You help her out on a couple of the later holes too, and you both know that it’s really just an excuse for you to stand close and hold your arms around Ona’s body.

In the end it doesn’t matter that you beat her comfortably. There’s been just enough teasing, and a little bit of physical touch, for it to be flirty, without the pressure of it feeling like a first date.

You don’t want it to end, which is why you’re eager to agree when Ona suggests you hang around to grab something to eat after you’ve returned the golf clubs. 

You sit side by side in a little booth, another excuse to be close to each other as your thighs press against each other and Ona’s hand rests on your leg, and a server brings over two cokes and a large bowl of nachos. 

“I’m really glad we did this,” you say to Ona, finally getting the chance to talk properly as you both dig into the nachos. “I’ve liked you for a while but I was worried if we went on a date it would mess up our friendship. Or worse, the team.”

“Me too,” Ona agrees. “But this has just made me realise even more that I want to be more than just your friend.”

“Are you asking me on a second date?” you tease her.

Ona turns her head to look at you, her warm brown eyes full of sincerity as she asks, “Will you go out with me again?”

You hold her gaze for a moment, then collapse in a fit of giggles. Ona withdraws her hand from your leg and you realise she’s embarrassed, which is why you’re quick to stifle your laughter as you reach for her hand and explain, “No, it’s just that it’s really hard to take you seriously when you’ve got sour cream around your mouth.”

As Ona lets you slot your fingers between hers, she uses her other hand to wipe at her mouth.

“Better?”

“Let me help,” you say, reaching out to her face and using the pad of your thumb to wipe away the smudge of sour cream at the corner of her mouth. “Better.”

You keep your thumb where it is, your gaze locked with Ona’s, and what happens next feels inevitable as you both lean in for a kiss. 

You’ve been dreaming of kissing Ona for a while - for far longer than it’s probably appropriate to be fantasising about a teammate - but nothing could have prepared you for how soft her lips are. She tastes like guacamole and sour cream and the angle is slightly awkward because of the way you’re sitting so close to each other, but the fact that it’s an imperfect kiss is what makes it perfect.

Any kiss with Ona would be perfect.

You pull back and lean your forehead against Ona’s, your eyes still closed.

“Yes, I’ll go on a second date with you,” you tell her, your voice still breathless from the kiss.

Ona pulls you back in for a second kiss, deeper than the first one. Her free hand finds your face, cupping your jaw tenderly as her lips tease yours, and you squeeze the hand holding yours beneath the table as your gasp into her mouth.

“Wow,” you say, when Ona finally pulls away from you. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are dark, but the smile on her lips must mirror your own.

“Yes, wow,” Ona agrees.

“At least you’re a better kisser than you are a golfer,” you tease her.

Ona laughs as she reaches for another nacho.

“I was so bad at golf, I don’t know if that’s actually a compliment or not.”

“Definitely a compliment,” you assure her.

“Good,” Ona smiles with relief. “How about this? Second date - no golf, but hopefully more kisses.”

You lean in for another kiss, this one a more chaste peck on the lips, and say, “Deal.”

[lolliputian]

I think you are the most qualified person to ask this question since you write the tieflings so well: what Olympic sport would the tiefs complete in?

High praise indeed, Anon! Thank you so much!

Going through the list of events, I'm going to go through the adult Tieflings we see in the Grove. I'm also sticking to the summer events.

Zevlor is, of course, Equestrian, and more specifically eventing (which, I discovered, is basically a triathlon). Tilses would also take place in Equestrian, but she'd be focused on jumping. If the Hellriders aren't taking place in the equestrian events, it's a crime. Nuff said.

Rolan would be a swimmer. I think he'd would find swimming for exercise cathartic--the water resistance, the controlled breathing, engaging all your muscle groups to move through the water.

Lia would be a rower for a similar reason, engaging all the upper body muscles. I think she would do really well with a team, as well, and find a lot of fulfillment in it. Cal, in perhaps a surprising choice, would take part in gymnastics. His high strength score lends itself to strength based events. Imagine Cal taking on the pommel horse or the rings, holy shit.

Dammon, surprising absolutely no one, would take part in the hammer throw. But, before I remembered that existed, I also figured he would do well with shot put. Short bursts of power suit him.

Along a similar vein, Alfira would really excel at rhythm gymnastics as a form of artistic expression. Lakrissa, on the other hand, is a natural for archery, and in a modern AU would absolutely be that person doing trick shots on TikTok.

In canon, we know Bex is a great runner and that she was able to outrun the cultists. Thus, I can see her taking part in the sprinting events. Danis, meanwhile, I think would get the most enjoyment out of golf out of any of the events available. Outside of competition, I think he'd like the social aspect of it.

Komira is absolutely a Taekwondo girl--she was ready to throw down with the druids and strikes me as the type who wouldn't hesitate to fight for what she believes in. Locke's temperament, in contrast, reminds me more of a distance runner. He's much calmer than his wife.

So I debated between Asharak and Guex whom I thought would be a better fit for fencing--we see Asharak training the kids in fighting, and Guex using Main Hand Attack against Makeshift Training Dummy. Ultimately, I felt Asharak's temperament was a lot better for it and, frankly, that he would do well enough to compete on an Olympic level. Guex's event? Javelin Throw. We see him use potentially any weapon you sell Dammon against the Training Dummy if you defeat the druids (off the top of my head, I can't think of anyone who uses a javelin canonically otherwise minus maybe Cal). But I also think he'd like the challenge and feeling powerful without having to get into close quarters.

If we've talked Tiefling headcanon, you'll know I carry a headcanon that Okta is/was a monk and actively adventured until her pregnancy. Thus, she's a natural fit for Judo. Ikaron, too, does a physical event that requires a lot of control and precision: Boxing. Like Rolan with swimming, I think he'd find it cathartic.

Cerys would take part in the modern pentathlon. We don't know much about her backstory from the game besides her being a scout and the third leader option if both Zevlor and Asharak are killed in Act 1. Thus, IMO, she has to be extremely impressive in her own right. The pentathlon presently includes fencing, swimming, equestrian jumping, laser pistol shooting, and distance running.

Zorru and Yul are other canonical scouts. We know Zorru was able to make it Baldur's Gate presumably by himself, which means not only is he a good runner, but he has to be skilled at dodging obstacles, too. He's a natural choice for hurdles. Yul, we don't know enough about, but for the endurance required for scouting, let's slot him into cycling.

Kaldani and Rikka get to be our beach volleyball pair! I really wanted a duo that's seen a lot together in game, and they seem to get along well. I can see them working amazingly well at a team and being unafraid to work hard to win.

Damays and Nymessa were a little hard for me--I very much wanted Nymessa to be in breakdancing just to make Damays's head explode (at least the way I characterize them). But, in the end, I thought pole vault would be a good fit for her. Damays seems a fit for discus throwing.

Kanon strikes me as someone who would be really good at diving. We know he was a tailor in Elturel, and I think he'd appreciate the precision and artistry. Arka and Memnos? They get to be our tennis duos team. I think they'd balance each other well in the sport.

Pandirna absolutely has to be in weightlifting, all things considered. Let's hope she doesn't get in trouble for doping with Ethel's potions... Toron I think would be wrestling because wrestling cattle or something. Nadira would be sport climbing, because that seems to fit in well with her sneaking around devils and the like. (I can't remember at the moment how much of that is canon and how much of it was headcanon we came up with on the camp server.)

Eramis and Elegis I slotted into long jump and high jump respectively. At the time of writing this, this is based off vibes from each of them rather than anything in game that lent itself to this. Finally, Xeph, Rechel, and Amek get to be our synchronized swimmers, because we gotta have synchronized swimmers, and also I don't know where else to put them.

Hope you enjoyed the post!

[ovaruling]

i found this very interesting, especially as a woman who has cheated death several times, came away from it disabled, and is now fiercely determined to live independently into old age, child-free (in this case, the relevance of that being the context of having no children to assist me with care or basic function as i age).

however, this is also important for all women, because being able to carry fitness (and by fitness i refer to the ability to complete everyday tasks and basic mobility without extreme difficulty or injury) into old age is a topic that affects us as a sex with some growing urgency.

statistically, we know (or should, by now) that women cannot depend on male partners/family members to care for us in times of illness or crisis, and that also goes for caring for us as we age. they leave. they shirk. they hope we’ll just die and relieve them of the burden of caring for us.

and even if male partners are not a factor, aging women ARE seen as a burden–to our families, to our friends, to our loved ones, to our doctors, to our governments, to our societies. having children or a partner or family members or friends does not necessarily guarantee that they will assist you in your old age.

so it is of utmost importance that we as women educate ourselves on how to stay as physically independent as possible as we age. here is an excerpt of the article that describes why i think this is so important:

"Think of the Centenarian Decathlon as the 10 most important physical tasks you will want to be able to do for the rest of your life. Some items on the list resemble actual athletic events, while some are closer to activities of daily living, and still others might reflect your own personal interests. I find it useful because it helps us visualize, with great precision, exactly what kind of fitness we need to build and maintain as we get older. It creates a template for our training.

I start by presenting my patients with a long list of physical tasks that might include some of the following:

1. Hike 1.5 miles on a hilly trail. 2. Get up off the floor under your own power, using a maximum of one arm for support. 3. Pick up a young child from the floor. 4. Carry two 5-pound bags of groceries for five blocks. 5. Lift a 20-pound suitcase into the overhead compartment of a plane. 6. Balance on one leg for 30 seconds, eyes open. (Bonus points: eyes closed, 15 seconds.) 7. Have sex. 8. Climb four flights of stairs in three minutes. 9. Open a jar. 10. Do 30 consecutive jump-rope skips.

The full list is much longer, with more than 50 different items, but you get the idea. Once they’ve read it, I ask them to please select which of these tasks they want to be able to perform in their ninth, or better yet 10th, decade. Which ones do they choose?

All of them, typically. They want to be able to hike a mile and a half, or carry their own groceries, or pick up a great-grandchild, or get up if they fall down. Or play 18 holes of golf, or open a jar, or fly somewhere on a plane. Of course they do.

That’s great, I say. You’ll make that kid’s day when you pick her up like that. But now let’s do a little math. Let’s say the kid weighs 25 or 30 pounds. That’s basically the same as doing a squat while holding a 30-pound dumbbell in front of you (i.e., a goblet squat). Can you do that now, at age 40? Most likely. But now let’s look into the future. Over the next 30 or 40 years, your muscle strength will decline by about 8 to 17 percent per decade—accelerating as time goes on. So if you want to pick up that 30-pound grandkid or great-grandkid when you’re 80, you’re going to have to be able to lift 50 to 55 pounds now. Without hurting yourself. Can you do that?

I press the issue. You also want to be able to hike on a hilly trail? To do that comfortably requires a VO2 max of roughly 30 ml/kg/min. Let’s take a look at the results of your latest VO2 max test—and guess what, you only scored a 30. You’re average for your age, but I’m afraid that’s not good enough, because your VO2 max is also going to decline. So you can pull it off now, but you likely won’t be able to do it when you’re older.

On it goes. To lift a 20-pound suitcase overhead when you are older means lifting 40 or 50 pounds now. To be able to climb four flights of stairs in your 80s means you should be able to pretty much sprint up those same stairs today. In every case, you need to be doing much more now, to armor yourself against the natural and precipitous decline in strength and aerobic capacity that you will undergo as you age.

Eventually, my patients get it. Together, we come up with a list of 10 or 15 events in their personal Centenarian Decathlon, representing their goals for their later decades. This then determines how they should be training. In the end, most people’s Centenarian Decathlons will probably overlap to a degree. Someone who enjoys stand-up paddleboarding, for example, would perhaps choose “events” focused around building core and cross-body strength. But she will likely be training the same muscle groups as I am doing for archery, and maintaining a similar degree of stamina and balance.

The Centenarian Decathlon is ambitious, no question. A 90-year-old who is even able to board a plane under her own power, let alone hoist a carry-on bag, is doing extremely well. But there is a method to the madness. These individual tasks are not out of reach. There are octogenarians, nonagenarians, and even centenarians right now who are running marathons, racing bicycles, lifting weights, flying airplanes, jumping out of airplanes, skiing the Rocky Mountains, competing in actual decathlons, and doing all sorts of other amazing things. So all these events are within the realm of possibility."

[scotianostra]

John Rattray, the Scottish Jacobite Surgeon and golfer was born on September 22nd 1707, at Craighall Castle, Rattray, Perthshire.Another extraordinary man from our history, it has become a 20th century cliché that the best business contacts and opportunities for professional promotions may be made on the golf course. For one 18th century Edinburgh surgeon, however, it was his golfing connections which literally saved his life.In 1731 he joined the Royal Company of Archers, the Sovereign’s bodyguard in Scotland to this day. He was a proficient archer winning the Archer’s Silver Bowl on four occasions. On two further occasions in 1735 and 1744 he won the Silver Arrow, presented each year to the champion archer.John Rattray also proved to be a proficient golfer, and was the winner of the first recorded open golf championship in April 1744, the month before he and several others formed The Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers, who put down on paper the first 13 rules of golf, which are more or less still adhered to, to this day. A contemporary poem ‘The Goff’ by Rev. Thomas Mathison published in 1743, the first poem devoted to the sport of golf, it mentions both Rattray, and the man who would later save him from being executed, Duncan Forbes of CullodenNorth from Edina eight furlongs and more,Lies that fam’d field, on Fortha’s sounding shore.Here Caledonian Chiefs for health resort,Confirm their sinews by the manly sport.Macdonald and unmatch’d Dalrymple plyTheir pond'rous weapons, and the green defy;Rattray for skill, and Corse for strength renown’d,Stewart and Lesly beat the sandy ground,And Brown and Alston, Chiefs well known to fame,And numbers more the Muse forbears to name.Gigantic Biggar here full oft is seen,Like huge behemoth on an Indian green;His bulk enormous scarce can 'scape the eyes,Amaz’d spectators wonder how he plies.Yea, here great Forbes, patron of the just,The dread of villains and the good man’s trust,When spent with toils in serving human kind,His body recreates, and unbends his mind.John’s father was an Episcopalian priest who became the Bishop of Dunkeld, then of Brechin and was elected Primus of the Scottish Episcopal Church. On his death in 1743 his elder son James became clan chief and inherited the estate. As the second son John had no such inheritance and he trained as a surgeon in Edinburgh by apprenticeship to the surgeon John Semple between 1728 and 1735, when he began surgical practice in Edinburgh.Following the Battle of Prestonpans, Rattray treated the wounded on the battlefield and joined the Jacobite army travelling with them throughout the campaign.By the time of the Battle of Culloden in April 1746 he had become the personal physician to Bonnie Prince Charlie. Rattray was captured after the battle but was freed after a personal plea to the Duke of Cumberland from Rattray’s old golf playing partner, Duncan Forbes of Culloden, who was Scotland’s most senior judge and a supporter of the government.His intercession on Rattray’s behalf secured his release from prison and saved him from certain hanging, the fate of most Jacobite officers. He was re-arrested by the Hanoverians in Edinburgh and held under house arrest until the spring of 1747. Thereafter he returned to life in Edinburgh practicing as a surgeon and winning the Silver Club of the honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers in 1751. He continued to practice as a surgeon and died at his home in Leith Walk, Edinburgh, in July 1771.A relatively new statue and series of plaques honouring Rattray and the golfers now takes pride of place on Leith Links where the first golf tournament and meeting took place.

[ronsenthal]

Part five and final of Jess Reads Fierce Valor as we reached his post WWII military career, his retirement and last years of his life

Notes: Please read the book and take your own conclusions if you can, this is my view and my own clonclusion from my experience reading it

okay now really not much happens, he got married for a second time, stayed in the army, got divorced again

he came to the veterans reunion in 1947 and then never showed up again until some 50 years later

he made his final combat jumps in Korea, he had like 4 which was like a LOT

btw do you guys remember Albert Blithe from the series right? Right! the guy lived after recovering from his wounds and actually served in the 187th Infantry Regiment, guess who was the company commander? thats right! our very own bald man

ok so he worked and had time studied Russian and became the governor os Spandau, at this time there was already some cold war shit going on

speaking of shit, his german was shitty (so is mine!!!) so he couldn't quite undestand the prisioners but played chess with one of them??

Ah yes got married and divorced again

trained and organized some stuff for the the Royal Lao Army and some more army duty??? but nothing interesting is said really

he was then Lieutenant Colonel and worked with the Pentagon, it says that his army duty came to an end in 1964 but his name came up in army records in 1965 at a special division, so he had some function? was he a spy? we will never know for sure

okay now he is retired, married again (the man was a machine), had some health related problems and had to do some heart surgeries, like 5 of them or even more

at this point he was really introspective over his life, then the Ambrose book came and old man was PISSED because guess what??? Ambrose didn't even bothered to actual fact check his book and Speirs felt that he did dirty to his first ex-wife and even to himself

Dick became his biggest advocate and tried so many times to reunited him to the last members of Easy but he couldn't, he even begged Speirs but remember he is a Taurus so he said no again and again

toward his late years and after the release of the book he was afraid some n30-naz1s would come after him for some kind of vengeance so he asked for his name adress and personal info to be removed so Dick was the only one who knew hot to contact him

then there was the reunion for the screening of Band of Brothers and he finally showed up after his last wife made him show up and it was really emotional, Matthew Settle just watched the real Speirs and Dick watching the first ep and then Matthew showed up on his door and asked him to sing his cast, cause he got hurt his feet somehow

oh right forgot to mention that he loved his poodles, he was really into square dance (I don't know what the hell this is don't ask me), had some weird hobbies like pan for gold on rivers??? also normal ones like playing golf and he was also a nice elderly to his grand-sons and great-grand-sons, nephews, nieces and stuff

he had really bad PTSD specially while sleeping ans even after being retired he couldn't relax while sleeping and always eat his food fast.

he wouldn't let people kill spiders, like black widow spiders because of the William Wallace story and because he served in a company that the symbol and nickname was one

also he didn't talked about his army life like AT ALL, he said it was harder for him to remember things since he spent great part of his life om the army while the other guys served like with one company and that was it, for me it's clear it was bullshit he was so hard on himself and self critical on the basic stuff he didn't so one can only imagine how he dealt with the heavy stuff

his final years he was losing his strength, already loss great part of his hearing and was so ashamed of it and was really frustrated and miserable

after his death this one person of his family took his ashes and spread somewhere in a beautiful lake near the Canadian border where he rests today, quite emotional really

Okay so overall this was such a great reading, it's really a testament to how complex, mysterious and sometimes twisted his character really was.

I loved how the authors didn't pushed any agenda or narratives, I feel like they did a good job because they didn't tried to justify any of his actions, they just wanted to bring as many facts to the table as they could so we, as readers, could come up with our own conclusions

Mine is: He was crazy indeed, he did some questionable stuff and it took it's toll on him during and after the war, but also really cared for the man on his side, he sure could be cruel, flawed, cold blooded, impetuous and a true killer, but at the same time protective, respectful, really smart and incredible skilled as a leader, so much that everyone respected him for it, some loved the man dearly, some despised and that it was what truly amazed me by

A big thank you to everyone who followed my dumb takes during this reading, it was really fun to do!!!

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[anonymous-kotlc-thoughts]

Kotlc enjoyers. Let’s be real— physique is ever changing and you can think whatever you want about it forever (but it’s also important to reflect on gendered beauty standards effect on our perception of faves).

Anyways ahem. In my personal opinion

Fitz and Biana —

Especially after all the battles they’ve been and injuries I believe they’ve both taken up self defence training and probably something like boxing as well ? Considering they’re rich and also one of the first activities we see them doing with Sophie is like a game of 44 home run I’d say they’ve probably been quite active they’re whole lives and probably have played the elvish equivalent of golf or tennis as well. Probably abs ?

Sophie and Dex —

At the start of the series I think it’s fair to say that they probably were both quite scrawny, after being kidnapped they’ve been trained. I think Sophie would be relatively toned and an all rounder when it comes to speed agility and strength. Dex I think would definitely be focused a bit more on strength. I think he’d been alarmingly strong (though he doesn’t look like it). Maybe abs (but more toned)

Marella, Stina and Maruca—

I think Marcella and Maruca purely based on ability are very active and probably have abs. Stina I don’t think would care for it but I’d say she’s a cross country runner stamina wise. Abs?! Perhaps?!?

Linh and Tam —

Suffice to say they entered the series malnourished but fairly fit from exilium training. I’d say especially when they first moved in with tiergan the main focus would be getting healthy again. I think because both of their abilities are very physically demanding they’d be fairly fit. Maybe abs ?

Keefe—

Wasn’t that guy sitting and drawing while the others were doing combat training or was that a fever dream ?!? Anyways this guy can sprint I think. He’s good at a quick get a way (he did play with Fitz and Bianna after all). I also think he got Kessler to make him and dex an abs potion once and that was when Sophie decided to notice that. No abs 🗣️🗣️

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[sodaabaa]

silver eyes, part one

grayson hawthorne x OC

when tobias hawthorne is declared dead, one of his last wishes is for clare jones return to texas for the reading of his will. but when clare arrives, she does everything in her power to avoid grayson hawthorne, the hate of her life (hey, if the love of your life can be a thing, so can the hate of your life). 

tw: spoilers for anyone who hasn't read the inheritance games, mentions of death.

a/n: i aged the characters up just a teensy bit – so at the start of the events of book 1 grayson is 19 here, OC is 18, jameson and avery are 18, etc… but the events of the past take place when grayson was 17/jameson 16 just to allow more time in between the past and the present. hope you all enjoy!

masterlist playlist

prologue

Tobias Hawthorne is dead. Clare read the letter again – it would be her sixth time reading the same four words over again, trying to put some kind of meaning to them. 

Tobias Hawthorne is dead and he wants Clare to attend the reading of his will at the Hawthorne Estate? The old man had been a grandfather figure for her, her parents were both partners at McNamara, Ortega, and Jones (well one of them was the Jones in McNamara, Ortega and Jones) so Tobias Hawthorne had taken Clare under his wing along with his four grandsons. He had been good to her. He pushed her to be the best she could be -- always urging her to think faster, smarter, hone her skills. Without Tobias Hawthorne, she wouldn't be where she was today. So if Mr. Hawthorne wanted her to be there, then hell, she’d be there – even if it meant seeing him.

⚜ ⚜ ⚜ 

Clare’s chest rose as she breathed in deep, her eyes trained on the daunting golden gates staring back at her. They looked exactly as they had nearly four years ago now. She stepped forward, mustering up all the strength she had as she pushed the buzzer.

“Hawthorne Residence, how may I help you?” A voice chimed from the speaker besides the buzzer. 

She cleared her throat, “I’m here for the reading of the will,” She held the envelope to the camera, “Clare Jones.” 

“Oh! Yes, come in, come in,” the attendant exclaimed.

The gates unlocked with a loud click as they pushed forward, allowing Clare to get a full view of the estate. From the gates, it looked massive – like something you’d see only in a fairytale. Before she could stand there and gawk for too long, a security guard in a golf cart pulled up to escort her to the main building. As they approached, Clare felt her heartbeat quicken, her hands became clammy, her cheeks began to flush. She couldn’t fight the childhood memories from flooding in – four boys and a girl, laughing, running, puzzles, games, the treehouse, silver eyes. She pinched the side of her leg in an attempt to ground herself. 

The golf cart came to a halt and she thanked the driver before reluctantly stepping out to stand before the doors to the foyer, unable to will herself to go inside. 

This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here, doubt started creeping into her mind. Her hands prickled with anxiety. I can’t do this. I can’t see him.

“Clarissa Jones, is that you?” That familiar southern drawl brought her back to reality and she whipped around, hard enough that she stumbled. 

“Woah there –” 

“Nash!” She ran right into his arms, he wrapped his arms around her in return as he stumbled back from the impact.

“Well hello there stranger,” He chuckled. Nash didn’t pull away until Clare did, and when she did, she was met with a warm smile and fond look in his eyes. Nash was the best not-actually-your-big-brother a girl could have ever asked for. He bandaged countless scrapes, mended several broken hearts, and was always there when she needed a shoulder to cry on. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” She said, teary-eyed – when had she gotten teary-eyed?

“And here I thought you forgot all about lil ol’ me while you were at Yale with all those fancy-pants snobs,” He teased.

“How could I ever forget my favorite not-actually-big-brother?’ 

Before should could say anything else, another familiar voice shouted out to them from behind.

“Hey! I thought I was your favorite not-actually-brother – glad to see Yale has changed you, traitor!” She turned back around only to be met with a flash of curly black hair and then BAM – Clare nearly fell back from the impact of Xander’s tackle-hug.

I guess I should have seen that one coming.

She laughed, all prior anxiety had since dissipated.

“You can be my favorite not-actually-little-brother,” She replied in between a fit of laughter.

Xander pulled away abruptly, “Good enough, truce?” He held his hand out and she took it with an overly exaggerated furrowed brow and firm shake of the hand.

“If you all are finished with your reunion, can we go inside?” Alisa. Always ready to get down to business. Clare scoffed, it was good to know some things never change. After a brief, business-like greeting with Alisa, the four of them made their way inside and ran into a few more Hawthornes in the foyer. There stood Zara, Skye, Jameson and –,

“Who’s she,” She whispered to Xander.

“Oh, Mystery Girl. Her name’s Avery. The old man wanted her here – why? We don’t know yet.”

Weird, Clare thought to herself. Then again, Tobias Hawthorne worked in mysterious ways and she had learned over time to let things play out in order to understand what he had been thinking. Clare’s eyes anxiously scanned over the rest of the room. 

“Grayson’s not here yet,” Xander leaned in to whisper to her, sympathy shining in his eyes. At the sound of his name, Clare’s stomach did a flip. 

As if on cue, steady, commanding footsteps echoed through the foyer. If her stomach was flipping before – it was now doing olympic-medal-worthy-somersaults. She breathed in, willing her anxiety away to no avail. She pressed her clammy hands against the sides of her thighs as Grayson walked by. If he’d noticed she was here, he didn’t show it.

By the time Grayson had made it to the middle of the foyer, drawing everyone’s attention to himself – Clare had managed to unconsciously hide herself behind Xander and Nash, blocked slightly by their towering frames and broad shoulders. Maybe if Grayson truly hadn’t seen her, she could slip away unnoticed by the end of this whole thing and return to her normal life, far, far away. Though Clare should’ve known better; nothing ever managed to slip from Grayson’s attention. His eyes caught hers immediately. She looked away, at Alisa, trying to focus her attention on anything but Grayson’s silver eyes burning through her but she couldn’t control her eyes from flitting back to Grayson – only to see that he was still staring at her. 

Alisa clapped her hands to signal the start of what they had all come for, thankfully drawing Grayson’s attention away from her -- for now.

“Thank you all for coming, I know it’s been a grueling journey for some of you so let’s get started.”

⚜ ⚜ ⚜

"Clarissa Jones, Mr. Hawthorne has left behind $400,000 US Dollars to be deposited into your bank account with the sole condition that you remain a resident of the Hawthorne Estate for one year, effective immediately."

Clare replayed the words in her head. There had to be some kind of mistake. Not only was Tobias Hawthorne giving her more money than his grandsons and daughters – but he was forcing her to live with them for a whole year. Part of her asked if it would be worth it, to live with Grayson Hawthorne, the man she swore she’d never see again, for $400K. It was just enough to pay for her tuition with some change leftover to do with as she pleased. Clare had to admit it was a tempting offer as she paced back and forth in the garden, running over the situation in her mind again.

“Uh-oh, Clare’s got that look on her face,” Jameson’s familiar voice startled her out of her thoughts. She turned to face her “twin” Hawthorne.

Jamie and Clare were mere weeks apart in age, thus, “twins.” The pair were inseparable as children, constantly getting into trouble and then scolded by Grayson, who always acted older than he was to their great annoyance.

She found him leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, sporting a leather jacket, dark jeans, and that damned charming smile. 

“Yeah? And what look would that be?” She replied.

“The one that says you’re planning an escape,” He replied.

She rolled her eyes, “I’m not planning my escape – yet.” 

He laughed, the type of laugh that came right from the heart.

“C’mere Jones,” He walked over with arms wide open. Clare scoffed but his presence always proved to lift her spirits. She welcomed his embrace, burying her face into the familiarly scented leather jacket. 

“It might be fun y’know,” Jamie said as he pulled away.

“Living with the four of you and some random girl I just met today? Yeah, I think it’ll be a blast,” sarcasm dripped off her words.

Maybe it could have been fun had she and Grayson been on speaking terms but alas, that was not the case.

“We can make sure there’s plenty of space between your room and you-know-whose room,” Jamie wiggled his eyebrows at her, trying to convince her to stay.

She shoved him in the shoulder, both amused and annoyed at his offer. He did have a point, she had to admit. The Hawthorne Estate had multiple wings, each spanning thousands of square feet with a plethora of bedrooms, hidden passages, libraries, and recreational rooms galore. It wouldn’t be a difficult task to avoid Grayson.

“I have school – I can’t just put Yale on pause for a year.” 

Jamie shrugged, “I’m sure they can be convinced to let you do remote work for a year. Has anyone ever refused an offer from a Hawthorne?”

[tewwor]

NEW VERSE — JIE & CORPORATE BUSINESS ( UNDERCOVER OPTIONAL )

** is this a legit verse? yes, and it’s available for anyone to interact with. started out as an undercover bit, but now… idk i think frank is just an entire persona and au. so undercover is optional! please only like if you want a small starter from this ridiculous verse ❣️

Name: Frank Chen

Position: Senior Accountant, not client facing

Hobbies: Gym, golf, foodie, collecting stress balls, breaking every single piece of technology in his office, ping pong tournaments

Attire: Business casual — blue tinted transitional glasses****, work polos, button ups, slacks, brown or black belt, at least 1-2 pens in his shirt pocket, no fun socks, sometimes wears a tie

Strengths: Excel whiz, punctual, always meets deadlines, detail orientated, works overtime, knows everyone ( not by choice ), turns soooo hot when he takes his glasses off, surprisingly reliable and a good mentor with technical skills

Weaknesses: Extremely short temper, too blunt, the source of strong smelling food in the break room, would eat someone else’s lunch from the fridge out of spite, has to be forced to take PTO, very clear anger management issues, was literally put into an office as timeout, bad at simple maths

Likes: Spicy food, exercising, hot tea, silence, morning meditation, making invoice templates, training, napping in his car

Dislikes: Most technology, people taking his glasses, procrastination, inbox with over 10 unread emails, work gossip, big lunch get togethers with the accounting group

Misc.: Webcam is never angled right during meetings, he doesn’t get why a lot of people want to talk to him ( he’s hot, some people are into… The glasses.. ), paces when in meetings, doesn’t listen to anything when working and wishes everything was 100% quiet

[akajustmerry]

Favorite peeniss moments? c:

my hand was HOVERING on that block button oh my GOD it's been an age since since I heard their ship name used 😂

anyways, katniss and peeta book supremacy. I love Josh hutcherson so much but he and Jennifer had NO chemistry and that kinda worked in their favour for the first film but does them no favours after because the whole concept of them is that they're a convincing couple.

I loveeeee the little moments when they're in training and learn to appreciate each others strengths and skills. I especially love how in catching fire, when they're training before the reaping knowing they're both going back into the arena, they're essentially training FOR each other. rmr how katniss watches peeta training despite his bad leg from the last games and she knows he's doing it for her??? ahhhh I love how simultaneously angry and gentle they are with eachother in that training period because they can see how much they're both still damaged from their games and they're so angry they have to go back but trying so hard not to take it out on eachother. they watch the past victor's games and see that same trauma in them as in themselves. they don't even have to really say anything to one another because they're on the same wavelength.

but the big leagues??? the moment in mockingjay when peeta hears katniss on the broadcast and snaps out of the Capitols torture hypnosis TO WARN HER because his instinct isn't even to save himself as he's enduring psychological and physical abuse of the highest order!!! his instinct in the smallest moment of reprieve is to save and help HER! I was 17 in the back of my nan's house sat on the floor in front of a stand fan in the middle of summer and I say this so you understand will NEVER forget where I was reading that moment and how it felt like a golf ball stuck in my heart.

sorry to the edgy/incorrect ppl who didn't agree with katniss ending up healing her life with the one person who shared her pain but had the compassion and belief they were more than that pain - but it could not be me ❤️

[desultory-novice]

Multi-colored Kirby asks!

Do you have any head canons for the different color Kirbys?

Do you think the four Kirbys from the Amazing Mirror ever refused together? They were never shown too

Do you think Yellow Kirby and Keeby are the same person?

Do you think the Kirbys from Kirby Fighters, Dream Buffet, etc. are all Kirby(s) or do you think they are just the same species of Kirby?

Fun Fact: Green Kirby from Super Smash Bros. is canonically names Kusamochi!

Time to recover some of those really old, really good asks that I let slip under the radar for wayyy too long...!

Multi-colored Kirbys! Hooray!

I do enjoy the different shades of Kirby! Anecdote but when I got big into fabric arts, I bought a shoe-rack thingy you could stick on a door to organize my steadily growing collection of yarns by color! I loved it so much I... eventually let the yarn go unused because I was so happy with my pretty room decoration I wanted to look at it, not use it. (Poor Dess's many neglected hobbies...)

AHEM! What this mostly makes me think back to is, oh, I wonder if I can find it... It was a quote by Sakurai (?) answering "Why does Kirby split into 3 in Kirby's Dream Land to dance?" And Sakurai's answer, to everyone's amazement, was not something that explained Kirby's powers or Kirby as a species. He said it was "...because it's fun."

Kirby seems to be able to split themselves because "it's more fun that way!" Amazing! And this got me thinking... the DL1 Kirbys were in black-and-white but...would they still be that way now? Maybe THAT was the true origin/original appearance of the multi-colored Kirbys - we just couldn't see it at the time!

I've always held that Keeby was another Kirby that Kirby made/summoned up (like the dancing Kirbys) because golf (...or Kirby's version of golf - ...because Dream Course is we~ird) would be more fun with two players! So bam! Instant friend Keeby!

As for Amazing Mirror... I have a certain very serious headcanons about Dark Meta Knight making four Kirbys of equal strength because...DMK was NOT a loyal agent of Dark Mind! (Gasp!) He was a mole trying to sabotage his "master" by luring Kirby in there and quadrupling his strength, all under the guise of fulfilling Mind's goals.

(Then he got kinda into it because, well, he's a blood knight. But it makes his shattering all the more tragic if he did it knowing that he had "trained" these four Kirbys enough to stand a chance against Dark Mind... COUGH I have lots of Dark Meta Knight feels okay?!? Such a slept on character! Look at this good "bad orb!")

AHEM! (Pt2...)

As to what happens to the Kirbys, they could have quietly fused back together off-screen? (Or maybe Meta Knight used some ability of HIS to reunite them? Light splits, Darkness reunites??) or maybe before reaching home, they took off on their individual warp stars and each headed off to different planets/dimenions?

Maybe they're still around in Dream Land though?! Because you can play as "them"(ish) in Return to Dream Land! Or maybe those Kirbys are simply Kirby remembering his experiences with Dark Meta Knight and realizing, "Why split myself into 3 for a dance or 2 for golf when I can split myself into 4 again and go on another adventure!"

But your question about the spinoff Kirbys has me wondering, less about Fighters or Dream Buffet, but about Clash - now that Kirby Clash is canon!! (Or at least "canon-in-law" thanks to the existence of Magolor's Epilogue. Good news for Galacta Knight...!)

Because Team Kirby, right? You only ever control the main, pink Kirby in town, buying supplies, weapons, armor and also paying the DLC gods tribute to keep the Master Tree Crown from eating Magolor's Soul again and allowing him go home someday...

Is "Team Kirby" just one Kirby that, upon finding a baddie they want to beat, splits into four and goes for it, then comes back home because feeding four hungry Kirbys would put Kirby next on the wanted board?! Or are the four actually a real adventuring party?!

I mean, gosh, if you want to go really out there, maybe the Amazing Mirror Kirbys somehow found their way to the Clash dimension and formed Team Kirby WITH that dimension's unique Kirby!

Although there's no red Kirby in Clash so it couldn't be... Unless (!!!) the Kirbys can also switch their colors as they please?! Maybe Red Kirby got ahold of a spray can from Squeak Squad and decided to become Blue Kirby?! At this point, why not?!

In fact, big question... Can a Kirby who has been summoned by Kirby ("because it's fun") summon their OWN Kirbys?! 

Sad Poyo's Parade?!? 

(Only my sister will get that joke, probably... XD)

But THAT could be what the 1-up Kirbys you collect stand for. It's like Mario with the Double Cherries, maybe? When Kirby gets beat, they go down for a nap and spawn another Kirby to take over the fight. But...what happens to the Kirbys who all gave up...?

...Some questions were not meant to be answered.

To summarize, my thoughts on the different colored Kirbys are that they should be treated with as much levity as Kirby's creator treats them! If you want to assign personality traits and backstories to them, that sounds like fun! But, I wouldn't want anyone to worry too much about what is and isn't canonical about them, as Kirby themself probably wouldn't want anyone to trouble themselves over something as light-hearted as, oh, duplicating themselves!

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...The real disturbing question about Dream Buffet is ARE THOSE THE REAL RIBBON, GOOEY, CHUCHU, and ELFILIN ON KIRBY'S HEAD AND HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT BEING SMOOSHED INTO CAKE ALL THE TIME?! (Gooey probably loves it, tbh.)