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[berenixium]

Brightest Star - Fastwalkers - #SoundCloud #Music #Fastwalkers

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@marmorada, thank you for the context! I only read one article that didn't mention that at all, unfortunately. @fastwalker, I hope this gives you more context too 🙂

some likely TRAs destroyed a Harry Potter themed airnbnb apartment. Like imagine being so fucking stupid. I really, really hope the owner sues their asses and makes them pay for all the damages, lol.

[chaifootsteps]

tbh there's several things that bug me most about 'it's intentional! just wait and see and Stolas will be called out just as much as Blitzo!'

to start with, for a fandom that crows about poor media literacy this kind of argument is literally demonstrating it. the entire point of Apology Tour is that Blitzo is in the wrong and that it's right and character growth for him to apologize. besides that that's what happens at the end of the episode (and Verosika 'just let Stolas make out with whoever he pleases if you're really sorry for not trusting that he doesn't love you' is framed as the voice of reason) they all but have the characters turn to camera and deliver that as the message - Blitzo monologues about how his trust issues are the problem and should he apologize and Stolas just goes 'well, yeah'. same with all the times Blitzo could easily rebut some nonsense Stolas says and doesn't - the writers want to frame Stolas as in the right

the second thing bugs me is apology tour is supposed to fastwalk Blitzo past all that. it's obviously not the main issue of the story anymore, the drama with Via is. he has no lingering resentment towards Stolas at all - he spends all of Sinsmas just taking Stolas' passive aggressive condescension, taking his demotion to Stolas' cheerleader with grace. putting it bluntly: it's out of character. Blitzo's pride and self respect has been gutted to serve Stolas; why would he ever challenge Stolas again or expect him to grow? even Stolas' consequences are framed like a tragic conspiracy against him, not the consequences of his own behavior and negligence

and thirdly, part of the reason I quit the show wasn't just the bad writing, it was the fandom's habit of giving snide little 'I bet this episode will give the people who actually want Stolas to be criticized fuel; they're so impatient and stupid'. like, sorry for wanting the story to be good? Sorry for actually paying attention to what the framing is saying instead of just true believing and coping that season 3 will fix everything?

The only way I can see Viv calling out Stolas at all is if she's genuinely worried her inability to do so will tank her show. Even then, I don't think it will be anywhere on par with Apology Tour. The stans making the kind of snide comments you're talking about always, always look the other way when Viv's sitting there furiously liking as many posts as she can find defending Stolas and trashing Blitz.

[mayra-quijotescx]

Hi! I have seen posts going around trying to encourage people to sit down at protests if 'someone causes a disturbance.' I'm sure you may already know why that's a terrible idea, but I'm going to talk about it for a bit and then maybe scream a bit at the end.

*It's difficult to get up from seated on the ground, particularly if you have any mobility issues. *If you don't have your legs under you, you can end up under someone else's legs very easily--cops will step on you and beat you, then testify that they tripped over you and that you were being a dangerous obstacle. *Also, depending on where you are (HPD did this a lot), cops love bringing horses to protests, and they will literally steer the horses into crowds and trample people. This is, in addition to potentially lethal for the people being trampled, massively traumatizing for the horses, but cops don't care, horses are just another tool to them (unless you put a hand on said horse, at which point it magically becomes a fellow officer and you get slapped with a 'felony assault of an officer' charge.)

*Tear gas sinks; you will breathe in a much higher concentration of it if you're on the ground.

*If shit hits the fan, you want to be able to fastwalk away. I say fastwalk, because if tear gas is deployed, you don't want to end up sucking wind because you tried to run and instead getting two lungfuls of aerosolized war crime for your trouble.

Also the wording of the (thankfully already debunked) post I saw going around gave me pause. When I heard people talking about it, I figured 'ok, it's either someone who's never been to a protest before, or it's an op.' This verbiage of 'if someone claiming to be with us causes a disturbance' is what convinced me it was an op. If you are at a protest, your main concern besides safety should be what you are protesting for or against, not policing the behavior of the people around you. If someone at the action is obviously trolling other attendees, that's cause for de-escalation within the group. The police are not your friend and they will not discern between a Good Protestor and a Bad Protestor; they will just start leveraging state violence on whoever seems easy to grab. Even if you know with 100% certainty that someone has joined your protest 'to cause a disruption', attempting to direct the police against them will get other people hurt (possibly even you; snitches DO get stitches) and will effectively conclude the protest in a very unpleasant way, with the added bonus of torching the social contract. Movements are built on trust, which no one will have if the last thing they saw before the nightsticks started flying was one of their own trying to get another of their own arrested.

And backtracking a bit, if I may start the screaming now:

THE ENTIRE GODDAMN POINT OF A PROTEST IS TO CAUSE A DISRUPTION IN ORDER TO DEMAND A RESULT. If people are gathering to protest, it is because they believe something has gone wrong enough that they are compelled to take to the streets with other like-minded people and demand a wrong be righted. It's not a field trip, it's not a flashmob, it's a declaration that business as usual can't go unchallenged as long as the injustice at the core of the protest continues. It is supposed to interrupt said business as usual and show that people who are pissed off by injustice have numbers and can gather (and potentially take further action) in them. What the fuck do I care if someone is upset enough about apartheid or mass murder or the triumphant return of broad daylight slave-catching to break a shop window or tag a building about it? Maybe we should value human beings a little more than we value buildings and shop windows. Maybe that is the entire fucking reason we are gathered here today. When cops kneel on people's necks or beat them or pepper spray them or shoot rubber-coated steel bullets at journalists and street medics, do the mythical 'good cops' we all hear so much about immediately sit down and go 'he's not with us! get him!'

Of course they fucking don't! They don't feel the need to personally answer for the ones among them who left home this morning planning to cause problems!

So why the fuck should we?!

[barstoolblues]

a brutal takedown of fastwalk. a humble observation.

[elysiuminfra]

it was so ass at work today but i can physically feel my friendship points going up with my coworkers and my respect points going up with my bosses. i am getting Good at Job. i got several variations of "You're Good At Job" today from everyone. i did not know i cared so much about being Good At My Job, and also that i genuinely do get a lot out of hard physical (but fun) labor. i'm buff now. it's insane

like yeah i did freak out a little because i had been nonstop fastwalking and carrying heavy shit for 2 hours and 30 mins straight. but damn do i feel accomplished that i was able to survive the struggle. and i get a day off tomorrow anyways so i get time to rest

[tuxankhamun]

at least there's only one geriatric patient tenderly fastwalking running now

[endcant]

i listened to the album Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by Eurythmics all the way through today. aside from the titular single, my favorite songs on the album are “Love is a Stranger”, “I Could Give You (A Mirror)”, and “The Walk”.

I feel like “Love is a Stranger” and “Sweet Dreams” are in a whole other echelon from the rest of the album. The rest are too much part of the “relic of the era” soundscape that make 80s new wave and synthpop music difficult for me to stomach. Not a criticism, obviously. Just a matter of taste. That said, the entire album is danceable from beginning to end. If the fastwalk-pace beat of the single “Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)” gets you moving, then the rest of the album will do the same.

Despite my lack of personal taste for 80s synthpop, I’m glad I’m taking the time to explore it, especially in the wake of years of waves of pop cultural synthpop nostalgia. The nostalgia around the genre seems to cause revival artists to manufacture a retrospective impression of tried-and-trueness, or a veneer of pure optimism. People recall being free of mental burden, perhaps due to their childhood naivety or the lens of nostalgia, and so recreations of 80s synthpop are more consonant and ironed out, even when they’re emulating the darker sounds. Dissonance and experimentalness are missing. But I feel there WAS clearly an experimental and ironic element to 80s synthpop and new wave music actually made at the time that is neglected by the nostalgic.

I thought about this while listening to “This Is The House”. If I had listened to this song much as a kid, I probably would have remembered the vocals as less lilting, the random synth interjections as less dissonant, the lyrics as less fixated on the way that time is a robber that slowly takes everything from you. The disco-like bass, the chipper beat, the somehow-definitively-80s-british way that some of the harmonized background vocals are sung— these things signal danger to a part of my deep-down childbrain that was conditioned to “ick” at continuous, contextless exposure to the song “Our House” by Mädness. I have to actively work against these basic associations with the sound of early 80s british pop in order to even think in a way that lets me see beyond the… corny-washing? Because, honestly “This Is The House” is not otherwise too far out of line with what I do like, right? I like weird synth music. I like upbeat sounds paired with explorations of humanity’s most base fears. I can appreciate this.

I also appreciate the way that Eurythmics flout song form. That’s something I like about a lot of purpose-built dance music in general. It’s so fun when an all-hooks dance track becomes a pop radio hit and people start saying things like “it’s so weird that this works! this isn’t how pop songs are supposed to be!” but it works because it’s a dance track rather than a Song written for the Popular Music Canon. l think we all kind of instinctively understand that the track “Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These)” would not be improved in any way by wedging verses between the hooks and various synth solos and ad lib wail interludes. It has already said everything it needs to say in words, it drives those words home by repeating them, and it does everything else it needs to do to make you buy in and dance along via vocal delivery and synthesized soundscape.

The whole album Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) makes good on the dream title. It does structurally sound like how music sounds in my dreams. It’s just explorations of a very limited amount of unique lyrics and melodies, put to cliche-yet-undeniable rhythms, interspersed with odd musical interludes. As an extension of that dreamlike impression, the two tracks I like the most are the ones that seem to emulate some of the most emotionally affecting dreams I experience. Without going too much into tangible musical properties, what I like about “Love Is A Stranger” is that it sounds like the optimistic nonsense-dreams that are so enticing they make me regret waking up. What I like about “Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)” is that it sounds like the stress dreams that are jam-packed with unlikely inconveniences and absurd nightmarish embarrassments that somehow feel realistic even upon waking.

I guess the last thing I’ll say is that, if you like “Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)” as a track (i don’t understand how someone could dislike it tbh) but you haven’t listened to any other Eurythmics songs, you should just listen to some other Eurythmics songs. The vocals are dreamy and insistent, the mechanical 80s dance beats are mechanical 80s dance beats. These are inherently enjoyable things and all of the songs on this album have those things.

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 6: Ring

Esredes sighed softly to himself as he checked over the list of addresses on his notepad, fastwalking his way through the Crozier. 801, 802, no no, he was looking for 806. Why did the numbers suddenly end at 803. Why was the next building 814. Where in the hells was 806.

He looked up from his notepad all around. It had to be around here somewhere. Maybe it was on the other side of the street. As people walked by both ways, Esredes crossed the street and read up the list of addresses until he found 806. There we go.

He pushed the door open and found himself in a very nice and comfortable little office. The walls were a lavender and the floor was an intricate pattern of stone. An older Elezen man sitting at a dual purpose workbench and desk looked up at Esredes from behind a pair of spectacles and waved him over. "Good afternoon, good sir," the man said, as Esredes smiled at him and walked over to stand by the desk. "What can I do for you today?"

"Hello, hello. I would love to hear about your Eternity Ring sizing and price quotes," he said. "We're looking at about a size seven, gemstone either emerald or ruby, silver metal." "Ah," the man scooted his chair right over to the other side of his desk and began to file through small drawers. "Planning for a bonding, are we?" "Yes, it won't be happening for months out but," he chuckled lightly. "You know more about planning than I do, I'm sure..." "Congratulations, my good sir," he said. "This is your ring size, I take it?" "Oh, no no no." Esredes said, raising a hand. "It's not my bonding. I'm just looking into this for the couple. I don't even know what my size is." "Oh!" The man chuckled. "I see. You are a friend to the couple, then?" "Yeah," he nodded. "I'm helping them out. Please, show me everything you have. I'll just be taking notes, if you don't mind?" Esredes retrieved a notepad and pen from his bag. "Not at all, not at all. Go right ahead, good sir. If you'll look over at these sample gems..."

And so Esredes took as thorough notes as he could from this shop. The gem samples were quite pretty, and he had to resist the urge to move them. They sparkled in the stained glass light, and he tried to imagine each in a ring. Surely they would all look quite pretty. If he was a sketch artist, he'd be sketching each one for the couple to look over, but he couldn't draw, so notes would have to do.

Once this was all done, he was back into the streets to find the next goldsmith shop for quotes. Three down, four more to go before he could deliver the notes back to his friend.

"Hey!" Came the call of a familiar voice. Esredes turned around and spotted a familiar head of blue hair, and his expression brightened as a hyur woman approached. "Ceila," he said. "I didn't realize you were out and about today." Ceila was the only person Esredes knew before his life was destroyed who didn't leave him. She'd been with him since training, and then she reappeared a month after he became a harrier. The two had always been around one another since. She waved off his inquiry. "Errands," she offered. "They take me up here sometimes. What about you, what are you in the middle of?" "I'm looking through goldsmiths for ring options." She tilted her head. "Ring... options? But you and Alise never..." "It's for Adrie." He said. "Did you hear?" "Adrie's getting married?" Her eyes lit up with surprise. "I heard she was seeing someone, but nothing more than that." Esredes looked around. "Actually, let's... move."

He walked into a nearby alleyway, watched the crowd walk by, and then turned to Ceila, sighing. "Yes, she is." "Wasn't she getting quite familiar with a Temple Knight?" "She was." Esredes said. "And she proposed to him. So now she needs a ring." "Oh my gods." Ceila said. "When did this happen?" "A month ago." He said. "I almost spit out my afternoon tea." "You didn't expect it, huh? Are you upset?" Esredes crossed his arms and looked up at a window. "...I shouldn't be." He said. "I mean, she was so happy about it. She was elated with joy. Apparently she'd been planning the proposal for three weeks. But I mean. Do you think we can trust him? Like, do either of them really know what they're getting into?" "I never saw if she had told him or not," Ceila frowned a little. "It didn't seem like she did last I saw them together? But that was months ago..." "Oh, she told him. She said he took it well, said something about how he would protect her no matter what her past was. I just don't think either of them really know what they're getting into. She's so. She follows her heart, and we've both seen how it hurts her. What if this doesn't work out. She'll be heartbroken. There's no way he's completely aware of everything this means. He's a part of what tried to slaughter her and everything she holds dear. Someone is going to cause a fuss, something is going to break. And to top it all off they want to hold it in a Church in the city. That's definitely not going to cause any problems." "Well... maybe they found a way to make it work? We don't know what intimate conversations happened when we weren't there. Maybe he's just a good-hearted sort. Maybe he wants things to change." "It's not that I don't believe that." He said, looking to the sky, and sighed. "It just seems like too much to navigate. I would never date a Loyalist. Why go through all the headache and turmoil?" "Esredes, you won't date anyone." She smiled and tilted her head again. He looked down to her and sighed again. "That's beside the point. I'm speaking hypothetically. If I could date, it wouldn't be a loyalist." "So it would be...?" Esredes winced. Two people in his movement had confessed to him so far. For some gods-forsaken reason. He was silent, to that, a long moment, turning away to look at the buildings between them some more, then made a sharp turn back to her. "Do you ever feel like life is passing us by?" He asked. "With all of this? With everyone we know settling, and then we're just. Still here, same old and the like?" "To be honest, no, I'm not very bothered about it." She said. "I allow things to happen as I wish them to. But I didn't think you would be bothered by it, Esredes." "I don't know about being bothered by it," he rubbed the side of his face with his gloved hand. "It's just. I've been to so many weddings since the war ended. It's routine by this point. Everyone I know gets together, gets bonded, a third of them divorce because they didn't listen to my advice, and it's all the same motions. It's such a blessing, isn't it? To even be able to see all this. It's like life is trying to move on. But those are pockets of calm, and then it's back to normal. Do I make any sense?" She chuckled lightly. "Yes, because you're talking to me. I can translate." She winked. "It's strange for you."

He sighed. "Well. I expect I may need to do this ring dance again. This isn't the only wedding I'm going to be attending this year." "Who else is getting married?" "My former squire." She blinked. "Trosta is getting married?!" "Oh gods, I didn't tell you, did I." He rubbed his face again. "He tells me I'm family all along and then almost immediately after tells me about this guy he met who, as he put it, 'isn't a criminal'. Actually no, he said that before we got into the family bit. But I guess he made him quite happy. And he asked me to be the best man. I've... never been the best man before." Not once, in all of these weddings he'd gone to. Ceila's expression brightened. "That's amazing! Oh, he's grown up so much in all this time we've been away, I only wish I could've been there to see all of it. When's the wedding??" "They have no idea. They're planning it slowly. I'm sure you're invited, when the time comes. I just don't know how to do that kind of speech, but. It can't be that hard, right? So... yeah. Ring shopping. I got asked about goldsmiths back when Marie and Mythirel proposed out of absolutely nowhere, so this time I'll be prepared." "They proposed?" "I don't even know. It was so out of nowhere. They were clearly getting at the together stage, but." He sighed. "Can't expect two harriers to follow Ishgardian traditions of courting and timeframes, so. They seem happy." "They do seem happy." She said, smiling. "Well, Esrey. Would you like any company on your ring quest?" "I really would, actually." He smiled just a little back to her. "Thanks, Ceila. Do you happen to know where 945 Chamomile street is, exactly?" She chuckled as the two exited the alleyway. "That's got to be up just past the Crozier, right? Somewhere around there. I'll keep an eye out for it with you." Their footsteps proceeded at a moderate pace up the cobblestone, and the two chattered away idly upon their now shared quest.

[berenixium]

Brightest Star - Fastwalkers - #SoundCloud #Music #Fastwalkers

https://soundcloud.com/fastwalkers/brightest-star

[chaifootsteps]

honestly the only interest I have left in the stol1tz plotline is a fascination with what Viv actually thinks she's writing

the plot all but says we're not supposed to judge Stolas for the transactional deal (nor the circumstances in which it was made, which no one is allowed to acknowledge in dialogue) and more than that - him offscreen being nice to Blitzo is enough to make Blitzo completely in the wrong for not only daring to snap back about his mistreatment but for daring to think poorly of Stolas in the first place

it's all his misunderstanding to think the prince who treats him like garbage couldn't love him, the show insists. the class difference only matters because Blitzo cares about it

yet we never get to see Stolas treating him nicer - even the one nice thing he does, saving Blitzo's life, is a vehicle for Stolas to insult and demean him over and over (and outside of what's an act for the Goetia he still calls him an idiot), then functionally make Blitzo feel indebted to him and fastwalk him into loving Stolas unconditionally and giving all his financial resources towards supporting him.

it just feels so potentially accidentally revealing. Viv is insisting the audience love someone who she claims is good and nice but to anyone paying attention, Stolas is a complete petty asshole who acts entitled to people's love. she seems incapable of having him actually be kind onscreen, she just has everyone treat him like he is and deserves their love and rescuing merely for existing. he's expected to take little responsibility for hurting others and messing up his own life, he uses Blitzo like an object who he expects love and devotion out of (and then a servant who he shows no gratitude towards) while simultaneously never even bothering to learn his employee's/daughter's name because they're all beneath him.

he has wealth and power but when he misuses and abuses it, that's not something to judge him for either

I'm not going to go as far as insisting Stolas is Viv's self-insert, but as her favorite he says some worrying things about what she thinks of class and love. it's like she thinks she's written Stolas to be the kindly patron of the business and the 'forced Blitzo to have sex with him' was just a funny dark joke that matters not at all in the question of whether he'd be a good partner for Blitzo (and she never even considers the idea that Blitzo would be better off without him, because Blitzo is a wicked poor imp who doesn't deserve Stolas anyway and should be grateful for all the crumbs the rich asshole who did nothing to earn his power ever gave him)

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't morbidly curious to see just how bad it's going to get before all's said and done. Stolas in Sinsmas was basically a slight breeze away from putting out his cigarette on Blitz's eyeball, something I'm sure certain people would say Blitz should thank him for.

[energypinecat]

At 5PM EST We'll be finishing the fight we started with Chapter 1….. but with something more my speed this time

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[cassy4991]

Story time to finish off the night from Anime Detour today, because I get to be a little dramatic sometimes!

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Below the cut cause it's a bit of a long one

So I used food dye to dye part of one of my 2 kimonos(wore both because they are both a bit see through, one way more so than the other). Being clever when I bought the food dye I also bought a towel so I didn't destroy a hotel towel(I have been charged for accidentally dyeing a towel before, don't want to get charged again). The food dye dried pretty quickly on the kimono, stained my hand too, tried to wash it off, used tissues to dry my hands, stained tissues, but all the hotel towels are safe.

Our hotel is four blocks away from the convention hotel. This is important in that we have made multiple trips walking between our hotel and the convention hotel.

We have gone to the convention, done some con stuff, decide to stop for lunch. Drink has condensation, wipe fingers on disposable napkin, Stained! Now minorly worried dyed kimono could get wet on dyed spot and dye second kimono THAT I DO NOT WANT DYED.

We go back to the convention, buy some merch(hehehe I bought a sword!) We go take a break back at our hotel to drop of some of the merch(hehehe sword is now in big box). It is sprinkling, not enough that I am worried about the dye.

We drop off our merch and grab our umbrellas, cause it's supposed keep raining and prolonged wet dye I am worried about.

We get less than a fourth of the block away from the hotel, and the wind almost takes the umbrellas away.

We go right back into the hotel and leave the umbrellas, I grab the dyed towel I had bought and covered the dyed spot on the kimono, safe from sprinkling rain!

We get back to the convention, and stay for the rest of the evening.

Unbeknownst to us the rain gradually gets worse.

We get ready to leave the convention, and see that it is now raining.

It's just 4 blocks back to our hotel.

The socks came off(I was wearing flipflops with socks for my cosplay of Kikyo), important stuff(merch and damageable cosplay pieces) got covered, I covered the food dye job(super successful btw, everyone who knew it loved it) with the dyed towel again.

We step outside to start the walk back to hotel, setting the pace to fastwalk.

This is not rain, but a downpour.

By half a block away from con, outermost layer is soaked, I start to worry that the towel will soak entirely and then stain through both Kimonos anyway. So I have decided to now hover the towel over my shoulder where the dyed spot is until we get back to the hotel.

At the half way mark between the hotels, I have realized the rain is not coming Down but Sideways specifically Front ways, so we duck behind a building and take a five second break, and then go go go.

By this point we are unable to determine how soaked everything is because the rain stings, and any exposed flesh is subject to the thousand of pins and needles that is the freezing rain.

Finally we get to our hotel block, and we are able to turn towards our hotel, some reprieve from the wind, no reprieve from the rain. Of course, our hotel entrance is on the other end of the block, but without the wind blowing directly at our fronts, our fast walk suddenly feels like running, I assure you I don't run so it was very much still a fastwalk.

We make it back to the hotel entrance, the entrance is a godsend, the entrance is recessed into the first floor so that part of the second floor is covering the entrance.

We have made it, there is no more rain.

We get inside, we can feel our clothes dripping, sticking to us, still there is no way yet to determine how soaked to the bone we are.

We make it up to our hotel room, immediately start taking off the wet clothes(cause none of us need to be more sick).

The dyed towel, having been folded into fourths this whole time, is removed first from my own person. The outside layer is soaked. I flipped it over revealing the side that would have been touching the kimono, dry.

I look in the mirror, kimono has a very obvious dry rectangle spot around the dye spot. Dyed towel has successfully protected.

The pants are soaked but they come right off, helps that they just tie to stay in place. Leggings feel damp below the knees. Kimonos first.

The outer kimono comes off. Heavier, wetter, and stickier than it was when I put it on this morning. The dyed shoulder appears to be the only dry spot.

The second Kimono's sleeves are soaked. The shoulder that wasn't covered is soaked. The front is wet, but not soaked. The back is mostly dry.

The shoulder that was covered due to fear of accidentally dyeing the second kimono is dry and near clean. The very small bits of any color are most likely from the sprinkling trip to drop off the boxed sword. The very small bits of any color are hardly noticeable, like could be a trick of the light hardly noticeable, and could be cleaned up with a tide pen or bleach if I wanted, they barely even need that.

The leggings are finally the last of the wet to go. Only then do I notice my skin from my toes to the legging line half way up my calves is splotchy red. Due to the fast-walking or the wind, the skin had been exposed.

The freezing rain definitely tried to leave a mark, but thankfully we were not out there for very long and we stayed in positive spirits cause none of the important merch stuff didn't get soaked or damaged!!

[minerrvas]

no i agree with you @fastwalker