#fastwalking

[femmefaggot]

headed home for work so I can fucking. smoke.

[berenixium]

Brightest Star - Fastwalkers - #SoundCloud #Music #Fastwalkers

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

[avabugxx]

do you understand how embarrassing it is to be a fast walker in this society..

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[rugantino7]

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[yourcalamity]

being a fastwalker is so agonizing cus ur just rushing past normalpacers hoping they understand theyre the normal one in this situation and im so fucking sorry but if i dont go fast the world will catch on exploding fire

[missouri-and-woe]

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

[sibella]

i feel sooooo good i went on the longest fastwalk i MISSED being able to go outside bc snow everywhere i can feel my soul singing i can feel my heart healing i feel FREE AND ALIVE again!!!!

[blankticket]

@light-imperfected

Despite the full 24 hours in between existence, to Vash the Stampede there is no perceived interlude between being dead and being alive. He experiences no nightmare, no paradise; he doesn't come across a cloaked Ferryman to cheat and shortchange for the ride back.

He simply finds himself back on his feet on semi-familiar streets, everything intact and unbroken, with familiar post-death pain, albeit more localized to where he'd been shot. Not much sense to make of it, no way to reconcile it with any typical assumption of what governed the fate of the dead.

Arrival in an impermanent not-quite-afterlife feels fitting, then, especially with such bizarre circumstances surrounding his death this time: it's the first result of a non-Mists-related one, substantially different in the fact that he's still being hunted, here. …Probably? Shadows and shapes seem to escape the quickdraw's periphery with ease. For a short while, it's something he senses more than he can tangibly observe.

"(Ow. Ow. Ow. This bites. Ow.)," he's muttering as he fastwalks along permanently darkened streets. Unfortunately, even with the Abyss being a one-way street, and the literal signs to help guide his way, Vash still finds himself spending more time than he'd like to. The street's starting to get irritated by his presence, too.

It's not entirely his fault; the healer's having to take constant stops to catch his breath and brace hands against the intense sting of his chest, delaying what progress he makes down the road. Soon enough, the shadows close in.

(Bang!)

Peace Bringer barks once, scaring the dark away from its wielder.

The low-caliber shot jostles the hinges of a sign tacked to the lamppost he's taking refuge underneath. The arrow on the sign swings to point down at him, before the very paint glitches, and then repositions itself to point down the road. His eyes follow the direction forward, widening with surprised recognition.

It's a little tough to make out finer detail because of the artificial light, but up ahead there's certainly the blue glow of a familiar friend.

"Whuh—Whoa. Gabriel?" It can't really be anyone else, but he still blurts the name aloud.

[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.

[berenixium]

Brightest Star - Fastwalkers - #SoundCloud #Music #Fastwalkers

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

[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.

[lacavernamx]

Viernes de música. - https://wp.me/p4pCgM-5Q3

Para esta noche de viernes tenemos canciones nuevas para que escuches que seguramente te van a gustar. Con temas como 'Uptight' de Ell Freeman, 'GOT ME' de Zarooni, 'Last Call' de Fastwalker e 'IRAK' de Rainer.

[mongorevera]

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