#quintuple meter

[reggieregcantswim]

cellist remus and tatted, bass player, priest remus have a chokehold on me

[novankenn]

Do you think Mama Arc can throw a sandel?

Mamma Arc is a quintuple back-belt in multiple forms of "Pissed off Momma Bear" Fu.

Sandel - she can bullseyes a wamp-rat at 50 meters.

Wooden Spoon - Can stir bullets from the air and snap it on knuckles ten meters away.

Broom-handle - Undefeated... and can crack those cheeks at mach 5

Various Writing Implements (Pens, pencils, chalk) - Who do you think John Wick learned how to use a pencil from!

[mindful-minx]

Western game design is when you liberate enough outposts & collect enough Essence Totems to get Skill Points to unlock the Heavy Grapple ability that lets you do Strong Attacks on enemies, dealing extra damage or instakilling weaker foes. This is explained through several pop-ups and multiple characters telling you about Skill Points and Grapples.

Eastern game design is when you have a meter called the "Yokai Gauge" which ties into the Tether Culpability Mechanic (also referred to as TR+ STRENGTH) that allows you to counter the enemy's Elemental Zone Influence, doing quintuple damage. This is explained in the game manual and nowhere else, and the eight sequels assume you know this.

[lynnarang]

Dockside Angel

Your first day as a dockworker, your manager pulled you aside and delivered a serious warning to you.

Do not acknowledge the angel in the docks, do not move within two meters of it, and absolutely under no circumstances make eye contact with it.

Initially you assumed this was some kind of hazing. An angel in the docks? Fucking rubbish.

But this was your third job in under a year and if you messed this one up then the only position left for you would be janitorial duty at the local dollhole, so you yessirred and nodded.

The first time you spotted it was when you were grimacing under the weight of a crate full of goddess-knows-what, arms feeling like they were going to pop out of your sockets.

There it was, curled into the fetal position, laying near one of the gangways, staring at the workers.

It was nothing like the angels in your imagination, this small weak thing. It looked like a desiccated teenager, except for the cracked green halo hovering crooked atop its head or the matted colorless wings on its back, lower feathers stitched together by barnacles.

You remembered the warning and looked away before it noticed you, ignoring the strain of your arms as you routed around the horrid creature. Unfortunately it was right in the path you had to carry a dozen more boxes, so by the end of your shift you felt more dead than alive.

Your second day you asked your boss about the angel and he just threw his hands up in exasperation. Apparently it shown up one day and asked for a job, back when your boss was just a newbie himself.

"Bloody bastards should have just told it to sod off, 'stead they hired it."

Of course it went as most matters involving mortal lives and beings of divine will go: horribly.

Its first day, the blood of half the workers seeped into the bay around splinters of steel and flesh. The only ship left in the dock was the one the angel had been assigned to.

"Never was able to scare the bugger off. Best just to ignore it and hope it goes away someday."

So you did. Everyone knew it was common sense not to meddle with the divine, even when it was pathetic as this. You did your best to ignore it, even when it sat itself in your way.

But it was only a matter of time until you fucked up.

You tripped over carrying a pair of boxes that were too heavy for you, rushing to meet your quota for the day. When a hand offered itself to you to help you up, you took it without a thought about how pallid and thin it was.

"Thanks, can you help me out here, I'm running pretty t…"

Your voice trailed off as you looked into those sunken eyes and saw the fire within them light anew. Its wings made a sick little scraping sound as it stood up in a hurry, taking your arm with it.

"Need.. help?!"

You tried to pull your arm away but its grip was inhumanly strong. You tried to your eyes away but something about those dilated pupils forced yours to remain fixed.

"Will help. Will do such a good job. Will be worth it this time. Won't mess up."

The angel muttered to itself.

The angel never let go of your arm, even as it scooped up the two boxes you had been struggling with and moved faster than your mind could even comprehend.

All you could do was desperately wish for your arm to come out of its socket right now, as the world warped around you.

Everything hurt, your vision was blinded by sickly green light,your brain was beginning to melt out of your ears from moving too fast. Your pleads for help were lost in your throat as your lungs climbed up it.

The only sensation left were the screams of your coworkers.

At some point along the way you died, but your soul wouldn't leave your body with the angel's hand still wrapped around yours. Only when the ship you were loading was full of hundreds of boxes, neatly sorted and stacked on top of each other, did your consciousness finally fade.

That day, you quintupled your quota. They left your pay in the puddle of your remains.

[ntscdreams]

Gradius April 25, 1986 // Family Computer

This legendary shoot-'em-up makes its first appearance on home consoles and although it's had to go through some changes in the move to significantly weaker hardware, it's a pretty admirable effort at translating the arcade hit.

Probably the biggest point of complaint is the options. Gradius's power-up system is famous, having you collect power-ups to charge up a meter that can be "cashed in" for various power-ups, giving a fun aspect of "making a build" to the game rather than just powering up linearly. The most famous power-up is "Option," which gives you a floating satellite around your ship that shoots along with you. To this day, shooting satellites around a character are called "options" by some people in reverence to Gradius. In the arcade version, you could have a maximum of four, quintupling your firepower, but due to hardware limitations, the Famicom only lets you have up to two.

Still, most of the game is intact here. The levels are all there, and there's not too much in the way of sprite flickering or performance issues... At least until the tentacles in stage 5, at which point the game slows down to something like 8 frames per second. Alas. Still, it does feel like you're playing Gradius. All the music tracks are nicely reproduced for the FC sound chip, and much to my trauma the sound effect when you die is perfectly replicated, along with many of the other SFX. The lasers don't look as cool but they do feel like the lasers from Gradius. And of course the game is penis-smashingly hard, as it should be. Seriously, fuck this game, I can never even get past stage 3 in the arcade version.

[krethes]

This week, I'm participating in a drabble workshop (nsfw) on a Harry Potter fanfiction writing discord! We're tasked to write drabbles with a wc max of 150 words (truly, a struggle!) and are given a prompt each day. As these are 18+, I've put them below the cut.

Today's is inspired by my fic Quintuple Meter, with cellist Remus and pianist Sirius.

Day Four: Hands

WC 146

Four of his fingers are calloused, hardened at the tips from two decades of sliding on metal strings, and when they alight on Sirius's jaw, silken, shaved smooth and unblemished (for now), they are like a bow to strings, flint to stone, sparking music and heat with the barest touch.

His thumb, though, is soft, and Sirius opens his mouth with an ill-hidden moan as Remus pushes it past his lips, dipping inside like a quill to the well, composing his next concerto on Sirius's full bottom lip in indelible ink.

Sirius is putty in his hands, weak-kneed and achingly hard, no more able to resist the masterful coaxing of notes from his chest than Ganymede, Remus's cello, is. Crescendoing, he resonates with desire, whole-bodied, a fermata waiting for release, coming untouched from the sheer sensuality of Remus's hands on his face, his mouth, his neck.

[acnelli]

Any ship is fine, lol

So, finally we get to the smutty fic recs. It's a mix of several ships. Please make sure to leave kudos/comments/reviews on the stories you enjoyed reading, no matter how old the fic is or how many comments it has already.

I answered an ask for smutty fic recs for Rarry and Romione some time ago. You can find those for Romione HERE, and those for Rarry HERE and HERE.

The following fic recs are for different pairings. And, surprisingly, not all of them are Ron-centric. These are all M/E-rated.

you did a number on me (but honestly, baby, who's counting?) theheadgirl [Perciver, 4k+]

One late night at the Ministry, Percy forgets a date. Oliver decides to make sure that it doesn't happen again.

the missing sock by theheadgirl [Perciver, 3k+]

In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Molly asks Harry if a Puddlemere United sock she found is his. Harry says he doesn't support Puddlemere. How did it get to the Burrow? Maybe if someone had thought to ask Percy ...

Quintuple Meter by @krethes [Wolfstar, 7k+]

"Sirius knows magic isn't real—that's the stuff of story books and fevered dreams—but now, watching Remus play, he reconsiders his convictions."

Pianist Sirius Black has worked his entire life for this opportunity and considers himself a master of his craft. Remus Lupin, the most sought-after cellist in Europe, proves him wrong.

Whisper, Soft and Dark by @fantasyborn [Pavender, 500 words]

She gasps at the brush of fingers on her skin and it’s disconcerting that she can’t hear it; it’s terrifying to Lavender that she’s adjusted to her new stronger senses so quickly. The only reason she doesn’t spiral and panic is that, despite not being able to see or hear, she can smell Parvati in the room.

Jackalope Junktion by RavenpuffLove [Luna x Hannah, 9k+]

Jackalope Junktion: Home of the Great American Jackalope!

157 Sightings! An adventure for the whole family!

That's what the sign said.

Unfortunately it seemed people were getting less and less interested in the idea of seeing a jackrabbit with antlers.

Or they didn't believe that one actually existed.

Hannah couldn't really blame them for that. She didn't believe it either.

Red by @kedavranox [Ron x Teddy, 28k+]

Teddy is a rockstar; Ron is his muse. (Or a love story fueled by drugs, sex & rockn'roll—but mostly plain old awkward and embarrassing young love.)

Strike a Pose by mercurial_cool [Dron, 8k+]

Struggling financially in the midst of his costly divorce, Ron runs into a muggle woman at a pub who offers to pay him generously if he poses nude for her pornographic website. Ron accepts on the condition of anonymity, only to find out when he arrives for the shoot that the photographer is none other than Draco Malfoy, who has changed since his Hogwarts days in ways that Ron never could have expected.

A Private Celebration by Rickey [Rarry, 2k+]

One year later Harry and Ron have a public appearance followed by a private celebration.

Finding Home by RogueWhimsy [Dron, WIP]

The war ends and Ronald Weasley disappears. He returns a different man. This is a story of change, willing and unwilling, and of falling in love despite knowing better.

Try and Resist by @ultimateundesirable [Rarry, 1k+]

Trying to resist your base desires is hard, but over the years Ron has learned some self control. He never would have been able to learn how to control it without Harry.

Hush Hush by ForgottenChesire [Dron, 5k+]

“We need to elope.”

It’s a simple statement, said like discussing the weather. It’s a statement that takes a moment to sink in. And when it does, Ron sits up, his eyes wide. His mouth opens and closes and the noises he makes aren’t quite human. A glance out the window tells him more time has gone by than he had thought, dinner will be served soon in fact.

Ron Weasley and the Clothes of Doom by Liesha130 [Blairon, 32k+]

Do the clothes make the man?

Ron Weasley thinks he has no chance, until one night when he dresses up and Blaise Zabini can’t take his eyes off him. The solution is easy, then, right? Ron just has to keep dressing up, and Blaise will keep wanting him. But every time Ron puts the new clothes on, he’s sent spiraling off into a past filled with insecurity. Will he really be able to keep this up without going completely bonkers? And what does Blaise actually want from him, anyway?

[rjzimmerman]

No no no no.......make this one wildfire go away.

Excerpt from this story from Earther/Gizmodo:

Two fires sparked last week by lightning strikes in Sequoia National Park have caused the park to close to visitors and are threatening the endangered trees as the fires continue to spread, the National Park Service said Tuesday. They add to California’s increasingly dire season of flames.

The Paradise Fire and the Colony Fire, which are being referred to collectively as the KNP Complex Fire, had already burned through more than 5,000 acres in Sequoia National Park Tuesday evening. The fire, which has no containment, more than quintupled over the course of 24 hours, charging through 4,800 acres between Monday and Tuesday. Officials expect the fires to keep the park closed for at least a week, if not longer. The road to the General Sherman tree, one of the park’s biggest attractions and the largest tree on Earth, measuring 103 feet (31 meters around) and 275 feet (84 meters) tall, was closed to visitors over the weekend.

Employees within the park were evacuated Monday night as the Paradise Fire raged downhill and crossed a river, burning towards park headquarters. Three Rivers, a town in Tulare County that serves as the gateway to the park, was also under voluntary evacuation orders Monday, mirroring the situation that took place to the north in Lake Tahoe a few weeks ago as the Caldor Fire nearly burned into resort towns. The town’s 2,400 residents were also put under evacuation orders during the Castle Fire last year, and the economic toll of back-to-back visitor seasons marred by flames and smoke could be severe.

The sequoias in the park have had a rough go over the past couple years, and are especially vulnerable to the state’s intensifying wildfires. Last year, the Castle Fire killed somewhere between 7,500 and 10,000 sequoia trees after it tore through the park in August; that number amounts to a whopping 10% to 14% of the world’s sequoia population. The Castle Fire was so intense that park employees spotted a sequoia that smoldered through the winter and into spring. Not all the trees killed in the fire were big old baddies like General Sherman—sequoias can live for thousands of years—but even the death of relatively younger trees is a crisis when the species are in such danger.

[industryhearts]

tolerate it and closure are both in quintuple meter, none of the other songs are in quintuple meter, so it's likely tolerate it and closure could be about the same person or situation, or perhaps two opposing POVs.

The instrumental music for cowboy like me revolves around the piano theme of cardigan, meaning cardigan and cowboy like me are intrinsically connected because cowboy like me literally couldn't exist without cardigan.

The OG version of cardigan is connected to exile through production choices.

The piano theme of exile plays during the bridge of evermore.

Having even just a basic knowledge of music theory would help the theories for those songs make much more sense, because those songs are connected to another song. For example; for a theory about cowboy like me being about a platonic bearding relationship to make sense, it would require that there be a theory from the same person that cardigan is about a platonic bearding to be made, because the instrumentals of cowboy like me revolve around the piano theme of cardigan.

Mind you, music theory only matters if you wish to try to use those specific songs to learn more about Taylor's real life, if you're just vibing to these songs without thinking about what it means for Taylor's personal life, the standalone theories for those songs make perfect sense. I should have clarified that earlier 😥

🤔 no problem anon

its interesting

[poipoipoi-2016]

If you insist on doing Thanksgiving

Seriously don’t.  

Right now, nationally, cases/hospitalizations/ICU/deaths are going up 20-40% week over week.  That beats the early explosions, which were tripling week over week, but it’s not good.  

If you get infected on Thanksgiving, you will try to get into the hospital *and fail* in mid-December.  When 1.4^4 is 4 and the country is *out*.  Unless you’re in Florida.  

At which point death rates probably quintuple as they leave you to die in the hallways because they don’t have enough beds.  

1 in 40 isn’t worth it guys.  

But fine, if you insist

unmasked

undistanced

unventilated (and that means “Basically outside”)

sustained

crowds

That’s your checklist.  

So Biden rallies of 20,000 masked, outside, but undistanced and sustained people out on the streets?  Ugh ugh ugh.  That’s the Philly Flu Parade of this pandemic.  3 for 5 and you’ll lose the slight rise in cases in the general winter weather signal.  

On the other hand, bars are so *obviously* awful that not even South Korean contact tracing let South Korea keep bars.  5 for 5.  And they think movie theaters are literally free.   Also 3 for 5.  

So... 

Thanksgiving is inherently “crowds” + “sustained”.  That’s 2.  Dinner is unmasked, that’s 3.  

You get to control undistanced and unventilated.  And if you’re going in for hugs, unmasked.  In other words, open every window in the house and set up window fans with CO2 meters making sure you’re low (ie: Not breathing other people’s air).  Preferably with separate tables in each corner of the house.

We had 6 people from 4 nuclear households on 4 card tables in 4 corners of the garage 3 weeks ago.  

“But it’s WAY WAY too cold right now to open windows!”   Yeah, but then you’re in the places where they’re out of ICU *right now*, and you should very definitely make plans for spring.   

[theprologues]

I think that tolerate it and closure might be connected to each other somehow, they're both written in 5/4 quintuple meter

Oh interesting!

[burlveneer-music]

The Necks - Three - as in three tracks this time instead of their recent practice of one long track, but the sound is still unmistakably theirs

Three, the 21st album from legendary Australian instrumental trio The Necks, is a winding, textural, and visceral musical exploration through three individual, contrasting tracks that each delve into separate tenets of their sound. Three’s variety of tones and structures offer a glimpse into the boundless, immersive sonic universe The Necks have been constructing, through recorded and live performance, for over 30 years: three musicians, three variable songs, highlighting three decades of groundbreaking experimental excellence. From its very first moments, “Bloom” rattles and propels listeners through a dense, mesmerizing soundscape of unceasing intensity. Directly juxtaposing the consuming rattle of the opener, “Lovelock,” dedicated to the memory of Damien Lovelock, former frontman of The Celibate Rifles, is a weightless and atmospheric threnody that ruminates in the quiet and overwhelming moments of grief. The final setting of Three is one of warmth and familiarity. “Further,” is a confident, seductive groove in a quintuple meter, reminiscent of the groups’ work on records like Sex (1989) and Aquatic (1994). Contrasting the style of their celebrated improvisational live act, the group’s studio work is meticulously sculpted from beginning to end. On Three, Chris Abrahams (piano), Lloyd Swanton (bass), Tony Buck (drums/percussion), and their long-time backend collaborators Tim Whitten (engineer) and Doung Henderson (master) have again scrupulously built music that focuses on the most intricate edges of staggeringly immense, diverse worlds. From strained to still to smoky, each piece of Three marks itself as distinct and its own, but all feel representative of Australia’s greatest cult band, The Necks.

[music2liveby]

DAY 35: Living in the Past by Jethro Tull

Album: Living in the Past Release: April 25th, 1969 Genre: Prog Rock

One of the more unique progressive groups out there, Jethro Tull were even more one-of-a-kind upon their debut at the end of the 60′s. The troupe remained relatively unknown outside of their territory in the UK during this time until their smash 1971 record Aqualung gained traction for songs like Locomotive Breath and the album’s titular track. In fact, Aqualung is probably the only Jethro Tull song you may be familiar with. It’s a great song, but it lacks one of the most prominent features of the band’s lineup that I feel is essential to the Jethro Tull experience: frontman Ian Anderson’s furious flute work. How many bands do you know that primarily feature flute interludes in the middle of their songs? Well, it’s one more than what it used to be now! It’s almost a shame really that Aqualung was the track destined to be their biggest hit, as nearly any other note worthy song by Jethro Tull has at least one section with some tasty flute licks courtesy of the eccentric Anderson. It adds a flavor to the prog pot that already is so robust in its arrangement, and is best sampled here in a little song called Living in the Past. Intended for a release on their second studio album Stand Up, the song was recorded shortly before the record’s release and put out as a single instead, although it is still considered to be an album single. Regardless of the muddled origin, it’s a pleasure that Living in the Past made it to see the light of day, as it is a feast for the ears in several facets. First off, music nerds might appreciate the song’s use of quintuple meter (in other words, 5 beats per measure) established by a funky bass lick to kick off the song. Ian’s flute then joins the melody in tandem with light guitar chords and an active percussion section, eventually meeting together with the addition of one of Anderson’s finer vocal performances. While later songs in his career develop a tinge of madness to his style, this early-on hit is an impressive display of what would be to come in a timeline that still continues on to this day, albeit in a different form than the many years ago Jethro Tull first began their escapade. Their music can come off intimidating to a casual listener, but this track here is a good introduction for lovers of folk-style music and appreciators of excellent flute solos.

[stop-grating-cheese]

ok i’ll do this but a lot of these are the same as delia sooo

LEAVE 2 METERS FOR JESUS

remember when we thought 2020 was going to be fun

Roman likes high fives 👏🏻

SPATULAAAS ⛷

Alabama the state where everyone’s family 🌂 🇺🇸 👵 ✝️ 👴

tiny hats of hell

the best parents and the best child

we love gigi!

fuck mcintosh et honey crisp

quintuple team

loving parents and disinterested daughter

les bo-t faftales

le walking club

this is for freaking PEI ok?

pipi caca popoeoeo

fermelaetenlevelesnotifsbandedechiens (this one and the one on top are my class gcs as y’all can see there not very mature)

dreams and memez and therapeutic intervention

we’re gay and sad and get to do the psychomathon

THE CHAT TO DEFEAT TAMIR

muckbangs

there’s more but the names aren’t as funny @panpotterhead3000 you forgot plenty

reblog with your weird group chat name in the tags

[atlanticcanada]

Mixed bag: Erratic Pandemic Olympics wind to a nuanced end

It began with a virus and a yearlong pause. It ended with a typhoon blowing through and, still, a virus. In between: just about everything.

The Tokyo Olympics, christened with "2020" but held in mid-2021 after being interrupted for a year by the coronavirus, glided to their conclusion in a COVID-emptied stadium Sunday night as an often surreal mixed bag for Japan and for the world.

A rollicking closing ceremony with the theme "Worlds We Share" -- an optimistic but ironic notion at this human moment -- featured everything from stunt bikes to intricate light shows as it tried to convey a "celebratory and liberating atmosphere" for athletes after a tense two weeks. It was set to pivot to a live feed from Paris, host of the 2024 Summer Games. And with that, the strangest Olympic Games on record began closing their books for good.

Complete coverage: Click for all the news from the Tokyo Olympics

Held in the middle of a resurging pandemic, rejected by many Japanese and plagued by months of administrative problems, these Games presented logistical and medical obstacles like no other, offered up serious conversations about mental health -- and, when it came to sport, delivered both triumphs and a few surprising shortfalls.

From the outset, expectations were middling at best, apocalyptic at worst. Even Thomas Bach, president of the International Olympic Committee, said he'd worried that these could "become the Olympic Games without a soul." But, he said Friday, "what we have seen here is totally different."

"You could experience and feel and see and hear how much they enjoyed to be together here again," Bach said.

At these Games, even the word "together" was fraught. Spectators were kept at bay. A patchwork of rules kept athletes masked and apart for much of medal ceremonies, yet saw them swapping bodily fluids in some venues. That was less about being remiss than about being real: Risks that could be mitigated were, but at the same time events had to go on.

Athletes' perseverance became a central story. Mental health claimed bandwidth as never before, and athletes revealed their stories and struggles in vulnerable, sometimes excruciating fashion.

Japan's fourth Olympics, held 57 years after the 1964 Games reintroduced the country to the world after its World War II defeat, represented a planet trying to come together at a historical moment when disease and circumstance and politics had splintered it apart.

The closing ceremony Sunday reflected that -- and, at times, nudged the proceedings toward a sci-fi flavor. As athletes stood in the arena for the final pomp, digital scoreboards at either end of the stadium featured what organizers called a "fan video matrix," a Zoom call-like screen of videos uploaded by spectators showing themselves cheering at home.

Even the parade of athletes carrying national flags -- thousands of Olympians, masked and unmasked, clustering together before fanning out into the world again -- was affected. Volunteers carried some flags into the stadium, presumably because of rules requiring athletes to leave the country shortly after their events concluded.

In front of such formidable backdrops, athletic excellence burst through, from the Games' first gold medal (China's Yang Qian in the 10-meter air rifle on July 24) to their last (Serbia defeating Greece in men's water polo on Sunday afternoon).

Among the highlights: Allyson Felix taking a U.S.-record 11th medal in track, then stepping away from the Olympic stage. American quintuple gold medalist Caeleb Dressel's astounding performance in the pool. The emergence of surfing,skateboarding and sport climbing as popular, and viable, Olympic sports. Host country Japan's medal haul -- 58, its most ever.

Any Olympics is a microcosm of the world it reflects. These Games' runup, and the two weeks of the Games themselves, featured tens of thousands of spit-in-a-vial COVID tests for athletes, staff, journalists and visitors. That produced barely more than 400 positives, a far cry from the rest of non-Olympic bubble Japan, where surges in positive cases provoked the government to declare increasingly widespread states of emergency.

And, of course, there was that other microcosm of human life that the Games revealed -- the reckoning with mental and emotional health, and the pressure put on Earth's top-tier athletes to compete hard and succeed at almost any cost. The interruption of that pressurized narrative, led by the struggles of gymnast Simone Biles and tennis player Naomi Osaka in particular, permeated these Games and ignited the spark of an athlete-driven conversation about stress, tolerance and inclusivity that everyone expects to continue.

While Tokyo is handing off the Summer Games baton to Paris for 2024, the delay has effectively crammed two Olympics together. The next Winter Games convenes in just six months in another major Asian metropolis -- Beijing, Japan's rival in East Asia and home to a much more authoritarian government that is expected to administer its Games in a more draconian and restrictive way, virus or no virus.

In Paris on Sunday, people gathered in a fan zone near the Eiffel Tower, waving small French flags. The scene was a contrast to Tokyo, where fans have occasionally been able to sneak peeks at events, but for the most part haven't been able to attend or gather in big crowds to cheer athletes.

In recent weeks, lots of people -- officials, athletes, journalists -- have been chewing over how these Tokyo Games will be remembered. That's up to history, of course, but there are hints.

The runup was messy and disputed. The days of competition were fraught but, in general, without incident other than sporting milestones. Even a moderate earthquake rumbled through and was quickly forgotten. The expenses -- upwards of $15 billion -- were colossal and will echo in Tokyo long after athletes are gone.

What are the Olympic Games supposed to be? A politics-free sporting event, as the IOC insists? A bonanza for sponsors and broadcasters? One small step toward world peace? Despite all the yarn-spinning, their identity remains up in the air and that fundamental question remains.

But as the cauldron is snuffed out Sunday night after the Pandemic Olympics conclude, it's easy to argue that Tokyo can take its place as a Games that didn't fail -- as one that overcame a lot to even happen at all. And as vaccines roll out, variants emerge and lockdowns re-emerge, another city and government -- Beijing, the Chinese capital -- must grapple with the very same question.

In the meantime, the program for Tokyo's closing ceremony, outlining its "Worlds We Share" theme, captured the effect of the pandemic and the virtual worlds and separation anxiety to which it has given birth.

"We are in a new normal, and this edition of the Games were a different affair," it said. "Even if we cannot be together, we can share the same moment. And that is something that we will never forget."

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[industryhearts]

Both tolerate it and closure are the only two songs on folklore/evermore that are in quintuple meter; music theory wise, that suggests that tolerate it and closure are related to each other

they are about the same person