#traveling without moving

[recliningbacchante]

#virtual insanity #jamiroquai #traveling without moving

[x-heesy]

James Corner Field cooperation

Matjesfilet - Remastered Original by Acud 🎧

#l o v e #James Corner #James Corner Field cooperation #photographer #12/2023 #landscape #nature #architecture #architektur #field cooperation #passion #traveling without moving #x-heesy #music and art #contemporaryart #flora #flowers

[helloparkerrose]

Virtual Insanity (1997)

Jamiroquai

Traveling Without Moving

#1990s music #Pop music #Acid Jazz #jazz funk #jamiroquai #virtual insanity #british music #grammy winner #Traveling without moving #Spotify

[kirkklan2]

10 - "Virtual Insanity"

#ArtEveryday #art #art every day #furnature #jamiroquai #virtual insanity #traveling without moving #Spotify

[bibxrbie]

It is so difficult loving Luke Skywalker and being Jedi positive.

#what if i told you that Luke loves his dad without it being attachment? #what if i told you that at the end of ROTJ Luke practices non-attached love when he lets Vader die instead of dragging him to escape? #because instead of letting Vader suffer through Luke’s desire to see him live; Luke sets it aside and removes Vaders masks #stays with Vader until he dies; fulfil Vader's last request even when it isn't something Luke really wants to #'our attachments make us strong' Luke literally lets Vader go! he mourns and moves on #Luke Skywalker is THE Jedi! #he is the foundational cornerstone of all things Jedi #i hate you 'time travel fics where Luke judges all of the Old Order' #luke would absolutely be the people's padawan bothering all of them about learning new things #luke skywalker #pro jedi #jedi positivity #luke skywalker loves being a jedi #their philosophies and way of life isn't for everyone but it's a life HE chose and he chose it out of love #star wars

[1driedpersimmon]

At Journey’s end what can you do but start another!

#octopath #Octopath traveler #octopath traveler 2 #Temenos #Ort #in other words this is my celebratory post of finishing this game finally #AND my hyperfixation on this going to sleep #I’m done!!!! I’m moving on!!!! farewell Octopath I’ve dedicated half a year of my life to you@ #I mean I’ll still like #scribble once a blue moon but im no longer going to post about it often and stuff #NOW I CAN PLAY FF WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

[simgerale]

me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game

#hi everyone #I’m going around hugging you all #okay now that we are gathered here today #i will simply acknowledge that i have been gone for a very long time and then also acknowledge that maybe it was for the best #i relied on sims to be my only creative activity even if i tried to write a book at the same time #and also. i prioritized sims over real life responsibilities. that’s just a deadly combination lol #but I recently noticed I just replaced sims with Netflix. with YouTube. with anything that gave me quick dopamine #literally became addicted in a sense. still am but I’ve been cut cold turkey from most everything #I get off work and go. okay I’ve done the dishes and the laundry……..I could read or write or bake…. #I try to write and sometimes i get a good hour #then I read for a few hours and then get tired of it #and I made cookies Tuesday so I’m waiting for those to be gone before baking again #I’m just so pitiful that I feel BORED and don’t know what to do #so I said….. okay what if I do sims for an hour. #I downloaded some new cc Tuesday and tried to play yesterday #y’all ……………….. I can’t find the energy anymore to set up elaborate scenes and pose my sims and plan posts #I said wow… this is boring without my intervention and fake story #I said wow…….. all this for what? for tumblr? yes I created cool things and provided joy. but is that inherintly important compared to my #own joy? my own everyday activities I should be doing? #y’all I do not leave the house unless we got out to eat or shop or travel to our parents #.. I have little desire to. I’m trying to find that desire #but my husband is busy with grad school and work and I don’t want to do anything by myself #I’ve found myself in one heck of a slump #I didn’t want to be human for awhile. just had no desires no interests no ambitions #I was slacking off SO HARD at work. I just had no drive to do well #I’m still working on it. I’m still trying to get caught up. I’m still trying to force myself to move every day. #but I am struggling y’all. and I can tell you that sims… sims isn’t helping rn but I want it to so bad. I want to get back into it #I didn’t mean to disappear on everyone. I got married and then life got busy and then I fell into this hole of nothing #I didn’t even WANT to crawl my way out. but my husband has helped a lot. I feel like such a child!!!! #I reached max tags. 🙃 bye love you all. till next time

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.

#we follow Derek from New York. Laura left for beacon hills. it’s been six years since he was back but he hasn’t heard from her #and hes going stir crazy waiting. he packs up and travels back. it’s almost too much immediately. he still can’t get a hold of Laura #he can’t resist going home. it’s like a natural pull that guides him back. all at once he’s 16 again. staring at the wreckage of his life #deputy stilinski is sherrif now. it’s reassuring in the slightest that the police force seems to have moved on from how corrupt it was #he catches her scent and it’s putrid. bile catches in his throat. he seeks it out. still in denial to what he knows it means. #when he finds Laura it’s like the world ends all over again. he can’t stand to see her like this. he gives her a proper burial. #the best he can do at least #he visits Peter. he’s not the man Derek remembers- so full of fire and cunning. their relationship may have been strained at times. #often Derek felt more like Eve being swayed by the snake than a normal friendship #but this isn’t the sharp tongued uncle who guided him. this is a broken shell. all that remained of his family. he was so lost. #22 but he barely knew how to function without his family- his pack paving the way #Laura handled everything. she got the apartment. she made sure they had food. Derek looks back and feels so useless #he was so lost in his grief. Laura must of felt the same way but she never let them drown in it #she made sure he got his GED. even got him to enroll in community college classes. #he took them online. he never was able to warm up to people the same way. he used to be so full of life. now he just wanted to be left alone #he studied English. never finished his degree. doesn’t look like he ever will now. he can’t go back to Laura and his shared home. #can’t bare to see another shell of a home #he vents to the vacant audience of Peter and his cold fixed eyes #Derek leaves. he wants to promise he’ll return soon #but promises feel costly these days #he decides to go back to the reserve. maybe he can find some clue as to what happened to Laura #someone lured her here. someone who knew them and their history here #his mind went to the worst. Kate. why would she go through the trouble six years later. why wait so long. #Derek couldn’t stomach the thought of facing her. he focused on the woods. the scents were all over the place. #clearly multiple people had been through here recently. two scents were much stronger. Derek follows them #but when he hears the crunch of leaves he realizes why the scents are so strong. they’re still here #he ducks behind some trees. listening in on their conversation. but an echo of their scent catches his attention #he spots an inhaler on the ground. he puts two and two together and swipes it from the leaves. #he comes out once they’re closer. tossing over the inhaler- he figures they’ll leave. dumb kids messing around in the woods #he reminds them this is private property. though that may not be true anymore. he recognizes the scent of a new beta. interesting.

[stolligaseptember]

wangxian's desire to raise children together is such an integral part of mdzs and i still can't believe that lsz never canonically got a younger sibling

#ik ik that their desire to constantly be on the move is also a Thing and how that isn't the best for child rearing #and how they do still have lsz to fulfill that very role #but still!!!!!!!!!!!!! #they never actually got to RAISE a child TOGETHER and they WANT TO so for god's sake LET THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #so anyway post-canon wangxian who can never stumble upon an orphan during their travels without accidentally adopting them #lsz got an entire initiative running for receiving a new sibling each and every time his fathers come back home to cloud recesses #it's a twelve step program and he's got it down pat #sizhui gege my most beloved #wangxian #wangxian family #mdzs

[jellyfishvibes]

I poked my Hylia design slightly and now have a more fleshed out loz pantheon

the worms are whispering for me to redesign demise and ghirahim too but i must resist

#Hylia and Demise are actually two halves of an og time god #and the split explains why loz has multiple different types of time travel #hylia is a time goddess of loops #of time travel that has always happened and will always happened closed loops #demise is a god of paradoxes #he has the power to change things and break time at will #also side note i made the golden three a triple goddess of creation only separated into different aspects of creation #Nayru is Auditory Farore is Visual and Din is Motion #The fourth was time and creation cant happen without time moving forward to facilitate it #so i guess tetraforce is canon lmao #loz #legend of zelda #loz au #loz lore thoughts #jellyfish's thoughts #i might have to make a tag for this au im apparently creating if i keep talking about it #legend of zelly au

[recliningbacchante]

#cosmic girl #jamiroquai #traveling without moving

[hxhhasmysoul]

wouldn't it be nice if the author of the fics finished them. the author is me.

#vent #for the last 4 months my life has been in stupid crisis mode #like constantly #from major ones where i had to move out for a while because it was impossible to stay where i lived #to not being able to use my kitchen for over a week #and like other more or less minor house related stuff that made it impossible for me to use something normally #not a single week without something like that or shit at work which is constantly being so fucking chaotic #and now someone died in my family #not someone very close but i liked them #and of course like feeling sad that they are gone can't be the only thing #because it has to come with the headache of i need to travel for their funeral and it's just before easter #so there's no one in this city to leave my dog with #because most of my friends either live abroad or have cats or are busy before easter.. #i'd just want a week where nothing happens #and like the writing is weighing heavy on me #because i miss it #also i wish i could finish something #i wish something good would happen that i could feel proud off #also because i'm mentally ill and fucking stupid when i was going crazy with my kitchen not working and work shit #i bought new furniture #because after 15 years i've finally had enough money to buy some that aren't fucking black and inconvenient and ugly #which is like a huge project and a crisis i brought onto myself #just because i was too burnt out to write #and i wanted something nice to happen to me #like a nice living space that doesn't make feel like i have no ownership over it because everything in it was some else's choice #and that old furniture was bought by my mother and my brother ages ago and it's handmedowns #and my fucking horrible mother feels personally slighted that i want to get rid of a bed that is broken #because my brother's kids jumped on it regularly when they used to visit pre covid #yeah it's been broken that long because i lost all my savings during covid and had to change careers to a souless pointless corpo job #long pathetic whine and overshare over

[stackslip]

whenever noah gervais has something out i fantasize about an alternative life where my writing and my voice are just as captivating and i make 9 hour videos/podcasts about stories i like that move and fascinate others with even a tenth of the intensity i feel towards noah

#oh to write a noah caldwell gervais style analysis of all of fujimotos works #or to be able to travel without money issues or anxiety and make themed road trips that leaves a viewer moved to tears #eli talks

[flowercrowngods]

and today in sometimes i write shit that fucks me up for weeks: time travel au steve & trees

Steve gets up. Goes into his room — not his room at all, it’s not his home, it’s not his — knowing Hopper won’t follow him, locks the door knowing El will unlock it if she needs him, and crawls under the blanket. He doesn’t cry, just curls up and lies there in numb misery of feeling too much, thinking too much, knowing too much, and not having the right words to express anything.

The air under the blanket gets too warm to really be comfortable, but he doesn’t want to move. He’s turned into a tree again, as El would put it. Another pang of guilt and misery runs through him, because he doesn’t want to be fucked up like that, fucked up enough for a child to call him a tree because he loses his reality a lot; but then the thought of being a tree almost feels so relieving it makes him want to cry.

Because trees don’t think about their friends dying. Killed. Murdered. By forces greater than this world’s imagination. Trees don’t watch the blood seeping from them over and over again until they lose their minds and go into shock that this world doesn’t support, instead tugging him back and forth until all there is is nothingness, because there is no time to think or feel or process, and once there is time, there is too much to even start. And no one to talk to about it. No one to listen.

If he could turn into a tree and never have a single thought again, he would without hesitation.

But he can’t, so he thinks, and the thinks until he falls asleep and the thoughts turn into memories morphed with fears until it’s Steve who kills them. Steve who fails. And Steve who does it over and over again. In the Upside Down, in Eddie’s trailer, at school, in Mike’s basement.

It’s Steve. Like it was Billy.

[…]

Walking on legs that haven’t quite accommodated to being upright yet, stiff and heavy in the dark of night, Steve makes his way through the forest, tumbling and stumbling, but never enough to make him stop. He’s heaving breaths now, willing the cold air into his lungs to stop everything from feeling so wrong, to break through the haze and the fog and the cotton, to pierce his insides with little pinpricks of ice as December is fast approaching. It only serves to make him more dizzy, his head spinning, glowing spots of black and white appearing in his field of vision until he leans against a tree, catching his breath and holding it.

Holding onto it with whimpers and wheezes and pathetic little groans that make him want to scream. He punches the tree, his hand numb with pain upon impact, his knuckles stiff and scraped up; bloody, even in the pitch black darkness.

Bloody. His hands are always bloody. It stains them, has seeped into his skin, like a reverse tattoo that only he can see. This, though… This is real. It’s his blood.

And so he punches again. And again, until his breath has evened out, and the pain has moved from his arm and his side over to his hand. Over to something real.

He flexes his fingers and watches them, can barely make out their shape, and focuses on the pull of his skin, the scrapes making it feel too tight — but in a real way. In a way that… he’s not going crazy. It’s real. It’s all real. And it’s burning, sizzling along with all of that anger, the grief, the confusion, the complete and utter fucking lostness. The loneliness.

Steve punches the tree one more time, then turns around to put more distance between him and familiar walls and stale air and worried glances so heavy they slowly scrape away the scar tissue growing over all those rawest of feelings.

He walks and walks without direction or destination, simply placing one foot in front of the other as his racing heart calms down and he is overcome with an absolute, all-consuming kind of exhaustion that makes him sway the very second he stops. His eyes are getting heavy, like his body is slowly coming to the realisation that his beside clock said 3:38 a.m. and that he hasn’t slept through the night for some days now, or maybe weeks, always awoken by nightmares — on days that he even dared to fall asleep.

No one should have to feel this kind of exhaustion, Steve thinks. Even after the Russians, after torture and fighting and more torture, followed by running and more running and almost dying in a car crash and then in a fire… Even after all that, he wasn’t as exhausted as he feels right now.

Probably because back then, he had Robin. Robin who would hold his hand, Robin who would share a glance with him and resuscitate everything that died inside of him with just one brave little smile.

God, she was so brave.

Steve leans against a tree, closing his eyes for just one second as he pictures Robin — alive and smiling and determined. Robin, in the passenger seat of his car at ass o’clock in the morning, grumpy and tired, leaning in to give him a hug hello and a hug goodbye. Robin, who would roll her eyes at his antics, his insecurities and his worries — Robin, who would explain hours later, her hand in his, that he had no reason to doubt or worry. That he was fine. That he was perfect. That everything else would slot into place soon and be perfect for him, too. Payback, she’d called it.

Payback, he thinks now as he heaves another breath, willing it through his constricted throat, and just barely keeping himself from screaming. Payback, because he failed. Payback, because he watched her die and nothing, nothing good will ever come out of that.

As much as he will try to save her, she will always have died. As much as he can try to keep her safe this time around, he will always have failed her.

That’s nothing he can take back. Ever. Nothing he can fix. Nothing he can make un-happen.

It’s the cruellest constant.

One that won’t leave him alone. One that won’t let him sleep at night, one that won’t leave his head even for a minute, flooding his consciousness with memories of blood and failure, weighing down his conscience until he can’t fucking breathe, and—

A sob escapes his throat even as he stumbles forward, continuing on his nonexistent path that feels a lot like running, fleeing from this new life, as though he could magically make his way back to the old one. Because they have died. They’re dead. He watched them. This new world won’t fix that. Won’t fix him. And he doesn’t deserve fixing anyway.

So he runs.

#steve harrington #stranger things #time travel steve #Robin who would share a glance with him and resuscitate everything that died inside of him with just one brave little smile #<- that sentence fucks and even i recognise that okay #and also the imagery of grief and trauma turning you into a tree. stagnant. not moving. but still alive. stood there right where you were #always always standing there. and wishing you weren’t fucked up enough to be likened to a tree #and as a reader pointed out: the duality of steve turning into a tree. and then letting out his anger and grief on a tree #but consequently on himself. in symbolic and literal ways #god isn’t this so fucked up?? isn’t this so messed up? #time travel au #DONT MIND ME i just wanna talk about him and all the symbolism i weave around him all day and all night #nobody could ever accuse me of downplaying platonic stobin in this story bc he is so. he’s so. Lost. without her. she’s all he thinks about #he talks to her still even if she won’t answer. he will not survive school with robin not knowing him. with robin hating him nonetheless

[invested-in-your-future]

"Maybe showing more was not necessary"

Ten years.

Three continents

Three different kingdoms.

Nine Volumes

Multiple WoRs.

If the concepts like passage of time, mechanics behind grief and impact of local traditions upon character motivations or behaviour NEVER ever crossed writers minds then:

Very likely very few actually impactful things happened in the story somehow. Or got treated as such

Very likely very few characters actually got a character arc somehow or had to actually deal with either their surroundings or their emotions.

Very likely very few locations actually ended up feeling like real locations or mattered to the story being told.

Very likely more than a few characters outright fell through the earth because you just lost track of where and when which character should be.

Very likely more than a few characters pulled final season of game of thrones and ended up teleporting across the world more than once because you just lost track of when and where and what happened.

Very likely more than a few things ended up having happened "because magic"

It's just amazing how that insta-nails multiple severe issues with rwby writing huh.

#rwby #rwde #hey remember when blake learned fast travel #or when the story would spawn enemies exactly where plot needed them #or when Ruby kind of forgot about severe trauma #or when muktiple characters died and the show moved on #or when the kingdom of technology and science ended up running on magic plot device #or when the show kind of rehashed the exact same endgame for a kingdom multiple times in row doing nothing with it after #or when the show just placed bunch of villages in straight line and called it Mistral #seriously how do you write a story without actually dating when specific thigns happen in it????

[notajoinerofthings]

@ international bands: i am begging you to play in more than just the usual three or four cities

#yes this is me subtweeting the national and the gaslight anthem (and many others) #you do know that other places exist? right? right??? #and that there are people in those other places who'd like to see some live music every now and then without having to travel for hours #smh #was für ein power move es auch einfach wäre alle 5 jahre mal nach deutschland zu kommen #und dann nur in bielefeld flensburg karlsruhe und idk erfurt zu spielen #dann könnten die leute aus berlin hamburg köln und münchen auch mal ein bisschen durch die weltgeschichte fahren - fänd ich nur fair #personal