shadow tech

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An Emoji Spell that everything will be alright.

No matter what, you will be safe, happy, and flourishing. Do not fear loss or pain, as nothing will come that you cannot overcome. This is just a process.

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american gods episode 1 : the bone orchard

We have reprogrammed reality. Language is a virus, religion an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam.

For years now, some of the best, wildest, most moving or revealing stories we’ve been telling ourselves have come not from books, movies or TV, but from video games. So we’re running an occasional series, Reading The Game, in which we take a look at some of these games from a literary perspective. This week: A storytelling failure.

On a crag of volcanic rock, overlooking the wastes of Udun, I crouch silently in the rain, watching the orc hordes of Mordor milling around below me.

They march and they argue. They taunt their human slaves and, when they pass close enough, I can hear them talking about me — Talion, called Gravewalker, murdered Captain of Gondor brought back to life by magic and the influence of my mostly-invisible elf/wraith buddy, Celebrimbor, who is a ghost that lives in my head.

They fear me, these orcs. As they should. Thirty or so hours into the game and I am a Middle Earth murder machine, capable of slowing time, teleporting, exploding orc heads with my magical elf powers. I can orchestrate a ballet of death — by dagger, by sword, by bow and explosion and poison and mind-control — that is as ferocious as it is beautiful.

But instead, I sit still, watching, waiting. In the distance, my nemesis (my current nemesis, the one who hates me most for this ten minutes) walks in stupid circles, just out of my sight. His name is Malmug Face-Stabber. Or something like that. I forget exactly what he’s called, because I have already hung so many of his kind on the end of my sword that they all blend together. He is Malmug The Plot Device, really. And as I sit and wait I wonder why the makers of Shadow Of Mordor didn’t include a button that would make Talion sigh.

I am bored out of my elf-inhabited mind.

Reading The Game: Shadow Of Mordor

Photo: Marian Carrasquero/NPR

Looking for witch blogs to follow!

Since this is a new blog and I’m just starting out as a witch, I’d really like to find some more blogs to follow.

Reblog if you post about:

- green witchcraft
- kitchen witchcraft
- eclectic witchcraft
- tech witchcraft
- witch tips
- divination (tarot cards, runes, pendulums, etc.)
- altars
- spells, sigils, etc.
- book of shadows
- crystals
- nature
- witchy aesthetics (outfits, crystals, inspiration, etc.)

Follow-backs are appreciated as well! I make custom sigils and emoji spells. Let me know if you’d like one made for you.

Thanks!

anonymous asked:

Hi what about a cook Tony au who rebelled against Howard when he was 15 and outta mit and opened a small restaurant with Jarvis and learned to cook. He hides his identity as a stark and works with Jarvis to make people happy. Mob boss Steve has to attend Bucky's birthday there and falls for the cooking and then after meeting Tony he falls for the chef too. Tony who knows steve's identity as a mob boss & loves him pretends to be oblivious but helps him from the shadows as the tech whiz iron Man!!

A mob/foodie crossover fic?  Sounds great to me!  We don’t have enough mob fics and Chef!Tony would be adorable.  I think there are a lot of technical and scientific aspects to cooking where I can definitely see Tony being good at it.  Plus, he loves beauty, we know that from his armor. While Steve may be the traditional artist, Tony’s no slouch either!  I think he could come up with some amazing creations.

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Emoji Spell for protecting and helping our beautiful LGBTQ+ community, all of those who are persecuted for who they love or who they are. You are loved by the witch community.

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  • LD: This guy in the white shirt is killing me. You know, we need to hire only good looking musicians.
  • LBD: Yea man, we need those movie quality musicians, who are well dressed in sequins and what not. This is being filmed.
  • LD: Yea, this should be audio only which would really help with my lighting cues.
  • Student shadow: Man you guys are worse than some of us high schoolers.
  • LBO: Thank goodness it's like we never have to grow up in this business.
  • LD: It's like my union card is also my card to remain an adolescent.
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{One that has particularly touched my heart, so much.}

An Emoji Spell for the  victims and families of the victims of the bus crash in Tennessee. May the survivors be healed, may the families find solace after this horrible loss, and may the lost souls find peace. You are missed.

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anonymous asked:

imagine request! s76, reaper, and reinhardt's reactions to being protected by and losing their s/o? thank you so much for the amazing imagines you write, they're so well done!

Tysm anon!
This was both fun and painful to write and I now need at least a bathtub full of cotton candy to recover from that angst.

Requests are open!

Warnings: Character death, implied suicide (in Reaperโ€™s chapter)

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An emoji spell for a calm, fun, fulfilling, and food-filled thanksgiving, that also sends energy and intention to those who have less and are enduring loss or hunger this season. Send love in all directions.

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Spite

Josh Dun Imagine

Heck yeah I will. Also thank you, youโ€™re so nice omg.

Words: 3,083

Warnings: Strong language!

โ€œWhat? No, I said in the living room,โ€ you grumbled into your cellphone, jumbling two tubes of floor plans and two cups off coffee.ย โ€œYe- wait no, the silver clock goes in the kitchen. Ask Erin, he should know.โ€ The call ended, leaving you in a bad mood.ย โ€œI literally asked her to do one thing for me. One!โ€ You said, talking to yourself in a disgruntled manner. Your friend from college was suppose to be directing the movers into your new apartment, but apparently that was going down horribly with your absence.

As of yesterday, you were a newly hired intern for the lighting crew for Twenty One Pilots short, three month in-country tour. Mostly shadowing the lighting tech and making sure the artists were set. It wasnโ€™t hard to land the gig being the singerโ€™s cousin-in-law. It was nice to get to bond with Tyler, but hard to treat the whole thing as a real job. Basically all you had to do was run some errands here and there. Other than that, you were free to do whatever. At the moment, Tyler had asked you to get coffee and the crew needed the plans for the first day of tour. You still hadnโ€™t yet met Josh, Tylerโ€™s best friend and the drummer of the band.ย 

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Motion Silhouette

Japanese childrens book that features pop-up shapes to cast shadows for the reader to bring motion to its story - video embedded below:

(Google Translation:)

This book is his second picture book that changes its shape depending on the environment.

I will begin to talk about the story and illustrations shadow falls on top of the page overlap. In this work, you can enjoy the animation of shadow phantasmagoric by you move the light. Trees and become bigger and bigger, which aims to train a distant star. Story that changes depending on the page falling shadows, shadows move around the top of the page.

Please enjoy the silhouette meaning and shape change in various ways.

You can find out more at the motion-silhouette Tumblr page here

Lost

As adorable as all the Olicity fluff had been this season, I need angst and feels.  So, this fic was born.

Oliver slowly parked his motorcycle and dialed Felicity’s number one more time, hoping that she would pick up.  He had probably called her a hundred times knowing she wouldn’t answer but somehow hearing her cheery message, Hey it’s Felicity Smoak! Sorry I can’t answer but I’m a bit tied up right now, well not literally, but – just leave a message, allowed him to hold onto a small piece of her.  However, as the hours ticked by the panic had begun to weigh on his bones, pulling at his limbs until all he wanted to do was give up – to lie down and hope that when he opened his eyes Felicity was lying in their bed, curled up next to him.  As thoughts of his love swirled in his mind, the team had sent him home.  convincing him that the best way to find Felicity was to be at his absolute best, which required sleep.  But he knew the instant he closed his eyes he would be right back in the moment.  The moment he heard that Palmer Tech was under attack.  The moment he heard Felicity was under attack.  His thoughts wandered dangerously.  He knew that she could be bleeding from a bullet wound or tied up, somewhere in Damien Dahrk’s secret domain.  He continued up the steps of the loft wondering where he could look.  He needed to find her, to hold her.

As he opened the door to the loft a soft voice broke his thoughts. “There you are! I’ve been waiting forever. One of the shadows broke into Palmer Tech and destroyed my phone, among many other things, but my phone was most important in terms of contacting you.”

“Felicity,” Oliver breathed.

“We really need to work out a system for getting in touch during situations like this.  I had to get home as quickly as possible, without being picked up by a security camera. So that ruled out borrowing a phone in a store or using a phone booth –do they even make those anymore?– anyway, I tried to call. ”

He couldn’t believe that she was here, safe in their home. He walked toward her hesitantly, hoping his sleep deprived mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.  Her babbling faltered under his piercing gaze.

”Oh, Oliver,” she whispered, “you didn’t think I was … Did you?”

Oliver couldn’t force his mouth to say anything.  His relief that she was there and safe overpowered all of his thoughts and he brought his hand up to her face.  He hesitated, inches from her skin.  Slowly his fingers brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.  His hand cupped her face and he leaned down to rest his forehead on hers.  He closed his eyes and sighed, allowing their breath to mingle in the narrow space between them.

“It’s okay, Oliver,”  Felicity promised, “I’m okay.”

Pulling away, just a fraction of an inch, Oliver looked deep in Felicity’s eyes.  “No,” he growled, “It’s not okay.  Dahrk will not get away with this.”  Then, with a force that surprised him, Oliver dragged Felicity to him until he could feel her every curve on his body.  Hooking his elbow behind her neck he tugged her mouth to his.   He lost himself in the taste of her lips, the normal sweetness of her lipstick and the salty tang of tears.   Felicity grabbed fistfulls of his shirt and pulled him closer, causing him to stumble forward and pin her between his body and the wooden pillar.  He reached down and picked her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist.  His hands slipped beneath her skirt, squeezing her thighs and pulling her ever closer.  

Oliver pulled his lips from Felicity’s and left a trail of kisses along her jaw, stopping at the soft spot right below her ear.  As Oliver attacked the spot, Felicity tilted her head back and let out a moan.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her lips back on his.  Oliver pulled away from the pillar and walked the two of them to their bedroom.  Felicity, still wrapped in Oliver’s warm embrace, lightly bit his lower lip, gently tugging until he groaned.  He tossed her carefully on the bed and pinned her beneath his body.  As they dissolved into the warmth of their bed, the world melted away, leaving only the soft tangle of their bodies and the love in their hearts.