TheSlowPath
Benedict Cumberbatch  - Ohh, Captain...
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Watching Hannibal's last episode "Relevés"
oxboxer: ABBY MY HEART
eleatiri: hahaha
choo: nOO
oxboxer: ABBYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
eleatiri: so
AfterBakerStreet: IN THIS LIFE
oxboxer: NO
oxboxer: NOOOOOOOO
bato: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
choo: GODDAMNIT
Dudewrath: upset am I
oxboxer: HOW CAN IT END THERE
choo: JGHDKAJ
samszym: aahhhhhhhh
AllegroRubato: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
choo: NO
choo: WHY?
choo: WHY
oxboxer: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
choo: HGJDG
AcmSpud: NO
AllegroRubato: WHAT IS THIS SHOW'S PROBLEM
oxboxer: let's see
allegro this show's problem is that it's about hannibal lecter????
oxboxer: just a thought
oxboxer: WILL
eleatiri: this wouldn't have happened if Beverly were here
AllegroRubato: BUT I THOUGHT HANNIBAL WOULD JUST COOK AND THROW PARTIES
AllegroRubato: WHY WOULD HE KILL PEOPLE
choo: srgjdslg
choo: scrmeangjsdg
oxboxer: allegro
Dudewrath: ALLEGRO PLS
eleatiri: my god
samszym: I thought this was about the punic war with the elephants
AllegroRubato: SAM
Dudewrath: sam hahahahahhahaa
samszym: :|
oxboxer: ROLLS AROUND ON FLOOR
choo: oH
oxboxer: SCREAMS AND CRIES ON FLOOR
Livestream OFF!!

I’m livestreaming Left4Dead to start with :)

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Edit: I’m streaming ep 12 of Hannibal now ^_^, come join in :)

10 Facts About Me

1. I was a gymnast for 8 years, though I continued to train awhile after that. Just not in a competitive strain.

2. I have been a WAG Judge for about 6 or 7 years now. I can judge up to National Level 10 at State Championships as a Head Judge.

3. I play violin and piano (at school I played Alto Saxophone for a year). Though I need to practise quite a bit. I learn through the Suzuki Method.

4. I love to read books. Even if they are terrible I can’t help myself, I have to read to the end :( I think there has only been a few times where I couldn’t get to the end.

5. I trained to be a life guard, but the program was discontinued just before I went to get my Bronze Star.

6. I train at a gym once a week, doing a HITS program (High Intensity Training [I can’t remember what the S stands for xD])

7. I am a yellow belt at my Mixed Martial Arts club. In 3 months I’m going for my green belt.

8. When I was younger I lived all over the country because my dad was in the Navy.

9. I have a Bachelor of Games and Interactive Entertainment majoring in Animation. It was a pilot program when I was accepted, so we were the guinea pigs.

10. I’m getting another Bachelor Degree, this time in Interactive Entertainment, but still majoring in Animation. This course is much more developed and specialised. It uses a trimester system so I will complete the course in 2 years.

Anyone want to play some games on Steam, like Killing Floor, Counter-Strike or Day of Defeat?

Just add me, I’m currently Elea Tiri :)

saber-master:

twothaumatropes:

shermansgallifreyan:

oxboxer:

feferipixies:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

everythingis19:

cosmicsyzygy:

Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!

DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING
I NEVER REALIZED

are you serious
I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.
FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD
YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD

can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too
like voldemort couldnt even do that shit
molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that
who are you

Quick, somebody write a book series about the adventures of Magic Prodigy Science Wizard!!!
PLEASE SOMEONE JUST DO IT

Alan Baker had no use for wands, of course. If one were to Prior Incantato his outdated, duct-taped rod of walnut wood and dragon heartstring, its most recent use would have been the enchantment of the long-lived neurons in Alan’s own mind. This enchantment, possible only for those who were capable of seeing themselves as a complex amalgamation of neural impulses, allowed him to bypass both wands and words. Alan did this, not for show, not for power, but because wandwork distracted him from his reading.
Unfortunately, there was no legal spell to get rid of barflies.
“Hey- hey mate, you gotta- gotta minute to-“
Sobrius, Alan thought, placing one hand on his neighbor’s forehead without looking up. He pondered whether or not to cast a silencing barrier, even in violation of the Leaky Cauldron’s safety code.
“Thanks,” said the now-sober man, “Readin’ more of that Muggle trash, I see.”
Alan closed his eyes and counted to three, but when he opened them, the man was still there. Alan lowered his “muggle trash” in defeat, meeting the baggy, bloodshot eyes of the wizard sitting across from him.
Alan leaned forward, placing his hands steeple-like on the table. “Mr. Fletcher, do you know why time turners don’t send you into space?”
“The sky, y’mean? Cause they’re fer time turnin’, not apparation.”
Alan had to take a deep breath. “No,” he replied, “If time turners weren’t anchored to anything, the Earth’s rotation alone would be enough to ensure a time traveler’s demise. But someone at the ministry was clever enough to anchor them to a carefully guarded object that never moves relative to the Earth.”
“Fascinat’n,” slurred Mundungus, whose eyes had glazed over once it became clear that Alan didn’t actually have a time turner on him.
“But time turners are still very limited,” continued Alan, more to himself than to Mundungus, “They can’t go more than seven hours back, and not forward at all, and only in increments of one hour, and they only work on Earth… no, they’re very clumsy, if one truly pauses to think about it.”
“What’s yer point?”
“My point is that while wizards are slowly stagnating in their backwards remnant of the Dark Ages, Muggles are making progress, ever reaching for the light. Do you know that they don’t need magic to craft a hand of living silver?”
“Bah,” was Mundungus’s only reply, “You’d be best mates with that Weasley nutcase at the ministry, you would.”
Alan stood up, silently casting an infantes gelata to check for paradoxes. “I don’t know why I bother with you,” he sighed, “you’ve just wasted another two minutes of my time. Perhaps I bother because I have time to waste.”
And he twisted, as if to apparate, but instead faded out of existence with a distinct vworp. The air swirled in the wake of his departure, blowing back Mundungus’s straggly ginger hair.
“Muggleborns,” the short wizard muttered, then turned back to his drink.
••••••••
Thirty minutes earlier, Alan lounged contentedly within his quieting barrier, stirring his cup of tea absently and rereading one of his favourite Muggle books. He wondered, vaguely, which planet held the nearest sapient life, and what their magic would look like…

Reblogging fanfic and DONT EVEN CAREEE

I think we found Rowling’s next series!!!

saber-master:

twothaumatropes:

shermansgallifreyan:

oxboxer:

feferipixies:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

everythingis19:

cosmicsyzygy:

Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!

DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING

I NEVER REALIZED

are you serious

I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.

FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD

YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD

can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too

like voldemort couldnt even do that shit

molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that

who are you

Quick, somebody write a book series about the adventures of Magic Prodigy Science Wizard!!!

PLEASE SOMEONE JUST DO IT

Alan Baker had no use for wands, of course. If one were to Prior Incantato his outdated, duct-taped rod of walnut wood and dragon heartstring, its most recent use would have been the enchantment of the long-lived neurons in Alan’s own mind. This enchantment, possible only for those who were capable of seeing themselves as a complex amalgamation of neural impulses, allowed him to bypass both wands and words. Alan did this, not for show, not for power, but because wandwork distracted him from his reading.

Unfortunately, there was no legal spell to get rid of barflies.

“Hey- hey mate, you gotta- gotta minute to-“

Sobrius, Alan thought, placing one hand on his neighbor’s forehead without looking up. He pondered whether or not to cast a silencing barrier, even in violation of the Leaky Cauldron’s safety code.

“Thanks,” said the now-sober man, “Readin’ more of that Muggle trash, I see.”

Alan closed his eyes and counted to three, but when he opened them, the man was still there. Alan lowered his “muggle trash” in defeat, meeting the baggy, bloodshot eyes of the wizard sitting across from him.

Alan leaned forward, placing his hands steeple-like on the table. “Mr. Fletcher, do you know why time turners don’t send you into space?”

“The sky, y’mean? Cause they’re fer time turnin’, not apparation.”

Alan had to take a deep breath. “No,” he replied, “If time turners weren’t anchored to anything, the Earth’s rotation alone would be enough to ensure a time traveler’s demise. But someone at the ministry was clever enough to anchor them to a carefully guarded object that never moves relative to the Earth.”

“Fascinat’n,” slurred Mundungus, whose eyes had glazed over once it became clear that Alan didn’t actually have a time turner on him.

“But time turners are still very limited,” continued Alan, more to himself than to Mundungus, “They can’t go more than seven hours back, and not forward at all, and only in increments of one hour, and they only work on Earth… no, they’re very clumsy, if one truly pauses to think about it.”

“What’s yer point?”

“My point is that while wizards are slowly stagnating in their backwards remnant of the Dark Ages, Muggles are making progress, ever reaching for the light. Do you know that they don’t need magic to craft a hand of living silver?”

“Bah,” was Mundungus’s only reply, “You’d be best mates with that Weasley nutcase at the ministry, you would.”

Alan stood up, silently casting an infantes gelata to check for paradoxes. “I don’t know why I bother with you,” he sighed, “you’ve just wasted another two minutes of my time. Perhaps I bother because I have time to waste.”

And he twisted, as if to apparate, but instead faded out of existence with a distinct vworp. The air swirled in the wake of his departure, blowing back Mundungus’s straggly ginger hair.

“Muggleborns,” the short wizard muttered, then turned back to his drink.

••••••••

Thirty minutes earlier, Alan lounged contentedly within his quieting barrier, stirring his cup of tea absently and rereading one of his favourite Muggle books. He wondered, vaguely, which planet held the nearest sapient life, and what their magic would look like…

Reblogging fanfic and DONT EVEN CAREEE

I think we found Rowling’s next series!!!

SON OF A BITCH!!!

I just noticed that half of my Steam games have been uninstalled and won’t allow me to re-install them.

What kind of sick, twisted individual(s) does this to a person?!

GOD DAMN IT!!!

This is a WIP for a birthday gift. Dean is looking in wonder at a pie (not shown).
Now onto Castiel ^_^

This is a WIP for a birthday gift. Dean is looking in wonder at a pie (not shown).

Now onto Castiel ^_^

thischarmingmanic:

I ship Will Graham and proper medical care.

Livestream!!! :(

Curse you!