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B99 + Childhood Friends AU: in which Jake attends each of Amy’s eleven birthdays at the planetarium.

  • 6 year old Jake alternates between pulling little Amy’s pigtails and running around exhibits with her older brothers. 
    • He tires himself out and falls asleep halfway through the afternoon planetarium space show. Mrs. Santiago has to carry him around the museum for half an hour after that, until he’s awake enough to walk around on his own.
  • 7 year old Jake makes it his personal mission to win every single party game that year. Any other kid might cry over how competitive (i.e. mean) Jake is being, but Amy stands her ground and manages to beat him in nearly every game. 
    • In the end, Jake’s the one who’s in tears. Karen has to pick him up early because he’s inconsolable after losing Pin The Ring On Saturn.
  • 8 year old Jake is on his best behavior through the morning (partly because Karen gave him a lengthy talking-to on the car ride over, but also because he’s been kind of subdued overall since Roger left a few months prior). He does go ham on lunch, especially when they bring out Amy’s blue cake. 
    • Mrs. Santiago has to cradle him in her lap during the space show because he has too much of a tummy ache. (The Santiago brothers make fun of him for at least a week after that, but Amy defends him with her life and also sends him a Get Well Soon! card.)
  • 9 year old Jake has just discovered Star Wars and spends most of the party trying to find planet models of Hoth and Tatooine. While the other kids just laugh at him, Amy informs him that Star Wars is both fictional and inaccurate then proceeds to tell him about how awesome the real universe actually is. 
    • The two of them unknowingly break off from the group at some point because Amy’s too engrossed in telling him about the International Space Station, and Jake’s just hanging on to every word she says. They’re officially lost for a whole 12 minutes, but Mrs. Santiago eventually finds them in the full-scale space shuttle replica, laughing and pretending to be space pilots slash jedi. 

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From Coraline to Kubo : A Magical Laika Experience - Universal Studios Hollywood (extremely image heavy)

During the month of August 2016, Universal Studios Hollywood hosted a Laika exhibit wherein characters, sets and props from all four of Laika’s movies to date were displayed. My husband and I had activated our passes on the LAST day of the exhibit. Little did we know, we had to make reservations to attend! It took some convincing, but the staff let us into this AWESOME display!

The first room was, of course, Coraline. This area featured real animation puppets, that I believe had been used on screen; and a massive Pink Palace Apartments display. (please excuse the phone quality photos)

Next was Paranorman! The displays beyond Coraline used display maquettes as opposed to actual animation puppets. However, the quality was still screen worthy. All of the props and sets still breathtakingly detailed.

The victorian-inspired details of The Boxtrolls displays were gorgeous, even in all their lopsided quirkiness.

Before diving into the Kubo displays, we took a moment to appreciate exactly HOW much work is put into these films. This is just a TINY fraction, of how many face plates these characters use. Can you count all of these?

And lastly, the fantastic Kubo displays.

This room (pictured below) was massive. It stretched back so deep, and every tiny item was crafted with full real-life detail.

The leaf boat was HUGE. It towered above the display walls (and they weren’t short).

But what was the real monster here? The skeleton! There was a little scale replica of him. (I swear… 1/100 scale? lol!)

But no… They had a full sized replica. I don’t feel the photos really bring it across, but he was HUGE. The last photo was taken underneath him, with my arms fully stretched upward over my head, holding the phone for the photo.

This event was so quietly advertised - and not simple to get into either! I feel it was a shame it was so temporary, and I wish so many more people had access to see these amazing puppets and sets. I truly treasured this experience, and look forward to what Laika has in store for the future.


like if eiffel/minkowski are the jester/mentor soulmates, eiffel/hilbert are the ethically ambiguous ‘what are we’ subject/scientist duo, and eiffel/hera are just…fuyckn…in love, then eiffel and lovelace have the potential to have the best brother/sister dynamic:

  • eiffel and lovelace who constantly rag on each other, teasing and giving the occasional (read: at least once daily) punch in the arm as a sign of affection; except Lovelace’s punches do considerable damage to Eiffel, but he is King Of The Noogie
  • [From the other room]: ‘MINKOWSKIIIIIIII!!!!! LOVELACE BROKE MY SCALE MODEL REPLICA OF THE MILLENIUM FALCON!’ / ‘It was made of a post it note you dweeb!’  
  • *so many momkowski head shakes*
  • ‘that’s my toothbrush’ / ‘umm, no it isn’t.’ / ‘[together]…shit.’ 
  • the pair of them confessing to one another that they’re gay as heck (Eiffel as a bisexual space disaster, and Lovelace as the perfect astro lesbian we all know and love) which a) leads to ‘i bet i can get that girl’s number first’ squabbles when they both go weak at the knees for cute girls in bars and b) Eiffel probably losing and c) Lovelace compensating by scoring him the number of the lead singer from the live band all in the space of ten minutes
  • They become the ‘ride or die’ siblings; Eiffel making sure that Lovelace knows that he is there for her no matter what, and ready to tackle any problem head-on with her, and becoming one of the only people Lovelace feels immediately comfortable around. Building on their rocky start, his welcoming demeanour and ability to instantly sympathise becomes charming, and something she admires
  • Lovelace assuring Eiffel that she’s got his back in whatever fight, but reminds him that she can still kick his ass if he gets out of line with the drinking again; ‘We’ve both gone to hell and back multiple times alone, but now I’m here to wrench you back out of it’
  • cinemasinning together
  • eiffel giving a heartfelt speech at Lovelace’s wedding which nobody understands because he’s speaking in references again, but cut to Lovelace and she’s in tears of joy and love
  • telepathic sibling conversations via distinct looks such as: ‘minkowski is going to kill us’ and ‘please don’t kill minkowski’ and ‘there’s extra pie in the fridge, I’ll distract her while you stealth in there and I’ll meet you back in my room in fourteen’

What a character!

Eddie Redmayne’s roles in iconic stories have seen him become the subject of off-screen imagery and merchandising — from fan-made creations to major image licensing.

1. “Unofficial colouring book,” part of a series of celebrity booklets, by Mel Elliott.

2. Balem Abrasax and Marius paper dolls by Cory Jensen.

3. Marius Muppet on Les Mis parody, “Les Mousserables” on Sesame Street.

4. Fan-made Marius and Newt Scamander dolls sold on Etsy.

5. Eddie portrait as Lili Elbe, in the style of Gerda Wegener, commissioned for use in The Danish Girl.

6. Funko Pop figurines of Newt Scamander.

7. Star Ace Toys Ltd. scale size replica doll of Newt Scamander. 

8. Newt Scamander emoji for Twitter from Warner Bros.

9. Lego Dimensions Newt Scamander for Fantastic Beasts.

10. Eddie Redmayne 2016 calendar, sold on eBay (until photographers challenged unauthorized use of their work for profit).

11. Eddie as Jack Jackson in Pillars of the Earth video game from Daedalic Entertainment.

When it’s Sunday night at 11 pm and you remember the 12 assignments, 5 exams and the full scale replica of the Sistine chapel all due on Monday that you forgot to do

Jesters and Fools

It’s so tough going through the #clownpets tag because it’s filled with fish? And random fandom stuff? And all I’m trying to do is see how quickly I can introduce my young Fool to my mature Jester.

I know jesters are a pretty solitary breed, but it’s common knowledge that they do enjoy a young playmate as a sort of apprentice after they reach maturity.

I recently acquired a rescue that is a cross between a Anglio Fool and a French Juggler and he’s very happy with the toys and props I’ve provided but I know he’d love some guidance on the more delicate areas of Clowning Around that need to be taught and aren’t instinctual.

I’m just trying to see people’s advice on when I can start introducing him to my purebred Jester and the Jester’s territory (His small scale medieval court replica). Any thoughts or guidance?


For my final in my overview art history class, we had the choice of a 10 page paper or a scaled replica of a work of art and a two page paper. I opted for the project and decided I was going to make a life size replica of John Singer Sargent’s Madame X. This was either very stupid or incredibly brave. Either way, by some miracle I’m almost done??!?!?! And I’m so proud. I’ll post a picture when it’s actually done!

MBTI as shit I’ve done

ESFJ: We had a project in 6th grade where we had to write nice things anonymously under every student’s name, wrote “self-centered” under one girl’s name and got the project cancelled, then started a rumor that that very girl had written “girly” under another boy’s name and it was her fault

ENTP: Put off a 9 month project until the last day, learned to bake medieval bread in 3 hours and wrote a paper about it, printed it out 20 minutes before class and presented it along with a powerpoint titled “Bready or Not: Here I Crumb”

INTP: Slept through 80% of my 9 am Astronomy lecture, got an A on the midterm while my friend who took notes every day got a B

ENFP: Brought my pet fish to school in his tank, then took him out to recess and accidentally dropped the poor bastard and his tank down a huge dirt hill

INFJ:  Convinced my friends I was psychic, then tried to predict how much change my friend had in her pocket, magically got it right, then thought I was actually psychic and went crying to my mom bc i was afraid of my own power

ISFJ: In 2nd grade, gave my pet tarantula Aragog a big bug that my dad caught for him to eat as a special birthday treat, but it turned out to be a tarantula wasp and it laid eggs inside my pet and killed him and I cried for like two days

ENTJ: Convinced everyone on a field trip to this science center that rock candy was actually real rocks that would clog your intestines and offered to “properly dispose” of them so every single person in class gave me their candy

ESTP: Lit a toaster on fire trying to make smores and grabbed the burning toaster with rubber gloves and tossed it out the window onto the concrete patio, smashing it to bits

ISTP: Built an exact scale replica of a surburban family home out of toothpicks and glue in 7 hours, then lit that shit on fire just to see what arson would be like

ENFJ: Baked a huge chocolate cake with “go gay” written on it with icing and brought it to school the next day for a friend who had been dumped by a girl

INTJ: Became known as the best speller in my 3rd grade class and demanded that if someone wanted a word spelled they had to greet me with “Genius” and bow their heads like the frickin godfather

INFP: Wrote a fable in 7th grade about a girl with a deformity who had the power to dream up magical worlds and then went to live in one, then the teacher called my parents and i realized it looked like i actually wrote a story about a deformed girl locked in the basement who then got beaten to death by her parents

ESFP: Came to school on april fool’s day in 7th grade in a short black wig with a bag full of fake cockroaches and teamed up with my friend to put an actual real dead snake in a girl’s backpack to embarrass her at lunch

ISFP: Decided to be emo in 8th grade and demanded my mom take me to Hot Topic for a new wardrobe, but she saw right through me and I complained for hours about how she expected me to be emo with clothes from walmart

ESTJ: In elementary school, we had a “reading hour” in which we read a storybook of our choice to our peers. I chose a book that had nothing in it but the world’s longest word, a 189,000 letter amino acid, and forced everyone to listen to me

ISTJ: Did homework once

Studio Ghibli is getting it’s own mini theme park based on My Neighbor Totoro! Now don’t expect  anything like dark rides and flat rides. As this will very much be an experience according to variety that will have guests enjoying the nature around them that Totoro and his friends live in. 

The park is going to be built near the former world fair site of 2005 in Nagoya which is located inside Aichi Prefecture. Reason why is Ghibli already built a full scale replica of the home from My Neighbor Totoro so they can continue the park around that idea.

anonymous asked:

What is your headcanon for what happened to Nora post-series? I know we don't really KNOW if she was a controller or not but I feel Marco would have figured it out if she was. He wouldn't even date a girl in 25 without making sure and he has no idea if his stepmother is one? Regardless of what he told Peter...Like I get what he did and why to put his family back together but damn do I wonder what happened to Nora after that. So cold.

[First of all: Nora is ALMOST CERTAINLY not a controller before Marco saves Peter, and Marco is an ice-cold mofo who should be ashamed of himself.  Secondly: you have inspired a ficlet within my Eleutherophobia ‘verse; I hope you don’t mind.]

Tom gets the call about a week after Visser One’s trial ends, and raps out an automatic “Matter Over Mind, this is Tom, how can I help you?” with the receiver sandwiched between his shoulder and his ear.

“Hi,” the woman on the other end says.  “I’m not… Not a member or anything, but…”

Tom waits patiently as she continues to mumble, not in the least because he can’t be certain that this isn’t more of Loren’s Mystery Shopper routine.  She’ll sneak-attack him with the strangest requests imaginable to train him in how to respond, and he’s learned the hard way that any time Loren wants to disguise her voice, the lady can morph.

“I saw the footage of the trial on TV,” the woman says at last.  “And… And I wanted to ask about Marco Alvarez.”

Tom nearly hangs up the phone right there, because he’s had to entertain more celebrity-seeking crap than he ever wants to think about in the weeks since Matter Over Mind started generating its own press, and he’s not in the mood for more.

The only thing that stops him is the faint slur in the way that she says “Marco,” under-prounouncing that “r” sound and one or two others.  Ex-hosts display the whole range of speech impediments, from near-nonverbal communication to precise perfection.  Eva and Tom both tend to fall into the same pattern of using correct inflection at the expense of tone; many other hosts have natural rhythms but imprecise consonants or other verbal tics.  The only time Tom ever asked Steve about it over dinner, he spent the next thirty minutes nodding politely through Steve’s incomprehensible neurobabble while Jean made hmmming noises and Jake fell asleep at the table.

Whatever the cause, there’s no mistaking it.  This isn’t Loren, and it’s not a random civilian either.

Tom gives her the scripted line—“I’m afraid we don’t have much contact with Mr. Alvarez as an organization, but the number of his agent is listed online”—but tries to do so as gently as possible.  

“No, no, that’s all right,” the woman says.  “I was just… I was hoping you’d be able to tell me how he’s doing.  Whether he’s sleeping, getting enough to eat, whether he’s taking care of himself…”

And now Tom has circled right back around to wondering whether this lady is yet another Animorph-stalker, zombie or not.  He glances across the office at Eva, who is currently muttering to herself in Spanish as she balances this month’s Matter Over Mind budget, and decides against asking her for help. “May I ask who’s calling?” he says carefully.

“I knew about the nightmares already.  Marco’s, that is.  The rest of it, the trauma, the panic attacks, I probably could have guessed.  He was—he is—a good kid.  He never liked me, but that never stopped him from making an effort to be polite, to welcome me…”  She clears her throat, clearly gathering her thoughts.  “And I knew that he was sad.  That he was carrying a lot of weight, a lot of fear.  Of course, I never knew why.  Not until…”

Tom waits, but nothing else is coming.  “Until they infested you?” he suggests.  “Was that when you knew, Mrs. Robbinette?”

“Please, just Nora,” she says, apparently missing that she never gave him her name.

Of course, Tom’s no fool, and he had her for ninth-grade Algebra.  Even if he didn’t recognize her voice at first, he can put two and two together.

“What would you like to know?” he asks.  He’s hardly going to give away Marco’s address or personal number, but he’s also starting to suspect that her concern is genuine.

“I’m not looking to contact him,” Nora says hastily.  “Or Peter.  It’s… I moved to San Francisco, to get away from it all, and I don’t want to reopen old wounds, because I have a job here, and Antoine and I are…”  She clears her throat.

While waiting for her to get her thoughts together, Tom glances up and gets a jolt.  Eva is sitting with her own phone—which he can clearly see from the blinking green light is connected to the same call as his—resting lightly against her left ear.  She’s giving him her patented I wasn’t born yesterday look, somewhere between incredulity and amusement.

“Um.”  Tom scrambles for something to say to either one of them.  “Um, Mrs.—Nora?  Would you be willing to talk to E—to Mrs. Alvarez instead?”

“Would she be willing to talk to me?” Nora asks softly.

Tom glances up again.  Eva’s expression has now slid fully into amusement.

“Yes,” he says.  “Yes she would.”

“Then yes, I’d like that very much.”

Eva continues to stare pointedly at Tom until he takes a hint and hangs up his own line.  She listens for a few minutes, says, “Of course I appreciate you taking care of them, what kind of possessive bruja do you take me for?” and then laughs at whatever response she gets.

Tom does his best to focus very, very hard on the graphic design for the fresh set of pamphlets that advertise Matter Over Mind’s brand-new paid counseling services.

“Well, he has yet to learn that simply because he can buy a working jetpack off the internet, that doesn’t mean he should buy a working jetpack off the internet,” Eva says.  “I’ll spare you the description of the to-scale replica of the Millennium Falcon he’s got in his backyard, because by the end of it you’d have as many white hairs as I do.”