imaginary circus

Writer, fangirl, bon vivant. My interests are all over the map. I love good stories however they come packaged.

Liker of coffee and words. Occasionally cranky. tumblr elderly. I apologize in advance for my tags.


I really hope that The LBD team do Emma next, but I’m also terrified because it’s my favorite. (And I love this version so much.)

Posted on Feb. 7, 2013

"…Elmo placed a red mitt to his cheek as the officer and Spider-Man grappled on the sidewalk…" (source)


"…Elmo placed a red mitt to his cheek as the officer and Spider-Man grappled on the sidewalk…" (source)




Misha Collins joins the transformative works panel!

Glad people liked the panel! We’ll have a writeup with more photos tomorrow….

Awesome panel last night! Thanks to everyone who came! Especially Flourish, Henry, Aron, Orlando & Misha!

LOL when one of your closest friends is just out of frame.

No, I wasn’t going to eat that, bird friend. You go right ahead.

Bertie had dental surgery today and is loopy as hell. This is the best photo I could get because he couldn’t stop rolling around on my feet.

May the force be ever in your favor, Harry.
Gandalf (The Chronicles of Narnia)

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Samantha and Geronimo

There are moments of extreme sadness that only a true love’s kiss can make go away, or, a dog double dutching excitedly.

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Pretty sure this is an old troll post from 3 or 4 years ago. I found it on LJ from 2011. I think it was also on 4chan.

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Those are the traditional gifts for wedding anniversaries. Are they actually suggesting tombstones for 90th anniversary gifts?

I just looked up the history of ketchup, for no good reason. Just that I’d always wondered. Wikipedia says originally Chinese, then Malay—then brought by Brit explorers to the Colonies. And originally it was made with lots of things. Shellfish. Mushrooms. But in American it became tomato based.

I found this 200+ year old recipe for making some. (The silver spoon makes sense because tomatoes are acidic and reactive against many metals. They didn’t have stainless steel cookware in 1801.)

  1. Get [the tomatoes] quite ripe on a dry day, squeeze them with your hands till reduced to a pulp, then put half a pound of fine salt to one hundred tomatoes, and boil them for two hours.
  2. Stir them to prevent burning.
  3. While hot press them through a fine sieve, with a silver spoon till nought but the skin remains, then add a little mace, 3 nutmegs, allspice, cloves, cinnamon, ginger, and pepper to taste.
  4. Boil over a slow fire till quite thick, stir all the time.
  5. Bottle when cold.
  6. One hundred tomatoes will make four or five bottles and keep good for two or three years.

He was falling asleep and I was lying next to him. We do that sometimes because he goes to sleep much earlier than I do. Then I get up and read and fail to hydrate. (I am sitting her with a 2/3s of a smart water from Monday and a bottle of Poland Spring from Tuesday. We’re one hour into Wed. This doesn’t look good.)

Anyway. He said, “I know it’s still July, but I’ve started thinking it’s August already. Because it’s going to be here so fast. But it’s still really July.”

-silence for a minute

"OH MY GOD! It’s the 22nd! I missed our anniversary!"


"Oh, no. It’s still July. I thought it was weird that you didn’t say anything. I thought you’d at least make a post on tumblr about how I’m a jerk because I forgot our wedding anniversary."

me: crying with laughter into my pillow like Edward Cullen on his wedding night.


when you leave your three year old brother in your room with your mac. 

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I don’t know how I feel about this at all. The site is slow right now. IDK if it’s my connection or if the site is getting slammed because article in NYTs. Actual metadata used from social media to map cats.


This week is dedicated to the An Unfortunate Lily Maid scene. Submit your own posts or reblog what we post each day.


You know. This was a tactical error in some ways. Because these posts make me want to TELL YOU THINGS. I AM SO EXCITED.

Instead I will ramble. What I have always loved about this scene from the book/film is that Anne is playing a corpse. Elaine, The Lady of Shalott, is being shipped down the river on her funeral barge. And of course Anne is like THAT’S A GREAT IDEA. LET’S DO THAT.

No surprise that Elaine appeals to Anne so deeply. She’s beautiful and cursed. She weaves constantly and watches the world only in a mirror. She’s not allowed to gaze directly at it. Then she sees Lancelot in her mirror on his way to Camelot and turns and looks directly at him. Her mirror cracks and she knows the curse is descending. She leaves her tower and writes her name on a boat. Waits for sunset. The boat bears her down to Camelot and she arrives dead.

Everyone is afraid. Except Lancelot:

But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.

Anne doesn’t arrive beautiful and dead at Camelot to be admired by Lancelot. She ends up wet, clinging to a bridge pile—and is reluctantly rescued by a laughing Gilbert Blythe. Gilbert is nothing like Lancelot, but Anne is overly romantic and too naive to see that that is a very good thing. In real life Lancelot would be a pain in the ass. He’s not going to make you tea when you’re weary, or help you before you’re cursed, or notice you at all until you are dead. He sure as hell is going to give you his job to make your life easier.


Peeta Mellark: Spirit of Strength

Capitol Couture has been waiting eagerly for the next wave of incredible images of our cherished elite, and here they are! Fresh from the excitement of the most eventful Quarter Quell to date, we are thrilled and honored to present the new Capitol Citizen Living Portraits.

As our Quarter Quell victors, Peeta Mellark and Johanna Mason hold the distinct honor of being the first Capitol citizens featured within a Living Portrait.  Peeta stands tall and true in his Capitol Citizen Living Portrait, his matte leather Unconditional ensemble showcasing a stone-like texture and channeling the victor’s quiet strength, completed by shirt and shoes courtesy of Maison Martin Margiela. The paper collar piece, designed by David Mason, mirrors the sculptural elements in Johanna’s dress and gives a stern ambiance to the baker’s son. With an unprecedented two victories under his belt, Peeta is no longer the boy who bravely faced the 74th Hunger Games, but a true Capitol hero.   

Citizens can witness the artist’s hand-selected series of Living Portraits in person at SOCA this summer.

This is freaking terrifying and heartbreaking. Watch it all the way through. He’s turning, turning and you’re like OK. They brainwashed him, dressed him up in televangelist white, and are turning and filming him. Then he comes around just past the first 360 rotation and catches sight of the camera and gets visibly uncomfortable. Like he forgot what was going on. Cameras haven’t done him any good and no matter what they do to him, I don’t think they can get him to like being on camera. His gaze slides elsewhere. He keeps turning. As he’s coming around to face the camera for the third time—you can see him trying to steel himself, swallowing hard. His eyes are shifting about. And the look he gives the camera is haunting. And then he has to look away.

Contrast to Peeta on camera during the games or at the pre-game interviews. He played to the crowds so perfectly. He worked them. He acted. But he knew who he was then and he wanted something very specific. He wanted to save Katniss and to a lesser degree himself. Now he doesn’t know who he is or what he wants and so cameras are terrifying.