Picture Time!
May. 2nd, 2009 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickI'm getting back into the habit of using my camera, so today is picspam day. And hey, I'll even be telling a little narrative with the Corpse Bride figurines at the end. First, though, let's see how the minifigs are doing:
First, on the Kubrick side of the shelf, we have Marty attempting to teach Doc to skateboard, Einstein playing with Doc's remote, and Jennifer having just kicked Biff in the nuts because -- well, he's Biff. "Asshole!"
Next are the minimates -- first, 2015!Doc and Marty borrow one of my toy DeLoreans to go for a spin.
Next to them, 1955!Lorraine is still trying to come on to 1955!Marty. 1955!Doc looks on, hoping to help his friend. (Notice he has no coat -- I had to remove it to get his original head back on.)
Behind them, 1985A!Biff and 1985A!Marty appear to be about to get into a fistfight.
Next to them is an interesting tableau. While 1955Dance!Lorraine and 1955Dance!George leave for home, George saying goodbye to a cheerful 1955Dance!Marty. . . .
. . .behind them, 1955Inconspcious!Marty is running away from 1955Dance!Biff with the almanac! If they're not careful, there will be a paradox.
Back on the other side, behind the 2015!mates, 1985!Marty and 1985II!Marty are doing some skateboarding. Rather, 1985II!Marty is doing some bad skateboarding while 1985!Marty looks on and wonders why his other self is sucking.
And in the very back, a Western drama is playing out. Buford THINKS he has the drop on 1885!Marty -- at least, until he feels 1885!Doc's rifle on the back of his head.
But what of the MarvelMates, you say? Well, they have their own brand of chaos going on the top shelf. A Harry turned Good Goblin is fighting off Venom -- and it appears Gwen Stacy has chosen to join him in battle, with -- black-suit Spidey swinging in as well? Obviously the temporal paradoxes of the BTTF shelf are affecting this one. Red-suit Spidey is also preparing for battle, swinging in to meet Doc Ock. Or rather, to meet Doc Ock's tentacles as Storm confronts the actual scientist. Behind them, Colossus attempts to lend a hand to the in-agony Peter who's attempting to REMOVE his black suit. And from his perch, Maskless-Spidey watches, unable to join in because of his broken leg. Considering the craziness, that may be a good thing.
We now present a brief commercial interruption before resuming our main story.
Eat M&Ms, kids! They're chocolate, come in easy to swallow pill form, and sometimes even get partially coated twice with our delicious candy shells!
There's many different kinds to choose from -- pick up a pack today!
Now, onto the Corpse Bride figures:
Let's set the stage with a general "how everyone was set up" picture.
Victoria: He's mine! Our parents arranged our marriage personally!
Emily: He's mine! He proposed to me in the forest!
Victor: *thinking* Oh, what a mess. . . Emily, Victoria, please! Fighting won't solve this!
Victoria: A corpse shouldn't have any hold on you, Victor!
Emily: He put the ring on my finger while saying his vows! That gives me some sort of hold on him!
Victoria: But they were my vows! To be said to me!
Emily: Well, he said them to me first!
Victor: Everyone! Stop before someone gets hurt!
Victoria: How is anyone going to get--
*SNAP*
Victoria: EEK WHAT'S GRABBING AT MY SKIRT
Emily: OH NO MY ARM!
Victoria: Your WHAT?!
Victor: Um, Emily, I believe you dropped this.
Victoria: Oh goodness. I didn't think -- I didn't know --
Emily: Er, yes, this isn't the first time this is happened. . .Can I have that back, Victor?
Victor: Certainly. Do you -- um -- n-need help g-getting it -- b-back on?
Emily: No, I think I can manage. . . . Hmm, it's not going in properly.
Emily: Here, this bandage should do the trick.
Victoria: Oh, Emily, I am sorry. I didn't mean to pull any bits of you OFF. May we call a truce? Fighting really isn't ladylike.
Emily: Well. . . .
Emily: You're right. Truce.
Victoria: Truce. Let me get your arm back in properly -- there, now you don't need the bandage.
Emily: Thank you, Victoria.
Victor: See, isn't it better when we all get along?
Victoria: This still leaves the question of which of us you have a commitment to, though.
Victor: Hopefully one day Elder Gutknetcht will leave his package so we can ask him.
Yeah, as you can probably tell by this little story, I accidentally broke my Emily's arm. I was trying to move it to a new position, and I guess the joint didn't like that. I was kind of upset at first, but then realized I could get a couple of interesting pictures out of it. I glued her up the next day -- now her shoulder won't bend, but she still has a working elbow.
Hope you enjoyed that! I have writing to do. And some posts I ought to throw people at.
First, on the Kubrick side of the shelf, we have Marty attempting to teach Doc to skateboard, Einstein playing with Doc's remote, and Jennifer having just kicked Biff in the nuts because -- well, he's Biff. "Asshole!"
Next are the minimates -- first, 2015!Doc and Marty borrow one of my toy DeLoreans to go for a spin.
Next to them, 1955!Lorraine is still trying to come on to 1955!Marty. 1955!Doc looks on, hoping to help his friend. (Notice he has no coat -- I had to remove it to get his original head back on.)
Behind them, 1985A!Biff and 1985A!Marty appear to be about to get into a fistfight.
Next to them is an interesting tableau. While 1955Dance!Lorraine and 1955Dance!George leave for home, George saying goodbye to a cheerful 1955Dance!Marty. . . .
. . .behind them, 1955Inconspcious!Marty is running away from 1955Dance!Biff with the almanac! If they're not careful, there will be a paradox.
Back on the other side, behind the 2015!mates, 1985!Marty and 1985II!Marty are doing some skateboarding. Rather, 1985II!Marty is doing some bad skateboarding while 1985!Marty looks on and wonders why his other self is sucking.
And in the very back, a Western drama is playing out. Buford THINKS he has the drop on 1885!Marty -- at least, until he feels 1885!Doc's rifle on the back of his head.
But what of the MarvelMates, you say? Well, they have their own brand of chaos going on the top shelf. A Harry turned Good Goblin is fighting off Venom -- and it appears Gwen Stacy has chosen to join him in battle, with -- black-suit Spidey swinging in as well? Obviously the temporal paradoxes of the BTTF shelf are affecting this one. Red-suit Spidey is also preparing for battle, swinging in to meet Doc Ock. Or rather, to meet Doc Ock's tentacles as Storm confronts the actual scientist. Behind them, Colossus attempts to lend a hand to the in-agony Peter who's attempting to REMOVE his black suit. And from his perch, Maskless-Spidey watches, unable to join in because of his broken leg. Considering the craziness, that may be a good thing.
We now present a brief commercial interruption before resuming our main story.
Eat M&Ms, kids! They're chocolate, come in easy to swallow pill form, and sometimes even get partially coated twice with our delicious candy shells!
There's many different kinds to choose from -- pick up a pack today!
Now, onto the Corpse Bride figures:
Let's set the stage with a general "how everyone was set up" picture.
Victoria: He's mine! Our parents arranged our marriage personally!
Emily: He's mine! He proposed to me in the forest!
Victor: *thinking* Oh, what a mess. . . Emily, Victoria, please! Fighting won't solve this!
Victoria: A corpse shouldn't have any hold on you, Victor!
Emily: He put the ring on my finger while saying his vows! That gives me some sort of hold on him!
Victoria: But they were my vows! To be said to me!
Emily: Well, he said them to me first!
Victor: Everyone! Stop before someone gets hurt!
Victoria: How is anyone going to get--
*SNAP*
Victoria: EEK WHAT'S GRABBING AT MY SKIRT
Emily: OH NO MY ARM!
Victoria: Your WHAT?!
Victor: Um, Emily, I believe you dropped this.
Victoria: Oh goodness. I didn't think -- I didn't know --
Emily: Er, yes, this isn't the first time this is happened. . .Can I have that back, Victor?
Victor: Certainly. Do you -- um -- n-need help g-getting it -- b-back on?
Emily: No, I think I can manage. . . . Hmm, it's not going in properly.
Emily: Here, this bandage should do the trick.
Victoria: Oh, Emily, I am sorry. I didn't mean to pull any bits of you OFF. May we call a truce? Fighting really isn't ladylike.
Emily: Well. . . .
Emily: You're right. Truce.
Victoria: Truce. Let me get your arm back in properly -- there, now you don't need the bandage.
Emily: Thank you, Victoria.
Victor: See, isn't it better when we all get along?
Victoria: This still leaves the question of which of us you have a commitment to, though.
Victor: Hopefully one day Elder Gutknetcht will leave his package so we can ask him.
Yeah, as you can probably tell by this little story, I accidentally broke my Emily's arm. I was trying to move it to a new position, and I guess the joint didn't like that. I was kind of upset at first, but then realized I could get a couple of interesting pictures out of it. I glued her up the next day -- now her shoulder won't bend, but she still has a working elbow.
Hope you enjoyed that! I have writing to do. And some posts I ought to throw people at.
