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"The fabric of existence weaves itself whole. You cannot set art off in the corner and hope for it to have vitality, reality, and substance."
--Charles Ives


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Reblogged from alsokatie

shipwreckedcomedy:

alsokatie:

Kissing in the Rain Umbrella Art

Because kissing…in the rain. With umbrellas. Get it?

(See it in action here.)

OMG. THIS IS JUST SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS AND UKULELES AND WONDERFUL.

This makes me happy when skies are gray. ;)

kitr alsokatie how do you art?
Reblogged from thejadedkiwano

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never

(via lulabo)

(but you really should be a fan) ...also music 'cause it's what i do when fandoms collide why is it not January 7th yet?? 'omg how does this even work?' look at that orange though (because everyone deserves tea) never forget
Reblogged from lulabo

lulabo:

It’s not like you haven’t planned this moment. You’ve got it all worked out, how it’s going to go when he opens the door; you’ve even factored in the self-saving eye-roll. (Like you weren’t going to roll your eyes. Like he wouldn’t be expecting you to roll your eyes at something. You’re making a Grand Gesture, not completely ditching your entire personality.)

You tune your ukulele, which proves to be so untuneable you have to buy knew strings. You fiddle around with the arrangement at odd hours and tell yourself not to think too much about your voice and what to do with it, because you’re better when you’re spontaneous. (You think way, way too much about your voice and what to do with it.) You blow out your hair. Your bangs are the most important bangs have ever been. You line your eyes and volumize your lashes. It’s not enough, but it feels a little like the armor you wish you had. You won’t be able to hide behind such a tiny instrument; you can’t even hide behind the umbrella that is stupidly, ironically necessary, since you need two hands to hold the ukulele.

You didn’t plan for the weather, but you can work with that. And you didn’t plan for his interruptions, which is how you end up telling him to shut up. Which isn’t really the kind of thing you want in the middle of your grand gesture, singing to this impossibly tall person with his eyes boring right though, past your bangs and your lashes and your sarcasm and every other defense you could throw up if you thought it. So you don’t mean to tell him to shut up, not really, but the fact of it is that you were probably going to tell him to shut up no matter what.

Because the thing is, yes, you were in a bad mood and it made you rude, but he wasn’t necessarily completely wrong when he said you weren’t a nice person. You’re not a nice person, always. You have moods. (Or more accurately, you have Moods.) You are acerbic, acidic—you could burn a hole in his tongue on your very worst days. And probably your best. You need balance. Acting gives you that. Your mind is a tangled wilderness of too many feelings, too many ideas, too many ways to see the same thing, and you get lost in it sometimes. Characters help you find your way out. Friends like Pam keep you from getting too much stuck up in there, whittling away at the same paths and worries over and over again. And James…

You’ve tried not to think about what James might be. But there’s a reason why that song is your song, the only song for him that you could possibly sing. He breaks through all the things closing in and wakes you up. It would be too cliche to say he lights the path, but there’s nothing about this moment that’s not cliche. You, the rain, the ukulele, the dumb beautiful look on his face. 

It’s probably cliche, too, the way you kiss your way into his home and wind your arms around your neck. You hadn’t quite planned this part, but it’s working out better than you could have anticipated. And next time you tell him to shut up, you’ve got a pretty stellar plan how to make that happen.

in which I leapfrog right off aeternamente's canon submission (I had like half an idea before that and then it became a whole idea, so that is pretty cool how that happens)

kitr fanfiction lulabo so many people writing so much fabulous fic i can't even with this show and this fandom and this wonderful fan-canon experiment
Reblogged from aeternamente
2048 i can't stop making these this one is objects from the series
Reblogged from roymustache
dr. horrible one of my friends played this on the way to new york we took turns picking things to listen to i introduced them to cabin pressure it's really easy to introduce people to cabin pressure on a road trip you just start playing yellow car and then when they ask you explain yellow car and how it comes from this really awesome bbc radio comedy you listen to then since if there's one thing you have on a road trip it's a while you play a few episodes for them i'm happy to say they loved it i knew they were good people :) inept queue
Reblogged from imaginarycircus
imaginarycircus:

Rain is the sound of the days you can’t go outside to play. The days when there’s nothing good on TV. You’ve read all the books. You’ve reached the last page of the internet. Rain is the sound of boredom.
Except Lily truly loves rainy days, hot tea, sweater sleeves pulled over her hands, and a good book. She can read the same book twenty times and not get sick of it. Lying on the floor and listening to the endless drumroll of rain on the roof, the fences that pen up her thoughts dissolve. It’s madness that wells up in her belly and convinces her that the worst idea is the best.
It’s probably Pavlovian, but her lips tingle as if she’s been kissing someone repeatedly. She’s been alone in all day. She tamps down the urge to wander from room to room looking for something. She draws little circles on the wooden floor with her toes, trying to keep time with the downpour.
She’s been humming since this morning. First “Here Comes the Sun.” Then “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.” For the last hour it’s been “You are My Sunshine.” But songs about sunshine don’t drive the rain away or this spring loaded need to do something, which propels her out the door and across the city before she can think too hard about it.
If this backfires it will be a snap to hate rain. For now it’s still up in the air.

imaginarycircus:

Rain is the sound of the days you can’t go outside to play. The days when there’s nothing good on TV. You’ve read all the books. You’ve reached the last page of the internet. Rain is the sound of boredom.

Except Lily truly loves rainy days, hot tea, sweater sleeves pulled over her hands, and a good book. She can read the same book twenty times and not get sick of it. Lying on the floor and listening to the endless drumroll of rain on the roof, the fences that pen up her thoughts dissolve. It’s madness that wells up in her belly and convinces her that the worst idea is the best.

It’s probably Pavlovian, but her lips tingle as if she’s been kissing someone repeatedly. She’s been alone in all day. She tamps down the urge to wander from room to room looking for something. She draws little circles on the wooden floor with her toes, trying to keep time with the downpour.

She’s been humming since this morning. First “Here Comes the Sun.” Then “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.” For the last hour it’s been “You are My Sunshine.” But songs about sunshine don’t drive the rain away or this spring loaded need to do something, which propels her out the door and across the city before she can think too hard about it.

If this backfires it will be a snap to hate rain. For now it’s still up in the air.

kitr look katie wrote a thing for me!
Reblogged from taxicabsandcupcakes

taxicabsandcupcakes:

When the tweet appears, it prompts a fandom meltdown.

Faces are clutched at. Chairs are fallen out of. One Jily shipper is so shocked that she squeaks, “Shut up!” out loud in the middle of her AP Calculus class and gets her phone confiscated.

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kitr ALL THE KITR SPAM i heart this so much
Reblogged from emmsroberts

(Source: emmsroberts, via lies)

kitr grand gesture i will always love this
Reblogged from nynpha
gET IN MY MOUTH fresh strawberries though omg inept queue
Reblogged from clavisa

You are my capy
My capybara
You make me feel less crappy
When skies are grey

You’ll never know, deer,
How much I moose you
So please don’t take my capy away

The other night, deer,
As I lay sheeping
I dreamed I held you in my hooves

When I awoke, deer,
I was moose-taken
So I hung my antlers and cried

You are my capy
My capybara…

KitR capymoose AU
kitr canadian capybara problems dYING