#I understand it perfectly

[chucktdust]

I hope that one day Dustin understands how much people love and care about him ❤️‍🩹

[ricchan]

i dont understand my 02 tag anymore..

[botanicalbasilly]

I hate being a person who loves bugs, I can't say anything without the person I'm talking to reacting with disgust. Today I had to literally beg a coworker for the life of a spider, and then after I put it in a nook outside she thought it'd be funny to show me a video she took of her killing one. Like idk man. Birds scare the shit out of me but I still get why people love them. They come in pretty colors and they sound nice and they're interesting to observe. I don't understand why people don't feel the same about bugs. The rich amber color of a cockroach, the iridescent glow of a fly, the intricate hydraulics that power their little legs, the chirp of a beetle, the art of the spider's web... It's all so beautiful. Why is it the habit of so many to destroy?

[musicalmoritz]

I will never understand how some ppl have such little imagination that they can’t even suspend their disbelief long enough to watch a musical without asking why the characters are singing

[random-cockroach]

[elodieunderglass]

Eggs for Killie is over!

I award myself the 150th egg for all of the little bits of art. Thank you so much for inspiring me to make them! It’s been really amazing to see all the hard work and to truly appreciate the wide range of crafts and activities everyone can do. Bobbin lace? Shoemaking? Knife forging? Translating Irish? It’s genuinely incredible.

I also really appreciated the people who were taking a rest, too. Thank you for that as well.

And I SUPER, SUPER appreciate everyone who was going through saying encouraging words, leaving replies/reblogging with comments, or liking all these posts. That was also a huge outpouring of kindness and time. I saw you doing it (and tried to make sure OPs did too) and any credit for people feeling empowered? That’s for YOU.

I know for a fact that people were following each other simply because they spotted one of their people through doing this. Thank you for being here - and being brave enough to find each other! 

If you have a project you were working on specifically for this, and missed the inbox, drop me a message - I don’t want to miss you.

150 eggs x 60g (weight of medium-large chicken egg) is 9000g of eggs.

That’s 16.8% of Killie’s body weight in eggs.

I am planning to write a book about Killie and I think it will be very VERY funny to acknowledge every single username who contributed in the acknowledgements…

…. Because I am planning to throw them back at you.

Now rest up, everyone. April Fools tomorrow, we gotta make the REST of the website unusable.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Adobe express has no good thought bubble shapes. Oh well.

Truly one of the most deadly “I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.” ever

[ack-cough]

What if

LET ME PRETEND THERES A GOOD ENDING

[inamindfarfaraway]

I don't know what's funnier: paranormal scientist Marcus Wells completely missing every sign that Cosmo and Wanda are magical beings; or psychologist Angela Wells not missing a single sign that they have extremely complicated personal lives and relationships.

After every conversation with them, Marcus walks away oblivious. “That was nice. What delightfully quirky people. Now, time to investigate the supernatural!”

Meanwhile, Angela goes to stare at her increasingly convoluted corkboard covered in green and pink string that connects notes including:

Marriage used to be rockier, retirement helped a lot

Coworkers in childcare for decades - added stress? Attachment issues with kids on the job?

Cosmo's mother emotionally abusive? Definitely toxic

Wanda's father Mafia boss???

Peri - son, 23, loved and praised but no/low contact for years until recently, all adapting to his young adulthood

Cosmo probably neurodivergent - ADHD? Undiagnosed? Wanda maybe also

Cosmo trans? Cosmo was pregnant? Both trans and Peri their bio kid?

Odd comments/jokes about human bodies, very flexible, but low stamina walking - invisible disabilities? Dysphoria?

Immigrants? History of travel? Both avoid specific details about past/first homes

WHO IS TIMMY? Ward? Job kid? Foster/adoptive son? Peri's big brother? No contact? Dead?! Important but lost, uncomfortable topic!

Both highly sensitive about fish

Hazel and her godparents are so afraid that Marcus will discover fairies, but the real threat is Angela roping her neighbours into an unofficial therapy session.

[katabay]

“And you never asked about the—place with the door?” said Mr. Utterson. “No, sir; I had a delicacy,” was the reply. “I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment. You start a question, and it’s like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back garden and the family have to change their name. No sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.” “A very good rule, too,” said the lawyer. “But I have studied the place for myself,” continued Mr. Enfield. “It seems scarcely a house. There is no other door, and nobody goes in or out of that one but, once in a great while, the gentleman of my adventure. There are three windows looking on the court on the first floor; none below; the windows are always shut but they’re clean. And then there is a chimney which is generally smoking; so somebody must live there. And yet it’s not so sure; for the buildings are so packed together about the court, that it’s hard to say where one ends and another begins.” The pair walked on again for a while in silence; and then “Enfield,” said Mr. Utterson, “that’s a good rule of yours.” “Yes, I think it is,” returned Enfield. “But for all that,” continued the lawyer, “there’s one point I want to ask. I want to ask the name of that man who walked over the child.”

so! a page! this was a revisiting (for me) of an old old old. OLD. page I drew over ten years ago immediately after seeing a local production of the musical. usually when I revisit and edit ancient drafts, I gut a lot of it in the process of re arranging the insides, but this was one where I was like: AH. I see your vision, past self, now I can articulate it and draw shoes.

someday I'm going to find the time to get the whole thing on paper (this was also a color palette test page! I still want a noir-ish influence, but I'm debating sticking to a classic black and white only or leaning into something like this. much to think about........) until then though! a confrontation inside a house goes wrong! takes place moments after this scene.

[starlitmeadows]

yeah i guess i'll post this

Patty slaying both femme and mascish fits bc i had a moment of clarity and she's a proud she/him genderfluid warrior to me now

[fizpup]

valentine, you're a horse ❤️

[mfdragon]

He gets very passionate sometimes. You know how it be 👌🏻🤌🏻

[opt1mistic]

childhood bsf!rin in a post-apocalyptic setting has me thinking….

you wake up to the sound of birds chirping. it feels nice to hear, yet so loud, afraid they might hear. still so strange to hear something else that’s alive.

rin is already wake. he always is. he’s sitting just a few feet away, arms wrapped around his knees, watching the horizon like it might come for you. his shoulders are tense beneath his jacket, hair longer than it used to be, sticking to the back of his neck.

he looks back when he hears you stir, and there’s something soft in his eyes. something like relief. relief that youre still here…

“sleep okay?” he asks.

you nod with a quiet hum. “you?”

he doesn’t answer. just looks at you for a second too long, like he’s memorizing the way the light hits your face. and maybe he is. you don’t ask. you never do.

somewhere in the distance, a dog barks. or maybe it’s something else.

you both flinch.

“we should move,” he says.

and when you fall into step beside him, your fingers graze his. neither of you say anything. but he doesn’t pull away.

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

I’m still thinking about how particularly poignant it was for Kate to say this to Anthony

Especially when you juxtapose it against this

Here is a man who believes that the family he loves, and has devoted his life’s work to, doesn’t love him back. That they, in fact, despise him. Every single one of his siblings, and the only living parent he has left, all of them hate him.

It’s just so bleak, because he’s not just saying that they don’t love him, but also because he implies that they don’t understand the way he loves, the way he has devoted himself to them and he doesn’t know how else to love.

Then you have Kate telling him that she loves him so very much that she cannot bear it.

And she says this immediately after he expresses his love in a way he knows how to. Not as an “I love you” in words, but in saying that her home is also their child’s home, her culture is also his culture. That he’ll learn, that he wants to spend time and effort to learn about her home and history and teach it to their child. It’s very much an act of devotion.

Kate understands this. She understands how much he loves her. His way of loving is easy for her to understand.

And, she loves him back. She appreciates the way he loves her, it makes her love him even more, till it’s almost too much to bear.

Can you imagine what such a declaration means to a man who believed that he was doomed to be despised by the very people he loves because of the way he loves. He believed that his expression would go not just unreturned but unnoticed because he didn’t know how to translate it to his family.

And here comes Kate, who shows him that he doesn’t have to translate anything, because she speaks the same language. She understands the love he’s expressing and she returns it.

To be truly loved is to be known and no one knows or loves Anthony better than Kate.

[chloesimaginationthings]

oughh.. your movie william affers design is too silly… love him ❤️

Tbh I haven’t drawn him nearly enough, gotta fix that