#lily and james (kitr)

[heatherfield]

Kissing in the Rain, Episode 5 “David & Susan” [x]

[gildedgatsby]

guess who just caught up on all the kitr fan-canon and is now even more obsessed with lily and james

[asoftershipwrecked]

note: nine years in and still successful

[coffeeinthelibrary]

Ok so I just binged Kissing In The Rain (by Shipwrecked) and MY LIFE HAS BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN.

I had never even CONSIDERED what happens between actors after an onscreen kiss and the YouTube series IS THE MOST HEARTWARMING EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER OF MY LIFE.

I don't care if you have ever watched Shipwrecked or Tin Can Bros, go watch Kissing in the Rain it is beyond amazing.

Also each episode is maximum 4 minutes so even if you're busy you can watch like one episode a day because it takes no time at all.

Warning: if you're really against watching people kiss, dont watch it as there is a LOT of kissing but personally I think its adorable.

[katvantassel]

deleting my dating apps because i wanna meet someone the old fashioned way (he plays opposite of me in several romance movies while we slowly fall in love off set)

[sonseulsoleil]

so i had the fun idea of giving you lily everett and james porter and that makes me smile so those two and also chris pine, betty white, john mulaney, and adam scott

Song: Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford and Sons 

So when your hope’s on fireBut you know your desireDon’t hold a glass over the flameDon’t let your heart grow coldI will call you by nameI will share your road

Title: The Mage 

Synopsis: Long ago, in a land of magic, there was a small, but prosperous kingdom ruled over by two benevolent kings, King Arden (Pine) and King Tristan (Mulaney). The Kings have always put the needs of their subjects above all else, and are beloved by the people. King Arden made a name for himself as a powerful military force, when he was younger, but now he’s beginning to age. King Tristan was always more of a scholar than a warrior. This is reflected in their people who are, overall a deeply peaceful people. 

However, not everyone is so lucky. All around the kingdom, there are dark, enchanted woods, where monsters lurk. Everyone knows not go past the kingdom walls, for it is unsafe for humans. Only elves and orcs live outside the kingdom borders. One night, in the southern village, a stranger appears, claiming to be from outside the wall. He is bleeding and hungry, so they an innkeeper lets him stay the night. This proves to be a mistake, however, as come morning, the man reveals himself to be a extremely powerful sorcerer named Weylin (Scott). Weylin claims to be a descendant of Merlin, a wizard of yore thought to be little more than a myth. Weylin also claims that he is the rightful heir to the throne. When the villagers declare their loyalty to the Kings, Weylin summons fire and destroys their village. 

Weylin travels to the Kings’ palace, where he proves to be too powerful for even their most experienced and powerful mages. He seizes the throne, and imprisons the kings in their own dungeon, and then sets about systematically slaughtering the mages, as well as anyone who speaks out against him. Only Owyn (Porter), a young apprentice mage manages to save himself by disguising himself as a servant boy. Unfortunately, since Owyn is only a an apprentice, and not a full mage, he is nowhere near powerful enough to take on Weylin alone. But he has heard speak of a being of olde, called The Enchantress (White), who lives in the Far North. If Owyn can find her, she may be able to save the kingdom from Weylin’s reign of terror. 

Owyn makes his escape, but he doesn’t get far past the kingdom border before realizing that he hasn’t left the capital city before. He has no idea where to go for there, and only has a few protection spells under his belt. Just as he realizes that he can’t make the journey alone, he meets Brienne (Everett), an elven warrior on the run for multiple counts of thievery. She notices him in the corner of a tavern, frowning at a map, and offers her services as guide, if he’ll pay for her meals. He agrees, desperate for some help, even if she is a criminal, and they set off on a perilous journey through the dark forest, dodging not only monsters, but the elven authorities. 

(I’m gonna go ahead and tag seanpersaud and marykatewiles)

[jaynaneeya]

The Headless Criminal

First of all, Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, the next big Shipwrecked Comedy project, is getting very close to its Kickstarter goal, so if you haven’t checked that out yet, and you’re seeing this before July 18, 2021 at 7:00 pm PDT, head to this link, and consider contributing a few bucks if you can.

Second of all, as soon as Ryan Garcia was revealed as one of the heads, I knew I needed to write a sequel to the fic I wrote a few years ago about time traveling Eddie’s ghost. If you want to read it, it’s here, but it’s very long, so in summary: Eddie is brought back as a ghost against his will after the events of Poe Party and is told that he has to either complete his unfinished business or forget about it in order to move on. He learns how to time travel and encounters James and Lily from kitr, who remind him of Edgar and Annabel, so he decides to ruin their lives, which leads to him bringing Lily back in time with him. She keeps meeting and falling for people who remind Eddie of Poe, so he has to keep breaking them up for revenge, and definitely not at all because he’s jealous. When Lily dies as Vivian Nightingale, Eddie realizes that he has to go back and establish her memorial ball so the events of Poe Party will happen the way they’re supposed to, and we left him hoping that this would complete his unfinished business. So here’s what I’m currently imagining happens next:

Eddie was out of ideas. He had gone back in time, established the Vivian Nightingale Memorial Ball, even orchestrated the meeting between his living self and Oscar Wilde just to make sure everything happened the way it was supposed to, and still he could not move on to the other side. Perhaps that psychic had been wrong about unfinished business. Perhaps being summoned as a ghost was permanent.

He went back to the future and haunted Lily’s grave again. Part of him wanted to find a way to bring her back, but to his surprise he found that his biggest reservation was that he didn’t want her to also be stuck with no way to find peace. This made no sense, of course. Eddie reminded himself that he wanted her to be miserable, because she reminded him of Annabel, and well… now that Eddie thought about it, that didn’t make any sense either. “Ugh, what am I even DOING with my afterlife?” he shouted, kicking her headstone in frustration.

Suddenly, the cemetery began to melt away. Had Eddie lost his ability to control his time travel? He felt a peculiar sensation in his neck, and he looked down to find that his body had disappeared. He quickly shut his eyes and begged everything to return to normal, but when he opened them again he found himself in an unfamiliar room, face to face with someone unpleasantly familiar.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie sneered. “Edwin. Allan. Poe.”

The other man furrowed his brow in confusion. “I thought Poe’s first name was Edgar,” said a voice behind Eddie that he thought sounded like Lenore.

“Are you sure it wasn’t Edward?” asked the man who looked like Poe but clearly was not.

“Good thing you’re a science teacher and not an English teacher,” quipped the Lenore double as she wandered into Eddie’s line of sight.

Eddie felt like he’d landed in his own worst nightmare. He wanted to leave, but his limbs seemed reluctant to move when he willed them to. “Where am I?” he demanded. “And who are you? And why can’t I-?” Eddie was interrupted by his own arm, which had finally decided to move, but not the way he’d wanted it to, and he ended up whacking himself in the face. When he glared at the offending arm, he noticed that it bore absolutely no resemblance to the arm he was normally attached to.

“I’m Ichabod Crane, and this is our – well, my – I mean, it’s my house, and it might be yours, too. My roommate doesn’t have a head, you see, and we found yours hidden under some floorboards in a haunted house. Matilda’s a witch and she knows how to attach heads to bodies, so that’s how you got here.”

Ichabod smiled in what he clearly thought was a friendly manner, but all Eddie saw was a smirk. Roommates with Poe’s doppelganger? Even if this had been his body, which it obviously was not, he wouldn’t have been able to stand it. Using all his willpower to remain calm, Eddie began, “I am most certainly not your roommate, and this is not my-”

He was interrupted once again, this time by a scream from the doorway. Eddie was prepared to see someone who reminded him of Annabel, but he was unprepared for the startled look of wide-eyed astonishment on her face. She recognized him.

Ichabod rushed over to her. “Kat, darling – I mean, not darling, that’s awkward, I would never call you that – well, not never, but we don’t know each other well en- sorry, I mean, uh… Kat, what’s wrong?”

For a moment, she looked as though she might faint, but instead she spoke, in the same desperately trying to remain calm tone that Eddie had just been using. “That head looks terrible on Headless’s body. It’s clearly the wrong one.”

“True, it doesn’t seem to fit, but I feel like we should at least give him the same courtesy we gave the others and allow him to tell his story-”

“No!” cried Kat, lunging toward Eddie.

Was this somehow Annabel’s ghost? Or was it, could it possibly be… “Lily?” he whispered as she approached him.

Instead of responding, she put one of her hands under his chin, grabbed his hair with the other, and tried to yank his head off of the body. Eddie hadn’t been able to feel physical pain since his death, but this hurt. “Stop! Let me talk to you!” he protested, but she ignored him.

“Ichabod! Matilda! Help me get this hideous head off!” Kat shouted as Eddie yelped in pain and anger. Hideous?

“Do you know this guy, Kat?” Matilda asked, sounding amused.

“Do you?” Ichabod repeated, sounding anxious.

Kat seemed to suddenly realize what she was doing. She released Eddie’s head. After taking a few steps back and a few deep breaths, she said, “Sorry. No, I don’t know him, but I do know that his head doesn’t belong on that body, and I’m so desperate to help you find the right head. We’ve been trying for so long, I’m starting to get frustrated and impatient. So can we please take this head off and try another one?”

Matilda narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but when Kat met her gaze unflinchingly, she shrugged and said, “Well, I certainly agree that this is not the correct head, so I guess you’re right, might as well move on.” She began chanting a spell.

“No, wait!” Eddie cried, but it was too late; a moment later he found himself back in the cemetery, his head reattached to the rest of his ghost.

Was Lily still alive somehow? Or had she come back as a ghost without telling him? That couldn’t have been Annabel; that girl had never been capable of violence, and if she had somehow developed a taste for it in death and now wanted revenge on him, surely she would have tried to strangle him, not pull his head off. But Lily had been his friend. Why wouldn’t she want to see him? If she’d figured out that he’d been sabotaging her, surely she would have confronted him. He resolved to get to the bottom of this. All he had to do was figure out where and when Ichabod Crane lived, and then he could take his whole ghost self there. She wouldn’t be able to get rid of him as easily that way. If nothing else, she at least owed him an explanation. Whether this was Eddie’s final bit of unfinished business or another wild goose chase, only time would tell.

[unacaritafeliz]

since that anon sent you Classic Alice, let’s continue the throwbacks: James Porter and Lily Everett?

more war flashbacks

B: It’s really cute

I really liked Lily and James but also... like, it was never a god tier ship. They were cute though, and I think KitR did a great job of like... showing character progression through these very, very short episodes? Also, I feel like I was the only one who... enjoyed Audrey/Henry more than Lily and James. Lily and James just had that enemies to lovers thing going, Audrey and Henry were cuter.

now I think about it, both my Lily/James fics were break-up fics... does that mean something? Maybe.

(send me a ship and I’ll rate it)

[agent-of-shipwrecked]

#SummerOfShipwrecked Day 11: my favorite KitR episode was 7 because I loved @marykatewiles (Lily) singing “you are my sunshine” in a downpour to make up to @seanpersaud (James)

[emjee]

those of us at home - KITR fanfic

In which James and Lily talk and kiss (but mostly kiss). Set immediately after the end of episode seven. Also on AO3.

“Yeah. I just, I gotta—”

Is it weird, Lily wonders, that her first thought after Oh my god yes is His sweater is absurdly soft? She curls her fingers into the collar, wraps her other hand around James’ neck. The door clicks shut and she feels his hands fumbling at her waist, trying to undo the belt of her trench coat without breaking what is already the most epic kiss of her life. She helps him with the knot, flicks open the buttons, and untwines her arms for the briefest of moments to let him push the coat off her shoulders and onto the floor.

She simultaneously wants to burrow into him and climb him like a tree.

He helps with the tree bit, hooking his hands behind her knees and lifting her up. She curls her legs around his hips as he leans back against the closest wall and kisses her even more deeply, which should either be impossible or deeply disgusting but is apparently neither. His fingers thread through her hair. She has a strange, fleeting wish that she was a cat, but that makes no sense, because cats don’t kiss humans and she wouldn’t trade this for nine lives, not ever, and then her thoughts become background static when James sucks her bottom lip between his teeth and god. She hadn’t even let herself daydream that it would end this well.

James breaks away just long enough to ask, “Couch?”

“Yes,” Lily breathes, and he carries her—she smooths her hands over his arms and feels all that lean muscle beneath his sweater, which she’s thinking she might have to steal—straight into the living room.

“We should maybe talk at some point,” James says as he lowers her onto the sofa.

“We will,” she says, grabbing his collar and pulling him down onto her, “cross my heart, but more kissing first.”

“Kissing is good,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “How do you feel about hickies?”

She bites back her knee-jerk “What is this, high school?” response, because it’s different with James. Everything is different.

“Do your worst, Porter.”

He starts soft, with light, barely-there kisses down her neck that make her shiver. “I want to kiss you a thousand different ways,” he says. “Six feature films and I’ve only ever gotten to kiss your mouth. Which is, granted, a perfect mouth.” His kisses grow more intense, and Lily cups the back of his head, winding her fingers into his hair.

“Is this okay?” she asks, tugging gently.

“God, yes.” She feels his teeth nip at her skin and she arches her body up against his. He snakes an arm around her back and holds her.

She never wants him to let go, ever.

“James,” she murmurs, because she can, because he’s right here and he smells delicious and she thinks maybe they love each other.

James pulls away to look at her and sees tears in the corners of her eyes. “Lily…”

“I’m fine,” she says quickly, dashing the tears away with the swipe of a hand. “So much more than fine, I’m sorry, I don’t know what—”

“It’s alright,” he says, “it’s more than alright. I—”

He leans down and kisses her long and slow, like they’ve got all the time in the world. Kissing is safer than words, James decides. At least for right now. They’ve had more luck kissing than talking for their entire acquaintance, the past half hour excepted.

God, why had he ever apologized for the tongue? Lily wonders. His kisses make her body feel like a live wire.

They break apart, breathless.

“I know,” says Lily. “Me too.” He kisses her nose. “Take your shirt off.”

James raises his eyebrows.

“I mean—if you want to. I—I certainly wouldn’t mind if—”

He sits up, his knees on either side of her hips, and yanks the sweater over his head. She’s always wondered how boys do that, just grab the back of their collar and pull, and why it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever seen.

He’s wearing a t-shirt underneath, just plain white cotton, but somehow that’s now the sexiest thing she’s ever seen, and good God this is what love does to people.

She runs her hands up and down his sides, feeling the heat of his skin through the soft fabric. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

“This is fun.”

He grins. “It’s a nice change to kiss you when you’re dry.”

The corner of her mouth quirks up; she just can’t resist. “I might have to disappoint you there…” she says, grinding her hips against him to ensure he can’t miss her meaning.

His eyes darken, her pulse quickens, and he practically growls “Good God,” as she laughs and pulls him down again. Her fingers slide under the hem of his t-shirt as he worries her earlobe between his teeth before making his way down her neck again. His skin feels divine, and she wants to feel it against her own.

“One second,” she says, “let me up?”

James retreats to the other side of the couch as Lily sits upright and turns her back to him. “Undo my zipper?”

“Um—yes. Yes, I will happily help you take off your clothes, here, on my couch, where we’ve been making out furiously.”

He unzips her dress slowly, like he’s relishing it.

“I want to try something,” he says, and he begins to press kisses to skin newly revealed by the undoing of the zipper, starting at back of her neck and working his way down to the small of her back.

“Oh,” she sighs. “That’s lovely.”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” James says, and Lily feels heat rush through every part of her. She lifts her arms above her head and James pulls her dress off, tossing it on the floor and making sure his t-shirt quickly joins it.

Lily turns back to face him. Wearing her best bra seemed like tempting fate, but she’s glad she did it anyway.

“You don’t have to pretend to be a gentleman,” she says. “You are welcome to stare at my chest.”

“I—okay. Thank—you’re beautiful.”

He wraps a hand around her waist and bends his head to kiss across her collarbone, swirl his tongue in the hollow of her throat, and brush his lips across the tops of her breasts. When he comes back up to kiss her mouth, she presses a hand to his chest and pushes. “My turn.”

He’s not about to argue with that.

Lily climbs on top of his and explores his face with her mouth, skimming her lips across his forehead, his cheekbones, his fluttering eyelids. He squirms deliciously when she finds the hollow behind his ear. She kisses down to the dusting of hair across his chest, takes a chance and runs her tongue over one of his nipples.

He makes an intensely satisfying sound that she thinks is best described as a squeal and he will later argue is—fine, it’s a squeal, he admits it, there’s nothing shameful about the woman you’ve maybe-loved for years causing you to make incoherent noises because she’s clever with her tongue.

She reaches his navel and he curls his fingers in her hair again, stilling her. “Lily, I don’t—this is what I want to do, tonight. Just this.”

She rests her head on his torso and looks up at him. “Me too.” She can already feel the stubble burn setting in, and she’ll probably wake up to a minor breakout tomorrow as a result of rubbing someone else’s face oils against her own, but she is out of bothers to give.

James shifts and pulls Lily up towards him, so they lie on the couch face-to-face. He skims his thumb across her cheek and leans into her, lips meeting once more, soft and sweet and perfect.

“But maybe later for the other things?” she asks after a few minutes.

“Definitely. I definitely want the other things.” He wraps an arm around her and shifts them again, so she’s lying on top of him with her head resting on his shoulder. He stares at the ceiling, feeling the weight of her on him, one hand playing idly with her hair.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

“What are you thinking?” Lily asks him, and he almost says “Nothing,” because that’s what he’s used to, but that’s not how things are anymore.

So he tells her.

“That sounds familiar,” she says.

“It’s from a poem by Arthur O’Shaughnessy.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“It’s also in the original Willy Wonka film.”

“That’s it.”

“It’s only the start of the poem. Wandering by lone sea-breakers, and sitting by desolate streams.” She doesn’t stop him, and he decides to just go through with the whole first stanza. “World losers and world forsakers, on whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it seems.”

His voice takes on a musical lilt with the rhythm of the piece, and Lily remembers working with him on Syntax, how he walked around set muttering various bits of Poe’s poetic oeuvre under his breath. It was many and many a year ago…It should have been annoying, would have been annoying if he had done it on their first picture, or their second, but by the time they did Syntax she had come to the upsetting realization that she loved hearing his voice, that maybe she wanted to hear it more often, that she cared enough to be hurt when he wouldn’t talk to her.

Lily reaches for James’ hand and tangles her fingers with his. “I love it,” she says.

“It’s a good poem,” he agrees.

“And a good speaker.” She presses a kiss to the hollow of his throat and feels the hitch in his breathing. “Do you remember that song from Let’s Say We Did?” She hadn’t been able to get it out of her head, always found herself humming it in the shower by accident. It used to make her so sad.

Lily begins to sing under her breath. “Want to, I want to die, here in your arms…”

James loves her singing voice; he’s pretty sure he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that she could sing even before she showed up on his porch. “Yeah. The soundtrack for that movie was incredible.”

“I get that song now,” she says. “I didn’t before. I didn’t understand—” She snuggles into him, tries to hold him even tighter.

“Why you’d be so happy you’d want to die?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you get it now?”

She raises herself up and locks eyes with him. “I absolutely do.”

They lounge on the couch for hours, switching on a Doctor Who marathon that they only half-watch (the remaining half of their collective attention span is equally divided between talking and making out). Lily stays, borrows a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants that hang dangerously low on her hips, and sleeps tangled up with James in a bed he’d always thought was slightly too big, until now.

They talk in the morning over tea and breakfast, really talk, and then James presses Lily against a wall in every room in the house, and then her hips lose the battle with his pajama pants, and then they find themselves back in bed before lunchtime.

[transcentiment]

The thing about kissing

Is that it breaks boundaries so quickly. One moment, Lily was standing on a doorstep, staring up at James, and listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops, when what she wanted was to hear him say something, anything. And her fingers were sore and her heart was clenched and her mind was reeling. And then he spoke, and then she was ambiguous, and James decided to officially add eye-rolling and singing to the list of things that Lily was so adorably good at. And that it would probably be okay if he kissed her. And he was right. And she was so happy. Because the wall was torn, and in one fell swoop, they were all wet cheeks and fingers caught in rain coat pockets, and not costars trying to deny that one meant more than the other cared to admit. There was no personal space and no more awkward silence, and nothing at all but what they'd both been wishing for. And all because of that kiss, the one that was real and better than all the others. Because of that, Lily held James' face in her hands. And she was in his house. And rain was still beautiful.

[heatherfield]

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Kissing in the Rain, Episode 4 “Edgar & Annabel” [x]

[theteaisaddictive]

It's been too long since Lily played an actual FUN character - Olivia and Annabel and Anne, while great ladies who she was honoured to play, were far too serious for her. In this spirit, she attaches herself to the hat and as soon as filming is done, buys a replica and goes just about everywhere with it. Pam teased Lily about it to no end, but Lily likes the hat too much.

[asoftershipwrecked]

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[coffeeinthelibrary]

At this point I'm convinced that Mary Kate Wiles is an actual Disney princess and I honestly think its disgusting that Disney has not cast her in a live action remake yet because I'd be 90% more likely to watch a remake if she was starring in it.

Seriously though I'm pretty sure that when she starts singing irl birds and cute woodland creatures gather she's magical

[katvantassel]

Kissing in the Rain lighting colour analysis

Throughout Lily and James episodes, the lighting is warmer and more glowy. At the end of their season, she sings "you are my sunshine"; this shows that they view eachother as the light and sunshine of eachothers life. So, it makes sense that they would take on a more glowy light. Their relationship was built on a lot more upfront "anger" and passion which tends to be represented by warmer colours. Their intesne feelings were something the two of them didn't hide from eachother, and they would plainly say thoughts about eachother to the others face. It was something bright and unavoidable. Lily and James are both bold and upfront personalities that cannot be ignored just like bright warm colours.

Audrey and Henry's episodes mostly use cooler and more shadowed lighting. They shy away from their deeper feelings for eachother, just like one might stay in the shadows. They aren't seeking to be the bold center of attraction, instead they are cooler and more subtle. Neither knows what the next right move is, so they try (key word try/lh) to be more subtle and cool with their actions. They try to play it cool and tip toe around their feelings, and the colours reflect this. At the end of their season, the shadows go away and the episode is brighter than the previous episodes. Audrey and Henry's feelings are finally declared and brought out of the shadows into the light.