when you first begin to build your house,

jimmynovaks:

begin with the foundation, as all good builders do, and consider many kinds of stone. lay the edges first, the north at the green of your brother’s eyes, the south the bow-curve of his smile, the east side and the west side the twin bowers of his hands, his gentle calloused hands, their deftness with a needle, their kindness in the night. form it from his concrete and his asphalt and his gasoline, his smoke, his tongue forming the sound of your name. here is a platform on which you can sleep and a greatness from which to see the stars and hold his love against your chest. build your foundation first.

raise your walls high and yellow, the colour of the sunshine little sister red brings with her, the aura of her when she moves through the world. lift up her sheltering arms upon your brother’s sturdy flats until you are warm and kind inside her brightness, until you see the loveliness of her on every windowsill like a vase of flowers, her intellect making smooth your hearth, your heart, her magic joy plastered up to the endless sky in shades of gold and green. you are safe here.

shape the secret corners in your echoing rooms in easy darkness, the angles of the prophet who lives beneath your wing. fill them with solitude and thoughtfulness and wrap his little shadows around your body like a blanket, the better to comfort you, the better to swathe you in the silence you like so much, the ticking of the library clock, the whir of shifting pages, the distant glimmer of his laughter when rare happiness breaks through the cracks in his skin. he would call you his brother if you weren’t both orphans. make him the place you fit your shoulders into, the sturdy thing at your back. he will bear you up if you choose to fall though his hands are small and his spine is weak. it pleases him to be leaned upon.

build your roof from angel-bones, his ribcage your rafters, the broken feathers of his wings your shingles, the crescent of his toothy grin your skylight. fix his hands and feet to close up the spaces, to cover you, to bear away the sting of rain and hail and snow, his attic an empty place for you to wander and be still, to fill with all your hopes and needs, a gentle ear to listen to your heart beat. under him your house will smell of cedar wood and storm clouds and he will bend and sway with the hurricane but never leave you vulnerable, never once abandon you to the moon crashing in. here are eaves to watch over your rest. and until you can make your house of cinderblock and stone, of plaster and wood, of sod and brick, keep your house of flesh and bone, and find your comfort in it.

when you first begin to build your house you will not see it forming. you will only dream that it soars above your head.

when you wake its arms will come around you and call you dear and though you will not see the nails that hold it up in place, you will know that you are home.

Being gay is not a plot point. It’s not a token that you can say, “Look, we have a gay character! Isn’t that great? Aren’t we awesome?” It’s part of a person and therefore it should be treated as such. It should be one facet of a character rather than the defining description of that character. And I hope that we have, through the writing and the performance of it, we have kind of struck that balance, where the audience learns something more about Cecil and Carlos both, not dependent on their sexuality, but in addition to their sexuality.

Cecil Baldwin (via imjohnlocked)

modern day icarus with burns on his back and full of bitterness and throws out cynicism but sometimes he just looks at the sun like it’s the best thing in the world  (◡‿◡✿)

edgebug:

i am so sorry

For those who would like to learn Sign Language

thelanguagecommunity:

Just to be clear, this is for American Sign Language (ASL)

• http://www.aslpro.com/ – One of the best ASL sites out there, it has a dictionary with video. 
• http://www.youtube.com/user/dpanvideos?feature=watch -The Deaf Professional Arts Network channel with music videos in ASL
• http://www.youtube.com/user/everydayasl?feature=watch -idioms and vocabulary
• http://www.youtube.com/user/colorofsign?feature=watch -ASL exercises, culture, tips and more
• http://aslbrowser.commtechlab.msu.edu/browser.htm -ASL dictionary
• http://www.lifeprint.com/asl101/pages-layout/grammar.htm -Here’s some information on ASL grammar 
• http://www.lifeprint.com/ – here’s a website with a dictionary, some culture and fingerspelling practice, and a lot of other information.

Now just because it’s interesting and useful even if you aren’t deaf. Here is the IRS’s ASL channel :  

http://www.youtube.com/user/irsvideosasl?feature=results_main

lostwiginity:

My sales job brain sometimes mixes with my fandom brain and then I think about Hermann and Newt buying a bed together.

Newt would want them to have the softest, bounciest spring mattress which would make Hermann feel every single movement he makes and annoy him to no end. Like, the guy can’t even give him some peace and quiet when he’s asleep!

While Hermann would insist sleeping on the hardest latex brick he can find because he believes it supports his spine better and it stores body heat to keep him warm at night. With a viscoelastic polyurethane topper cos actually the mattress alone is too hard after all but he’s not gonna admit it.

In the end, they’d get separate mattresses, but in the same bed.

alina0405:

So crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down

I’ll never wear your broken crown

I can take the road and I can fuck it all away

But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate

(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)

lokizillas:

startraveller776:

I’m going to point it out again: Another genius moment in acting/directing. Look at his expression. He feels nothing. Nothing at all.

There’s no one to put on a show for here. There’s no need for posturing when he doesn’t have an audience. And what do we get when he’s basically alone? Nothing. He feels nothing.

Like I said in a previous post (when he dropped Thor from the helocarrier), this is not a lack of sympathy or regret necessarily. This is not a lack of the normal spectrum of emotions. This is a lack of resolution. He went into this mad plan with expectations. Expectations of feeling powerful. Of finally being equal to Thor—maybe even more. Of revenge. None of those expectations are fulfilled (long before he gets Hulk-smashed).

I’m going to put forth an unusual speculation here. His actions, particularly in these moments, speak less of  being a sociopath or psychopath, and more of severe depression. I’m not talking about the blues when you’re having a bad day or a bad week. Severe depression is not being sad all the time.

It’s being numb. All. The. Time. It’s feeling nothing when you know you should feel something. It’s not caring. About anything.

Severe depression messes with your moral center (and I don’t mean religious morals). It’s very difficult to differentiate between right or wrong because you feel no guilt, no shame, no elation. The quest becomes less about finding happiness (while in the throes of such an acute depression, happiness is not only impossible, the notion is utterly unbelievable—a fiction without any truth). The quest is merely to feel better. To feel at all.

Think about it. Despite his act of insincerity, Loki was probably prone to brooding even before his world fell apart. He probably experienced bouts of mild to moderate depression throughout his life. (The mischief might have helped to alleviate that.) Then he finds out what he is—not the son of Odin (whose approval he desperately wanted)—but one of very enemy he was raised to hate. Fast forward through his botched attempt at genocide, fratricide and successful patricide—then a fall through the vortex of the dying Bifrost (who knows what happened there?), and finally he was held captive by Thanos.

How is he not depressed? (If not suffering from a complete psychosis.) And I doubt he is not cognizant enough to realize the severity of his mental illness.

And so he pursues these things, thinking that he’ll feel better (that he’ll feel something) and in the end, he still feels nothing.

You’ll never convince me that Loki’s look of blankness as he lets go of Gungnir, that that was a suicide attempt, is not part of some severe depression issues and that everything just gets magnified to about a thousand times worse and twisted up when he goes through the Void.