a map of the heavens

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I think to be courageous, you have to be afraid. For me, it feels very courageous when I go skiing because I’m very, very afraid to ski. It’s dangerous! I feel very scared. But when I’m acting, I don’t feel very scared.

The compass – Lee Ho San (English Translation).


Waded through brilliant light breaking the morning

Glided over the starlight illuming the evening

Then I was met with clouds yet to be adventured

And I was lost with my directions unanswered

I made my loneliness my makeshift friend

And I unraveled heaven’s map

Round and round the compass ran, and it whispered to me.

North is where you go

Where your childhood dream brushed away is where you belong

South is where you go

Where your first loss of love befell is where you belong

West is where you go

There I can see you waiting long

Then I stopped

From here and on

No more can I go.

Your message awakened the morning

Our calls lightened the evening

My head would feel this happiness is mirage of thin air

My steps would refuse to take me there

I made agony my momentary friend

And I rewound back to my past

Round and round the compass ran, and it whispered to me.

North is where you go

Where your childhood dream brushed away is where you belong

South is where you go

Where your first loss of love befell is where you belong

West is where you go

There I can see you waiting long

Then I stopped

From here and on

No more can I go.

I raced endlessly south

To see how bad it hurts. But you know what…?

The sun was but an empty globe

The compass was but within me all along. Oh—

North is where you go

Where you sealed your childhood trauma is where you belong

South is where you go

Where your past love and obsession lie is where you belong

West is where you go

There you’re still waiting long

Then I stopped

From here and on

To you is where I go.

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This is to beautiful!!! I start crying!!!!!

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A while back I was asked about what my favorite wincest fics are, and here they are! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Check out my other wincest fic recs for more of my favorite stories ( x , x )


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Based on a post by nothingtobeseenhereipromise

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Underage-weecest.

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AU

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Lostcauses Fic: North Star

For @seitsensarvi


It was Erwin who had first named the stars, all those years ago on the rooftop of the old Survey Corps headquarters where Levi had fled to escape waking dreams of green-eyed ghosts and bloodied corpses.  The ghosts followed him out into the night but at least it was easier to breathe up there, even if every freezing breath made his bones feel like they would shake apart.  And that’s where Erwin had found him, staring out into the darkness with blank unseeing eyes.

“That’s Sirius.”

“Huh?”

Levi turned his head. Erwin was standing behind him, pointing up into the night sky.

“Sirius, the Dog Star.”

Levi followed the line of his finger to the pinprick of light.

“You’re shivering.”

It wasn’t a question, but before Levi could answer, a too-large jacket was draped over his shoulders. It was warm and smelled faintly of saddle soap, sweat and cologne. Levi shrugged, but he couldn’t help burrowing into the warmth and the scent, as Erwin sat down at the far end of the parapet.

“Why’s it called that?”

“I don’t rightly know.”  Erwin laughed softly in the darkness, a warm human sound that made something in Levi’s chest ache.

The following night it was the hunter.

“His name’s Orion.  See? There’s his belt and his sword.”

“What the fuck? That doesn’t look anything like a sword.”

The next night again it was the water carrier.

“Aquarius. I think that’s supposed to be the outline of a water jar, and that’s the water pouring out.”  

Erwin was squinting into the darkness, brows creased together.  He didn’t sound convinced.

“Yeah right…” Levi muttered.  He’d stopped shivering.  

“That’s Pisces!” Erwin pointed excitedly one night.  “The fishes.  You couldn’t see it last month.”

“Why not?”

“The stars move. They rotate around the sky throughout the year.”

“How do you know all this shit anyway?”

The silence stretched into the darkness and when Erwin spoke again his voice was thick and tight.

“My father taught me.”

Night after night Erwin mapped the heavens and named the stars. None of it made any sense to Levi, but the names of the stars kept the ghosts at bay.

“That’s the plough,” he said one night, pointing to the west.  

Levi didn’t know what a plough was, but it didn’t matter because Erwin’s arm was pressed against his shoulder and he could feel the warmth of his breath on his cheek.

“Looks more like a pan to me.”

“A pan?”

Levi could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, there’s the handle, see?”

Levi pointed, tracing the outline of a saucepan in the sky

“Oh yes, you’re right!”

One night Erwin pointed directly overhead.

“See that one?”

“Which one?” Levi tilted his head back, until it rested against Erwin’s shoulder.

“That one.  The bright one.”

Levi nodded.

“That’s Polaris, the North Star or the Pole Star.  Some people call it the guiding star.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it never moves.”

“You said all the stars moved.”

“Not that one.  That one is always in the North.  If you ever get lost or…” Erwin stopped suddenly.

“Or what?” Levi angled his head to look up at his face.  Erwin was frowning, his eyes dark in the starlight.  

“If something happens, if you every get left behind…outside the walls.  That star will guide you home.”

“Home?”  The word was foreign in Levi’s mouth.

“Well, back here at any rate.”  

Erwin’s arm tightened around Levi’s shoulders, drawing him closer in the darkness.

“No shit.”

And it was true.  Levi always made it back.  He followed his guiding star and he always made it home. Until the day his North Star was snuffed out and Levi found himself alone, lost and directionless in a world with no compass.  

One night, when the aching emptiness grew too much to bear, he went back to the old headquarters, scaled the walls and climbed onto the roof.  Polaris hung bright and steady overhead as Levi sat in the darkness and traced patterns in the sky, calling back his ghosts with the names of the stars.

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Laniakea: Our home supercluster

Superclusters – regions of space that are densely packed with galaxies – are the biggest structures in the Universe. But scientists have struggled to define exactly where one supercluster ends and another begins. Now, a team based in Hawaii has come up with a new technique that maps the Universe according to the flow of galaxies across space. Redrawing the boundaries of the cosmic map, they redefine our home supercluster and name it Laniakea, which means ‘immeasurable heaven’ in Hawaiian.

Just a little nighttime cosmic perspective for yall. 

Gameplay mechanics are important to my shipping. 

  • Pharah and Mercy are designed for each other. Mercy is the ideal person to heal Pharah. They fly through the skies together, pissing off red teams the world over. 
  • Zenyatta’s orbs are fantastic for healing that rogue Genji across the map. Heaven knows Mercy can’t fucking get to him and Ana can’t fucking hit him.
  • If you’ve got a Reinhardt and not an Ana, you’re in a world of trouble. 

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 119:105
The Bible contains the mind of God, the state of man, the way of salvation, the doom of sinners, and the happiness of believers. Its doctrines are holy, its precepts are binding, its histories are true and immutable. Read it to be wise, believe it to be safe, and practice it to be holy. It contains light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort to cheer you.
It is the traveller’s map and the believer’s sword.Christ is its subject, here, Heaven is opened, treasures are discovered and the gates of hell disclosed.
It should fill our memory, rule our hearts, and guide our feet. Read it slowly, frequently, and prayerfully. It is a mine of wealth and a river of pleasure.

Your golden map drawn in lines of emeralds.

Heavens and stars
and hills of soft smells 
were waiting for you
the eternal realms
of pure sand
hiding the statues
of truth and liberty
the knowledge of who we were. 

You have to finish your roads
the map is already drawn
with several roads for you to travel,
and you have to stay on them.

You being here
means expansion of everything
so you are needed.

But this is a net of pain
be careful, do always take care of 
your own self, cause no one else 
will do it for you, with the love and 
honesty, and truthfulness
that you may offer yourself.

The one you know the most
with the deepest answers of all
a door of gold, that only you
can open, understand. 

All other is wonderful reflections
of who we really are. So, we need
each other in knowing ourselves.  

Dreaming a song

No timer counts down to our union.
Only the heavens know of that hour.
No map leads me to you, or tells me
Of the miles that keep us apart,
Only time can show us the way.
Not the sort that fantasizes future,
I know today is all I can claim my own
But lately I’ve been dreaming of how
My racing heart will set the beats
Twined with the rhythm of rain on leaves.
Whistle of winds will mimic a melody
born atop the sea, only for us to hear.
Clouds will sway and shades of violet
will dance in the sky as words from me
cascade into your ears in lyrical harmony.
The moon’s pull will compose a chorus
performed by crashing waves of blue
In symphony with the song I
’d sing to you.

Hira // waiting for you.


Written for the prompt : the song I’d sing to you.