constellation chart

i. meeting you: when I saw you, the world didn’t reroute on a new axis but the stars seemed to glimmer a little more than I remembered them doing the night before. from the moment our hands brushed, something in me shivered, some part of my heart shook, a form of a yes. a yes, you belong in my life, a yes, you are meant to matter. but we clashed in a storm of fire and ice and it took me what looking back seems like a lifetime to realize that you’ve changed me, that a part of me recognized your scars as the same as mine the moment you spoke a part of my name.

ii. understanding you: it took breaking, it took sobbing in the middle of night and realizing that yes I can be alone with you. it’s this moment, where I see you looking at me, not like you can save me, no. but like you recognize the shadows dancing on my skin, the faint bruises and clenched fists and the ache inside my heart. And the world grows quiet, like it’s giving this moment the weight it deserves, and it’s in the darkness that I realize we can change the universe.

iii. trusting you: and our hands grow bloody as our hearts open, spilling part of us on the ground that the other picks up and remakes. forging a sword, a shield, a song out the echoes we let break away from our souls. somehow I realize the voice in the back of my mind, giving me hope, giving me faith, sounds a lot like yours, it sounds like the way you say my name and I say yours the same way. as absolution, as something almost like salvation, as a need that I can’t live without

iv. loving you: and it’s when you’re threatened, it’s when you’re hurt and the rage that raises up inside me contains the bitten scream of “mine”. it’s when you take my hand, you take my burden like I haven’t transformed myself into atlas to save you. It’s when you gaze into my eyes like i’m something worth worshipping, like i’m something worth burning the universe for. and it comes and goes in waves until one day I wake up and my first thought is you, and when I dream the last name I utter is yours

v. losing you: but the stars that stayed silent at our turning point aren’t content to watch us, no they want to test us but they didn’t understand that loving you  stopped being something that scared me the moment I realized it because, darling, I don’t know where you end and where I begin.  so yes, I lost you to space and time, I nearly lost you to fate but we were always fighters and so I know you’ll come back to me, I know you’ll come home to me.  and our devotion outstrips the fairytales because we were never guaranteed a happy ending, with our dirty hands, with our sly smiles, with our cuts and scars but we’ve made the constellations want to chart our names


  vi. finding you:  when we crash back together, the world narrows down to the sound of a beating heart, pounding loud enough to be a greek chorus and it’s a welcome change from the way my chest seemed empty. I always knew that in a crowd of thousands I’d be able to meet your eyes, to find you. and with our smiles the universe restarts, with my name dropping from your lips the sun reignites, because we are the center of the story, from the beginning up till now and we’re only just past the first chapter.

—  The 5 Stages of Loving You by Abby S
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The Dunhuang Star map is one of the first known graphical representations of stars from ancient Chinese astronomy, dated to the Tang Dynasty (618–907). Before this map, much of the star information mentioned in historical Chinese texts had been questioned. The map provides a graphical verification of the star observations, and are part of a series of pictures on one of the Dunhuang manuscripts. The astronomy behind the map is explained in an educational resource posted on the website of the International Dunhuang Project, where much of the research on the map has been done. The Dunhuang Star map is to date the world’s oldest complete preserved star atlas.

i. you touch him and it’s like a war. the burning in your bones overpowers your mind and your heart pounds like the drums calling soldiers to the bloodbath. it’s violent and visceral and you feel some part of you latch onto to his skin, a mark left on you for the stars to find when they uncover your story.

ii. he smiles at you and the stars become surpassed in what brings you light. it’s all teeth but there’s a hint of joy in the way his mouth moves around you. the sun’s blaze turns to ash and you feel warm and wanted. you are living in the darkness until his grin finds yours and from that moment, everything in you is made with his echoes. 

iii. his voice becomes your compass, becomes your truth north. his voice is the one you can pick out in the middle of the crowd, in the middle of the battle because it is the map to home. the sound of your name coming off his lips is your anchor and without his voice you would drown, down to bottom of the endless ocean.

iv. his eyes are dark enough to fall in. his eyes hold the torment he has been through and you wish you could heal his scars but you can only try to take away some of the ache. his eyes would make the deities of the ancient world throw themselves into the pit to prevent anymore loss. his eyes find yours and the colors of the universe seem brighter, seem softer, seem more beautiful. 

v. you love him. that is what the pounding of your heart sings. you love him from this universe to the next and the constellations will yearn to chart your story and the history books will place your names side by side and it will never be enough. because you love him and even after death, you’d find him.

—  Depths of Devotion by Abby S

While the skies dim, try and find these Norton Critical Edition constellations high in the sky! 

(You can zoom in by clicking on the post at our homepage!)

you asked me once what I am afraid of
the answer is you, you not staying, you not fighting
my greatest fear, even after all this war, is losing you

it is not dying, I feel I’ve died a thousand times before this morning 
it is not you dying either, because yes I would shatter, I would splinter but you dying would be your choice, in a burst of fire and ruin

but I couldn’t survive losing you to circumstance, to fear
I’d become hollow, chest empty, gravestone written with traces of you
if something other than the stars succeeded in threatening us 

because we have enough tragedy growing on our bones,
we have enough of an inferno raging in our hearts
that the constellations have already started charting our story

but I don’t tell you this, I don’t break the sunlight and make it storm
I just tell what used to terrify me before you burrowed inside my heart
before I made a home in your soul

—  Unfinished Stories #218 by Abby S
The Vertex in Astrology, Part 1

The Vertex is the point where the Western Horizon (where the sun sets in the 7th house) and the Ecliptic (the constellations) intersect. Visualize a birth chart as an overlay to these images. The Vertex is always in the 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, or 9th house, as this is the Western Hemisphere of the chart. The AntiVertex is always exactly opposite your Vertex, so the AntiVertex can be in houses 11, 12, 1, 2, or the 3rd house, as this is the Eastern Hemisphere of the chart. For example, I have my Vertex in the 8th house and the AntiVertex in the 2nd house. The AntiVertex is where the Eastern Horizon (where the planets rise in the 1st house) intersects with the Ecliptic.

This picture above looks like the chart would have the Vertex in the 5th house and the Anti Vertex in the 11th house.

To discover your Vertex, go to, place your cursor on “Free Horoscopes”, then click on “Exteneded Chart Selection”. Under “Additional Objects, you’ll find the Vertex. This is the luxury of modern day astrology, computers do the nitty gritty work for you.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these images, found them on Bing.

This picture below looks like the Vertex is in the 8th house and the Anti Vertex is in the 2nd house.

As you know, the Earth has tilted 23.5 degrees on its axis, and that is why there has been this propaganda about “The Constellations have Shifted…” Back in the days of the Babylonians, the constellations lined up with the seasons, but now they do not, so astrologers choose to either be Sidereal/Vedic (constellation based) or Tropical/Western (season based signs). Ptolemy was well aware that the constellations move one degree every 72 years, he didn’t know that one day Astronomers would use this fact to falsely disprove the zodiac. I don’t feel a connection to the constellations, in my opinion it’s totally weird to look at clusters of stars and think, “that’s a goat” or “that’s a crab”, etc. but that’s another conversation entirely, you can check out my post “Why it Does Not Matter to Prove Whether Astrology is “Real”. To me, seasons hold more tangible insight than constellations, that’s why I’m a Western Astrologer!

AntiVertex in the 11th house, Vertex in the 5th house: By finding the truest friends (11th), you will reach your greatest creativity (5th). Many introverted types tell themselves they don’t need more people in their life, that they enjoy being a loner; the truth is, we all innately desire a sense of community (11th) in order to feel genuinely fulfilled (5th). Being part of a group will inspire you, and finding the right one, where people share your ideals (11th) will lead you toward soulful self expression (5th).

AntiVertex in the 12th house, Vertex in the 6th house: You need other people to help you help you understand the depths of your subconscious mind (12th), so that you can be the most productive worker (6th). Other people bring you away from self harm (12th) and you develop competency at dealing with daily life tasks (6th). By uncovering your inner baggage, working thru your inner complexes (12th), not letting your deep seated wounds affect the way you treat others, you will become a highly functioning (6th) individual who is healthy mentally and physically (6th).

AntiVertex in the 1st house, Vertex in the 7th house: You attract people who influence your image (1st), because you are often finding yourself in others (7th). You’re more of a people person, averse to being alone. Your soul came into this life agreeing to learn to be less self centered, to focus your energy on being present for others.

AntiVertex in the 2nd house, Vertex in the 8th house: You attract people to help you with pragmatic stuff, so that you can focus on Esoteric subjects. Others around you have money and are more organized (2nd), while you are more of a soul searcher (8th), enthralled by delving into mysterious topics.

AntiVertex in the 3rd house, Vertex in 9th house: You attract people who take care of remedial thinking, such as mundane paperwork, daily details of life, logistics, etc., so that you get to focus on higher learning. You are more drawn to philosophy, sociology, anthropology, and various ways of life than trivial knowledge. You may feel like the way history, math, English, and science are taught in schools is dull and you strive to learn them your own way, you’d rather explore than do things “by the book”. Disheartened by academia, you have the potential to be a grand intellectual once you have time to pursue your own studies and no longer be concerned with ordinary mental tasks.

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Rating:  PG
Author: @kateyes224
Category:  MSR
Summary:  Something I didn’t think I was capable of.  Complete and utter MSR fluff.  The equivalent of Shipper cotton candy.  Or maybe lemon meringue?
A/N:  For an anon who asked me the following, and got me to thinking…Is Scully romantic in nature? We all know she’d die for Mulder but what trivial things does she do for romance?

They don’t sext.  

Never have, never will.  If either of them groped for a justification for this dearth of visual piquancy in their relationship, both would demur that at any given point during the past twenty-five years, any and all of their phone lines, land, cellular, or satellite, and all of their internet connections and servers, had likely been bugged.  

And as any conspiracy nut will tell you, being surveilled tends to put a damper on displays of affection, both public and private.  

Mulder had managed to quell his seemingly voracious sexual appetite early on, monasticized by her sudden, austere presence in his basement office and in his life.  After their few first years together, he appeared to be quite willing to forego the pleasures his magazines and videos had previously sated.  If he recognized that he was sexually unfulfilled, he chalked it up as a win in light of the fact that he was being intellectually nourished as never before.  

Intercourse, he figured, could wait, at least until she was good and ready.  

Besides, Scully had always had a rather demure, dignified sort of sexiness about her.  She wasn’t often wanton.  She wasn’t a screamer.  

She most certainly didn’t sext.

So the first time it happened, when she was going on hour 43 of a two-day on-call stint, Mulder figured she must have accidentally snapped a photo of some indiscriminate countertop somewhere in the hospital.  A pale formica or porcelain surface speckled with smudges left behind by some errant janitor.  But the following text message had him scratching his head:

Guess correctly and you get a prize.

Scully said nothing about it when she came home the following morning and crawled into bed at oh-dark-thirty.  Mulder figured it must have been a mistake, an accidental butt shot, perhaps.  She’d butt-dialed him before.  An incidental photo wasn’t that far-fetched.  He curled himself around her and fell back asleep, forgetting the whole thing.

A few weeks went by, and April slipped quietly into May.  The sun finally decided to come out after a long, hard winter, and spring exploded in Virginia in earnest, giving Mulder ample opportunity to clear and refertilize the garden boxes behind the house.  

One sunny Sunday afternoon found the two of them kneeling side by side in the garden palming delicate, bright green seedlings that would yield squash and corn and cherry tomatoes by the hundreds into the loamy earth.

Mulder glanced over and offhandedly remarked that she’d forgotten to wear the wide-brim hat that shielded not only her face but the slim bones of her shoulders from the sun.  Her skin was flushed pink and dusted with cinnamon freckles he knew for a fact hadn’t been there when she’d crawled out of bed that morning. She’d rolled her eyes and muttered something about a bottle of aloe vera he could make use of, later, if need be.

And, indeed, he’d concentrated on mapping each and every new freckle that had appeared that night, kissing his way over and across her body and putting that eidetic memory to good use.  

Memorizing her has by far been the most generous and worthy exercise of this talent.

When next his cell phone buzzed, it was just after ten in the morning the very next day.  This time, the photo that accompanied the text was a bit more clear, but the message itself still hazy and difficult to read.  

I’ll understand if you don’t recognize these.  They’re new.

The image is, yet again, the same paleish pink backdrop and the focus is distractedly blurred of the splotches that mar whatever surface she’s photographed.  

Mulder scratches his head, confused.  

When he texts her back with, Do you need me to pick something up at the store?, she immediately responds with, No, just tell me where these are.  If you’re right, you’ll get something extra special tonight.

Mulder studies the image for hours.  He brings up maps of the United States and the world, hoping he’ll recognize the spots for cities or countries or UFO sightings.  He brings up images of the stars, charts of constellations and ancient maritime navigational methods.  Nothing matches.

He’s settled onto the couch with a beer to watch the ball game and wait for her to come home when it hits him.  He can remember three of the seven spots he’d seen from a moment years before, when he’d wrapped himself around her and nestled his nose into her hair and murmured words into the pulse point behind her ear.  He’d made a study of that precious few inches of skin, her neck and her jawline and her ear lobe, and knew for certain that there was a beauty mark hiding just under the line of her lower mandible.

He grabs his phone and texts back, his thumbs typing away at a speed he didn’t know he was capable of.  

Your neck, just under your left ear.  I’ve kissed that spot enough times to know it by heart.

A few seconds for her to respond, but when his phone buzzes, he smiles at her message back.  It’s just an emoji, the smiley face one with heart eyes.  

That night, after dinner, she climbs on top of him on the couch and kisses him breathless, riding him until he’s sure he won’t be able to walk right for days.

It becomes a favorite game they play, on the nights and early mornings when she’s working past the point of exhaustion and he’s missing her so badly it physically pains him.  

She’ll text him a picture of some cluster of freckles or a lone beauty mark somewhere on her body, and he’ll rack his brain to remember precisely where it is.

Sometimes it takes him a few guesses, especially during those summer months when her skin seems to tan the remembered landmarks into oblivion as the freckles join forces in dense clusters on her shoulders and chest.  

By the time winter rolls around, it only takes him seconds to respond to the cryptic pictures she sends him.  

He saves them all, and to this day he can pull them up on his phone and recite from memory where each one is on her body.

Sign of the Month

The Story of Taurus and Persephone 

The mythology of Taurus begins with a wandering bull known as Cerus. The large and mighty Cerus was a feared beast who trampled villages to pieces on a whim. He was owned by no one, and none of the farmers knew where he came from. Due to his size and strength his legend became immortal, no one could stop Cerus.

The wild bull Cerus was out of control, no one had ever been able to stop his rampages. One day Persephone, the goddess of Spring, finds him trampling through a field of recently-bloomed flowers and goes to him and her presence calms him. They form a bond together, and the bull learns to behave himself. Persephone teaches the bull patience and how to use his strength wisely.

Taurus is a sign of the Spring joining in with Persephone every year in the spring when the goddess returns from the underworld, Cerus joins her. She sits upon his back and he runs her through the fields, allowing her to set all of the plants in bloom as they ride by. In the fall when Persephone returns to Hades, Cerus returns to the sky as the Taurus constellation.


Nicknames: Aster, Stratos
Is a combo of Science Sans and Outer Sans

Age: 16
Roommate: Karma
Closest friends: Haz, Bobble, North, Charamelon
Hobbies: Astronomy, Alien hunting,
Likes: Sci-fyi, Undertrek tv show, star charts, Constellations, star gazing
Dislikes: Mystical nonsense, surprises, doing laundry,

Aster, also known as Stratos is studying to be an astronomer. He likes making star charts and maps of the sky. He spends a lot of time outside gazing at the stars and trying to figure out why they don’t follow any sort of patern. With science! He wants to make a map of the stars for the whole omega timeline one day. He really likes aliens and hopes to make an alien friend one day. (Because of shenanigans he thinks the anons are aliens sending him cryptic messages.) He also spends a lot of time arguing with karma on the merits of science vs fortune telling and why science is better. He gets mistaken for a Tv show or gameshow host a lot and it drives him up the wall.

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Sometimes the sun shines in just the right way. And it feels as though you are checking up on me. It feels like a reminder that for one perfect moment I felt sure in who I was and who I loved. There’s a moment when the sky bursts into beauty. When colors alight the view from this bullet riddled, firestorm of a planet and I feel like the universe is trying to tell me that I can be okay, that you’ll come back to me. That the constellations will still chart the story of us and that it will not be tragedy.

That I’ll be able to feel your skin against mine, to trace your lips with my eyes and to stand by your side and feel like a conqueror instead of just a lost soul. Instead of someone who pleads with the stars to send me a shooting one because now I know exactly what I’d wish for. Now I know that the universe has formed us into a magnet and we won’t, can’t, be separated forever.

I’m sure it’s safer by your side. I’m sure that I’ll feel stronger with your hand brushing mine, I’m sure the colors seem more vibrant when I’m hearing your voice speak my name. I’m sure that I’ll see you again. I see your echoes now already because you have infected me and transformed me and given me hope.

Hope that burns within me beyond the fire, hope that can never die as long as I am able to conjure up your voice in my mind. I never dreamed I’d be shipwrecked. I never dreamed I’d be scarred. I never dreamed that darkness would taint me. But it has. It did. But the minute you stormed into my life, the minute you showed up, a spark ignited in me.

You brought me back to life.

And even though that life has been shaken and tortured and I have ripped myself apart a thousand over, that spark never died because you believed in me. You had faith in me when I felt I was nothing and I will return that faith until the sun stops rising, I will return that unshakeable, unbreakable, utterly remarkable gift you have given me with your touch, your eyes, your words, your heart and I will bestow upon you the universe in all it’s glory and still it wouldn’t be enough. I can never thank you, not completely, for your belief and your trust in me but everyday I will try to give you a measure of what you have given since we first became partners, bound in blood but more than that bound by love.

So I hope that you’re looking at the stars, wishing on the same ones and I hope that one day I can kiss you as the colors fade. As the sky become streaked with golden light and magnified in rusty pinks and soft oranges and you and I dance without the shadows pulling on our skin. And you and I whisper the words we were always afraid to say and maybe as the night dawns, we’ll be able to shake the shivers and take what we’ve always wanted.

         - Sunlight Love by Abby S


Summary: Six months later, Donald learns to survive.
Word Count: 4215

He knew his sister like he knew his own mind, or he thought he did, and that’s the problem isn’t it? 

Donald Duck deserves the moon, stars, and sun for what he’s done for those boys, and you know what…if it was offered he probably wouldn’t accept it. Probably.

As a young duck, Donald relished in the unknown. As a young duck he relished in the unknown. Creatures of archaic origins and Beagle Boys crunched under his temper. This was an appropriate method in approaching a life like his. He had known pretty and fickle women. He still felt the sting of her slap on his right cheek as she sped off on her unicycle. Zealous protectiveness was a hindrance to his adventurous lifestyle.

He fought the Beagle Boys until his knuckles were bruised bloody. A frozen kraken tentacle was preserved for a late night snack in his freezer. Donna’s scent, the touch of her feathers, and the sound of her voice were recalled in fond abstract. It was how most old flames existed in memory.

Donald handled it. He handled it and came out on top. He handled it and came out on bottom.

All it had taken to reverse twenty-five years of reckless, impulsive, and heartbreaking behavior was a lunar goddess’ spear, a missing twin sister, and three, suddenly orphaned, toddlers.

Della sold him his greatest misadventure, and what she left behind too tiny, too fragile, and indescribably heavy for him to handle on his own.

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