The 10th House sits at the very top of our chart and symbolizes our own public image. It is quite common for people to not relate to the sign on the 10th House cusp or the planets that live there. This is because we must grow into the 10th house, it does not come natural to us and it is not unusual for us to detest the qualities of the sign or planets in the 10th House in our younger years. This house shows us how we are perceived in the eye of the public but not so much in our private lives.
Signs in the 10th House ~
Aries in the 10th House: These people tend to appear to be very passionate about everything that they do. They can sometimes seems a little hyper or overexcited but this comes across in a childlike charm. Other people might see them to be quick to anger even if this isn’t the case.
Taurus in the 10th House: They tend to appear very calm and level headed. People see them as patient and caring but are also aware that they aren’t pushovers. They appear strong and durable but can also be seen to be quite stubborn and unyielding.
Gemini in the 10th House: These people may seem to others that they are always “go, go, go” and rarely every slow down! They might seem shallow and “quippy” and unfortunately often have the reputation of a gossip. They seem to be very cunning and mischievous which just adds to their sprite-like charm.
So I wanted to outline some of the new topics outlined in the new California history-social sciences curriculum to include and celebrate LGBTQ+ history. Because it’s something I’ve been doing a lot of research into and I just think it’s absolutely fantastic. The following is copied from the “Making the Framework Fair” document - a report from the Committee on LGBT History. It’s a comprehensive list of the topics proposed.
> Grade 2:
• LGBT families in the context of understanding family diversity as a contemporary and historical reality
• Central roles played by gender and sexuality in California’s history as a site of rich, contested, and changing
- How settlers and missionaries sought to impose European American concepts of gender and sexuality on
Native American societies
- Possibilities and motivations for same-sex intimacies and gender diversity in frontier conditions and the
Gold Rush era
- The role of gender and sexuality in nineteenth- and early twentieth-century migrant belonging and policing
- The crucial place of California and Californians in the development of the modern LGBT rights movement
• Variation over time, region, and culture in colonial American practices and laws with regard to gender and
- Native American gender and sexual diversity and European responses in the context of North American
- Regional diversity in family and community arrangements, gender roles and possibilities, and approaches to
sexuality in law and practice, with attention to Puritans, Quakers, Southern settlers, and enslaved Africans
• Fundamental transformations in gender and sexuality in conjunction with nineteenth-century urbanization
- Same-sex romantic friendship as an accepted cultural practice resulting from the separate spheres ideology
and shifting gender expectations for women and men
- Roles of gender and sexuality in the practice and struggles over slavery and emancipation
- Interlocking ways that gender, sexuality, and race shaped Western expansionism and the diverse
possibilities it presented
- Evolving social and cultural expressions of intimacy between men and women (including same-sex
relations) through urbanization and immigration
• The evolution of modern LGBT communities and identities
- Relationships formed in the late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century female worlds of settlement
houses, women’s colleges, and social movements
- Sexual and gender diversity in early twentieth-century cities and cultural movements, including the Harlem
- The impact on approaches to same-sex sexuality, gender diversity, and cultural expression of 1920s changes
in sexual and gender norms, including Prohibition, the rise of dating, and the emphasis on companionate
- New possibilities in World War II for same-sex intimacy, community, and identity on the homefront and
- The postwar creation of vibrant if persecuted LGBT subcultures
- The formation of open and expressive LGBT cultures and communities since the 1970s
- Contemporary diversity of LGBT people, families, and relationships
• Twentieth-century persecution of sexual and gender minorities and the related growth of the LGBT civil rights
- The medicalization of homosexuality and gender diversity as pathological and the subsequent struggle
against this perspective
- Systematic World War II attempts to eliminate gay men and lesbians from the military and the
establishment of a regime of dishonorable discharge that denied many veterans their rights to benefits
- The Lavender Scare targeting gay men and lesbians, which developed in conjunction with the postwar Red
Scare and exceeded its impact in both time and scope
- Homophile, gay liberation, and contemporary LGBT movements as part of the story of civil rights activism in
the United States
- Anti-gay activism as part of the rise of the New Right
- AIDS as a medical, political, and social issue in U.S. history
- Court cases about same-sex sexuality and gender diversity demonstrating changes in policies and public
opinion over time
This is super exciting news for parents and teachers in California. Hopefully the rest of the U.S. follows suit quickly. It’s also important to note that teachers aren’t really being forced to teach these subjects, nor are they yet included in textbooks, worksheets, or other teaching tools very widely. Teachers are receiving trainings, but it will take years to disseminate this throughout the state.
And The Oscar Goes To Also on AO3 Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can’t go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it’s not like he’s going to win so he doesn’t have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech… right?
This one is for my OSA (one sentence anon) who keeps cheering me on and motivating me. I wouldn’t have finished this WIP if it wasn’t for you, so thanks dude, whoever you are!
Earlier in his career, Stiles Stilinski had thought that walking one red carpet meant he had walked them all, but this award season had proved that assumption to be totally false. Walking a red carpet when you’ve been nominated for an award at the show was an entirely new experience. Sure, he had been nominated for People’s Choice Awards and more fan-driven ones before, but this year he had finally broken out of the rom-com and buddy comedy genres and into roles that challenged him. And this year, he was walking the red carpet at the Oscar with the chance to win not just one, but two once he entered the building.
Some had called 2016 his breakout year, others had said they knew that he could do it all along, and others still had questioned his ability to take on some of the more serious roles until they saw the films he was starring in. So here he was, at his third Academy Awards, but this time he was nominated instead of just attending. It had been a nerve-wracking award season that had left Stiles with a Golden Globe, a SAG award, and two Critic’s Choice awards, but none of that would hold a candle to this.
“Stiles, you have to move,” Lydia Martin–his agent and manager–said to him, pushing him toward the final reporter along the carpet. “Smile more.”
Stiles resisted the eyeroll that he could feel building; he didn’t want to be on the cover of some trashy tabloid with his eyes rolled back in his head and a caption commenting on his mental instability or an attitude problem. “Stiles! You look great,” Erica Reyes from Access Hollywood said, her voice sweet as syrup and her lips fire-engine red.
“So do you, Ms. Reyes. Are you sure I can’t convince you to leave your husband and run away with me?” Stiles said with a charming smile. He had gone to UCLA with Erica’s husband Vernon Boyd and they had been, and still were, good friends. Boyd was currently the star wide receiver for the New Orleans Saints and would kick his ass if he were here in that moment.
“Ah ah ah, you know that I’m loyal,” Erica said with a smile. “But what about you? Who are you here with? Have a hot date that you’re hiding somewhere?”
“Of course I do,” Stiles told her. “My dad’s right over there.”
“Oh! Of course he is; he’s your permanent date during award season.” Erica said and then waved. “Hi, Sheriff.”
John Stilinski waved back with a smile, “Aren’t you going to ask me who I’m wearing?”
“I would, but that’s Laura Hale and I need to catch her before she gets inside. She and that hunky artist brother of hers skipped half the reporters already; I can’t let them skip me,” Erica said, giving Stiles a little smile. “It was lovely talking to you Stiles; good luck!”
Several months after a youth football team in Texas faced death threats on social media and retaliation from its league for kneeling during the United States’ national anthem, a coalition of NFL players has stepped up to help the squad rebuild.
According to ESPN, Devin McCourty of the New England Patriots, Malcolm Jenkins and Torrey Smith of the Philadelphia Eagles and free agent wide receiver Anquan Boldin have donated a combined $20,000 to fund the inaugural season of the Southeast Texas Oilers, a team made up of former members of the Beaumont Bulls who left the organization after their 2016 protest. Read more. (6/23/17, 7:51 PM)
Hey, I don’t know if this is how this works, but I adore the Elsewhere University world, and as a former theatre person it really spoke to me. I wrote something for you. I hope it’s half decent.
Elsewhere U turned out fantastic stage managers. They were punctual, sharp, attentive, and—most importantly—incredibly flexible in scheduling and communication, honed from years of having to contact entire casts and crews at the drop of a pin. Rehearsal has been moved to the gym; 3:30 call. Fitting schedules to come. Leave your schedules free. The theatre department always had a few too many of them, but that worked out. Freshmen got assigned their own stage manager buddy to help them out. Perhaps the software engineers didn’t need the extra help with the rules, but They loved theatre, and without the help the underclassmen would disappear in droves. The more jaded stage managers would meet up after welcome week and cast lots on which ones would disappear first.
This year, the top candidate was universal: ‘Andromeda’, some costume technician from God-Knew-Where. She was the kind of shiny-eyed kid who already liked the Weird Stuff (the kind of high schooler who read about demons and bought crystals and did tarot cards with no real regard for the Rules) and really liked it. The upperclassmen techs were content to show up in their blacks, clutching their teas and coffee and blinking blearily into space. She showed up dripping in jewelry and piercings and vibrant colors. She’d talk to anyone (nervous chatter, mostly, but chatter inevitably lead to slips) and wrote fantasy stories and, worst of all, couldn’t seem to follow the unspoken rule of Don’t Look.
“But why not?” She demanded one time. Her beleaguered partner, “Pinstripe”, moaned and rubbed their tired eyes.
“Look, if you want to see what happens, be my fucking guest,” they snapped, “But don’t ask anyone to come and Trade you back.”
Andromeda survived somehow. Freshman year dulled her sparkle. Sophmore year spun around and she learned not to look, to be a little less conspicuous, not to chatter so much or so loudly. She started dating a sweet guy in the Music Department (a bassist, safe enough from Them) and drew less attention.
Even so, sometimes, when she was the last one to leave the basement Costume Shop, she’d pause in the empty theatre and stare across the seats, listening. Sometimes she swore she heard it; an undercurrent of whispers, the slight shift in the echo of air conditioner. Andromeda paused at the door like she did every night and unzipped her backpack, pulling out a six pack of vanilla pudding.
“Good night,” she whispered to the dark. Peeling open the containers, she left them in the last aisle and locked the doors behind her. It wouldn’t be there tomorrow.
Tech weeks went easier with her there, when the whole crew was tired and cranky and on the twelfth hour of blocking and light staging. When the whispers from the empty chairs got loud and angry and time started warping again, she’d pull out her writing notebook and read very softly until it hushed again, only the electricians on the catwalk shouting cues overhead. When wardrobe finished their laundry she stayed behind until the small hours of the morning, escorting them out into the stillness of the night and back safe to their dorms. She never came to harm alone out there; she had learned not to look, and now all of her jewelry was iron.
mrodofficial: This crazy ride began in 2001 to see the people from all walks of life world wide, especially in China receive us with so much love let’s me know that entering the side door into Hollywood action films is all worth it because we give a voice a stage and a dream machine to the voiceless. I hope we go to China with this franchise soon & thank them properly for their love & support. Mad love to the whole cast & to all the die hard fans Thank you every ticket is a vote for diversity.
at the clock, waiting for the hand to hit 12pm.
You bit your lip, your fingers tapped the table top,
impatiently. You had been waiting, since
last night for this. Your professor, Min Yoongi, who you’ve had a heated affair
with for the past 6 months, texted you telling you to meet him in his office during
your lunch break. You were so excited, watching him during class.
Everything about him
made you excited today. His white button up shirt, which fit tight on his body,
he left two buttons undone and he sleeves rolled up. Even his glasses were driving you wild today;
he drove you wild when his muscles flexed from reaching up to push them up on
The clock finally struck 12 and the other students rushed
out. You followed the crowd and slipped into his office, which was pretty close
to his classroom.
You sat down in his chair, patiently waiting for him to
Yoongi tended to take his time when he knew you were waiting
for him. It was his way of teasing you, since when he came in he’d get right to
This time he was taking extra long. About 15 minutes passed
and you decided to text him.
To Yoons: Are you on your way??
Another five minutes passed, before he answered you.
From Yoons : Be patient baby, I have a surprise for you.
Your face lit up. His surprises were always the best, the
last time he surprised you, you got good head and a new car.
Yoongi was that type of person. You never asked him for
anything; but he spoiled you just because her wanted to. Even though your
relationship with him was sexual, there were definite perks that showed you he
still cared about your well being. You lived well since meeting him, a new
apartment, vacations, and shopping sprees, whenever he felt like it.
You thought about all the possible things it could be, when
Yoongi walked in. You stood up, excited to see your gift, and you were taken
aback to see, Park Jimin trailing behind him.
Jimin was a senior, and fine as hell. You took Yoongi’s
class together. He was a dance major with an amazing body. You often caught
yourself looking at him as he walked, or smiling like a fool when he passed you
around campus. He was gorgeous; but what was he doing here?
“Yoongi what’s going
on?” you asked starring at the two men.
“Surprise.” Jimin said, walking towards you. Your eyes followed Yoongi, who locked the
He turned around with a smirk, leaning against the wall and
watching jimin, as he snaked his arm around your waist.
“I noticed you sneaking away to Mr. Min’s office.” Jimin
admitted as his lips made contact with your neck.
“and since I notice you looking at him all the time, I asked
him to join us.” Yoongi said.
Jimin kissed up and down your neck slowly, as his hands
squeezed and massaged your ass.
You moaned out softly, as you relaxed into Jimin’s touch. He
picked you up and placed you on the desk. You watched him carefully as he
removed his shirt. Your eyes moved to Yoongi as you heard his footsteps
You lifted your shirt, revealing the bra of the red lace lingerie
set Yoongi bought you. He bit his lip, a slight smile stretching across his
face. He loved when you wore what he bought you.
He walked next to you, placing his hand on your thigh and
His finger trailed up to the button of your jeans, only
needing his one hand to unbutton them.
Yoongi nibbled on your ear, and Jimin on your neck.
Your moans, constantly flowed as both men undressed you down
to your panties. Your clothes and bra slung across the office. Jimin laid you
back, dropping to his knees in front of you. He spread your legs, letting them
hang over his shoulders, as he thumbed over your clothed clit.
You moaned out his name, your back arching off the table.
Yoongi leaned in and his
tongue flicked over your nipple carefully. His tongue swirled around your erect
You gripped the bottom of his shirt, tightly. Jimin was already
driving you at full speed towards your orgasm. His fingers pumped in and out of
you, quickly, and his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit.
“come for us, baby.” Yoongi mumbled against your skin.
Your body shuttered to his words. Your eyes shut tightly as
you came all over Jimin’s fingers.
eyes slowly opened your eyes, as Jimin stood up, and removed his fingers from
you. He smiles softly and kissing your inner thigh, caressing it gently. He and
Yoongi switched positions, while you collected yourself. It didn’t seem real,
their hands all over you.
The boy you had fantasized about, and the man that always
made you feel amazing, were both making your body shake with pleasure and drip
Yoongi moved between your legs, his member springing up as
he took off his pants and boxers. The sound of Jimin’s zipper moving, rang in
You glanced over at the younger boy, marveling at the sight of
Your breath hitched as Yoongi filled you up in one quick
motion. His hips moving swiftly as he began to pound into your pussy roughly.
You had little time to mask in the pleasure, when your focus
was drawn to Jimin who pressed the tip of his member to your slightly parted
You happily welcomed him into your mouth, opening it wide to
receive his length. He moaned out lowly, feeling your warm mouth around his
cock. He placed his hand on the back of your head. His hips rocked back and
forth, slowly, as he casually fucked your mouth.
Yoongi buried his cock deep inside you. His hands firmly squeezed your
hips. Your moans muffled by Jimin’s cock; but still clearly heard. You didn’t have anything else to hold on to,
so your nails dug into Yoongi’s forearm. The pleasure he was delivering to you
sent chills down your spine.
The taste of Jimin on your tongue and the feel of Yoongi fucking
you was sending you over.
You were so close to your second orgasm. Your walls squeezed
around Yoongi’s cock. You screamed as his speed increased, his thumb rubbing
rhythmed circles into your clit.
Jimin pushed his cock deep into your throat, his own moans
growing louder, and his hips thrusting faster.
You watched a he bit down on his lip, probably to keep from
moaning loudly, only low grunts escaping from his lips.
He gripped your hair lightly and as he grew closer to his
orgasm his lips parted and his head tilted his head back, in pleasure. Moans flowed
from his lips along with soft whispers of profanities.
You gripped tightly to yoongi’s arm as your orgasm washed
In the same instance Jimin pulled your head back, with loud
moans , he stroked himself, until his seed erupted onto your face, covering
He let go of your head, catching his breath as he gently
kissed your lips.
Yoongi pushed your legs up, spreading them wider, as his
thrust became rough. His finger tips dug into your thighs.
Jimin’s hand worked its way to your clit. Both of them
working to bring you a third orgasm. At high speed they drove you over once
more. Both you and Yoongi coming explosively.
Yoongi balanced himself over you.
Your eyes were hazy but you could see he and Jimin smiling
at each other. Both seemed satisfied with how worn out you wore.
Jimin smiled sweetly as they both cleaned you up and dressed
“looks like we’re going to meet with Jimin
more often.” Yoongi said with a gummy smile.
You rubbed your eyes, nodding softly, trying to remove the
sleep from your eyes. You were worn out and ready for a nap. You definitely
needed to skip your next class.
They both kissed your cheeks, and Jimin walked you out to
Before you got in he pulled you close wrapping his arms around
your waist. “Next time, ill be fucking you.” He winked and opened your door for
As you drove off you saw Jimin waving through your mirror.
What an exciting time you were going to have with these two.
a/n:bless my soul. Jimin and yoongi are 2 of the biggest bias wreckers. I’m so tired after this.