Positive Expression VS Negative Express of Venus in a House ♀
Venus is the planet of love and luxury. Within this comes with concerns of inner-circle relationships such as love affairs and friendships, as well as relationships you have within the business world. Venus desires harmony with what we attach ourselves to. However, with every planet comes positive expression of it and a negative expression of it.
Venus in the 1st house: POSITIVE: Magnetic personality, charming, diplomatic and genuine. NEGATIVE: Passive-aggressive, shallow, plays dumb and two-faced.
Venus in the 2nd house: POSITIVE: Good taste, an aesthete, strong sense of values and lucky. NEGATIVE: Hedonistic, a spendthrift, materialistic and critical.
Venus in the 3rd house: POSITIVE: Charismatic, creative, peacekeeper and a good mediator. NEGATIVE: Schmoozer, schemer, dishonest and uncommitted.
Venus in the 4th house: POSITIVE: Sentimental, nurturing, artistic and an entertainer. NEGATIVE: Clingy, dependent, overprotective and demanding.
Venus in the 5th house: POSITIVE: Sensual, lively, affectionate and loyal. NEGATIVE: Overindulges, party-animal, dramatic and childish.
Venus in the 6th house: POSITIVE: Practical, understanding, conscious and detail-oriented. NEGATIVE: Unromantic, critical, smothering and squeamish.
Venus the 7th house: POSITIVE: Endearing, sociable, loving and considerate NEGATIVE: Pushover, clingy, taxing and fake.
Venus in the 8th house: POSITIVE: Seductive, passionate, devoted and intriguing. NEGATIVE: Intense, easily-bored, envious and lacks self-control.
Venus in the 9th house: POSITIVE: Helpful, adventurous, understanding and intuitive. NEGATIVE: Easily dissatisfied, uncommitted, distant and erratic.
Venus in the 10th house: POSITIVE: Admirable, optimistic, well-spoken and organized. NEGATIVE: Aloof, superficial, lazy and ingenue.
Venus in the 11th house: POSITIVE: Friendly, thoughtful, unique and gregarious. NEGATIVE: Pleasure-seeker, too idealistic, over-indulger and strange.
Venus in the 12th house: POSITIVE: Nonjudgemental, compassionate, sacrificial and helpful. NEGATIVE: Distrusting, secretive, loner and self-conscious.
Have any J2 fic recs that you feel deserve more love?
oh, there are always J2 fics that need more love, always always<3 I won’t even be able to touch on 1/100th of the fics that deserve more praise or just a good reminder that they exist, but here are some recs:
After ten seasons, Jared’s ready to act on his attraction to Jensen. He spends four weeks taking a massage therapy class before putting his plan into action, but when he sees Jensen in real pain after a strenuous scene, Jared is forced to make a few adjustments.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 3,333; Warning: None
Jared’s party-animal reputation gets him accepted into the notorious Alpha Epsilon Pi house (or as they call it, APE) easier than a game of hopscotch - but what he doesn’t expect to find there is someone who totally harshes his vibe: Jensen Ackles; a prude with a stick up his ass the size of Texas. Fortunately, Jared loves a challenge.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 16,484; Warning: Drug Use, Homophobia, Misogyny
If not for his mama, Jensen and Jared might’ve never stumbled over each other. Jensen at dewy nine, scabby-kneed on the muddy ground, resigned to his daily ass-kicking from the neighborhood roughnecks and wild-haired, pointy-boned Jared standing taller, impossibly tall from Jensen’s vantage in the dirt, standing straight and true like he held up heaven, coming down on Jensen’s tormentors with the wrath of the Almighty, molly-whopping the bunch and dragging Jensen off by the arm, boys cussing and groaning in a puddle behind them.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 5,202; Warning: Underage, Homophobia
In a world of knights, castles, lords, prophecies and the threat of war between the kingdoms, Jensen the True has lived a remarkably sheltered life. Gifted with the ability to scry truth through touch, Jensen isolated himself from people not only because his “gift” brought him discomfort but because he was used only as a weapon by the current lord. Jensen’s world is turned upside down when a young knight named Jared comes to Greenbriar Manor and changes everything.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 47,200; Warning: None
Chicago Homicide Detectives run themselves all over the city to tie together a handful of bodies, a potential scandal with a local Alderman, an unnamed dirty cop, and a possibly even dirtier partner. In Chicago, it’s not just the wind that’ll get you …
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 64,944; Warning: Violence
Life on the streets had taught Jensen that everything came with a price. Family was a word that meant the people who kicked you out, religion was nothing more than a free meal, and salvation something that he could buy for ten bucks a hit down on the bad side of town. Scoring had become his full-time job, and finding a safe place to sleep was what he did in his time off. It was only a matter of time until this life caught up with him. Now, strung out and with no where else to go, Jensen finds himself following his feet to a place he never thought he would go–to the home of a stranger who can unfailingly see past Jensen’s mistakes, and who can see right through to the good that is still left within him. The challenge is getting Jensen to see it as well.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 33,520; Warning: Drug Abuse
Jared is a makeup artist and is hired for a new movie based in Vancouver. Jensen plays the part of a hardcore, punk-rock star, but he has a real-life attitude problem. Unfortunately, Jared can’t figure out why and still finds Jensen attractive. They have to work alone together; long hours and long days, in small quarters of the makeup trailer. During that time, Jared discovers the actor’s secret and wants nothing more than to break away the protective mask Jensen hides behind.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 36,370; Warning: None
Jared Padalecki has dreamed of taking to the skies since he was five-years-old. When he becomes an adult and builds a spaceship of his own, he gets to do just that, looking for adventure – little did he know the adventure waiting for him. Jensen Ackles is born part human, part Terryn and his life as an outcast is difficult – music is his only real escape. When he’s captured by the Dominion, an organization hell-bent on taking over every galaxy in every way they can, he’s used as a lab experiment to see how his special, combined heritage can be advantageous for them. Fleeing Dominion control, he vows to himself, they will never find him again. A chance meeting between Jared and Jensen helps both of them get what they’re looking for – and the way things end up, it may have been more than just chance. From various planets throughout different galaxies, to nights under the stars in space, Jared and Jensen find in each other something worth fighting – and possibly dying – for.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 39,813; Warning: None
What is your all time favorite J2 non au fic? Favorite au fic? Favorite J2 fic in general?
oh goodness 💕
my favorite J2 non-AU fic is @qblackheart ‘s The Courtship of Jensen’s Co-Star ✨ it’s been on my “I need to reread ASAP” list for, what feels like, ever, but I want to dedicate all my time and energy into rereading it, not tired-eyes-at-2-AM. it’s absolutely wonderful and here’s a little bit about it:
Somewhere in the time between a handshake and a hug, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki went from being reel-life brothers to real-life best friends, and complete strangers to cosmic soul mates, no rhyme or reason to it that either of them could ever see. Jared was everything Jensen was not: friendly, funny, and full of life; one in six-point-whatever billion the Earth’s population currently stood at. Life was awesome. Work was amazing. Everything was fine until Jared kissed Jensen. Everything was peachy until Jensen fell in love. With desperate times unexpectedly calling for desperate measures, Jensen called Chad Michael Murray for relationship advice – because being in love led to temporary insanity obviously – so it really didn’t surprise him that he couldn’t seem to win when it came to wooing Jared. Still, Pisces must’ve been in a really good place in the night sky or something because suddenly, right smack dab in the middle of the miserable courtship of his co-star, Jensen discovered that maybe loving Jared was all he needed to do to win his heart. And luckily for Jensen, loving Jared was also the one thing he did best.
Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 112,000+; Warnings: None
I can’t give enough praise for this story, but I’m probably going to do another long rec when I eventually get around to rereading it 💕💕💕
my favorite J2 AU story is (this is so hard, I have so many and if you want a list of fic recs, just let me know) either Underneath it All or Fucking Kodiak, Alaska
Jensen Ackles was always good at acting, pretending. So good in fact that he is the FBI’s favorite undercover guy. He has more undercover operations under his belt than he’d like to remember, and after his latest stint with a ring of human traffickers he really thinks he deserves a break. Unfortunately there’s a new criminal organization on the rise, and all attempts to infiltrate and take down the Padalecki family have failed so far. Which is why Jensen finds himself faced with a new assignment, one that no other agent qualifies for and that he really doesn’t want. Because trying to seduce the most powerful man in the Chicago underworld? Not really high up on his list.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 94,427; Warnings: Violence, Morality Issues
After having an emotional and physical breakdown and trying to get away from a dysfunctional relationship, Jensen finds himself staring at a stuffed and mounted bear standing in a tiny airport terminal on the on the other side of the country. Jared, self proclaimed cocky asshole and sporting a fantastic manbun, takes pity on him, expecting a thank you orgasm before they go their separate ways. Turns out, Jensen’s not half as broken as he thinks he is. A large fluffy dog and a little help realizing his prostate is in fact not defective, goes a long way. Jared is a lot more broken than he’ll admit. Jensen takes him on a journey of learning what it means to have someplace to call home. Throw in a lot of plaid, flannel shirts, a tiny log cabin, a horrendously ugly, moldy RV, a weather-beaten bar, fantastic wildlife, spectacular nature and a hillbilly shithole in the middle of nowhere.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 70,016; Warnings: Implied Child Abuse
my favorite J2 fic in general is probably The Courtship tbh, but my current obsession is this:
Jared’s party-animal reputation gets him accepted into the notorious Alpha Epsilon Pi house (or as they call it, APE) easier than a game of hopscotch - but what he doesn’t expect to find there is someone who totally harshes his vibe: Jensen Ackles; a prude with a stick up his ass the size of Texas.
Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 16,484; Warnings: Drug Use, Homophobia
Characters:Reader x Taeyong + best drunk friend Yuta
A/N:I was gone for a rlly long time,, but stay tuned for these new wild rides im finna post upppp 🥜
Yuta had brought me to the party regardless of the many efforts I made to protest. This was honestly going to be such a bummer.
With the knowledge of previous other parties, I could already predict what was going to happen. Yuta would disappear into the sea of people before us and I’d be condemned to a dark corner until he found his way back to me.
My prediction had been correct, as soon as I had hopped out of the car he was nowhere in sight. I sighed and made my way up to the front porch on my own. Loose strings of people littered the deck,already heavily intoxicated.
I sighed and plopped down one one of the steps, fishing in my pocket for my lighter. I really didn’t know if it was alright to smoke here, but I lit my cigarette regardless. I didn’t even know whose house i was even at.
“Mind if I join you?” While I was thinking, a tall lanky boy with white hair had snuck up behind me. His smile was warm and his eyes seemed bright and inviting. I nodded and he plopped down next to me. “what’re you out here all alone for?” He looked a little concerned, like as if I had been in a fight beforehand.
I explained the whole situation, about how Yuta had left me and I was a stranger to everyone else that was attending. His eyes lit up, which was crazy because I didn’t think they could get much brighter. “You know Yuta?”
“Yeah! We’ve been friends since we were kids.” I thought back to how we looked and giggled to myself. “Do you know him?”
“Yeah, but I’m confused as to why he’s never introduced me to such a pretty girl,especially if you’ve been friends so long.” My cheeks instantly flamed. “I’m Taeyong by the way,”
“I’m Y/N. Are you sure we’ve never met?” His smirk seemed so vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“Im sure I would’ve remembered a girl as cute as you are~” I giggled, letting the foul smoke release from my lungs.
“Hey put that out!!” A boy yelled, stumbling towards me with a red solo cup in hand. I put it out quickly to avoid confrontation with someone who seemed overly intoxicated.
“You shouldn’t even have that in the first place darling,” Taeyong smiled, he was staring down the boy who had yelled, who was settling on the lawn. “Doyoung! You can’t sleep there!” He yelled over to him.
Doyoung raised a thumbs up and let it fall fairly quickly. Taeyong finally turned back to me, apologizing for his friends behaviour. “So whose party is this anyway??” I tried to change the subject as quickly as possible because apologies aren’t exactly my thing.
His eyes widened and he started to laugh, “You came to the party without knowing who was even hosting??” I slowly nodded and he laughed again “Well, you’ve been hanging out with the host the entire time.”
“Really? What’re you doing out here instead of enjoying your party?” Inside the music was roaring and people were yelling. To any other party animal that would sound so awesome, right? A large house, lots of drinks and plenty of other people.
“I’m getting kind of bored with the party scene, plus I’m still having fun out here with you. Do you not think the same?” My cheeks were instantly the heat of a hundred suns.
“Yeah! More fun than I would in there honestly.” I glanced warily at the window wondering how Yuta was doing in there.
Even thinking of the devil will make him appear. Yuta stumbled out the door, his cheeks cherry colored. “Y/N.. I’m gonna be sick.” Me and Taeyong immediately rushed over to him so he wouldn’t fall.
“I should take him home,” I sighed hoisting his arm onto my shoulder.
“That’s probably the best idea.” He smiled sympathetically. Yuta babbled in some unknown language as we helped him back into my car.
We set him in the backseat so he could lie down comfortably. Taeyong ran inside really quick and soon came back with a plastic bag.
“Thank you~” I wrapped my arms around him to show my thanks. He squeezed my body against his and then we looked back down at Yuta, who started to snore quite loud.
“Well, I’ll get Yuta to let me hang out with you once the huge hangover he’s about to get passes,” He laughed as I slid into the driver’s seat, starting to prepare myself for the journey home.
“Wait, hang on a sec!” I reached in the glove box and pulled out a pen and found a small piece of paper. I scribbled down my number and handed it to him. “Text me when you’re free and we don’t have to wait for him.”
“Alright, I’ll catch ya later then!” He leaned down and pecked my cheek before closing my door for me. I smiled and drove away, watching his figure grow smaller in the distance.
It was about a 30 minute commute to get back to my place and Yuta’s snores only made me drowsier and drowsier. I figured i couldn’t take him back to his place in his disgruntled state so he could sleep in my bed.
He randomly woke up, babbled on in gibberish for about five minutes and promptly passed back out. I parked the car and he instantly shot up, trying to get out and stand on his own. He almost immediately crumpled, but I caught him.
I helped him all the way into my bed, which he flopped onto with an exasperated ‘humph.’ I went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and two aspirins and set them on the nightstand for him to wake up to. Afterwards a curled up in a ball next to him, drifting off to sleep like we did when we were younger.
hey there, I've searched through a few tags but I can't find any fics where one/both of them are like a genius or something like that. Maybe they're a mathematician or scientist or something (not really a teacher though). I was just wondering whether a fic like this exists somewhere, or if you knew of any?
Parallel Universes (wattpad) - Phillip is a scientist who is studying Parallel Universes.
After what he thinks is a tragic loss where his boyfriend, Daniel, goes into a coma he builds a machine which sends him into a different world.
In this world there are no hover cars and holograms, just taxi’s, tea and crumpets. When he enters a less advanced version of his world, he then meets Dan - the spitting image of his supposedly deceased boyfriend, Daniel.
How will they react when Phillip and Phil meet?
How will Dan and Phil handle a doppelgänger from a different universe?
We Could Be Immortals (wattpad) - (tw) Dan is a genius, who invented a time and space manipulating device he calls ‘yūgen’. It creates wormhole like bridges across time and space, which he is able to cross. One day he runs into an old friend called Phil, except Dan has never met him before.
Dazed and Confused, at its heart, is a movie about high school kids whining and being stoned for 90 minutes, and yet it still managed to become one of the biggest cult hits of the ‘90s and launched the careers of both Matthew McConaughey and Ben Affleck, which is a dubious but undeniable distinction. This is even more noteworthy considering that just about every member of the cast treated it like one extended teenage fuck party. And no, the cast of Dazed and Confused didn’t bother to sober up once the cameras started rolling. They figured the best way for their characters to appear stoned was to actually be stoned, because when you’re making a film about ultra-high teenagers, authenticity is everything.
The craziness started before the movie even began filming, when McConaughey managed to get cast without even knowing he was auditioning. He just happened to run into the casting director at a bar, and the two got along so well that they wound up getting kicked out for being too loud and rowdy, officially marking the first time that people in a public setting became tired of Matthew McConaughey.
Those not fortunate enough to run into the casting director at a hotel bar had to earn their stripes at the “casting pizza party,” a free-for-all where all the potential actors were gathered together to try out for just about every role. One part of the audition process involved pairing the actors off and having them make out with each other, because this is a critical part of the storytelling process. According to Jason London, who was eventually cast in the lead, he and every other guy got to make out with “like, three different girls each.”
Welcome to our first Far-Back FRIDAY FASHION FACT! We’re going way back
in fashion history, back to ancient times. Everybody thinks they have a
clear idea of what the ancient Greeks wore. We’ve all seen the statues,
watched Hercules, or even attended an Animal House style toga
party (I mean… what? I would never! Uh…) Anyways, how accurate are
these images in our heads? Let’s take a look at the reality of these
To start with, while their dress was
very similar, Greek and Roman fashion did differ from each other. Today
we’re focusing specifically on the Greeks. Now, here’s the biggest myth
that needs to be dispelled- Greeks did not wear togas! At all! That was
a Roman thing (started by the Etruscans.) The second biggest myth?
Greek clothing was richly colored, particularly for women, and often
elaborately decorated! The only reason people see them as being pure
white is because the white marble statues are so ingrained in our minds.
But just because the stone is white, doesn’t mean that the clothes
were. We know that their skin and hair wasn’t this pure white, so why
assume that their clothes were? Additionally, many people
believe ancient Greek clothing was cotton. This is likely
because of all the soft draping, and because cotton is our most prominent
material (particularly for loose, draped clothing) today. However, they
were typically made out of a heavy wool. In later eras, linen, and even on occasion
imported silk, grew in popularity, but wool remained the go-to.
So beyond color and fabric,
what did the ancient Greeks actually wear? Well, let’s work our way out
from the base. As undergarments, both men and women wore a loincloth
type piece, if and when they wore undergarments. Women also often wrapped a wide
band called a strophion around their torsos for support. An important
note- all Greek clothing was made out of rectangular
pieces. There were no curves either cut or sewed into the pieces at all.
A chiton was the main garment. This was a rectangular piece of
fabric folded over at the shoulders, so that the excess fell down loose
to the waist. The front and back would be pinned together at the
shoulders. In earlier times this was made with one piece, but later was
created with two. The loose fabric would be cinched in at the waist,
under the overhanging fabric, with a belt known as a kolpos. Straps in
varying styles were sometimes used to contain excess fabric, as
well. Women’s chitons were typically floor legnth, while men’s were
typically about knee length (there were, however, exceptions on both
sides, but we don’t have time to get into all the specifics now.)
Depending on the style (and era) of the chiton, there would be varying
amounts of stitching versus pinning. For example, a chiton-like garment known as a peplos was completely open on the side, while later Ionic chitons were sewn up to form a tube.
weather, chitons could be created wide enough for the excess fabric to
create sleeves. Both genders would also wear an outer-layer called a
himation. This was a cloak-like garment made of a large rectangle and
pinned by the shoulder. Warriors and hunters wore a similar but shorter garment known as a chlamys.
Also in colder weather, the ancient Greeks would wear closed shoes or
boots, as opposed to the sandals we normally associate with the culture. So, you see? Ancient Greek clothing wasn’t as simple and one dimensional as you might have thought!
Have a question about fashion history that you want answered in the next FRIDAY FASHION FACT? Just click the ASK button at the top of the page!
Fra il 1620 e il 1720
circa nacque e prosperò a Roma una particolare organizzazione di
mutuo soccorso detta Schildersbent (in olandese “clan dei
pittori”), i suoi membri si conoscevano fra di loro con il termine
Bentvueghels (“i simili”). Scopo dell'organizzazione era fornire
supporto e rifugio a quella miriade di pittori fiamminghi (con
qualche eccezione solo per i tedeschi) che, attirati dal fascino
esotico dell'antica Roma, molto in voga allora nelle accademie,
decidevano di stabilirsi nel paese delle belle arti e della
classicità per condurre vita da artisti. Una capacità di attrazione
formidabile che oggi farebbe la fortuna di
albergatori, affittacamere e B&B, ma all’epoca il movimento diede
non poco filo da torcere alle autorità artistiche e religiose,
l'associazione si mise infatti da subito in urto con l'Accademia di
San Luca, l'organo ufficiale attraverso il quale il Vaticano
controllava gli artisti e imponeva i tributi.
“Nel 1620, Urbano
VIII concesse il diritto all'Accademia di San Luca di stabilire
chi poteva esser considerato “artista” a Roma e tredici
anni più tardi, nel 1633, le diede la capacità di poter
tassare tutti gli artisti ed il monopolio su tutte le commissioni
pubbliche dello Stato Pontificio. L'accademia entrò sotto
l'alto patronato del nipote del Papa, il cardinal Francesco
Barberini, Sr.” (wikipedia)
protestanti e piuttosto allergici alle autorità religiose, si
rifiutavano di pagare il tributo smerciando le proprie opere per
strada, guadagnandosi così la nomea di pagani e tiratardi, di
festaioli sregolati e impenitenti; i loro rito di iniziazione,
ampiamente documentato, prevedeva un baccanale in cui l'iniziato
impersonava il dio Bacco in una sorta di toga party della Delta Tau
Chi in stile Animal House. Ogni membro doveva poi scegliersi un nome
di battaglia, così Jan Frans van Bloemen, alias Orizzonte, Jan van
Bunnick, alias Keteltrom o Timballo,
Jan Linsen, alias Hermafrodito, Abraham Genoels II, alias
Archimede per le sue conoscenze di matematica, Pieter van Laer, alias
Il Bamboccio per il suo aspetto infantile (da cui nacque poi la
scuola detta dei “bamboccianti”) e così via. Seguono diapositive.
(Jan Frans van Bloemen, alias Orizzonte, Veduta della campagna romana nei pressi di Tivoli)
(Pieter van Laer, alias Il Bamboccio, Sosta di cacciatori)
(Bartholomeus Breenbergh, alias
Het Fret, il furetto, Veduta ideale con rovine romane, sculture ed un porto)
(Johannes Glauber, alias Polidoro, Paesaggio arcadico)