"Dean, I’ve never.." Castiel groans breathlessly.
The rest of the sentence dies on his lips, lost in the slow press of Dean’s hips to his own in the half-darkness of the motel room. Dean’s hands are on his face, tender and pulling their foreheads together as he gasps a hard breath and then another. Castiel’s head feels pleasantly light as he tries to remember just exactly how they got barely inside the door or how his back ended up against it. Torn as he is between the excitement of what might happen and worry about the same, he loses the memory almost as soon as he finds it.
"I know," Dean says, his voice strained at the edges. "I know, Cas."
They’ve been playing this game for months, stolen kisses and sly touches, but they’ve always stopped short of.. whatever this is. Dean pulls Castiel in for another kiss, his lips plump and slick from the kisses that came before; suddenly, Cas is falling, falling, falling. He pushes his hips forward experimentally as Dean’s tongue teases against his own, a whimper pulled from his throat at the drag of his cock against what could only be the equal hardness of Dean’s.
"We don’t have to," Dean murmurs as he breaks away from the kiss. His hips are pressed tight and holding, his mouth at the curve of Castiel’s jaw, stubble dragging deliciously. "It’s okay if we don’t."
Cas shivers and tries to stop the shaking of his hands as they settle on Dean’s waist. Eyes closed tightly, he struggles to process Dean’s words, then to decide how to answer. It’d be easier, of course, if those plush, wet lips weren’t teasing at the side of his neck. He forces a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak, but Dean’s teeth worry at the delicate skin below his ear and he forgets the words that were on the tip of his tongue, able only to moan.
A young Jewish refugee with her Chinese playmates. Shanghai, China (x)
Between 1933 and 1941, it is estimated that 20,000 Jews escaped persecution by fleeing to the Chinese port of Shanghai. Shanghai was one of the few places in the world that would accept Jewish refugees at this time, Japan being another.
i am furious that i am just now learning about this important fact.
Because it has nothing to do with the USA being the superhero and saving all the Jews
Darren Hunt of Utah
The murder of young Black Men by police continues.
oh for fucks SAKE
Y’all he was shot in the back…. HE WAS SHOT IN THE BACK…
Police say he lunged at them, autopsy shows he was shot in the back, White America sees nothing wrong with it and tells black people to stop playing the race card.
IM SCREAMIBG WITH LAUGHTER THESE GIRLS ARE MY HEROES
SHOTS FUCKING FIRED
For anyone not familiar with how modern country sounds, these girls are calling out ACTUAL songs like making blatant references to ACTUAL lyrics from other songs on the radio.
And its fucking FLAWLESS OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.
One of the reasons I stopped listening to country was, when I was a kid, the radio was full of songs by women and songs that talked about women like they were actual people.
Now so many of the songs dont give women a personality, just describe things about them like their legs, their lips, how they look in your truck. Its just SO much objectification.
My sister just showed me this and its ADSFHASDFKLLKFH she even said she heard it on the radio im so happy
"I aint your tan legged juliet" IM SCREECHING
I might be in love please send help
Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.
In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:
“The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.”
In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.
Every EVERY women’s studies class I’ve been in has had this problem and failed to address it.