What-Goes-Without-Saying

I got my blood test results back today and apparently I have anemia, not the greatest diagnosis but at least I know I’m not dying or anything and it explains why I always feel the way I do

and of course when my dad found out about it what was the first thing he said? 

“that’s what you get when you play video games all day you lazy ass, you’re going to end up killing yourself like that!”

anemia isn’t even caused by that, it’s a blood disorder usually caused by vitamin deficiencies

anonymous asked:

AEFINPSUY for Aomine Love your blogg!! Thxx

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

  • Doesn’t come out and ask if they’re okay, he’ll be more subtle and cocky saying something like “How’d I do?” or “How good did I make you feel?”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

  • already done

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

  • already done

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

  • Depending on the situation, Aomine is almost never romantic with sex. For him it’s more passionate and wild. If it’s with someone special there will probably be hand holding and kind words.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

  • already done

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

  • PLEASE. He’s fast and rough as hell. And he likes it that way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can go on for a long time. At LEAST four rounds. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

  • He lives for teasing his partner, whether it’s during sex or not. He especially loves teasing in public.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

  • SO HIGH. He’s always demanding sex, no matter where he is. It doesn’t bother him if he’s in public or at school, he’ll do it wherever he can get it.
what goes without saying

a Thursday Theme entry

My grandparents were old, by most standards, when my father was born, so they were downright ancient when we started spending time with them. My grandmother was a terrible cook by any definition and my grandfather ate her baked beans with spoonfuls of sugar heaped on them. He hollered at us when we changed the channel to The Muppets while he was sitting in his favorite chair knitting heads for lobster traps. There was a seagull that would land on the roof to the basement bulkhead and snap his beak against the glass, hoping to get a piece of whatever my grandfather wasn’t eating that my grandmother had cooked for him.

But they both lived in that old house until they died; my grandfather from cancer and my grandmother, from who knows what. My grandfather died in his bedroom, getting worse and worse while my father picked him up and turned him over when the pain became too much and moved him around to go to the bathroom. We went to his room to see him one last time. We said our goodbyes. We said we loved each other. It was hard for everyone. My grandmother went much more easily. She just fell to the floor one day and didn’t get up. My parents went to check on her and found her lying on the kitchen floor. I was watching Laurel & Hardy with my friends and my mother came home with tears in her eyes. She had to tell my father that his mother was gone, and then she told us, and I put on my bravest face and sat down on the couch with my friends again. I was old enough to know that I couldn’t just ask them to leave without it being weird and still young enough to know that if I opened my mouth at all, my voice would fail me and I’d start crying.

I’ve seen my parents start to age but never thought of them as old. I know my children probably do, though, and they must look at them the same way I looked at my grandparents. But I know my father is so much more than a strong man with a thick head of white hair and a bushy beard. My mother has meant more to me than the bespectacled, opinionated, fiery woman who can cook or bake anything under the sun, unlike my grandmother. I always tell them I love them when I see them or at the end of phone conversations. But I don’t say how happy I am to be part of this family, how proud I am to carry on the family name, to be part of a long line of seafarers, carpenters, soldiers and teachers. I don’t say that I’m satisfied with life and it’s all because of the way they raised me. I don’t give them the praise they deserve for the support they’ve given. For their lives that they’ve given.

Saying it all the time would be too much. Putting it into words is impossible. I live with them, I live like them, and hope they know what I don’t always say.

What wouldn't be said

He stood at the window and leaned out through the opening, the smells of the city making him almost choke. The immediate combination of exhaust and garbage was nauseating, but it was nice to be clearheaded enough to notice it.

The air was cold and the wind whistled through the buildings. They didn’t call it the Windy City for nothing. He stretched his neck back to look up, but there were no stars, only the glow of the city reflected in the clouds.

What did she see where she was? Her last letter said they were in Kentucky somewhere, presumably some rambling estate where she could keep herself entertained with the horses and gardening. He was sure she had her heart’s desire, whatever that was at the moment. The man she chose over him had always seen to that.

He pulled his head back inside and shut the window. The letter lay on the coffee table, worn from too many readings and refoldings. He should write her back. It would be easier to call, but she adamantly refused to talk on the phone. It was “too impersonal”. That statement always made him chuckle. She was simply from another time.

What would he say? The truth? That he had recently kicked a heroin habit and was now working as a bartender at a hole in the wall down the street from his pay by the week two room apartment? He would die before he let her know how far he had fallen. He no longer loved her in the way he once did, but his pride wouldn’t let him go that far.

No, instead he would scribble something insignificant about the cold Chicago winter, invent a story about a new girl, wish her and her darling the best. He would leave out the sordid details, as he always did. She knew his character, his knack for trouble. There was always more of a story than he admitted to… that went without saying.

anonymous asked:

B,C,E,F,N,W for Aomine and Kagami. Sorry if that is alot, I can't pick ahahaha

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)


AOMINE

  • B- His favorite body part would probably be his arms and his favorite body part of his partner’s would be the chest (if female, ofc) or ears in general.
  • C- already done
  • E- VERY experienced and he sure as hell knows what he’s doing.
  • F- Deskchair
  • N- Wouldn’t want to be a sub, ever.
  • W- Loves it when his partner plays innocent and blushes a lot.

KAGAMI

  • B- He loves his legs and he loves his partner’s lips.
  • C- Like Aomine, he loves seeing his cum on his partner, but he’s insistent on helping clean them up afterward.
  • E- Experienced to a degree. Knows what he’s doing, but is sometimes a bit awkward.
  • F- Camel Style
  • N- Using toys on him is a big no-no.
  • W- Can get crazy during sex if he’s pushed or asked enough.

Assuming you do in fact feel both ways, when was the last time you told someone you love that you like them?

minioikawa asked:

i was going through the oisuga tag and i definitely am here for ravenclaw!Oikawa and Slytherin!Suga and if u have the time I would love to hear your hcs about them ^^

I HAVE THOUGHT MORE ABOUT THIS NEW AU THING.

Only bits and pieces so far, but this is what I’m liking so far:

- So it goes without saying, really, but Oikawa is absolutely captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

- Iwa is in Gryffinor with Daichi.

- Oikawa and Kenma are really close friends in this AU as they’re both in Ravenclaw. They’re both on the team together, and it makes Ravenclaw almost impossible to beat, with two strategic geniuses.

- Oikawa has been madly crushing on Suga since basically day one at Hogwarts, the second that he laid eyes on him. To be fair, almost everyone has some sort of crush on Suga - like I said, he’s half veela and can’t help being ridiculously pretty. As time goes by everyone gets mostly used to Suga’s borderline magical beauty and it’s not really a thing anymore - except for Oikawa.

- Oikawa being half-muggle and still an alien nerd in this universe. He’s never heard of Veelas before until he saw Suga there in the Great Hall, being Sorted, and he was absolutely convinced that Suga must be some sort of alien being who had snuck into Hogwarts.

- And then Suga’s joined the Slytherin team and no one really expects much of him because as a first year, he’s so tiny, but he’s crafty and sly and every bit as strategic as Oikawa and it’s frustrating as hell. This sets the pattern for their entire Quidditch career.

- Oikawa using magic to talk to Iwa who’s over in his own House to rant about how tricky and sly Suga was in the last game, how Suga seems to keep targeting him, it’s not fair, Iwa-chan, that he’s that beautiful and smart and mean and charming.

- To be honest, everyone was surprised that such a sweet looking boy who had been nothing but kind and lovely to everyone else was sorted into Slytherin, Daichi just snickered and was ‘yeah, you don’t know him at all’

- Asahi’s in Hufflepuff, Hinata and Kageyama both in Gryffindor. So are Noya and Tanaka, Ennoshita in Hufflepuff with Yachi, Kiyoko in Ravenclaw. Will need to ponder everyone else.

- MORE THINGS LATER apologies this really was just random setting up, later I’ll talk about the actually dating fun, YULETIDE BALL, sneaking around the school etc etc.

Isn’t it funny how older people sometimes think they understand you just because they’re older. When most of them haven’t even gone through what most kids out there did ~

It goes without saying, it’s not because you’re older than someone you know better. Don’t think you understand someone younger than you based on the age factor.

In fact, don’t think you understand anyone at all. Because what that person has lived, you yourself might be no were close to the experience that person has acquired.

Until you truly has been in the same situation you can’t say you understand them…you might be compassionate…but you don’t understand the strain that the person has lived.

Only and only when you’ve been through it you can understand. But also, people react differently so don’t expect someone to react the same way you did even if you did have gone through it.

Humans are all different and that make us also all the same ~

On my part, I honestly find humans so simple… Weak. I admit I am one… I don’t particularly like it, but I don’t deny it.

Understand yourself is just a step closer to understanding others.
And for that…I have yet to find someone I can’t see through.

I need someone to surprise me. I need to find someone I can’t read.
Stop being so simple and easy to manipulate. Free yourself and become so much more.

  • Ava:It goes without saying, Mr. Alexander, that your father is in no way to participate in this investigation. He's no longer in SHIELD, and his meddling could compromise the case. Do I make myself clear?
  • Sam:Yes, you do, Tiger. What isn't clear is why people always say "goes without saying," yet still feel compelled to say the thing that was supposed to go without saying. Doesn't that bother you?
  • Ava:No, and frankly, I could care less.
  • Peter:Now, that's the one that bothers me. Why do people say, 'I could care less' when they really mean, 'I couldn't care less?'
  • Ava:Well, why don't you tell me how to properly say this? If you share any official information about this case with your father, or let him anywhere near any new evidence, then the two of you will have to find another secret government agency to work for, and I will personally see to it that each of you is charged with obstruction of justice.
  • Peter:You split an infinitive.
  • Sam:Good catch, Peter!
  • Ava:You two realize I carry a gun, right?
  • Peter:That was perfectly elocuted.

robin97 asked:

For the OC ask meme thingy gimme number 3, 9, 17, 20, and 26

3. What is your character always a slut for?
Solas.. (goes without saying , doesnt it?) xDD ok seriously…
Raewynn is always a slut for cuddles.. See random strangers cuddling in the middle of a village? she’ll probably run over and group hug them .. “ahh.. this is nice..” till things got uncomfortable and The Iron Bull pulled her away..

9. Favourite piece of clothing?
Anything Regal or handsome looking, she doesnt like pretty little dresses,… give her a regal looking uniform to wear and she’ll be gushing like a bride.
Also, she wear’s a oversized male nightgown to bed.. its super cozy
because its made with ram cotten..& she loves being warm.. but its ugly as hell (or so Sera keep’s telling her when she invade’s her room in the mornings)

17. Something seemingly insignificant that makes them happy?
Warmth. A hot bath.. or scouring desert area’s. She hate’s the cold with a burning passion so revels in anything warm. Even a hot meal can make her  immeasurably happy.

20. Do they have any hopes regarding what their future will look like?
She would like to explore the world, rediscover history, and what other mysterious the world holds. She would have loved to have Solas by her side, but we all know how that went for  any lavellan. Maybe travel on her own then.

26. What would they get in a fight about?
Anyone hurting Cole.. Raewynn would just see RED. She’s protective of him
despite the fact that he is perfectly able to take care of himself.. Its a clingy thing..  she was closest to Cole before anyone else. 

irredeemablx

“I need..some information. Usually I would simply disrupt a Noxian camp but I figured you’d have more input than some half-assed scout.”

    LeBlanc scoffed, rolling her eyes at the mere mention of comparing her to a lowly scout. 

        “Yes, well, that goes without saying, Riven. 
                   Pray tell, however, just what is it you need? It must be important, seeing how you dared show your face so close to Noxian borders once more.” 

The “good food gives you a good mind” ideology upsets me because it is objectively plausible – it basically goes without saying that what you put into your body is important. But it feels like jab at disabled people in general.

It’s a thinly veiled aggression that often blames the disabled (i.e. “if you took better care of your body it wouldn’t be this way”) and can be a massive roadblock towards actually achieving real treatment or to being taken seriously.

It also ties heavily into poorer disabled people– “Eat better” but you can’t afford to. “Get a job” but you are unable to do that. “Get treatment” but professionals expect you to improve dietary habits before taking you seriously, for which you have to get a job, for which you have to improve medically… you see?

It becomes Get food -> Get a job -> Get treatment in which you are told to get food.

This is a microaggression many MANY people have to deal with – especially minors or otherwise dependent people who cannot get treatment alone and thus have to live up to another’s often implausible standards first.

anonymous asked:

Renee is still trying to make everyone believe Dean lives in Vegas, if he did he'd still get creeper pictures. If anything he was smart and more than likely moved to place to hide from the fame. He just came to due what he loves (wrestling) .

It goes without saying that Dean can’t go anywhere without being papped. We’ve seen creeper photos of him in bathrooms, running on tread mills, etc

its-all-geek-to-me asked:

Haha clean goes without saying xd but what do you like about it?

🙈 I love the look on his face and when he grabs my hair to pull it away from my face. And when I go really deep he lets out a ‘ugh baby’. I love the wetness and the feel of it in my throat. It’s probably my favourite thing to do sexually !