do the world a favour

(Art)ic Monkeys

You have no right, and I say none, to criticize Harry for the way he chose to perform. We all deal with these tragedies differently, and not only Manchester means a lot to Harry in particular. You’re just miserable, nasty piece of shits who will give him shits for any petty reason - the way he sings, how he dresses, what he says. Just do a favour to the world and just shut the fuck up once in a while. 

as a healthy person 

  • you don’t get to tell chronically ill people you wish you were ill because they can stay home and don’t havee to go places or do this and that
  • you don’t get to act like you know everything about someone’s illness, be it just because or because you know someonoe else with a similar illness, you don’t get to act like you know better than them, suggest they try yoga or drink more water or do this and that.
  • you don’t get to act like chronically ill people are not doing enough and if they wanted to, they could be healthy and it’s completely their fault they aren’t
  • you don’t get to argue with chronically ill people about being ableist, if someone chronically ill says you are being ableist, then what you need to do is listen to them and learn 
  • you don’t get to make someone’s illness the only topic of your conversation, you don’t get to act like it’s suddenly okay to keep pointing out the way their body looks or doesn’t look because they’re ill 
  • you don’t get to tell people ‘but you don’t look sick!’ or on the contrary ‘you look terrible, just do something with yourself!’, some illnesses are invisible and that doesn’t make them less an illness, some illnesses are visible due to acommodations etc. but it’s not up to you to decide whether a person is ill depending on their appearance
  • you don’t get to tell us ‘everyone gets tired sometimes!’ or ‘everyone feels a bit bad sometimes’ and dismiss our struggle like that. 
  • you don’t get to act like you know what it is like to be chronically ill or in chronic pain if you are not the one experiencing that 
  • you don’t get to act like chronically ill people owe you an explanation, have justify their limitations etc. 
  • you don’t get to act like people who are friends with chronically ill people are saints and are doing the world a huge favour by putting up with a chronically ill person and how brave they’re for that ,,, truly what the hell
  • you don’t get to guilt trip disabled people and yell at them because them being ill is difficult for you 
  • you can educate yourself and be respectful and supportive instead

as chronically ill people 

  • sometimes we just don’t have a choice, we get limited, we can’t do many things we wish we could do, we have to give up activities that we used to love, being limited by an illness is not a choice and it’s not fun and it’s not us being lazy 
  • we face sexist system in which women are often dismissed, told they are exaggerating when it comes to their pain, are told they’re just sensitive girls, our symptoms are dismissed and yet when i bring up sexism in healthcare many people don’t believe it actually exists
  • we are told ableism doesn’t actually exist 
  • we are the ones who determine what doing our best means 
  • we don’t want pity, we don’t need your pity, saying all we want is to be pitied is just plain wrong 
  • we face many difficulties every single day that become just normal or part of a routine
  • for some of us there is constant pain 
  • maybe we have better days, for some of us no days are good by your definition, it doesn’t mean that by wanting to do something fun we are suddenly healthy and all other things were made up and we are using the illness as an excuse
  • we are allowed to love things and want to experience things and have fun and we have feelings? and yet some people act that the only way you can be fully human is to be healthy   
  • we also face ableism in a form of healthy people who think they can somehow ‘save us’ or change us 
  • we really fucking rock and are incredible

Interviewer: Normally, when a guy of your age starts acting there has to be gossip about them and at least one of their heroines. Is it because you’re already married that there isn’t any gossip about you?
Dulquer:  My ultimate girl is Amaal. I don’t know exactly why… I love her a lot… it’s been that way even before we got married. Even now, I think she’s prettier than any other girl I’ve seen. So I don’t think I’ll be distracted. I’m very much in love with her. 

This has been a Mrs. Amaal Nizam Salmaan appreciation post. Also happy birthday to her :)

Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

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Imagine being close with the Shelby family and Thomas cannot believe how perfect you are.

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I will not be doing this often as my blog is a Game Of Thrones one and that is how it will remain. However, I am obsessed with Peaky Blinders and will be posting 1 imagine for Thomas Shelby and very rarely may post an imagine for other shows. This means perhaps 1 every 15 imagines. I am only going to post it because it is already written but it shall not be a regular thing. If that makes any sense.

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Locked Out

This prompt was requested from here

Enjoy this cute lil’ thing, which turned out way longer than expected. A little bit of a dominant Harry at the end… I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy!

32. I locked the keys in the car.

This was not how you had planned your day, at all. It had started of great; you had pretty much finished your Christmas shopping for the year and had done it before the crowds hit. But through the whole shopping trip you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had forgotten something. And it became evident what that was when you were walking back to your car, searching through your handbag, all while trying to juggle the many shopping bags.

Your car keys.

You couldn’t seem to get your hands on them as your hand felt around every corner of the bag, all you could find feel were little bits of loose paper and crumbs that got stuck in your nails. When you got to the pavement you put your bags down to have proper search through but they simply were gone.

“Fuck” You uttered it under your breath, and had a quick search around the car hoping you had just dropped them getting out. But once again, you were left disappointed.

No, no, no. You couldn’t have…. Not again.

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Zach: Can you stop with these questions?

Neha: I just want to know if she really framed you or not. You said she framed you but according to the documents you pleaded guilty and I was wondering how she could frame-

Zach: You just want to go back screwing that Philomel boy, don’t you, girl?

Neha: What? No, I-

Zach: Does it matter what I did in the past? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re my daughter and as your father I don’t want you to have anything to do with them. So what if I wasn’t framed-

Neha: You weren’t? It was the truth?

Zach: It doesn’t matter what the truth is. What is the truth is that she caused me to go to jail. I did nothing wrong. I just showed the world what an easy slut she was and she probably is still that way! I was doing the world a favour. Guess she didn’t want everyone to see how much of a slut she was so she reported it! I don’t want you associating with that slut or her kid. You won’t taint our family by-

Neha: How could you, dad? How could you do that and not see anything wrong with it. How could you lie to Daddy and I and tell us that you were framed when you did it? Don’t you feel guilty? Couldn’t you just tell us the truth and trust us to love you anyway? 

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Things I loved about Koe no Katachi (A Silent Voice)

Well, first let me just start by saying what could you not love about Koe no Katachi. I mean really if you haven’t watched the movie do it now like now! But just to list some on the top of the list:

1. That I read the manga first. Yes, I love that I discovered the manga years before the movie came because it just made the feels when watching it amplify. My feels were over nine thousand. If you have watched the movie I recommend you read it because there is so much more detail and angst and story that you missed. The movie is still amazing but it still just a summary.

2. Forgiveness. In a way, I found it very odd and almost laughable that the Nishimiya family, the ones that would have suffered the most were the ones who seemed to have forgiven him the easiest once they realised he was trying to change especially Shoko, who by the way has to be the most loving girl in the world. In the movie, I noticed that Yuzuru, Shoko’s little sister never once mentioned the bullying once she got to know Ishida and how he has changed. She decided to move on from the past and became good friends with Ishida she’s even secretly rooting for him and Shoko to get together (like we all aren’t). Rather than the friends that turned against him or his teacher (which he meets again in the manga) Ishida struggles to gain forgiveness from himself. He doesn’t believe he should be forgiven and hates himself to the point that he was willing to commit suicide, believing he was doing the world a favour. I loved how they portrayed the internal struggle he was having with himself.

3. He saved her and she saved him. I love that Ishida and Shoko both save each other. Whether it was preventing one’s suicide or being the starting point and guide to showing one how to live. They both had a great impact on one another and showed great care for each other regardless of their past (I think that’s where most of the tears came from).

4. It wasn’t just one person’s fault. After Ishida was used as a scapegoat I saw something in the movie that I think we all know but tend to always overlook, it’s never just one person’s fault. Nishimiya was bullied by more people than Ishida but they were only the start, The student like Kawaii who didn’t intervene and sometimes even laughed at the crude jokes, the teacher who ignored all signs and waited until things got too far to take action, the school which didn’t even take the proper accommodations or even attempting to reach out to the parents for an interpreter. You see that Shoko’s suffering was prolonged by everyone. They all had some part in the cause of her transfer. This is a repeated problem that we have in our society. In bullying and harassment, we either see people joining in or blending into the background. When it does reach the point that we can no longer ignore we try to shift the blame off to something or someone else. It was to me one of those hits of reality in the anime. I was super happy when Kawaii and Ueno finally owned up to their contribution to Shoko’s bullying in the past. (Kawaii’s is more seen in the manga).

There are still many great things about this anime that I can’t even put into words. This is a one of a kind movie that I would recommend to anybody because there is so much you could learn and relate to in those two hours. My words don’t even do it justice. If you haven’t seen it yet, watch it or read the manga. I promise you won't regret it.

Hey dudes I wrote some angst

Sitting in the astronomy tower for hours on end probably isn’t the most productive use of one’s evenings, but it was a source of comfort and serenity after the wreck of the war. Something about the cool breeze of night was just so peaceful.

Hogwarts had been restored to its former glory, once more beautiful and pure. It was strange to think about how many innocent lives had been lost, how much blood had been spilled, and how the war had ruined so many lives. Someone you love could be alive one minute, gone the next, and you wouldn’t even get to say goodbye.

Draco had never felt the warmth of community and family the way others had, the feeling of love and protection that most people do. All he felt was anxiety and hatred. Family life was nothing more than Death Eater business, and Draco had to participate without objection. He had no other choice.

Of course he had considered suicide, why else would he spend so much time in the boys bathroom alone? Wondering if he should just end it, surely one less Malfoy to worry about would do the world a favour? He had even purposely left a trail of clues in sixth year, hoping that someone, anyone, would catch on and try to stop him- permanently. The closest he got to this was the duel with Potter. If only he could’ve bled out on the floor, why did they have to save him? Couldn’t they just let him die?

The Dark Mark had mostly faded, but the outline remained, a constant reminder of everything he had been forced to do. Why him? Was it selfish to wonder why he had been chosen? Innocent lives had been tainted and torn forever, and Draco was far from innocent, so why did he feel sad? It could have been so much worse.

Could you use the killing curse on yourself? Draco had wondered this for a while. He had never been able to successfully be able to cast one of the unforgivable curses on others, but could he try it on hisself? Someone who he knew wasn’t innocent? Someone who he knew he wanted dead? Or perhaps he could use ‘sectumsempra’ to sever an artery? Why couldn’t he do it? What was stopping him?


Harry hadn’t been the same since the end of the war, everyone had noticed it. The usual charisma and perpetual optimism had worn off, and everyone could see through the materialised happiness. They all knew he was hurting, but would never admit it because 'so many had had it worse’. It was a well known fact that Harry blamed himself for what happened, for the fates of those who died fighting for the boy who lived. His parents, Sirius, Fred, Remus, and many more, had all died trying to let him live. All the lives lost to save one. How was it fair?

That’s right, it wasn’t. Not to him, anyway.

Often Harry would find himself wandering the halls of Hogwarts, retracing the footsteps of his younger self, usually, remembering the innocence he had been forced to loose so young. Sometimes he would find himself visiting the spots where loved ones had died fighting. The wall blown down had been patched back up, but with a plaque for Fred. 'Brother, son, friend. Loved by so many, taken too soon. Fred brightened up the lives of those around him, and will be missed. Mischief Managed.’

The astronomy tower was shut off to the students of Hogwarts as it was in need of repair, which never came. None of the staff could bare it up there, something just felt… off. Malfoy was the last person Harry would expect to see up there.

The blonde seemed to be huddled over by the balcony… crying? Harry edged closer, cautious not to make a sound. He had to know what Malfoy was up to.

His wand was pointed directly into his left forearm, where Harry knew the mark would have been.
“Sectum- sect-sempra-”
It took a few seconds for Harry to notice what Malfoy was trying to do, but he soon realised.


Malfoy’s wand was shot from his hand, and over the balcony, before further harm could be done.

Malfoy spun around, eyes blazing with fury, and shoved Potter. Hard. “Potter! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Despite being slightly winded, Harry managed to pull himself up. “I should ask, you the same, thing, Malfoy.” He spluttered between wheezes.

“If you had time to disarm me, surely you could tell me why? Or was Saint Potter just looking for an excuse to use his favourite spell again?” Malfoy attempted to push past Potter, but was pulled back.

“Call me crazy, but it looked to me like you were trying to slice off your arm.”

“Close, but-”

“Or you were using sectumsempra to try and cut away your dark mark?” Harry made an attempt to pull Draco’s arm, but was again, pushed away.

“You don’t need to pretend to be a hero around me, Potter. The attempt to try and help me is cute, really, but I don’t need your help, or anyone’s help.”

And with that, Malfoy left. Harry didn’t stop him this time.


'To whoever reads this, I would like to take this moment to apologise and explain myself.

To mother, I’m so sorry that you’re going to have to loose me, but I can’t live with myself knowing everything that I’ve put you through. Thank you for everything, you were the only person in my life who has shown me compassion.

To those who grieve lost loved ones, I truly am sorry. Sorry that you had to have them torn from you, sorry I didn’t do anything to help, sorry that all I was to you is another Death Eater. I wanted to change, to help, but I didn’t want my family to die.

And to Potter, because I know your prying eyes will find this letter, I want you to know that you’re the only person I’ve ever loved. I appreciate what you tried to do last night, but I’m beyond saving, the world is better off without me. I know you blame yourself for what happened, but you don’t need to. You were the hero, so chin up, smile, and know that you are loved, loved by so many, don’t ever forget that.


And with that, he jumped. Free at last. Away from the pain of life, finally able to board the train. He knew not what awaited him, but knew that anything was better than the world he lived in. Draco was finally at peace.

Harry found Draco’s note, next to his wand, in the astronomy tower. His hands were shaking as he read it, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. He should’ve been there for Malfoy after the war, he could’ve helped him; instead, he had let him die. Malfoy loved him, and he let him down. He let him go.

My 12 year old brother* during the Wonder Woman premiere, spoilers below:
  • *makes incoherent impressed sounds during the Amazon beach scene*
  • “Aw, she’s so adorable!” @ Baby Diana.
  • “Fuck yeah!” @ Diana taking her gear from the tower.
  • *literally lost his shit laughing every time one of the boys (Steve Trevor included) opened their mouths*
  • *cheered loudly* @ Diana lifting that first tank.
  • “Aw come on! That’s not fair [for Diana]” @ Steve getting on that plane during THAT scene.
  • “This movie was so aesthetically pleasing / beautifully shot / colourful” - after we exited the theatre
  • “It was freaking awesome!” @ our father who came to see it with us, after he asked him if he liked the movie.
  • “KILL HIM” @ Diana fighting Ares.
  • *was absolutely resolute that YES he is going to watch Justice League when it comes out* when we were watching the trailer in the theatre before WW started.
  • *Sat with me through BvS the extended edition before going to the cinema* “But where is Wonder Woman?” *every 10 minutes until she showed up*

and there’s probably more I don’t remember right now.

Moral of the story: sexist fuckboys are not born that way, they’re conditioned that way. Do the world a favour, take your little / young / not-so-little boys to watch Wonder Woman.

*That same brother whose favourite character from Suicide Squad is Harley Quinn and who also until last year had a very strong preference for the M   C   U

Tumblr-Girl (Part 2)

Tumblr – Girl (Series)

Part 1
Part 3

Pairing: Misha Collins x reader
Summary: the day after the first conversation
Word Count: 1.913
Warnings: panic attack, angst, depression, mental illness, self doubt

Notes: it is my first ever fanfic and I am not a English native speaker so please don’t hate me, I hope you like the idea, there at least some more parts to come. :) 
IMPORTANT: I’m looking for someone like a beta-reader (since I’m not an English-native-speaker there are (probably) loads of mistakes in my texts as well as some ideas seem better in my mind than in the text, so you know what a beta-reader does, don’t you? Just shoot me a message if you want to help me with my texts 

Now enjoy the second chapter ;)

Your POV

The next day you woke up, your body in pain and extremely tired, you swore you would never again trust a single human being who wants to help and certainly not some guy on tumblr. Yesterday you thought this guy really cared, that you have finally found someone to get this weight from your shoulders, but as everyone else he just let you down. Just wanted to play a knight until he read this few lines and recognized your unappealing character, until the game got boring, as it always does when you were involved. 

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Forward - Sami Zayn

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

If you follow me, you probably know that I met Sami Zayn. He was so sweet that it inspired me to write some good ol’ fluff. I’m still working on my one shot writing skills so yeah… ENJOY!

Well crap. The moral of today’s story children, is that you never call a scantily clad, make up caked, fake ass blonde a ring rat. Why? Because her boyfriend might be tall as hell, around 250 pounds and a football player who isn’t afraid to hunt you down and beat the ever living shit out of you…even if you’re a girl.

My justification for calling her that is that she was saying, loud and proud, that she didn’t care that AJ Styles is married, that all she’d have to do is (BO-LIEVE! No? Okay) bat her (thick-ass and plastic) eyelashes and make sure that her (equally plastic) boobs were on show and Mr Styles would be putty in her hands. She, an imbecile, was stating her intentions to an entire bar full of WWE fans, so I, an intellectual (and a decent human being), called her a ring rat. Her man-purse decided to get all up in my business so I rephrased my statement.

“Good sir, I simply called your…girlfriend? You poor man. I called her, in terms better suited to your vocabulary, a filthy, dirty, disgusting, bottom feeding, trash bag hoe.” Yeah, that didn’t go over too well with either of them. But hey, most of the bar heard me and gave me a pop so, take that you…rascals…

Running is not my strongpoint but the giant oaf thought it would be a good idea to chase me out of the bar and onto the streets. Because I have the physical ability of a disabled sloth, I began to run out of breath real quick, opting to dive into an alley when I was far enough ahead that he wouldn’t see me. And this, ladies and gents, is how I ended up in an alley with a hot ginger. To clarify, it’s not Ed Sheeran but a humanised version of a ray of sunshine.

“You okay there?”

“Hush,” I waited until the Flintstone reject had ran past before turning to face my unexpected company, “My apologies. I was being chased by a Neander….thal. Hi, oh my God. Sorry! That was so rude of me.” He just smiled and stuck out his hand.

“Don’t worry about it. Sami, and you?”

“Y/N. Hope you’re okay with me hiding out here with you.”

Oh God, I’m wearing my Sami shirt, aren’t I? I looked down and sure enough, the words ‘Sami Zayn and the Zayniacs’ were clearly visible. Sami obviously noticed what I was looking at and when we made eye contact a few moments later, we both fell into fits of laughter. Something about the situation we were in just seemed hilarious. He explained why he was in the alley; he had been walking around and it seemed like a quiet place for him to get his thoughts together before that evening’s show. Is he as handsome as he is on TV? Oh hell yes. He’s super kind too, not even minding that I have a tendency to ramble when I’m nervous. In fact, when I did decide that I needed to go if I wanted to beat the lines, he agreed to walk me back to the arena.

“Right, important question. Kiss, marry, push off a cliff between Doink the clown, Santino Marella and Mr Fuji.” I snorted but humoured him with my answer.

“Hmmm, Santino could make me laugh and probably cook some mean Italian food so I’d marry him. I’d kiss Fuji mostly because I have a fear of clowns and I would be doing the world a great favour by ridding it of one.”

“What if, instead of Doink, it was me? What would you do then?”

“Oh, you’re still going over the cliff.” He gasped in mock horror, stifling a laugh.

“How can this be? I thought we had something! OH THE HUMANITY!”

Just by spending some time with Sami, I felt one thousand times happier than I had over the past year. This is what made it kind of hard to leave him to go into the arena. As I walked away, I heard him call my name and when I turned to face him, he was already halfway towards me.

“I know this might seem a little forward but,” Sami raised one hand to lift his hat up, bringing it down to his chest, his other hand holding onto a slip of paper, “You seem like a really nice girl and I’d really like to get to know you better. Maybe next time I’m in the city, we could go to dinner?”

“I’d love that.”

Maybe I should be thanking the chick from the bar. Without her, I wouldn’t have ended up in that alley. But then again, maybe she shouldn’t be so forward.


do yourself and the world a favour and listen to this

starrrwars  asked:

Hello! I know you have a large following and most of your followers will be 18-24, could you please post to remind them to vote on Thursday (8th). If people are considering not voting in the GE because they aren’t feeling listened to, this is happening because 18-24 year olds aren’t voting. You NEED to vote, and have a high turnout to show you hold government accountable for their actions. If we continue to have a low turnout for our age group they will continue fucking us over. PLEASE VOTE!

I’ve already reblogged plenty of reminders for my British followers to vote, don’t worry. But it’s worth saying again. Vote! Unless you plan to vote Tory, in which case, do the world a favour and don’t.

If the kotlc gang each had a phone
  • Sophie: I don't know why you guys are acting like this, elves have greater inventions than phones.
  • Keefe: *takes way too many selfies*
  • Keefe: Sorry Foster- but I can't help taking ravishing pictures of myself. I mean look how handsome I look. I'm doing the world a favour.
  • Dex: *playing games*
  • Dex: Huh? What did you say?
  • Biana: Eep! Makeup apps are amazing! Look at the makeover I did on Dex!
  • Linh: These human romance movies are quite something.
  • [kissing scene comes on]
  • Linh: *blushes*
  • Fitz: Huh. The small object is capable of doing plenty.
  • Fitz: *accidentally opens music app*
  • Fitz: Woahh.
  • Tam: I think it's garbage. I already broke it.

okay but life hack for anyone who likes to read fic but doesn’t wanna see all the larry even in non-larry-related tags on ao3

go to the ‘search within results’ section and paste this: -filter_ids:450395

then sit back, relax and watch the larry disappear and your fave ship tag become like, at least 50% more filled with fic related to your fave ship

a visual in case u need it:

Reprogramming 2 (Remedy side story)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluff, mentions of smut, submissive behaviour, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

(I did some research after subspace and all that, but please don’t take my word for ANY of it!)

This takes place after chapter two of Remedy. (sorta)

Remedy (1) Remedy (2)

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