why do bad things happen to such good people

Questions.

How would you feel if you knew you’d die 8 days after your birthday? Coffee or tea? Why don’t some flowers have thorns and some do? Who gets to decide that? At which point does poetry become unca- discathar- not cathartic? What do you have hidden under your bed? Was it you who put it there? Did it crawl there on its own? Do you have any books on How to be Happy? What would you do if the news said something about a war raging next door? Who do you run to when your little heart breaks? Was this ocean ever a puddle once? Did it drown too, before it drowned us? What time is it? How long until the next train to someplace other than here arrives? Why do bad things happen to good people? Doing bad things doesn’t necessarily make us bad people, right? But when do we become the bad guys? How many bad things do we have to do to start showing up in the children’s nightmares? How would you feel if you knew that in 24 hours, something big will fall out of the sky and no one else knows?

MJL

Get to know me
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  • 8. What do you search for in a significant other?
  • 7. What are you most proud of?
  • 8. When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love?
  • 9. Have you ever collected anything? What was it?
  • 10. List 10 things off of your bucket list.
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  • 12. How many relationships have you been in?
  • 13. Turn ons
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  • 17. What is the best birthday gift you have ever received?
  • 18. Are you optimistic or pessimistic?
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  • 37. Why do bad things happen to good people?
  • 38. In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out or being stabbed in the eye?
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  • 73. Does money equal happiness?
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  • 98. Coffee or tea?
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How to Survive when Bad Things Happen

1. Try to switch your emotions to neutral so you can think more clearly, and do what’s best for you.

2. Ask “how” not “why”. Just for the moment, keep your focus on the challenge, and the steps you need to take to climb out of the pit. Often, by doing one small thing can start to turn things round.

3. Look for the good things, and the lessons you can learn. It will help you be resourceful, and will change your attitude.

4. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Other people understand what it’s like to get bad news. They know it “knocks you sideways”, and it saps your energy.

5. Try and see it as a temporary experience. Life is always changing, and bad things pass in time.

6. Don’t take it personally. We all experience crises, disappointments and tough times. It just means that you’re human – you’re not being singled out!

Attention, spoilers below!

You know what’s the greatest thing about Thirteen Reasons Why?
It’s that everyone, every single character, is totally, completely human. They’re all 100% realistic and three dimensional. They’ve all got both virtues and vices, strenghts and weaknesses. They’re all also deeply flawed and damaged.
Obviously they’re not all the same… In fact, everyone has their own very distinct personality (and they always, always act on character).
But what I think the show is trying to say is that nothing is either black or white.
It’s one big fucking gray area and we’re all in it. The people who made small mistakes that ended up in tragic outcomes and the people who knew that what they were doing was wrong and did it anyway.
Because yes, Hannah was an amazing, funny, clever, beautiful girl who did not deserve anything she got. But yes, she also did have a flair for the dramatic.
And yes, Bryce Walker is a rapist and I hope he gets the sentence he deserves and more. But - and here you might not agree with me - Justin also told us he was always generous with him and his other friends.
This obviously is not to say that Hannah being a bit of a drama queen excuses the people who hurt her. And also is obviously not to say that Bryce being there for his mates excuses him for commiting one of the worst crimes possibile.
This is just to say that whoever wrote this show, whoever wrote this characters, knows exactly what they’re doing. Way too often TV and cinema (but also books, comics, video games ect…) tell stories in which people are either entirely good or entirely bad. And, I know, they do it because we like to read and watch stories in which we can identify with the good main characters. And it’s okay.
But it’s also not realistic. Those people are not realistic. In real life people fuck things up. Hopefully not as bad as they did in Thirteen Reasons Why, but still, it happens. People make mistakes and people kill themselves. It’s tragic, but it’s real.
To sum up, what I’m trying to say here is: it’s okay to watch shows in which the characters always choose what is right instead of what is easy. It’s okay to identify with those characters and it’s okay to “use” those shows as an escape from reality.
But sometimes you have to watch shows like Thirteen Reasons Why. Not because they tell you what is going to happen, but because they tell you what COULD happen. Anyone could be the next Hannah and anyone could be the reason why they decide to kill themselves. Shows like this remind us that actions have consequences. So, next time, think before you act and try to fix what you can still fix, before is too late.
Because, before Hannah proved them wrong, everyone on the tapes thought they were the good character.

… Except for Jeff. Jeff was 100% pure.

Also, sorry, I wasn’t planning to turn this into a morality lesson. It just happened.

Ruby Rose’s Letter

“Hey, sis.

I hope my letters have been reaching you and Dad. I know written stuff has never been super reliable, but… I guess it’s all we’ve got these days. Anyways, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say… I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea, and after everything I’ve been through, I can definitely say you were right.

“It’s been hard, hard on all of us, and I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here. Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew, and every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good… or something terrible. It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get - almost makes it all worse.

“You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen. But you were right; bad things do happen. They happen all the time… every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully, do some good.

“We’ve all lost something. I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. We’d never have a chance to see whatever beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves, or the world around us. And we’d never be there for other people, who one day, might be lost without us. This is what we were training for, Yang - to become Huntresses. To be the ones stand up, and do something about all the bad in the world… because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

“Believe me when I say I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try… if not for us, then for the people we’ve already… for the people we haven’t lost yet. 

“I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake, too. But I think you’d all be proud to know I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the headmaster of Haven Academy. And he told us some things you’re going to want to hear - things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. But maybe if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need Dad at Signal more than ever. I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me, but it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

“Until next time, your loving sister.” 

I think this fandom’s biggest problem is that it always sees things in black and white.

I’m going to be a pain but:

  • Criticism isn’t hate and hate isn’t criticism.
  • You can like characters while being critical of them or their actions.
  • Even “good” characters have flaws and acknowledging that means you see them for the interesting and complex characters that they are.
  • Character development means a character will change and learn from what happens to them. During that time, they will do good or bad things. It happens in almost all stories. 
  • Characters who are “good” can do “bad” things and that doesn’t mean you have to dislike them or think one bad action means they’re bad forever. It’s always a lot more complicated than that.
  • Character who are “bad” can still be interesting and fascinating characters.
  • You don’t have to justify liking a character who do “bad” things. You only have to recognize and acknowledge they do bad things.
  • Just because a lot of people think something is true doesn’t mean it is. 
  • There is always a context that explains how and why we perceive fictional characters. Our values are always influenced by the society we live in (with its prejudices and stereotypes). 
  • What happens in the story is one thing. What happens in fandom is another. If your favorite character hates another character, you don’t have to automatically do the same. If the story makes two characters fight each other, you don’t have to recreate that fight in fandom. 
Black Tumblr has got to stop making everything about race.

Article: woman (who just happens to be black) dies of anafalactic shock after accidentally being served onions at local restaurant.

Tumblr: another black person dying and it isn’t major news? Amerikkka.

Article: this young man who happens to be black is volunteering at a soup kitchen

Tumblr: #blackpride

Article: the cause of the crash that killed this family of 4 (who just happened to be black) was a faulty traffic light.

Tumblr: # protectblacklives

Article: Child (who just happened to be black) bullied for liking pokemon. Later commits suicide

Tumblr: why do black people have to deal with stuff like this?


Stop turning things that don’t have to do with race into racial issues. If it would have happened regardless of race, your tumblr activism hashtags and comments only take away from it. Someone doing something good or bad regardless of race does not need your attempt at problack commentary. If race is not a clear central theme of the action, then those are just empty words. That is just making light of the incedent. That is just diverting attention to the unimportant.

If I win a debate competition or save someone’s life or get attacked by a dog, I wouldn’t want people to focus on my race when it isn’t even notable to what happened.

I lost some really pricey headphones today and I’m coming back tomorrow on campus to check if I left them in one of my labs I hope they’re still there pls send me good luck

witching hour

requested by: anon(s)

warnings: first time, smut, mommykink.

word count: 1,344

summary: Credence wakes up with a problem. You help him with it.

a/n: there will be a part two!
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12:00 AM

Credence was not very comfortable.

He had been rolling around involuntarily, wide awake. He didn’t have any idea what the pressure inbetween his legs was, but he didn’t really like it. He whined and looked over at you, swallowing harshly before gently tapping you on your shoulder, careful not to be too harsh. “Mommy..” He whispered, “M - Mommy, wake up.”

You stirred, making a sleep-deprived kind of noise, your hands coming up to your eyes to rub them. The moon’s light gleamed onto your face as you sat up, taking a deep breath, your eyelids slowly beginning to rise. “Hi, baby..” You whispered, rubbing his knee affectionately - not at all intimately, “What’s up?”

Credence whimpered and looked down at your hand. He didn’t even know what to say, his mother had never told him about what was going on, let alone anything about that.. thing down there. He simply crawled onto your lap and pressed himself against your stomach, his face immediately stuffing itself into your neck, “It hurts, Mommy..” He sobbed, “I - I don’t know why, a - and - I don’t know what to do..”

“Oh, baby..” You sighed, running your hands up and down his back, immediately knowing what was wrong as soon as you felt it, “Alright, it’s okay.. calm down, Credence. It happens. Okay? This is not abnormal at all, and I don’t want to make you feel bad about having it,” You quickly told him, “Do you know what sex is, baby? Hm?”

“S - Sex is..” Credence curled his toes and sniffed, shrugging, “It’s when.. people do things.. r - right? And it - um.. feels good?”

“Exactly,” You pulled back, cupping his jaw, “Did Queenie tell you anything about it?”

“She explained a bit of it..” He nodded, feeling a bit more comfortable now that you had accepted everything, “Is it okay? R - Really?”

“Of course, baby,” You said calmly, kissing his head, his eyes fluttering as you giggled against him, “Would you like some help?”

Credence perked up and felt his boxers tighten further, his hands twitching. “Will you?” He widened his eyes, “Please, Mommy?”

You nodded, bringing a hand down slowly to begin palming him, his hips immediately bucking harshly, “O - Oh!” He gasped, “I -!”

“Shh,” You interrupted, biting your lip. “I.. have been wanting to do this with you for a while,” You admitted to him, face heating up, “I’ll take care of you. Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” Credence breathed, hips twitching, “It’s so nice, Mommy.. it.. it feels so good..”

You noticed how everytime you would squeeze or rub him through his boxers his jaw would drop a fraction of an inch, and you admired it - the sheer look of pleasure crossing his features, his eyebrows raising, eyes closing as you shuffled your hand into his boxers, curling your fingers firmly around his aching cock, “There you go, Credence..” You eased, stroking him, “That’s a good boy.. who’s Mommy’s good boy?”

Credence sobbed, canting his hips up into your hand desperately, “Me, m - me,” He choked out, his entire body stiffening while he brung himself as close to you as he could be, his feet arching, “I’m Mommy’s good boy..”

“That’s right..” You grinned, kissing his cheek lovingly. He layed on the bed after practically flinging himself back with ecstasy, spreading his legs and pushing his boxers down.

“Mommy, Mommy - please,” He rushed out, his erection continuing to rise and twitch with every stroke you gave him. He squirmed underneath you, whining again, “Please, more..”

You nodded slowly and crouched down, pulling your hand away for a moment. You kissed his thigh gently and asked him to trust you, to which he just bit his lip, and nodded. Slowly, you kissed up and down his shaft, shallow breath transferring itself onto Credence’s sensitive skin before dissolving. Sticking your tongue out a bit, you moved upward, making sure Credence felt all of you.

He was quite squirmish, and tried to stay still, but unfortunately could not. His lower lip quivered and he tried not to burst into tears because of all of the fucking stimulation, but alas, a wet, salty drop fell down his chin, causing him to bawl. “It’s s - so good,” He began, “Please don’t ever stop..”

You looked up to make sure he was alright, your heart melting at the sight of your baby boy, fucking crying because of how good you made him feel. You gulped, pulling back for a moment, “Are you sure, honey? You - You’re crying, Creed..”

“Please!” Credence widened his eyes and made a needy noise as soon as you moved, “Mommy - I want it - please, Mommy!” He begged, grabbing at your hands and holding onto them tight, “Please, I’ll be a good boy..”

“Okay, alright,” You bit your lip, kissing both of Credence’s hands. You unlinked your fingers from his and went back to what you were doing, cupping his balls and taking one into your mouth, slurping quietly, “Mmph -”

“Ah!” Credence gasped and bucked up harder than he intended, his heart rate speeding up. You could see small swirls of black dust start to emerge from his body, causing you to pull back once again.

“Hey, Creed..?” You rubbed his thigh slowly while he still panted and writhed underneath you, “I need you to calm down for Mommy. Okay? Please, baby?” You kissed his knee, “Calm down. I will go back to what I’m doing if you take it a notch lower. I know it feels good, that’s why I’m doing it for you. Just relax, take a deep breath, and watch me.”

Credence noticed his Obscurus starting to take form and quickly took a deep breath in before exhaling very slowly, face full of desperation. You could tell he wanted it, and you were going to give him pleasure in exchange for his obedience. You rubbed his chest slowly as you began to straddle him, eventually settling yourself on his lap - his hard member pressing right up against you. “Mommy..” He whispered, placing his head on your chest, “You’re so beautiful..”

You caressed the back of his neck for a bit and leaned down to kiss him, your eyes falling shut as he moaned and kissed back, cupping your face with shaky hands, “Mmn..” He breathed out, “Mommy..”

You lustfully made out with him, rolling your hips, bringing his scarred up hands down to place on your hips, to which he quickly tugged your panties down, trying not to look down and stay focused on the task at hand. He trailed his fingers down to your cunt and gently twirled his index around your clit, causing you to squeak and bring your thighs together, “Mmn -!”

Credence pulled back and stared down at your thighs, slowly spreading them, “Wanna make Mommy feel good..” He whispered, determined, shuffling down so that he was facing your heat, moving closer to you until he was kissing inbetween your thighs at your most sensitive places. You gasped loudly and placed a hand on his head instinctively, back arching.

“Credence!” You moaned, stomach rising and falling quickly from how paced your breathing was, “O - Oh, Credence..”

Credence was doing all he could to please you, even letting you tug at his hair even though it hurt - as well as licking over your clit the most because it seemed the most sensitive according to the noises you would make everytime he would get there, your heart racing.

“Mommy..” He mumbled against your aching cunt, which was dripping with juices that Credence took in and swallowed at every chance he got, “Tastes so good, Mommy..”

“C - Creed - God -” You hissed, rolling your hips right against his face, pulling him in roughly as you reached your climax, which came quickly, only because Credence was so fucking messy and good and you loved it. “Nn! Ah!”

Credence squeaked and took everything you gave him, moving back once you let him go, his cock throbbing at this point. “Mommy..”

“It’s your turn, baby,” You said to him, “I’m gonna teach you all about this.. okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

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I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when peole smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.
—  A few reasons why I’ll always prefer living by elsablt

I never got why people want guns? I love guns, they are amazing. Shot a few myself, mostly shotguns and rifles because Ireland but the love is there. I’m pro gun all the way but I’m not pro every Matthew, Mark, Luke and John having one. I know people say they need it for self defence and I understand but have you seen fail videos? Stupid people with guns do stupid things with the guns and I don’t consider that great for the self defence case. People are saying if people had guns in London the there would have been less death and it could be possible but what about the person who shot the gun? Yes, they killed bad guys but killing someone is not an easy thing and it can have bad after affects on someone’s mind. What if they liked it? What if they didn’t? Cause no sane person likes killing but it is necessary and that why we have Garda and soldiers. They do the bad stuff so we don’t have to and look how it messes with their minds? Some of them aren’t good people and look what happens when you give them the tools that cause a lot bad things. I guess why guns are needed and I will never be for banning all guns cause that’s stupid but not everyone is good. So until you can make sure that the person holding the gun isn’t the next terrorist or mass shooter or gangster or just a crazy person who loves hunting a bit too much then yeah you need gun control. Don’t give me the bulshit it’s someone’s right because yes you have a right to defend yourself but what is defending yourself when the bad guy has a gun also?