Pictures of white people crying after Romney lost were funny because you knew nothing bad was actually going to happen to those people but pictures of women and people of color crying after this election are devastating because we’re actually afraid we’re going to die
You do have to feel really bad for Hillary Clinton right now. Like, even if you don’t like her, this has to be an awful feeling. She ran against a man who can’t string together a coherent sentence. A man who is less qualified than a sack of potatoes. At least with Obama she could say “Well, he’s charismatic and intelligent and maybe he’s a little less qualified, but he’s a strong opponent”. With Trump…there is nothing that makes sense. Nothing at all. And that has to hurt.
BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW BILL CLINTON MOUTHES “THAT’S MY GIRL” CAN WE FUCKING TALK ABOUT THAT.
Listen, I voted for her, but in my heart I don’t know that I’ve had many moments of truly liking or admiring her. But this moment? This poise? This complete self-control (in a situation where sexist men would expect her to be falling apart)? I have never been prouder or more admiring of someone. I agree, Bill. That’s our girl.
You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.
Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.
I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.
WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER
Holy shit I’m gonna cry that’s beautiful.
Every single cursed moment of my tumblr existence has led me here. I am whole. I am complete.
103 year old Ruline Steininger casts a vote for Hillary Clinton in Iowa, as early voting began in the state.
She was born in 1913 when women were banned from voting, and born even before the First World War began.
She has voted in every election since 1936, when she first cast her vote for Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and earlier this year has sent a letter to Hillary saying:
“In my first century of life, I’ve seen many incredible things” “A pandemic, two worldwide depressions, a cure for polio, the
first Catholic president, a man on the moon, the end of smallpox, an
attack on American soil, and a black president. In my second century, I
look forward to seeing a woman president.”
Kind of really sobering when you really think about the fact that there are people in this country who are alive at this moment and lived at a time when universal suffrage hadn’t existed yet.
