i'm crying so much right now please

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HOLY MOLY 4000 FOLLOWERS!?!?! I’m amazed! I’m astounded!! I’m shocked!!! I’m crying, I’m so happy right now! Thank you so much for all the continuous support! I’m going to be taking a little break from tumblr for awhile for spring break to finish a lot of project I have rn, but as soon as I’m done I’ll come back and post all the goodies I’ve been working on! Thank you so much again babes! Please enjoy some Big brother Percy

  • Missy: Oh, don’t be disgusting, we’re Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.
  • also Missy: I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you...He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.
  • also Missy: *makes out with Doctor against wall*
  • also Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
  • the Doctor: Two hearts.
  • also Missy: And both of them yours.
  • also Missy: Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. You know, I should shoot you in a jealous rage, now wouldn't that be sexy?
  • also Missy: Stop shouting, love....
  • also Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need?...To know that you're just like me!
  • also Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every war, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome.
  • also Missy: We can, we can go together [to Gallifrey], just you and me. Just like the old days.
  • Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons.
  • also Missy: If you like.
  • Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?
  • also Missy: Since always....
  • also Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
  • also Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. Nobody is safe now.
  • also Missy: The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter....
  • also Missy: *travels through a Dalek infested sewer and city in heels while keeping his pet safe* No. No, no, no, no. Doctor, what have you done? *runs towards danger to save the Doctor from his own stupidity*
  • also Missy: *laughs at the Doctor's sarcastic comeback like a schoolgirl with a massive crush*
  • also Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend...Everyone's a bit of both, everyone's a hybrid.
  • also Missy: Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live...I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good...I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope, without witness, without reward, I am your friend.
  • the Doctor: Of course she's not dead, she's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
  • also Missy: *stays in Vault for decades even though she could escape at any time*
  • also Missy: C'est super. So, what have you got so far? *drapes herself across piano whilst encouraging the Doctor to puzzle out how to defeat the monks*
  • also Missy: *cries* ...You didn't tell me about this bit.
  • the Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
  • also Missy: Okay.
  • also Missy: *peers shyly around console rotor*
  • also Missy: Sure, that's fine...But Doctor, please tell me, really. Are you alright?
  • also Missy: *cries* I don't even know why I'm crying. Why, why do I keep doing that now?
  • the Doctor: I don't know. Maybe you're trying to impress me.
  • also Missy: Yes. Probably some devious plan, that sounds about right.
  • the Doctor: Well the alternative would be much worse.
  • also Missy: Really?
  • the Doctor: The alternative is that this is for real and it's time for us to become friends again.
  • also Missy: Do you think so? *Takes step forward. The Doctor steps back, then tentatively takes Missy's hands in his own. Missy gasps in surprise.*
  • the Doctor: I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist. *Lets go of Missy's hands and walks away.*

vineylla  asked:

bro i come back to your blog every few weeks and i am blown away by how much you improve and grow each time, like SHIT i've sent you four asks and every time i'm just flabbergasted, god bless

ohmygosh????? please take this insufficient wip,,,, I haven’t drawn anything good in forever asjdkfld

anonymous asked:

i'm not the same anon that asked you about crying Yuri but YAAAS please tell us something about Beka being so great or caring in bed that Yura just can't handle it or WHATEVER you want pls and i guess it's the right moment to tell you about how much l love everything you do just THANK YOU SOOO MUCH

Normally in the Mafia AU they have really intense sex, half the time never even waiting to get to a bed, or even home – they can’t wait, they just need each other now. But every once in awhile, there are lazy mornings or nights when Otabek has Yuri in his apartment, or he’s snuck back into the Plisetsky home after “leaving”, where Otabek can just take his time with Yuri. Worship him, tell him in little whispers all the ways he’s made Otabek’s hell of a life something more, kiss him breathless and fuck him until his legs are shaking and all Yuri can say is his name between choked sobs. Anytime Otabek gets intense like that, emotionally intense, Yuri can’t help but cry. He’s been lonely for so long in the mafia AU. 

Ok, so Taeyong…

He’s the real dealer (real dear deal) (I hope it’s for ice cream, you can’t give the kids druggies)

He doesn’t like ketchup (of course, he loves mustard with pickles and honey)

He’s the scene stealer (we know, he’s always the center)

His finger toe is making weird gestures (yes, you said it kinda sticks out and it hurts when you dance, please take care of it baby!)

What comes around goes around (those haters might be crying right now!)

and Swirl swirl, deep down (probably digging a hole to bury them all)

anonymous asked:

I bet Ed cries his way through all his kids' graduations. Doesn't matter what it's for, he's right in the front row, full waterworks; Ed, from the audience: "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU" kid, on the stage: "DAD PLEASE NOT NOW"

YES DEFINITELY. Ed would be the proudest papa omg he’d prob get emotional about everything because he loves his kids so much omg “she….she refused to drink her milk….she truly is my daughter i’m so proud” “oh my god ed are you crying???

yzzy-gggg  asked:

Just saw your asks are open and I'm soo excited!!! I love your writing so much ahh! Can I please get a scenario where Akashi's s/o stays the night at his house (they were studying too late and lost track of time or something), and has a really bad dream? So she leaves her guest room and searches for his and when she finds it she's just scared and crying?? Extra extra fluff please!! Thank you!! ^^

I have so many Akashi in my inbox right now, but I’m not complaining cause I honestly really love writing Akashi ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)♡ 🌸

Yayyy!! And omg, thank you so much dear! I made this extra fluffy for you! I hope you enjoy it ♡(ŐωŐ人)

Thank you for requesting! 


“Why did I agree on this again?” she muttered, more to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of the most comfortable pajamas she has ever worn.

Akashi smiled and watched as she made her way over to him, by the bed. She lets out a tired sigh and flopped down on the bed. “Oh my god, this is too much.”

She sat up and scanned the huge room. A chandelier hung right above them, and below them was a red carpeted floor. The bed was huge, and overall the room, bathroom, and closet were so.. luxurious.

“Your parents’ll understand.” he reassured, as he turned his head to the huge window, coated with a curtain, though the sound of thunder and the flashes of lighting were sensed.

“Alright, alright.” she gave in, crossing her legs and biting her lip, lowering her gaze. Then her mind wanders off to why she got here in the first place.

She looked up. “Oh. And.. how does the formula work again?” she questioned, an exhausted expression on her face.

Akashi sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, before leaning in and planting a kiss on her temple. “Don’t worry about that too much. Alright, love? It’s a long day. You should rest.”

He turns on the lamp and stood up to turn off the lights, then made his way to the bed again, where she was attempting to fall asleep by throwing the sheets above her head.

“Sei, you should go to sleep.” she said, her voice muffled by the cloth but was nonetheless audible.

He moved his hand and placed it on top of her head, softly playing with her hair. “I insist on leaving until you fall asleep, (Name).”

She groaned and placed a hand on his, gently yanking it away from her. She squeezed it and peeked her head out of the covers. “You’re just as tired. Go to sleep, Seijuro.”

He sighed but nodded, moving her hand and planting a long kiss on her hand. “If you say so.” he smiled. “Goodnight.”

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anonymous asked:

Getting in a heated argument with Chase that makes him disappear for a while you're left at home crying. When he comes home, he has a box of chocolates, flowers, and a giant stuffed bear. "I'm so sorry about earlier, baby girl. There's a lot on my mind right now." He tells you, pressing kisses to your bare thighs. "Please help me clear my mind, sweetheart." his voice cracking as his eyes darken slightly. After soft kisses, you both are naked and making love on the couch, forgetting the fight.

and just you miss him so much and was so worried, you clutch onto him 

Sinful Sunday™

piggybunny12  asked:

What's so special about Les Mis Dallas? *new fan*

Oh my gosh. Welcome!  And what a good question! I hardly even know where to start.

Les Mis Dallas/ Dallas Les Mis  is what people mostly call the Dallas Theater Center production of 2014. Directed by Liesl Tommy, it took the story of the musical and reset it to be in a modern city (a purposely non-specific modern city).  While it kept the libretto and the story, it was a totally redone staging and design, made to stress the contemporary relevance of the story’s themes and encourage people to feel the immediacy of the story again.

…That’s the newspaper summary, and it sounds high-concept and boring. LMD was anything but. So here’s Entirely Subjective fannish shouting. Under  a cut for lots of shouting and lots of images. 



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Hey everyone, Tricia here!!! I am currently accepting muses to become Mains or Exclusives to my blog; I’m redoing many of my pages so now seemed like the best time to start accepting anyone who’d be interested in this. Mains/Exclusives get the benefit of listening to me cry about our characters at all hours of the day; so many aus. too many aus; ooc madness; the added benefit of continuity, group verses, etc & much, much more!!! 

Please note: I have the right to limit & refuse. I prefer that we have spoken IC or OOC at least once before accepting. I only accept Exclusives for OCS & muses from other fandoms. Anyone who likes this, will be contacted by me to hash out everything else. 

Today when I started crying because I felt like I was annoying Daddy by talking too much
  • Me: *randomly start sobbing*
  • Daddy: Baby girl why are you crying?
  • Me: *cries harder*
  • Daddy: Please tell me what's wrong baby girl. Let me hold you.
  • Me: *still crying* Please hit me Daddy.
  • Daddy: No I won't.
  • Me: Please I've been a bad girl and now I'm being worse by crying.
  • Daddy: No baby girl you don't need to be hit right now. You need love. Now come here.
Random Lyric Starters (Part one)
  • "It's funny how the night can make you blind"
  • "We call you sunshine"
  • "She knows how to treat a fella right"
  • "We don't have to go home"
  • "Don't tell me you're sorry cause you're not"
  • "We know that shit ain't real"
  • "You don't have to fight it"
  • "I almost wish you would've loved me too"
  • "I can't do anything right"
  • "We got nowhere else to go"
  • "It's not your fault so please stop your crying now"
  • "I don't even know how I'm getting home"
  • "He's into me for everything I'm not"
  • "I can't help her now"
  • "You always find a way to bring me down when I feel fine"
  • "Alive is all I want to feel tonight"
  • "Every inch of you is perfect"
  • "Tell em that it's my birthday"
  • "There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now"
  • "I almost wrote a song about you today"
  • "And the award for the best lie goes to you"
  • "That river was cold but we gave love a chance"
  • "I just can't win for losing"
  • "This is all I need"
  • "Quit your bitchin', move your feet"
  • "I'm in love with a girl who knows me better"
  • "Your backhanded compliments suck the air out of the room"
  • "That was quite a show, very entertaining"
  • "I almost held up a grocery store"
  • "You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom"
  • "Hey don't rain on my parade and kill a perfect day wasting my time"
  • "Every night's my birthday"
  • "We are free tonight"
  • "There's no room for anyone who dares to do something different"
  • "If you like me, then say you like me"
  • "Baby, don't move"
  • "Now I'm destined to spend my time missing you"
  • "You know I'm all about that bass"
  • "You gotta party like it's not your birthday"
  • "I'm never going down, I'm never giving up, I'm never gonna leave"
  • "You can only believe in yourself"
  • "I promise you don't need to hide it anymore"
  • "I need to be where you are"

Also, MAJOR THANKS TO THAT ANON WHO SENT ME A FIC REQUEST!!!! I SAW IT AND I CRIED!!! 💕💕 Anon, whoever you are, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to send me a request, you have MADE ME SO HAPPY!! THANK YOUUUU SO, SO MUCH!

I will hopefully, get that written up for you and posted by the end of the week (hopefully!!) But seriously, thank you so much, you’ve made me a very happy girl right now! 💛

Also, just to let everyone know, I do take fic requests and prompts, so please don’t be shy, my askbox is always open! 😘🌸💫

OMG OMG OMG!!! I don’t deserve this!!!  Thank you so much everyone who followed me!! I’m so sorry for not recognizing this sooner!! I’ve been so busy with #sanderssidesappreciationmonth reblogging and writing fics that I didn’t get the time to properly thank you guys!! I love each and everyone of you! And the content you guys are making from my challenges, It just blows me away! But after its all said and done, everything points back to the original creator Thomas Sanders!! Just letting you all know…I’m super excited for some of the stuff I have planned for Roman’s week. EEEEEEE!!! THANK YOU AGAIN GUYS!!!

Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 9)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

10+ Small spoilers for Day 7 of Zen’s route. Fluff + Angst.


“Oh, do you play?” Zen asks, noticing the way she eyes his keyboard.

She tests out the beginning notes of Für Elise, twiddling the black and white keys back and forth. “I do,” she says softly, not looking up from the piano.

“Have you been playing for long? Do you know any pieces off by heart?” Zen can’t help the questions from spilling out. Is he talking too much? She is rather quiet in person; more than he thought she would be from speaking to her in the chatrooms. She often seems to be lost in thought, or perhaps carefully considering her next action. It’s difficult to read her expressions.

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cc-kouga  asked:

Hi!!! I'm in love with your headcanons. I have been (hopefully lowkey) stalking your tumblr. I dunno if you write other pairing outside tfc, but if you are and still open for prompt, can I have pynch + prompt #2? Thank youuuuu XOXO

thank you so much!!<3<3 (whether or not it’s lowkey is irrelevant, it’s super flattering!!!) 

and as a general psa- I’m always open for prompts for anything I blog about, so you can absolutely :)

2. “This is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here.”

  • adam’s at college now and finals week is approaching
  • dead week is kicking his ass
  • and yeah he’s settled in by this point
  • but there’s a part of him that’s conditioned by stress and expectations to revert back into the boy he was for a while
  • which is to say, he’s feeling the weight of the pressures he puts on himself and feels slightly insignificant
  • so he works even harder to make up for it
  • and this all amounts to two things, a) he’s not slept much, and as such is pretty moody, and b) he’s not really talked to anyone in the past couple of weeks
  • now ronan knows adam
  • he knows what adam’s like when he gets stressed
  • but he’d been doing so much better and they’ve been together for like a year by now and it’s been good
  • so the fact that it’s different is Noted
  • and he brings it up to adam casually, one phone call that adam actually manages to answer
  • (adam sounds so happy to hear from ronan that he almost chickens out)
  • but he casually remarks that they haven’t talked much recently and is he getting stressed like he used to?
  • it uh
  • does not go well
  • long story short, adam hangs up on him and aggressively goes back to studying, fully resolved to not talk to people until finals are over because it’s not worth it
  • and he doesn’t
  • if adam’s one thing, it’s dedicated to his decisions
  • so for a full week he doesn’t reply to a single text from anyone and only barely talks to the friends he has made at college
  • (they get it, though. that’s just who he is and it’s not personal)
  • but finals finish and adam has a second to collect himself
  • and ok, he admits it, he was a complete asshole
  • he planned to go back to henrietta in a couple of days after packing but he looks around at all the stuff he has around his room (cough dream items) and he definitely can’t wait that long before he goes back he needs to fix what he’s done now 
  • and also he misses ronan more than he’d care to admit
  • so he just…. heads straight home
  • (he does mention it to his roommate on the way out)
  • (once he forgot to and they thought he’d been murdered)
  • (adam slowly gets used to people noticing his absence)
  • he doesn’t go empty-handed, though
  • he spent too much time with gansey so that he feels uncomfortable inviting himself to someone else’s house when they may not want you there not to bring a gift
  • and there’s a part of him that’s missed nino’s
  • so he gets pizza as a brief detour and when he arrives at the barns it’s still warm
  • (he’s almost upset he can’t eat it right away)
  • he has a key, but he knocks on the door anyway
  • ronan opens the door like ….what the fuck because no one knocks on the door
  • and adam’s standing there looking fucking perfect as always and he has pizza and it smells delicious and it takes all his resolve to maintain his default pissed off expression
  • adam blurts out “this is an apology pizza. please take it or i will start crying right here. i haven’t slept in a week, i guarantee tears.”
  • ronan can’t do it
  • he takes the pizza
  • then he kisses his boyfriend
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Wendy 2nd Anniversary Message (trans by oven1408)

Our lovely fans~~~ It’s already our 2nd anniversary together…!! I think time passes by really quickly! Right?? Is it just me…? Thank you for giving Red Velvet so much love for these two years~ We try to return that love with good stages and songs but every time, I think we receive even more from the fans… Thank you so much and you know that I rea~lly, rea~lly like and love you, right?

 As I go further, I think I become more shy… He… He…I am also… A woman that gets shy, everyone… Man… I think writing a letter is really hard… I’m writing will right now, right?? I need my heart to be expressed. I guess I should go back to school… Every time I read each and every letter that fans give me, I wonder how you write such pre~tty words and tear up… (So it’s not a secret that I need to split them up in parts and read them <3) It’s so heartwarming… I’m surely a happy person…
 And I also get the urge to work even~ harder! And I want to see you even~ more! ;) Sure, writing a letter to someone takes time but completely expressing one’s heart onto a paper is really hard~ Therefore I’m even more thankful! So though we can’t always be by each other’s side everyday…! So it’s through the official homepage or SNS or fan letters or support that I think I gather strength and become even stronger~ My message has become too long, right?? 

Anyway!! Fans! Thank you for the 2nd anniversary~ Thank you so much for being with us also! From now on, we’ll work harder to show you a better side of Red Velvet and of Wendy so please continue~ to be with us!! I say this every time so you may be sick of it but… Thank you so so much and I love you <33333

Omg please read this I'm literally crying right now I love Leslie Knope so much

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.

I think you know where this is going.
Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—“ and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T-Rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T-Rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”

After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.

“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”

She nodded.

“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.

“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”

Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T-Rex.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance. And here’s what I stand on that:

No. I do not accept it.

I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T-Rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T-Rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance. And here’s what I stand on that:
No. I do not accept it.
I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.
And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T-Rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T-Rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.
He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.

Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,
Leslie