w0manifest:

It’s so unfair that the women who led the Temperance movement (which led to alcohol prohibition in the 1920s in the US) are painted as these joyless prudish nags who hated when others had fun, when really their issue was the fact that male failure to responsibly consume alcohol led to the rape, neglect, battery, and murder of their wives and children. They couldn’t stop male violence, but they did what they could to stop what exacerbated it. 

lauralot89:

Hey remember when Hillary Rodham Clinton went undercover to investigate school segregation in Alabama

remember when she introduced the Home Instruction for Parents of Preschool Youngsters program in Arkansas and reformed the state’s education system

remember when she helped eight million children get healthcare

remember when she said that human rights are women’s rights and women’s rights are human rights

remember when she brought in twenty-one billion in funding for the redevelopment site for the World Trade Center

remember how she helped to create the DOJ’s Office on Violence Against Women

remember when she co-sponsored the Native American Breast and Cervical Cancer Treatment Technical Amendment Act of 2001

remember how she wrote the Count Every Vote Act of 2005

remember when her leaked emails revealed she tried to bring a Yemeni girl to the US so she could receive an education

remember when she enacted a rule allowing transgender people to register their identities on their passports

remember when she was the second most popular secretary of state in sixty-five years and how her all-time high approval rating as senator was 74 points

remember when she called for Wall Street regulations in her speech to Goldman Sachs

remember when she was so good at working across the aisle that karl rove told republicans not to work with her

remember when she had so many achievements tumblr won’t let me make this many links

remember that time she danced the macerena at the 1996 DNC

remember when everyone loved her as SOS so much she became a meme

remember that time she said “fuck the White House’s Correspondents Dinner” because killing bin laden dead was more important

remember when she changed her last name and gave herself a makeover and smiled more because people blamed her for bill losing his gubernatorial election

remember when she was crucified in the press for having political interests as first lady instead of just playing hostess

remember when her friend committed suicide and she was accused of killing him

remember when she thought the latest partisan smears were that she had sex with a dog and she started crying because she had no trouble believing they’d stoop that low

remember when she cried on the campaign trail in 2008 and people called her weak and unfit for the demands of the presidency

remember when she took her law school admissions test and hid her fear as the male applicants harassed her

remember when she learned to hide her emotions after all this shit and then got blasted for being cold and unemotional and “just not exciting”

remember when she tried to be more relatable by mentioning how she always carries hot sauce in an interview and you all tore her to shreds for pandering

remember when she dedicated her whole adult life to public service and you all reduced her to the political equivalent of the cool mom from Mean Girls for the crime of not being bernie

remember how she had the most detailed proposals for every issue of her campaign ever that showed how she was nothing like trump and people still said they were exactly the same

remember how people made fun of her for saying pepe was a white supremacist meme

remember how she warned us that trump was putin’s puppet, that he was wildly unfit for the presidency, and also he was racist

remember how she won the popular vote by the largest margin basically ever and people still raked her over the coals for running in the first place because she was so unpopular and mired in scandal and should have known better

remember how people are STILL criticizing her as a retired private citizen for not somehow fixing trump’s mess

I remember.

I remember every single day.

I went into my classroom, moved furniture into place and put up my new window clings…

incognito-princess:

So basically I’m ready…

Also I got home before this afternoons storm cluster-fuck… 

I thought of you today as I put together some bulletin boards at my church for “back to Sunday school” in September :oP I remember how once upon a time  thought “making bulletin boards is the BEST THING EVER!!!!” but now I groan and gear up like I’m going into battle (which in a way I am–against bulletin board paper and borders, armed only with a stapler and scissors! RAWR!!!!)

zip-goes-a-million:

August 2018 Rock the mistaken identity AU!

It all started at a masked ball. It was a charity fundraiser. It was supposed to be a fun night with no drama. But where Sybil and Tom went, drama seemed to follow. When Sybil set foot in the grand hall where the ball was being held, she looked around her and saw that the room was bustling with people, all enjoying themselves, drinking, dancing and chatting. It struck Sybil that with so many people in masks, it was difficult to recognise even people she knew well from a distance, and in some cases up close. Once she had figured out who was behind the masks, she knew she would need to remember their disguise and their clothes in order to identify them later in the evening. Her own mask was a distressed gold with black beading on it, to match her extravagant black, textured ball gown. She had been enjoying the evening, tracking down a few friends and keeping herself topped up with cocktails, when she was suddenly spun around by an unmasked man she didn’t know. He said not a word to her, but took her hand and led her to a quiet corner of the room, where he began frantically rambling to her about how he messed up and just needed some more time, much to Sybil’s confusion. Rather than interrupt him, Sybil just slipped off her mask and waited for him to realise. When he realised he was talking to the wrong girl, he just started to ramble even more before Sybil leant forward and kissed him, if for nothing else than to shut him up. From that first awkward meeting, they progressed to coffee, then dinner, than to true dating. It would always be one of their favourite stories about their relationship. How their beginning was simply a case of mistaken identities.