In the bustling town of Royal Woods, the Loud family gathered around the living room television, the glow of the screen casting a pallor over their normally cheerful faces. The news anchor's voice was a somber drone in the background as the words "Trump Re-Elected in Landslide Victory" flashed across the screen.
Lincoln Loud, the middle child of the Loud family, felt a knot tighten in his stomach. This was NOT the future they had hoped for... NOT the future they had fought against.
His parents, Rita and Lynn Sr., exchanged a look of disbelief and concern. The house, which was usually a cacophony of laughter and chaos, had fallen eerily silent. The gravity of the situation sank in as each member of the family contemplated the next four years under a regime that seemed to thrive on division and fear. Lincoln knew they would need to stick together more than ever to navigate the tumultuous waters ahead. But for now, all they could do was watch as the new chapter in American history unfolded before their very eyes, and wonder what fate had in store for them and their country.
The quiet was suddenly pierced by the ringing of Rita's phone. She glanced down to see Lori's name, her eldest daughter who was away at college, and her heart sank even further. She knew Lori had been actively involved in the election campaign, her youthful spirit burning with hope for change. Rita took a deep breath and answered the call, her voice trembling slightly.
"Lori, are you okay?" she asked. On the other end of the line, Lori's voice was thick with tears.
"Mom, I can't believe it," Lori sobbed. "Everything we worked for, everything we believed in... it's all gone."
Rita's eyes filled with empathy as she listened to her daughter's pain, understanding the depth of her fear and disappointment. "Come home, sweetie," she said gently. "We're all here for you." The decision to bring Lori home was unanimous; the family needed to be together in these dark times, to support one another and find strength in their unity.
As the reality of the election results settled in, Lincoln couldn't shake the growing concern for his best friend, Ronnie Anne. Her family, the Casagrandes, are Hispanic, and under Trump's renewed presidency, he knew that mass deportations would likely begin targeting their community. The thought of losing her or seeing her family torn apart was unbearable.
And it's not just Ronnie Anne he's worried about. He also thought about his best friend Clyde McBride and his two dads, Harold and Howard. The Louds had always been a beacon of acceptance and love in the neighborhood, and the McBrides, a same-sex couple, had found a second family within their embrace. Under Trump's renewed presidency, Lincoln knew that the hard-fought battles for LGBTQ+ rights would face a formidable opponent. The white-haired boy feared that the rights to marriage equality, adoption, and protection from discrimination would be swiftly overturned, casting a shadow of uncertainty over Clyde's family. The thought of his friend's dads being stripped of their marriage and the potential for them to be separated from Clyde was a nightmare that will keep Lincoln awake the following nights.
Lynn Jr., the fifth oldest and athletic daughter of the Loud family, could feel the rage coursing through her veins as she stared at the TV, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She couldn't believe that America had chosen to re-elect someone who stood against everything she and her family believed in; equality, justice, and compassion.
With a furious cry, the brunette turned away from the screen and punched the wall, her knuckles white from the impact. The sudden noise made everyone jump, but no one was surprised. Lynn Jr. had always been the most outspoken of the siblings. Her eyes shone with unshed tears as she faced the room, her voice shaking with anger. "How could they do this to us? Are they that stupid?" she demanded. "After everything we've worked for, everything we've been through... Kamala Harris was our hope! She has a better vision for our country... and now it's all gone!" The room was thick with tension as her siblings nodded solemnly, each feeling the sting of the election in their own way.
Luna, the musical and empathetic member of the Loud family, spoke up with a heavy heart, her gaze drifting to the window where the moon cast a silvery glow over the quiet streets of Royal Woods. "A lot of people are going to get hurt because of this," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of the world. "They've just given the MAGA Republican extremists the power to push through Project 2025."
The room grew even quieter as the family absorbed her words. Project 2025 was a set of authoritarian policies that had been whispered about in the months leading up to the election: policies that threatened civil liberties, environmental protections, and the very fabric of democracy itself. The thought of their community, friends, and even themselves facing the brunt of these radical changes was sobering.
"But we can't just sit here and mourn, dudes," Luna continued, a steely resolve replacing her sorrow. "We have to be there for each other, and for everyone who's going to need us. We have to be the change we want to see." Her words resonated with the others, and one by one, they nodded, their expressions changing from despair to a grim determination. They knew that in the face of such a daunting challenge, the only way forward was together, as a united front to combat the rising tide of hate and fear.
The days that followed the election were filled with a mix of sorrow and resilience within the Loud household. Lori arrived home, her eyes red from crying but her spirit not entirely broken... though she had something to show her family what she had been getting on her phone on her way back to Michigan, and it wasn't good.
Rita's hand flew to her mouth in shock as Lori revealed the disturbing messages she had received from some of her male classmates. The phrase "Your body, my choice" was a twisted parody of the pro-choice slogan, aimed at belittling her and her right to autonomy.
Lynn Sr.'s eyes darkened with anger, while Lincoln's fists clenched at his sides. Rita wrapped her arms around Lori, her eyes reflecting a fierce maternal protectiveness. "Those boys are wrong, Lori," she said firmly. "Your body, your choice. No one has the right to say otherwise."
Lori's tears fell onto her mother's shoulder as she nodded, finding comfort in the warmth of her family's support. The Louds knew that the battle for equality was far from over, and now, it had hit closer to home than ever before. They resolved to stand with Lori and all women and girls in the face of such hateful rhetoric, ready to challenge and change the toxic narratives that sought to diminish their worth.
The Loud family begin to discuss the potential impacts of Project 2025 on their lives and the lives of their friends, especially the Casagrandes and the McBrides. Lisa, the young genius of the family, took it upon herself to educate her siblings (the younger Loud sisters) on the importance of civil disobedience and the peaceful protests that could help their voices be heard.
Meanwhile, Luna wrote a powerful song, the melody of which echoed the pain and hope of their community. As she begin playing her electric piano with her family surrounding her, the Louds found solace in their music, their collective voice rising in harmony against the backdrop of uncertainty. Together, they vowed to stand tall and strong, to support one another, and to never let fear silence their beliefs. Their house, once a bastion of childhood chaos, had become a fortress of unity and resistance. And as the moon waxed and waned outside their window, their commitment to each other and to the causes they held dear grew stronger with each passing night, ready to face whatever the next four years would bring.
The End!
A/N* Hey everyone, I haven't been myself for weeks after the election. I can't beleive that the country I'm in and sadly will be stuck in has chosen to throw away our futures over a crook who had committed 34 felonies and has promise to strip away decades of all of our progress. A crook who incited a horrific terrorist attack at the U.S. capitol on Jan. 6th, a crook who has spoken highly of Adolf Hitler, a crook who's gonna allow Putin to take over a European country that doesn't belong to him, a crook who is a felon, a liar and a cheat, has been chosen to run the biggest country on the planet again. And now that the right-wing extremists have gained control of all three branches of government, they will turn America into North Korea 2.0 with Project 2025. The impact of this will be felt globally and it will be in history books for time in memorial. The future is gonna look back on this in absolute disgust and horror. This crook has NO intention of ever leaving the White House, this country knows this but they simply don't care.
A lot of Americans who care about democracy, including myself, are now terrified to death for their lives, their families, their friends, and their children's futures. Women and girls are gonna suffer with no reproductive healthcare, LGBTQ+ people (especially trans people) will be discriminated and prosecuted for being themselves in public, immigrants will be rounded up and thrown in detention camps, the Department of Education will be shut down, and the threats of climate change are gonna be ignored. Regardless of who voted for Trump or not, everyone is gonna suffer.
To say that I'm angry, heartbroken and sick to my stomach, knowing that everything I've planned for my future as an openly queer person is now being flushed down the toilet is an understatement. I was so excited that this country will finally have the first woman president, but instead we're gonna be facing more fascism because it turns out America will always be blind and stupid and will NEVER put their problems with black women behind them. Our founding fathers, as well as the people who came before us and had fought for our rights, are now rolling in their graves, and I hope those who voted for Trump, including the ones who voted third party or just refused to vote, will later feel the pain we're feeling and realize what a huge mistake their selfish choice had caused, but even so I will NEVER EVER forgive them. To hell with all of them, I don't give a fuck how cruel I sound.
But still I will NEVER stop being queer. I will never go back to hiding in the closet just to please those who hate me and want me dead, I'm staying out of the closet, and I'm still not giving up on my beautiful rainbow community, especially the youths who are suffering in the hands of bigotry, because I hurt for them and I was one of them. We mourn today, we continue to fight tommorrow. We still have people and organizations like the ACLU and the Human Rights Campaign fighting for us. I love you all so very much, and thank you guys for reading.