I can’t believe I wrote a Shrek is Love reference into my fic *hides in shame*
Gendry turns at the voice—it’s Arya, he knows it’s her immediately—and the moment he’s turned around he can see why she sounds angry.
“Four people already came up to me to congratulate us on our couple costume,” Arya fumes. “We are not a couple!”
Gendry smiles hesitantly. “I don’t see what the big deal is,” he tries. “We can just hang out on other sides of the party.”
Arya’s scowl deepens at that, but Gendry can see she’s not really mad. “Who the hell comes dressed as Shrek for Halloween?” she demands.
Gendry looks down at his costume. He’s actually sort of proud of it. The green paint is itchy on his skin, but the fake ears look good and so do the clothes Mya helped him pull together.
“It’s a good movie,” he protests. “The first one is really good, especially if you’re in the mood for a satire…”
Arya laughs disbelievingly. She’s dressed as Fiona—ogre Fiona, with green body paint nearly the same shade as Gendry’s. “Yeah, but to deal with the Shrek is love, Shrek is life references—”
At Gendry’s blank look, Arya actually stops laughing. “Wait. You haven’t seen it?”
“…No?” Gendry says, confused. “I mean, Hot Pie yelled ‘Shrek is Love!’ from across the room at me, but I think that means he likes the costume.”
Arya grins at Gendry, and roots around in her pocket for her phone. “Okay, you have to watch this. Now.” There’s something evil in her smile, but then she’s leaning closer to him and Gendry forgets why he should be running in the opposite direction.
“Arya,” he starts, “we’re in the middle of a party. Can’t I watch it later?”
“No,” Arya tells him. “Because if you watch this, I’ll hang out with you for the rest of the night. And you can get me breakfast in the morning.”
Gendry’s face heats, and suddenly, he’s glad for the face paint.
Wesley’s Theory: “Look both ways before you cross my mind”
For Free? (Interlude): “Oh America, you bad b*tch, I the picked cotton that made you rich, now my d*ck ain’t free”
“I swore I wouldn’t tell, but most of y’all share bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell”
Institutionalized: “Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges. Be all you can be, true, but the problem is, a dream’s only a dream if work don’t follow it”
These Walls: “Interior pink, color coordinated. I interrogated every nook and cranny, I mean its still amazing before they couldn’t stand me. These walls want to cry tears. These walls happier when I’m here. These walls never could hold up, everytime I come around demolition might crush”
u: “Lovin’ you, lovin’ you, not lovin’ you, one hundred proof. I can feel you vibin’, recognize that your ashamed of me. Yes I hate you too”
Alright: “What you want, a house or a car, 40 acres and a mule, a piano a guitar, anything, see my name is Lucy, I’m your dog. Motherf*cker you can live at the mall”
For Sale? (Interlude): “You said to me, you said your name was Lucy. I said where’s Ricardo? You said oh no, not the show
Momma: “Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaque, but what’s better than that? The fact it brought me back home”
Hood Politics: “The streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it’s a new gang in town, from Compton to Congress, it’s set trippin’ all around. Ain’t nothin’ new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans. Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin’? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs. Make it they promise to f*ck with you. No condom they f*ck with you, Obama say, “What it do?”
How Much A Dollar Really Costs: “He looked at me and said, "Your potential is bittersweet" I looked at him and said, "Every nickel is mines to keep" He looked at me and said, "Know the truth, it’ll set you free. You’re lookin’ at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power, the choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit, the nerve of Nazareth, and I’ll tell you just how much a dollar cost: The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss, I am God”
Complexion (A Zulu Love): “Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin’ sun, give a f*ck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done”
The Blacker The Berry: “So don’t matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers, or tell Georgia State “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”, or try to celebrate February like it’s my B-Day, or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays, or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements, or watch BET cause urban support is important. So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street? When gang banging make me kill a n*gga blacker than me? Hypocrite!
You Ain’t Gotta Lie (Momma Said): “Jealousy (complex), emotional (complex), self-pity (complex), under oath (complex), the loudest one in the room, n*gga, that’s a complex. Let me put it back in proper context: You ain’t gotta lie to kick it my n*gga”
i: “I done been through a whole lot, trial, tribulations, but I know God. The devil wanna put me in a bow-tie, praying that the holy water don’t go dry, yeah yeah”
Mortal Man: “How many leaders you said you needed then left ‘em for dead? Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin. Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it’s Michael Jackson, oh, when sh*t hit the fan, is you still a fan?”
me watching steven endorse and campaign for mayor dewey out of loyalty alone and not even considering nanafua as a legitimate candidate: wow when are white men going to stop silencing the voices of women in color in politics
Do people not realize that Harry literally ripped the message of that article TO SHREDS this past week???
He LOVES our rainbows, he SUPPORTS our rainbows, he KNOWS WHY we bring our rainbows.
I ask how you can stand by the message of that article at all, of course, but I PARTICULARLY ask how you can continue to defend it after watching Harry Styles explicitly endorse all of the rainbows we bring this past week.
How are we celebrating? With the stories of Americans across the country whose lives have been changed by health care reform. Check out this letter from Katherine Jurczyk in Rhode Island about how the ACA helped her start her career after graduating from college:
The President The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. NW Washington, DC 20500
March 15, 2016
Dear President Obama,
Next week, the Affordable Care Act will be six years old, and in a way, so will I. I’ll be six years removed from college, six years into the beginning of adult life and career, and six years indebted to you for making it all possible.
How vividly I remember that warm spring day in 2010, only a few weeks before my graduation from American University! The sun was shining, and my face hurt from smiling – it was like a dream. Suddenly, incredibly, I could look ahead to commencement in May with a giant weight lifted from my shoulders. I could begin my job search with the security of knowing I could continue healthcare coverage on my parents’ plan for a few more years.
I graduated. Absent the pressure to immediately find a job with benefits, I secured an internship that didn’t offer healthcare, but allowed me to pay my bills and gain experience. I worked hard, and that internship soon led to a full-time position with benefits in a field that I adore. ACA made it all possible.
Meanwhile, my now-fiancée was attending community college. In 2011, he decided to enroll in a new program in Energy Utility Technology – a program that, incidentally, was created and funded by a Recovery Act grant from the Department of Energy. After graduation he was hired as a technician by our local utility company – a job he absolutely loves, but never would have had the opportunity to pursue if not for the Recovery Act.
When I look back on it all, I’m truly amazed: two of the defining policy achievements of your presidency have directly impacted our lives and our careers in a way that I never could have imagined when, as a student at American, I watched Senator Ted Kennedy endorse you in 2008. Then, I was inspired. Now? I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
Our jobs, our little house, our upcoming wedding this June – everything we have in life, everything we’ve been able to work towards, and to afford – we have because you set us up to succeed in a way no one else could have done. I strongly feel that my personal milestones bear the stamp of the country’s progress over these past eight years, and I will never take for granted what you’ve done for us.
With sincere thanks and great hope for the future,
I’m the biggest hypocrite in 2015
When I finish this if you listenin’ sure you will agree
This plot is bigger than me, it’s generational hatred
It’s genocicm, it’s grimy, little justification
I’m African-American, I’m African
I’m black as the heart of a fuckin’ Aryan
I’m black as the name of Tyrone and Darius
Excuse my French but fuck you, fuck ya’ll
That’s as blunt as it gets
I know you hate me, don’t you?
You hate my people, I can tell because it’s threats when I see you
I can tell because your ways deceitful
Know I can tell because you’re in love with the Desert Eagle
Thinkin’ maliciously, he get a chain then you gone bleed him
It’s funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war
Two tribal armies that want to build and destroy
Remind me of these Compton cip gangs that live next door
Beefin’ with Piru’s, only death settle the score
So don’t matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers
Or tell Georgia State “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”
Or try to celebrate February like it’s my B-Day
Or eat watermelon, chicken and Kool-Aid on weekdays
Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements
Or watch BET cause urban support is important
So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street?
When gang banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?
There are some ships that never take off
Ships that sink straight away
Ships that just float around for a while before getting lost at sea
Ships that sail themselves, driving you crazy for a while before you jump aboard the next one
And then there are ships that are so fucking explosive that you just sit there going ‘Yep. This is the one that’s finally going to kill me’