Snow White And The Huntsman Puns

The woman who is supposedly not as hot as Kristen Stewart (doubt) vs the not quite Mistress-of-all-Evil Fairy Godmother. Which Live-Action depiction of these fairy tale ladies thrashes the other?

Maleficent has her Raven lackey with her.

I just watched those movies and enjoyed them alot more than I thought I would. In particular the queens, who are more concepts than characters but still strangely evocative. I would love to discuss or maybe even get some recommendations!

We have scenes of Snow White and Sara being whipped

And how much do our modern Dwarves of Great Mountain Halls and valiant warriors come from Tolkien vs the old Germanic myths?

Because Disney’s dwarfs seem closer to gnomes than Thorin Oakenshield.

P.S. I know it's only Disney but I'm a sucker for all things Disney. I hope that explains my username.

Arturo Ui, the aging former-mobster-turned-autocrat who ruled what had been Chicago had a decision to make. He wasn't going to live forever, he knew that, and forever was going to come knocking any day now. He would have to pick an heir to the Chicago Boys' throne.

This would be a complicated affair, for if he didn't pick an heir, he ran the risk of being seen as an ineffectual old man with no back up plan, and ousted, much in the way he had taken power some 40 years before. However if he did pick and heir, that was certain to rub some important people up the wrong way.

He had called a meeting for a week's time, to discuss this issue and hopefully pick a successor. But this was not a decision he could make lightly. He thought back to the amount of people, and bodies, rotting in makeshift cells scattered around the cities, they were the lucky ones. Untold more were in shallow graves or the bottom of the lake, many weren't dead when they went into those places. Ui knew he didn't want to end up like all those he put under, and this may well be the make or break moment in the resistible rise of Arturo Ui.

The meeting would happen in the Chicago Board of Trade Offices, one of the biggest buildings left in any kind of fit state, and home of the Chicago Boys' offices. In attendance would be 3 representatives from the Cauliflower Trust; the managing body for Chicago's food supply, Ernesta Roma; Ui's right hand woman and manager of day to day business, Erich Dogsborough; an influential “critic” of the government, with a knack for always *just* staying on the right side of the line, Shah Liselotte Khan; an acclaimed property developer and owner who spearheaded most of the city’s reconstruction and who may well be the richest person in Chicago, and of course Ui himself.

Arutro was never a big meeting person, but had a special friend that helped him through it. Though he hasn’t seen the friend in a while. He goes by many names, Blow, Hoover, Dust, Marching Powder, Coke, and Arturo has heard them all. But it’s hard to come by now, and expensive when it does arrive. He called his personal guard to his room and handed them a sealed envelope to be delivered to his supplier.

TL;DR: I’m looking to find cocaine

So I’ve been a fan of this sub for a while and realized you guys might appreciate my tale - or tales as it were, because like the most kawaii anime figurine or that mightiest of meal choices, the majestic tendy, you can never have just one. I’ve decided to divide it up into seven parts, less for suspense and more to reduce post length.

I have always been a bit of a nerd or geek and had a soft spot for nerdy guys, which, I suppose puts me at more of a risk for encountering m’good sirs. That said, let us embark on this thrilling journey of fedoras, m’ladies, weebs, gatekeeping, nice guys, and, as expected, bountiful beards below the chin. They will all be given names reflective of their most notable characteristics in accordance with the Disney movie.

Baby

Baby was the first ever neckbeard whose path crossed my own. Technically, he had not, at that time, reached the necessary state of maturity to grow his crowing achievement. Like a juvenile lion he sprouted only a rudimentary fuzz that would later grow into a magnificent mane of neck hair - but during my story he simply had wisps of beard hair jutting from his oil-slicked skin amidst a minefield of pustules. We met at technology fair, a competition showcasing the computer and robotics projects of schoolchildren. I had just set up at my station and was loading the very heavy and cumbersome program Maya up to showcase my project when Baby stumbles my way. In a whiny voice crackling with the sheer energy of his pubescent aura he informs me that girlfriends of participants shouldn’t be messing with the computers. I turned around with a puzzled expression, had he mistaken me for someone else?

“I am here competing,” I said, still bewildered.

“No! That’s not possible! Girls can’t do tech fair.”

“Clearly they can because I am and this is my project.”

Baby lets out a chuckle that’s somehow as reedy and piercing as Squidward’s clarinet playing. “Yeah, right... a music video you and your friends edited in Windows Movie Maker isn’t a real project. Girls don’t belong here with real computer geeks.”

I put my hand on my hip in the fashion of a truly sassy and cutting 13-year-old girl and affixed him with a withering glare.

“Yeah, well, neither do idiots and you’re here so...”

Just as Baby was about to retort, a quiver beginning at his fleshy lip trickling down to his additional chin, my teacher reappeared with the forms we needed to fill out for the judges. Baby strode away never to be seen again.