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School of Rock Movie (2003) Original Title

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“ Fired from his band and hard up for cash, guitarist and vocalist Dewey Finn finagles his way into a job as a fourth-grade substitute teacher at a private school, where he secretly begins teaching his students the finer points of rock ‘n’ roll. The school’s hard-nosed principal is rightly suspicious of Finn’s activities. But Finn’s roommate remains in the dark about what he’s doing. ”

Release Date : 2003-10-03
Casts : Miranda Cosgrove, Jack Black, Lucas Papaelias, Angelo Massagli, Sarah Silverman, Kevin Alexander Clark, Lucas Babin, Chris Stack, Veronica Afflerbach, Jordan-Claire Green, Adam Pascal, Maryam Hassan, Mike White, Robert Tsai, Joey Gaydos Jr., Joan Cusack
Duration : 108 minutes runtime
Rating : 6.4

I FIND HATE TO BE A STRONG WORD

AND ALSO NOT STRONG ENOUGH. HE DISGUSTS ME. I GROW TIRED OF TOLERATING HIS AND THAT PATHETIC HUMAN’S SICKENINGLY CUDDLY, ADORABLE, FRAGILE EXISTENCE ON A DAILY BASIS. THEY GIVE EACH OTHER FAR TOO MANY REASONS TO BE EVEN MORE LAZY, WHICH I THOUGHT WAS NO LONGER POSSIBLE. TO CALL THAT HEAP OF LAZYBONES MY OWN BROTHER IS AN INSULT TO EVERYONE WITHIN LISTENING RANGE SINCE THEY HAVE TO THINK OF HIM WHEN THEY SHOULD THINK OF ME INSTEAD. BUT THEY MOSTLY KEEP THEIR FIENDISH FINAGLING TO THEMSELVES SO AT LEAST THERE’S THAT.

the Remoconbomb is the last ‘early-game’ weapon and it’s just the iron lizard

by pinging a deployed bomb (as in, remotely controlling it) (the bomb) you can reverse it’s direction, allowing you to finagle it into hitting enemies hidden behind corners or through narrow passages. in addition, because the weapon hugs the floor you can roll it down hills at enemies out of your firing arc. you could also just physically drop it on them. if you were a savage.

also, you may be wondering: what’s the deal with the naming structure? why are all of 144′s weapons composed of words clumsily mashed together?

the answer is i am occasionally very shortsighted, and often very lazy.

I got to meet @runhardliveloud yesterday!!!! She took on the beastly 25k at one of my favorite races, Tick Ridge Trek, and I was a lazy bum and just volunteered for race set up and finish line timing duties because I’m still too tired/traumatized from the Grand Slam.

So awesome to see you Natalie!! Let’s finagle a race where we come to each other’s home town :)

|| Ford & Rick

@anomaliesxeverywhere

In the midst of Weirdmagedon, Rick seemed to have arrived just after the nick of time. The Pines twins were dead. Stanley was dead. All that was left of Gravity Falls was Bill and Ford, and it had taken a lot of work and finagling to get Ford out of that weird pyramid prison alive.

When it was all said and done, they sat for a breather inside an abandoned house. Bill was still after the pair of them, stalking the streets with his nightmarish gang. Rick was panting, eyes squeezed shut as he listened for any sound of trouble. He couldn’t look at Ford at the moment.

They’d met in his travels a long time back. Rick had just decided out of the blue to drop in. A hunch had made him think this would be a good time. It was far from it. And now here they were, in a decaying home inside an apocalyptic universe where a triangle in a top hat was out to murder them.

Swell.

“Y-you’ve certainly gotten yourself into a mess this time, Ford,” Rick grunted, finally opening his eyes.

Soooo…this shirt was made to test the alterations I made to the raglan sleeve sweatshirt pattern I want to eventually share for Barbie size.  I…um…I had to make further alterations, but I was able to finagle this one into fitting a Liv body.  (Thus the test.)  And then I made the tights and skirt fast and without patterns, with the intent of fairy kei but the reality of “Why, yes, I was in high school between 1988 and 1992″ (which is…close to fairy kei, but with less…uh…whimsy…)

The fabric in the shirt was bought (in the form of a “stained but otherwise in excellent condition” thrift sale shirt) with the intent of using it as a base for the sweatshirts that would have the cutesy fairy kei-ish vintagey iron-ons, buuut, now I’m thinkin’ that shirts made from this (there’re light blue stripes, too) would look just fine without the decals.  Maybe?

See, I don’t do well with ~elaborate decoration~ on clothes–it’s not my natural inclination at all, so I don’t know how to do it.  I’m getting a bit better with the whole “encrusted with lace BUT EVERYTHING’S BLACK” aspect of gothy stuff, and sorta know how to approach lolita-ish prints edged with white or ivory cluny or eyelet lace, but layering the bright pastels and cutecute prints of stuff I would never have worn in high school fairy kei…I’m more than a little bewildered.

So, people who like this stuff–should I put the cutesy decals on solid colors, or would they be OK on stripes like this, and/or would stripes like this with no further decoration be acceptable?  (With “acceptable” meaning “sellable,” natch.)

Oh, and, here’s what’s on her back

It’s from one of the Mattel Clueless dolls.

And thanks again to @pleasantoldmeninpinkshirts for the Ariel noggin!

anonymous asked:

Given that royal imposters could successfully impersonate kings, (a la Perkin Warbeck) did any commoners ever try to impersonate a member of the nobility?

Yep, definitely happened. Pretending to be a down-on-their-luck nobleman was actually a pretty common confidence tricnk back in the day, whether one was looking to get handouts from other aristocrats touched by your hypothetical suffering, or trying to pass off fake “heirlooms” as genuine articles that have to be sold off in a moment of need, or trying to finagle your way to marrying the daughter of a wealthy and socially ambitious bourgeois. 

When you get right down to it, nobility ultimately is just a set of mannerisms and cultural capital attached to a certain costume and appearance. 

OH MY FRICKING GOD

So I’m watching The West Wing and it’s the first lady’s birthday and Donna suddenly becomes a Canadian because a border clarification put her birthplace on the other side of the 49th parallel so she’s locked out of the party.

When she’s let in again with some finagling, she’s one of the three women who go off with Abbey (the first lady) to get drunk. While there, in a moment of mindlessness, she says something very rude that Abbey needed to hear.

Back in the party proper, Donna apologizes but Abbey thanks her and says she has a surprise coming. And then Donna finds out she gets to be an American again because of the INS grandfather clause about 10 seconds before the band strikes up O Canada.

And then the President sweeps in, shouting, “What the hell is going on?! I was only gone for 45 minutes, they were all Americans when I left!”

And then I laughed so much I had an accident.

beriala asked:

Hey! Congrats on 1200+ followers! That's amazing! For the drabble thing, could you do a Samandriel one for me with number 2, please? Thank you darling! You rock! Hugs from me <3

(Thank you, darling!)


It had seemed like such a good idea, climbing to the top of the bookshelf in the library to get what you needed. It had taken some finagling and some movement of books, but you were there. And despite having a great view and the book you needed, it had left you stranded. It was getting late, the library was empty, and here you were stuck on a bookshelf.

Closing your eyes briefly, you prayed, waiting only a moment before looking down and seeing the sweet Angel standing below. He was dressed as he always had been, wide eyes staring up at you, “Y/N? What are you doing up on a bookshelf?”

You shook your head, “It’s a long story. Can you help me get down?” You were trying to figure out a way to lower yourself without completely crashing into the floor, though it was a harrowing idea.

“I can’t understand what you used as leverage. How on Earth did you arrive to that location, Y/N?” He seemed concerned but also fascinated. Your antics always did that to the young Angel.

“Quit asking how I got stuck up here and just catch me!” You were beginning to lower yourself, having dropped the book to the ground, though you were slipping a bit. The best you could hope for was that the Angel took pity on you and let you fall into his arms. You doubted he could actually catch you.

“Of course. Let yourself go.” He smiled widely and you closed your eyes tightly, letting your grip go and falling. It was brief, and a short fall, but you were surprised to find yourself in his arms.

Samandriel was holding you, on his own, a large smile on his face, “Are you feeling safe now? Have I helped?” He carefully lowered you down, hardly noticing the shocked look on your face.

“How…? I didn’t know you were that strong.” You dusted yourself a bit, leaning down and collecting the book, “Yeah… you helped. I feel safe.” Your face flushed as you brushed your hair back.

“Good. That’s all I need to know.”

anonymous asked:

"Would you rather spend one nigh in Vegas with Kendrick or one day in Disneyland with Snow?" - Change the rules!(™Bering&Wells) One is at night and one is during the day, which means the times don't overlap so if you can finagle some travel time (which, honestly, you probably could if you accidentally-on-purpose invited Kendrick to Disney and Snow to Vegas because those two would probs love to hang together even with you third-wheeling) you're golden.

corvusblanche asked:

so i was rereading 0007 and it said that if we die 3 more times, that's game over. would that mean that Streetcrows as a comic just...ends? or something? because if so then boy howdy i sure hope we don't fuk it up again

If you die 3 more times, Narrator will be unable to get a new “game” (timeline/world) and you will be unable to continue…Which would most likely end the comic yes

Though, I must admit that I’m enjoying SC so much I might try to finagle a way to keep going IF you should fuck up that badly, but Narrator and Ori would be unable to go on, so I’m not sure it’d be worth it xD

Tho, those 3 lives are far away, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about yet.

my mom is going out w her sisters today for her birthday I’m trynna finagle myself into attending and having them pay for dinner and drinks at a separate table where I eat by myself

I never thought I’d be in a position to want Agent Carter fix-it fic where 1940 Peggy doesn’t make the most important decision of her life based on what two men think she wants. (Two men we’ve never met before and don’t care about).

Someone give the world fic where baby Peggy saves the princess, where teenage Peggy is full of spit and righteous anger, where Peggy joins up as soon as she’s allowed and codebreaks days and sleeps restlessly at night hoping to do more, where Peggy finagles her way into the SOE as soon as she hears of its existence and doesn’t look back.

Question mark in case people want to share thoughts?

Slashsessed Fanfiction Review

I Don’t Do Families by queenbea

It’s no secret that Connor does not do boyfriends. However, after a little good-intentioned finagling, Oliver convinces him to attend a family function as his plus one, but only as  friends.

This story will really tug at your heartstrings. There were times when I wanted to strangle Connor, but then he’d do something that made it hard to stay mad at him. After the huge steps Connor and Oliver took in the first half of season two, it may seem a little jarring to see them back at this point, but that didn’t make the one shot any less enjoyable. Definitely give this quick read a try!