#hiya georgie
Photo
You’ll float too >:3
No kidding, I enjoyed drawing this so much it ended up on a tee-shirt :D
#it pennywise#fanart#movie#stephen king#horror#clown#paperboat#blood#balloon#red#symbolism#hiya georgie
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
watching It and eating my veggie nuggets n yummy fries to relax n be happy:)
#today definitely was a Lot but things are looking so much better#and working on my meds again and such feels good to be able to take care of me!!! ^ - ^#HIYA GEORGIE
0 notes
Note
hiya! i’m OBSESSED with your writing btw..
i was wondering whether i could please request smth with george w x fem reader
was thinking something like george (and fred, because we love a secretly supportive brother) have been writing to their mum about how all round great r is and molly just HAS to meet her
(maybe slight hurt/comfort with r having not so nice parents) reader is invited to spend *pick a holiday* at the burrow… chaotic fluff and motherly doting from molly ensues
tysm if you consider this xx
a/n: THANK YOU for choosing to be obsessed with my silly little pieces! also, this request is so wholesome! was a real cozy moment to write this.
pairing: george weasley x fem!reader
warnings: none.
pretty good idea
14.10.23
“Do you really think this is a good idea, Georgie?” you say as you shift your weight from one foot to another.
George almost melts at the nickname. He most definitely melts at the thought of you caring so much about him, to be nervous about just meeting his family.
He places a reassuring hand on you shoulder, and lets in travel down to taka your hand in his. Squeezing it tightly, he says, “They will absolutely love you.”
Standing just outside the Burrow, he looks at you with a soft smile.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
He exhales lightly. “I’m just enjoying this moment when I still get to have you all for myself. It will all change in just a sec.”
“It will…” you mumble, not fully managing to shake of the nervous feeling harbouring in your chest.
The worrying wrinkle between your brows is back. “Actually, maybe I should just go–”
The door to the Burrow slams open, revealing a cheery, round-faced woman.
“There you are!” Mrs. Weasley almost yells. She pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tight. “I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you! George has mentioned you in every letter – every letter – he’s written to me. I thought, if (y/n) is so amazing, I simply have to meet her!”
She continues her chattering as she pulls you inside. Inside is bubbling with activity and chatter and light and laughter. It’s overwhelming at first, your own family always keeping a respectful distance and somewhat cold aura. But this warmth, this obvious love, welcomes you and pulls you in.
“Hey, (y/n)!” Fred approaches you, reaching his hand up for a high-five.
You hesitantly comply, saying, “Hi Fred.”
He smiles lightly. “I see you survived mum.”
You smile, still feeling the warmth and welcoming aura of Molly Weasley. “She’s really sweet.”
He snorts, saying in a sarcastic tone. “Yeah, yeah. Just you wait til she starts knitting you socks for Christmas!”
You can’t help but smile at the thought. “They would be my most loved socks of all.”
—
After dinner, you end up in the small living room. Ginny and Fred are busy playing a cardgame. Mr and Mrs Weasley make low conversation in the kitchen, the radio buzzing with some cheesy song about “Love is a strange kind of magic…”
George pulls you closer, almost pulling you into his lap. Sitting in the worn-out couch, you can feel his breath on your ear. He’s warm and wonderful, his knitted sweater slightly scratching on you exposed neck. You relax into him, smiling contentedly.
“I told you they would love you. Just like I do.” George cuddles his freckled nose into your ear. It tickles ever so slightly.
You hum. “I love you too.”
Fred throws a candy wrapper across the room, hitting George in the back of the head. “Stop being gross!”
“You’re just jealous, since you don’t have the balls to ask out Angelina!”
Fred’s ears turn red, starting to match his hair. “Shut up, I’m working on it.”
“Oh, yeah? Work a little harder then!” George bites back.
He turns his attention to you, softening instantly. Pulling ha loose strand of hair and toying with it between his fingers, he almost whispers, “You still think it was a bad idea?”
You lean into him. “Hmm. No. Pretty good idea, actually.”
“Yeah. Pretty good.”
#george weasley x reader#george weasley#george weasley imagine#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#weasley twins#harry potter#george weasley fanfic#ivoryblurbs
363 notes
·
View notes
Photo
"Hiya, Georgie! Aren't you gonna say hello? Ohhh. Come on, bucko. Don't you want a... balloon?" | "I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers. My dad said so." | "Very wise of your dad, Georgie. Very wise indeed... I, Georgie, am Pennywise the Dancing Clown! You are Georgie! So, now we know each other! Correct?" | "I guess so. I gotta go." | "Go, without this?" | "My boat!" | "Exactly! Go on, kiddo... Take it. Ohhh... You want it, don't you, Georgie? Oh, of course you do... and there's cotton candy, and rides, and all sorts of surprises down here... and balloons too... All colors." | "Do they float? " |Oh, yes... They float, Georgie... They float... and when you're down here with me... YOU FLOAT TOO!"
It (1990)
#It#horroredit#userhorroredits#dailyhorrorfilms#classichorrorfilms#classichorrorblog#userbrittany#horrorfilmgifs#horrorgifs#horrorfilms#horrormovies#moviegifs#filmgifs#filmedit#filmdaily#tvandfilmdaily#dailytvfilmgifs#cinemapix#doyouevenfilm#fyeahmovies#dailyflicks#moviehub#filmcentral#junkfooddaily#gif#mine#made by me#photoset#gifs#gifset
529 notes
·
View notes
Text
Price: *walks by an open drain grate*
Soap, popping out: Hiya, Georgie!
Price: *screams, flinging his phone at Soap which nails him in the face before he falls to the ground*
Soap: *drops back into the drain groaning in pain*
Ghost: What the- Gaz! Please tell me you got that on camera!
Gaz: I did!
Ghost: Send it to me! I'm going to hold this over their heads until I die
#call of duty#cod mwii#modern warfare ii#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#incorrect quotes#inspired by tiktok
340 notes
·
View notes
Note
maybe george literally rambling all about his research passionately to reader then all the sudden reader blurts out smthing like "GOD PLEASE KISS ME!" or like that and then they just both get flustered in the end they kiss?? thank uu :D
studies of the heart and mind - george karim x reader
a/n: this is so terrible and the title is misleading and its so short😭 deepest condolences and apologies from yours truly - hope it's somewhat like u wanted anon
warnings: ooc george, unedited
The morning was bright and beautiful, a blessing in good ol’ London, and George was sitting on his bed, reading about something that wasn’t the Problem. Did this concern you? Not really. Did this mean you were going to drop it? Not even slightly.
“Hiya, Georgie.” You leaned on his door frame, “Whatcha doin’?” He raised an eyebrow at you, completely unimpressed, and nodded at his book, before going back to his reading.
“I’m clearly crocheting a sweater for myself right now.” He grumbled from behind the thick, hardcover novel he had his nose stuck in. An affronted huff left you.
“Well geez, okay, what’s got your knickers all bunched up?” This time his eyes didn’t even leave the book, only sharpening below his bunched up eyebrows.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He spit and then promptly dropped his peeved expression to a calm and neutral one, his eyes trained only on the book.
“George."
“Y/n.”
"Georgeeeee."
"Fine, bloody hell." He patted the spot on the bed beside him. He grinned toothily when your expression still remained confused. “You wanted to know what I'm reading about? Sit down, I’ll explain it to you.” Ah okay, that made sense. You sat yourself down next to him and startled somewhat at the arm he immediately slung around your shoulder, tucking you into his side.
“Okay so, this book I was reading, it's about love, right?” He looked at you, you nodded at him. “So the part that feels love, despite the stereotypes and anecdotes, is somewhat obviously the brain. The heart’s for pumping blood, the brains for thinking and feeling. The limbic system, in the brain, it controls our behavioural and emotional responses, so many people consider it the main control system of love and see, some say love is also based around trust and belief and pleasure, but others say it’s based around passion, commitment and intimacy. So…” His voice faded out into the background, your heartbeat reverberating in your ears. Did he know? Was he just teasing you with this? Surely not, he wouldn’t, not just because he was oblivious as hell, but also because he’d not be nearly as comfortable clinging to you like he was now if he knew. “And I was looking for all that stuff to do with the-”
“George.”
“Yes? Oh, I was rambling, I’m so sorry, I-”
“Kiss me?”
“Oh.” The tips of his ears were bright red and burning.
“I-That is, uh, only if you want to, because I wouldn’t want to like…make anything awkward.”
“No, no it’s okay. I-uh-I would love to kiss you.”
And then he did.
His lips were soft and warm on yours, and you were coming undone under his touch. His glasses hit the bridge of your nose and you pulled away briefly to breathe a laugh, before he once again captured your lips. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you onto his lap, deepening the kiss. Then you both pulled apart, unable to breathe. He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder and you smiled fondly.
"Why were you reading about love, George?"
His grumbled response of "Shut up." sent you giggling and he burrowed his face further into your shoulder.
#george karim x reader#george cubbins x reader#george karim#george cubbins#lockwood and co#lockwood and co x reader#george cubbins imagine#mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨
355 notes
·
View notes
Text
HIYA, GEORGIE!
127 notes
·
View notes
Text
hiya georgie
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hiya Georgie :)
Instagram.com/dahlianicole_
#it#my face#me#cosplay#pennywise#it chapter one#it chapter 2#Pennywise cosplay#black cosplayer#horror#horror cosplay
27 notes
·
View notes
Note
"But Roy Kent always remains" Step dad Simon, there is no reason you would say that to the man and not know the impact that could have. I love it so much
Hiya, nonny!
In fairness, I don’t think it’s beyond the realm of possibility that Simon’s just being affable: if someone showed up at my house and saw a poster of themselves that my partner had put up, I might well say something along the lines of “oh yeah, she’s had that poster forever” without making a big deal out of it, because ignoring the elephant in the room would be weird and I’d assume that the person in question would be happy to hear it – but on the off chance they were not, I’d like to keep it casual and move on.
That said, I believe that Simon, through Georgie, knows quite a bit about Jamie’s thoughts and feelings on both Roy and Keeley these days. And Simon is a sweet guy. If he thought this would embarrass Jamie or cause any friction between him and Roy (and Keeley), he would have kept them away from the room. (And good call on Simon’s part, because Jamie is completely unbothered by them being in the room where they cannot have failed to spot the posters – which tracks both with his personality and with the fact that he hasn’t exactly kept this a secret. He told Roy about the poster back in 1x04 when they still hated each other, even if he didn’t make it clear that he still had it up in his childhood room, and he had the same picture of Keeley in his locker when they were dating.)
So, I’m not sure what sort of reaction Simon was potentially hoping to produce, but I feel confident that he was confident that neither Jamie nor Roy (nor Keeley) would be bothered by this grand reveal – and that makes me very curious about what exactly he’s heard about the three of them from Georgie (or potentially Jamie himself).
#i adore simon okay#the way he's gone a little rogue on paul hollywood's recipe#that's my man!#so unbothered about jamie and georgie being super close#THE WAY HE SAYS LABORATORY#everything about him is the best#roy & jamie#the & in my roy & jamie tag does not mean i don't see romantic potential there#it's just that their relationship is so much more and i want to use the same tag for all aspects of it#3x11#georgie tartt
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader
Chapter 7
"Looking good." Scott remarked, watching Y/N walk in. She had been working there for a few weeks and Scott had been nothing but "helpful". He was nice when he wanted to be, but he could also be overbearing. Her job wasn't too hard and paid a decent amount for a woman in the 1960s. They had gotten a new package of records that afternoon and Scott asked her to open it with him. Inside were the latest records of Elvis Presley, Ray Charles, and Dean Martin. Scott went on an entire spiel about the music that Y/N tuned out. It didn't interest her as much as it used to since now she was surrounded by it. Finally, after what felt like forever, Scott let her get back to work. The bell on the door rang as two familiar men walked in. Scott was busy looking at his new records and he yelled at Y/N to work the desk. Rolling her eyes, she went out to see who had come in.
"Hiya, Y/N!" George sang with Paul at his side. The two had the new Elvis record in their hands.
"Hey there Georgie!" She smirked, coming out from behind the counter. George gave a slight eye roll and elbowed Paul in the ribs.
"OH-er, hello luv..." Paul quickly said. He looked distracted.
"The new records are here!" George smiled. He was a ray of sunshine in the gloom of the store.
"I know...I was the one who had to make sure they were in our system." Y/N laughed. George walked over to the counter ready to pay. Y/N looked expectantly to Paul who seemed to not be paying attention to either of them. She shrugged and went to let George pay for his items. Scott came out from the back, wiping the sweat off his head.
"Well, if it isn't the Beatle Brothers." Scott snickered to himself, to the confusion of George.
"Have we met?" George asked, looking at Y/N. Scott laughed and walked up to a much shorter George. He patted him on the back, making George tense up.
"I'm Y/N's boss technically." He explained, "It's just me and her all day together." Scott winked at Y/N. She rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day. George wiggled away from Scott, uncomfortably. Paul was glaring at him from a far.
"How...brilliant." George added, pretending to be interested in his record. Scott shrugged and walked back behind the counter. Paul finally came over to pay for his things. Him and George spilt the bill.
"Why don't you introduce me, Y/N." Scott suggested, gesturing to Paul and George.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Paul hissed as Scott frowned.
"That's Paul." Y/N mumbled, "And that's George."
"My name's Scott, pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand for a shake. Paul reluctantly took it, but George turned around to leave. "Wonder what his deal is."
"I don't know, maybe it's you." Paul muttered as he followed George. Once the two left, Y/N glared at Scott.
"What in the world did you do?" She snapped at him.
"I was just stating facts." Scott remarked.
"You were implying that we were in some sort of relationship!" Y/N yelled. Scott raised his eyebrow.
"I guess you picked up on the hints then..." He muttered to himself. She sighed.
"I've gone out with them." She replied. His eyes grew with shock.
"Oh, you're dating? Well, this is awkward." Scott made a nervous smile. "I didn't mean to flirt in front of your boyfriend...s."
"It's complicated...I'm not interested in you and I would appreciate if you treat me normally." Y/N pleaded. Scott nodded.
"Of course, friends?" Scott asked.
"Friends." She replied, "If I find anybody, I can try and maybe set you up." Y/N heard a new customer come in.
"I'd like that." Scott smirked before someone pulled him away for assistance. Y/N wondered why he had been so quick to become friendly. Maybe he was doing it for appearances. She was going to have to learn more about him at some point. He had something to hide. On the other hand, Paul seamed distracted by something. Maybe George would be able to tell her what was going on with him. After her shift, she went out to where the Beatles would be performing that night. George was sitting at a table watching Ringo do a drum solo. Y/N walked over to him.
"Hey George." She waved and sat next to him.
"Oh, hiya, Y/N. I didn't expect you to be here." He exclaimed.
"I just wanted to ask about Paul earlier--"
"He's been a rough patch lately." George began, "He's getting bored of the music we've written and he's been trying to come up with the perfect song!" The perfect song? What music would they release in the next year? One of those had to be what he was trying to come up with now. Maybe "Love Me Do" was what he would come up with.
"Oh...do you think he has an idea of what he wants?" She asked as George shrugged.
"It could be anything. I know he's been thinking of a love sort of song or something." George continued. It had to be "Love Me Do" right? It didn't matter, but it was interesting to know the next era of the Beatles was near. She was going to be there the whole time, at least for awhile. If she had arrived in 1961 and approaching 1962, then she still had at least seven years still in the past. She missed her family, her friends, and everything about the modern world. The only thing that made her happy were the joyful Beatles and maybe even Scott. Things were slow, but she didn't know how quickly it all could come crashing down on her.
"When are you guys playing next?" She asked.
"Three days from now and at the same place." George responded.
"Great, thanks! I'm going to bring a friend." Y/N said with glee. George smiled.
"We get to meet your friend for the first time, huh?" George asked a glimmer of curiosity in his eye.
"I'm afraid you already met him." Y/N smirked. George's face dropped immediately. Y/N could practically feel his unhappiness. "Don't worry. We had a chat."
"I'll take your word for it." George sighed. "If he treats you like he did I'll--"
"George...I can handle myself. Also, no offense, but he would crush you." Y/N laughed at the thought. He frowned, but he couldn't hold in his bubbling laugh.
"What are you talking about! I'm the strongest man you've ever met!" George joked as they continued to laugh.
"Maybe the strongest boy." Y/N retorted. The two giggled and giggled until Ringo stopped his drumming to yell at the two of them.
"Really Georgie! In the middle of my performance!?" Ringo yelled.
"When would I not?" George laughed at him. Ringo rolled his eyes with a smile. Gosh, were the Beatles interesting.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sorry for the uneventful chapter. I needed a Segway into the next part of the story. I'm pretty sure the next chapter will also be like this because we'll be skipping like a year here soon, so we can get to the next long stretch. So, anyways here is the chapter yay!!!!
#paul mccartney#paul mccartney x reader#george harrison#george harrison x reader#john lennon#john lennon x reader#ringo starkey#ringo starkey x reader#ringo starr#ringo starr x reader#the beatles#beatles fic#fanfic#beatles fanfiction#beatles fandom#time travel#cross posted on ao3#wattpad
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
hiya Georgie! 🤡
beware the ho'ok, monster. 👀
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Hiya, Georgie. What a nice boat. Do you want it back?"
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Ooh, I shiver with fear!"
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but nothing will ever kill me.”
"He's as clumsy as he is stupid."
"Life's full of tough choices, isnt it?"
"Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and... how quaint. Even the rabble."
"Hiya, Georgie!"
"The only reason you're still alive is that I find your stupidity... mildly amusing."
"Now I call on my Army of the Dead; the Cauldron-born! Arise, my messengers of death! Our time has arrived!"
"For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller~ "
"I'll get you, my pretty. And your little dog, too!"
Pleaseeee, let me know if theirs someone else you would prefer to pick!! ^^There are so many many choices
14 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hiya babe, it's me again lmao. I was thinking if you could you write something for our comedic king aka george luz aka my smol boyfriend? Maybe one where he loves the reader but thinks she could never love him back cuz he's a lil insecure? 🥺Like he sees how close she is to dick or ron and he's like 'yeah, she probably likes them, they're better than me' but the reader is like 'i only have eyes for you'? Sorry for the essay but it's literally the dream I had last night and ever since then I couldn't get it out of my head 😭🥺 totally okay if you won't write it!!❤️
Only Eyes For You
He tried not to think about it, he really did, but that was kind of hard to do when it was right there in his face all the time. It was actually extremely difficult when you were always there with Speirs and Winters, laughing and joking and beaming at them with your bright, beautiful smile.
And the thing was he couldn't even blame you and he wasn't even surprised. You were an officer and so were they, and you had every right to enjoy their company. The problem was he just wished you enjoyed his company more. He was always trying to make you laugh and smile that dimpled smile you had with his ridiculous impressions and jokes. And it worked too most of the time, so why was it that you never seemed to look at him the way you were gazing up at Major Winters right that minute?
George threw his half smoked cigarette onto the dirty gravel road and stubbed it out roughly under his boot. He glanced back at you and Winters again before turning away, his shoulders hunching in. Who was he kidding anyway, thinking a girl like you would even look twice at a joker like him. What did he even have to offer that Winters or Speirs couldn't offer you ten times over?
"Hey Georgie, where you headed?"
He sighed heavily before plastering a smile on his face and turning to greet you as you trotted up beside him. You were sporting your signature cheery smile, and damn if it didn't send a pang through his heart.
"Oh just heading for an evening stroll," George quipped, trying to keep his tone light. But you knew him and all of his quirks, and you could tell there was something off about his usually bright demeanour.
"Everything alright Georgie? You seem a little off," you asked, your brows furrowing with worry. He shrugged you off and flashed you a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes like it usually did.
"Course I'm alright," he replied, "I'm talking to you aren't I?"
You rolled your eyes fondly at him, but you weren't about to drop it just because he'd tried to distract you with his usual charms. "Cmon Georgie be serious for a minute," you implored, "I can tell there's something wrong and I'm not about to drop it so you might as well just spill the beans."
He stopped in his tracks and scuffed the rough ground with his boots, refusing to meet your earnest gaze. "It's silly really," he sighed, shaking his head, "and it doesn't even really matter anyway."
"You know you can tell me anything," you assured, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"Well I..." he started, "I just..." I stopped himself before huffing and shaking his head irritably, "is there something going on with you and Winters? Or you and Speirs?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" You sputtered, your cheeks blazing red, "Why would you think that?"
"Well you're always laughing with them and smiling that smile at them and I dunno I guess I just thought you had feelings for one of them."
"Oh Georgie," you sighed in fond exasperation, "how can you be so oblivious?"
"Wow OK," he grumbled, "I know sometimes I can be a bit dense but there's no need to rub it in."
"Dick and I are just friends, as are Ron and I," you said gently, stepping closer to him and looking into his eyes earnestly, "how could you not know you're the only one I have eyes for."
"What?" He stuttered in disbelief, "but they're....they're officers and they're..."
"Oh none of that matters to me," you sighed, reaching for his hand and squeezing it gently, "nobody makes me smile like you do, or laugh the way you do. You're the only one I want."
"Oh," he says simply, before a grin rose on his face and he pulled you closer, his hands on your waist. Before you could say anything he pressed his lips against yours firmly, and you couldn't contain your excited giggle.
Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @geniedocroe @generousdreamlanddestiny @sunsetmando @cagzzz107 @stolemyspoons @alejodi0nysus @sunflowerchuck @now-im-a-belieber @delreyleclerc @50svibes @eugene-emt-roe @pennyllane @televisionboy @sparkystark @ask-you-what-sir @parajumpboots @mads-weasley @tetragonia
#band of brothers#bob#band of brothers fandom#hbo band of brothers#holdingforgeneralhugs#george luz x reader#george luz#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers imagine
73 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Hiya, Georgie! What a nice boat. Do you want her back?”
3 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
kadistcollections
Kadist Collections
rangerboys
ranger boys
ranfren
new randal's friends
peachvoid
🐶🌟
keelywolfe
Keelywolfe