#georgew

[demonstars]

SAKURA MIKU BEST MIKU

[thephantomcasebook]

Hi I am just curious that where did you find Georgew has the first edition of a knight of seven kingdoms saying Jaehaera was the mother of Daena? Cuz I have it too and it was published in 2015 I did not find the source quote saying Jaehaera being mother of Daena. Back in 2014 when twoiaf was published first. Daenaera was already stated mother of Aegon's children. And even in earlier interview of Georege (found on asoiaf org), his earliest setting was Aegon having a Velaryon as hand during the regency. Later he married his daughter. That was when there's even no Daenaera created period. So I am just curious about your source material

It's the 2019 "A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms" hardcover Illustrated edition.

Really?

Huh ...

I wonder if mine is a misprint.

I bought it at the "Barnes & Noble" in Fort Worth several years back, the day before the series finale of "Game of Thrones" as a sort of a item to mark the occasion.

Well, either way, one of us is wrong - probably me.

[sai-lec]

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO GEORGEWE

[rainbowgod666]

Ok fr once I get to Emperor Of Mankind-ing humanity i NEED to do something about girls. They have to do 16th century alchemy for their vagearna georgew bush, if you get isekaied into BG3 you need a Restoration Spell just to have to piss in the woods standing up. And lets not talk about the fact that some girls have ZERO booba, while some have So Much Booba it actively hurts them. And this is skipping the Genetic Equivalent Of A Prank Gone Wrong Video Known As SCP-6969 Periods

I get that eugenics is stupid. But CRISPR is a thing. We could be making so much cool shit if

The americans pull their head out of their ass

The chinese stop erasing everything (INCLUDING THEIR OWN CULTURE) in the name of The Chinese Communist Party

The russians get putin off the fucking office

The middle east is given a chance to exist OUTSIDE of American Imperialism

Free palestine/congo/and so many thers i dont rember

We make turkey stop bombarding the Kurds

And way more geopolitica bullshit that WOULDNT HAVE EXISTED if Serbia didnt have a reason to kill the archduke.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine George Weasley thinking your pajamas are cute.

You had been invited to attend the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys, given that you were good friends with the family. Your mother was Molly’s best friend, so in the way that things sometimes went, your father became Arthur’s best friend, and you got to know the whole family of boys. Bill, Charlie and Percy looked out for you during your first year, just as they had with the twins at the same time, really making you feel like you were family.

You shared a room with Hermione and Ginny, coming back all excited after the game, changing into your pajamas - yours being the more outrageous of the three. Ginny’s were hand-me-downs from her brothers but they were cozy so she didn’t care that much. Hermione, of course, was sensible and matching and warm. But you? Maybe you spent too much time with the twins and had that fun streak in you because you had gone for a total full-body Shark onesie.

Fin included. Tail included. Totally soft. Hood up so that there were felt teeth around your face, chasing everybody around while feeling a bit dizzy on butterbeer and pumpkin juice.

The fun didn’t last long. So much started to go on. The dark mark floating in the sky. Death eaters. Had to escape. Running around in this thing wasn’t actually as easy as it looked. You nearly flopped over a couple of times but Fred and George had both looped an arm under you and taken you out of there. Once you were in the forest, waiting for Arthur to come along with the portkey or to take a statement of what had happened, you leaned against George.

“They’re lucky we’re on land,” You said, pulling out your best Gilderoy Lockhart impersonation. “-if we were in water, they would be no match for me.”

That helped to lift George’s fears a little big. Just enough for him to poke you in the side. “Cute,” He muttered.

“Me or the pajamas?” You questioned.

“Oh, only the pajamas,” He teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re just the chum the shark ate.”

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[hvmantrxsh]

????

[river-leejo]

★ -> Georgie

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

@weorgegeasel

[blondesforreagan]

George and Laura Bush

[milktea-grn]

we’ve waited for this moment for years ITS BEEN A JOURNEY

[f1-omorashi-watersports]

20 Minute Writing Challenge

thought i’d try my hand at a 20 minute writing challenge! tw for dub-con (not my usual thing,I promise! this was just for a change) blackmail,humiliation. George/Max Max grinned a predatory smirk, as he watched the Mercedes pull up behind him to take P2,tapping on the dashboard as he shot Hamilton a wave for good measure, Red Bull were finally gaining ground,showing their superiority over Mercedes for another week running.

It was time to strike them when they were down, finally plant a seed in Mercedes like they'd done many years ago, You've got to make them really hurt, Christian had told him. And Max couldn't help but admit that Christian’s schemes always tended to bare fruit...

Like his most recent one....to strike a link inside Mercedes,without going near Mercedes at all. Toto Wolff was truly going to look like a Ferrari circus clown after practically parading their next British saviour around in front of the entire media....

George clapped his trainer on the back stiffly as he climbed out of the car  hissing as the pressure in his bladder seemed to only grow worse on solid ground, but that was ok.  It was just a burn you felt after races, he'd seen multiple drivers rush off after a race,had done so himself multiple times. It would be as simple as crossing the distance to the restroom.

He walked stiffly across the Paddock, hands fidgeting nervously as he sighed in relief, he'd actually make it out completely dry this time. His Driver's Room.

He let his hands fall from his side, finally grinning. Everything was going all right for him. He felt his muscles relaxing slightly,closing his eyes and putting a hand on the door.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person, George. "

George froze, the wind knocked out his sails as he fall back against the wall,his bladder throbbing,aching for release. But it would have to wait. Because sitting right there on his couch,was none other than Max Verstappen.

"Bloody hell-mate you scored the daylights out of me." He muttered anxiously, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as his bladder begged him to just hold himself.

Max, didn't even look amused. Simply drumming a hand along his thigh as he looked the other up and down.

"Oh fuck did I? Sorry I thought Lando might have mentioned I was stopping by..." He muttered,   a rough edge to his voice. "It doesn't matter anyway, I'm here and your here. "

Max studied the others face for any sign of a reaction,the poor thing was so obvious,the hand just above his crotch, the sweat burrowing on his brow. His little shifts that he thought Max couldn't see,like he wasn't 6'4. He almost looked cute like this,in a way.

"So....can I help you with anything mate...." George said with a gulp,feeling the dutchman's gaze studying him.

"Yeah you actually can mate,you must be bursting for a piss right? After a race and all,it gets like that." Max started to comment,watch the other go bright red and start to splutter.

"Mate what the actual fuck are you on about-thats not a thing you say to people - that's weird mate..." George ranted, starting to squirm as his speaking speaking even quicker, facing the bathroom.

"But if you could excuse me-Your not wrong, just give me a minute..." He admitted ,face flushing as be began to step towards the bathroom. But Max was lightning quick, like a lion striking their prey.

"I don't think your going anywhere fucker." And there it was,Max's grin changing into a full on toothy smile,  stepping closer to the other. So close they could practically touch.

George towered over the other in height....but Max could make him feel small, the other looked almost frightened..... "Here's how this is going to work, cunt .I want you on your knees-" He ordered.

"Mate -what the fuck is wrong wrong you-I'm not going to-" Max shussed him again,crossing his arms and glaring up at him. "You think you have an option? You know what I could do?" He began.  "I could get anyone into that Mercedes seat...I'm friends with De Vries-even Alex....I've got the ties to Mclaren and Aston Martin-your customer teams.

George was about to yell something in response,even punch Max...but he paused,  and Max knew it had hit, he put a hand on George's shoulder and guided him down onto the hardwood flooring,as the other looked bashful up at him.

"Knew you'd see it my way...." He muttered,sitting down on the couch that was facing the Brit, crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward to watch the show.

"So tell me, you must be aching right now hm...." He started,as George stared daggers at him, squirming on the floor. Max would allow that, it wouldn't help him in the grand scheme of things.

"Mate fuck-what do you want...." He pleaded, his bladder felt like it was being held in a vice grip just by Max's eyes on him trying to force a leak out of his aching cook out into his fireproofs,  he had no control over it either. No hands, no ability to hold himself. He was totally helpless...

"Good to see your finally catching on..." Max began,pausing as he heard a dripping sound, the stream pattering on the wooden floor for a moment,grinning smugly. "You can beg if you want...but this is happening...you see this little thing here..." He pointed to his phone,winking. "This little thing needs a video of the future Mercedes golden boy pissing all over himself like  a weak little bitch.... to keep him in line."

Max relished in the others complete fury,staring up at him through angry eyes,body shaming from the sheer effort of holding it in, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. Looking so beautifully disheveled. "But now you know...and there's nothing you can do about it but just wait for it to happen-bevause your at your limit. And I could wait hours for you to break...." Max responded to him coldly, leaning back. The room falling into an uncomfortable silence.

George writhed, twisted his hips and practically rutted at the air in a futile effort at holding it in, but it started anyway. Small drips running down his thighs as his dick twitched,pattering onto the hardwood flooring. His white fireproofs so obviously displaying his shame.

"Just look at that...fucking look at that..." Max muttered , standing up and circling the other,leaning down in front of him..

"Release...." He drawled into the Brit's ear, and to his dismay he didn't have control over his bladder anymore, Max did. He hung his head and spread his legs out as the stream started to thunder out of his fireproofs, hitting the floor loudly and pattering on the hardwood loudly,to heighten his shame even more.

"That's exactly what I fucking wanted....you can get up now,finish here if you want, I don't care.... I'll be seeing you again soon." Max whispered into his ear, standing.

And before George could open his eyes,the door was shut.

[patricsfox]

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[realcleargoodtimes]

Thanks to a marked shift among Republican voters since the start of the coronavirus pandemic, just 13 percent of Americans surveyed now say they are satisfied with “the way things are going in the United States.” A poll by Gallup released Wednesday shows that Republicans who say they are “satisfied” with the direction the country is heading has fallen by 60 percentage points since February, when the coronavirus pandemic began spreading rapidly across the U.S. Republicans' satisfaction today (20%) is about half what it was a month ago (39%) and down 60 points since February, after the Senate acquitted President Donald Trump in his impeachment trial.

Thirteen percent satisfaction is also not the lowest number recorded by the pollster. That distinction occurred during the 2008 financial sector crash in the final days of George W. Bush’s presidency, when just 7 percent of Americans surveyed said they were satisfied with where the country was heading. The same week that Gallup recorded that figure, however, 57 percent of Republicans said they still approved of the job Bush was doing.

[gaymooshroom-archive]

SAPNAP KILLED GEORGEW

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine the Weasleys teasing you for enjoying Batman comic books.

Your parents sent you a new issue in the post every week. Batman. Batman: Bride of the Demon. Batman/Judge Dredd: Judgment on Gotham. Batman Gothic. Batman: Dark Joker. You had a large array that scattered around your dorm, and you were hardly ever seen without it either beign in your hand or sticking out of your book bag. It became sort of your thing. Just like how the Weasley twins’ had their pranking, Oliver Wood had Quidditch, andHarry Potter had the weight of the world on his little shoulders.

It was nice to escape into another world. Especially with Umbridge around all of the time. The walking pink nightmare. You were reading Batman: The Ultimate Evil and even that didn’t seem nearly as bad as having her breathing over your shoulder.

“So you’re saying -” George said, taking the volume out of your hands and flipping through it. You had to spend the majority of the year before explaining how yes, it told a story using pictures but NO, the picture didn’t move. They just didn’t get it. “-that this guy, this man that’s a bat-”

“He dresses as a bat, he’s not actually a bat,” You mumbled.

“Be a lot cooler if he was a bat,” Fred chimed in.

“- and he dresses in black all of the time, and he’s usually pretty grumbly and-”

“With how many of those books I’ve seen you have, no wonder why they’re called issues, there’s always an issue!” Fred cut in again.

“-and you’re supposed to have me believe that this doesn’t just scream Snape to you?”

“Snape’s not nearly as cool as Batman,” You said, trying to get the book back. But George was taller than you and he held it over your head. “Batman is - Bruce Wayne, he’s just - he’s really cool and -”

“Cool?” Fred asked, grabbing the book from George. “Really, look at this drawing. Hold up-” He took a quill out of Hermione Granger’s hand from where she was working on an essay and started to draw the nose bigger, and add some more hair. He turned the book around to show you what he had done to Bruce. “See? Snape.”

“You’ll never understand,” You sighed, shooting an apologetic look to Hermione. “Just because you look like you could be Two-Face’s Henchmen, Min and Max, doesn’t mean that you’ll ever fully appreciate -”

“There’s a guy with two faces now?" George asked.

“Quirrel,” Fred nodded, knowingly.

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[cdreamie]

Georgewants to be dreams cat i guess .

[karda]

fluffy hair georgew

yes :]] i agree