and he called it eating for george

Na, fuck it! Here’s a line-up! From left to right: Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill and Fleur. All the family is going to play quidditch in the garden.

You probably wonder why they are all in red, well, that’s because they’re FROM FUCKING GRYFFINDOR YEAH! 

Headcanon that George loves to wear Fred’s clothes so he can still be close to him and that sometimes, when he goes to the kitchen to eat his breakfast, Molly calls him Fred accidentally and when she realize it, she cries and George feels so sorry that he hugs her very sweetly because he knows she is the only one to have love him the most except him.
Oh, and I drew Hermione tan because I love the idea of a black Hermione and that considering she has french origins and that in France we have a strong black community, she may be tan because of one of her parents or grandparents.

I really enjoyed working on this one. Especially because of the lines and the shoes (good practice, good practice). Tell me if you ever want to see one of them from a closer look.

Imagine - Just Someone (George)

WARNING: Post-battle imagine, may induce intense catharsis.

Fred and George had been two of your favourite people and they knew it. The three of you had worked together ever since they left Hogwarts to start up their shop. As soon as you had seen the notice asking for employees you had had a good feeling about working there.

Now there was only George, and even then it felt like he wasn’t there. You’d never really understood it when people called loved ones their ‘other halves’ but now you could see that this was just what Fred had been to George. He had become a shell of himself, refusing to talk or eat. He could barely sleep due to the nightmares that plagued him and had taken to avoiding the bedroom at all costs.

You were heartbroken too, but then, so was everyone. It was doubtful that there was a witch or wizard in England who hadn’t lost someone in the Battle of Hogwarts. That didn’t make it hurt any less, though. You had to put on a brave face and keep the shop open. Now more than ever was the time people needed laughter.

Every night you would sit with George and talk to him, no matter how tired you were or how much he pretended not to listen. You knew that he was, he always did and whether or not it helped him, you needed it. You recounted storied of the pranks the three of you had pulled off together and the evenings spent doing nothing and talking of everything. It was as if, by talking about him, you could somehow, someway keep Fred alive.

This carried on and on until one day, when you had closed up the shop, George wasn’t on the sofa anymore. You didn’t know what to think; this was either very good or very, very bad.
“George?” You called out. “George, are you there?” Then you noticed the window, open for the first time in an age.

You cast your mind back to a night, the night before the battle.

George hadn’t turned up for dinner. You and Fred hadn’t thought much of it, maybe he was at the Leaky Cauldron or something? But as it got later you began to worry. Fred left to ask around and you stayed in, in case he came home. Then, just like now, you had noticed the window. You had clambered out of it, and onto the roof where you had found George, his cheeks tearstained.
“What’s wrong?” You had asked. He smiled falsely and shrugged.
“What do you mean?” His voice was hoarse.
“I’m not thick George, tell me.” You persisted. He sighed, defeated.
“Just some girl.” He had said.
“Oh really. Who?” You had asked hopefully. He took your hand and squeezed it.
“Oh.” You realised.

Then the owl came. Hogwarts is in danger, come quickly.

That was two months ago, you hadn’t dared to bring it up – or even think of it, really – it didn’t seem right. But now you had no choice so, with and overwhelming sense of déjà vu, you climbed onto the roof.

The scene was almost identical to how it had been before, apart from the dark circles under his eyes, and this time the tears were fresh.
“Hey George.” He looked up, almost too weak to be startled. You sat down next to him and put an arm around him. And now, on the roof you let yourself cry.

George turned his head to you and leaned it on yours.
“What’s wrong”?” He asked, barely above a whisper.
“Just some guy.” You smiled weakly and took his hand in yours.

EmiMikeTrash Answers 11 More Questions

1- Name/Nicknames? Georgie, Regina George (but only my closest friends have the right to call me that haha)

2- Height? 5′8

3- Hogwarts House? RAVEN-FUCKIN-CLAW 💙

4- Last Thing Googled? Man with full-body tattoo (I was looking for Rick Genest haha)

5- A fictional character I’d like as a sibling? Michele Crispino, TBH. So we can eat and be angry 25/8 together. I’d also love to get Phichit as a sibling because he’ll probs help me with my selfie game.

6- How many blankets do I sleep with? Just one. And one comforter.

7- Favorite artist/band? LADY GAGA, Alessia Cara, The Killers, Snow Patrol, Kylie Minogue, Ellie Goulding, Bastille, Luna Shadows, Bonnie McKee, Carly Rae Jepsen– should I list more?

8- How many blogs do I follow?  54

9- What do I usually post about? More EmiMike/MichEmil stuff, sometimes issues that I feel strongly about (ie. mental health, feminism, racism, etc.), other times a bunch of shitposts.

10- Do you get asks regularly? Hardly haha. I only got one once from @ghostmoonchild, mah fam haha. (Send in asks, guys! I don’t bite unless your “ask” is so shady/rude.)

11- What’s your Aesthetic? Oh damn! A lot of things are aesthetic to me, especially if they resonate well with me. But if there’s anything consistent with what I like, more often that not, it’s geometry and shapes.

Im’ma tag @jubesy, @novocaine-sea, @just-themys, @emilnekolakofola, @aftgonice, @pomodorotiamo, and anyone else who wants to answer this (lol just say I sent you haha kidding)

Some of my favorite Fred and George's quotes.

-‘You haven’t got a letter on yours,’ George observed, ‘I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid – we know
we’re called Gred and Forge.’

-‘So,’ said Wood, at long last, jerking Harry from a wistful fantasy about what he could be eating for breakfast at this very moment up at the castle, ‘is that clear? Any questions?’
‘I’ve got a question, Oliver,’ said George, who had woken with a start. ‘Why couldn’t you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?’ Wood wasn’t pleased. (CoS)

-‘Where is Wood?’ said Harry, suddenly realising he wasn’t there.
‘Still in the showers,’ said Fred. ‘We think he’s trying to drown himself.’ (PoA)

-‘Who’re you going with then?’ asked Ron.
‘Angelina,’ said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment.
‘What?’ said Ron, taken aback. ‘You’ve already asked her?’
‘Good point,’ said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, ‘Oi! Angelina!’ Angelina, who had been chatting to Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him.
‘What?’ she called back.
‘Want to come to the ball with me?’ Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look.
‘All right, then,’ she said, and turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting, with a bit of a grin on her face.
‘There you go,’ said Fred to Harry and Ron, ‘piece of cake.’ (GoF)

-‘Hello, Harry,’ said George, beaming at him. ‘We thought we heard your dulcet tones.’
‘You don’t want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out,’ said Fred, also beaming. ‘There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn’t hear you.’
‘You two passed your Apparition tests, then?’ asked Harry grumpily.
‘With distinction,’ said Fred. (OotP)

-‘I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!’ 
‘What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?’ said George indignantly… (OotP)

-Fred and George turned to each other and said together, ‘Wow, we’re identical!’
‘I dunno though, I think I’m still better looking,’ said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle. (DH)

-And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face. (DH)

Sorry for the last one.

george ezra songs for the signs

aries: drawing board - “i’ll fill your pillow case up with snakes, the man eating kind, though you call yourself a woman i doubt that they will mind. there’s just one problem with my plan, you spend your nights with another man.”

taurus: did you hear the rain? - “did your siblings tell you i was wasting up your time? oh, now you’re wasting mine. you put me back in line and i’m counting every link, and i guess you think that’s fine.”

gemini: leaving it up to you - “we’re laughing and we’re joking like we always, always used to until rudely interrupted by your half-wit of a boyfriend who tries to call you - to see you again, to be your friend, to hold you in his mind”

cancer: listen to the man - “your world keeps spinning and you can’t jump off, but i will catch you if you fall, i can’t tell you enough. i hate to hear that you’re feeling low.”

leo: benjamin twine - “oh by god she knows she’s worth it, any boy would tell you so. well a girl like that is worth her own weight in gold.”

virgo: breakaway - “you may think that he’s a demolition expert when he’s finished with your self-esteem. it may be true we all need knocking down a few, come find shelter, oh, your shelter with me.”

libra: angry hill - “he reads yesterday’s news, ‘cause today’s just scares him. thinks of yesterday’s blues, ‘cause today’s are just far too grim.”

scorpio: over the creek - “nonetheless, i must confess that i’m the mess that has been left to save you; our situations must be dire.”

sagittarius: get lonely with me - “when you’re living outside the rules there are no rules to bend. well, i don’t need no visitors and i don’t need no queen, i don’t need reminding or familiarities.”

capricorn: spectacular rival - “i’m not that kind of man in the day, won’t you hold me steady, spectacular rival? and i’ve had medicine, though you‘re not my friend, i’ll love you ‘til the end.”

aquarius: stand by your gun - “my mistakes land like embers on your tongue. in the foreground, you’re still busy getting young, singing woo, go figure out your desire.”

pisces: song 6 - “everybody’s chasing a beauty they don’t have
and i’m, well, i’m, i’m chasing you.”


Tony Abbott Just Straight Up Called Another Member of Parliament a Nazi

So, earlier today during Parliament Australia’s Prime Minister Tony ‘Tone’ Abbott decided he would try to rebrand himself from ‘raw onion eating weirdo’ back to ‘Scum of the Earth’. This he achieved easily by making a real life actual Nazi joke while parliament was in session, labeling opposition leader Bill Shorten as the ‘Goebbels of economic policy’. The reaction was swift, with Shorten audibly calling Ol’ Tone ‘disgusting’ and ALP MP and Jewish man whose father fled Europe because of the Holocaust George Dreyfus shouting the Prime Minister down. Dreyfus was ejected from the chambers for conduct issues as the Prime Minister smiled gleefully. This marks the second Holocaust joke from Abbott in two months, his first stating that the ALP would cause ‘a holocaust of jobs’ during the first meeting of Parliament for the year.

For those who don’t understand the Australian political jargon, here is what happened: the Australian equivalent of a president flat out called his opponent a nazi mid-senate. When one member showed understandable offense at that, he was ejected for not acting professionally. You can watch all this in the video above.