i will call him george

RFA + V + Unknown Name Pronounciation

최 세영 (새영) =  Choi Saeyoung
최 세란 (새란)=  Choi Saeran
김 유성 =  Kim Yoosung
한 주민 =  Han Jumin
류 현 = Ryu Hyun
강 재 희 =  Kang Jaehee
김 지현  = Kim Jihyun

I asked my Korean tutor (we’ll call him “George”) to pronounce all of the real names properly - since I’ve heard a lot of people struggling with how to say them.  ^^

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i doodled this super quick washington in class today because priorities

So there was this big tray of jars which had preserved animals floating in liquid inside in Biology, which were going to get thrown out. You know, dead crabs and possum fetuses and cut open frogs and stuff. I noticed one specimen that didn’t have any liquid in its jar, a sea horse.
I asked my biology teacher if I could keep the preserved seahorse (pictured above) and he was like “Sure,” just looking really tired and obviously not caring if some nerd wanted preserved marine life. I called him George.
Timeskip to a few months forward, I now have a different biology teacher and I asked him the other day about the liquid we preserve stuff in. He informed me it was poisonous.
My mind raced back to the sea horse on my drawers at home. The liquid has obviously evaporated since its preservation.
“What about in gaseous form?” I ask tentatively. He looks me dead in the eye.
“It would kill you, that’s why we got rid of them. They’re not legal for us to keep anymore.”
So today I say goodbye to my mummified fugative fish. I’ll never forget you, George.

Ten Paces Fire! (G.Wash x Reader)

a/n: i was trying to think of a prompt for this gwash request and this idea just popped into my head and??? i couldn’t stop laughing lmao hope u guys enjoy! (ps if u want more all u have to do is ask ;)

request: Please please please write George Washington x reader fluff. I’m begging.

word count: 1011 words

“Burr, get a medic for the general.” Washington growled.

“Yes, Sir.” He stated as Lee was carried away.

After a talk with Hamilton, General Washington decided to check on Charles Lee.  Although Lee said some very rude things, it was his duty to make sure his men were ok.

“Lee, since you are unfit to serve here any longer I am afraid to tell you that you will be discharged.  Is there anyone we can contact to assist you on your way back home?” He asked formerly.

Lee hissed as he moved upright on the cot to look at the other general. “My sister, Sir.  She shouldn’t live too far away from here, although she might not be very pleasant when she arrives.” He shivered.

Washington furrowed his eyebrows and marched to his tent to write a letter to Ms. Lee about her brother’s current state and the situation that brought them to this conclusion.  After he was finished, he asked one of his men to deliver it.  Now all he had to do was wait.
“Where is he?!” Washington heard a women’s voice shriek as he was drafting plans for the next battle.  He heard Hamilton’s voice trying to calm her down but to no avail she kept demanding to see whomever “he” was.

His tent was flung open and saw Alexander walk in with a red face after being told off by said woman.

“Ms. Lee has arrived, Sir.”

George’s eyes widen as he put the pieces together and realized that it was Charles Lee the woman was searching for.

“Shall I escort her to him?” Hamilton asked.

Washington shook his head and stated he can do it as he grabbed his hat.  He opened the flap to his tent and held his hand to his face as the sun’s beams showered upon him. It took his eyes a bit to adjust to the new lighting and looked to see the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.  

She had a simple navy blue dress, gorgeous (E/C) eyes, and hair that looked slightly messy from the journey to the camp.  Her lips, however, were knitted in a tight frown as she looked angrily at him.  Washington gulped as he made his way over to the furious but beautiful woman.

“I assume your-”

He barely got a few words out before she interrupted him.

“The sister of that idiot who got himself shot in a stupid duel over something stupid he said?” The woman spat.

The general moved slightly back, afraid if he said anything wrong she might release more of her wrath onto him.  He opened his mouth but was cut off yet again by the woman.

“I am so terribly sorry,” She said as she dragged her hand across her face. “It’s just that my brother is…not the brightest.”

Washington chuckled and shook his head. “It’s quite alright, Miss.  It’s completely understandable that you would be upset.” He smiled at her.

She smiled back. “I’m (Y/N) Lee.”

Washington bowed and took her hand to kiss her knuckles, “George Washington at your service, Ms. Lee.”

The lady blushed as she realized that she lashed out on the general and because he kissed her hand.

“Can I escort you to that ‘idiot brother’ of yours?” He asked as he looped an arm around hers.

Ms. Lee’s face flushed an even darker pink and nodded.  The general chuckled at her silence since it was very hard to keep the woman quiet almost moments ago.  

On their short walk to the medical tent, he asked about her life. She told him of her hobbies but the thing he was intrigued about her the most was that she was an assistant to a professor in the nearby college.

“You must be a brilliant woman then.” He told her.

She grinned at him, “I wouldn’t say brilliant but I would like to think I’m more educated than I should be.” She added with a wink.

The general laughed again, “You have quite the sense of humor, Ms. Lee!”

“Please call me (Y/N), General.” She told him.

“If you call me George I think we can arrange that.” He grinned at her.

When they arrived at the nurse’s station, the two were still chatting and giggling with one another and the men stationed at the tent stopped to gawk at the scene.  They have never seen the general so…happy, so carefree.  And to be completely honest George couldn’t remember the last time he felt this comfortable with someone else.  

“Don’t you boys have somewhere to be?” The general demanded.

The three soldiers’ eyes widened and stammered an apology while scurrying off.

Washington opened the tent and allowed (Y/N) to enter first.  She was about to walk in before she turned around to look at George.

“Could I have a moment alone with him?” She asked with her big (E/C) eyes.

George blushed and simply nodded his head so he didn’t say anything stupid. He watched her walk in and find her brother on his cot, dead asleep.  He smiled and turned around to walk back to his tent but before he could leave he felt a soft hand clutch his.  

The beautiful woman he was taken with stood up slightly on her tippy toes and whispered, “Write to me.” and kissed his cheek.

She smiled softly at him while closing the tent.

George stood outside in shock.  He simply stared at the opening while reaching up to gently touch the cheek she brushed her lips against.  Afterwards, he grinned and walked towards his tent to finish some business with a slight spring in his step.  He was only a little ways down before he heard a yell.


George’s grin widened and set down to already write a letter to the woman he was so suddenly infatuated with.

anonymous asked:

For list 1, 1 and 13 with lams? Thanks!

It’s so warm here and the air is so sweet and summery that I just got to overwhelming urge to write a lil fic! And since it’s Easter I thought what better than an Easter lil fic as a surprise for you kiddos? :D This is 100% fluffy, which, if you know me at all, you know is super rare, so enjoy it, bbys! And thank you, my dear Anon, for the request! I hope you like it! :) <333 (Read other lil fics here)

“You’ve been smiling for the entire meal, mon ami,” Laf said with a smirk as he and Alexander cleared the table after another Easter dinner with their adoptive parents, the Washingtons.

Alex tried to hide his face as he felt it becoming hotter. “Was not,” he mumbled weakly.

Lafayette just laughed in response.

“Thanks for helping, boys,” Martha said as the two placed the last stack of dirty dishes in the sink. “Gilbert, can you see if Grammy and Poppy want coffee?”

“Oui, Mama,” he said. He cocked an eyebrow at Alexander before he left the kitchen, letting his younger brother know they were not through with their discussion.

Alex internally groaned. He knew he’d had that goofy grin on his face for the entire dinner, but it wasn’t his fault. John Laurens, his best friend, his crush of the past two years, had texted him something adorable right before it was time to sit down for Easter dinner. Alexander wasn’t to blame if the words kept reappearing in his mind, causing that silly smile to overtake his face again and again. He was grateful his grandmother had poor vision because if she saw him smiling like that, well, she was even worse than Laf with the questions and knowing glances.

“Can you dry for me, Alex?” Martha unknowingly snapped him out of his reverie.

“Sure.” He grabbed the dish towel off of the counter and began drying some silverware Martha had just cleaned.

His mind wandered back to the text, or, rather, the entire conversation between the two of them. He had it memorized by now. He was certain every word, every punctuation mark, was seared into his brain permanently.

Alexander: Happy Easter, J-Lau :)

John Laurens: Happy Easter, Ham Man :)
John Laurens: U got plans?

Alexander: Just the usual. Dinner w/ my grandparents.
Alexander: You?

John Laurens: well we just got back from church and now we’re getting ready to go to my aunt’s for dinner

Alexander: that sounds nice!

John Laurens: eh. If you think church is religious, you should meet my aunt. She’s like a walking cathedral I swear to god
John Laurens: I don’t wanna go :(

Alexander: :((( if you could do anything for Easter what would it be?

John Laurens: hmmmmm
John Laurens: I would come over to your place

Alexander: :D what would you wanna do?

Alexander had to admit–– he’d assumed John would say something benign, like dye Easter eggs, or watch Disney movies, or just have dinner with Alex’s family; the kind of stuff they always did together because they were friends and that’s what friends do.

John Laurens: I would give you a plastic Easter egg
John Laurens: with a note inside

Alex knew something was up. John was mischievous, but this? This was… different. His fingers shook ever so slightly as he thumbed out his reply.

Alexander: what would the note say?

The moment between when he hit send and when his phone buzzed again was tortuous. Just before it vibrated he’d heard car doors slamming shut in the driveway–– his grandparents had arrived and he needed to get off his phone, but he also needed John’s response.

He desperately opened the text, his breath stopping, trapped in his throat, his lungs, as he read what John had written.

John Laurens: it would say “kiss me”

All Alexander could do was stare at the text. He stared and stared and stared. He stared as he heard his grandparents enter the house, and he stared as he heard Lafayette’s bubbly voice greet them. He stared as he heard George call for him.

John Laurens: shit
John Laurens: I’m sorry for being weird shit shit shit
John Laurens: any chance you could forget I ever said that?

Alex heard George call for him again. He replied as quickly as possible before pocketing his phone.

Alexander: no
Alexander: you would have to come over here and make me
Alexander: ;)

As he descended the stairs to greet his grandparents, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.

John Laurens: then I’ll see you later tonight
John Laurens: with an Easter egg

And that was why Alexander Hamilton absolutely could not stop smiling throughout all of Easter dinner, or even now, as he dried dish after dish for Martha.

When the doorbell rang, his heart actually stopped beating for a millisecond.

“Alexander!” Laf called from the other room. “It’s Laurens!”

Alex froze, dish towel and pot in hand. Martha put a hand on Alex’s shoulder.

“Go ahead, Alex,” she said with a knowing smile.

How does Laf tell everyone so fast? he wondered as he nodded and walked toward the door. It was only when he got to the door that he realized he was still holding the towel and pot. He stuffed the towel in the pot and opened the door.

John Laurens was standing on the front step, a single pink plastic Easter egg in hand. He stared into Alex’s eyes for a moment before popping it open and holding it out. Alex pulled a small piece of paper from the egg. His hand was trembling so much he almost couldn’t read it.

But he could, and there was no denying the two words written in John’s scrawl: Kiss me?

Alexander looked up at John and saw the fear and anticipation in his best friend’s eyes that he was certain mirrored his own. Without another thought, he shut his eyes and leaned in.

The moment when their lips met was cosmic. Alex swore stars were created as they kissed. When he finally pulled away, John Laurens was grinning and tears were streaking down his freckled face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” John whispered.

Alex reached into the pot and grabbed the dish towel, using it to dot the tears off of John’s face.

“Alex?” John said.

“John?” Alex said.

“Why the fuck do you have a pot and dish towel?” He whispered.

Alexander burst into a fit of laughter so hard that he doubled over gasping for air. When he could finally breathe again, he also had tears running down his face, although for a different reason.

John rolled his eyes and smiled as he took the dish towel from Alex and patted his face dry, as well. And then he leaned in and kissed him again and everything felt right. Alex felt parts deep inside of him light up that he never knew existed. Parts, he was sure, that existed only for John.

A whistle sounded from inside the house. “Oui oui, mes amis!” Laf hollered.

They broke apart and turned to face Laf. “You damn heckler,” John muttered.

Martha was standing behind Laf, smiling. “Grab a new dish towel when you come in, sweetie,” she said with a smile.

Alex blushed, and John laughed.

“So I guess I can do this with it then, huh?” John said as he held up the cloth and blocked their faces from Laf’s view. He kissed Alex again and again and again, and Alexander never wanted it to end.

This had been, without a doubt, the best Easter of his life. 

kaible  asked:

I just found out that Mickey Mouse's full name is Michael Theodore Mouse and I'm in a weird sleep-deprived state and now I'm wondering, what Bendy also has a ridiculous full name. What if his full first name is Bendjamin. Bendjamin T. D. Demon.

LOL @yunisverse made a joke about this!  I think she called him “Bendamin D. Drew.”

Fun fact: Goofy’s real name is George Geef, and Donald’s is Donald Fauntleroy Duck!


She was absolutely stunning and perfect in her role in “Roman Holiday,” 1953. She had a kind of aura around her, as if she were born to play the part (of a princess). I called my agent, George Chasin, and told him I wanted her to have co-star billing, because it was obvious to me that she was going to be a big star and maybe win the Academy Award. Chasin gave me an argument… and I said, ‘Look, George, just do it! It’s really the princess’ story.’ And I thought, ‘She’s so terrific in this and I’m going to look like a jackass if it says “Gregory Peck in ‘Roman Holiday.’” It was absolutely clear to me that equal billing was the way it ought to be. — Gregory Peck ( October 8, 1989 )

  • *A black porter is following Heather Chandler with all her luggage*
  • Announcer: All aboard! Departing in five minutes!
  • Porter: Need to get these bags on ma'am.
  • Heather Chandler: I heard him, George!
  • Veronica: Heather, don't call him that!
  • Porter: My name actually is George.
  • Heather and Veronica: Really?
Twister (John Laurens x Reader)

Word Count: 1467

Genre: Fluff, maybe a little humor but not a whole lot.

Request/Summary: Noise Complaint  (Yes you do have to read Noise Complaint first for Twister to make any sense whatsoever.)

AU: Modern

Warnings: Awkwardness, Cussing, King George exists, that should be it.


A/N-YAAAAYYYYY finally Noise Complaint Pt. 2!!!! I still do have requests to finish and I will, I just wanted to post this… so yeah… 

You laughed. No, you actually laughed. This guy made you laugh. You hadn’t had a date that could make you laugh in six forevers.

“(Y/N)!” A man exclaimed, approaching your table, your smile fell as fast as it had appeared.

“George.” You greeted sourly.

“When am I gonna get that second date?” He asked, his British accent more annoying than ever.

“Hmm… is ‘never’ open for you? It’s about the only time I have free. I’m a little preoccupied.” You reached across the table and took Strawberry’s hand in yours.

“I’ll see you around.” George growled.

“Bye.” You waved, your voice brimming with artificial sugar. As soon as he was gone, you retracted your hand and rolled your eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Soooo maybe a drabble with Jefferson Little!Alex tries to find papa but finds Jefferson instead but Jefferson takes care of Alex until George finds them

Alex froze as he walked into Mr. Washington’s office. Thomas was sitting there in one of the chairs just in front of Mr. Washington’s desk. Thomas looked up, saw Hamilton in the doorway. 

“Mr. Washington stepped out.” Thomas mumbled. He looked up from his phone. “If you’ve come to discuss your financial plan, don’t bother.” He chuckled. “That pathetic plan of yours will never -” 

“Just want Papa. Where’s Papa?” Alex sniffed. “Where’s -”

Thomas watched in both surprise and concern as Alex broke down into tears.

“Shit.” Thomas breathed out. He quickly turned off his phone and set it down. “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean it. I’m sure your plan is great and - ” 

Alex’s cries only grew louder. He dropped the papers in his hands and his whole body racked with sobs. His shoulders shook and Thomas scrambled to meet him. He crouched just in front of him, awkwardly patted his back. 

“Hey, hey.” Thomas said softly. “Is Papa Washington? D-Do you need him? I’ll get him just…please stop crying.” 

“W-Want Papa,” Alex sobbed, crying even louder. “N-Need Papa and -

“O-Okay.” Thomas said hurriedly, wrapping his arms around Alex. He was surprised when Alex wrapped his arms around him in response. Thomas picked him up and balanced him on his hip. He rushed to get his phone. “I’ll find him. I’ll call Papa with my phone and it’ll make everything better. Promise.” 

Alex quieted at this. He sniffed, eyes red from his tears. He sucked on his thumb as he watched Thomas pulled out his phone. Thomas bounced him on his hip as he dialed Mr. Washington’s number.

Thomas looked up nervously when Mr. Washington stepped into his office. He took one look at Alex and one more at Thomas. Alex looked up at George right away. His lower lip trembled and George knew what was next.

Alex stretched his arms out to meet George, who rushed towards him immediately. George pulled him into his chest and shushed him softly.

“I’m here, baby.” George kissed his head. George looked at Thomas next. “What did you do?” He asked lowly, rubbing Alex’s back in an attempt to soothe him. 

“Nothing! He was looking for you and I said you weren’t here and he just started crying.” Thomas said softly. 

George looked at him warily. “Well, thank you for calling me. I can take care of this.” George rocked him gently. “We’ll reschedule this meeting. Until then, I expect that you won’t speak of this to anyone else.” George narrowed his eyes at Thomas, tightened his hold on Alex.

“Yes, sir.” Thomas breathed out. “I-I’ll just be in my office.”

George dismissed him and Thomas rushed to leave the room. He even stopped to pick up the papers that Alex had dropped on the floor. George relaxed as soon as the door shut behind him, but Thomas couldn’t have been more confused.

Part 2 of Captain Undepants Outtakes
  • George and Harold: you are now the greatest superhero of all time The Amazing Captain Underpants!
  • Captain Underpants: Tra la laa-*coughs* water need water !
  • George and Harold: (laughing)
  • Director: get him water someone
  • Harold: Captain Underpants is that really you ?
  • Captain Underpants: let's see underpants (stretches them then lets go) ...Ow
  • Harold: (laughing) that's gotta hurt!
  • Captain Underpants: it did
  • (Captain Underpants jumping out the window)
  • Captain Underpants: let's see what's a foot
  • (George and Harold look out the window)
  • George: ooh he fell on the Director !
  • Captain Underpants: I'm okay!
  • Director: I'm not!
  • (Captain Underpants on a building about to fight an inflated Ape)
  • Captain Underpants: to infinity and beyond !
  • Director: cut!
  • Captain Underpants: (laughing) wrong movie !
  • Director: and action!
  • Harold: Ed Helms you can't actually fly !
  • George: what did you just call him?!
  • Harold: aw man !
  • Director: try again
  • Harold: (dramatically and on his knees) Captain Underpants you can't actually fly !
  • George: (laughing) dude really?!
  • Harold: too much drama?
  • (Back in the treehouse)
  • Harold: we have to turn him back into Krupp
  • George : I know, I know but can we take a moment to acknowledge what's happening here please I mean Ed is ....Captain Underpants I said Captain Underpants!
  • Harold: you called him Ed!
  • George: it's your fault!
  • Director: and action !
  • Captain Underpants: now it's time to fly again
  • George: no no no !
  • (George throws the cup of water at Harold)
  • Harold: d-dude !
  • George: (trying not to laugh) sorry
  • Director: try again
  • Captain Underpants: now it's time to fly again
  • George: no no no !
  • (Throws the water at the camera lens)
  • George: (laughing) oh my goodness I'm so sorry!
  • (Harold and Captain Underpants laugh)
  • (Captain Underpants reverting back to Krupp )
  • Krupp: what ? where am I (sees he's in his underwear ) Aah where my pants ?!
  • Harold: oh no he's Helms again
  • Krupp : seriously?
  • Harold: sorry I did it again !
  • George: (laughing)
  • (Professor P getting interviewed by Captain Underpants who's disguise as Krupp)
  • Captain Underpants: (while reading Professor P's file) hmm ...says here you're a science teacher?
  • Professor P: not exactly
  • Captain Underpants: but you have teaching experience?
  • Professor P: oh no I can't say that I do
  • Captain Underpants: not even like babysitting?
  • (Professor P tries to hop on the desk but misses and falls )
  • Professor P: I would never...whoa ..Ow
  • Harold: (holding back his laughter) are you okay?
  • Director: and action
  • ( Professor P putting his arms around George and Harold)
  • Professor P: but honestly kids smiles brighten my heart and fill me with...Aw man lines !
  • (Professed P. Teaching class)
  • Professor P: hiya class I'm your cool new teacher not some hairy guy with a...wait wait that's wrong?
  • Director: take two
  • Professor P: hiya class I'm your cool new teacher not some dairy guy with a secret evil...dairy seriously?!
  • Professor P: hiya class I'm your cool new teacher not some scary with a secret evil blah la bleh (laughing) sorry so sorry!
  • Professor P: if there was one thing about this world you can change what would it be?
  • Little Girl: oh oh peace on earth!
  • Professor P: unattainable
  • Professor P: anyone else
  • (George and Harold whispering to each other)
  • George: Pacific Ocean into chocolate
  • Harold: Atlantic into nacho cheese
  • George: it's like we're the same person but so...ugh forgot my lines!
  • (Next scene )
  • Professor P: if I had to change one thing about the world it would ...(he slips ) ...Whoa!
  • (The class laughs)
  • (Next scene with Professor P. Pulling out a diagram of the Brain )
  • Professor P: this is the brain of an average child , right here is the thinking-about-candy...uh what was it again?
  • Director: cut !
  • Professor P: this is the fear-what's -under the...earlobe ? Wait bed lobe it's bed lobe..drat!
  • Director : cut!
  • Professor: and this , this is the haha-chuckle.... Ugh man it's hard to remember all these ridiculous parts of the brain!
  • (Next scene)
  • Harold: isn't laughter the best medicine ?
  • Professor P: MEDICINE is the best Medicine!
  • (George raises his hand)
  • Professor P: what ?
  • George: what does the P stand for?
  • Professor P: excuse me?
  • George: the P in your name what does it stand for?
  • Professor P: oh it's private
  • George: so does that mean your name is Professor Privates?
  • Professor P: (snickers) I'm sorry I'm sorry
  • (Professor P standing on George's desk )
  • Professor P: Principals office now !
  • (Hops on Harold's desk but immediately falls off)
  • Professor P: you to...AAAH ...ouch
  • (Everyone laughs)
  • Professor P: stop laughing this is why I want to get rid of laughter !
  • (Next scene where George and Harold walk into Mr. Krupp's office)
  • George : we gotta do something about that new science teacher.
  • (Harold sitting on Krupp's desk but slips off)
  • Harold : he's a way ...Whoa oof!
  • (George and Mr. Krupp laugh)
  • Mr. Krupp: (snickers) are you okay?
  • Harold: I think I broke my nose!
  • Director : and action
  • George : (putting his legs on The Principals desk) I didn't think that was possible .
  • Mr. Krupp: Whoa whoa wait a second!
  • Harold: tell me about it
  • (Suddenly George falls off the chair)
  • George: Aaaah..Ow!
  • Harold : (laughing ) is everyone slipping a running gag now?
  • Director : and action!
  • Mr. Krupp : where's the respect I AM YOUR PRINCIPAL!!! (Pounds on the desk)
  • George: wait is he Krupp again?
  • Mr. Krupp: Kevin !
  • George : again with Kevin?!
  • Mr. Krupp: hey you kept calling me Helms!
  • Harold : and Ed
  • George: you called him Ed !
  • Harold : oh yeah ..(laughing ) my bad
  • Director : everyone take 5
  • (And that was part 2 sorry it took long and forgive my grammar errors )
Rocky: A George Weasley x Reader Imagine

Requested: yes

In this imagine the reader is dating George Weasley, but her cousin, Draco Malfoy, is not at all pleased. After a heated confrontation the twins find out about Malfoy’s outburst and plan revenge. Will the reader be able to love freely despite an unsupportive family, or will it all fall apart?

Warnings: a few curse words

(Sidenote: I’m super proud of one of these insults, guess which one. Also, apologies for making Draco a monster. It hurt because he has my heart.)

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - used to show passage of time

Word count: 2,060


“Y/N!” I hear Draco storming up behind me.

“What Malfoy?” I ask, rather uninterested in whatever he wants to complain about now. “If it’s about Potter and the Weasley girl I already know- and yes it’s perfectly horrid.”

“Actually-” He sneers, somehow managing to step in front of me. “It’s about you and the Weasley boy.”

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