#old george

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[ultimatesupremeleaderr]

IF evil George and Harold were adults in ppu!

[fun-twisted-tales]

What if Old George and Harold were in TETOCU

Melvinborg: *holding Mr Krupp at gunpoint* I shoot him, and your “captain” dies too..

Harold: Us?

Old George: …I’m thinking it over

George: WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE THINKING??

Old Harold: It’s- It’s a complicated issue-

Mr Krupp: WHAT IS THERE TO THINK ABOUT?!?

Harold: NO IT’S NOT!! IT’S NOT COMPLICATED!!

Old George: It’s a big decision!

Harold: It’s not a big decision!

Old Harold: We need to think it through!

George: I’m about to lose my shit here!!

[huesburgers]

tumblr i am so sorry for abandoning you… here is more captain underpants

starting off with krupp, one with kipper and two being his younger design from the show (on of my favorite rod btw just because we get to see kid krupp…) and i think the second one is a scene from a book idk which one my friend sent a picture and i thought it was silly :P

i love old george and harold… i love drawing them, i love thinking about them. and their families ohhhh i love their families

second sequel to this post coming soon i swear i have more to share

[blackberry-gingham]

(Source: @WIYElondon podcast, reposted by @Calvbetton via Twitter)

So none of y'all were going to tell me about the time George literally did THE MOST to prank Phil Collins?!??!? 😭😭😭

[lailoken]

“Old George:

A Devonshire cunning man, by the name of 'Old George', appears in an 18th century story in which he is consulted to discover the thief of a young farm labourer's missing savings. He was an eccentric and picturesque figure; the traditional ideal of a wizard with a cascade of long grey-white hair about his shoulders, who would search amongst the hedgerows and fields for herbs from which to craft his magical philtres and cures. He was also a scholarly type; possessing many strange books and papers via which he could find the causes of things, make divinations, and 'tell the planets'. Girls would often consult him on matters of love and their future marriage prospects. Never though would he ask payment for his services.

Sam, a young farm worker, made a habit of carefully saving what little sums of money he could in a box. Upon adding to his savings one day, he found that the box did not contain as much money as it should. He was sure he was not mistaken as he kept a regular count of the box's contents. To his dismay, he discovered that small amounts of money were disappearing from the box on a fairly regular basis. Someone on the farm was a thief. Sam confided in his friend Jack, a fellow worker on the farm, and the pair agreed that the most likely suspect was a farm maid named Kitty, as she had access to the box's place of keeping. They decided to approach Kitty and ask her if she knew anything of the money's disappearance. Kitty vehemently denied having any involvement or knowledge of the money's theft, and expressed utter shock that the two boys could even consider such of her. Sam's money however continued to be dipped into by unknown hands, and so the two friends decided that they would consult Old George who lived not far from the farm.

On hearing of Sam's predicament, Old George told the two boys to come to him at a certain hour, when the timings 'would be correct' for him to reveal the thief to them by his arte, and so the two young men left and later returned to Old George's home as instructed. They were invited in and made welcome to sit by the fire. Old George made with his hands mysterious gestures in the air, and muttered under his breath words indiscernible to the two boys. Then, into view, as if forming from mist, appeared before them the very image of Kitty, dancing about the room, holding a pair of scissors. After the image had faded away, the old cunning man revealed that he would be able to compel the thief to confess her crime against Sam that very evening.

Later, as the young workers were sat at the farm's kitchen table for supper, the two boys, knowing now who the culprit was, again asked Kitty about the money, and said that if only she would confess and stop, then no more would the matter be spoken of. In a rage, kitty again strenuously began to deny all knowledge, when suddenly she was knocked to the floor and thrown about violently, as if by some invisible force. In terror she screamed out her full confession and promised no more would she take from Sam's savings. Only then did her mysterious torment suddenly stop.”

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Silent as the Trees:

Devonshire Witchcract, Folklore & Magic

by Gemma Gary

[twoidiotswatchcartoons]

this looks like a meme format

[kittykat-creations]

Knowing Before You Know

Harold didn’t seem shocked at all when he met Billy in book 12 (and finding out you’re gay is always kind of shocking, even in the normal way), so I figured something must have happened between Old George calling Old Harold and Billy, and them actually arriving

“I’ll go round up the children, honey, while you call Harold and Billy.”

Harold turned away from his pinball game, confused, and watched Old George and Lisa leave the room. He hopped down from the step in front of the game and went over to George, keeping his gaze on the doorway the two adults had left through.

“Isn’t this place cool?” George asked, smiling and looking away from the window.

Harold nodded in agreement, though he seemed distracted. “Hey George, who do you think Billy is?” He asked. George shrugged. In another minute, Old George returned.

“Alright, they should be here soon.”

“Who’s Billy?” Harold asked.

“He’s your husband,” Old George explained. “Well, future husband for you, I guess.”

“You can marry boys?” Harold exclaimed, jaw dropping.

“...oh, right.” Old George rubbed the back of his head. “You’re what, ten? You didn’t know yet, huh?” He sat down in one of the nearby chairs. “Yeah, uh- you marry a boy, yeah.”

“I didn’t know I could like boys.” Harold sat with him. George watched the conversation.

“Yeah, you do.” Old George smiled a bit. “You realized you were gay when- I think it was twelve or thirteen? When you had a crush and realized it wasn’t a girl.”

“Gay,” Harold repeated to himself. “Huh. ...So does that mean I can have a boyfriend?” Old George nodded. “When do I get a boyfriend?”

“Around when you told me you were gay.”

“Who’s my boyfriend before Billy?”

“Um-” Old George glanced at his younger counterpart, who was staring off in thought. “I don’t want to spoil too much, you know? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Awww…” Harold pouted. “Fine…” Old George glanced out the front window before turning back to Harold and gently setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, Harold…” He hesitated a bit. “You’re gonna be nervous coming out to your mom and Heidi. Don’t be, ok? They love you.” Harold nodded, and then there was a knocking at the front door. “That should be them. Come on.”

George and Harold made to follow him. “Psst, George. Did you know you could like boys?”

“No.” George shook his head. “But it sounds kinda cool.”