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guess whomst is meeting up with the two gays @patervulpis and @dominavulpis on friday

this gal

[dominavulpis]

👀👌❤

[dominavulpis]

A gay haul. 😍

[dominavulpis]

I'm in DC with my beautiful girlfriend @patervulpis until the 3rd. ☺️

[dominavulpis]

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[jibaited]

In the spring of 1778 while our army was encamped at Valley Forge the commander-in-chief ordered a sham fight to be executed by two divisions of our troops, one of which was under the command of Baron Steuben. In the capacity of his aide-de-camp I was sent to reconnoitre with orders to return immediately at full gallop, as soon as the enemy should be in sight. I rode on to the distance of about a quarter of a mile when I was struck with the sight of what I was since informed to be some red petticoats hanging on a fence to dry which I took for a body of British soldiers. I had forgotten it seems the contending parties were all Americans, and none of them clothed in scarlet regimentals. Full of my hallucination, I returned in haste to the camp, with the news that the enemy were marching upon us. Our division took the road I had indicated, and, behold! the sight of the red petticoats was all the result of their movement.

actual scatterbrain Pierre-Étienne du Ponceau, who thought he was too pretty to wear spectacles. (via jinimitable)

[dominavulpis]

[thegrinningone]

I’M SORRY COULDN’T RESIST just a small meme about duponceau’s and von steuben’s first meeting ofc, this is all for @littlewritingrabbit

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i   was    so    used to     being    alone because i thought i     had     to      be

                                 … but then you came along 

[patervulpis]

DENOUNCE THE JACOBINS. VIVE LE ROI.

[dominavulpis]

HOW DARE YOU.

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“Betrayed by my own butt yet again.”

“Can you explain memes to me?”

“Contrary to popular belief, penguins are… birds.”

“Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?”

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I swear to god if you cry again.”

“Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash.”

“Here’s to bad decisions and relaxed moral values.”

“How’s the…… jeeeeeeeeeesus?”

“I am a happy little cheese monster.”

“I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”

“I don’t want your stupid fruit leather.”

“I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding in per day. Filling quotas.”

“It’s called ‘string cheese’ and not ‘chompy cheese’ for a reason.”

“I’ll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope that nobody talks to me.”

“I’m so many levels of irony deep I’ve forgotten what humour is.”

“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”

“Mothman is bullshit.”

“My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a Saturday.”

“OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE.”

“See you in class… bitch.”

“Sharks are tight.”

“So, you ever kill a man?”

“Stop being so desperate to please your hot friend.”

“That… that is a good butt.”

“The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”

“This ice cream cake is my new boyfriend.”

“This is where I come to masturbate.”

“Wait, I’m a wreck.”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”

“You can never be too careful. See that baby in that stroller over there? Government operative.”

“Your face… is… good.”

“Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”

[dominavulpis]

ben vc: wagwan piffting wots ur bbm pin innit lol

billy vc: …….. why are you like this

[dominavulpis]

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[dominavulpis]

@mcnticellos Continued from here. Thomas is tall, much taller than he is, with definition in his shoulders that make him the more menacing of the two. Perfect for say, avoiding a man whose call you've ignored for the better part of a month. Being in the business of selling ones self as income often led to quite a few awkward conversations. More so, avoidance of outside commitment. If he could hover Thomas for just a few minutes longer, that might give his “old friend” time to fuck off.

A large hand tucks beneath his shirt, and oh, he can't help but laugh. Had that been means to scare him off? William's chin tilts upward, meeting Thomas's in acceptance of his challenge. "Good. Stay curious." From the man's back pocket, he gives his back side a firm squeeze, pulling his body in closer with a blatant quirk of his brow.

[dominavulpis]

@unshaven-insane Continued from here. The tents set aside for the infirmed where no place for the otherwise healthy, men laying in their own sick, while others suffered from grotesque disease. A cough was becoming something of a death sentence, and a trip in did not always ensure the same way out. She’d once heard a man beg to avoid the area all together, for the nurses to see to him outside for fear of catching something incurable. Patsy couldn't say that she blamed him, nor her father, who would voice his disapproval with her hovering so close. Incurable was, after all, the very word that had been passed around in regard to her own ailments. Another needn't be added to that list. From the moment she saw him settle into the tent with an odd look about him, at least, odder than usual - she’d come scampering  after him. Not the behavior of a well behaved lady, her mother might tell her, but this was war. Wars could not be won on the basis of good manners, nor without the survival of much needed men.  “Are you afraid I might faint, Lieutenant?,” she muses, standing to his right side where she could better asses the damage. Fingertips, soft and feather-light, hold to his arm and shoulder, just beside the wound.  “I’m going to fetch some towels. Do try to keep still.”  A smile has taken to her lips despite the worry that pooled behind dark eyes, a valiant attempt at making the situation seem less dire.

[dominavulpis]

@mcnticellos Continued from here. For too long she'd been confined to her childhood home, tucked away for fear that she might break under the pressure of the outside world. There was nothing adventurous, however, about tending to a garden or reading alongside her mother on the front porch. So she ran, and ran, until it was too late to look back. The bar seemed the best option at the time, the last place anyone should expect to find her, as she'd only ever sipped wine with meals. Apart from that, the loud laughter and excited jeers didn't make it any less tempting.

Pushing her way through the crowd, repetitive glances are paid to the front entrance, ensuring that she hadn't somehow been followed in.The flash of a red light, assumed to originate from a police car, sends her rushing in the direction of the bar, right into the occupied chair. Well, he didn't look terribly intimidating. A little drunk, yes, but not dangerous. It was now or never.  Eyes fall to the hand that grabs for her hip, first making a move to remove it with a swipe of her own palm, until - hm, no. That was, perhaps, just the thing she needed. Patsy extends her arm to place a gentle hand atop his shoulder, pulling in close to whisper. Flirtatious, she hoped, to the blind eye. Not that she had much experience in the area. “Someone that knows me very well. Well enough to,” her tongue swipes across her lower lip, eyes pointing for a moment in the direction of the bar, “buy me a drink?” 

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dominavulpis replied to your post: What are some rp trends that you despise? When do…

you’re going to mt. vernon? ��

yes and you’re going to have to pour water down my throat so i don’t die of dehydration from all the Tears

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hmmm. 😏 at least there’s a tomb right there.

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dominavulpis replied to your post: me: weeping bc conalls fc is a minor character in…

me: weeping bc nate gave pierre his gloves

nate vc: I couldn’t just let him go without gloves! ‘S cold. He coulda caught frostbite.

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