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#( pending ooc tag. )#[ why do i only seem to go on this blog @ school wtf me ]#[ buT ANYWAY ]#[ hello ]

yOURE GAY GEORGE

new phone who dis

#mndes #( crack tag. )#[ soBBING ]

i am ALIVE

#( ooc. )#[ my theme has been chan ge d ]

burr-ito

dad gwash is super shy bout his thicc thighs so shhhh

@raythrill

housesof-theholy

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#█ ▌|| ᴾᴿᴵᴰᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴹᵀ. ⱽᴱᴿᴺᴼᴺ ⁻⁻ ( visage. )#[ HE CK ]#[ I LOV E ]#[ h e CC ]

empirefell:

❛ I will not consider the coconut. I hate those things. ❜

❝ not even its’ trees? ❞

#empirefell #█ ▌|| ˢᴼᵁᵀᴴᴱᴿᴺ ˢᴱᴺᴬᵀᴼᴿ ⁻⁻ ( alt. modern verse. )#( crack tag. )#[ i ha D TO ANSWER THIS CUZ MOANA'S DAD IS CJACK SO IM JUST ]#[ no i love this song so much it gives me so MANY FEELS tbh ]#[ sorry sorry ahh ]

janeaustten

anyways… reblog + tag what you smell like according to what does a hero smell like 🍃

#( ooc. )#[ george smells like rigging and wreckage ]#[ and i was like ??? at first but then..............it got Emo ]

i fEEL LIKE I HAVEN’T DONE ANY BIRTHDAY STUFF ON THIS BLOG I AM A SHAM,,,,,,,,

#( ooc. )#[ mY BLOG PRIVILEGES ARE #[ REvok ED ]#[ i AM A SHAM ]

interdiit

❨ @vcnerated || washington’s birthday 2k17 ❩

It had started out innocent enough – quite frankly, it had started out as a joke. Louis had dared him. Apply for an internship with Washington, he’d said – they’d known who George Washington was, not because his name was that well-known worldwide in eighteen-year-old boys – most French people his age couldn’t tell him from a rock. But they were heirs, trust fund children with companies lined up in their names. And people with names like de Noailles and du Motier knew who George Washington was, even if they knew nothing but his name and his prowess in their world. It was as simple as that. It will piss your uncle off beyond belief. And it is not as if you will get the job. So, that’s what he’d done. He’d had a good laugh about it with his friends. George Washington wouldn’t want an intern who was eighteen, fresh out of school, with not even an eye on college. Gilbert du Motier wouldn’t need college, not with his last name, not when he could easily take over his family’s own company within the week if he wanted to. But, to be quite frank, that was the last thing that he wanted to do. It seemed far too boring for him, far too mundane. There was no adventure to being the figurehead of a French logistics company.

So, he’d applied. New York City seemed like as much of an adventure as he could think of. He’d sat next to Louis as he hit the send button on his email, his application filled out completely, his resumé attached. He expected nothing of it, it was more of a source of a joke for the next year or so. When he and Louis got drunk, it was always a point – remember that time you applied for an internship with George Washington? Remember how George Washington didn’t want you working for him? and Gil would always push right back – you were the one who wanted me to apply, my friend. And I knew I would not get it, I barely passed English. In fact, I do not think I did pass English. I think my uncle bribed our teachers to give me good marks so I would not have to take the class again and again. But you did no better than I, my friend. Washington would not want you, either. And so the joke went on, and typically ended with Gil muttering a frustrated I am prettier than you anyways, asshole. Louis had his whole life in check. A girl who he was going to marry when he realized that he’d have to settle down, a company of his own to run, and he’d gotten better marks in school than Gil had. Not that Gil particularly cared, he was just exhausted with the idea of running his family’s company. It was the last thing he wanted to do.

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❛ tho' you are so far away , you are e'er endeared to my heart . bon anniversaire . yr obt svt . ❜ a parcel , wrapped in gilt & imperial blue . within is a set of pistols , illustriously appointed , with side - plating of engraved gold . he had them dispatched to the general months prior , & would be overjoyed to learn of their timely arrival .

come and wish this old fart a happy birthday!!

@mndes

he settles down at his desk on this fine new york morning; old bones aching as he acknowledges the servant who delivered the package to him with a nod. it was fairly large, with beautiful blue wrapping. on top, a piece of parchment, with the marquis’ familiar handwriting on it. he picks up the note, and a smile appears upon lips. his heart swells with excitement then, and just a touch of fondness for the young man. in a short time, he has the wrapping stripped from the package, in shrouds around it as he gently lifts one of the pistols from the box. a gasp is emitted, he never would have expected something like this from his dear friend. the gesture brought tears to his eyes. for, gazing upon this extravagant gift and the writing upon the page, his mind wandered back to the war, when the young du motier was here, with him. instead of across the sea, where he surely belonged.

as soon as he relieved himself from the memory-induced fog, he set down the pistol back in its place and set the box and wrapping aside. fetching a fresh piece of parchment and inking his quill thoroughly, he began to pen back a letter to the young man; a smile upon the good President’s lips for the first time in a fortnight.

‘My dear Lafayette, it is with great pleasure and surprise that I receive your wonderful gift. I shall definitely be sure to put them to good use as soon as possible. I admit, I do miss your company most ardently, as of late. It is not the same without your smile or your disposition a few feet away. You did not have to indulge me in this way, but then again, I suppose you were never one to shy away from such things, were you?

Still, my dear boy, I appreciate everything you have done for me, in the war and in this current time. You are forever etched into my mind and heart; I do not think I could ever forget you.

Yours sincerely,

#mndes #█ ▌|| RELUCTANTLY PRESIDENTIAL -- ( main verse. )#[ LISTEN HE GOT SO EMO (and alil gayokaywoops) ]#[ NICE JOB LAF U MADE HIM CRY ]#[ im crying tho thiS IS JUST SO ]#[ poST THIS ON MY GRAVE ]

nelly places a wrapped package onto his desk, right on top of the paperwork he's currently working on. ❝ no working today, grandpa. ❞ she smiles, crossing her arms over her chest. ❝ come on, it's your birthday !! happy birthday !! ❞

come wish this old fart a happy birthday!!!!

❝ you know how i feel about my birthday, nelly. ❞ still, he couldn’t say NO to her. ever. so he lets out a sigh and sits back in his chair, setting down his pen and phone and picking up the package, giving it a little shake. ❝ do i get a hint? ❞

#sentimentsofesteem #█ ▌|| ᴬᴹᴱᴿᴵᶜᴬ'ˢ ᶠᴵᴿˢᵀ ᶠᴬᴹᴵᴸʸ ⁻⁻ ( main modern verse. )#█ ▌|| ˢᴼᵁᵀᴴᴱᴿᴺ ˢᴱᴺᴬᵀᴼᴿ ⁻⁻ ( alt. modern verse. )#[ puTTING IN BOTH BC I CAN ]#[ buT ALSO THIS IS CUTE ]#[ sorry ur grandpa is a gRUMPY GILLS NELLY ]

drawinggheys

heard it was washingdad’s birthday today~ sO HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!

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avenoire

i heard its the General’s Birthday today! (click it!)

#█ ▌|| ᴾᴿᴵᴰᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴹᵀ. ⱽᴱᴿᴺᴼᴺ ⁻⁻ ( visage. )#[ OOH THI S IS SO COOL ]#[ IM CRYING THO ITS MY BABYS BIRTHDAY ]

diispositions:

picture it : from the walls hung streamers of blue & white & red. balloons tied neatly to the chairs at the table, and ten presents, meticulously wrapped, so that they matched the ambiance, lay sitting on top of one another, a great pyramid of paper & boxes. eagerly the woman bobs beside her work. she’s beaming. martha loves birthdays.

& today was george’s birthday.

her heels click together, a lip is bitten, a smile breaks through. as soon as he walks through the door, an exclamation of adoration will take place ! “ surprise ! ” she’ll shout, though that’s if she can contain her laugh, which is quite doubtful. “ i love you and happy ! birthday !! ”

@vcnerated // happy birthday old man !

he KNOWS he can’t stop martha from decorating, OR celebrating his birthday. no matter HOW MUCH he tells her not to. still, when he walks through the corridor and sees the balloons, streamers, and presents situated around the room, he can’t help but break into a smile.

george wasn’t paying attention to the gifts, oh no; he was making his way across the room to scoop up his wife in his arms. after a few kisses to her face, he sets her down gently and leaves an arm around her waist; looking around to marvel at her handiwork.