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Hey this is so random but your blog came up on my recommended to follow and I find solace in the fact that im not the only one that got into turn too late djkfghla i want to talk to people about it but i feel like its come and gone, so thank you for your service

there are still a handful of people who are semi-active when it comes to turn!! i actually answered an ask about it here. and i'm glad my blog was able to bring you some solace on the topic!

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frustrated by the fact that the turn comics are nowhere to be found? well, you’re in luck, because i’ve managed to track down copies of both!

turn: origins (courtesy of @scientistowengottlieb-newtkelly)

turn: rivals

both are in pdf formatting; have fun!

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just getting into Turn and trying to find blogs to follow, and I love how everyone is just obsessed with Ben (also if you have any good blogs I could follow I'd really love some recs!!)

hmmm let’s see if i can remember some recs for you...... @culper-spymaster @ben-tallmadge-rage @ben-tallmadges-fluffy-hair @tallmadgeandtea @enchi-elm @calebbrewster and @ladytp-annex all post turn content or have turn content in their archives—i’m trying to think of other (semi)active turn blogs but i’m drawing a blank so if anyone has any recs feel free to add on

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hello and welcome it’s time for a fic rec list

meet me under the bleachers (IBoatedHere, t) - 32kish of angst, pining, and some fluff. i don’t normally read highschool aus but this one is too good to pass up. also check out the rest of the series

pales in comparison to love (armyofbees, g) - 17k, contemplative, lots of emotions. i’d suggest reading with a snack or a warm cup of something to drink because it will get to you and you’ll need the comfort.

bewitching precision (Lucyemers, g) - 2k, coda fic. lots of emotions. basically caleb shaves ben. it’s about the trust.

a-roundin’ third and headed for home (iceberry, t) - 11k, townhull bickering and pining. i know i’ve rec’d this before but it literally makes me go insane. i don’t know anything about baseball but it’s so so good.

give me arms to pray with (instead of ones that hold too tightly) (ASheepsLife, t) - 4k. ben spends a lot of the fic introspecting, but it really works with how it’s written. also there’s bed-sharing.

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everyone’s favourite quaker

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have you ever wanted to know inconsequential information about your favourite show? well then you’ve come to the right place, because i’ve compiled a datasheet on the length and viewership of all the episodes of amc’s turn.

SEASON ONE:

max episode length: ~64.73min min episode length: ~42.92min median episode length: ~43.03min average episode length: ~45.22min standard deviation: ~20.57min

max viewership: 2.12mil min viewership: 1.08mil average viewership: 1.439mil standard deviation: ~0.9953mil

SEASON TWO:

max episode length: ~47.13min min episode length: 42.95min median episode length: ~43.06min average episode length: ~43.89min standard deviation: ~4.35min

max viewership: 0.93mil min viewership: 0.59mil median viewership: 0.795mil average viewership: 0.778mil standard deviation: ~0.33mil

SEASON THREE:

max episode length: 45.95min min episode length: ~42.57min median episode length: 43.075min average episode length: ~43.64min standard deviation: ~3.40min

max viewership: 0.67mil min viewership: 0.46mil median viewership: 0.585mil average viewership: 0.565mil standard deviation: ~0.20mil

SEASON FOUR:

max episode length: ~54.47min min episode length: 41.85min median episode length: 43.025min average episode length: 44.83min standard deviation: ~11.80min

max viewership: 0.75mil min viewership: 0.55mil median viewership: 0.645mil average viewership: 0.643mil standard deviation: ~0.16mil

OVERALL AVERAGES:

average max episode length: ~45.22min average min episode length: ~43.64min average median episode length: ~44.36min average average episode length: ~44.40min average standard deviation: ~1.30min

average max viewership: 1.439mil average min viewership: 0.565mil average median viewership: ~0.711mil average average viewership: ~0.856mil average standard deviation: ~0.69mil

here’s the full doccument

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@gloriatownsend asked: what if jpeg ended up happy and lawfully married... haha.. jk.. unless? 😳

The irony of it all is that he’s in civilian clothing. Even in his own home, he keeps in military dress to a degree.

Well. Except around Peggy. The vulnerability it causes isn’t something he relishes—so perhaps it’s fitting that, on his first and only on field spying endeavour, he’s been caught in civilian clothing, vulnerable in so many ways.

The end, he knows, is coming—Arnold, the tainted son, the traitor, has escaped, according to the gossip from those guarding the cabin he’s being held in.

His muscle ache; and he thanks the lord that it is not winter, or he would be in a far sorrier state; but as it is, when the door to the cabin opens, the flash of a cloak and blue uniform urging him to stand, he finds he almost topples, and has to steady himself on the wall.

“Major André.”

“I would say it’s a pleasure, but, well,” he gestures broadly to indicate the situation at hand; smiles wanly. “May I enquire as to who you are, sir?”

The man—slightly shorter than him, with long, wavy blonde hair pulled back neatly in a queue fastened with a black ribbon—regards him with interest. “Major Ben Tallmadge,” he says, and offers his gloved hand. “Your American counterpart, if you will.”

“Ah.” John’s smile turns genuine. “I’ve heard much about you, Major. You are quite the presence.”

“The General is deliberating as to your fate,” Tallmadge says, bluntly. “I have asked him to consider requesting a trade with the British—you for Arnold—, but I am uncertain if it will be regarded with anything but a brief thought.”

That surprises him; and his fingers, tapping against his leg, still. “A...trade?” He would protest it, but after speaking with Arnold in person, after realising this is whom Peggy is to be married to, he finds himself amenable to the idea even with the amount of time he poured into baiting and reeling Arnold in.

Tallmadge nods. “I...” He pauses. “It may be ungentlemanly to admit, but...I wish him to be punished. You, at least, are loyal to your cause—that, I can respect, though you fight for a king. Arnold—” He halts; as if the name pains him, before continuing. “Arnold is a turncoat. A traitor. That, I cannot ever forgive, no matter how I may once have admired him.”

John blinks. “I...thank you?” he tries; not sure if that’s appropriate; slightly lost for the first time in years. Peggy would call it charming.

Tallmadge gives a curt nod. “Until then, I’ll make sure you are treated with the respect and decency accorded to an officer of your rank—”

The door creaks open yet again; this time to reveal a short, wild-haired, bearded man. “Ben,” he greets; immediately stepping to take a spot next to, and almost leaning into, Tallmadge.

“Ca—Lieutenant Brewster,” Tallmadge correct himself; gaze off of John for the first time since entering the cabin, instead fixed wholly on the Lieutenant. “What are you doing here?”

Brewster shoots him a dark look. “Makin’ certain as to you not being hurt,” he says.

“Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m a Major,” Tallmadge rebuffs, but gently. “I’m hardly untrained to handle myself should a dangerous situation arise.”

Brewster gives him a flat look. “I’m not leaving.” They stare at each other intently until Tallmadge finally breaks the contract and mutters a sullen fine.

Ah, John thinks, suddenly. They remind him of Peggy and himself.

“I thank you for your efforts,” John said, after waiting a beat; and both men’s attentions turn to him. Brewster’s gaze is suspicious, but Tallmadge seems almost relieved. John suspects that most of the king’s officers he interacts with are not nearly so polite.

Tallmadge nods; and ushers Brewster out of the cabin, leaving the Major alone.

True to Tallmadge’s words, John is treated decently, even by the enlisted men, who he can tell don’t like him much. Two days after he’s captured, the door opens to reveal not someone bringing his meal, but rather, Major Tallmadge.

This time, he stands more steadily. “Major.” He takes a breath. “Is it to be the firing squad, or the rope?”

Tallmadge shakes his head. “Neither.”

“What?”

He knows what it means, of course; but he’s so surprised he’s at a loss for words. Tallmadge seems to understand. “General Clinton agreed to trade Arnold to us in exchange for your safe return. You will be returning to New York.”

Relief crashes over John—unexpected, holy relief. He shall live to see Peggy again.

He finds himself nodding weakly. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

Tallmadge escorts him out of the cabin and to where Lieutenant Brewster is waiting with three horses. Brewster leans in to say something to Tallmadge before he hands over the reins to the dappled grey mare.

The ride to neutral territory is uneventful; and they meet Arnold’s escort at a pre-determined clearing in the woods. Arnold’s been subdued, but John can tell that it was a struggle; and his glare is furious; snarl distorted by the gag in his mouth. They must have gotten tired of his shouting, John thinks wanly.

Brewster and Tallmadge handle him well, though; and John watches them for a moment after exchanging the horse he’s riding for the one Arnold was on. Tallmadge, he thinks, may be slightly more harsh with Arnold than is strictly necessary, but John doesn’t comment on it.

The first thing John does when he gets back to York city is write Peggy a letter explaining what happened. The second thing he does is resign his commission.

Clinton isn’t pleased; but for once, John cannot find it in himself to care, especially when, the next day, he opens the door to find Peggy beaming at him. “John!” she cries, and, in an uncharacteristic display, throws her arms around him.

He finds himself smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt. “Peggy,” he murmurs.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” Peggy says, as she pulls away. “Oh, John, I was so afraid—” she stops, eyes glassy. “I was so afraid I would never see you again.”

“I’m here,” he assures, “I’m right here.”

Her smile widens, and John says, without thinking, “Elope with me. We can go to Canada, live a normal life. It won’t be as glamorous as your life here but—”

“Yes.”

He stares at her. “Yes,” she says, again, more firmly. “Yes, John, my answer is—my answer will always be yes.” And then she tugs him back against her and kisses him.

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ben should kiss the top of caleb’s head. as a treat.