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John Andre
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TURNsgiving2025 - Day 7 - Memes (tags from @ao3tagoftheday)
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Turn: Washington's Spies (2014-2017)
A farmer and his childhood friends form a group of spies called the Culper Ring, which causes a reversal in the direction of events of the American Revolutionary War.
Every now and again, you come across a show that you knew you should have watched when it was on, but then it turns out to be a blessing in disguise because now you get to binge-watch it! This is a fantastic and very well-done series that also ended on a high. I cannot recommend it enough. If you like period costume dramas, history, or spy stories, then you will absolutely love it. If you are going to watch something this week or soon, then make it this one. You won't regret it!
@honorhearted @cavalrylad
Turn Incorrect Quote:
@avictimofthejazz @honorhearted @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins @templetonpeckcangetit
Philomena Cheer: Okay, help me please!
Face/Ben/Rogers/Andre: Got two words for you.
Mena: I bet they won't be helpful.
Face/Ben/Rogers/Andre: Your problem.
Mena: I was right
Why am I just now getting around to watching season 4 of Turn?
Still can't stand Arnold but is that really a surprise, especially with how he treats Peggy?
Not to mention, every time Andre is spoken about, it hurts. As a history lover, I knew his hanging was coming but doesn't mean I want to accept it. I'm all for an AU for Andre x Peggy!
Meeting John André Would Include...
You would meet André maybe at a gala or at the theater, or when you’re taking a turn about the garden
But it wouldn’t matter, because you would LITERALLY stop dead in your tracks
John André had a bit of a reputation around Philadelphia, but you wouldn’t care, regardless of where you were a Loyalist or not
Because he’s just so damn beautiful. Like, stop immediately talking to the person your with, drop your bag, handkerchief, whatever, type of beautiful.
But so are you, after all, he stopped to notice you as well
And maybe he walks over, a smirk on his face, watching your every move as you pretend to not stare at him
You wrestle with your mind to turn back around and head the other direction or keep on walking, but you are powerless to the strong gaze he holds on you
“I beg your pardon,” He world say, “Have I passed you by before? Or seen you in the area?”
Maybe he had seen you, or you had noticed him before. He was the kind of person who was hard to forget, but you shake your head, and squeak out a, “No.”
“Impossible,” He would step back on his heels before bending low, taking your hand to kiss it gently as he bowed. You can feel the smile on his lips even as they scald your skin, even as you feel branded by his touch, “I would have noticed your presence.”
You blush. Maybe the person beside you clears their throat or gives you a sideways glance, they break your attention away from the attractive major.
“Are you always quite this forthcoming, Major André?” You cast your friend a sideways glance, regaining some of your composure, and half of the wit you were known for
He casts a wicked smile in your direction, “Ahh, so you have heard of me.”
You chuckle at his charm, “Half the eligible people of Philadelphia have heard of you, Major. You seem to be quite a popular topic these days.”
He blows you away, even in such small interactions. His intelligence and charm are unmatched, and rightfully so.
“Then you have discussed me?” He would ask, coy and composed.
You know you have, but you would never dare to admit such a thing. You knew what he looked like - most of the time he was dressed in the snappy uniform of a redcoat, but oh, the other moments when he was dressed in a flowing white shirt and tight breeches.
“Only, perhaps, in passing,” You responded, just as coy.
There was a knowing glance between the two of you, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a bayonet.
Let the games begin, you thought. Major André had met his match.
author’s note: let me know what you might want to see next! requests are open.