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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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hair headcanons

Various TURN! X reader

how good or bad are our boys at braiding and styling hair, and would they ever let you have a go at theirs?

For having a few sisters, Nathan Hale is average at the subject. He can do a basic braid, and definitely knows how to tie a ponytail, but anything else…he’s consulting a book or tutorial. He enjoys running his fingers through your hair, gently prying away any knots they may have come your way. and of course you can brush his hair, he actually really likes it when you do so. give him a few baby braids to frame his face and he’ll leave them there for a day or two.

Benjamin Tallmadge has no idea what you’re asking of him. He can do a very basic braid on his own hair, but good luck getting him to even attempt it on you without having a bunch of knots. he likes to comb your hair after a shower, you never ask him to, but he always finds you to do it. Ben likes to think even though it’s typically a moment of silence, it’s full of so much love. He’d never ask you to brush his hair, but sometimes you surprise him rounding a corner with his brush, and he’ll never object.

I’d like to think Caleb Brewster sometimes goes a bit without brushing his hair, and when he finally remembers after a few days, you’re chasing him with a comb to try and get it before it’s too late. It’s not that he’s unhygienic he’s just…Caleb. He probably runs his fingers through it in the shower and calls that a comb. Yet he LOVES to brush and braid your hair, he likes it in the morning when it has that soft wave to it. He’s actually pretty good at it, they’re tight and they don’t need to be redone after a little while.

Yeah…no. George Washington has no idea how to do anything that’s even remotely close to a braid, but, some of his favorite moments is when you offer to brush out the knots that have made their way into his ponytail throughout the day. He, in turn, will return the favor. He’s not vain, of course you can touch his hair, he’ll probably grumble about his grey it is, but you just wave him off. You know that if you don’t do this, he will defy neglect the act if drowned in work

Marquis de Lafayette definitely can braid, and damn I definitely think he’s the best at it. Plaits, Dutch, French, he’s very good at them, and he can do them pretty fast. Like Nathan, he enjoys running his fingers through your hair, it’s a symbol of affection, especially if he does it subconsciously sometimes. If you are ever just sitting next to him with your hair down, he’s all over you and you can’t help but bob your head yes. You don’t even have to ask to play with his hair, so he says, but you always do, and you are always surprised by just how soft it is. He likes it when you braid his ponytail, he’ll definitely leave it in as long as he can.

Ensign Thomas Baker knows next to nothing. he definitely knows how to put his own hair up, and he probably could replicate it if you needed an extra pair of hands to put yours in a ponytail, but that’s about it. He’d love it if you taught him how to braid, he thinks it looks so pretty, especially on you. sure, you can do his hair! he’d probably take anything out (barrettes or clips) before he left, but if you braid his hair, he’d definitely going to leave it in! And if you try and take it out, saying it looks bad or you missed a strand, he’ll likely run away from you so you don’t stand a chance of touching it. He loves it.

The grumpiest of all, Alexander Hamilton, will definitely not partake in any of your styling, so he says. it’s cause he’s a busy, or he doesn’t want to, or whatever nonsense he’s come up with for the day. So instead, you walk up behind his desk and take his hair band out, and just as he spins to glower at you, you’re brushing his red locks and he can’t help but melt at the touch. In rarer moments of affection, he will definitely comb your hair out after a bath, or if you are unwell. He’s an emotionally constipated gremlin, just kiss his cheek and tell him to relax. he’s really bad at braids though, don’t expect that of him-your hair will be in knots before very long.

[a/n: took a short break today and decided to work on some headcanons :) ]

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #nathan hale #benjamin tallmadge #caleb brewster #george washington #marquis de lafayette #ensign baker #alexander hamilton

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viola-ophelia · 1 year

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Turn marching band au

my high school didn't have a marching band, just a regular band, and i wasn't in it (i was an athlete LOL) so this is based off of my one year of experience in sixth-grade band haha. (i played the clarinet btw, in case that's relevant)

washington is the exhausted band director

ben plays the trumpet. why? idk, it seems like his vibe

caleb is DEFINITELY percussion

anna seems like a clarinet kinda gal... first chair, of course

abe plays something dumb like the triangle just to get the class credit

john andre plays the flute, ofc! (and every other instrument. he's a theatre kid, he gets the solos)

hewlett plays the piano VERY enthusiastically

simcoe isn't even in the band but is at every rehearsal for mysterious reasons

abigail plays the bass clarinet. she's underrated like her instrument, but lowkey carries every song

peggy isn't in the band. she does ~choir~

robert townsend plays the sax. he's cool like that

mary plays the oboe and is surprisingly girlboss at it

robert rogers plays the flute only because john andre also plays the flute and he wants to bother and stalk him

benedict arnold plays the trombone. he thinks he should get every solo, but he is wrong (and no one wants to hear a trombone solo anyway!)

lafayette plays the FRENCH horn (LOOOL)

hamilton plays the trumpet and talks ben's ear off about politics every rehearsal

baker plays the bassoon, because no one else wanted to and he took one for the team

and richard woodhull is that One Annoying Parent who spams washington with meddlesome emails about how abe should have gotten every solo

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vmpirevnom · 2 years

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I’m sick so I’m not at school rn. Anyway-

#turn washington's spies #turn amc #ben tallmadge #john andre #amrev #abe woodhull #benjamin tallmadge #caleb brewster #john graves simcoe #american revolution #ensign baker #peggy shippen #george washington #Robert Rogers

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lyledebeast · 1 year

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Fathers, Sons, and Imperialism in Turn and The Patriot

It’s interesting that between these two narratives about the American Revolution there are three British characters from three different social classes, with three different problems that all, somehow, have the same solution: military service. And in each case, the British Army provides for the character in a way his father could or would not. William Tavington joined the army because his father “squandered” the wealth he was meant to inherit. Edmund Hewlett joined because the trade embargo the Continental Congress enacted in 1775 nearly bankrupted his father. Ensign Baker never knew his sailor father, grew up in an orphanage, and joined up because the Army needed healthy young men even if no one else wanted them. That military service is treated as a catch-all solution goes to show how imbued with imperialism 18th C society was at every level.

Of course, it turns out to be a very poor solution for all three characters. Tavington and Baker are both dead by the ends of their stories, and Hewlett comes near death many times, often at British hands, and is forced into one morally untenable situation after another, which nearly breaks him. Their similarities end here, though, because while Baker and Hewlett are presented as sympathetic men who are doing their best to do what they see as right, Tavington is presented as the ultimate evil. For a movie that is just under three hours, it has an extremely brief resolution. Benjamin Martin stabs Tavington to death, delivers a voice-over monologue that fast forwards to the end of the war when he and his new bride/old sister in law find the house Tavington burned being rebuilt. Martin’s job is much easier than Turn protagonist Abe Woodhull’s. While Martin only has to kill one man and fix what can be fixed of the problems he caused, Woodhull has to uproot the effects of imperialism, including in his own father’s beliefs and values.

Of course, Turn has more room for nuance in four seasons than The Patriot has in three hours, but there is a deeper difference at work here. The reason Turn can afford sympathetic British characters is that it presents imperialism itself as the ultimate evil. Part of the reason Richard Woodhull clings so stubbornly to the British empire is that he recalls a time when it did defend his community from the Dutch and the Iroquois. Abraham has no success in convincing his father until the community, and Abraham himself specifically, come under British attack in the form of Captain Simcoe.

The major antagonist of the series, Simcoe is also the character who most effectively represents the evils of imperialism: While Tavington and (presumably) Baker are from England and Hewlett is from Scotland, Simcoe has never been to Great Britain. He is the son of a British surgeon who suffocated in the infamous Black Hole of Calcutta. By far the most enthusiastic soldier in the series, he sees it as his personal mission to “remind” colonials throughout the empire that their homes “belong to our king,” in Ghana and the Caribbean before he was stationed in Long Island. As much as he is an advocate of imperialism, though, Simcoe is its victim as much as Hewlett and Baker. In Simcoe’s final scene in the series, General Clinton offers him an appointment in upper Canada, citing the effects of the wound Simcoe received in his last encounter with Woodhull as preventing the wartime appointment he wants. Violence has been such a staple of his life that he is deeply bewildered by the thought of operating in a British colony where the only enemy to be subdued is the weather.

Regardless of narrative length, presenting Simcoe as an agent of imperialism, the true evil, makes more sense than presenting Tavington as the main enemy to be defeated, not least because no one man could possibly have all the power The Patriot attributes to him. The movie’s original tagline invites the audience to see Martin as having no choice but to take up arms against the British in response to Tavington’s actions, and the movie’s producer describes General Cornwallis as “a victim” of Tavington’s seduction. The idea that only Tavington has any volition in this story is ridiculous. Cornwallis has the ability to restrain him and does retrain him for the entire middle of the movie. Martin has the ability to take his grievances against Tavington to Cornwallis before he massacres the British soldiers in the woods, and even after that he has a militia full of trackers and “excellent marksmen” who could eliminate Tavington. They choose to not do these things. There are numerous Watsonian and Doylist explanation for this, but the one I’m most interested in here is that the story needs a villain, and that villain cannot be imperialism because the movie’s protagonists have spent too much time enforcing and benefitting from it themselves.

While Turn is a story about children pushing back against the patriarchy of imperialism--both figurative and, in Abe’s case, literal--The Patriot is a story about fathers. A number of the fathers in The Patriot are also veterans of the French and Indian War, known as the Seven Years War in Europe, a global conflict between the British and French Empires. While Abe’s freedoms are palpably restricted--he can’t even have an extramarital affair in his own home without the British walking in!--The Patriot’s fathers chafe against what they see as ingratitude for their service in preserving Britain’s empire. “I lost a leg fighting for King George, and now he cuts off my other leg with his taxes!” Mr. Howard complains near the start of the movie. Of course, he has more to complain about when Tavington arrives and visits the same brutal treatment on him and his family that colonial forces under Benjamin Martin had visited on the Cherokees during the last war. Well, not quite the same. Tavington does not use pieces of his victims as bargaining chips or incentivize murder with a scalp bounty.

The narrative seeks to balance Martin’s past actions with his current feelings about what he has done, but those feelings do not diminish the concrete rewards he continues to enjoy owing to the exact same set of actions. Gabriel Martin tells us that all his life, men have bought his father drinks because of Fort Wilderness; he does not mention his father refusing to drink them. Men choose to fight for Benjamin Martin because of Fort Wilderness. His house is being rebuilt for him on land he took from the Cherokees by committing atrocities at Fort Wilderness. The wages of imperialist violence have served him well.

It seems worth noting that while Martin’s arc ends with him killing a British soldier, in some respects, Abe Woodhull’s begins in the same way. He makes several attempts to resist or give up spying in season one, but Baker’s death is the action from which there is no going back. When his wife Mary asks him if Baker’s death meant nothing, he replies, “It meant everything!” He ends his explanation to her by declaring “I will not stop until every king’s man goes back to England.” His choice of words is interesting here. He took no pleasure in killing Baker and he does not want to kill British soldiers in the future; he just wants them out of his home. Obviously, his views evolve a great deal over the next three seasons, but ultimately he does not lose sight of what the real enemy is. Whether it is Baker’s untimely sense of honor or the best chance he ever gets to kill Simcoe, Abe is not going to let one British soldier stop him from doing what he believes is right.

There is a degree of understanding for British soldiers as people in the young patriots of Turn that is completely foreign to the fathers of The Patriot. One pervasive example is that the preferred moniker for such soldiers in Turn is “bloodyback.” Having lived in British-occupied Long Island, the young patriots are all too aware of how that term originated, and as the audience we see several floggings of British soldiers administered by British officers. Imperialism harms its enforcers, not just those whom it subjugates. Meanwhile, the moniker used in The Patriot is “redcoat:” ironic given how many characters have donned “red coats” themselves in the not so distant past.

The fathers in both stories are afflicted not so much by poor memories as by short-sightedness. Like Benjamin Martin, Richard Woodhull is a supporter of imperialism until it threatens the life of his son, but he catches a lot more criticism for his choices throughout the series than Martin ever does. “You’re a businessman, and you think the British are a safe bet,” Mary chides him before encouraging him to prioritize his family over his politics, as she has done. He only takes her advice when Abe has a rope around his neck, having clung so tightly to the benefits of imperialism that he very nearly loses his only son. In this story, it is the children of independence who guide their imperialist fathers, showing them that change is possible. Meanwhile, the valorization of Martin’s gains through imperialist violence in The Patriot assures the audience that no change was necessary to win the fight for independence. Small wonder that movie came to enjoy such popularity during the second Bush administration.

#the patriot #turn: washington's spies #imperialism #fathers and sons #abraham woodhull #benjamin martin #edmund hewlett #ensign baker #william tavington #john graves simcoe #jesus so many characters in this meta!#richard woodhull

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hmsannlett · 1 year

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#turn amc #turn: washington's spies #john andre #john graves simcoe #edmund hewlett #ensign baker #caleb brewster #there is a correct answer to this one btw

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melancholyromance · 1 month

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#ensign baker #thomas keegan #turn: washington's spies #this scene was impossibly dark #so if they’re ugly #blame the lighting department #l.r. gifs #my gifs

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book-em-dano · 10 months

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Turn Week Day 3: Favorite Villain

My favorite villain is Akinbode. He's so sweet to Abigail and Cicero. The only reason I say he's a villain is because he's a queens ranger. If he doesn't count as a villain then Baker is my favorite. He's a cinnamon roll that just happens to be on the wrong side.

#turn week #turn week 2023 #turn washington's spies #turn: washington's spies #turn amc #amc turn #turn #turn: washingtons spies #Akinbode #ensign baker

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annastrxng · 2 years

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#Anna Strong #Ensign Baker #Abraham Woodhull #Cicero

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macaron-n-cheese · 1 year

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New pfp!

It's Ensign Baker!

(I hope I don't get shadow banned again for a pfp change)

#turn washington's spies #turn: washingtons spies #ensign baker

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knowltonsrangers · 4 months

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infigo [pt. 2]

Ensign Thomas Baker x reader // bookstore au

[part one]

Writing the paper should have become the easiest part, once the books were in your possession. The resources were all at your disposal, yet, every time you opened up your notes and computer, nothing seemed to come to fruition.

As a senior in college, writing a short history paper should be akin to nothing. You've written more on math assignments, for crying out loud.

Mindless daydreams seemed to take control of your thoughts, shuffling papers around your desk as your eyes drifted to the book on your bed. The one that Thomas had so kindly slipped into the bag the other day.

About halfway through the novel, you couldn't have been happier to have some sort of distraction, albeit an encouragement of procrastination. It was a simple gesture that had your heart racing in your chest every moment you thought of the interaction. It was so incredibly kind of him to help you, let alone gift you a book.

He must be incredibly observant, to notice how you just simply glanced at the cover before walking back to the front of the store.

"Hm,"

The bookstore was only a short walk away, a location that seemingly went unnoticed your first few times down that street. It was its own hole in the wall, but a lovely one at that, a secret you'd be hesitant to share. Your gaze moves to the window in front of you, a test of your eagerness being thrust upon you just by the rain.

The bell taunts him once more, a bought of terrible weather raging as the door all but slams open, enough that with a heavy sigh, he stands to close for the day.

No one in their right mind would venture out in this storm, and it was possibly doing more harm than good allowing the door to keep flinging open like that.

It's an short walk to the front, and just as he begins fishing around his jean pockets for his keys, he nearly stumbles over his own two feet to see a figure trudging through inches-deep water.

"Surprise?"

He's rendered speechless for a short moment, before shaking his head and gently yanking you inside, closing the door. Finally finding his keys, he locks the door so it would be just the two of you, and the two of you alone.

"I really didn't think it was that bad, or else I wouldn't have come. I think it got worse on my way here,"

Thomas just stares, eyes a bit wide as he takes in your appearance, a red raincoat actually dripping onto the blue carpet. Not that he cares about that, he cares that you're soaked to the bone and worried that he's upset with you.

He is, but only because you’ll probably get sick-not that he isn’t happy to see you, he is, very much so. But how could he ever say that? He and you hardly know each other, but your friendly and kind personality is just so endearing that he couldn't ever stand to see you so disappointed.

"I would hope so,"

Finally regaining his senses, Thomas breathlessly laughs, coming to stand behind you as he peels your coat from your shoulders. Then, he sighs in relief as your upper half is not as drenched as your bottom. He hangs your jacket on a rack next to the door.

"Did you need another reference for your paper? How is it going, by the way?" You hum in thanks, pushing some hair that was stuck to your forehead away from your eyes.

"Oh, aha, about that..."

Something twists in his stomach, a twinge of guilt first that he wasn’t as helpful as he thought he was.

"I actually came by to thank you. The paper...yeah, it's coming along, but really, the books were a huge help."

Relief floods his shoulders once more, before analyzing the rest of your statement.

"You're very welcome, y/n, of course. But I'm positive you didn't come all this way just to thank me-" He just hopes you can't hear how loud his heart is. Lord knows its the only thing he can hear right now.

"And to thank you for that book! You most certainly did not have to do that, I've been reading it since I've left here,"

A smile spreads across his face, cheeks beginning to hurt.

"It would be a fair assumption that you've done little of your work, and have been spending your time reading?"

You blush, the toe of your rain boot dragging against the carpet in slight protest.

"All right, yeah. You caught me."

You giggle as his smile brightens, a laugh on his lips as well.

"I am so glad to hear that you're enjoying it. Though, not too proud of myself for making you neglect your work."

"It's a small price for such a excellent novel. Not your fault anyways, I am always getting distracted."

A small lull forms, and just as you go to suggest maybe you should head back, his eyes catch your bag. Shrugging off all of his fear to attempt to be forward, he shakily asks:

"Did you bring your work with you?" "Oh? Yes, I was planning on heading to the library on my way back from here."

Your nose twitches.

"Though, it'll probably be the opposite of a library, especially during finals week. So noisy."

Thomas swallows thickly and gives the chance the most he's willing to muster.

"I was planning on closing for the day, y/n. The store is yours to work on your paper, if you would like."

He watches the way your jaw unhinges slightly as if he just offered you a hundred dollars.

"You have already done way too much for me, absolutely not-!"

"You have a quiet space, shelves of historical resources, and a bachelor's in American history at your immediate disposal. What more could you ask for?"

He doesn't miss your eyes lighting up.

"You were a history major? Oh, well now we're best friends, Thomas!"

Thomas laughs, and you can't help the way your cheeks warm at the sight. He was just so incredibly gentle and kindhearted, that you were certain that it would be no easy feat to leave the confines of the store if you chose to stay.

"You don’t have to. And are you sure it's okay? Seriously, the last thing I would want to do is impose,"

"I only graduated last year, y/n," He smiles, gesturing with his hand to the front desk, trailing right behind you as you approach it.

"I think I've still got it in me. And you could never impose, y/n, really. I want to help you,"

Sliding the stool over to you, you hop onto it, and he disappears into the back for a moment, but returns with a mismatched chair, pulling it over next to you.

Happily, you unpack your bag–computer, notebook, and lastly, the books.

"Want to see how far I got?" You jest, tone clearly sarcastic, but Thomas blindly nods.

"I'd love to."

And when you open your laptop, the both of you are met with a laughable blank document, not even your name or course atop the sheet.

"Oh, y/n..."

"I'm a pretty bad procrastinator. I like to call times like these desperate measures, but it seems all my small detours led me to the right place."

In the mismatched furniture, the two of you sat relatively at the same height, Thomas still just a bit taller than you. It was easy to meet his gaze here, behind the desk, and you felt a bit more courageous than before.

"You must be really good at math, then."

More laughter echoes, as hours pass in a mere blur, chattering amongst yourselves as you type away. It almost felt like twenty minutes had gone by, when your phone buzzes, signaling that someone was looking for you.

"Oh, it's four already?"

The both of you look up to the clock on the opposite wall, confirming that the time was in fact three fifty-eight.

"I take it then that it's time to wrap this up?"

You nod glumly, a small pout upon your lips as Thomas begins marking pages and closing over books.

"You're nearly done, y/n. Another paragraph and a proofread, and that's all it needs." "I'm not bummed about that,"

If you could describe his face in one word, it would be confused.

"Wait, let me back up. I am eternally grateful for everything, you literally just sat with me for hours assisting in a paper when you absolutely did not need to." You take a breath.

"So thank you, Thomas. I literally could not have done it without you."

"You're always welcome around here, no matter the circumstance. I am always happy to help." Your nose wrinkles, a smile toying on your lips. He senses what you mean before you continue, but allows you the floor to say it, even though you needn’t to.

"You'll have to tell me your favorite cookie, so I can bake for you sometime. But, ah, the reason I am so terribly bummed out is because this means it is goodbye, at least for now."

Loneliness was a feeling that Thomas knew a little too well, and while he was disappointed alongside you, he hoped it had meant he would have your visits to look forward to.

"Well, maybe physically, but I think given the circumstances that your paper isn't finished, maybe I can offer this,"

He grabs a piece of scrap paper from the desk drawer, scooping up a pen and scribbling some numbers across the surface.

"In case you get stuck with that last paragraph." He winks, and you take the paper gingerly, holding it to your chest as if you were safeguarding it.

"You are an absolute gem, you know that?"

"Anytime."

When you gather your things, Thomas moves to the front window, happy to see that the weather has let up, miraculously so. Just some grey clouds overhead, but the rain had dissipated for now. He grabs your coat off the rack, as you slip something atop the desk, hopeful he doesn't see it until you've left.

"Is it okay if I swing by tomorrow?"

Helping you into your coat, you look up at him expectingly.

"Of course, I'm open tomorrow."

"Okay, great!”

Slinging your bag onto your shoulder, he unlocks the door for you, holding it open as you venture outside.

"Oh, I almost forgot!"

You beckon him to you, and thinking nothing of it, he leans down, just enough that your arms latch around his neck, squeezing him into a hug that makes his whole face beam red.

"Thank you, very much,"

"Anytime. I’m just glad somebody finally got use out of those books,”

He manages to get out, arms coming to your waist to hug you gently in return.

"I'll see you soon!"

And just like that, the door closes over, nearly on his nose as he stands there, as if he couldn't just believe what happened.

"I need to-" He turns, eyes catching the white envelope on the front desk, immediately grabbing his attention.

Written on the front in perfect cursive read 'Thomas', and he's positive this time, that his heart skipped a beat.

[a/n: this is 1.8k words. how. how did this get so long.]

#sul writes #turn amc #amc turn #turn washingtons spies #turn washington's spies #turn: washington's spies #ensign baker headcanons #ensign baker imagine #ensign baker x reader #ensign baker #turn ensign baker

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