Heyy how are you guys doing? How's life? Remember to drink water (that's for u too mod) <33
Ben: hello, we’re hanging in there, right Pythias?
Nathan: *half asleep* mm-hmm Damon…. Snuggle time. I’m sleepy… and I need you.
Ben: well, we’re apparently sleepy today but we are well overall. Especially considering everything that last week brought up for us… for Nathan…
Nathan: *whimpers softly and clings to Ben*
Ben: thank you for worrying about all of us and checking in.
Nathan: *nods* yes, thank you.
(Mod: thanks for checking in! We’re all drinking enough water. I hope you’re well too.)
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TURNsgiving 2023 - Day 5: Modern AU
In early 1985, Ben inherits his surrogate father's detective agency, Culper Investigations. Caleb serves as his courier, Abigail his receptionist, and Anna his reluctant partner. When a widow comes to their door crying m.urder, Ben finds himself tangled in a plot far more insidious than he could have imagined. (Modern AU/Moonlighting AU)
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TURNsgiving Day 6: Modern AU
In order to beat Professor John Andre at his own game, Ben goes undercover at the same school to glean intelligence.
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He plays the violin. He tucks it right under his chin and he bows, oh he bows. — He Plays the Violin, 1776: the musical
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TURNsgiving 2023 day 5: Modern AU
“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.” — Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
(College Professor Benjamin Tallmadge vs College Professor John André x the vampire Audrey ~ charmantevamp but make it dark academia, and Audrey playing “teachers pet” x2).
Dark Academia classical: playlist.
An education in malice: playlist ~ curated by @saintmachina.
Inspired by this post by @honorhearted, An Education in Malice the novel by @saintmachina and this fic by @musicboxmemories. I’ll write this fic/RP, eventually, I just wanted an excuse to edit these. Also ft me romanticizing academia, and college, cause I can.
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Hi Nat! Freya here. I saw you were doing art requests and wanted to put in my two cents. Could you draw any two characters you want snuggling in a bed. It doesn't have to be an AU but I think a modern AU would fit the concept. Other than that, go wild! Don't worry about straying from the prompt a little, I just wanna see some tooth rotting fluff.
Under the covers :)
Without the colors
Here u freya!!
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I give in to sin, because you have to make this life livable. / Strangelove, will you give it to me?
Ben x Audrey: @honorhearted.
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A New Year's Dare
@ockissweek
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Full collection here.
East Coast of USA, present day.
“Is that a dare?” the raven-haired green-eyed vampire Audrey asked. A most pleased feline look on her charming face.
Ben blushed furiously.
“No– no,” Ben deflected, a lie, of course.
“It is New Year's, ma cher,” Audrey purred. Leaning close enough to kiss alcohol and sweet perfume lingering on her.
Ben paused. Heart pounding in his chest. He feels rather exposed at the moment, but shockingly he doesn’t seem to mind being called on her every whim.
Closing the distance between them Ben’s mouth harshly met hers. Surprisingly, Audrey didn’t pull back, nor did she exercise restraint. Kissing back just as harshly a hand tangled in his dirty blonde hair.
When Audrey pulled back they were both breathless.
“Perhaps we should go somewhere where fewer can see us,” she said gently.
Ben merely nodded and followed her lead.
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The cutest thing just popped into my head: ben tallmadge x female reader where the reader is from the modern world and is stuck in colonial america so she doesn’t know how to put on a corset and is struggling af. she’s at the continental camp and ben notices out of the flap of her tent that she’s struggling so he walks into her tent and decides to help her lace up her corset and then does her hair in a braid (bc it’s down which was like considered immodest back then) HEHEKSJSJAJWKSJKAS and there’s hella tension n stuff between em and ben can’t help but admire her long hair down and the feel of it ykyk yeah thank u i love ur fics sm <333
TURN!Benjamin Tallmadge x reader
[a/n: aw, this is absolutely adorable! tysm for the request, I hope I did it justice!]
Ben ambled throughout the camp, pacing along the row of tents with his hands clasped behind his back. Every time he heard the flap of a tent open, his blue eyes would bounce to his own tent, hopeful that you would emerge dressed, and yet, it would be another officer going on with their day.
“Oh, for crying out loud—“
His boots meet the dirt in a dramatic manner, storming over to his tent, not quite sure what to be expecting, but it was most certainly not you struggling to lace a corset.
Staring in the entrance, hand pulling the flap back, he’s left stood completely still for a moment, then he clears his throat loudly.
“How long must this take you?”
In return, you yelp, your back to the tent opening. You were never expecting someone to be standing right there.
“Why?! Why did you just do that?”
Your heart clamps over your heart, in an attempt to qualm its fast beating.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m sorry. But, haven’t you ever…?”
Ben notices your hands, and the messy loops, how you’ve been struggling for the past ten minutes trying to figure out the right way to lace the bodice.
“No, why would I? You found me in joggers and t-shirt,”
You deadpan, mirroring Ben’s expression as he sighs, letting the tent close behind him so the two of you are enveloped in complete privacy.
“May I?”
Your cheeks burn red, the tips of your ears as well, but you nod, spinning around once more as the officer approaches, gently undoing all the terrible knots you had made prior.
“You are aware I don’t entirely believe you about your nonsense, right?”
“Please. If this doesn’t prove it, I don’t know what will,”
Ben lifts your hair so it drapes over your right shoulder, out of the way as he begins to lace and weave the ribbon down the bodice.
“Your story is infuriating, but infatuating. I would be lying if I said that I don’t appreciate your story-telling.”
You gasp when he pulls it just too tight, your eyes blinking rapidly as he continues.
“Your stubbornness is infuriating, as well.”
Once he’s satisfied, you spin around, glancing up at the Major as he lets his hands fall to his sides.
“Thank you,”
“Not necessary. Though, you have to do something about that.”
He gestures to your hair, now back over your shoulder as it lays down along your back.
“Can you do it in a cute little braid like yours?”
It was a joke, you had all intentions to put it in a bun atop your head like so many ladies you’d seen around the camp, but Ben sighs, motioning for you to spin around once more.
Your mouth flubs, ready to tell him it was a reflex comment-and yet, the feeling of his calloused palms and soft fingertips running through your hair makes you snap your mouth shut.
“This is a customary hairstyle, I don’t understand why you must make fun of it.”
“It was just a joke, I’ll keep them on the DL from now on.”
Ben makes a face at the ‘DL’ comment, but doesn’t ask what it means.
“May I ask you something?”
“Sure, y/n.”
“If you really don’t believe me, why are you going to all this trouble?”
Ben hums, quickening his motions as the braid begins to descend down your back.
“I’ve determined you are no spy, when you didn’t even know which one was the Lieutenant.”
“I can’t tell all those uniforms apart, who could—“
“Like I said, a portion of me believes you. Maybe you just hit your head too hard and don’t know where you are. Maybe you’re telling the truth.”
“I am, but I’ll do whatever it takes to convince you, Major.”
There’s a bout of silence, and right when you feel him go to tie your hair with a ribbon, you offer him your hair tie over your shoulder.
“I’d like you to use this, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Ben says nothing but it takes him a good minute to figure out how to use it, and tie it securely into your hair.
“Thanks. Maybe it’ll keep me sane for a bit longer.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy, y/n. But I am enamored by your…way of doing things.”
The pink color returns to your ears, and you turn slightly, watching the way Ben takes a hesitant step back, admiring his work.
“Best to get you to the General.”
Your stomach flips, palms sweaty as he goes to exit the tent.
“If you don’t believe me, what makes you think the General will?”
“General Washington? He’s…he’s very good at listening.”
Ben misses the way your jaw falls open, mumbling about how on earth any of this was real, your shoes sinking in the soft dirt as you scramble after him.
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A Modern Girl in a Revolutionary World
Based on this request: Happy Birthday!! Would you be willing to write a modern!reader in the TURN universe? Maybe the reader saves John Andre’s life as a sort of secret vigilante and Caleb or Ben fall in love with her?? It’s kind of silly, but I think you could do well with it.
Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*
Fandom: TURN: Washington’s Spies
Warnings: slight angst, mentions of executions, fluff
Pairings/Characters: Caleb Brewster x modern!fem reader, Benjamin Tallmadge
"Dammit," you growled out feeling dirt digging into the skin of your knees. Your jeans had torn a bit when you fell. You could be clumsy at times. It happened. What had never happened before was ending up in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TIME! You didn't know how it happened, but it had and now you were stuck in Revolutionary times, currently running from a few red coats. You knew, if they caught you, you'd probably be hanged as a witch or a mad woman or something. Fortunately for you, you were discovered by the right people.
The first person you met was one Captain Benjamin Tallmadge. He was kind, but reminded you far too much of Captain America. That wasn't really your type. A good friend perhaps, but nothing more. Not that you were looking for any sort of romance. At least that's what you thought until you met Caleb.
At first, you and Caleb did not get along at all. You fought like cats and dogs. Maybe it was because you both had such strong personalities. Or maybe it was the underlying sexual tension between you that neither one of you wanted to admit. You couldn’t say. But the more time you spent with him, the more you started to like him.
Caleb had such compassion for people, even when he tried to hide it. He truly believed in what he was fighting for. And he could be quite charming and funny when it suited him. It made being in his care a little bit easier. Since Ben was a Captain and usually fairly busy, it gave you a lot of time with Caleb. He grew on you far more quickly than you ever expected. Over the months, you found yourself falling in love with him. Which was why your heart broke when everything went to hell.
You were currently sitting on a cot in front of Caleb and Ben who both wore disappointed, angry expressions. Ben was more furious than Caleb, which was surprising considering Caleb had more of a temper. Still, you wouldn't change what you did. John Andre hadn't deserved to die. Not like that. Having studied history(and watching TURN), you knew more about Andre than Ben, Caleb, or even Washington.
John Andre was just a man doing exactly what he was expected to do. He had been raised to believe he was inferior and was merely trying to prove himself to those above him. Mostly Peggy Shippen's father. Just because the love of his life had been forced to marry another did not mean Andre loved her any less. Andre did what he had to do to stay alive and keep Peggy safe. That wasn't worthy of execution in your mind. Not for him. For Arnold maybe, but not Andre. To that end, you decided to try and save him if you could. You hadn't counted on Caleb catching you leaving the scene.
"What were you doing?" Ben hissed while Caleb simply stared at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. "The right thing. Andre didn't deserve that." Caleb scoffed and reminded you that Andre was technically the enemy. "By whose standards? Aren't you fighting for something you believe in? Fighting for what you think it right? So is he! The life he is fighting for and spying for is the ONLY life he's ever known. While I agree with your stance, I can also empathize with people like Major Andre. I don't regret what I did and if that means I trade my life for his, then so be it."
Caleb, whose arms had been crossed over his chest, let them fall to his sides as he gaped at you in disbelief. Ben blinked rapidly for a moment before stalking out of the tent muttering under his breath. You and Caleb were left alone. His eyes were glued to you as if he were trying to decipher something.
After a few moments, the air between you became stifling. "Are you going to say anything?" you asked when you could practically feel the tension sitting on your chest like a boulder. Caleb opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. He seemed uncharacteristically…nervous. He ran a hand over his beard and sighed.
"Did ya think about anythin' else while ya were out there savin' the enemy, Y/N/N? What if Washington had seen ya? He'd execute ya fer treason, just like Andre. Did ya think about what would happen to ya? What I would do?" Your brows drew together in confusion. Caleb didn't strike you as the kind of guy to beat around the bush. He had always just come out and said what he was thinking to you. About everything from the war to Ben to the ladies (your least favorite topic when it came to him, if you were being honest). Caleb Brewster never seemed to run out of things to say.
"What do you mean?" you asked. "Do ya think I could just sit and watch ya die? Let Washington hang ya and not be able to stop it?" he answered, "Do ya think I'd be able to keep fightin' if I had to watch them kill ya?" While you were touched by his admission, you didn't know if you could believe him. "You'd be fine, Caleb. You have plenty of admirers."
Caleb put his hands on his hips and scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "Ya don't get it, do ya? There aren't any ladies. Haven't been since I met ya. How can there be when all I can think about…is ya?" His voice softened as he confessed. You stood on shaking legs and slowly moved to stand in front of him. His hands remained on his hips, his gaze down at the ground.
"Caleb? Look at me," you requested. Caleb looked up and nearly jumped seeing you so close. You reached over, taking his hands in yours while he regarded you with curiosity. "I think I love you too, Caleb," you whispered. His eyes widened, causing you to laugh a bit. "Ya do?" You nodded. "I do. And I'm sorry I hurt you with my actions. And that your friend hates me now." Caleb chuckled. "Tallboy doesn't hate ya. He'll calm down. Especially when he sees ya've got me outta his hair." You let out a giggle before wrapping your arms around him.
(a/n: I hope you like it! Tag lists for everything are OPEN!)
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1, 2, 5, 6, & 7 for the ask game, please! :)
Thank you for the ask! I really appreciate it!
Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?
I tend to daydream a lot about my fics before I write them out. Sometimes they end up with super messy outlines before I actually write them out and spend days, or even weeks, thinking of the idea before it gets fully written down.
2. Where do you get your fic ideas?
I'm actually not entirely sure! A lot of the time it's from other media or video games. I mostly write Ben Tallmadge/George Washington fics so I like coming up with little AUs for them. I just want to put them in scenarios that make me happy and are things that I would like to see in the fandom.
5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?
I have an embarrassing amount of wips right now. I have a couple for my modern BenWash AU, one for an offshoot of that AU which involves Lams, and a HaleMadge fic that is kinda tentatively in the works right now. I also have a BenWash AU set in the Detroit: Become Human video game, but I don't know if that one is ever going to be finished.
6. What's the last line you wrote?
The last line that I wrote is for a fic that isn't finished yet and I don't want to give too much of it away at the moment. The last line from a published fic that I wrote was from Sweet Dreams and Quiet Breathing and the line is:
“Welcome back, darling. I trust that your tour of York City went well?”
7. Post a snippet from a wip.
Sun filtered in through the too thin curtains and covered his husband's sleeping face with a pale light. His mouth was open slightly as he slowly breathed in-and-out, oblivious to the world around him. Ben couldn't help but press himself a bit closer to Nate and took a deep breath. Nate smelled like a mix of Ben's stale cigarettes and the stupid cotton candy vape pen that he was using. Underneath that he could smell sweat and and stale beer that had been spilled on him at the concert. It wasn't the best mix of smells, but Ben loved it. They were all familiar and comforting, reminding Ben just how strong Nate was and how far he had come.
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Apparently, Seth and Boris (aka Ben and Nathaniel Tallmadge) have played father/son twice; possibly three times, depending on their roles here -- and I don't know what to do with this information.
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CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!
Tagged by: myself.
Tagging: @withinycu, @adrienne-lafayette-official, @johngravessimcoe, @cavalrylad, @musenssang, @philip-hamilton-official, @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins, @virgosjukebox. 💙
✧・゚ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.
► BENJAMIN TALLMADGE.
Name: Benjamin Tallmadge.
Alias(es): Ben, Major Tallmadge, 2nd Continental Light Dragoon, Tall-boy, & Captain Tallmadge. “Beagle tilting his head.” (Creator of Washington’s spies tv).
“Beagle” “Washington’s hunting dog” (affectionate & derogatory, from both sides)
Gender: male (he/him).
Orientation: not your business.
(Bi, repressed and ashamed about it, but bi, in my personal portrayal and reading/headcanons, having read his memoirs & letters, but the truth is… as with Alexander Hamilton, we’ll never know).
Age: 22-24.
Date of birth: February 25, 1754
Place of birth: Setauket or Brookhaven, Long Island, NYC.
For simplicity he’ll say, New York, sometimes.
Spoken language(s): English, Latin, trying really hard for French thus far not succeeding. Do code books count?
Occupation(s): soldier, spymaster, congressman, statesman. (au: lawyer) (modern verse: law student).
★ ⸻ APPEARANCE
Eye colour: blue, the kind you can drown in, it’s his most attractive feature, according to popular opinion.
Hair colour: dirty blonde.
Height: 6’0” (tall by 18th century standards).
Other: rarely ever seen out of uniform.
Has anxiety & PTSD, should probably touch grass. Deserves a hug and deserves better.
★ ⸻ FAVORITE
Colour: red, white, gold and blue, neutral black that suits everything or gray works to.
Song: Benjamin’s playlist.
Food: bread, salt, cheese, or fish.
Drink: brandy or wine.
★ ⸻ HAVE THEY...
Passed university: Yale college, top of his class!
Had sex: not your business.
Had sex in public: no.
Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: wants kids, but not that way, and not at this exact moment. Given the war.
Kissed a boy: no. (Yes) Nathan Hale.
Kissed a girl: yes.
Gotten tattoos: no.
Gotten piercings: no.
Been in love: he’s not sure if it counts, to be blunt, but for reason of answering, yes.
Stayed up 24+ hours: for the cause, yes.
★ ⸻ ARE THEY...
A virgin: not your business, also a construct society cruelly and hypocritically only applies to the fairer sex. (No).
A cuddler: yes.
A kisser: circumstantially.
Scared easily: most certainly not!
Jealous easily: yes!
Submissive: switch.
Dominant: none of your business.
In love: verse/thread dependant.
Relationship status: I am married to honour and the revolution until this is over. (Single).
★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS
TW for self-harm/suicide mention.
Have they harmed themselves: not unless you count accidentally falling in the Delaware river.
Thought of suicide/ideated: under the pressure of war, atrocities, violence and bloodshed. Yes. But rarely.
Attempted suicide: only if you count a Protestant martyr complex, as the son of a preacher it runs in the family.
Wanted to kill someone: side eyes Simcoe.
But he didn’t enjoy the killing in question.
Have/had a job: Washington’s staff.
Fears: death, abandonment, losing control, not being enough, losing the war, tyranny, his own capacity to help vs harm and the moral dilemma of mundane human existence and soldiering.
Sibling(s):
Samuel Tallmadge.
William Tallmadge.
John Tallmadge.
Isaac Tallmadge.
Parent(s): Susannah Tallmadge (née Smith)(deceased)/Rev. Samuel Tallmadge sr.
Children: verse/thread dependant.
Children In history:
Frederick A. Tallmadge
Maria Jones Tallmadge
William Smith Tallmadge
Harriet Tallmadge Delafield
Benjamin Tallmadge Jr.
Henry Tallmadge.
Significant other(s): Nathan Hale (deceased), Sarah Livingston (ex lover, kinda, sorta, it’s complicated & traumatizing).
Significant other(s) in history:
Mary Floyd (1784 to 1805).
Maria Hallet (1808 til death in 1835).
Pet(s): he should like to have a beagle, or grey hound, but, none presently.
Benjamin’s Wikipedia.
Benjamin’s memoir.
In canon: TURN.
Culper ring.
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 . ( nsfw edition )
Muse: Ben Tallmadge
Rules: bold which option your prefer (or, in some cases, maybe just hates the least!) out of each of the following pairs (Again stole this from Simcoe lol) (again and I edited bc I think this is meant for straight people who are also not in a stable relationship and some of these were just wtf ;-;)
Top or bottom? (Depends on his mood and Nathan’s)
Submissive or dominant? (Why not be shrodinger’s sub/dom )
Power bottom or pillow princess? (usually when he’s on bottom he just wants his beloved to make him forget his own name, he’s tired ok?? He just wants his bf to have his way with him while he lays back)
Handcuffs or Shibari?
Condom or bare? (modern au + he he can’t get pregnant nor can Nathan)
Voyeur or exhibitionist? (this is only picked because he sometimes enjoys to watch his bf fuck himself)
Biting or sucking? (he’s a fan of both)
Quiet or loud?
Clothes or no clothes?
Edging or multiple rounds?
Girthy or lengthy cocks? (there is one he’ll take and one only so whatever his beloved bf’s is)
Spit or swallow?
Face-to-face or from behind? (he’d rather do the fucking face-to-face but be fucked from behind and also he doesn’t care much)
laughing & silliness during sex or and intensity & power struggle during sex? (Unserious ass couple)
Coming inside or out? (he can’t get Nathan pregnant on account of him being a dude)
Blindfolds or gags?
Morning or evening ?
Being filled or came on?
Arms or thighs? (body worship hehe)
Chest or ass?(^)
Praise or degradation? (Praise kink)
Food or toys? (He’ll take his Nate with whipped cream)
Wax or knives?
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"What's our song?" (If you'd like!)
Sweet Melodies || Accepting
"...I'm sorry, what?"
Normally that's her line, and for good reason. But no, this time she's dragging Ben to his feet. She just dropped a dollar in the dive bar's jukebox, and as there's so few people in it, seems a perfect time to up-heave his calm. He deserves as much for winning the last round of pool ~eight ball, using the provided sticks~ and ruining her perfect streak. She will later blame it on the fact that he was drinking coffee while she sipped the deplorable house wine.
"I said you're dancing with me."
She settles too close than might be seemly but again, who is really going to stop her, other than Beth himself. She turns her head so that her cheek rests on his chest. Her arms wound loosely around his waist. It isn't dancing so much as it is swaying in place. Easy enough for him to move along.
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Time in a Bottle || Jim Croce
If I could make days last foreverIf words could make wishes come trueI'd save every day like a treasure and thenAgain, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough timeTo do the things you want to doOnce you find themI've looked around enough to knowThat you're the one I want to goThrough time with
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Counting Blue Cars || Dishwalla
Must've been mid afternoonI could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out andHe walked with a purposeIn his sneakers, down the streetHe had many questionsLike children often doHe said:Tell me all your thoughts on GodTell me am I very far
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Head over Feet || Alanis Morissette
You treat me like I'm a princessI'm not used to liking thatYou ask how my day was
You've already won me over in spite of meDon't be alarmed if I fall head over feetDon't be surprised if I love you for all that you areI couldn't help itIt's all your fault
Your love is thick and it swallowed me wholeYou're so much braver than I gave you credit forThat's not lip service
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Bonus Points for Turn!Ben:
The Breach || Dustin Tebbutt
You happened out the back doorLaying bare this needOh, you opened up this vesselAnd gather all the quiversThat never got to flyAnd a one and only cipherBut did I show you loveIn the author on my faceCause you know you left a hollowWhere your body cut an alcoveDid I show you loveCause the silence never stayedIt's a breach I'll never cover
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Mo Ghile Mear || The Chieftains {ft. Sting}
Sé mo laoch mo Ghile Mear
‘Sé mo Shaesar, Ghile Mear,
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.
Bímse buan ar buairt gach ló,Ag caoi go cruaidh ‘s ag tuar na ndeorMar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo‘S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.
~*~
Kingdom Come || The Civil Wars
Run, run, run away
Buy yourself another day
A cold wind's whispering secrets in your ear
So low only you can hear
Run, run, run and hide
Somewhere no one else can findTall trees bend and lean pointing where to goWhere you will still be all alone
Don't you fret, my dearIt'll all be over soonI'll be waiting here, for you
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