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faithhearted · 2 months

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@honorhearted {x}

She wanted to listen intently about Sammie and his father. She did. But God help her, she couldn't shake the onset dread that this would be the last she ever saw of Ben.jamin Tall.madge.

The serendipity of his visit home from Connecticut had been snuffed out by the news that he was enlisting in Washing.ton's army, and while Katherine knew this was right, that the men of this country were morally obligated to stand up against tyranny, she couldn't bear to picture Ben as one of the many casualties that was sure to come.

Growing up, Katherine had always chased after her cousin, Ca.leb, and his best friends, Wood.hull, Se.lah St.rong, and the Tall.madge brothers, but over the latter years she's grown closer with Ben even if many of their interactions were nostalgically ribbing each other and seeing who could get on the other's nerves more.

He was a good friend. Hell, he was like family. Back when her mother was still alive, the woman would never let him leave without a full stomach and a pie to take home to his father.

Upon his completion of college, Katherine was so thrilled to have him back, only to quickly lose him again to his new teaching position in Wethersfield. It was then that she realized her feelings for him were more than just platonic, more than just the whimsical fancies of a budding young woman.

Oh, how terribly she'd missed him, corresponding with him constantly to keep him updated on the goings on of Set.auket. Now she shuddered to think of his dangerous address change and the thought of never seeing his bright eyes and lopsided smile again.

That's when she'd blurted out the question, catching both him and herself off guard.

"What?"

Not wanting to appear sheepish, Katherine instead did her best to play coy, her foot nudging his in return as she offered as nonchalant a shrug as she could manage.

"Well, would you?"

"Kitty, I..."

"I'm serious, Ben."

He was red-faced and at a loss for words as he set aside the apple he'd been snacking on, "Are you honestly asking me that now? Here, in your uncle's cabin?"

With a sigh and another shrug, Katherine shook her head, "When else am I supposed to ask? You'll be gone tomorrow."

And maybe forever.

Still trying to appear anything but self-conscious, she offered him a playful little smirk, leaning toward him and bumping her shoulder into his, "Would it be so outlandish, you and me? We've known each other forever, all our perks and quirks, yeah?"

Here, she slid her hand over his, grazing over his fingers as if to memorize their topography.

"Might be the only chance we get...and being with you...it would be as easy as breathing."

#one last hurrah #honorhearted #kitty x benjamin #lime

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liar-or-lawyer · 11 months

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bettyshoweduptotheparty · 1 month

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Not saying the Eras tour is a goodbye tour...but also not NOT saying it.

#one year of the eras tour #no more heartbeat for swifties?#that's why she's been crying at the champagne problems cheers #one last hurrah

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parttimesarah · 1 year

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Me not wanting to pack away my sweatshirts and nice winter coats

#one last hurrah #black books #Dylan Moran #bernard black #i made a gif

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malicious-fisheeves · 1 year

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If sans and reigen are going to lose to anyone im glad its cecil

#fishes rambles #its like when a retired dude comes back to the bowling alley or whatever #one last hurrah

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honorhearted · 2 months

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"Want to make love to me, Tallmadge?" (Kitty)

@pagetreader

The afternoon sun slanted in through the windows, highlighting the shimmering dust motes as they floated lazily through the air in a soft, translucent beam. Sitting upon a bench in Lucas B.rewster's cabin, Benjamin sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Katherine, his foot almost shyly nudging into hers in a way that showed affection -- or rather, all the affection he had the courage to express.

"I guess there's really not much left to it," he said, hoping to break the silence. Katherine had been in an oddly quiet mood all day. "Father will be proud, of course -- it runs in our blood to fight -- but Samuel? Truth be told, I'm afraid he'll come after me. A brother-in-arms is wonderful, but a literal brother? A worrisome distraction."

Katherine, unfortunately, barely seemed to be listening. She pursed her mouth and looked his way with a coquettishness slant to her wild eyes. "Want to make love to me, Tallmadge?"

"What?" Benjamin drew a hand to his chest, nearly choking on the apple he clasped in his other. Despite the natural glow from his sun-kissed, freckled cheeks, he was unmistakably red sitting there beneath Katherine's coy gaze. "Kitty, I..." Clearing his throat, he set the apple off to the side, embarrassment rippling up and down his spine -- and worse yet, there was a certain thrill, too. He'd always found her pretty -- vexing, but beautiful in her own way. Finally, he said in a rush, "Are you honestly asking me that now? Here, in your uncle's cabin?"

#pagetreader #one last hurrah #ben x kitty #lime #v: pre-war

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year

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"A sa retraite," Le Soleil. April 12, 1943. Page 9. ---- M. J.-Edouard DESROCHERS, conducteur du Canadien National, règle sa montre avec celle du mécanicien Bruce Little, du train Montréal-Québec, avant de monter dans le convoi pour son dernier voyage comme employé de la compagnie après 43 ans de service, dans les chemins de fer. dont 32 dans le district de Québec. M. Desrochers, qui est détenteur du bouton de la Fraternité des cheminots pour 40 ans de service a pris sa retraite avec pension à la fin de ce voyage. Il demeurera désormais à Limoilou, P. Q. A la gare il a reçu les bons voeux de plusieurs camarades et amis, entre autres de MM. J.-A. Nobert, surintendant-adjoint de N. A. Levia, maitre des trains. (Photo du Canadian National).

#canadian national railways #montreal #ville de québec #passenger train #railway workers #one last hurrah #retirement #canada during world war 2 #human interest story #railway journey

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misspeculiar-principe · 1 year

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#38

Before I say goodbye, let me just say that...I don't know why this is turning me on.

(Source)

#38 #principe #one last hurrah #hugs and kisses #march 2023

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israaverse · 4 months

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[OC/FAE] "Pray, sweet girl, wouldst thou cometh closer?"

#my art #israaverse #fae story #iseult d'awleigh #aes sídhe #aos sí #one last hurrah for the year

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babovens · 2 years

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Alex Hirsch everyone 👏

#the post ever #sorry Reigen but you can’t beat the original #the polls are so done at this point but I had to give it one last hurrah because Alex himself got in on it #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #gravity falls

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thatlonelycactus · 3 months

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Somehow the way David and Michael acted The Kiss™️ makes it both more and less painful. This is gonna sound weird but like- by no account is it what one would describe as “romantic”. In fact, “romantic” is the last thing I would describe it as.

In no known universe was that kiss “romantic” because that’s not what it was supposed to be.

It was supposed to be earth shattering, selfish, hopeless, hopeful. It was a last hidden, desperate “I love you”, it was searching for something that neither of them could find, a final plea. It’s savage and selfish and brewing with love and war and peace and hatred. It was saying “goodbye” to what could have been forever. It was a kiss trying to express the same amount of emotion that had stayed inside each of them for 6000 years. It was a kiss doing the job of millions of other kisses.

Maybe if it was a smaller, quieter kiss, we would have wondering what could have been. Maybe we would have cried out just as much because what else has their relationship been aside from a few, well veiled remarks and actions? Maybe we could have convinced ourselves that that was all they needed for now.

But for the first time in millennia, they went big. Crowley went for it. Because Aziraphale was trying to make a change- so why shouldn’t he? Why should he just throw it out there because it might be his last chance- their last chance. Because, in 6000 years the closest he had come to saying those three words were just small, inconspicuous remarks of friendship. Why should he raise the white flag now, when they had come so close to having a life together?

Because, after an eternity of small, quiet “I love you”s, why should their final try at saying it aloud to each other be quiet as well?

#Like on one hand I wish the kiss was more like say #The one from #Richard II #but I think that’s what they needed #Because to Crowley #It’s not selfish or a crime or whatever #It’s a final hurrah #One last chance to make things right #But anywayyy #ineffable divorce #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #go s2 #ineffable husbands

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useragarfield · 2 months

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✩ FAVORITE CHARACTER MEME ✩ ↬ scenes: 9.13 "One Tree Hill" [5/6]

Everyone should have that. A place that makes them happy.

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wulfhalls · 1 year

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that's his betrothed 😭😭😭😭😭

#one last hurrah for the lukerhaena girlies 😭😭#hotd #house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon #rhaena targaryen #luke x rhaena

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lavenderyulu · 17 days

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fuck you *alola-ifies your Friede*

#pokemon #pokemon friede #professor friede #pokemon horizons #some strange entity whispered ''alolan friede'' in my ear one day and the headcanon hasnt left since #im losing my mind #LOOK i needed to give him a rowlet #if friede isnt the definition of flying type professor then i dont know what is #watch me contribute to the horizons tag without being able to look at it #havent watched the latest episode yet #anyways have one last hurrah before mother nature takes me

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 2 months

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YOU KNOW WHAT???

TIME TO--

"Brothers' Night!"

Click, click, clack, tap.

The familiar sound of his little brother's typing sounded around the corner as Sonic rounded it and made his way into the lab. Tails was zoned completely into whatever he was working on, his eyes glued onto the screen, not even shifting as he tried to reach for his juice box and swiped at empty air twice before he found it and took a sip.

Stifling an amused grin, Sonic wandered closer and leaned an arm on the fox kit's head. "Whatcha doing?"

"Uh . . . making calculations and preparations for an upgrade on the Tornado's integrated drive generator. I want it to be a bit more durable in case of another crash."

"Ah." Sonic stared blankly at the screen, deciding to pretend he knew what that meant. He nudged Tails's shoulder. "Have you eaten today?"

It took Tails a moment to respond. "Yeah, I had lunch, I think."

"You think?"

"Uh huh." Tails started typing again, then squinted at the screen and zoomed in on something.

Sonic frowned thoughtfully.

"So did you hear what Amy and Cream were up to today?" he asked, trying to test something.

"Uh."

"They went camping out in some canyons last night, and they're out hiking today! Amy said we could join them next time!"

"Yeah."

Sonic grinned and shook his head, then glanced at the clock. It was past their normal dinnertime.

In the blink of an eye, he'd rushed off, readied up the living room with blankets, pillows, and a few small tables, then dashed back, scooped his brother into his arms even as he yelped, "Hey—!" ran back to the living room, and dumped him into the couch cushions.

"What gives?" Tails demanded, shaking his bangs out of his eyes. "I was in the middle of—"

"Nope!" Sonic interrupted, striking a pose atop the coffee table. "Break time, lil bro! Or should I say, brothers' night! Complete with a meal of your choice, storytime, board games, maybe a pillow fight, a sleepover, and no screens for the rest of the night!"

"Wh-What?" Tails stammered, looking somewhere between thrilled and horrified. "But what about the integr—"

"Tomorrow, bud!" Sonic hopped onto the couch next to Tails and dragged him in for a noogie. "You, little man, have spent way too much time working in front of screens today. Do you have any idea how bad that is for your eyes? This is an intervention!"

"I suppose . . ." Tails mumbled, but he was grinning. "We haven't done this in forever."

"Precisely why this is a perfect time to do it!" Sonic flipped off the couch and regained his pose on the table, even as Tails protested that he was going to dirty up his living room with the dirt from his shoes.

And so the evening progressed. Tails convinced Sonic to take his shoes off to spare all the blankets and pillows. Tails chose pasta for dinner, and they had mint ice cream for dessert (at least, Tails did; Sonic just had chocolate, since he was a bit sensitive to mint). They played an infuriating game of Monopoly that lasted two and a half hours. Tails won, and Sonic got his revenge by chucking a throw pillow at his brother's face.

It ended up escalating into a full blown pillow fight.

Somehow that turned into a karaoke battle, which then turned into a comedy show by Sonic with lots of sassy commentary from Tails. They made popcorn and stuffed themselves with far too much junk food, until 3 a.m. hit and they found themselves lying around half-buried in the mass of pillows and blankets, each getting more and more loopy as the conversation spiraled.

"Beef can't get sick," Tails found himself mumbling. "Dead meat doesn't get sick."

"I was talking about the possibility of cows turning into zombies, not contaminated lunch meat," Sonic muttered drowsily in response, breaking into a yawn.

"If the zombie cows die, do people still get turned into zombies if they eat them?" Tails asked, his voice muffled as he spoke into a pillow.

"I thought zombies don't die."

"Well, if someone blows them up in a bomb, they'd probably die."

"They'd be disintegrated. And then no one could eat them."

"Or they'd just turn into fiery zombies."

"I don't like zombies. Can we change the subject?"

"You started it."

"No, I was talking about . . . something else entirely. You just thought I said 'beef.'"

"What were you talking about before?"

". . . I forgot."

Slowly, they both lapsed into silence, until both had drifted off to sleep. They slept in till noon the next day, and even though cleanup took a while (neither of them remembered spilling half the popcorn into the couch), neither had any regrets.

Tails had forgotten just how much he loved Brothers' Night, but he was determined never to forget again. And he couldn't thank his big brother enough for dragging him away from his work to do it.

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BWAHAHAHAHAHA Y'ALL THOUGHT I WAS DONE FOR THE DAY??? PSYCH!!!

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I literally just whipped this up on the spot lol. I LOVE DE FLUFF!! Also the late night conversation about zombies and beef was heavily based off a near identical late night conversation I had with some friends at a sleepover a couple weeks ago 😋

Edit: here's the AO3 link

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