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ravenbeakx · 2 years

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#bo burnham #my gifs #good morning washington #2018 #eighth grade #queue tag

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goonmilk · 2 months

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Mama we made it! The Alumni Spot was featured on Good Morning Washington ABC7 News last month and I had the pleasure of capturing the Behind The Scenes footage and getting a cool lil shoutout for my Photography and Marketing at The Alumni Spot. Also got some great shots of Yadi and Trae Backstage. The segment focused on Yaddiya’s continued community involvement and his venture into the Restaurant business, the amazing food Chef Chefe curates in the Alumni Spot, as well as how it all came about from Yaddiya’s Long Live Gogo Movement.

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#ABC 7 #Good Morning Washington #ABC News #News Channel 7 #News #Breaking News #The Alumni Spot #Chef Chefe #Yaddiya #Long Live Gogo #Restaurant #Bar #Britt Waters #Black History Month #Behind The Scenes #Backstage #Photography

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thegoodmorningman · 11 months

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The only thing weirder than having a Dad is being a Dad. ☀️👨🏻‍🍼✌🏼

#good #morning #good morning #good morning message #good morning image #good morning images #good morning man #the good morning man #the entire morning #george washington #washington #axe #i cannot tell a lie #or else...#father #father's day

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slutauthority · 8 months

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being born and raised in the Midwest always makes for jarring conversation with East Coasters….

#do y’all like not say good morning to each other?#this is about Washington DC in general I feel generally hated by the public

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yemme · 10 months

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LEGENDS...

#house music #90's #Martha Washington #Crystal Waters #Cece Peniston #Thea Austin #Robin S #good morning america #I think I remember it was the Arsenio Hall show.. they had slim girl sing into the mic to prove Martha's voice was hers... no music...#We are still dealing with visual bullshit in the industry and talent is wasted away...#dance music #electronic dance music

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tallmadgeandtea · 1 year

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SS&SP Drabble: Homeward Bound

Hello, everyone, and Happy Easter or Passover or just a regular Sunday! I thought I’d share a little scene I’ve had sitting in my notes app today, as a gift and an apology for the incredibly long wait for the next chapter! With college and transferring and research project my life has just *explodes.* Anyway, here it is! Benjamin and Elizabeth have their most intimate conversations right before she goes home, which I think is interesting. Perhaps it’s their way of unwinding after a day full of supply talk and dealing with Congress’ bullshit and Hamilton being Hamilton (I say this with love.) Enjoy, and thanks for sporting me and SS&SP!

“Is it true, Major Tallmadge?”

“Is what true, Miss Walker?”

“My father-“ she began, remembering the look on their faces whenever she brought him up, the flashes of disdain and resentment. Did she have any? “He always said New York had too many Tories and not enough Patriots. Said it was more divided than Pennsylvania could ever be- which seems impossible now that I know- now that I’ve seen it.”

Benjamin let out a soft whistle between his teeth. “I don’t want to agree with your father. He seems to assume rather than know.”

“Believe me, I learned that quickly.” She never wanted to leave him to be exposed vulnerable, alone. “He promises rather than acts, too.”

“But it- it’s complicated.” His fingers fell back onto the map, his gaze gone for a second, before he spoke again, “Do you remember where I’m from?”

“Setauket?”

He smiled, that wistful, sad smile- torn and frayed, a hint of defeat. “There’s a troop of British soldiers quartered there. No, not quartered- occupying. Ruling.”

Her heart dropped as soon as he said it, her stomach turned when she glanced down and saw where his fingers were- tracing the Long Island coast, subconsciously showing it to her.

“They- they turned my father’s church into a stable. Terrorize the citizens. They don’t respect them- they hate them-“ he inhaled a sharp breath, “they want them to suffer.”

“And there was nothing you could do,” she said.

Just like there was nothing anyone could do when the British burned the valley. When she saw the smoke from her window, all she did was stay inside, trying to hide instead of fight.

“I tried. I tried, Miss Walker.” His eyes met hers- did they match the color of the sound? She never stood at the edge of the shore, so close to the fathomless deep. “Do not doubt that for a second, I tried.”

“I know you did, Major. As you did at Brandywine, and Germantown, for Philadelphia.”

She rested her hand on the table— silence laid over the wood, the maps underneath their palms, their homes written in ink.

“I hate that living in an area they destroyed is something we have in common, Major Tallmadge. I’m so sorry about Setauket.”

He shook his head, as if it would solve and dispel his troubling thoughts. It never works for me. “Tis alright, Miss. It makes us work harder.” He said.

“It makes us fight for what we believe in. For our God given rights.”

“You truly are a preacher’s son, Major.”

“So you always say, but why?”

“You always find the blessing in disguise.”

The dragoons were outside.

It was time to take her home.

Benjamin smiled.

“I’m not the only one who does.”

At the tent’s open flap, she asked, “Will you tell me about Setauket, if I ask?”

“Well,” he considered it, a second too long. “I’m not sure it is beneficial for your mission.”

“Really? You are not the only Long Island soldier I feed, Major. Is that a sufficient answer?”

“Yes,” he said, clearly refraining his laugh, “yes, of course.”