i give up i'm so sleepy

I am really tired yall.

Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.

A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.

It’s not real.

Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally,  unless I let it.

Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:

Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.

It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:

Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:

Be purged of unpleasant emotions

To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences

To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible

To explore taboo subjects without guilt

Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.

While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.

If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.

Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.

Texting your sugar daddy like
  • You: I had such a wonderful evening tonight! The drinks were to die for and the cuisine was just divine. I loved the way you spoke to me and showed me off. You really made me feel special. Thank you for the lovely gift and giving me the chance to get all dolled up and feel like a princess. Anyways, I'm sleepy, so I'll text you tomorrow! xoxo
  • Him: lol ur cute gn :)

hey-heichou-suz  asked:

Enough of the smut. Give me some tooth rotting fluff of our boys ❤️

1. Sleepy cuddles. Now this one is mostly just for Eren because we know that Levi doesn’t sleep much. So whenever Eren stays up late with his superior, he gets all clingy right before he falls asleep. Levi is pretty sure the brunet doesn’t even realize what he’s doing when that happens because within seconds after coming closer to him, he falls asleep while resting his head on Levi’s shoulder.

2. It is common knowledge for everyone in the entire quarters that Eren and Levi  l o v e  placing bets on the most ridiculous things. “I bet I can reach the end of the hallway faster than you.” “Last one to make it to the table has to sleep on the couch.” Yeah… they’re pretty lame. 

3. Next one, pet names in private. During the day, they try to stay as professional as possible. Sure, they steal some glances at each other out of the corners of their eyes, but outside of that they’re just a corporal and his subordinate. When the day is over though, and they have some time for themselves, they use cute nicknames. It started out as a stupid joke after they had received a comment from Hanji that they should stop calling each other “stupid brat” “grumpy old man” etc. From that moment they started calling each other “pumpkin” “cutie” and all those nauseating names as a joke, but it kind of grew on them?

4. Dates. On their day off Levi makes sure to wake Eren up early (he hates that btw) so they can actually go out and do something instead of just sitting on their asses all day just like Eren probably would have liked. Though when they’re out, you won’t hear Eren complaining for one bit. 

5. This might be a little bit nsf//w because they’re naked, but they love their shower time together. There’s nothing more comforting than getting clean after a long day of training with your boyfriend. Both enjoying how the water trickles down their bodies and helping each other wash their backs and the places they can’t reach. They don’t know why, but there’s just something calming about it.

BTS Reaction to you falling asleep on a long drive.


Originally posted by bwiseoks

-Turns the music on, but keeps it low so that he won’t fall asleep behind the wheel
-Thinks you’re cute but doesn’t say or do anything except sneak a few glances
-Hopefully doesn’t crash the car
-No promises
*No More Dream flashbacks*


Originally posted by syubto

-Smiles really cutely but tries not to look
-May or may not pull over and take a few pictures
-He needs them to look at when he gets sad for blackmail
-The music was already on but he turns it down just in case
-Continues driving like normal but with a small smile


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

-What do you expect from literal sunshine tries so hard not to squeal because he doesn’t want to wake you up
-Squeals quietly
-Keeps looking at you and almost crashes once or twice before he decides it’d be best to just stop for the night
-Finds the nearest hotel and carries you in to cuddle because he can’t focus when you’re looking so cute right next to him, damn you. 


Originally posted by mn-yg

-Unlike the others, he doesn’t smile when he sees you asleep on the other side of the car
-Wakes you up 
-Because he ain’t the one drIVINg have you forgotten he has no lICENSE (correct me if i’m wrong, but i dont think he does)


Originally posted by jimiyoong

-Wakes you up because he doesn’t have his license either i dont think, but he kinda smiles through the fear a little bit because you’re cute
-Feels bad because you need sleep, offers to drive
-Ya’ll end up stopping for the night 


Originally posted by mvssmedia

(Idk if he has his license, i looked it up and some ppl say yes and others say no so someone else is driving y’all)

-Takes pictures and smiles like a cute little puppy at your sleeping form
-Moves you to lean on him and makes sure you’re comfortable
-Your comfort is his #1 priority
-Probably takes more pictures and sends them to the rest of the boys bragging on how cute you are
-Better hope you’re a pretty sleeper


Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

-’How do they look so cute sleeping
-Jungshook activate
-Doesn’t know if he should touch you or give you his Jacket or just leave you to sleep or what
-Turns the radio off all together
-Drives in silence with slightly wide eyes trying to figure out how to make himself seem really cool if you wake up
-’I never asked for another Park Jimin’


  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Daddy:</b> Baby, you gotta wake up. It's time to get ready.<p/><b>Baby:</b> But daddy, I don't waaanna go and work. I'm too tired.<p/><b>Daddy:</b> But sweetheart, if you go and get everything done, I'll give you a special surprise.<p/><b>Baby:</b> New stuffie? Sweets? What do I get daddy!<p/><b>Daddy:</b> You'll just have to wait and see.<p/><b>Baby:</b> Bleh *closes eyes* I'll live without it.<p/><b>Daddy:</b> My cute little sleepyhead. Now come on, let's get you dressed so you can get a special new stuffie afterwards.<p/><b>Baby:</b> *gasp* Okay daddy! 💕 I suddenly don't feel sleepy anymore!<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

just-french-me-up  asked:

Talk to me about baby Antoine please :3 ♥

Oh, my sweet child ;;

- This kid was absolutely born with a full head of hair. There was no doubt he was going to have his father’s hair right from the get-go.
- Montparnasse was soooo worried that he wouldn’t connect with his son, but he was immediately won the moment they put that squirmy little bundle in his arms. He swore to never let Antoine go and almost took that literally.
- The only thing that could possibly make him melt more than the cute little noise his tiny baby son made is seeing Jehan hold Antoine for the first time.
- So many of the Amis refused to believe Montparnasse was capable of crying, but he was so damn close to openly sobbing in the hospital that night.

- He’s a July baby, and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands, just give me this one.

- The best thing about being self-employed is that Montparnasse can spend as much time as he wants with Antoine. Which is all the time. Every possible moment.
- Antoine is probably the best socialized baby on the planet, he has so many aunts and uncles and cousins around. He got very good at recognizing people early on.
- He is the softest, sweetest, best boy, so it’s almost surprising how quickly he attaches to Apolline, because she’s loud from the start.
- Then again, there isn’t that big an age difference between the two of them, so maybe it makes sense.
- They go on playdates together, and Enjolras and Jehan had to (aggressively) tell a group of moms off for saying their kids were “totally in love” because neither of them will put up with that forced hetero nonsense.
- “Keep your antiquated gender roles off my baby.”
- And, come on, they’re only a few months old, give them a break.

- Antoine’s first word was definitely “papa”
- Montparnasse definitely cried
- Only Jehan saw it

so i didn’t know that Neil casually/accidentally wearing a crop top was a kink of mine??

- neil stumbling out of the bedroom in the morning with bed hair and wearing an old dryer-shrunken exy shirt
- that’s tight around his broad shoulders and wayyyy too short neilhowdidyounotnotice
- and andrew’s eyes go directly to his toned, tan stomach
- and Neil smiles really affectionately and sleepily at him and keeps walking to the kitchen
- so andrew gets a perfect view as he walks away of his tapered waist and the dimples on his lower back
- andrew had stopped talking to Nicky mid-sentence (not that Nicky noticed, he’s too busy staring at that fine piece of- neil too), and now he looks back at Nicky and growls “get out”
- and then he’s throwing himself over the back of the couch and heading towards neil
- who is now leaning against the counter and watching andrew’s approach
- I can’t decide if he has a shitty face because he knows exactly what he’s doing by wearing that ‘shirt’ or if he has whydoesandrewlooklikehesgoingtokillme face because he actually has no idea what he’s doing
- Andrew takes the coffee mug out of Neil’s hands and puts it on the counter next to them, gets in real close and asks, deep and gravely, “yes or no”
- Neil’s eyes widen and he says “yes” (soft and mumbly ‘cause he’s still waking up)((friends sleepy neil kills me))
- andrew puts his hands on Neil’s waist, lets his fingers trail up under the hem of the shirt, feeling both the silky smooth (and warm, so warm) skin and the striations of Neil’s scars
- Neil doesn’t say anything, he just watches Andrew’s enraptured face
- There’s a minute or two of Andrew just touching Neil and running his hands (and maybe mouth once or twice) over Neil’s bared skin
- and then Andrew’s hands move back up Neil’s sides again but take the fabric with them and neil gets the hint
- then they do it in the kitchen
- Neil keeps the shirt and maybe ‘accidentally’ shrinks a few more

idk just forever give me Neil not knowing how stupidly attractive he is and Andrew having problems keeping his hands off because of it

Jyn Erso x Reader
Word Count: 1,110

Description: Jyn is a frequent visitor to the medbay, and with those visits come a friendship along with a little something more.

You remember the first time you met Jyn, the way she had walked so calmly into the medbay as if there wasn’t a bloody gash obscuring her left forearm. She was calm, a little lightheaded though it was to be expected with an injury as serious as her own.

She felt differently.

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hey,,, it’s wednesday but who cares,, i’m really sleepy and want a reason to stay up to write more so!! let’s do a sleepover!!!

  • more gender/sexuality questions!!! i love talking about these/giving advice!!!
  • star wars and marvel shit just anything here lads
  • would you rathers
  • make me choose
  • ask for my Hot Takes!!!
  • headcanons
  • how is your day!! 
  • ask for some advice!! 
  • book recs/FIC RECS/song recs/show recs!!!!
  • tell me about your crushes! your pets! your bffs!!
Time Transcending

Ichabod Crane x Reader

Word Count: 1,521

Warnings: none 

Summary: What are you, Ichabod’s past lover from the 18th century, doing here in modern time Sleepy Hollow?  

A/N: A big thank you to @bovaria for helping me with this and looking it over for me when I finished and another thank you to both @elyshakate and @bovaria for continually encouraging me to do this :) Love you girls loads!! :* Feedback would be very helpful in deciding if I should do a part 2 or not!!

Originally posted by tonight-you-are-my-little-bitch

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Cloud watched as Denzel got himself out of the pool of water that never seemed to dry up no matter how much time passed by, the flowers - her flowers - blooming wildly around it as if standing guard.

The boy was considerably wet, his pants clearly soaked all the way through. He tried shaking himself dry, but after moments passed the endeavor proved hopeless.

“Why don’t you go stand under the sun while you wait for me outside?” the man suggested to the kid.

Denzel stopped his movement and seemed to think about it before he nodded. “I’ll just wait by the bike.” With that, he ran off.

Cloud’s gaze followed him as he left. He was about to turn back when he heard the soft fluttering of leaves in the hushed space, then the sound of quiet footfalls on the old, wooden floor.

The man stood stock-still, afraid the sound would disappear if he dared to stir. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he had to gasp for air - waiting for what, he did not know. All he knew was a sense of yearning so deep it threatened to drive him to his knees.

A few more moments of faint noises behind him. Then, complete silence. Panic drove Cloud to turn around and look. He didn’t know what he had been hoping to find, but only biting disappointment greeted him.

Shaking his head at the absurd hope that burrowed itself in his chest, he muttered, “Must have imagined it.”

An answering giggle pinned him to the spot; the sound so pure, and so very familiar.

“I see someone’s been taking care of my flowers for me.” Her voice rang in his head, bringing up painful, tender memories of innocent green eyes and a gentle smile.

“Mm.” Cloud couldn’t say anything else past the lump of emotion that choked him.

“Denzel must be doing fine if he came with you here.”

“He wanted a flower for Marlene,” Cloud answer her unspoken question. “Said it would be his way of thanking her for taking care of him.”

Tender heat touched his back as if she stood nearby, like the time she comforted him when he lost himself in emotion as he prepared to face her loss yet again.

“Hmm. The place is quite a mess,” she scolded him playfully. “And, really? Your old sword? Tsk, tsk. I would have thought you’d know of a better gift for visiting, Strife.” Her mirth was evident in her tone.

Cloud had to smile at that. “It belongs here.” Belongs with you.

She sighed jokingly. “Guess I can bear with it. Next time, bring a better one, would you?”

Silence filled the air. Neither wanted to speak, nor did they need to. There were no words that could possibly encompass everything they wanted to say in this stolen moment.

“Denzel’s waiting,” she reminded him after a while.


“Keep him safe for us, ne?”

“Mm.” A reassuring nod.

Cloud stepped forward, his heart heavy from the weight of unfulfilled desires. He couldn’t help the words that escaped. “I wish we had more time.” We should have had more time.

The sound of his footsteps was the only reply. The loss almost made him falter in his steps.

Then a gentle hand touched his arm in a soothing caress. “We’ll have our time. Go and live. Live my share, too.” She tightened her grip encouragingly. “I’ll be waiting. I know we’ll meet each other again.”

Cloud felt the touch of her lips on back, and then it was gone. A fleeting sensation that burned his skin through the clothes he wore. He clutched at the arm she had held as if he would somehow keep the heat of her touch there permanently.

“Cloud, hurry up!” Denzel’s voice was full of his young impatience. “I’m almost toasting here.”

Cloud smiled as he listened to the boy’s complaint - the boy he had been entrusted to care for.

The warmth of her presence lingered in the area, comforting him despite the  reminder of what now could never be.

But Aerith was right. He was alive. He had to carry on no matter how excruciating or lonely it was at times. After all, he was now living the lives of two. He was living for her sake as well.

Maybe he should take up Cid’s offer to give him a ride in his airship after all.

Cloud took one more look at the flowers behind him. “I’ll see you when it’s all over,” he said into the quiet as he walked away.

An echo of a farewell that had turned into a goodbye.


Does anyone else find that they are more awake at night then they are in the day?

Does anyone else find that they have more energy at night and feel like they could run a marathon?

Does anyone else know what it feels like to be alone in the house because everyone else is asleep, getting nervous at the creeks of the house that no one else hears?

Does anyone else snack on food while they wait patiently for their body to get tired?

Does anyone else reply on films, Twitter and tumblr to get them through until 4am until they get sleepy?

Does anyone else panic when they aren’t asleep at 3am but have to get up at 6am for school/work?

That’s insomnia for you, and it’s a bitch.

Yuuri getting on Viktor's nerves on purpose
  • Yuuri: *Instagram taping of course, that's my thing now 😂*
  • Viktor: *Sleeping in bed*
  • Yuuri: it's time to get up, it's ten AM.
  • Viktor: *inaudible*
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: Alright, time for my daily stress release,
  • Yuuri: *literally jumps on Viktor*
  • Viktor: *Groans, before laughing, sleepy face being taped* You're morning persona is so problematic for me
  • Yuuri: *smugly* You're generally problematic for me
  • Viktor: *gapes humorously*
  • *Video ends.*
  • .
  • Yuuri: *taping Viktor with no shirt*
  • Viktor: *Searching for a shirt* *to himself* where the hell are they?
  • Yuuri: *Smug asf*I kinda get why you hide my shirts all the time, it's a good show watching you search.
  • Viktor: *grins looking at camera* Did you take my shirts?
  • Yuuri: And I'm not giving them back, I'm being brought back to when you showed up at my house, and told me you were gonna be my coach while naked.
  • Viktor: *slightly red as he laughs turning away*
  • Yuuri: wait!
  • Viktor: *turns and looks expectantly*
  • Yuuri: *points the camera up and down at him* okay you can go.
  • Viktor: *laughing as video ends*
  • .
  • *Both on couch, Yuuri laying back on Viktor, before Viktor noticing he's being taped*
  • Viktor: Wasn't this suppose to be a date day? You said no Instagram on date days.
  • Yuuri: Do you abide by that rule ever?
  • Viktor:
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: then I guess I can do it, huh?
  • .
  • *Stilled on couch altered but pretty much the same position, watching TV*
  • Viktor: After we're married no Instagram tapes
  • Yuuri: Nah, imma keep doin' it.
  • Viktor: *Grins laughing* you just completely disregarded me.
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: I don't care, imma keep doin' it.
  • Viktor: put the phone away!
  • *Ends with Yuuri giggles*
  • .
  • *Viktor looking pouty, and Yuuri still laying on him*
  • Yuuri: Hey, Viktor.
  • Viktor: *See's phone, then rolls his eyes* Yuuri, I swear to go--
  • Yuuri: just listen,
  • Viktor: *pouts and does what he's told*
  • Yuuri: *just looks at him smiling for a moment*
  • Yuuri: I love you
  • Viktor: *turns bright red at how he was genuine and smug at the same time*
  • Viktor: *grins brightly* I love you, too.
  • Viktor: *smiled as Yuuri pecks his cheek*
  • *End*

This is why I have trust issues

prplzorua  asked:

Oh man your'e awesome,Sleepy Tom is the best! XD love your writing, keep it up! Also fic idea, you had sick!Marco at one point i think, i'm pretty sure... how bout sick Tom? Marco wanting to be a mother hen, but doesn't have the first clue about demon-biology, just our lil' hispanic boy begging star to bribe glossaryck to give him a round up of whats wrong with Tom (tbh its a tiny lil demon cold or smthn and glossaryck lies to Marco for fun) poor guy freaks out

Omg thank you so much for the kind words! Sleepy Tom is my life. I hope you like it! Here you go, and enjoy!


“Tom? Tom, are you alright? You’ve been sleeping all day.” Marco nudged his boyfriend. Tom sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Tom assured. He yawned and squinted his eyes.

“You look bad.” Marco said. Tom shrugged.

“I’ll be okay.” Tom promised. He fell against Marco and started to doze off again. Marco felt his head.

“You feel cold!” Marco exclaimed. He laid Tom down on the couch and gave him a blanket. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.” Marco promised, Tom nodded, already falling asleep. Marco walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water and advil. That’s what he always took when he was sick. He brought it back to Tom. Tom sat up.

“I can’t drink that, it’ll make me worse.” Tom told him apologetically.

“It will?” Marco asked. “They always say to drink liquids.”

“Yeah but, when I get sick my fire gets weaker so… you wanna stay away from liquid.” Tom explained. Marco nodded, he should have guessed that. He handed Tom the pill, only to be burnt horribly by his hand.

“OW! I thought you got cold?” Marco gasped. Tom looked up with a guilty look.

“Temperature fluctuation is normal… It happens quickly and extremely. Marco maybe I should go home.” Tom offered. Marco shook his head.

“No, sweetie, it’s okay, I’m going to try and take care of you.” Marco promised. He looked back down at Tom to see he was shivering now. “Cold again?” Marco asked. Tom nodded with chattering teeth. Marco was just standing there, he had no idea how demon illnesses worked! “Wait one minute.” Marco told him and took off up the stairs and swung the door to Star’s room.

“Star! I need Glosseryk!!” Marco cried. Star finger gunned.

“This sounds urgent. I want in.” She said. Marco groaned.

“I don’t know, Tom’s sick.” Marco explained. Glosseryk flew out of his book.

“The demon child is sick?” He asked. Marco nodded. “Okay, what’s the matter with him?”

“He can hardly stay awake, and he keeps getting hot and cold.” Marco explained.

“Oh that just sounds like a bad cold.” Glosseryk shrugged. Marco sighed in relief. “That or he’s dying.” He continued. Marco jumped up.

“WHAT!?” He exclaimed.

“Yeah… you should probably go check on him.” Glosseryk continued. Marco took off out of the bedroom. Star looked at Glosseryk.

“Is Tom really dying?”

“No. I just wanted to see if I could get Marco worked up. I could. It was easy.”


Marco sat by Tom and petted his hair. “Tom? Can you hear me?” Marco asked. Tom mumbled something in his sleep. “Tom, please open our eyes.” Marco begged.

“No.” Tom mumbled. Marco sighed and hugged the demon.

“Tom I need you to open your eyes, okay? I need to know you’re okay.” Marco begged. Tom opened one eye.

“Marco… I’m fine.” He muttered. Tom pushed himself up and managed to look at Marco. “Did you think I wasn’t?” He asked.

“Glosseryk said you might be dying.” Marco said with tears. Tom couldn’t help but let out a raspy laugh at his boyfriend.

“I’m not dying, Mar-Mar.” Tom smiled and leaned his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I feel like I am.” He joked. “But no, I just have a cold.” Tom assured. Marco looked surprised at Tom’s explanation.

“But… Glosseryk said-”

“Glosseryk likes messing with you.” Tom admitted. Marco laughed a little at himself. He hugged Tom close and laid his head on his shoulder.

“I guess I overreacted a little.” Marco decided. Tom laughed.

“You think?” He giggled. Tom coughed a little and nuzzled closer to Marco. “Thanks for trying to take care of me.” Tom thanked. Marco hugged him close, happy he couldn’t catch a demon sickness.

“Of course T.” Marco kissed his head. “Is there anything else I can get for you?” Marco offered. Tom shook his head.

“No. I just want you here.” Tom told him. Marco laughed and held him closer until he fell asleep yet again. Marco looked at his sleeping demon. “Get well soon, you little fire hazard.”

Sleepiness is so pretty. I mean, that soft, vulnerable state of being not all the way awake, rumpled and kind of heavy.

Give me Sam rubbing at his jaw with his fluffy, disheveled sleep hair, blearily stumbling around the bunker on a half-blind but familiar quest for the coffee maker.

Give me Dean in that dead guy robe, hiding his bare legs and his old man slippers, his hair sticking up every which way and his stubble a little more grown in as he follows his nose to the kitchen where Sam has coffee brewing.

Give me those boys sitting across from each other in pretty, sleepy, comfortable silence while they sip their coffee, table small enough that their knuckles almost brush where their hands are wrapped around their mugs, small smiles creeping in as the caffeine wakes them up.

if sleepy hollow does get canceled, the one thing that will never leave me is that season three ended with ichabod crane as a coward

throughout the series, he’s faced every trial and tribulation without hesitation. his fears are no more. but the one thing he couldn’t do is tell abbie mills that he loves her. and I don’t blame ichabod the character at all - it’s completely the writers’ fault. it’s like of course it’s not his fault, he’s a fictional character. but the entire episode was people talking about ichabod being in love and ichabod himself finally realizing and giving into it. I could even see the point where tom looked like he wanted to say it so so bad on the porch, but it wasn’t in the script.

abbie died with ichabod never telling her he loved her and that will never be okay with me