#mine: sleepy hollow

[hannamarins]

tv show challenge 📺 1 of 2 platonic relationships

               ↳ ichabod crane & abigail mills - sleepy hollow (2013-2017)

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: romantic

[diidona]

SLEEPY HOLLOW (1999) dir. Tim Burton

[jensens-ackles]

🎃 SARA’S SPOOKTOBER 🎃 ↳ SLEEPY HOLLOW (1999) dir. tim burton Ichabod Crane is sent to Sleepy Hollow to investigate the decapitations of three people; the culprit is legendary apparition The Headless Horseman.

[branfraser]

SLEEPY HOLLOW (1999) dir. Tim Burton

[cristinaricci]

SLEEPY HOLLOW (1999) dir. Tim Burton The horseman came for love of carnage.

[swim-forthemusic]

picspams: Katrina Van Tassel (Sleepy Hollow, 1999)

I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.

[unvexes]

there, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds

headless: a sleepy hollow story (2022) / ophelia, sir john everett millais

[didanagy]

Sleepy Hollow (1999)

dir. tim burton

[zacksnydered]

Sleepy Hollow (1999) Dir. Tim Burton

[pushing-daisies-renaissance]

I can and WILL write a pushing daisies AU and/or crossover about every single movie and tv show I’m obsessed with and none of you can stop me

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: mythological

[diidona]

SLEEPY HOLLOW (1999) dir. Tim Burton

[balaenabooks]

An adaptation of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow where everything occurs more or less in the same way it does in the original story except that Katrina von Tassel gets with the Headless Horseman instead of either Ichabod Crane or Brom Bones.

The final scene: Ichabod has discovered (via slapstick) that the spooky motherfucker who's been chasing him all night is just Brom in disguise. Brom still intends to finish what he started and is just about deck Ichabod straight in the face when they both hear the sound of galloping hoofbeats and a wicked, bone-chilling cackle.

The Headless Horseman rides by with Katrina behind him in the saddle, holding him by the waist like a stereotypical biker's girlfriend. The Horseman pauses a moment and Katrina waves to the stupefied Ichabod and Brom, calling with a laugh, "Happy Halloween, boys!" The Horseman's pumpkin head gives a wink, his steed rears up (perfectly silhouetted by the full moon), and they disappear into the night.

While the credits roll we see Ichabod and Brom together in the tavern the next day, contemplating their beers and reconsidering their life choices.

[moon-shower]

“Dear god, please spare me,” still today, scrawled on the wall of Lincoln Eyre’s old cottage.

Quaintly nestled in the fields of Gloucestershire sits a small village by the name of Bibury — like a tumbled stone in the riverbed, seeing all and knowing no one. That is until 1823, when the Eyre’s cobbler business found a home in the hidden hinterland. Lincoln Eyre — a dreamer, an artist, doomed by the constraints of money and time — followed his parents with a dollar to his name.

The monotonous hand over hand, tongue over teeth made him wish to tear the skin off his body. 1, 2, 3 inhale. 1, 2, 3 coins in savings of his sanity.

With these scraps, he scraped by, expending nearly everything on paint, brushes, canvas, forsaking food to feed the mind. Cerulean blues, lush greens, and lilac purple skies — the daydreams of otherworldly freedom. Painting after painting, further and further neglecting the Eyres and their business. With nothing left, he vowed that this painting, the edges glowing and peculiar, had to be the last.

Some say Lincoln Eyre died of starvation, others that he went mad and ran into the Oxhill Wood. Yet some claim his passion ignited something special in that painting. Something which finally fulfilled his wishes and answered his prayers.