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nerds-yearbook · 4 months

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In 1961, criminals pulled off a daring caper by stealing a million dollars worth of gold headed to Fort Knox. Knowing they were going to be wanted men and the gold too hot fence, they had themselves placed in suspended animation in a cave till the year 2061. ("The Rip Van Winkle Caper", The Twilight Zone, TV)

#nerds yearbook #1961 #2061 #tz #twilight zone #rod serling #cryogenic #suspended animation #thieves #justus addiss #simon oakland #fort knox #oscar beregi jr #lew gallo #john mitchum #wallace rooney #shirley o'hara #rip van winkle caper

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ilikecrocssuckit · 10 months

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Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Headless (Web Series)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Matilda Bishop/Abraham "Brom Bones" Van Brunt, Katrina Van Tassel/Rip Van Winkle, Ichabod Crane/Katrina Van Tassel

Characters: Matilda Bishop, Baltus Van Tassel, Abraham "Brom Bones" Van Brunt, Katrina Van Tassel, Judy Gardenier, Rip Van Winkle Jr. (Headless), Verla Wolfson, Diedrich Knickerbocker (Headless), Tripp (Headless), Cal (Headless), Blair (Headless), Headless Horseman (Headless)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Adaptation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Childhood Friends, Dysfunctional Family, Resurrection

Summary:

A little flashback for you all as we begin to understand more of what's going on.

#headless: a sleepy hollow story #shipwrecked comedy #headless series #matilda bishop #brom bones #headless #the bones decide #baltus van tassel #medieval au #fantasy au #fanfic #kat van tassel

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kateeorg · 2 years

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Headless Theories (as of Episode 2)

Read below for expectations spoilers:

In the original short story, Judith Van Winkle, Rip's daughter, married and changed her name to Gardenier in the time he was asleep. And James Tolbert's role in the Kickstarter was credited as "Rip Van Winkle Jr.", even though he's only been referred to as Rip Van Winkle in the series proper. With Judy's exaggerated accent in mind, what if Judy is faking the accent and her identity to get close to the mayor and figure out her brother's disappearance?

The Horseman is Ichabod's great-times-whatever grandfather, or like a Lost Lenore for one of Ichabod's ancestors. With the multiple mentions of Ichabod's late grandmother, who presumably gave Ichabod the necklace that has the same symbol as the Horseman's word, I have to think they're connected somehow. His grandmother probably told him about Sleepy Hollow and that's why he took the job.

Ichabod is a secret badass. He knew enough about pressure points to get out of Brom's headlock and he has a secret reason for being in Sleepy Hollow. Plus, Sinead used to write fics based on the Tim Burton Sleepy Hollow, where Ichabod was a badass. It wouldn't surprise me if he's tougher than he's letting on.

#headless series #theories #shipwrecked comedy

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boricuacherry-blog · 1 year

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Some of the books in MJ's library

Taj Jackson shared that his famous uncle loved the book The Law of Success by Napoleon Hill. He says Jackson loved this book and owned several copies of it.

According to biographer J. Randy Taraborrelli, in the early 80s, Jackson gave copies of the book The Autobiography of P.T. Barnum to both his lawyer and manager and told them, "Make this your Bible. I want my life to be the greatest show on earth."

The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway

Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving

The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale

Animal Language by Michael Bright

Complete Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson

The 48 Laws of Power

Seagull by Jonathan Livingston

Poetry by Rabindranath Tagore

Robert Burns poems

White Nights: The Story of a Prisoner in Russia by Menachem Begin

Hagakure: The Book of The Samurai by T. Yamamoto

Books by Sri Aurobindo

Books by Kalki Krishnamurthy

The Greatest Salesman in the World by OG Mandino

Malcolm X by Malcolm Haley

The Red Balloon by Albert Lamorisse

The Complete Works of O. Henry

The Verger by Somerset Maugham

The Reluctant Dragon by Kenneth Grahame

The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Tyger by William Blake

Sufi Poetry

The Bridge of Sighs by Thomas Hood

The Prophet by Khalil Gibran

Thoughts of Love: A Collection of Poems on Love by Susan Polis Schutz

Complete Stories and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe

They Cage the Animals at Night by Jennings Michael Burch

The Gift of Acabar by Og Mandino

Leaders of Men by Henry Woldmar Ruoff

Reflections in Black by Deborah Willis

Black in America by Eli Reed

Black Heroes of The 20th Century by Jessie Carney Smith

The Negro Caravan by Sterling A. Brown

Before the Mayflower by Lerone Bennet Jr.

How to Eat To Live by Elijah Muhammad

Your Creative Power by Alex Osborn

My Autobiography by Charlie Chaplin

Elvis Day By Day by Peter Guralnick

James Dean: An American Icon by David Loehr

Goldwyn: A Biography by A. Scott Berg

Duse: A Biography by William Weaver

Steps In Time by Fred Astaire

Bruce Lee: The Celebrated Life of the Golden Dragon by John Little

Songs My Mother Taught Me by Marlon Brando

Elia Kazan: A Life by Elia Kazan

The Rolling Stones: A Life on the Road

Abraham Lincoln by Carl Sandburg

Lincoln's Devotional by Carl Sandburg

Lennon in America: 1971-1980, Based in Part on the Lost Lennon Diaries, by Geoffrey Giuliano

Glass Onion: The Beatles In Their Own Words by Geoffrey Giuliano

The Beatles Illustrated Lyrics by Alan Aldridge

The Lost Lennon Interviews by Geoffrey Giuliano

Things We Said Today: Conversations with the Beatles by Geoffrey Giuliano

Books about Hitler - talking to Rabbi Schmuley Boteach, he said, "Hitler was a genius orator. To make that many people turn and change and hate, he had to be a showman and he was."

#mj #michael jackson #book #books #neverland #neverland ranch #library #neverland library

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murfreesboronews · 2 years

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Terry Van Winkle Obituary

Terry “T. J.” Van Winkle, Jr., age 44 of LaVergne, TN, passed away Thursday, October 20, 2022. He was preceded in death by his father, Terry Van Winkle, Sr. his grandparents, Rip and Pauline Van Winkle and Billy Creasy, and uncles, Temmy Van Winkle, Michael Creasy, and J R Creasy. T. J. is survived by his mother, Alta “Sissy” Amagliani and her husband Joe of Murfreesboro, TN; sisters, Stefanie…

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 2 years

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (87): Wed 8th Jun 2022

Before work I re-watched the Twilight Zone episode The Rip Van Winkle Caper. In this episode a group of thieves steal a load of gold from Fort Knox then cryogenically freeze themselves for 100 hundred year so that when they unthaw no-one will know who they are and they can sell the gold and be rich. The group ends up walking in the dessert and eventually killing one another for water until there is only one left. This one remaining thief is found by a married couple and offers them his gold to save him but dies before they can get him medical attention. The couple then reveal that in their present gold is useless because they found a way to make it. This episode has one of the most creative plots of the entire series and although I think the twist is a bit underwhelming for reasons I'll get into later, the two central performances by Simon Oakland and Oscar Beregi Jr are the saving grace of this episode. The plot of a group of close friends gradually killing each other to ensure their own survival was done before in the season one episode "I Shot an Arrow Into the Air” which wasn’t a terrible episode but was a bit under-thought out in my opinion, this episode does the story much better and is a much more interesting story. Oscar Beregi, Jr. was born to play a bad guy. He has such a sinister voice and a menacing look that you can't imagine him playing anything but utter monsters. I especially love his slow delivery of his lines. He doesn't scream and shout he takes his time delivering his monologues like a serial killer taking his sweet time to torture his victims rather than kill them with one blow. The echoing of his voice around the glass casket and the cave is especially creepy. I also love the second half of the film where they go to great effort to get over just how tired the two characters are. Their clothes are soaking wet and they even dry out Belegi Jr's lips to sell how hot it is which is great attention to detail. The first time I saw the twist ending I thought it was really clever. The idea that all of these men’s efforts and their descent into madness and murder was, in the end, all for nothing is a really good ironic twist of fate. However the more I think about it, the potential impact the twist could have had if they'd altered it a bit feels wasted. Farewell dies before he learns that the Gold is useless. Surely it would be a better twist if Farwell survived and then as he was recovering in hospital discovered that the gold was useless meaning he'd committed murder for no reason. Sadly the nitpicks don't stop there. The part where De Cruz runs "over" Brooks with the car is kind of lame. Were there no stunt men who could have jumped over the car instead of just having the car drive past the actor and then have the actor crumble to the ground? Also after De Cruz kills Brooks he lets the car drive off a cliff? Why? They need that to get to the town. There's no logical reason to do this other than Serling needed the characters to walk through the desert and he had to get rid of the car they used to get to the cave. If that was the case why not have had them drive for a little bit then have the car break down? Also after the characters awaken De Cruz opens the cave by pulling on something off screen and the rock covering the entrance moves like a sliding door? What kind of door system have they set up in a cave in the middle of the desert to achieve this affect? What is this The Flintstones? Later in the episode Farwell has to reach all the way into his pouch before he realizes his canister isn't there. Surely he would be able to tell just by looking? Then towards the end of the episode Farwell drops one of his two gold bars and he keeps walking without picking it up. I get that it's to sell how tired he is but then he continues walking so how much harder would it be to pick up the gold? While not a nitpick per-se one thing I think the episode could have done a little bit better to ramp up the tension is to have Farwell discover that De Cruz actually stole his canister when he wasn't looking in order to give him more motive for killing him. The main problem I have from this episode though is the fact that Farwell is a scientist who has invented a way to cryogenically preserve human beings for over a century and yet the way he tries to earn cash is to rob a train and then freeze himself to allude the law? Surely the invention of ths machine itself would ensure that he would become a gagillionaire, right? The ability to freeze a human being and then awaken him in the future? I’m pretty sure that would fetch a large sum of cash, there’s no need to resort to train robberies when you could earn a fortune legally. But yeah other than all those nitpicks this is a flawless episode.

At work I got an email saying that my first day with Amazon was tomorrow at 8:00am. This sent me into a panic because I had been told that my first day was on Friday at 9AM so why had it changed now. This made me a nervous wreck for the rest of the day because I didn't want to be shafting the call centre in order to start work with Amazon a day early as this might hurt references for future jobs should I need them. On my lunch break I drove home and called up the Amazon new recruits line and the girl I spoke to seemed convinced that it’s definitely Friday and this email saying it was tomorrow was simply a mistake. I’d like to say I’m reassured but hmm...Don’t forget she is a person who isn’t me and therefore an idiot after all so I'm not sure I can trust her. I'm really hoping I don’t get a call from Amazon just after 8 tomorrow asking where the fuck I am and since I haven't shown up for my first day they're revoking their offer.

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shipwreckedcomedy · 3 years

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Our story contains a wee little wrinkle, Sleepy Hollow is home to not one but two Winkles 🌙

James Tolbert is Rip Van Winkle Jr. Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story | Now on Kickstarter! 💀

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/shipwrecked/headless-a-sleepy-hollow-story#

Photo by Eric Carroll Graphics by Corey Lubowich

#headless series #headless: a sleepy hollow story #shipwrecked comedy #james tolbert #rip van winkle jr

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sonnetthebard · 3 years

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On Losing One’s Head

Or, in other words, my entry to @shipwreckedcomedy‘s fanfiction contest. I have had a really fun time reading the works of Washington Irving to prep for this, and it’s only made me more excited for this series. Even though I know in a modern adaptation it may be changed I’m sticking to a lot of the facts that Irving gives us about the Headless Horseman. Thank you to everyone on here who gave me ideas/ inspiration/ let me rant to you for a bit while I figured this out. It took a bit longer than I had anticipated, but I’m really happy with it. This is probably so far from canon, but I got a prompt from the wonderful ‘S’ anon on here and I had to write it. Enjoy!

Genre: Comedy/ Fluff/ Mystery/ A Pinch of Angst

Words: 4249

TL;DR: Ichabod Crane tries to unravel a bit of the Headless Horseman’s past in order to try and figure out where his head might be.

TW: Minor bullying, Mentions of war, mentions of PTSD, mentions of decapitation

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Ichabod Crane navigated the hallways of the school, eyes trained on his feet. He normally wouldn’t allow himself to walk with such a closed posture- it exposed him for how nervous he was (which was, contrary to popular belief, a more recent development in his personality). This town had put him a bit on edge. This town and his roommate, who was as inexplicable as he was persistent, and happened to be the reason he was allowing himself to walk with such a closed posture. He had a series of questions to ask his roommate at the forefront of his mind, and he’d spent a majority of the day figuring out how to word them so that he didn’t sound completely heartless. He didn’t want anything or anyone distracting him, because the talk he was about to have was very important- well, he thought it was anyways. It was important to him. His roommate seemed like a good person, and he really did want to help him (though it seemed like his roommate was doing more ‘helping’ at the moment than Ichabod was).

Ichabod’s roommate was, of course, the infamous Headless Horseman. It had certainly made his life interesting- especially given that he was only just settling into this new town and his new position. He was just navigating his new life, and now on top of that, he was also trying to find his friend’s head. So far, no luck on that front. He hadn’t had a lot of luck on many fronts. It didn’t seem like his colleagues were particularly fond of him- especially not Douffe Martling or Brom Bones and his cronies. He wasn’t quite sure what it was with Martling other than perhaps a naturally uptight attitude, but he could at least venture a guess on why Brom Bones didn’t like him. It seemed they both had their eyes set on the same woman- which was another front on which Ichabod had not been very lucky. Katrina Van Tassel, the woman his heart had decided to set on, did not seem to reciprocate his affections in the slightest. Mind you Ichabod also found her incredibly hard to read. She was confident and smart, and one could interpret nearly everything she did as flirtatious. But you also got the overwhelming sense when interacting with her that she was not flirting in the slightest.

Ichabod needed to stop distracting himself, he thought, as pleasant of a distraction as Kat was. He was on a roll. He was trying to get back to his room in a timely matter because (and I cannot emphasize this enough) this conversation was important. It was also a conversation that his friend would prefer to keep confidential, so he needed to get back to his room and have it before anyone could decide to tag along. He wasn’t the only person in Sleepy Hollow who wanted to help the Headless Horseman find his head. In fact, he had many supporters. But this particular conversation was delicate. Ichabod intended to ask how precisely his new friend had come about losing his head. Ichabod believed that perhaps even though this head wasn’t the Horseman’s original one, it may be able to help with some of his memories- physical memories, that was. It would likely be a hard conversation, Ichabod considered. Losing one’s head seemed like it would be traumatic. Remembering that feeling wouldn’t be pleasant for his friend. He would eventually need to share the necessary details with those who were intent on helping him and his friend, but perhaps the Horseman might feel slightly more comfortable having the initial conversation privately where he could express his emotions without judgement- if, of course, he had any. It was more of a precaution.

Ichabod found himself so consumed in his thoughts that he neglected to notice a foot extended in front of him. He was looking at his feet. He really should have seen it. But he was in a state not uncommon to him where the world within his head had taken precedence over the world outside of it. Ichabod tumbled to the ground with a thud, and it was not long until a roaring chorus of laughter resounded above him. He did not even need to look up to know precisely who he had encountered and what had happened. He did the courtesy of looking up anyways- though it was probably only feeding their egos to see the embarrassment flush on his face. As Ichabod had suspected, the figures of Brom Bones and his three usual companions Tripp, Cal and Blair loomed above him, their bodies racking with every laugh. Ichabod sighed, fixing his glasses and trying not to pay them much mind. The more upset he got with them and their shenanigans, the more satisfied they would be with their results (which meant that they’d be inclined to throw something else his way). He stood, brushing himself off and starting back on his way. Before he could get very far, though, he felt a strong grip on his arm pulling him back. Even once he had stopped walking, it didn’t let go. It seemed Brom wasn’t through terrorizing him yet.

“Where are you going?” The strapping Brom Bones smirked. It was a smirk Ichabod was all too familiar with, and one that he had very much hoped he wouldn’t be seeing. Brom was holding him up intentionally. He knew Ichabod didn’t want to be there. “You look like you’re in a hurry.”

“Well-” Ichabod started before being cut off.

“You going to try to pick up Katrina?” Tripp teased, pouting and cooing mockingly at the mention of the woman Ichabod had taken a liking took. He sighed as all four men found amusement in that and erupting into laughter again.

“What? No!” Ichabod blushed.

“Ichabod and Kat, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-” Cal and Blair cooed before Brom raised a hand to signal for them to stop.

“That’s enough, guys.” Brom told them, trying not to show how much that bothered him. There was only just a hint of jealousy in his tone, but it was enough for the boys to know they’d gone too far. He seemed to size up Ichabod again, before letting go of Ichabod’s arm. Ichabod sighed in relief, thinking that he was finally free... until Brom wrapped an arm around him in a seemingly friendly gesture, putting on his smug smirk again. Ichabod seized up a bit. He was not too fond of physical contact at the best of times, but especially not from Brom Bones. It took everything in him not to scowl. “So if you’re not going to see Kat... what’s the rush getting out of here?”

“I’m going to have a talk with the Horseman.” Ichabod told him plainly, hoping that was enough to get him out of this. Whatever Brom Bones had against Ichabod, the feeling was entirely mutual.

“But don’t you, like, live with him?” Cal pointed out.

“You could literally talk to him any time.” Tripp nodded.

“Yes, but I’ve spent all day planning this conversation.” Ichabod sighed. There were very few people Ichabod knew who would understand his situation, and these men were most certainly not among them. “I have to do it soon before I forget what I was going to say.”

“It’s just a conversation, man!” Tripp laughed.

“It’s not just any conversation.” Ichabod told him, getting an idea. “It’s about his head.”

“You’re still on that, are you?” Brom rolled his eyes, letting him go. He knew he didn’t need to hold Ichabod there anymore. Not only did Blair, Tripp and Cal have him surrounded, but... now Ichabod felt socially obligated to stay. Brom Bones was a lot smarter than he let on (at least socially). Most bullies were.

“Well... yes. I’d like to help him find it.” Ichabod shrugged.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Brom warned him in what Ichabod might almost consider to be a genuine tone. He hand a hand through his hair subconsciously, and Blair reached forward once he was done to fix a strand that had fallen in Brom’s face. Brom gave him a clap on the back as a silent ‘thank you’. Ichabod had always found those four men to be strangely close. “Listen, bud... he’s been missing his head a long time.”

“Since before we were born.” Blair added.

“It’s not like you’re just going to waltz in and find it.” Brom sighed. “This head probably isn’t going to know anything.”

“We don’t know that.” Ichabod countered. “We’ve finally got people taking the search for his head seriously, and I think we’re making good progress!”

“Right... you keep telling yourself that.” Brom rolled his eyes. “Alright, guys, let him go.”

“But you said-” Tripp furrowed his brows.

“He’s doing enough damage himself.” Brom sighed. The boys cleared a path for Ichabod, and he meekly started to walk away. He felt oddly embarrassed, or ashamed, about what he was doing. He tried to shake it off, but Brom had successfully gotten under his skin and he knew it. Brom chuckled, almost gloating. “Have fun, dork!”

“Thank you?” Ichabod tried, unsure as to how he was supposed to respond to that.

Ichabod made his way out of the school (but not without a cold glare from Douffe). Perhaps what Brom Bones had said had some merit. His headless friend had been missing his head for a long time. Did Ichabod really think things were magically going to go better this time around? He wasn’t even dealing with the original head. He couldn’t expect to find anything new. But then again... Ichabod himself had also posed a good point. They did seem to be making progress. And how were they supposed to know if his head could ever be found until they tried? No, Brom was wrong. Brom was wrong a lot of the time, but especially about this. He walked down the streets of the town, head down but significantly more aware of his surroundings. He’d learned his lesson- at least for now. His room was within walking distance from the school. In this town, just about everything was within walking distance. He exchanged nods of acknowledgement with a few people on the street, a smile or two. Luckily, he was running into people who knew better than to bother him when he was like this. People like Judy, Rip Jr., Verla, or Matilda. Verla and Matilda probably didn’t want to talk to him anyway. But Judy had given him a nice smile, and it had raised his spirits. It’s funny how small things could do that.

“Ichabod!” A light voice called out from behind him. Ichabod pivoted, recognizing it instantly. For anyone else, Ichabod would have simply waved, continuing on his way. But this wasn’t anyone. This was Katrina. Ichabod smiled softly upon finding that he was right. It was a dopey sort of grin commonly found in people when they saw the person that brightened their lives. “You’re out early!”

“School ended half an hour ago.” Ichabod furrowed his brows, confused by her implication.

“Oh, I know.” Kat clarified. “You usually stay a bit longer, though.”

“Oh.” Ichabod nodded. And that was when it hit him: he had absolutely no idea how to respond to that. He’d always been a little socially awkward- especially when he was under as much pressure as he was with Kat. He bit his lip, trying to think of what to say next. Luckily, Kat took care of that for him.

“Any particular reason you’re out so soon?” Kat asked, finally catching up with him. She kept walking as if silently asking him to walk with her, or maybe telling him it was okay for him to continue on his way. That she would follow. Either way, it was a great comfort to Ichabod.

“I thought of a few questions to ask the Horseman.” Ichabod told her.

“What kinds of questions?” Kat asked. Ichabod could tell she wasn’t teasing him. She was genuinely interested. But there was also an air of amusement to her that was undeniable, and admittedly rather attractive to Ichabod. It made him feel like she genuinely enjoyed his company. A light blush covered his cheeks.

“Well... I was hoping to ask him about how exactly he lost his head.” Ichabod admitted. “See if maybe his history might be able to help us figure out where to look in the present.”

“That’s a really good idea! Maybe this head will know!” Kat hummed in agreement. “I’ve always wondered about what happened... People say he was a Hessian soldier. You know, during the revolution.”

“Yes, I’m familiar with the concept of Hessian soldiers.” Ichabod hummed. “German regiments for hire, if you will, employed by the British to fight in the Revolutionary War. Do you really think he’s a Hessian?”

“That’s what the lore says.” Kat shrugged, smirking.

“All the more reason for me to talk to him about this alone.” Ichabod decided. He blushed again, not having meant to think aloud like that. “Sorry, I-”

“No, it’s okay. You’re right.” Kat assured him. “He’s probably not going to want a lot of people around if you’re talking about... you know, war. It should be just you and him.”

“I’m glad you understand.” Ichabod sighed softly in relief.

“I don’t like to talk about war anyways.” Kat admitted. “I don’t... I mean...”

“I understand.” Ichabod hummed sympathetically. No one liked talking about war. But on top of that, he knew Kat was very against slaughter of any kind. “Have you thought about how to approach it if he has... you know, PTSD?” Kat asked. “It’s pretty common in soldiers, even if this isn’t his original head.”

“I... haven’t.” Ichabod admitted. “I did work out how to ask the in a way that I think will be the least upsetting or offensive.”

“That’s a good first step.” Kat encouraged him. “Just... respect his boundaries. Give him the space and time he needs to answer- if he can answer. Don’t pressure him if he can’t.”

“Right.” Ichabod nodded, taking mental note of those things. “Thank you, Kat.”

“No problem.” Kat smiled softly. It was smiles like those that made appearances in Ichabod’s dreams as he rested his head. She had, Ichabod thought, the most beautiful smile in the world. It was so kind. They approached the inn, and Kat sighed. “Well, this is your stop.”

“It is...” Ichabod chuckled semi-nervously. He stopped, shifting his weight awkwardly on his feet. She had him so nervous that he couldn’t quite stand still.

“Good luck, Ichabod.” Kat smirked. Ichabod blushed. It seemed that nearly everything Katrina did, intentional or not, made him blush.

“Thank you!” Ichabod called after her, watching for a few moments as she continued down the street.

Ichabod sighed, imagining very briefly what their family would look like. He imagined they would be a very handsome family (though the children would get their looks from their mother- he was of the opinion that he was a bit homely). He snapped himself out of it before he could go too far down that rabbit hole. He wondered for a moment if it was weird that he was already thinking that way about a woman he hadn’t even worked up the nerve to ask out. It likely was. But his heart tended pine after things and his mind did no helping, running wild with even the smallest of fantasies. When he was a child, a teacher once told him that his appetite for the fanciful was unsurpassable. He was now rather more a man of reason than he was then, where he was willing to believe just about everything he heard. But his mind did still run wild with whims about more everyday pleasures. Rational joys, like love, romance, and food. Mostly food, until Katrina came along. For a man his size, he had a surprising appetite...

“Hey, Ichabod!” Someone called. Ichabod snapped his head, looking for where it was coming from. Oh. It was Judy again. He waved. “Do you need me to call Lucretia to get you a new key?”

“What?” Ichabod blinked.

“You’ve been standing there for a while.” Judy pointed out. “Did you lose your key?”

“Oh...” Ichabod blushed. He pulled out his keys, holding them up. “I’m fine!”

“Okay! Just wanted to be sure!” Judy chuckled, going back to her own business.

“Thank you!” Ichabod called after her. It was lovely that she cared. He quickly and carefully opened the door to his room. He saw his friend the horseman busy at work taking a tray of what appeared to be either muffins or cupcakes out of a microwave oven he’d been gifted by the family of one of his students. The room smelled wonderful. “Hello...”

“Oh, hey Ichabod!” The Horseman turned, his- or, rather, her (for now)- hair splaying out behind her in a fan-like motion. She gave him a brief smile before busying herself with her work again. Ichabod liked this head on the Horseman. “I hope you don’t mind, but while you were out I thought you might be hungry when you got home, so... I made some carrot cake muffins.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Ichabod sighed contentedly. So long as she didn’t burn the room down, he had no objections to food.

“We just have to let those sit for a bit.” The Horseman muttered, removing the last of the muffins from the pan. “There! I’ve got a cream cheese icing in the fridge for when they cool if you want.”

“Lovely.” Ichabod chuckled.

“How was your day at school?” The Horseman asked.

“Good.” Ichabod told her, sighing and taking a seat on his bed. The mention of school had reminded him of why he had left school so promptly in the first place. She seemed to be in such a good mood... he hated to ruin it. “Would you... I have a few questions.”

“Oh... sure.” The Horseman shrugged, sitting down on the small chaise in the corner of the room. “What is it?”

“I... know this isn’t your body.” Ichabod bit his lip. “But... do you remember anything about it?”

“I... don’t know. I think, a bit.” The Horseman considered.

“Do you think you might remember how you lost it?” Ichabod asked carefully. Well, that wasn’t what he’d planned on saying. He winced. “Your head, I mean. Do you remember how...”

“I... can try to.” The Horseman offered. "I don't know what I'll be able to get, though... I don't have the eyes, ears or mind of the original body"

“You could still find something.” Ichabod reasoned.

“Just give me a moment.” The Horseman nodded, sighing. She closed her eyes for a moment, head in her hands.

Ichabod gave her space and silence to think. Each new head the Horseman donned seemed to unveil a bit more about his personality. He hadn’t thought to ask about any memories before because it didn’t seem entirely logical to assume that any head other than his own would hold them. But... he’d gotten the idea at school today that maybe the body had a few memories of its own. Like a physical memory. It was silly. And it might lead to nothing. But the chance that it might amount to something was too much for Ichabod to pass us. He was a man of science. And with science comes experimentation. It’s how humanity evolves and grows. This was an experiment that might prove fruitless but was still necessary. Because like many experiments, you can never be certain of what you’re going to find until you conduct it. After a moment, the Horseman raised her head and opened her eyes.

“Anything?” Ichabod asked cautiously.

“Not much.” The Horseman shook her head.

“Not much is better than nothing.” Ichabod blinked, pleasantly surprised. “What did you remember?”

“Well... I don’t have anything visual or auditory... because like I said, those are kind of gone...” The Horseman warned him. “But I can remember... I think the body was fighting. I mean, obviously it was on horseback. That’s how it got its name. But... I think it was holding a gun of some sort. Maybe a musket?”

“Interesting... so perhaps you were a soldier...” Ichabod hypothesized. “Anything else?”

“Well... you’re not gonna like this.” The Horseman chuckled nervously. She clearly didn’t like it either. “I don’t think this body’s head was cut off.”

“What?” Ichabod blinked.

“From what I got, it felt more like the head was ripped off. Or blown off. I’m kinda leaning towards it being blown off...” The Horseman winced.

“With a gun?” Ichabod asked cautiously.

“I’m thinking something a bit bigger than a bullet.” The Horseman shook her head. “I don’t know what, though.”

“Well, a cannonball would be too big...” Ichabod thought aloud.

“You know what, I don’t think it would.” The Horseman snapped her fingers. An almost cartoonish ‘lightbulb moment' look graced her features.

“A cannonball?” Ichabod gulped.

Well... she was right. he didn’t like that. Because if his friend had lost his head to a cannonball, the odds of it being in good shape were slim. He certainly hoped that this Headless Helper, as he’d named her, was wrong. That maybe the head had been cut clean off. Or that if it hadn’t, it was at least in usable shape. Mind you, he realized, his friend was certainly not around by any natural means, and it was wrong to assume that his head would have been preserved by any natural means either. This entire situation was unlike anything Ichabod had ever been through. It was terrifying... and absolutely thrilling. Ichabod had always imagined himself playing hero, and though these circumstances were odd ones, he was finally living that reality in a way. But back to the matter at hand... perhaps he now had more clues to his Headless friend’s identity.

“I’m sorry...” The Horseman winced. “I know that’s probably not what you wanted to hear.”

“Actually, it really helps. Very useful information.” Ichabod assured her. “This is the closest we’ve gotten to finding out who the Horseman is. Thank you.”

“I’m just happy I could help.” The Horseman smiled shyly.

“Are you okay?” Ichabod asked carefully.

“I think so.” The Horseman shrugged. “I just... I feel bad for this guy. What he went through sucks.”

“Yes it does.” Ichabod hummed sympathetically.

“I mean, I guess it was a quick death.” The Horseman reasoned. “I just... wow.”

“I’m sorry for-” Ichabod started.

“No. Don’t be. I really want this guy to find his head.” The Horseman cut him off. “I’m fine.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Ichabod nodded, not wanting to push. There was a moment of silence between them. “You know, it’s okay not to be.”

“What?” The Horseman blinked, confused.

“It’s okay not to be fine.” Ichabod told her. “And if you’re not, or you need anything... I’m here.”

“Thank you.” The Horseman sighed. There was another moment of silence. Ichabod didn’t know what else to say. "I think the muffins have probably cooled enough for us to try. Want one?”

“I would love one.” Ichabod nodded getting up, walking to his desk, and pulling out his notebook.

And so Ichabod Crane took some rather detailed notes on his findings, however scarce, and his new hypotheses about where they might find his friend’s head. While he did this, he snacked on one (or two, or three) of the Headless Helper’s muffins- which were exceptional. Especially for the grade of the oven they’d been baked in. This head had a knack for knowing precisely what Ichabod needed and providing it to him. The other heads he’d encountered... not so much. It was a finicky business working with his headless friend because with every new head he changed fairly drastically- almost as if he were an entirely different person. What a mess Ichabod had gotten himself wrapped up in... Truly, he’d only come to Sleepy Hollow to teach science. Teaching was his passion, and he was very much enjoying his job in Sleepy Hollow. But his mind had always wandered towards the inexplicable, and that was a term that more than aptly described his friend the Horseman.

In a sense, Ichabod felt that maybe that had been the true reason he was drawn to this little town. That perhaps a higher purpose did exist in his life than simply to teach. He had always thought teaching was his calling, but perhaps it was simply a step on the journey that was meant to be his life. Or a vessel, he supposed, for it was teaching that had brought him to where he was. Whatever the case may be, Ichabod knew that what he was doing in helping the Horseman felt right. He wasn’t usually a man to trust pure gut instinct, but this was different. This felt like the start of something. Ichabod hoped that it was a good something. He would hate to be on the wrong side of history. The Headless Horseman had been a beloved legend for so long, and Ichabod felt it in his bones that he was now building onto that legend. That was a scary prospect. Because if he made a wrong move, all that he was building could crumble as quickly and as easily as a Jenga tower and leave him buried under the weight of his failure, the villain of a story he had never intended to be written into.

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pizzapetes-thatiscool · 3 years

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Last part before the final piece!! (It’s done but I’m not posting it till tomorrow)

Ginny di as verla wolfson

James Tolbert as rip van winkle jr.

@hartgracesarah as lucretia lazenby

#shipwrecked fanart #shipwrecked #shipwrecked comedy #headless series #headless series art #sarah grace hart #Ginny di #james tolbert #verla wolfson #rip van winkle jr #lucretia lazenby #fanart

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watchinghallmark · 2 years

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Rip in Time - May 22nd on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries

When organic farmer Sarah meets a man who claims to be from 1787 named Rip Van Winkle Jr., she soon discovers old fashioned romantic feelings that might be just as crazy as his story. Starring Torrey DeVitto, Niall Matter.

#rip in time #torrey devitto #niall matter #hallmarkedit

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nerds-yearbook · 3 years

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(2061 AD) In 1961, criminals pull off a daring caper by stealing a million dollars worth of gold headed to Fort Knox. Knowing they are going to be wanted men and the gold too hot to fence, they have themselves placed in suspended animation in a cave till the year 2061. One of the criminals dies before he is revived. The remaining criminals let greed get the best of them and in the end, all end up dead. The irony is that by the year 2061, gold is worthless. ("The Rip Van Winkle Caper" The Twilight Zone, TV)

#nerds yearbook #time travel #sci fi tv #2061 #1961 #robbery #the rip van winkle craper #tz #twilight zone #rod serling #justus addiss #simon oakland #oscar beregi jr #gold #lew gallo #john mitchum #suspended animation #wallace rooney #shirley o'hara

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hallmark-movie-fanatics · 2 years

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Hallmark Reveals May Movie Lineup

HALLMARK CHANNEL All premieres are at 8 p.m. ET/PT.

Warming Up to You

Starring: Cindy Busby, Christopher Russell, Caitlin Stryker Premieres: Saturday, May 7 Kate Wolfe (Busby) is a fitness instructor who leaves Los Angeles to take a job at her best friend’s wellness retreat. To her surprise, A-list actor Rick Steele (Russell) is assigned by the studio to train with her for his new feature film. Not only does the duo make a breakthrough athletically, but they also equally break through some personal walls and find an unexpected friendship that is put at risk when Rick’s co-star is also sent to train with Kate.

Road Trip Romance

Starring: Natalie Hall, Corey Sevier Premieres: Saturday, May 14 An escalating series of unfortunate events keeps delaying a young woman’s journey (Hall) to her sister’s wedding -- a journey she is forced to take with the guy (Sevier) who was her biggest rival in high school.

Romance to the Rescue

Starring: Andrea Brooks, Marcus Rosner, Nathan Witte Premieres: Saturday, May 21 Trevor (Witte), the new manager at the grocery store where Kyra (Brooks) works, seems to check off all the boxes when it comes to what she’s looking for in love. When her well-meaning co-worker tells dog-loving Trevor that Kyra has an agility-trained dog, she plays along. Trevor is excited for Kyra to enter her dog in the upcoming agility contest the store is sponsoring, leaving her with a canine quandary -- she must adopt a dog and get him competition ready, stat. With the help of Mark (Rosner), the head of the dog rescue, she may pull it off and learn some lessons of her own along the way.

HALLMARK MOVIES & MYSTERIES All premieres are at 9 p.m. ET/PT.

Heart of the Matter

Starring: Aimee Teegarden, Gail O'Grady, Andrew Zachar, Chandler Massey Premieres: Sunday, May 15 Andie (Teegarden) is a cardiologist who is devastated by the accidental death of a patient (Massey). As she and his grieving mother (O’Grady) overcome their sorrow through forgiveness, they learn that acceptance leads to hope.

Rip in Time

Starring: Torrey DeVitto, Niall Matter Premieres: Sunday, May 22 Sarah (DeVitto) is an organic farmer who meets a man (Matter) named Rip Van Winkle Jr., who claims to be from 1787. Soon, she discovers old-fashioned romantic feelings that might be just as crazy as his story.

Clink on the Link below for the full article at ETOnline

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blueskiesandstarrynights · 3 years

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List of Headless actors:

The Shipwrecked crew:

Sean Persaud as Ichabod Crane

Mary Kate Wiles as Katrina Van Tassel

Sinead Persaud as Matilda Bishop

Sara Grace Hart as Lucretia Lazenby

Confirmed heads:

Lauren Lopez

Jimmy Wong

Ryan Garcia

Matthew Mercer

Dan Mintz

Lee Newton

Characters:

Jon Cozart as Diedrich Knickerbocker

Krystina Arielle as Judy Gardenier

Gabe Greenspan as Brom Bones

The Tin Can Brothers (Joey Richter, Corey Lubowich, and Brian Rosenthal) as Brom’s Babes

Ginny Di as Verla Wolfson

James Tolbert as Rip Van Winkle Jr.

Joanna Sotomura as Douffe Martling

Curt Mega and Kim Whalen as Eugene & Ramona Trousers

Julia Cho as Judge Pringle

Blake Silver as Tom Walker

Corey Dorris as Officer Meinhof

Christopher Higgins as Trevor Trinkets

Parvesh Cheena as Geoffrey Crayon

Jim O’Heir as Baltus Van Tassel

#headless: a sleepy hollow story #headless #shipwrecked comedy #shipwrecked #Decided to make a full list if anyone needs it #mine

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