We have a winner…
All the applause
I want a sugar daddy to warm up my bank account in this chill of winter
wrote ichabod crane in his diary
Like I dont know if the writers thought making Ichabod constantly angsty and take out said angst on Abbie was meant to further his character arc or if they’re trying to make us stop shipping Ichabbie and ship him with his wife.
I’m a little resentful about being forced into anything. What they wrote between these two was natural. They had each other through all this angsty shit. Is it Abbie fault your wife is deceitful as hell?! Like he could change his tune at this point and be all jolly good with Abbie again, but if he doesn’t acknowledge his douchery at any point, I won’t be able to go on shipping them. Or watching the show, more likely. It’s beyond a shipping thing tho. It’s about respect.
Abbie. Deserves. Better. Not just in a lover, but a friend.
Since I had to endure Minute Man last night. I found the perfect song to sum up my feeling about #Team Flip Phone. Enjoy.
Long live #Team Broke Ass
The audio doesn’t work.
Just like Ichabod.
damn it all. i’ll fix it. :-P
No, leave it, it’s perfectly ironic as it is. LOL
That shit is broke, Like Ichabod.
It is not performing, like Ichabod.
That shit can’t be found, like Ichabod’s currency.
The audio is empty, like Ichabod’s wallet.
That shit ain’t playing, like Ichabod’s missed child support payments.
The shit is non-existent— like Ichabod’s paycheck.
That shit is blank, like Ichabod’s account balance
That shit is not happening, like Ichabod saying he has leave to go to work.
That shit is denied, Like Ichabod debit card.
That shit is missing, like Ichabod’s credit.
That shit vanished, like Ichabod when the check comes.
That shit is a non-starter, like Ichabod offering to pay for something.
That shit won’t go, like Ichabod trying to put gas in a car
That shit is gone, like Katrina when you have a question about what she said to you.
That shit is mute, like Katrina when somebody say “tell the truth”
That shit isn’t there, like Katrina’s ability to speak above a whisper.
That shit is silent, like Katrina when somebody asks what’s your purpose?
That shit cannot be found, like a paystub with Ichabod’s name on it.
That shit is a mirage, like Ichabod’s stroke game.