It's Time To Rewatch The Terror

'the only way out is through' no. the only way out is to keep overwintering in the pack ice. smh.

first day as a 20th century polar explorer i’m selected to go on the super special sledging trip with my polycule but succumb to scurvy and my preexisting heart condition i will never tell anybody about and they have to carry me back to the ship. second day as a 20th century polar explorer the dominant member of my polycule convinces my favorite boyfriend to vote me out survivor-style and send me home on the invalid ship so i am now a bitter 27 year-old divorceé. third day as a 20th century polar explorer i’m begging wealthy widows for money but my evil gay kleptomaniac brother aids in the theft of the crown jewels of ireland and shames the family so nobody will give me a ship. fourth day as a 20th century polar explorer one of my benefactors makes me bring a huge fuckoff car to antarctica and i run out of space for food so all of my men almost starve and the car doesn’t even work. fifth day as a 20th century polar explorer my evil ex dies and i finally get to go back to the pole but my ship gets fucked and i have to spend 2 years dragging my men home and when i get back the royal geographical society are still publicly cucking me and nobody cares because of wwi. sixth day as a 20th century polar explorer i round up the boys for one last hurrah but die of that same preexisting condition before we can even get anywhere like a #boss. which is also what they call me.

1845 nuclear family got sent to medieval bavaria

I think often of a modern ragnarok where the ghosts of the pleistocene return, and a herd of steppe bison and mammoths and ground sloths and wooly rhinoceros and wild horses and aurochs that reaches past the horizon tramples everything in its path, it topples cities and skyscrapers, bursts dams and drives metal back into the earth, and again the world is as it should be, and there is a chance to try again

getting crazy sexually aroused at the thought of sending 100 of my bravest warriors on a suicide mission. i dont even really care what theyre doing out there

A lighthouse keeper made "Trinity House" sewing box, mid 19th century

she has that sadness in her eyes that you only see in alcoholic captains of doomed arctic expeditions

weighted blanket isn’t enough for my anxiety i need to be crushed by the pack ice

arrested for impersonating grains of rice (NO possibility of parole)