Sir-johns-leg - Sir John’s Leg

Dude, what if I fed you poison to put an end to your suffering, and then massaged your throat to help you swallow said poison while we made eye contact and stuff, idk. Bro that’d be like, super weird, unless…?

Me: *watching men get violently ripped apart by a giant creature*

Currently on my 10th rewatch…lord help me

I like to think of Blanky befriending Tuunbaq, and bringing him inside like a confused child adopting a feral raccoon.

How I think the terror lieutenants would pose for their school photos:

Little:

Hodgson:

Irving:

Three posts in one day!…you guys are so lucky I’m manic rn.

I have been consumed by the maddening hunger that is doomed polar expeditions.

Lt. Irving after telling someone they’re going to hell:

I love this little bible thumper ❤️

Me to my friend I forced to watch The Terror: You wanna get crunk off the Peruvian (take an edible) and wander out into the Arctic void with me (watch The Terror again)? ❤️

My friend (nervously): Can I go home now, please?

Me:

He’s perfect…from his thousand yard stare to his absolute power stance.

I love him

*Hickey texting Billy after a third breakup*

Hickey: The overwhelming self-destructive urge to go for a midnight drive when the edible hits is like the feeling an animal gets when its leg is stuck in a snare

Billy: Cornelius, do not come over

Hickey: nom nom nom *sends eta*