Asking Myself “is This Really Who I Want To Be Forever?” A Lot Lately

'' Pests found in shipwrecks, coral reefs, rocky tidepools and deep underwater caves. Triton blennies love infesting our fishing vessels, stealing our food, and leaving a nasty mess of fish guts behind. For a small dragon with multiple legs, the only thing they got going for is their gnarly interlocked teeth, other than that... they're pretty much little defenseless marine scum. We roast them whole, boiled in a stew with mandrakes and other vegetables, and sometimes their legs get pulled out and served as garnish for soups, quite similar to the Swoopalüng taste wise- they're good eating, its just upsetting that they're almost everywhere we set sail to. ''

polar exploration media should come with a warning that you will never be normal again

The Terror // White Winter Hymnal

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

when the hot ticket was arctic exploration they were sending boats full of the best and brightest and most distinguished the royal navy has to offer and meanwhile in antarctica from the belgica expedition onward it was one weird guy and a boat that sucked crewed by some freaks they found on the side of the road

letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

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