I Mean…yeah.

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…?

In the first twenty minutes of episode one:

Meanwhile, David:

Twink death jump scare

The terror lieutenants as “the girls”-

Little: is the type of girl you go to when you want to listen to emo/grunge music while laying on the floor

Hodgson: is the type of girl you go to when you want to talk shit about “you know who;)”

Irving: is the type of girl you go to when you’re sad and you need someone to bake you cookies and braid your hair

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

Currently on my 10th rewatch…lord help me

Crozier: I don’t think you understand the gravity of this situation. We would be committing an act of hubris of which we may not survive.

Sir John:

You know it’s bad when someone closes the door to yell at you 😬

Bonus:

*Dundy listening through the door*

An average photo of the Terror lieutenants just tryin to make it through any given day:

At a certain point they’re more anxiety blobs then men smh

*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*

The bitch face Stanley makes when Goodsir-RESPECTFULLY- covers up David Young’s face during his autopsy is so fierce. This little psycho said “ok loser” with his eyes and then stood there like he’s watching a boring YouTube video, while Goodsir had to mutilate a fellow crew-mate. AND ALL FOR NOTHING!!!!!!

They in fact did not find the northwest passage, just a *friendly* bear

The bear in question: