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…?
Blanky: You’ll have to give the men something in return, if you’re going to ask them to walk 800 miles.
Fitzjames: *Already putting on a dress*
Tuunbaq watching the Lt Gore sledge party set up camp:
Those damn white boys 😠 imma get em
Hickey is the kind of guy that would walk into your room, knock over three trinkets, shift a painting, flip you off, and leave without closing the door.
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.
This is fucked up…I’m (not) sorry.
Some people like cars, or trains, or even planes. I got the “I like 17th to 20th century boats” kind of mental unwellness.