Me: *watching Men Get Violently Ripped Apart By A Giant Creature*

Crozier gossiping with Jopson in that one episode:

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

Girl, you don’t even know how far I’d drag this man by his mutton chops…

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.

“My body, use it. Feed the men.”

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:

This is fucked up…I’m (not) sorry.

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

I love him