I love that one moment in the Terror where Fitzjames lights the Congreve rockets. Because it’s so easy to watch episode one and see him sitting in his pretty uniform around a dining table, epaulets shimmering, regaling everyone with the same tired story (much to Crozier’s annoyance) and to assume he’s over exaggerating.
Then he fucking. Does that shit. Live. He’s 110% That Guy.



















