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• Calliope • she/they • 20s • follows/likes from @danse-de-macabre • art blog is @calliopesartblog • art tag is #my drawings • commissions are open! •

[peglarpapers]

we are so optimistic about men fucking in here. we are stacking them like legos

[the-wave-finally-broke]

deeply obsessed with the terror fandom's defiance

[jacquelying]

somewhere in the arctic george costanza has just been diagnosed with severe muscle atrophy from laying around in his quarters eating beef tongue

[messican133]

There is no Love on that island

[lonnson]

[roaldamundsen]

I drink all 300 bottles of amundsens secret juice and I'm found dead in a ditch

[roaldamundsen]

maybe this would cure me

[moishe-pipick]

No

[reginaldkoettlitz]

they need to invent a summer that isnt warm. i yearn for antarctica

[fitzmandible]

Pov: James Fitzjames

[roaldamundsen]

happy june! roald amundsen has been missing for 98 slutty slutty years

[laterkiss]

worry about it kitten daddy fucked up

[magneticrabbit]

[romanceyourdemons]

we need fewer songs about falling in love and breaking up and MORE songs about famous disasters of the sea

[romanceyourdemons]

being told you’d cruise the seas for american gold you’d fire no guns, shed no tears, now you’re a broken man on a halifax pier might not be a universal experience, but like neither is the club. so a little perspective might be nice

[toomanyassassins]

I FUCKING CANT ADHJJSFASD

[idontkniwanythgin]

Reading anything about Arctic explorers you're just sitting there like

[swordstray]

so boatpilled i didn’t realize this wasn’t about actual ships until i already scrolled past

[georgeromerosanalcavity]

are we getting the wendys four for four francis? i would like that very much.

[roaldamundsen]

it's when you see shackles and peary posing by themselves that you really appreciate how much ice cold cunt roald brought to the table

[roaldamundsen]

my pet yorkies

[roaldamundsen]

[clove-pinks]

It's Franklin Expedition day! HMS Erebus and Terror departed Greenhithe, Kent one hundred and seventy-eight years ago today, on 19th May 1845.

The contemporary illustration of the expedition departing in The Illustrated London News:

In the last few days before he sailed, Franklin may have experienced a premonition of his fate. Suffering from the flu, he was resting at home with his wife, Jane, who had just finished sewing a silk Union Jack for him to take. Concerned about his illness, she draped the flag over his legs for warmth. He sprang to his feet: “There’s a flag thrown over me! Don’t you know that they lay the Union Jack over a corpse?” But on Sunday 18 May, the eve of his departure, with his wife and daughter present, the profoundly religious Franklin read Divine Service for the first time to his crews. And when the expedition sailed from the Thames the next morning, carrying 134 officers and men, most felt the Franklin expedition could not fail.

— Owen Beattie and John Geiger, Frozen in Time

[noblehubris]

181 today!