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[quietsphere]

I couldn't resist @murraybaeman's vision and I just... drew the Fathers at fjorester's wedding |D

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[nedlittle]

Top 5 doomed expeditions

bet you thought this was going to be the franklin expedition huh? well it's not. it's endurance baby!!!!!!!!! genuinely i have to not talk about this one because it makes me so emotional. how the FUCK did those guys survive. one of the questions asked during recruitment was whether you could "shout along with the boys". endurance is destroyed on her maiden voyage she was "a bride of the sea" but we FOUND HER my beautiful wife at the bottom of the weddell sea. shackleton and the lads sail 1300 km of the most dangerous water in the world in an open lifeboat and scale cliffs for five (?) days to find help and they DO and three months after they left, they return to the rest of the crew and nobody has fucking died. every single member of the expedition survived--albeit many after losing toes to frostbite and getting severe scurvy. just this once everybody lives!! also the shenanigans! shackleton told perce blackborrow that stowaways will get eaten first if it comes to that and sweet baby perce blackborrow said "there's more meat on your sir" and then everyone got along :) frank hurley and leonard hussey shoved handfuls of lentils in thomas orde-lees's open mouth when he wouldn't stop snoring. they named the cat mrs. chippy because it was obsessed with the carpenter (called "chippy") and now that cat's grave is decorated and cared for by people over a century later (also thank u mrs chippy for your sacrifice and also for naming MY mrs chippy <3). i have been debating writing an essay about the More Life of it all but especially all of frank hurley's photographs however it would come out as incomprehensible as this. my first month in china i missed my stop on the last metro of the night because i was detailing this expedition to my friends back home and i didn't have my mobile payment set up yet so i had to pay an exorbitant amount of money in cash for a taxi to go one (1) single kilometre

i mean, as tumblr user nedlittle, i am contractually obligated to say cold boy winter 4ever. 177 years ago, 128 men went missing in the arctic circle and as a result i have made friends for life <3. endlessly fascinating as a historical event and a classic example of imperialistic hubris those guys absolutely should not have been up there but they did and now a weird canadian identity has emerged as a result. i remember waking up to news that they found the wrecks and absolutely losing my mind

franklin adjacent doomed australian expeditions! a two-parter! so in 1861, the burke & wills expedition set off with a goal of crossing western australia from south-north and everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. 7 out of the 23 men died (wills perished either on my birthday or canada day) and only one guy made it across the continent and back to melbourne alive. beyond the fact that william john wills was the first cousin of erebus lieutenant h.t.d. "get in the soupp" le vesconte, there are a couple other similarities with franklin's expedition including death by scurvy, the food that they were eating was probably killing them (the early reports of lead poisoning with franklin; burke & wills ate seed bread after their rations ran out but depleted their thiamine levels and likely gave them beriberi because it probably wasn't prepared properly), relief efforts were sent but found little more than graves and bones, burke & wills tried to reach a place called mt. hopeless while the southernmost point any of franklin's men were known to reach was starvation cove on the adelaide peninsula. and THEN in 1874 another australian expedition led by ernest giles attempted to cross the deserts of western australia from east to west (looking at a map, they didn't go a very good job). the expedition was mostly fine except for one dude who straight-up vanished into the desert and was never seen again. that dude? alfred gibson, younger brother of terror steward william "breakup gone wrong" gibson

i didn't know a lot about the belgica before i read madhouse at the end of the world which was fantastic! everyone was having experience psychological terrorism as a result of antarctic isolation meanwhile motherfucker unlimited roald amundsen and scam king frederick cook were having the boys trip of the millennium. 19 men and innumerable rats. gentoo penguins are communists. tfw you almost shoot you doctor because you thought he was a seal

i am not as big of a fan of scott as some of my beloved mutuals but damned if i didn't devour the worst journey in the world. there are passages i think about daily. one time i was shivering really horribly during a migraine and all i could think of was that one passage where cherry talks about shivering so badly he thought his spine would snap. i am currently experiencing Cold and Wind and if i go outside...oh cherry we're really in it now

[mirdania]

[bodhilukes]

murraybaeman replied to your post: ok new ideal: after robin people just start coming...

Bi Steve is the right Steve

listen what they didn’t mention in the back to the future scene is that steve is in love with michael j fox

[tertiatachonis]

Plz write the parent teacher conference for Murray and his daughter(s)

Mr. Fields takes his glasses off and rubs his temples.

For the third time.

In 45 minutes. 

Nancy was an utter delight and Robin was, well, really weird but harmless but then Murray fuckin’ Bauman made a reappearance in his estranged daughter’s life and somehow ended up taking in the Wheeler girl along the way.

“Mr. Bauman--”

“Please,” Murray holds his hands up. “Call me Murray. Mr. Bauman was my father.”

“Dad,” Robin says. “Grampygoo is still alive.”

Murray scoffs, kicking his feet up casually on Mr. Field’s desk. “Pfft. He’s, like, a hundred by now.”

“He’s going to be 72 in November.”

Murray shrugs at his daughter. 

“Murray,” Mr. Fields restarts. “Your daughter and...uh...Nancy are both excelling in classes this semester. 

“Yeah!” Murray enthuses. He takes his feet off the desk and instead puts both the girls in headlocks. “Love my girls!”

“But.”

“Oh, don’t rain on my parade!” He lets Robin and Nancy disentangle from his arms. “Don’t you ‘ass’ me!”

Mr. Fields is starting to burn with embarrassment now. “However! Robin turned in an essay into her social studies class titled ‘Fuck Off, Bougie Boy’. Granted, Miss Grossley did give her a 97% on it but--”

“But what? What was the essay about? C’mon, gimme the goods.”

“Sir, the language!”

Now Robin shrugs. “Miss Grossley said to write an essay on Karl Marx. She didn’t give us parameters on a title. See the coffee splat up top? She spit her coffee out when she read it!”

“You know why you don’t like it, Fieldy-Fields? Hmm? It’s ‘cause ya bougie.”

Mr. Fields huffs. “Sir! We are here to discuss Robin and Nancy’s performance in school! Not--not--!”

“Bougie!” Murray wags a finger in front of the man’s face. “You’re being bougie!”

“And Nancy!” Mr. Fields is doing his best to ignore Murray’s behavior and focus on the paperwork in front of him. “Nancy is actually eligible for the honor roll this year!”

“Hells to the yeah!” Murray enthuses, holding his hand up. “Up high, baby!”

Nancy misses the high five and Murray insists they redo it. Their palms collide with a deafening smack. 

“As is Robin, however--”

“Both my girls!” Murray is almost levitating with pride. “Wait! You know what this means?”

Nancy and Robin both “hmm?”

“Ice cream!”

“Yes!”

“Whoo!”

“Sir!” Mr. Fields stands up as the three of them head towards the door. “I am not done! I wanted to discuss--”

“Listen, pally. Alls I care about is that my babies are on the honor roll and you need to quit teachin’ all this bougie propaganda.”

A pause.

“Baumans out!” Murray announces, arms up. Mr. Fields vaguely notices Murray is wearing cut-off shorts and a bathrobe, along with hiking sandals and a t-shirt for a campground out west.

“And Wheeler,” Nancy corrects. 

Murray wraps his arms over Nancy’s shoulders. “You’re a Bauman now, baby.”

Mr. Fields doesn’t bother to stop them as they head out the door. He needs a drink, to be honest.  

[mirdania]

"You fainted, straight into my arms" + Zuko & Sokka

Sokka wakes up to the distinct feeling of being carried. On Appa’s back, maybe? But no, he realizes that the movements are too soiid, that he can feel the steady pace of feet on the ground. His arm is around a sturdy pair of shoulders, and when his eyes flutter open, he sees a burn mark that can only belong to one person.

“Zuko?”

“Hey.” The fire lord’s smiles down at him. “Feeling better?”

“What happened?”

“We were about to go for a swim. You fainted, straight into my arms.”

Sokka fights through the haze in his brain. He remembers racing Zuko to the river and stripping off his shirt, and then he’d looked over and seen Zuko without his shirt, and he’d...

Oh. Zuko is carrying him. Without a shirt on.

“I think I’m gonna faint again.”

[mirdania]

i just am so transfixed by the guy fieri-fied tumblr logo it's making my day

tumblr is being annexed by flavortown and frankly i am here for it 

[mirdania]

28. I'm not putting ships because I want you to write what you feel in your heart

Ice.

That’s the first thing Daenerys thinks when she sees Sansa Stark’s eye. Blue and beautiful, to be sure, but they are like ice.

She does not like me already. 

That’s alright. Lots of people don’t like Daenerys before they meet her, and many of those people don’t like her even after they have gotten to know her. She isn’t here to be liked. She is here to rule, and at this moment, to save the North.

.

Sansa Stark’s iciness does not melt, no matter how kind Daenerys is to her. The Lady of Winterfell is as cold and unyielding as the rest of the North, and Daenerys decides she will be glad to put this horrible, miserable place and its horrible, miserable lady behind her. 

.

The Battle for Winterfell nearly destroys them. Thousands of men die, and Daenerys weeps for them all, but none more so than Ser Jorah. He was her oldest friend, her most trusted adviser, her Sworn Shield.

And now he is dead.

There is a feast after they burn the bodies, to celebrate their victory...but it is a hollow victory. Daenerys excuses herself as soon as it is polite to do so, preferring the solace of her chamber to the din in the hall.

She never makes it to her chamber, because in the turret stairs she finds Sansa Stark standing at the window, watching the pyres burn. When she turns to regard the intruder, Daenerys sees tears streaming from her eyes. 

The ice is melting, she thinks bizarrely.

And then something even more bizarre happens; Sansa Starks throws her arms around Daenerys, burying her face in her shoulder as she sobs.

She lost someone she loved, too, Daenerys remembers, putting her arms around the other woman. Tears fall from her own eyes. Maybe this won’t change anything, and in the morning, maybe Sansa Stark will still hate her...but for now, it feels good to hold and be held.