Sir-johns-leg - Sir John’s Leg

Fitzjames: If you want respect. Earn it. Or are you determined to be the worst kind of first as well?

Crozier:

The lieutenants and Silna:

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

This is fucked up…I’m (not) sorry.

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*

Thomas “I’ve shot smaller hawks than you” Jopson

Me: *explaining the plot of The Terror to convert another to the horde*

Them:

Some people like cars, or trains, or even planes. I got the “I like 17th to 20th century boats” kind of mental unwellness.

They’re gonna find you dude, they can smell your fruity ass.

The Terror fandom right now:

I like to think of Blanky befriending Tuunbaq, and bringing him inside like a confused child adopting a feral raccoon.