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it's worse than anything in the world.

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snarfing on those ribs sunday

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Hickey's possessions.

In the manner of grave goods, or wedding trousseau.

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like sure murder disease madness cannibalism and a polar bear with a human face are bad, but the worst most horrible & upsetting thing that happened on the terror (2018) is jopson dying thinking crozier abandoned him

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the lgbtq+ community has forgiven tuunbaq

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this is so sick and twisteddd!! sick and twisted!

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Tuunbaq smelling white boy summer arriving

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"'All well.' That seems like another lifetime, does it not, Francis? Can you remember a time when any of us could write such a thing with an easy conscience?"

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The joke goes like this:

Three trespassers walk into the Arctic.

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TUUNBAQ my sketches from september of 2023

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Commander Fitzjames found walking under the influence of scurvy hole

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packing an “IN CASE OF EMERGENCY BREAK GLASS AND START CROSSDRESSING” box on the doomed arctic voyage is CRAZY. thanks sir john

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Mirror reflections in THE TERROR (2018)

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say what you will about the terror. "you could've just joined up" is the funniest response to a villain monologue ever written.

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When you spend a semester abroad and then can’t help peppering in the new language you learned into everyday speech…

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The Terror is so good as anticolonial horror. It's like the opposite of every white saviour narrative.

And the heart of it, the most devastating moment out of many devastating moments, is when Irving meets the Netsilik family.

Up until then we were stuck along with the characters in a narrative where this place wanted them dead, where they were in a fight to the death with an unforgiving, malevolent landscape.

And yet here is normal life. Family, comfort, joy, warmth.

The characters have been reaching towards this understanding in fits and starts, but here is the most stark confirmation: what is destroying them is within, not without.

And for a moment Irving can discard his rank and his role, meet strangers who have not yet constructed ideologies that allow them to strip humanity from others. Meet in a communion that vastly predates Christianity. But only for a moment.

Many things could have happened differently, sure. But there were no possible good outcomes, when their very presence was destructive to the Netsilik people.

After that moment the spectre of safety and normality haunts everything that happens. While the characters descend into despair and cruelty and death and self sacrifice, ordinary life feels like it's just beyond the horizon.

And yet no matter how close it feels, reaching safety was never possible. Because the rot is within. Because they couldn't have touched their salvation without destroying it.

It's senseless and it's inevitable. It's such goddamn good writing.

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i hope im not just a mutual to you but also someone you'd look for the northwest passage with