I Did Not Expect To Get Two New Kins When I Started Reading This Book. I Relate To Walton And Victor

I did not expect to get two new kins when I started reading this book. I relate to Walton and Victor to a terrifying degree. Send help.

Fuck you *canadians your fletcher*

He was going to be American, but then because I fletched out the location of the story and mt. Robson is a very pretty mountain with nice valleys that fit my criteria perfectly, he’s Canadian now.

I should draw a picture of gunpowder tim, but he’s holding a detonator and is in a circus with a mannequin running towards him with the text “woops wrong Tim.”

Edit: check reblogs for progress updates

HAPPY FIRST FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN FRIDAY OF 2024!!!

I need a gender that’s just

“Why are you asking? What are you? The gender police?”

Like I have my pronouns, but you can’t have them and you just get to suffer.

Maybe my gender really is just confusion. Gonna gaslight you into thinking the concept of gender is all in your head and no one *really* believes you when you talk about it.

Just the way Walton sees this famished man is just almost instantly just like “omg blorbo!”. The way he describes him gives of the vibes of an autistic telling you about their favourite blorbos in their interests. In this case it’s just like “look at this wet rat I dragged up from the ocean on my voyage. He talk funny and is absolutely deranged, just like me!”