A Lighthouse Keeper Made "Trinity House" Sewing Box, Mid 19th Century

a few lieutenants....... 2025

I find it so funny how adaptations and pop culture for Frankenstein feel the need to paint “Dr. Frankenstein” as either a batshit crazy old man or a hot mentally unstable guy in his 30s, when in reality Victor Frankenstein in the original novel is just a sickly gay autistic teenager, who does definitely not have a doctorate, written by a 17-year-old goth girl who created the genre of science fiction.

It’s just so funny to me how pop culture is just like, “yeah, Dr. Frankenstein, the ‘ooOoh my peers criticised my science but I’ll show them!’ And ‘it’s alive!’ guy.” when in reality Victor Frankenstein just shows up to class fully “uhm, achtually 🤓☝️” style, then proceeds to rant about his boyfriend best buddy and how hot and amazing he is for pages and pages and pages. What peers? His classmates who probably just know him as “oh, that one.”??? The man is a twink who dropped out of university and due to his avoidance of consequences (not his “whining”, bad character analysis, I see you) by the end he’s driven himself so far to his own demise that he’s just an absolute sopping wet cat of a man. Stop trying to age him up at the beginning or make him hotter or “more mature”, the public deserves to know this twink like we do. And please stop making the creature an inarticulate mess with literally no character to him whatsoever, give us our edgy “i just read this Bible fanfic and Satan is just like me fr” lad we know and love

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Arctic and Antarctic Murals by MacDonald Gill 1884 -1947. Mapmaker, Graphic Designer, Letterer & Architect

The Polar Museum: Scott Polar Research Institute, Cambridge

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congratulations lil buddy that's the worst anyone's ever drawn it

[source: roald amundsen's belgica diary]

some visual development pieces for my Whaling Era horror comic anthology, Whalebones 🐋🦴

three times a year we have the monastery poetry slam but some of the brothers are taking vows of silence so they just get up there and look at us for a while and then we all clap

Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed