#Will The Locals Eat It

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[edlucavalden]

Learning to eat with your hands.

[randomisedmongoose]

My nayme is bird And wen it's Yule And Swedish snow Lies cold and cruel I look for seeds With many friends But food is scarce Where flock descends

But then we hear Of ancient rite We leave the trees We all take flight If fire not Its end promote? We do the deed. We eat the goat.

[mintbees]

One thing that keeps confusing me is that they claim ghost files costs several hundreds of thousands of dollars per season. I’ve tried to wrap my head around this ever since the announcement because flying a crew of 6 or so people out for two days and renting out the location COULD NOT be costing that much unless they’re either lying or blowing money on first class flights and expensive food/accommodations and even THEN do I not see them breaking 100k on a single episode. Dear lord hire an accountant I’m half convinced someone’s laundering money

[ejsuperstar]

Imagine you live in pelican town. The new farmer has been here a couple weeks now and seems to be settling in, except... He's picking the weirdest friend choices. Like sure it's not weird to befriend the local fisherman, especially when he has an interest in fishing himself, but you're pretty sure you've seen him rooting through the Saloon's garbage with the local homeless man. As well, he keeps harassing the poor guy who works at Joja even though you KNOW he doesn't want to be friends with him.

And since you're on the topic of weirdness, isn't it odd he seemingly runs everywhere at a full sprint? Or just... Eats entire raw fish while fishing for "energy reasons"...

...

Despite all that, it's too early to call him off putting or anything... He has been engaging in town traditions, and he's started helping out with the old community centre. He's probably like the rest of you. Someone with a few quirks, that will fit in with the valley great!

Surely he can't get any weirder... Right?

[obsob]

days are getting warmer but i am always warm when im with you ! !

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

So this is very self indulging. These are my vacation photos turned into the Tokyo 5 messing around. Makes me crave summer and my friends <3

[twinknote]

pro tip: if you have a hard time eating breakfast, try an appetizer! eating something small can help jumpstart your digestive system and hunger signals

i started feeling nauseous in the morning last week and did Not feel like eating breakfast. so i 1. switched from coffee to tea and 2. got some biscoff cookies to dunk in my tea. and it’s been rly helpful! i have a few cookies and then in a little bit my body feels more ready to eat a meal

[reality-detective]

A good reason not to buy meat from the big chain supermarkets 🤔

[a-ferryman-a-day]

Day 20 - (´∀｀•)

[happyheidi]

[lowkeyren]

the whole 2.5 was a wild ride ngl

[ahedderick]

This apple tree was sold to me in 1999 as a semi-dwarf Stayman Winesap. It is not semi-dwarf; it is in fact gigantic by apple tree standards. It isn't Stayman Winesap, or even red at all. Because I planted it in the correct spacing for smaller trees, it has almost completely overshadowed its nearest neighbor, a rather nice Golden Delicious. It responds to pruning by aggressively getting Much Larger. The apples are divine. I love her; I'm vexed by her; I hope she lives forever. I'm deeply curious about what I'd get if I planted some of her seeds.

Strawberries, rhubarb, two small blueberry bushes, and Nanking cherry bushes that did, even though their blooming time was cold, set fruit. I will continue to try to acidify the blueberries; maybe add some acid once a week until the soil tests around 5 pH.

[spellboundcities]

Echo Garden?

You're laughing. Aquafend just had the worst security team shift of his life and you're laughing

[justyourlocalplaguedoctor]

slurp

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

You all don't understand, Satoru Gojo loves helping you with laundry.

(fem bodied reader, smut smut smut. Mdni.)

Walking in the room after you do, switching the clean clothes into the dryer and the dirty clothes into the washer, he stops you. "Hey, you've been wearing those clothes all day! And so have I! Don't you think they should be washed too?"

You don't really get what he's saying, so you agree. And not too long after you did, he's stripped himself and you of all clothes and sat on the dryer, getting fucked by the beautiful man while the load dries.

"You like that? Hmm? Yeah, take this cock for me, just like that... You're such a slut.... What would you do if my cock wasn't here to fill up that pretty pussy? Pathetically try to fill it yourself? You need me so much, pretty... Ah, yeah, keep begging me, just like that... What if I stop?"

He says, slowing his hips enough to have you whining, wanting more — almost being able to cum, and yet he ruins it. "Toru, please.... Please, don't stop, I'm so close...!"

He stops completely, pretending to think about it before moving his hips again, watching with a grin as you reach up to remove his blindfold — pretty eyes staring back at you while whispering filth.

"So needy, and for what? For me? Or are you just always this dumb on everyone's cock? Only mine? I'm flattered..."

He groans, pressing a messy kiss to your lips as he rocks back and fourth, hitting that perfect spot that has you shaking, scratching up his back while moaning, falling apart on his pretty cock.

"Toru, please, I'm cumming!! Cum with me, please, puh-lease...I need you..."

"I'm right here, pretty girl. Go on and cum for me."

Nodding weakly, you bite on his shoulder, teary eyes closing tightly as you let yourself release — him soon doing the same, spilling his seed deep inside your cunt and soon slowing his hips.

... Ding!

"Oh, looks like the laundry is done."

He's not very helpful though.