#finding the dead

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[ltwilliammowett]

-Erebus Bay- Boatsplace (map point 7-11) James Fitzjames, Captain, HMS Erebus (b. 27 July 1813 -) The first remains were found as early as 1855 at the so-called Boatsplace by Dr Rae, during a further expedition carried out by McClintock in 1859 the first boat was found together with remains. Two years later, Inuit found the second boat and other remains. These two sites were rediscovered in the early 1990s and in 1993, 17 tooth and bone as well as a jaw bone samples were taken from the individual discussed here.

Jaw Bone with cut marks - Mandible NgLj-2:226

DNA tests were carried out in 2024 with the help of remaining descendants and came to the conclusion that these remains were those of Captain James Fitzjames. In examinations carried out in the 1990s, cut marks were found on the bones that suggest cannibalism. As the remains were found in this location and cannibalism had already occurred here, it suggests how quickly this state of distress was reached and no one of any rank was spared.

-Erebus Bay- Boatsplace (map point 7-11) John Gregory, Engineer, Warrant Officer, HMS Erebus (b.1806-) The first to search the area where Gregory's body lay was W. R. Hobson of Francis Leopold McClintock's expedition in 1859, who found a ship resting on its sledges, large quantities of supplies and personal effects, and the partial remains of two skeletons in Erebus Bay. In 1861, Netsilik Inuit travelled there to find useful artefacts and found two boats and large quantities of skeletal remains. Neither McClintock's group nor the Inuit buried the remains. An expedition consisting of Frederick Schwatka, William Henry Gilder, Heinrich Klutschak, Frank E. Melms and Ipirvik explored the same area in 1879. Schwatka buried the human remains he found, including those later identified as those of John Gregory. Gregory's skull was rediscovered in 1993 by amateur historian Barry Ranford, who had initially mistaken it for a bleached plastic bottle while travelling by sledge on King William Island. The skull was handed over to research and attributed to Gregory in 2021 with the help of DNA tests.

Finding the dead: The men of the Franklin Expedition (Part1)

Much is still unclear about the fate of the Arctic expedition under the command of Sir John Franklin. Of the 129 men who sailed there to find the Northwest Passage, none returned to England alive. The numerous search expeditions had to realise this quickly. But nobody knew exactly what had been happened or where the deceased were. Only from 1851 on the expedition of Dr. Rae brought some informations. 13 expeditions from 1851-1967 finally managed to recover material as well as human remains. Some even managed to give back the names of some of the deceased. These finds were examined and partially confirmed by Owen Beattie and John Geiger during an archaeological survey of King William Island and Beechey Island in the 1980s.

The top map shows all skeleton finds made at 35 sites. Of these, 27 were found on King William Island and 7 on Adelaide Peninsula. One grave is said to be directly on HMS Erebus. 3 more bodies are found on Beechey Island

The known men

- Crozier Camp - Victory Point (map point 2) John Irving, Lieutenant, HMS Terror (b. 8. Feb. 1815-) found 1879 by Frederick Schwatka, in a shallow surface grave. The grave had been disturbed, and not all bones could be identified. He was identified as Lt. Irving due to a mathematical medal he had been awarded in 1830. The other finds ( some buttons, cloth and pieces of a telescope ) could not give any clue to his identity. His remains were transferred to England where he was buried with full honours in Edinburgh in 1881.

Harry Goodsir, Assistant Surgeon and Lieutenant Irving

- Setteeumenun- Simons Strait (map point 24) Harry D.S. Goodsir, Assistant Surgeon, HMS Erebus (b. ca. 1820) found by Inuit who led Charles Francis Hall 1869 to the site. Without further investigation of the site, only one skeleton was found there and was first taken to America before it was transferred to England in 1872. Investigations there, revealed that it was Henry T.D. Le Vesconte, Lieutenant, HMS Erebus. The skeleton was buried at Franklin Memorial in Greenwich together with some of the expedition items. Later investigations, which also included a forensic examination of the skull, showed that it was most likely Harry Goodsir.

Lieutenant Graham Gore and James Reid Ice Master

- Erebus Bay- Boatsplace (map point 7-11) Graham Gore, Lieutenant, HMS Erebus (b. 1806-) - James Reid, Ice Master, HMS Erebus, (b.ca. 1800-)  In 1859 the skeletons of two individuals were found in a boat near the southern border of Erebus Bay by Francis Leopold McClinttock and buried again. During later excavations two skulls were taken away and subjected to forensic facial reconstruction. These could be both of the above-mentioned persons. However, the boat site revealed another boat close by and later excavations revealed that at least the remains of at least 21 people were found at this site. (These will be discussed in detail under the point unknown remains.)

- Gladman Point- McClintock Bay (map point 18) Thomas Armitage, Gun Room Steward, HMS Terror (b. 1807-) found 1859 by Francis Leopold McClintock, the skeleton was only partially preserved and did not lie in a grave. He still wore the uniform of a steward, with him lay a notebook which carried the name Harry Peglar Captain of the Foretop, HMS Terror. Next to him was a small brush and a comb made of horn. Initially the notebook was thought to be Peglar, but the uniform speaked more for his friend Armitage. The remains were left as they were. Only the items were taken away.

[valtsv]

"i wish i could exfoliate my brain" you can. by reading things that challenge you.

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[mfshipbracket]

[ditzybat]

jason in titans tower staring at bruce: how’d you know i was alive old man?

bruce: robin - tim - is an avid follower of your tumblr blog that has mysteriously updated after years of you being deceased

tim: mhm, at mrsbennetluvr88 started quoting hamlet and titus andronicus after years of radio silence, it was the only rational conclusion

jason: … at least you know your shakespeare…

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[hickeygender]

after literal years i finally got around to downloading a pdf of the wipers times, an unsancitioned satitical british trench magazine circulated among the troops in france from 1916-1918 after the fortuitous discovery of a printing press. i have approximately five million other things i need to read so idk when i'll be able to devote much time to it, and i gotta pick up a proper copy bc it's missing at least salient no 4 vol 2. that said? i'm genuinely laughing at what i've skimmed so far

[gingerswagfreckles]

I hope they find the idiot rich ppl I hope a teenager doesn't have to die a horrible nightmare death and then I also hope they immediately get slapped with a $500,000 bill to repay the taxpayer cost of rescuing them from their idiocracy and then also another $1billion dollars inconvenience fee of making us all hear about this for 3 days straight.

[seafoodsoda]

This was too silly for me *not* to draw, can I get a uhhhhhh zombie apocalypse AU-

[stealingyourbones]

There’s a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Face’s people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that you’ll experience the greatest high of your life or that you’ll die.

Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasn’t been able to find a lead in weeks.

That’s when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a “white haired ghost kid”. It’s a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.

At the very end of the paper there’s an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says “if you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.”

[raynewolferune]

Dead on Main Head Cannon

My favorite head cannon for this ship is that when they're feeling petty and pissed off at each other they'll send the other a purple hyacinth. It hits both of their dead, melodramatic souls perfectly. Flower language for purple hyacinth is "my regrets follow you to the grave" and that just vibes the same as "my condolences for your stupidity" to me at least.

Jason in a meeting as Red Hood with his gang. Flower shop worker guy comes in and says with the monotone of a dead-souled retail worker: "Delivery for Mr. Hood?"

Jason raises his hand with a sardonic head tilt.

Flower shop guy drops a small pot of purple hyacinth in front of him on the table and then reads off a small white card. "For leaving me to meet your dad by myself. Love, Danny." He puts the card back in his pocket. "Enjoy your flowers." He says in a way that makes Jason certain the man has no idea what the word enjoy actually means before shuffling out of the warehouse.

Hood's men all sit there silently for several long moments before one of them finally dares to speak.

"You made them meet the parents by themselves?"

Jason let's out a long heavy sigh.

"Anyone got a couch I can use tonight?"

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[thepearlyalbatross]

I loooooveeee all the fics where the agency finds Edwin's remains and Bury them with Charles but I cannot help but wonder in centuries time if people find them again and are just so fucking confused.

Especially if like they set Edwin's bones nicely with Charles' or like they're holding hands or some shit and these archaeologist r just like oh fun people who died together BUT NO. Bc Edwin died 70 years before Charles so wtf is going on here.

We don't know how these teenaged skeletons came to be like fuckin intertwined with each other but its cool ig?

And they try to separate them or something but they keep ending up together again. Just over and over until everyone is convinced it's some magic shit and to just let them be together.

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives + text posts part 1/?

+ bonus

[spacestationvampire]

preoccupied