when I was little and had nightmares, my mum’s way of calming me down was explaining that monsters couldn’t hurt me when I was asleep because there was an angel who sat on the end of my bed and protected me during the night. I could never quite picture what I thought my angel looked like, but nowadays I like to imagine that aziraphale got assigned to me - because a camp, asexual angel who is overly enthusiastic about books and carries a huge flaming sword is exactly the type of angel I would like protecting me whilst I sleep.
MY KINGDOM FOR A TV SHOW SET DURING GEORGE AND WINONA AND AMANDA’S ACADEMY YEARS WHERE THEY’RE SUPER BFFS AND GEORGE IS A SWEET SCIENCE NERD BUILT LIKE A BRICK SHITHOUSE AND WINONA IS A LOUD AND ANGRY ENGINEER AND AMANDA CAN SPEAK VULCAN BETTER THAN HALF OF THE LANGUAGE PROFESSORS SO SHE’S PUT IN CHARGE OF LOOKING AFTER THE YOUNG AMBASSADOR SAREK WHO INSTANTLY REGRETS REQUESTING THAT SHE AND HER FRIENDS HELP HIM EXPERIENCE TERRAN CULTURE
tablet pressure broke so tried a different kind of style
been having a lot of bad self esteem days recently. needed to remind myself that I’m a gosh darn work of art.
hope you folks don’t mind me getting two birds with one stone here
this is gross and I am literal grade a trash please find it in your heart to forgive me
you just KNOW that with jim kirk’s first child, bones plans to spend hours and hours and hours with that baby saying “dammit, jim” over and over and over again to up the odds that those are baby’s first words
baby: d- da- d- daaa
jim: what is it? dada?
jim: omg pls say dada omg i can’t wait to tell spock
jim: c’mon sweetie, say “dada”
baby: dammit jim
another generic doodle of the one true queen of my heart, lady margolotta
precious kickass babbu needs more love. thinking about making this a sticker on redbubble?
I am a dEMON I don’t do cUTE- oh don’t pout at me like that angel alright fINE[huffing noises]