My fanart is nothing, if not terribly niche. Inspired by weird Victorian Christmas cards and the real JFJ’s doodle of a fish with arms.
Oh no, what have I done?
The Trouble with Tribbles is my all-time favorite episode of Star Trek: The Original Series (and the only one I remember, to be honest). I couldn’t help but imagine what could happen if in a crossover universe the clones came across tribbles. At least one of the boys would try to keep one for sure… Big mistake. Just imagine how chaotic it would be, ahah!
For those who don’t know Star Trek, a tribble is a small, furry, and adorable creature which has the particularity to reproduce very very quickly.
James Fitzjames for the Vogue, november 1845 issue
this here is a button design i did for the terror pin-up calendar merch, with my favourite lieutenant graham gore showing off his battle scars 🐻❄️
Another Fast Food Cryptid Jopson inspired by this
Resident 1, pulling up to cookout: bruh there’s something in that bush
Resident 2: is that— is that our RA?? Eating French fries???
Resident 3, from the back seat: quick snap a pic for the Jopson Watch Facebook group
Whoever designed this spent way too much of their childhood playing Sonic
He finally got to meet him!
I can’t believe he got half the cast of Oblivion in one video.
I wasn’t kidding.
jimmy fitz reaction meme for u in these trying times
if you are so inclined, tell me five things that make beverly crusher excellent
so beverly crusher is one of those characters where if you, uh, care about women, you really have to do a lot of imaginative intervention in the writing as you go along in order to make her come out the way a woman written by someone who cares about women would look. and i’ve spent all my days as a tng fan diligently doing that. you can make beverly crusher into what she should be, which is a scientific visionary and a courageous soldier and a deeply feeling, deeply giving friend and parent and lover, the sharpest person on the ship and all, as it were, backwards in heels.
but then on this last rewatch, under the tutelage of longtime beverly crusher specialist tumblr user @aubrys, i embarked on the journey of what if we just take beverly crusher at face value. what if we have to accept this woman beat for beat exactly as she was written by the misogynistic melodramatic haphazard writers of an absurd episodic eighties space opera? what if beverly crusher really is a deranged mad scientist who sometimes remembers she’s a doctor but practices the kind of medicine where you dress a gunshot wound by placing a kleenex over it [citation: the big goodbye] and also invens experimental surgeries to save people who are already dead, but only some of the time because some people should just fucking stay dead; a ‘mother,’ technically, who barely remembers she has a child and has frequent ‘ohhh shit!’ moments when a plot forces a reminder; an experimental performance artist who is probably literally always living her real life as though it were a play she was directing; a woman who in general you kind of have to believe is doing quite a lot of drugs and never, ever sleeps?
i call this woman Dirtbag Bev, and listen. i’m in love with her.
but i tell you what: headcanon bev and dirtbag bev have one thing in common, share one solid unassailable truth, and it is that they are always, always the only one who remembered to bring a fucking gun
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