Holy shit, it's a writing
And holy shit, it's a het drabble. This is what I do at 2 AM on schoolnights.
this isn't a real fandom journal, but I'm posting this here anyway. No title, no warnings neccessary unless you can't stand Star Trek Voyager. Post-Endgame, cos that's all I write. You won't get this unless you know a little something about Klingons, I think.
"Mama?"
"What's up, short stack?" asked B'Elanna, fondly but distractedly as she scanned a PADD of schematics for a new starship.
"Well, Daddy says I got brackle-"
"That's brak'lul, honey."
Miral nodded. "Right, brackle. And he says I got three lungs and two libbers-"
"Livers."
Chubby arms were immediately placed on hips, and the toddler scowled at her. "Lemme finish."
B'Elanna held back a smile, and gestured for Miral to continue.
"Right. So I got those, and two tummies, too. But why don't I got two poopers?"
B'Elanna dropped the PADD and stared, muttering, "Tom is in so much trouble."
this isn't a real fandom journal, but I'm posting this here anyway. No title, no warnings neccessary unless you can't stand Star Trek Voyager. Post-Endgame, cos that's all I write. You won't get this unless you know a little something about Klingons, I think.
"Mama?"
"What's up, short stack?" asked B'Elanna, fondly but distractedly as she scanned a PADD of schematics for a new starship.
"Well, Daddy says I got brackle-"
"That's brak'lul, honey."
Miral nodded. "Right, brackle. And he says I got three lungs and two libbers-"
"Livers."
Chubby arms were immediately placed on hips, and the toddler scowled at her. "Lemme finish."
B'Elanna held back a smile, and gestured for Miral to continue.
"Right. So I got those, and two tummies, too. But why don't I got two poopers?"
B'Elanna dropped the PADD and stared, muttering, "Tom is in so much trouble."