#philippa georgiou
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- Joanna Owosekun #800
- Keyla Detmer #1,880
- L’Rell #200
- Paul Stamets #7,700
- Phillippa Georgiou #8,100
- R. A. Bryce #300
- Sarek #2,600
- Saru #700
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Someone probably already did that but
Michael Burnham + (her)moms
Because we all know Micheal is a woman of many mothers …
+Bonus
Yes. Mirror!Georgiou too. She’s one of them. The m o m s. No escape from reality.
feminist brain: emperor georgiou is one of the most terrifying villains in star trek canon, a chilling reversal of michael’s empathetic, intelligent captain. the imperialism and xenophobia of the empire she represents is a timely reminder of real-life momentum in the spirit of the original series’ social commentary. the fear and anger she evokes is matched only by that of lorca, who thinks she isn’t harsh enough.
lesbian brain: authoritative leather lady have sword. big sexy
Study after the Emperor’s Portrait of Captain Georgiou
[Image description: a red and blue painting of Emperor Georgiou with Philippa Georgiou’s head in her lap. The Emperor is in full imperial regalia, staring impassibly before her. A harsh cold light falls from above on her face, armour and hand, highlighting skull, ribcage and knuckles. Her hand is held over Philippa’s eyes. Philippa is screaming. End description]
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When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.
— Nizar Qabbani
[Image description: an illustration of Philippa Georgiou and Michael Burnham in Shenzhou’s quarters. Bathed in the orange light from the windows and the blue light from the ship, they are kissing with passion. In a plain strapless bra and uniform trousers, Philippa pulls Michael towards her, a hand on her neck. Michael only has her uniform jacket on, revealing plain white shorts and a strapless bra. She is tugging Philippa’s trousers open. End description]
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a discarded sketch for a thing I will probably never finish. looking forward to more of their weird dynamic
[ID: a sketch of Michael Burnham and Emperor Georgiou facing each other, from the chest up. Teeth bared, Georgiou is leaning forward and pointing a dagger at Michael’s throat. She is wearing a sleeveless top, a high ponytail and earrings. Unfazed, Michael is holding her gaze and pushing the blade aside with a single finger. She is in uniform and her hair is worn short and curly at the top. End ID.]
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Ah yes. Me. My Captain. And her 20-year old two-foot tall Samoyed.
[Image description: a drawing of Michael Burnham on the Shenzhou’s bridge. She is looking in the distance as Philippa Georgiou can be seen on the Captain’s chair holding a huge Samoyed dog in her arms. End description]
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“Okay…” Michael whispers. “Okay.”
Her arms twitch at her sides, her fingers work. She leans forward on the balls of her feet, open yearning written on the soft planes of her beautiful face, and it’s clear to anyone with eyes what she wants.
It breaks Philippa’s heart to be the one to deny it to her, and further stomps on the pieces in that she must deny it to herself as well.
— The Opposite of Hate, Chapter 37 : Old Friends
[Image description: a drawing of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the shoulders up. In the foreground, Philippa’s profile is lit by a pale blue light. Her expression is focused, closed-off; she is avoiding Michael’s gaze. In the background, Michael is staring at her with a pained expression. She is bathed in the same cold light and wearing her uniform. End description]
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In the Crepusculan language, Assa taught her a word expressing the regret that a moment passing cannot be enjoyed to its full extent, its scope being too large. They used it to refer to the storm in the morning, and Michael pointed out the storm lasts forty-six revolutions, eighty-nine years, and that day rose every thirty-six hours. Assa did not understand Michael’s numbers and repeated the interlocked movement and accompanying purr.
She did not grasp their point then.
— Sand and Water, Chapter 18: First Light
[Image description: a digital painting of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the shoulders up. Leaning in to kiss, eyes half-closed, they are bathed in a soft golden light and particles are dancing around them. Michael’s hair is short, slightly longer than when she stepped on the Discovery.Philippa’s hair is cut over her shoulders,with white strandspeekingout.They areboth wearing dark loose blouses. End ID]
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“About that manager position… Oh, haven’t you heard? The last one just got brutally mugged on the doorstep. How tragic.“
[Picture ID: a drawing of Emperor Georgiou in the Orion club from the waist up, dressed in leather, with an intricate sleeveless top and belt. Looking toward the bar, she is leaning on the counter and pointing toward the opposite side, a thin dagger in hand with a hint of red on the blade. Her other hand is holding an empty glass and her arm resting on her hip nonchalantly. A menacing smirk stretches her lips. End ID]
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probably not taking this anywhere, but baby Philippa Georgiou, am I right?
[ID: a black and white sketch of a young Philippa Georgiou in her uniform from the chest up. She is sitting at a table, elbows propped up and fingers interwined. She is looking toward the viewers with a mischievous expression. Her hair is untied and long, slightly messy. End ID]
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little milippa thing I will rework the composition of, but I liked the tenderness of the pose as it is now.
[ID: sketch of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the chest up. Michael is sitting, eyes closed, expression peaceful, with a hand to her chest. From the back, Philippa is leaning toward Michael and studying her face with a faint smile. Her forehead is pressed against Michael’s and her hand is holding Michael’s. They are both wearing simple t-shirts. Philippa’s hair is in a ponytail and Michael wears short coily hair. End ID]
What I feel for you…belongs to you.
[ID: drawing of Michael Burnham and Emperor Georgiou in profile from the shoulders up. Eyes closed, they are pressing their forehead together. They are dressed in dark coats. Thick snow is falling around them. End ID]
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“Hiding, but maybe hoping to be found.“
for ‘Captain Georgiou January - February’@wearecaptaingeorgiou
[ID: digital painting of a younger Philippa Georgiou sitting with her elbows on a large table, hands interlaced under her chin as her eyes gleam in mischief. At her side sit Katrina Cornwell and Christopher Pike, both lost in concentration. The table is dark and its surface shiny, reflecting Philippa’s face and a sky full of stars. A lone pen and PADD lie on the table. In the background, stylised silhouettes are talking. End ID.]
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A vulnerability is not a death sentence.
[ID: a black and white sketch of Emperor Georgiou from the shoulders up. She is gazing before her with a guarded expression, lips parted to speak. Wisps of hair are escaping her braid. END ID]
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[Image description: a digital drawing of Captain Philippa Georgiou from the upper leg up, standing in her ready room filled with personal objects and bathed in blue light. Wearing a Starfleet uniform, she is leaning over a conference table on which various papers and photos are scattered. She is looking expectantly toward the observer with a faint smile. Her hands show a banner reading “Submit your work to the Captain Georgiou Fanbook.” On another paper appear the twitter logo followed by “werecptgeorgiou” and the tumblr logo followed by “wearecaptaingeorgiou.” End description]
To celebrate Philippa Georgiou’s telescope making it 930 years into the future, join us to celebrate Georgiou’s spirit in the present!
⭐️ All content types welcome (except fanfic and its close equivalents). Writing! Nail art! Recipes!
⭐️ All languages welcome
⭐️ Can be new or previously-posted contentSubmission deadline still TBD due to the global health crisis, but probably early 2021! (Feedback welcome; please ping us about when would be a workable deadline for you.)
More info and submit: @wearecaptaingeorgiou
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Personal log. Captain Philippa Georgiou. Stardate 1104.8.
The rescue mission aboard the Dirac proved more challenging than expected even after Michael’s successful (and death-defying) Hail Mary. Because of the significant damage sustained by the outer hull, we may have to tow the ship home with most of her crew aboard the Shenzhou.
Saru is not ecstatic about the idea. The crew is accomodating but already cramped.
On the bright side, Michael discovered naps.
[Image 1 description: a digital drawing of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the chest up against a plain orange background. They are sitting side by side, wearing their uniform. Michael is resting her head against Philippa’s shoulder, while Philippa is leaning on the top of Michael’s head. Their eyes are closed and their faces relaxed. End description]
[Image 2 description: a close-up of the first image, focusing on Michael and Philippa’s faces in rest. They are relaxed, bathed in soft orange light. End description]
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