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get to know me: favorite female charactersthe ghibli girls
 “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” (– Hayao Miyazaki)

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Soooo I have this shirt now and it’s very soft and it fits just right and I’m so glad i can rep omgcp at C2E2 in like…2 weeks. =D

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Hermione!! boop i colored it .

okay so i’m going to need a crack video featuring “Never Ever Getting Back Together” and the entire fandom changing its mind a million times just because one casting decision conveniently dropped the day after the latest ratings came back low, an announcement that was promptly followed by spoilers galore meant to make everyone forget why they were mad and keep watching.

for people so quick to ID toxic relationships, the lack of awareness that y’all are in one is impressive.

um..i’m gonna close commissions for a bit bc sai has refused to open for the past couple of days and i can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with it or how to fix it orz

Merry Christmas @its-a-me-mary!! I was your secret santa for @homestuck-secret-santa this year <3

You said you liked college au’s, so here’s some collegestuck!rosemary <3 Kanaya is the instructor for the fashion course and Rose is a hapless arts student whose found herself a very chic crush :D

Small Bump (Riker fluff)

Requested by some anon who wanted to rip my heart out, clearly. 

I walk down the hallway after setting my keys on the small table by the door, and see Y/N standing in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea.

“Hi baby.” I say pressing a kiss to her temple as I wrap my arms around her, and rest my hand on the small bump. “I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

“She started kicking after you called.” She says with a smile, “She heard your voice since you were on speaker phone. So we decided a cup of tea would do us good.”

I smile at Y/N talking about her and the baby. She would always text me if I was in the studio, or doing interviews saying they both missed me. She pulls herself onto the counter with a little struggle and wraps her arms around my neck.

“So I was thinking.” She says with a small smile as I rub my thumb against the side of her stomach. “I really do like the name Macie Grace.”

I smile knowing if she slept on it she’d like it, “Because she’s going to be sassy as hell.” Y/N says with a laugh causing me to bend down so I was eye to eye with her stomach.

“Are you going to be sassy like momma?” I ask as I feel the baby kick the side of my hand, “I’ll take that as a yes.” I say with a laugh before standing up and press my lips against Y/N’s.

“Let’s go to bed.” I say helping her off of the counter and grab her tea, before taking her hand. We change out of our clothes talking about our day before climbing under the covers.

I wrap my arm around Y/N’s waist and nuzzle my face against her neck. “Do you think she’ll have your hair, Riker?”

“I think she’ll be blonde, and with your bright blue eyes.” I say kissing behind her ear, “Macie Grace Lynch is going to be the most beautiful girl.”

“It’s crazy to think after being married for three months, we got pregnant and here we are.” She says with a yawn interrupting her.

“And I can’t wait for the next four months, and the next eighteen years.” I say, “Get some sleep, baby.” I say brushing my thumb against her stomach seeing the baby called it a night, too.

I must have only been asleep for a few hours before I woke up to the sound of Y/N crying out my name. I rub my eyes and push the blanket back and make my way to where the crying from coming from. I open the bathroom door and see Y/N on the bathroom surrounded by blood.

“Riker something is wrong.” She cries, “I felt cramping and thought I just had to go to the bathroom, and then I started gushing blood.”

“Y/N we have to get you to the hospital.” I say walking over to her and help her onto her feet.

“Riker it hurts.” She cries, “Something is wrong.”

“I know baby, I know.” I say wrapping an arm around her waist as we walk down the hallway, and carefully down the stairs. I grab a towel from the downstairs bathroom and grab my keys before hurrying to the car. I set the towel down on the seat before helping Y/N in before making my way to the driver’s side.

The whole way to the hospital Y/N cried about the pain, and how Macie wasn’t kicking. Macie wasn’t moving. Y/N kept whispering for Macie to wake up, and I could feel my stomach in my throat. I knew something was wrong, but for Y/N’s sake I had to keep it together. I knew Y/N shouldn’t be losing this much blood, and this kind of cramping pain wasn’t normal.

We get to the hospital and they instantly rush Y/N into a room, as a nurse sits me down with a clipboard and has me answer questions. I sat in the waiting room for three hours, sipping on my coffee, and waiting for a doctor to update me on what was happening. An hour in I called my parents and they sat with me. I didn’t want to get the whole family here, but I also didn’t want to sit alone. I didn’t want to be pacing back and forth and yelling. My parents always kept me calm and collected, and not to worry until I had to. And right now, I had to.

The doctor walks down the hallway and had this look on this face. Something was wrong. Something didn’t go as planned. Tears instantly pooled in my eyes. Either Y/N was dead, or the baby was dead.

“We got the bleeding under control.” He explains looking down at us, “But the baby didn’t make it.” He says quietly. “The placenta detached and-”

“The baby has a name.” I say raising my voice standing up clenching my jaw, “And a pink room, and a lamb stuffed animal coming in the mail.”

“Riker.” My dad says standing up, resting his hand on my lower back.

“Your wife is resting now, but you can go see her. She’s in room 206.” The doctor says, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

I let out a shaky sigh and rub my hands over my face. “I’ll be back.”

“Take your time.” My mom says trying to keep her voice clear, “Y/N needs you right now.”

The walk to the room was the longest walk of my life. The lights above flickering because of a loose bulb, and the smell of the hospital was haunting. I reach the room and see Y/N’s eyes closed, and her cheeks were stained with tear streaks. She had an IV pricked in her hand, and she was paler than she was hours before. She looked as if she’s been to hell and back. And I bet she would feel that way for a long time.

I walk into the room and pull the chair to the side of the bed and take a seat, before taking a hold of her IV free hand press gentle kisses to her cold skin.

“Ri I’m so sorry.” I hear her say barely over a whisper.

“Hey, hey.” I say trying to blink back the tears, “This isn’t your fault.”

“I did something wrong. It could have been from that fall the other day, or the car accident last month. Or something I ate-”

“Y/N.” I say cutting her off, “This isn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re okay.”

“But the baby isn’t.” She cries frustratingly. “Macie Grace Lynch is not okay.”

“And we’ll try again when we’re ready.” I say looking up at her. “It’s going to take time.”

“My heart aches, Riker.” She cries, “I feel so empty.”

“I know baby, I know.” I say pressing a kiss to her hand, “But we’re gonna be okay.”