I am a trash baby

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Songs Currently in the works: Angst Katsudeku song titled “Worth It” and Fluff Katsudeku song with no title just yet. I have been nothing but Katsudeku trash for the past two weeks and these songs are fueled from my analysis and obsession with this angsty pair. 

STAY TUNED IN!!!!!!! and thank you for all the love :)

PS: If anyone knows the artists of these two lovely works of fanart can you please let me know so I can tag them appropriately? Thank you :)

Headcanon that after Jon pets Drogon the other dragons (especially Rhaegal) won’t leave him alone

  • because they’re basically just overgrown puppies anyway
  • Rhaegal is the most interested in humans; the other dragons don’t really care but he likes to people watch 
  • Rhaegal can’t believe that Drogon got extra attention and he didn’t so he starts low key stalking Jon (which doesn’t really work out well because he’s a huge dragon and isn’t very good at lurking) to get attention (because he’s obviously more handsome than Drogon, but somehow Drogon is the one that everyone likes)
  • Viserion is the first one who thinks there might be something going on between Jon and Dany 
  • Pretty soon they’re talking about it whenever they’re alone together on a hunt or just sunning themselves on Dragonstone because Jon is spending so much time with their mom and they’re not sure if they should kill him or leave him be since he obviously seems to make her so happy
  • Viserion and Rhaegal take their cues from Drogon; after Drogon accepts Jon, they do too
  • Daenerys is always wondering why the dragons stay so close to the island; she doesn’t realize that they’re just interested in keeping tabs on Jon 
  • Once Rhaegal drops a dead sheep practically on top of Jon as a sign of his favor; like a cat, he sometimes likes to take his kills back to his mom to show off. Of course, Jon is more than a little unsettled
  • Viserion has to try to get him to stop it because he’s worried that he’ll screw things up with their mom’s new boyfriend (and he secretly likes Jon himself). When Rhaegal accidentally breaks one of the ramparts off trying to do a low dive Viserion finally takes pity on him and decides to help him out
  • Viserion is basically his chaperone to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid because Viserion is the Smart One ™ 
  • Rhaegal tries to show off whenever Jon’s around; he’s always trying to execute steep dives and quick turns to show his dexterity
  • Basically Rhaegal is just desperate for attention and is willing to do literally whatever it takes to get it
  • Drogon is the long suffering older brother who really couldn’t care less
  • But they have to make sure that Jon is good enough for their mom first 
  • Rhaegal can’t wait to fly north and save his dad 
  • When Jon finally pets him when they arrive at Winterfell, he literally flops down and rolls over like a dog, eyes half closed in happiness
  • When Jon and Dany get married Rhaegal is the happiest, because he’s literally been rooting for them to get together this whole time 
  • Rhaegal and Ghost vie for the title of most protective of the baby Targs

ryden 36/365
idk why but this photo makes me happy. probably because they look so happy here and they are smiling and i just want this back pls

You ever have that one ship, that one ship that makes you complete shipper trash. That one ship that you basically, eat, breathe, and sleep that ship. It’s the ship that’s on your mind when you wake up, and it’s the last thing on your mind before you go to bed. That one ship that just makes you curl up into a ball when your thinking about happy, fluffy, sad, angsty headcanons. It’s the ship that you love anything in the whole world and that you’d do anything to protect your precious baby. 

*slams hands on desk* GIVE ME HANZO JOINING OVERWATCH WITH GENJI AFTER THE RECALL 

*kicks over chair* GIVE ME GENJI BEGIN NERVOUS/SCARED OF INTRODUCING JESSE TO HANZO SINCE HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW HANZO WILL REACT TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP

 *picks up laptop and snaps it in half* GIVE ME HANZO BEING FULLY EXCEPTING OF GENJI AND JESSE AND EVEN THANKING JESSE FOR EVERYTHING HE, ZENYATTA AND OVERWATCH DID FOR GENJI

 *punches myself in the face* GIVE ME A FEW MONTHS LATER, JESSE ASKING HANZO TO BE HIS BEST MAN AND WHEN HANZO IS CONFUSED, GENJI FLASHES OFF HIS ENGAGEMENT RING!!!!

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Worth It (Angst Katsudeku)
Singer/Songwriter

Here it is!!!!!!!!!! Finally getting my angst katsudeku fan song up and rolling. Unfortnately since the beat has been sold already, I can only allow streaming on my soundcloud :(

Song is from Kacchan’s POV on Deku. Please give it love! I have worked hard on this one and have been needing to add to this beautiful fandom. 

If you have a ship that you want a custom fansong made for, please send your requests in my ask box!!!

Song written and mastered by Miss Mindy

Beat created by Dansonn Beats

Audio Clips from My Hero Academia Dubbed by Funimation and created by  Kohei Horikoshi

(I do not own the rights to this beat)

Thank you all for the support <3 

ALSO IF ANYONE KNOWS THE ARTIST BEHIND THIS ART PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO THAT I CAN GIVE CREDIT TO WHERE CREDIT IS DUE!!!!!
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yOU CAN SEE WHAT BRENDON IS DOING TO RYAN HERE LIKE HE IS SEDUCING HIM SO HARD AND RYAN CAN’T EVEN TALK

And that’s how Siegward was made.

(So: Siegward leaves behind sunlight related items everywhere he goes. He refers to the sun all the time in dialogue. And you can trade in the Siegbräu for the Armor of the Sun. If Siegward is not related to Solaire at all, then I’m going to sell all of my Sunlight Medals to Patches.)

(Siegward is definitely Sieglinde’s baby, though.)

(Edit: Just to clear up any confusions: this here is Sieglinde - notice the Bastard sword.)

anonymous asked:

obsessive tom where he literally follows hermione everywhere and one day hermione has had enough so they literally play hide and seek 24/7 ????? Your tomione fics are the best!

(i want to write but im too jetlagged to focus on school days so here i am writing this)

(baby tomione. like four year olds)

Hermione loved preschool.

From the very first day her mother took her to the shops to get her brand new red backpack and filled it with her favorite stories and toys she had already decided that preschool was where she was destined to be. When she walked in those doors she saw bookshelves filled with books, toys everywhere she could see, and her teacher was kind and smart and lovely–

It was perfect.

All except…one thing.

There was a boy there. His name was Tom, he had dark hair and pale skin like snow white in her storybook, but he lacked the niceties of the princess in the story. He was rather strange, and he had very very dark eyes that were always fixed on her. 

Always.

She didn’t like him. Mostly because he called all her books baby books and they were not baby books, just because she liked books with pictures, that didn’t make her a baby, she couldn’t read the other books yet and her books were just fine. He also hated fun. And he said mean things all the time. And he insulted her cat when she brought a picture of him to show-and-tell.

And she hated him.

“Hermione.” He greeted when she walked in to her third day of preschool. She reached out and gripped the fabric of her mum’s trousers with her tiny fingers. Her mom was tying her hair up into a bun on her head before she left for the day.

“Who is this?” Her mother asked kindly. Hermione scowled. “One of your friends?”

“No.” Hermione spat.

Tom narrowed her eyes. She narrowed hers back.

“Hermione,” Her mother chided her, “Be nice.”

“Why?” She demanded, “Tom’s not nice.”

“I’m nice.” Tom said. She thinks he was supposed to be joking. His face did this funny thing where his weren’t pinched at the center and his mouth looked more relaxed almost like a smile but not quite. 

“No you’re not.” She told him.

“Yes I am.”

“No.” She said firmly, trying to mimic her mother’s voice when she gets cross, “You are not.”

“Yes I am–”

“No!” Hermione stomped her foot. “You are very not nice!”

“Hermione!” Her mother scolded, squatting down so she could look Hermione in the eye. She briefly turned to Tom with a tight smile, “Tom, why don’t you go play while I speak to Hermione.”

“I’ll stay here.” He said.

Her mother blinked, paused, opened her moth as if to insist and then pursed her lips and turned back to Hermione. “Hermione.” She said sternly, “I want you to go play with this nice boy.”

“Mummy!”

“No.” She said, “Don’t be rude. Go play with him.”

She took her backpack off and hung it up and left. Hermione glowered at Tom for about thirty seconds before pointedly ignoring him and marching toward the book shelf. 

A blonde boy named Draco had the hungry hungry caterpillar held in his hands, but when she stopped beside him to ask if she could use it when he was done, he rudely said no, so she huffed and–still ignoring Tom trailing behind her like a shadow–pulled a pretty green book from she shelf that she hadn’t read.

When she she sat down on the rug to read, she looked up and saw Tom snatch the book from Draco’s hands and push him to the ground. Draco immediately started crying, which Tom ignored as he stalked toward Hermione and sat beside her, offering the book to her.

Hermione gaped. Tom frowned and pointedly looked down at the book he was offering her.

But she didn’t really like Draco, so she didn’t say anything and just traded him books.

This didn’t mean she liked him sitting by her though, so she stood up and walked toward the tables and chairs to sit there. 

But he followed her. And then he followed her to every place she moved in the classroom. And then the teacher got toys out for the to play with and he followed her to all of the toys. And then they went out to recess and he followed her down the slide, and up the hill, and in the play house, and everywhere she went.

She tried to tell the teacher, but she just said ‘he just wanted to play with you, let him play’ and that was not an answer Hermione was satisfied with, not at all, so she just started running. 

She ran around the playground until she was sweaty and gasping for air and he was still right behind her, and then she ran some more until the teacher had to heard all the children back inside for snack time, then Hermione moved chairs four times before the teacher finally snapped at her to stay still, and still he was right there, he didn’t even say anything, he was just there always.

Hermione had enough.

Hermione hid in the cabinet in the play kitchen.

Mrs. Granger arrived to pick up her daughter after work and was greeted with the most terrified face she had ever seen on a teacher in her life.

“Hello…” She greeted warily, looking around the room at all of the children playing. 

“Mrs. Granger!” The teacher practically squeaked. “I um…you are here to pick up Hermione?”

“Yes,” She said, “Is everything okay?” She looked around, “Where is she?”

“Um.” The teacher hesitated. “We…don’t know.”

“…What?”

Tom had been searching the room for an hour.

He wouldn’t have obeyed the teacher when they asked him to go potty if he had known when he came out that Hermione would have just disappeared. He tried to ask the teacher about it, but they just got this panicked look on their face and started moving around the room very quickly, so Tom had to search by himself in all of the toy buckets and under every table to find her.

Honestly. He got in trouble for pushing Malfoy today for her and she was hiding from him? If she would just pay attention, she would see that they would make excellent friends. They weren’t like the other children, they didn’t cry every five minutes or toddle around in diapers or smash toys on other children’s heads for no reason at all. 

She was wonderful.

And extremely rude.

He checked in the empty LEGO box for the third time before trying to walk toward the part of the room that was ‘off limits’ for the moment, the part of the room that had the big play kitchen and the pretend vacuum cleaner and all of the other big toys, but the teacher intervened last minute by ushering him in the other direction.

That must be where she was, he thought. She snuck away while he was trapped in the potty on the teacher’s orders–and honestly, he knew when he needed to go, they didn’t need to order him to go every two hours like a child–and now she was hiding in there from him.

She was so smart.

It took another half hour for him to finally have the chance to sneak in, when Hermione’s mother arrived–he liked her, she understood that Hermione should be his friend even if Hermione didn’t understand it herself–and began angrily speaking to the teacher in hushed tones. He ran toward the big toys while they weren’t paying attention, checked in the play car, the tent, and finally the cabinet in the kitchen.

Where Hermione sat, crouched in the darkness, blinking up with him with wide, surprised eyes before her features flattened out into a scowl.

He took that as an invitation, and climbed in after her. 

“How did you find me?” She demanded as he shut the cabinet.

“I’m not stupid.” He informed her.

“Mum says not to use that word.”

“Do you do everything your mum says?” He asked her.

“Yes.” She said, as if it should be obvious. He raised his eyebrows.

“Well she told you to be my friend.” He reminded her, “So you should listen to her.”

“No,” She argued, shaking her head, “She told me to play with you, not be your friend, it’s different. I don’t want to be your friend. You follow me everywhere.”

“But you won’t mind if I was following you if we were friends,” He assured her, “You’d like it then.”

She frowned. “You’re not very nice.”

“I’m plenty nice.” He said. She frowned harder, “To you.” He added.

“Mum says to be nice.”

“I’m nice to you,” He said again.

“You’re mean to everyone else.” She said.

“Well,” He began, thoughtfully, “That way you can be nice like your mum says. And I can be mean for you.”

She narrowed her eyes. He hadn’t seen her do that before this morning after he did it. He wondered if she was mimicking him. “Hm.” She finally said, “How old are you?”

“I’m three.”

“You’re three?” She repeated, wide eyed. 

“I turned for last month.”

“I’m not three yet. I’m almost three.”

“I know.”

It was quiet for a moment. 

“What’s your favorite book?” She asked.

“I don’t like your baby books–”

“They are not baby books!” She was scowling again, which probably wasn’t a good sign, but he wasn’t going to lie. 

“I can bring a book for you to look at.” He told her, “You’d like it better.”

She took a moment to think about it. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

The kitchen cabinet opened then, accompanied by the teacher breathing out ‘Oh thank god’ and Hermione’s mother’s angry face.

“We’re friends now.” Hermione told them. “He can follow me if he wants.”

Whatever her mother was going to say–something angry, probably, judging by her face–was forgotten. She hesitated, then let out a long, tired sigh.

“Hermione,” She said, “Please don’t hide from your teacher.”

“Okay.”

She walked with her mother to the front of the classroom, put her red backpack on her shoulders, and turned to wave goodbye to Tom as she went. 

Draco asked Tom why he would want to be friends with someone with such ugly hair so Tom punched him in the stomach and got a time out, but it was worth it.