the third thing

anonymous asked:

Has anyone wondered why Shigeo is called "Mob"?...

There are actually a few reasons why Shigeo is called “Mob!”

The reason his friends call him that, most likely, is because the characters in his name ( 茂夫) can also be read as “mobu” ( モブ)! So it’s somewhat of a nickname based on that.

In terms of symbolism, I believe that a “mob character” is essentially a background character: someone who doesn’t stand out. This fits Mob’s theme of not standing out despite his powers!

anonymous asked:

I'm curious: do you have an opinion on what would happen if canon Victor and Yuuri somehow interacted with their UMFBAMHA counterparts? (Like, just assume A Wizard Did It.) I'm picturing canon!Yuuri being like, "Lol, no calling me fat was the /third/ thing he ever said to me, right after showing up at my home completely naked!" while both Victors make increasingly dramatic sad facial expressions in the background.

umfb!Viktuuri are basically canon Viktuuri’s worst nightmares. canon!Viktor would be so upset that he was capable of driving such a deep rift between him and Yuuri and it would be made worse by the fact that he could totally see how it would happen and umfb!Viktor would be so unbelievably jealous of canon!Viktor and how everything could have been avoided if he hadn’t made that one stupid mistake early on. 

Canon!Yuuri would be horrified at umfb!Yuuri because he understands Viktor and can see things more clearly so he would see what was really going on but he would also understand why umfb!Yuuri thinks the way he does and would hate the fact that he and his insecurities could be the thing that keeps him and Viktor apart as he’s already had a taste of that almost happening with ‘after the final let’s end this’. umfb!Yuuri would resent canon!Yuuri a lot because he has more achievements than canon!Yuuri and has technically done ‘better’ in life and yet canon!Yuuri has a life that he would kill for regardless of medals 

Hermione Granger x Reader ||SMUT|| #9

Prompt: Hermione and you have some late night fun at the library.

Throughout the years, Hermione and you managed to get to know the castle and it’s endless corridors from sneaking around so much.

For the first several years of your friendship when the two of you would sneak out and about, it would be only to talk. You would talk on hours on end and get to know eachother more and more. By third year things- feelings- began to transpire between you two and your stake outs would become heavy with tension.

It was near the middle of fourth year that Hermione and you actually did anything about said feelings.

Throughout the beginning of fourth year the two of you had something of an unspoken-unofficial relationship.

You both had your eyes set entirely and solely on eachother.

You began to hold her hand shyly. When she became tired she would lay her head on your shoulder and nuzzle your neck. When she was cold you would lend her your jacket and pull her into your warm and safe embrace. When Hermione was upset or forlorn you would wrap her in your arms, sit her on your lap and rock her back and forth while brushing butterfly kisses between encouraging whispers on her temple and her forehead.

You only really admitted your feelings toward her when you became jealous and so she did the same.

After that night, when you would sneak off, sometimes you’d just sit in silence, Hermione sitting between your legs with her back pressed against your front and your arms encircling her waist while your head rested against her shoulder.

By fifth year the tension came back, this time however, it was different. So very much different, for it was sexual tension now.

Sneaking off with the prefect usually led to steamy kisses, quiet moans, and hickeys. And, while your makeout sessions became longer and hotter, so did your knickers.

Neither of you could ever return to sleep without having had sated your thirst of eachother. Hermione would absolutely love being pinned against the wall as you slipped your hands under her shirt and played with her nipples. She soaked in the pleasure of tangling her fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth to her neck.

On occasion, when Hermione was feeling absolutely and wildly lecherous, you would slip your hand through her skirt and her panties and tease her clit.

Now, at sixth year, it wasn’t merely teasing. Now, neither of you hesitated on taking things further with sex.

That was how you ended up here…

In the library- behind countless shelves- in the Restricted Section.

Sneaking out for some late night ‘reading’ and actually doing the late night reading had proved to be a difficult task. A difficult task indeed.

Hermione had been awfully quiet for the past hour and you were sure the sound of pages turning had also stopped a while ago.

You smirked slyly over your book at Hermione, her eyes dilated and already fixed on your lips.

Her book was lying open, long forgotten, in front of her but, it had been long since she had read the page.

You glanced down over the side of the table and bit back a grin. Hermione was crossing and uncrossing her legs, a habit you knew she only displayed when she was hot and bothered.

“It’s a bit warm in here, lovely? Don’t you think?” You asked, biting your lip not-so-innocently.

Hermione met your gaze and saw the amusement dancing in your eyes. She glared at you in annoyance.

“Shut up,” she snapped, vexed.

You rested your head in your hand and propped your elbow up on the table, closing your book.

Make me,” you responded.

Hermione clenched her jaw. She turned and glared the the ground for several seconds before huffing out a breath and making her way toward you.

She pushed your books carelessly off your lap and sat herself down, straddling you. Immidiately you grabbed her hips.

Hermione had been fighting the urge to fall for your teasing antics. You had been teasing her all week and you both hand an unspoken challenge going on. It seemed ,however, that Hermione couldn’t hold off any longer.

Hermione wrapped her arms around your neck and hungrily brought your lips to hers. You moaned quietly against her feverish mouth, somewhat taken aback by how fiercly she was kissing you. Your moans soon turned to growls when you began to feel her hips grinding on you.

Hermione’s hands fell from your neck and instead moved to begin unbuttoning your uniform. She had barely managed to undo the second button of your shirt just as you stilled her hands and pulled her wrists back behind her back.

You felt your girlfriend’s breath hitch at the action. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn’t wait any longer for it.

You gripped her wrists tightly behind her with one hand and pulled her head back with the other, revealing her neck. Instantly, you brought your lips to jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat and back up, occassionaly whispering dirty things into her ear.

Hermione moaned hoarsely.

You released your grip on her hair momentarily and began to undo the buttons of her shirt.

When you were done the shirt fell open on its own, exposing the fair skin of her chest and her stomach.

You left it on, letting it hang messily off her shoulders because damn it was a major turn on for you to see her ’innocent girl’ demeanor broken by the image of her being so eager to be fucked.

You chuckled lowly, trailing a hand from her neck down to her chest. You fingered the material of her bra admiringly. The black lace allowed you to see her nipple- rosy and erect- and the colour clashed gorgeously against her skin tone.

Just like I knew it would.

“Are you wearing the present I got you?”

“Yes,” Hermione answered, breathy.

You smiled up at her, smiling in approval.

“Good girl.”

You leaned into her chest and took a nipple into your mouth. You wiped your tongue over the lace and sucked on the bud.

Hermione threw her head back, swallowing down a moan.

You alternated the nipple, sucking on the other one but, still playing with the first one.

Hermione bucked her hips in a needy way and whimpered when she didn’t find the contact she needed.

“Hey, now,” you chided, tightening your hold on her wrists. “I can’t please you properly if you’re not being a good girl, now can I?”

Hermione shook her head, biting her lip.

Then stay still,” you growled.

Hermione’s eyes dilated even more and she nodded rapidly. Pleased, you began sucking and biting her neck.

“Please…,” she whimpered softly.

“Please what?” You questioned against her chest. You pulled down the lace, finally revealing the pert nipple to you.

“Please- ungh- please fuck me [Y/n].”

You slipped a hand through her skirt and grabbed her center tightly. You could feel the heat and the wetness gathered there even through her lace panties.

Hermione moaned, bucking her hips against your hand.

Quiet.” You hissed.

You slipped your fingers past the hem of her panties and smeared her wetness along her thighs and her lips.

Hermione threw her head back, biting her lip tightly.

You pushed her lips open and rubbed your fingers over her clit.

Hermione shuddered and cried out softly.

You rubbed your fingers rapidly over clit for several seconds, just watching Hermione, then you proded a finger into her slit.

Not being able to control herself, Hermione moaned loudly.

You pumped your fingers into her slowly, teasing her for a while, building her up before you curled your digits. You gradually sped up and released your hold on her wrists.

Instantly she wrapped her arms around your neck.

Her moans and cries began to get harder to contain so you let her bounce on your hand while you undid your tie.

As much as you loved to hear Hermione become undone you feared someone may hear you. You scrunched up your tie and stuffed it into her mouth, silencing her quickly.

She clamped down on the makeshift gag at the same time she clenched her thighs.

Her chest heaved raggedly and her legs began quiver unsteadily.

You held her hips steadily and sucked and bit her nipples and neck, bringing her to her release.

Hermione shuddered and screamed. Her nails dug into your neck and she dragged them down your back harshly.

She came on your fingers and over the floor.

You waited until her spasms stopped and slowly pulled your fingers out. They glinted with her juices and you sucked your fingers clean off, smirking up at Hermione.

She was panting and flushed, watching you with dark eyes.

You took your tie out of her mouth and tossed it away. Hermione crashed her lips onto yours, her hands cupping your face.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against hers.

“Ready for round 2, Princess?”

You had been speaking and goofing off with one of your closest friends when Professor McGonagall called for all the student’s attention, tapping a fork against a goblet. There was an announcement.

While everyone turned their bodies to look at the Professor you caught Hermione’s eye across the tables.

She sent you a smirk and you flashed her your own grin before turning away.

Students… as you all know no one is allowed to roam the castle after bed.”

She looked over the student body, eyes searching for a culprit.

Everyone nodded in confusion.

“This morning, our dear librarian, Madam Pince,” she motioned toward the librarian standing at the edge of the hall, beet red.

“-opened the library just like any other day. Imagine her surprise when she found this,” she summoned a cloth and you could faintly recognise [y/h] colours.

Your eyes almost widened and you nearly smacked a hand to your face as she waved it in disgust but, you managed to control your reaction.

“-in the Restricted Section no less!”

So that’s where my tie went.

Your eyes searched for Hermione’s and when you found her she was already staring at you.

She turned back around after giving you a discreet sneer. You turned back to look at McGonagall when your best friend caught your eye.

She was staring at you with her brow quirked and a smile knowing smile playing at her lips.

She leaned toward you. “So that’s why you needed my extra tie.” She whispered, snickering slightly.

“Shut up,” you growled lowly, your face growing as red as Pince’s.

“Now, we know which house this belong to, clearly but, we don’t know if this is charmed or if this was some sort of trick. So, listen closely and carefully, you have all been warned. No more sneaking out of bed and no more going into the Restricted Section! Whoever is found out of their bed chambers after hours will be Filch’s responsibility.”

A/n: Dedicated to the @Anon who requested this.💜 Never written smut before but I definitely don’t mind the practice👍

anonymous asked:

Ok, so I'm not sure if this is significant but I wanted to point out a couple of other times the name Larry was mentioned prior to SPN 12x11. In episode 9x13 Dean was roofied at the Cannon Valley Wellness Spa an establishment which is co-owned by a guy named LARRY! (Sam:"Supplements to boost metabolism, per Larry and Martiza" Dean: "These are roofies") Also in 1x08, LARRY is the realtor who first mistakes Sam and Dean for a gay couple. What are your thoughts on these #LarryParallels?

Oh my god, Larrallels? It’s like the third thing you say. :P

There have been other Larry characters on the show, though:

There was Larry Ganem in 8.12, the only surviving Man of Letters from Abaddon’s attack. She blinded him, and then he gave Henry the key to the bunker and told him to run, to protect that key at all costs. He was also the man Sam had gone to meet with who told him about the Bunker before Abaddon killed him and kidnapped Sam. 

Larry is also the nickname of people named Lawrence. As in Lawrence, Kansas.

It was the name of the realtor who’d been trying to sell the old hotel in 2.11 (and who ended up dead of a broken neck).

Also in 11.15, Larry “The Hangman” Lee, John Winchester’s favorite wrestler when Sam and Dean were kids, was hanged with his own noose, and was the man whose funeral brought Sam and Dean in touch with Gunner Lawless (who was always Dean’s favorite wrestler), and learned of his demon deal. 


But… it’s also a relatively common name. After 12 seasons, a lot of common names have been used multiple times… Jenny, Bill (and William), Mary. Heck, there’s been NINE characters named Maggie, Margo, or Margaret. There’s been EIGHT named Jacob/Jake. EIGHT named Rick/Richard/Ritchie/Dick. And FOUR named Max (which isn’t so much a common name as Larry, and yet there’s been four of them…). There’s been ELEVEN named Jim/Jimmy/james.

So… I don’t know how much there really is to read into repeated character names, you know? Yeah, when writing you want characters to be memorable and unique, but it would just be implausible for every single character to have a unique name, and for Sam and Dean to travel around the country all these years and NOT meet multiple people with the same common names.

I’m not sure how much to read into parallels with similar common first names, you know?

Ryan Gosling was the only real problem I had with La La Land. It just really would’ve been a much better movie if John Legend had the role of Sebastian.

From a storyline point of view, it makes no sense why the male lead had to be white. Not only is Sebastian the third most important thing from the movie (Emma Stone as Mia is the STAR of the whole damn thing, then it’s the story itself, and hell, even the setting of Los Angeles is more important) but the fact that his character was a jazz musician intent on protecting the preservation of jazz music when jazz music was created by African Americans, having Sebastian be black wouldn’t have changed the story, it would’ve made a lot more sense and made his love and passion for jazz so much more poignant, and considering this particular political climate, it would’ve made a more powerful statement of having an interracial couple in such a hugely (bigly?) lauded film.

Also, Ryan Gosling had to learn how to play piano plus train to sing when he’s not a vocalist. John Legend is RIGHT.THERE. He can sing and play piano. And he can act? And was in the movie anyway??? Why wasn’t he Sebastian? Missed opportunity and very uninspired tbh.

Also, Ryan Gosling kept watching his feet while he danced. That was just annoying. He’s cute and a hell of an actor. But honestly. He just seemed misplaced.

(And really if I want to get personal, if you’re going to have a white guy who plays piano and loves jazz in a movie, why didn’t you try to get Seth MacFarlane. He exists and he’s literally perfect. Seriously. Seth MacFarlane is a hell of a jazz man. Look it up. Fight me. I love him. He’s just my personal white guy pick but I’m straying.)

But John Legend tho. He should have been the lead in La La Land.

One SFW sample page from Pair Skate, the 18+ YOI doujinshi I’m doing with @tumblngkori

PDF should be available first week in March!

Edit to add: text is huge relative to the panel art bc print size (if you wanna print it at home) is 5.5″ x 8.5″.

don’t u ever get self conscious about how you sound over the phone? yeah I’m looking at you unknown

don’t disappoint phil lester by electing donald trump just don’t

My face every time I finish watching a Riverdale episode.