#but also you have so many shows that you have bedn making and this is getting ridiculous

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

Just finished power players. Very good actually. Like surprisingly good. I wouldn't put it on the same level as miraculous or zak storm, but its just so campy and fun. I feel like it really captures what it's like to be a kid. Watching it i couldn't help but think of the games i came up with when i played with my own toys. It also has some really wholesome vibes, and there's a found family theme in it which i am definitely biased to.

That being said, i have so many questions that im not sure will ever be answered. Maybe one day zag will make another season? It is more recent then zak storm, so id say there may be hope for it?. Idk.

It really sucks though, because as much as i like miraculous, zag has some other shows that are overshadowed by its popularity. The worst case is Zak Storm, which is by all means a better show in most aspects than Miraculous, but i guess miraculous ended up being more marketable? From what i can tell, the networks that aired both zak storm and power players are not doing those shows any favors.

I believe zak storm aired on discovery kids or something? Which is a channel that i didn't even know existed. Then power players did play on cartoon network, but it looks like it was a show on their website, so it may not have even seen airtime on television. And if it did, it was probably aired early morning where cartoon network airs all the shows it doesn't care about.

As for ghost force, i have to say it is the weakest show from zag. That's not to say it's bad or that i don't like it, but it just has really weak writing at times, and the episode pacing is worse then miraculous. This would be understandable seeing as it is made to fit into the 11 minute segment whereas miraculous fits the 30 minute segment, but power players is also 11 minute episodes, and the pacing is far better. And by all means, even though power players does get repetitive in its episode formula, it feels far more inventive then ghost force.

I feel like the biggest problem that ghost force has though is that it is trying to be like miraculous. Like as different as the shows are, there are way more similarities then zak storm or power players have to miraculous. For goodness sake ghost force even has a food vendor character, and even though there are 2 other main leads the focus goes on the main girl (i do enjoy liv, but I'd like to see more from mike and andy), or should i mention how one of the main leads is rich and has a strained relationship with his single rich father?

I do think that one good thing going for ghost force is that since it is airing on disney channel, i believe it will get more eyes on it, which will give it plenty of room to grow into its own. Like there is a lot of potential there. So many of the story ideas and characters are interesting, and there are some interesting mysteries that I'd like to see solved. At the same time, it just really sucks that zak storm will probably never get the 2nd season it was renewed for.

[autumn-foxfire]

Im sorry ill be adding onto ur ask box but u talking about bnha again made me think of bnha again and ughhhghgg

Latest chapters have been BORING. We know Star wont defeat afo cuz of course so its really annoying that so many chapters are being dedicated to the fight. We dont know shit about Star and afo has rapidly been losing my intrest so its just like watching two action figures clash while also knowing how this is inventibly going to end cuz it would make no sense for a newly introduced chara to defeat the big bad. If this was a half a chapter to chapter it would have been fine but its been several chapters so far n its so annoying to read something u give so little fucks about cuz ur hoping characters u DO care about will eventually show up again. This just seems like hori binged a bunch of marvel movies or smtng

Adding on to that....isnt Stars intro v similar to Lady Nagants? Like we randomlyget introduced to these two female characters we havent heard a thing about up until that exact moment, who seem to have a significant connection to an already estsblished character but it turns out that connection is flimsy at best. They fight an already established character, lose and are nuked off probably never to be mentioned again.

Like

I get that Hori is trying to show that afo is an international threat now but wasnt there a better way, couldnt he have established star sooner? Like all mights bedn doing fuck all how hard would it have been to throw in a scene of him talking to her on the phone here n there? Just so we can know she Exists before her big finale lmao

Idk...u here about big shonen manga crashing n burning at their end but its sad to see it happen n bnha is sadly inching towards being completely unenjoyable with each chapter. By now im almost hoping Hori will put it out of his misery fast if this is all we can hope for quality wise feom incoming chapters

Don't apologise for speaking to me Lucy T-T I love our chats and I've missed them since I've been afk (or would it be aft because it's more tumblr I've been taking a break from XD)

I can't believe the drop in quality in the manga. Stars and Stripe was a bigger mistake than Lady Nagant at this point and now that I've seen from the new leaks, I'm left hating this character more and more. Stars and Stripes wasn't needed.

There has been no reason for this battle whatsoever and yes, I'm taking into account the new leaks which, if you haven't seen them yet, I'll put them below a readmore:

She dies but her spirit seems to live on in the vestiges realm and we see her attacking AFO in there.

My question is why Hori had to introduce a random character we have not attachment to do this. Surely, if he wanted this grand moment where someone lives on beyond death and shakes AFO, it would be a member of the ESTABLISHED CAST that we have grown to love, not some random woman from America he introduced 4 CHAPTERS AGO.

You're right Hori could have shown AFO as being an internation threat and one of the simplist ways would have been AFO having a villain uprising in multiple countries. You know, he's said to have an underground empire, nothing says Japan will be on it's own when you have other countries fighting tooth and nail to keep villains in control in their nations and can't spare any help to Japan. There you go. Done. It was as simple as that and wouldn't have wasted 4 fucking chapters on a character we do not give a single shit about.

BNHA is crashing and burning and I'm watching this flaming wreckage hoping that I'll be able to salvage my favourites at the end.

[neo-couture]

mine

When Lucas woke up that morning, he had no idea he’d bump into you at the café down the street. It had been a year since you’d last seen each other, since Lucas had left to study abroad. You’d only known each other a short while so the two of you decided to call your thing off. It was casual, so it was fine. But Lucas got the impression it was “casual with lots of feelings” that neither admitted to or said aloud. He figured he’d get over you after a year in Japan, and he’d tried. He’d dated other people, but all he could think about was you. Short lived as the relationship might have been, it had left quite an impact.

He told his friends he’d be back in a sec, before strolling up to where you were sat focused on your laptop. “Y/N.”

You looked up from your paper and recognized the man in front of you immediately. Lucas – that Lucas – was standing in front of you with a cup of coffee and a big, dumb grin.

“Lucas? Oh my god, hey! How’s it going?” You got off your chair and gave him a quick hug, letting your hand linger on his arm. He was wearing a baggy hoodie, a staple of his when you were dating. Or whatever the relationship had been.

“Good! It’s been a while,” he gave you another crooked smile, the kind he used to give when he wanted to say more. “How have you been?”

You two briefly caught up, asking how uni was going and typical things like that. It was really good to see him. You knew he was with his friends so you didn’t keep him, but as he turned away, he caught himself.

“Give me a call, okay?” You blushed and nodded. With a wide smile, he turned and went back to his friends. You caught some of their stares, but went back to your paper, grinning to yourself.

Lucas tried to act casual about it when he told his friends who you were, but the faint pink on his cheeks was a dead giveaway.

“That’s Y/N? Dude! What’re you doing back here talking to us? Go and talk to her again, try and get her back,” Yuta said. “Look man, I know you never got over her. The universe is giving you a second chance, right here in this cafe.”

Lucas flushed and looked into his coffee cup when Johnny chimed in after blowing on his coffee, “we are all very aware, Lucas. You can’t hide it from us.”

“She’ll call,” Lucas said. And he really hoped you would.

--

You did, of course, the next day, asking him if he wanted to meet. You invited him over to your apartment and it felt like old times. He didn’t even ask for your address and you were secretly thrilled that he remembered.

Twenty minutes later, Lucas showed up on your doorstep looking slightly disheveled but happy, a bag of food in his hands. The smell wafted up your nose and you realized that you were starving. You pulled him in, feeling oddly giddy.

The two of you sat on the floor, food scattered about the coffee table. You caught up on the past year, Lucas’ semester abroad, your semester here, and you found that you really missed taking to him. His loud laugh, funny jokes, and his big gestures brought along a sense of nostalgia. Just having him next to you in your apartment again made you feel warm and comfortable and safe.

While you were talking, Lucas’ hand gravitated towards your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles. There was no ulterior motive to the gesture, other than wanting to touch you the way he had many months ago, but it made your stomach twirl. It was so familiar and you hadn’t realized just how much you craved him.

You waited a decent amount of time after you had finished eating, not wanting to appear desperate, before you just couldn’t take it anymore. You swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. Lucas’ eyes widened in surprise. Not giving him time to say anything, like one of his dumb (adorable) quips, you tugged your shirt off, leaving your chest bare. His jaw almost dropped to the floor and he hesitantly reached out to touch you. His large hands covered your breasts as he massaged them in his palms. It was gentle, yet rough, as his hands were rough and calloused, just as you remembered. You’d always bugged him about moisturizing and a smile tugged at your lips, knowing some things hadn’t changed. You flipped your hair out of the way and tugged him in for a kiss, feeling his lips on yours for the first time in a year. You let out a soft whine and Lucas grew more confident with his touch, squeezing harder and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. Pulling away with a soft click, you gasped against his parted lips.

“I’ve missed you,” he said with a dopey grin.

You laughed. “I missed you, too.” With that, you connected your lips again, swallowing each of his groans and whines. You rolled your hips down on his lap, feeling his erection grow beneath you. His large hands had moved from your chest to your waist, gripping tightly and urging you to continue you movements. You hoped there would be bruises.

One of his hands snuck down the back of your pants, over your ass, and he dipped a finger inside your dripping entrance. You moaned and rocked back on his finger, hoping he would add another. When he did, followed closely by a third, you whimpered into his neck. You’d forgotten how amazing his fingers were; long and bony and well acquainted with your body.

Once you’d had enough, you cupped his jaw and locked eyes with him. “Fuck me. Please. I need you.”

Lucas didn’t need to be told twice and he made quick work of his shirt. He pushed you onto your back on the floor, asking if it was okay. You nodded, not giving a shit where he fucked you so long as he did. And ideally soon. Lucas tugged your pants and underwear off, leaving you completely naked beneath him. Your legs settled on either side of him, giving Lucas a perfect view of your wet, swollen pussy. He breathed out a soft fuck and quickly took off his own pants.

His cock hung heavy between his legs and you clenched at the sight of him, recalling how it felt to have his long, thick length inside you. Lucas searched his jeans for his wallet, and pulled out a condom which he quickly opened and rolled on. Reaching out, he put his hand by your mouth. “Spit, baby.” You smiled and did as you were told. Lucas was always kind of dirty like that, and you loved it.

You watched, enraptured, as he slicked up his cock with your spit and positioned himself at your entrance. When he start pushing in, you collapsed against the floor with a groan. He went slowly, pausing occasionally to allow you to adjust. “Relax, baby.” Leaning over you, he nibbled on your earlobe. “No one’s been fucking you good, huh? Not since I left? Not used to a big cock anymore, are you?”

It was then you remembered Jihoon and wondered if you should tell Lucas. No, it was only casual with Jihoon. That’s what you decided anyway. And besides, Lucas did have a point; no one had fucked you like this. And you didn’t want him to stop now.

So, you shook your head and whimpered as he bottomed out.

“Atta girl,” he whispered. “You always could take me so well.”

Once you had adjusted to his size, he started moving, dragging his cock in and out of you at a painfully slow pace at first. You urged him to go faster and he began pounding into you at a relentless pace. His elbows rested on either side of your head, his face so close to yours. You felt something. Something that was foreign to you. Yet it felt so present in that moment with Lucas and his bright eyes locked with yours, his fingers toying with your hair. It was a lot.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused on his cock inside you which, admittedly, wasn’t hard to do as he was hitting that spot mercilessly. Lucas was also a biter, and so he was gently nipping at your jaw and your neck, growling each time you tightened around him.

As both your climaxes approached, Lucas hooked your legs over his shoulders, effectively bending you in half. He must’ve remembered you liked it this way because of how the head of his cock constantly pressed against your most sensitive spot. Tears spilled from your eyes and he breathed your name and soft curses into your mouth.

You surprised yourself, and Lucas, when your orgasm washed over without even being touched. Your legs shook around him as you cried out and he cursed as he watched you. He finished not long after, spilling into the condom. You barely registered this as your brain had basically shut down, overstimulated as he fucked you.

Your legs fell beside you, completely useless, as Lucas pulled out. He pressed his lips to yours for a brief kiss.

“Mm, just as amazing as I remember.”

--

The next day, after Lucas had left for class, you got a text from Jihoon. He wanted you come over for dinner. You felt a pang of guilt, thinking about how you and Lucas fucked three times last night. But then you remembered that you and Jihoon had agreed to keep it casual. Casual.

However, as soon as you walked through the door of Jihoon’s place later that day, you felt sick to your stomach. Nerves hit you when you saw the fancy dinner on his table, candles and all. He clearly didn’t want casual anymore. And sure enough, after dinner, once the two of you had retired to the couch to watch a movie, he asked you to be his girlfriend. For the two of you to be exclusive.

You stammered out a sure, which should have actually been a no, but you panicked. Jihoon was really, really nice, and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. More to the point, you were completely caught off guard and felt incredibly guilty since you were planning on breaking up with him.

Immediately after you agreed, Jihoon pulled you in for a kiss, pushing you onto your back, and made love to you right there on the couch.

You wondered if he could smell Lucas on you.

--

You told Lucas the next day. A silence hung over you as you waited for Lucas to respond. You didn’t know what to make of the situation because you certainly didn’t want to stop seeing Lucas.

“Do you love him?” Lucas asked, avoiding your gaze.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “I guess we… have to stop then.” Tears pricked your eyes at this, but you reluctantly agreed.

An hour later, Lucas had you on your hands and knees, ass up in the air as he fucked you roughly. His hand was tangled in your hair as he held you down, draping himself over your back. He tugged at your ear with his teeth, nipping and licking at the skin.

“Bet he doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? No one can fuck you like I can,” he growled almost absentmindedly. As if it was a private thought that neither of you would talk about later. You sobbed into the sheets, mascara running down your face with your tears. You were glad you could attribute the tears to the ecstasy of sex, rather than the aching pain in your heart.

--

Later the next day, you and Lucas got drunk at your place. You figured it was a way for the both of you to cope with the situation at hand. Sat on your couch, legs curled up under you, you faced Lucas who looked fucked up. He was grinning at you, hair falling into his eyes. You flushed under his gaze which never seemed to let up.

He reached out to you, stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. His thumb traced your lips, tugging the bottom one gently. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He sounded so genuine you almost cried. Giving you a pained smile, he cupped your cheek. His touch was so gentle and you felt a stabbing pain in your heart. “He better treat you well. It’s what you deserve.” Closing your eyes, you placed a hand over his and leaned into his palmed. What he said next made your heart skip, in part because it was said under his breath, like he hadn’t wanted you to hear.

“I just wish it was me.”

--

You and Lucas continued that way for a couple weeks; fucking any chance you got. You still hung out, too, but there was an awkwardness to it, neither of you knowing what to say or do. Not knowing what emotions were off limits. So, you generally just stuck to sex.

Every time you would fuck, one of you would say you shouldn’t do this anymore, that it was wrong. But these words never stopped you. They were often said between heated kisses, and at that point, there was no going back.

You also noticed that Lucas fucked you especially hard whenever you mentioned Jihoon, like he was trying to make a point. On one occasion, after you told Lucas that you and Jihoon had cooked dinner together at your place, he fucked you right on the counter, letting your come mixed with his leak out of you and drip on to the cold surface.

It was toxic, you knew it. And you wanted to break up with Jihoon, you just didn’t know how. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, but you knew you already were.

At one point, when you were with Lucas, you happened to mention Jihoon again in passing and Lucas snapped.

“Please! Please just- just stop,” his voice trailed off at the end of his sentence. He braced himself on your kitchen counter, head hanging between his shoulders. You got off your chair and stood next to  him, hand on his back. “I don’t want to hear about you and him. Please.”

“Lucas-” you started but stopped when he whipped around, his eyes brimming with tears. He held your face in his hands, a few tears trickling down his cheek. His thumbs stroked your cheeks, a pained look on his face. You held his wrist, trying to sooth him.

Knocking your foreheads together, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You could leave him, you know,” he said quietly, “and come back to me.”

“Lucas-” you tried again, but he cut you off again, shaking his head with a tortured expression on his face.

“Be with me. Please. I lo- you know I care about you. And I know you care about me.” He went to kiss you, but he stopped himself. “Be mine again.” It was barely a whisper and you weren’t even sure you heard him right.

Your voice caught in your throat, thick with emotion, wanting to tell him that yes, you want to be with him. You wanted to break up with Jihoon and be with Lucas. That’s all you wanted. But Lucas spoke again before you had the chance. Knowing Lucas, you felt this was because he wasn’t ready to hear rejection. Even though that’s what you weren’t going say.

He composed himself, letting go of your face and wiping away his tears. “Just… just think about it, okay?” He left you there in the kitchen, and you watched the door of your apartment shut behind him.

--

It wasn’t easy, breaking up with Jihoon. He really was incredibly nice and maybe if you hadn’t been in love with Lucas, you would have stayed.

Jihoon was great, he understood that you weren’t feeling it. He cried, as you expected, and you comforted him, feeling guilty. He didn’t deserve this. Lucas didn’t deserve the pain you put him through either.

You left Jihoon’s place on good terms with him, which was more than you expected, and headed down the street, one place on your mind.

--

You knocked on Lucas’ door and he opened it, looking dejected, but livening up when he saw you. Before he could say anything, you asked, “any of your roommates home?”

He shook his head. “No, they just left-” Before he could finish, you pulled him into a tight embrace, crashing your lips together. His large hands moved to your back, holding you close.

“I want to be with you. Just you. I don’t want anybody else.”

He smiled and laughed breathlessly. It tugged at your heartstrings and you kissed him again before you cried. He slammed the door behind you, hiking your legs up around his waist, and carried you to his room.

Dropping you on his bed, he gave you a goofy smile. You reached to unbutton his shirt when he stopped you. “Before we… I just want you to know that I love you. It’s not just about sex for me. I really love you. And I want you. Forever.”

“I want that too,” you said. “I love you too, Lucas.” That was all he wanted to hear and he joined your lips together again, ecstatic.

Clothes were quickly removed and discarded around his room until the two of you were completely naked. You stared at each other for a few moments, gazing upon each other in a new light. When Lucas touched you, it was gentle, almost careful, his large palms skimming across the bare skin of your legs. He planted a kiss on the inside of your thigh. He continued his way up your thigh, across your stomach and your chest, and up your neck until he reached your lips.

Hands explored bodies, committing each and every curve and angle to memory. Each touch was gentle and you felt no hurry to rush the moment along. It was perfect and you never wanted it to end.

By the time Lucas had pushed himself inside you, you felt delirious with emotion. Ecstasy and an intimacy you had never felt before, and you had never felt more secure and at peace. Everything was right.

He braced himself on either side of your head, your foreheads touching as he rolling his hips against you. Lucas kissed you all over your face, your neck, leaving no spot untouched. You held onto his forearms as he thrusted in and out of you, looking into his deep brown eyes.

It wasn’t long before you reached your climax and Lucas’s hands slipped into yours, squeezing tightly, reassuring you. You came with a sob, crying into Lucas’ neck. He followed soon after, spilling into you.

You wrapped your arms around his back as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting. Reaching around, you held his face in your hands, brushing your lips together. “Mine,” you said. Lucas smiled.

“Yours. “