#i really enjoyed answering those questions

[weneeya]

pretty for me? m.list | rules

pairing. sylus x reader

note. hiiii first time writing with sylus, or with any of the lads boys, but i felt like this idea was perfect for him so here you are, enjoy <3

You rarely had fights with Sylus, mostly because you had the man wrapped around your little finger ; he would never do anything that could make you uncomfortable or could really make you angry. He was a tease, and getting reactions out of you was something he liked a lot, but he never crossed the line of making you really mad.

But this time, he got too far. Way too far. He had spent an awful day where nothing had been going the way he wanted and you just happened to be here when he was about to crash out. He didn’t want to pass his nerves on you, of course not ; but you said the wrong thing and he just snapped. 

“When do you ever shut up?” The words left his mouth before he could think of them. He was quick to realise what he had just told you, but before he could add anything for his defense, he saw your frown and the hurt in your eyes. “Go to hell, Sylus,” you told him before you shut the door behind you in one hard move. 

How dumb he was to think you would come back so soon. You both had a party tonight, one you would never miss and he knew it. You were supposed to go together, but as the time passed, he finally understood that you were probably already there, and alone. Sylus didn’t like the idea, not at all. He could already imagine all those guys looking at you like you were free to get. Fools. Like they ever get a chance with you. 

He made his way to this stupid party on the back of his motorcycle, hating the way he couldn’t feel your arms wrapped around his waist to be sure you wouldn’t fall from here. You should be here, with him ; but he also knew it was all his fault. He needed to make it up to you, and he would. He got off the bike when he finally arrived in front of the building, taking off his helmet to put it in its safe place on the vehicle. 

Sylus was walking through the people, not even caring answering the one saying hi or asking him stupid questions. Except that he noticed how no one was talking about the lack of your presence by his side. It only confirmed his thoughts : you were already here. He felt his blood boiling in his veins while he made his way to the main room. 

He almost froze in his place when his eyes fell on a figure he knew all too well. His hands had run over it more than enough to know it by heart. You were right here, laying against a wall while you seemed so focused on your discussion with the random guy he didn’t know. He trusted you enough to know you wouldn’t do anything, but the way this man was roaming his eyes on you made him lose his mind. 

You were technically facing him, and it didn’t take you long before you noticed his broad figure in the entrance of the room. A light grin tucked at the corners of your lips, and he saw it almost immediately. You were playing with him. Perhaps he deserved it, yes, but he wouldn’t let you get away with this so easily. He walked towards you until he was right behind the poor guy who had no idea of how taken you already were. 

The man was about to say something when he felt a strong hand resting on his shoulder. He turned around, ready to shout at the one bothering him, when he saw Sylus’s on him. He stopped almost immediately, then Sylus’s voice could be heard. “Can I talk to her?” He asked, clearly rhetorically, and the guy just nodded quickly before running away from here, leaving you alone with Sylus. You crossed your arms and sighed, not even glancing at the white haired man in front of your very eyes. 

“My girl sure is pretty tonight. Is that for me?” A light smirk was dancing on his lips while he let his eyes traveled all over your finger without a single hint of shame. You looked back at him, clearly not amused by his words. If he thought he would get you back so easily, he was even stupider than what you thought. “I don’t want to see you. “ Your words were harsh, and it made him realise even more how much he hurted you with his words. 

You were about to turn away so you could leave him on his own, when you felt his hand slipping in yours so gently. He could have just grabbed your wrist and forced you to stay ; he was stronger than you, But he didn’t. He purposely caught your hand in the softest way he ever did in a public place before. You turned around slowly so you would face him once again, you could swear you never saw him looking at you like this before. Well, maybe not never, but it was a sight rare enough to be noticing it and marking it in the calendar. 

“Can we just talk about this? Please.” His voice was closer to a whisper now, and you swore it had awakened something deep inside your stomach that you tried to ignore. Sylus wasn’t the kind of guy who said please so easily ; and now he sounded so desperate. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head, it wasn’t the right time for this. 

You had to stay angry at him, at least for a little longer. Even if he seemed to have understood how wrong he had been, your own ego needed to prove to itself that he was able to survive his pleading eyes. “Fine, but be quick.” Sylus saw this as a victory. He knew you well enough to be aware that if you were really still angry at him, you would have ignored him. 

He was quick in his moves when he guided you upstairs to an empty room, locking it right behind him. He looked at you trying to be angry at him, and he had to restrain himself from smiling at the view. You were so adorable when you were playing anger. He made you sit down on the edge of the bed but, before you could even think about him sitting next to you, he was kneeling down in front of you. 

“Listen baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Do you think you can forgive me?” He was clearly playing along with your fake annoyance, you could tell it so easily. Yet, you kind of appreciate this situation. Maybe you could take advantage of it for once. “I’m not sure I can,” you answered while looking down at him.

Gently, his hand took your wrist so he could begin to leave soft kisses against your palm. His lips were more brushing your skin than really touching it, and it sent shivers all the way down to your spine. His kisses slowly moved to your wrist, then to your arm, his fingers slowly caressing the skin up your arm to leave free space for his lips. In between his gentle touches, he was murmuring sweet words and soft pleas to you. You hated this. Hated how easy it was for him to make you completely head over heels. He had too much of an impact on you for your own good. 

“Fine, okay, I forgive you! Stop this now, for God’s sake.” You mumbled in a hitched breath which made him chuckle. A low chuckle that sent jolts in your stomach. “Why would I stop when my angel looks so pretty?” He asked all innocently when he was anything but innocent right now. This man would be the death of you one day. You didn’t even want him to stop, it was just nonsense to even think about doing such things in a room that wasn’t yours. 

He finally stopped his sweet torture, making you sigh from both relief and disappointment. Sylus slowly stood up from the ground, offering his hand to you. You grabbed it, and the second after, you were pulled closer to his side. He left a kiss on your temple before glancing down at you. “Let’s leave this shitty place. I still need to prove to you how sorry I am.” And you knew exactly what he meant by those words. You didn’t even want to stay here anyway. Nothing related to your stomach doing flips because of his hand on your hip. Of course not. “Yeah, let’s get home.”

thank you for reading <3

[pftones3482]

The Not So Good/Bad

All right - I've had time to collect my thoughts on the new season. I'm going to split them into two posts: The Good and the Not So Good/Bad, just because I know some people don't want to focus on the negatives for shows.

If you want to read "The Good" list, you can read this post!

Otherwise, please note that this post has my negative thoughts from the season. These are my personal opinions, and you don't have to agree with them. If you don't agree with something, either ignore it or be respectful about it. You're the one choosing to click the "Keep Reading" option.

Meap Me in St. Louis

putting this under it's own thing because what the FUCK was that???

No truly, what the fuck?

This is up there with AYA, the second Cliptastic Countdown, and the Marvel Episode for me as far as least favorite episodes go (and y'all know my feelings on those)

This was atrocious compared to the other Meap episodes, which rank as some of my favorite episodes in the whole show

It felt like they treated it like a chore instead of a chance to take creative liberties and make a fun episode. The "ticking the boxes off" was funny for the first one, don't get me wrong. i got a chuckle out of the first check box. But as it kept going on and on it just bothered me

Because it felt like they were just ticking boxes, I wasn't immersed in the episode at all. Every single time they paused to tick a box, I was taken out of the story line (the bare bones one there was) and had to fight to focus again

It felt like a chore, not an episode they wanted to make. Sorry we made you make it, I guess?

Listen. Anyone who follows me knows that I'm not really a Phinabella person. It's just not my preferred ship. But where the FUCK was it?? The Meap episodes always have such a focus on cuteness and Phineas being oblivious about her cuteness, and without it, it felt wrong. When even the non-Phinabella shippers are missing the ship, you know you fucked up.

Adding to the wrong feeling: Buford and Baljeet have never met Meap. At least, not in the two main Meap episodes. I love them both dearly, but they felt out of place here. Meap episodes are for the Flynn-Fletchers and Isabella, sorry

The mustache??? That's such a funny bit, idk why the hell they'd get rid of it

I don't love John Stamos as the VA for Meap. But even if they had to get a new VA, I don't understand why they redubbed the "meap" sound??? Is it something with copyright/using Lorenzo's voice??? (this is a genuine question, someone lmk if they have the answer)

I truly think Candace was the only saving grace of this episode for me.

I'd actually rather watch Mission Marvel tbh

Not Meap Me in St. Louis:

My biggest qualm with Agent T for Teen was how EASY it was for Stacy to just. Admit she knew Perry's identity and then keep her memories. Why did they make such a big deal about non-family members knowing if all they had to do was promise to help out if Perry ever needed it and to keep the secret from his actual host family? I just feel like it cheapened the risk in Happy Birthday, Isabella, and it made all the kids/teens getting their minds erased in the ATSD movie kind of pointless. I understand it from like a..."they can't prove this is how they would react" standpoint? But clearly Perry was also freaked out by it so it just doesn't make sense to me (now using it as an OWCA control tactic....oh yeah, I'll be playing with that and writing a fixer for my One Shot-inator later)

I think a lot of the music unfortunately fell into the realm of Hamster and Gretel music for me - forgettable and wedged in. Don't get me wrong, the License to Bust song slapped, Candace and Doof's duet was impeccable, and I enjoyed the Wellerman spoof. But I have legitimately already forgotten almost every other song, and I JUST rewatched some of the episodes less than half an hour ago as of writing this. Do I think they're genuinely bad songs? No. But I saw someone say earlier that it felt like they picked the wrong song topics for some of the episodes and I couldn't agree more (I will, however, be using "because nobody ordered that" in the Carl theme song as a vocal stim for a while)

oh please hold I have another episode specific one

Lord of the Firesides:

I was so excited for this episode

I fucking love the Fireside Girl spinoff episodes

WHERE WAS PINKY?????

When I went to bed last night after watching the season, something kept bugging me about this episode, and I pinpointed it at like, 12:30 in the morning - in the other Fireside Girl focused episodes, the B Plot focuses on Pinky and Poofenplotz, not Perry and Doofenshmirtz

I actually think not including Pinky ruined the entire episode for me - it didn't feel like a truly Fireside Girl focused episode, and we got no Pinky at all this season in general

Also this is just me nitpicking because I majored in English but I hate that they named it after Lord of the Flies because it really dumbs down the actual plot of the book and is kind of misleading - I initially thought the episode would be about the girls getting stranded or in some kind of wreck, not...trying to vote on cupcake flavors.

The heavy metal song was fun tho

Back to the rest of my thoughts:

Therapist episode fun overall but it really bugged me that Candace was like. Listening to this guy ramble and theorize (because it's implied that's what he's doing on stage). And not once did she say "Wait...platypus?" Also Linda pmo that episode, your daughter is actively trying to spend time with you at something involving her and you're just??? Fucking around???

Chip to the Vet was chill, but I agree with some other takes I've seen - I expected more. This is one of those episodes where I actually think they would have benefited from no song, or a small jingle instead, and focused more on Perry trying not to get chipped. Imagine PnF AND Doof trying to hunt him down at the same time??? Could have been classic. Instead it was just fine.

I wish in the sleepover episode Candace could have just. Given in and let both groups hang out. I actually think it would have been a nice way to show that she's still TRYING to get past the busting brothers obsession, and the fact that they didn't take that route really just proved that they killed all the character development they gave her in prior specials and movies.

Unpopular opinion but I don't like the re-dubbed intro. I miss the original Phineas vocals in it, it throws me off

I think those are all of my really big thoughts. Overall I REALLY enjoyed this season, please don't let this list make you think I didn't. These were just the qualms I had (and most of them are inconsequential, but damn does the Meap one really fucking suck)

[loki-child-of-frigga]

"Which is why I don't hold your profession against you." Loki replied with a playful wink although he was relieved that she was of a similar mindset since it meant she was less likely to invade his privacy more than just asking questions, which he was fine with. He just didn't want to have to worry about her stalking him or snooping around his home.

"It does if I include enchantments with that effect as I did with yours. As for skin sensitivity, I would just use a different metal. I like how gold looks when paired with black so I chose it. Gold also works slightly better than protective enchantments than silver. Although far better materials can be found in other realms. Every material has its uses and drawbacks. Knowing that and choosing the correct ones for the item you wish to make is the keep to creating a good artifact." Loki answered honestly since he didn't mind giving her this information.

"One of them at any rate. I have quite the collection of knives that I've gotten over the years. This just happens to be my favorite of those I had a hand in making." He replied with a shrug as the knife vanished once more. "I may be a Seidrmandr but I was also a Prince of Asgard and received the same martial training as Thor. We simply specialized in different weapons."

"Probably for the best although you don't need it here since I have enough wards and protective spells on this apartment that it would take something particularly impressive to get in or hurt either of us." He said as his smug smile returned. He was enjoying getting to show off. He might not be as much of a diva as the Avengers thought but he did enjoy praise and admiration. Then again he was a God so could that really be considered a fault?

Margo nodded her head in agreement. Her smirk also shows that she would be willing to check out to see what he would show her. It was silly and ridiculous but it did make her chuckle at the thought of that prank going well and getting a few laughs from others. Rather she would go through it or not didn't matter as it was a distraction from over thinking recent events.

" I couldn't agree more honestly. That's why I try not to be too invasive and I do admit to being over excited about certain things that I often get carried away. I like to think I do okay. I was also never really a fan of paparazzi types or tabloids. Always found them distasteful." She made a face at the mention of them. When she had broken up with her ex who was at the time a up and coming Hollywood editor, it was more than embarrassing to be apart of the circus. Margo thought it would be best to not bring that up yet.

Meanwhile she was focused on what loki was talking about, taking on every information and details of how he use his magic. " hmm, very interesting. And lets say what ever material you would create with the seidr and other of your spectacular stuff, does what ever you make last longer than regular jewelry? Like most times the material and things here on earth can only last for a few years for example. And what about skin sensitively? Like would some people brake out in a rash if they were to ever get a hold of something like this." She asked, holding the necklace in her hand.

" Woah." Margo remarks as he summoned the blade for her to see. Even the look of it was beautiful yet obviously deadly by how sharp it looks. Continues to listen loki and just be amazed at what he can do. If anyone would've told her that she would come face to face with the god of mischief, having a conversation she would've laughed at them. " and this blade..is your weapon of choice im guessing? You also happened to know any slick fighting moves?" Her question was light hearted yet serious.

" Right so that leaves me to keep the necklace on at all times then." Margo said after paying attention to him. Her slight blush at the mention of a shower had margo run her hand against her neck sheepishly. " I think it would be best to keep it on. At least i want to feel more comfortable the more I have it on. Just to know im protected."

[wisteria-lodge]

Feel free to ignore if you don't answer people's doubts about shc but:-

What exactly is the difference between lion primary making decisions based on their internal moral compass and bird primaries based on external sources?? Using the shc quiz's example of "everyone else tells you to make decision a, but you do decision b." A lion primary would feel proud, and a bird would feel guilty.

But who is "everyone" in this scenario? My friends and family? More "objective" sources? While I don't think making decisions solely based on gut feelings is wrong exactly, it isn't always correct. At the same time, many external sources labelled as "objective" can be very biased. Neither is a perfect way of making decisions. I'd say some combo of both is best. Ideally you take in info from verified (by others and yourself) sources, then make your decision based on practicality and your moral principles.

Anyways ,isn't your "internal" moral compass just the sun total of ideas you've absorbed over your lifetime? Whether you agree with the morals held up as valuable by those around you or not, they still influence your "gut feelings" immensely. "Gut feelings" are really just heuristics; the patterns you recognize from previous experiences. So aren't they the same in the end?

Again, I'm not sure if you answer doubts so feel free to ignore.

Of course I do, I love questions like this.

So of course you're right. Lions and Birds are both "external" in the sense that they get information from outside themselves - I mean, that is where information comes from. Lions aren't *psychic.* Lions and Birds can also be equally, massively *wrong.*

The difference is in the way they pick up and process information. To throw some words around, Lions absorb things more through pathos/their unconscious mind. The "realest real" is their internal experience (so, more of a Plato perspective.) A Bird absorbs things through their logos/conscious mind. The "realest real" is their external situation (more of an Aristotle perspective.) Obviously Birds still have "gut feelings" and Lions still have logical observation... and ideally those those two things will always be in harmony. But if they're not... if you are forced to lean on one, which piece of data you feel better/safer/more moral using?

That's what the test is getting at with the "everyone else tells you to make decision a, but you do decision b [because it feels right]" question. A Bird is going to feel.... anxious, like they didn't have enough time to make an informed decision, like they must be missing something. A Lion is going to be more chill. There must be a reason B "felt right," and even if they can't articulate it right now, that's okay.

There a lot of "tells" that help me tell a Lion from a Bird. Birds are able to articulate, explain, and back up their positions (they also usually enjoy doing this.) But a Lion will often be surprised that they care so much about something, their Causes sneak up on them. It's messier and more emotional when they pivot, and they do this thing where they... sort of change their mind on a lag? Like Lions will do something, feel the feelings it generates... and only then realize that no, I can't do this anymore. I love this bit from Les Miserables:

The thing is - and it's a strange phenomenon (...) - in stealing money from that child [Jean Valjean] had done something he was already no longer capable of. (...) this final bad deed had a decisive effect on him, it suddenly pierced through the chaos in his mind and cleared it.

Bird causes are usually interrelated, while Lion causes are more chaotic and random. Lions are honestly fine making snap decisions, but Birds hate it. Birds are more vulnerable to gaslighting, while Lions are more vulnerable to scams that play on their emotions and cause them to panic. Birds are more likely to get into conspiracy theories, Lions are more likely to get into the occult. Birds especially hate hypocrites. Lions are more bothered by people who are pretentious and holier-than-thou. Birds have this interesting quirk where they think of their "past selves" as essentially different people, while a Lion is more likely to angst about finding their "true authentic self." A young Lion probably had some version of the "chosen one" fantasy, and I've heard several versions of the young Bird "book" fantasy (ie - I wish I had a book that told me the correct thing to do at all times.)

You can often spot a fictional Bird because their Truth/their System lives outside them: it's their job, their religion, their code of ethics. A lot of the time it'll be a literal list of rules that they made for themselves. Fictional Lions are often coded a little magical, someone with really good "street smarts" or instincts. Or like, literally a jedi. But as with everything, the reality is more complicated and nuanced.

[bisexualiteaa]

Undercover

Character list: Soap, Price, König, Gaz, and Ghost

CW: reader has hair, no use of y/n, military inaccuracies, slightly suggestive material, cursing, reader is AFAB, brief mention of weapons, canon typical violence, possible spelling or grammar errors, lightly proofread.

Hope you all enjoy!

John “Soap” MacTavish:

- He has so much fun with this that he almost forgets you’re here on the job.

- He goes out of his way to mention that you’re his “girlfriend” any chance he gets, actively making sure to take on “babe” or “baby” at the end of nearly every sentence.

- Strolling up to the hotel’s pool-side bar with his hand in yours, two towels under his other arm as you both walked out in swim wear.

- Has a hard time keeping his eyes off you when you’re in a bikini.

- Has an even harder time doing so when he’s a few drinks deep.

- He can’t help it, you just look damn good, and you look damn good when you’re doing your job too.

- Watching you sit back in one of those pool-side lounge chairs with a drink in hand, sunglasses on as you watched for your target really did something for him.

- Certainly didn’t help that you both had to share one bed in the hotel room.

You two didn’t have to stay the last night that the room was booked for, the mission was over, but it had run into the weekend. Something that Johnny held a strong grievance towards. So through some convincing you hadn’t known about, Johnny managed to con Price into allowing you both to stay the extra day to make up for the portion of the weekend you had both lost out on. “And how’d you sweet talk your way into that one?” You asked with a grin as he enlightened you with the news, making him give a playful scoff in fake offense as he sat in the lounge chair next to the bed. “Ye sayin’ I cannae sweet talk, bonnie?” He asked, making you laugh at the way he took everything like a challenge. “Mm, more surprised that they actually agreed to it more than anything, really” you replied bluntly, making him chuckle. “Why let I’ go ta waste? Another night of drinkin’ on Shepherd’s tab? Got ta be out yer mind if ya think I’d let tha’ opportunity go by” he reasoned, making you give a hum in response. “And here I thought it was ‘cause you liked being cuddle buddies so much that you’d die without going another night being the little spoon. Shame” you teased with a devilish grin, making him chuckle at your quip. “Aye, so what? Cannae fault a man for his comforts” he replied, making you shake your head and giggle at him. “‘sides, whose ta say it’s not ‘cause I sorta enjoy bein’ yer boyfriend? Maybe I’m tryin’ ta drag it out as long as I can” He added with a Cheshire grin, watching as you looked up at him at that admission, an eyebrow raised in surprise and question. “Really, now? That so?” You asked, making him chuckle. “Depends, how much ya like bein’ my hen?” He asked, making you bring a finger to your mouth, tapping against your lips as you pondered what to say. “Hmm…I’d give it like a five out of ten” you said nonchalantly, making him laugh as he gave you a slightly offended look. “A five? Damn. We go’ a whole day left bonnie, what can I do ta bring tha’ up t’ a ten?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, his eyes dark with desire. You could only grin as you thought of your next words. “Well, you’d make it sky rocket to a solid eight by making me your girlfriend for real. From there…well, that depends on how well *you* perform” you answered, your eyes flickering up and down his body then back up to his face as you grinned at him.

- He made sure come morning that the only five you’d be leaving that hotel with was a five star review of the MacTavish experience.

“Captain” John Price:

- Now he’s no stranger to an odd mission or two, certainly not a stranger to undercover missions either.

- What he is a stranger to is working an undercover mission with someone he’s privy to.

- Working one with the boys was one thing, but with you? He feared it may be the only time he’d get a little too distracted from the task at hand.

- You two have been dancing around each other for years now, which is why everyone recommended the two of you for it because you would both seem the most natural when it came to compatibility and dynamic for a mission of this nature.

- He gave a kind smile to the front desk person as he enlightened them on the reason for your stay. “Business or leisure?” They asked kindly.

- “Leisure. Promised a nice honeymoon for the missus ‘ere, planned to stick by tha’ promise best I could. This seemed like a right little spot for it. Only the best for her” he’d say as he’d wrap a protective arm around you, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes as an even bigger smile would stretch to his lips when he’d watch you excitedly show off the beautiful ring sat on your finger to the front desk people.

- How he dreamed of this being real, of one day having this very experience with you elsewhere once he could finally retire from the force.

- Not a day passed through this mission that you two don’t exchange playful flirtation, especially when it came to the dinner you two had to attend to see who your target was meeting with.

- When you walked out of the bathroom that was connected to your honeymoon suite’s lavish bedroom his eyes went wide for a moment, forgetting all about the tie he was currently tightening in the mirror across from the bed before letting out a chuckle. “Well aren’t you a right stunner?” He complimented, making you blush and smile.

- “Do a spin for me, yeah?” He said, grabbing your hand and looking you over as you spun in front of him with a beautiful smile and bubbly giggle.

- He certainly made you feel the part of his wife, it was effortless and riveting.

- And damn if you didn’t look good when you were focused. The gun sliding from your garter that sat strapped at your thigh beneath your dress now aimed at the target as you disarmed him and brought him down to be handcuffed and taken away. He couldn’t have been more proud and more attracted to you than in that very moment.

You were packing your things as you got ready to leave the lavish suite the both of you had been staying in the past few days. “Well, it was nice while it lasted” you commented, making him chuckle. “Liked this one?” He asked with a small smirk, making you laugh. “Duh! Only thing I was disappointed about was not getting to enjoy that really nice restaurant we went to. Got all dressed up for a hostage situation instead of a dinner date” you joked, making him laugh at your response. It was fair, he’d actually rather looked forward to the dinner that night too. He looked forward to enjoying a few glasses of champagne with you over some exquisite food and dessert as you’d gush to the waiter about how you’d just recently married and were on your honeymoon to celebrate. He loved listening to you refer to him as your husband, filling his hardened heart with so much joy and pride when you would. “Got any plans tomorrow night?” He asked, making you look up at him with much curiosity in your gaze. “Maybe, why?” You asked with a small grin hinting at the corner of your lips as you awaited his response. “Clear your schedule, let me take you to dinner and make up for it” he said boldly yet sternly, as if he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He most definitely would, but deep down you both knew that wasn’t going to be your response. “Not sure they’ll be open for customers after a hostage situation happened just two days prior” you joked, making him chuckle. “I know some place better” he insisted, making you curious but truth be told, you were already bursting at the seams that he’d finally made a move after all these years spent flirting with each other off and on. How could you say no to such an offer? “Oh, and be sure to wear that outfit again, yeah? Gun and all” he added with a smirk as he started to head out the door, making you grin as you trailed behind him.

- Needless to say, you certainly got your fantastic dinner date and an even better night afterwards when you went back to his place.

König:

- König wasn’t used to undercover missions, normally he’s never the first pick for them purely based off of his height alone.

- He’s so tall that it was almost hard to not recognize him, but he’s a sniper on top of that, one could argue his whole job was undercover considering he’s usually laying low from afar as he picked the enemy forces off one by one.

- So when the two of you were assigned an undercover mission together, it was definitely a bit of a struggle at first to figure out a cover for the both of you.

- That was, until they came to the conclusion that it would work if you pretended to be his mistress, meeting him on a “business trip” out of the country.

- Everything was going great, the room they had booked for him was amazing. It was spacious, had a kitchenette, massive bathroom, the only detriment was the bed being a little too small but he could make it work.

- You showed up in that skimpy little black dress you had on and suddenly his whole world flipped upside down. The fabric laying tight around your curves as it ended at just above your mid thigh, a pair of heels adorning your feet but only seemed to make your legs and ass pop even more than it already did. Your cleavage was visible from the low cut of the top of it, a deep red lipstick painting your lips and your hair free of its usual ties.

- You looked so stunning and he wasn’t prepared for it.

- He sat waiting on one of the lavish couches they had by the entrance to the hotel, donned in the business attire that he was briefed about.

- His once widely spread legs were now being brought inward a tad, his hand slipping into his pocket in the attempts to conceal the issue beginning to grow within his business slacks as you made your way over to him.

- “Oh look at you, gosh you are just handsome as ever” you complimented as he stood up, turning the charm up to eleven immediately and watching as he towered over you effortlessly, even in heels.

- He couldn’t help the slight flush that rose to his cheeks at the sight of you in anything different from your usual uniform, but he did his hardest to remain cool and collected.

- “A good thing the missus isn’t here, I get to have you all to myself” you added in a sultry tone, your much smaller hand smoothing down the lapel of his suit before resting against his broad chest as you looked up at him with the most beautiful set of bedroom eyes he’s ever seen.

- “I couldn’t come into town without seeing you, Schatz” he replied, making you smile up at him in a way he’s only ever dreamed you would. “Then how ‘bout you show me to your room, hmm? Maybe then you can show me just how…excited you are to see me” you responded, dragging your finger down the tie he was wearing with a wink and a bitten lip.

- He certainly didn’t need to be asked twice before ushering you to the elevator and down the hall to his room.

As you made it to his room, he quickly ushered you inside, closing the door behind you but not before you could place the do not disturb sign on the door knob with a giggle. You smiled up at him as you made it inside, his hands resting on your waist as he looked down at you. “Die schön” he complimented breathlessly as he looked at you, making you hum happily at his words. “Danke sehr” you replied, unaware of just how enthralled this man was by you in this very moment. “Bitte schön” he answered, making you giggle once more as a slight blush rose to your cheeks before focusing back in on the mission. “C’mon, I can hear them talking from the bedroom, they must be closest to the wall where the bed is at” you said, grabbing his much larger hand in yours as you led him to the bed. “If they’re as close as I think they are, we’ll have to be pretty convincing that we can’t hear them” you said, making him shake his head. “Here, climb on top of me. Maybe we can sell it by shaking the bed” he said, making you blush at the implications of his words, but you knew he hadn’t meant it like that. Though you weren’t opposed to the idea either. As he climbed onto the bed, you quickly understood why he recommended you be on top of him, the bed was far too small for the both of you to sit on normally, his hulking frame even managing to take up a queen sized bed with minimal effort. So you straddled his hips, the creak of the boxspring beneath the mattress already sounding beneath the weight of you both as your knees sat on either sides of his hips while you pressed a listening device to the wall to get a clearer sound of the conversation happening in the adjacent room.

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that left you as his hands rested on your waist, attempting to keep the hiking skirt of your dress to a concealing length out of respect for you. You looked down at him as he did so with a heat rising to your cheeks as you realized just how close your faces were from one another. Then you felt it, the tell-tale throb from between his legs that told you just how he was feeling in this situation. Seeing you straddling his hips, your tits not that far from his face as the scent of your shampoo and perfume came together, filling all of his senses with you. How else was he supposed to react? Especially after that flirty interaction in the entryway, how could he not be affected by you? Thankfully you’d collected enough intel to send back to base before their chatter subsided for the night it seemed. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen I just…you look so beautiful I-“ he started to say, babbling apologies to you as you set your equipment to the side, his hands moving from your waist in an attempt to amend his error but you were quick to place them back on you as you shut him up with a kiss. Much to his pleasant surprise, you moved his hands to the hem of your dress, urging him to take it off. “Thank fuck I’m not the only one. You look too damn good in this suit” you admitted into the heated kiss, only spurring him on even further.

- By the time morning rolled around, the both of you definitely managed to make it convincing. Convincing enough to even earn a noise complaint from the enemy that shared a wall with you both, a story you’d both tell for years to come.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

- Kyle couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on an undercover mission

- He’d grown used to the stealth missions he’d been on with Captain price, what with the gillie suits and diving suits, but this? This was something he wasn’t entirely used to.

- If there was anyone he’d rather be on an undercover job with however, it’s definitely you.

- You two had been friends for a long time, separated only by entering the military, but as the fates would have it, you found yourselves reunited again.

- Maybe that’s what made it so easy to play off as long distant partners meeting back up again for this mission.

- He couldn’t help but light up with joy as he saw you exit your car in the parking lot, getting a good look at the target’s vehicle and who he was with before your attention came to Kyle.

- Seeing that beautiful smile spread to your face made him weak in the knees before he heard you gasp and run up to him.

- He was ready for the hug you practically tackled him with, but what he wasn’t ready for was you kissing him, leaving him pleasantly surprised as you did so.

- Naturally, he kissed you back of course.

- His hand rested softly at your hip as you did, using the proximity to pull away and tell him what you saw, using the kiss as a chance to whisper to him all the information you’d collected while trailing them on the way here.

- That and you were technically a couple at the moment, it only seemed right.

- “The kiss an’ tell type, are ya?” He joked, making you chuckle as he helped you with your bags. “Only if the tea’s hot enough to, and I assure you, this was steaming” you retaliated, making him chuckle as he shook his head at your bad pun. “Five years apart and your jokes still suck” he commented as you both made your way inside.

“Has it really been five years?” You asked as he threw a clean shirt on, getting ready for the day. “Give or take. Been a while for sure” he answered, never quite realizing just how long it had been since last he’d seen you. The both of you had been through so much in that span of time that it had hardly even felt like five years passed by that fast. “You started seeing anyone since last we talked?” You asked, curious of what he’s been up to and what big life changes have happened while you were apart. “Nah, been too busy” he answered as he got his things together. “You? Surely you must’ve settled down and found the right one by now?” He asked with a slight grin, making you laugh. “I haven’t actually. Been busy too” you answered, and somewhere deep down a wave of relief washed over him to hear those words leave you. To know you hadn’t found someone in his absence, just as he hadn’t in yours. “Kinda funny how we always find our way back to each other, eh?” He added with a grin, making you giggle. “You don’t say. It’s like we’re connected or some shit” you teased. “It’s okay, you can say you’re obsessed with me. It’s an acceptable reason to always be around” he joked with a devilish grin, making you laugh. “Yeah okay, you wish! If I’m obsessed with you, then you’ve got be down BAD for me” you answered, making him chuckle. “Maybe a little. A man can dream, can’t he?” He asked, making you hum with a sweet smile, pleasantly surprised by that answer. “Would you maybe want to grab a bite sometime? Or catch a movie?” He asked, making you giggle. “Only if it’s a date” you answered, and he chuckled softly. “I think that can be arranged. But under one condition” he stated, making you look at him with anticipation in your gaze, waiting to see what he had to say next. He came over to you, his hands resting gently on your hips as he looked down at you with a soft, loving look. “What’s that?” You asked, looking up at him with a very similar look in your eyes. “You kiss me like you did in the lot earlier” he requested, making you hum as you looped your arms around his neck, your lips mere inches from each other. “I think that can be arranged” you responded, a soft smile stretching to both of your lips before you kissed him.

- Perhaps you were right about fate playing a hand in this, because suddenly he understood exactly what they meant when people say that distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

- Taking on an undercover mission with Simon was the last thing you’d ever wanted to do.

- You two couldn’t stand each other, with you being new to the fleet and him being a stubborn lieutenant that’s been with the Task Force for years now, you two tended to butt heads. *Often.*

- You could hardly even stand being in the same room together.

- So when the words left Price’s mouth, you couldn’t help but groan in aggravation, dreading it in its entirety.

- “I can assure you the sentiment’s shared sweetheart” he said, making you glare daggers in his direction with a look of disgust written all over your face. “Don’t fucking call me that” you spat bitterly, rolling your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

- The whole crew joked that you should be undercover as two people who divorced each other with how you two bicker and fight. Maybe they weren’t entirely far off on that statement.

You scoffed as you met Simon by the pool, seeing him there shirtless, wearing a pair of swim shorts but still keeping the mask on, even going as far as to wear sunglasses with it. You rolled your eyes before shooting him a look bordering on disgust. “You wear that stupid fucking mask everywhere?” You snapped, making him turn to you. “You bring that bratty fuckin’ attitude with you everywhere?” He clapped back, making you roll your eyes with a groan of disapproval. Yet your eyes couldn’t steer away from his shirtless figure, watching as the water rolled down his tattooed arms and trailed along his broad, built chest. As much as you resented the man, you had to admit, he looked good. Mentally at least, you wouldn’t dare tell him that to his face. “Whatever. You even remember what we’re here for, or have you been too busy catching the eyes of all the thirsty women here?” You asked, dipping your legs into the pool as you sat on the side of it with a drink in hand, watching as a few of the women across the way gawked at him. He gave a breathy chuckle. “Jealous, are ya? ‘mind you ‘f old times?” He asked, making your face burn hot at the implications and audacity of his words. “Jealous? Yeah fuckin’ right. Those days are long gone” you replied, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him, taking a sip of your drink as you did. “Three o’clock, blue shirt. Terrible taste in drinks, when I was up at the bar I watched him order a drink with malört in it” you added. “Not important” he chastised, making you give him a glare. “As I was saying, he’s supposed to meet with the target here in ten minutes. Has a girl hostage in his room as negotiation but he’s armed if that doesn’t work” you said. “Good eye” he said, taking you by surprise at the fact that he complimented you. It was weirdly thrilling, the surge of pride that came over you with his words. Maybe Simon was quick to judge you, quick to assume that your youth meant incompetence but it wasn’t the case. He hated to admit it but you’d done a lot through out this mission to really take him by surprise, spotting things he hadn’t even spotted, formulating well thought out plans that he considered to be above your abilities. Perhaps he was too quick in passing his judgements upon you. As you sat here before him in a very nice swimsuit, hair flowing in the wind, drink in hand with a determined look upon your face, he couldn’t help but admire you a little. “Enjoying the view?” You asked with a cocky grin, making him grumble as he looked away wondering how you knew. “Just keeping an eye on our chum over there” he said, making you chuckle. “Sure, whatever you say” you added before a few screams filled the otherwise peaceful air, making you turn to see he’d pulled out his weapon. You were quick to hop to your feet. “The fuck d’ you think you’re goin’? He’s armed” he barked at you as you rummaged through your beach bag. “Yeah, so am I” you answered, leaving him equally stunned and impressed before following close behind you.

It was when the both of you had returned to your room that night that he finally worked up the courage. “Did good back there. Maybe I was a little quick to assume you were incompetent but you did good work today” he admitted, stopping you in your tracks almost as you tried to register what he’d just said. “Did you just compliment me?” You asked with a snarky grin, making him turn from you. “Don’t get used to it” he said, making you chuckle as you thought of your next words. “You’re not so bad either, Simon. Made a good team, even if you’re stubborn as all hell” you added, making him scoff a laugh. “You just compliment me?” He asked, using your same words against you as he cocked his head over his shoulder to look at you when he did, making you playfully roll your eyes with a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. “Don’t get used to it” you said, mocking his tone and his accent as he turned around, his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to intimidate you. “You mockin’ me?” He asked, a sort of playfulness hinting in his usually gruff tone. “And if I am?” You asked brazenly, a wicked grin still stretched to your lips. “Spitfire” he responded, knowing there was never anything he could do to make you eat your words or change your attitude, he liked it too much anyway, but he’d never tell you that. His lack of a response made you laugh.

- The both of you seemed to grow a little closer after that night, the dynamic between you shifting to something a little more friendly from there on out. It took some time on his part, but eventually he’d come around to you enough to go on missions with you more often before finally working up the nerve to ask you out for a night of drinks.

- You two have been inseparable ever since.

[seraphshifts]

dr shifting exercises. answering the rest of the questions from this post by @zaddizu

what is your name? - Fauna Seraphina Jade Winters. Fauna is like Flora and Fauna, so I'm named after animal life. Seraphina is just a pretty name, something about it is just so soft and feminine. Jade is a name from my great grandmother that my parents had decided to make one of my two middle names.

what is your favorite food? - geez, this is a hard one... olive garden breadsticks... buffalo wild wing fries... chocolate cupcakes... there's a lot.

you can only choose one movie to watch for the rest of your life, what would you choose? - definitely a horror movie, horror is my favorite genre. my favorite would probably have to be the saw franchise so maybe a movie from there.

what is your birthday? - my birthday is February 15th, 2008, the day after Valentine's day. I was born at 3AM during a blizzard.

favorite color, go! - pink, more specifically the pastel type! but honestly any lighter color is very pretty.

favorite memory? - literally anything to do with my best friends. they make my life so much better.

least favorite memory? - geez there's so much I could say... most things that have to do with my chronic illnesses

someone you dislike? - this girl named Blanche... she's one of those rich girls who complains when they get the wrong colored lambo and she is a pick me girl.

in a crowded room, who would you look for first? - my best friends or my partners. I hate being in public in general but especially alone but with my best friends it is so much easier.

best music genre? - I just love Pop music! but honestly I'm the type of person to listen to anything. musicals, rock, indie pop, etc.

picture your room, is it organised or messy? - kinda a middle ground? because of my chronic illnesses I spend most of my time in my room meaning it is very lived in, but apart from my clearly unmade bed and usually overflowing trash can my room is pretty decent.

gun to your head... are you funny? - yes I am hilarious and I will die on this hill. If someone doesn't find me funny that's their fault.

fruit platter or candy platter? - it really depends on my mood, sometimes I really fuck with candy but sometimes I'm in more of a fruit mood. I'd say usually I'd rather go for the candy.

whats your aesthetic? - it changes from day to day. y2k, a darker aesthetic, cutesy, it really just depends.

who in your dr would you not be surprised if they came out as a shifter? - apart from my best friends and sister who know that I've shifted there, I don't think my girlfriend, Megan, would be surprised.

whats your hogwarts house? - I'm a Slytherin!

ambivert, introvert, or extravert? - I'm an introvert!

best school subject? - my favorites have always been math and science but I lean a little more towards the science route.

where can someone find you when you're sad? - usually sobbing in my bedroom, being comforted with my puppies.

someones music you don't enjoy? - Lola Young. Don't get me wrong, she's beautiful and talented, it's just not personally my cup of tea.

have you had a near death experience? - I have had multiple, from other people inflicting harm on me to medical near death experiences.

who was your first love? do you regret it? - my first loves are my current partners and there's nothing I regret about our relationship.

[angstfactory]

Winter wanted to excuse away how wrong all of this was. Maybe, even, he wasn't wrong. After all, he would know far better than Tripps would, how his parents were. The guy seemed genuine, the way he championed them and claimed they were good people. "Yeah well," he murmured then, trying to see it from Winter's and his parents' perspective, "I guess it sounds like you've been dealing with this for a long time.. and life doesn't just stop and all, so.. maybe they don't got much choice, to keep on and hope you'll be okay." Honestly, now that his initial shock of it all had worn off, Tripps found he could relate and believe these words more than he realized at first.

Because weren't his parents doing the same thing? They had stuck with him, through thick and thin, his entire life trying to help him get hold of those damn allergies and lose the weight — but at some point, those training wheels had definitely come off, where Tripps had become more independent and learned to do it all more on his own, instead. His parents were still in the picture, they were only a phone call away or he could run home to them any time he needed a hug or something, at least. So maybe their situations weren't all so different, and he needed to back off the guy's parents for dealing with an already shitty situation the only way that made sense: by continuing. That initial frustration at their lack of presence ebbed away, especially with Winter's say that it was okay.

It may not really be that okay, but that didn't mean they were really to blame for it, either. He was sure none of them had asked for Winter to be caught up in this strange and tragic situation.

A startled laugh came out of Tripps, which he covered by quickly taking a healthy swig of juice as he considered how to answer that question. Winter had been so honest and upfront with him, it seemed. He felt guilty, to want to hide himself away and continue on being the charming, hot guy that Winter appeared so taken by. What would happen if he dropped the bomb that yeah, actually, he was allergic to bees and quite a few other things, in fact. And hey, did you know he used to be the chubby kid everyone used to make fun of back in the day? Or how about how his whole persona today was nothing more than a smokescreen of what he thought others would think was cool and attractive? That he only got into music because it made him look hot?

Somehow, he just didn't think Winter would be so into a nerdy guy that secretly wanted to be a comic book illustrator, and enjoyed dorky stuff like Dungeons and Dragons or sci-fi shows. He doubted Winter would find it so hot, that he had to keep an epi-pen on hand and could hardly stand to look himself in the mirror, let alone want anyone to see him naked. Nah, it was better to keep up the fantasy, because reality bites.

"Ha, yeah," Tripps licked juice from his lips, shooting a sudden grin towards Winter as he played it off like a joke, "I totally look like someone allergic to bees, right? In fact, I can't even go outside, I break out in hives just thinking about it." He gave Winter a playful nudge in the arm with his elbow, to show he was teasing. "Bees are fine," he said then, smiling, but shrugging. "They're cute and all, but I'm not going to go out there making friends with them. Those stingers hurt. I don't like bugs." He paused, "Insects? Both.." He shook his head. "You know what I mean," he laughed. "But hey, it's cool you like them? I never met anyone who was into beekeeping as a hobby, so like, that's pretty unique and stuff. How'd you even know you wanted to get into something like that?

Tripps gave a discreet cough into his arm as he mumbled something like, "Oh yeah, I knew that" when Winter gently corrected that it was called quilting. There was a pink stain to his cheeks, feeling stupid. Of course, quilting. "And here's another thing you do," he went on, like that embarrassment never happened, touching the guilt they sat on. "Never met anyone who quilted, either. Who taught you?" This memory thing, it was so puzzling to Tripps. "It's interesting, that there's stuff you do remember and other stuff you don't, and even more that you forget.. I can't imagine the noise in your head over it." He shook his head, even as he was trying to imagine it.

But then Winter loomed into his space to plant a sweet kiss on his lips, and it distracted him from trying to imagine that. Visibly, Tripps looked uncertain of the moment, because it was how he actually felt. "It's okay," he said, which was the truth. The kiss itself wasn't what bothered him; it was nice, he liked being kissed. "I just —" he rubbed the side of his neck, once again feeling the swell of guilt inside, "— I made all those jokes about how I'd get you to remember who I was because I didn't take you seriously, and thought we'd come back here to just make out or something... But now.." Tripps took another long drink of juice, before he held the glass in lap with both hands, looking down. "It feels like I'd be taking advantage of you and I ah, don't want to be someone that'd do something like that."

Tripps was right: Winter hadn't really thought about how his parents had kind of abandoned him. But it wasn't so black and white either. "They didn't leave at first," Winter told Tripps, "and then they would take turns. But they never got to see each other, and I saw how hard it was for them to be apart, so I told them it was okay. I said I was fine." He wasn't fine though, he was just getting through this day by day, which was not the same thing. "They're not terrible people," Winter insisted, and he meant it. "Maybe...this is shitty, I can see that now. But they're not bad people, and they do love me." Winter wasn't just saying this either - he believed it completely. What Tripps had said was true, but so was what Winter had said. It seemed like the other man felt badly too, but Winter wasn't mad at him. Tripps had only been getting defensive on his behalf, and it actually meant quite a bit that Tripps felt even a little bit protective of him. Feeling a surge of affection for the other man, Winter just hugged him close. "I like how solid you are," Winter said softly. "It's nice. And yeah, I'm okay."

Laughing at Tripps's accent, Winter grabbed a glass and poured some juice into it, handing it to his friend. That's what they were, Winter decided: they were friends at least, and maybe they had been more, or could be. Right now Winter just wanted to spend time with Tripps and feel like a normal person for once. The pair made their way to Winter's bedroom, and once Tripps was sitting on the bed, Winter wondered if this was the first time, not just for Tripps to be in his bed but for any guy. Winter knew he'd been with guys before of course, but had Tripps been in his bed? Had he even been in his bedroom? There was so much about their relationship that remained a mystery for Winter. Smiling at Tripps's comment, Winter nodded. "Yeah, I am," he confirmed. "It's kind of my passion. Do you just not like bees, or are you allergic?" Like Tripps, Winter was amused by their difference of opinions on the matter, and while waiting for Tripps to answer, Winter removed his notebook from his back pocket and prepared to write down the other man's answer.

"I made it, yeah," Winter answered, running his hand over the quilt. "It's not knitting," he explained, "it's...well, quilting. It's kind of its own thing, though there's a lot of sewing involved. I'm a seamster at The Cozy Quilt, so I'm good with this sort of thing. I'm glad I remember how to do it and everything about beekeeping." Winter didn't know why he remembered both things so well, but he was grateful for it; otherwise he'd feel even more lost. For a few moments, Winter just looked at the quilt, lost in thought. He knew what he wanted to do, but he wasn't sure if Tripps was feeling the same way. What the hell? he thought, and then before he could talk himself out of it, Winter leaned in and pressed a kiss to the other man's lips. It was firm yet sweet, and Winter smiled tentatively when he pulled back. "Was that okay?" he asked the man.

[syncopatedid]

The last episode of Orb: On the movements of the Earth got me yelling "WHAT" like three times out loud but what does this all meaaaaaaaaaaan?????? I must admit the final end did petter out softly rather than on a high, but it was expected in that we all kind of sensed there was no way the show could possibly outpeak Nowak's arc. The epilogue tied up the remaining loose end that's followed us for the entirety of the show, but we're now left with more questions that we have no answers for, and that irony/running theme is most certainly not lost on me. Well played, show, well played.

[elizabethshaw]

trying to work out what exactly was going on in 73 yards

[hewhobreathesfire]

I'm not afraid to admit I cried a little bit when I was laying on the sidewalk temporarily stunned. and I kept crying while speed walking to the bus stop a few blocks away. that shit hurt so bad, on top of an already miserable morning.

[vulpinesaint]

so awesome i love when characters have reputations. in nenneke’s temple reading the published works of dandelion and essi daven my favorite poets 🖤🖤

[pennyserenade]

i love erik lehnsherr’s energy. it’s so ridiculous the way he gives his pacifist boyfriend puppy dog eyes before he proceeds to commit several different war crimes. like sorry babe, i have to commit murder upon these people </3

[mymp3]

I had a lot of the same issues with reload as I see you’re having, and I do think most of it is from the new team’s inexperience. They’re trying to recreate a game that made very purposeful decisions in its mechanics and cutscenes without understanding why those decisions were made, which really undermines the experience.

If the team had more experience under their belt, or had full creative decision on an entirely new game, I feel like they could make a really good game! Reload is not that though.

I completely agree anon. It's a shame too, because it's not an awful game, just a different one. I wish they hadn't tried to recreate FES as a test project on a shoestring budget when it was literally the benchmark for our modern Persona games. It changed so much, it's iconic, a cult classic.

I really wish they wouldn't have lied about not planning EpiAi beforehand so they could cover the fact that the game doesn't look all too good. I wish they hadn't charged $200 for an "Aigis Edition" and not include the dlc. I wish they hadn't sanitized and scrubbed the game about death and grieving of all things that were slightly upsetting. That's what ended up happening though, and as you said, they're trying to recreate a game that was very purposeful in its creation.

Reload was a cheap quick test that they knew would work because it has a wonderful story and dedicated fans. As long as they make it a fun popcorn game, they don't have to put in those purposeful additions or think about it much at all.

[keeps-ache]

if i ever get around to it i'll maybe write a boring book for people who think they're boring

[zevsarainai]

man dw really did not stick the landing huh

[everythingsinred]

My bf wants to pick up reading Gakuen Alice where the anime ends. It’s been a while since I’ve read it myself and I never actually finished it. Is the manga so different that it would be a bad idea to do that?

Hi!!

It's really cool your bf wants to pick up GA! I think it's a great manga and very fun and emotional to read <3

I guess my answer is that I would personally recommend starting from the beginning. The anime deviates a lot from the manga, sometimes for entire episodes, and the last arc with the circus is entirely anime-only so I think it could be confusing to go into the manga in the middle of the story after the anime. I think the relationships progress differently, and there's certain progress made with Mikan that the manga doesn't do like the anime does.

Though I would recommend starting from the beginning, if your bf still wants to go from where the anime leaves off, that would be Chapter 29, or with Volume 6. Chapter 28 covers the Kaname and Mr. Bear story, which is the last chapter the anime adapted, but keep in mind that the anime expands on this story a lot and adds some Mikan revelations on alice shapes that are less developed in the manga at that point. The last 4-5 episodes of the anime are entirely anime-only and there's liberties taken with Natsume's backstory as well as his relationship with both Ruka and Mikan and Mikan's friendship with Hotaru and Narumi-sensei and then also Narumi-sensei's backstory. (As you can see, there's a lot they added.)

I think it's easier to start from the beginning because it's only 28 chapters and it helps ease confusion later on when backstories are revealed and relationships get more developed. A lot of the anime-only content not just expands on manga content but contradicts it, so not knowing what was anime content and what was in the manga might create obstacles later on.

At the end of the day, though, that's each person's own call to make! If your bf decides to start at Chapter 29, just keep in mind that there's some contradictions.

Thanks for the question and tell your bf happy reading!