ms. manners

First Impressions - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (Chapter V: FINALE)

Summary: Your homecoming is wonderful, but Jasmine still hasn’t gotten over her own heartbreak. An unlikely hero helps along both her happiness, and yours. Mr. Miranda is the perfect gentleman and the love of your life. Happy endings become possible.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3,496 (the longest piece I’ve ever posted!)

A/N: We have finally reached the end of this series, and I wanted to post this on the day of Lin’s birthday to celebrate happy endings and contentment! Happy birthday, Lin. This is for you, and every single person who has supported this deliciously crazy idea. 

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The rest of your trip in London was fading into a blur, and fast. Each day was bleeding into the next and the hours you spent simply thinking about that same dark pair of eyes that had pierced you from the very start. To think that this misunderstanding was entirely due to your own prejudice and refusal to believe a good thing about the man made your thoughts whirl down a spiral of shame. Jasmine had been right. There is good in everybody.

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tiptoe--higher  asked:

"Are you really that fucking blind?" + Luke

It was never supposed to escalate this far. Luke was just supposed to be a friend you casually had a beer with, casually spoke with at a party for a mutual friend. You weren’t, under any circumstances, ever supposed to end up in his bed. Not the first time, nor the second. Definitely not each time after that. 

Ms. Manners would probably be appalled at all the messages and calls from Luke that went unanswered. You were avoiding him; avoiding the way his hands skimmed over the bends of your shoulders, avoiding the way his fingertips pressed into the soft curves of your hips and the way his mouth felt against the skin of your neck.

But then again, you were never one to follow the rules. It’s how you ended up in this mess in the first place. 

It wasn’t fair or smart of you to cut Luke out of your life–to try to, at least. But then again, it wasn’t fair of him to have that baritone voice that sent shivers racing down your spine. And it wasn’t in the least bit fair of Luke to look at you with those blue eyes like you were the sun and he was simply revolving around you. 

Especially not now. Not when he had her in his life. 

It’s been three weeks since you saw or spoke to him last. Luke’s stopped calling and texting but you can’t escape him though–he’s there on every single freaking social media account you’ve got. He’s like a ghost that haunts you.  

It’s only been three weeks but you’ve gotten sloppy. You don’t even check the peephole when there’s a knock, assuming it’s the pizza you ordered about thirty minutes prior. Luke haunts you, all right. Haunts you right to the front door of your apartment. Fuck.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You’re avoiding his gaze and Luke’s trying to cross the threshold to get you, hands raising like he’s going to grasp your face between them. 

You throw your arms into the air and flinch out of his reach. “Are you really that fucking blind?” You spit out, words leaving a rancid taste in your mouth. “I’m in love with you, you idiot! I can’t be around you because it hurts! It hurts me, Luke! And then I see you with her and it feels like someone’s torn my heart out and ripped it to shreds. It hurts, Luke. Being around you hurts!”

Luke’s looking at you, eyes wide and jaw slack. His arms are hanging at his side, having abandoned their previous mission of trying to get you to still enough for him to look you in the eyes. He doesn’t know where to go from here. 

“I’m so fucking in love with you, all I want is for you to be happy. Even if it’s with her.” Your voice breaks and you cross your arms over your chest in a desperate attempt to steady yourself, “But I can’t stand there and smile and pretend everything is okay.” You shake your head, “Not anymore.” 

And then you’re shutting the door on Luke. Shutting the door on anything you could have hoped to have with him. 

Inspired by @queerseth

Ezekiel Jones hated Narrows. Short for “Straight and Narrow,” pristine and polished goody two-shoes, always on the right side of the law, the side Ezekiel liked to visit every once in awhile like coming home for the holidays to remind you what you absolutely do not miss. 

Jake Stone was a Narrow. Always saying, “Ezekiel, don’t do this; don’t do that.” Perhaps in time he could be corrupted, but he’d have to do something about that stick up his ass first. 

Cassandra, though. That had come as a shock to him, learning Ms. Perfect Manners and Morals wasn’t actually so polished after all. She slipped a stolen necklace around his neck - magic, no less, magic Flynn and Baird and Jake had made her promise not to use - and took his heart as payment. 

“Come back to me,” she whispered, kissing his lips softly. “And never tell the others I stole the magic necklace.”


Here we go. Another request down. This one is for the lovely @zbvbble . You asked for angst and hopefully, I delivered. It’s a little shorter than my normal, but I feel it ends nicely, while leaving open the option for more, if it is desired.

As always, (Y/N) is your name and (Y/L/N) is your last name. Also, feel free to review/critique. Nothing can be fixed if I do not know the problem.  Enjoy, my friends!


Prompt: Could you do a Bucky x reader one shot where they are together but one day Hydra kidnaps her instead of Bucky bc they know how much he loves her. and then hydra tortures her and makes Bucky watch and after Bucky feels really guilty so he pushes the reader away? angsty plsss! THANK YOU LOVE

Title: Ruined

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst (so much)


If you could pick one word to describe yourself right now, that would be it.

Despite everything Steve and Natasha taught you, despite every warning you heard come from your boyfriend Bucky’s lips, you let someone catch you with your guard down.

In your defense, you hadn’t expected you would need to keep your guard up while taking your dog out for a potty break in the middle of the day, but it seems that the bastards who kidnapped you didn’t have any respect for the rules of pet parenthood.  You just hoped Sergeant made it back to the tower okay.

“You better hope my dog is fine, Jackasses,” you growled, struggling futilely against your binds.

“Or what, princess?” the guard responded, chuckling coldly. “Everyone knows your nothing without your boy toy beside you.”

You scowled up at him, the tough facade covering your face not faltering in the slightest. Underneath your stoic exterior, however, a wave of dread swept through you. It wasn’t the first time you heard those words. Hell, most of the time, they are coming from your own mouth. The ones that reminded you how unequal your relationship with Bucky is. He’s a world-class superhero. A super soldier turned assassin turned savior. You were a lab tech. The most dangerous thing you ever had to deal with was a sleep-deprived Tony and that could be easily fixed with an Ambien and a soft pillow. Somehow you didn’t think that was a viable solution to your current predicament.

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:I Hate away. By all means.

Okay. So I keep hearing about these shipping wars and blah blah. Sometimes they make me crazy, so I make something to get the shippers back for having gay porn all the hell over my dash. Touche.

You know we aren’t going to agree. That is kind of a given.

So my point is this. You want to defend your cause, prove your point? You don’t need to be derrogative about it, or call my friend something filthy, because she doesn't agree with you. Maybe you think that it is okay because you don’t have a face online, maybe you were raised in a bad situation. Alright, I can cut you some slack.

 But understand me when I say The Internet is a public place . What does this mean? Well it means that you don’t sound intelligent or represent your cause by calling someone “cunt”. God, I cringe even typing that. Cussing someone out, is the least effective way to make yourself sound mature and get your point across.

 I am not the poster child for manners, hell I am pretty filthy in some aspects. I just see some of the things people write and say sometimes and I think to myself: “How were you raised?”

Yeah, this dates me a little. But the deal with it glasses have come on.

Put it this way, if you can’t say something to someone in public, because of the risk of getting your teeth knocked in, maybe you shouldn’t say it. Don’t use the distance or the net as a lee-way to say what you want (partially, because if a person hates you enough, they will hack you, or eventually come to your home, and punch you out). Also, while we are talking about saying what you want… Freedom of speech does not give you the right to be that way either, it only covers your basic right to be who you are, not beat someone down and force them to go along with whatever you have cooked up. Read my lips: Freedom of speech does not sanction your ability to be a douchebag.  It is supposed to protect you from censorship. 

  Just something to thing about. I may not agree with what you are selling. But I will listen to you and respect you a lot more if you present me with an intelligent argument for your cause, rather than a mud slinging hate fest.

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Thank you all so much for the advice! So it sounds like it is generally uncommon to invite someone to a shower if you don’t invite them to the wedding (which, side note, TOTALLY not offended about not getting invited–we’re really not close, I would have been surprised to have been invited), AND I can decide to get her something small for the shower (which I can’t attend) if I feel like being nice, which in this case, I think I will do this.

BUT, my one concern is, since the shower invite was misaddressed, is it possible that the save-the-date was too? Because, then I’d feel like a horrible person not rsvping (no, couldn’t make it anyways) or not sending a gift to a wedding I was invited to.

A friend suggested I respond to the bride-to-be’s email with a “Hey! Thanks for letting me know. I won’t be able to make the shower as I’ll be out of town. I’ll be sure to let the hostess know. Could you let me know the link to your registry? Also, just in case the save-the-date or invitation was also misaddressed, I wouldn’t be able to make it due to work issues.” Or is that super rude of me?

Being an adult is HARD.

I realize I’m a touch too late for that Witchsona thing, but this darn design took me a few tries.

Anyway, last week I saw @gothiccharmschool was interested in it, so I decided, as thanks for being the person who helped me realize that I was entirely too old to hide my goth interests, that goth gatekeepers are super lame, and that corp goth is totally a thing, I’d make one for her, complete with red panda familiar!

So here you go, Ms. Lady of the Manners, maam. Should you see this, I hope you enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Hi again! Can you do a bechloe au where either Beca or Chloe work as a technician and the other one constantly breaks their equipment just to see them? Thank you so much!!

“Hey stranger,” she said it sheepishly, almost starting the sentence before she opened the door. With a head leaning against the side of the door, she squinched her nose in embarrassment, and Chloe found herself thinking it was overwhelmingly adorable. 

“What’d you do this time?” she asked jokingly, pushing past Beca and through the doorway as if she was the one who owned the place. Behind her, Beca shut the door, rubbing her hands on her jeans to buy time. 

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GEMINI (The Twins)
May 21 - June 20

The Gemini man is a wordsmith and a master of communication. It’s not all idle chatter, or conversations about the weather with this man. He is an intellectual, always seeking more information and knowledge. Bright, quick-witted, and mercurial, the Gemini man is many things but he is never boring.  Symbolized by the Twins, a Gemini is both Master Jekyll and Mister Hyde, a mix of suave gentleman and salt-of-the-earth. The Gemini man can see both sides of any issue, and possesses an extremely balanced opinion on topics ranging from the mundane to the controversial.

A Gemini woman is two, or more, women rolled into one. Some might argue this is far too much woman altogether, but Geminis are simply who they are, making no apologies for it. The timid, the weak and the timorous need not apply.  Impossible to pigeon hole, she is a will-o-wisp, a changeling, a mix of intriguing personalities. One minute demure and doting, the next ruthlessly sarcastic, Gemini can turn from Madame Jekyll, dotting her I’s and crossing her T’s with impeccable manners, to Ms. Hyde, wild and unpredictable, but no less fascinating.