Sophie

“The big fat yellow cat comes to wind around Bucky's ankles. It says, “Meow.” It pronounces it very distinctly, like maybe it speaks Cat as a second language and doesn't know how to use contractions.”
― spitandvinegar, Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down)

“Cities allow us to extract some of the transactional services that were assumed to be an integral, gendered aspect of traditional marriage and enjoy them as actual transactional service, for which we pay. This dynamic also permits women to function in the world in a way that was once impossible, with the city serving as spouse and, sometimes, true love.”
― Rebecca Traister, All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation

“He wanted to memorize every inch of her, every curve and angle, the strong length of her thigh and the delicate bones of her wrist, storing up memories against a bleak and empty tomorrow. But that wasn’t how love worked. Love wasn’t a sum safely invested in the five percents. One couldn’t prevent future sorrow by capitalizing on present bliss. All he could do was have this moment, wring all the joy out of it, and then somehow continue after it was over.”
― Cat Sebastian, Unmasked by the Marquess

“The next day he hangs up the painting, but he doesn't put it in his office. He puts it in his living room, so he can see it every day. So that at his worst, when things start getting nasty, he can look at that thing and see what Steve does. That to Captain America, his good buddy Steve, Sam's not a worn-out soldier, not a footnote, not a two-bit shrink. That to someone, sometimes, in his better moments, Sam can be help that was sent straight from God.”
― spitandvinegar, Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down)