#and also listen i am READY FOR LUISA TO GO THE FUCK OFF

[danieandflars]

what’s up i’m dana i just cried for twenty solid minutes over jane the virgin

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I am once again asking someone to draw these.

Thank you for all the love on the other headcannons I made!

Mirabel likes to guess what’s gonna be on her Spotify wrapped each year.

Camilo and Mirabel take their Snapchat streak very seriously.

Julieta loves when her daughters ask to take selfies with her.

Pepa demands selfies. As soon as she sees someone taking one she immediately jumps in.

Felix’s lockscreen is Pepa.

Isabela is Tiktok famous. She definitely advocates for injustices on her platform too. As does Julieta. I still think Julieta is like Tabitha Brown on there.

Dolores is constantly watching hair tutorials and trying every single one.

Camilo had AirPods. He lost them exactly a week after getting them. He doesn’t know Antonio found them and uses them all the time.

Isabela is the one that got Pepa into Meg Thee Stallion. It started with “Cash Shit” and just went from there. Isabela heavily relates to the beginning of “Girls in the Hood” cause hell yeah “fuck being good I’m a bad bitch…”

Pepa used to listen to a lot of rap in her day. Like all the greats. She really liked Tupac back in the 90s. Julieta did too but no one believes her.

Agustin gets really emotional when he hears any sort of ballad. He just starts weeping at the first chorus. Julieta thinks it’s sweet.

Luisa has headphones with cat ears on them. Isabela gave them to her and she teared up a little about it.

Mirabel likes to help Isabela dye her hair. She always ends up with stained hands though.

Isabela straightened Dolores’ hair once and Dolores wouldn’t go near her Mami for a week. She didn’t want the humidity or the rain to revert it back before she was ready.

All of them like doing hair masks together.

One time Mirabel accidentally shaved part of her eyebrow off and asked if her mami could fix it.

Julieta said, “Oh honey, I can heal you but I can’t fix bald.”

Mirabel was not impressed.

Isabela can grow weed. She didn’t know what it was first but Julieta knew and told her she’d take care of it. She made edibles. She later explained to Isabela what it was. They had a lot of fun

Felix and Pepa love when Isabela and/or Camilo ask them to do Tiktok dances with them. They’re really good at it.

Isabela had to restrain Pepa from learning the Wap dance from Tiktok. She personally wanted to see it but she didn’t want to scar Camilo for life.

Mirabel cried when she watched Moana (assuming other Disney movies can exist in this universe)

Sometimes Julieta let’s Isabela do her make up for Tiktok. It’s really cute watching them giggle together about whatever Julieta is saying to make her daughter grin.

Luisa often interviews the donkeys the way people do with dogs by holding the mic up to their noses. Antonio loves to translate.

Julieta’s lockscreen is her and her siblings. Her home screen is her daughters and Agustin.

Bruno’s lockscreen is rats.

The triplets have some secret tattoos they got when they were young. They’re good at hiding them too. Pepa and Bruno didn’t think Julieta would actually agree to it but she did.

The cousins accidentally showed Antonio a scary YouTube video and they had to face the wrath of Pepa until he could sleep on his own again. Bruno was also terrified by the video.

The whole family played Among us when it was first popular. Antonio thought it was funny to call people “sus” even when he wasn’t using it right.

Felix knows how to tap dance. He taught Agustin.

Luisa loves wearing lashes. Pepa does too and taught her how to apply them. They share make up tips since Luisa likes to look pretty while doing her chores and Pepa’s make up has to survive all the elements.

[amandaoftherosemire]

Sing For Me - Chapter Thirty-nine

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X OFC (Sasha)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC Sasha

Author: @amandaoftherosemire​

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4,415

Format: Series (Complete)

Warning: Language, mild angst, fluff.

Summary: Bucky and Sasha have some quiet time before they leave Wakanda.

A/N: We’re here at the last chapter. Freaking finally, right?! Well, technically it’s the penultimate chapter since there will be an epilogue, but hey! Last chapter! It’s weird to have this feeling of both relief and sadness. I’m going to miss these people, even Valentin. But not Trevor. Seriously, fuck Trevor. I never would have finished if it weren’t for everyone who read and liked or commented or reblogged. Each one kept me writing when I felt like giving up.

I want to thank everyone who read this, but a few people were especially encouraging. @hellzzzbelle made the beautiful banner up top and made me cry genuine happy tears when I saw it. @suz-123 kept up with every chapter and always reblogged with a comment. I don’t know if I’d have kept going without her. @getbuckylucky yelled at people to read this and @diinofayce yelled at me every time I did something horrible to Sasha. Honestly, I could just put my whole taglist here, I love you all so much.

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Chapter Thirty-eight here

Chapter Thirty-nine

Less than a week later Bucky sat with Sasha for all intents and purposes in his lap. He couldn't bear to have her too far away yet, still painfully aware of how close he'd come to losing her. They were on a blanket on the banks of the river he’d once looked out over as he called himself by his name and meant it. Before that day he hadn't been able to feel, only remember what it felt like to be the man he once was. Moreover, that day in this place he felt like who that man would have grown into after everything he’d seen and done. That day he’d felt like Bucky.

Bucky wanted to make the first of a thousand promises to Sasha here. This was the place where he'd found himself. Here was where he wanted to find his future. What he'd already found with her he hadn’t known he needed but now couldn’t imagine life without: love, unwavering and unconditional.

Bucky, who'd once believed himself the next thing to cursed, now saw himself as the luckiest of men, simply because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what Sasha felt for him. For a man with a past as dark and bloody as his, the feeling of love and acceptance was like balm on a frozen soul. To never have to wonder what the woman in his arms felt for him, to never worry that she secretly feared him was everything to him.

So, he was once again looking out over that river but this time he had his cheek against Sasha’s hair and was trying to psych himself up to just fucking ask her already.

To be fair, Sasha was not helping at all. She was, instead, snickering wickedly as she teased him yet again for the reaction that had had her little sister finally laughing out loud.

“ZOE LUISA FREDRIKSEN!” The natural rasp in her voice gave her a passable imitation of the bellow he’d unleashed at the moment he’d realized that Zoe had, once again, gone behind his back and risked her own safety. The sheer umbrage in his tone had sent Sasha into gales of laughter, but it was the threat to ‘tan her hide’ in his mind that had caused Zoe to lean on his arm and howl.

“What the hell am I supposed to do!?” The annoyed offense had Sasha slumping against him and cackling. “She’s just like Steve! A reckless little shit that doesn’t listen to a word I fucking say!”

Sasha was hanging limp in Bucky's arms as she laughed, tears streaming down her face. Bucky wanted to stay offended, but the sight of her, so vibrant and alive, had him smiling against his will. With a low chuckle, he tumbled her to her back on the blanket. Leaning over her on his flesh arm, he caged her in with vibranium.

Caught in sparkling turquoise, tempted by the laughter still trembling on her lips, Bucky’s hand was impossibly gentle as he lifted it to cup Sasha’s cheek. As soon as the metal of his hand met the metal clasped around her neck, their connection snapped back into place and each reveled in the flood of emotion from the other. She hummed happily in her throat and closed those spectacular eyes to rub her cheek against his hand.

The smile fell from his face as his brain chose to destroy the moment with an image of how Sasha had looked only a few short days before, still and cold as Shuri worked frantically to restart her failing heart. He fell back, his arms snaking swiftly around her to pull a surprised Sasha with him. Only once he had her in his lap, crushed tightly against him, with his face buried in her neck did he start to calm.

Sasha combed the fingers of one hand gently through his hair while she cupped the back of his neck with the other. Her bare palm heated as she poured love and reassurance into Bucky, trying to soothe the fine tremors that rocked him. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, and she didn’t expect it to be the last. Both Bucky and Zoe blamed themselves for the close call. Bucky lost it whenever he was reminded of that moment, and that most often was when he was particularly happy, as though his subconscious was out to torture him. Zoe, though, had been having nightmares, unable to shake the memory of the tearing sensation as Sasha’s mind fell away.

Sasha, on the other hand, felt transformed. She didn’t know if what she’d experienced was real or, more likely, the flailings of a dying brain. She also didn’t care. She had traded a last memory of blood and grief for love and joy; she did not regret it and would question it no further. She had awoken ready to take on the world, taking care of Zoe and Bucky was a cinch.

“It’s okay.” She murmured the words softly, almost without thought, simply hoping the sound of her voice would help. “I’m okay.”

“Your heart stopped. You almost died.” Bucky’s voice was muffled, his lips against her collarbone, but she easily understood as she’d heard the words before. The horror of that moment lived in his tone, cold and hollow as a grave.

“But I didn’t. You saved me.”

Bucky couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe as Sasha’s emotions rushed into him with more force and volume than ever before. Kat’s data had explained the mystery of the lingering connection between Bucky and Sasha. She had been inadvertently tuning his arm every time she used her power with him. Through extended exposure it had been slowly tuned to perfectly draw in and store the energy she emitted. Because his arm was connected to his brain, that energy had made itself known in Bucky’s ability to feel Sasha’s emotions even when she wasn’t trying.

When she’d let loose to escape Morozov’s weapon, the sudden flood of power had turned the vibranium chip in her neck into dust, each particle an amplifier, causing the dramatic explosion and fires that had razed the compound. She hadn’t been able to stop it because her shield hadn’t been constructed to withstand that much energy. It had taken tuned vibranium, found in the form of Bucky’s arm, to cool the flames.

Unfortunately, the sudden cooling had dulled the tuning on most of the surface pieces of the vibranium in her neck, causing them to absorb her power rather than amplifying it and deadening her talent. Since she had never stopped emitting the energy, when those pieces were removed, her talent had come back full force.

The three pieces Shuri had had to leave behind, however, were fused to her spinal cord and were tuned to amplify. Sasha had lost consciousness when her unprotected mind had been incapable of coping with the echo of her own intensified energy. Even her unconscious mind had been unable to entirely shield itself, but Bucky had been helping whenever he touched her.

“I wouldn’t have been sane enough to follow Zoe home if you hadn’t held me safe,” Sasha continued, unaware that she was overwhelming Bucky with waves of the relief, gratitude, and love she’d felt every time his song had wrapped around her. Forgetting that he had his hand on the necklace and so needed no extra power to feel her, she pushed with far more force than was needed.

Lost in the feedback loop, basking once more in the sensation she’d missed above all others while her talent had been hidden from her, she used her hand in his hair to tilt his head back to meet his mouth with her own. Her eyes fluttered open to find Bucky staring at her in both awe and agony, rapture and ruin.

“Oh, god!” As she cried out, she yanked back on the flood of energy. “Bucky, I’m so sorry. I forgot.”

Bucky sucked in air as soon as Sasha’s power was no longer squeezing his lungs with heat and light. Once the oxygen hit his brain and cleared out the blur, he let out his breath with a half-laugh that faded into warmth at the worry and remorse rolling off of her in waves. He dipped his head and kissed her gently in reassurance.

“Shurochka.” He breathed the word against her mouth, his voice as soft and affectionate as his lips. “Don’t be sorry. You’ve always packed a punch, babygirl, but damn.”

Sasha’s expression melted from concern to a kind of bashful pleasure at the admiration in his face and the adoration in his tone.

Because of his haste to pull her into his arms, Sasha had ended up draped across his lap, his arms tight around her, her breasts pressed to his chest while he buried his face in her throat to more clearly hear the pulse that beat there. Her legs were stretched awkwardly out to the side, however, so now that he had calmed, she twisted in his arms to snuggle into his chest and rest her head against his shoulder.

Bucky’s flesh hand settled on her bare thigh while his vibranium hand came up behind her back to press against the necklace once more. This was something easily done as it covered her neck entirely, the mesh fine enough to feel and move like fabric. Sasha found it vaguely ostentatious; its size made her decision to not resume wearing gloves seem wise. She only had so much patience for affectation, even her own.

Shuri had designed a wide choker-style necklace made of vibranium mesh that wrapped the throat securely, covering all three pieces of vibranium still in Sasha’s spine, but was featherlight. Once Sasha had concurred with Zoe’s vote of confidence in both the Princess and the King, Kat had turned over every byte of data she possessed on vibranium.

Shuri had almost been sidetracked, fascinated when Kat revealed that the location of the files and the encryption key were hidden in the vibranium tattooed under the phoenix on her hand. With the additional information and Kat’s experience, they had been able to create a mesh with multiple tunings. Sasha could now change the volume of her power with a brush of her thumb along the lower edge.

At Sasha’s request, they’d added a tuning that would resonate with Bucky’s arm, keeping their connection as long as he was touching it, regardless of the tuning she’d set the necklace to. Otherwise, when she turned down her ability to 'hear' the feelings of others, his ability to hear her was also muted.

Bucky hadn’t known he could love her more but when she told him what she'd requested and asked for his help in tuning the vibranium— Kat was teaching both Sasha and Zoe how to do so, and Sasha insisted on doing the tuning on this herself— he’d felt his throat close in pure gratitude. He didn't know why he was surprised his Shurochka had understood that he had needed that connection as much as he needed the even ground. He liked being an open book to her as long as she was the same.

Between Shuri and Sasha, they'd given him a gift he hadn't known he wanted, let alone needed. The arm Shuri had given him had a purpose beyond violence. It had become a tether, a lifeline to the woman he loved. He'd never again look at it and see nothing but more blood and pain.

Kat had been delighted to help thanks solely to Sasha. Almost immediately after she had awoken, Sasha had beckoned Kat forward forcefully enough to be nearly tyrannical. As soon as Kat was close enough, she'd wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Katie! Thank you!" she’d said, her voice low and her recovered power flooding the mixture of her emotions into her sister: relief, gratitude, happiness, welcome, hope. Knowing only the feeling would come through but not the reason for it, she went on with a warm smile as she held Kat’s hands, her palms hot. "I hope you’ll stick around a little while longer so we can talk. I’m so happy to have another sister."

And Kat, at a loss for words because she felt like the rambling apologies in her head -- sorry for abducting you, helping a madman torture you, kidnapping our sister, I’m a fucking monster -- were hanging in the air between them, said instead, "I go by Kat now."

She only felt like a complete asshole for a moment because Sasha was beaming a genuine smile and squeezing her hands as she spoke easily. "It suits you."

Sasha wasn’t aware that Kat had fallen apart when she and Maddie were alone, sobbing in her girlfriend’s arms. Kat hadn’t known until Sasha had given it how much she’d craved her acceptance. The idea that she might not be so bereft in the world provoked a kind of terrified joy. So many years having to repress every emotion to survive life with Morozov had left her unable to express her emotions easily. Often when she was happiest, she cried the hardest.

When the storm had passed and she’d mopped up her face, Kat had kissed Maddie softly and smiled. Her pale skin blotchy and her nose bright red, she was a sight, but the lightness of her smile was something Maddie had never seen before.

When she and Maddie had been properly introduced, Sasha had been surprised to find herself warmly embraced in gratitude, but she returned the hug in kind. She had by this point heard the story of how Kat and Maddie had come to Wakanda and though part of her wanted to facepalm at the unnecessary felonies, another part was deeply touched at how far Nat was willing to go for her. That said, she was also deeply grateful Maddie had been so understanding.

The necklace she wore now was their second prototype but, considering the genius of the young woman designing it, Sasha could see very little room for improvement. She frankly couldn’t wait for a finished option as she was more than ready to go home. She adored Wakanda, but she missed her own bed, her routine, the rest of the people in her odd extended family.

For now, at the touch of Bucky’s hand and the rush of emotion between them, she yanked her mind back from worrying about the immediate future to focus on the waves of love and lust coming from each and tangling together. When they were this completely linked, his hand cool against her neck, hers hot against his skin, she would swear she could hear their songs blend.

“Steve’s only half right, you know." Bucky spoke the first words in his head as soon as he saw her attention come back to him. "I’d be crazy about you even if you weren’t all legs, eyes and hair.”

“Doesn’t hurt that you have a weakness for all three.”

“I have a weakness for you.” At the seriousness in his tone, the smirk fell from her face. Bucky was feeling both solemn and nervy and it frightened her. “You have to understand, doll, I don’t know how to do without you anymore. I can’t imagine a future without you in it and seeing you—” His voice choked off, but Sasha knew he was once again reliving the moment when she hovered between life and death and she cuddled closer, leaning back a bit to keep her eyes on him.

Bucky shook off the memory and tilted his head to smile at her. “I have all these clichés in my head like you’re my everything or you mean the world to me, but the simple truth is I am completely in love with you. I will love you until my dying breath.”

“Bucky.”

He’d once wondered what his nickname would sound like coming from Sasha, frustrated with her irritating rendition of his last name. He could not have imagined that she would one day say his name in a tone melting with love, affection, devotion, and yet also charged with a dark eroticism. He couldn’t let it distract him.

Bucky pulled his hand from the pocket from which he’d surreptitiously retrieved a small, black velvet box. With his thumb he flipped it open and offered it to an utterly stunned Sasha. “Pretty Sasha, will you marry me?”

Sasha sat, stretched across Bucky’s lap, with her mouth agape as she stared in pure shock at the ring in his hand. She wanted to move, to speak, but she was paralyzed, unable to breathe, let alone answer Bucky’s question.

Sasha’s silence would have been nerve-wracking for anyone who’d just asked such a question, but it was heartbreaking for Bucky. He could feel the panic building inside her, not only through their link, but also in the breath backing up in her lungs and the fine tremors running through her frame.

“Nat said I was moving too fast, but I wouldn’t listen.” Bucky’s voice was unbelievably gentle, considering how much pain he was in.

Something about it seemed to loosen Sasha’s lungs, allowing her to speak the first word on her lips, though the word came out a squeak. “Yes.”

The affirmation eased the worst of the pain. No felt like it might kill him, but he could live with not yet. He dropped the box to lift his hand back to her face and traced the edge of Sasha’s jaw with his thumb. With the arm around her quaking frame he held her closer, concerned by the distress screaming through her. “Shh. It’s okay. I can wait.”

“No.” Sasha was distressed, but she was also becoming almost desperate. She could feel the hurt and disappointment but couldn’t seem to clear her spinning head enough to alleviate it.

Sasha was shaking like a leaf and Bucky was starting to worry. It made no sense to him, but he could swear she was about to lose her temper. “Shurochka,” he said cautiously, “I’m sorry if I did this wrong.”

“Dammit, Bucky! Will you slow down and let me catch up?” The words burst from her along with a rush of relief at being able to speak in more than one word sentences again.

Bucky had already opened his mouth to reassure when what she said almost got through. “What?” he asked instead, not daring to hope despite the rush of love and excitement pouring from her.

“Give a girl a chance to breathe, will ya?” She was still a little breathless, trying to pull her scattered wits back together, but the affectionate teasing in her tone was clear. “Talk about blindsided. Will you ask me again? Now that my mouth has caught up with my brain?”

When Bucky realized what she was trying to say, that he was saved, he smiled her favorite of his smiles. His face warm and sweet, his eyes seemed to light up even as the corners crinkled. When his lips curled in the sweetest smile she'd ever seen, she was pretty sure her heart skipped a beat. “Pretty Sasha, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” Her voice was just this side of breathy, both affection and lust tangling inside her. He was both unbelievably adorable and infuriatingly sexy at times. How could she resist? Why would she bother?

“Yes?!” Had Sasha not been in his lap, Bucky would have leapt to his feet, he was so elated. Even as it was, it was a close one. Sasha giggled when Bucky scooped her up in his arms, one behind her back and the other under her knees, even while still sitting, and bounced her up and down as he shouted, “Yes!”

She was still giggling when Bucky’s mouth came down on hers, but her laughter faded into a hum of happy pleasure as the kiss spun out. She could hear shouts and cheers in Xhosa, though her attention was focused entirely on the meeting of mouths, the both sweet and spicy taste exploding across her tongue even as the sound of Bucky’s joy exploded across her mind.

When they resurfaced, Bucky settled her back in his lap, his arms coming around her to hold her close. Sasha shifted to wrap her legs around him, settling back into his lap and burying her face in his hair.

“What did they say?” she asked, her voice a soft and loving caress, happiness bursting inside her like fireworks.

Bucky chuckled, both wry and affectionate. “'White Wolf’s lady said yes.' I'm sure you could tell they approve. I think we’re being spied on, Shurochka.”

“I’m shocked.” Sasha’s voice was dry as dust. “Shocked, I tell you.”

Bucky grinned and rubbed his cheek against her hair; it felt like his heart was singing. “Nat said I was going too fast.”

“For her, maybe.” She leaned back to look at his face, keeping her arms linked around his neck. “But I’m reckless and impulsive.”

He looked at her with a skeptical lifted eyebrow, though his hands were creeping up her skirt. “Why were you panicking?”

In response, Sasha lifted her eyebrows in challenge. “Because I couldn’t breathe. Blindsided is not an exaggeration.”

“Is it really so surprising?” Both his voice and his face had softened, and the fingers of his metal hand were fidgeting aimlessly with the hem of her dress.

Even if she hadn't been able to feel it, the hurt confusion was all over him. She sat back a little, gently taking his errant hand in her own and squeezing gently, resonating with the vibranium as she been practicing. Bucky loved when she did this; he said it felt like getting his brain scratched. “It is when I just adopted a twelve-year-old girl.” She shrugged and bobbed her head from side to side with a roll of her eyes.  “And maybe it’s a little fast.”

“Like I told Zoe, I guess I’m old-fashioned." His hand tightened around hers. "Where I'm from, when you find the right girl, you grab hold. And I like playing big brother.” He shrugged, vaguely embarrassed to find it true.

“Like you told Zoe.” If Bucky would meet her eyes, he might have seen the stars in them.

“I talked to her about this the day you went under. Things have changed so much for her in such a short time.” Bucky kept his eyes fixed on the river over Sasha's shoulder. He simply couldn’t look at her; his Shurochka often saw more than he expected and some things he wasn’t ready to examine for himself. “I wanted her to know she had a say in something that would change her life again.”

He may not have been looking at her, but she could see the truth of it all over him, regardless. If Sasha saw more clearly, it was only because they wore similar scars. She wasn't surprised that a man who’d had his freedom, his free will taken from him would see the traumatized little girl inside the reckless telepath. If she hadn’t already been certain in the ‘yes’ she’d already given him, this would have done it.

“I love you.” Bucky had never heard exactly this tone from Sasha. Low and throbbing, her voice seemed to hold an ocean of love. He turned his face to hers and found that laser focused expression on hers, only now he could feel her. He learned that her laser expression was accompanied by an astonishingly fierce devotion and realized he’d found the only way to touch Sasha more deeply than he already had. She may have been Zoe's sister, but she had a mother's love, and a mother's protectiveness for the girl. “I love that you’re the kind of man who’d think of it," she went on, too overwhelmed by her own emotion to feel the tenderness drowning him.

Then the laser look faded as the smile broke across her face like daybreak. Bucky could barely breathe as she dazzled both his eyes and heart. Laughter colored her voice as she went on, impatient. “Now will you please put that gorgeous thing on my fucking finger before I lose it?”

The demand, delivered almost rudely in its impatience, broke the spell and had Bucky laughing out loud as he scooped up the box he'd dropped when the answer he'd hoped for hadn't been immediately forthcoming. Trust Sasha to do nothing in the expected or traditional way.

Sasha held out her hand and cocked her head with a slightly challenging half-smile curving her mouth. The happiness, the joy, poured out of her like light; Bucky hadn't known the human heart could hold this much, but she was filling him up with it. Feeling like a mortal courting a faerie queen, he slipped the ring onto her finger, then simply grinned at her.

Sasha behaved as one often does when confronted with a brand-new engagement ring and stretched out her arm to examine how it looked against her hand. "Beautiful," she breathed, her delight lighting her face. The next thing she knew, Bucky's lips were on hers and she wasn't thinking at all anymore, the inundation of love and lust bringing her brain to a halt.

Though the kiss stretched into another, and another, passion firing Bucky's blood at the taste of her on his mouth, he couldn't forget that they apparently had an audience. Reluctant to the point of ill temper, Bucky lifted his head, heart racing and rock hard. Sasha, easily guessing the cause of his irritation, smiled slyly at Bucky as she cuddled in. "I never expected Barnes to have such a romantic streak. Who knew you were such a sap?"

"I never expected the Ice Queen to be so soft and warm, so we all learned something." Even as he shot back, Bucky looked happier than she'd ever seen him.

Sasha threw her head back and laughed out loud. She had to figure she'd been right all along; Bucky's sass was wonderfully complimentary to the sass in her. It occurred to her that there were worse things to base a marriage on. She leaned forward and began to press soft kisses to the skin under his jaw where his pulse beat. Absently, her attention on the flavor on her lips, she murmured, “Remind me to do something nice for Tony.”

“Okay." Bucky figured, as long as she kept doing what she was doing, she could have anything she asked of him. Still… "Why?”

“For taking away my mute button.”

Epilogue here

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Jane the Virgin 1x12

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Stray thoughts

1) Ha! She was so ready to split!

2) Hmmm, so, Alba told Jane that since they’re family, there was nothing she could do that would be unforgivable. Narrator argues that “it was a lesson Jane never forgot.” Then cut to Rafael saying that he won’t forgive Luisa, and Jane is all like “but she’s your sister.” Jane is kind of a hypocrite again? Like, she wouldn’t forgive her mom when she found Xiomara had lied to her about her father? I guess she conveniently forgot this lesson then.

3) Why does Luisa want to go to therapy with Jane? Wtf

4) Marga farted and I died.

5) Dina offered Jane to write a SCRIPT for Rogelio’s telenovela? And she actually believes it’s because she’s talented? I can’t imagine what Dina and Nicholas are planning to do, and it bugs me.

6) Rogelio’s vision board, omg!

7) Nice way to recap, show.

8) Oh.

So they wanted Jane to be the one to kill off Santos. But why does Nicholas have a vendetta against Rogelio? I hope it’s not something super petty like “he promised to get me a role in the show and he never did.”

9) Yeah, not going to the police about his father is going to blow up in Rafael’s face.

10) You oxymoronic dork.

11) I loved every single second of Rogelio’s meltdown in the writers’ office.

12) OH FUCK!

13) Milos purposefully threw the acid at Magda because she lied to keep him and Petra apart… And then he asks for Petra’s forgiveness, and she’s crying? I’m so confused!

14) I want to hug Petra so badly, and I’m totally here for her and Jane bonding? Like, fuck Rafael, give me more of these two!

15) Damn.

LUISA: I'm hurt. You knew what it would feel like for me to be institutionalized. Like her.

JANE: Sorry. "Her"? Who?

LUISA: My mother had a psychotic break and killed herself

I still can’t believe they had her committed based only on the fact that she was claiming Rose and her were lovers? That’s what’s insane!

16) I even love Rogelio’s insecurities…

I love how supportive Xiomara is, and how she made him realize that this could be a great opportunity for him to pursue other avenues. But, for some reason, I have a feeling he’s not going to get a “second career” in acting. I think they’re going to get him off his high horse big time.

17) What is Luisa sending Rose in that envelope, though? It can’t be an apology letter, and I don’t think it’s a love one either…

18) PETRA!

19) hmmmmmmmmm

Will they go to the police now? What am I asking? Of course not, they’re going to make the worse decision possible.

20) I loved how you could hear Michael typing on this scene when the screen clearly showed he wasn’t?

I find it hard to believe that this surgeon who is mixed up in super shady businesses with drug dealers and whatnot would leave his computer open for anyone to snoop around, but whatever.

21) Oopsie.

22) I still don’t think Emilio is Sin Rostro?

23) Yep, it was a petty reason.

24) Good, Jane convinced Rafael of reading Luisa’s letter. Will she be writing about the night she and Rose spent together in the institution? She must have sent the brooch with the letter, right? As evidence?

25) Magda, what the fuck are you waiting for? This is the moment for you to fucking stand up and do something! It’s time to murder!

26) WTF PETRAAAAA

(you should’ve seen my face when I saw this! I was SHOOK!)

She doesn’t die, though, right? I’m pretty sure she doesn’t. But still! This was SHOCKING!

27) Now you stand up, Magda? REALLY???!!!

28) SHE’S OKAY? SHE WAS FUCKING PRETENDING??

29) Omg, they were just trying to prove that Magda could walk!

30) Damn, Rogelio can really act. Btw, I really loved the juxtaposition they did between the telenovela and the “telenovela.” I think it was a very effective way of keeping you on your toes because we knew how Santos’ scene was going to end but we didn’t know how Petra’s would, you know? So it made you question how far they were going to go with the parallels, and they really pulled a nice plot twist there. Loved it.

31) And I’m totally here for Rogelio and Jane bonding, tbh.

JANE: You were incredible, dad.

ROGELIO: Did you just call me dad?

JANE: I think I did.

ROGELIO: I have this feeling in my chest now. It feels kind of warm. But also it wants to explode or something. I don't quite understand what's…

NARRATOR: Forget the worst of times. It was straight up the best of times.

32) I don’t know why but I still don’t think Emilio is Sin Rostro…

Dear Rose, I need you to listen to me because you're the only one who knows I'm not crazy. I'm worried for your safety. I was in dad's apartment the night the bellboy died, and I was drinking. I used a corkscrew. I left for an hour, and when I came back, the corkscrew was gone. I thought it was very strange. But now I know a bellboy was murdered. I have a bad feeling, Rose, about my father. You need to get away, Rose, right now.

33) WTF!!!

Is she Sin Rostro????!!!

SHE FUCKING IS!

I knew it in my guts that it wasn’t Emilio, but I wouldn’t have ever expected it to be Rose! But it all makes sense!

There goes my theory about Magda, though. But I still think she’s hiding something else other than the fact that she can walk and that she tried to murder Alba. 

I just knew Sin Rostro couldn’t be Emilio or Rafael, it would’ve been too obvious, and I felt like it had to be one of the main characters and not someone we hadn’t seen yet. Of course, it had to be someone who had access to the hotel, that’s why my money was on Magda, she had a perfect alibi.

Honestly, when it came to Rose, I was so distracted with the stepmother-who-is-sleeping-with-her-stepdaughter subplot that it didn’t even occur to me that she could be Sin Rostro. Well done, show.

And let me tell you, I’m super excited to see a beautiful gay woman as the villain in this story. Now, that’s representation!

34) Okay, I thoroughly enjoyed this episode! All of the plots were moving the arcs forward and there were a lot of WTF moments. And this is only episode 12 of the first season, I can’t even imagine where this season is going to end! This show is totally insane.

35) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

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The 100 Highlights - “Exit Wounds” (5x06) ... 2.0

Hi guys. So some of you may be reading this title in mild confusion right now because “didn’t she already do a highlight post for 5x06?” 

And you would be right! I did, indeed, create a highlights post for this episode that you can view here. And I would be lying if I said it didn’t bring me some level of satisfaction in posting it, but - alas - it does not really fit the purpose of this series in the first place ... which was to spur positivity within the fandom for whenever we experience another inevitable meltdown.

My initial purpose of starting this series was, ironically enough, exactly for episodes like 5x06 - the episodes that fandom despises. I did a highlight post for 4x04 last year, another episode many people did not enjoy, in an attempt to put a more positive spin on it and lift the moods of people in fandom. My motivation for creating this series was mostly in the attempt to preserve the sanity of myself and the fandom as a whole.

So, forgive my petty crackpost. While I had my fun with it, it was always my intention to do another, more serious list of highlights for the episode when I gathered up the energy to do a rewatch.

So here it is. The new and improved (????) list of my favourite parts of 5x06:

People of Wonkru, hello and welcome to the 100th annual Hunger Games. I have to say, I did appreciate my wife, Charmaine Diyoza’s homage to THG. She grew up in the early 2000′s, she knows what’s up. Dropping a bunch of parachutes from the sky full of rations? Now that’s a power move. A woman after my heart.

“Two missiles and this war would be over.” “And then what? How many of our people are farmers? How many are engineers?”

Seriously CHARMAINE IS SO SMART. She’s not rash, she’s calculating. And she doesn’t fight needless battles. She isn’t here to kill, she’s here to take the valley. But she’s also willing to negotiate peace in order to reach her goals - she isn’t irrational, and she isn’t cruel. Never have I ever rooted for an “antagonist” on this show more. Every episode she just gets more likable and more relatable. She says everything I’m thinking, I swear.

“In war the greatest victory is the one that requires no battle.” I don’t think there has been a person in power on this show who has ever verbalized such a thing. It’s no wonder Kane is siding with Diyoza. Even if Octavia wasn’t such a tyrant, how could he resist teaming up with the one person who actually practices what he’s been preaching for all these years?

“We’re the only thing that can defeat us.” Why does this line feel like foreshadowing? 

Okay, I have to take a moment to scream (again) about how aggressively into Gaia’s look I am. Damn girl. No idea how you bleached your hair down there but good on you. Good. On. You.

“Gina at Mount Weather. Ilian in the conclave. Me, on that damn cliff.”

Listen. I fucking cheered at that line. I cheered. And I don’t think I have ever cheered for Octavia in anything she has ever done, or said, since maybe Season 2. I am not an Octavia fan. I’ve been pretty vocal about that, but this is one of the few moments during the series in which I could actually understand and empathize with her, because in this episode she voiced everything that the audience has been thinking AND. IT. WAS. SO. VINDICATING.

First of all, shout out to my girl, Gina Martin. You were the realest, and you deserved better. RIP. I don’t think it is actually possible that I could ever dislike any line that acknowledges her.

Second of all, Marie SLAYED the delivery of this line. Her voice actually breaks when she references Echo almost killing her in 4x04. I was trying to place what it was about Octavia in this scene that I liked and I realized: she may be swinging a sword, but that is not Blodreina talking. Underneath that armour is Octavia. And, judging by the way she clutches her stomach, she can still feel the wounds inflicted on that day on the cliff. Now, however, it isn’t Echo who is holding the sword: it’s Bellamy. This isn’t Blodreina holding up a facade to maintain her power; this is Octavia expressing real pain. And I may not agree with how she treats her brother, but this is perhaps the one case in which her argument is completely, and totally valid. 

I don’t know if Marie clutching her stomach like that, right where the scar would be, was an acting choice or a directing choice but I really liked that small detail.

“Why are we even doing this? So your sister can go to war? What happened to us being the good guys?” Thank you, my precious Monty, for being the light this world needs. Now go ditch Wonkru and join up with my wife Charmaine. 

Listen, I cannot describe how initially soothed I was when I heard Niylah’s accent. Finally, someone seeking out my girl Clarke! It felt like old times (and this is coming from someone who never used to give two shits about Niylarke, if I’m honest). *sigh* 

“I’m sorry. It’s just, everything’s so different.” God, my heart BROKE for Clarke so many times during this episode. I feel so much for her and it’s just SO easy to connect with her this season. She’s definitely my favourite character after the time jump, thus far, and I’m loving every second that we get of her. 

I already said that I never really cared much for Niylarke but giving her that black panther was CUTE. Sue Me.

“You saved our lives, again. Thank you by the way.” “That wasn’t me; that was Bellamy.” First of all, my girl is getting the acknowledgement she deserves. Second of all, I will take my crumbs - thank you very much.

I’m not going to lie: The 100 can disappoint in many ways, but the soundtrack never does. Tree Adam’s score was slaying the game in this episode, especially in the scene with Niylah and Clarke. That track was beautiful. It had the perfect amount of softness and nostalgia and melancholy and I loved it.

“How do you explain the sun to someone who’s never seen it?” This line was so eery and creepy HOLY shit. But I loved it, even as much as it broke my heart to realize that the one person who sought Clarke out in this episode was only using her for information. 

“I can still tell when you’re lying.” dark!Niylah - I never knew I would be so intrigued.

“Gaia, what are you doing?” “Protecting the last true natblida, as my order has always done.” BA DUM TISS

That plot twist ... I have to admit that I honestly did NOT see that coming. I was sure that Gaia was shoved straight up Octavia’s asshole. I cannot express how much gratification it brings me to know that Gaia was playing her the entire time. As Murphy would say, “that’s a survivor’s move.”

“I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” Seriously, the story potential this twist opens up for Clarke, Gaia, Octavia, and Madi is just OFF the charts. I cannot wait to see where this goes.

The entire interaction between Gaia, Niylah, and Clarke was simply fascinating. Three woman who I didn’t know I needed to interact this much.

“I don’t enjoy seeing you suffer, John.” “Then why’d you leave me.” I’ve never been a diehard Memori stan (just casually enjoyed it) but goddamn this episode was prime angst material for them. I have such a weakness for angst, my friends.

“You didn’t need me anymore. You were always off doing your own thing with Raven.” “SO WHAT?” YOU TELL HIM EMORI

“When we were on the ring, I was part of something bigger than myself. I didn’t know I needed that, but I did. And you punished me for it.” This is my favourite version of Emori, guys. Remember when we all thought that Emori died off-screen before S5 aired because there was no BTS of Luisa? I’m so glad we were wrong. Her story this season has been absolute fire. A prime example of natural character development following a time jump ... *ahem*

“A spy and a murderer ... with a conscience. You’re right Bellamy, she has changed.” I SCREAMED at Marie’s delivery of this line. It was just ... so on point you guys.

That shift transition from ***** *** (I can’t type it out - this is supposed to be a HIGHLIGHT post) to Clarke packing ... with the same music playing. aasqkqisnsksks I ain’t gonna say a word

“Six years is a long time. Octavia is not the girl from the stories I told you.” Madi’s hero worship is mildly cute but indulging it can’t possibly lead to anything good. I really appreciated this line. And I don’t blame Clarke one bit for feeling like she needs to leave.

“If anything happens to me ...” Give me a moment to recover. I’m Triggered.

But seriously that Madi x Clarke scene was just so beautiful and emotional and heartbreaking. Eliza is slaying the game. and why does lola’s face remind me so much of bellamy in THAT scene y’all know the one. the resemblance is real i said what i said

Clarke looking over to ***** ******* like a wounded puppy ... for the second episode in a row. I AIN’T GONNA SAY A WORD

“W h a t?” THE PAIN IN HIS VOICE i’ll take my crumbs

“No, YOU don’t understand.” GO OFF CLARKE !!! Also, WHO’S READY FOR HAKELDAMA 2.0 

BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW HE STILL HELPS HER FIND MADI WITHOUT EITHER OF THEM NEEDING TO SAY A WORD EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE IN THE MIDST OF A FIGHT BECAUSE EVEN WHEN THEY ARE ANGRY THEY ARE STILL EACH OTHER’S PERSON AND GOD HELP ME SIX YEARS CANNOT CHANGE THAT AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE 

^^^ THIS SCREENCAP RIGHT HERE OFFICER

“On me.” *sigh* it almost feels like old times

Bellarke kicking down a door = hawt

I stan one (1) power couple

Is anyone gonna talk about the Kara Cooper/Echo parallels? Cause, like, they’re Real fam

I cannot express how much I loved that they showed Madi reacting to having her hand slit open realistically. Like that girl is trying so hard not to show pain but she FEELS it, and she was whimpering. Like, damn, I felt that. Lola did such a good job showing how a child would realistically react to that happening. 

Not to be That Person. But. Bellamy’s hair game marginally improved in his scenes with Clarke. I only know Truth.

THE SLOW-MO OF CLARKE RUNNING TOWARDS MADI AS OCTAVIA’S VOICE ECHOES IN TRIGADESLENG. Y’ALL ARE COMING FOR MY LIFE THAT WAS SO CREEPY AND COOL

“I understand why you lied Clarke. You were just trying to protect her. But Madi no longer needs your protection - she has mine.” I LOVE antagonist Octavia. Seriously. I’m so happy they decided to go the villain origin story route for her, it just makes her so much more interesting. AND SHE’S SO DAMN CREEPY

“I executed traitors. And I made it look like a real defection.” Okay, okay, okay, so was shooting the defectors cold-blooded as shit? Yes. But was it smart? YES. I think Octavia is a bad person but damn girl. Dammmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn.

Don’t come for my life but I HONEST TO GOD ENJOYED OCTAVIA IN THIS EPISODE. And not because I like her as a person but because she made sense to me with pretty much every move she made. And I’m not used to that feeling with her.

Echo hiding the piece in Karina’s wound. F u c k i n g hell mate. AND WHAT WAS THAT LOOK AT THE END. I dunno but I’m intrigued. 

Sooooooo in case y’all were wondering. I do think 5x06 holds up better on rewatch (as most episodes do). Not all of the episode was bad, as my initial highlight crackpost made it out to be - there were still some good moments. I thought the last ten minutes of the episode were particularly strong, and to be honest all the stuff with Clarke and Memori was A+++. So, definitely not bad all around. And it has a good set-up for the episodes to follow which I am genuinely looking forward to.

Hope you enjoyed this newly revised highlight post! I’ll see ya in a week for 5x07. 

[fortdevereaux]

roisa + 48: Life / 49: Sweets / 28: Laughter / 12: Dancing

All four under here! Angst, fluff, high!Rose because apparently I can’t help myself, it’s all a very good time. I hope you like them! (I should also probably put a death cw here, but it’s not so bad I promise!) 

Life

She jolted awake at the sound of a strangled breath from the bed, sitting up quickly, her eyes flicking to the heart monitor - needing to see if that steady beat was still regularly making its way across the screen. Turning to the bed, she was taken aback by the faraway look in the other woman’s eyes, her gaze forward but clearly unseeing.  

“Mom?” she pressed quietly. 

“This wasn’t the life I wanted,” her mother replied, her voice quiet as she struggled to catch her breath. 

“What?” she asked, her forehead wrinkling in concern. She knew that her mother had had an…interesting life, not always good, but she thought she’d been happy, for the most part. 

“I didn’t plan it. But…” she trailed off. 

She reached forward and gently took one of her mother’s hands between both of hers. She didn’t press, knowing that she would say what she needed to say. She always did. 

“I didn’t plan it. But it happened. She happened,” her mother continued, turning to look at her. “You happened.”

She felt her squeeze her hands gently, her grip weak but there nonetheless. 

“I didn’t think it would be like this,” she said, her gaze still locked on her daughter. 

“Like what?” she asked softly, not wanting to break the hushed tension in the room.

“Quiet. Natural. In bed,” her mother replied and she felt her stomach twist when realization hit - she had expected a violent end, a life cut short, nothing this…gentle. 

“Mom…” she began, but stopped when she realized she just didn’t have the words to tell her that she deserved this - that whatever her missteps, she had earned this kind of ending. Mami had always been better at that anyway. 

“I don’t - I’m not - love isn’t,” the older woman stuttered, and she reached out to press a gentle hand to her mother’s chest. 

“I know,” she reassured her. “You don’t have to. I know.”

Her mother swallowed hard and nodded slightly. 

Suddenly her gaze shifted to just behind her daughter, a warmth spreading through her blue eyes. 

“Hi,” her mother whispered, awed. 

A quick look behind her verified what she already knew - there was no one there. She fought back a sob. There was only one person her mother looked at like that, and it had been three years since she’d had the chance. 

“It’s okay, Mom,” she whispered. “Go with her.”

With a soft smile, her mother closed her eyes.  

Sweets

“Sweets, do you know where those silver dangly earrings are?” Rose asked, rummaging through the jewelry box on the dresser. 

When no answer came, she turned, “Luisa?”

Behind her, Luisa had frozen in the midst of sliding on her heels, one foot hovering in the air behind her, a shoe dangling from the tips of her fingers. 

“What?” Rose asked. “Are you okay?”

“What did you call me?” Luisa asked, a little breathlessly. 

Rose opened her mouth and replayed her words. “I…I called you ‘Luisa’, what is the matter with you?”

Dropping her shoe, Luisa walked toward her, a sly smile on her face. “No, you didn’t.”

She reached out and placed her hands on Rose’s hips. Bewildered, Rose said, “Yes, I did.”

Luisa shook her head slowly. “Nope. You called me ‘sweets.’”

Scoffing, Rose stepped back. “I absolutely did not.”

Luisa stepped forward and pressed Rose into the dresser. Grinning, she said, “You did. You called me a pet name, and it was adorable, and no matter how much you deny it I will always know it happened.”

Rose shook her head vehemently, but before she could say anything in response Luisa leaned in and began pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek. She squirmed, but Luisa had her trapped. 

“Look at you being all schmoopy, baby cakes,” Luisa said. 

“I don’t do schmoopy, Luisa,” Rose said as she tried to twist away. “I can’t believe you just called me ‘baby cakes.’” 

“I now have evidence to the contrary, honey pie,” Luisa replied, now mercilessly attacking the rest of Rose’s face with kisses. 

“Stop,” Rose said, fighting back a laugh. 

“I think not, googly bear.”  

Laughter

[This one takes place between the two chapters of this fic. All you really need to know is Rose is high on too many pain pills after surgery.]

With a sigh, Luisa stared down at the woman on the bed. She knew that trying to get her to sleep was futile, but at least she was lying down. For now. 

“Luuuu,” Rose whined from the bed. 

“Whaaaat?” she replied. 

“C’mere.”

“No, I don’t think I will. Last time you put your hand up my dress.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Rose responded with a look that she clearly thought was alluring, but in reality fell more in line with hysterically funny. 

Luisa gave her a warm smile. “Oh honey, you’re trying so hard.”

“I am,” Rose said. “I deserve a reward.”

“Okay, how’s this for a reward?” Luisa began. “You ready?”

Rose leaned up her elbows and nodded eagerly. 

“A nap!” Luisa said enthusiastically. 

Rose’s face fell and she let herself collapse back to the bed, muttering, “Not a reward. Naps are for toddlers.”

“Hey!” Luisa replied, smacking Rose’s leg lightly. “Act like a toddler and I’m going to treat you like one.”

“Can I get a bath then too?” Rose said with a smirk, her eyes still slightly glazed but sparkling. 

Luisa flushed at the image her mind conjured of Rose naked in the bathtub, but shook her head emphatically. “You can’t behave with your clothes on, you think I’m going to trust you naked?” she said, raising an eyebrow. 

“I am very trustworthy,” Rose said, doing her best to look solemn. 

“Yeah,” Luisa scoffed. “You’re awful handsy for a trustworthy person. Plus, no baths with the stitches.”

“Oh,” Rose groaned. “No fun.”

“I am plenty fun. You’re just too stoned to realize it,” Luisa said, moving to lean back against the dresser and crossing her arms.

Rose began to giggle again. “I’m stoned. I’m stooooned. Stone. Ed. Stone-ded. Stawned.”

Luisa couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she watched her. Rose was flat on her back, one hand pulling strands of her long, red hair up to twirl them playfully around her fingers, and giggling inanely as she repeated the word again and again in increasingly nonsensical variations. 

Listening to the silly giggles coming from the bed, Luisa realized that she’d heard Rose laugh more that day than all the years she’d known her combined. She knew that Rose enjoyed spending time with her, but laughter was rare, even at her most unguarded. 

It was nice. It was warm. It was happiness.  

She closed her eyes and let the sound fill her. For just a moment, she let herself forget about who they were and what stood between them, and just listened to Rose laugh. 

Dancing

“How are you so sexy in bed but…this on the dance floor?”

Rose stopped dancing and crossed her arms. “What? I tried, okay? It can’t be that bad.”

Luisa stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s waist. 

“it’s fine, it’s just…you dance like a white girl,” Luisa said with a sigh. 

Rose laughed. “Well, if that’s what you’re worried about then I have some news for you.”

“I know. I knew what I was getting into,” Luisa replied with a grin. 

Rose leaned in for a kiss, then murmured against her lips, “How about we go do the dancing I’m good at?”

Luisa groaned. “You need to work on your pick-up lines too.”

“Hey,” Rose scoffed. “I picked you up just fine.”

“That had far more to do with the dress than the line,” Luisa said. 

 “Fine. How about this - wanna fuck?” 

Luisa smacked her arm, glancing around to see if anyone had heard her. An older, straight couple to the right of them had stopped dancing and was staring at them scandalized, and she found herself not embarrassed, but rather annoyed. 

“Yes?” she asked dryly, raising an eyebrow at them, and Rose turned in her arms to see who she was talking to. 

The woman tilted her head up snootily and gave a haughty sniff. “This is why we have a hard time viewing you people as respectable. You aren’t doing your…cause any favors.”

Luisa felt Rose tense in her arms, but gave her a gentle squeeze. 

“Believe it or not,” she told the woman, “we don’t need your respect. It isn’t worth anything anyway.”

She pulled Rose close and kissed her deeply, letting her hands wander, making as much of a spectacle out of it as possible. 

When they pulled back, they were both breathing heavily, and the other couple had stormed off the dance floor. 

“That was a dramatic,” Rose said, her eyes sparkling. 

“Well when you’ve lived with a drama queen for years, some things are bound to rub off.”