Nimona.
(don't mind this post being 2 months late plz <3)
Here's my view on Nimona !! (the movie) The movie was honestly one of the best if not the best. It was so inclusive, it made me feel like I was in the movie myself !!! :D
Ballister and Ambrosius were a really cool couple and I thought it was adorable at the ending scene.. I almost felt like I wanted to cry. The main story was a lot like the graphic novel, too! Nimona was definitely a nice representation for non-binary peeps and gender-nonconforming community. When the movie was near over, I felt kinda sad that Bal and Ambrosius didn't, like, kiss or something, but then my smile grew enormous when..
my jaw actually DROPPED so low when it happened 🥹
(was also lowkey satisfying 👀)
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Woke up at 5:30 because my neighbors came home drunk and giggling
So I watched the RWRB movie at the wee hours of the morning
No regrets
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i was just putting the sheets on my bed and my dog was watching me struggle but then she got bored or smth bc she did the thing where they circle around like three times before lying down
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had a couple of patients on ventilators in the icu today, and one of them i guess is a really big sports fan, so his family literally wrote up the game schedules for the phillies, eagles, and flyers, including what channel it would be on, so that even though he's unconscious, we could still keep the game on in the background for him 🥺
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Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.
You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.
Until-
“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.
You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”
You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”
“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”
“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.
But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.
You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”
You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.
“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”
“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”
You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”
He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”
“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”
“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”
“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”
“You’re so clingy!”
“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”
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