It’s weird that you only realize how much the female body is sexualized in movies when you finally watch a movie where there is absolutely nothing sexualized about a woman fighting for her life (and others). It’s like wow *boom*, so this is how we should be treated all along. This is how it feels like to watch a movie and not feel uncomfortable with the way Diana lands on the ground after falling from the sky because there won’t be a camera trained on her ass or breasts or she won’t land in a sexy position that it’s clearly filmed that way for the male portion of the audience.
living with your significant other is sitting crossed legged in your underwear and big tshirt, sharing your hoodies, arguying about who’s turning the light off, taking showers together, giggling during sexy time, laughing with your best friend, consoling the love of your life, hearing about their day, finding annoying habits that you didn’t know about and loving them even more, planning great things together, being comfortable, building a home, collecting cats.
the immense guilt sana feels because she likes yousef, she likes him so much, and he likes her back. she’s looking for something, anything, that tells her it’s okay, they can be together. and then she hears her mom saying to elias she’s worried sana and yousef are growing too close, and suddenly there’s the pressure from her family too. and the one person sana feels she can talk to and who listens to her might be the one person she can’t have