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I think everyone should atleast consider seeing Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2, whether you’re a Marvel fan or not.

Yes, it’s got everything that you’d expect from it. Good comedy, bright colours, incredible landscapes and action sequences that many people loved about the first film.

But it’s also a film heavily based on familial relationships and righting wrongs and the film does both narratives justice. We get to see excellent portrayals of non-romantic relationships, bonds between siblings, mentors, best friends, fathers and their sons. It’s about how our family aren’t necessarily our relatives. How mistakes and human nature, both big and small, can make a huge difference, but how they can also be amended in genuine ways. It’s touching, especially the end. That’s so rare in films nowadays, more so sci-fi/action films like Guardians.

Get out there and see Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2. I can honestly say it’s one of the best films I’ve seen this year.

Nurse Joy: [referring to a CPR training dummy] “So, assessing the situation, are they breathing?”

Jessie: “No, Joy, they are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.”

Nurse Joy: “No, that’s not part of it.”

Jessie: “Where are they? You know what, if we come across somebody with no arms or legs, do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?”

Butch: “I would want to live with no legs.”

Jessie: “How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Botch. You don’t do anything.“ 

Another Lazy Afternoon

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Angela shifted and turned around to look at Fareeha. They were lying on the living room couch on a lazy afternoon, Fareeha reading a book, and the medic simply enjoying the comfort of being with her lover. Angela untangled her arm from under herself, and she reached up to touch Fareeha’s cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, mein Schatz…” Fareeha smiled and chuckled a bit, but kept on reading her book. Angela continued to caress her soft dark skin, tracing the tattoo under her eye. She adored that tattoo, just like everything else about Fareeha. In the mornings, when they wake up together, it’s the first thing she sees, the other’s beautiful dark eyes tenderly looking back at her. When they make love, she sometimes gets lost in how perfect the face is that is looking down at her with the expression of unconditional love and passion. And sometimes, when times are difficult, she finds peace in the reassuring warmth as Fareeha looks at her. The Eye of Horus was watching over Angela, and she felt safe knowing that Fareeha was with her through bad and good.

Fareeha sighed and put down her book. She closed her eyes, leaned into Angela’s gentle touch, humming contently. She smiled as Angela was holding her cheek, thumb carefully brushing against the tattoo under her eye. They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the rare moments of peace and quiet they could share together. Angela leaned in for a kiss, her mouth hovering just over Fareeha’s lips before carefully lowering as if taking care of something extremely precious and fragile. Fareeha relaxed and let Angela kiss the corners of her mouth, then she opened her eyes and started stroking the medic’s hair gently.

“What would you like to eat tonight, ya amar?” The corners of her mouth quirked upwards. “At least for dinner at first?”

Angela cooed and leaned down to whisper in Fareeha’s ear. “I’m sure the dessert will be great, I can barely stand having to wait for it.”

Fareeha laughed and looked at Angela with a bright shine in her eyes. “Well, that I can promise.” She placed a quick kiss on Angela’s nose. “How about lasagne for dinner?” It was one of their favourites, and while Angela usually couldn’t be bothered to cook on her own, doing it with Fareeha was always much more enjoyable.

“Okay, I’ll help you make it.” Angela smiled and sat up, her hand playfully running along Fareeha’s breasts and stomach, reaching her thigh, but she stopped there. Fareeha sat up, too, wrapping her arms around Angela’s shoulders, and placed a smiling kiss on her cheek.

“Okay, let’s go, then.” She took Angela’s hand, and they made their way towards the kitchen.