I think the thing that hit me the hardest about NIMONA is how well it captures the experience, as a queer person, of being steeped in a culture full of this open, casual hatred towards you.
I didn't know I was queer until my early twenties, but I still absolutely felt the effect of that myself--both from the general culture when I was young and from my Mormon upbringing. (My queer experience and my experience as a late-diagnosed autistic are very intertwined too, and like many autistics, I grew up feeling like there was something deeply broken about me.) It just... whew. That wrecks you.
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A mostly useless but also incredibly fun superpower to write is what I call "pop culture future-telling." Basically, they can see the future, but only in relation to stuff like pop-culture and random events and culture phenomenon and sometimes technology.
They don't know about what the Big Bad will do next, but they do know about a genre changing movie that will be pitched to a studio 7 years from now. They can't tell their friend's future, but they can guess that said friends will love a song that will come out in more than a decade.
They will always be able to predict upcoming trends and slang, and will make and send their friends memes that don't exist yet. They cry because they need to wait so many years for a special video game to come out and they are excited to play it now.
In the age of internet and memes, it's possible that this power can be useful at times, like vaguely seeing major future events through memes and references (example: if they live in 2015, they might know when Queen Elizabeth will die due to all the memes about it).
But it's also funnier when half the stuff is like...more than a decade away. So at the moment, it is completely useless and also often out of context.
Bonus points for them forgetting what has & hasn't already come out or occurred yet, so they are constantly making jokes and references that are still too early.
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my favorite thing to do in loud grocery stores, the backseat of cars, etc. is improv humming to whatever song is playing. in that moment i am posessed by the spirit of ella fitzgerald. nothing is better!!!
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El puts her finger to her lips in a shush motion when Eddie walks through the apartment's front door.
“Hey, Ellie Bellie, what are you doing here?” Eddie whispers, toeing off his sneakers.
“Me and Steve were supposed to do makeovers at Dad's. But he did not come. He called, saying he did not feel good. So I came here instead.”
It’s then that Eddie notices a sleeping Steve on El’s lap. Her fingers delicately playing with his hair. The room is darker than usual, too—nothing but the warm table lamp and the silent tv to light up the room. Eddie’s shoulders slump in realization. “Migraine? That’s the third one this month.”
El nods pausing at a particular gnarl in Steve’s hair. Steve hums in his sleep as El works at it. “I worry about his head.”
“Me too, super girl. Thank you for coming; you didn’t have to.”
Although El’s vocabulary has improved massively over the years, she sometimes struggles to vocalize her feelings. Eddie can see it happening right now as her eyebrows furrow together. Her difficulties with emotions remind Eddie of Steve. He knows the two of them have been working on it together. “I knew you would be at work. And Robin is at school now. Too far to call. I wanted to help.”
Eddie walks over to the two of them, scoops up Steve’s legs, and settles on the couch as he lays Steve’s legs over his own. “You did, El. You’re a really good sister.”
El brightens up slightly. Her concern is still there, but a dimple at the side of her cheek makes an appearance. “Thank you Eddie.” El pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Will he be okay?”
Eddie’s heart seizes at the affection El has for Steve. Some days he thinks she might give Eddie and Robin a run for their money in the “who loves Steve most” department. Eddie doesn’t feel upset about it, though. They all give Steve the different kinds of love he deserves. Robin gives him the steady, unwavering, platonic love that doesn’t ask for anything in return. Eddie gives Steve the passionate, romantic, deep love that would do anything to make him smile.
And El? She gives Steve a familial kind of love. Gentle but firm. Her lovd for Steve makes one wonder if maybe they really do share a bloodline. Bound together by family.
So when El gets all worried, Eddie knows she comes from a good place. From the best of places. “Yea, El, he’ll be okay. Just a migraine. I think he’s getting a lot lately because the EMT training is a lot. I think some downtime with you, though, was the perfect cure.” He rubs her hair back and forth in a brotherly motion.
El sighs and puts her head on Eddie’s shoulder. They both watch the silent tv for a bit before El speaks again, “He was upset. Said he disappointed me. He did not. He is allowed to have bad days. Hop taught me that. I do not think he knows that this makes me happy. Spending time.” El looks down at Steve again, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
“When he’s feeling better, maybe tell him that. Can’t really argue with him while he’s down.” Eddie giggles, trying to hide the wetness in his eyes.
Steve stirs below them for a moment before saying, “El? Eds?”
El shushes Steve, “Do not worry, we are here. Always here.” El rubs Steve’s temples, easing him back to close his eyes.
Eddie strokes Steve’s ankle, “Not going anywhere, Stevie. We got you.”
The three of them fall asleep on the couch, not waking until the sun dips in through the windows the next morning.
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is this a series? It might be. Just can’t enough of el + Steve sibling dynamic, and you guys seem to enjoy it too :) here’s more Eddie and El interaction, but about their love for this boy. Also much softer, less funny. But I really liked the idea of this. Okay I’ll be quiet now.
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