OSCAR WINNERS MEME [3/92] : ↳ The Shape Of Water (2017) dir. Guillermo del Toro
He does not know what I lack or how I am incomplete. He sees me for what I am, as I am.
Roses, Lilacs and White Blossom Branches {details} | Margaretha Roosenboom
SDFSKDFJF OBVIOUSLY GOLIATH NEEDS TO PICK UP ELISA WHEN FLYING, that’s the romance, the drama, the trust. but what Goliath does not need to do is dismiss Xanatos, pick her up, walk to and up the stairs, to the edge of the tower, and then fly. like okay loverboy cool it down.
honestly watching the show for the third time? THATS when the details pop up. the smiles, the touches, the SOFT YEARNING
I don't usually get personal on here, or discuss discourse or anything like it, but I find so hard, as poc to simply enjoy media featuring characters that are also poc without everyone, including fellow poc, and their mother ripping it apart because it's not absolutely perfect. Can't we have fun fantasy, action adventure featuring people of color without having be bogged down by constant themes of racism, slavery, microaggression, historical accuracy, and enjoy media by poc without having to bitch and moan, tear down because it's not equivalent to freaking Shakespeare.
Y'know guys we can have fun with are media too.
"And a Hunting We Will Go"
Summary: Elisa gets a rude awakening
Words: 433
2/3
Warnings! Animal Death, mentions of gore
Unfortunately-
It didn't stop there.
Before the tendrils of light crossed her face and the coolness of the early, early morning breeze forced her awake, an odd, rancid smell did.
Sluggishly she willed her eyes opened-then screamed. In her rush she nearly toppled off the bed to scramble away from the dead rat placed on the pillow next to hers.
"Mama! You're awake!" It was Adair, all bright eyed and bushy tailed "look! Look! What I caught! It was in the kitchen, so I got it! You like it! It's a present for you!"
He nudged it closer to her, hopping on his toes, his long, dark curls bouncing as he did, glee written all over his cherubic face. He was the picture-perfect aura of childlike innocence. Which only awakened her suspicions because her son was a devious little trickster.
And what was he doing in the-
Never mind, it's way too early and she's had no coffee yet to rejuvenate her system.
Honestly, he put Puck to shame sometimes.
"Mama!"
"Oh! Uh…." she eyed the dead rat with not much enthusiasm, that she tried to hide, not sure why she felt so squeamish. It's a rat, she's seen plenty-both dead and alive.
I mean she just spent the previous night haggling an under covered body. With part of their head missing and brain bits blown all over the floor. Which had long mingled into the matted rug they found the poor bastard on.
The stench of a four-week-old body left to rot and cook in a stuffy, rundown New York apartment just did not compare to the smell of a freshly killed sewer rat. They both stunk, but unfortunately the rat body was in her bed, on her sheets soaking them in rancid, diseased blood and bodily fluids.
"Thank you, baby" Adair's bright smile only widened as he picked it up and plopped it right in her hands. Elisa did her best not to cringe away from the smell, or the spongy, mush of dead rat carcass between her fingers.
"Did I do a good job, mama!?"
"Of course, a very good one-" she moved the gory mush to one hand to pat his head full of dark curls "look at you, my little hunter"
He grinned wider, teeth, and fangs and all. She couldn't help, but feel a swell of pride, despite the morbidity of everything.
Elisa could only sigh and shook her head. This is what you signed up for, better get used to it. But she's definitely going to have a long chat with Xanatos about his pest control.
I’VE FINALLY UNLOCKED GOLIATH IN THE GAME!!!