Congratulations to Viola Davis on her Oscar win for ‘Best Actress in a Supporting Role’ as Rose Maxson in the film ‘Fences’ (2016) directed by Denzel Washington at the 89th Annual Academy Awards.
Thank you to the Academy. You know, there’s one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered. One place and that’s the graveyard. People ask me all the time, what kind of stories do you want to tell, Viola? And I say, exhume those bodies. Exhume those stories. The stories of the people who dreamed big and never saw those dreams to fruition. People who fell in love and lost. I became an artist—and thank God I did—because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life. So, here’s to August Wilson, who exhumed and exalted the ordinary people.
hello! i’m an autistic queer/trans immigrant of colour. i have been dealing with various financial issues (link), mainly due to my residency status, but: i can finally apply for permanent residency! and with the recent turn of the election… i really want to finish this long, long journey
the only problem is that the actual application costs a lot of money. i need $550 for just the initial application processing fee, as well as $200 for the medical exam, and $490 for the acceptance fee. this doesn’t include fees for FBI check, keeping up with my other bills, etc. as explained in the post linked above, i can’t afford to save up for this right now, so i’m asking for help
the support i’ve received has meant more than the world to me, and i am so thankful for all of it. i don’t know how to pay back all the love and generosity i’ve received. i hope this will be the last time i have to ask for help, as getting permanent residency would open so many doors for me. i want to make things right for myself, and for all the people who believe i can and have helped me
i have a donation button on my blog, or you can donate directly to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. if you are uncomfortable donating, i can do $5 sketches right now. either e-mail or PM me if you are interested in that! (this post will be updated soon with a place to view examples, sorry)
thank you, be gentle with yourself, thank you, thank you
“You slaughtered an innocent boy…only five years of age…dumped his body in
the River Thames for his mum to find, and you have the balls to beg for
‘mercy’?” Jacob growled coming upon the Blighter he took months to track down
and get revenge upon for the sake of Elizabeth
and her deceased son.
With the man still cowering and pleading for his life, Jacob’s fists curled,
the sound of leather stretching as he angrily did so. He couldn’t forget the
times he had come back to her only to find the woman in tears, alone, and
hardly as welcoming to Jacob as she once was. This single act a man had to
outreach two Assassins made Jacob feel like he lost his own son, though Davis wasn’t his…and lost his wife, though Elizabeth wasn’t married
Ejecting his hidden blade, Jacob reared his arm back and slashed downward
without pity as the blood splattered upon his features from the brutal act.
“You and your lot will find no mercy from me,” he expressed through his
The man was hardly dead, and as he lie there suffering with
his hand attempting weakly to keep the wound from causing him to bleed out,
Jacob attacked again, plunging the hidden blade into his chest again and again—his
actions becoming more barbaric and hardly that of an Assassin, but a man who
As he continued his barbaric assault, his mind produced
false memories of what the boy probably had to endure…the lacerations on Davis’ body showed that
he had been tortured, but for how long? How had they done it? Did they tie him
to a chair or just beat him under their boot? Davis was just a small boy…a boy, unable to
defend himself, and that thought made Jacob furious as the false memories
continued to taunt him.
Even long after the Blighter took his last breath, Jacob was
still stabbing him angrily until he finally came back to himself, looking down
at the chaos he had created from his sorrowful rage. The man was a blooded
mess, full of stab wounds now and yet, Jacob hardly felt satisfied. Regardless,
he retracted his blade, took to his feet and wiped his blood stained face with
the back of his hand before turning to leave.
His legs would hardly let him go far. He was not far-off
from the River Thames, and having to imagine Davis crying out for his mother or
father hysterically in the darkness of such events, trying to imagine what he
was thinking of and what his last words probably were made Jacob recoil at the
thought. His hands to his hooded head, he inhaled sharply as a heaving sob
crippled him and brought Jacob to his knees. His side propped up against a
nearby building for support, he began to cry as he buried his face in shame
upon his knees.
‘Protect the innocent’…what a good job he did at that…
Added more to the story for the sake of emotion. ♥ Did a bit
of black shading on this one for a bit.
RP scene that hasn’t happened with @mother-dove. Davis and
Elizabeth Dawson are hers. ♥
((He can’t sketch you if you keep swapping poses like that.))
((She’ll always be the poisson lune anon in my heart of hearts. XD )) ((I was driving most of today… technically yesterday, so I wasn’t around, but now I am, and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @cassonade-en-morceaux / @dailyyoungmrskujo, one of my dearest friends in the community, and someone I really look up to in terms of art and storytelling. :) You’re a treasure, man. Keep doing your thing, and thank you for sharing your talents with everyone here! I hope your birthday is full of happiness, peace, and things you like. <3 You deserve all that and more! Cheers! :D ))