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baphometed · 14 minutes ago
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why do you hurt?
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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨
it was built into you. designed for you. there is pain here because it was meant for you, and how fucking dare they. your suffering is not their right. you hurt because they gave you ways to suffer and carved it into you when you could not breathe, because the intention always was that they could weaponize your pain against you. it is Yours. You are Yours. How fucking dare they. they cannot make you theirs; do not let them try.
stole it from :    @the-composer   /   @aceparagon​
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lives-in-a-harpsichord · 2 hours ago
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Abel & Cain, inspired by this performance of Scarlatti's Il Primo Omicidio I have now watched three times
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kalu-chan · 3 hours ago
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I love how every time I look at official Servamp Art I see something new. Like:
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Mikuni reaching for his poor kidnapped Abel.
Tsurugi give him his Abel back asgdaskdghasdkasgh
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thatortheschlong · 4 hours ago
*nods and takes another bite* I guess I’m gonna need to look for a job… -💳
My offer to hire you as an assistant still stands. I can teach you everything you need to know and that way you don't have to worry about not having experience.
- Abel
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vsecretandmore · 5 hours ago
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adamichaelite · 7 hours ago
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i was very inactive the last week but did you ever think about adam and michael riding a rollercoaster? and about the fact that adam is familiar w it bcoz of the flights w michael? they said it's like being chained at a meteorite and jimmy novak didn't like it but adam. JUST DON'T THINK ABOUT A BIG ARCHANGEL NAMED MICHAEL WHO CARRIES HIS CUTE LITTLE HUMAN NAMED ADAM IN HIS ARMS WHILE FLYING W THE SPEED OF LIGHT AROUND THE EARTH. JUST DON'T.
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A new addition to the squad because the extroverted: introvert ratio was very heavily introvert
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odilevaiken · 9 hours ago
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Abel Pirela
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feelfunny12 · 15 hours ago
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He visto días más oscuros tratando de mantener mi fe, Peco demasiado para rezar por ti, incluso cuando es genial todavía me alejo, ni siquiera pude cambiar por ti
Si eres el aire que necesito me muero por respirar, espero que no te estés muriendo también
Intento mantener mi fe, pero peco demasiado para rezar por ti.
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letsdohomostuff · 17 hours ago
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Kandy Muse photo by Tanner Abel and Nicholas Needham.
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incorrect-sandman · 17 hours ago
Conversation
Cain: Hey Lucien,
Lucien: Yes?
Cain: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?
Lucien:
Lucien: Where’s Abel?
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michaelperry · 19 hours ago
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victimless crime
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Fandom: A Most Violent Year (2014) Pairing: Abel Morales/F!Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 871 words Summary: He looks, and you yearn, but it’s not that you think he would. Warnings: the reader insert does partially know Abel through church, so heads up in case that makes you uncomfy
Cross-posted to AO3 here!
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It’s not that you think he would.
When his gaze meets yours across the fellowship hall at church each Sunday, and he looks at you for just a second too long while holding Anna at the waist and his youngest girl in his arm, Abel is the epitome of innocence. His eyes may shine, and your heart may pound, but it’s not like he would.
He looks, and you yearn, but it’s not that you think he would.
In fact, it is specifically the fact that he wouldn’t that makes you crave him quite so much. (That on top of everything else that he is.)
You find yourself capturing moments, smatterings of something that you can’t justifiably call a friendship when you leave book club to find Abel waiting for Anna. She will invariably linger inside, shooting the shit with your friends well after she told Abel she would. Part of you wonders whether she does it just to see whether he will wait.
Abel waits. You linger outside with him and chat—more specifically, you argue. Sometimes about the book you just read for book club, because he has taken to stealing it from Anna’s bedside table and reading it while she sleeps. Other times it is over any number of things, like music or the news or… well.
Sometimes it feels like he’ll turn the conversation toward anything, so long as that conversation can keep going.
The two of you sit on the ledge outside of the local library arguing about anything, and it is not a friendship but it is not anything else, either.
You smile and graciously accept his compliments on your contribution to the church potluck, or his thanks when Anna recruits you to help them organize a grand opening celebration for the new branch of the Standard Heating & Oil offices. The thanks take too long and that is all that it is.
All that it is because you know very well that he wouldn’t.
Perhaps that certainty is why you miss it, at first. But then you arrive early to book club one evening and someone asks: Have you noticed they’ve been coming to church in separate cars?
You had not, but you begin to. And you notice it working like clockwork—the girls with Anna one week, Abel the next. Yes, you begin to notice.
More peculiar is the fact that he still comes to retrieve her from book club. And Anna still lingers within and you still linger without, in a strange moment that has you each time wondering whether perhaps everyone is misreading the signs. Why should they keep up this routine if they’ve fallen apart?
There’s no way you’re the only one wondering, but no one asks, and you certainly can’t. Not without this precarious thingrupturing, and you’re not certain you want it to. You’re not certain what that would mean.
So when the rupture happens, it is not from your side. It’s whispers through the sanctuary that the wedding rings are gone. There is no announcement, no true acknowledgement. They still sit together in their pew, but they part ways quite clearly when they leave fellowship afterward.
Abel is no longer outside of book club, and you try not to feel hurt.
But part of you feels like you deserve it. Because in that first moment – with that first whisper of the Moraleses’ rings are gone – you felt joy. Joy that they fell apart and it had nothing to do with you.
Yes, when you lose your weekly chats with Abel, it’s got to be some sort of karmic retribution for even briefly reveling in their split.
Nothing happens, not for months. Abel stops looking at you and you begin to wonder whether you’d imagined the whole thing. Perhaps when you concluded that Abel was not the sort to cheat, it was, in fact, that he did not want to cheat with you.
Then another potluck rolls around, and there, you find him beside you in the line to make your plates.
“I saw The Age of Innocence near the door when I collected the children from Anna the other day,” he tells you. “Was that a book club read?”
You tell him yes, and suddenly you are arguing again.
It is wonderful.
More time passes. It’s not a friendship, but it’s not anything else, either, and you feel increasingly affirmed in what you have known for years: Abel would not cheat. If cheating had been on his mind, he would have jumped for you sooner.
But you feel more certain about something else, too—
Just because he didn’t jump, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you.
Yes, he wants you. And eventually, he does jump, waiting outside of book club for you. And it is for you. The corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile at the sight of you before he tentatively – more tentatively than you’ve ever heard him – says, “I hope I’m not misreading.”
It’s a miracle you can get the words out when you answer, “You’re not.”
Abel kisses you right there, for anyone to see if they looked out the window or came out the door. Your not-friendship ruptures, and you are glad.
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itshadid · 20 hours ago
oiii!! você tem icons da gigi ou da bella para alguma dessas headers? desde já, mt obrigada!! amo seu blog 💖
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espero que goste, obrigada pelo carinho <3
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like.
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scpmoeandfriends · 20 hours ago
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so a couple of headcanons I've had for a while now
#1: Cain probably has the same kind of abilities as Abel, but he's never used them or he just hasn't used them in eons, since like say during the times he fathered his own cities, as the king he viewed himself as the protector of his people. However, most of the time, it's usually because he prefers not to. Only when the situation is seen as a DIRE NEED for him to legitmately step in and fight, that is when he will take out his own weapons, and I can only imagine just how shocked the other staff members would be. I kinda imagine his weapons of choice would be a warhammer and a shield, and whenever he uses them, he becomes unprecedentedly scary. Even though he's been damned to walk the Earth forever due to his sins and usually views himself as a monster due to said sins, he still sees it's his duty to protect the people around him, kind of why he highly urged for the staff to make sure he doesn't meet Abel, it was for their safety.
#2: Simply; Abel and Conan were best friends. The image of the two most barbaric, savage and powerful men banding together just fits. Plus, a little angst here, Conan, somehow in a way just reminded Abel of the relationship that he and Cain used to have when they were younger. Like that undescribable closeness that brothers share. You can probably imagine just how distant and angry Abel became when Conan's time came. It probably also explains why he legitmately enjoyed the time that he had with that one agent he inquired about at that one point. Deep down in the crevasses of his dark heart, he misses that kind of closeness, but it's easy for him to hide it behind his sociopathic ways.
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