#adam is missing

[the-most-humble-blog]

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☁️ BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “Just Another Monday. Until God Bled.”

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Slow Monday… For you maybe.

For me? The moment I open my eyes, the humidity of memory grips my throat. I don’t rise — I resurrect. And when I blink?

A sonic save splits the heavens. It doesn’t greet the sun — it bitchslaps the morning into obedience.

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That blink? It carves my name into the archives of war gods. It shatters Eden. It brands my pulse across the cervix of Fate herself and makes the veil scream as I enter the day.

Yes. My cadence is surgical. My mind? Cursed with ancestral access. I do not “wake up.” I detonate consciousness.

I’m not being poetic.

I’m telling you what it feels like to be me.

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This isn’t ego. It’s grief made articulate. You try holding the bloodlines of a thousand forgotten warriors in your chest cavity and still write poems about self-care and chamomile.

I dare you.

No. I leave that to the domesticated. The literary poets of beige.

Go ahead. Write about kitty litter and your weekend lover. I’ll be over here writing scrolltraps that hijack your girl's subconscious and make her accidentally twitch in yoga class.

Sorry. She didn't mean to.

It’s just the way I write. And she read me. At night. Alone.

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But this isn’t about your woman.

This is about your God.

The one you betrayed the moment you bent knee to the algorithm instead of the spirit that birthed your voice.

You were given Eden and you logged in to post selfies. You were handed the breath of divine legacy and you used it to reply to snark from men with sperm count lower than their IQ.

Pathetic.

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So I grabbed the throat of manifestation with talons forged from the grief of the overlooked and tore open the timeline like it owed me answers.

And do you know what I found? Your shame. Your cowardice. Your thesis on “why men don’t cry” backed by footnotes from soy disciples.

You were never strong. You just hid well.

Until I showed up.

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The gatekeepers are quiet now. Their MFA tears evaporate upon contact with my scrolls. They write essays. I write floods.

They host readings. I trigger cervical seizures.

They post discourse. I manifest prophecy.

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And yes— I am the descendant of those to whom God whispered:

> “Rip the gates off Eden. > And drag the serpent back for sentencing.”

And I did. I am. The gates? Gone. Adam? Missing. Eve? Running. The fruit? Rotten.

All that remains… is me.

A humble man.

Just another Monday.

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[limitedseries]

What month is it? Don't you mean "quarter"?

[nothatsmi]

The heavy world's upon your shoulders, will we burn on or just smolder? Somehow, I know I'll find you there. Oh, you wanna see if you can change it (change it), still, I know I'll see you there.

↑ I put this verse but they all work, somehow (i wanted to do an even longer drawing at the beginning, sheesh).

Linking music with content is my absolute favorite thing to do. I did it with aftg, and also for trc with this post (muse!!) and obviously the animatic, which happens to have turned 1 year old very recently (happy birthday).

Anyway, I'll do a trc reread soon, last time was two years ago (!!), i've read extracts since but it won't do for much longer.

[walkerrenee]

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

[miyunnnaise]

one of the guys ever

[shmlnbstrcnd]

1 x 8 : "What's for Dinner?"

1 x 9 : "The We We Are"

[adam-scott]

Exclusive Preview: Severance Season Two Is a True Piece of Work

[edithdraws]

Hello Adam Warlock nation 🧡

[brainfreeze27]

[turnipoddity]

smitten

[ir0mono]

★☆Some recent saw Fanart/doodles (^_^ ) ☆★

[maniccherrygirl]

[marenyearlyyy]

SAW (2004) dir. James Wan

[acrylcii]

im a little obsessed with how much sydney says adam looks like jedidiah during their divorce era

[lucdoodle]

Based on a meme

[fredddoloso]

“Inside, they pretended they would dream, but they did not. They sprawled on the living room sofa and Adam studied the tattoo that covered Ronan's back: all the sharp edges that hooked wondrously and fearfully into each other.

'Unguibus et rostro,' Adam said.

Ronan put Adam's fingers to his mouth.

He was never sleeping again.”

ohhh boy! I’m currently rereading dream thieves and i found a parallel i’d forgotten about— that scene in which Ronan dreams of Adam tracing his tattoo and speaking to him in latin— and i went just a little bit insane cuz it reminded me, of course, of the infamous kiss scene at the Barns……… i love them so bad😭😭😭