I thought I was a man. I had a life.

William • Santiago • Kane • Abel

[offdxty-moved]

MOVED TO A NON-SIDEBLOG OVER HERE: @offdxty

18+, private, mutuals only, selective, heavily headcanon and somewhat AU-based, more or less canon-divergent 'Oscar Isaac characters' multimuse blog, featuring William Tell, Santiago Garcia, Abel Morales and others. Sideblog. Follows back from @/threegoldfish. Mun is P., 30+. Blog may contain dark themes (including sex, violence, trauma, mental disorders, upsetting topics). Appearance of guest-muses and more 'official' muses possible. Muses: William Tell (The Card Counter) Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier) ('about' is a WIP) Abel Morales (A most violent year) Shimmer!Kane (Annihilation) Current main muse: William Tell, Abel Morales

Mains / Affiliates: ♦ @odditymuse | @threemoonflowers

A set of very basic rules (for now):

♦ Don't be a dick. ♦ 18+ only. ♦ Mutuals only, rather selective (Anons are very welcome!). ♦ No hate / drama / lecturing anons though. Ignored & blocked on sight. ♦ No god-modding. The usual. ♦ I do canon verses and AU verses/plotted verses, and might even turn the boys into something more OC-ish depending on the plotted/AU verse. I am happy to create verses on the fly so as to interact in a lot of ways! ♦ I'll write an 'about' regarding the muses whenever I have the energy to do it (hopefully soon...). ♦ Yes, I like to take my men and make them smooch. Deal with it or leave. ♦ I am friendly actually, even if my rules suggest otherwise. Promise. ♥

[offdxty-moved]

MOVING TO A MAIN BLOG.

I decided to move blogs - Sideblogs just suck, so I am turning this into a new main blog now.

THREADS AND INTERACTIONS WILL BE CONTINUED OVER HERE:

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Please follow me there again! Thank you! ♥

[offdxty-moved]

MOVING TO A MAIN BLOG.

I decided to move blogs - Sideblogs just suck, so I am turning this into a new main blog now.

THREADS AND INTERACTIONS WILL BE CONTINUED OVER HERE:

@offdxty

Please follow me there again! Thank you! ♥

[normaltothemax]

He is…uncomfortable. Forces himself to get up and join her on his bed. It makes Cass frown. It makes Cass sad. She does not want to make him uncomfortable. Does not want to make him feel like he has to do something he does not want to.

Even if she really wants him to.

“You…do not have to.” Offering him an out, as they say. A way out of the situation that so very clearly causes him discomfort.

She mirrors him, sitting cross-legged as well, still hugging the dog to her chest, resting her chin on its soft, little head. However, she is very careful not to let her knee touch his. She does not want to make his discomfort worse.

Her eyes fall away from him to the laptop, watching as the screen lights up, little images of videos popping up all over it shortly after. YouTube. Such a fascinating thing. How it contains so many videos of so many different things, she’ll never understand.

Nodding, she agrees with his sentiment. “No violent.” She frowns deeper. Her nose wrinkles, brow furrowing—that does not feel like the right word. It…tastes wrong, even as she says it.

But Cass is tired and words are hard enough when she’s not. Finding the right one is more effort than she is willing to put in, at the moment. Instead, she huffs out a little breath, annoyed and frustrated with herself. Stares at the keyboard full of letters that are all jumbled up in the wrong order.

If finding words in her brain to speak is hard, then trying to read and write them is near-impossible. Cass is trying. She is learning. But it is a slow process. Much slower than she likes.

She does not know how to write the kinds of videos she wants to watch. Even if she did, finding the proper letters for it on the letter-soup keyboard would take forever.

“Ballet?” It is a request; he can say no. But Cass enjoys watching the dancers and listening to the music and being told a story without words. It is something she can understand, something she will not have to think about.

Something relaxing.

“Um…” She does not know the name of the one she wants to watch—that she wants to show him—but it would be a good one, she thinks. “Big doll.” Cass pretends to wind up a large key in front of her. “Makes it dance. Funny, not violent.”

[offdxty-moved]

If William was aware of the fact that she can sense his emotions and feelings in such a way - realizes that he feels uncomfortable, hesitant - he would tell her that it's okay, that it's not about Cass herself but about... other things. About a past Will cannot let go off, years and decades of things he's gone through himself, the pain he's caused himself and, most importantly, others---

But he doesn't know, so he's not speaking up about it; He listens to what she's saying instead, mentions ballet of all the things she could want to watch - brings up a big doll, that something, or someone?, makes it dance. It's supposed to be funny, non-violent...

Damn. He's really not an expert when it comes to ballet, of all the things. However, the Youtube search is advanced enough to come up with a variety of videos once he enters a few key words - ballet, big doll, dance - and one video in particular does catch his attention, as it seems to offer precisely what she'd asked for:

It's called Coppélia.

No, he's never heard of it before, nor does he know what he's in for now, but... well. Even though she'd told him that he doesn't have to do this - that he doesn't need to keep her company - William intends to stay, simply because he supposes that Cass has taken a seat on his bed for a reason.

She might be lonely, simple as that. A child stuck within the body of an adult, afraid of her own dreams, the nightmares, her past that keeps catching up with her.

---He won't just leave her behind, because he knows what it feels like to suffer in such a way.

A soft inhale as Will looks over at her for a moment and a half, expression blank as usual, yet... softer than before, gentle. A moment passes before he nods back over to his laptop...

"Alright... how about this one?"

A blink, gaze back on the screen, fingers trailing across the touch pad and he clicks on said video - which pops up a second after and begins to play for them both...

"Is it what you meant?"

[offdxty-moved]

I would love to write Abel. ;;

[offdxty-moved]

[normaltothemax]

She looks back at him when he speaks, after turning the words around in her mind, searching for hidden meanings. That is something people do, sometimes. Say one thing and mean another. But the offer is an honest one, and when she looks at him, she sees nothing of what she worried might be there in his expression.

All she sees is…understanding. Some sadness, but not for himself. For her and the childhood he is so convinced was stolen from her, no doubt.

That bit, she is not sure she will ever truly understand—Cass was never a child to begin with, so there was no childhood to be stolen. But whenever she points that out, he argues back and the sadness and anger (for others, not for her) in him only grows, so she tries not to bring it up unnecessarily.

She does not like seeing him sad.

After a moment, she nods. Grabs hold of a stuffed dog with floppy ears that he’d won her at her very first fair, then moves to sit on his bed, instead, hugging it to her chest. Pats the spot next to her on the covered mattress. “You watch too.”

The dreams are bad and they frighten her, yes. When she wakes from them, her heart is racing and she feels short of breath and feels a cold sweat dripping down her back. But there is also a distinct loneliness that she feels, at times, that she would also like to erase.

Being near him helps.

[offdxty-moved]

As William pulls out his laptop, Cass is switching beds - moving from her designated one to Will's wrapped-up mattress, taking a seat, getting comfortable with that stuffed toy he's won her, just a little while ago. He catches her gaze as he sits up again, said laptop in hand---

As much as she claims to have never been a child, the view of her holding that toy so tightly to her chest tells an entirely different story. Under any other circumstances, most would judge a twenty-something for doing what she does; While it's certainly not a bad thing to own stuffed animals still, they're usually just placed somewhere instead of being held in such a way - holding memories of a time that had once been, or of a situation one is fond of, to be gazed at whenever wanted.

Cass, however, is using it for comfort. Like a young kid would. Or a teenager, sometimes. Her childhood is catching up with her, as much as she does not see it, does not want it to be a truth.

---And William lets her, doesn't judge, for obvious reasons. He's certainly favoring the fact that she is not really looking her age right now over her handling a weapon of some kind; That's also why any and all protests of joining her to watch Youtube videos die within his throat, so is the comment that she's taking up his space and intending to share a closeness with him he's not used to.

A swallow, and he stands. Will has to push himself a bit, but he eventually makes his way over and takes a seat on the mattress next to her - he props up a pillow against the headboard of that bed, just so they can lean against it if they want to, before putting that laptop down in front of them both.

"Here we go." A simple movement and the thing is flipped open, turning on the second the screen is visible. A few clicks, Youtube is opened, with him glancing at Cass...

"You can watch whatever you want." ... "---Actually, please refrain from watching any violent stuff."

William can deal with violence in movies, but he's not one to actively choose watching dark stuff - especially not since he's got a past to him, clinging to the back of his throat like bitter bile would. He sighs, sitting cross-legged after a while, shifting a bit which causes the mattress to bounce momentarily...

Yeah, he's really not used to have someone sit so close to him - on his bed, that is.

[offdxty-moved]

Happy sexy sunday, William and Abel would like to participate.

[therapardalis]

What's an unexpected reunion without their favourite memories? One of them anyway, the same taste that went with long talks, loud laughs and cheating at cards. Thera watches Santi stroll to the bar, and the clothes are different but the view jumps into her minds eye just the same - calling back to all the times she followed those shoulders along jungle trails and dirt-packed roads.

She doesn't catch all of what's said while he's there, the music turned low but enough to keep private conversations being overheard at other tables, but she sees the body language, she sees the grin, smirks to herself at the conclusion being drawn. A quick sniff in through her nose, the kind that covers for a laugh that wants to happen but she's keeping to herself. Of course they're thinking that, why else would he be bringing a woman in for a drink?

Her tongue's in her cheek by the time he sits down, the corners of her lips making tiny dimples in either side. Does she tease him about this? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe she'll save it for later. Santiago's knees show on his face, and even though the sound of them is another that doesn't travel, Thera winces a touch in sympathy.

"The knees went first, Pope ... the rest of you is just catching up."

The scent of the whiskey reaches her before she picks up the glass, eyes the colour of it in the light. "Perfect. Now all we need is weapon oil, howler monkeys and fifty million mosquitoes trying to eat us alive!" As if on cue a bug-zapper in the corner gives a reassuring buzz, and she lifts her drink to invite a toast. "I don't believe I'm actually here, either." A small jut of her chin, "Looking at your scruffy face." Smirk breaks into a full smile, and she savours her first sip.

"Not that I'm complaining, either." Eyes glimmer, because it's true even if she delivers it as a tease, "Though you'd better not let your friend hear that!" She lets her eyebrows waggle, easing back in her seat with lashes lowered, studying that scruffy face anew ... only to burst out a chuckle and a shake of her head.

"Seriously though, of all the fucking gin joints ..." The Casablanca reference ends unfinished - Santi will know what she means. "So when did you leave Colombia? How long has 'settling down' been a thing?"

[offdxty-moved]

"To be honest, I can do without the fifty million mosquitoes; I sure as hell ain't missin' those." Especially since they'd alwas favored poor Santi, with the rest of the crew going through a few bites while he'd gotten seriously messed up most of the time - a man having turned into one big itch on the regular, covering the whole of his poor body, with those fuckers even having bitten his eyelid once! A memory Santiago's not feeling too fond of, but he can laugh about it now - he'd looked like Frankenstein's monster, should've been part of a play or something.

---He chuckles, arches a brow, and at the buzz of an insect getting fried alive, a nod follows - brow rising even higher, clear satisfaction written over sun-kissed features as Santi gestures at the thing, then pulls his own drink close and gives it a bit of a swirl.

"I'll take the weapon oil and the howler monkeys, though. Good times, yeah." Another nod, an expression now softening a bit, smirk changing into a gentle smile; When Thera leans back in her seat, so does Santiago, head tilting, gaze resting upon her form---

"Granted, those monkey were quite annoyin' at times. The constant noise, my god... those guys truly have a pair of lungs to them, huh? I mean, they're called howler monkeys, so... makes sense..."

A pause, a blink, followed by a shake of his head and a sigh...

"Sorry, I'm just... rambling along. It's truly been a while since we last met." And he enjoys thinking of those adventures they've been on together - of them and the others chasing asshole people who'd hunted down innocent animals, protecting the wildlife from poachers of all kinds.

...Things have changed ever since, though - and the very last mission Santi had been on? Had nothing to do with animals whatsoever...

Thera brings it up, in a way - asks about Colombia, how long it has been - and Santiago's smile widens for a moment, accompanied by a shrug, another lift of dark brows.

"---Somewhere around a year?... Actually, it's closer to a year and a half, I think. Damn, some time has passed for sure." Another chuckle, a bottom lip being sucked between his teeth. "Quite fresh still, but also... feels pretty damn long to me. When you're used to being out on the road all the time, it's just... y'know, different, when you settle. Time seems to move a lot slower..."

A moment passes and Santi blinks - as if in thought again - before he's back at the moment, legs crossing, a hand now gesturing at his surprise-guest, gaze trailing along her form for a second time.

"---Alright, but how about you, huh? What have you been up to ever since... everything?" Ever since they stopped hunting down poachers, working for the local police, such things.

[normaltothemax]

The way she straightens, chin lifting, eyes hardening as she meets his gaze, is automatic. Putting on a show of I am not afraid. Puffing up like a cat that tries to appear bigger than it actually is to avoid predators. Because Cass cannot be afraid. She is not allowed to be.

Do not show fear. Do not feel fear. She is strong. She is a weapon, and weapons fear nothing.

But Cass is not there and Will is not her father or his men. She is not a weapon, she is a human. A person, as he so often reminds her. And sometimes, even the strongest of people are afraid. Sometimes, even Will is afraid. That does not mean she has to like that she feels such a thing.

Especially over something as ridiculous as dreams—things that cannot even harm her.

She looks away, not wanting to see whatever it is he will feel once he learns this. The disgust or dismissal or derision. She does not wish to see such things on Will in regards to herself. “Bad dreams,” she eventually admits softly. “Memories. I am fine. Do not need sleep. Not yet.”

[offdxty-moved]

... Will had expected them to be a reason - those dreams that haunt her, pictures of memories that pop up again and again, pull her back to wherever she had been before ending up traveling with him.

He can relate, as said; Nightmares find him on the regular, to this day, no matter how much he tries to distance himself from them. The difference is, however, that William chooses to take them as a form of punishment - what he did many years ago was horrible, and he deserves to suffer from the consequences to this day.

Deserves to suffer from them for the rest of his life.

Cass, however? She does not. While she has done things herself, Will is very sure of it, she'd been trained to become whatever those guys had wanted her to be; A child being morphed into a killer machine, all the innocence having been forcefully removed from a soul that should've played with dolls and blown out birthday candles instead of handling weapons and pain.

---Thing is, she can do little about those nightmares that keep eating away on her during the nights anyways, no matter whether any of what she did is truly her fault or not. It's unfair, truly.

"You wanna watch some Youtube videos?"

The hostel room does not have a TV, but William owns a laptop - and he's got a good internet connection, one that should be suitable for watching whatever that platform has to offer. Maybe it will help her to stay awake for a bit longer - and to have her fall asleep in a smooth, natural drift rather than something forced.

He does that sometimes - just allows some mindless stuff to fill his brain, even though he claims to rarely be interested...

A lift of a brow, the offer stands - and Will leans to the side, reaching for the suitcase on the floor next to him, opening it back up to begin looking for said laptop.

[offdxty-moved]

@therapardalis sent: ❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜ [For Will]

PROMPTS BASED ON WEIRD SHIT ME & MY BF HAVE SAID TO EACH OTHER || accepting

The Casino is filled with people, many of them hoping to leave as a millionaire, chasing the American Dream with hopes and desires that will crush them into bits, eventually. Strips most poor souls bare naked, without any money left, losing everything they'd ever owned in an attempt to own a pool, a mansion, a sports car.

That's just how it is, and yet thousands of souls try to chase it down - the money, the success, the power. Most will never make it, that's why Casinos stay alive, how they make their money and end up basking in glamour and fame.

Heavy-lidded eyes allow themselves to blink slowly, only once; William knows who she is before he even turns his head the slightest bit to be able to glance at her, the woman who's just approached him at the Casino bar. His irises flick over her form for a moment, fingers remaining curled around his drink; He brings it up to his lips, takes a sip of the burning amber, then sets it back down onto the smooth mahogany he's resting his other arm upon.

"---Don't know what you mean."

Will knows, of course he does; She's talking about the last game of Poker, the one she'd been part of but dropped out of after a while. The cards had been in William's favor, he could've won the whole of it---

...Yet had decided to drop out himself, leaving the other guy some of those precious plastic chips, not wanting to strip him as bare as the Casino itself already does. He prefers to win modest anyways - just enough to get by, to allow himself an extra here and there, and that's it.

[normaltothemax]

It takes a bit for him to respond, but that does not bother Cass. It never has. Silence has been a constant companion throughout her entire life—she has never known it to be awkward, in any sense, nor does she feel the need to see it filled unnecessarily. Her words hang there in the air, her declaration exaggerated and ridiculous. Where she picked up such a phrase is anyone’s guess.

When the soft scratching of the pen ceases and Will finally speaks, she shows no signs of listening. She does not move a muscle from where she’d previously collapsed atop her chosen bed. (He wraps everything, but not hers; it does not make sense, but she has not yet cared enough to find the words to ask him why.)

The only indication that she heard him is a grunt a few seconds after he quiets. An eventual leveraging herself back up to sit properly, legs crossed. She scowls at him, hugging a pillow to her chest. “Do not.” A stubborn statement that is fully a lie. Cass is tired. She is exhausted, though she hides it well.

She does not want to sleep.

The bad dreams have returned. She does not wish to revisit so many terrible images behind her closed eyes, and so she will put off sleeping until it is absolutely necessary. “I have been awake longer.” Truth.

Her eyes scan over him quickly, taking in the dry, deadpan, quietly amused indulgence of him. Unimpressed, he says, but not annoyed.

“Yes,” she huffs, rolling her eyes; she is not a child. “Still not sleeping.”

[offdxty-moved]

... Yeah, he's truly ended up traveling with a teenager - a kid, even. An odd mixture of a young adult, a child, someone somewhere in between; William inhales, then exhales, the action itself slow and measured as he tilts his head a bit, an arm draping across the chair's backrest as he keeps looking at Cass - expression as deadpan as before, a little exhausted himself, definitely older than she is.

His age is portraying in his gaze, he's sure about it, accompanied by the weight of his lids and the subtle lift of one brow, lips a straight line, followed by a slow-blink.

---Thing is, as much as Will can take this as her simply being a menace, he somehow suspects there to be more behind it - behind the unwillingness to rest, despite her clearly having reached the stage of being beyond-tired. Cass is forcing herself to remain awake, and it's something the ex-soldier can very much relate to.

"---What are you afraid of?"

A simple question, yet William suspects the answer to either never come, or to be... heavy, in a way. It could be both, really.

[offdxty-moved]

@therapardalis sent: ❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜ [For Santi]

PROMPTS BASED ON WEIRD SHIT ME & MY BF HAVE SAID TO EACH OTHER || accepting

Santi chuckles, feeling awkward; A hand moves to the back of his neck so he can give it a bit of a rub, feeling along the bump of that scar there...

It itches from time to time, yet that's not why he's scratching it at this very moment.

"...---I'm callin' it bein' intellectually flexible." That's... certainly a way to call it, no? Being clever, most of the time, just to... not be clever at others.

Brows lift, a bit of a puppy-dog expression stretching across his features as Santiago purses his lips, then shrugs.

"We've all got our strengths and... weaknesses, I suppose?" ... "---Are you mad?"

[offdxty-moved]

@normaltothemax sent: " i have no bedtime, i am god. " ((Cass @ Will xD))

PROMPTS BASED ON WEIRD SHIT ME & MY BF HAVE SAID TO EACH OTHER || accepting

Will inhales, then exhales. The pen he's holding between his fingers slides along smooth paper to finish that sentence he's been writing into his journal; One more word is being added, a dot following, then he sets said pen to the side and closes the journal shut - the action is followed by him reaching for his almost-empty glass of Whiskey, the rest of the amber liquid being poured into his mouth in a swift motion.

A brief knit of brows at the burn, a swallow, then he's turning on his seat to put the book back into the suitcase he keeps his everyday-belongings within. It's pushed between layers of fabric, the zipper of that suitcase closed after, before he sits back up and - finally - glances over to where that unusual companion of his is curretly lying face down on top of what is her designated bed.

It's the only thing not wrapped into white linen currently, standing out like a sore thumb of sorts, since William wraps up every piece of furtniture whenever he moves into a new hostel room. ... Usually, that is. He does not own enough linen to wrap up a second bed.

"---You're far from being god, kid." Just a matter of fact, followed by a heavy-lidded gaze, unimpressed. "That said, I'm quite sure god also has a bedtime of sorts. You've been up all day, you gotta get some rest eventually."

Will has never wanted to be a dad, he tells himself - well, fate fucked him in the ass, because here he is, being a dad to a girl who is basically a legal adult, yet is not at the same time.

"Did you brush your teeth yet?"

[caffeinatedmemes]

PROMPTS BASED ON WEIRD SHIT ME & MY BF HAVE SAID TO EACH OTHER

" you think the itsy bitsy spider gave a fuck about the rain ? NO. it climbed the spout again. lock in twin. "

" i'm going to have to shit so bad later. "

" he was right, i am a weenie hut jr. "

" my constitution is a 1 because i get tummy aches. "

" can i get smooches on the skibidi toilet ? "

" i'm letting you get away with being this gay because it's pride month. "

" will thy maiden match milord's freak ? "

" what in the hillbilly yeehaw john deer tractor confederate flag is goin on. "

" i kissed you because your breath smells like pumpkin & it smells nice. "

" the fatter the ass, the kinder you are. "

" i believed i was a little german boy. "

" cardi b once said ' broke bitches don't deserve no pussy ' & i live by that. "

" RIP [NAME], THIS IS WHERE THEY DIE. IN THE FROZEN AISLE OF VONS. "

" he's so hot & then wonders why he attracts all these people ??? stop being a whore. "

" for lack of better words, i'm so silly. "

" yeah he's a murderer, he eats people, but look how cute he is right now. "

" devastated. i knew this man was a bottom yet here i am. "

" ayo, i bet his dick is huge. "

" it's okay, trauma makes you hot, baby girl. "

" i was not having a baja blast, but that’s all in the baja past. "

" he's GAY, harold. "

" listen, she's a freak, but only because she knows how to love with her WHOLE PUSSY. "

" bro not to sound like a middle aged white woman but this shit is breathtaking. "

" i kiss all my homies goodnight, that's my ninja way. "

" i have no bedtime, i am god. "

" i love you, say it back. "

" nah bb u fine as hell, just the way you ate them 9 tacos surprised me. "

" life update : the voices are getting louder. "

" imagine having beef with me. i'm just a funny jokester. a silly little guy. you're gonna have beef with a silly little guy ? for shame. "

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

[spikejonzo]

Outfit appreciation - Oscar Isaac as Abel Morales in A Most Violent Year Costume design by Kasia Walicka-Maimone