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No matter how many miles you have traveled in the wrong direction, you always have the choice to turn around.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

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“Clyde is perhaps the spawn of satan.”

Electrick Children (2012) Dir. Rebecca Thomas

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❛ Ask yourselves who will see us through these dark days? Who will see to it that this land sustains us? Who will drive a spear through the heartsof those that oppose our god? ❜

SENTENCE STARTERS ,   APOSTLE   /   ACCEPTING.

          he’s heard enough. does he make that clear in the hassled shift of his shoulders or his pause? unlikely, as ethan has mastered the art of muting all voices but his own. which alone, with his children gathered to see, begs the question :   how can one man expect to drive a spear through the heart of anything in the name of a god to which he has never listened? joseph can hold his tongue for the sake of his son’s  d i g n i t y , but pride is a starving beast.

          his death has been a topic of conversation far too long. and the question of leadership, no one raised more than his own flesh and blood. when joseph returns to embrace his family once more, they will all have their answer.     ‘   —seven years.   ’     he speaks, and voices of the devoted, scattered throughout the small crowd agree in kind. they know his meaning. they lived it alongside him.     ‘   we each sat in wait and prayer—through fire. through flood and DARKNESS. some,   ’     a hand falls to the shoulder of a gaunt man, not much younger than himself, who clambers to grasp the hold with his own trembling grip,     ‘   with guidance from no one but their own thoughts.   ’ 

          rejoice swells among his flock, a  j o y o u s  noise that still unravels his soul after all these years. with a grin he has not worn since his forties, the father lifts his chin and his free hand toward the sky.     ‘   who do you believe should lead us in the way of the almighty, if not the almighty itself?   ’

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The Judge, since Joseph had left, seems to have taken to following Ethan around instead of dealing with anyone else. It was sort of like dealing with Joseph, except Ethan was more rash and bold. Open to SPEAKING his mind. When the Judge speaks to him, he always raises the mask up SLIGHTLY, only revealing his mouth. "Do you need any help with that?" He'd ask quietly in a gravelly and raspy voice.

@dcputyrook​ // ( always taking asks )           in which ethan pushes away the 1(one) person who cares

They had traveled so far, had searched for so long, andwhen he finally was given the father he never had –– the man was a father toall and none somehow at the same time. Joseph Seed had promised himself to his people, and there was no room for a son when he already had all the sons he needed. It wasn’t fair. His mother hadn’t survived, she’d givenher life so he could grow up in New Eden with his ‘father’. She couldn’t haveknown how absent the man would be, could she? Ethan wonders if she had experiencedthis before she was pregnant, if she had run away because Joseph wasn’t therefor her either. If so, then she had betrayedhim by bringing him back to a place where he could never be happy. Never beloved. It doesn’t surprise him that Joseph eventually leaves, just like everyone else. He smileswhen he does, silently bidding him farewell while fully expecting Joseph to neverreturn.

The northern region was nearly impassable and only withfire and plenty of preparation –– along with the drink –– could someone make itthrough the area. Long ago, he remembers being there with Joseph, beside thetree that was forbidden to him, but he hadn’t gone back since they’d moved tothis land. It seems Joseph had no intention of taking him anywhere near thetree. Perhaps he’d die beneath it and when many years had passed, Ethan could make the journey Joseph had. Alone, and to the tree, where he would take it and be able to fully realize his potential. Until then he had to stay in New Eden and lead the people. Someone had to step in and take care of them. 

The only person who remained, who he remembered from childhood was the Judge.A silent creature who rarely talked by a choice of his own. He seemed attached to theFather, and therefore not worthy of trust –– of caring. Ethan tolerated hispresence but never went out of his way to speak with the man or try to learnmore about his time with Joseph before the Collapse. Unfortunately, the Judge’s hyper fixationon Joseph seemed to have switched to Ethan. Was he as lost a lamb as he seemed tobe without the Father’s shadow to hide within? How pathetic an existence torely on others like that. Ethan doesn’t consider his own reliance on Joseph’sapproval, or how he longed for the kind of acceptance he would never attain. No, he only sees the weakness in others, and not himself, and that makes the Judge worthy of his ire. Not only for how he lingered near Joseph, but for the connection he had with the Father that Ethan did not. A closeness was shared between the pair that anyone could see.

It was remarkably easy to adapt to the Judge’s presence. The manwas rather quiet, and kept to himself even while he trailed after Ethan. He wasn’t a nuisance, and occasionally proved useful. A good skill considering how full Ethan’s hands were in Joseph’s absence. It washard work to protect the people of New Eden while the Highwaymen attained moreland, more power –– the people of Prosperity seemed oblivious or perhapspowerless to stop them. His people did more with bows and arrows than that groupdid with guns and explosives. It was pathetic, and Ethan was at a loss of whereto go. How to stop any further progression from the savage outsiders when theirown supplies were limited. He wasn’t about to sacrifice his people so Prosperitycould take advantage of their goodwill.

He was staring down at a map, acquired from one ofthose people who wore bright yellow and wandered about as though they owned the land when the Judge enters, silent save for the raspy breaths. Ethan sighs at the redmarks indicating outposts held by the Highwaymen and rubs at his forehead. If we had the apple .  .  .

“Do you need anyhelp with that?” A voice that sounds like the aftermath of alandslide. It’s the Judge. Ethan’s fingers splay out across the map, then crunchit up underneath them. “No.” He wasn’tweak. He could do what Joseph had asked of him without relying on somebody likethe Judge. Ethan turns to face him and scowls, “Get out.” The command is bitten out through grit teeth, one handgesturing towards the flap that he’d pinned back so the summer heat was alittle more tolerable. “I said,” andwith that he takes a step towards the Judge, hating him for something he can’tput a name to, “get out.”

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forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

confessions || k.a. (via phrongs)

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Not gonna do a long post going into why, just going to say I don’t know if/when I’ll be around for blogs or discord. 

Finalvlog Deputyscreed Wikibeania Enduringson

Are all blogs I run. Discord will be hit/miss.

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Where were you when I was still kind?

Gregory Alan Isakov, ”Master and a Hound” (via mutantism)

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you don't even look a damn thing like him .

@judges75 // ( always taking asks )           in which jacob seed is a bully

He has been speaking with some of the people,discussing their plans in regards to the Highwaymen. Nothing has changed. Theycontinue to scout out further, kill the Highwaymen on sight and leave thepeople of Prosperity alone. So long as they don’t attack first. Don’t throw the first stone brothers andsisters. They nod their heads in understanding before the group leaves outthe front door, the Judge opening and shutting the gate for them with a softgrunt, then the Father’s shadow walks away, not giving Ethan so much as a second glance in passing. Ethan folds his arms across his chest, one over the other, wary of whatmay happen to them. The Highwaymen had become more violent, and this supposedEden his father had promised his people was turning out to be anything but. Howcould they trust a man that was wrong time after time after ––

Footsteps. Ethan pivots on one foot and turns to facehis uncle. One of them. Not that he’d ever called them uncle, save to drivehome a point or make them uncomfortable. Never Herald. Never by their titlesfrom the old world. That one had burned and with it went their pecking order.Ethan shifts his weight from one foot to the other, eyeing the eldest Seed withan apathetic look that bordered on distaste.

They have a staring contest for a few seconds that feelmuch longer and only breaks when Jacob takes a step closer to stare down hisnose at Ethan. There’s not that much of a height difference between them, andall Ethan has to do is tilt his head back slightly.

“You don’t evenlook a damn thing like him.” Contempt. Don’t belong. It makes his heart twist with anger, seething hatredfor this family that never took him in. That wasn’t really his. Few daredquestion Joseph’s word, especially when it came to Ethan being his son. Theyrespected the old man too much to even gossip about Ethan not truly being his.Why wouldn’t he be? Something dangerous flashes in Ethan’s eyes before hespeaks. “And you? With your red hair andpale skin. Which do you take after? The mother who wasn’t there or the father whoruined you all? Or is it neither?” Ethan’s voice is calm and level, but the words are sharpas a knife. He tilts his head to the side, gives Jacob the same evaluating lookhe’d just given Ethan.

“Watch yourtongue Uncle. This pettiness is unbecoming for a supposed brother of Joseph.” Hiseyes widen in mock concern for him before he steps back and turns, shows hisback to Jacob –– how the man doesn’t frighten him. When his face is blocked from view, his expressionfalls. There’s a flurry of emotions there. Distress, longing, sadness. He takes quick steps that lead him towards Joseph, in desperate need of validation –– oftalking to him about this, but when he crests the hill he sees the man with theJudge standing near and a group of the people surrounding him.

The sadness is gone in an instant, jealousy andirritation taking its place as he scowls at the scene. Of course Joseph was toobusy being everyone’s Father. Nothing ever changed with the man and nothing ever would.Ethan changes direction, going to his home to grab his bag, to get his things.

He was leaving.

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Holy water cannot help you now Thousand armies couldn’t keep me out I don’t want your money I don’t want your crown See I’ve come to burn your kingdom down

Seven Devils, Florence and the Machine (via tea-alchemist)

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ethan is broken, joseph. confused. give him to me and i can help him.

          HE IS UNDER NO FALSE ILLUSION THAT HIS SON WILL ever be anything other than the brooding shadow of greed. ethan’s teeth were made to tear the flesh from his own humanity one romanticized  c o m p l a i n t  at a time, and all they feed is the growing chasm of his own soul, much too deep to fill with anything that isn’t love. but in the journey to find the father, his father, and the wake of his mother’s death, far be it from him to feel anything but hatred and envy. joseph has known this from the start—since before the day his son swore upon a future grave that he would pry exactly what he wanted from the father’s dead hands before the corpse runs cold.

                    his life before collapse was built around the SIN OF MAN ;                      this is no different.

          ‘   he isn’t broken,   ’     and with his whole being, joseph believes that. not through naivety or senility, but through a waning faith in mankind, he believes it.     ‘   he had no childhood, john, no home. and his  f a t h e r …   ’     the words fall neglected between them. but isn’t that fitting? though he may try to be there, to shape his son into the heir for which he had always hoped, to spend what precious time they could together, it will never be enough to sate ethan’s need for more. perhaps atonement could help ;  more likely, it will only serve to drive that wedge further between them. there is no winning this fight.     ‘   ETHAN IS LOST. surely you, of all people, can understand that.   ’

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