#carvesin

i’m gonna tell daddy joe :/

So what is his type! >:)

ALEX JUST LET US WOO YOU

“Step one! Bring me coffee. 

  Step two! Reliable Wi-Fi. 

  Step three! Anyone but John Seed doing these things! 

MEME.  MEME TAG.  INBOX.  ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! @carvesin

there’s panic when john is brought to the compound. but not from joseph— rarely does anything manage to pierce his serenity, even the near death of his youngest, most precious brother. because while his children call john’s survival miraculous, joseph knew the moment he survived the crash. this was a test. this was God’s plan. hell may have licked at the feet of the seed family, but God would not let john be taken. not yet. the seeds will not perish so long as there’s work to be done.

            “bring him here. bring him to me,” he calls. the father doesn’t raise his voice; he doesn’t need to. the hallowed walls of the compound’s church carry his words further than he ever could. 

they set his brother before him. the stretcher juts oddly out over both ends of the bed, and joseph can see where his children had already tended to his injuries— some of his heavier clothes had been swapped out, though blood stains his skin in odd triangles where it had soaked through the fabric. one of his arms is in a sling.

he clasps his brother’s free hand in his own, leaning his forehead against it. the beads of his rosary press into bloodied flesh.

Sharp gasp, eyes bugging in the sockets. Ethan’s hands shoot to John’s wrist and tug, but to no avail. A grunt as he still tries to pull the offending instrument away.

“Is this–” He wheezes, and chokes up blood. Hmm, fuck. “–because I said, ‘Oh John’ sucks ass? Because it fucking does.”

yikes,  dude.  @carvesin​

  my mate, who repeatedly made moves on me despite...

no but really lemme fight his dumb ass

the 100 / accepting! / @carvesin. 

surprise flickers over her face, but is quickly replaced by warmth. when she first became part of the family, something as simple as her brother protecting her might have brought tears to her eyes. but now, years later and loved, faith simply slides her arm around his waist, leaning her head against his chest for a moment before she takes a deep breath, smile turning sharp as she addresses the anybodies in question with a final squeeze to his hand. she only hopes that he can feel the gratitude, that he can feel how much he means to her. she never had a family that wanted her to be okay, that wanted to keep her safe. her parents watched her spiral into hell like she was a butterfly set ablaze. having her brothers, out of everything, is still the best thing that eden’s gate --- that god ever gave her. 

stepping forward on her own, faith laces her fingers together behind her back, rising up and down on her toes.