I am his, and he is mine.

justpiercetheveilalready:

i love the feeling of listening to new music and you really like it from the first listen and you just

dude

just started reading city of bones. must steer clear of the mortal instruments tag from now on.

dauntless-tobias4eaton:

[until-youbreak asked: 2) Divergent- when Tris thought Four was not Divergent, when she touched his hands and he finally grabbed her (like she thought he was under the simulation too)

“I take the next hand without looking at it, and climb as gracefully as I can into the car.
I stand facing the person who helped me. My eyes twitch up, just for a second, to see his face. Tobias, as blank-faced as the rest of them. Was I wrong? Is he not Divergent? Tears spark behind my eyes, and I blink them back as I turn away from him.
People crowd into the car around me, so we stand in four rows, shoulder-to-shoulder. And then something peculiar happens: fingers lace with mine, and a palm presses to my palm. Tobias, holding my hand.
My entire body is alive with energy. I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. He is awake. I was right.”

—Divergent||Ch. 33; p.420

ooc: in which i am really proud of this drabble and if you guys just want Fourtris feels, just ‘read more’ and skip to the ending please

I wake up to the sound of footsteps echoing outside in the hallway. It’s the middle of the night; what the hell is going on? I get dressed quickly and put on my shoes before opening the door slightly, peeking outside. Confusion and concern hit me at once at the sight of Dauntless people up and walking almost in unison—as if someone’s controlling them. My hand subconsciously reaches up to my neck where I was injected with the “tracking device”. My eyes widen when I realize that it wasn’t a tracking device, but a control serum. My hands curl up into fists in frustration and anger. I should’ve known! 

Then how come I’m not acting like one of them? Oh, right. It’s because I’m Divergent. 

And Tris is, too.

Tris! She suddenly comes to mind and I realize that I have to find her—I need to. She’ll be awake, she has to be. If she’s Divergent, she won’t be a mindless sleepwalker. But how will I find her? 

I have no choice but to act like the other Dauntless. I join the line and get in step, looking ahead with a blank face and matching my arm swings with theirs. Though I appear stoic on the outside, inside I’m worried. Many thoughts run through my mind: where’s Tris? What’s going on? What are we doing? Why? 

I continue to follow the others. We make our way to the Pit, and I notice Max out of my peripherals. He’s watching over everyone, awake. If he’s awake, Eric must be, too. My fists clench up tighter and it takes almost everything in me to keep my face blank.  As we pass by the Dauntless leader, I thought I saw a girl with blonde hair. My mind screams, Tris! but she was gone within a second, lost in the endless sea of black as we climb up a flight of stairs. I try to stay on step with the others while trying to take another glimpse at the short, blonde-haired girl. 

We eventually approach rows of tables with hundreds of guns laid across them. I try to keep my face emotionless and straight as I begin to worry. With all the Dauntless armed and mindless—no, controlled—it’ll be madness. There will be blood. I have a feeling that innocent people will lose their lives. We’re all set to kill, to murder. But who?

The Abnegation. With the Erudite serum controlling the Dauntless faction, it’s obvious that the Abnegation is the main target. 

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masasexual:

marciewantsthev:

masasexual:

Imagine that you’re awkwardly sitting there at a formal dance when suddenly you see a hand extended towards you.  ”May I have this dance?” they ask.  You look up, and find that it’s your favorite character.

Imagine that favorite character then fucking you so hard that night that you don’t think you’ll be able to stand the next morning.

yuppadupp:

thewholockgames:

districteverthorne:

what if someone wrote a book and the plot was basically amazing and the characters were awesome and at the end of the book, you’re dying to know what happens, all you see is a ripped page and the author actually did it on purpose and you’ll never know what happens because all the other published copies are like that too

calm down satan

Time to play a new game:
Make sure John Green doesn’t find the thing

-tobias-eaton:

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