lord-hutcherbutt:

i love how on tumblr we can all just collectively agree that Tobias Eaton looks like this

ice-ridden:

I’m just going to leave this here.

I’m just going to leave this here.

magnusbayne:

When they finally cast Tobias

Colton Haynes? Drew Roy? WHAT are you doing guys? you’re supposed to be auditioning for the role TOBIAS EATON!!!

come on

save us

~~but who knows? maybe these front runners will be a great tobias eaton~~

fightersofthe2ndmass:

HOW CAN DREW ROY NOT EVEN BE IN THE RUNNING LOOK AT HIM

Fourtris feels

“We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.” {x x}

loversfromdistrictfour:

i imagine tobias coming out of his fear landscape and his instructor turning to him like : FOUR FOR YOU TOBIAS EATON. YOU GO TOBIAS EATON

thesuddenrush:

Always time for sarcasm in a deadly situation.

Peeta Mellark: I'll tell the entire country that you're pregnant.
Jace Wayland: Even if I'm your brother, I'll still want to fuck you.
Edward Cullen: I'll watch you in your sleep and stalk you.
Tobias Eaton: I'll throw knives at your face.
Me: No wonder our generation is so fucked in the head.

“You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you’re small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you’re wrong.”He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he’s transmitting electricity through his skin. “My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press.” he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, “But I resist it.”

“You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you’re small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you’re wrong.”
He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he’s transmitting electricity through his skin.
“My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press.” he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.
His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, “But I resist it.”

❝Tobias steps forward, so Edward’s gun is almost against his throat. “My name is Tobias Eaton,” Tobias says. “I don’t think you want to push me off this train.” The effect of the name on the people in the car is immediate and bewildering: they lower their weapons. They exchange meaningful glances.”

❝Tobias steps forward, so Edward’s gun is almost against his throat. “My name is Tobias Eaton,” Tobias says. “I don’t think you want to push me off this train.” The effect of the name on the people in the car is immediate and bewildering: they lower their weapons. They exchange meaningful glances.”