thesuddenrush:

Always time for sarcasm in a deadly situation.

thesuddenrush:

Always time for sarcasm in a deadly situation.


❝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.

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Tobias Eaton → quotes

fourevertris:

“I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.”

fourevertris:

“I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.”

feyaso:

I made this on fourtris day! 8D goodgod I love this couple so much <3
scene when Tris was high on peace serum -w- 

THIS DRAWING. THIS SCENE. PURE PERFECTION.

feyaso:

I made this on fourtris day! 8D goodgod I love this couple so much <3

scene when Tris was high on peace serum -w- 

THIS DRAWING. THIS SCENE. PURE PERFECTION.

Insurgent....  

odairling:

- Tobias Eaton

odairling:

- Tobias Eaton


He frowns at me. “Say it again.”
“Tobias,” I say, “I love you.”

He frowns at me. “Say it again.”

“Tobias,” I say, “I love you.”

mrs-ivashkov-eaton:

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE TOBIAS AND TRIS.
Exactly. 
And one step better: We saw them at the Santa Monica Pier, in line for the FERRIS WHEEL, which is how we got them behind a green screen.
Just…. Hkjhkfnkjnsjdkh.

OH LORD. THEY&#8217;RE PERFECT.

mrs-ivashkov-eaton:

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE TOBIAS AND TRIS.

Exactly. 

And one step better: We saw them at the Santa Monica Pier, in line for the FERRIS WHEEL, which is how we got them behind a green screen.

Just…. Hkjhkfnkjnsjdkh.

OH LORD. THEY’RE PERFECT.

500daysofsassy:

Insurgent by Veronica Roth

His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. “What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too.” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”