amityplease:

Tobias: Hey Tris, want to have sex with me?

Tris: 

Tobias: Hey fangirl, want to have sex with me?

Me:  

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“It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.” 

cowardlystiff:

Only Four Fears: Fear #3, Killing

He looks over his shoulder and his voice trails off. A woman stands a few yards away, pointing a gun at us. She is completely still, her features plain—if we walked away right now, I would not remember her. To my right, a table appears. On it is a gun and a single bullet. Why isn’t she shooting us? Oh, I think. The fear is unrelated to the threat to his life. It has to do with the gun on the table. “You have to kill her,” I say softly. “Every single time.” “She isn’t real.” “She looks real.” He bites his lip. “It feels real.” “If she was real, she would have killed you already.” “It’s okay.” He nods. “I’ll just…do it. This one’s not…not so bad. Not as much panic involved.” Not as much panic, but far more dread. I can see it in his eyes as he picks up the gun and opens the chamber like he’s done it a thousand times—and maybe he has. He clicks the bullet into the chamber and holds the gun out in front of him, both hands around it. He squeezes one eye shut and breathes slowly in. As he exhales, he fires, and the woman’s head whips back. I see a flash of red and look away. I hear her crumple to the floor. Four’s gun drops with a thump. We stare at her fallen body. What he said is true—it does feel real. Don’t be ridiculous. I grab his arm. “C’mon,” I say. “Let’s go. Keep moving.” After another tug, he comes out of his daze and follows me.

thebrave-dauntless:

Faction Symbols: Minimalist

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dauntless tattoos

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The New York Times Bestselling Author of Divergent, Veronica Roth.

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