Beatrice was a girl I saw in stolen moments at the mirror, who kept quiet at the dinner table. This is someone whose eyes claim mine and don’t release me; this is Tris.
Ok, this is my first follow forever so be nice please…
I know that I follow so many blogs that they don’t follow me back, but i’m fine. If you’re in this Follow Forever it’s because you’re my favorite, you’re always in my dash, you’re pretty cool, you have a blog that I love and you made my year. Thank you and I love you ! Merry Christmas everybody ! xx.
ABCD; capital, awh4rry, deepinthemeadow, merryprior, andstays, cityofmaxonschreave, divergiants, city-of-divergents, dievrgent
EFGHI; flawlessbieber, i-am-a-sugarcube, freetheinnocents, heeronstairs, eatonlightwoods, four-ripped-his-clothes-off, izzyightwood, fourc4kes, hawtorned, 50shadesoftobias, fourrr, everlarkers, frostingpeetaswounds
JKLMN;mullingarpunk, neverlaund, mileyhcyrus, dearmariez, lovingeverlark, noahfoshaw, killorders, katnisssclaus, munies, melark, jen7waters, mockingjayy, mynameisfour, mellarkish, fimickodair, ladyofshadows,
OPQR; peetahales, runnieundies, rednosedylan, penrvnyoung, perceusj, ppercy
STW; towbias, sunsetmellark, thedauntlessleader, tobiasherondale, tessgrays, wicked-crank, tobieseaton, trispriors, weliveandbreathewords, triedtoforget, savesthedays, thehuntersrune, welcometothecityofb0nes, strippingjohanna, slowsdownss
XYZ; youarethekey, yourgold
Imagine: Tobias never left Abnegation because his father never hurt him again, actually Marcus is a good father nowadays, Tris and Caleb never switched factions, even though they don’t feel entirely selfless, they love their way of living and admire it. Tris meets Tobias in the Abnegation…
*glimmer voice* yes caesar, i am VERY prepared [teacher hands me test] *johanna mason voice* FUCK THAT.
*gale voice* you can do it you know, study, do well on the test
*katniss voice* i wouldn’t last 5 minutes
[studies for 5 minutes] *haymitch voice* i need some liquor
Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snake-like face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
entry for the great dueling challenge