Finally read Four: A Divergent Story Collection and, of course, it was amazing. Made me fall in love with these little Dauntless rascals all over again. Here’s the drawing of them (because I just had to)
Okay, so I was re-reading Divergent and I got to the place where the simulations started and all of the Dauntless are attacking Abnegation and I noticed this
Excuse me but WHAT?? Are you telling me that Dauntless soldiers were FULLY AWARE OF WHAT WAS GOING ON BUT COULDN’T CONTROL THEIR ACTIONS???
I don’t know how I didn’t register it the first time I read this but….This is so messed up. I mean, imagine, just imagine shooting innocent, unarmed people, c h i l d r e n including, and being unable to do anything to stop yourself.
This is the most horrific/ sad thing in the whole series because, now, just imagine this :
- Will, under simulation, facing Tris, lifting his gun and ready to shoot her, desperately resisting against it but failing
- Will seeing Tris raise her own gun, aiming at him, begging him to stop
- Will hoping Tris would save him, not believing that she would actually shoot him until the very end
- dauntless waking up with blood stained hands, forever feeling guilty for not being able to fight the simulation
- some of them, like Lynn, even coming up with different theories that ‘’Divergence’’ maybe isn’t a thing. because accepting divergents would be like accepting that you’ve become a murdered because you’re brain isn’t working right
- dauntless dealing with PTSD in general; them trying to get on with things but unable to collect themselves, unable to ever raise a weapon again
- some of them completely loosing it after they’re shot for the second time because please not again…
-Marlene falling apart and loosing her ‘childish joy’
- Marlene, fully conscious,walking to her own doom, realizing that Tris won’t save her
- and just all of it. All of it is sad sad sad…
I’m pretty sure there’s plenty of more depressing things connected with this, I’m just too upset to think of them rn. I don’t know why VRoth chose to blatantly ignore this and just continued to carry on with the plot and characters like they haven’t just went through the most traumatic experience of their lives but, huh, it seems like only the main character are able to express any signs of PTSD.
So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
I did, I broke it-
No. No, you didn’t. Uriah?
Don’t look at me. Look at Four.
What? I didn’t break it.
Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
No, it’s not!
If it matters…probably not… Marlene was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Will!
Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Eric.
No. Who broke it?
Eric...Lynn’s been awfully quiet…
[Cut to Eric in another room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Favorite Moment of the Divergent Book: Eric says that Tris is the member number one of Dauntless.
As soon as the word “me” leaves his mouth, the names appear on the screen, which is almost as large as the wall itself. Next to the number one is my picture, and the name “Tris.”
A weight in my chest lifts. I didn’t realize it was there until it was gone, and I didn’t have to feel it anymore. I smile, and a tingling spreads through me. First. Divergent or not, this faction is where I belong.
1. Tris 2. Uriah 3. Lynn 4. Marlene 5. Peter 6. Will 7. Christina
I smile, and Christina reaches across the table to hug me. I am too distracted to protest against the affection. She laughs in my ear.
Rating: M (violence, smut, language, references to abuse and violence)
He was ruthless, cunning and completely committed to protecting his city but her arrival to Dauntless called everything he ever thought he believed into question. Duty and following orders were no longer enough. They both found more than they ever thought possible. They both found something worth fighting for. Eric/OC AU M Tragedy/Romance
The Choosing age has changed twice since Eric and Four joined Dauntless at sixteen. First it went to eighteen and then two years before our story starts it was changed yet again by the orders of Marcus Eaton to the age of twenty. Eric and Four have been members of dauntless for over eight years at the start of the story. The last two years before choosing the dependents were kept to doing faction oriented duties.
Eric Coulter: 24, Dauntless Leader, transferred from Erudite at 16. (Jai Courtney-original cast member)
Kat Prior, 20, Initiate, transferred from Abnegation at 20 (Chloe Grace Moretz)
Chase Oldham, 24, Dauntless Training Instructor/Intel Ops Officer, transferred from Candor at 16 (Liam Hemsworth)
Tris Prior, 20 (almost 21), Initiate, transferred from Abnegation at 20 (Shailene Woodley-original cast member)
Tobias ‘Four’ Eaton, 24, Dauntless Instructor/Control Room Officer, transferred from Abnegation at 16 (Theo James- original cast member)
Zach Godfrey, 25, Dauntless Legal Liaison Officer, transferred from Candor at 16 (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)
Zeke Pedrad, 24, Dauntless Intel/Control Ops Officer, Dauntless-born had choosing at 16 (Charles Michael Davis)
Your best friend Tris announcing that she is pregnant with her husband, Four’s,
Pretend the war never actually happened, so pretty much everyone is still alive…*
You sit in your
apartment with your friends Christina, Will, Uriah, Zeke, Shauna, Marlene, and
Lynn. You were having a dinner party for a few of your close friends and the
only people you were waiting on were the lovely couple, Four and Tris.
hear a knock on your door and you let the two of them in, after a fun filled
dinner Tris spoke up, “Um guys, I-we have an announcement to make.”
She got a
few raised eyebrows, and you and Christina exchanged a glance before you said, “What
is it Tris?”
looks down at her husband who smiles back at her kindly, “I’m pregnant!”
your eyes and Christina squeals, you all stand up, and you and Christina jump
up and down in excitement, “Oh my God Y/N, we’re going to be aunts!”
give Tris a hug and the other congratulate both her and Four.
The rest of
the night is spent helping Tris and Four think of baby names and playing tons
of games, which result in most of you falling asleep in your living room.
A/N: Sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for, but I tried my best!
After Tris died, I think Tobias would move on. But when he died, it would be like Titanic’s ending, Tris is waiting for him along with Uriah, Marlene, Lynn, and everyone else who died. And they would live happily ever after in Heaven.
I had no idea how something like this could have happened.
How could a fun, careless Night, dedicated to the celebration of my best
friend’s birthday turn into something nightmares are made of. No exaggeration.
That was the question I
had to ask myself when I woke up with a pounding headache, in a foreign
apartment, only a sheet covering my otherwise naked body. Not even mentioning
the man with dirty blonde, shaved hair and dermals above his eyebrows that lied
softly snoring beside me. My eyes widened at the sight. I just knew I had to
get out of here as fast and as quiet as humanly possible. So I started silently
wiggling my way out of the bed, frantically searching for my clothes that were
scattered along the kitchen island in the dark apartment, only stopping when I
heard a noise from the bed. Freezing, I turned around, just to find that the
bed`s occupant had shifted onto his side, still peacefully sleeping.
Pulling on my pants and
t-shirt, not bothering with the shoes in my hand I dashed out of the front
door, praying to an unknown force that he would no longer know who he`d spent
the night with.
Lunchtime was a quiet
affair at our otherwise so lively table. I lowered myself in a seat beside my
hungover best friend Belle, who had hosted the fatal party last night and
convinced me Tequila was my new best friend. Thinking about it, I decided both,
the amity transfer and the drink, encouraged me to the seduction of men you
should always stay away from.