I’VE WAITED FOUR YEARS AND TEN MONTHS TO POST THIS (aired October 1, 2009)
The girl who plays my older daughter, Shailene Woodley, who does such a phenomenal job … unbelievable. If you haven’t seen it, there’s a scene where she cries underwater, which really pisses me off that she can do that shit.” - George Clooney
that bridge has survived a nuclear war and 97 years of weatherit won’t survive m e
no one else dies - e v e r y o n e on that list - e v e r y o n e on that d e a d p o o l
it doesn’t matter if they’re w e n d i g o s or w e r e w o l v e s or w h a t e v e ri’m going to save e v e r y o n e
you come into my house, you disrespect my problematic fave
Together, they stood in a line, watching the dark. Watching it move. A curtain of shadow, and beyond it the utter unknown. It was Alec who spoke, staring, awed, at the moving shadows. The air that blew down the corridor was stinging hot, like pepper thrown into the heart of a fire. “This,” he said, “is the craziest thing we’ve ever done.” “What if we can’t ever come back?” Isabelle said. The ruby around her neck was pulsing, glowing like a stoplight, illuminating her face. “Then at least we’ll be together.” Clary said, and looked around at her companions. She reached out and took Jace’s hand, and Simon’s hand on the other side of her, and held them tight. “We go through together, and on the other side we stay together,” she said, “all right?” None of them answered, but Isabelle took Simon’s other hand and Alec took Jace’s. They all stood for a moment, staring, Clary felt Jace’s hand tighten on hers, a nearly imperceptible pressure. They stepped forward and the shadows swallowed them up.