από anthian9 Τετ Ιουν 01, 2011 3:10 pmΠαιδιά είναι οφφίσιαλ.
Just gonna stand there and watch me cry
Just gonna stand there and watch me cry
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anthian9- Member of Order Of Merlin 1st
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♩ - ♫
Warriors don't show their heart
until the axe reveals it.
until the axe reveals it.
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Today's thought:
Μπήκα πριν λίγο στο imdb και στο message board της ταινία επικρατεί χάος και υστερία. Μέχρι και petition έφτιαξαν για να διώξουν τον JCB 
Γιατί τόσο κλάμα; Αφού και η ίδια η Clare είπε ότι της άρεσε, η δική της η γνώμη θα έπρεπε να επικρατεί
Γιατί τόσο κλάμα; Αφού και η ίδια η Clare είπε ότι της άρεσε, η δική της η γνώμη θα έπρεπε να επικρατεί
.
Θέλεις μπουντρούμια; Πάμε.
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Today's thought: “Don't take me home until I'm drunk. Very drunk indeed!”♥
Nα σας πω την αλήθεια, λιγότερο με ενοχλεί αυτός απο την Κόλινς.
Και για να το είπε η Clare παιδιά, θα είναι καλός.
Ας εμπιστευτούμε το άτομο που έγραψε αυτά τα βιβλία που όλοι λατρεύουμε.
Και για να το είπε η Clare παιδιά, θα είναι καλός.
Ας εμπιστευτούμε το άτομο που έγραψε αυτά τα βιβλία που όλοι λατρεύουμε.
Soooooo happy.
- :.:
Only entropy comes easy.
anthian9- Member of Order Of Merlin 1st
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Today's thought:
Δεν κατάλαβα...; Φυσικά η γνώμη της μετράει, αλλά δεν σημαίνει ότι θα επικρατεί κιόλας επειδή είναι η συγγραφέα. Οι φανς διαφωνούν στην πλειοψηφία.Hecate έγραψε:η δική της η γνώμη θα έπρεπε να επικρατεί
Eloise Prewett έγραψε:
Ας εμπιστευτούμε το άτομο που έγραψε αυτά τα βιβλία που όλοι λατρεύουμε.
Και πάλι, δεν είπαμε ως δεν την εμπιστευόμαστε ότι έπαιξε καλά. we can't picture him.
♩ - ♫
Warriors don't show their heart
until the axe reveals it.
until the axe reveals it.
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Today's thought: Somebody mixed my medicine. :S
Παιδιά δεν μπορώ.
C. Addicts for the win.
anthian9- Member of Order Of Merlin 1st
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Today's thought:
Γυναικοφέρνει κάπως, δεν μου κολλάει καθόλου.
♩ - ♫
Warriors don't show their heart
until the axe reveals it.
until the axe reveals it.
Madame Maxime- Αστρονόμος
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Today's thought: Somebody mixed my medicine. :S
Βέβαια πρέπει να δούμε πως παίζει αλλά... δεν μου κάνει για Jace.
C. Addicts for the win.
anthian9- Member of Order Of Merlin 1st
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Today's thought:
EW.
♩ - ♫
Warriors don't show their heart
until the axe reveals it.
until the axe reveals it.
Berenice- Εβδομοετής στην Σχολή
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Today's thought: well behaved women rarely make history
“
I have seen his audition tape. They sent it to me because they were so impressed with it, and they wanted to get my feedback. People have been asking me what scene he filmed. The answer is a bunch of different scenes. He did scenes where he had to be funny. He did scenes where he had to be romantic. He did scenes where he had to be angry and badass and he pulled the all of amazingly.
He auditioned with Lily, and he and Lily had incredible chemistry that sort of blazed off the scene. Iʼm just sitting here watching this on my computer, and you know, he was not the only person theyʼve ever sent me to look at. Iʼve gotten lots of headshots and this and that, and Iʼm watching the audition and I literally started crying because that was my Jace and Clary on the screen. And itʼs an incredible feeling to see that even as an audition. This is amazing. He was snarky funny where he needed to be snarky funny, and he was badass where he needed to be badass. And he and Lily were incredible together.
In fact, after all the auditions, because sheʼs done auditions with a bunch of different actors, she wrote to the head of the studio, Clint Culpepper of Screen Gems, and she was like, ʽItʼs Jamie. Itʼs gotta be Jamie.ʼ He told me that, this was before he had seen the audition, he told me that he wrote back and he was like, ʽHeʼs a rock star hipster kind of guy. Do you think he can be a badass warrior-dude, as well?ʼ And she wrote back and said, ʽThat is Jace standing there. When you watch the audition youʼll see what I see.ʼ
”
—
Cassandra Clare on Jamie Campbell Bower getting the role of Jace Wayland
I have seen his audition tape. They sent it to me because they were so impressed with it, and they wanted to get my feedback. People have been asking me what scene he filmed. The answer is a bunch of different scenes. He did scenes where he had to be funny. He did scenes where he had to be romantic. He did scenes where he had to be angry and badass and he pulled the all of amazingly.
He auditioned with Lily, and he and Lily had incredible chemistry that sort of blazed off the scene. Iʼm just sitting here watching this on my computer, and you know, he was not the only person theyʼve ever sent me to look at. Iʼve gotten lots of headshots and this and that, and Iʼm watching the audition and I literally started crying because that was my Jace and Clary on the screen. And itʼs an incredible feeling to see that even as an audition. This is amazing. He was snarky funny where he needed to be snarky funny, and he was badass where he needed to be badass. And he and Lily were incredible together.
In fact, after all the auditions, because sheʼs done auditions with a bunch of different actors, she wrote to the head of the studio, Clint Culpepper of Screen Gems, and she was like, ʽItʼs Jamie. Itʼs gotta be Jamie.ʼ He told me that, this was before he had seen the audition, he told me that he wrote back and he was like, ʽHeʼs a rock star hipster kind of guy. Do you think he can be a badass warrior-dude, as well?ʼ And she wrote back and said, ʽThat is Jace standing there. When you watch the audition youʼll see what I see.ʼ
”
—
Cassandra Clare on Jamie Campbell Bower getting the role of Jace Wayland
“You know, Evans, sooner or later youʼre going to have to make up your mind, whether you like me or hate me.”
“Believe me, Iʼve made up my mind.” (x)
anthian9- Member of Order Of Merlin 1st
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Today's thought:
- WHATTHEACTUALFUCK:
- “I donʼt do false reassurances,” Izzy said, and pushed the tequila bottle away from her. Her eyes, on Jordan, were lively and dark. “Come here, werewolf boy.”
-City of Lost Souls teaser
♩ - ♫
Warriors don't show their heart
until the axe reveals it.
until the axe reveals it.
Jace Wayland- Αστρονόμος
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Today's thought: Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close.
What an anomalara! 
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Today's thought: “Don't take me home until I'm drunk. Very drunk indeed!”♥
Άσχετο,άσχετο, αλλά μόλις χθες έλαβα το CoFA ( 
)
Bloody hell, είναι τόσο θεϊκό.
Δεν έχω διαβάσει ακόμα πολύ(μόνο μεχρι την 200+) γιατί έχω εξετάσεις(ντααχ
) αλλά θέλω μόλις το τελειώσω να σχολιάσω ΟΠΩΣΔΗΠΟΤΕ 
A demain λοιπόν!
) Bloody hell, είναι τόσο θεϊκό.
Δεν έχω διαβάσει ακόμα πολύ(μόνο μεχρι την 200+) γιατί έχω εξετάσεις(ντααχ
) αλλά θέλω μόλις το τελειώσω να σχολιάσω ΟΠΩΣΔΗΠΟΤΕ A demain λοιπόν!
Soooooo happy.
- :.:
Only entropy comes easy.
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Today's thought: “Don't take me home until I'm drunk. Very drunk indeed!”♥
ΤΟ ΤΕΛΕΙΩΣΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑ.
(Πριν 2 μέρες,αλλα νο ίντερνετ,νο χάνεη )
Εεε αυτά είχα να παρατηρησω.
Και το επικό, can I touch your mango?
Ποιος περιμένει μέχρι τον Μάρτιο?
(Πριν 2 μέρες,αλλα νο ίντερνετ,νο χάνεη
)- Σπόιλερ:
- Και πάνω που έλεγα οτι έχει χάππυ εντ, μου πετάγεται αυτός ο βλάκας και μιλάει στο μυαλουδάκι του. Ε οχι ρε, ας καθόσουν στο φερετράκι σου σαν τη Χιονάτη, τι ξυπνούσες . Σεμπάστιαν, βλάκαααα!
Βασικά δεν κατάλαβα τι έγινε με την Καμίλ ακριβώς, δλδ αυτή δούλευε για την Λίλιθ?
Και εξαφανίστηκε! Γιατί?
Λατρεια οι τσακωμοι Μάγκνους-Άλεκ!
Εεε αυτά είχα να παρατηρησω.
Και το επικό, can I touch your mango?
Ποιος περιμένει μέχρι τον Μάρτιο?
Soooooo happy.
- :.:
Only entropy comes easy.
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Χάφλπαφ
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Today's thought: My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice
- Σπόιλερ:
- Ό,τι στοίχημα η ανακρήτρια ήθελε να πει στον Τζέις ότι δεν είναι αδερφός της Κλέρι!
(Όχι το City of Fallen Angels αφού δεν έχω διαβάσει το City of Glass)
“Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”
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Today's thought:
Πήρα την Πόλη των Οστών.Διάβασα το πρώτο κεφάλαιο και φαίνεται ενδιαφέρον..Αύριο το συνεχίζω..
Nearly Headless Nick- Ministry's Ambassador
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Magical Identity
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Today's thought: My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice
Βγήκε η πόλη των έκπτωτων αγγέλων κι ο κουρδιστ΄ς άγγελος
“Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”
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Today's thought: Touching the starlight....
Διάβασα τον Κουρσιτό άγγελο στα αγγλικά. ΝΟμίζω ότι γράφει καλύτερα στη σειρά των Infernal Devices η Κλερ.Λογικά σήμερα θα αγοράσω το CoFA.
Α, και αγαπάμε Γουίλιαμ Χεροντέιλ και Τζεμ Καρστέαρς.
Α, και αγαπάμε Γουίλιαμ Χεροντέιλ και Τζεμ Καρστέαρς.
you were there for me on the days I rained nothing but pain yet when you left I became a hurricane and you are no where to be found
- something hidden...:
I love you, Onee-chan
Ravenclaw Fiction Team
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Magical Identity
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Blood Status: Muggle born
Today's thought: My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice
Παίζει κι ο Μάγκνους στο clockwork angel?
“Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?”
Jace Wayland- Αστρονόμος
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Today's thought: Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close.
Τελιωσα το τεταρτο.ΕΙΝΑΙ ΔΥΝΑΤΟΝ?ΕΙΝΑΙ ΔΥΝΑΤΟΟΟΟΟΟΟΟΟΟΝ?
anthian9- Member of Order Of Merlin 1st
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Today's thought:
Και όμως είναι δυνατόν. Εγώ ακόμη χτυπάω το κεφάλι μου στον τοίχο.
- Σπόιλερ:
- Και πολύ φοβάμαι πως ο Τζέις θα ξενοκοιτάει πολύ στο CoLS λόγω του υπέροχου δαιμονικού αδερφούλη του!-.-
♩ - ♫
Warriors don't show their heart
until the axe reveals it.
until the axe reveals it.
Jace Wayland- Αστρονόμος
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Blood Status: Pureblood
Today's thought: Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close.
- Σπόιλερ:
- Εκνευριζομαι ρε γαμωτο!Εκει που πεθανε η Λιλιθ λεω ενταξει τωρα τι αλλο θα μας κανουν? Αλλα ελεος!Και δεν γινεσαι ζωντανος με δαγκωμα!Με το αιμα του βρικολακα γινεσαι ελεος!
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Today's thought:
- Σπόιλερ:
- Είχε δυναμώσει ρε, ο ΗΛΙΘΙΟΣΟΒΛΑΚΑΣΤΟΝ ΜΙΣΩΤΟΝΜΙΣΩ~
Ακολουθούν άπειρα σπόιλερ για τους τολμηρούς.
THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS
Manor Scene, CoG, Jace's POV:
- Σπόιλερ:
- Later, Jace would remember little about the destruction of the Manor itself, the shattering apart of the only home heʼd known until he was ten years old. He remembered only the fall from the library window, scrambling and rolling down over the grass, and catching hold of Clary, spinning her down and under him, covering her with his body while pieces of the Manor rained down around them like hail.
He could feel her breathing, feel the racing of her heart. He was reminded of his falcon, the way it had curled, blind and trusting, in his hand, the rapidity of its heartbeat. Clary was holding him by the front of the shirt, though he doubt she realized it, her face against his shoulder; he was desperately afraid that there wasnʼt enough of him, that he couldnʼt cover her completely, protect her entirely. He imagined boulders as big as elephants tumbling across the rocky ground, ready to crush them both, to crush her. The ground shuddered under them and he pressed harder against her, as if that might help somehow. It was magical thinking, he knew, like closing your eyes so you didnʼt see the knife coming at you.
The roar had faded. He realized to his surprise that he could hear again: small things, the sound of birds, the air in the trees. Claryʼs voice, breathless. “Jace — I think you dropped your stele somewhere.”
He drew back and stared down at her. She met his gaze steadily In the moonlight her green eyes could have been black. Her red hair was full of dust, her face streaked with soot. He could see the pulse in her throat. He said the first thing that he could think of, dazed, “I donʼt care. As long as youʼre not hurt.”
“Iʼm fine.” She reached up, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair; his body, super-sensitized by adrenalin, felt it like sparks against his skin. “Thereʼs grass — in your hair,” she said.
There was worry in her eyes. Worry for him. He remembered the first time heʼd kissed her, in the greenhouse, how heʼd finally gotten it, finally understood the way someoneʼs mouth against yours could undo you, leave you spinning and breathless. That all the expertise in the world, any techniques you knew or had learned, went out the window when it was the right person you were kissing.
Or the wrong one.
“You shouldnʼt touch me,” he said.
Her hand froze where it was, her palm against his cheek. “Why not?”
“You know why. You saw what I saw, didnʼt you? The past, the angel. Our parents.”
Her eyes darkened. “I saw.”
“You know what happened.”
“A lot of things happened, Jace —”
“Not for me.” The words breathed out on an anguished whisper. “I have demon blood, Clary. Demon blood. You understood that much, didnʼt you?”
She set her chin. He knew how much she disliked the suggestion that she hadnʼt understood something, or didnʼt know it, or didnʼt need to know it. He loved that about her and it drove him out of his mind. “It doesnʼt mean anything. Valentine was insane. He was just ranting —”
“And Jocelyn? Was she insane? I know what Valentine was trying to do. He was trying to create hybrids — angel/human, and demon/human. Youʼre the former, Clary, and Iʼm the latter. Iʼm part monster. Part everything Iʼve tried so hard to burn out, to destroy.”
“Itʼs not true. It canʼt be. It doesnʼt make sense—”
“But it does.” How could she not understand? It seemed so obvious to him, so basic. “It explains everything.”
“You mean it explains why youʼre such an amazing Shadowhunter? Why youʼre loyal and fearless and honest and everything demons arenʼt —”
“It explains,” he said, evenly, “why I feel the way I do about you.”
Breath hissed between her teeth. “W do you mean?”
“Youʼre my sister,” he said, “My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you —” he choked on the words— “to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do to you exactly what I want to do to you.”
He heard her breath catch. She was still staring up at him, and though he had expected to see horror in her eyes, some sort of revulsion — for he didnʼt think heʼd ever stated so clearly or so tactlessly exactly how he felt — he saw nothing of the sort. He saw only searching curiosity, as if she were examining the map of some unknown country.
Almost absently, she let her fingers trail down his cheek to his lips, outlining the shape of his mouth with the tip of her index finger, as if she were charting a course. There was wonder in her eyes. He felt his heart turn over and his body, ever traitorous, respond to her touch.
“What is it, exactly, that you want to do to me?” she whispered.
He could not stop himself. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear: “I could show you.”
He felt her tremble, but despite the shiver in her body, her eyes challenged him. The adrenaline in his blood, mixed with desire and the recklessness of despair, made his blood sing. Iʼll show her, he thought. Half of him was convinced she would push him away. The other half was too full of Clary: her nearness, the feel of her against him — to think straight. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered, and when she said nothing, he brushed his lips against her hollow of her temple. “Or now.” His mouth found her cheek, the line of her jaw: he tasted her skin, sweet-salty, dust and desire. “Or now.” His mouth traced the line of her jaw and she arched up into him, making his fingers dig into the ground. Her small, panting breaths were driving him crazy, and he put his mouth over hers to quiet her, whispering, telling, not asking: “Now.”
And he kissed her. Gently at first, testing, but suddenly her hands were fists in the back of his shirt, and her softness was pressed against his chest and he felt the solid earth give way under him as he fell. He was kissing her the way heʼd always wanted to, with a wild and total abandon, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth to duel with hers, and she was just as bold as he was, tasting him, exploring his mouth. He reached for the buttons of her coat just as she bit lightly at his lower lip and his whole body jerked.
She put her hands over his, and for a moment he was afraid she was going to tell him to stop, that this was insane, theyʼd both hate themselves tomorrow. But: “Let me,” she said, and he went still as she calmly undid the buttons and the coat fell open. The shirt she was wearing underneath was nearly sheer, and he could see the shape of her body underneath: the curves of her breasts, the indentation of her waist, the flare of her hips. He felt dizzy. Heʼd seen this much of other girls before, of course he had, but it had never mattered.
And now nothing else mattered.
She lifted her arms up, her head thrown back, pleading in her eyes. “Come back,” she whispered. “Kiss me again.”
He made a noise he didnʼt think heʼd ever made before and fell back against her, into her, kissing her eyelids, lips, throat, the pulse there — his hands slid under her flimsy shirt and onto the heat of her skin. He was pretty sure all the blood had left his brain as he fumbled at the clasp of her bra — which was ridiculous, what was the point of being a Shadowhunter and expert at everything if you couldnʼt figure out the clasp on a bra? — and heard his own soft exhalation as it came free and his hands were on her bare back, the fragile shape of her shoulder blades under his palms. Somehow the little noise she made was more erotic than seeing anyone else naked had ever been.
Her hands, small and determined, were at the hem of his shirt, tugging it off. He pushed hers up, around her ribs, wanting more of their skin to be touching. So this was the difference, he thought. This was what being in love meant. Heʼd always prided himself on his technique, on having control, on the response he could elicit. But that required evaluation, and evaluation required distance, and there was no distance now. He wanted nothing between himself and Clary.
His hands found the waistband of her jeans, the shape of her hipbones. He felt her fingers on his bare back, her the tips finding his scars and tracing them lightly. He wasnʼt sure she knew she was doing it, but she was rolling her hips against his, making him shaky, making him want to go too fast. He reached down and fitted her more firmly against him, aligning her hips with his, and felt her gasp into his mouth. He thought she might pull away, but she slung her leg over his hip instead, pulling him even closer. For a second, he thought he might pass out.
“Jace,” she whispered. She kissed his neck, his collarbone. His hands were on her waist, moving up over her ribcage. Her skin was amazingly soft. She raised herself up as he slipped his hands under her bra, and kissed the star-shaped mark on his shoulder. He was about to ask her if what he was doing was all right when she drew back from him sharply, with an exclamation of surprise. . .
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“What is it?” Jace froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. It was this.” She touched the silver chain around his neck. On its end hung a small silver circle of metal. It had bumped against her when sheʼd leaned forward. She stared at it now.
That ring—the weather-beaten metal with its pattern of stars—she knew that ring.
The Morgenstern ring. It was the same ring that had gleamed on Valentineʼs hand in the dream the angel had showed them. It had been his, and he had given it to Jace, as it had always been passed along, father to son.
“Iʼm sorry,” Jace said. He traced the line of her cheek with his fingertip, a dreamlike intensity in his gaze. “I forgot I was wearing the damn thing.”
Sudden cold flooded Claryʼs veins. “Jace,” she said, in a low voice. “Jace, donʼt.”
“Donʼt what? Donʼt wear the ring?” “No, donʼt—donʼt touch me. Stop for a second.”
Dirty Sexy Club Scene, CoLS:
- Σπόιλερ:
- Now keep in mind a version of this does still exist in the books, but it is much less . . . well. You'll see. I wrote this in Mexico, probably having had too much mezcal, and I was trying to capture a mood of really dark, tipping over the edge sensuality, doing things that are probably a bad idea, you get the picture. I also recall reading bits of this aloud to Holly Black, Paolo Bacigalupi, Ellen Kushner, Sarah Rees Brennan, and Delia Sherman, who never dropped her knitting. So it can't be that naughty...can it?
I think for those who really hate spoilers you might want to avoid this because the things about it that may be the most shocking are not the sexy bits but the beginning....
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"What's going on?" It was Jace, having fought his way free of the pack of dancers. More of the shimmering stuff had gotten on him, silver drops clinging to the gold of his hair. "Clary?"
"Sorry," she said, getting to her feet. "I got lost in the crowd."
"I noticed," he said. "One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone." He took Clary's hand, lightly ringing her wrist with his fingers. "Do you want to go home? Or dance some more?"
"Dance some more," she said, breathlessly. "Is that all right?"
"Go ahead." Sebastian leaned back, his hands braced behind him on the fountain's edge, his smile like the edge of a straight razor. "I don't mind watching."
Something flashed across Clary's vision: the memory of a bloody handprint. It was gone as soon as it had come and she frowned. The night was too beautiful to think of ugly things. She looked back at her brother only for a moment before she let Jace lead her back through the crowd to its edge, near the shadows, where the press of bodies was lighter. Another ball of colored light burst above their heads as they went, scattering silver, and she tipped her head up, catching the salt-sweet drops on her tongue.
Jace stopped and swung her toward him. She could feel the silver liquid trickling down her face like tears. He pulled her against him and kissed them, as if he were kissing tears away, and his lips were warm on her face and made her shiver. She reached for the zip on his army jacket, ripped it down, slid her hands inside and over the cotton of his shirt, then under the hem, her nails scratching lightly over his ribs. He stopped and cupped the back of her neck with his hand, leaning to whisper in her ear. Neither of them could be said to be dancing any more: the hypnotic music went on around them, but Clary barely noticed it. A couple dancing past laughed and made a derisive comment in Czech: she couldn't understand it, but suspected the gist was get a room.
Jace made an impatient noise and then he was pulling her after him again, through the last of the crowd and into one of the shadowy alcoves that lined the walls.
This alcove was conical, with a low stone pedestal in the center on which an angel statue, about three feet tall, stood. It was made of black basalt, but its eyes were glass, like doll eyes, and its wings were silver. The floor was slippery and damp. They skidded across it to fetch up against a wall, Jace with his back to it, and then he was kissing her, bruising hard and hungry kisses. He tasted salt-sweet, too, and moaned as she licked the taste off his lips. Her hands threaded through his hair. It was dark in the alcove, so dark Jace was just an outline of shadows and gold. She gripped the edges of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; it fell to the ground and he kicked it away. Her hands came up under his shirt, clawing at his back, fingers digging into the skin there, softness layered over hard muscle.
He kissed her harder and she clutched his shoulders as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, sending a shock of pleasure mixed with pain through her body. She squirmed to get closer to him and felt his breath quicken; she could taste blood in her mouth, salt and hot. It was as if they wanted to cut each other apart, she thought, to climb inside each other and breathe each other's breath and share each other's heartbeats, even if it killed them both. There was blood under her nails where she had clawed his back.
Jace pressed her forward, spinning them both around so she was pinned between his body and the wall. As they turned, he caught the edge of the angel statue, toppling it to the ground and shattering apart in a cloud of marble dust. He laughed and dropped to the ground in front of her on his knees among the remnants of broken statuary. She stared down at him in a daze as he ran his hands up her boots, to her bare legs, to the lace that edged the bottom of her slip dress. She sucked in her breath, as his hands slipped like water up and over the silk, to her waist, to grip her hips, leaving streaks of silver on the silk.
"What are you doing?" she whispered. "Jace?"
He looked up at her. The peculiar light in the club turned his eyes an array of fractured colors. His smile was wicked. "You can tell me to stop whenever you want," he said. "But you won't."
"Jace..." His hands bunched in the silk of her dress, dragging the hem up, and he bent to kiss her legs, the bare skin where her boots ended, her knees (who knew knees could be so sensitive?) and farther up, where no one had ever kissed her before. The kisses were light, and even as her body tensed that she wanted to tell him she needed more, but didn't know what, didn't know what she needed exactly, but it didn't matter because he seemed to know it. She let her head fall back against the wall, half-closing her eyes, hearing only her heartbeat like a drum in her ears, louder and louder still.
“Will Jace and Clary have sex?”
- Σπόιλερ:
- Okay, gather ʽround, and avert your eyes if you do not like spoilers. Yes. They will have sex. I am not going to say if they have sex in the books, or on the page, or after the books are over (in which case hey, at least they survived), but at some point in the space time continuuum they have sex.
♩ - ♫
Warriors don't show their heart
until the axe reveals it.
until the axe reveals it.
Lily Luna Potter- Λύτης Κατάρων
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Ημερομηνία εγγραφής : 06/08/2010
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Κοιτώνας Hogwarts: Χάφλπαφ
Blood Status: Muggle born
Today's thought: Jo, thank you for making glasses, spectacles, and red hair really cool.
Τελειώνω τη Γυάλινη Πόλη και δεν ξέρω γιατί άργησα τόσο πολύ να την αγοράσω.
Το Σάββατο θα πάρω και το επόμενο! Έχει κι άλλο σωστά?
Το Σάββατο θα πάρω και το επόμενο! Έχει κι άλλο σωστά?
- Σπόιλερ:
- Hufflupff Fiction Team
Β.W.F.C.
Amycus- Member of Order Of Merlin 1st
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Location : Κατάληψη σε ζαχαροπλαστείο!
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Magical Identity
Κοιτώνας Hogwarts: Σλίθεριν
Blood Status: Muggle born
Today's thought: Δεν νιώθω ποτέ μοναξιά.Είμαι σχιζοφρενής!
Πάει και η "Πόλη των Έκπτωτων Αγγέλων",τελέψαμε με αυτήν.Πάω για κριτική (οκ,θα βάλω spoiler).
- Σπόιλερ:
- Δεν ξέρω γιατί με απογοήτευσε τόσο αυτό το βιβλίο.Ή μάλλον ξέρω αλλά δεν θέλω να το παραδεχτώ.Στα τέσσερα που έχουν εκδοθεί είναι ίσως το βιβλίο που μου έδωσε περισσότερο απο όλα την βεβαιότητα ότι το γράφει γυναίκα.Και αυτό για μένα είναι απλά κακό.
Με κούρασαν απίστευτα οι περιγραφές για τον Τζέις.ΑΠΙΣΤΕΥΤΑ ΠΟΛΥ όμως! Ο καλοσχηματισμένος Τζέις,με τα χρυσά μάτια,τα ξανθά μαλλιά,το γωνιώδες πρόσωπο,το βαθύ βλέμμα,τον μυώδη κορμό,τους γυμνασμένους δικεφάλους,το μαρμάρινο στέρνο,τις φαρδιές πλάτες,την πέτρινη κοιλιά,τους καλοσχηματισμένους κοιλιακούς,τον δυνατό κορμό,τα ατσάλινα μπούτια,τις υπέροχες γάμπες,τις μοναδικές και άοσμες πατούσες,τα μακριά δάχτυλα και με ό,τι άλλο τον προίκισε ο ελεήμων και γεναιόδωρος Αρχάγγελος.Δεν είναι υπερβολές,είναι περιγραφές ενός ανθρώπου ( ; ) που ξεπερνά απλά το ατελές την ανθρώπινης φύσης.Η έρμη η Κλέρι απλά ανέβηκε ένα νούμερο στο σουτιέν και απέκτησε καμπύλες καπού εκεί στους γοφούς.Εκεί που άρχισα να γελάω είναι στο σημείο όπου η Κλέρι παρατηρεί μια σπασμένη κλείδα που εξέχει και καταστρέφει την τελειότητα του Τζέις.Είπαμε ότι η λογοτενία δεν είναι η τέχνη του εφικτού/πραγματικού αλλά υπάρχουν και όρια στο τι είναι απόλυτη ξελιγωμάρα της συγγραφέως-γεροντοκόρης.
Να σχολιάσω το καινοτόμο υλικό; Η ιδέα της Λίλιθ είναι αρκετά καλή αλλά την διαχειρίζεται με ένα τελείως μη πρωτότυπο τρόπο.Τελετή αναγέννησης; Τελετή αίματος; Κάπου το έχω ξαναδιαβάσει; Όσοι έχουν τελειώσει το βιβλίο θα ξέρουν για τι πράγμα μιλάω.Λυπάμαι αλλά δεν γίνεται να το παραβλέψω.Ο πυρήνας είναι τόσο ίδιος που σχεδόν αγγίζει τα όρια της αντιγραφής.Και το δέσιμο Σεμπάστιαν-Τζέις με έναν ρούνο θυμίζει κάτι; Το αίμα που κυλάει στις φλέβες Κλέρι-Σεμπάστιαν; Να υποθέσω ότι είναι ένας φόρος τιμής στην Ρόουλινγκ;
Ατάκες περί αγάπης.Δια στόματος Μάγκνους.Ναι,η αγάπη είναι πανανθρώπινη και όχι αποκλειστικότητα μιας συγγραφέως αλλά... αλλά...
Ο Σεμπάστιαν στον ρόλο του κυρίως κακού με έναν Βαλεντάϊν να πλανάται σαν φάντασμα γύρω απο την πλοκή.Ελπίζω να μπορέσει να στηρίξει τα επόμενα βιβλία.Μεγάλο λάθος να εξοντώσει την Λίλιθ με έναν εύκολο τρόπο,θα μπορούσε να την εκμεταλλευτεί με άπειρους τρόπους δίνοντας το υπόβαθρο μιας προαιώνιας μάχης καλού-κακού.Υποθέτω ότι θέλει να στρέψει την προσοχή γύρω απο τον Τζέις και τον ανθρώπινο παράγοντα χωρίς να ανακατέψει το Θείο παράγοντα.Αλλά το έχει κάνει ήδη.Τράβηξε το σκοινί απο την μία μεριά (Αρχάγγελος),τράβηξε το σκοινί και απο την άλλη (Λίλιθ).Αν εννοεί αυτό ως ισορροπία και τάξη των πραγμάτων,το κατάφερε.Αλλά τώρα που έστησε τα πιόνια της σε αυτήν την σκακιέρα,πόσο μπορεί να αγνοήσει το Βιβλικό υποβαθρο που έστησε χωρίς να έχει μεγάλες απώλειες συνάφειας και σωστής ακολουθίας;
Στα συν το Σημάδι του Κάϊν στο μέτωπο του Σάϊμον.Το χρησιμοποιεί εξαιρετικά και της δίνει δυνατότητες στιβαρής πλοκής.
Επίσης οι ξαφικά βασανισμένοι χαρακτήρες μου κάνουν λίγο εύκολη συγγραφική λύση.Εντάξει,το παλικάρι αντιμετωπίζει θεματάκια με το επωνυμό του αλλά τώρα είναι καιρός αποφάσεων.Ενας χαρακτήρας που επιμένει να παλινωδεί μεταξύ απόλυτης αυτολύπησης και υπερτροφικού εγωϊσμού δεν πείθει ή μάλλον δεν με πείθει.Ας αποφασίσει τι είδους μιζέρια θέλει ή δεν θέλει να έχει.
Εχω την εντύπωση ότι η Clare αντάλλαξε ΠΟΛΛΑ mail με την Meyer ή η δεύτερη έκανε την επιμέλεια και τις τελικές διορθώσεις στο κείμενο.Αλλά πάντα πιστεύω (τώρα περισσότερο απο ποτέ) ότι είναι το ίδιο πρόσωπο και μόλις τελειώσει η εξαλογία θα βγεί και θα μας πει: "Τσα! Σας την έσκασα βρε χαζά!"
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Maria Lovegood- Member of Order of Merlin 3rd
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Blood Status: Half-Blood
Today's thought: Touching the starlight....
Διάβασα και εγώ το CoFA και σε γενικές γραμμές θα συμφωνήσω με το Θάνο από πάνω.
Θάνο, δεν είναι η Meyer. Πρέπει να διαβάσεις τα Infernal Devices. Είναι εκπληκτικά καλογραμμένο και το αγγλικό λεξιλόγιό του είναι άκρως ανώτερο.
Επίσης, ο Τζέις έχει σπασμένη γωνία δοντιού, όχι σπασμένη κλείδα, δε προσέχεις την πλοκή.
Δίκιο έχεις ως προς το 'Ρόουλινγκ' θέμα. Έχει επηρεαστεί πολύ, τεχνικά και σε άποψη πλοκής, είναι εμφανέστατο...
Μου άρεσε που στο CoFA ο Σάιμον είναι σε πρωταγωνιστικό ρόλο... Είχα βαρεθεί το Τζέις-Κλέρι.
Αλλά θέλω να δω την Ίζαμπελ να περιγράφει.
Επίσης, με εκνεύρισε η Καμίλ. Γουατ δε φακ, όλο το ίδια λέει...;
Να 'ταν λίγο πρωτότυπη τουλάχιστον...!
Αυτά για την ώρα!!!
Θάνο, δεν είναι η Meyer. Πρέπει να διαβάσεις τα Infernal Devices. Είναι εκπληκτικά καλογραμμένο και το αγγλικό λεξιλόγιό του είναι άκρως ανώτερο.
Επίσης, ο Τζέις έχει σπασμένη γωνία δοντιού, όχι σπασμένη κλείδα, δε προσέχεις την πλοκή.
Δίκιο έχεις ως προς το 'Ρόουλινγκ' θέμα. Έχει επηρεαστεί πολύ, τεχνικά και σε άποψη πλοκής, είναι εμφανέστατο...
Μου άρεσε που στο CoFA ο Σάιμον είναι σε πρωταγωνιστικό ρόλο... Είχα βαρεθεί το Τζέις-Κλέρι.
Αλλά θέλω να δω την Ίζαμπελ να περιγράφει.
Επίσης, με εκνεύρισε η Καμίλ. Γουατ δε φακ, όλο το ίδια λέει...;
- Σπόιλερ:
- Καμίλ στον Σάιμον;
"Όταν οι άλλοι γεράσουν σε πενήντα, εξήντα χρόνια; Όταν σε δέκα χρόνια, θα πρεπε να 'σαι 26; Σε τριάντα; Τι θα κάνεις τότε; Με χρειάζεσαι"
Καμίλ στον Μάγκνους
"Τον θες(τον Άλεκ) τώρα. Αλλά όταν θα αρχίσει να γερνά, σε σαράντα, πενήντα χρόνια; Με χρειάζεσαι, μπορώ να σου προσφέρω την αιωνιότητα."
Καμίλ στον Άλεκ.
"Νομίζεις ότι θα σε θέλει, σε πενήντα χρόνια, όταν το γαλάζιο των ματιών σου ξεθωριάσει, όταν το απαλό σου δέρμα ρυτιδιάσει, όταν αποκτήσεις άσπρα μαλλιά; Με χρειάζεσαι, για να σου πω πως θα γίνεις αθάνατος!"
Να 'ταν λίγο πρωτότυπη τουλάχιστον...!
Αυτά για την ώρα!!!
you were there for me on the days I rained nothing but pain yet when you left I became a hurricane and you are no where to be found
- something hidden...:
I love you, Onee-chan
Ravenclaw Fiction Team
