My name is Mal.
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About a week before we all got on the plane, I got to talking to this man in a bar in Sydney. He was American, too. A doctor. I’ve been on some benders in my time, but this guy… he was going for an all time record. So, it turns out this has a son. His son’s a doctor, too. They had some kind of big time falling out. The guy knew it was his fault, even though his son was back in the States thinking the same damn thing. See, kids are like dogs, you knock them around enough they’ll think they did something to deserve it. Anyway, theres a pay phone in this bar…
ROFL! New Never Before Seen Clip from Lost.
Lost creators Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof premiered this at San Diego Comic Con 2011.
Man in Black: When they find that Scottish man down there pushing a button… he is gonna be pissed.
Jacob: If he wasn’t pushing that button we’d all be in a lot of trouble.
Man in Black: Oh, okay, like say… more trouble than getting turned into black smoke who takes on the form of dead people?
Jacob: Um, okaaaay, you need to really get over that.
I just start sobbing when I see that dog. And then he lays down next to a dying Jack (in my mind to comfort him) and I just lose it. Oh God, this show!
JACK: I’m sorry, where do I remember you from?
KATE: I stole your pen.
KATE: Uh… Oceanic 815, from Sydney? I bumped into you coming out of the bathroom, and I stole your pen.
JACK: And that’s how I know you?
KATE: No… that’s not how you know me.
KATE: I missed you so much.
*Jack has a flash*
KATE: Are you okay?
JACK: What is happening to me? Wh—who are you? I don’t—
KATE: I know, you don’t understand Jack. But if you come with me… you will.
HURLEY: How are we getting down there?
JACK: We’re not, I’m going alone.
HURLEY: Dude, you can’t go down there alone. If Desmond didn’t make it, how the hell are you going to survive?
HURLEY: No. No way, I’m not gonna let you die.
JACK: Hurley, I’m already dead.
HURLEY: You said you’d protect the Island!
JACK: And that’s what I’m doing.
HURLEY: You’re committing suicide!
JACK: I’m not, this is the way it has to happen! This is what I’m supposed to do.
HURLEY: You’re not supposed to die! The Island needs you!
JACK: Hurley… it needs you.
JACK: It needs to be you, Hugo.
HURLEY: I can’t… it’s supposed to be you!
JACK: It was only supposed to be me so I can do this. But if someone has to take care of the Island, if someone has to protect it then… then it should be you. Hurley… I believe in you.
HURLEY: Alright I’ll take it. But it’s only temporary, as soon as you get that light back in, I’m pulling you up, and I’m giving it right back to you, deal?!
JACK: Do you have anything to drink? Anything to drink out of… uh… a cup, a canteen?
BEN: I do. *hands him an Oceanic water bottle* Is that okay?
JACK: It’s perfect.
JACK: Drink this.
HURLEY: Is that it?
JACK: Now you’re like me.