Am I the only person who doesn’t think of the Alliance as being super formal as a military? I’m not sure what exactly I think they do as far as rules and regs go, but I guess I just don’t figure they’d spend time worrying about proper military etiquette. Just MHO, and I honestly haven’t thought about it that much (I think about a lot of Star Wars things, but not…not that). Inviting discourse in. What do you guys think?
In case you haven’t seen it, I can highly recommend the movie Wilde (UK, 1997) by Brian Gilbert. Watch the trailer.
It’s starring Stephen Fry as Oscar Wilde, who owns the character so completely, you do not want to believe the real person might have been different from his warm and charming interpretation in even the slightest way.
Lord Alfred “Bosie” Douglas is played by the young Jude Law.
Early in the year I had called Hugh up excitedly. ‘I’ve just bought a Macintosh. Cost me a thousand pounds.’ 'What?’ Hugh enjoyed about a week of relaying the news of my fantastic expenditure on something as absurd and unworthy of outlay as a raincoat before he discovered that this Macintosh was a new type of computer.
The Fry Chronicles (p. 294), Stephen Fry
I can clearly imagine Hugh’s goofy smile and his adorably silly voice going about excitedly telling others Stephen had gone and spent a thousand pounds on a raincoat.
Quick drawing b4 bed hehh-The gem on the right corner is NOT a fusion. She’s Jasper’s and Eyeball’s angry baby lol. Fry(that is her name) is a Jasper and Ruby hybrid, she is based from an AU of mine based from an rp. I even have a stuffed animal of her(her fro is incredibly comforting oh my lord). Anyway, Fry suffers from being of course an angry bean and doesn’t get along with the other gemlings at the temple. She is also a foot taller than normal Ruby’s, including her birth-mom Eyeball. She also has stripes and the nose of a Jasper-including her mad strength. Fry has TWO gems, one on her nose and the other on her neck.
“Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf
lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song
than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between
passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was
you in Greek days. “
“Besides, I want to see you. It is really absurd. I can’t live without you.
You are so dear, so wonderful. I think of you all day long, and miss
your grace, your boyish beauty, the bright sword-play of your wit, the
delicate fancy of your genius, so surprising always in its sudden
swallow-flights towards north and south, towards sun and moon — and,
above all, yourself. “
“He has also ruined my life, so I can’t help loving him — it is the only thing to do.”