Which Fictional Character Do I Remind You Of; Looks And/or Personality?

which fictional character do i remind you of; looks and/or personality?

remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”

“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”

he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.

he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”

i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)

Mal looked up at him in surprise. What had prompted this?

“The day I was created, they were trying to make something...better than me. I was a mistake, a failure, and yet.” He paused and Mal felt her entire chest ache at the look that appeared on his face. “They acted like I had potential. They didn’t want to admit that they’d messed up. They said one day my true powers would come through and I’d do ‘great things.’”He let out a sad little laugh and Mal stood up, trying to go to him. But he turned away, making it clear he didn’t want the hand she was outstretching to touch him. “They were wrong. I’m not gonna become anything.”

“My existence was never supposed to happen.”

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

SOMEONE HELP ME FIND THIS DAMN AU. Well, okay, possibly multiple aus but I’m remembering them all together. It’s a Star Wars au, set in the time of vinyl records. leia steal the plans and leaves them in a record shop where luke finds them. The Millenium Falcon is a semi. In the future Ben Solo is kidnapped by Snoke. I found it on this damn sight and now I can’t find it at all. Someone help. It’s driving me insane. I’m gonna die.

Dahlia the Drowned: Angelo’s Involvement.

Joining the crew of the Dahlia hadn’t been his decision, it’d been his cousin’s. Gabriel had been talking for years about joining a crew and traveling the world but Angelo had never thought he’d actually do it. But Gabriel had proved him wrong and he’d sort of just gone along with it when his cousin had told him he was coming with him. He hadn’t minded it...Not too much anyways. The old stories bothered him as he first set foot on deck but his worry was quickly pushed aside when Gabriel grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him below deck, grinning the whole time and talking excitedly about their new life.

His mother had raised them. Gabriel had lost both his parents to the sea and Angelo had lost his father the same way. So his mother had raised them. A sailor’s widow, filled with stories collected from her husband and the docks. She’d told him the old stories. She’d told him about what happened to women who ended up thrown overboard by the crews they traveled with. He’d listened. Gabriel hadn’t.

There was a woman on board the Dahlia. He found out the day after they set sail. He saw her walking with the captain, smiling and laughing at something he’d said. He was surprised. Most of the men were superstitious (when men tell that many ghost stories, they either believed them or were trying to scare the newbies), he couldn’t believe they’d agreed to sail with her. But he supposed some men just wouldn’t go against their captain, no matter how superstitious they were.

Sometimes he could see fish swim just beneath the surface of the water below. He liked to stare at them, watch their fins occasionally rise out of the dark. Once, late at night when he couldn’t sleep, he thought he saw eyes peering up at him from the dark but he couldn’t be sure. He was probably just tired. And if he wasn’t...

Angelo avoided the edge of the ship for a few days.

About a week after setting out, bad luck started coming their way. That’s when the men started whispering about the woman. They treated her like some sort of monster, never saying her name and avoiding her as much as possible. Their captain scolded them when he heard the whispers, calling them empty headed crones for believing such nonsense. The whispering stopped.

And then the captain died, a storm appeared on the horizon, and one of the sailors reported that rats had gotten into the food.

They decided to throw the woman overboard.

She’d smiled at him a few times. Nodded to him. They’d never  spoken though, not once. He didn’t even know her name. He doubted she knew his.

He didn’t say anything when they dragged her from the room the captain had given her. He didn’t say anything when they tied her to the cannon ball. He didn’t say anything when she begged them not to do this. Begged them to let her live. Begged them because no. No please. My grandmother, I’m all she has. My-My father! His bracelet! He died in that town back there, I have to bring it to her! Please! Please!

He didn’t say anything when they threw her overboard. He didn’t try to stop them.

The ship’s badly damaged by the storm. Some of the men say it would have been worse with that woman aboard. Angelo keeps quiet when they say it but as they near the shore he asks after the bracelet their new captain keeps in his pocket, the woman’s father’s bracelet. He assures him he’ll give it to her grandmother and he does so the day they get to the town.

Angelo doesn’t go with him. He can’t bring himself to face her.

He finds himself by the grandmother’s house one night. He hasn’t slept well since they got back on land. Gabriel says he got used to the ship rocking him to sleep. He thinks it’s because he hears the woman’s pleads in his ears whenever he closes his eyes.

He finds himself by the grandmother’s house one night. And he looks to the water, so close and so dark and so consuming. Two bright blue eyes stare back at him, the only truly distinguishable things in the dark. He knows those blue eyes, they met his for a moment before they disappeared over the edge of the ship. He isn’t surprised. He isn’t scared. He comes back every night, starts to talk to her, tells her he’ll take care of her grandmother though she never talks back. He comes to like her. She’s playful. Kind. She likes his stories.

He didn’t say anything when they threw her overboard. He didn’t try to stop them.