I feel like this is even better when you know that the context is that they’ve just seem three spectral hags emerge from the fog to recite a prophecy of doom that mentions Captain Kirk by name.
I’ve been told before you shouldn’t talk about politics or religion on a date because it might make things awkward, so I try to touch on both, partly because those are genuinely interesting subjects and partly because “bad first date” seems a thousand times better than “finding out six months later that you’ve fucked a staunchly conservative fundamentalist”.
Like yeah disagreements are uncomfortable but you know what’s worse? Waking up next to a dipshit
“Quivering” is my least-favourite word in the english language. Nothing and nobody should be quivering. If you’re quivering right now, stop that shit immediately. Tremble or shake if you must but the quivering has to stop.
