I can’t believe the Nebraska Humane Society killed Chris Pratt like that.
rubythecrimsonwriter
I think the funniest story I have of Lowe’s is when I was doing returns. I can’t remember what this contractor was returning but it was either awkward or heavy (or both) so I was helping him get it off or out of his cart. He’s got his phone pinned between his face and his shoulder and he’s arguing with someone, either another contractor or the person he’s contracted to, something about windows, so he’s fairly distracted, right?
Our hands wound up brushing and all of a sudden I’ve got his undivided attention and he just blurts out, “oh fuck your hands are soft!” And then looks like he wishes he could shove those words right back into his mouth, and before I can even scramble to come up with a response, his face twisted into like a very deadpan mocking face and he said, “does it SOUND like I’m talking to you? Are we within hands touching distance? Oh God I hope so, so you can feel how soft THESE hands aren’t.”
i don’t even know how to explain to non musical theatre people that we genuinely just lost shakespeare — i can’t even think of another comparison that may even remotely come close. there was no one like him and there never will be. a league of his own, the greatest of the greats.
astrangergivingthestrangewelcome
In my head I’m imagining Martok in prison seeing the 3 and a half pound Julian Bashir like “oh great there’s that fucking federation ds9 doctor who’s never been in a fight in his life and is a pacifist probably. Is he even going to be better company than that Cardassian? I hate my life.” And then like 15 minutes later after seeing Tain Julian tells off a Jem Hadar soldier and receives a backhand that quite literally sends him flying across the room only for him to get back up again and undeterred demand medical supplies Martok’s just standing there like. “Hmmm. It appears the string bean has a courage of his own.”

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