fascinated by jeff the killer tbh. everyone in that creepypasta has generic white usamerican names (jeff, keith, barbara, billy, etc.) except for jeff the killer's doe eyed little brother liu. why is he liu. is liu chinese? it's okay if he's chinese. is jeff also chinese? has jeff the killer been chinese this whole time? am I a bad person?
whitsantos communicate only through noise after rough shifts
they walk into the apartment dragging their feet, kicking their shoes off the second they enter. trinity immediately collapsing on the couch and dennis making his way to the kitchen,
“hmph” [dinner]
“mm-mm” [don’t want any]
“hmm” [yeah, okay] he makes two plates anyways
he heats up leftover pizza from a game night they hosted a couple days prior. walking over to the couch with both plates in hand, he lets out a small grunt and lightly taps her legs sprawled across the couch with one his own. she groans as she sits up, making room on the couch for him. he sets the pizza down on the coffee table, and she opens Netflix to find something to watch,
“hmm?” [how about this?] she asks
“uh uh”
they repeat this cycle for about 5 minutes while they browse the app. eventually landing on a mindless animal documentary, they eat their pizza and watch as some celebrity narrates a school of fish swimming through the ocean
they finish eating and decide, with a “mm?” and a “mhm”, to turn it off and finish the documentary another night. dennis practically has to pull trinity off the couch so that they can go get ready for bed
he’s already laying down, taking up her entire bed when she comes out of her bathroom. when she goes to pinch his arm and signal him to move over, she notices how dehydrated he is. she walks to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water. she taps his arm,
“mmm” [drink this]
he just shakes his head. she sets the glass on the nightstand and lifts him up, pushing him until he’s sitting up against the headboard. she brings the straw to his lips and holds the glass as he drains it. when she removes the straw from his lips, he shifts back into a sleeping position that doesn’t stretch across the entire mattress
she takes the glass back to the kitchen and refills it, this time leaving it to rest on the nightstand for the night. when she gets into bed herself, she can hear him lightly snoring as she drifts asleep to the sound
that poll going around of the guy who thought "people only eat tofu as a bit because they're deranged vegans" or whatever really crystalizes something that i have never been able to precisely say - which is "a nonzero fraction of people who start picky-eater discourse just happen to precisely hate those foods which are not from north america and refuse to introspect on this whatsoever"
In contrast some people say "there aren't any picky eaters in Asia 🙄" but this is laughably untrue. I have a cousin in India who refused until his 20s to eat anything in a sauce. as you can imagine in India this was difficult. he basically had to pick things out of curry and wipe them dry
Trinity Santos declining a hookup with Garcia to go (on a date) hangout with mel king feeling good about herself for not being the one reliant on her for once only for Garcia to go "okay whatever" as she proceeds to hit up their new attending instead
every moment i spin the wheel of feelings and the three options are horny angry and anxious. and it oscillates wildly like a broken speedometer except for when it randomly gets caught at the bottom (miss my wife)
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