Cleaveslice - That One Guy

never let me cook again

has dennis seen the sea before. i dont think he has, especially coming from a landlocked state like nebraska. pennsylvania doesn't have a border that connects to the ocean. the only thing close is the shoreline on lake erie (correct me if im wrong). has he ever experienced the sandy shores of the beach, the call of seagulls circling overhead, the feeling of waves crashing against your legs and it's freezing cold but you look forward and the blue against blue seems to stretch on forever. it's a different sort of vastness from the corn fields he grew up in. its nothing like the mesmerizing, rippling digital blues he saw every night on the old tv they were supposed to throw out that he and his brothers snuck into their "secret" treehouse. it's breathtaking. and maybe he'll sit on one of those driftwood logs in cargo shorts soaked to the bone and just breathe, the salty sea air refreshingly unfamiliar. maybe make a sandcastle for the first time. dig up a giant hole in the ground with trinity and fill it up with sea water. and maybe when he looks at her when she laughs as he trips and falls face first into the water at some point, he'll see his older brother's face. think to himself, 'yeah, they'd love it here'.

idk man. growing up in california made me realize just how lucky i am to be able to experience such a variety of settings all in one state. and how it must feel for people well into their teenage or adult years to experience the beauty of the ocean for the first time.

their vibe (to me)

i used to be too shy to interact w fanfic authors, but after i finally started to do so, that i realised they're the same @ me

Why is the pride of Ssang-mun Dong, the great Doo Sang-woo of SNU, here? Rolling around in this shit hole with a dimwit like me?

sketch with my poor little meow meow

ali calling sang-woo bhaiya when he speaks urdu. is this anything?