Oregon afternoons are the complete opposite of their morning companion.
Sunny afternoons are a chaotic parade.
The street becomes choked with bicyclists and cars alike and dust swirls in hundreds of tornados made by your feet. The sun illuminates every shade of green known to our eyes. Nearly thousands of butterflies all float lazily past you, one at a time, and in the same moments, bees make a straight line for the nearest flower
Rainy afternoons are a organized mess. Sloshing down the sidewalk is a muddied mess of rain and disgruntled people. The only colors you see are green and gray. Stretching forever. The green of plants curling slyly around the gray concrete buildings with bright and fake windows. Birds forlornly call to no avail, but they don't move. Nothing moves but the endless rain.
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MCD Headcanons
FanfictionJust some random headcanons I have of MCD, PDH, and MyStreet also a lot of shitposting
