someone catch me one of those salmon, i’ve always wanted to make my own lox

hey the seattle garages you gotta deworm your catboy

there she goes ❤️

mild league: necromancy debt, shark attacks, open investigations of multiple disappearances caused by incomprehensible cosmic forces probably wild league: just playing blaseball

uh hey garages??? are you doing anything about chorby being repeatedly mauled by sharks, this is horrible to watch

{Chorby Soul ⚠️} [A figure in a pale, millennial-pink hoodie glances around as she ducks into the away dugout of the cookout. There’s a box in her hands, branded with the name of a New York bakery.]

oh no.

sandie? ren?

listen, i don’t have much in this godsforsaken splort, but what i do have is striking out nagomi mcdaniel and that’s pretty sick

they were just here— i swear, both of them were RIGHT here—

why is it always on the seasons i wanna party

yeah, i still don’t know how this tarot shit works

if we get the grind rail we can bully andy into attempting even more skateboard tricks, just saying.

-sigh- alright mills, everybody get a pair of checkered vans and find an instrument

i’m not taking my fucking eyes off them, not this time

winnie— oh no, no no no

my "whatever it is I have an alibi" tweet is raising a lot of accusations addressed by the tweet

i mean, the mills DO have a record of being incredibly dense. usually in the “bad at being aware of romance” way and not in the “sinking beneath the shark-ridden waves of immateria”, but you know

hey i found this little beast in the stopcorn wrappers, is it sufficient cuddling material