My aesthetic is superheroes and time travel. Personal and multifandom blog. I may write occasionally. You are welcome to send requests if you like.
Mostly, I just have a lot of feelings.
can you imagine if spiders could teleport in real life. i’d kill (remembers i need to stop saying myself because it is a bad habit that i need to break out of) them
literally if that started going down in my apartment it would just be theirs now. i’ll leave. and continue to pay rent for them. they can teleport all they want behind those closed doors
if spiders started teleporting u think closed doors would contain them?
no but i assume they’d accept the kindness in my gesture of paying for their new home & leave me alone personally. whatever they do to anyone else is not my business. they get a free crash pad and i never have to see them again. everyone wins
allow me to tell you of the grave error i made yesterday. it was 8pm. i was cooking moroccan stew. needed to let it simmer for 25 minutes before i added the chickpeas. i shall go upstairs, thought i, and take a shower, and leave the chickpeas on the counter to drain. puddles the cat is sleeping near the stove. i briefly consider locking her out of the kitchen - but surely even she, leviathan of unconquerable appetites, will not concern herself with hard, drained, uncooked chickpeas. surely not.
with this set-up in mind, what do you imagine i found when i came back downstairs?