Magnus fandom, 2016: We’re horny for this lady made of worms!
Me: Huh. Unexpected, I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Magnus fandom, 2024: We’re horny for this guy made of needles!
Me: Of course you are, my children. Be free.
Magnus fandom 2024: We’re horny for this bulbous oozing clown man!
Me: I think 95% of your are being facetious, but the true 5% can go with god.
Magnus fandom, just now: We’re horny for a member of the British Aristocracy!
Me: Gross. No. Absolutely not. Sick freaks the lot of you. I am officially kinkshaming. You disgust me.
Eh, the Elias thing happened so gradually that I acclimatised to it, like a frog in boiling water. But also, I understand why if you’ve never actually encountered them you think aristocracy just translates to “old, rich and british”, but it really doesn’t. It’s hard to articulate if you’ve never actually met any, but they are just deeply unsexy on an almost spiritual level. A revulsion of the soul.
