Me when a friend asks what my type is and I have to refrain from saying fictional men with nice voices who are around twice my age, sometimes with flawed moral compasses:
logan howlett in 1973 upon realizing the professor and magneto were in fact legitimately in love with each other, and it wasn’t just a joke/rumor started by the students
hobbits were the peak of civilization in tolkien verse. jobs were Gardening, Stall At The Farmer’s Market, or Mailman. Shoes OFF, capris ON, 6 meals a day, high and fat as all shit. Names like Daddy Twofoot….why the fuck are we horny for elves