not to sound like a 40 yr old but socks are literally THE most iconic present… wacky/printed ones… fuzzy ones… just plain old socks… love me some socks bitch i love being cozy.. comfy, if you will
me, an aged monarch lounging on my fur-strewn throne, gesturing for my servant to bring me my monacle: Bring them here! Bring them here, I say. Let me look at them.
guards: *drag the unwitting blog before me*
me, peering intently at the new blog and poking them with my scepter: Is this a real person? Hmm? What have you to say for yourself? What are your fandoms? Your interests? Speak up, these old ears aren’t what they used to be.
guards, tentatively: they do seem to be a real person, sire. We found them in possession of several memes and a fandom rant.
me, subsiding back into my sumptuous furs and waving them away: most extraordinary. It has been an age since there was a real person, but just as well, the dungeons have been overflowing with those tacky pornbots. This newcomer may remain in my domain. Make them welcome. And fetch me a quill! I feel a ficlet coming on…
person: hey mischief how do you keep your fandom experience positive
me, barricaded behind a layer of mutuals who post stuff i like, buried under a horde of blacklisted tags and blocked blogs, looking at my laptop through a solar eclipse viewer and wearing giant fluffy earmuffs, one of which i gingerly lift away from my head: what?