Posted via on April 26th with (483) notes
Wow those KitchenAids are getting fancier and fancier, aren’t they?
#wouldn’t be the first time i had sex with something you plug into the wall #oh snap your mama
Posted via on April 22nd with (137) notes
Red lights flash around him, klaxons ring down metal corridors. Sweat drips from every pore, but that’s not important right now. The sharp tang of blood is in his mouth, and he swallows to fight down nausea. This ship is filled with demons, and Charles needs to see them burn. If he can just get his axe—if he can just reach it with the tips of his fingers, then Charles can end this nightmare. Shaw—the androids—the experiments—
His legs. Shaw took—Shaw took his legs. His real legs are rotting—and the stubs of the robotic legs screech on the floor as he crawls, drawing sparks.
If he can get the axe, though, he can do anything.. Anything to fight his way out of this constant nightmare. He still doesn’t know where Erik is. Maybe he’s dead too. At the very least, he’s only a head. Ripped off to torture Charles—all of this to torture Charles. All because he has something Shaw will never, can never have. No matter how hard he tries to replicate it. No matter how many filthy test tubes he fills with Charles’ DNA—
And Charles will fight to his last breath, no matter how broken, battered, and bruised he gets, against the one man who ruined his life.
And maybe then, he’ll put this axe through his head, too.
Wow, and you made the fanart too?
Posted via on December 29th with (75) notes
100,000 BC: stone tools. 4,000 BC: the wheel. 900 AD: gunpowder - bit of a game changer, that one. 19th century: eureka, the lightbulb! 20th century: the automobile, television, nuclear weapons, spacecrafts, Internet. 21st century: biotech, nanotech, fusion and fission and M theory - and THAT, was just the first decade! We are now three months into the year of our Lord, 2023. At this moment of our civilization, we can create cybernetic individuals, who in just a few short years will be completely indistinguishable from us. Which leads to an obvious conclusion: WE are the gods now.
