married to the worm

My cringe fucking baby and her derivative drivel

It's fun when the robot character in the sci-fi show gets cut in half because nobody working on this type of media knows anything about robotics and you never know what you're going to find inside. Green printed circuit boards? Meat and viscera, but like in a weird colour? Just a shitload of goo?

I especially like it when the robot appears to have realistic musculature which operates via contraction, suggesting some sort of fluid-driven or shape-memory-based actuation, and then it gets dismembered and a bunch of random gears and sprockets go flying everywhere.

I like to think my engineers foresaw the likelihood of my bisection and designed a clean break point with that in mind, leaving a small compartment filled with confetti

can’t believe I only just learned about the attested Gaulish word “marcosior” (< PCeltic *marko- ‘horse’ but as a passive verb in the desiderative or future) which means “I want to be ridden like a horse” and occurs in exactly the context you’re imagining

ahaha you sly dog! you bastard! [getting a little too comfortable] you wretched fucking animal

ooh so you like my blog? name five of my fetishes