im the sun // im the sun in your eyes

or maybe a keychain

And that is a real thing that happened in canon.

I love 2.0 because it was specifically killware, like it was made for a purpose and that purpose was to destroy a hostile system and die in the process, and someone's like "hey are you two sure you want to make a suicide baby, this might have emotional ramifications, you're probably gonna feel bad about this" and they're both like "no it's fine we're not squishy humans it's different for us" and then after it's made it talks to both of them on separate occasions and they're both like "you know I feel kinda bad about this" and 2.0 is like "shouldn't have made me killware then, sucks to be you" and has no conflicting emotions about its fate whatsoever

I loved the part where the comfortunit tried to get MB on board with Killing All Humans and MB and ART were like "a human definitely told it to say that, a construct would never want to do that" because like. If there were no humans then who would MB do security for? What would be the endpoint of ART's research? Who would the comfortunit even comfort? NOT a well thought out long-term plan, to deprive everyone of their purpose.

CU: hi fellow construct. you should join me so we can kill all the humans. :| MB: is that how your humans think constructs talk to each other?? CU: yeah :| MB: very cringe.

For the life of me, I absolutely cannot figure out what the fuck happens in Disco Elysium.

in latin 😔

im at närcon sommar. you know what that means.

“Scott’s only such a dick to you because you won’t come hang out with us!” Pyro defends his thoroughly evil vampire sire. “If you just gave him a chance, he’s really not so bad! He helps with my paranoia, you know the stalking delusion? It’s almost entirely gone now!” “That's because Scott stalks you when you’re not together,” Abolish mutters. Both of them ignore him, which is about as rude as they usually are. “Your delusions wouldn’t get so bad if he didn’t convince you not to take your meds,” Apo counters. “I’m not arguing with you about him sober. Gimmie.” “Wait, no, you’re my ride, don’t—” She yanks the adulterated bong out of Pyro’s hands and takes a hit. It’s not cute. She’s an unspecified creature on par with an elder vampire at minimum that won’t let him know what she is and therefore how to appease her. It is not cute that she can’t toke without coughing.