the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)
He's here he's here he's here!!!!!! Safe and sound!!! We sat down and did some coloring together!!!!
And also made sure he met his new neighbors! Had a nice chat with my childhood stuffed animal! Asking all about what his new home is like. And of course, he had to meet Boober Fraggle!
Watched some Winnie the Pooh together! I think he really liked it. I hope he felt warm and welcomed in my home. A nice and cozy first day here!
big f/o who can hold you on their lap with their arms around u.. BIG F/O who can let you curl up entirely on their chest?????? big f/o who can carry you…
The bullshit that is people thinking I use cripple or even disabled as an identifier without knowing their negative conotations...Like, bitch, that's WHY i call myself a cripple! You, as an able-bodied person, SHOULD feel uncomfortable when you hear that word! It is a constant and undeniable reminder of who I am, what place in society I have and the ableism that binds me! You will never forget I'm disabled OR a cripple because I will never let you!
I call myself mentally ill, I call myself crazy because not only is that who I am, but it makes you uncomfortable! It reminds you of who I am, beyond all the pretending and charades this society wants us to play. I call myself disabled because that's what I am! Because it makes ableds uncomfortable! Because it helps me find my community! And I will never stop, no matter how many people point out I "shouldn't call myself things like that." So fuck that.
Thanks to whoever it was that had the post about "writing your dessert."
I just finished writing a delightful mix of things that I've enjoyed reading about in other Good Omens fanfics, and I think it turned out great.
Other people who enjoy unexplained nesting instincts in creatures with wings, demon summoning with a side of snark, and getting mistaken for the wrong kind of cryptid entirely will probably enjoy this particular trope cake.
I just saw that randomly in tiktok and I instantly thought of Jordan lmao (Credits of the sick edit to @jesusismylove on TikTok. This is truly a gem, the peak of humanity)