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But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. “So… can I ask, what happened to your hairs?”

She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. “My best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So I’ve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.”

“Last night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.”

Lancelot: I’ve got one.

Arthur: From who?

Lancelot: Myself.

Arthur:

Arthur: But you’re here.

Lancelot: I know I’m here, but I won’t be here at the next council. I’ll be out on patrol, remember?

Arthur: Then you don’t have to apologize until the next council, Sir Lancelot.

Lancelot: But I won’t be here at the next council!

Arthur: Yes, I know. You send your apologies before the next council.

Lancelot: That’s what I’m trying to do!

Gwaine: Oh! If that’s how we’re doing it now, I guess I better say sorry for the council in two weeks. I won’t be around for that one. Got a great bender planned.

Elyan: Oh, me, too, I’ll be missing one in April. Gwen and I are going up to see Father.

Arthur: This is ridiculous! I could apologize for missing a council next decade, for God’s sake! Now–

Leon: Which council?

Arthur: What?

Leon: Which council in the next decade are you apologizing for?

Arthur:

Arthur: I’m not apologizing!

Gwaine: Well, you should!

Percival: What’s the point in holding council at all if the King himself is going to miss it?

first off I want a lil head count of who is still here and also I need blogs to follow so please reblog!

having to produce something and have a use is a capitalist ideal and not an intrinsic part of humanity

Guess what happened to people who didn’t do things before capitalism? They died. Cause if you weren’t hunting, gathering, or useful in some aspect of nature. You were killed, died or starvation, dehydration, or exposure. 

note: in the neolithic era, a person in their 40s or 50s would be considered elderly

12,000-year-old burial of a woman about 45 with mobility disabilities both congenital and acquired

burial of a 40-50 year old Neanderthal man who had survived to old age with a deformed right arm and a long-healed head injury that would have made him blind in one eye

neolithic burial of a man in his 50s who lost the use of his left arm in adolescence

neolithic burial of a man in his 40s with evidence of a significant mobility disability caused by an injured hip and leg, some time in adulthood but long before his death

neolithic Asian burial of a man in his 20s with a congenital disorder which would have made him a quadriplegic around age 14. He survived for 10-15 years after that.

Stop turning ancient hominids into these cruel “survival of the fittest” images. Especially cause that isn’t even what is meant by that phrase.

Nowadays, on the other hand, we have excess, and waste, and an absolute shitpot of arbitrary work that gets shoved into the “necessary and vital” pile just because somebody else can make a buck off it, made as much off of cut corners and financial shenanigans as of anybody’s honest labor. Shitty Wal-Mart plastic pitchers and crap toys that capture attention and drop it just as fast, “fast fashion” that you wear twice and it falls apart, shiny chrome washer-dryers that are going to be replaced in five or ten years because planned obsolescence meets upgrade culture, and produce that gets rejected because it doesn’t look shiny and uniform and perfect.

If you’re a cashier, you have to stand even though you could do your job just as well sitting. A fast-food place throws out pounds of fries, empties the whole assembly-line of prepared food into the dumpster at the end of the night, and if you take any of it home to eat, that’s called stealing. Grocery stores throw out entire cartons of eggs because one out of twelve is cracked and lock their dumpsters so nobody can scavenge food from the tons of what’s thrown out still edible. Tech stores demand that unsold computers be destroyed with a sledgehammer before being thrown out, and all the labor that went into making it, assembling it, forming its component parts and mining its raw materials, is all wasted.

We can see this shit going on, we encounter it and sometimes we’re ordered to carry it out, in our workplaces that pay us shit, and let me tell you, there’s a hell of a difference between “if you don’t get the wheat harvested we’ll have no bread all winter” and “you need to spend the next eight hours cooking food so we can hold a profit after throwing a quarter of it in the garbage.” A multitude of people would benefit greatly if allowed to access that waste or allowed to not produce what’s likely going to be wasted.

Now people starve because they don’t “produce” in an acceptable way for our capitalist system, which has a very narrow and limited definition of what being “useful” is, and because our corporate overlords would rather throw food away than feed someone who is starving.

We have enough food, but people are starving to death.

We have enough houses, but people are dying of exposure because they’re homeless.

We have enough medicine, but people are dying because they can’t afford to pay for it.

And we accept this as correct because we’ve been brainwashed that only “useful” i.e. “capitalist productive” people deserve to have food, shelter and healthcare.

Feli yawns and twists in his covers, cocooning himself into a bundle. He smiles to himself and inhales the scent of the sheets that hold him tight. It’s an older smell, something like tea that makes him happy. He wiggles and manages to bury his head to be unseen from the outside world. Not that the outside world doesn’t know where he is anyway.

“Are you still in bed?” A voice asks him and Feli giggles. He peeks out enough to see Yao standing over his side of the bed with a plate in his hand. A plate of something that smells good. Yao’s expression resembles a parent trying to get their child out of bed but Feli ignores that to sit up and make grabby hands.

“What did you make?!” He asks way too excitedly for a morning. He takes the food while Yao just sighs with a hand to his head. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed while Feli munches on the egg pancakes.

“Do you plan to be there all day?”

“Will you let me?” Feli smiles around his food at the disapproving look Yao gives him but it’s worth it. There’s a bit of silence as Feli finishes eating. The plate is taken from him and the moment Yao’s hands are free, he launches up to nab him around the shoulders, pulling him down to the bed.

“Feliciano let me up!” Yao struggles against him, but Feli is on top of him and not moving, refusing to let him up. Yao can not hold on for very long, falling to the bed with his arms out and lifeless. Feli in his triumph places his head on Yao’s chest and nuzzles into him, a bright smile on his face.

“Stay in bed with meee,” He whines, rubbing his face back and forth to annoy Yao but also get what he wants. Yao groans but brings a hand to rub at the back of Feli’s head to play with his hair. Eventually Feli starts to hum and Yao’s eyes drop close.

The melody Feli sings is soft and sweet, perfect for a simple morning where there are no restrictions on either of them. He’s proud of his singing with the way Yao melts into the bed even more with every note, falling back asleep easily since he wakes up far to early.

“Are you sleeping?” Feli whispers when he finishes a verse. Yao whines and smushes Feli’s face with his hand letting out a loud ‘ssshhh’. Feli snickers and cuddles into the arms that are now willingly holding him. Light is barely breaking through the curtains and making patterns on the floor. 

Feli keeps on humming until Yao’s breathing evens out. Once he’s asleep Feli carefully moves off him to be at his side. There’s a smile on his face as he watches Yao sleep. He works far harder than Feli thinks he should, to have him be at ease makes Feli feel better about the world, if only for a moment.

“It’s so cold!” Feli shoves open the door to the house. He stomps in a circle like dance three feet into the doorway instead of doing anything productive to try and get warm. He shiver and shakes and complains in small whines to himself the whole time. Yao is not far behind, taking the time to stomp his feet outside the house to get snow off his shoes. He closes the door behind him and sighs.

“You’re getting snow all over the floor!” He chides Feli, working his jacket off his shoulders and hanging it in the closet near him. Feli pouts and stops moving his feet, the bits of dirty snow surrounding him but thankfully not making much a puddle. Yao sighs again and helps the other with their jacket and scarf, struggling as Feli wants to stay warm yet get out of the jacket that’s soaked.

“Go get changed,” Yao levels him in a stare and Feli is quick to dive into the bedroom and shed the rest of his wet clothing. Yao finds a towel and wipes up the melting snow, letting the towel sop it up as he takes off his own shoes. They sit by Feli’s right by the door. He moves the towel under them to keep them from making a mess.

have you ever wondered why anime people have such big eyes like this:

that’s because of scrooge mcduck

Osamu Tekuza. creator of Astro Boy and often called “The Godfather of Anime,” was a big fan of the Scrooge McDuck comics from back in the fifties and when he created Astro Boy, he based his art style on the Scrooge McDuck comics

so basically this character

who serves as the visual basis for the modern-day anime art style was inspired by this

which means that every time you get horny for this

or for these guys

you’re actually getting your jollies from the great grandkids of this motherfucker

a lil while ago, tezuka’s daughter unlocked his work desk

what was inside?

a whack load of furry and transformation porn including one of a woman turning into a boob snake, locked away for SPECIAL OCCASION

when you are fapping to anime tiddies, you are fapping to the legacy of a furry artist