To The Sky

She/they/whatever is funniest. 20s Charlie. 3D and 2D artist. | CURRENTLY IN EDA HELL | Im just full of a joyous whimsy and having a good time being a part of tumblrs aging userbase. Yap to me please! My inbox and dms are open to anything!

[ascendingconures]

I am back on my bullshit animating stuff

[inkskinned]

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

[guiltfactory]

i would like if something horrible and invasive was happening to him and his boundaries were violated and he was uncomfortable and scared

[turbulent-tunes]

[ascendingconures]

I wake up. I think about EDAs. I make breakfast (Vampire Science omelette) I drive to the grocery store. My phone bluetooth connects to the car and begins autoplaying where I left off on my 1000th Scherzo re-listen. I buy only plum pudding, jelly babies and a pack of cigarettes before speeding home to light some sandalwood incense and watch Night of the Doctor again (im getting withdrawls from not seeing paul mcgann for 2 hours) I open up discord and yap to the 5 other EDAs fans about the themes and subtext in Alien Bodies for 3 hours straight. I call my d*ctor and ask if they still do lobotomies. I am told "No" so I settle for going to my local barber shop and showing them a blurry picture of Sam Jones. I go home and smoke an entire pack of cigarettes while reading Travels With Fitz XII and begging Nuwho fans complaining in comment sections to read the EDAs. I go inside and fall asleep to the TVM. I wake up

[daydreamycrustacean]

I wonder how I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart.

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Since I can´t help but hoard art instead of posting stuff on its own, here is also 5 comic pages of a scene from the EDA Camera Obscura by Lloyd Rose.

[dogpuppy]

[kosmicpowers]

"How are you gonna post for this photoshoot Mr Troughton?"

"Why, as slutty as possible my good man"

[which-ocs]

Which OC?

[loveridden1999]

top 3 hobbies for young adults:

1. borrowing misery from future

2. carrying grief of the past

3. agonizing over the present

[sgt-cookie-2]

Me (A time traveler visiting 20-year old Mozart): OK, so, this is called an electric guitar, basically instead of the body functioning as a resonance chamber, it produces music by harnessing the power of lightning. Do you have any other questions?

Mozart (Currently shredding Violin Concerto No. 1 on the guitar, having figured it out within 30 seconds): What other music can be made from harnessed lightning?

Me (Loading up some heavy dubstep): Oh, we're just getting started.

[a-wild-torterra]

The twelfth doctor posted this

[local-lesbian-tree-demon]

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

[mtndewbajablast]

“i’m autistic” = 👍

“i’m a little autistic” = mark of the beast for annoying people

[mtndewbajablast]

“touch of the ‘tism” = punishable offense

[mtndewbajablast]

cartel style execution

[dw-ebook-preservation-society]

Hello, Tumblr! The doctor who ebook preservation society has an exciting announcement: we have massively updated the library! Please check out our new pinned post and make sure you're spreading that one around - the link to the new library is here:

485 files and 18 subfolders

[kosmicpowers]

I want to fuck the Fourth Doctor so bad he's so fucking crazy which makes him so hot I need that fucked up space crackhead dick. I don't care about 10 or 11 I don't WANT smut with a conventionally hot Doctor I want THE FREAKY FUCK WITH THE CRAZED SMILE

[fanfeifour]

More four stuff

[dogpuppy]