The Brass Ring Endures

PALESTINE WILL BE FREE Denver/Pyro/Pyre | 23 | he/they TME | white

[pyromechanical]

Its Pyre, robot lover, pyromaniac, and bug enthusiast

Things about me

Pyro/Pyre/Denver

he/they nonbinary

23

Things I am about

Transformers

ULTRAKILL

Deltarune

Monster Hunter

Critical Role

my art should the winds will it so

pedos incest and proship losers fuck off

[pyromechanical]

the trap of schrodingers bad show is hitting me again

[pyromechanical]

i am trying so hard to hype myself up enough to watch s4 but i will be so honest its not working

[junkyoushas]

Constantly thinking about gay blade from the Eric Andre show

[mancatrex]

Simpatico still on the brain :dead:

[energonshot]

jazz i drew for my friend for their birthday!

[cobaltspartan]

fascinated by jeff the killer tbh. everyone in that creepypasta has generic white usamerican names (jeff, keith, barbara, billy, etc.) except for jeff the killer's doe eyed little brother liu. why is he liu. is liu chinese? it's okay if he's chinese. is jeff also chinese? has jeff the killer been chinese this whole time? am I a bad person?

[goodgirl-inc]

[goodgirl-inc]

nevermind post cancelled he's dead again

[zeitghost]

[pisshandkerchief]

being obsessed with a character is so fucking embarrassing like I'll be getting dressed in the morning like "I bet the 12th doctor would wear these socks" bitch shut the fuck up

[pisshandkerchief]

some of you MUST be making up guys.

[pisshandkerchief]

[can-i-make-image-descriptions]

[Image IDs: Image #1: Tumblr tags reading: literally me w gort, it's so bad someone exorcise me

Image #2: Tumblr tag reading: me working at ace hardware: what if bertie wooster was here.... to buy..... screwdrivers.....

Image #3: Tumblr post from utopians reading: once your post hits 5k will start tagging it as shit like "oh my god bumbo wexler absolutely wrote this" and you google him and it's like. a disgraced ex member of AC/DC /End IDs]

[suncaptor]

linked tree (includes options to donate to Ghanaian projects)

petition to show support

[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.

[orteil42]

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

[goodgirl-inc]

[pjackk]

Please pray that the Lord restores my Gindr chats!

[ysolt]

if pjackk can return from the dead then maybe there is hope for us all

[ysolt]

[la-nay-ru]

im turbo disabled. help me move!

its that time of the year again folks! soon my brother and i need to choose between renewing our lease in our tiny apartment, our moving somewhere slightly bigger so my dad (who is in a delicate housing situation) can move in with us. its a whole thing and i wont bog you down with the details. the short of it is: we need funds!

im physically incapable of working so you see where our problems begin! my brother works 3 jobs and is in charge of most our finances. i can only afford my many medications for my many conditions by the grace of generous friends and donors.

go HERE if you want to help!

426/5000

hey if we dont raise enough befour JULY 15TH we're in big trouble btw. my brother is raising some money on his own through his multiple jobs but he cant do it all himself. please share and help if you can. i'm not above begging.

i do art as well!!

i might be a bit slow given the aforementioned turbo disability, but i'll draw your blorbo! i'll draw you! i'll draw me if you want that for some reason! go HERE for that!

ok thx!

[pyromechanical]

did the thing where you think about a word so long it stops sounding like a word and the word free is stupid. phonetically. freeeeeeeee. made up gnome sound. looks dumb too