The more you look at this picture, the more anxious it becomes.
this is just a normal waffle house
there is a bloody handprint on the door
There is somethung under the counter with the cups
Blind man reading news paper
Skull in the coffeeMilk is $15
Lady’s hand is a tentacle
the bleeding pie, the eyeball and fingers on the blind man’s plate…
I was trying to find something nobody else had seen yet, when I realized…
Look right above the tentacle arm. The second man at the buffet, what the hell is he doing? He’s either throwing up or eating an octopus.
I think his face is just tentacles.
The blind man has gills.
Scariest detail: this image was ripped from the creator’s site and vandalized (edited to remove the watermark), then reuploaded for viral fame without so much as a mention of the artist’s name.
SOURCE: http://jeffleejohnson.deviantart.com/art/Blue-Plate-Special-661961724That said, the earlier observation about milk being $15 is off – artist confirms this is based on a 1920’s diner, so the price would be in cents.
(http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4375070065)The table under the journal is lacquered with ants.
The person holding the skull-creamed coffee paints the underside of their nails. Either that or their natural nails grow red.
The journal’s writing, intentionally made hard to read and partially obscured, is somewhat of a cheat to all the things amiss in the scene. (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4372574544) I can make out: “… and eyeball … have to think he is less strange than the horrifying creature that seems to have inhabited the cabinet behind him … all tentacles and teeth … (obscured by cup) … Where in the world can be found such nightmares?!”
Reblogging for the correct source (I didn’t even notice the OP wasn’t the artist oops).
Day: June 7, 2017
Boozhoo (hello), my name is Ken, I am a disabled Ojibwe artist from northern Wisconsin. I am writing this post because I am having a hard time making ends meet and any donations I could possibly receive at this time would be greatly appreciated. Recent events have left my bank account depleted, my cupboards bare, I’m unable to cover utility bills, and I have several out of state medical appointments in the very near future.
I do have PayPal, that is really the best way to donate at this time, the email I use for that is: baapimakwa@gmail.com, or you can click here.
in praise of unions
lmao so at my store, the schedule for the upcoming week has to be put up on Friday before 2pm. After the schedule gets put up, management isn’t allowed to alter it without getting consent from the employees concerned. So if they want to switch what time you’re working, give you an extra shift, or drop one of your shifts, they need to get your okay on it first. We’re unionized so this is heavily enforced. Management doesn’t get to just jerk us around.
One of my coworkers got suspended one day for a no call, no show. Only, the day he supposedly didn’t show up for his shift on was originally a day he’d been given off. He took a picture of his schedule on Friday and never looked at the one hanging on the wall again, because we don’t have to. A manager penciled in a shift without talking to him about it and then tried to pull some “it’s your responsibility to check your schedule regularly for changes” shit. Only, that’s very much NOT how our store works. And when you get suspended it’s not really official until you have a sit down with the store manager and a representative from the union. This can’t be arranged for a few days and you don’t come in to work until it does and it’s either concluded that the suspension is bs and you resume working or it’s found to be justified and you wait it out. So a couple days later they have the sit down and the union rep rips them a new asshole. No, you can’t change the schedule after it’s been put up without the employee agreeing to it. No, you can’t suspend someone for not showing up to a shift you sneakily penciled them in for and never actually asked them if they’d be willing to do. So my coworker’s suspension never became official, they don’t have the no call, no show on their record, and the union made the store pay him for the days he wasn’t able to come in to work while waiting for the sit down. I have no idea what the fuck that manager was thinking. She’s not new. She knows full well how the scheduling works and that suspending an employee would get the union involved. Never underestimate the crap managers will try to get away with, I guess. They’ll try to push the envelope and intimidate you into compliance.
Being unionized has its drawbacks. Dues are subtracted from your paycheck every week and sometimes the union prevents employees from being suspended/fired who really should be suspended/fired, but at least they have your back. If you’re tired of being jerked around by management I strongly recommend working at a store that has a decent union.
There’s nothing wrong with living “stealth” as a transgender person and there’s nothing with living openly as a transgender person. There shouldn’t be any shame or guilt associated with either.
Like many other things in this world, “stealth” and “open” are presented as two parts of a binary, when they aren’t. There’s a whole spectrum in the middle.
For example, I’m out to my entire family. I’m out to some of my classmates, but I often don’t mention it to others. At work, I’m what my security job calls a “Rover,” so I never have the same coworkers day-to-day, so there I have come out to only a small handful of fellow guards and tell none of the clients. I haven’t told anyone at my Summer or Winter seasonal jobs, but at the summer job, some of my classmates started appearing, so it may come out soon. I’ve only mentioned it to certain section mates in one of my orchestras, and not in the other freelance jobs. I do my best to control when I come out so that I am as safe as possible. At times, I have even lied about being trans in order to deescalate a potentially violent situation.
And you know what? I’m good with all of that.
The Difficulty of Shopping on Wheels
“Being in a wheelchair makes shopping for clothes so much harder than it should be.”
Life-Saving Liver Transplant for Shabahat | LaunchGood
It is with such a heavy heart that I write this.
My uncle, Shabahat Abbas Taqvi, beloved father of two and husband, discovered he was long overdue for a liver transplant on June 1st, 2017.
As a patient in Pakistan, he had been fighting various illnesses for years until the discovery was made that he had multi-centric hepatoma in his post-cirrhotic liver. Discovering this only a few days in Ramzan has been devastating for everyone.
Pakistani transplant patients have very little options. The most feasible option is to travel to India where organ transplants are performed in Indian facilities. The cheapest cost for this is immense; at the very least, treatment and food and accommodations, and living expenses + POST recovery cost would cost 200 000 dollars, including travel expenses and visa application costs.
My uncle has been unable to work for years and is entirely dependent on the part time salary of his son, who is also a student. As his son is the only match for his transplant, he will be traveling with them to donate a portion of his liver.
My uncle’s family has battled poverty for years and is unable to even fulfill the monthly budget they need for basic amenities, let alone this new immense cost.
I cannot believe crowdfunding is the only way to save the lives of people who can’t afford treatment–people shouldn’t die because they don’t have hundreds of thousands to spare.
I am asking anyone who reads this to donate just ONE DOLLAR–no more than that. I have seen how impactful dollar donations can be–they build up rapidly.
If you can’t donate, please consider reblogging this and posting this link to twitter/FB/any other social media that’s out there.
I want my uncle to live long enough to see his kids prosper, I want him to survive this.
Thank you so much for reading.
For a cost breakdown please visit the fundraiser link–we will post invoices as soon as we have them.
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 