Friendly reminder that Vincent van Gogh willingly checked himself into an asylum so that he could get better, resulting in him creating some of the most iconic paintings of his entire career, done in the asylum, when he was being treated 24/7, because he finally didn’t have to struggle with his demons and could instead focus on his muse, WHICH WERE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS!
Remember this little insignificant painting?
How about this one?
Check this one out:
All of these and more were painted in the asylum when he was receiving treatment for his mental illnesses and I know I just said that but I said it again and I’m saying it a third time until you dramatic abled assholes understand!
VINCENT VAN GOGH
– KNEW THAT HE WAS MENTALLY ILL
– WANTED TO CHANGE THAT
– WENT TO AN ASYLUM
– GOT THE HELP HE NEEDED
– PAINTED SOME ICONIC MASTERPIECES AS A RESULT!
SO DON’T YOU DARE COME OUT HERE WITH THIS, “I WISH I WAS DEPRESSED SO I COULD BE AS CREATIVE AS VAN GOGH” BULLSHIT BECAUSE EVEN HE KNEW THAT HIS DEMONS WERE HARMING HIS WORK, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, HIS HEALTH, AND HE DID EVERYTHING WITHIN HIS POWER TO FIGHT THEM EVERY SINGLE DAY OF HIS LIFE, UNTIL THEY ENDED UP WINNING!
i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me
This is the america they don’t want you to see
i love america
This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry
*group of people having fun* this site: wtf this is so scary
People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say.
Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture:
Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.
Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.
The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.”
Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”
The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)
there’s also the Waffle House Index, basically an informal index used by FEMA (the US federal disaster agency) to determine how bad a storm is – green (the waffle house is still open), yellow (waffle house is open with a limited menu), and red (WAFFLE HOUSE IS CLOSED OH MY GOD): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle_House_Index
In the original story, it’s said that a kind of Koopa Troopa used Bowser’s magic to turn innocent villagers into brick blocks-
So, does that make Mario a mass murderer for destroying the brick blocks and other inanimate objects he finds on his journey for powerups?
I’m just going to leave this information here.
actually it doesn’t!!!
the bricks that the toads were turned into are NOT the normal bricks. they’re the question blocks! that’s why you get the power ups. they’re actually rewarding you for freeing them, you’re not hurting them!
You just tore down Matpat’s entire edgy Game Theory™ on this
Lumi’s expression soured, her mood visibly darkening. It was very much apparent that her appearance of being a cold, composed officer was merely a careful public facade. “In need of help…” she began to mutter as she clenched a fist.
“So they say. I don’t need their…help. Their sympathy. Their stars-damnedpity.”
That last word was nearly spat out.
“I have my own business, just let me handle it, I keep telling them. Of course they don’t listen…”
While Lumi continued on her soft yet angry tirade, a telepathic communication from Red flashed into Astrid’s mind.
“Astrid? I believe you’ve now met with Luminous Horizon. I hope you do pardon her rather…aggressive behavior. She’s been rather problematic for us since she manifested.”
“Lumi…was the command ship of Battlegroup Jericho. During the Battle of Coruscant. She was destroyed along with the rest of Battlegroup Jericho attempting to protect a Gallente Erebus-class Titan when the Brotherhood’s own Titan fired its primary weapon.”
“So far, she’s been the only ship from Jericho to come back. She took what happened to Coruscant’s populace…personally.”
As Red concluded his telepathic explanation, Lumi was already trembling in barely-contained rage as she continued to mutter angrily.
“Ah, I see what the issue is,” Astrid said. “You’re blaming yourself for what happened at the Battle of Coruscant, aren’t you? Listen to me, Lumi, what happened at Coruscant wasn’t something that could’ve been changed. There were too many of them, no strategy would have been able to repulse that attack.
“You should not go and act like this is your own fault, or that you have to handle this one alone. What happened there was an awful thing, but you shouldn’t try to push others away when they want to help. I’m here for you, Lumi. Please, I only wish to help you overcome these problems you face.”
It’s clear that her anger was directed at her own failure to protect everyone. This was definitely not something that Astrid could handle easily, but she hoped she could manage it.
Despite Astrid’s words, Lumi still burned with rage and self-hatred. Not that she had ignored those words, though. Tears of anger were brimming as the shipgirl smashed a fist into the chamber floor, leaving a tiny crater.
“My crew and I…we should have done more. I swore an oath!” Again, another rage-driven punch. Into the same spot, no less.
“What good am I if I failed my duty?!” Lumi screamed, her tears now flowing freely as she fell to her knees and wept.
reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone who’s ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship
Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could be vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever really needs it.
As the mystery woman was led into Astrid’s chambers, she kept her pace at a brisk, efficient march.
Though none pointed it out, closer inspection would have found that the woman was seemingly tense, eternally ready for whatever chaotic situation might happen.
Fortunately, no such thing happened. As the woman locked eyes with Astrid, she voiced a question, no doubt to confirm her thoughts. “Lady Astrid? I am told I was expected.”
Upon receiving an answer in the affirmative from the goddess, knowing they were effectively in private, the woman clicked her heels and gave a crisp salute. The very image of a classic soldier.
The implication of that emphasized word was clear. It hadn’t been so much a request as it was, more or less, an order.
The now-revealed shipgirl ground her jaw for a short moment before looking again at Astrid. “You can call me…Lumi, for short. My sisters-in-arms do, at least.”
Ah, a shipgirl. That was interesting. “Pleasure to meet you, Lumi,” Astrid mentioned. “I was told that you were in need of some help and were sent my way with a tone of urgency. What seems to be troubling you?”
Astrid was clad in her usual robes, and to make herself look more official she had her wings and staff out. Astrid only rarely brought out the full goddess outfit that she had, so it was clear that this was a pretty important matter to Astrid.
Lumi’s expression soured, her mood visibly darkening. It was very much apparent that her appearance of being a cold, composed officer was merely a careful public facade. “In need of help…” she began to mutter as she clenched a fist.
“So they say. I don’t need their…help. Their sympathy. Their stars-damnedpity.”
That last word was nearly spat out.
“I have my own business, just let me handle it, I keep telling them. Of course they don’t listen…”
While Lumi continued on her soft yet angry tirade, a telepathic communication from Red flashed into Astrid’s mind.
“Astrid? I believe you’ve now met with Luminous Horizon. I hope you do pardon her rather…aggressive behavior. She’s been rather problematic for us since she manifested.”
“Lumi…was the command ship of Battlegroup Jericho. During the Battle of Coruscant. She was destroyed along with the rest of Battlegroup Jericho attempting to protect a Gallente Erebus-class Titan when the Brotherhood’s own Titan fired its primary weapon.”
“So far, she’s been the only ship from Jericho to come back. She took what happened to Coruscant’s populace…personally.”
As Red concluded his telepathic explanation, Lumi was already trembling in barely-contained rage as she continued to mutter angrily.
As another day began for the denizens of Terra Hope, a private message straight from Red(M) would be received by Astrid. The message was short, but its tone belied a sense of urgency.
Astrid, it’s Red. Someone will be arriving at Terra Hope within the next three hours. Please, have a talk with her, get her to air things out. The Admiralty and Public Relations can’t contain things for long if the VIP went ballistic. We’re running out of both time and options. I hope you can help as best you can. Best regards.
And sure enough, around two and a half hours later a single GDI corvette emerged from the Transdimensional Gate at the edge of the Hope System.
After the usual exchange of travel data, the corvette entered Terra Hope’s vicinity, landing near one of the Temple’s designated visitor docks.
A single figure disembarked from the corvette, a young woman, with shoulder-length raven hair and icy blue eyes, clad in a seemingly Initiative-based military outfit. Clearly, not standard naval attire. Her very demeanor, too, belied something more.
A pair of clerics was who the visitor met with first. As she waited, the woman gave a polite, quick nod to them. “Greetings. You are Lady Astrid’s personnel?”
“Indeed we are,” one cleric answered. “Lady Astrid is expecting you. Please, follow us.”
Truthfully, Astrid didn’t really know what was going on, but if someone was in need this urgently, then she had to do what she could for them. She could only hope that she could help this person out.
As the mystery woman was led into Astrid’s chambers, she kept her pace at a brisk, efficient march.
Though none pointed it out, closer inspection would have found that the woman was seemingly tense, eternally ready for whatever chaotic situation might happen.
Fortunately, no such thing happened. As the woman locked eyes with Astrid, she voiced a question, no doubt to confirm her thoughts. “Lady Astrid? I am told I was expected.”
Upon receiving an answer in the affirmative from the goddess, knowing they were effectively in private, the woman clicked her heels and gave a crisp salute. The very image of a classic soldier.
The implication of that emphasized word was clear. It hadn’t been so much a request as it was, more or less, an order.
The now-revealed shipgirl ground her jaw for a short moment before looking again at Astrid. “You can call me…Lumi, for short. My sisters-in-arms do, at least.”
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