The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
I know that feel, Painting Lady.
My bus ride to and from work every day.
They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
I think what gets me most about this painting are the tears in her eyes.
for me it’s the fact that her eyes are straight-forward and you’re supposed to meet them and tell that she’s asking you to make him stop
seriously look a little closer at her eyes
Frank Cheyne Papé
When a man dressed as Satan speaks more accurately about God than your pastor, you know something is wrong.
Jennifer died at the nemeton. Not that there’s any kind of logic in the teen wolf universe, but if she’d been pregnant at the time, the baby could’ve magically survived, right?
I’m just saying. That tree could pop out a Derek spawn any day now.
I fucking can’t stop laughing. Professor Sexybaguette, I fucking can’t.
further instances of professor sexybaguette on my dash idek anymore
the good ol’ days
Who wouldve thought freaking drake bell would be the one forgotten while josh peck got mad hot
…and amanda bynes got mad cray cray
hAVE YOU SEEN DRAKE’S VINES HOLY HE’S STILL HOT IDC
thats still hot
"Alfons Maria Mucha (Ivančice, 24 July 1860 – Prague, 14 July 1939), often known in English and French as Alphonse Mucha, was a Czech Art Nouveau painter and decorative artist, known best for his distinct style. He produced many paintings, illustrations, advertisements, postcards, and designs."