The Hesitant Betrothed by Auguste Toulmouche (1866)
I have always adored this painting. Having the central female figure stare with awareness at her viewer is a very powerful move, and something not often given to women in paintings. It creates an engagement with the viewer, she sees you and she knows you are watching her. She is no longer an object in an image, she is a person.
You know she gon’ kill the man she has to marry
I like how everyone else is totally excited the women are congratulating her, the little girl is so into being a flower girl.
And she’s there in middle going “THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT.”
“the hesitant betrothed” there is NOTHING HESITANT about that expression
Whoa. This is really dramatic and unexpected :)
The “Fuck This Shit” Betrothed
This is the ‘Isn’t It A Tragedy She Was Widowed So Young’ Betrothed, is what it is.
This awesomely adorable (and useful!) Crab Multi Tool has a wooden body and features 6 different stainless steel appendages as well as flip-out legs so it can stand up on its own when you aren’t using it. It’s currently available via Kikkerland and Firebox.
So if I had to pick a New Year’s resolution it might be this: to be a little more open about my interests. I’ve been hiding away from my own blog because I didn’t feel comfortable posting things that I liked.
I’m not that into final fantasy anymore. I’m sorry to everyone who followed me for that specifically. Idk if I’ll write for it again. But thank you for all the support and interest you’ve shown. It’s meant a lot to me.
I don’t know how much of my own writing I’ll actually post on here. There’s still a bit of stigma in my head that needs working through. But thank you for sending me prompts. I’ll try and get through the ones I’ve got left and then probably focus on sketching out a few ideas for other stuff. Having fallen down the rabbit hole of fgo, becoming familiar with the Ramayana and Mahabharata, it’ll probably be that.
I hope you have a good new year. We all deserve it.
If the two of us weren’t quite like this,
Not so irregular, but something common,
There wouldn’t be such wonderful snow,
would there?
We wouldn’t find ourselves so in love, would we?
Where do we go? We can go anywhere, can’t we?
As always, here we are at world’s end
“Look, now! The anemones are blooming, see?”
