if it happened at all, it happened like that

iafayettes:

I’ve only just found out that pugs originally had larger snouts and now I have to share some 18th and 19th century paintings of pugs

Top left to right:

‘The painter and his pug’ by William Hogarth (1745)

Portrait of Princess Ekaterina Dmitrievna Golitsyna, by Louis Michel Vanloo (1759)

Bottom left to right:

‘A pug’ by Thomas Gainsborough (1780)

‘A pug dog’ by Henry Bernard Chalon (1802)

Again, humans are garbage and, just like many royal families themselves, have ended up inbreeding certain dog breeds so much to keep them “pure” that they’ve turned them into pitiful creatures plagued by horrific genetic issues that drastically impact their lives, sometimes even preventing the breed from being able to reproduce on it’s own, breathe properly, or keep it’s eyeballs in its fucking sockets

cirrusgazer:

At Ease on The Painter’s Easel

irisharchaeology:

Great capture of Uragh stone circle in Co Kerry, Ireland by Philip Hay

transmanrichardstrand:

hoku-san:

paper-mario-wiki:

closeupofpaintings:

Carl Bloch – In a Roman Osteria, 1866 (detail), oil on canvas

I LOVE the whole painting here it is:

darth-salem-emperor-of-earth:

yesterdaysprint:

Peter Newell’s Pictures and Rhymes, 1899

@mllecomtessedelafere, @fireballjack

weakpassword1:

balkanizedusa:

ITS MINGUS

He teeth too big for he gotdamn mouth!!!!!

simena:

Alois Hans Schram (detail)

beau–brummell:

characters from “the mermaid and mrs hancock” by imogen hermes gowar

Polly Campbell

He colours deeply and still will not look her in the eye. “Only that one never sees ladies of your complexion about the town.”

“You do not go to the right places,” she rejoins.

“We were very glad to have secured you for this party,” he says, taking her hand, “for not one of us have ever tried it with a negro before now.”

All of a sudden her mouth is a stopped bottle ready to pop. To restrain herself, she looks about for Elinor, nods towards her and says “And why did you order Miss Bewlay?”

“The sorrel-pated one?” he leans in confidingly. “We hear they are most unnatural in their appetites.”

She laughs aloud but the pressure in her head is not relieved. “Rarities, are we? To add to your collection?”

And he grins with relief, not seeing her anger. “Yes,” he says, “oh, yes, that is exactly it. You are a woman entirely out of the common water; we all desire to sample every sort of woman there is in the world!”

“What an education it will be,” she says, and rises.