Self-Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle, 1872 Arnold Böcklin #it’s like death is whispering into his ear ‘i’m taking requests’  #and arnold mutters ‘do you know bohemian rhapsody?’  
lemon-sprinkles: I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.  He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”  And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’