#abruzzi

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Prince Luigi Amedeo Giuseppe Maria Ferdinando Francesco of Savoy, Duke of the Abruzzi Margherita Maria Teresa Giovanna of Savoy, Queen consort of Italy Princess Hélène Louise Henriette, Duchess of Aosta Prince Umberto Maria Vittorio Amedeo Giuseppe of Savoy, Count of Salemi

Italian vintage postcard

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Jusepe de Ribera, Magdalena Ventura with Her Husband and Son, 1631, Museo Fondación Duque de Lerma, Toledo, Spain.

The Guardian: The Bearded Woman of Abruzzi: a 17th-century hero of gender fluidity

[...] Ribera’s painting Magdalena Ventura, also known as La mujer barbuda – The Bearded Woman – shows its subject breastfeeding her baby. This is Ribera’s none too subtle way of showing us that Ventura is anatomically a woman, for there is no sign of that in her face. Her huge, black beard makes her look like an Old Testament patriarch. Her facial features too are heavy and powerful, in other words they conform to common assumptions of what looks “masculine.” Her body is big and muscular, her hands strong and hairy. Her clothes are finely coloured but gender-neutral – again, they evoke a Biblical prophet. Ventura’s husband, standing behind her right shoulder, looks less of a man than she does. His beard is smaller, his physique slighter. Ribera captures the fact that he is overshadowed by his wife’s fame, for Magdalena’s defiance of 17th century images of womanhood made her a celebrity in Italy. She came from Abruzzi where, according to the inscription on a stone slab in Ribera’s painting, she gave birth to three sons before her beard suddenly grew when she was 37 years old. In the painting she is 52. Ribera painted her in Naples, where he worked as a court artist. The city was under Spanish rule and Ribera, born in 1591 in Valencia, mixed a Spanish sense of gravity with the courageous realism Caravaggio had introduced to Naples a quarter of a century earlier. The Viceroy of Naples, fascinated by the fame of “The Bearded Woman of Abruzzi”, commissioned Ribera to paint this mysterious masterpiece. The inscription calls Magdalena Ventura a “great wonder of nature”. That says a lot about how she was seen. Ventura crossed boundaries and broke down categories. Today, we might see this as a conscious and radical defiance of oppressive norms. In the 17th century it made her a curiosity, perhaps even a monster. There was no concept of social progress, let alone of gender revolution. The order of nature was God-given and unchanging. There was no idea of evolution either in the forms of animals or the customs of human beings. Yet there were manifest exceptions to the order of things: hybrid beasts, cross-bred plants, prodigious births, and bearded women. Ribera portrays Ventura with a calm and sombre naturalism. He also gives her great dignity. She is a unique being in his eyes: someone who is neither one thing nor another, and yet whose humanity outshines what looked to contemporaries like freakishness. This painting embodies what makes Ribera such a moving and memorable artist: his tender, compassionate eye for the real world. He is one of the stars of the National Gallery’s exhibition Beyond Caravaggio, which is well worth seeing this Christmas or when it tours to Dublin and Edinburgh in 2017. Yet even by his standards or those of Caravaggio, this is a radical work of realism. It puts truth before all conventions of beauty. Art in Ribera’s day saw women as goddesses and saints, martyrs and nudes. Here a woman with a man’s beard and a man’s face stands breastfeeding her baby. Ribera sees beyond the conventions of art and the assumptions of his time – if someone does not fit our expectations, their uniqueness has to be recognised for what it is. Ventura is a fact. She is real. Here she stands. In her absolute originality, Ribera sees not just some freak of nature but the wonder and enigma of individuality itself. Magdalena Ventura broke every law of her world – and Ribera immortalised her for doing so.

(Jonathan Jones)

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Once again begging for more people to watch Prison Break. If you like smart, tattooed, autistic men you will like this show. If you like crime shows then please give it a chance. You like when people punch cops? You’ll like this show. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH THIS SHOW AND WRITE FANFIC ABOUT IT

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[federer7]

Aquila Degli Abruzzi, Italy. 1951

Photo: Henri Cartier-Bresson

[dilfismz]

The lack of Alex Mahone, Paul Kellerman, and John Abruzzi fics is killing me….i might have to make some myself

[nikki-sixxs-jack-bottle]

Bound By Desire

John Abruzzi x reader

The cold, heavy metal doors to Fox River Penitentiary slid open with a loud buzz. Y/N’s shoes making ‘clink’ sounds on the metal floor as she signed herself in to the visiting room. She had called earlier in the week, setting up a time to come see John Abruzzi. The mob boss who had at one time, been seen as notorious for what he did.

One of the guards guided Y/N to a circular cafeteria table sitting in the far left corner of the room. As she stripped of her jacket and sat down, her nails went straight to the table and started tapping, her nervousness starting to show through.

A loud buzzing signaled the inmates walkway door opening, y/n’s head whipping up to see John walk through the door. A sigh left her as she pushed herself off the table and stood.

“John, oh god” y/n cried, her hands shooting out to wrap around John’s shoulders as he approached her. “I’ve missed you so much”.

“"Baby," John murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble in her ear. "Fuck, I've missed you. Missed this." As his hand slid down to cup her ass.

Y/n gasped, pulling away, not wanting John to get in trouble for any more touching than was allowed.

"I've missed you too," she whispered, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "So much."

John's eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that thrilled her. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Not as much as I've missed you, baby. Lying in that fucking cot at night, remembering the way you feel, the way you taste, the way you scream my name when you come on my cock..." His voice dropped to a low growl, sending shivers through y/n’s body.

Her cheeks flushed red, doing a double take around the room again to see several visitors and inmates eyes on them.

Y/n pulled back, “John, why don’t we get to that conjugal visit before we run out of time” she whispered, waving one of the guards over to them.

“I got you want you wanted, so show me to where I want to go” John said to the guard. The guard then took John by the arm, walking them up down a hallway to the last room on their left.

The guard stopped in front of a heavy door, unlocked it with a series of clanks and clicks, and pushed it open to reveal a small, sparsely furnished room.

“You’ve got an hour” the guard spoke as John ushered y/n inside with a hand on her back. Now from inside they could hear the locks clicking back into their places.

“Alone at last baby. It’s been too long” John groaned, his hands trailing down her body and grabbing at her legs, lifting them up to wrap around his waist.

Y/n slid her arms around John’s neck, and leaned in to kiss him, taking in the scratches from his beard he had grown since she last saw him. Fingers grasping into his hair that had been shorter last time as well. John took a couple steps forward before hitting the bed and setting y/n down in the middle of it.

“John, I..I need it. I need you, so bad” y/n groaned as he pushed her back onto the bed and leaned over her.

"Shhh, baby, I know," John murmured against her throat, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I know exactly what you need. And I'm going to give it to you. Over and over again”.

John’s form was like a canopy to y/n, towering over her and making her feel tiny compared to him. He reached back and pulled off his prison-issued button up, next came the white waffle-knit long sleeve. John’s hands then reached forward and crept under y/n’s shirt, pulling it up her body and over her head leaving her laced bra on full display.

John's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, his cock throbbing almost painfully against the front of his pants as he took in what he hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Fuck, baby” John growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're so goddamn beautiful. The most perfect fucking thing I've ever seen." He leaned down, his mouth hot and wet against the valley between her breasts as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down her skin.

Once he reached the end, John brought his hands up to unbutton her jeans and slide the denim down her legs, taking her matching lace panties down as well.

Next came y/n’s bra, John’s rough hands reaching behind her back to unclasp it as y/n’s hands ran down the expanse of John’s back, feeling the muscle he had worked on again since being in prison.

As John dipped his head down to go between y/n’s knees, they quickly made eye contact and a wicked smile grew across his face right before he dove in.

“Fuck, baby, you're so wet," John groaned, his voice a low, rough rumble against her inner thigh. "So fucking wet and ready for me."

Without warning, John's mouth was on her, his tongue parting her slick folds and delving deep inside. Y/n nearly screamed at the sudden sensation, her back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through her. John's tongue was relentless, stroking and thrusting and swirling, hitting every sensitive spot she had.

Oh god, John!" Heaven panted, her fingers fisting in his hair, holding him to her as she ground her hips against his face. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" She was already so close, on the edge of an orgasm.

Just as y/n felt herself teetering on the brink, ready to shatter into a million pieces, John focused his attention on her aching clit. He sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

“John!” Y/n yelled, squirt flooding John's mouth and chin as he worked her through her high, not letting up until she collapsed back into the bed.

Y/n’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her skin flushed and slick with a sheen of sweat. John crawled up her body, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in her debauched state. He licked his lips, tasting her essence on his tongue, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

"Fuck, baby, that was so goddamn sexy," John murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble. "Watching you come apart on my tongue, feeling you gush all over my face...I could get used to that view." He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

Please, John," she whimpered against his lips, her nails raking down his back. "I need you. I can't wait any longer”. She reached between their bodies, fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants, desperate to free his cock.

John groaned into her mouth, his hips rocking forward as she finally got his pants open and shoved them down his thighs. His cock sprang free, long, thick and hard, the swollen head already leaking with pre-cum.

Fuck, baby” John hissed, his hips jerking into her touch. "Your hand feels so fucking good, but I need to be inside you. I need to feel your tight little cunt squeezing my cock." He reached down, pushing her hand away, and notched the broad head of his erection against her entrance. With one hard thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, filling her to the brim.

Y/n cried out, her back arching off the bed as he stretched her impossibly full. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, her walls clenched and fluttered around him, trying to adjust to his size.

John groaned, his face contorting with pleasure as her tight heat engulfed him. "Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good," he panted. He withdrew until just the tip remained inside her before slamming forward and burying himself balls-deep once more, the cross dangling around his neck swinging back and forth harshly.

He set a hard, fast pace, pounding into her relentlessly as the narrow bed creaked and shook beneath them. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of their moans and cries of pleasure echoing.

“Harder, John, please” y/n whimpered, her nails dragging down his back, leaving red welts in their path as she pulled him harder against her.

John snarled, a feral sound of pure male aggression, and complied with her demand. He hooked his arms under her knees, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her, his cock driving into her harder and deeper than before. The new angle allowed him to hit that secret spot deep inside her with every thrust.

She could feel another orgasm building, could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core as he pounded her into the mattress. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"

John's rhythm started to falter, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, y/n, I'm gonna...I'm gonna come," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Come with me, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock when I fill you up”.

His words, filthy and raw with desire, were all it took to send y/n hurtling over the edge once more. Her orgasm crashed through her, her cunt clamping down on John's pistoning cock like a vice as she screamed his name. The feeling of her coming apart beneath him, her walls milking his cock, was too much for John to resist. With a hoarse shout of her name, he buried himself to the hilt one last time and came.

They collapsed together, John's weight pressing y/n into the thin mattress as they both struggled to catch their breath. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him, and cradled her against his chest, his arms wrapped around her possessively.

Y/n could feel his heart pounding against her cheek, could feel the sweat cooling on his skin, and she knew she never wanted to leave his arms. In that moment, she knew he needed to get out of that hell hole, and soon.

[wanttofuckthatoldmandotcom]

There's something so genuinely fascinating about Bagwell's tunnel vision. Like put Lincoln as an example he literally beat his ass every time they came across each other and not a day after they started working together he ripped off his tooth and continued to mistreat him the whole fucking time even getting him beaten up horribly. And yet he just, doesn't care. All he cares about is Mike. He literally found a guy to pin all the guilt into he's like a Jesus figure. And brother he wants to carry that spear.

[serendipity-in-love]

Prison Break ( 2005–2017)

[yogadaily]

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[arcirea]

The ship is so dead the only thing I find about Tabruzzi on the internet is this

me and last 5 tabruzzi fans remember we must be strong

[tiredtriedfailures]

is there a Prison Break fix-it fic where Abruzzi just kills T-Bag? just kill him like day 2. get away with it too. or any of the others im okay with even a late death where any of the characters who got this 👌 close to killing him actually killing him. let me see

[theautismcorner]

Guys I beg of you please watch Prison Break and give it more of a fandom. I am on my knees and begging. PLEASE ITS SO GOOD GIVE IT A CHANCE

[laryssamedeirss]

I have so much affection for Prison Break. I first watched it when i was 12/13 and since then i decided it was the best show i had ever seen and tbh it still is! I'm feeling all the same stuff i felt when i first watched, it's such a rush, a passion, it's funny and also brutal and sad and for me it's the best story someone could have ever written. I love everything about Prison Break, it's my number 1 show and I think it will remain being forever

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[floweringpear]

dec 28, 2024 — a rural area near roseto, where a stranger on the road welcomed us into his home for wine and a tour of his paintings (featuring gianna the puppy and maiella the mountain).