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ducavalentinos · 21 days
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Leonardo took less than three years to realise the largest of his paintings, and the only fresco to have survived. The Last Supper (also called the Upper Room) is a painting in tempora and oils on two layers of chalky preparation drawn on plaster. It represents the moment in which Christ pronounces the sentence: "One of you will betray me". [...]The scene takes place in a virtual space that almost seems to break through the wall of the refectory in an illusory way. The source of light that apparently comes from the left corresponds wit the real source of light of the refectory, which has the windows exactly there. The rapid deterioration of the work which was noted in the two decades following its execution was partly due to dampness in the wall, and in part caused by the experimental technique used by Leonardo. Rather than painting on wet plaster, which required a rapid execution, Leonardo chose to use tempera with an oil glaze, which allowed him to rethink and make changes to what he'd painted, as well as give him an indefinite period of time to complete the work. What we see today is the sum of a series of restoration attempts which began in the eighteenth century. In part, these have changed the work's original appearance, to the extent of substantially altering its depth, and the heads of the apostles. The work nevertheless remains a real theatre of emotions, where the reaction to the news just conveyed by Christ is concentrated in every single apostle. Their gallery of expressions rightly places this masterpiece at the centre of art history, representing a continuous and permanent show of feelings that come alive on ever viewing. Over the centuries, many poets have described the emotional impact of gazing on this work of art. Among the most famous examples known is the opinion of the German author, Johann Wolfgang Goethe (1789-1832) who writes the following about the group on Christ's right hand: "While Peter has grasped John's right shoulder with his left hand, bending towards him, he points to Christ and encourages the most beloved amongst disciple to ask who the traitor is. With his right hand, he accidentally presses a knife handle into Judas' ribs, who moves forward in fright, even knocking over the salt cellar. It seems likely that Leonardo attended to this group first of all in the composition, and it is perfection itself.
Leonardo or the universal genius - Paolo De Silvestri
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nynevefromthelake · 2 years
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I watched Leonardo series and didn’t expect anything but finally really liked it. Just why is it so underestimated?
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italofobia · 2 months
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comunque la pubblicità per mameli è assurda cos'è il nuovo leonardo rai?
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Tag game of five 🌞✨
Thank you @theos-revenge for the tag (luv u ❤️‍🔥😭🌞)
5 comfort shows: (don’t watch that many shows but here it is)
Бесы (Demons) It’s a 2014 Russian series based of Demons by Dosto
Good Omens Of fucking course
The terror Well you know I love the Melvillean aesthetic
The Worst Witch Especially the season when they go to Weirdsister College
Merlin Gay
Honorable mentions: BBC Musketeers, The Sandman, Morgane Haut Potentiel Intellectuel and RAI’s Leonardo
5 new shows you want to watch:
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
The Bear
Wheel of Time
Foundation
Loki
5 comfort characters: (I’m just gonna include characters from books and movies and everything)
Koroviev (The Master and Margarita)
Mills Joaquin (The Living Wake)
Crowley & Aziraphale (they’re one soul…)
Rick O’Conell (also Ardeth Bay) (the Mummy)
Alyosha Karamazov (The brothers Karamazov)
Honorable Mentions: Peter Rabbit, Kirillov (Demons), Mo & He Tian (19 days), Ishmael & Queequeg (Moby Dick), Andrey Daddano (Goncharov)
5 characters you love to hate/ just hate:
Mr Darcy (sorry but I fucking hate him guts)
Jonathan Randall (Outlander)
Charles Macaulay (the secret history… can’t stand him)
Pyotr Verkhovensky (demons, especially the one from the series… I used to love the character from the series played by Anton Shagin till I discovered he supports p*tin and the war in Ukraine… he ruined it all for me)
Javert (well of fucking course I hate him)
Honorable mentions: Sherlock Holmes (BBC)(I liked him at first but then I found him insufferable), Mr Perry (dps Neil’s father), Franz Bonaparta, The Baby and Eva Heinemann (all three from Naoki Urasawa’s Monster)
I now tag @mendely @hartomucho @sherbertilluminated @pinktinselmonstrosity ✨✨✨✨
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mwagneto · 2 years
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has this been done
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omarfor-orchestra · 2 years
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What the fuck
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exterminate-ak · 2 years
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@quacquiapulia aaaaaaaaaaargh
Come l'interpretazione libera di "I love you" su supernatural 🔪🔪🔪
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LEO LIKE LEONARDO RAI???
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dollkisses05 · 2 months
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What I need rn
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the-breath-in-air · 1 year
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The folks complaining about the so-called "bad reputation" in the 2021 series, Leonardo would absolutely throw a fit if they ever saw Derek Jarman's Caravaggio.
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watchforstars · 2 years
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mygenderenvyromance · 7 months
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so i made a venn diagram…
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nynevefromthelake · 2 years
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Salai
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italofobia · 1 year
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why are people liking my leonardo rai posts.
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moxfirefly · 2 years
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Greetings and salutations, I come bearing a part one to (I’m not sure how long) of a Fic trade I’m doing with the one and only @ray-jaykub
This honestly happened without much planning and we wanted to gift each other a oneshot of our choosing. In the midst of it we also decided to try a part 2 of the trade in which we choose the same ship and give it a world (which will be a bayverse take on Capritello!)
Ray was one of the first people I followed on here during my comeback to writing and I’m so happy ours has developed into a beautiful friendship 🥺so here’s to you bestie!
“My need to possess you
Has consumed my soul”
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
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Possessiveness was technically a synonym of jealousy, at least that’s what Leo noticed whenever the word showed up in his brain.
Much worse when it nested in his heart.
There was no reason to feel this. He couldn’t necessarily blame spring or his own thoughts on the matter. Couldn’t blame you entirely, no matter how many laps you’d ran in his brain. Nobody told him how pesky these feelings coursing through him could be.
But could he be blamed?
Could he be blamed when he grabbed you?
Caged you against the wall with his strong arms?
Could he be truly at fault when he nosed your neck, smelled the scent that so often never became unstuck from his clothes?
Leo could breathe you in for hours. Get every little bit of you stuck in his lungs.
So of course he can’t place blame when your hands come to rest against his plastron and the act itself has him shivering.
“Will you ever know?” Leo asks quietly, lips against the shell of your ear.
“Will you ever know just how truly mine you are?” You feel the ghost of a smile travel to your pulse and stay there. Feel the way his large hands grab your waist, the way those muscles wrap around you and lift you.
Beneath him is second nature to you at this point. It’s home to you, to feel the weight of him press against you, secure you, own you.
Possessive wasn’t perhaps the most welcoming of terms but you can’t deny that right here, right now with his mouth wrapping around your nipple, its true. Leo’s lips are soft and welcoming, they suck and twirl the sensitive nub and release with a wet pop that has you clenching your thighs around him. A large hand finds your neck, thumb caressing the soft flesh before it slithers upwards and into your hair. His nails connect with your scalp and the shudders alone have him grinning against your breast.
You chance a look down below and meet those blue eyes that have been glued to your every reaction since the moment he met you. Leo’s calculating after all, cunning if you will with how well he can decipher every little spasm or moan or shiver. He’s aware how to work you over, your body’s basically trained to his touch and that very thought makes him drive his hard cock against your crotch. Somewhere between a languid kiss and another gentle tug of your hair, he’s slid the rest of your clothes off to join his pile.
He feels his chest swell with another ounce of possessiveness over how perfect you look right now. The very idea of somebody else enjoying you like this, the very image of someone else working you up into a trembling frenzy forces him to reiterate his previous statement with more fervor.
“You’re mine, God, you’re all mine” He nearly slurs, drunk off of your scent and the warmth of your body.
Leo drives his hips against you, groans when he feels how wet and welcoming you are just because of him. Every ounce of self control has left the room, it left his body the second his lips found yours.
Reluctantly he detaches himself from you but only with the purpose of guiding his cock into you. That initial breach never stops catching him off guard, it never stops making his eyes roll in pleasure as he pushes inch by inch into you. From nothing to cocooned, nestled in your heat that he swears is perfectly made for him. He groans, eyes shutting briefly from the sensations of how you tremble around him.
Leo’s needy, he wont ever admit to it out loud but its palpable. It’s in the way that his mouth has to attach itself to yours again in a hard kiss. You’re overwhelmed in the most delicious of ways, with his hips slowly moving just like his mouth does. Both sensations purposeful, demanding. You kiss him back to the best of your abilities, trying to find your rhythm in the chaos of emotions that run through you. You feel stretched, you feel suffocated, you feel so very loved.
His mouth is still on yours, kissing with just a little more intensity, molding his lips to yours just as his thrusts pick up pace. You feel him up, from the sides of his plastron to the hard rippling muscles of his shoulders. He’s wonderful to touch, to feel the distinct features of his skin against your own, to experience every little jolt of pleasure you bring him. Such simple little vices he can never ignore, because he is so truly obsessed with you.
Leo’s mouth moves from yours to your neck with a particularly hard thrust. He bottoms out inside of you with a bite to your neck that makes your breath hitch. It’s dizzying, twists the inside of your heart with it all. When you move your head to allow him more space to mark, you catch the low churr that breaks goosebumps across your flesh.
His teeth sink a little harder, until the soft unblemished flesh has a pink hue that soon will give way to green and blue. Leo takes a second to lean back and admire his handiwork, admire that you’re already moving against his every thrust with every intention of getting off. God, he’s obsessed with the image, with your desperate need.
He has to smirk at your desperation, look upon your sweaty flesh as you lean back and raise your hips enough to drown him. He’s enamored with your spasms, the tightness he feels when you clench and beg for him to fucking move, to please fucking move.
“Tell me then,” And you know what he’s wanting.
“I’m yours, just-fuck!” Is all you manage when he props himself up by his forearms and honest to goodness just simply fucks you. His teeth find your collarbones and soon enough another bruise will blossom to remind you of him.
There’s a frenetic energy that overtakes him when you return the favor, when your own teeth find his shoulder. While you don’t possess the ability to break his skin, the intent alone has him thrusting harder, faster. “You feel…so god damn good” He mumbles against the corner of your mouth, and it’s so punch drunk of him to sound like that. He can’t help it, has to lift your legs a little more, make that tension build to its crescendo. There’s an ache burning on the backs of your thighs, both from the position and how hard Leo is holding them.
He catches your stare, sees how your eyes beg for him to keep going to please keep going.
His mouth finds your calf, teeth biting down on the sensitive flesh when his hips just begin to piston. The bed protests but it’s not important enough right now, you’re barely able to speak let alone worry about the bed meeting it’s end at the hands of Leo fucking you into it.
Leo’s lost inside of you, but his lips move from your calf to mouth ‘I love you’ with just that hint of boyish charm that made you fall for him. You try to say it back but your body decides it’s time to revert back to factory settings. You feel just how tight you get around him, enough to make him moan and fall forwards. The pressure of his body, the unrelenting force of his thrusts.
You feel hot and sweaty and suffocated.
But above all things so utterly in love.
“That’s it, that’s it!” He moans against your neck, the all too familiar stutter of his hips alerting you to his own orgasm. You chant his name, all assortment of cuss words when that warmth fills you up. Exaltation, Leo fills pure exaltation when he fucks his release deep into you, marking you and securing that something of his remains within you.
He’s panting against your neck, the hard plates of his plastron moving against your own soft chest.
Leo nuzzles you, snout greedily inhaling you. You’re both tired, but never tired enough for the lazy kiss he begin to give you. You’re on autopilot, following his lead but too content to care if your kisses are sloppy.
He feels warm against you.
He feels so utterly perfect inside of you.
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mwagneto · 2 years
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leonardo rai is fascinating. homophobes hate it because it's gay. normal people hate it because it's homophobic. truly no winning
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