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totowlff · 2 years ago

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extra — das herz ist eine schlecht gebaute brücke

➝ toto never wanted to depend on anyone in any way. however, he realizes the hard way that some people depend on him. and he has been failing them miserably.

➝ word count: 4,1k

➝ warnings: mentions of smut, broken bones and childhood traumas

➝ author’s note: passing quickly to thank the reception that nat's version has been receiving. this is another extra created by ally with a pinch of mine here and there. hope you like it.

APRIL, 2015

It was Tuesday morning in Oxfordshire when Toto woke up just before his alarm. The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, but somehow, just from the sliver of light shining through, Toto Wolff could tell that it was a cool and gloomy day.

He was in no hurry to get started for the day. Like most mornings, Toto woke up with Elisabeth snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist. He’d stay there all day if he could, but neither he nor his girlfriend were really the type to lay around all day. Even so, he lived for mornings like this — no early meetings to rush off to, no need to get up for early track sessions. The house was peaceful and quiet, he was warm and comfortable with the love of his life in his arms. It was a rare day that he or Elisabeth didn’t have somewhere to be right away — the kind of morning he used to fantasize about, and he wanted to make it last.

Elisabeth obviously had other ideas — she woke up, stretched a bit, and moved to roll out of bed, but Toto realized he wasn’t quite ready yet. “Just a little bit longer,” he thought. He tightened his arms around her waist.

— Please, Liesl — he said, quietly. He said it in a way that he knew Elisabeth found irresistible. It was a bit underhanded on his part, but he really wanted to hang on to moments like this as long as possible.

— Alright, I’ll stay, just for a little while — she said. Pleased with himself, Toto kissed the back of her head, splaying his fingers against her stomach.

Elisabeth told Toto that she’d had a dream that started like this. She described the way that, in her dream, he’d started out with his hands under her shirt, caressing her breasts. Toto chuckled as he followed along, asking Elisabeth what happened next in the dream.

— And what did you want, Liesl? — he whispered. He had a feeling that he knew where this was going, but the anticipation was the exciting part.

— I wanted you to touch me.

— Here? — Toto said, brushing his fingers over her belly, just under the waistband of the shorts she was wearing.

— No, further down.

Things progressed to the point of him using his fingers to bring her to climax, enjoying the feeling of her writhing with pleasure in his arms. He didn’t want, or even really expect, any reciprocation — seeing Elisabeth so enraptured by his touch alone was a sublime pleasure in and of itself. He was perfectly happy knowing that he could make her feel so good — it was as he said, she deserved to feel good every day.

After she came out of the throes of her pleasure, settling back down, she rolled over to face him, and they kissed tenderly before they each got out of bed to get ready for the day.

Toto was planning on heading to the factory today, but a little later than usual. It was early in the season still, and one of those all-too-rare days where there wasn’t anything that required his urgent attention. The car was performing well. The team had just returned from a flyaway with back-to-back victories in China and Bahrain, and it was a few weeks until Spain, so he could take it easy this morning.

His plan was to get a workout in before he had a small breakfast and a shower, and then he would head into the office around 10. He and Elisabeth chatted a bit while he changed into his workout clothes. She was still in the midst of the neverending deal with her father’s pending acquisition of Amira Air, a private executive charter airline.

Toto gave Elisabeth another kiss before they both headed downstairs — Elisabeth to the kitchen to make some coffee, Toto to the home gym that was set up on the lower floor of their house. He wasn’t going to do anything too strenuous today, just a simple pilates progression to wake everything up after a busy weekend.

He had finished one set of exercises with an exercise ball, and wanted to do the next one in his set — one that involved kneeling, balanced on the top of the ball. It engaged the core, quads, and hip flexors. Normally, it was prudent to have someone spotting him for this particular exercise, but it sounded like Elisabeth was on the phone with her secretary and Toto didn’t want to bother her.

“It should be fine”, he thought, steadying himself on top of the ball. He’d done this plenty of times before.

As he turned his head to the mirror to check his position, his balance shifted to his left side just enough to throw his equilibrium off. He tried to redirect himself to fall forward, but couldn’t catch himself in time — with a shriek, he toppled over and fell to the floor, the entirety of his weight coming down on his kneecap. The foam tiles they’d put on the floor did precious little to absorb the shock of his body weight on such a narrow point, and he felt a sickening crunch as he landed.

He grasped his knee, groaning. The pain was immediate. Elisabeth came running down the stairs, kneeling next to him, asking what happened. Toto immediately felt guilty when he saw the frightened expression on her face. He knew he made a mistake trying to do that particular exercise by himself. His knee was already swelling and turning a bit purple when Elisabeth tried to examine it. She prodded it a bit and tried to get Toto to straighten his leg, which made him yelp in pain.

— We’re going to have to go to the hospital, honey — she said, looking at him with anxiety plain on her face.

It wasn’t an easy task — first, there was the matter of getting Toto off of the ground, then, up the stairs and out to the garage. Elisabeth was tall for a woman, but Toto was tall in general. It took quite a bit of effort to get him up the stairs and up to the ground level of the house, and out to the garage.

By the time he was settled into the passenger seat of Elisabeth’s C-Class, Toto’s knee was even more swollen, and his face was twisted into a pained grimace. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his breath hissing through his teeth as he struggled to remain calm. On top of the pain, anxiety was rising in his chest — the anxiety of having to go to the hospital again, not even a year after his last catastrophic injury brought him to the emergency department.

At least this time, Elisabeth was with him.

She held Toto’s hand and kept talking to him the entire time — other than when he was taken to for x-rays — about anything but his knee. It was clear she was worried as well, even as she assured him that he probably didn’t break anything when Toto raised the possibility on the ride over. Toto thought that maybe she was trying to keep his mind off of his injury, or the possibility of being laid up during such a crucial point in the season. This time, he knew he had to be more careful than he had been after his bike accident.

He’d flown to the Hungarian Grand Prix two days after having surgery. The photos of him walking around the paddock in a sling with his arm immobilized in a splint were amusing now, but he promptly went back to the hospital in Vienna the day after the race, when he’d developed a fever. His doctor ran all sorts of tests, but hadn’t found anything significant. She’d told Toto that postoperative acute fevers weren’t necessarily uncommon. It likely developed because he wasn’t resting like he should, and the extra stress on his body so soon after surgery was likely causing an inflammatory response, so she kept him in the hospital for two days. Toto hadn’t told Elisabeth that he had been hospitalized again. She had found out anyway, through his assistant, after he had to cancel a meeting, but he refused to see her at the hospital. He didn’t think his heart could take the sight of her leaving him alone again.

In the end, he managed to escape the need for surgery this time. His patella was indeed fractured, but it wasn’t a bad break, and the doctor suggested conservative treatment first — two weeks of immobilization and limiting weight-bearing. Toto wasn’t happy, but it was better than the alternative. He sighed in resignation.

He was given a metal brace that limited the range of motion of his knee and a pair of crutches. As the doctor was preparing his discharge, he said one last thing.

— If I can say anything, Mr. Wolff, it’s that you were lucky. Performing that type of exercise without anyone else around is incredibly dangerous. If you had fallen some other way, you could have sustained a head injury, or could have broken your back.

Toto knew he was right, of course, but he hadn’t really considered that — he’d been able to do it before, but he supposed it only took one wrong move. Chastened, he nodded, and lightly touched Elisabeth’s arm.

— Can we go home, Liesl?

They left the hospital and started the trip home through Oxford. Toto noticed Elisabeth was strangely quiet. Her jaw was clenched tight, her knuckles white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel. She nearly missed a red light. She braked suddenly, and Toto’s long legs hit the underside of the Mercedes’ dashboard. He hissed in pain, grasping at his injured knee.

Elisabeth snapped at him. She was annoyed, and he didn’t want to argue, but the way she was driving had him fearing further injury.

— Careful, Liesl — he said.

— I am being careful, Toto — she said.

— It doesn’t seem like it — Toto said quietly.

— Well, it didn’t seem like you were being careful when you tried to balance on a pilates ball with no one else around — Elisabeth spat.

Ah. It was all clear now.

— Are you upset about the accident? — Toto asked her, quietly. He already felt bad enough, because he knew that Elisabeth was worried. He’d seen it on her face when she came downstairs into the gym. He’d known, the second he ended up on the floor, that he really shouldn’t have been doing that particular exercise alone, but he certainly hadn’t expected Elisabeth to sound so angry about it.

— I’m mad because I’m the one who’s going to take care of you, Toto.

It surprised Toto — he hadn’t asked, and he could take care of himself. She talked about the fact that she’d have to cancel meetings and make excuses to maintain the plausible deniability that had become part and parcel of their relationship at this point, and said he was like a baby. Toto ignored it.

— It would be easier if we just told everyone we’re together — Toto said, quietly.

That just made Elisabeth angrier — she stomped harder on the accelerator, and Toto braced himself against the car’s interior as she abruptly braked at an intersection on Oxford University’s campus.

— Honestly, Toto, you’re not a baby. Do you know what you are?

— What?

— You’re a selfish prick — Elisabeth spat.

Toto’s stomach dropped out. He swallowed hard, feeling like he’d been punched.

It felt like some sort of long-buried worst fear of his coming true. He didn’t have anything to say to that.

Maybe it was true.

The rest of the drive home, he stared out the passenger-side window, lost in thought.

He thought about his father, Sven. His first hero. What son doesn’t want to be exactly like their dad growing up? He certainly did.

But then… The cancer diagnosis came with the realization that there was nothing the doctors could do other than implore him to enjoy the time he had left with his family. His dad left without home without much warning. He and Lili woke up one day and he was gone, along with every one of his possessions. Toto didn’t understand why.

Then, came the indignity of being pulled out of school mid-day because the tuition bill hadn’t been paid. His father was too sick to work any more and had to close his business, his mother didn’t speak French, so she couldn’t read the letters they’d sent home.

There was something that he realized that day, and he walked home hand-in-hand with his sister, explaining what had happened and why they were going home from school so early — he needed to learn how to rely on himself, because he wouldn’t be able to rely on anyone else. Emotionally, personally, monetarily, it didn’t matter. There wasn’t anyone he’d be able to rely on, because everyone he was supposed to trust had failed him, and he couldn’t imagine failing himself.

It informed how he acted, even in the smallest ways.

When Elisabeth pulled her black C-Class next to Toto’s 300 SL Gullwing, for instance, she silently offered him a hand to help him out of the car.

— I don’t need any help — he said, grasping onto the doorframe to balance himself as he stood up, trying to avoid putting any weight on his injured leg. Elisabeth asked if she could get his crutches for him, but he could do that himself too.

Or so he thought, until he considered the logistics of hopping on one foot all the way to the back of the car and the possibility of slipping on the smooth floor of the garage.

— Can you get them, please?

As she handed him the crutches, he smiled slightly as he took the handles, making sure his forearms were secure in the cuffs before hobbling into the house. He heard Elisabeth sigh behind him.

Toto took up residence in his office for the remainder of the day. He tried to still get some work done, despite his doctor’s orders to rest and stay off his feet. He laid on the sofa in his office with his injured knee propped up on a pillow, a laptop balanced precariously over his thigh. If he’d expected himself to be productive, he should have known better, aside from responding to not even a handful of emails. He was too lost in thought to concentrate.

“I guess she’s right”, he thought, staring at a fixed point on the wall behind his desk. “Maybe I am selfish”.

He took his glasses off and rubbed at his eyes.

He focused his entire life around not having to rely on anyone else.

But somewhere, along the way, he supposed he’d lost sight of the fact that it didn’t mean that there weren’t people that relied on him, like his kids, his employees, his partners — first Stephanie, now Elisabeth.

When he was with Stephanie, he was trying to build his business, and it took him away from home a lot. He was traveling to meet with possible clients, working a lot of late nights. He’d missed a lot of important moments. His daughter’s first steps, his son’s first words. It always made him feel terrible, but he justified it by telling himself that it was what was best for his family. If he was successful, they’d be taken care of, and even if something happened to him, he’d know they wouldn’t have to suffer like he did as a boy, being told to go home from school in the middle of the day because your school bills hadn’t been paid.

He wondered if he was more like his mother, or like his father. His father left, maybe to spare him, his mother, and his sister from having to see him suffering. Maybe, Toto thought, he wasn’t trying to be selfish — his emotions ended up twisted the same way Toto’s were, that he thought he was doing the right thing, but hurting the people he loved instead.

It didn’t change the fact that Toto still loved his dad, and wanted to be there for him. He was sure his sister felt the same way.

But what about his mother? Now that he was an adult, Toto got along with her just fine, but when he was growing up, it wasn’t always the case. Sure, she had to support two children alone after the divorce, but as he grew up, Toto got the impression that she was never all that interested in parenting. She had a busy job as an anesthesiologist, and Toto hardly ever saw her much of the time. Sometimes it felt like she was his and his sister’s older roommate, rather than their mother. His heart sank, then, during his divorce with Stephanie, he’d realized that he’d become his mother’s son.

Toto’s thoughts ran like an old film reel, as he thought back on things from his adolescent years, trying to draw lines between his parents and himself, especially in the early years of his kids’ lives. Since the divorce, he’d tried to make a more concerted effort to spend more time with his children, to call them regularly, but the reality remained that he was busy, especially after having taken on a job that brought him all over the world. He was so mired in his own thoughts that the sound of Elisabeth knocking lightly on the door to his office startled him.

Without a single word, she eased the door open, a plate and fork in one of her hands — she’d brought him dinner. A plate of pasta with pesto. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he’d been getting until he smelled the pungent garlic and verdant basil.

He could hardly bring himself to look at her, he felt so ashamed of himself. She had been right, earlier. He could only imagine that she was still furious with him. She had every right to be.

He was selfish.

— Thank you — he mumbled, avoiding her gaze. He let himself steal a glance as she turned back around to leave. There was an unmistakable sadness in her eyes that wrenched at Toto’s heart more.

He needed to try to make this right, because Elisabeth… His children, his friends, his employees… They all deserved better than what he’d been given.

He sighed deeply, setting his laptop on the sofa, shimmying backwards to get into a seated position before he moved himself to his desk chair to eat. The pasta was perfectly cooked, the pesto was delicious. Neither of them were amazing in the kitchen — Toto knew how to make a few things, as he’d proudly told Elisabeth on their “first date” at his apartment, but most of it was things that kids liked and were easy to make, like frozen knödel and vegetables, pancakes, noodles, chicken nuggets, fish fingers, those sorts of things, from the weeks that Ben and Rosi stayed with Toto when they were younger than they were now. Elisabeth was a much better cook than he was, having spent time growing up in Italy in Spain.

He’d made the spaghetti bolognese for their first date that Elisabeth had deemed “edible”, but he went through a few failed batches of it before the occasion, desperate to treat her to a nice dinner he’d made himself.

Some time later, Toto heard Elisabeth’s footsteps padding down the hallway, towards the direction of their bedroom. He glanced at his watch and realized that she must be getting ready for bed.

He had briefly considered sleeping in the guest bedroom, for fear that Elisabeth still wouldn’t want to talk to him or sleep next to him, but he decided that there was no sense in making more work by unmaking a second bed.

Plus, if she was still awake by the time he went to bed after showering… Maybe they could talk. Maybe he could apologize.

He showered very carefully, brushed his teeth, and changed into his pajamas. It looked like Elisabeth was already asleep by the time he settled down on his side of the mattress.

“I guess we’ll talk in the morning”, he thought as he laid down. But then, after he’d settled in, he heard the sound of quiet sniffling from Elisabeth’s side of the bed, like she was trying not to cry. Toto felt a lump forming in his throat. He rolled over with some difficulty, trying to keep his injured leg straight, onto his side and tapped her shoulder.

— Elisabeth?

— Yeah? — her voice sounded unsure, like she was afraid of what Toto would say. Toto’s chest tightened.

— Are you awake?

— Yes.

He asked if he could ask her a question, and she said yes, so Toto took a deep, measured breath before proceeding.

— Do you really think I’m selfish?

It was a strange question, and he worried for a moment that it would just start their fight all over again, especially when she rolled over to face him. Her expression was confused at first, and then it softened when she looked into his eyes. Still, she did ask why Toto was asking her.

It was a fair question, he supposed.

He started talking about when his father was diagnosed with the illness that would eventually end his life. He was surprised at how emotional it was making him. He could feel tears gathering in his eyes as he described the day that he’d woken up to find that his dad was gone, along with all of his worldly possessions. He talked about how Lili cried, and how he wanted to, but couldn’t.

He felt Elisabeth’s hand slide across the sheets, grasping at his fingers with hers. His breath hitched at the touch — it felt like she was trying to encourage him, to tell him he was safe, He continued, talking about how it felt seeing his dad suffering anyway, even though Sven attempted to spare them from that pain. What he’d actually done, though, was deprive his children of the little time they’d had left with him.

He couldn’t even bring himself to talk about his mother, not now. Not yet.

— When you said I was selfish, it made me think. Am I really being selfish? Are my actions really hurting the people I care about? Am I hurting the people around me? Am I doing the same thing my father did to me with Benedict, with Rosa, with you? — Toto continued, looking up at her, the pain he was feeling plain on his face — I spent the rest of the drive home from the hospital thinking about it. Fuck, I spent the rest of the day reflecting, going back to all of these moments when I went from thinking about you guys to just thinking about myself.

Elisabeth’s thumb stroked the back of his hand. She hadn’t said anything, but finally —

— Toto… I don’t think you’re a selfish prick.

She explained that she’d regretted it immediately after she said it, that it was just a loss of composure borne out of how worried she had been about him, and how much worse his injury could have been.

As she talked about all the ways that he gave so generously of himself, even despite the demanding schedule, tears came to his eyes. He’d tried, after his divorce from Stephanie, to take more interest in the lives of the people around him. He tried to keep in touch with his children after missing so many important events during their early years, even on weekends when he was traveling or they were at their mother’s house. He called them frequently, just to talk about how things were at school, and had them over to his Vienna or Oxford homes whenever he could. He expended a lot of energy into making sure that the people that worked with him every day felt supported, and that they knew he would be there to support him, because people that feel supported are the ones that give you their best work.

After Elisabeth had called him selfish that morning, he wasn’t sure that it was enough. A weight that was on his heart all day lifted. Tears started to fall from his eyes in earnest. He was equally sad and relieved.

Elisabeth reached her free hand out to his face, wiping away a tear from his cheek with her thumb. Toto reflexively leaned into the touch, savoring the way her hand felt, soft and warm, on the side of his face.

— You’re not selfish, Torger Wolff. You never have been. Not even for a moment.

Toto felt Elisabeth’s fingers tighten around his, and returned the gesture.

— Can you forgive me? — she asked.

Yes. Without question.

— Always, Liesl.

They kissed tenderly, and Toto drew her into his chest, as close as she could get without disturbing his injured knee. They’d only lost a day with each other, but Toto still wanted to make up for it, as he wrapped Elisabeth in his arms and fell asleep with the scent of her shampoo in his nose.

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iggy-licious · 3 years ago

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One Shot: Splendor in the Grass

Here's some NSFW Iggy smut. I think he's the perfect person to put in an outdoor setting for adult times. ❤️❤️❤️

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In the time that I went to the bathroom, folded up the clothes I had been wearing and wandered to the yard, Jim had spread a king comforter on the grass, started playing Sketches of Spain through the speakers on the patio, stripped off his board shorts and Gucci slides, and reclined on his back.

He saw me approach and removed his sunglasses. In an instant, his large baby blues were trained on me, heavy-lidded, in a come hither stare that I couldn't resist.

He grinned hungrily and beckoned me with one of his long fingers, while his other hand was busy massaging his exposed cock. He never had a problem with pursuing his desires with gusto. I returned a smile as my body began to respond with need.

He’d masterfully maneuvered his white Rolls-Royce through brisk Miami highway traffic to get to this simple house on a quiet street. The fast, top-down driving and extreme luxury had begun to chip away at my inhibitions as much as his right hand, which prowled underneath my skirt while we were on the highway. But here, in the fenced-in yard of his creative haven, his actions called to the most primal aspects of my spirit. I’d told him that I’d never made love outdoors, and he’d promised to make it an experience that I’d never forget.

It seemed he was well on his way to fulfilling his promise. His sighs and groans wafted in the air, gentle but dangerous, like the earliest hint of smolder that precedes a devastating forest fire.

“Let me help you with that,” I said, as I sauntered across the grass. It was exciting to be naked outside, and my skin eagerly soaked in the heat and sun. I felt acutely alive in my skin. I'd never felt this free before in my life.

I straddled him and cradled the sides of his face while I kissed him. My hips undulated over his rigid manhood and his hands migrated to my back, gliding over my skin and causing my body to shiver.

He groaned underneath me as his hands roved my hair and his fingers locked into my curls. He tugged gently while I continued to kiss and grind on him.

“I need more than this. I know you do, too. And I know you're ready,” he murmured, the tone of his voice sinking to an astonishing guttural sound, a sexy, masculine siren song of urgency and desperation. “You've been ready since I made you cum in the car... You were so fucking wet.”

He slid one hand down to my hip and used the other to slowly guide his largesse inside of me. We both gasped at the connection, neurons and synapses blessing us with explosive bursts of pleasure as I took him inch by inch. My back stiffened into an involuntary arch when he completely filled me.

Both of his hands grasped my hips tightly now, urging me to buck on his cock. I leaned toward him and complied with slow motions that allowed us to savor the build of passion that was engulfing us.

He showed his appreciation by bathing my neck with eager lashes of his long tongue and nips of his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so good,” he rumbled while he teased at the base of my jaw. “You’re a natural out here, a fucking Floridian goddess.”

"Yeah?" I asked defiantly as I sat taller over him.

"Definitely. We can do this anytime you want." He grasped my breasts, bringing both of my nipples to his mouth at the same time, teasing the rigid peaks with his tongue and grazing them with his teeth.

"Mmmmm… great idea, Jim…” My moan was wicked seduction that I hoped would keep us outside, delighting in each other, for several rounds.

I praised him with ragged breathing as he tugged at one nipple, and then the other. The combination of his roughness with my breasts and the smooth glide of his cock in me was sublime. Part of me wanted to slow down and savor the ratcheting up of the sensations, while the lusty part of me needed to lose myself in everything there was to feel until the last orgasmic wave subsided and time and space came to exist again.

For now I was more than content to be under the spell of our bodies wringing delight out of each other, colliding and sliding on the sweat generated by insatiable passion playing out on a 90-degree day. We were match-made lovers indoors, but this sunny outdoor scene was a revelation, an elevation of everything that always made our fucking so damned explosive.

I already knew his neighbors were people who kept to themselves and were immune to Jim's unpredictable antics, so I had no qualms about being as loud as I needed to be. However, I wouldn't have been surprised if the thick, humid air had absorbed our savage sounds, muting them and condemning them to the confines of our outdoor love nest.

His biceps tensed as he clutched me harder. "Fuck… You're destroying me with that sweet pussy…"

His eyes closed and he gasped as the dip and roll of our bodies continued. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and I knew he was as close to oblivion as I was.

"Oh, baby… Yes… Stroke me… Just stroke…" His voice trailed as his breath shuddered out of his gaping mouth. I began to ride him mercilessly, grinding with a dangerous mix of excitement and greed. I enjoyed making Jim speechless while I chased the spectacular high that our bodies were conjuring.

He gripped my hips in a way that I knew would leave fingernail marks in my flesh, but the pain didn't even register now. I was too close.

My need was abruptly sated with sublime orgasmic waves that reverberated through Jim and me. He pulled me down, chest to chest, and wrapped me in a tight embrace.

"Fuck, you were magnificent," he murmured. He rested his hands on my back and warmth radiated up my spine.

I kissed him gently, and he moaned against my lips. "Me, too, Jim," I said as I rolled off of him onto my side. Just as I'd hoped, he spooned against me, wrapping an arm around me and cupping one of my breasts.

We fell asleep, then woke up to make love a few more times. Finally, we cuddled while we watched the sun set with bold shades of pink and orange, speaking softly about the delights of the afternoon and deciding what to order for dinner.

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libidomechanica · 3 years ago

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6/10 Technically not a film, this is a three part mini-series, with each episode approx 50 minutes, “Someone Has To Die” really does double-down on the “bury your gays” trope (well the title at least, as ironically the only deaths are the straights here.) Now I am unsure if the makers of this period piece melodrama were aware of this trope, but it feels too on-the-nose. However, that said, there is no humour or satire or wink of knowingness in the work, so I’m assuming titling your “gay” period drama “someone has to die” is unaware. Set in Francoist Spain, I was genuinely interested in the queer oppression and abuse of “deplorables” and cultural tensions between Spain and Mexico and their people that sets the historical context and scene for this mini-series.Those elements remain the most interesting, however superficial. I want to note, we have two heterosexual sex scenes; one slightly risqué, and only one brief homosexual encounter which is portrayed as aggressive, fleeting and fully clothed. There is no gay intimacy, despite the main character Gabino’s tragic affection for his straight male friend (we are lead to believe in episode 1 that this will be the love story, alas), no kissing, merely “acting closely” to other male characters*. Representation in 2020 still has so much work ahead. This miniseries is pretty “serious” in its tone, despite some of the Days Of Our Lives blocking and acting, but there are these surreal tableaux motif moments inter-spliced sparsely throughout which are jarring, out of tone with the rest of the work and strange. Are they internal depictions of character’s psychological landscapes or are they music-video-esque like montages added to embellish and distract? I found them pointless and off-putting. There’s one with Cecilia Suárez as the character Mina in the shooting pigeon pen which is so jarring and unreal it’s hilarious. I do have to say, the final moments of this is absolute BONKERS and really makes the investment both worth your time and completely devastating. My jaw dropped. I respect a writer who will straight up murder half your cast after building up these characters over three hours. *I also have to note the scene between Carlos Cuevas as Alonso (Gabino’s teenage homosexual tryst and longtime estranged friend) and Alejandro Speitzer as Gabino in Part III in the car at the end - it was beautifully written, performed and this series needed WAY more of this. Stunning. Overall it’s a fairly good watch and experience, but don’t expect anything too sublime. Someone has to Wiki.

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The Neo-Bashibasouks

The Janissaries are probably the one thing that comes to mind as an military force associated with the Ottoman Empire - Christian boys taken from their families as part of the devisherme system (jyzia) by the Ottomans, forcibly converted to Islam and indoctrinated to be loyal to the Sultan. They were considered one of the elite forces in Europe, very disciplined and ready to enter in combat anytime. On the flip side, they possessed immense political clout and had the power to depose sultans that did not play along with their interests. When Mahmud II began a series of reforms on the army, the janissaries mutinied and were suppressed them in what is known the Auspicious Event. Despite these reforms, another group emerged in the 17th century known as Bashibasouks.

Their name translating to “crazyheads” or “corrupted heads”, they were irregular forces formed from criminals or homeless of the Empire and belonged to no specific ethnicity (the majority were Turkish, but they employed white Circassians just like black Sudanese), who were completely undisciplined, not salaried like normal soldiers and instead were paid on plunder and loot. During the Crimean War, British and French officers had difficulties working with them because they acted like brigands rather than proper soldiers. Even Ottoman troops were forced to disarm them several times because of their unruly nature. The incident they are most infamous for was the April Uprising when Bulgarians rose up against the Ottoman occupation and in response, bashibasouks were deployed to crush the populace. News of the massacre reached Europe led to outrage because of the vivid descriptions of the atrocities carried out by the brigands:

Let me tell you what we saw at Batak ... The number of children killed in these massacres is something enormous. They were often spitted on bayonets, and we have several stories from eye-witnesses who saw the little babes carried about the streets, both here and at Olluk-Kni, on the points of bayonets. The reason is simple. When a Mohammedan has killed a certain number of infidels he is sure of Paradise, no matter what his sins may be ... It was a heap of skulls, intermingled with bones from all parts of the human body, skeletons nearly entire and rotting, clothing, human hair and putrid flesh lying there in one foul heap, around which the grass was growing luxuriantly. It emitted a sickening odour, like that of a dead horse, and it was here that the dogs had been seeking a hasty repast when our untimely approach interrupted them

(The Bulgarian Martyress by Konstantin Makovsky is one notable representation of the Bashibazouks assaulting two Bulgarian women - one of them dead in the ground)

Even more outrageous was the British Empire’s support of Turkey at the time, which lead to liberal politician William Gladstone denouncing the Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli for standing with the Sublime Porte. On his manifesto, he attacked the Turks, stressing it wasn’t a matter of Islam, but rather specific to Turkey:

Let me endeavour, very briefly to sketch, in the rudest outline what the Turkish race was and what it is. It is not a question of Mohammedanism simply, but of Mohammedanism compounded with the peculiar character of a race. They are not the mild Mohammedans of India, nor the chivalrous Saladins of Syria, nor the cultured Moors of Spain. They were, upon the whole, from the black day when they first entered Europe, the one great anti-human specimen of humanity. Wherever they went a broad line of blood marked the track behind them, and, as far as their dominion reached, civilization vanished from view. They represented everywhere government by force as opposed to government by law.

Ultimately, their atrocities escalated into a full blown intervention by the Russian Empire, Serbia and Romania in 1877, beginning the 11th Russian-Turkish War, which once again saw the Ottoman Empire as the loser, thousands of Muslims refugees from the Balkans fleeing from ethnic cleansing, Bulgarian gaining autonomy as an principality and the bashibazouks being disused by the Ottomans (however, irregular troops continued to being used to persecute Christian minorities like Greeks, Armenians and Assyrians in the intervening years before the complete ethnic cleansing in Anatolia).

It’s not a surprise that in Erdogan’s nostalgic and revanchist delusions to revive the Ottoman Empire, he would restore the bashibazouks in the form of the Free Syrian Army. It has used them as both shock troops and canon fodder to fight mostly Kurdish forces along the border, but as a ceasefire began last week these units turned to looting attacking civilians and mutilating corpses, according to videos they posted online. The US says human rights violations may be occurring. Kurdish activists wonder why NATO stands behind religious extremists whose statements look little different than ISIS.

Videos showed men waving swords and chanting about "killing the kuffar" or "infidels," terminology often used by ISIS. On October 21, a group calling itself Jaish Islam, calls on its members to treat Christians as second-class citizens in areas that are conquered and to make them pay special taxes in accordance with discriminatory religious laws. More accounts that emerged on October 22 showed a man with a beard and his friends celebrating the killing of what they call "the corpses of pigs." They claim to be from the "mujahideen of Faylaq al-Majd." The man shows off a dead body of a woman and says "this is one of your whores whom you have sent us. This whore is under our feet."

This is an attitude reflected by Erdogan specially in his Arabic twitter where he exploits religion by using terms like “Army of Mohammed” descending on their enemies, which is ironic because they claim to be fighting against terrorists themselves. He is surely breathing a huge sign of relief with the recent death of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi that he no longer has any rival to leading the potential Caliphate if he feels bold enough to declare it.

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Digital Textile Printing Market - Forecast(2022 - 2027)

Digital Textile Printing market size is forecast to reach $7.1 billion by 2026, after growing at a CAGR of 15.8% during 2021-2026. With rising demand for printed cloths and banners & flag, the digital textile printing market is witnessing an increase in market growth. In addition, printing with direct disperse dyes increases the spread of the ink (dot gain) and can produce less color vibrancy. Dispersed dyes are specifically used for artificial fibers such as polyester, acetate rayon, poly Lycra, and acrylics. Whereas, digital print technologies utilize more durable inks and offer higher reliability, longer print life, and overall cost savings and efficiency this will further enhance the overall market demand for digital textile printing during the forecast period.

COVID Impact

The rapid spread of coronavirus has had a major impact on global markets as, major economies of the world were in lockdown mode. Because of this major lockdown, suddenly all the consumer market has started to show zero interest towards purchasing any apparel products and because of which the textile sector is suffering. One of the major difficulties the market is facing is that the post lockdown interest among the customers to visit textile shops due to danger of spreading of covid-19. So, this global crisis has slowed down the demand of goods’ production and exports of digital textile printing industry.

Digital Textile Printing Market Report Coverage

The report: “Digital Textile Printing Market – Forecast (2021-2026)”, by IndustryARC, covers an in-depth analysis of the following segments of the Digital Textile Printing Market.

By Printing Technique – Screen Printing (Flatbed Screen Printing and Rotary Screen Printing), Inkjet Printing, and Dye Sublimation. By Fabrics – Cotton, Viscose, Wool, Silk, Polyamide Iycra, Polyester, and Others. By Application – Clothing (Jeans, T-shirts, Innerwears, Others), Banner, Flags, Carpets, Curtain, Bed Covers, Soft Signage, and Others. By Geography – North America (U.S., Canada, and Mexico), Europe (U.K., Germany, Italy, France, Spain, Netherlands, Russia, Belgium, and Rest of Europe), Asia Pacific (China, Japan, India, South Korea, ANZ, Indonesia, Taiwan, Malaysia, and Rest of Asia Pacific), South America (Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Chile, and Rest of South America) and RoW (Middle East and Africa).

Key Takeaways

Europe dominates the digital textile printing market owing to increasing demand from applications such as clothing, banners and others.

The growing popularity for printed cloths, banners & flag, is likely to aid in the market growth of digital textile printing.

Increasing adoption of digital textile due to higher reliability, longer print life, and overall cost savings and efficiency will increase the market demand for digital textile printing in the near future.

Higher investment cost for setting up industry will create hurdles for the digital textile printing market.

Figure: Europe Digital Textile Printing Market Revenue, 2020-2026 (US$ Million/Billion)

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Digital Textile Printing Market Segment Analysis - By Printing Technique

Inkjet printing is majorly used technique in digital textile printing market in the year 2020 and is expected to grow at a CAGR of 5% during the forecast period. Inkjet printing is a growing technology that enables to deliver small amount of materials as an ink to specific location of substrate. Its other applications include printing graphical patterns with different scales, printing electronic devices such as circuit boards, solar cells, PLEDs, and RFIDs with precise accuracy, and delivering accurate amount of drugs in pharmaceutical industry. There are some limitations in different aspects of inkjet printing for example, the printing speed, cost–benefit issues, health and environmental concerns, printed film uniformity and material, and fluids' jet-ability as ink—overcoming which would be the future prospect of this leading technology.

Digital Textile Printing Market Segment Analysis - By Fabrics

Polyester have significant growth in digital textile printing market in the year 2020 and is expected to grow at a CAGR of 15% during the forecast period. Polyester is a hygienic material because it absorbs less moisture than many other types of textile. When anything is printed on polyester, the quality of the fabric stays the same. In other words, it does not improve, nor reduce the quality. Unlike most natural fibers, polyester products are recyclable also. It is a hard-wearing material, tolerates sunlight and is less sensitive to high temperatures than many other synthetic fibers. Polyester fabrics only fade slowly but they are easy to maintain. Therefore, polyester is often the preferred choice for fabric in public spaces where wear and tear are unavoidable.

Digital Textile Printing Market Segment Analysis – By Application

Clothing sector has been the major market for digital textile printing in the year 2020 and is expected to grow at a CAGR of 16.1% during the forecast period. Digital printers can be used for printing on silk fabric, polyester, viscose and numerous other organic materials like cotton, wool and linen. Digital printing inks are most versatile, ensure a high-quality print and provide the best industry standard fastnesses. Digital textile printing is the latest innovation in the textile industry. It helps printers to meet demands for high-quality designs, short-runs and rapid-turnarounds. Mainly there are two types of machines such as single pass and multi pass are used. A single-pass digital textile printer has no moving carriage. The printheads are mounted over the full width of the fabric on a fixed print bar, one for each colour. In the scanning (multi-pass) digital textile printer the printheads are mounted to a carriage that moves from left to right and right to left over the width of the fabric.

Digital Textile Printing Market Segment Analysis – By Geography

Europe has dominated the digital textile printing market in the year 2020 and is expected to grow at a CAGR of 15.6% during the forecast period. Digital textile printers are increasingly being deployed in Europe to meet the need of faster turnaround times, shorter runs, and more variable data printing with high quality. According to CBI (CBI is an Agency of the Netherlands Ministry of Foreign Affairs and part of the development cooperation effort of the foreign relations of the Netherlands) Europe is a strong, continuously growing apparel market, home to some of the world’s biggest and most renowned apparel companies. Europe’s apparel import market was valued at $198.9 billion (€168.5 billion) in 2018, growing at an average rate of 5.8% a year. The biggest markets within the EU include Germany, France, the UK, Spain, the Netherlands and Italy, together comprising nearly 72% of all EU apparel imports.

Digital Textile Printing Market Drivers

Growing demand in APAC

Asia Pacific region is anticipated to witness considerable textile printing market growth in the future mainly due to the financial stability and government support in the region. Emerging countries such as India and China are expected to show significant growth in the textile printing globally in the near future. However, the rising domestic demand for textile printing in both the countries will be driving the digital textile printing market. According to the Indian Brand Equity Foundation (IBEF), during FY19, production of fibre in India stood at 1.44 million tonnes (MT) and reached 1.60 MT in FY20 (till January 2020). This shows the growing demand for textile industry in this region. Hence owing to this the digital textile printing market will drive.

High resolution, flexibility and fine patterns

Using of unlimited colour combinations, digital textile printing uses less space than the conventional rotary screen printing. Moreover, it uses less power and ink. It doesn’t require water for sublimation digital textile printing. All these factors keep the costs low. Therefore, digital textile printing gets done without having to shell out a lot of money. Also, with digital textile printing, the accuracy of color as well as print is clean and tidy. Considering the other forms of chemical waste from screen printing, digital textile printing offers a much more environment friendly process.

Digital Textile Printing Market Challenges

Higher investment cost

Digital textile printing machines require a higher investment than conventional printing machines. When comparing the total cost of ownership (water, energy, operators, service costs, ink, post-treatment of the fabric, etcetera) between conventional printing and digital printing, digital textile printing of one meter of fabric is around 1.5 times as expensive as conventional printing. Single-pass printing is a newer printing technique that enables faster printing at a higher quality. Therefore, it is more expensive than multi-pass printing because more print heads are needed to cover the whole width of the printer.

Digital Textile Printing Market Landscape

Technology launches, acquisitions and R&D activities are key strategies adopted by players in the digital textile printing market. Major players in the digital textile printing market are Ag Transact Technology, Am Printex, China Dyeing Holding Ltd, Dazian Llc, Dickson Coating, Digitex India Inc, Fisher Textile Inc, Glen Raven Inc, Jv Digital Printing, Mehler Technology, among others.

Acquisitions/Technology Launches

In December 2020, Sioen Industries has acquired by Dickson Coatings from Glen Raven Inc. Glen Raven, N.C. Sioen, a Belgium-based Euronext stock-quoted company, is a leading producer of PVC coated technical fabrics.

In December 2020, Glen Raven Custom Fabrics has purchased a new production facility in Valenciennes, France, an industrial hub city with easy access to transportation routes across Europe.

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MEDITATION OF THE DAY

"Jesus Christ did not think the sovereign beatitude and glory of Heaven too dearly purchased at the price of unspeakable tortures, and by suffering His sacred flesh to be mangled by nails, thorns, and scourges. Great indeed must be the value of that which cost the Son of God so dear! And yet we esteem it so little, as to be even ready to renounce our claim to it, as, in fact, so many of us do, for the sake of some wretched pleasure or despicable interest! Ye blind and deluded children of men, contemplate the Wounds of your Crucified God, and see in what manner the gates of the kingdom of glory have been opened to you! See what it has cost Him to place you in possession of it, and understand, if possible, how infinite a benefit was bestowed upon you by the Son of God when He purchased for you Heaven, which you had lost by sin! ... Enter in spirit into these sacred Wounds, and you will comprehend the value and sublimity of that eternal felicity which they have acquired for you, and you will learn to detach your heart from the earth and from creatures, so as to place all your affections and desires upon Heaven."

Liturgical day: Saturday 11th in Ordinary Time (June 22nd)

Gospel text (Mt 6,24-34): Jesus said to his disciples, No one can serve two masters; for he will either hate one and love the other, or he will be loyal to the first and look down on the second. You cannot at the same time serve God and money. This is why I tell you not to be worried about food and drink for yourself, or about clothes for your body. Is not life more important than food and is not the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow, they do not harvest and do not store food in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than birds? Can any of you add a day to your life by worrying about it?

Why are you so worried about your clothes? Look at the flowers in the fields how they grow. They do not toil or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his wealth was clothed like one of these. If God so clothes the grass in the field which blooms today and is to be burned tomorrow in an oven, how much more will he clothe you? What little faith you have! Do not worry and say: What are we going to eat? What are we going to drink? Or: what shall we wear? The pagans busy themselves with such things; but your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. Set your heart first on the kingdom and justice of God and all these things will also be given to you. Do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. __________

Set your heart first on the kingdom and justice of God and all these things will also be given to you

Fr. Jacques PHILIPPE (Cordes sur Ciel, France)

Today, the Gospel clearly speaks of living the "present moment": not to keep thinking about yesterday, but abandon yourself to God and His mercy. Not to torture about tomorrow, but to entrust it all to His Providence. Saint Therese of the Child Jesus said: «the spirit of self-abandonment is my sole guide – I have no other compass!.

Preoccupation has never solved any problem. What solves problems is self-assurance, faith. Jesus says «If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will He not much more clothe you – you of little faith?» (Mt 6:30).

Life per-se is not too problematic; it is man who is deficient in faith... Existence is not always easy. At times it can be stressful; we frequently feel injured and shocked by what is happening in our life or in that of others. But let us face it with faith and let us try to live, day by day, by trusting God will fulfill His promises. Faith will lead us to salvation.

Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.» (Mt 6:34). What does that mean? Try, today, to live equitably, according to the logic of the Kingdom, with trust, simplicity, seeking God, with reckless abandon. And God will take care of the rest...

Day by day. It is very important. What so often wear us down are all these comebacks to the past and our fear of the future; whereas, mysteriously, when we just live in the present moment we find strength. What I have to live by today, I have God’s grace to live it. If tomorrow I must cope with more difficult situations, God will increase His grace. God's grace is given every moment, day by day. To live the present moment means to accept weakness: to give up redoing the past or to dominate the future, to be contented by the present. __________

Not to be worried about food and drink for yourself. Do not worry about tomorrow

Fr. Carles ELÍAS i Cao (Barcelona, Spain)

Today, Jesus tells us: You cannot at the same time serve God and money (Mt 6:24). With these words He confronts us with our own uncertainty, which we try to alleviate by leaning on the conviction that we have, not only what we need, but also what we want, which, in turn, leads us into consumism and waste.

Let the avaricious hear these words; let the Christian who thinks he can serve both Christ and money, hear them too. For, He did not say: he who has riches but he who serves riches; nor he who is enslaved by riches and keeps them like a slave; but he who has cast off the yoke of slavery and distributes his wealth in a lordly manner» (St Jerome).

Today, as in the beatitudes — or in the key passage of the new commandment (Jn 13:34-35 ) —, the Lord urges us to settle for an unlimited confidence in the Father, who offers Himself to us as the Divine Providence, for our quest for the Kingdom of justice, peace and joy, and for a true simplicity of our soul, that turns round, time and again, «with groans that words cannot express» (Rm 8:26), to the Only One who can fill to the brim our longing for plenitude and eternity. While conscious of the temporality of our existence, through our own self-denial, we must be certain of our desire to follow the Christ.

Seeking God's forgiveness for past sins and throwing away any fears and worries for a future yet to come, Jesus invites us to live the present day, which is the only thing we can be more or less sure of. And this “today” is given to us as our daily bread. «We only own the present, while the hope for the future is uncertain (...). Each day has enough trouble of his own. So why worry about?» (St Gregory of Nyssa).

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#understanding the gospel reading for June 22nd

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