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"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.
"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."
Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.
Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.
"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.
"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?
"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"
Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.
"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.
No, not angry.
Betrayed.
He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.
"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"
Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.
"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.
"Sir, I didn't-"
"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."
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“There is enormous pressure for members of these institutions - churches, universities, other organizations - to cover up any scandal. To protect the witness of the church. To protect the brand. Just enormous pressure, because often these people have invested their own lives in these organizations. It’s their way to be faithful Christians; they are really dedicated to the mission, to the purpose. And so when the guy on top becomes enmeshed in scandal, there is a strong impulse to circle the wagons, to cover it up, to keep a very positive face forward and not let this scandal bring down the ministry because of what it could end up doing to the witness of the church, to the witness of Christ himself.
These forces are extremely powerful, and they end up creating really devastating results. We see countless examples of victims - women and children - who end up being blamed, end up being ostracized. Members of the community end up backing the perpetrator rather than defending the victims [...] And add to that this mentality of Us vs. Them. That they out there are out to get us - the media is out to get us, non-christians are just waiting for any opportunity to attack us, to mock us, to discredit us. And so you do not want to air your dirty laundry. You want to batten down the hatches, you want to protect the brand. That impulse has been incredibly powerful across American evangelicalism and within these organizations. So what happens then is that the problems that could be addressed before they turn into really horrible or horrific situations are not addressed. These abuses of power are allowed to continue, and they get worse and worse. Abusive situations are allowed to fester, and these really become toxic spaces, toxic organizations - and the human cost is enormous.”
Kristin Du Mez, quoted on Gangster Capitalism S3e3
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californication's commitment to the "i can fix him" model is fascinating me...they string you along as an audience in nearly the exact same manner that hank strings his family along...they give you little glimpses, a couple of times an episode, of something salvageable or commendable, in the hopes that you won't completely write them off, just as karen and becca will forever cling to those little glimpses of the person who made them happy "once upon a time," who made them briefly believe in a happy ending, who was the partner and father they once came home to...they won't ever be able to leave him behind and if the writers play their cards right, neither will you. californication was written about as "the show that showtime forgets to cancel" for seven years.
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Poor Clarke can't get a quiet day on the farm with her toddler and wife 🤣 How does the talk go with Madi when she explains where chicks actually come from ?
Clarke has absolutely no peace 😂 its always something with those twos. Lexa can say whatever about how much like Clarke Madi is but if there's one thing Madi takes from Lexa is a knack for the drama.
It goes as well as you can expect from trying to explain things to a toddler who had a -5 attention span. She's brief in it tho, tells her when theres a male and a female chicken the egg the chicken lays will be a little chick and when its just the female they get they eggs they eat.
It gets weirder when Madi wonders how mommy had her then. Did she come from an egg too? Poor Clarke was not ready for that. Toddlers are fucking weird dude. She may leave her with Abby for a day and let granny deal with all the innocent toddler questions about reproduction 😂
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I've said this before but as much as I was screaming at my screen, this is an opportunity for ttj to raise roots somewhere that not only includes the love of his life but also relationships without ridonkulous power imbalances among a supportive community and a new way of life outside the expectations set upon him since birth. who knows, maybe he'll choose to embrace his devil god fate lord knows the tension would not only be palpable but sexy af or maybe he'll become the supreme ultimate botanical sword master but he finally gets to be an active agent of his own life, choosing people, values, and goals for his own future, and hopefully, his journey (and lss's own growth returning + learning her identity) will reunite them knowing they're stronger, happier, and simply uplift each other when together. ttj's enduring love surmounted death and five centuries of agony to bring him to her place in the immortal realm, now it's up to them to figure themselves out and truly make it their home.
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Pierre has liked a bunch of IG pics of this Kika girl last year, while he was dating his ex, Kate, who had a thing with Lando before dating Pierre. Lando liked a pic of Kika BEFORE Pierre, and before dating that portuguese girl Luisa, who is from the same modeling agency as Kika. Kika is a nepo baby. Her mom is a TV presenter in Portugal and she got her first jobs because of her mom's fame. Kika was in Abu Dhabi last year (cheering for Max). Pierre was there with Kate and Lando with Luisa.
Girl (gn), I-
That's a lot of info.
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