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(..)therapists don’t take your insurance after all; others have full client lists. And even if they do have space in the day to treat someone, they might not be interested in treating you. According to one study, a low-income Black person has up to an 80 percent lower chance of receiving a callback for an appointment than a middle-class white person."

Racism AND classism in mental heath... damn...

“I didn’t get a good look at that one. Perhaps you could show me again.”

“You’ll have to imagine it in your dreams.”

“Is that what you dream about?” he asked, his circles growing smaller. “Showing me your scars?”
What was she now, some simpering courtier? She did not flutter for men or males. When they weren’t sliding to their knees for her, she was making them bleed. “I’m about to show you something.”

Caelan began peeling the layers of plated black leather from his torso, until his chest was bared before her in all its glory. The curse mark had swelled in size, more veins spidering up his abdomen. Even cursed, Caelan was a sight to behold.

“Is there a reason you need to be half naked for this?” she asked dryly.

“I know how you like to look.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

You know, it's still fun

“Look me in the eye and tell me that again, but this time, make me believe it.” When she said nothing, he placed his hands against the tree on either side of her, careful not to touch her, even on accident. He waited for her to look at him, voice low and dangerous. “You do not cower before anyone. Entire armies will cower before you.”

I do understand the sentiment behind these kind of scenes, but it's way too early

“See something you like, thief?”

Apparently, he also had eyes in the back of his head. Only bravado would save her now. “I can take watch, you know.”

He didn’t even bother looking at her, and she was currently engaged in combat with a fantasy of her licking the ravine along his spine. The enemy on the other side of this battlefield was herself, and she was harder to strike down than she cared to admit.

lol

I see I see (having a great time, unlike the characters)

“Am I sure that I’d prefer to spend the next two hours reading instead of talking to strangers over mediocre steak au poivre?”

“Good luck,” she said, and then to his surprise she turned to Alex and gave her hand a squeeze. “If the dessert is bad, don’t eat it. I have pavlova at home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alex chided. “You know I’ll eat both.”

Cuties

This was his Eden, so why, sitting in the middle of it, did he feel as if he’d been cast out of the garden?

Knowledge had always been the cure, the key to open every door, the lantern to illuminate the proper path. What if, finally, he knew just a little too much to ever be happy?

Happy to be backkkk

A dark time is coming for Shadowhunters,” said Barnabas. “A terrible time. Their power will be crushed, their might thrown down into the dirt, and their blood will run like water through the riverbeds of the world.”


Oh la la

"Practice saying, I just like starting my day with a little bit of me time. Swallow the rising misery in throat. Swallow the fury. Swallow the anxiety. Swallow the desire to light the house on fire and walk out the front door while husband, baby, and in-laws burn to death. Breathe. Breathe. Kill yourself. No—conjure the audience. Conjure Jesus. Conjure mother."

She just went crazy from all the masking and pretending

“He could be perfect for politics someday,” Doug said, ignoring his wife entirely. “It’s actually one of the few positions of power where it benefits you to underthink. If you don’t think too hard, you never get rattled.”

Not the description of her lackluster first time with her bland cheating husband 💀💀

We are supposed to not like her, okay, but we have flashbacks, her thoughts, feelings, are we also supposed to empathize ?

Black people, immigrants & the uneducated native white workers. It was these people whose labor was exploited and whose lives were sacrificed by the Rockefellers, Vanderbilts—by the new class of monopoly capitalists who were ruthlessly establishing their industrial empires.

Terror & violence compelled Black workers in the South to accept slavelike wages and working conditions that were frequently worse than slavery.

"Look at King Alfred and see what a great man he was. He at one time did not know his a,b,c, but before his death he commanded armies and nations. He was never discouraged but always looked forward and studied the harder. I think if the colored people study like King Alfred they will soon do away the evil of slavery. I can’t see how the Americans can call this a land of freedom where so much slavery is."

When my husband went to the man who had insulted me, the man cursed him, and slapped him, and—had him arrested!
After she testified, “(t)he old judge looked up and said: This court will never take the word of a nigger against the word of a white man.’ ”

(..) household work is considered degrading because it has been disproportionately performed by Black women, who in turn are viewed as “inept” and “promiscuous.”

(S)oon after I was installed as cook, he walked up to me, threw his arms around me, and was in the act of kissing me, when I demanded to know what he meant, and shoved him away. I was young then, and newly married, and didn’t know then what has been a burden to my mind and heart ever since: that a colored woman’s virtue in this part of the country has no protection.17

If anything, she had seemed more human, more gentle, than any of the Fae creatures Luce had met. She wondered anew why her father and the fishermen feared her so. Perhaps it was because they had never deigned to speak with her. Perhaps they saw her tusks, her sea-foam hair and strangeness, and had decided for themselves that she was dangerous and cruel.

It would not be the first time men had judged a woman so.

Uh-oh, she just met her ex after 8 years of no contact (and she was recently engaged until he broke it off), and the ex was the one breaking up, and she already feel something and has to "restrain herself" .. babe that's too quick, have at least a conversation first

So you want two tickets and the couple's combo" the girl stated, gaze flicking from him to me, expression incredulous. "With her."
I wasn't unnacustomed to cruel jibes at the hands of other females.



Promoting girls's hate like never 🥲🥲 we don't need this writers, pick something else if you want to make your character appear pitiful and in need of defending bc she's like a poor lamb to the "wolves"

This reads very YA while having very sexualized teens, it's weird but I enjoy all the work put into developping characters

“He was eating yoghurt,” said Mordaunt, by way of explanation.

“You—you killed someone while they were eating yoghurt?” asked Aurienne.

“Yes. It was good yoghurt, too.”

“You ate the yoghurt?”

“After he was dead, yes. He’d hardly touched it. What? What’s the matter? Have you mistaken me for someone respectable?”

I love the humour in this, and the two characters's personnalities

She unconsciously curled into him, a habit borne of months in his arms. He wondered whether he would soon live off these memories once she knew the truth.

Her brow creased in sleep. He painted a row of kisses over her cheeks until relaxation overtook her face. A surge of affection choked him to breathlessness. The gods could offer him every seat in their Bright Realms, yet this was the only one he craved.

ughh

Damn miss Abeysekara !! You had me for a while but I remember your game now 😏

“Peahen,” Bastian offered with a flip of his hand, settling on the arm of the couch to watch her eat. “I hate it, but it seems you don’t.”

“I’d eat anything right about now,” Lore said around a full mouth.

“See, had you not just gone through something rather traumatic, I’d be making an off-color joke about that. As it is, I will let it lie. Please admire my restraint.”

lol

" His voice sparked in her, like the connection she’d always felt in his presence had sunk deeper, insinuated itself into muscle and marrow. An image flashed across her mind, roses and sunlight in a mountaintop garden, but then it was gone. "

👀👀 I love a mysterious mystical connection

“All that money, and hardly anyone here reads.”

“No one, really? What a waste.”

“Bastian used to. When we were children. He read voraciously.”

“That’s surprising.”

“He’s not stupid,” Gabe said. Then cocked his head, amended. “Well. He is, but not in a books way. Just a general-common-sense way.”

“If you want me to go north with you, ask nicely.”

“Fuck you,” he grits out, though the fury on his face dampens. In its place, a cocky smirk forms as he looks past me.

I smell her before I see or hear her. My little dictator.

“We’re going with Alexus,” Nephele says from behind me.


Hehe randomly picking this one up bc I remembered I enjoyed the dynamic between these two side characters

Sometimes, immoral women became something terrible and unnatural. A greedy woman might grow another mouth in the back of her head that consumed all the food it could find. In the most wicked cases, the woman’s grief, jealousy or rage would turn her into an oni, a hannya, or even a terrible giant serpent, demons that always met their ends on some great samurai’s sword.

" But some part of me knew that even if I left Arden in Allum, there would be no future. There would only …

Ruination. That’s how the vision had felt. Like utter ruination.

Arden was doing this for a reason. And that reason was to protect us.

My bones knew it. My blood, my guts, my soul. It was written in the very fabric of myself."

Mh is it something like, if they dont die at 18, they will be cursed even more ?

Nothing. Just a camera installed on the wall. Just Calla—long hair tangled around her neck, face and clothes splattered with blood, her surroundings contorting around her as the surface of the puddle catches irregular light.

She doesn’t look like herself. She’s never really looked like herself.

Calla Tuoleimi, princess of Er. She could do nothing on a throne, but she can do everything with a sword in her hand.

heh