#romajuliette
The trope where two characters are somewhere they shouldn’t be, so they start making out to hide the real reason>>>
EVEN BETTER IF THEY’RE ENEMIES- *squeals*
Part 1 of my Valentine’s post✨
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
Valentine’s Day is just a capitalist scam that monetizes people’s need to show love BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO THEM<3
I ALMOST DO BY TAYLOR SWIFT WAS WRITTEN FOR ROMA AND JULIETTE. YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND
“I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye”
“I wish I could run to you”
“We made quite a mess, babe, It’s probably better off this way”
“Everytime I don’t, I almost do”
AAAA THESE LYRICS ARE PERFECT
In dire need of a prequel novella detailing Roma and Juliette falling in love please and thank you
“I kept them, you know.” All the pearls and diamonds. All the bracelets he had picked for her later in their relationship and that one necklace when they were fifteen—the first gift he had given before he kissed her on the rooftop of that jazz club. She kept them all, took them in a box with her to New York, even though she said she wouldn’t.
- Juliette Cai to Roma Montagov literally while watching the water run languidly beneath the bridge. From Our Violent Ends (2021)
but how have we not talked about rosalind lang???
“You would have done the same,” Rosalind rasped.
Juliette sat up straighter. She looked to the door, to the slight gap left ajar. “What?”
“I love him,” Rosalind mumbled. A bead of sweat had broken out along her hairline. She was delirious, probably running a fever. “I love him, that is all.”
“Who?” Juliette demanded. “Rosalind, you must—”
“It doesn’t matter,” she interrupted, almost slurring her words. “What does any of it matter? It is done. It is done.”
Man, she truly loved him. She took lashes to keep his name a secret.
“How much easier it would have been,” she whispered, “if it had been you instead. How good you are. How noble.”
And she entered this “companionship” fully aware of what he was and what he was capable of and it hurts it hurts at how humanized she was.
She merely thought she had found a companion. An equal. Someone to see her—her, just as she was, not a Scarlet, not a dancer, but Rosalind.
It was her fault for thinking that she was enough to change someone. Monsters and money and the city on strings—up against Rosalind, who hadn’t even wanted to go along with it in the first place, who had only done so out of hope that he would be happy once he had the city, that they could be happy and no one could touch them. The world in one palm and her in another.
She was foolish to think that her friends could be kept safe, that she could be the hand guiding him away from chaos. She had never possessed any power here. She had never mattered. Days had passed in that safe house with no change. In the end, this was the harsh truth: Rosalind had left everyone she cared about for someone who was not coming. Rosalind had hurt everyone she cared about, risked their very lives, all for someone who was long gone.
And when Rosalind nudged into the apartment, she found it entirely vacated. She couldn’t help it. She laughed. She laughed and she laughed, tracing her eyes along every missing thing.
BITCH I COULDNT BREATHE READING THIS, HOW MANY HUMAN BEINGS HAVE DONE THAT? SACRIFICED EVERYTHING FOR SOMEONE THEY LOVE ONLY TO FIND OUT THEY DIDNT FEEL THE SAME? CHLOE GONG WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY
“We can live here forever, can’t we?”
She had twirled with those sheer curtains, splaying the lace across her head like some bridal veil. Had thrown her arms up, delirious in her happiness.
“Don’t get too excited, love. We’re only here until we rise higher.”
“Must we? Can we not live a quaint existence? Can you not be a good man?”
“A good man? Oh, Roza—” Rosalind trailed her hands along the bookshelf, finding only dust, even though it could not have been more than a few days since the worn paperbacks were cleared away. “Ya chelovek bol’nói. Ya zloi chelovek. Neprivlekatel’nyi ya chelovek.”
ROSALIND LANG JUST WANTED TO BE LOVED, EVERYTHING ELSE BE DAMNED
“I would have abandoned them for you,” she admitted to the empty room. She had always known who he was. She had always known him as a White Flower. The truth was that she hadn’t cared. The blood feud did not stoke a fury in her heart like it did to others in Shanghai. She had not grown up here, had no ties to the people. The fighting on the streets seemed like a show she might catch in the theaters; the gangsters running their errands were interchangeable faces she could never keep track of. Kathleen had a kind heart, Juliette had blood ties, but Rosalind? What had this family ever given Rosalind to deserve her loyalty? Incompetence from her father and irreverence from the Cais. Year after year, the bitterness festered so deeply that it had developed into a physical hurt—one that stung as much as the current injuries on her back.
Had they just accepted her, had they seen her for what she could do, she could have offered the Scarlet Gang her life. Instead, they gave her scars and wounds—she was marked if she bit her tongue and stayed; she was marked if she tried to make something of herself and strayed. Scars upon scars upon scars. She was a girl with nothing else now.
i can’t even put to words how much this is true. the utter realization that you’re all on your own now. that once you had hoped for a future with someone only to find out that it was not the same way for them.
Goodbye, dear Rosalind. Better to part now than when the havoc really begins.
AND THAT PARTING NOTE HE LEFT HER IN EXCHANGE FOR ALL THE LASHES SHE TOOK TO KEEP HIS IDENTITY A SECRET.
“Don’t judge me,” Rosalind said. Her eyes flickered between Juliette and Roma. “Not when you clearly did the same.”
Juliette turned to Rosalind, her eyes stinging. “I decided to love a White Flower,” she managed, each word slicing at her tongue. “You helped a White Flower set destruction onto this city. It is not the same!”
“I loved him,” Rosalind said. She denied none of it. She was too prideful to deny it once she had been caught. “Tell me, if Roma Montagov had asked, wouldn’t you have done it too?”
i mean the only difference was roma was noble which is why juliette was spared of that choice. lest we forget, juliette killed tyler for roma. roma doesn’t have to ask, juliette would have done it in a heartbeat. but we all know that juliette and roma, being heirs and different from their kin, had strong moral compasses; proven til the end.
in a city that only knew how to hate, they were all desperate to keep and protect the love they had and that’s what makes it so painful.
idk man i just relate so much with a character who JUST WANTED SOMEONE FOR HERSELF, TO TRULY SEE HER, something she can call entirely her own and she is JUST SO HUMAN. she was the perfect example as to how roma and juliette’s love story was literally worth dying for. not everyone gets to find their soulmate. and that’s okay. her arc finished and her knowing that having her sister is enough. i am at peace with that. but bitch how the fuck does chloe gong expect me to get over this book???
First and Last Interactions of the Scarlets
Juliette Cai and Rosalind Lang // Chapter 1, These Violent Delights (2020) // Chapter 46, Our Violent Ends (2021)
Juliette Cai and Kathleen Lang // Chapter 1, These Violent Delights (2020) // Chapter 37, Our Violent Ends (2021)
OVE SPOILERS
how do you know you’re a dumb reader? when you disregard all the clues given by the author
here i thought those dates were just decorations.
everything hurts what the fuck, like imagine being separate for how many years thinking you were betrayed by the other and then being together for a while and everything falling apart immediately and then a mutual period of hate but undeniable love for each other for four months including getting married but that was it like that is the end of their story like bitch that love story is truly a great love what the fuck fuck me
minor spoilers for six of crows, these violent delights, house of hades, the cruel prince and an ember in the ashes below!
listen i know we all love unhinged female villains but can we just appreciate unhinged boys for a second? like.
kaz brekker’s dark, wet hair against pale skin and glinting eyes when he tears out oomen’s eyeball because he can’t stand the thought that he might lose inej because she’s his wraith and yes, he protects his investments but he’s also afraid of being alone and won’t let the people he loves slip away from him, not again, because then he might actually turn into the monster everyone assumes him to be, and what would jordie think of him then?
roma montagov launching himself at dimitri in the fighting ring because he’s reached breaking point and his anger is overwhelming and all-consuming so he bares his teeth and lunges for his cousin to prevent himself from breaking down because if he can’t prove his strength to fucking dimitri of all people, how will he stay strong enough to resist juliette and make his father proud at the same time? and if he fails at that, won’t he lose everything?
percy jackson, perfectly composed, drowning akhlys in her own tears because if she’s inflicted so much sorrow on him, why shouldn’t she feel his pain for once? why shouldn’t she know what it’s like to feel afraid? why shouldn’t someone be afraid of him, for once, to give him the power to end their life in a flick of the wrist?
cardan greenbriar, eyes gleaming with hatred, pressing his quill into parchment to scribble jude jude jude over and over again, the ink bleeding through the page until it stains the desk beneath it, smiling dangerously as he holds a knife to the love of his life’s throat because it’s either kill her or kiss her and he’s not sure if he’ll survive either.
elias veturius killing his best friends in the third trial after seeing them dead in the first, anger tearing at his skin and blurring his vision because if he doesn’t kill them then he’ll be killed, and the only thing he’s been taught how to do is survive. it’s instinct. lifting his head slowly, hands shaking, surveying the massacre, blood stains spattered across his shirt, his stomach dropping because is this what i’ve become?
when something inside boys breaks and they go absolutely feral, it is absolutely terrifying. and i love it.
juliette cai almost everytime: HELLOOO DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING TO? I DON’T THINK SO
