chenkitays:

THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS by @chloegong (November 17, 2020)

A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. At the heart of it all is eighteen-year-old Juliette Cai, a former flapper who has returned to assume her role as the proud heir of the Scarlet Gang—a network of criminals far above the law. Their only rivals in power are the White Flowers, who have fought the Scarlets for generations. And behind every move is their heir, Roma Montagov, Juliette’s first love… and first betrayal. (Goodreads)

montagov:

@projectliterature event 01: 2020 releases  —  these violent delights
    _{— The year is 1926, and Shanghai hums to the tune of debauchery. A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. At the heart of it all is eighteen-year-old Juliette Cai, a former flapper who has returned to assume her role as the proud heir of the Scarlet Gang—a network of criminals far above the law. Their only rivals in power are the White Flowers, who have fought the Scarlets for generations. And behind every move is their heir, Roma Montagov, Juliette’s first love…and first betrayal.}

moonchosens:

FAVES OF THE DECADE: 2018 ☆ Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan
Desire cannot be tamed. That’s what the King told me the first time I was here. Well, King. You should see how untameable love makes you.

venka:

the poppy war → requested by @foxholes

we aren’t here to be sophisticated. we’re here to fuck people up.

andrewneils:

life never turns out how you imagine it will when you’re young. everything is smaller than you think, or too big. It all smells a little funny and fits like somebody else’s shirt. 

wymck:

THE LUNAR CHRONICLES: SCARLET BENOIT AND WOLF
— His expression held pain and desperation and mute anger—but not for her.

   “He’s in my head,” he said, his voice a rumbling growl. “Scarlet. I can’t—”
He looked away, face scrunching.

   Scarlet traced her fingers along his face. The same jaw, the same cheekbones, the same scars, all splattered with blood. 

   She brushed her fingers through his wild hair. “Just stay with me. Protect me, like you said you would.”

inspiredbyabook:

the the devouring gray duology by christine lynn herman

this was hurt it would never understand. this was hurt made from love. and she immersed herself in grief, embraced it, the parts of her that had been so lost and broken, so long her enemy, were now her savior.

lovewlws:

@fandomaestheticnet pride month » this is how you lose the time war 

I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. Listen to me. I am your echo. I would rather break the world than lose you.

obsidios:

MAKE ME CHOOSE — @kuweisyulbos asked the secret history or vicious

It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? [insp]