“He’d grown up in a time and place where people like him …well, they just didn’t have love songs.”
I wanted my first post to be maybe my favorite Nico piece ever… the forlorn boy at the Westover Hall dance.

A thing I really appreciate about supergirl is that Kara is never shown to be pretty. Yeha she is pretty regardless because they casted milly fucking alcock but the never show her to be put together. They let her be messy. They let her be rude. They let her fuck up. Every time we see strong confident women in media they are always wearing the tightest bodysuit and look beautiful even when they have been beaten to shit. Not here. Every scene Kara is in she looks like a car had run over her. And they don't "transform" her and make her look prettier by the end to show that she has started to heal. Nah they keep her like that and they change how she acts. I love supergirl.
I think a lot about how in shatter me the republic worked hard on erasing all culture and religion from the face of earth. And it most likely worked. The concept the world being void of the diversity of culture is such a weird and odd thing to think about, and i think it’s such a huge waste that was not explored more. Nazeera -for example- wears a scarf (hijab) only out of solidarity for the women that she watched suffer but she has no idea what it truly means or represents, and she never will because even after Juliette took over, the knowledge that was lost can never be regained . And how they had gotten rid of books. Because they realize how valuable books are. And to control the people they needed them to be ignorant and uneducated. I hate how the romance aspect of the series got more attention than that (by both tahereh and the fandom)
boyfriend!theodore who swears he is definitely not the romantic type — but always walks you back to your dorm every night, hands in his pockets, shoulders gently brushing yours, happily existing within that silence stretched between you like something sacred.
boyfriend!theodore who always seems so distant and aloof in class, stormy eyes half-lidded, expression unreadable — until you glance over to catch a glimpse, and realise he’s been looking at you the whole time.
boyfriend!theodore who acts like he honestly doesn’t care, but always remembers the little things — how you take your tea, that you prefer to bunny ear your pages rather than use bookmarks, the way you chew your lip when you’re nervous, the exact tone your voice takes when you’re pretending that you’re fine.
boyfriend!theodore who sits beside you in the library late at night, not saying a word although he'd previously reminded you, over and over again that you had an assignment due — yet still leans across and flips the page of the book you're taking notes from, tapping at sentences of which could be useful to you.
boyfriend!theodore who likes to smoke just outside of the greenhouses, offering you a drag without a word — his fingers brushing yours as the stars blink overhead. you both never talk much — you both don’t have to.
boyfriend!theodore who only lets you into his dorm when everyone else is asleep, because the thought of anyone else seeing him soft makes his chest ache. he’ll read quietly on the bed; focused — head resting on your thighs, until you card your fingers through his hair, and he melts without you having to say a single word.
boyfriend!theodore who'd never dare say “i love you” outright, but says it in other ways — in the coat he drapes over your shoulders, in the notes slipped into your pocket, in the quiet hums he makes when you trace your fingers down his spine.
boyfriend!theodore who watches you from across the common room, pretending to study with friends, but the moment you laugh at something another guy says, his jaw tenses, eyes narrowing, heart stilling — and he has to look away before he does something reckless.
boyfriend!theodore who only ever lets his guard down in the dark. when it’s quiet, when no one’s watching, when he can whisper against your neck, “you have no idea what you do to me.”
boyfriend!theodore who feels too much, but shows too little. who hides his affection in subtle touches and sideways glances, like loving you is a secret he’s not ready to admit — but one he’d burn the world to keep.
Just when I thought my hyper fixation went away 😪