Guys I Wrote A Dead Poets Society Fanfic !!

no longer have to imagine bc i may or may not have written a scene just like this into my fic... (its in chapter thirteen btw) 

okay but imagine making out with charlie in this chair… 

today my single brain cell will be used to think about ethan saying bobby’s name at their audition in the nyc vlog

you can pry the 'todd anderson from dps is actually mr anderson from tpobawf' headcanon out of my cold, dead hands <3

The sole purpose of the bedroom is to melt away any stressors.

not to be thirsty on main but the second neil perry put those glasses on i was on my knees 

neil and todd singing to one another ten years after his death

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neil: 

“I stayed there, dust collected on my pinned up hair. I’m sure that you’ve got a wife out there, kids and Christmas, but I’m unaware cause I’m right where. I cause no harm, mind my business. If our love died young I can’t bare witness.”

todd: 

“And it’s been so long, but if you ever think you got it wrong, I’m right where you left me. You left me no, oh you left me no, you left me no choice but to stay here forever.” 

the intimacy of reading while someone you love sits close to you, reading their own book, being so comfortable with each other that it feels natural, like you’re truly home

just imagining charlie jumping on top of his bed and singing ‘good old fashioned loverboy’ at the top of his lungs 

*the day red (taylors version) was announced*

charlie picking up his phone: meeks?

meeks: so we’re breaking up on the 18th for two days right?

charlie: abso-fucking-lutely 

Charlie Dalton has an illegal gambling ring out of his dorm. Why? Who fucking knows.