good BYE
our founding fathers
★ introductions ★
my name is elysian but everyone calls me eli or E
my pronouns are he/him or they/them
im twenty one years old, an infp and ennegram type four
☀️ sagittarius 🌙 pisces ⬆️ gemini
my blog is mostly dead poets society and marauders with a bit of dark academia every now and then.
i also write on ao3 @moonypie426 and requests for dead poets society or marauders era one shots are open :)
just uploaded chapter seven of my poly dead poets fic called ‘what we stay alive for’ so if you havent checked it out yet you totally should :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34020262/chapters/84617554
the devil made me do it but i also kinda wanted to
this 1000% happened
Neil and Todd: *talking abt Oscar Wilde*
Charlie: omg is that the hot fox from zootopia
Yes, this is based off of a real interaction I had
Robert Sean Leonard as Rusty Duggan in ‘Bluffing It’ (1987)
hes so pretty and for WHAT?????
SIR SIR SIR SIR SIR-
I just want a significant other who's my age and who looks like he just came out of dead poet's society like please that's all I ask for
i just think
Photography: Egypt. Alexandria. 1993. Photographer: Harry Gruyaert
crying in the club rn i love this sm
“See,” Todd pointed up at the sky, the pavement cool against his back, “we’ll all end up there one day.”
Neil frowned, turning his gaze from the boy up to the sky. “Where? The stars?”
Todd nodded excitedly, his hand falling back down to intertwine with Neil’s. The same shock, the same butterflies, the same smile, and it never ever got old. “Yep, after, you know, my mom says so anyway.”
Neil hummed, the sky wasn’t very full tonight. “There’s so much space between each one though.”
He laughed, “course there is, needs space for all of us, don’t it?”
Neil pondered that for a moment, “our stars have to be close together.”
Todd turned to him, his lips quirked just slightly, “don’t like being lonely?”
He smiled, watching his fingers trace patterns on Todd’s arm before looking up, “don’t like being without you.”