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why do I never watch things with happy endings.

Anderperry fic I've been working on!

I've been working on a fic for a while now and if you've been in the ao3 Anderperry tag in the past few months, you've probably come across it but I just wanna say I'm here on tumblr bc it seems like most dps fans are here!!!

It's one of those "what if Neil lived?" scenarios with college life in NYC in case you haven't seen it, and it's called "Off to New York City"

my English teacher from last year showed it to our class and I remember thinking that gorgeous cheekbones boy and shy blue eyed guy were kinda into each other and now I've been stuck in this pipeline for months😭

anyways, I'm grateful for all the love my first multi chapter and first published fic has received so far since it started off as a 1k word Drabble :)

I'd say im around halfway through publishing and writing it, so stick around for updates <333

@books-poetry-tea omg thank you for asking! So the introduction is Understanding Poetry, Pritchard is saying how good poetry is something measured by graphing it’s qualities. Poetry is yk a form of art which expresses any emotion you can think of. Poetry is a deeper way of people allowing themselves to be vulnerable and all that. On the surface I am the pages. I represent a type of scale weighing the good and the bad but sometimes my ideas of bad and good are blind sided by everything around me. So the scale Pritchard made shows human excellence not human expression. Which like omg this scene is so important to me because it really encompasses the meaning of the film. The boys ripping out the pages is them finally allowing themselves expression over excellence. I am the pages because I have become blinded by the expectations set in the environment I’ve grown in. So when the boys rip these pages away they are essentially allowing the pillars(tradition, honor, discipline, and excellence) or the expectations that have been set for them to brake away which in turn relates to me by ripping away toxic traits I’ve learned and need to unlearn.

Thank you for letting me ramble (•3•) idek if what I said makes sense but it makes sense to me so…

You know everyone in the Dps fandom is like I relate to Todd or I relate to Neil or literally any of them but tbh I relate to the introduction pages.

Yk thé pages they rip out because it puts a box on creativity so they throw it away.

Yeah I’m those pages.

No I will not explain (unless you ask please ask I want to explain)

You know everyone in the Dps fandom is like I relate to Todd or I relate to Neil or literally any of them but tbh I relate to the introduction pages.

Yk thé pages they rip out because it puts a box on creativity so they throw it away.

Yeah I’m those pages.

No I will not explain (unless you ask please ask I want to explain)

“I love how to movie ended with Neil at the play!”

Stop it guys y’all are being delusional. We all know what happens… Neil gets dragged home by his dad and he can’t tell his dad how he feels. He goes to bed not feeling understood with the pending doom of military school. It’s about 11 by now and Neil can’t sleep and he’s just so angry and sad and he doesn’t now what to do so he walks through the house and BOOM!!! Jk his dad wakes up and he explains that he was scared to tell him about theater after the events with the school paper so he lied and that he’ll still go wherever his dad wants he just wants to do theater on the side (he switches his majors but his dad doesn’t know that as of right now) so his dad agrees and let’s him continue at Welton and Keating keeps his job. I’m the end the poets all go to nyc and do whatever they want with their lives.

Dead Poets Society Pride Icons

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Credit isn't needed but is appreciated!

Sorry for not being active, I haven't quit I swear! Requests are open for profile pictures but closed for writing :)

okay… imagine Todds first poetry book saying “dedicated to Neil Perry”

I’ve never heard of love until Todd Anderson gave a poem and Neil Perry looked at Todd like this

im sorry but taylor releasing forever winter during the height of my dead poets society addiction is about to be my thirteenth reason 

once again i dont know who made this (if you do pls lmk so i can credit) but i found it on my pinterest and its so accurate 

todd and neil spending the summer together

new anderperry wallpaper i made for my phone

Take me back to the night we met

The boys sit in a circle, laughing and smoking. Neil stands up, hushing the others as he flips to a page of the book he was holding. “Listen up gentlemen, for I have found a fine piece of poetry for you tonight.” He clears his throat and holds the book up, adjusting his reading glasses. “O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! Your true-love's coming. That can sing both high and low; trip no further, pretty sweeting, journey’s end in lovers' meeting-- Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; what’s to come is still unsure: in delay there lies no plenty,-- Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth’s a stuff will not endure. Carpe diem, William Shakespeare.” Neil finishes and bows dramatically, a smile gracing his lips.

When the night was full of terrors and your eyes were filled with tears

Todd woke with a start clutching his chest at the memory, he looked over to Neil’s empty bed and tears filled his eyes. He slipped out of his bed, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his coat before he silently exited his room. Todd knew it was a stupid idea but he made his way to the overpass where he and Neil had spoken on his birthday. He looked over the edge, resting his forearms against the cool stone and taking a deep breath as the memory of throwing the wretched desk set over replayed in his head. He wished Neil were here beside him, there was so much unspoken that he yearned to tell the other; like how he made Todd’s first year at Welton feel less daunting, thank him for how he’d helped, how his smile was the prettiest thing Todd had ever seen, how his eyes reminded him of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. But alas there was no way to speak to the dead, no way to profess his love and speak his truth, no way to watch as Neil’s eyes crinkled when he smiled or laughed, no way to listen as Neil practiced his lines and shouted with joy at the prospect of an acting career. And so he sat, dwelling in all that was untold, wishing desperately to have back what he had lost.

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Todd sat in his seat in what was Mr. Keating's class, he kept glancing back at Neil and Charlie’s desks, it felt so wrong to not have the two here. God he wishes they could go back to how things were, he felt so lost without the two energetic boys, he felt as if he was drowning. Lost and drowning, like a paper in a puddle. He felt a cold breeze from the window and was reminded of the times Neil had left the window in their room open and he’d slept with a coat on as to let the other boy sleep comfortably. The scribble of a pen reminded him of the times he sat quietly, trying to write poetry and having Neil playfully tease him about it, trying to peek at it. He remembered the time that Neil had grabbed the papers from him and he’d chased the other around the room trying to get it back, he remembers the way Neil had laughed and smiled as if there were no other worries in the world. God he wishes he could go back to simpler times.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

Todd went back to his dorm room, he looked over at Neil’s side of the room, the desk caught his eye. He could almost see it; Neil sat at his desk typing out the letters for the play as he sat on Neil’s bed, the anxiety twisting in his gut as he thought of the trouble Neil would be in if it was found that he forged the letters. He remembers Neil’s elation, the boy tapping his feet and talking eagerly of his plan. God he wishes Neil hadn’t done that. Maybe if it hadn’t happened Neil would still be here, he’d be sat in the room pestering Todd about his poetry, joking with Charlie, studying with Meeks, he’d be able to fully live out his life, become an actor when he’s old enough to get away from his parents. But no he chose to do the play and Todd was so so proud of him, he’d performed wonderfully and it had been an incredible experience to see how happy Neil was, how in his element he was, but deep down he wished he’d tried to stop Neil.

I had all and then most of you some and now none of you

Todd watched as Cameron brushed past the group like they didn’t exist. It hurt knowing the group would never be the same, Meeks and Pitts had shut themselves away, choosing to stick to each other rather than speak to the others, Cameron had completely cut everyone off, Knox was too busy with Chris and Charlie had been expelled and so once again Todd was left alone. It left a sinking feeling in his gut, a deep void that could never be filled, once again he felt the pressure of his brother's shadow over him, the pressure to be good and not let down his family name that his brother had made a reputation for as one of Welton’s most successful graduates. He wished so desperately for everything to go back, he was flailing, grasping at loose ends trying to piece his life back together again, trying to fill the settling loneliness with schoolwork. He’d never felt so lost and alone as he did the moment Charlie had shook him awake telling him that Neil was dead, bright and cheerful Neil laid to rest in the cold December ground, now nothing more than a memory.

Take me back to the night we met

The lyrics aren’t in order, sue me, it’s my fic I can do what I want -_-

@kylacxie hiii you asked to be tagged so here’s the finished work :)

Take me back to the night we met

The boys sit in a circle, laughing and smoking. Neil stands up, hushing the others as he flips to a page of the book he was holding. “Listen up gentlemen, for I have found a fine piece of poetry for you tonight.”He clears his throat and holds the book up, adjusting his reading glasses. “O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! Your true-love's coming. That can sing both high and low; trip no further, pretty sweeting, journey’s end in lovers' meeting-- Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; what’s to come is still unsure: in delay there lies no plenty,-- Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth’s a stuff will not endure. Carpe diem, William Shakespeare.” Neil finishes and bows dramatically, a smile gracing his lips.

When the night was full of terrors and your eyes were filled with tears

I don't know what I'm supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you

Todd woke with a start clutching his chest at the memory, he looked over to Neil’s empty bed and tears filled his eyes. He slipped out of his bed, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his coat before he silently exited his room. Todd knew it was a stupid idea but he made his way to the overpass where he and Neil had spoken on his birthday. He looked over the edge, resting his forearms against the cool stone and taking a deep breath as the memory of throwing the wretched desk set over replayed in his head. He wished Neil were here beside him, there was so much unspoken that he yearned to tell the other; like how he made Todd’s first year at Welton feel less daunting, thank him for how he’d helped, how his smile was the prettiest thing Todd had ever seen, how his eyes reminded him of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. But alas there was no way to speak to the dead, no way to profess his love and speak his truth, no way to watch as Neil’s eyes crinkled when he smiled or laughed, no way to listen as Neil practiced his lines and shouted with joy at the prospect of an acting career. And so he sat, dwelling in all that was untold, wishing desperately to have back what he had lost.

Little fic im working on

Please don’t copy to any other sites

I listened to the night we met 115 times while writing this (the only time I’ll do math)

I thought about two «Dead poets society» AUs. One of them is Severance!AU(because I'm watching «Severance» and I'm obsessed with this show). With Todd as Mark Scout and Neil as Jemma. I don't have any illustrations yet beacause I thought of that nine minutes ago for the first time. Soo if any of you people who may see this post love both dps and «Severance» than tell me what you think?? I guess???

(My second AU is more complicated and I thought about it more so I'll maybe draw something).

Okay I don't like it. Sketch was okay buut now I kinda hate it. Buut I can't change it because I'm tired of this picture. So. It is what it is. Sorry if it looks like shit I honestly can't look at it anymore.

(Btw lines are from 13reasons why. I didn't watch the show but I know this scene. Okay, that's all)