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Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

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guys oh my god they invented a thing called friends. and they love you and want to talk to you and be around you. has anyone heard of this

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Skinny people get literally so mad when I tell them I like being fat and that I am not bending myself backwards to be skinny it's unreal

Hey why does it makes you mad that being skinny isn't the peak for me? Huh? Do you think I am unattractive? Gross? Unkept? People would make fucking lines to be drowned in my fat tiddies and I don't even have to hate my body to look hot.

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... hmmm maybe I'll just give you a Neil

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FANFIC FEMALE VERSION ANDERPERRY !

NOTICES

* English is not my first language

*My girls Anderson and Perry in the movie and my girls Celine and Renné in real life! Double dose of sapphics!

*I would like to post daily, maybe not so long

*Probably +18 content

WELCOME TO THE TORTURED POETS SOCIETY

TAKE 01 . 

And they were roommates.

-Good morning everyone, girls, I'm Tomás, your director and I'm more than happy to announce that you're our cast! Welcome to the Tortured Poets Society!

Well, here we are.

A new movie is exploding with buzz throughout the film industry.

The remake of the famous and appreciated film 

“Dead Poets Society.” now titled Tortured Poets Society. 

For some time now, the producers have been wanting to renew, perhaps bring a new audience to the work, and also the need to finally expose the ideas that were not appropriate in 1990. 

And why not tortured poet girls!

Amazing. 

And so, here they are. The new characters and soon the newest eye candy and stars of the entire film industry. 

And not only was the film the hot news of the moment, but also Renné and Celine, rising actresses and polar opposites as the names to give life to the main characters.

The buzz quickly emerged in the media.

“Ah, but isn’t it a risky bet? A character as controversial as Celine alongside Renné?”

“Renné shouldn’t have stopped making the classics and risked this woke agenda”

“I just hope Celine is polite and doesn’t hit on Reneé, no one is forced to be gay either”

And as for the film, the rumors were even bigger and more venomous.

“It’s risky but the director gave free rein”

“It’s really sad to watch a classic appeal to the agenda.”

“It’s definitely something to make money.”

… 

-And then, I fell hard in the middle of the stage. I could barely understand what was happening. It was so embarrassing, thank goodness the spotlight soon went to the other side of the stage or I wouldn't have had the strength to get up!

Laughter could easily be heard from the lunch table of tortured poets, as the cast called themselves.

It had been a week since the start of the meetings for the beginning of the team bonding period.

The actress in the spotlight, who told a hilarious story about the time she fell in the middle of the stage, was Nancy, or rather, our girl Dalton, who was struggling to tie up her frizzy hair, while her laughter took all the breath away from her. Next to her hovered the calm redhead Sara, better known by her surname Meeks, who tried to help her colleague in her arduous mission of tying up her hair, and laughing and eating and remembering the facts of the story.

In order, the other redhead, Tayla, who was calmly sipping her apple juice and smiling at Nancy, unlike her character, who was reserved, would be and would, as is well known, at some point in the film, exchange blows with Dalton.

On the other side of the table we have the tall Suzie, who will soon be seen as our intelligent and sober Pitts, but who at the moment had a frown and serious brow, focused on her mission to discover the taste of the meat she had bought in the vegan area of the restaurant. Beside her, sharing the same mission, was Jhenny, with a white sweatshirt tied around her shoulders, even though the undeniable heat of Solarium was present without regrets, she wanted to feel the essence of the passionate overstreet.

In the distance, crossing the small street that separated the restaurant from the tables they were sitting at, Celine and Renné captured the eyes of the girls at the table, laughing at their conversation and absorbed in their bubble.

Celine dressed in a black t-shirt of the band she was in and ripped shorts with simple combat boots on her feet, contrasting perfectly with the light-colored pieces that Renné was wearing, a lace dress and small white heels, giving her a delicate and calm air. 

There couldn't have been better choices for our Anderson and Perry than them. 

The yin-yang in its perfect definition. 

Screw the critics. 

.the film will be a success

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"I was good. I was really good"

Yes, you were my dear boy. Now if you'd allow me, I am going to drown in my tears.

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i just think neil and todd. reblog if you agree

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horrible

I'm in a job interview (I still can't be a writer or an artist yay) and I AM SO TODD ANDERSON

I just spoke in my normal voice and was tired from the heat and people were like "are you okay?" I'm just a calm neurodivergent and 😓

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I'm in a job interview (I still can't be a writer or an artist yay) and I AM SO TODD ANDERSON

I just spoke in my normal voice and was tired from the heat and people were like "are you okay?" I'm just a calm neurodivergent and 😓

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i’m hung up on how cosy the flannels that all the dps boys wear look, and i started thinking about neil and todd and flannels and this happened

//

Todd is always the first one back to their room after soccer practice. He hurries up to the showers, getting there first to avoid undressing in front of the other boys, and finishes while they’re all still showering. It’s easier that way, less anxiety-inducing. 

He’s sitting at his desk doing homework, hair still damp when Neil comes in. Todd looks up at the sound of the door opening and Neil gives him a funny look.

“Isn’t that my flannel?”

Todd looks down and realises that it is indeed Neil’s flannel. He stutters out an apology and tries to take it off, but Neil just grins slightly and says he doesn’t mind. Neil doesn’t miss the blush that creeps up his neck and cheeks, or the way Todd’s fingers curl into the cuffs of the shirt more. 

//

It’s winter, and it’s bloody cold. Neil’s sitting on his bed bent over a notebook, desperately trying to write a poem for Keating’s class. He can’t find the right words though, and he sighs in frustration, throwing the notebook onto the bed. 

Todd looks up from where he’s seated on the other end of Neil’s bed and smiles slightly. 

“Can I help? he asks. 

Neil nods. Todd’s better at poetry than he is, surely he can help.

Todd shuffles closer, curling into the spot between Neil and the wall. He picks up the notebook and starts reading over what Neil’s written, and Neil can’t tell if he’s deliberately this close or not. 

Carpe diem, he thinks. Oh, what the hell. 

He puts his arm around Todd’s shoulders, pulling him slightly closer into his side. Todd lets out a small squeak, but he curls into Neil more. 

As Todd writes over his work, pointing out what he can change, Neil fiddles with the collar of Todd’s flannel. It’s impossibly soft. He looks closer and he realises for the second time that week, that the flannel isn’t actually Todd’s. 

“Todd,” he mumbles. 

“Yeah?” Todd says, not looking up from the notebook. 

“You’re wearing my flannel again.”

Todd pulls back with a start, looking down at himself. “O- Oh. I must have mixed them up-“ he says, heat creeping up the back of his neck. Neil thinks this is adorable. 

“Oh yeah?” Neil says, putting his arm around Todd’s shoulders again and pulling him back into his side. “I’m certain I put it with my clothes.”

Todd doesn’t really have much of a reply, but Neil keeps going. 

“I told you I don’t mind. I think it looks better on you than on me, anyway.”

Todd hides his blush by burying his face in Neil’s shoulder, and Neil just pulls him even closer. 

//

Five years later, Todd still wears Neil’s flannels. They’re still comforting like they were when they were at Welton, and he doesn’t have to pretend to mix up their clothes anymore. Plus, they give him courage to do reckless things. Like what he’s planning on doing tonight.

It’s an autumn day, leaves blowing around the curbs, and they’re out for an evening walk. The sun is starting to dip below the New York skyline, and despite the chill, Neil’s hand is warm where it’s linked with Todd’s. 

They walk through a park, a route they always take to get back to their apartment. Todd stops at one of the many benches, dragging Neil onto the seat with him. 

“What’s this for?” Neil laughs. “I’m not complaining, babe, but it’s warmer at home.”

Todd reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a small, dark blue box. He gets down on one knee in front of Neil, who is now frozen in place on the bench, a hand over his mouth. 

Todd hasn’t even opened the box and Neil is off the bench, grinning wildly and saying yes, over and over and over. Todd slips the ring on his finger and they’re kissing, smiling so much that it barely even counts as a kiss. 

Neil pulls back, his hands on Todd’s shoulders and grins madly. 

“You’re wearing my flannel.”

“Are you still hung up on that?” Todd laughs.

“No,” Neil says. “It always looked better on you.”

Continuar lendo

[aysanderson]

I just pictured Neil being the narrator of Todd’s audiobooks for children.

[aysanderson]

A quick question about DPS

Specifically the soundtrack. But remember when Knox meets Chris for the first time...the music that plays then sounds awfully familiar to the music playing when Neil and Todd have the talk about the flying desk set? I dunno it feels intentionally to pair that music with a scene that's supposed to be love at first sight and another scene of Neil and Todd literally lighting up during one of their conversations?

So yeah, is it just me who found the music to be similar?

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Do you remember when I said I had an idea for a story where the Dead Poets Society movie would be remade with actresses (and the story would now be lesbian) and the actresses would have a romantic arc. MAYBE, it's coming to fruition...

oh, female dead poets society save meeee

i spent my weekend doing this and i have NO regrets. 😭😭 i love them sm i hope you like this as much as me!!:) took me 9 hours💀

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An informational comic I drew last year for my Comics 2 class, reposting it to my new account (had to jump ship from the old one unfortunately) with some minor grammar changes and learned my lesson in adding watermarks! Happy early pride :)

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It’s always “what is your favorite color?” and never “what are your thoughts on the intensely queer coded relationship of Neil Perry and Todd Anderson in the 1989 film ‘Dead Poets Society’”

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Steven Meeks - Dead Poets Society