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good--merits-accumulated · 8 months ago
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If we for a moment forgo canon events and disagreements then I do wholeheartedly hope and believe that Todd and Neil get married during the '70s. It's a sunny afternoon on the perfect day in mid-spring and the light is at its thickest and most golden and Charlie got registered as an officiant just for this day and not everybody's present - Meeks can't make it from Switzerland on short notice, but they get a photo of him and prop it up on the coffee table at the perfect angle to see. Neil keeps wondering if he's going to get the pre-wedding jitters and does end up pacing around the living room early in the morning, but it's less cold feet and more impatience. (Turns out it's kind of hard to get cold feet when your almost-husband is sitting drowsily on the couch to keep you company and he keeps almost nodding off and you keep remembering all the ways in which you love him.) Ginny barges in at noon with hairspray and a sewing kit and insists on making bouquets with shitty grocery store flowers for both of them and Todd's suit ends up with a hastily added elbow patch and Neil's tie doesn't match his pocket square, because one's from Cameron and the other's from Knox. (Something borrowed, something blue...) It's perfect. In the end they go out on the balcony and Charlie's wearing this really tacky priest outfit, just really shitty fabric so that he's probably sweating bullets, and the collar's come untucked, and at the last moment Chris shrieks, "You forgot your bouquets!" and throws one with such good aim it hits Todd in the face. But they get through the vows and both of them only cry a little, because Cameron cries enough for all of them combined, and then that's it - over - and married. And as Charlie beams and says they can kiss there's a well-timed shower of rice from the balcony above, and congratulations, from some upstairs neighbours and well-wishers. Pitts catches the kiss on his expensive video camera and he also catches the cheering, which is so loud that, four blocks away, a lone man packing up his street food van pauses in closing boxes and thinks that there must be a party going on. He's right. And at the end of the night when the last loved one leaves and shuts the door gently behind them to not disturb the newlyweds lying together on the couch, silent with happiness, it's still perfect. At that moment it doesn't matter that there is no piece of paper, or no registry office, or that if Todd has an accident Neil might not be able to visit him in the hospital room. There will be tears for those things, but they come later. For now they're married. The beautiful thing never changes.
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inahallucination · 1 year ago
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au where todd and charlie r 'dating' in the way that they didn't have anything else to do or todd was getting asked out and felt uncomfy so charlie and him started 'dating' but then todd met charlie's best friend neil and uh oh spaghetti o charlie forgot to tell neil his bf wasnt rlly his bf 
so like in this au todd and charlie meet at like college or something - maybe theyre dormmates anyway
todd’s a little more comfortable than he was in high school and it shows in the way he stands and carries himself, so he starts getting a lot of attention 
he is simply a todd, though, and he doesn’t not know how to deal with that
so he asks charlie to help him somehow
and charlie likes chaos so he suggests fake dating and todd is like “um is that a good idea” and charlie is like “have i ever had a bad idea” and todd is like “almost every idea you’ve had-”
anyway
so they fake date
but then 
one day charlie’s best friend, his other half, his brother (in blood if the ritual they performed in highschool, drunk, worked) shows up becuz he’s planning on transferring out of his yucky dad-picked college 
and to todd’s horror, charlie’s best friend is extremely pretty
and to neil’s horror, he starts having a crush on his best friend’s crush and oh does his self loathing go hard
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poetsconstellation · 1 month ago
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@anderperrymicrofic | November 18 | trip
Okay, fine.
Maybe going on a roadtrip with Neil, Meeks and Charlie wasn’t the best idea ever.
Todd accepts his mistake.
Charlie was being his usual obnoxiously loud self, but somehow he managed to know every song on the radio, so he sang the lyrics excitedly, sometimes even dramatically acting them out.
Meeks, on the other hand, was calmer. As the driver, he took the responsibility of not only paying attention to the road, but also making sure Charlie doesn’t get too excited and ends up causing an accident.
Neil was different though.
Him and Todd were both on the backseat, looking out their windows, watching the suburbs turn into mountains, turn into the sea.
Todd would sometimes look at Neil, only to find the other boy already staring at him.
And whenever a song they both knew would come up Neil always excitedly gasped and they sang together, joining their voices with Charlie’s. Sometimes even Meeks’.
So the time passed, with small chatter here and there, the view outside the window passing by and always changing itself.
But the meaningful glances and shy smiles stayed inside, right in those back seats, only for the two boys to share.
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applebyraven · 11 months ago
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or: “Food?” Meeks appeared, perplexed, but his expression brightened upon glimpsing Neil's culinary creation. “Food! Actual food that looks edible!”
just posted the third chapter of our ours! (dps anderperry-centric fic with chameron as the side pair and mitts if you squint in which the poets buy a house together after welton and have found-familystic shenanigans) - you can read the latest update here!
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smoosnoom · 2 years ago
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where we lay our scene
“No reason,” Neil bluffs. He chews on his cheek. “I just had a question. That’s all.” “Oh,” Todd replies, a little mumbled. He yawns. “What was it?” Neil stares up at the ceiling. Carpe diem, and all that, he thinks. The sentiment feels a little too large to carry. He asks, “Have you ever been in love?”
Neil auditions for a play, accidentally reads a poem, and falls in love – not necessarily in that order.
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waitinbythephone · 11 months ago
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started making it. had a breakdown. bon appetit.
archiveofourown.org/works/53261074
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lazydogz · 2 years ago
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//tw for Neil's death and discussions of drowning//
Todd never learned how to swim
His parents never cared to teach him, it seemed like they lacked in all qualities of parenting unless it pertained to pushing him to the brink of burn out in academics. It was something to be expected when he lived in the shadow of his older brother, paling in comparison to every aspect of the two. Jeffery seemed to always be five steps ahead, by the time Todd had even grown old enough approach the old lake on his own Jeffery's free time was eaten up by extra classes and sports, leaving Todd on his own.
And he tried, he'd taken a deep breath and slipped below the cool waters just to try to prove to himself he could do something on his own. Prove that there was something more about him but the lake seemed to have a penchant for empty chested individuals much like Todd, the water swarming him and pouring into his lungs like an barren jar tossed into a lake.
He kicked and gasped for something more than the murky waters surrounding him on all sides but all he tasted was clay on his tongue and the blinding sand in his eyes. Hands reached out towards the shards of light cutting through the dark waves just above his head. The catfish watched him from the bottom, their god-like eyes and opened mouths filled with awe as the waited for him to join them at the muddy bottom.
And just as the thought that this was it crossed his mind, just as every bit of fight fled his body and he could feel the scales against his skin, he was pulled back above the surface. He coughed up the water in his lungs and through bleary eyes looked up to be met with the harrowingly disappointing look on his father's face, a haunting look. He could draw the very look he was given blind.
They never asked what happened and Todd was half convinced they thought he did it on purpose.
Todd became wary of lakes, he didn't trust what laid beneath the mirrored surface even when the blue skies made it look so inviting. He watched his steps while on old and unsteady bridges, crossed his fingers whenever he balanced on fallen tree trunks over rivers and never once tried to swim again.
Years later he's practicing lines on the old dock at Welton, watching his every agonizing step backwards as Neil approaches him fast, spitting out quotes with a hypnotizing passion. Each step closer and the dock dips unsteadily on the water, rising and falling as Todd's heart beat wildly in his chest. The edge is coming closer to his feet, his boots nearly hanging off the wooden planks and Neil is still coming at him, mind completely lost in the weaving of his character through carefully practiced words.
And then they're nose to nose, boot to boot, and the unsteady dock dipping dangerously to one side, threatening to send the two toppling over into the chilly water. Neil was smiling like an utter madman and after taking a deep breath in, Todd noticed his hand was clutching at the front of his coat, keeping him steady, keeping him in place and above the water. His face felt hot and suddenly they needed to break apart and sit shoulder to shoulder.
They watched the calm water reflecting the soft clouds in it's face, the autumn leaves skimming the surface and the tiny ripples running each one makes as it lands, disrupting the otherwise peaceful painting of the sky it had made. Todd's heart still was beating so fast, even more so when Neil leaned closer to his side.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" He whispered beside him.
Todd looked down into the water, finding the mirrored version of himself looking back up at him. And Neil, Neil beside him staring at him with the same eyes he looked out at the lake with. A certain fondness as if he'd known this all his life, it'd carved out it's own special place in his heart.
Todd cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah it is." He couldn't ignore the way his chest was fluttering with butterflies.
A week later Neil kissed him out on the same dock with the reflection of the moon in the water as their only witness.
The months move by and soon enough Todd is in bed, feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head as he processes what Charlie had told him. Suddenly, he was back in the water, he can't breath and everything was closing in on him. The light that was so close in reach has been washed away by the darkening waves.
He didn't remember how he got outside, the cold air sinking it's teeth in his sensitive flesh and freezing the tears on his rosy cheeks. He walked aimlessly, he didn't know where he was going but his feet are carrying him towards that godforsaken dock. His blood ran hot, threatening to erupt from his veins if he doesn't turn around, not even throwing himself into the powdery white snow tames the feverish agony running through him.
Then the wooden planks, covered in the blindingly white snow, are beneath his feet and he's screaming out into the emptiness of the lake till his voice ran raw and his lungs gave out. So much sat on his tongue but he couldn't get it out through his sobs, tears freezing to his face just as quickly as they had left his eyes.
And then for a moment he stands in the cold oblivion, staring out at the frozen over lake in quiet contemplation.
Todd prayed that maybe if he stepped out onto the frozen expanse of the lake it would shatter beneath his swaying legs and swallow him whole. That maybe the icy water would fill his lungs and just maybe that would numb the agonizing ache of his heart.
Maybe he'd finally feel less empty if his chest was filled with water.
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ineffable-hubbiewubbies · 2 years ago
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as promised, here is the finished childhood friends au for anderperry week!!! maybe i will do a full on princess bride au in the future… 👀
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everythingisawayoflife · 29 days ago
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writing a final paper on dead poets society for my film class and my page limit is THREE?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANNOT DELVE INTO THE QUEER SUBTEXT OF NEIL AND TODD’S RELATIONSHIP AND THE PARALLELS OF NEIL’S DEATH TO THE PASSION OF CHRIST BUT ALSO MAYBE JUDAS ISCARIOT’S DEATH??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON’T HAVE ROOM TO DISCUSS THE CHRISTIAN IMAGERY??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANNOT FURTHER DELVE INTO THE TRAGEDY OF NEIL’S DEATH AND THE IMPACT IT HAS ON EVERYONE AROUND HIM???
i need a Cigarette.
somebody let me write this essay. pleak.
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smth-intheway · 2 months ago
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I have no inspiration so here we go for another meme.
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th30ra3k3n · 1 year ago
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“now,
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i have to remember you
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for longer than
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i have known you.”
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(c.c. aurel)
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good--merits-accumulated · 8 months ago
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do you take requests🧍‍♀️
LMAO I don't know if I would write full versions of these, but I can do some short snippets of each!
I. writer! Todd and vampire! Neil neighbours
Nicolas bared his teeth – and they were not just flashing white as Andrea had seen, but long and pointed, and curved like the canines of wolves. And they were no longer white, but slick and dark with blood. Of course. What a fool he had been. Nicolas moved closer and put one hand on Andrea’s throat, one cold relentless hand, so that they could both feel his pulse jumping between them. Behind him, pinned to the metal wall, Clara’s stake lay clenched in his hand. 
“No, no, no,” said Neil cheerily across the space between their balconies, “you’ve forgotten that Andrea wears that necklace.”
If it had been six months ago, Todd would have – and had – turned red, snatched his laptop off the flimsy table, and scuttled away into the sanctity of his own apartment, imposing a state of self-exile from the balcony for several more weeks. Fortunately it was not. He twisted around in the chair, shot a half-despairing glance at Neil’s grinning face, and asked, “Have you never heard of privacy once in your entire life?”
“I have many times heard of l’intimité,” said Neil, grinning wider, “and of einkalíf, and even yǐnsī. Privacy, however. That’s a new one. Pri-var-see. Is that how you say it?” 
He was incorrigible. Todd had discovered quite early on in their friendship that Neil had had some huge measure of life experiences which allowed him to come up with a rebuttal to every situation, and even earlier on that allowing him to run his mouth in French was a dangerous thing to do to himself. He was best humoured. “You’re in a boasting mood,” he said, pulling the laptop towards him. “I’ll bite. What’s wrong with his necklace?” 
“You’re the one writing with your screen brightness all the way up on an open balcony,” said Neil mildly, but acquiesced when Todd shot him a threatening look. “Sorry. Lips sewn. Anyway – whatever gory hand-to-hand combat scene you’re working on there can’t go if he’s got the necklace on.”
“Well, why not?”
“It’s a fish,” said Neil, with some measure of surprise. 
Todd fixed him with a look. “Neil, Andrea is a marine biologist.”
“A marine biologist wearing an ancient symbol of Christ around his neck,” said Neil. “Nicolas – he’s the vampire, yes? – he wouldn’t be very partial to that, I imagine.”
“A fish?” said Todd, surprised. “Well, it's not exactly a cross.”
“Hurts just as bad,” said Neil, making a face. “I mean, I would reckon. You know the ichthys actually predates the cross by two centuries? Bit more power to it, wouldn’t there be?”
He squinted and turned around fully. In the faint light spilling from his flat – the light from his flat was always faint – Neil looked loose-limbed and relaxed, draped over his balcony with his customary easy smile on his face, and his perpetual air of someone who knew more than he was letting on. Infuriatingly, the air was alluring at the best of times. But there was no hint of a lie or a joke on his face. “How on earth do you know that?”
“I’ve got time,” said Neil, “I read.” Then, with a shrug affecting casualness, “Could come over to yours and explain it more to you, if you want.”
“Well,” said Todd, and then, “well.” It had been six months they had known each other. He supposed that was enough time. But it had not happened before. For a moment a terrible feeling of anxiety overwhelmed him – something prickled over the back of his head like a hood, and a cloud crossed the moon, so that for half a second all was plunged into darkness. He shuddered. But then the clouds cleared and a ray of light struck Neil’s face, and illuminated it for him; he looked a little bit sheepish and a little bit pale, with nervousness perhaps. His hands twisted, one after the other, on the railing of the balcony. He was looking determinedly down. “I suppose it’d be helpful,” he said, and Neil looked up with a smile, suddenly blinding. 
“Really?” he said. 
“Well, don’t make me recant the offer.”
“Of course. Invite me in?”
He jerked a thumb in the direction of the door, standing up. “No,” said Neil, in a voice that was soft but carried nevertheless, and filled with laughter. “I’d like to hear you say it.” He was full of odd little idiosyncrasies like that, and despite himself, they were all endearing.
“You – are – ridiculous,” he said, punctuating each word with a movement; standing up, shutting the laptop, tucking the chair in behind him. “Are you recording that, or something? Come on over to the door. Of course you can come in.” He left Neil’s smile and the laptop behind him and slipped back into his flat, to stack the cushions back onto the sofa and check his hair in the mirror. 
It did not occur to him until much later the point that should have been obvious from the start – that their balconies were much too far apart to see well, and that his screen brightness, despite Neil’s insistence, had not been turned up all that much at all. But by that point, he could no longer quite bring himself to care.
II. vampires! Todd and Neil forced to plan museum heists
Languages tended to blend into one another these days; they evolved so much over these many hundreds of years that dialects, once sisters, became distant cousins, and then ceased being on speaking terms altogether. It was awfully difficult to keep up, at least without looking like a fool or a grandfather. Despite that, some languages had, throughout the years, impressed themselves onto certain parts of Todd’s moods. Corsican when he was feeling playful, Old Norse when he had just woken up or was particularly vulnerable – English for almost everything else, except in those rare cases where he felt something unimaginably distressing had happened, or that some unforeseen calamity was tearing at the bounds of his reality, demanding to be given voice and a few more vowels. In those cases it was invariably French.
“Merde,” he said, staring in dismay at the display case, “oh, merde.” 
“Fill de puta,” agreed Neil gloomily. 
Staring back at him was five sheets of stained paper, covered densely from margin to margin in a scribbling hand he knew very well, seeing as it was attached to his wrist. They had been arranged with the utmost care on a transparent support, and although he had not read the contents of the label next to it, he could, very clearly, see its proud, bolded title: The Met Museum presents – “His sweet mouth”: Love Letters Through Time.
“Fill de puta,” Neil repeated. This time with a touch more horror. 
“That must have been one of your letters,” said Todd faintly. 
“The first time I used the phrase,” he rejoined, “le Roi Soleil was already dead.” He gestured at the line before them that read 15th century, exact date unknown. “That was you. Remember?” 
He remembered, unfortunately, in excruciating detail. That had been a particularly thrilling night – a young man, one of Borso’s hanger-ons – a moonlit chase through the Castello Estense – him and Neil had been younger then, and had spilled more blood than was strictly necessary in the process. But it had been wonderfully romantic, and shortly afterwards, when Neil had gone off to Venice to do something with alum and Todd had remained in Ferrara, he had sat at his desk and remembered the moment; their hands and mouths meeting in that dim corridor of the Castello, the soft chimes of their laughter, the taste of the courtier’s sweet blood lingering still on his tongue. Enamoured, and in a mood much more befitting to a youth, he had written the letter and sent it off with a kiss. 
It had been well received at the time; Neil had come back from Ferrara early and they had gone off for a third honeymoon in Milan, and stayed until the whole business with Galeazzo Maria had forced a quick escape. When asked where the letter had gone Neil had only assured him that he had kept it, with the kind of dashing prince’s bow he had favoured at the time. Looking at him now, both of them were remembering it. 
He looked a little closer, just making out a particular line of Italian which had not been fit for public company in 1469 and was certainly not more so now, under hundreds of thousands of visitors’ eyes. “You said – ”
“I may,” said Neil, a little shamefacedly, “have lost it.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and added ruefully, “1844.”
He put a hand over his eyes. “The Oregon Trail?”
“It was quite windy.”
He pointed accusingly at the letter, and Neil winced. “Not windy enough to destroy the damn thing.”
“Well, it could be worse.”
“Worse!” One or two people looked over; he pulled Neil with him into the corner of the room, away from the damning glass display cases. “Neil, not only has our property been stolen – ”
“Lost.”
“Yes, because you lost it. Not only that, but now thousands of people are looking at it under this – damn – ” Lost for words, he pointed at the sign above them as they had walked into this particular exhibition room, reading, quite damningly, Eroticism and Sensuality, 1300-1550. He took one deep breath and compressed all the forcefulness and anger into a single, low, “Merde!”
“It was quite a good letter,” Neil offered. “I was flattered. Particularly the passage about my – ”
“There’s nothing for it,” Todd decided, firmly cutting him off. “Does Charlie still have all of his equipment from the ‘60s?”
“Good God,” said Neil smilingly. The good thing about having known each other for over a thousand years was that, at this point, they could have been the same person; he had not surprised Neil in quite some time with his actions. “You don’t mean to break into the Met?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
Neil blinked at him slowly, and pulled him a little closer, so that they were pressed close enough together to be mistaken for young lovers. A middle-aged woman pushing a stroller shot them a smile as she walked by, and Todd smiled back, close-lipped. “I certainly haven’t been arrested in quite some time,” Neil mused.
“And you can’t be hung for it any more,” Todd pointed out, putting his head on his shoulder. “The stakes are exceedingly low. Neil, I really do want that letter back.”
When he looked up at him again he was smiling; the wide flashing smile which exposed all his teeth and the fangs jutting sharp onto his bottom lip. The light in his eyes had long since died but in the reflected glow of the spotlights they looked almost alive again, and dancing with mischief. “Well, if you wish it,” he said. “Then I can’t say no.” 
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I: languages Neil uses in succession: French, then Icelandic, then Chinese. Take all the stuff about the icthys with large grains of salt - I did like 3 seconds of research for this and it was all on Wikipedia! Also I do think Andrea wears specifically the icthys, and not just any old fish.
II: Todd is of course using French, but Neil uses Catalan. Maybe I've been reading too much Aubrey-Maturin. The Borso mentioned is Borso d'Este - highly recommend reading more about him if you like Quattrocento things. Similarly Galeazzo Maria is of course the real Sforza who was assassinated in 1476!
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inahallucination · 1 year ago
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au where kid! anderperry get “married” at the park at some point 
but they lose contact 
until todd comes to welton and neil sees him and remembers him and blurts out “my husband????”
but the rest of the poets dont know wtf hes talking about so theyre flabbergasted (well charlie does but he’s fueling the fire for the hell of it and acting betrayed that neil never told him he was married)
and it doesn’t occur to any of them, at least at first, that neil and todd are teenagers where and why would they be fucking married
anyway 
todd is flustered but he wont lie having random ppl do stuff for him becuz they think he’s their in law - even if only for a few days/weeks before common sense kicks in - if kinda nice
and horrible becuz anxiety but all of them have jumped in when a teacher has called on him so yay
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poetsconstellation · 1 year ago
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Fort ~ Anderperry microfic ~ vomit inducing fluff
It was a cold afternoon in Neil and Todd’s small apartment.
They moved shortly after graduation and now had stable jobs. Neil was a theatre actor, he was doing what he loved the most. And Todd was working as a librarian, but still dreaming about being a teacher.
The boys’ shared room felt warm and cozy in contrast with the weather outside. The string lights and fluffy-looking pillows welcomed anyone and everyone.
Todd sat on the right side of the bed, with Neil’s scrip in his hands. He was in the middle of a pillow fort with blankets on top of him.
Neil stood on the short space in their room that wasn’t covered with furniture. He held a notebook prop in his hands as he declared his lines looking towards his boyfriend.
“Was that ok?” The brunette asked, shifting into a more comfortable position.
“It was great darling,” Todd answered with loving eyes “by the way, we need to go to the grocery store, I’ve run out of tea bags”
“Sure” Neil laughed with a big grin on his face. Before the blonde had time to ask what he was smiling about, Neil was already on top of him, trying to get into the fort.
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applebyraven · 1 year ago
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just me shamelessly promoting my anderperry dead poets society fic because i can and i just posted the second chapter.
i'm going to create a poets that is so found family.
hope u give it a try!
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smoosnoom · 2 years ago
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invent love (invent the river)
Neil is the sort to go looking for his friends, and, by proxy, Todd. Neil is the sort to go looking for Todd.  It’s a strange realization, being looked for. Being wanted around. 
Five different moments spent at the bridge.
Inspired by this scene.
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