#dead poets society fanfiction

[ash5monster01]

Would you be okay writing a submissive Charlie smut? You can make him a bit bratty though, that would make sense lol. Thanks so much if you do. ❤️

a/n: I technically had this half written in my notes already so please enjoy the absurd horny thoughts that have been hiding in my drafts for months. at least I finally finished it <3

Not So Cocky Now

Pairing: older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MA, smut, oral (male receiving), heavy teasing, mature descriptions, language, praise, edging, no plot, established relationship

Summary: Charlie Dalton always had a big ego but you learn pretty quickly how easily he can fold in the bedroom.

word count: 2.3k

Masterlist

“You’re intoxicating” Charlie mutters against your lips, knee nudging between your own as he presses you firmly against the back of his door. When he had taken you to dinner tonight the last thing he expected was bringing you back here, but now that he had you he had no plans on letting you leave.

“I’d like to argue that it’s you, who’s intoxicating” he pants, kissing you feverishly back. You smiled against his lips, kissing him back just as hungry. Charlie was growing addicted to your voice, your lips, your touch. He pulls you in close, keeping you both firmly pressed against the door because suddenly he had all the time in the world for you.

You relaxed into the kiss, completely giving yourself to him as he basked in the feeling of his body against yours. He could have you any way he wanted, even against this door. He can feel his heart beat racing as he kisses you. Every time he did it took over his mind and his body began to crave you more and more. You were addictive like a drug that he just couldn’t get enough of. Now that he had a taste he was never going to stop.

You lift up your hands to run your fingers through his hair, tugging softly just as your tongue begins to explore his mouth. You whimper softly when his calloused hand drags down your side, hooking under your knee, and lifting to lock your one leg around his waist. When he’s settled against you, you can’t help the soft moan that escapes into his own mouth. He can’t stop himself from rolling his hips against you and the notion dragged a moan out of him that matched your own.

You clench around nothing as he continues to roll his hips into your own and his mouth begins to trail down your neck. He’s practically out of breath, heart racing furiously as he anticipates what could happen next. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he mutters softly against your neck, hands gripping tightly at your waist.

“Better indulge yourself then” you say with a grin and he smiles before leaving a teasing kiss just below your jawline. He wanted to cover your neck in hickey’s, mark your skin, make you his own. When he starts to suck a particular spot on your neck you find yourself reaching forward and slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. When you get it pushed off his shoulders Charlie’s hand suddenly lands on your breast, kneading softly over the fabric. The feeling brings you to meet your hips against his own.

With his shirt now gone you begin to lift your own, smiling as Charlie watches you with a deep gulp, revealing all that bare skin. When your hands finally unclasp your bra, you’re pretty sure Charlie’s reached euphoria watching it slide slowly down your arms. He was much like a starving man as he eyed your now bare chest. He let out a shuddering breath before trailing his hands across the soft skin there, caressing you gently. Slowly he leans down, kissing the top of your breast and you can’t help the gasp that falls from your lips.

Charlie doesn’t need anymore confirmation as he begins to suck your breast softly into his mouth, tongue tracing the outline of your nipple as he provided attention to both. He couldn’t stop himself from leaving a trail of bruises across your chest, marking his territory as he claimed it as his own. As your head tipped back against the wall you felt the boys fingers tuck into the waist line of your skirt, slowly nudging the fabric down your legs. He was desperate to taste you, slowly moving to his knees in front of you.

He looked up at you with his intense dark eyes just to watch your own expression and how breathless he had made you. He had only just barely tasted you and now he was determined for more. Yet your hands on his shoulders stop him from going any lower, the smile on your face devious. It actually makes him nervous, anticipating your neck move when he was already so wrecked for you. Straining against his pants and begging to be released.

“Me first,” is all you say, lifting him to stand up straight and guiding him towards the bed. It’s the first time he’s never been in control and yet he lets you move him anyway. A small grunt leaving his lips as you shove him down onto the bed and start with the buckle on his pants. His eyebrows raise as you eye the visible tent in his pants.

“This exactly how you want me boss?” he asks, a sarcastic tone laced with his voice and you smirk, hand cupping his length over the fabric and watching how he shudders just from the slight sensation.

“Yeah, laid out and nice and pretty for me” he blushes at the words, not expecting them or your sudden dominant attitude. It makes him twitch against your palm and your smirk somehow widens. Slowly you lean down to kiss him as you unbutton and unzip his pants, only breaking away to guide them down his legs. You waste no time by removing his boxers with them, eyes shamelessly staring at his hardened length. Standing proud and tall, grazing across his abdomen all angry and red. It almost had to be painful how badly he wanted you.

Charlie can’t help but stare at you, his eyes darkened with desire as he watches through half-lidded eyes. His breathing is already becoming shallow, and his heart is beginning to race. A few spots of red spread across his pale skin as he waits for your touch, watching with anticipation. He can’t remember the last time he’s ever been as desperate as he is now. What was even worse was how easily he had caved to you, no longer in control and needy for your touch.

Slowly you drop to your knees, hands landing on his bare thighs, caressing them slowly and mouth watering at the sight of him. His hips involuntarily buck and it makes you smirk, realizing he was puddy in your hands. He needed you and you planned to hold out, tease him as long as you could get away with before the poor boy burst. His body is already straining with need for your touch. Even though he so desperately wanted to take control, he couldn’t seem to find himself moving. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, his head lolling back onto the mattress as he bucked his hips up once again.

“So pretty” you muse, admiring the sight of him begging to be touched. Beads of pre-cum roll down his tip and you hold back despite how your mouth waters.

Your words make his breath hitch in his throat, and more of his skin begin to flush. Noticing the way you were admiring him already made his mind fuzzy. He can’t help but whine and buck his hips again slightly, desperate for any form of touch from you. He never thought he’d end up like this, squirming and needy for once. Every other experience he had before it was the other way around. Had the once great and mighty Charlie Dalton become a submissive in bed?

“I could stare at you for hours” you tell him, sighing softly as you trace your finger up the length of him. He trembles at your touch, needing more, begging for more. Your touch was like liquid fire across his skin, and it sent another shudder through his body.

“Please….” He whines, his chest heaving. He was wrecked, a mess, and nearly fighting off tears that were burning at the back of his eyes.

“Please what?” you urge, encouraging him to use his words and loving the control you suddenly had over him. He lets out a frustrated whine as you encourage him to use his words, his mind feeling hazy at the sound of your voice commanding him. He tried to put together the words in his head, but all that could come out in the moment was another desperate plea.

“Please, more…” he pants, eyes darting between where she kneels between his legs and the ceiling above him. He feels helpless, like he’s drowning and you’re the only one who can save him.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that baby, need to know exactly what you want” you’re evil, he’s quite sure of it. Especially when you grin, slowly wrapping your hand around the base of his length, enjoying how blown out his eyes are from how needy he is.

“Anything, please. Whatever you want, I just need you” but it’s the wrong answer, it cause your hand to release him and strangled whine that leaves his throat surprises you both.

“I’m going to need specifics” your eyebrows are raised, face way to calm for the panic rushing through him from how badly he needed you. At this rate a single touch would send him over the edge in seconds.

“You. I just want you. I want you to touch me, to give me anything, please…” he begs, voice whiny and high pitched. He should be embarrassed but his desire for you outweighed that feeling more. Realizing you’d turned him into a puddle for barely nothing you try to make things a bit easier on him.

“Charlie, my hands or my mouth?” he hand is wrapped back around him, slowly guiding it up and offering some pressure to his impending release.

“I-I don’t know” he stutters and you sigh, releasing him again. It almost made you feel bad but it also turned you on too.

“Decide or you get neither” your voice is serious and his cock twitching in front of you shows he wouldn’t be able to handle not having any relief. You either did something or he suffered. He lets out a helpless noise, eyes glued to your face before speaking.

“I want your mouth, please. I need it” You grin before wrapping your hand around the base of his length again. Charlie tips his head back into the bed as you wrap your lips around his tip. He smiles softly as your tongue slowly glides across, finally providing him some relief. He whines desperately as you lower yourself, taking more and more of him in. Finally finding solace in the soft warmness of your mouth.

“Oh God” He groans, his entire body relaxing the moment he got what he wanted. He moans softly as you bob your lips around him. His hips bucking slightly, but quickly making sure not to overwhelm you as he shivers against the mattress. His breath was coming out in huffs, and he still wasn’t sure he could making it out of this alive.

You continue to bob your head up and down his length. Hollowing your cheeks out and providing the relief he so desperately needed. You moan against him when his fingers tangle your hair, the sensation making him shudder beneath you. You love how whiny he is as he tries not to grind into your mouth. You’re giving him exactly what he wants, hitting the back off your throat as your warm tongue traces the vein up his length.

“You look so beautiful like this, baby” He moans, his words becoming praise instead of sentences at this point. He couldn’t help himself, he was so overwhelmed by the feeling of your mouth and he could stop that or the occasional curse.

“You’re even prettier, all worked up for me” you say after removing your mouth, proudly flaunting the drool and tears that stream down your face from the pleasure. Charlie groans, suddenly getting harder at the sight and you just smiles before taking him back into your mouth.

You have no plans of stopping, sucking him for all he’s worth and taking all of him that you can. He finds himself close to finish when your lips meet the base of him, his length entirely in your mouth. His hips stutter when he feels himself nearing his release, but his moans are quickly turning into gasps of air as his mind turns to mush. He can feel himself falling further and further into a sea of pleasure as he nears his edge, his moans becoming more and more frequent.

“I-I’m so close…” you only move faster, bobbing quickly and sucking him as hard as you can as you urge him to release. It hits him all at once, the finish whiting out his vision as he cums without warning. He coats the back of your throat but your movements never cease. Bowling him through his finish. His breathing is shaky as he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes while your movements begin to slow. He needs a moment to catch his breath, air leaving his lungs as if he ran a marathon.

“Such a good boy” you praise as you release him, arm wiping the drool and tears from your face. Yet the smile you wear shows you didn’t mind it one bit. In fact you had enjoyed every second and you were still wearing your skirt and panties.

“Is it my turn now?” he asks, breath still heavy and you laugh as you crawl up his form. Smirking at the way he winces when his length brushes against you.

“I’m all yours” is the last thing you say before he finally returns to the Charlie he was before. Rolling and pinning you to the bed in order to return the favor. Which he does happily as he finally removes the clothes from your form.

“Now this is what I’m talking about”

[kylacxie]

kind of new to the dps fandom, looking for dps fans so just reblog and ill follow you. also if any of my girlies have anderperry fics their working on i’d love to check it out!

[good--merits-accumulated]

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.

[dreaming-in-daylight]

𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥: 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠

what if neil perry wrote suicide letters?

tw: suicide

Dear Father, 

I remember the days you used to pick me up and hold me in your arms. I remember the times you used to buy ice cream from the truck on hot summer days. I remember when you held my hand comfortingly on the first day of school. Or when you held me as I cried.

I will ask you one question, even though I know I will never receive an answer. What happened to you?  When did you become a man who had no son, but a slave? A slave who must bring you joy by being buried under piles of papers expectations until he loses his will to live. A slave who had his dreams burned after he had finally touched it. What brings you joy in that? 

You shouldn’t be surprised by me dying. I wasn’t alive either way. Just a body without a soul. I am sure it will be you who finds me by your desk, unbreathing, heart unbeating. I am a human, father. I have dreams. I am not a toy for you to play with. I have a soul and a heart. 

Sincerely,  A dead poet

tag list: @booklovrrs @thiamblogger @apollo-sunsaid @neil-perrys-reincarnation @1mlostnow

@poetsinnyc @hyacinthi-mortem @endeavour12345

[inahallucination]

randomly writes and posts an anderperry fic after a year

here's the link:

summary:

"Todd, who had been raising his toast to take a bite, let out a small laugh. Because it was a joke. Because it must be a joke. He didn’t get why or how it was funny, but not laughing at jokes wasn’t nice. So he laughed. Except, Knox didn’t laugh with him. Instead, he just stared at him with something sad in his eyes. Todd’s laughter died. They stared at each other. Todd took another bite from his toast.

“Todd…” Knox said after Todd had continued eating his toast, pity in his voice. “You know you’re a catch right?”

Todd felt thoroughly confused. Like he’d woken up and was actually in a parallel universe. He looked at Neil, just in case there was something off about him too. But he looked normal, invested in his own conversation. He noticed Todd’s look though, and shot him a cute smile that Todd wanted to kiss— wait. Focus. He didn’t know what was going on. He thought about Knox’s question, and well, he didn’t know about being a catch. But he didn’t know how it mattered anyway. And either or, he figured that Neil must think so— being Todd’s boyfriend and all."

or

it never occurred to todd that other ppl might /not/ know he was with neil

or

todd, neil, and coming out

//

and here are my favorite quotes:

“Neil and I are dating,” Todd said quickly; face pink.

Meeks stared at him. Todd stared back. Meeks made a ‘go on’ gesture. Todd stared back. Meeks still waited. Todd stared back.

“Uh,” Meeks said, eventually, “was that what you wanted to talk about?”

/

“I’m still angry—”

“—that he didn’t set me up with you, I know Neil.”

“ Charlie thought you’d be perfect for me the second he met you.”

“I know Neil.”

“No, seriously, why did he not—”

“Neil,” Todd interrupted, laughing.

/

“Yeah,” Todd lifted his head to catch Neil’s eyes, “everything makes me nervous, about this situation, about life in general, but not you. Never you.”

[unfortunately-lilith]

this is the master list of the kinda Midwest emo playlists that I made for the dead poets

Neil-

Todd-

Charlie-

Knox-

Richard Cameron-

(I’ll add more later, check my acc bc I post polls where people can vote on who I make a playlist for next)

[hunterofartemis151]

My dumb ass keeps writing Neil Anderson instead of Neil Perry and I don't know what to do about it. It's a problem. I've had to go back and edit because of how MUCH I've done it. Anyways. Also progress on the fic is slow cause classes and finals and hahaha failing courses so it's very much on the back burner, but I will work on it more soon.

[fishsouper]

on graduation night, todd sees neil in a dream. it’s not the first time, but it is the only instance where neil isn’t simply part of a plot. he just…stands there. and todd knows. he knows this is as close as he will ever get to saying goodbye.

and yet, neil does not speak. it’s strange, the usually bubbly boy doesn’t say a word. and todd screams, and pleads, “i love you, i love you, say anything, please”

and when todd has yelled himself hoarse, he sits. and neil sits. and todd stares, and whispers.

“i’m sorry”

and finally, neil raises his head.

“why?”

todd laughs, rough and wet.

“i’m sorry that i wasn’t enough to keep you here.”

and he knows. he knows it’s just a dream. but oh god, when neil cups his cheek, he can feel it. he can feel the warmth and the rough fingertips and the indent of the small mole on neil’s inner arm.

“todd. todd, my love. this was never your fault”

and todd is angry. angry at himself, because he believes this dream-ghost-hallucination neil. he trusts him. because how could he not?

“i am proud of you. i am proud of everything about you. i am proud of who you are becoming.

i love you, todd anderson. do you know that?”

todd wakes with a start, and for a minute, he is confused. where is neil? why isn’t he there, in the bed beside him?

and it hits him. and he cries. as he has cried every night, and will cry every night. sobs shake his body, doubled over in bed.

15 years later, in the dedication of todd anderson’s first published book of poetry, there is a dedication.

to neil- i have never doubted your love. not once. i miss you every day

[your-local-dead-poet]

been hyperfixating on my dps fanfic lately, here are my favourite quotes so far (out of context):

“If you don’t take it seriously, Nolan might just actually shoot you in the courtyard.” -Knox

“I like the floor.” -Charlie

“I nearly shit my pants when Mr. Wagner started yelling at us in gym.” -Todd

“See you around, sandwich man.” -Me

“So no 98-pound weakling?” -Neil

“Perhaps the thigh thing runs in the family?” -Charlie

“Guessing he doesn’t win any father-of-the-year awards? -Me

“Okay, I do believe it’s well within my capabilities to sneak into the kitchens.” -Charlie

(This is based on my dps DR, so it’s low-key a self-insert)

[im-gonna-play-puck]

So Beautiful (fic snippet)

"Don't you think its a bit more complicated than that?" Todd asked. His eyes were fixated on the paper in his hands. Neil sighed and streched his arms above his head.

The two had been studying all day in their little dorm room. Neil at his desk, Todd with a book on his bed. After a while they got frustrated about History and took a break.

"Well," Neil said and pushed back his chair to turn and look at Todd. "Have you ever-" he cut himself off and gasped.

Todd looked up at him, curious what had gotten his attention. His eyes found Neil pointing outside, smiling and jumping up from his seat.

"Todd! Look!!" he exclaimed, stumbling to the window. Todd strained his neck to see what had gotten his friend's attention, but from where he sat on his bed he couldn't see out at all.

Todd smiled and decided to stay put for now, more captivated by Neil's excitement than the reason for it.

Neil's face bumped gently into the glass as he looked out, his hands pressing against the window. He stood there quietly for a moment. The bright light framed his face in cool colors. Todd just looked at him.

"Snow.." Neil wispered.

Todd set his book aside and got up to stand next to Neil. Now he saw it too. The ground and roof of Welton Academy were covered in a glowing white cloak, snowflakes falling heavy from an overcast sky.

"Snow!" Neil shouted, turning to Todd and looking at him like a puppy. His face was right next to Todd's and their shoulders were touching. Instead of saying anything Todd just laughed and looked at his hands, startled by their sudden closeness. Neil didn't seem to notice. A few seconds later he was already walking away from the window again.

Neil plunged down on the floor and grabbed his boots, putting them on at lightning speed.

"Are you gonna go outside?" Todd asked raising his eyebrows. Neil stopped tieing his left boot to look directly at Todd. "No," he said with a serious face, "We are going out!"

Todd laughed and shook his head. "Have you never seen snow before?" he asked while putting on his coat.

-

Todd closed the door to their room behind them and took three steps across the hall to knock on Charlie and Cameron's room.

Neil was already skipping down the corridor. He only turned around once he noticed Todd wasn't right behind him.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asked loudly, standing at the end of the hall.

Todd gestured at the door and knocked again. "Charlie and Cam aren't answering," he said.

"I guess they're in the library. What do you want from them?" Neil asked simply with a bright smile.

Todd was confused. "Well, I thought if we're going outside, why not ask the others to join us?"

Neil laughed. "Forget the others!!" he shouted and ran back to Todd, almost crashing into him in the process. "Lets go! The snow is already melting Anderson!!"

Just like that he grabbed Todd's wrist and dragged him down the hall. They stumbled a bit and Todd laughed because he was suprised by Neil's warm hand. They were skipping steps in their decent down the stairs and the building seemed so quiet and empty suddenly. They laughed and bickered but most of all they payed no mind to who they might bother with their loud excitement.

-

Neil turned his face up towards the light gray sky and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. His hair was messy and his red cheeks were getting sprinkled by slowly decending snowflakes.

Todd just stared at him. He stood a step behind Neil, eyes fixated on the other boy. Why can't it always be like this, he asked himself. Todd's breathing was still agitated from running and he felt his heart beating heavy in his throat. He wanted to say something funny, something about the snow and Neil being a child, but he couldn't find the words.

Neil breathed out, making clouds in the freezing air. He opened his eyes again and smiled at the sky. Not the cheeky smile from before, No. Now he seemed lost in thought, almost melancholic.

"So beautiful," Neil noticed, looking onto the frozen lake. Everything was white and no one else was in sight. All the glistening snow before them was yet untouched.

They stood there quietly for a moment. Todd was glad they were Alone now. Just a moment of calm between them. Nobody else. Just Them. And the Snow.

Neil turned, as if he was worried that Todd hadn't heard him. He locked eyes with him and said, with a smile this time: "So.. Beautiful."

Seconds passed. If it weren't for the falling snow, Todd might have asked himself if time had stopped all together. Then Neil turned away again.

Todd felt strange and his heart was still pounding. He forced himself to look anyplace that wasn't Neil's face.

"Yes," was all he managed to say, nearly choking on that little word.

[applebyraven]

pucker up, puck (ch. 1)

Todd's eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, the world shrank down to just him and Neil, holding each other's gaze.

In the past, Todd would have taken this as a signal to withdraw, to retreat into the protective shell Neil had often teased him about. But not now. Not after Neil's soft, lingering kisses had kindled something new within him—a craving to feel those lips on his own, to bridge the gap between longing and reality. In this moment, Todd was just as determined as Neil, both of them bound by a shared desire that felt incomplete, waiting to be fulfilled.

"Tell me if I get it wrong," Todd murmured, his voice barely audible as he leaned closer.

or:

In which Todd needs to learn how to kiss, and his kind-hearted roommate Neil is more than happy to lend a hand—and lips.

[ash5monster01]

DPS Masterlist

Main Masterlist

all works include a femreader. requests are open for any of the boys. I hope you enjoy <3

Charlie Dalton

Getting Red

Only Thing Left to Live For

Snowed In

Red Lips 18+

I Can See You

First Snow

You’ll Be Okay

Perfectly Me

Guilty as Sin? 18+

Turn Back Time

The Best I Could

Not The Same

Just The Way You Are 18+

What I Always Wanted

Not So Cocky Now 18+

Christmas Tree Farm

Truths Of Our Past series

Goes On series

Getaway Camp series

Neil Perry

New Romantics 18+

First Time 18+

Sick Day

It’s Just Practice 18+

In The Woods

Not Prepared 18+

The Hot Doc 18+

Todd Anderson

Study Buddies

Enough For The Both of Us

All (not including reader)

Trapped in Time

It’s Not Christmas Without You

One’s Hour Has To Come

A Dead Poets Holiday

[tofallatlastbutfair]

chapter 7 is up! I'm really satisfied with how this one turned out, and I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

[pingunaa]

are there any dps fics out there where it is neils funeral?

the poets giving a speech and todd getting mad at mr perry

[dreaming-in-daylight]

𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥: 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖

what if neil perry wrote suicide letters?

tw: suicide

Dear World, 

I have always believed that nobody truly wants to kill themselves. They only want an escape from whatever they’re dealing with. But what if there was no other way out?

I have always dreamed of performing. I loved the concept of playing pretend for the entertainment of hundreds of people. There is some beauty in the unity that it creates between people of such diversity. You see men and women, tall and short, weak and strong, old and young, all of them enjoying what’s folding before their eyes. 

When I realized that I may never get to paint the smiles on those deserving people’s faces, I gave up. I realized that my future is not bright; that I will be slaving away in the military, where nobody is happy; that I will never escape this controlling home; that I had no escape. Besides one.

I would like the world to know that I am a soul. I am a soul with dreams. To have those dreams fade away, —no— torn away from my hands is the worst curse I could have ever endured. All I ask is to give these letters to whom they are addressed to, those who I have a few last words to say. I am gone, but I hope speaking my mind would be a nice way of going out.

Sincerely,  A dead poet

[inahallucination]

anderperry but the first time todd kisses neil, neil straight up passes out