#dead postings society

[anhonest-puck]

neil at the family gathering..

[blue-saaaaargent]

society if silco had gotten vander’s letter and they hadn’t divorced, apparently

[giolovesyousm]

in the clurb, we all HATE desk sets‼️‼️

[yellow-dejavu]

[earl-of-221b]

I can’t explain what blue eye samurai makes me feel…….its a typical revenge story, a man sets out on his hero’s journey to kill the four men who have wronged him. A lone ronin, wide brimmed hat and sword in hand, roaming Edo Japan on his vendetta. But he’s not a man. He’s a woman. And how has he been wronged? What’s she getting revenge on?

On the fact that she exists. She wants revenge on the four white men that could possibly have conceived her. Who got her Japanese mother pregnant with a blue-eyed child. And not just any blue-eyed child, but a girl child. How is she possibly supposed to live in the world like that? For the wrong of being conceived, for the wrong of being born, for the wrong of being birthed into a world that will never love or accept her, she will kill her father.

I don’t know what level of convoluted self hate that is. Is she a child of rape? Or a child of a whore? Halfway through I realise what she told herself at the start couldn’t possibly be true - it’s not really for her mother. Her mother wasn’t the root of her vendetta, she wasn’t really doing it for her. When she leaves that farm and leaves the chance to live a simple, legitimate life as a woman, she goes right back to hunting down the men. Those men personally wronged her.

And then there’s so much to be discussed surrounding the way she grew up, because as a boy child and a man she can afford so much more than life has dealt her. Her swordfather who took her in out of the love and care in his heart had no shame in teaching a mixed man his art. The face of a ‘demon’ is fine. But not the identity of a woman. Shh. Don’t say it. Don’t confess. He knows and doesn’t want to hear it.

And because she’s lived that way her entire life for safety and security, she’s so completely alienated from being a woman, perhaps she really is he. But not really by choice. Or is it? The thing she does best is the art of killing, the art of men. Gender is a prison and gender is a performance and she has to choose which to perform. The times cannot reconcile hatred and violence with a woman. So she lives as a man.

So she can get revenge on her father, for revenge on herself.

[chloelovesu]

[anhonest-puck]

me when. me whene lick me like a flame….

(@perksofbeingpoet )

do y'all ever read something that makes you put the phone down and walk away (in a good way)?

[codecicle]

okay

[deadlypoetacademia]

Is it normal to be happy and sad and hurting and healing and mad and guilty and jealous and calm, all at the same time?

[left-handed-spaghetti]

Neil Perry speaking facts 🗣️

[anhonest-puck]

i 🤍 my religions teacher. emailed him this morning just telling him that i was sick and asking if there’s any work i need to do and.

HELLO..! this man is john keating reincarnated i fear and i am neil perry because OH MY GOSH

[thedeadpoets-blog]

“i wanted to vanish completely, that even i would not remember me. no feelings, no memories. just the freedom of oblivion.”

— unknown.

[bellasartweird]

"And if I can't love him in this life, then I will undo billions of years, and take the universe back to the very first hour, to zero seconds, to the birth day, just to make sure I can see him again."

-Isabella Lamberty, Love is a Very Wide Rooftop and Everyone is Unhappy

[octaviasdread]

Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

[toddandersonsblog]

finally, here are all of the dps moodboards I've made together!! just thought I'd have them all in one post. 🫡☕️🍂⏳️🕰🕯🗝

[im-gonna-play-puck]

For the first time in my whole life i know what i wanna do. And for the first time i'm gonna do it.

Dead Poets Society (1989)