#him and pitt argue

[outsidershottakes]

let soda be like 50% more evil. YES golden retriever energy but also real human being. lean into ponyboy being an unreliable narrator who doesn't have the full picture. like sorry not to claim lack of realism but let him smoke and drink and get high I just really don't buy that sodapop adrenaline junkie curtis would be a sober warrior.

yeah anyway if he is sober you have to make him like completely fucking batshit crazy. unmedicated on all accounts.

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[mika-you-nerd]

One day I am going to invite someone over and we’re going to do a debate bracket on who is the hottest bullet train character

[iamgonnagetyouback]

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synopsis: ever since you joined welton, your days have been anything but normal. between knox obsessing over chris, charlie’s relentless flirting, and pitts and meeks' never-ending radio experiments, there’s never a dull moment. somehow, you’ve become neil’s partner-in-crime, todd’s quiet comfort, and the only one who can get charlie to shut up—sometimes content warnings: fluff

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You’re late to breakfast again, because, let’s be honest, getting up at the crack of dawn isn’t your idea of fun. Neil is already waiting outside your dorm, practically bouncing on his heels.

"You're going to make us late for chemistry," he says, grinning, but you know he doesn’t care. He’s more excited about rehearsals later.

"Please, it’s just chemistry. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Cue Meeks walking by, fiddling with some kind of strange contraption made of wires and gears. “The worst? You could accidentally discover a chemical that wipes out our entire dorm.”

You blink. “…Is that what you’re working on?”

"He's not wrong," Pitts chimes in, balancing a stack of textbooks. “I’m still not sure what we made in class last week. Meeks said it was a radio, but—”

"It was a radio!" Meeks interrupts, offended. “We just… haven’t found a signal yet.”

Charlie greets you all with a dramatic bow at the dining hall entrance, smirking as always. “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite lady. Come, join me for breakfast. I saved you a seat next to yours truly.”

You roll your eyes but take the seat, because let’s face it—arguing with Charlie Dalton is both pointless and highly amusing.

Todd’s already there, quietly poking at his scrambled eggs like they might come alive and attack him. He looks up, glancing at you, then quickly averts his eyes.

“Good morning, Todd,” you say, leaning a little closer just to see if he’ll blush.

He does. "Uh, g-good morning."

Neil slaps him on the back a little too enthusiastically. “Relax, Todd! She’s not going to bite.”

Charlie, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh, stretches an arm across the back of your chair. “Although, she does seem like the type, doesn’t she? A real heartbreaker.”

Neil elbows him before you can respond. “Careful, Dalton, she might take that as a challenge.”

Across the table, Knox is staring wistfully into space, most likely daydreaming about Chris—again. He hasn't touched his food, too busy scribbling something in his notebook, probably a love letter.

“You’re still writing those?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I think she’ll appreciate the poetry,” Knox says dreamily. “I’ve just got to find the right words. Something that’ll really speak to her soul.”

“Yeah, you and every other lovesick poet in history.” Charlie says, leaning in way too close to you with that smirk. “You know, I could write a love letter… right now… addressed to you.”

“I could throw a book at you right now,” you fire back, raising your diary threateningly. He raises his hands in surrender, but not before tossing in another playful wink.

Todd's buried in a book, his foot tapping nervously under the desk. You nudge him, trying to bring him back to reality. “Relax, Todd, it's just a pop quiz. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Todd looks at you with wide eyes, whispering, “Uh… failing? Public humiliation? Charlie staging a protest because we’re being ‘oppressed by academia’?”

You grin. “I’m surprised Charlie hasn’t done that already.”

Across the room, Pitts and Meeks are still quietly tinkering with the radio, muttering about antenna lengths and frequency adjustments. “Try 89.5,” Pitts suggests.

Meeks sighs. “We’ve tried 89.5 like six times, Pitts.”

Charlie overhears, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe it’s not the signal you’re missing. Maybe the universe just doesn’t want you to hear it.”

You roll your eyes at the dramatics. “Or maybe you two just need to admit your invention is a little cursed.”

Mr. Keating’s class is the highlight, as usual. Today, he’s making everyone stand on their desks to recite poetry.

“Well done!” he says, clapping. “That’s the spirit, seize the day!”

Charlie gets up next and, of course, winks at you mid-recitation. "What is life, if not the pursuit of—”

“Dalton, sit down before you fall,” Keating interrupts, though he’s clearly holding back a smile.

"Today," Keating says with a gleam in his eye, "we’ll be looking at life through a different lens."

Neil nudges you, whispering, "This is gonna be good."

Charlie, lounging in the back, raises his hand. "Mr. Keating, does that lens involve skipping the rest of class for some fresh air?"

Keating grins, not missing a beat. "Now, Nuwanda, where’s the fun in that? We’ve got poetry to read, minds to bend."

Knox is still writing furiously in his notebook, glancing up every so often to see if anyone’s noticed. "Do you think Chris likes daisies? Maybe roses? What if she’s allergic? Should I ask her?"

Neil glances over. "Knox, you haven’t even spoken to her yet."

Todd, beside you, whispers, "Maybe he should just… say hi?"

"You’re all missing the point!" Charlie exclaims, dramatically flinging his arms. "The real romance is right in front of you!" He points to you, leaning in like he’s about to make a grand declaration.

"Charlie, if you flirt with me one more time—"

"You’ll fall in love with me?"

"Absolutely not."

By the time the day winds down, Pitts and Meeks are still muttering over their radio. "Maybe if we try it with a wire hanger," Pitts suggests, looking deeply contemplative. "I swear I heard a sound earlier."

“I think we need to recalibrate the frequency,” Meeks mutters, twisting a knob.

“You’ve been recalibrating the frequency for three days,” you point out, biting into an apple.

“It’s all about persistence,” Pitts says with a determined nod.

“Or delusion,” Charlie adds, stealing your apple out of your hand and taking a huge bite, just to annoy you.

Afternoon rolls around, and you’re barely keeping up in Latin class, but Neil’s right beside you, scribbling notes like a machine. He gives you a reassuring smile, as if to say, You’ll get it. You won’t, but it’s sweet that he believes in you anyway.

After classes, you all meet by the cave for a Dead Poets meeting, the air filled with the smell of damp earth. Charlie’s reciting some scandalous poem he found, Knox is asking for feedback on his latest love letter, and Todd’s nervously glancing at the fire, probably worried it’s going to get out of control. Neil reads Shakespeare with such passion that you’re half convinced he’s going to run off to join a theater company by the end of the week.

By the time the sun sets, you’re all laughing, a little too loud for the quiet woods around you, but who cares? It feels like, for a moment, the whole world belongs to you and this crazy group of boys.

As you head back to the dorms, Charlie walks beside you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So… you coming to watch me play tonight? I’m thinking of dedicating my next solo to someone very special.”

You laugh, pushing him away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Dalton.”

He leans closer, voice low. “You can deny it all you want, but we both know you’re just here for my charm.”

“You wish,” you say, shaking your head, but smiling anyway.

Todd trails behind, stammering about needing to study for tomorrow's exam, while Neil drags him back to the group, promising they’ll make time for both. Knox, lost in thought about Chris, sighs dreamily. Pitts and Meeks are still discussing their radio, determined that one day, it will pick up a signal.

As everyone heads back to their rooms, Neil gives you a tired smile. "Another day survived."

You laugh. "Barely."

Todd lingers awkwardly, giving you a shy wave before scurrying off, while Charlie blows you a kiss. "Until tomorrow, my muse."

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[girlactionfigure]

28 years ago today, Keshia Thomas was 18 years old when the KKK held a rally in her home town of Ann Arbor, Michigan. Hundreds of protesters turned out to tell the white supremacist organization that they were not welcome in the progressive college town. At one point during the event, a man with an SS tattoo and wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a Confederate flag ended up on the protesters' side of the fence and a small group began to chase him. He was quickly knocked to the ground and kicked and hit with placard sticks.

As people began to shout, "Kill the Nazi," the high school student, fearing that mob mentality had taken over, decided to act. Thomas threw herself on top of one of the men she had come to protest, protecting him from the blows, and told the crowd that you "can't beat goodness into a person." In discussing her motivation for this courageous act after the event, she stated, "Someone had to step out of the pack and say, 'this isn't right'... I knew what it was like to be hurt. The many times that that happened, I wish someone would have stood up for me... violence is violence - nobody deserves to be hurt, especially not for an idea."

Thomas never heard from the man after that day but months later, a young man came up to her to say thanks, telling her that the man she had protected was his father. For Thomas, learning that he had a son brought even greater significance to her heroic act. As she observed, "For the most part, people who hurt... they come from hurt. It is a cycle. Let's say they had killed him or hurt him really bad. How does the son feel? Does he carry on the violence?"

Mark Brunner, the student photographer who took this now famous photograph, added that what was so remarkable was who Thomas saved: "She put herself at physical risk to protect someone who, in my opinion, would not have done the same for her. Who does that in this world?"

In response to those who argued that the man deserved a beating or more, Pulitzer Prize-winning commentator Leonard Pitts Jr. offered this short reflection in The Miami Herald: "That some in Ann Arbor have been heard grumbling that she should have left the man to his fate, only speaks of how far they have drifted from their own humanity. And of the crying need to get it back.

Keshia's choice was to affirm what they have lost.

Keshia's choice was human.

Keshia's choice was hope."

A Mighty Girl

[perksofbeingpoet]

i saw the dps play!! these were the biggest changes:

• neil gets the gun from his father. it's a sort of welcome back to school gift. it's on neil's bedside table throughout the whole play.

• todd is black. he's also the only poc in the whole play - make of that what you will.

• charlie getting spanked. yes they left it in, yes it was extremely uncomfortable to watch. but it was so well written and very effective for the plot: they added the poets not only having to watch charlie(!), but they are the ones who have to count while it happens. also, charlie has to pull down his pants and there's this heartbreaking scene afterwards where he's alone in the spotlight, the poets still all watching him in the background, and charlie clumsily gets dressed again. best scene in the play if you ask me.

• cameron is much more likeable throughout. they made him into a sort of awkward theatre kid? there's a brilliant scene where he reads a poem in the cave but does it so very awkwardly while acting out every word? he's like "we're swimming! (mimes swimming) and sitting down! (sits down) we (sings) sing! we SHOUT!"

• the deleted scene with neil and todd practising lines was back in. they practise in their room instead of at the lake, and neil's father comes in to tell neil to quit the play while todd is still in the room, listening. after mr. perry leaves, todd slowly goes over to neil and hugs him, and neil breaks down crying in his arms.

• the "i'm trapped" scene. neil says he's trapped and then leaves mr. keating's office, and keating is left shouting "no you're not! mr perry, you're not!" after him - but neil is already gone.

• the birthday scene. todd's birthday is on the day that neil gets the role, so he comes into school all excited like "i'm gonna play puck!!!!" and then bumps into todd with his desk set. neil awkwardly sings happy birthday for todd, and there's this bit where todd has gotten the desk set four times already, and they keep being like "funny thing is, i didn't even like it last time" "well, i think-" "or the time before" "todd, it seems to me-" "or the time before" "..." "or the time before THAT"

• there's a point where neil dances the macarena.

• pitts, meeks and chris are nonexistent. the entire knox/chris plot happens only through phone calls which we can hear knox' side of, the radio free america scene was made into all the poets having a dance party? not sure what exactly it was, they all go wild to disco music.

• cameron and charlie have this slapstick bit where they have to rearrange the props and keep arguing about where to put them.

• ALL THE POETS ARE SO SILLY. it's much more lighthearted than the movie.

• the suicide happens in the theatre.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Smoke and Silence

Pairing: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Wife!Reader

Summary: No one at The Pitt knows you and Dr. Robby are married. You’ve kept it quiet, professional—because that’s who he is. You respect the boundaries. The secrecy. But today, none of that matters.

Warnings: Miscarriage

Author's Note: Yes, this is the third Dr. Robby fic I've posted in a row. WHO CARES?! Also Dr. Collins baby is Robby's argue with the wall.

The shift passed in a blur.

Rounds. Charts. A code in the ICU. A patient yelling at you for an extra blanket. Things that should’ve mattered, things that used to matter, but none of it touched you now.

Not after what had happened in the bathroom.

Not after you had stared down at the blood, at the loss, at the life that had barely been there before it was gone.

You had gripped the sink so hard your knuckles went white. Told yourself to breathe. Told yourself you still had a shift to finish. That you could fall apart later, but not here. Not now.

And somehow, you had done it. You had walked out of that bathroom and kept moving. Kept being Dr. Robby’s wife in secret and Dr. Y/L/N in public. Kept working, answering pages, nodding along to conversations that felt like white noise.

Kept pretending you weren’t bleeding.

Kept pretending you weren’t breaking.

The second your shift was over, you slipped outside, fingers shaking as you lit a cigarette. You hadn’t smoked in years. Not since you and Robby decided to try for a baby. But now, standing in the cold air, lungs burning with something other than grief, you just needed something.

The slap came so fast you barely saw it.

The cigarette flew from your fingers, landing somewhere on the pavement.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Robby’s voice was sharp. Angry.

You looked up, numb, and saw his shift written all over him. The slight exhaustion in his eyes. The smudge of ink on his palm from too many charts. The way his arms flexed, hands clenching like he was trying to hold himself back.

You should say something.

You should tell him it doesn’t matter. That none of it does.

Instead, your voice came out flat. Distant.

“I lost the baby.”

Silence.

Everything stilled.

His expression didn’t change at first, like his brain was still catching up. Like he needed a second to process that sentence.

Then—slowly—his breath left him.

“What?”

The word barely made it past his lips.

Your throat burned. Your eyes didn’t water. You didn’t cry.

You just wrapped your arms around yourself and whispered, “I lost the baby, Robby.”

And that? That was when his entire body dropped.

Not literally, but you felt it. Felt the weight of his stance shift. The way his fingers flexed at his sides, like he didn’t know whether to grab you or run. Like he had been holding on to something so tightly and someone had just ripped it away.

The cigarette still smoldered between you, forgotten on the pavement.

Then, finally, Robby moved.

One second you were standing there, alone in your own grief, and the next you were against his chest, his arms wrapping around you like he could somehow shield you from what had already happened.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t tell you it would be okay. Didn’t offer empty reassurances.

He just held you.

And for the first time all day—maybe even all your life—you let yourself break.

[monzabee]

this is a relationship, that i don’t think anyone saw coming  – cl16

masterlist

Summary: The one where you and Charles think you are successfully fooling everyone on the grid, when in reality you are the ones being fooled.

Pairing: charles leclerc x merc!driver!reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: cursing, kissing, hiding a relationship (and doing it very badly), smut elements! (in one of the scenes, nothing penetrative), idiots to lovers, sexism and racism in motorsports, pop culture references (bad and many of them).

Request: “Hello! Can I request a charles leclerc imagine where the reader is a f1 driver and they try to hide their relationship from the paddock, but everyone knows and in the end they just reveal it. Thanks xx” + “this is not a request, but, can you use a dialogue from one of your favourite tv shows/series?”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! the title comes from an episode of the kardashians, but it was very popular on tiktok for a while so here you go! the request for this one was so good, and i had so much fun writing this, so i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i do. the dialogue i used for the second request/promt is from season 1 episode 9 of suits, which is one of my absolute favourite tv series of all time (even though it has too many legal inaccuracies), and you can watch the scene from here. ALSO, because i can never choose one, i decided to use another dialogue from season 1 episode 18 of gilmore girls, and i think it is the best piece of television ever written, and you can watch it from here. there are a bunch of pop culture references in there, so if you can spot them, you are a star! thank you anons for your requests, and i hope you guys enjoy this one! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Charles is not stupid, in fact, he prides himself in being smart. However, as one of his best friends are looking at him with an unamused glare, he suddenly fears that he might have been stupid when he was getting ready before arriving at the venue for the party tonight.

“You are not dressed,” Pierre drawls, “What are you wearing?”

“A suit?” Charles asks, confused as he looks at his friend’s attire. “What are you wearing?” 

Pierre points to the outfit he’s wearing, which consists of brown pants with a linen shirt and a brown vest thrown over it, an annoyed look washes over his face as he explains, “I’m Indiana Jones, this is a costume party, Charles.” 

“Why would you have a costume party when you’re turning 27?” Charles’ face scrunches up in even more confusion. 

“Because it’s fun, and it’s my birthday.” Pierre rolls his eyes, “We have to do something about it; Kika, I need help!” He calls out to her girlfriend, who rushes into the room in a white dress and a very voluminous blonde wig. 

“What’s wrong?” Kika asks, her eyes falling on Charles’ outfits as she groans disappointedly, “Who are you supposed to be?” 

“I didn’t know!” Charles argues. 

“Mate,” Pierre objects, “it was on the invitation; ‘Hollywood Icons’?” 

“We can fix this,” Kika tries to offer Charles a supportive smile. “You could be… Patrick Bateman?” 

Charles’ eyes widen with shock, “From ‘American Psycho’?”

“Morbid, Kiks,” Pierre shakes his head. 

Kika shrugs, “He’s hot. What about Brad Pitt in ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’?”

“Does he even wear a suit in that one?” Pierre asks, still shaking his head in thought. 

Kika lets out a loud groan, “James Bond!”

“That could work–” Charles start saying at the same time Pierre objects, “The suit is not sharp enough.” 

“Then give him a tie, Pierre.” Kika frowns. “God, the two of you are like children, not even the girls had this much trouble, and the two of us almost matched.” 

You’re shivering when you finally arrive at the venue thanks to the thin trench coat thrown over your costume. You link your arm with Lily, who is holding Alex’s hand and the two of them are dressed up as Jack and Rose. “Why are we doing this, again?”

“Because we like Pierre, he is nice.” Lily turns to Alex to let him fix her ginger wig for her as she replies to you.

“I don’t know, I think I want to go back to the hotel.” You mumble, your hands nervously playing with the belt of your coat. 

“Just give it a try, Y/N,” Alex smiles at you. “We’ll take you back if you’re still feeling nervous.” 

You nod your head with a sigh as you let Lily pull you in towards the entrance of the apartment building. You’re too busy admiring the Italian architecture when you hear a squeal. “You guys made it!” Alex excuses himself to go greet some of the other drivers and you smile at Kika as she pulls you and Lily in for a hug at the same time as she chants, “I’m dying to see your guys’ costumes, show me, show me!”

You laugh softly as you take of your coat, pulling gasps from both of the girls looking over your outfit. “You both knew what my costume was going to be!” You whine, holding your coat close to your body. 

“I didn’t know it was going to be –” Lily starts, looking at Kika for help. 

“Tight,” Kika clears her throat, “it’s very tight, and your body looks amazing!” 

“You’re literally a model, Kiks,” you mumble, “can we please focus on Lily and how historically accurate her costume is? Not to mention yours, I mean, Marilyn?”

“You look amazing, Lily.” Kika agrees, giving her a warm smile. “And thank you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Kika,” she turns to you, “thank you, Y/N. I’m going to find Alex, meet you at the bar?” 

“Sure, see you.” You tell her, smiling as she starts to walk towards the crowd. 

“Let me take your coat,” Kika leans over you. “You should grab a drink before more people arrive, Pierre made sure to invite half of the city, it seems like.” 

You thank her before she leaves to hang your coat, taking a deep breath as you start moving between dancing people, some of whom greet you as you make your way towards the bar. You give the bar tender a tight smile as you order yourself a gin and tonic, strawberry, of course. The first thing Charles notices about you is your hair, having memorised all the different tones mixed between your locks. His eyes travels down your body, his eyes linger particularly on your dress; the white bodice is connected to the tie dye skirt by a metal circle, and it is oh so tight, accentuating all your curves in the best way possible. His legs start to move towards you in their own volition when his eyes reach the leather thigh-high boots, his voice is thick as he approach you from your right. “Y/N.” 

You look at him with your lips parted in shock, your voice coming out in a low breath. “Charles, you’re here.” You let him take one of your hands into his as you lock eyes with him. “I thought you were going to be in Monaco.” 

“I was already in Italy for the car testing.” He explains, his fingers gently caress your inner wrist. “I’ve missed you. Were you back at home?” 

“I’ve missed you too,” a smile takes over your face, “yes, I’m trying to get used to changing cities.” 

“I’ll give you a private tour when we go back.” He offers, eliciting a giggle from you as you reach for your drink and take a sip from the straw. His breath hitches for a moment when he focuses too much on the way your red-painted lips close around the plastic, but he’s quick to shake it off. “Did you see the pictures on Twitter?”

“The ones with Frédéric?” You ask him and he nods in return. The pictures he is referring to being his new team principle giving your four-year-old niece some daisies. There is a teasing smile on your lips as you say, “Don’t worry, Charles, I’m not coming for a Ferrari seat. He was just giving Cecily some flowers when we were passing by.” 

“I wish you would’ve brought her into the garage, I’ve missed her.” The pout he’s sporting lets you know that he is being genuine and not putting on a show for your attention. 

“You know I couldn’t, I had to get back to my own garage before the race.” The emphasis you use makes him roll his eyes as his fingers occupy themselves with the stacked bracelets on your wrist. “Who are you supposed to be, anyway?”

“James Bond.” He replies in an unattached voice, exhaling a deep breath. “I didn’t realise it was a costume party.”

“Charles,” you laugh, head tilted to the side as you keep holding his gaze, “it was on the invitation, darling.” 

He groans, “I know that, now. Pierre was not impressed when I first showed up.”

“I can imagine.” You agree in a sympathetic voice. “Maybe we should’ve thought of something before you left last week.”

“Oh, yeah, like what? Vivian?” He smirks, his eyes going over your body once more, but without any shame this time. “Do you have any idea how great you look?”

“It was the last movie we watched.” You shrug, a coy smile on your lips. “Maybe you could’ve been a ballerina, like Natalie Portman, in ‘Black Swan’.” 

He lets out a hearty laugh. “Oh please, you know how good my legs would look in tights compared to yours.” 

“Oh, chéri,” You tut, stepping closer to him as you rake your fingers down on his tie. “You couldn’t if you tried.”

“I would crush you.” He challenges as he lifts an eyebrow.

You shake your head. “You wouldn’t touch me.” 

“Why not?” He asks, amused. 

You shrug in a nonchalant manner. “Because you'd be too busy staring at me in tights.” 

“No I wouldn’t,” Charles argues, shaking his head slightly. 

“You’re doing it right now.” You sing in a light voice. 

“You’re not wearing any.” He points out, his hands moving to rest on the bare skin of your waist, curtesy of the cut-outs your dress provides. 

You tug on his tie to draw him closer to you, his lips lingering near his ear as you whisper, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He is left speechless when you let him go, grab your drink and start walking towards your teammate, making sure to add an extra sway to your hips because you know Charles is watching you to confirm what you’ve just told him. 

You have a secret, and it’s big – big, huge. And it has something to do with the Monegasque laying beneath you. Charles talks about the last few days he spent at the Ferrari factory as you listen to him, your eyes focused on the way his face moves through various expressions when he talks about the car. Your chin is placed on your hands which are placed together on his chest, giving you the perfect view of his face. His fingers are moving on the bare skin on your back, the white bed sheet pulled up only enough to cover the globe of your ass. Although you try your best to keep up with his stream of consciousness, humming where accurate and asking him questions here and there, but Charles can see the sleepy look in your eyes through your hooded eyes. 

“Are you okay, mon soleil?” He asks, his chest rumbling with his voice underneath your hands. 

“Sleepy,” you mumble, leaning up against him to bury your face against the side of his neck, “you’re warm, though.” 

He pulls the sheet up your body; interpreting the way you shiver as you being cold, when the actual reason is the pleasure the skin to skin contact brings. “You can go back to sleep; we still have some time.” The incoherent mumbles leaving your lips makes him chuckle, which in return makes you smile against him. Your fingers trace over the edge of his five o’clock shadow, and you suddenly find yourself thanking whatever deity is up there that he forgot to shave because of all the commotion of travelling over the past few days. “What did you just say?”

“It’s just funny that you tell me I should sleep after you’ve kept me up the entire night, darling.” Your breathy chuckle hits the side of his neck as he lets out a chuckle of his own. 

“I didn’t hear you complaining at any point,” he raises one of  his brows, earning him a pat against his chest and you making yourself rise enough to glare at him. 

You try your best to frown at him, locking your gaze with his, as you can feel the heat starting to rise up to your face at the mention of your not so innocent activities of last night. “You’re incorrigible, Charles.” 

“Oh, chérie,” he coos, brushing the pad of his thumb over the swell of your cupids-bow. You’re about to give in and give him a kiss when he rises up, himself, with a frown and you in his arms. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask in a worried voice, following his line of vision to your closed bedroom door. 

“Does anyone else have your keys?” Charles asks, “I heard the front door open–”

Your eyes widen as you scramble to get off him, pulling the sheet up to cover your nakedness. “Charles, hide!” You hiss, while trying to force him to move. 

“Y/N?” You hear your assistant, Margo, yell through the house. “I got those thermal things you wanted!” 

“One second, please!” You call back to her, looking at Charles with pleading eyes. Thankfully, he manages to hide underneath the sheets just before Margo barges into the room. Even more luckily, the duvet over the sheets ends up hiding his body seamlessly. “Hi, Margo.” You give her the best smile you can muster up under the situation, your hand still clutching the bedsheet on your chest with enough force to make your hand hurt. 

“Oh my god, are you naked under there?” Margo babbles, a light blush covering her cheeks. “Since when do you sleep naked?”

“Um… I heard it’s good for your circulation?” You answer her in an unsure voice, causing Charles to tighten his hands on your thighs in warning, you have no idea how he managed to squeeze between them in the first place. “Thank you for the thermals, you’re an angel.”

“N-no problem.” She smiles at you nervously, obviously stressed because of the lack of clothes on your body for the sake of professionalism. “Toto wanted me to tell you that he is meeting up with Lewis for lunch later and asked me to ask you to join them if you were free.” 

“Sure, do you know wh-when?” You stutter during the last word, feeling Charles’ fingers and breath coming closer to your center. 

Margo checks her watch, then looks back up at you. “Around three, at that Italian place the team went out for dinner the last time.” 

You nod in acknowledgement as you try the remember the exact location of the restaurant she mentioned, gasping because Charles decides to give your clit a little lick before taking it between his lips to gently suck on it. “I’ll be there!” You rush out, hands gripping the white sheet even tighter. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Margo asks while eyeing you up with worry, “Should I take you to a doctor, or something?” 

“Oh no, I’m fine, honey.” You wave her off with a nervous chuckle. “I think it’s all in your – head!”

“Um.. okay. I’ll see you later, then.” Margo mumbles as she leaves your room with red cheeks. 

You throw your head back in a groan over the awkward encounter, waiting until hearing the front door open and close before pulling the sheets back and glaring at the man between your thighs, who still has his mouth on you, by the way. “You are evil, Charles, pure evil! What were you thinking?” 

He draws back slightly to raise a questioning brow. “Do you want me to stop?” However, he resumes his torture when you don’t answer him, looking up at you while grinning like the devil himself as he murmurs into your skin, “That’s what I thought.”

It’s hard, being a woman in the motorsport world, and especially in F1. While some may say it’s unprecedented, and you’d agree, you also think there’s going to be misogynistic pigs in any sector you might end up working in, so why not have some fun? The article comes out the day before the race, right before the qualifying session. You’re not the one to check your phone before going on track, but an urge to do so pokes at you when you realise people are giving you worried looks in the Mercedes garage. Your jaw tightens as you read through the article, fingers tightening around your phone as you read every single sexist comment being made about the way you dress, talk, and your entire F1 career and accomplishments being discredited just because of your gender. You’re absolutely fuming as you throw your phone onto the couch in your driver’s room and grab your helmet and balaclava as you walk briskly towards the garage. 

Both Toto and Lewis look at you with surprised, but worried, looks as you announce, “Make me go out first.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Toto asks, sharing a worried glance with Lewis. “You usually wait for a while for other people to–.” 

“No, I’m sure.” You tug on your balaclava as you add, “Make sure I’m on softs, please.” 

The two men watch you walk off towards your car, Lewis mumbling, “Hell hath no fury like the woman scorned.” The Austrian turns to him, eyebrows raised, which causes him to roll his eyes. “Yes, Toto, I read.”

You’re a force to be reckoned with on track during qualifying. Although having not the best start to the season, you push your Mercedes to its absolute limits, managing to outpace even the Red Bulls, and constantly asking your engineer for another lap until Toto has to ask you to retire for the day – in long story short, you are the pole sitter for the Sunday’s race. There are four people waiting for you when you get out of your car, those four people being: Toto, Susie, Lewis and Mick – though you’re pretty sure the latter was dragged into this intervention because you’re usually unable to get angry next to the reserve driver. 

“You were reckless out there, Y/N.” Toto frowns, crossing his arms over his chest (Mick copies his actions, nodding, as he does his best to give you a stern look). 

“I drove the best I have in over a year,” you argue, “we are starting on P1 tomorrow because of my driving today.” 

“I don’t care if we start P20, you know you shouldn’t have gone out there that angry!” Susie places a pacifying hand on your team principle’s arm when his voice gets higher. 

“We know you were angry about the article,” Lewis starts, but you cut him off as you grumble,

“A very astute conversation, Lewis.” You snap, not allowing him to continue as you begin ranting, “He called me a ‘Malibu Barbie’, and suggested that I should find another career, do you know how disheartening that is?”

“They called me Ken once,” Mick mumbles with a small pout on his lips, quickly mumbling “sorry,” when you give him a scathing look. 

“There will always be journalists who are against you and me,” Lewis goes on to remind you, “I told that before you signed, and before your first race.” 

“I know, but–” You stop to swallow down a sob, tilting your head back to delay the tears which are threatening to come out. “They implied that I’ve slept my way up to where I am today,” you inhale a deep breath as your voice wavers, “I’m so tired of my accomplishments being reduced to this.” 

“Men will always be afraid of women who have the ability to be better at their jobs than they are,” Susie smiles softly at you – soft, but not pitiful, you realise. “It doesn’t mean that we should give up, it means that we do our best to make sure they are proved wrong.” 

“You could’ve hurt yourself and others today,” Toto shakes his head, “you almost collided with both of the Ferraris.” 

Your entire break pauses at the mention of the red cars, mind quickly drifting to the owner of the eyes you love looking into, but you’re quick to snap yourself out, “Are they okay?”

“Both Carlos and Charles are fine,” Susie assures you.

“No more reckless driving,” Toto points a finger at you and then to Lewis, who raises his arms in surrender. “I mean it.” He pats you on the back before leaving, whispering a quick, “Good job today, kiddo.” 

“Why do I get in trouble because of you?” Lewis wonders aloud, his hands on his hips. 

“We haven’t been teammates for that long, Lewis.” You squint your eyes. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Mick asks with a concerned look on his face. 

You nod in thought, pointed to both of them. “I will be, but I need both of your help.” 

Mick gulps, voice tentative as he asks, “We’re not doing anything illegal, are we?”

After you’re done explaining your plan to your teammates, you say goodbye to both of them and make your way towards your driver’s room. Charles gets up, quickly, from the couch as you enter, shocked expressions on both of your faces. “H-how did you get in here?”

“I had to sneak in through the back,” he explains as he gets closer to you, hands quickly cup your cheek for his thumbs to swipe under your eyes. “Chérie, did you cry?”

“I- no!” You shake your head as you try to get him off. “I’m just- ugh, I’m just so angry!”

He lets you rant in his arms, eventually giving in and shedding a few tears of frustration, but he doesn’t comment until you’re done with your thoughts, and when he does comment, it is not to undermine your feelings. He takes you back to the hotel, and before the two of you leave your garage, he sneaks a soft kiss on your lips which has you melting in his arms. Unbeknown to you, Susie, Toto and Lewis watch the interaction from the other end of the corridor, with the latter murmuring, “Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.” Lewis gives Toto a side-eye as the team principle looks at him with the same surprised look from before, “For the last time, man, I read!”

All the eyes in the car are on you, the next morning when you, Mick and Lewis arrive to the track in the same car. “You ready to leave?” Lewis asks you, looking at you from the rear-view mirror from the passenger seat; Mick drove to the track instead of you because you told them both there was no way you were driving with the heels you wore today. 

“It’s now or never,” you mutter, subconsciously fixing your hair.

“Give them hell.” Mick turns back to smile at you, and you give him a nervous smile as you exit the car. 

A few people around the entrance turn to give you funny looks, you reply to some of them by offering a thin-lipped smile. The real show starts when you finally enter the racing grounds, photographers turning to snap a picture of you when they realise it’s actually you. You plaster on a plastic smile, waving at them as you do your absolute best to walk in the 6-inch heels which were definitely not the brightest idea you’ve ever had.

“Hi, Barbie!” A similar voice calls out to you, and you smile genuinely for the first time as you call back. ,

“Hi, Ken!” You turn towards Pierre, pushing your sunglasses up towards your hair as you watch the Frenchman walk towards you with Carlos and Charles behind him. 

“Please tell me it’s a wig,” Carlos frowns, his eyes lingering on your suddenly platinum hair. 

“I’m having fun as a blonde, Carlos.” You shrug innocently, your arms crossing over your chest, and the pink dress you’ve decided to wear for the occasion. 

Pierre nods in support, “Blondes do have more fun, Carlos.” 

“I- Why?” Carlos asks, not getting the joke shared between you and Pierre. “I don’t understand.” 

“Fine, no soup for you, then.” You mumble rolling your eyes. However, your eyes widen when you realise he genuinely doesn’t get the reference. “Seriously- Carlos, it’s from Seinfeld.” 

“I’ve never watched it.” He admits, his frown still prominent on his face. 

“It’s okay, mate,” Pierre assures him taking him away to explain the joke to him, which leaves you and Charles alone. 

You turn to Charles with a coy smile on your face. “You like the new look?”

“I- but, when?” He asks you, more confused then ever. “You were not blonde when I left last night.”

“Mick bought the dye for me.” You explain, trying to supress a grin. “We stayed up all night trying to bleach my hair.” 

“You stayed up all night?” Charles asks, more concerned now that he learns that you didn’t have a good night’s sleep. “That’s so wrong, mon soleil, why did you do it? Is it about the article? Of course, it is.” 

“Charles, calm down, darling.” You place a hand on his chest, even though you’re hyperaware of the fact that both of you are out in the open. “I’m just going to prove something, alright? I feel fine.” 

“You should’ve slept.” Charles frowns, taking a deep breath. “Are you sure you feel good enough to be in a car?”

You nod excitedly. “Positive, I have a race to win. And wait until you see what Lewis and I are going to wear.” 

“I can’t wait, chérie.” 

Just as you promised Charles, you win the race. Your pace is even better than the previous day, but instead of being fuelled by anger, you are fuelled by determination to win. Your engineers play Aqua’s Barbie Girl as a surprise, and to make things even better, Lewis and you stand on the podium in a Mercedes 1-2 in your matching pink helmets and shoes – even Toto donned pink glasses for the occasion. Charles lets out a hearty laugh alongside you on the podium when he sees your outfits. Yeah, you decide in that moment, this one is for the girls.

You and Charles’ relationship happened so unexpectedly, but that doesn’t mean that you regret a secret moment of it. It all started when you were moving to Monte Carlo at the end of last year’s season, and Charles was the only one available to help you in the process – not that you asked him of course, he offered you to help because he is a gentleman like that. It didn’t take the both of you long enough to go on dates as you spent more and more time together, and it was a natural transition to both of you dating each other exclusively. Despite what you expected, the first time Charles actually kissed you was on a cliff overlooking the entirety of Monte Carlo, the view was beautiful, but you were still apprehensive because of your location on the cliff. So, being the gentleman he is, Charles offered to hold you, and that’s when he decided to kiss you. 

Lewis comes back to the table after taking a phone call as he apologises, “Sorry, I was on the phone; long distance.”

“God?” You ask him, mockingly nodding, which makes George and Carmen laugh.

“London,” Lewis clarifies as he gives you a questioning look. 

You gasp as you ask. “God lives in London?” 

“No, my mother in lives in London.” Lewis replies in the calmest voice he can muster. 

“You mother is God?” You ask right back, without the appearance of joking. Your small discussion grabs the attention of other drivers and couples as the two of you continue bickering. 

“Y/N,” Lewis tries to warn you, but you continue on with your rant. 

Leaning towards Charles, Alex and Lily who are seated close together, you announce, “So, God is a woman.” 

“Y/N!” Lewis groans this time. 

“And my teammates mother, it’s so cool! I’m definitely going to ask for strategy points for the next season.” 

The table shares a laugh as you and Lewis continue bickering back and forth, eliciting laughs from people who watch you with amusement. Eventually, Pierre clears his throat. “Okay, what is everyone’s plans for the break?” he asks, trying to look over the long table. 

“Isa and I are off to Mallorca,” Carlos announces as she presses a sweet kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m going back home,” Yuki shrugs. 

“I’m going to see Chloe and Scotty,” Lance mumbles, “and probably Daniel, too.” 

Everyone goes around to announce their plans for the break, but when it comes to you and Charles, you are nervous as you announce, “I’m just going to stay home, get to know the city, you know?”

“Yeah, same.” Charles nods, thinking he got away with his evasive answer. 

“You’re going to get to know the city you were born and raised in?” Fernando asks with a knowing smirk. 

“You can always find new things if you know where to look,” Charles replies in a serious tone, trying to appear stern as he nods to strengthen his point. You’re busy squeezing his hand under the table to death. 

“Yeah, like what?” Max asks, which earns him a slap on the arm from Kelly. “What? I’m curious.” 

“Like, umm, like-like cafés, and bookshops, and you know those little stores which sell souvenirs but not the generic kind?” He rambles, trying to think of more examples. 

“Okay that’s enough,” Lewis cuts him off, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “We all know the two of you are dating. The entire grid, and engineers, and probably most of the team principles.” 

“What?” You laugh nervously, trying to shrug him off. “Don’t be stupid.” 

“Yeah, we are not dating.” Charles shakes his head, his octave going up as he receives looks from people around the table. “We are not!”

“Drop the act, it’s disgusting the way you two look at each other.” Checo complains from the other side of the table. 

“Yeah, and I can see him doing stuff to your hand under the table.” Lance winces. 

“He is not doing stuff to my hand under the table!” You squeal, but Charles is too busy trying to contain his laughter next to you. “Is this funny to you, Charles?” 

“I mean, a little bit,” Charles confirms, finally succumbing to his laugher, “we have nothing to hide now, chérie.”

“I knew it!” Pierre exclaims, “I told you I saw them together at my birthday!” He tells his girlfriend. 

“Toto and I saw them kissing after quali,” Lewis shrugs. 

You gasp as you turn towards him. “You did not!”

“Yes we did,” Lewis argues, “even Susie saw.” 

Charles pulls you towards himself, still laughing over people arguing whether they saw you together over the past year or not, as he wraps your arms around your shoulder, you murmur to him, “I am so crashing next to him next year, Daniel style.” You take a pause to think, “No, Mazepin style.”

“Maybe not crash into your teammate for the sake of poor Toto, mon soleil.” 

You let out an unsatisfied grumble as you hear Alex complain to Lily, “Why didn’t she tell me? I thought we were best friends!” You groan and look around the table at all the people around you, who are all surprisingly supportive of your relationship, you smile as you press a soft kiss to Charles’ lips. 

He grins as he asks, “What was that for?”

“Nothing,” you shrug, “I just think you’re pretty cool.” 

“I think you’re pretty cool, too, my love.” He mumbles and gives you another kiss despite few groans coming from around the table. 

[cimacally]

Okay so I feel like Charlie got canceled on Twitter so he started making reels about politics (he's getting canceled on instagram next),

Neil is addicted to posting about his friends & tagging them,

Meeks argues with dumb people on Twitter,

Stick posts aesthetic notes,

Cameron searches for these type of notes (and for fanarts),

Knox makes tiktoks with him lip syncing to songs (he's kinda popular and the poets don't understand this at all),

Pitts watches videos about cool fishes on tiktok and reads fanfiction (his fav are "x reader" but he's a little ashamed of it),

Todd writes fanfiction, books and poems and he is GOOD.

idk I just thought of it and it feels right

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Everything Great About a Match: Tanner Von v Dio Characi (bgeast.com)

Everything Great About a Match: +6

Tanner Von v Dio Characi (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

So let's begin:  +1: For our two studs admiring each other. The match is missing all of the usual macho 'I'm going to beat you' attitude we've come to expect and it's refreshing honestly. They not only want to win physically, they also want this match to mean something. 

Dio is thinking 'damn I get to wrestling this' while Tanner sizes him up

Tanner: This is what actually counts. *Flex*  Dio: Okay, you might be right. You have big muscles. 

Dio: You think your abs are better than mine?! Well, let me check.

+1: Laying your opponent up on the turnbuckle.  Is this move the apex of making your opponent feel vulnerable?  Is this not the perfect way to humble a big man?  If there is a better way show this let me know cause I need to see it.  

+1: For all the worship.  This match has it all. We got muscle worship, we got crotch worship, bicep worship, and who could miss all that pec worship.  Our two studs take turns to please each other and really get into each other's heads, confusing pain with ecstasy.  

Dio giving Tanner his reward for a sweaty beat down.

Dio again tries to fight off giving into the domination

That look on Dio's face says it all. The man has lost, but what a way to go! 

+1: For all the face smothering.  These guys play to win.  Watching Tanner shove himself in his opponent's face or Dio's impressive pitt smother is definitely worth a point.  I mean why simply pin the other guy when you can choke them out in the sexiest way possible.  

Tanner: How's that chest?! huh? Dio: *Muffle* *Muffle*

Struggle all you want Tanner, you know what's coming. 

Dio: Take it, you want it?! Tanner: AHHHH *Muffle*

+1: All that humiliation.  Our guys don't just want to pin their opponent, they want to win through humiliation and domination.  Like I said early, the theme for this match is really about getting into your opponent's head.  Our men use what they have and while we might quibble over their techniques, no one can argue that Dio/Tanner got skills in seduction. 

Tanner: You're liking that a little too much.

+1: These guys are leveling up!  It's a thing of beauty to watch our guys grow over time and I love that gay pro wrestling allows fresh talent to level themselves up.  Tanner and Dio may not be a Jonny firestorm caliber wrestler but they are both miles away from where they started their careers.  By now most of that rookie awkwardness has faded away revealing the sweaty, skilled wrestling aggression underneath.  

First Tanner enjoying squeezing the life out of his poor opponent.

Then Dio softening up the big man.  Where has this Dio been? 

Tanner: AHHHHH! We all knew that Dio could use those muscles against his opponent. 

------- Everything Great About this Match: +6

So there you have it.  I love the combo of Dio and Tanner, two wrestlers historically on the losing end of the match have been given the opportunity to shine.  They know where they stand in terms of wrestling skills and really push the limits of the erotic in this match.  This was never about some knock down, drag out, but rather the perfect libation of pain and seduction.  Getting in each other's head is the goal here and I'd say they succeeded cause in the end one fighter is left dizzy and overwhelmed by lust for his dominator. 

[ash5monster01]

loveeeed your dps headcanons! could you write something about them taking you to the school dance (+asking you to go with them) 🥺✨

Omg yes, this is such a cute idea! 🩷

Dead Poets Society and asking you out

Masterlist

Neil

He’s nervous, but not really. More excited than anything. He just hopes you don’t say no because the more he thinks about it the more excited he gets. Which is why he ends up blurting it out in a rush, ruining his entire plan that had flowers and chocolates involved.

Todd

He’s red, more than he has ever been in his life. You fear you may have to call an ambulance because of how flushed he is. He’s stuttered over the same word damn near ten times and finally all he gets out is ‘dance’. You blush once you realize what he’s doing. All you say is ‘yes’.

Charlie

He doesn’t ask, more tells you where to be and at what time. You have no room to complain, you’re already over the moon over the fact he asked. Who were you to argue when he stakes his claim.

Knox

He can’t stop smiling, it’s so big and wide across his face when he asks, you’re sure you could’ve never said no in the first place. You didn’t want to be the reason he lost the big happy look on his face. When you say yes, you’re certain it somehow got bigger.

Cameron

He can’t look you in the eye. He feels so silly for even attempting to ask a girl on a date let alone you. But he’d feel even sillier going alone. When you say yes, his face turns as red as his hair.

Meeks

It’s nonchalant, as simple as sharing homework answers when he asks. It takes you a minute to even process what he had just said and when you finally do you find a blushing but hopeful boy. You say yes without a thought.

Pitts

With how sarcastic he is half the time you don’t even believe him when he asks. It’s not until you realize how frustrated he’s getting you know he was serious. For the first time you don’t give a sarcastic response back and say yes.

[beetheyapper]

MUSIC I THINK THE POETS WOULD ENJOY

this is not time period accurate but i do not care. i at least tried to keep it pre-2000s. also i’m 100% projecting my music taste onto them. deal with it? spotify playlists, each of which has around 30 songs, are linked below each description ! i spent forever on this 😭

Charlie Dalton

i’m not sure that i could pinpoint very many artists he’d particularly like, but this is a classic rock boy right here. he’d be into ac/dc, motley crue, led zeppelin, etc. perhaps a bit of duran duran (this is where i’m projecting the most.) songs about s3x and women, and songs that make him feel like the rebel he is. (this playlist has been gale hansen approved on twitter btw)

Neil Perry

oh i just know this kid would be into some funk and pop, especially 80s and perhaps even new wave (i’m again projecting). now THIS is a duran duran fan (specifically their early stuff), which is unsurprising since the lead singer has a drama degree. he’d also probably like fleetwood mac, and would be well-versed in the band’s drama. duran duran, wham!, fleetwood mac, abba, maybe even some hall & oates. songs with complex lyrics and also songs that make him wanna dance. lots of upbeat stuff because though he has things that bother him, he’d rather do anything but dwell on them.

Todd Anderson

honestly, considering they’re roommates, i feel like neil would’ve had a bit of an impact on todd’s music taste, so there’s some band influence there—but regardless, i think todd would be into more mellow and emotional songs. jeff buckley comes to mind, along with the eagles, the beatles and maybe a splash of the smiths also pls pretend now and then didn’t come out last year. he would also be letting it linger i fear

Knox Overstreet

knox would be similar to Charlie, as they probably bond over shared music taste just as much as everything else. very heavy on the classic rock, but a lean more towards songs about needing someone and love songs as he pines for Chris. Tom Petty, Robert Palmer, The Cars, and a bunch of songs introduced to him by Charlie. He sticks more to genre/theme than to a specific artist methinks

Richard Cameron

contrary to what some may think, i think Cameron would absolutely groove to some rock n roll. HOWEVER. he is a 60s-70s rock n roll elitist. he thinks Billy Idol’s cover of Mony Mony is a disgrace. he wholeheartedly believes the Beatles are the best band to have ever graced the planet. The Beatles, The Beach Boys. The Rolling Stones, etc. Maybe even some Simon & Garfunkel. Him and Charlie argue a lot about which decades were the best years of rock music

Gerard Pitts

free my boy. he just wants to dance he ain’t do nothing wrong. his music taste has definitely been influenced by some of the other poets, in the sense that if he hears a song with a funky beat that makes him want to dance, it’s added to his mixtape IMMEDIATELY. for this reason, i’m thinking lots of funk and groove. play that funky music white boy! Bee Gees, ABBA, Talking Heads, Pet Shop Boys, etc. as long as he can dance to it he could care less who it’s by

Steven Meeks

another old rock, but more on the calm side with some hints of folk and fun. Donovan, The Beatles (paul is his fav for sure), The Beach Boys, and he definitely loves every white person anthem, including Sweet Caroline. he likes to groove with Pitts but also like soothing music to study to !!! i had to consult my friend on this one i fear i was drawing a blank

AND THAT is my opinion on each of the poets’ music taste. did i squeeze Duran Duran into almost all of them? perhaps. they’re my fav band let me live… feel free to listen to the playlists (please listen to them. pls i don’t want to have made them in vain.) and maybe even become spotify moots with me :D

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

The poets getting together 10 years later, getting high while watching this new cartoon that just came out called Scooby Doo

Meeks, overly engrossed in the show, only one who seems to actually be watching: you know, they explained every spooky occurrence that happened in this episode except that ham sandwich that just appeared at shaggys will, like what was up with that

Charlie, lying sideways across a recliner chair, staring at the ceiling, hasn’t been watching the show this entire time: oh my god where did he get the sandwich from, that’s so crazy, I wish I had a sandwich

Knox, looking over at Todd who is eating a sandwich he made like 20 minutes ago because he had the munchies and all the poets were there as he made it: ohmygod Todd where’d you get that sandwich

Todd, who had the sandwich in his mouth as he was listening to them all ramble, pulling it out and staring at it wide eyed: ohmygod I don’t know!

Pitts, in the background with a blanket thrown over him, not listening to them, walking through the room: ooo I’m a ghost! Here to embezzle your property and take your money *trips over Cameron who has just been staring at his hands wordlessly for the last 15 minutes and collapses right next to Meeks who doesn’t even notice because he’s still so engrossed in the tv he hasn’t heard a thing going on in the room for a while*

Knox, looking over to Todd again: [in reference to ‘the ghost’] ohmygod it’s Neil!

Todd: ohmygod! *shoves sandwich back into his mouth and gnaws on it*

Charlie, still staring at the ceiling: what if god was just a mirror and we were always worshipping ourselves

Meeks, still staring at the tv but now Pitts is lying in his lap and he is is stroking Pitts head as he watches, although one would argue he probably doesn’t even realize he is because he is so tunnel-visioned on the show: cmon is Hank really a bad guy, oil land doesn’t come by cheap man, I woulda done it too

[poemcal]

✿ what if dead poets society got jelaous about their boyfriends? / dead poets society !

this is a ship content ! (if u want more of this or a ship from your preference, you can always type in the comments !)

n/a: my english is not good so i'm sorry if i made a mistake 🤍 !

🍂 todd anderson & neil perry ;

Todd is a shy and insecure guy, though he finds it hard to admit he is constantly wondering if he's good enough for Neil. Neil is the type of guy who wouldn’t care whether his boyfriend is quiet or not. He fell in love with Todd because he took the time to understand and get to know him in a way no one else ever had, and in the same way Todd fell in love with him.

It would all began because Neil was part of a project with his classmates. At first, Todd didn’t pay much attention to it but when he began to notice Neil's absence from the dorm he started to think that maybe Neil would feel better without his company and would end up sinking into his own depression. I don’t see Todd as a jealous guy, but as insecure. So when he saw Neil laughing uncontrollably with his friends, Todd would sigh and walk away, which Neil began to notice. He would approach to talk about it and Todd would admit his insecurity. Neil would smile and then kiss him, taking him along to every meeting with his classmates.

🍂 knox overstreet & charlie dalton ;

Charlie is definitely a jealous guy but so would Knox, so they would always have their little arguments. I don’t see them arguing in an aggressive or toxic way but in an ironic way. So when Charlie started to notice the strange closeness between Knox and Neil he couldn’t help but get jealous and told Todd about his theory that they might have something going on, which the poor Todd listened to in silence dying of curiosity (Todd and Neil wouldn't be together yet). But when Pitts overheard such nonsense he couldn’t keep quiet and told Knox about it. This would spark a heated argument in Meeks and Pitts room, with Knox bringing up all the times Charlie hung out with his friends without ever saying anything, while Charlie would sarcastically tell Knox how good he’d look with Neil. Finally Pitts unable to take it anymore, shut them both up and kicked them out of his shared room with Meeks, leaving this two in an awkward situation where both guys ended up reconciling, promising to never doubt each other again. (Would they still be jealous? Yes.)

🍂 steven meeks & gerard pitts ;

These two would have a pretty strange relationship. I don’t see them as the type of couple who shows affection in public or very often, they preferred to keep it for intimate moments. But that didn’t make their friends doubt about their love and they would always tell them how envious they were of their relationship. However a new guy at Welton didn’t seem to notice that these two had something going on and ended up flirting with Steven ALL the time. Steven being the clumsy person he is wouldn’t notice the situation at all, but Pitts would. Gerard would start being more affectionate with Meeks, always holding his hand and giving him (genuine) smiles in class, which the poets would notice and tease Pitts about being jealous of the new guy causing Meeks to be surprised about it. Finally the new guy, seeing how close these two were would shyly step away and never be seen close to the poets again. Pitts would feel very victorious after this, and Charlie (Ironically) would always remind him that he has his respect now.

[angel-fruitcake]

That’s fine and I respect the fact you said you’d agree to disagree. But that video is bullshit. Same with the gifs pretending Dean is looking as Castiel’s lips when the eye line isn’t close. He’s awkward when a guy says he’s flirting because he’s taken off guard. He likes Dr Sexy same way straight men joke they have a crush on Brad Pitt.

I like to have my fun with ships too, I’ve drawn fan art for Dean x Cas as recent as this year. But calling people homophobic, implying that they are, is sick to me. Maybe you weren’t doing that and I misinterpreted. People that argue the canon tend to go down that path. I get tired of it. Maybe I popped off.

again, i as the viewer can interpret all that stuff you just listed--Dean looking at Cas (and his lips), Dean getting flustered around guys who flirt with him, Dean's giant crush on Dr Sexy--however i want to. i choose to interpret it as Dean being bisexual, albeit likely in the closet.

this is a fandom, and these characters are ours to play with. people have always and will always pick the show apart and interpret every little piece in any way they want to. as long as they aren't rude to others about it, it's all in good fun.

i personally don't call people homophobic for thinking Dean is straight, but i believe they should perhaps at least consider widening their view a little bit to the decidedly not unrealistic possibility that he very well might fall somewhere else on the wide spectrum that is sexuality.

if your only argument that Dean and Cas cannot ever exist in a romantic context is because you perceive Dean as heterosexual, then yes i will continue to agree to disagree with you.

[yournormalidiot]

Right I saw a post and now I'm thinking about what (modern) music the poets would listen to:) so u all have to know to

Neil- lana del Ray, cigarettes after sex, oasis, artic monkeys (Charlie got him into it) hozier

Todd- Chappel roan, Olivia rodrigo lana del ray, gigi preze, TV girl, noah kahan, ayesha erotica (man's has the most wild music taste ever)

Cameron- rainbow kitten surprise, Tv girl, my chemical romance (he had an emo phase as a kid) front bottoms, Bon Jovi (his dad probably listen to it)

Charile- artic monkeys, Bo burnhum, Tom crady, Dominic fike, Charlie xcx

Knox- sabrina carpenter, Kate bush, Katie perry, hoizer, Coldplay

Meeks- radiohead, caged elephants, Dominic fike, artic monkeys, Nirvana, slipknot (or some sort of metal band [I don't know alot in sorry]) sir-mix-alot

Pitts- ACDC, radiohead, caged elephants, front bottoms, Billy Joe

And they all like, the smiths, to some degree and when there in the cave that's what gets played mostly cause they won't argue over them:)

Keating- the smiths, beetles, noah kahan, hozier

Chris- Chappel roan, sabrina carpenter, lana del Ray, gigi preze, rainbow kitten surprise, (has a few songs from) front bottoms, the smiths

Ginny- the smiths, ayesha erotica, sir-mix-alot, chappell roan, gigi preze

[perksofbeingpoet]

poet's back with some random headcanons! <33

these ones don't really have a theme :)

☆ Knox struggles with tying his school tie, and Cameron sometimes helps him with it - Cam would never admit it but he loves being able to help Knox out, especially because he's quite proud of his skills when it comes to formal wear

☆ Neil and Todd always argue about who's supposed to eat the last bit of candy in a bag when they share - it starts with Neil being all gentleman-like and saying "Go on, you can have it" and Todd insisting that he's full anyway. They argue about this for like five minutes and then they're both like "Okay fine i'll eat it" and suddenly they're trying to snatch the bag away from the other because now they wanna be the one to have the last piece.

They often end up sharing it.

One way or another.

☆ I've mentioned this one before but Pitts and Meeks putting a blanket over each other when they fall asleep over homework/the radio. For some reason, in my headcanon Pittsie has a handmade blanket that his mum gave him against homesickness when he was small, and it's in orange, white and red tones, plaid (which Meeks really likes). It's kinda become both their blanket, having been in their shared room for so long.

☆ Charlie is scared of birds, especially ducks, and Knox LOVES chasing pigeons towards him while Charlie screams and tries to stay cool

☆ Todd has eucalyptus sore throat candy with him wherever he goes, even if he's not ill, he finds the taste and scent soothing.

☆ Knox had a guitar phase, where he'd play cheesy songs at every meeting, and the poets were all kinda annoyed by it because they just wanted to hang out and Knox was like 😀🎸

☆ Charlie's favourite candy flavour is (sour) green apple

♡ thank you guys for all the love you give my silly little headcanons, it makes me so happy! i will definitely be more active again after i've gotten through my finals. ♡