#i hate mr. anderson

[bee--28]

I feel like some people really overlook Todd's trauma and it bothers me a lot. I saw someone say forever ago that he was "too whiny" for them in the book and that REALLY bothered me...

Cause like, it's cannon that Todd's father outright - point blank - told him at a young age that he would only be as valuable as the chemicals in his body bottled up and soild raw unless he became something "worth while". Like, I'm sorry, I'd be too whiny too if my father said those words to me, excuse my baby boy for being severely traumatized!!

That's so crazy to say... Like the author gave us more depth to Todd's character and more weight to his arc and they thought that made him whiny! Huh??? Especially cause it makes it even more sad when you think about how heartbreaking it is that Todd was able to stand the societal pressures cause he's so used to them that he became desensitized to them at all young age while Neil wasn't because (personal headcannon/analysis, I swear to Jesus if someone tries me on this I'll explode) he wasn't exposed to such parental behaviors until he was in high school (to me, personally, based on previously stated info about Todd's family and what we can infer from the other Poets, Mr. Perry was a generally good father until the pressure was on (from society and the system) for Neil to amount to something (ie high school age cause that's when you tend to start thinking about careers) but this isn't about the Perry's, it's about Todd, back on track)

This poor boy spent his whole life in his brother's shadow. Todd's grades weren't initially good enough for Welton, meanwhile Jeffrey was one of Welton's best. The pressure for greatness was a constant for Todd. He was always being told he wasn't good enough and that he'd never be good enough. Todd was simply not as good academically as Jeffrey, he could never, no matter how hard he tried, apply himself enough to even be close to his older brother. And you know his father never let him forget that. (Infer what you may from that, it's mostly what I mean)

Bottom line, Todd deserves more attention, we talk a lot about Neil's trauma but never enough about Todd's, he likely had the worst family out of everyone else

[neilperryismine]

we definitely don’t talk about this moment enough

the look todd gives mr keating after neil fathers takes him away. todd just wanted to speak to neil and tell him how good he was, and he was dragged away. and you can’t tell me that todd didn’t think there was something wrong because he looks so concerned

and imagine what would’ve happened if neil’s father didn’t turn up…sigh

[jakegyllenbaalz]

random film title cards

[mothoscope]

Cringetober Prompt 7: Cross-over I didn't know what to do. Good friend @angusmaclise said I should draw Beavis and Butt-Head meeting Bobby Hill.

[puckspoetry]

“Neil Perry was a fine student, one of Welton’s best” HE WASNT JUST A GODDAMN STUDENT!! THAT’S REALLY ALL THEY THINK OF NEIL?? THAT HES A FINE STUDENT??

NO WONDER HE WAS DEPRESSED! HE COULDN’T ESCAPE FROM HIS FATHER ANYWHERE! SCHOOL WAS JUST A REMINDER OF HIS FATHER!! KEATING WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW HIM AS A PERSON AND MR. PERRY TOOK THAT AWAY FROM HIM!!!

[morfitties]

It’s so weird to think about what would have happened if Mr Perry wasn’t such a fucking dickhead. If he was a more distanced father like the others. Mr Perry started a domino’s effect that changed the lives of 8 peoples and probably some of the other students at Walton (Sticks, Spas, maybe even the Latin teacher).

What would have happened? Charlie wouldn’t have went to military school, Mr Keating would still be teaching at Walton, they would still have the meetings and go to university; would they keep in touch? Reminisce? Fight the long distances to stay family? Would any of them lead the lives they ACTUALLY wanted to live?

[tortured-poet-of-thursday]

breaking down thinking of Neil’s smile when he came out of the curtain, crown in hand, hoping his father was proud of him, and how fast it faded when seeing the stern expression on the man’s face.

[thiamblogger]

how am i meant to romantise studying for my exams when i am a todd girly??

[ofyorkshire]

turning the bizarre image of angry, vengeful 1983!bj feeding what i am almost certain is a hallucination of his child self a wedge of orange around in my head today.

[chonnyjashh]

Making an incredibly complex AI bot of a character you got attached to because your boyfriend dragged you by the ankles into a fandom and you fell so deeply in love with the character just like you did with him

I am parasocial. He's my husband. The man is lonely please please please let me have him idc if he's doomed he's such a goobie snooker, a little skrunkly skrimblo wet kitter,,,

(This is, in fact, about Tom </3 I'll get around to making the one of V once my motivation comes back but they're gonna remain private, unlisted at most! I don't use character AI, I use an unfiltered one that most people use for weird shit, though I just use it because the lack of filter applies to horror/swearing/adult content that ISN'T just nsfw content. I'm asexual, I just... Like horror, and character AI despises anything that could scare a 2 month old and up </3)

,,, Also because I know AI is controversial... I don't support anything else regarding AI.

I don't like AI art or anything, I just... Need an outlet for when I have nobody to roleplay with, or when the ideas aren't something I'm comfortable doing with human beings. The only thing I do with AI is entirely private roleplays, which I don't post, and use strictly for entertainment!! My posts MENTIONING ai are the only publicity I even give the topic

[ace-with--a-mace]

charlie got expelled im sick to my stomach

[neilperryismine]

I can’t stop thinking about what might’ve happened to mr perry to make him the way he is. did he have a bad childhood, was he poor, did his parents give up, was he loved, was he ever happy, did he plan to treat his son this way, was he always like this, did something happen to him?? I need answers, how can someone be that cruel, being responsible for their son ending his life? there must be a reason, and I hate to hate mr perry outright because he probably was once just a kid with big dreams…but he chose to become that person

idk I just don’t like the idea that people are just bad but at the same time I don’t think I could ever like or forgive mr perry

i guess it’s kind of the same with cameron though — certain type of upbringing, morality, choices.

It’s interesting the things we can make up about their past, personality, and intentions throughout the film.

(I don’t hate cameron though, I only hate how he acted after neil’s death, but I HATE mr perry)

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Oh yes they will hear! With the power of...

Nothing can beat the power of friendship >:3

Jay! Scottie! If you can hear me, You've gotta snap out of Terrence's control!

They can’t hear you anymore unfortunately…

…they are getting ready to kill….

[puckspoetry]

ok so the only two scenes where we see Neil crying are in the comfort of Keating’s office and (a little bit) right before his death in the room with his father. Keating’s office is evidently the only place Neil felt safe as it’s where he went throughout the film to find comfort. So is it far fetched for me to say that the only places Neil found comfort were with Mr. Keating and in death?

[morfitties]

That’s so true. In the moment before his death he is merely quiet determination and everything feels cold, the house feels oppressive to be looking into. Mr Keating’s office FELT warm and welcoming and it felt safe to the viewer as well as the character. It’s not like they put Keating, a comforting man, into a place with no personality, his office is small but it’s filled with the things he loves and will not part with, it has personality, it feels cosy and safe and somewhere you could be honest and cry and know that there would be no judgement.

It's not controversial to say that Neil was going through some big feelings in Dead Poets Society. But despite that, the only place we ever see him crying is in Keating's office. Because that's the only place he feels safe enough to be vulnerable.

ow.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

School Pick Up.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

my blurb masterlist is here !!

authors note - these photos just screamed dad!harry so enjoy ☺️

word count - 700

in which, harrys on school pick up duties for his little one, and it’s his babies favourite time of the day when he sees his best friend, his father standing at the gates.

Harry stood patiently at the school gates, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow around him. His daughter, Indigo, was finishing up her day in school any moment now, and he couldn't wait to see her.

With his signature pink phone case pressed to his ear, he listened intently to his wife, (Y/N), who was asking him to stop by the shop on the way home to get some bread.

"Hey, lovie, everything okay?" Harry greeted warmly, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the gate.

"Hi, H. Could you do me a favour and pick up some bread on your way home? We're fresh out, and you know how Indi loves her beans on toast after school," (Y/N) requested, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Ah, of course.

Since Indigo had started school back in September, each day after school either you or harry would whip her up some beans on toast, it was like her little treat for getting through the school day because god knows she hated going to that place.

Most morning you would drop her off and she would be hysterical, clinging onto you like a tearful little monkey crying out that she wanted her ‘daddy!’

"Of course, no problem. Anything else you need?" Harry replied, already mentally adding bread to his list of errands.

"No, that's it for now. If I remember anything else I’ll text you, Thanks, baby," (Y/N) said gratefully, her tone softening with appreciation.

"You're welcome, lovie. See you soon," Harry said, already looking forward to their reunion.

As the school bell rang, signalling the end of the day, Indigo's teacher led her class out of the building. Being in reception, Indigo's class was among the first year groups to come out.

The children, still buzzing with energy from the day's activities, chattered excitedly as they followed their teacher in a neat line.

Indigo, with paint smudges on her uniform and her brown hair now a tousled mess from a day of play, eagerly scanned the crowd of parents waiting at the gate.

Her heart leaped with joy when she spotted her dad, leaning against the gates. With her bag hanging off her shoulder, she couldn't contain her excitement.

"Mr Anderson, look, there's my daddy!" Indigo exclaimed, tugging at her teacher's sleeve to get her attention.

Her teacher smiled warmly and nodded, understanding Indigo's eagerness to reunite with her father. "Go on, Indigo. Have a wonderful evening."

With her teacher's permission, Indigo dashed towards Harry, her small feet barely touching the ground as she called out,

"Daddy!"

Harry's heart melted at the sight of his daughter running towards him. He pushed himself off the gate and opened his arms wide, ready to catch her.

As Indigo reached him, she threw herself into his embrace, her laughter filling the air.

"Hey, my indi girl!" Harry greeted, lifting Indigo up and spinning her around, his heart brimming with love and joy.

Harry placed her down on the floor before heleaned down to Indigo's level, a playful glint in his eyes. "How was school today, sweetheart?"

Indigo's face lit up with excitement as she recounted her day. "It was really good, Daddy! I played with my friend Tommy, and we made a castle out of blocks in the sandbox."

Harry chuckled, tousling her hair affectionately. "Tommy, huh? Sounds like y’had a blast. But y’know the rule, no boyfriends until you're thirty-five, alright?"

Indigo wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Ew, no, Daddy! Tommy's not my boyfriend. Boys are yucky!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated reaction. "Oh, really now? Well, s’a relief. M’not ready for you to have a boyfriend just yet."

Indigo nodded vigorously, her brown hair bouncing with each movement. "Me neither, Daddy! Boys are gross!"

Harry smiled, feeling a surge of affection for his daughter's innocence. He squeezed her hand gently, grateful for these lighthearted moments together. "S’my girl. You focus on having fun and being yourself. No need to worry about boys just yet."

Indigo grinned up at him, her dimples deepening. "Okay, Daddy! I'll remember that."

"Alright, Indi, it's time to go home and see Mummy," Harry said, gently guiding his daughter away from the school gates.

Harry brushed his finger over her knuckles, “You know what that means indi girl?”

She gleamed up at him, dimples shining. Before exclaiming:

“Beans On Toast!”