#this could be about anderperry if they had time
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in another life you faced and accepted your own feelings for me without feeling guilty and we end up together loving each other with no shame at all
#spilled thoughts#am i gay#ivantill#ivantill brainrot#help#this could be about anderperry if they had time
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what iâm about to say about anderperry might be somewhat controversial
people talk a lot about neil and todd and their potential relationshipâand donât get me wrong i love themâand how things may have gone if theyâd had more time. we all know this, weâve all read the cute fanfics and headcanons and giggled and daydreamed about this perfect world of what could have been
but i think these actually tend to ignore the harsh reality known as historical context. it was 1959, they were at a christian, all-boys school, and things would NOT have been easy sailing for their relationship. I mean, Iâm pretty sure homosexuality was still considered heresy or something at this point. If they were in a relationship, then it would have been tense, secretive, etc.
and IM GAY and like i know that gay people have obviously always been around, but i just seriously doubt that theyâd be wearing each otherâs clothes and holding hands in public. their relationship would probably have to be hidden. they likely wouldnât be shouting it from the rooftops
i hate to say this but iâm not even sure that all of the other poets would be immediately supportive; this was still a time period of raging homophobia
and i adore them and want happiness for them and i understand that some people ignore these facts for the sake of their own sanity and self-preservation, but i think itâs important. if they chose to still be together, it would have been another major âcarpe diemâ and another way of going against conformity. i feel like ignoring the context is almost a form of mischaracterization. ďżźďżź
but these are of course fictional characters that weâre talking about, and people are allowed to imagine them however they see fit. i just wish there was more fan-made media talking about or including this perspective
#i love them but#it was the 50s#maybe things wouldâve gotten better in a couple years with the hippie movement#but before then??#dps#dead poets society#todd anderson#neil perry#dead poets society fandom#anderperry#dps fandom
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Holiday Parties and Drunk Boyfriends
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disclaimer: mentions of anderperry and knarlie
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âP-lease Neil⌠let me have summoreeâŚâ Todd slurs, leaning into his exasperated boyfriend, Neil.
âHoney, I told you no more of those Shirley Temples. Meeksie always puts too much vodka in them.â Neil hums, pressing a kiss to the drunk boyâs head in his arms.
The annual Holiday party was in full swing in the humble abode of the Poets. The party goers mingling in various Christmas and Hanukkah sweaters.
When the Poets went to college, they insisted on three things. Those three things resided on a ripped up sticky note on the fridge. Scrawled 3 years ago by Gerard Pitts as the lowly freshmen they were, it read:
âThe Totally Awesome, Epic Guide to being THE Coolest on college grounds:
- Throw epic holiday parties
- Start a garage band
- get Todd Anderson drunkâ
The boys had succeeded on the first one, if they do say so themselves. The second one was scratched out by Charlie, who had the idea, but shut it down whenever he heard the screeching voice of Knox Overstreet try and sing. Yet the third one hadnât happened for 3 years.. til tonight.
âCharles Dalton get over here.â Neil called, ushering his best friend to detach from his and Knoxâs heated make-out session in the corner.
âWhat is it Perry? Could you not see me and my boyfriend having a lovely time over there.â he asked, wiping off the remnants of Knoxâs Aquaphor, and taking a peak at the swaying Todd tucked in Neilâs arm.
âWell Char, what did I tell you about letting our dear friend Steven around the alcohol table?â He asked, wiping the alcohol induced sweat off of Toddâs forehead.
âYou said not to but you know how Meeksie gets about his Shirley Temples. I didnât wanna-â Charlie starts before Neil cuts him off. âLook at my boyfriend Charlie⌠heâs so out of it.â Neil pouts, kissing Todd on the head.
âWait youâre kidding, heâs drunk?!â Charlie asked quite loudly, which caused Steven and Gerard to immediately rush over.
âNo wayâŚâ Meeks hums, pushing his glasses up and waving his hand in front of Toddâs eyes.
âMeeks why are you acting like this isnât your doing? My very freshly 21 year old boyfriend consumed your battery acid drinks and now his body is all jelly.â Neil said, whisper yelling at Meeks so that Todd doesnât try and defend Steven.
âTo be fair Neil, Todd usually has that glassy eyed look around you anyway,â Pitts butts in, being quickly shut up by a glare from Neil.
Upon seeing a large huddle of a majority of his friends, Knox, who cannot handle his alcohol in the slightest, bounds over to the group and slings his arm around his boyfriend.
âHiya boysss,â He slurs, tucking his face into Charlieâs neck and leaving a short kiss there. Not only could Knox not handle his alcohol, but when he drank he got clingy, and fast.
âHow many has Loverboy drank?â Pitts snickered, poking Knox in the side as Charlie answered. âOne Pittsie.. Knoxious has had one.â
âOnly one?â Cameron asked, walking up to his group of friends. The boys all snickering noticing his arm is empty.
âThought you said you were gonna find a woman⌠dickâŚâ Charlie said, giggling like a schoolboy after using the newest nickname in his reservoir to describe Cameron. Steven will forever rue the day he told Charlie Dalton that Dick is short for Richard.
âWell Charles I found one but she had, somewhere to beâŚâ he hummed, taking a cup from Meeks, even after the boyâs protests.
âYeah somewhere to be far away from you. Look over there Richie.â Meeks said, pointing to the girl Cameron had previously been speaking with. She was now latched onto one of Chet Danburryâs football buddies.
The boys all laugh as Richard stomps up the stairs. âWhere ya goin Dickie?!â Knox calls, peaking up from his spot in Charlieâs neck just for Charlie to push him right back, a hand clamped over his mouth.
âTo bed. And if I wake up in the morning to our house being a mess, I will kill the lot of you.â He yelled back, making his way to his room, and slamming the door.
Todd flinches at the sound, sitting up for the first time in the 15 minutes since the group got there. âHii guysss,â he slurred, stretching his arms over his head.
âTODDDâ Knox calls, also untucking himself from Charlie and slinging his arms around Toddâs neck.
The pair had become very close. Not only due to their boyfriends being childhood best friends, but because they always kept an eye on their boyfriends at parties such as this one. Charlie and Neil were karaoke buddies, usually standing on tables at Frat parties. Tonight, as a gift to the freshly-able-to-drink boyfriend, and the needs-adult-supervision-after-one-shot boyfriend, Charlie and Neil promised to keep their drinking to a minimum to allow Knox and Todd to have fun.
All the boys laugh as Knox and Todd hug, watching as they both start to melt to the ground.
âWoah woah honey⌠letâs not go to the ground.â Neil mumbles, scooping Todd up under the armpits.
âYeah loverboy letâs stay up.â Charlie said, helping up the equally jelly legged Knox.
âWell laddies, I think itâs time we wrap up this party so we can clean up the place for our dear Richard.â Steven says, checking his watch to the time being 2:12 am on Christmas day.
âYouâre right.â Charlie says, placing his hands over Knoxâs sensitive ears and nodding at Neil to do the same for Todd.
âALRIGHT STUDENTS. IF YOU DO NOT LIVE IN THIS LOVELY HOME PLEASE SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHERS AND GET OUT. HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS OR HAPPY HANUKKAH OR WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE. PICK UP A CUP OR THREE AS YOU LEAVE.â Charlie hollers, watching as the partygoers start to leave in twos and threes.
At 2:17 the house is empty, minus the 6 merry poets downstairs, and 1 grumpy poet already tucked in bed. âAlright divide and conquer men⌠and Knox and Todd please just sit on the couch before your boyfriends can retrieve you.â Meeks said, already bending over to pick up various cups.
10 minutes later, the house was clean, or as clean as a house full of young adult men can be. A quick goodnight and Merry Christmas was said to each of the boys as the respective couples and such went to their rooms.
Neil sits holding Todd on the end of their shared bed. âHoney you gotta take the meds now so you donât wake up puking up your guts.â
âDonwanna neil⌠wanna lay down.â Todd mumbles, tucking his head into the older boyâs neck.
Neil could never argue with Todd. Accepting defeat and the fact that heâd had to nurse Todd through the hangover in the morning anyway, Neil tucked a cuddly Todd into the bed.
âGoodnight honey,â Neil hummed, kissing Todd on the head, âand Merry Christmas.â Neil whispered, turning off the lamp and cuddling up to his already asleep boyfriend.
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first dps fic please donât flame me! and if you want to be added to a taglist lmk :)
#anderperry#dead poets society#knarlie#coralineâs main page#coralineâs masterlist#neil perry#todd anderson#charlie dalton#knox overstreet#steven meeks#pitts x meeks#gerard pitts#richard cameron#coralineâs dps headcanons
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Maybe in another life
Word count: 1.3k Warnings: None ? Summary: Todd meets Neils sister Diane, and convinces the other Poets to have one last meeting so he can introduce her to them. Tags:Dead Poets Society, Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Gerard Pitts, Steven Meeks, Richard Cameron, AnderPerry Note: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AND PUBLISHING A FANFICTION??? HELP ME?? SORRY IF ITS HORRIBLE ?? CONSTRUCTIVE(!) CRITISM IS ALWAYS WELCOME <3
The days following Neil's death were silent, no one knew what to say. Barely a word was spoken between the boys, they had gotten some time off to deal with the news, and prepare for the funeral.Â
Todd was lying on the now empty right side bed, Neilâs mother had come in the day before to clear out all his stuff and had even told him he could keep something of Neilâs to âremember him byâ.Â
Todd had chosen the script of âA midsummer night's dreamâ and a sweater. A knock sounded on the other side of the door and Todd rose from the bed,Â
âCome in.â Meeks walked in,Â
ââItâs almost starting, are you ready to go?ââ Todd nodded and followed Meeks out the door and through the corridor. They walked silently, side by side through the halls toward the church next to the school where the service would be held.Â
They slid into the bench next to Charlie, Knox & Pitts who were already seated, Todd looked around and saw Neilâs parents sitting on the front row, right beside Nolan. The headmaster rose from his seat and stood up on the podium.Â
âThe death of Neil Perry was a tragic accident.â Nolan began,Â
âLiar.â Todd muttered under his breath.Â
âHe was a fine student, one of Weltonâs best, and he will be missed.â Nolan continued, âWe have contacted each of your parents to explain the situation. Naturally, all are quite concerned. At the request of Neilâs family, I intend to conduct a thorough inquiry into this matter. Your complete cooperation is expected.âÂ
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After the service, everyone slowly made their way out to the courtyard. Todd walked behind his friends,Â
âYou guys go ahead, thereâs something I need to check on.âÂ
He started towards the cemetery where they had just buried Neil. When he got there he saw there was already another person there, a girl, she couldnât have been any older than he was.Â
Todd slowly approached her, and stood a few feet apart from her, looking at Neilâs grave. The girl didnât seem to notice him at first, as she continued to rearrange the white roses that were placed around Neilâs grave. Todd thought he had seen her before, but he just couldnât figure out why she looked so familiar.Â
After she had finished what she was doing, the girl turned her head to look at Todd.
She noticed how heartbroken he looked, how pale his skin was, how red his eyes were from crying.Â
âDid you know him well?â She asked him, Todd looked up, âNeil, did you know him well?âÂ
âOh yeah, we were roommates, you?â Todd looked at her, who was it that she reminded him of?Â
âYeah, he was my brother.â Todd looked her in the eyes for the first time since they met,Â
âWhat?âÂ
He took in her features and realized she looked just like him, hell she could even be him.Â
âYeah he is, was, a year and a half older than me.â Todd was staring at her as if she were a ghost.Â
âYou look just like him.â Â
âYeah I get that a lot.â She smiled sadly.Â
âIâm Todd Anderson by the way.â He held out his hand for her to shake, âSo youâre that Todd!â She shook his hand,Â
âIâm Diane Perry.ââÂ
The bell in the tower struck, indicating that dinner was about to be served at Welton. ââI uhÂ
have to go, dinners about to be served.ââÂ
âTodd said.â Diane looked up, âYeah I should probably make my way back as well. It was nice meeting you.âÂ
Diane started making her way back down the small path that led to the village,Â
âWait!â Todd called after her, she turned around, âDo you want to meet the other boys?âÂ
She smiled, âIâd love to.âÂ
âOkay, uh, awesome, meet me back here around 8:30.âÂ
âSee you then Todd.â Todd waved and as he made his way back to Welton, he felt that everything might be okay.
Dinner was silent, no one looked at each other. âGuys, meet me at the cave tonight at half past 8?âÂ
Todd suddenly spoke, everyone looked surprised.Â
âWhat, are you crazy? Why would we go back there?â Knox spoke,Â
âPlease guys, I have a surprise.âÂ
âI am never going back to that place.â Charlie said.Â
âYeah, Iâve got homework to do anyway.â Meeks agreed.Â
âCome on guys, please. Just one last time.â Todd pleaded, he really needed this to work. âNo, and now I donât want to talk about it anymore!â Knox raised his voice, clearly sounding upset. Todd was starting to lose hope, âFor Neil, please.â
Charlie sighed, âWhatâs this surprise you have for us anyway?âÂ
âCome to the cave tonight and youâll see.âÂ
âWell it better be good.â Pitts said, getting up from the table and getting his stuff together.Â
âThis is the Last time I will be going back there. Understood?â Knox also got up,Â
âGreat, awesome, donât forget, half past 8.â The remaining boys all got up and made their way back to their rooms.Â
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âWhatâs taking him so long?â Knox was getting impatient, âItâs 8:45 already!â âDude relax,â Charlie tried to calm him down, âHeâll be here soon.â
âIf heâs not here in 5 minutes Iâm leaving.â Pitts decided, Meeks nodding in agreement.
Just then, Todd walked into the cave, âSorry Iâm late guys, had to pick up the surprise.â
âIt better be good,â Knox grumbled, still upset. âSo where is this surprise anyway?â Charlie asked, just as Diane stepped into the cave.
âSheâs right here.â
The boysâ jaws collectively dropped as they looked at the girl before them, the girl who had the Same brown eyes, the Same brown hair, the Same nose, even the same smile as him. No one dared to speak a word. Scared that if they did, she might disappear.
Todd broke the silence by introducing her; âGuys this is Diane, sheâs Neils sister.â Diane nodded and Todd continued, âDiane this is Knox, Charlie, Meeks and Pitts. A.K.A the Dead Poets Society.â
âI heard you guys have meetings? Where you read poetry?â Diane looked to Meeks, who seemed quite smart to her, and would probably explain it best.
âYeah, we take turns reading poetry, some from the greats, some original pieces.â Diane nodded, âI actually have a poem I prepared to read tonight.â Diane cleared her throat, ready to start when Charlie interrupted,
âWeâve got to open the meeting first.â
Pitts agreed, âYou canât just start reading poetry.â
âWell then would someone open the meeting please?â Diane looked around and realized that as soon as she asked the question the cave fell silent.
Pitts had taken a sudden interest to his shoes, Charlie acted as though he had never seen a cave wall before in his life, Meeks felt the need to clean is already clean glasses thoroughly and Todd just stared off into the distance, as if he wasnât even here.
âHe always opened the meetings.â Knox spoke.
âExcuse me?â
âNeil, he always opened our meetings.â Knox got up, âListen Todd, I donât know what youâre trying to accomplish by bringing her here. But weâve all gotta move on.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Todd got up as well, âI understand youâre just trying to help.â Knox continued; âBut you gotta face the reality, Neils dead, we might all be facing expulsion, and Keating is being investigated. Iâm sorry, but Iâm leaving, I canât take this anymore.â Knox made his was out the cave,
âKnox! Wait! Come back!â Todd tried to chase after him.
âItâs no use,â Meeks spoke, âheâs gone.â
âHe was right though,â Pitts also got up, âWe shouldnât be doing this.â He started making his way out the cave too.
Todd felt all hope he had that afternoon disappear, everything was falling apart.
âIâm sorry Todd.â Charlie looked Todd in the eyes, âMaybe one day weâll return.â Charlie put on his coat and followed Pitts outside.
âMeeks, please, you canât leave.â Todd pleaded, feeling his eyes fill up with tears. But Meeks had already gotten up, and was halfway out the cave,
âGoodnight Todd.â RAAAAAAHHHH DO U GUYS LIKE THIS??? DO U WANT A PART TWO????
#dead poets society#neil perry#todd anderson#charlie dalton#knox overstreet#gerard pitts#steven meeks#anderperry#jamroses
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hi welcome to my essay
is this based solely in my insane brainrot? yeah probably. iâm doing it anyway
THE TIME TAYLOR SWIFT CONFIRMED ANDERPERRY LORE
This is Josh Charles
If you donât know who he is, thatâs cool. No one does. If you do know who he is, youâre probably gay, depressed, or both. Probably both.
And this is Josh Charles in 1989, in the critically acclaimed, cult classic film Dead Poets Society
Does he look familiar? Well, if youâre big on pop culture and/or a Swiftie, he should
Because THIS is Josh Charles in 2024
in Taylor Swiftâs Fortnight music video
But whoâs that standing next to him?
Itâs Ethan Hawke
Who ALSO starred in Dead Poets Society (1989)
Kind of weird right? But whatever
UNTIL you remember that Fortnight is the first track off the latest Taylor Swift album
called The Tortured Poets Department
Now, the premise of the music video is that Taylor was in love with Post Maloneâs character but only for a fortnight and losing him after loving him is what drove her into madness basically, so sheâs been imprisoned in this asylum called The Tortured Poets Department where Josh Charles and Ethan Hawke are doctors that are experimenting on her to help her get over her love for Post Malone. Note that Post Malone is also there and is another one of the doctors.
Canonically in Dead Poets Soceity Josh Charlesâ character Knox Overstreet is in sort of this awkward situationship with a girl named Chris Noel, whoâs âpractically engagedâ to this idiot called Chet and it's assumed that after everything goes down at the end of the film, Knox stops pursuing her and Chris marries Chet to live out her horrific 1950's housewife prophecy.
Similarly, Ethan Hawkeâs character, Todd Anderson, is in this tragic queer-coded homoerotic friendship with main protagonist Neil Perry (played by the lovely Robert Sean âBobbyâ Leonard) that never manages to come to fruition because of Neilâs untimely death via suicide.
So back to Taylor. Obviously she's a patient in The Tortured Poets Department being treated for her hopeless love for Post Malone. She says she even took the "magical move-on drug" but "the effects were temporary," which implies that what Josh and Ethan are testing on her is this drug, this cure-all for lost romance, and they haven't quite figured it out.
Which makes perfect sense, when you think about what happened to Knox and Todd. They had these short-lived perfect loves with Chris and Neil respectively that ended before anything could ever happen. Love cut too short, just like Taylor and Post Malone. Which is wild when you realize that means TS basically just confirmed anderperry.
Not only this, but in the movie, the boys are encouraged to write and enjoy poetry thoroughly, and while all the boys take it to heart, Knox and Todd are the ones that are frequently seen actually writing poetry. Knox uses it to try and win Chris over, as well as working through his feelings for her, while Todd uses it as a guilty pleasure sort of thing that he's seemingly embarrassed by (which I could talk about for 25 pages but I'll spare you.)
So basically, just like Taylor, Knox and Todd are also tortured poets. Which means not only are they the doctors trying to come up for a cure for their own maladies, they're also patients in the Tortured Poets Department
THEY'RE JUST AS CRAZY AS TAYLOR.
If that seems too big a stretch, remember that Post Malone is there. From his bridge we see that he's going through the same thing as Taylor except on the opposite side, and he's also seen in the poetry room with Taylor, confirming that he himself is a poet as well, and in the lab he's also a doctor. So Josh and Ethan are patients just as much as Post Malone is, who's just as much as Taylor.
All four of them are locked in together, trying to get over these lost loves they are mourning.
By deliberately choosing not just Ethan Hawke to cameo, but also Josh Charles, and not say Dylan Kussman or Gale Hansen, or even MAIN STAR Bobby Leonard, it draws a direct parallel between Knox and Todd's characters, and therefore between Chris and Neil, and therefore, Taylor Swift has basically confirmed the ongoing implication that anderperry was the metaphor all along.
#i had to get it out#enjoy yall#dead poets society#anderperry#taylor swift#the tortured poets department
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hello everynyan!! it's baby's second (?) tumblr post. i present to you:
ELLIOTT'S ANDERPERRY SONG ANALYSIS
okay, so, here's the gist of it: i have an ever-growing playlist on spotify of songs i feel fit neil, todd, or their relationship as a whole. each song is not only one i like, but also has lyrics that represent something specific about them. this sort of thing is something ive done for multiple characters for a long time, and ive always had carefully curated reasons behind my choices. i just recently got back into the dps fandom, and thought this would be a good way to not only show how i see the characters, but also become a part of the community on Tumblr myself :)
i will not be doing every song simply because i do not have the time and the playlist is way too long for that, but i'll definitely be choosing some favorites. i'll most likely just post whenever i feel like it, so i can't promise any sort of a timeline. this is just a little project i thought would be fun, especially considering the fics im working on take me ages lol đ
sooo without further ado: song number one is....
Habanero by Rosie Tucker
i've been listening to a lot of rosie tucker's music lately, and this song really stood out to me as a todd/neil song from neil's perspective. one of the reasons i connect so much to neil as a character is because i see myself in him, and subsequently how he handles what i see as a very real depressive disorder throughout the movie. this song makes me think of his feelings and relationship with todd in canon, how he sees himself and todd, and the bittersweet-ness of loving someone in the "wrong" way.
"...you said "this never happens to me, this never happens" but you smile while you suffer so you're lying or wrong" this lyric encapsulates a big part of neil's perception of todd, especially towards the beginning of the movie. it specifically reminds me of the "what do you mean no?" scene and the argument they have leading up to it. it also alludes to todd's poem scene in front of the class and neil's reaction to it. he sees todd as saying this sort of bewildered, in awe, "this never happens to me," because, well, for todd, that's how it feels. he doesn't speak in front of people, he doesn't share parts of himself like that. i actually believe he didn't even really write poetry on his own before keating's class, either, so even writing at all is a big step for him- never mind showing others. we know todd hates public speaking and being perceived (although it's a lot more complicated than that, but i won't get into it here) so he "smiles while (he) suffers" because even though this is something he hates and feels so much shame about, a part of him is amazed and happy he did it at all. thus the "you're lying or wrong" from neil- i see this as neil recognizing that actually, knowing todd, this isn't the first time he's done something like this like he might think. in truth, todd says and does beautiful things like this all the time. though todd sees himself as dull and embarassing, neil sees the truth. we often think of neil as recognizing todd as a diamond in the rough, but people are more complicated than that. really, todd has always had this beauty inside him- this is just the first time he (and everyone else) has gotten the opportunity to really see it. neil feels vindicated in a sense, because he knew it was there.
"i'm never happy, but i've never been better" i feel this lyric is pretty straightforward when it comes to neil. he has depression, which makes it so so hard to feel happy, even when you think you should- and most of the time, neil doesn't even have those moments. todd isn't some cure-all for his problems, and certainly doesn't make his depression go away, but he's a huge aid to neil. he's the one person who really sees him. even if neil still isn't happy in the traditional way, he still feels better around todd. another thing i could get into buttt this post is already gonna be long enough as is lol.
"i need to see you sweat" i feel this one is also pretty self explanatory. it's sexuality and desire, something neil has likely not felt to this level before. especially when you're depressed, it's hard to feel any sort of desire. i feel that any thoughts neil would have would already be pretty vague because of his internalized homophobia, but this would be similar to the way he would allow himself to verbalize his feelings. there are a lot of great fics out there that i feel really encapsulate this well.
"wouldn't we be perfect together if we wanted exactly the same thing?" i would argue that the majority of the fandom kind of accepts neil's feelings for todd as pretty obviously requited, even though interestingly enough, from an outside perspective i would actually argue neil's feelings are the most obviously canon. not that i don't definitely believe todd feels the same, nor do i think this is a bad thing- it's just that the entire movie revolves around identity, and neil's passion for acting serves as a metaphor for queerness pretty obviously, and beyond that acting is associated with queer identity as a whole, another reason behind mr. perry's aversion to it. neil doesn't know if todd feels the same as he does. even if things may seem obvious to us, this isn't "normal" for the time period and so i believe wholeheartedly that neil didn't know todd had any feelings for him. was this more his own self hatred, him protecting himself, or that anything he saw that may have alluded to reciprocation he convinced himself was his own mind playing tricks on him? probably a mixture of all three.
"but i smile while i suffer like a sucker supreme" even though neil knows this won't end well, that his feelings are "wrong" and this is hurting him in the long run, he can't help himself when it comes to todd. he's a sucker for him and the feelings he gets being around him.
"all at once i'm a child trapping tadpoles in a cup, and i know they'll never make it (...) but i smile while they suffer 'cause i want it so much" neil knows being in the play, being with todd, and defying his father is a losing game. he knows, on a distant level, that he'll never get away with it. maybe during the play he finally, for one gorgeous moment, truly believed things would change- but then his father shows up and proves he was right all along. he knows he's doomed, that todd was right to doubt his plan to lie to his father in the first place, but he wants it so badly he doesn't care (or, more than that, he feels so incredibly trapped that he's given up and has resigned himself to the consequences). not only this, but his depression has made his latching onto the one thing that gives him hope even more intense. to be ripped away from this, the only thing he's ever wanted- the only person he's ever wanted- is the end. he knows that. even so, even though he can see the futility of it all crumbling beneath him, he sees the fall through.
"i can't believe i'll die before becoming a frog" there's a sort of disbelief in his resignation to death in his final moments, a darkly humorous "i can't believe it's come to this, that this is really happening" despite not really being surprised. neil is cutting everything short and throwing away his potential before his father gets the chance to do it for him. he'll never "become a frog" in so many ways- never get to live for himself, never get to become an adult, never get to act again, etc.
well...that was very long! if you've made it to the end of this post, i hope this was as fun for you as it was for me :)) i'll definitely be doing more of these as time goes on!! let me know your thoughts!!
(the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Fh97W8EItmoJHjQvjsBl4?si=WoH7J5GHTfmt3v7OuqbHnQ&pi=6x2g03n8Q1Knc )
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Dead Poet Date Hc's
Anderperry - Chased by Walt Whiskers
When Todd's publisher demands that he use social media, his manager, Ginny, couldn't have envisioned this.
Accidental sweater thirst traps aside, it's Walt Whiskers driving Todd's media engagement. It's Walt Whiskers who guest stars at his poetry readings, and it's Walt Whiskers who Ginny hires a social media manager for.
Who knew his anxiety aid could be such a traitor?
Because when Todd meets Neil his life goes to shit.
Working in media had, of course, given Todd the expectation that his cat's manager would be attractive. Todd can work with attractive. He can ignore attractive, usually.
But nothing about Neil is normal. He's tall, extroverted, and a Shakespearean actor to boot.
He's not arrogant, gym-obsessed, or suppressing the temper of a stage mom. Neil is a regular guy so in love with his poorly paid job that he decimates his sleep schedule and runs ragged to pay his rent by managing the city's theatre socials.
So Ginny, like any good friend, ropes Neil in before her boss at Toddâs publishing house even finishes the call.
Unfortunately, Todd is a homebody. He is a poet with a Wikipedia page branding him a 'recluse,' and the thing about influencers is they have to exist outside.
Ginny compromises at first. Every shoot is scheduled in darkened, private spaces.
Todd watches each time as Neil's brows raise in perfect, incredulous arcs. He doesn't comment. Instead, Neil hoists Walt onto one of his ridiculously high hips and takes a walk to 'check the light.'
Todd's lungs expand.
To Neil's credit, he tries. Todd finds indoor photoshoots awkward enough as he poses with his lacklustre smile, torn notebooks, and Walt Whiskers perching irritably on his lap.
The outdoor shoots are worse.
"Poetry is supposed to stir you up!" Neil's voice projects through Central Park as he gesticulates wildly. "You look as stirred up as a cesspool."
"I'm not like you."
"Don't you think you could be? People listen to your words, Todd. Now let them meet you."
"I thought you were here for Walt."
Neil rolls his eyes, "you are Walt, dummy. Come on, let's break for coffee."
So they order drinks and commiserate through quotes, exchanging words from Tennessee Williams and Kafka until Todd is comfortable enough to allude to his own.
And when Todd isn't looking, Neil gets the Instagram reel. It's the perfect shot of Walt Whiskers wearing Neil's glasses as he slowly blinks at Todd quoting from his supposedly 'aesthetic,' ink-stained notebook.
With a trendy sound bite, the post explodes.
Todd's latest book flies off the shelves. So naturally, Ginny hauls them into her office to talk strategy.
Strategy, in Ginny's world, translates to valentine date.
"It's logic," Ginny dismisses. Tinny music pours from the speakers as the Hudson River Company keeps her cell phone on hold. "Your latest collection is called, Tides of Love, Todd. I'd be an idiot not to set up a romantic dinner cruise for PR.â
"I'm not sitting there with my cat." Todd turns and appeals to Neil for help. "Tell her what people will think."
Neil opens his mouth, but Ginny cuts him off.
"No." She shoots a firm look at them both. "I know for a fact that neither of you have valentines plans. Take the cat together and secure us a bestseller."
They take the cat.
Todd spends all night pulling at his tux. Walt has no such reservations with his mini paw-printed bowtie. Instead, the damn cat has every waitress sneaking chicken under the perfectly pressed tablecloth.
If he were a better pet owner, Todd would've noticed. In a better world, Todd would've stuck to the no-chicken diet Walt's vet prescribed. But in this world, his cat's manager is wearing a tux.
Neil could be a Hollywood star sitting there under candlelight. With the wine in his head and the river waves in his stomach, Todd wants to take Tides of Love and write it anew.
But he doesn't.
Todd pokes at his Michelin star meal. It may be pathetic, but valentines are valentines no matter how fake.
He crumples a napkin and drops it over the camera lens.
There are no witnesses when Neil pets Walt, his long, delicate fingers brushing Todd's own. Nobody shares how they linger, how they curve, almost taking Todd's hand to hold.
And when Neil makes a determined and tipsy climb up the deck, Todd doesn't turn, doesn't direct his stare away. He finds himself laughing and scrambling to race against Neil's impossibly long legs. With a fire inside, Todd snatches up the lookout post, throwing drunken taunts out in his wake.
With flushed cheeks and Walt warm in his arms, Todd isn't a tentative poet or a hermit half in early retirement. He's Jack flying high through the clouds. He's bold and he's reckless in his dreams, and in his love for a Shakespearean Rose.
Like every ship, Cupid's Arrow sweeps Todd happily into the deep.
It's only with his hangover the inevitable sinking begins. His iceberg is the size of date night floating up his fyp with over 20,000 hits.
A heart-shaped button has never cut so deep.
But with engagement comes sales and not one, but two, NY Times bestsellers, so the poet and media manager keep taking Walt on contracted dates.
Cafes roll into museums, picnic dates, and late-night Broadway shoots.
Walt poses while Neil charms and draws Todd closer and closer into their extroverted orbit.
By April, Todd's poems hang from the walls backstage at Circle in the Square. He walks between frames correcting and composing while Walt scurries beneath seats, and sniffs for wet food pouches stashed under stacks of Neil's scripts.
It's a routine, Todd tells himself. It's enrichment to exercise Walt. It's his typewriter stored as a video prop amongst the leafy crowns and Yorick skulls at home in Neil's dressing room.
It's this home the poet follows, each purr and smile like catnip until he finds himself curling up during rehearsals behind painted, woodland sets. His poems layer across the orchestra, snatches of Neil's soliloquy, and the beat of paws on wood as Todd opens his words and world to TikTok Live.
With these unique readings come sponsors, and with sponsors come trips.
As spring creeps in, Ginny packs them off on a brand deal supplying a '57 Chevrolet Corvette for the road Coney Island.
They shoot Walt in the driver's seat like a city-dwelling Grace Kelly in sunglasses and a scarf. In a second snap, Neil lounges on the red bonnet in a line of Times Square traffic, and Todd is blurrily backlit by Battery Tunnel in a final car shot, the winning polaroid cover for his upcoming collection, Epigraphs for Nostalgia.
The road to true love has never felt so smooth.
Todd knows it canât last, but he clings to this day straight from the brandâs vintage guide to teenage dates.
Roll after roll fills with charmingly juvenile snaps.
They wave from Denoâs Wonder Wheel. Product placement smears Coney Cone's ice cream over Walt's nose, while Neil and Todd squabble over film and notebook sheets which fly loose to scatter like snow on the boardwalk.
"I told you," Neil whoops, "those dead drafts want to fly!"
Chastened by staff, but thrilled with the candid, self-timer snaps, the poet and media manager take one more shot.
"Come on," Todd grumbles, wrestling Walt into an admittedly dingy photo booth. "You can't take care of yourself."
Walt meows in protest. But the curtain falls and traps both man and cat as Neil slides onto the bench.
Flash. Walt pressed nose to nose with Todd. Flash. Todd squawks while Neil howls at the ice cream Walt smears on Todd's nose. Flash. Walt leaps and Neil dives into Todd's lap in an effort to catch the escaping cat. Ding!
Pink hearts float in bubble letters like cotton candy across the screen: Kisscam Count.
Descending digits blink in and out.
Three.
The poet freezes. His cat's media manager glances up, his body still sprawled across the poet's lap.
Two.
Neil inhales.
One.
The final lines of Epigraph for Nostalgia linger on the seam of Todd's lips.
âCarpe Diem," he mutters.
There's a flicker.
An image appears of an Instagram crashing kiss.
#this got so out of hand the word count is putting it on ao3#I regret nothing#not even my desperate search for NYC accuracy#or my own decimated sleep schedule#CO Posts#date hc masterlist#dps headcanons#anderperry#dead poets society#dps#dead poets society fanfic#neil perry x todd anderson#todd anderson#neil perry#anderperry fanfic#neil perry fanfiction#todd anderson fanfiction#dps fandom
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Thank you for the tag @guiltyasdave!! This turned out a little long but it was sort of introspective to fill out!!
what's the origin of your blog title?
During my Paul Dano days I started out as spicedchaiandromeda. I loved getting spiced chai lattes at every coffee shop I went to, what can I say lol. But about two years ago when I became a more multi fandom blog I changed to always-andromeda to kind of signify that no matter what stuff Iâm into, I am always Andromeda!!
OTP(s) + shipname
Iâve enjoyed a few ships over the years but I think my absolute favorite will always be Anderperry from Dead Poets Society.
favorite color
Yellow!! đ
favorite game
I love The Last of Us, truly. But rn, Red Dead Redemption 2 and Baldurâs Gate 3 are sliiiightly edging above it. Theyâre both just so good. đ
song stuck in your head
Was It Something I Said by MyKey feat. Cavetown
weirdest habit/trait?
I have a few vocal stims, but those aside, I think itâs my occasional zoomies? Idk how else to explain it but sometimes Iâll get these little bursts of energy and I just have to take some laps around the house or make some strange sound.
hobbies
Reading, writing, drawing, painting, cross-stitching, embroidery, baking, cookingâŚa lot of old lady activities, lmao.
if you could have any job you wish what would it be?
Iâm currently studying for my studio arts degree with the hope that I can take on some sort of a graphic design position. But in an ideal world, Iâd love to teach. Iâve admired almost all of my art professors and have been told that Iâd make a good teacher myself.
something you're good at
Off the top of my head, Iâd say conflict management. Iâve hit a point in my journey with therapy and whatnot where I feel that I can handle disagreements and de-escalate situations if they ever arise.
something you're bad at
Time management, lol. But thatâs just an extra ADHD perk.
something you love
Maaan, I just had some last night so...spicy tuna over fried rice. That shit is delicious.
something you could talk about for hours off the cuff
Things that I could and have include One Direction lore, The Last of Us, and Astarion and Wyll from Baldurâs Gate 3.
something you hate
On the serious side: transphobia. On the unserious side: ants.
something you collect
The only things I well and truly collect are Palm Pals. If I see them in a gift shop while traveling, I'll get one. The last time I spent a day with my best friend he got me Doodle (the crayon box)!!
something you forget
Lately it's been what I was really like as a teenager? As I've grown and gone to therapy and figured out better ways to cope with things, sometimes I really forget how codependent and people pleasing I could be back then. Your girl had zero consideration for her own wellbeing!!
what's your love language?
Jana cited a tiktok about how eldest daughters are taught to take care of everyone around them so they don't really know their love language. And ngl struck me hard!! Literally just like. Acknowledge I exist!! đĽ˛
favorite movie/show
It shifts a lot but rn it's Yellowjackets again.
favorite food
I think my all time favorites are almost any kind of sushi and quesabirria tacos.
favorite animal
Growing up by the coast, I'm developed a very palpable love for sea lions lol.
what were you like as a child?
My mother says I was extremely strong willed, lol. But I know at my core that I was a very anxious kid. I was fairly intelligent and was downright terrible at making good friends.
favorite subject at school
I've always been an English and art class girlie!!
least favorite subject
Probably economics? But that's mostly because my teacher was not my favorite.
what's your best character trait
My generosity; I've always been extremely giving to people regardless of how close I am to them.
what's your worst character trait
Probably my anger, funnily enough. I can get it under control way better now. But occasionally it can get the better of me and I hate it when it does.
if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be
I kiiiind of wish I had gotten up earlier? I accidentally slept in for like an hour. I also wish I wasn't dealing with ants rn. The pest control guy came over today and the problem should be better within the week but still, it sucks so bad. đ
if you could travel in time who would you like to meet
Maybe it's because I started rewatching Twin Peaks with my brother and the fact that I'm still sad about him passing, but my heart says David Lynch.
recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!)
Honestly, anything Roman Roy from @strang3lov3. I cannot explain it but she made me feral for that man in a ways I didn't even know was possible. I also really want to start reading more of her writing for Joel because I love her style in general!!
no pressure tags (if you've already done it, feel free to ignore me lmaooo sorry!!): @saradika @sixhours @elflutter @inept-the-magnificent @noisynaia
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with you, though
anderperry + charlie being a slut
summary: neil freaking out at the flower shop
Wind through the hair, sunlight on the face, and sunglasses sitting proudly on the noseâthatâs definitely not Neil, at least not now. That's, most definitely, Charlie Dalton, driving a car that wasn't his, without a license, and with Knox's clothes. He's so cunty one might actually think he owns both the car and the clothes and has the right to drive.Â
Neilâs poor soul is tortured and has been for quite a while. He had asked Todd out, and the interaction went a little like this:
âTodd, listen⌠would you like...i mean, if you want to of course, to hang out- I mean, go out? Next...next week, perhaps? After the latin test?
The blonde blushed at the request and the eloquence it was made with. He replies in one breath and with anxiety:
âYes, I mean... It would be great. Saturday's good. Sure
Neil noticed, other than the embarrassment the roommate replied with, a glint in his eyes, bright and sparkling, perhaps even more than the light that was kissing his face and brown locks. That lightâthat's what tortures him ever so sweetly; it has bewitched him completely.Â
With Charlie, he had to get flowersânot really because he wanted to, but rather because of Charlie himself, who claims to know everything about dating. They get out of the car (alive and well, against every expectation) and get into the tiny little flower shop, filled with bright and intense-smelling blooms.
 âWhatcha getting him?
âHave no clue, honestly.
âNow that's the spirit!â and Dalton smiles, patting Neil on the shoulder. âI'll be over there with the short brunette; call me if you need anything.Â
Perry nods, without even listening, and watches him leave. He had thought about everything but the flowers and blames himself for that, partially because he doesn't have a clue about what flowers Todd likes and because he doesn't really know if he wants flowers in the first place.
He starts wandering slowly between the big, black buckets filled with seasonal blossoms. Pretty much everything blooms in that period; if there were fewer flowers, it could have been easier, Neil swore.Â
Asking Charlie isn't an option. "He'll make me get some roses and end it there. I adore Charlie, but for pity's sake.â He thinks, reading the Latin names written on some wooden signs inside the buckets.Â
âWhich nouns were irregular? Uuh⌠mater, matris; pater patris, and then what? The flowers, god."
Some wild roses had something mischievous in the way they stood proud, with open petals and straight stems. âIt's a Goethe reference, you silly!â they looked like they were saying.
Neil falls for that a little and bends down to look at them better: florid yet so young, sweet and wild, and a rosy color that was so elegant and bright at the same time.Â
âLike when he comes out of the shower and into the room, all flushed with wet hair,â and blames himself for thinking such things in a public place.
He gets up and walks away, over to a table filled with green and smaller buckets. There were tulips, standing like they were about to wither, even though sunlight was over them entirely.Â
âTulipa sylvestris⌠Tulipa is from the first declination; Sylvestris is from... Sylvester, perhaps?
Did he write something about them? Did I read something?Â
No, no, no, he said his mother loved them.âÂ
And he moves on, walking over to the hyacinths, the purple ones. They stood proud, almost stern, in the shadow.Â
âThey mean joy... or Iâm proud of you? Don't remember.It would be cute, though; I give him the flowers and go, âI got these for you because I'm proud of you,ââ and he smiles stupidly, like only a fool whoâs in love does.
He sees clearly now. Looks over at Charlie, who turns around and flashes one of his iconic grins. âI love Charlie; like, look at himâ and smiles again.
He moves on, now with an actual idea in mind.Â
âPhiladelphus coronarius, both from the second declination. Oh, so pretty,â and smiles once again. âThey look like orange blooms. Thatâs what that poem was about; where did he even see these?â and he looks at them, white and canid. Petals so thin they were almost transparent; the faintly colored pistil; the thin stems, somehow so resistant to hold 8 to even 12 buds of flowers; and then the leaves, so dark and intense, almost to compensate for the purity and innocence the petals transmitted. He moves his attention to Charlieâs coarse and vibrant laughter and the girlâs sweeter one. âHe's taking her to bed tonight.â.
There was a tiny ant breaking the flowerâs fairness, walking expertly between petals and blooms.
âHe wanted to spend a summer in Greece or Italy; thatâs what he told me. They have such a faint, bitter scent, too.â and he bent down, his gaze still following the ant.Â
âThe light in his eyes when he told me that...â and he smiled foolishly.Â
A second later, heâs looking at a blondie, wrapping up a sprig of mock oranges and a couple of wild roses that begged him so much to choose them in a light brown paper. âHow did Calvinoâs story go? Je voyage en amour? Perhaps.â Thatâs not really his case: traveling for love, but he felt the same way. The blondieâs delicate hands were now tying a fine white lace around the small bouquet.Â
Charlie reaches him, holding the flowers as Neil paid for them. Once done, he turns around and smiles faintly, to which Charlie replies with a much sweeter grin than usual. "Homosexuals,â he thought, with irony and fondness, as if he weren't bisexual himself.Â
âThink heâll like them?
âOf course, trust me.Â
Neil smiles at him, a weird feeling in his stomach and dizziness seizing him again. He got in the car, followed by Charlie.
âThe short brunette wanted to get to know you, told her you were taken.
Charlie blurts out with a chuckle; the other laughs heartily and smiles sarcastically, turning at him.
âYes, Charlie. Thank you.
***
With a heavy breath and the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, Todd wakes up abruptly and sits up on the bed. The room's dark, the air stale and hot. He takes off the light wool blanket from his knees and gets up, opening the tiny window and moving a thin curtain. Aprilâs moonlight enters shyly into the room, lighting a messy bed with undone sheets and a perfect one: sheets tight and covers straight.Â
âIt was a dream; I was dreaming,â the blonde whispers to himself, in front of the window, all cold from the night's humidity. The knot in his throat tightens, his limbs are numb, and something like butterflies starts to move in his stomach. His eyes burn with tears that start to fall, hot and slowly, one by one, wetting the pajama shirt or making a slight plop on the wooden floor.Â
âI did want to go to Italy or Greece. With you, though.Â
The blonde goes back to bed, body heavy and mind numb. The thought of the next dayâs classes makes it hard to breathe. His head hurts,his lips contort downwards, eyebrows furrowed and it hurts to keep that expression on; thereâs nothing he can do anyway, tears steaming uglily and wetting the messy flannel sheets, his arms wrapped around his stomach, in a fetal position under the blanket, freezing and sweating at the same time, as the cool wind moved slightly the curtain.Â
One second later, heâs awoken by the loud halls and the sun lighting up the room. His face is still sticky from the tears; a sense of tiredness in every inch of his body only made him want to cry more, but heâs just too tired of the swamp of pain heâs been in for almost 6 months. Images of spring are still running through his mind, as if nothing happened: long afternoons spent studying in the sunlight and coming back into the dorm rooms when the sun starts peaking.
Spring is when everything is rebornâeverything, but Todd.
notes: hi!! i want to start by apologizing, i have no right to write such outrageous things; with that being said, this has been sitting in a corner of my google docs page for like months, and after editing for weeks it still feels really off but i cant tell if its just me or the whole idea is completely mad ok
#dead poets society#dead poets#dps fandom#dead poets headcanons#anderperry#todd anderson#neil perry#neil perry x todd anderson#dps fanfiction#dps#dead poets fanfic#dead poets fandom
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ANDERPERRY ONE SHOT bc iâm going crazy (itâs bad and cringe BUT ITâS A MODERN HIGHSCHOOL AU CMON)
(also english isnât my first language and i didnât even try to write that good)
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the first time todd anderson saw neil perry was on the first day of school. he arrived early and when he entered the classroom and right away sat on the desk near the window, he noticed a certain brown-haired guy. the guy had a smile that could light up an entire room and his eyes were simply filled with the purest joy ever. todd found himself staring at the guy, and when their eyes met, todd felt like he was being teleported to another planet. he flushed and suddenly looked down not caring whether the guy was still staring at him or not.
he found out later the guyâs name was neil perry.
weeks passing todd was crushing more and more on the brown haired guy; he was smart, cute, funny and well-cultured. the only problem was that they never actually spoke to each other. and that was, todd was sure of it, because neil didnât actually seemed to enjoy todd presence in the class.
when their eyes met he always looked away first (strange thing to say when the other guy is todd fucking shy anderson), when todd rarely spoke up in class he seemed to didnât care at all about what he was saying (also strange because he always cared about what their other classmates had to say) and every time todd started a absolute necessary conversation, he was always trying to get away as soon as possible.
so, for todd anderson, that wednesday was the weirdest day in his life.
the morning was pretty fine actually; he took notes, he listened, he did everything regular. and so, as every other day, when the bell rang, he took his time to pack his stuff away and saw all his other classmates rushing out of the door. all, except one. neil fucking perry. now the only possibilities that came up in toddâs mind where all concerning him being in the wrong and perry having something to say.
what he did not in fact expect was to see a flushed neil with in his hands god knows what, walking towards him.
âerhm todd?â
todd felt his face heat up. neil never called him, let alone called him by his first name.
kinda scared and anxious todd tried to say something normal, without sounding weird.
âyes?â
his voice was low and he felt very insicure. what the hell was going on.
âs-sorry for bothering you, i know you probably would have preferred being alone and pack away your stuff but t-thereâs something i-i gotta tell youâ
neil kept walking towards toddâs desk as he spoke leaving todd wide eyed, he never seen and heard neil talking and approaching someone with that little confidence.
ân-no donât worry about thatâ he said actually sounding very confident.
todd thought neil didnât like him at all or at least did not like him enough to be friends with him (ne was friends either basically everyone); so the things neil said to him in that empty classroom left him astonished.
âlisten iâm sorry if this sounds weird or i donât know creepy butâ he looked up directly into toddâs eyes âi-i really like and iâd feel really honored if you would want to maybe get a coffee with me sometimes! he-hereâs my number if you maybe want to text me your answer, or you could just ignore everything donât worryâ and neil left on todd desk a piece of paper, with in fact a cellphone number written on it.
todd was completely astonished. he looked at neil with wide eyes and mouth open.
âiâm sorry, w-what?â he said. itâs not like he didnât hear him câmon, neil was basically screaming, he just did not understand.
âshit sorry donât worry about it iâll just leaveâ neil whispered already making his way out.
âi-i thought you didnât like meâ todd said, his voice almost a whisper.
âwhat?â
âlike you befriended everyone in the class except me a-and you never listen when i say something to the teacher o-or you always look away when our eyes randomy mert; i-i just thought you didnât think i was niceâ todd almost shouted.
âWHAT?â
neil ran right away to toddâs desk resting his hands on it.
âi-iâve liked you since the first day, shit iâm sorry i made you feel like-like i hated you or somethingâ
todd looked at neil like the words he just said were gold falling from the sky. neil looked at him and the kept staring at each other for a while.
âactually iâve wanted to get some coffee with you since the first day, neil. i like you tooâ todd revealed with a soft smile.
now was neil turn to be completely in disbelief. seeing todd smiling though made him chukle and smile.
âoh yeah?â
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do you have anderperry and/or dps headcanons you feel very strongly about?
OH BOY DO I EVER!!!!!
- Neilâs favorite thing to do is come up behind Todd and hug him and just⌠stay there for any period of time. From anywhere between a minute and the rest of the time theyâre in a given place. Todd never comments on it, Neil never explains, itâs just a thing.
- Todd always stands on Neilâs right and vice versa Neil always stands on Toddâs left. If itâs the other way around, no matter what theyâre doing, theyâll switch places because it feels wrong.
- Neil gets too caught up in retelling Todd his dreams in the morning so it can take him upwards of ten minutes to do his tie, which sometimes makes him late to leaving, so to combat it Todd started doing Neilâs tie in the morning while he talked.
- Neil and Ginny (and by extension Chet) are cousins by marriage. Does that make sense at all? No. But I do not care.
- Charlie was the tallest of the group up until tenth grade when everyone else got growth spurts and left him in the dust.
- Cameron lives with his grandparents.
- The Anderson family is HUGE (Iâm talking 4 pairs of grandparents, 6 aunts, 5 uncles, 8 cousins kind of huge) and Jeff and Todd are the only boys in their generation.
- Jumping off from the last one: Toddâs cousins used to use him as a guinea pig because he was the youngest.
- Mrs. Perryâs first name is Nancy.
- Mr. And Mrs. Anderson are named Patrick and Rebecca respectively.
- Out of the entire group, Pitts is the only one thatâs ever actually had a girlfriend by the start of the movie. (For like 3 weeks in 7th grade, but still)
- Ginny and Chris have complete opposite tastes in music and are always exchanging records for the other to see if they like.
- Todd loves snakes.
- Knox jumps a solid half a foot in the air when scared.
- Meeks hates spiders. Charlie loves them. You can imagine how that tends to go down.
- Neil had always wanted a dog but could never get one because his mom has a fur allergy.
- Cameron does origami in his spare time.
- Meeks canât do a cartwheel and EVERYONE makes fun of him for it.
- Neil had a one-sided beef with Jeff pre-junior year that he could never justify or rationalize until he met Todd.
- Chris does Ginnyâs lipgloss for her every morning before school.
- Todd Anderson autism + Neil Perry AuDHD is real TO ME.
- Neil and Todd canât be alone together for longer than five minutes without breaking out into hysterical laughter over essentially nothing.
- Neil and Charlie once tried to convince a store clerk they were orphan brothers for free ice cream. It did not work.
- Todd canât cook for shit and is on âhanding-people-things-they-needâ duty. Neil can cook just barely. Cameron, somehow, is a master chef. Knox consistently nicks his fingers with knives and is no longer allowed in the kitchen.
- In a modern setting, Knox would absolutely have two moms.
- Neil and Toddâs wardrobes have essentially morphed into one singular wardrobe and they canât differentiate what belongs to who anymore. Theyâve stopped caring and just wear each others clothes if they want to.
- Neil is a master at drunk karaoke. Charlie is a master at drunkenly pressuring Neil into doing drunk karaoke.
- The ribbon Chris wears in her hair is a gift from Ginny.
- Pitts is almost scarily good at checkers.
- Charlie can hold his breath for almost three minutes.
- Neil is a biter.
- âSpazsâ name is Eugene, Stickâs name is Roy, Hopkinsâ first name is Albert.
- Keatingâs implied british wife(?) is named Jessica.
- Charlie is the only one of the guys that can SOMEWHAT dance.
- More often than not, Todd is actually the one to reach out and hold Neilâs hand rather than the other way around.
- Toddâs middle name is Augustus.
And thatâs all the ones I can remember right now!!! Questions, comments, concerns?????
#jareth#dps#dead poets society#anderperry#chrisginny#neil perry#todd anderson#charlie dalton#richard cameron#gerard pitts#steven meeks#stephen meeks#knox overstreet#chris noel#ginny danburry#chet danburry#john keating
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i'll never confess what i am feeling, i'm always waiting for the right time.
#waiting for the right time#bags#haha i told clairo how i felt and she wrote bags lmao#this could be about anderperry if they had time#lol q mal#spilled thoughts#am i gay#lord please end my pain
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a/n : literally who hurt me enough to write this???
contains : SUICIDE MENTIONS, DESCRIPTION OF GUN, funny enough Neil actually lives!, mentions of anderperry
Neil sat at his fatherâs desk, a wretched feeling that made the brunette boy feel ill. He sighed to himself, caressing the cloth, which enveloped his great demise, with carefulness and heed. It was time, he told himself, as he unwrapped the revolver.Â
He stood, ignoring how his knees buckled, as if begging him to reconsider. In usual Neil fashion, he wanted his passage to be as poetic as possible, though no one would be around to see it.Â
If a tree falls in the woods, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a noise? Neilâs attempt of a yawp at the world had been dismissed; this was his last chance.
With a shaky yet certain hand, he aimed the damned barrel in between his eyes. It felt similar to his fatherâs piercing glare. The glare that was causing this entire affair.Â
God, he hated him. More than he hated pulmonary emphysema or Pritchard. There was nothing but bitterness and disdain in his soul as he thought of his ascendant. The man who had part in creating and ending Neilâs life.Â
He spoke fluidly, not sure exactly who he was speaking to. The world? His father? Acting?
âI was good, I was really good.âÂ
Neil had always heard that the moment right before you do it is full of regret and revision, yet he only saw the beauty in his demise.Â
Click.Â
He opened his eyes, much to his own dismay. Lowering the gun, he examined the cylinder. It was loaded, heâd made sure to check before. He even took great caution to keep himself from shooting his father instead.Â
It mustâve jammed, he told himself. How could he have let this happen? His last poetic feat, and he couldnât even do it right. He slammed the gun onto the desk, pacing back and forth. It wouldnât be as meaningful now, once heâd attempted twice. His last salute to the world would be overshadowed by this.Â
He thought about how ironic it truly was. He couldnât even manage to murder himself correctly. Neil imagined his father finding out about this, the disappointed look on his face that his son was all too familiar with. It wouldâve been better for him to do it and succeed than have to live with this knowledge.Â
Neil raked his brain for other options. He could tie a decent knot, a skill required from his years in boy scouts, but where would he get the rope? He could gorge down a handful of pills from his motherâs variety of prescriptions sheâd acquired over the years as time wore her body down and pray that it took him out, but there was always a chance it wouldnât and heâd just get sick.Â
The snow fell relentlessly outside the window, he would lay out in it until the bitter glaciation killed him, but his body was well acquainted with the cold, as heâd lived in Vermont his entire life. He recalled poking fun at Todd once because of his sensitivity to the cold.Â
He choked on his breath for a moment. Todd.Â
A tear trickled down his cheek as he became hyper aware of who and where he was, and especially where he wasnât. How he longed to be back in the cave, reciting a poem that had transformed his soul for the millionth time. Neil imagined Todd finding out the news of his passing if he went through with any of these plans. The two had only met five months ago, yet Neil knew that this would surely break the blue eyed boy.Â
Neil initially decided to take his life because couldnât stay alive knowing that his love would be stripped away from him. He was so caught up in himself that he didnât even think of his other love.Â
If he were going to stay alive for anything or anyone, it would be Todd.
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5, 36, 55 and 78 (for the Spotify wrapped thing[no pressure:)])
omg thanks 4 asking ly
5. About You - The 1975
ďżźthis song is soooo todd anderson after neilâs death. i imagine him sitting on a train on the way to work or at the supermarket seeing red berries and suddenly all he can think of is neil fucking perry itâs so todd i could cry (he could NEVER forget neil ) they also âgot married in their headsâ which is sooooo anderperry core âŚ.
36. Daylight - Taylor Swift
okkk for this one there are two possibilities i feel
first - todd anderson. in the sense that neil woke him up after a 20 year dark night âŚ. Because he absolutely showed todd who he could be & literally made him brave & showed him he was loved (vis a vis desk set & âyouâre inâ)
second - i can totally imagine a modern au where neil is about to go into school for med & todd and him meet each other somehow & todd is like espressso n wakes him up to acting & the realm of possibilities that lay beneath his fingertips âŚ. & then they get married and fall in love etc etc
55. Right Now - One Direction
Charlie Dalton as helllll. This kinda speaks to me about how heâs the instigator in all the situations in dps , and how heâs also daring in a lot of the situations , but after neilâs death he kinda has to go through grief and wishes more than anything that neil was there with him !! bc in my head neil & charlie have been best friends since like the age of 3 or smth , so itâs first time charlie had to navigate life without his best friend âŚ. So in his head itâs grief - acceptance- fond rememberance
78. evermore ( feat. Bon Iver ) - Taylor Swift
Neil Perry. do i even have to say more âŚ. but seriously this is so him it hurts. I like to imagine it starts off with him being severely depressed but somehow by the end of the song in an au where he lives , he gets help and everything turns out okay âi had a feeling so peculiar that this wouldnât be forevermoreâ because some ppl forget that this song is actually hopeful because of how it starts out âŚ.
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Maybe in another life, pt 2
word count: 600 warnings: still none ? summary: Diane tells Todd a huge secret about her life and who she is in the cave. tags: dead poets society, neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, knox overstreet, gerard pitts, steven meeks, richard cameron, anderperry taglist: at the end :3 note: im still a HORRIBLE writer so any constructive critism is welocome !
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Todd felt like his world had just shattered for the second time, why didn't his friends understand? He was just trying to help, but it seems he had only made matters worse.Â
He turned to face Diane, who he remembered was still in the cave.Â
âI'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen. God, I feel so stupid.â
He felt tears starting to stream down his face.
âOh Todd, you couldnât have known this would happen. You were just trying to help, I'm sure they'll see that, we're all grieving.â Diane spoke softly,Â
When Todd looked up at her, she saw his tear filled eyes, she saw the pain in his eyes.Â
He was crying as though he had lost a lover, not just a friend.
Todd's sobs grew louder, and more tears streamed down his face. Diane got up and sat down next to Todd. She took him in his arms and he didn't resist. He cried into her shoulder as she held him. Not saying a word, not even knowing, Todd thought,Â
how much Neil really meant to him
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Some time had passed, and the sound of rain falling through the trees onto the soft leaf covered grass could be heard from outside the cave.Â
Diane slowly got up, âTodd itâs getting late, Iâve got to get back to my hotel.âÂ
Todd frowned, âYouâre staying in a hotel? I thought youâd be staying with your parents.âÂ
âThey uh, donât really like to associate themselves with me anymore. Iâm surprised they even told me about Neil.â Diane answered.Â
Todd was confused, âWhat?âÂ
Diane sighed and sat back down again, âItâs a long story, Iâll tell you but you have to swear not to tell anyone else, or to judge.âÂ
âI swear,â Todd looked serious, âDead Poets Honour.âÂ
Diane smiled a little;
âAbout 3 years ago I met a person,Â
They meant a lot to me and we spent a lot of time together. We were roommates at first, then we became friends, we sat together at lunch, did our homework together, gradually we became best friends, spent every waking hour together, and eventually, we fell in love.â
She paused and looked at the cave wall in front of her,Â
âWe couldnât tell anyone of course, it would ruin both our families. So we tried to hide it, we were good at it, of course. Until we werenât. One day, I decided I should write to Neil to tell him about Her. I was so excited,Â
I was so in love.Â
But in my excitement I had forgotten that all mail sent to Welton has to go through the parents, so naturally when my parents got mail they opened it, to read what was inside before sending it to Neil.Â
And that was the end of it, I was shipped off to England to go live with a great-aunt I had never heard of. Completely cut off from everyone here, including Her.â
âAre you going to visit her while youâre here?â Todd asked, he couldnât believe what he was hearing. She was like him, she knew what it was like to have the thing you love most ripped away from you.Â
Should I tell her?
âI canât, my parents said if I ever try to speak to her again, theyâll disown me. I canât risk that, not right now.âÂ
Diane looked heartbroken, and Todd's heart ached. He wished he could help her, since her love was still alive. He felt he should try and do anything in his might to help her.Â
But first he would have to tell her his secret,Â
his and Neilâs secret.
âDiane.â Todd spoke softly, âWhat if I told you I was in love with you brother?â AAAA HERE U GUYS GOOO SORRY IF ITS A BIT SHORTER SKDHFJSDGFDSG
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FANFIC FEMALE VERSION ANDERPERRY !
NOTICES
* English is not my first language
*My girls Anderson and Perry in the movie and my girls Celine and RennĂŠ in real life! Double dose of sapphics!
*I would like to post daily, maybe not so long
*Probably +18 content
WELCOME TO THE TORTURED POETS SOCIETY
TAKE 01 .Â
And they were roommates.
-Good morning everyone, girls, I'm TomĂĄs, your director and I'm more than happy to announce that you're our cast! Welcome to the Tortured Poets Society!
Well, here we are.
A new movie is exploding with buzz throughout the film industry.
The remake of the famous and appreciated filmÂ
âDead Poets Society.â now titled Tortured Poets Society.Â
For some time now, the producers have been wanting to renew, perhaps bring a new audience to the work, and also the need to finally expose the ideas that were not appropriate in 1990.Â
And why not tortured poet girls!
Amazing.Â
And so, here they are. The new characters and soon the newest eye candy and stars of the entire film industry.Â
And not only was the film the hot news of the moment, but also RennĂŠ and Celine, rising actresses and polar opposites as the names to give life to the main characters.
The buzz quickly emerged in the media.
âAh, but isnât it a risky bet? A character as controversial as Celine alongside RennĂŠ?â
âRennĂŠ shouldnât have stopped making the classics and risked this woke agendaâ
âI just hope Celine is polite and doesnât hit on ReneĂŠ, no one is forced to be gay eitherâ
And as for the film, the rumors were even bigger and more venomous.
âItâs risky but the director gave free reinâ
âItâs really sad to watch a classic appeal to the agenda.â
âItâs definitely something to make money.â
âŚÂ
-And then, I fell hard in the middle of the stage. I could barely understand what was happening. It was so embarrassing, thank goodness the spotlight soon went to the other side of the stage or I wouldn't have had the strength to get up!
Laughter could easily be heard from the lunch table of tortured poets, as the cast called themselves.
It had been a week since the start of the meetings for the beginning of the team bonding period.
The actress in the spotlight, who told a hilarious story about the time she fell in the middle of the stage, was Nancy, or rather, our girl Dalton, who was struggling to tie up her frizzy hair, while her laughter took all the breath away from her. Next to her hovered the calm redhead Sara, better known by her surname Meeks, who tried to help her colleague in her arduous mission of tying up her hair, and laughing and eating and remembering the facts of the story.
In order, the other redhead, Tayla, who was calmly sipping her apple juice and smiling at Nancy, unlike her character, who was reserved, would be and would, as is well known, at some point in the film, exchange blows with Dalton.
On the other side of the table we have the tall Suzie, who will soon be seen as our intelligent and sober Pitts, but who at the moment had a frown and serious brow, focused on her mission to discover the taste of the meat she had bought in the vegan area of the restaurant. Beside her, sharing the same mission, was Jhenny, with a white sweatshirt tied around her shoulders, even though the undeniable heat of Solarium was present without regrets, she wanted to feel the essence of the passionate overstreet.
In the distance, crossing the small street that separated the restaurant from the tables they were sitting at, Celine and RennĂŠ captured the eyes of the girls at the table, laughing at their conversation and absorbed in their bubble.
Celine dressed in a black t-shirt of the band she was in and ripped shorts with simple combat boots on her feet, contrasting perfectly with the light-colored pieces that RennĂŠ was wearing, a lace dress and small white heels, giving her a delicate and calm air.Â
There couldn't have been better choices for our Anderson and Perry than them.Â
The yin-yang in its perfect definition.Â
Screw the critics.Â
.the film will be a success
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