#NEIL PERRY WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT
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Girl finds out the book is not as good as the movie and is fucking devastated. Rethinks life. Fuck you mean "neil looked at todd angrily" He has never looked at that man with anything but pure awe and admiration as if todd himself hung the moon and stars in the sky. Neil looks at todd like he holds the world in his hands he looks at todd with the eyes of a newborn baby deer are you insane.
#johan being crazy about dps#dps#dead poets society#dead poets fandom#anderperry#Like im a lil nauseous. Like a lil. IM SO DISAPPOINTED#CMAWNNNNNN WHERES THE LONGING AND ADMIRATION THAT COULDNT BE COMMUNICATED THROUGH VISUAL ART ONLY WRITTEN#CMAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNN#It lietraly made me stand up and walk away from the book Neil. WOULD NEVER#LOOK AT ME#NEIL PERRY WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT
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Easily my fav chapter, hope you all enjoy!
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Chapter 3: Poetry Recommendations
Weights tugged on Todd’s eyelids, gravity pulling his head towards the welcoming wood of his desk. His arms sat in front of him, one folded on top of the other to resemble a truly tempting pillow. Maybe this would finally be the period he could nap without interruption, without a teacher kicking the leg of his desk, or rapping a ruler across his skull. Keating was nice, he would understand, he would-
“On your feet, boys!”
The idle chatter in the classroom came to a stop as the bell rang and Keating, standing by the door, loudly announced his presence. Heads turned to him as some of the students rose to their feet, one by one, in a sort of hesitant ripple. Todd stayed in his seat, silently hoping that if enough people stood up in front of him, he might just be able to avoid detection all the way on the other side of the classroom.
“Come on!” Keating urged them. “I’m not just over here for the theatrics of it all. Everyone grab your notebooks, you can leave Mr. J. Evans Pritchard behind. We’ll be spending the day outside today.” With that, he disappeared out the door.
The boys rose to their feet with the clattering and pencils and pens, notebooks being gathered from bags and chairs pushed away from desks. Todd rose much more slowly. Lazy, clumsy fingers gathered his things, and by the time he was ready to go, nearly everyone else was already out of the classroom. Only the poets hovered by the door, messing around with each other with playful shoves and laughter.
“You coming, Todd?” Meeks asked, his pen tapping against the doorframe impatiently.
“Yeah, come on Toddy, Keating’s already out the door by now, could be halfway to China for all we know!” Charlie added, gesturing with his notebook down the hallway. Neil grinned, and gave him a playful thwack with his own book.
“Cut it out, Char, give him a second. I don’t think Keating is going to abandon us.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Todd apologized, heading over towards them. “I, uh, I didn’t mean to make you wait.”
Neil slapped him on the shoulder good-naturedly. “Oh don’t worry about it, we’ll catch up,” he assured Todd, flashing one of those winning smiles that made Todd have to look away, just to avoid being blinded.
“Come on, dead poets!” Charlie called, leading the way down the hall, earning him an urgent shush from Cameron. They all trailed after him with varying levels of amusement, but Todd found himself surprised when Neil hung behind to walk with him, letting his feet trail against the old, tarnished floors.
He watched Neil bite his lip, thoughtfully chewing on the skin. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked suddenly.
Todd looked up at him, not bothering to hide his surprise. “I mean, uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well you just… you seemed a little out of it all day. Already got you yelled at by Mr. Raulkin. I wouldn’t want someone else getting on your case if you aren’t okay, yeah?”
“Oh, well I’m fine. Just… just tired after last night, I guess.”
Neil smiled, leaning in towards Todd conspiratorially, so their foreheads nearly touched. A bit of Neil’s hair flipped over and brushed against Todd’s face as he tried, for some goddamn reason, to hold his breath. “Well,” Neil whispered. “Two nights a week of Dead Poets meetings will do that to you.” He pulled away from Todd with a lopsided smile on his face, and if Todd finished walking down the hallway on wobbly legs, well, he decided he could just blame that on the lack of sleep.
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It was cool outside, the autumn air that was slowly meandering towards winter leaving a chilled touch on Todd’s face. A little colder might have woken him up a little more; a slap of winter to the face could have made up for a couple hours of lost sleep. Instead, all Todd did was shove his hands deep in his pockets, and wait for the warmth of the sun to make it to his bones.
The others were already waiting for them when they arrived, standing just on the edge of the forest, surrounded by the golden glow of fall-coated leaves. Keating beckoned them over as they approached, waving an arm towards them. “Come on now boys, there’ll be plenty of time for enjoying the scenery in a bit,” he called.
“We’re coming Keating, we were just catching up with old Cam here, couldn’t find his pencil!” Charlie shouted, which earned him a shove from the ever-prepared Cameron as he broke out into a jog. The rest of the poets sped up as well, even Neil going into sort of a half-jog to catch up to his friends. Only Todd lingered behind, not interrupting his slow meandering pace.
Keating waited for Todd, for some reason, which made his face heat up with embarrassment as soon as he realized. Fuck, had they all just been watching him? Todd felt the chilled fall air turn against him, rushing with warmth as a flush traveled up his neck. He came to a stop next to Neil and wondered if he could effectively hide behind him. Unfortunately a quick moment of eye contact with Keating revealed the faults in that plan.
“Two roads-” Keating announced loudly, clapping his hands together loud enough that Todd jumped. “-diverged in a yellow wood.” A sweeping arm brought their attention to the forest behind them.
“Looks like more than two roads, Mr. Keating!” someone piped up, from somewhere Todd couldn’t see. It was one of the boys that had a talent for making stupid comments, tossed them at teachers like flies so they could watch them swat them off and laugh at the funny flailing. Todd found those types of boys annoying, and a little intimidating, but Keating was much better at catching flies than he was.
“Well of course!” Mr. Keating exclaimed. “Gosh, halfway through the year and I haven’t taught you not to always take poetry so literally? I didn’t realize I had failed you all so.” He delivered the lines with a smile, and was rewarded with scattered laughter. “No, Hopkins, Robert Frost did not literally mean that there are only two paths cutting through every wood, nor did he mean to imply there are only two roads to travel in life. In truth, there are many ways your lives will take you- a litany of paths that you only have to be bold enough to walk down.”
He clapped his hands together, and Todd silently applauded his complete lack of a reaction. “Now! Today you will be choosing your own paths. I want you to find something around you and write about it, simple at that. I must implore you not to wander too far, but other than that, the world is your oyster. Channel your inner John Keats, your William Wordsworth and, yes, your Robert Frost. When you get back, we’ll be comparing your works with some of the biggies. Go on now! Choose your roads!”
The class took off in a flurry of movement, a flock of birds in the woods exploding into flight at the sudden approach of a deer. Todd was surrounded by squawking beaks and fluttering feathers in a array so dizzying to his tired mind that he could hardly keep up with it. Charlie was pulling Neil away and then Meeks was tapping his shoulder and telling him to follow and Cameron was trailing behind them and making sure Todd knew he shouldn’t feel he had to come, but they’d be pleased to have him, of course.
And then they were mostly gone.
Todd sat down in the grass.
It was springy underneath him, a woven bed of little hands reaching towards each other, linking together to make a plush seat. Little stalks reached out and brushed against his ankles, tickling the hairs on his legs. Todd watched as his classmates wandered off into other parts of the forest, stopping to peel the bark off of the trees or pick up beetles that wandered through the leaves.
He thought he heard the poets talking about finding a stream to visit, and he imagined Meeks and Pitts scooping up minnows from the water, or Charlie pretending he was going to shove Knox in the mud, or Neil collecting shiny rocks to show to Cameron, who would find a spot to perch and write. Todd probably would have joined him, but he felt it was probably too late to get up now.
The sun was bright, and just warm enough to keep him comfortable. The grass was soft, and just green enough to catch his eye. The scene was quiet enough, even with-
“Mr. Anderson.”
Ah shit.
Todd looked up hesitantly, trying to not make eye contact, while trying not to avoid it either. It was a tricky balance.
Keating sat crouched in the grass beside him, slightly squinting in the sunlight, and the moment Todd saw him, his brain took off running with excuses like a startled cat. He was just about to open his notebook, he was making whatever bullshit statement Charlie was during the walking exercise, he was just fucking tired, he needed a break, he didn’t want to-
“Mind if I join you?”
Todd nodded, sort of a small, faintly there thing, and then again with a bit more vigor, so he could be sure Keating recognized the gesture. Keating nodded in return, before settling down next to him, cross-legged on the ground. Todd swallowed thickly, and tried to ignore the growing unease buried in its chest. His heart pecked at his ribcage like a trapped bird, and god did he want to let it out.
“You know-” Keating finally started after the seconds of silence had stretched on too long. “-I figured you’d want to join the rest of your crew. I heard some very exciting talk about a visit to a stream.”
Todd pulled a handful of grass up from the roots, stalks splitting and tearing between his fingers. “Oh, uh, yeah, I heard that too… I thought I’d just stay back.”
Keating raised an eyebrow, and Todd got the subtle sense that he had said something wrong. Not in the usual sense where he was going to get in trouble for it, but in the Keating sense where he was about to whip out a magnifying glass and shove Todd under the lens. He swallowed thickly, and ran his nails down the stalks of grass. Plant matter caked under his fingernails.
“Really? Any particular reason?”
“Uh, no, not- not really.” He rubbed his hand on his sweater, trying to wipe away the grass. It didn’t really work. “I think I’m just… tired.”
Keating hummed thoughtfully. “Just tired, then? Nothing else to get off your chest?”
Todd shook his head, and silently prayed he could get through the rest of this conversation without any more words. Maybe someone could interrupt, one of the poets could fall in the stream and suddenly need attention. That would be nice. It might even get rid of the warm prickling behind Todd’s eyes that had made an appearance without him really even knowing why.
“Well, if you ever need anything-”
“Do you have any poetry recommendations?” Todd blurted out.
A leaf crumpled in his hands.
Keating raised an eyebrow, successfully stopped in his tracks (which Todd supposed was what he’s been trying to do), and Todd suddenly felt the need to explain himself.
“Well, because- I mean…” He cut himself off, tore some more grass from the ground, and tried to regroup. “I was just looking for something new to read.”
Keating smiled, got that sort of twinkle in his eye as he picked up the book he had placed next to him. “Do you know what poem inspired our outing today?”
Todd blinked at him for a moment, processing the question along with his successful topic change. “Um, The Road Not Taken, right?”
“Indeed,” Keating confirmed with a nod, flipping through the thick book in front of him. “Robert Frost. ‘Two roads diverged in the wood and I / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference,’” he quoted as he found the right page and pushed the book towards Todd. “It’s very much in the spirit of carpe diem, wouldn’t you say? Choosing your path in life- even when it seems unpopular or wrong.”
Todd shrugged, silently hoping that this marked the conclusion to Keating’s lesson- a book delivered, a point proven. The words washed right over him anyway; they probably applied to just about everyone but him. “I don’t really choose a lot of paths.” Another fistful of grass was pulled up, blades knotting between Todd’s fingers. “Didn’t even go and join everyone else, just stayed here.” He tried for a laugh, which came out too soft to really have an effect. Todd cleared his throat.
“Oh, bullshit,” Keating said, and Todd was forced to look up at him in surprise. “You can’t avoid choice, Todd. Even if you stand still on that road, even if you set up camp and refuse to move, you have made a choice. Sure, you stayed behind while your classmates wandered about; that was your choice. But don’t think it wasn’t a unique one, and certainly don’t think it lacked value.”
Didn’t it? was all Todd could think. How much value could sitting in the grass while everyone else ran around and explored really have?
‘Mr. Anderson thinks everything inside him is worthless.’
But it wasn’t even that, Todd thought everything he did was worthless too. None of it mattered, none of it could matter, when there were so many people doing anything, everything he did, but so much better. Todd ran his thumb over the corner of the page. “It’s a good poem,” was all he could think to say.
Keating smiled. “It certainly is.” He flipped the corner of the page over into a dog-ear that Todd’s fingers immediately itched to fix, and closed the book over it. “Hopefully, that has just what you need.”
“Yeah. I, uh, I hope so,” he agreed haltingly. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, Mr. Anderson,” Keating said as he stood up. “Now, if I’m not mistaken, I believe you have an assignment to be working on.”
“Oh, right. Um, yes sir.”
With that, Keating walked away, likely to monitor the rest of his class. Todd silently tucked the poetry book under his own paper, carefully filling the page with words about the grass that sat caked underneath his fingernails.
#dead poets society#anderperry#neil perry#todd anderson#writing#fanfiction#duck writes#godddd im tired lol#they used this poem in the movie so it feels like cheating lol#but idc#i actually remember i started writing this#and THEN remembered that scene and it was kinda like#“oh well!”#anyway keating is lovely to write dialogue for#also i feel like he would curse in front of his students#you know?#we all had that teacher we thought was rlly cool in high school that would occasionally say “fuck” right?#that's him
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things abt dps i feel like we dont address enough (photos attached will be shit quality, i took screenshots from yt clips LMAO)
heavily ib @pencileraser1's post abt stuff he noticed n such
the fucking KIDS at welton. the CHILDREN. maybe its just me but i always find myself forgetting that welton isnt a highschool + there are in fact a lot more students than the ones we're focusing on. thats what makes welton so like. evil? to me? they start pushing these kids into a box EARLY.
related, i wouldve LOVED to see how(/if?) keating taught these kids, or rly any other class! he has other classes!!! i think!
ok. of course. neil is a smoker, we've touched on that. but charlie is too?? and he's the one who provides the cigs???? obviously the easy explanation is that he does it to be rebellious and stuff but also Is There Something Else. much to think abt. also wondering where he gets his cigs but thats not rly anything i dont think.
this ones just funny but when mr perry tells the boys they can take a seat and todd simply does not. i KNOW he wasnt sitting before and he needs to unpack and stuff but ITS STILL FUNNY.
"take your seats boys"
"🧍"
also my guilty pleasure is the dps but its todd being anxious video bc man usually crack videos arent my jam but unfortunately i find it so funny
also!!! neil calling his dad sir. obviously its something so glaringly obvious that we dont need to have a discussion abt how theres a disconnect between them. like wow rly thanks mona i didnt know. but come on!!! it makes me sad!!! also they shake hands later in this scene and its the most affectionate/ friendly we see these two get. and its a handshake. and i think what makes it worse is that neil is a SUPER physically affectionate person with his friends. if u watch the movie and pay attention to how often he's touching someone else then ur gonna be like man. he rly was jumping at every opportunity huh.
something about the way neil and the boys act around mr perry makes me view him as more of a drill sargent than anything. everyone immediately stands upon him entering the room. they dont sit until given permission. it rly puts the whole military school thing into perspective but NOT ENOUGH TO SATISFY ME. as much as i hate mr perry, i wanna know what his life was like growing up. this man lived thru the great depression AND wwii, theres stories.
cam's stupid fucking face when keatings behind him larping ghosts. i will never stop talking about how sassy this kid is. the dps redheads go criminally unacknowledged in terms of comedy because OH MY GOD. CAM AND MEEKS WERE SO FUCKING FUNNY??? they both pulled the most dastardly judgemental looks and they make me cackle. a bit earlier in this scene meeks goes full 🙄🤨 on sniffles (tissue kid. i call him sniffles) and it is, without exaggeration, my fav part of the movie.
the fact that i totally thought knox was gonna fall off his bike and eat shit in this scene. it would be so out of place since dps isn't exactly full of physical comedy but GOD i still fully anticipated it. either that or him getting attacked by a bird. theres totally symbolism surrounding birds in this movie btw and idk what to make of it. if any of u lovely ppl have a theory then lmk immediately.
keating so accurately calling cam out being like "is this right is this right. am i walking right." BC YESSS. i will eventually make a fully fledged cam post but to briefly touch on it, i find cam to be very confused on what is right, usually in terms of morals. a whole situation of confusing your personal values with the rules, thinking theyre one in the same, and completely abandoning what u actually believe. unfortunately i think neils death rly amplified that nd is what led him to tattle. cuz cam is still willing to break the rules in the beginning of the movie!! he's outwardly judgemental but he still does it!! much to discuss, i promise i will eventually.
keatings face after todd yawps!!! theres not much to say here he is just so proud!!! sweet little moment!!!! keatpostin!!!!!!!!
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
u guys know im an avid knox hater but this made me giggle. rip knox overstreet u wouldve loved twitch streaming.
THE SPECIFICS OF THIS SHOT. i was gonna make a post a while ago being like "idk i find it funny that the main focus of this shot isnt even one of the poets" and then i realised that WAITTTTTTT THATS THE POINT!!!! keating reached kids besides the poets!!! u didnt have to be in the dead poets society to be affected by the way he taught his classes!!! u just had to be his student!!!!! also i love the fact that the kids who stayed seated r ASHAMED. EMBARRASSED.
the ending shot. oihghgghgg. it was SUCH a choice to set it up this way and honestly i adore peter for making it. this shot is SOOOO UNCOMFORTABLE TO LOOK AT and i love it. when i first watched this i was like "uhm ok interesting choice putting todd between this kids legs but I GET IT. one of the biggest things i remember from the film classes i took is that the way u set up shots is sooo important narratively, and one way to rly push the narrative is the space around a character in a shot. for example! if u have a character on screen surrounded by a TON of negative space then it rly emphasises how alone/ isolated they are. on the other end of the spectrum (the todd spectrum), if you surround a character in a shot with other objects or obstructions, like todd and this kids legs, then it rly emphasises how trapped and confined they are. looking at this makes me feel like. claustrophobic almost, like it's genuinely a bit harder to breathe looking at it. TODD IS STILL TRAPPED IN THAT SCHOOL. YES HE STOOD ON THE DESK AND YES HE NOW HAS THE MOTIVATION TO BE MORE CONFIDENT BC OF NEIL BUT HE! IS STILL! TRAPPED THERE!
more on todd since im on a roll here.
i was also gonna add that we dont rly talk about todd personality wise outside of poetry and anxiety but then i realised, what else is there? we dont really see much about him as a person outside of that, and i think thats the point! todd is constantly overshadowed by his brother, we know that, but i dont think we realise HOW MUCH that ties in with his entire character. quite honestly, outside of poetry and anxiety, ALL we have surrounding todd is his brother and his achievements. and of course! that makes sense! his parents want him to be just like his brother, they dont care about who he is as a person. UGH.
the desk set scene rly is the most insight we'll get into todds actual personality and desires imo, and thats what kills me. he wants a car!!!! get this boy a car!!!!!!!!! we rly see him start to open up before neils death and i wouldve LOVED to get to know todd when he's actually in a place to be himself!! but of course we never got that! sobs.
anywho. thats all i have for now. PLEASE share ur thoughts if u have any pls pls pls. encouraging discussion!! i love love love hearing about the specifics nd stuff, theres soooo much to pick apart abt this movie so i wanna hear everyones thoughts.
#desire mona#media#i wanna drink this movie dude#and smoke it#and inject it into my veins#etc#dead poets society#neil perry#todd anderson#charlie dalton#steven meeks#knox overstreet#richard cameron#john keating#banger
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This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race
There's no following @bigdumbbambieyes but take this humble offering.
The Best You (Never) Had
written for @harringrove-relay-race
Rating: M
Pairing: Steve x Billy with a heavy dose of angst.
I was charmed and instantly driven insane by the absolutely bomb Harringrove playboy bunnies drawn by @adelacreations, and it inspired me to wonder about a trans femme Billy, running into her past at a strip club.
Enjoy the adventures of Bunny Hargrove.
And stay on the look out for what @robthegoodfellow has coming up!
When Billie left Hawkins she hadn’t looked to her future and seen herself working at a strip club. She certainly hadn’t foreseen the possibility of having to serve her high-school bully cheap food and lousy drinks in one once she’d made it back to Cali. But that’s exactly what seems to be in store for her – fuck her life.
Five men occupy the half moon booth and table reserved mostly for bachelor parties and the occasional VIP. Billie’s coworker Amanda has been serving them food and drinks while they enjoy the sets of dancers on stage, but her wait shift is ending and Billie’s prepping to take over – tuning out the other woman as she complains about one of the men grabbing at her ass and being a poor tipper.
It seems impossible, but somehow it’s happening. Steve Harrington is sitting right there, watching Lacey wiggle her ass in red spandex to a Katy Perry song.
It’s been going on fifteen years, but Billie would recognize him anywhere. Same slouch to the shoulders and dreamy eyed stare – neither Lacey’s wild gyrations nor the conversation of the group he’s with enough to hold his full attention. Same stupid hair, although he’s changed the shape since high school. Now it’s held securely to one side by too much gel, and she just wants to break it up with her fingers. His laugh still doesn’t reach his eyes, and it probably says a lot about Billie, that some part of her is relieved to see that.
Her rent might be too high, her boss might be a creep, and her ex is still full of shit, but Steve Harrington is still hanging around with guys like Tommy and faking a smile, so it balances the scales.
He’s still gorgeous too, fuck him. Billie swallows and forces herself to look away, and not run away like the frantic beating of her heart suggests that she should. She’s got nothing to hide, and she’s not ashamed.
There’s no reason at all she shouldn’t saunter right over to the table with the bachelor party Amanda was gracious enough to split with her (knowing all about her rent worries) and flirt her way to another month of financial security; except for the fact that even in this day and age, certain people still get funny about people like her and Billie knows these guys.
Or rather, they knew her before – before she got out of Neil’s house, before freedom, before Billie.
There’s no reason at all she shouldn’t go over there and take that table full of drunk losers, eager to blow their cash on the club's cheap booze and dancing girls, for all that they’re worth. Nothing besides fear.
Fuck that.
The group is laughing loudly about something as Billie saunters up, one last swarm of butterflies taking flight in her belly as Hagen turns his neck to squint blearily at her.
God, that stupid smirk hasn’t changed a bit – wide and dopey like the dog he is, and mean in the eyes. Those beetle browns look her over just like they did on her first day in Hawkins, assessing for strengths and weaknesses to exploit; and for a moment she remembers the terror of being under that gaze and all the others like it. The fear of being caught out consuming her, choking her, day after day.
Sorry kid. Billie thinks to herself with a sway of her hips, right before parking herself up against the arm of the leather couch, warm skin brushing the sleeve on Tommy’s shoulder. The way that his lips part unconsciously as he gawks at her doesn’t make up for the past, but it still feels damn good. She’s a bad bitch and she knows it. Knew it back then but now she can show it and will kick ass if Tommy or any of his buddies decide they have a problem with it.
But it’s not recognition of any kind on any of their faces, it’s lust. They leer at the shiny shorts that hug her thighs and the plunging neckline of her tiny top – her employer's idea of a uniform. Whatever vindication she feels on behalf of her pitiful high school self, she doesn’t actually care anymore what Tommy and the clones think.
Billie finds her eyes going to Steve like they’re magnetized.
She shouldn’t care what Harrington thinks either, and yet, there’s a stupid flutter in her chest (damn it) when Steve looks her over, eyes lingering just a hair too long on her chest to be anything other than interested, before he meets her eye.
“Hey beautiful.” He leans forward a little, totally present now like he wasn’t before dripping charm he obviously learned in some board room working for daddy. And yet, there’s still some part of Billie that expects to wake up in bed back in the house on Cherry Street.
“What’s your name?” Steve Harrington is definitely asking, her, like it’s just a pre-courser to getting her naked, and Billie shivers. Fuck is she doing this?
“Hi Bambi, I’m Bunny.” She teases. Sees the line in the sand and walks right over it. Tommy howls like some chick likening his buddy to a baby deer is the most hilarious shit, and it sets the others off, oohing and ahhing and generally acting like fools as they rib Harrington.
But Steve ignores them, and the way he jolts a little when he hears that name, eyes narrowing on her in wary confusion, goes straight to her clit. Shit. One of these days her hard on for danger is gonna get her killed. But today it’s got her heart thumping and her pussy dripping as she clenches around nothing, like he’s already sliding inside where she obviously still wants him. She needs better taste in men. She’s sure her mama would have said she gets her poor taste from her if she’d stuck around long enough while Billie was growing up.
“I’m a sucker for big pretty brown eyes.” She winks at him, sugar sweet and he seems to settle a little. “Can I get you another round of drinks, or are you in the mood for something better?”
“Bunny.” He ignores the question to turn her show name over on his tongue, slow and curious like he’s tasting it. “Are you on tonight?” He asks, gaze twitching toward the stage and back.
“You calling me a stripper Bambi?”
“It is a strip club, and with a name like Bunny.”
Billie laughs and Steve’s mouth slides into a satisfied smirk, like that was always the end goal. Tommy rolls his eyes and pouts like an overgrown toddler, “Didn’t you date a chick named Trixie?”
“Yeah. So?” Steve drawls in reply, his focus momentarily shifting from Billie and back to Tommy, which if Billie’s memory serves, is exactly how Tommy likes it.
This is a bad idea. Such a bad idea. God, Hagen really hasn’t changed, but neither has Steve. Those dry little dig and the arch of his eyebrows are so familiar she feels a strange sort of relief. Like there was something inside her that had been counting down since the last time she saw him, afraid that he’d change and become lost to memory.
Fuck. That sounds – it’s not, what it sounds.
“So, you can’t tell a stripper by their name is all I’m saying.”
“Dude, are you serious? I met Trixie because you paid for her to show up at my apartment dressed like a police officer and give me a lap dance on my birthday.”
Now there’s an idea, Billie thinks as Tommy, remembering the incident, smiles sheepishly.
“I’m not dancing tonight, no.” Billie finally answers his question, pulling Steve’s attention back and a shiver goes down her spine when his eyes snap to her. “But I wouldn’t say no to tying you up and having my way with you, Pretty Boy.”
She doesn’t have to wonder if Steve remembers her the way she remembers him. If the words Billie had said and the insults, she’d flung had burrowed under his skin to live with him the same way Billie lives with his.
Steve flinches, his eyes narrowing sharply on her, and it’s barely perceptible but she catches it before he’s being nudged at and jostled from both sides by his buddies as they hoot and holler about how he’s been chosen.
He never stops looking at her.
The only one who doesn’t seem absolutely thrilled for him to get picked up by some babe in a seedy strip club in Santa Monica is Tommy, who grumbles something about the attention being wasted on Steve.
For the first time Billie wonders if he might be the bachelor about to get hitched – and she’s the one to flinch this time, as her eyes dart down to his hand. The ring finger is empty, which doesn’t really prove anything, but the pale strip of skin she finds there tells its own story.
Divorced? Long engagement? Married already perhaps and out to prove the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? Fuck she hopes it’s not the last one. Not because it would change anything for her. Maybe it would, if she were a nicer person, but she’s not the married one, and if she started splitting hairs about fooling around with married men her tip jar would be a whole lot emptier each month.
No. She just plain doesn’t want him to be attached. The thought makes her chest twist up inside and the bottom of her stomach feel like it’s going to fall right out her ass – the same fucked up emotional constipation she’d felt watching him run through the female population of Hawkins High like he was trying to make them all forget they’d watched Nancy Wheeler take his balls and then make an absolute fool of him.
“Thanks for the offer, Bunny -” Steve starts, and she can hear the butt coming as clear as the others can if the sudden swell of groans is anything to go by.
“Harrington! Come on man.”
“Boo!”
“See what I mean? That’s a fucking ten right there, and you’re going to blow it over some bitch who doesn’t even want you?!” Screeches Tommy.
Bingo. Thank you, Tommy, with the big mouth. So, it’s divorced. Separated but still holding on to the past – just like old times.
It makes her smile a little mean as she leans toward him, holding his gaze, purrs - “You scared, Bambi? Worried I might break you?”
Steve clamps his mouth shut. His eyes blaze at her and her throat goes dry.
“Oh ho! Careful now darlin, our Stevie boys got a pretty big ego. You might not want to poke that bull if you’re not ready for the ride.” One of the bros says with the kind of glint in his eye that says he lives for ‘big egos’ putting little women like her into place. Fucking prick.
Steve seems to think so too because he mutters, “Shuttup Andy” as he reaches in his pocket for his wallet.
“How much?” he asks her, sounding bored. It’s bullshit. Billie licks her lip in triumph.
“Fifty for a lap dance here at the table, fifty more if you want to see some tit.”
“How much for a private show?”
Her breath hitches, her stomach tightening in her eagerness, but somehow, she keeps the breath out of her tone as she replies.
“Depends on what you want to see.” She answers, and without so much as a pause Harrington smiles – challenges.
“Everything.”
Fuck. She’s doing this.
She’s not delusional enough to think that fucking him is going to heal her inner child or whatever, and while she firmly believes she doesn’t owe every one night stand a complete rundown of her medical history, she’s fully aware of how this is different – of what the upstanding thing to do would be.
But then Billie remembers the way Steve had started pushing back after their fight that strange night at the Byers house; the way he’d swooped in and pulled the rug out from under her – reclaiming his spot as top dog, just by existing. No begging. No apologies. He just opened the doors to that mansion he lived in and rang the bell, and Tommy and the rest had come looking for supper.
She remembers the cruel things he said to her as he flaunted his big house and fancy car, rubbing in how quickly it was over once he made it a real contest; because however shiny and new Billie had been to those kids, she was still just trash under it all. Angry white trash going nowhere fast, while Steve was Mr. Somebody. Once he’d pulled his head out of Wheeler’s ass and remembered it, he’d made turning the school against Billie his new focus.
Pushed further and further to the fringes, Billie’s only choice to keep the jackals at bay had been to fight them off until people got the message and started avoiding her altogether.
She’s not claiming victim. She knows damn well who started the fight – that it was her own demons that drove her to lash out and try and prove her dominance over him – and that after that night at the Byers, Steve had especially no reason to take mercy on her.
But just because she’d asked for the fight doesn’t mean taking a beating hadn’t nearly pushed her to the edge.
Billie swallows back the taste of bitterness in her mouth, from the memory of being alone, broken and desperate, aching to be near someone who loathed her and yearning for the looks he gave so easily to other girls.
Except now he is – King Steve – looking at Billie Hargrove like he wants her. Like he’d empty out his wallet and spend all of that nepo baby salary just for the chance to get at her; and like hell is she going to turn it away. Revenge couldn’t get sweeter than this. The only thing that could make it better is if he knew. It’s me on your mind. Me you can’t ignore. Me you can’t walk away from.
But it’s just a fantasy. The reality him recognizing her now or later has her swinging from vicious jubilation toward mind numbing panic on a dime.
Regardless - Steve Harrington stands up, ignoring the cheers of his drunk friends, eyes locked with hers – and Billie Hargrove makes her own choices.
Billie is going to ride Steve until he sees God, hollowed be her name. Because she wants him (still) and he finally wants her. Just for once. That’s all she needs.
She can worry about the aftermath after.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things#harringrove relay race#trans femme Billy Hargrove#Billie Hargrove is a bad bitch and she makes no apologies#nor should she#Also love that her working name is Bunny#Bunny x Bambi forever lol
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Dead Poets Society and what their favorite 80s movies would be pt. 2
including my reasons for why :))
Neil Perry / Weekend at Bernie’s
I strongly believe that Neil would watch this movie and picture it as him and Charlie and never stop laughing.
Todd Anderson / E.T.
I know what you’re saying, another movie about a random creature but they are all just so Todd coded. He could relate to being in an unknown place too.
Charlie Dalton / Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
A movie about a guy who’s popular and kind of skipping class. Sign Charlie the fuck up
Knox Overstreet / Say Anything
Knox too would stand out of a girls window with a boombox above his head playing her favorite song
Richard Cameron / Heathers
He would pretend to hate Heather Chandler but she’d actually be his favorite character
Steven Meeks / Little Shop of Horrors
you cannot convince me that Meeks doesn’t love musicals. on top of the fact it’s about plants that come to life, he’s overjoyed
Gerard Pitts / Revenge of The Nerds
a movie about nerdy guys who are sarcastic and and do what they want, he’s all about it
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Pt. 10 of Dead Poets Society Headcanons
Their Childhood
Suggested by @angstyteenpoems
Neil
Neil’s parents never cared much for Neil, if anything his parents viewed him more as a nuisance
His dad was emotionally unavailable and his mom wasn’t much better
He read a lot of books and played with toys to entertain himself
But his dad made him stop early on, saying playing was childish (no shit, he was child)
His mom always made sure he dressed nicely, especially for church on Sunday, every Sunday
Todd
Everything Todd owned was hand-me-downs from Jeff. He didn’t mind. He was pretty convinced if he didn’t get hand-me-downs, he wouldn’t have gotten anything
Even as a child, Todd knew his parents preferred Jeff
Because of this, Todd and Jeff’s relationship is essentially non-existent
Jeff feels sort of bad about it, but he’s not sure what to do about it
Often, Todd was left alone at home, even while young, because his parents would take Jeff somewhere and just, forget about Todd
Charlie
Charlie got anything he wanted from his parents
He knew what to say to get what he wanted
His mom always made sure his clothes were placed on his bed in the morning before school (before Welton, of course)
When Charlie moved to Welton, he was going to miss his mom, and all the things she did
She would bake cookies and let Charlie help her sometimes (hence love of baking from a previous part)
His dad was a workaholic, and was never around much
When he was home, he was usually complaining about work
Charlie has a sister, and they’re quite close
They send each other letters when Charlie’s at Welton, and hang out together when he’s home for summer and sometimes Christmas
Knox
Knox had a pretty good childhood
He wasn’t put into Welton until around the end of middle school, so he was home for a while
He had friends and stayed up late and had sleepovers
His mom loved him and made him tasty homemade suppers
His dad was busy a lot because he was a lawyer
He’d often come home angry, his mom would give his dad a few drinks and then he’d calm down
Knox didn’t know things between his mom and dad were bad, he didn’t see the bruises on his mom and she never told him about them
One of the reasons he ended up going to Welton was because his parents didn’t want him witnessing their fights
Meeks
Meeks was a nerdy kid, he didn’t have many friends until Welton
He spent recesses inside (if he was lucky), reading a book
He’d finish assignments quickly and read while he waited
Both his parents worked, which was uncommon for Vermont in the 50s, but that was how they afforded Welton
Meeks’ dad had high expectations for him
Expected Meeks to be better than he was, but was never as bad as some of the others dads (*cough cough* Mr Perry)
Meeks’ mom wasn’t home much, but when she was, she loved Meeks and took care of him
Pitts
Pitts has siblings
He never talks about them because he doesn’t know them very well
They’re several years younger than him, having not been born until after he came to Welton
His parents pay more attention to his siblings, which he understands, they’re young, but still
When he was home his parents didn’t care much about him
He mostly took care of himself
Making himself lunches and suppers when his parents were home late
He’d tuck himself in and then later wake up when his parents would loudly come home, not realizing he was asleep
Cameron
Cameron was a teachers pet
He didn’t mean to be, he just didn’t get along with kids his own age for a long time
He’d come home from school and read books, then wait until his mom made dinner and then eat. Then he’d go back to his books
His mom was big into gardening and would often talk to him about it
So, although he’d never tell the Poets, he has a green thumb and quite likes gardening and knows a lot about flowers
His dad wasn’t home much. But he wasn’t a workaholic like the other dads, he had to work a lot to make money for Cameron to go to Welton
Which is why he tried so hard not to fuck up his time there
(I think I just have all the Poets daddy issues?)
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TW for this post, talking about suicide in Dead Poets Society
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For anyone else who has read books like “All The Bright Places”, “The Perks Of Being A Wallflower”, “The Virgin Suicides” or “If We Were Villaind”, then you probably know the theme/debate of who suffered more from the suicide, the victim of it, or the people left behind and I kinda want to explore that in Dead Poets Society.
Neil is clearly out leading man, you’ve gotta love him, he’s one of those characters that everyone wishes to know in real life, full of passion and promise and humour. Neil connects with the audience by feeling real, by making mistakes and getting into trouble and having very real problems. The movie focuses on him and the other poets for around 1hour 30min.
I remember the first time I watched it, when Neil shot himself I thought that would be the curtain call, THE END, no more story to tell- so I was shocked and mildly comforted by the fact that there was another 30min of everyone’s lives after the fact. I think this fact is what springs to mind the debate I’ve seen a lot before of “who suffered more” but I’ve never seen the argument happen over a piece of media that has real substance and meat on its bones to lend to the debate.
I’ll explore all of my previous examples to show my point:
“All The Bright Places” - the first sort of “fandom” I’ve seen think about this. The book follows Violet and Finch, both suicidal, one lives, one dies. This story, unlike Dead Poets Society, essentially ends after the death of Finch. There is maybe five minutes of reading dedicated to Violet’s reaction to the funeral, but not much else.
“The Perks Of Being A Wallflower” - This example will be slightly different from the others. Charlie’s previous best friend did kill himself, but it’s neither the focus nor mentioned very much in the novel. The book does follow Charlie’s suicidal ideation, loneliness, and sexual assault, and a large part of what we see in the novel is the people around Charlie reacting to Charlie’s pain. This book had the best debate on the matter (I think anyways) but Charlie is very much alive, he is able to heal.
“The Virgin Suicides” - Honestly, not a good example because do the times it was written in and it’s attitude towards mental health (or rather, the characters attitudes) but it felt necessary to mention. The book shows very little sympathy for the girls milking themselves, it’s always stated very monotonously what they do to themselves and how it ends with a big emphasis on the parents and neighbours etc left behind. Given the time and attitudes, however, it’s seen as a sort of curse, so the idea isn’t exactly explored well.
“If We Were Villains” - Most of the book is spent in flashback, with the end revealing that to Oliver that James committed suicide, it’s basically a very large nostalgia trip with a fun little ribbon of heartbreak at the end that doesn’t get the chance to be truly explored.
You may notice here that most of the suicides, or metaphors for death of oneself, happen at the end of the novels, it isn’t a main focus and is usually followed by THE END.
DPS has no problem exploring consequences and actively mentions consequences throughout the novel and movie, of how A will lead to B.
I don’t really know where I land with DPS and the “who suffered more?” debate. It’s hard to measure pain or sadness, they all suffer for what happens to Neil, they all grieve it, too. DPS has the most substance to talk about, but it feels almost inappropriate too. Yes, Neil was the one lose his life, his future, his love and his passion, his story was cut short (I FUCKING HATE MR PERRY) so, of course, I’m compelled to say Neil suffered most, because frankly, he did. But there’s also the aspect of “those who were left behind”, it seems Todd and Charlie feel almost a bit of betrayal towards losing Neil, and the others become subdued and lost with grief, you can feel that there is no warmth anymore. There’s also Mr Keating, who sobs over the society verse book, who probably feels some responsibility even though it was Neil who mislead him.
Everyone’s lives are changed, main by Mr Fucking Wise Guy Perry.
It can be considered an inappropriate debate to have, but it’s also morbidly interesting. Neil’s life ends, but the others are changed forever, and since you can’t measure suffering by a true meter, it’s hard to say who hurt more, not that it’s something that should be debated with vigour anyways.
I know I probably left a lot of important relationship stuff out. Would love to hear other thoughts on this, also this is just my opinion! Completely fine to disagree:)
#dead poets fandom#dead poets society#todd anderson#neil perry#anderperry#the dead poets society#gerard pitts#richard cameron#dps#steven meeks#knox overstreet#charlie dalton#mr perry hate club#mr keating#dps boys#dps headcanons#personal vent
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dead poets society but its just todd trying to look vaguely polite to the in laws
like im all for neil cutting off his family
but also the image of todd having to deal with an annoying mr perry is so fucking funny
like ig mr perry would be more annoying than a heartless little bitch for it to be actually funny but still
like the perrys showing up and todd politely letting them in and then saying he has to make a call and calling neil like “babe what the fuck why are your parents here ??? its 2 pm and i was in my pajamas waiting for you to come home so we could cuddle ??? but its your parents ??? and now theyre judging me ???”
yeah ok
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Small Neil Perry Rant from Dead Poets Society (SPOILERS AHEAD)
Okay before I continue this I must reiterate the fact that this has spoilers and will also involve heavy subjects such as suicide, death, and grief of said death. This also involves parental issues and possible alluded-to abuse. This will be a heavy rant.
Continue reading if you're fine with said subjects.
Okay I have to say I don't understand what one of my other friends (I'll call them Friend C, Friend A being the one who said positive things, but I'll get to that) said about not getting/understanding what the end of the movie was like.
I understand that it would come as a shock for most, but... The signs were right there for Neil Perry to have at least some implied depression or something to make him so affected.
Like you see it in the first scene. Or well not the first scene but one of the first interactions that Neil has with his dad.
Most kids call their parents by "Dad" or "mom" or even "Pa" and "Ma", but you see Neil calling him "Father." Not even something less formal, he calls him father. All the time. Even whenever you see him talk to Todd later on when he finds interest in theater, you hear him call his dad by father.
Also adding onto this---You see most of the other characters, such as Meeks or as Knox say "dad" or "mom" if I recall correctly. It's been a few hours since I've seen the movie but you get what I mean.
Also, adding onto the fact that Neil outright lies to Mr. Keating about his talk with his dad? Like you know that there must've been something that made him that afraid to talk to his dad about wanting to become an actor.
Not only that but you see it. Especially so whenever his dad comes and picks him up after the show, takes him home, and tells him he's going to be sent off to Military school. That shit's NOT easy, and that's coming from someone who's had military family members confess how rough it is.
Adding onto this, you HAVE to understand the fact that you have to be in that kid's shoes and imagine what it must feel like.
You're about to lose all your friends. About to lose the one thing that made you happy. About to lose the one teacher you liked, about to basically lose everything. He's also aware of the fact that when he graduates, he's immediately being shipped off to medical school.
Which, by the way, I think everyone forgets that fact. His father was that engrossed with his own life that he was going to just send his son off to medical school as soon as he finished Welton. Like he genuinely had no say about his future or his life. I'm pretty sure if his father could, he would've found him a woman to marry. /lh
Anyway. You kinda also feel like there's no other hope left, right? Basically left alone and even if you try to cut contact, you're probably still going to have constant reminders of your father and he'll probably hunt you down, either way.
So of course your last option would probably be, as morbid as it is, to. You know. Stop the clock early.
Also, can I just say, the way everyone coped with everything is so understandable? Like oh my god.
Sure you don't see much of how they react or how they feel, mostly just seeing Todd and Charlie's reactions, but my god that's enough to see to know.
Todd's utterly broken self and puking into the snow in response to everything, while all the others have to try and distract him from blaming Neil's dad. (Which honestly, if I was one of them, I too would accuse Neil's dad to be honest)
Not only that but Charlie telling them all to back off and to stop to let Todd grieve in his own way?? My god. That shit fucking felt like a bag of bricks hitting my chest my GOD.
Also I'm bringing up my mutual Wildernezz's rant in here about the scene with the punching because oh my god. Yeah. I see why it's so underrated but I agree with every single one of those points he made. Like oh my god
Also, personal opinion: The ending where Keating goes to leave and Todd stands up, with an outburst, going "They made us sign it I'm so sorry-" was so amazingly shot. Especially the scene where they also all stand on their desks. Well not all of them but you get what I mean
Like they all clearly care so very deeply for Mr. Keating and care about how he teaches. They loved him as a teacher and you can tell with how they act.
Like.... You can just tell they adored it with his class. Like
My mind's dying (/dram) right now but I still so very much am in love with this movie and I heard they had a book they made based on this said movie and I'm so interested in reading it so I'll get back to you on that
#tw suicide#tw death#tw implied abuse#character analysis#rant#rambles#dead poets society#dead poets fandom#implied depression#mentions of puking#neil perry#todd anderson#steven meeks#knox overstreet#john keating#charlie dalton
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dating neil perry <3 (latine version)
warning(s): none:)
pair: neil perry x gn!reader
one shot or hc: hc
note: i got the idea from this post, so thank you so much!! im mexican so it might seem like i mention mexican culture more like music and food (its what i know!), but i do try my best to be inclusive since latin america has such rich history. this is me trying to write within the time period of the 50s/60s <3. let me know if you wish a more modern version, enjoy!
-neil is a love at first sight kind of guy, he literally saw you laughing all giggly and couldn't stop smiling himself
-your friends teased you by singing piel canela by los panchos, "me importas tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú~"
-and as you kept laughing, all red, neil finally got the courage from his friends even though his heart was all smushed by your angelic smile
-when he was finally determined to ask you on a date, that man was calm, cool, and collected which made you even more nervous as he approached your friends and you
-he'd give you those puppy dog eyes and you'd immediately melt before a word is even said
-once neil asks you out, it seems a crowd cheers somewhere beyond and neil can only chuckle sheepishly at his friends' reactions
-you guys begin dating and neil finds your culture fascinating! (in a good way lol)
-he'd want to know all the holidays, celebrate with you, to hell with his dad and his rules (he loves you too much <3)
-when he experienced latin music for the first time he would never go back
-he'd buy so many vinyls from different genres and constantly ask you to slow dance in the living room like the love birds you two are
-neil is the type to slowly get into the groove of things to dance cumbia, bachata, salsa
-oh but he will learn and surprise your whole family! it makes you kinda jealous when your primos are there watching him
-but he reminds them of you by giving you a kiss
-you'd hum some songs and be very surprised when he comes along singing the lyrics (maybe not perfect, but it’s so cute)
-it made you realize just how much he is trying to understand you who are, your language, which is so important to you
-you call him 'mi amor' (my love) and he would always ask what that means but you didn't want to say
-it basically means you love him and that was scary
-but imagine him singing cien años by pedro infante? it'd be the first time you'd say 'i love you'
-he alternatively says i love you and te amo because he loves you sooooo! much
-you'd giggle and say "yo tambien te amo, mi amor"
-he would always have cute nicknames like 'my darling' or 'my angel' but then he started using 'cariño'
-only when you two were alone because he was afraid his pronunciation wasn't too well
-you have no idea who he learned it from, but it made you tear up the first time you heard it from him
-his favorite part about being with you is the food, like at one point he'd just be like 'fuck it!' and make tamales with all the women
-his favorite desert is arroz con leche because i said so!
-he can’t handle spicy food, im sorry yall but i have to be accurate, the white genes </3
-curse words/phrases in spanish? he would know them all because your primos would tell him to say [x] and he'd do it without question lmaoo
-obviously you would not stop it because its kinda hilarious, but you would eventually inform him on what the words/phrases mean
-overall he'd get along with your family like they might call him 'guerrito' but he wouldn't mind
-neil would be surprised by the amount of spanish covers from english songs and vice versa, but it really opened his eyes to a new world
-he loves you, your culture, language, food, music, and everything else that comes with it
-sure, sometimes he doesn't understand what you're saying but he makes sure to study real hard and eventually become fluent in spanish
-his favorite part is when you sing to him (or listening to a song), something soft like cielito lindo :( and you watch him fall asleep as you stroke his hair
-neil perry is the best boyfriend fr <3
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what kind of 'body mods' would the dead poets have
neil perry
his right ear pierced. for obvious reasons
a fine lineart sun tattoo (matching with todd's moon <3).
would have some meme-y matching tattoo with charlie. plus at least two stick 'n pokes
maybe a semicolon tattoo as well ?
todd anderson
my boy with a gold nose ring :).
maybe right ear pierced too idk
at least two professionally done, fine lineart pieces. one of them is a moon to match neil's sun :).
also a stick 'n poke tattoo made by meeks of smth kinda dumb, or like a smiley face, just to let meeks practice
knox overstreet
lots and lots of small, stupid stick 'n pokes, most of which he gets while drunk. :)
charlie dalton
pierced ears but rarely bothers to put any earrings on. bridge/tongue piercing combo ;)
a bunch of impulsively done tattoos/stick 'n' pokes,, just very random, joke-y stuff.
also at least three professionally done, medium pieces bc he's fancy
gerard pitts
some kind of ear piercings other than the standard lobe. maybe industrial or helix
the only poet that i imagine would have multi-colored, vibrant tattoos.
def some kind of a joke/pun tattoo like bees knees
steven meeks
listen i like thinking about him having his cheeks pierced.. he would never actually do that, but a boy can dream
a bunch of stick n' pokes (done most of them himself).
also one of those inner lip tattoos saying something wildly out of character for him like 'fuck off' or 'dick'/'cock' and never actually tell anyone.
^once the poets do find out they have a collective, thirty-minutes-long freak out
richard cameron
pierced ears. would only wear studs though
would get one of those chemistry tattoos, like of dopamine or serotonin or something
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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. the black phone
the black phone characters as things I've said in text messages, plus my personal headcanons about stuff I guess they would do.
Paperboy. (Billy)
(if you know who their user is, this headcanon will be more understandable) I feel that paperboy is the one with the most patient character, but at the same time when you get to know him, he becomes passive-aggressive. SASSY BOY.
Also, reading a hc about him, the curse word he would say the most is "fuck" since he was five years old and said it since when he had certain accidents; that's why I think he wouldn't be a person who curses at first sight, but when he loses his temper, he is completely different. Now speaking in an alternate version of the story and imagining that they are still alive, I feel that the rest of the guys are the ones who choose Billy to strike up a conversation with the adults every time he has to save their asses from getting in trouble (this because I feel that paperboy chooses the words more carefully, and I get the impression that he is the most, as I said, he has generous patience), besides being the one who is the most known among the neighbourhood for his work.
Do not tell me to calm down, I´M CLEARLY PERFECTLY CALM!!
Finney.
I think Finney is the most laid-back of the bunch. I really feel like his character reminds me of Todd Anderson from The Dead Poets Society.
He's probably the one who tries and refuses to join in causing chaos with the others, but he joins them anyway (it takes a bit of convincing, but Robin is the one who convinces him in the end and if Gwen is on Robin's side, I think Finney ends up reluctantly agreeing and once in a while reminds them that it's wrong but stays quiet and appreciates the bonding more than anything).
Side effects of an introvert when socializing. (this text mostly reminds me of the last scene when Finney returns to his classes after everything that happened).
Robin.
As with Finney, Robin reminds me a lot of this type of character like Neil Perry (The Dead Poets Society), mostly because of the type of friendship he establishes or is seen to have had with Finney (plus I'm personally anderperry shipper).
This guy is definitely the one who starts the trouble (with Vance's help) and is the one who has the best ideas, along with Bruce, to make the pranks. Along with Gwen's help, he convinces Finney.
Finney would say something like: (this is from an incorrect quote generator).
Finney: Look, robin, if you get us out of this, I promise I won't hate you.
Finney: I will just dislike you a reasonable amount.
es broma pero si no quieres no es broma.
(translation: I'm kidding but if you don't want to, it's not a joke.)
SABES QUE ES DE BROMA, LPM. (translation: you know I'm kidding, ffs)
Gwen.
I have a feeling that out of everyone, Gwen along with Donna is the mom of the group (not to the extreme level of caution, like her brother). Because likewise when they set in motion the plan for the pranks they will pull, she is the one they use as the angel of the group, either to convince (manipulate) the adults while the others pull the pranks and she keeps them safe. Of course, at the end of covering for them, she would ask them for candy or some favor of doing her chores for agreeing to help them.
Regarding convincing her brother, I don't feel she would be the typical younger sister threatening to say something to her father, but since she knows of his crush on Donna, Gwen and Robin would (probably) use this against him. And Finney Boy eventually agreed to it.
um- there are basic priorities :D
If there is a god, he will be the one who will have to ask me for mercy.
Bruce.
As I stated in Robin's hc. This guy would help Robin plan the strategies for the pranks, helping to persuade and bring the others together to get everyone on the same page. Knowing or taking more into account everyone's personalities and using that information to his advantage to bring them all together. Even Vance.
I think Bruce is like the casanovas of the group, and a Remus Lupin-style character from All the Young Dudes, I also think he would be the one who brings order to everyone when Paperboy is not around or doesn't have his help at those times.
shoOt, nvm I can date myself anyway :,)
Vance.
With Vance, I think he is the first to accept but the last to want and have to get involved with the others, i.e. Bruce would be the one to persuade him to join them, and as he knows he will refuse even if he has not even approached, therefore he would not give him a chance to talk either, (and so this also leads me to think that Finney is easier to convince than Vance himself).
But at the same time, if Bruce tells Vance that there will be a consequence for people he detests, or even someone he wants to bother and had planned to mess with, that's what I think leads him to accept. So once he accepts, it would be better not to back out, because that might change this guy's mind the first time around.
me and my anger issues when:
Griffin.
I think Griffin is the kid that others want to protect. While also respecting the fact that he can stand up for himself and speak up for himself. Also, I think this kid would join them, and even though I may think his character looks more reserved, eventually they would form a group, and with this helping them in making the pranks, he would feel part of this group and little by little he would open up and let the others get to know Griffin. And I like to think that every time a prank turns out well he turns to Robin, Billy or Bruce for a "high five" with their giggles in the background as they run away to avoid getting caught (And a ruffle in Griffin's hair).
*survival mode on*
damn, ig, perhaps we´re just lucky
Donna.
Donna seems to me to be one of those people who, at first, when you meet them, is quiet and, as you get to know them, they are quite outgoing. She would also get along great with Gwen and could be like a big sister to Gwen. Donna, I think, is a character who could be interested in knowledge beyond what education dictates to you in books, and of course, she wouldn't let them mess with her or the people she cares about. But I also think that helping to play pranks on the kids would be like being willing to help them, but also taking a scolding from the consequences, and Finney would always agree with her like, "See, I told you so."
Then Donna would be the one who, along with Gwen, would unleash a prank war between them against Finney and Robin when the others were not present.
Later they would all join in a prank war with each other.
If you make a protest against the government, count me in. ;)
#headcanon#the black phone#incorrect quotes#billy showalter#vance hopper#robin arellano#bruce yamada#griffin#gwen blake#finney blake#donna the black phone#writing#the black phone headcanons
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my goal this fall is to finally master the dark academia aesthetic but like without sending myself into a pit of depression. or getting addicted to nicotine. don’t worry i’m 22 if i was gonna get a nicotine addiction it would have happened in high school. what i mean is that i’m gonna be wearing some fucking Outfits this fall. however unlike fall semester freshman year i won’t get the Neil Perry Haircut or think about killing myself all the time or dabble in transgenderism. don’t worry about any of that you don’t need to know what my life was like that fall. anyway i bought another skirt today. i need to get better tights now. and cooler earrings. and maybe those socks with like a ruffle at the top cuz that’s really cute with doc martens. what was i saying. oh yeah people are gonna wish they had outfits as good as mine this fall. i also am going to get better at the art of the mirror selfie so i can document my little outfits. and also i’m going to go to the movies more. not too much of course there are simply not enough good movies coming out. but i do actually still want to see a haunting in venice idc if it’s sorta bad that won’t bother me. i’d like to see my buddy mark map of tiny perfect things do a little murder mystery what’s so wrong with that. oh yeah. this post brought to you by the fact i just painted my nails dark red and now i think i’m some kind of tortured heretic genius who can like play piano or embroider or do some other movie hobby that involves fingers. in reality i’m reading a children’s book on my couch wearing a vacation bible school t shirt from 2015 though. oh well. back to my book i guess
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moon moon moon hello i am opening ao3 for the first time in WEEKS and its because ive come to know you have written an anderperry fic. jaw dropped when i found out because WHAT!!!!!!!! one of my favorite writers n one of my favorite pairings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dps was literally my entire personality at one point and im STILL insane about this film
anyways im here to give u my thoughts as i read because i will be insane about this for the rest of my life. moon anderperry fic moon anderperry fic moon anderperry fic i will never be okay ever again
WYM TODD CAN JUST /FEEL/ SOMETHING IS WRONG. FUCK THIS FUCK FUCK FUCK THE FEAR THE AGONY THE FEELINGS I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW
Neil shakes his head. “Don’t you get it, Todd?” He sounds too calm, too resigned, and Todd hates it, he decides, he never wants to see Neil so complicit with something so terrible ever again. “There’s no fighting it. There’s no good way out of this.” He shrugs again. “I’m trapped.”
fuckkk its like his dad killed his spirit sucked the life out of him broke him or something i cannot fucking do this anymore. AND TODD IS PROTESTING!!!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE WHAT HAPPENED TO NEIL WHAT HAPPENED TO SEIZE THE DAY AND ITS SO HARD TO SEE NEIL MAKE PEACE WITH HIS PASSION TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM. im :( might just pull a neil perry at the end of dead poets society (1989) if u get what im saying
He takes a leap of bravery. He reaches out and rests a hand on Neil’s elbow. He takes a step forward, brings up another hand, and Neil collapses into him, all six feet of him falling onto Todd, who doesn’t stumble when he holds him up.
Sorry, he wants to say, even if it’s not his fault, even if he had tried to warn Neil, so many weeks ago, sorry, sorry, sorry.
He presses a hand a little more firmly into Neil’s back when his shoulders shake, and his body is cold, and some reckless part of Todd wants to strip off his jacket and throw it over Neil, usher him inside and make him tea like Todd’s mother would do, when he was still a child and not quite Todd.
HOW DO YOU WRITE THE WAY YOU WRITE IM GOING FUCKING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! watch me sob over when he was still a child and not quite todd what the fuckkkk
AND FOR A SECOND IT FEELS LIKE IT COULD BE. im never recovering im never ever getting over this fic ever this was so :( sorry for the long ask i lost my mind the second i found out u wrote an anderperry fic (and perhaps inspired me to get back to writing dps again)
ivy ronanticized hello !!!! omg im Honored my little dps fic was enough for u to open up ao3 again 😭 i really just wrote it on a whim since tragedies have never settled Peacefully in me
one of ur favorite writers 😭 thank u so much omg i Did write . another anderperry fic which . i hope u like BUTDONT FEEL LIKE U HAVE TO DO ANOTHER ONE OF THESE i just wanted to let u know since . u seemed to enjoy this one LOL
stop im fully falling apart rn ivy i need u to Calm Down before i explode from flattery fr !!!!!
todd can feel something is wrong ... it's the soulmateism 😕
FUCK MR PERRY !!!!!! ALL MY HOMIES HATEEEE MR PERRY FR u know what . i Completely get neil and im glad i could get his defeatedness across 🫡 and todd protesting bc he cannot bear to see him like that . You Get It
might pull a neil perry 😭 ivy NO
HEELPHP 😭 THANK U FOR LIKING IT it means Everything to me .
and for a second it feels like it could be !!!!!!!
never apolgoize Ever again for long asks ok they are very much treasured !!!! im so so so happy u enjoyed it and very very honored that it mightvw inspired u to write more dps !!! id love to read some of it :]
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i can't get over me TEN YEARS AGO rbing that photo of neil perry and saying "i will never find love." like i knew a full decade ago that the dps boys would be the reason i will never find love. i was fucking right. guess who has not felt reciprocated love in the last ten years. like. crazy. i'm cooked. i'm fried.
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Necromancer Todd........ thinks
#im fucking in lvoe with the idea of todd being a necromancer in a high fantasy au#neil is the one being necromanced LOL#yeah im gay how could you tell#knox would have fire magic simply because of how much passion he has for his loved ones talk to a wall#charlie has the ability to charm anyone into giving him what he wants and he literally only uses it for crime and getting snacks from todd#meeks can manipulate soundwaves and he makes it so inconvenient for everyone#pitts basically manipulates air in the air bender way but only uses it to throw peoples shit comedically far away#cameron has foresight but is like really bad at interpreting visions and gets things wrong a lot but hes trying guys give him a break </3#its gotten to the point where whatever cameron says ppl are like 'bet so do the exact opposite gotcha' and hes accepted it atp#neil is also the prince who 'mysteriously died' after publicly disagreeing with his fathers way of ruling the kingdom hashtag based#keating is the one who taught todd how to necromance#chris and ginny are the ladies who run the tavern the group frequents after nearly dying for the 100000th time in a week#they have thrown them out of that tavern so many times#thank cody frys cover of eleanor rigby for this btw#gen tags after this:#dead poets society#dead poets#dps#todd anderson#neil perry#knox overstreet#charlie dalton#steven meeks#gerard pitts#richard cameron#john keating#chris noel#ginny danburry
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