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hey i'm gonna work on an assignment, if you wanted to join?
my new years resolution is that i'm back on my robert sean leonard shit (starting reading the secret history and it put me in my dark academia feels)
thinking about how hard this movie is going to hit when i finally have my ed degree and some experience… the layers of this movie that unfold every time i rewatch it is insane, the plot from Keating’s point of view is insane.
one of his top students finally lives his dream, and wow, he's amazing. then, suddenly, he's gone. no final words, but keating is sure he had a large part to play. keating watches as, gradually, the boys turn against him, but he doesn't hate them for it. there was no other choice, he gets that. charlie gets expelled, and there are now two empty desks where the most eager students used to sit. the boys to first rip up pritchard's stupid introduction, and stand on his desk. and the first to leave.
now, keating stands in his old classroom, listening to cameron read Understanding Poetry. thinking so much has changed, yet so little may be done about it. as the whole chalkboard is wiped clean.
little does he know, the remaining poets will call out to him, cherishing his teachings, and mr mcallister's steps gradually get further out into the snow. change can glide through the air, if only you allow yourself to inhale once more.
why do I never watch things with happy endings.
The Voided Lovers
The voided lovers Must never be seen. They cannot dance in the light of day, And the moon will not grace them with her gleam.
They may only embrace on the darkest of nights, They may only whisper sweet nothings in a crowd. They may only stroll hand in hand through forgotten streets, Where not even the lamplights dare to look down.
They will never feel the warmth on their lover’s skin, Only the cold acidity the wind provides. Yet embrace they do— Through the dark and glacial nights.
They make cathedrals of alleyways, Temples of whispered breath. Where every glance is sacred, And every touch defies death.
They are sunless, Moonless, Rid of light— Yet their love is never tuneless.
Their love is their dance, Their love is their light, Their love is the warmth On the cold winter’s night.
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Old English Version:
The voided lovers, cursed by fate, Must dwell in shadows, lone and late. They dare not dance 'neath sunlit skies, Nor bask where moonlight softly lies.
Their trysts are veiled in sable gloom, Their voices hushed, as though a tomb Had sealed their vows in silence deep— Where not e'en gaslight dares to creep.
The world, austere and cruelly drawn, Would scorn the touch their hands have known. So chill the wind, so sharp the air— Yet still they linger, pale and bare.
They fashion cathedrals from alleyways, Altars of breath, in spectral haze. Each glance a hymn, each touch defied The death that stalks where love must hide.
They are sunless, Moonless, Forsaken by flame— Yet hearts unlit bear passion's name.
Their love is their lantern, Their solace, their plight, Their warmth in the shivering Grasp of the night.
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This is a poem I wrote while bored and thinking of some of my friends from my DR's and OC's
I've been really getting into rewriting my poetry into old English because I think it makes it more romantic and melancholic
Let me know your thoughts on it!
Characters that give off the same vibes:
sometimes a piece of media just! grabs you by the throat and says, "hey buddy! I'm gonna irrevocably alter your brain chemistry now! have fun with that!!"
and then you just ! gotta deal with that ! you guess !!
Saw this today and cracked up soooo heres some remakes
(+ a little template 😋)
when ethel cain said “i tried to be good am i no good am i no good am i no good” which started with her self-loathing after being abused by her father and neil perry said “i was good. i was really good” and then he killed himself because he knew that he would never be good enough for his father
I promise I would do anythjng to kill you. Anything for you to die at the bottom of shit, but we know I am not in this strength and never has been. But I will still try hoping that you can feel pain, even though we all know you’re incapable and after thunder see only your own face.
YALL I GOTTA PUT YOU ON THIS HOUSE MD FIC CAUSE IM OBSESSED
I usually only engage with Hilson fics (which this one is not) but the plot is JUICY and the writing style is DELICIOUS and the way the narrative flows is HIGHLY CALCULATED! It only has like 123 views last time I check which is a CRIME
Anyways it’s a House MD x Dead Poets Society cross over which is all you should need to be 100% sold on it
Read it. Do it NOW. NOW!!!
Title: Thee Crossover Episode by HelioMuse
11k words, one chapter
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64685467
I have this huge AU that will probably never be written, and it's also my brain being wack.
Neil Perry becomes a flustered mess whenever the mention of kissing or sex is brought up, but is the most tactile person on the planet. Adores and gives out hugs like they are going out of fashion.
Todd Anderson, on the other hand, his cheeks are on fire every single time without fail. Whenever someone initiates physical intimacy with him. But on the other hand, he is easily capable of kissing, making out, etc, as long as he's comfortable with the person.
Getting with Neil helped Todd's confidence tremendously because if he wanted a kiss or something more, he'd have to be the one to initiate it.
DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) // HOUSE M.D. (2004-2012)
An actual need right here, guys
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I just wanna know if I'm not the only Lesbian who does this. But when entering a fandom, do you ever just get insanely attached to a male character/s, and you get really confused about your sexuality but you know that irl you'd never be with a guy ever.
My contribution to @fluffbruary 2025 I don't know if I'll do another day, and this is technically a day late, but here it is.
Day 1
I used dark and wander, but it ended up having a mind of its own.
Words: 550
Ship: Neil x Todd
There were just some things about Neil that Todd would never be able to understand about him. Like how he was able to light an entire room up and make the most boring topics some of the most interesting and many more things he found himself cherishing anyway, which is why he found himself wandering through the woods in the middle of the night with Neil clinging to his arm, which Todd could just make out he was beaming from the way the moonlight was hitting his face.
‘Neil, baby, where are we going?’ Todd asked, placing a gentle kiss to his neck when they suddenly stopped in a clearing. Neil looked just as lost as Todd was feeling but he still had the brightest smile on his face that continued to melt Todd into a puddle, like it always did. ‘I don’t know.’ Neil replied through a breath, his voice sounding higher pitched and airier than usual, that Todd couldn’t help himself from laughing as he brought Neil into a kiss. The moon went behind the clouds plunging them both into darkness, he felt Neil tense slightly, uncomfortable being in complete darkness, but Todd just kissed him again wrapping his arms around Neil’s waist and pulling him in close. Neil, predictably, was soothed instantly melting against Todd, one of his hands shyly making its way into his hair while the other wrapped around his neck.
There was something about kissing that always made Neil so incredibly shy, it was something that Todd had always been the one to initiate. Todd guessed that he should have seen that one coming Neil being a person who would be flushed for several minutes after being the one to give Todd a kiss on the cheek, whose favourite movie was Bambi and hid himself from the on screen kiss in sleeping beauty when they went to see it in cinema. Any other physical contact though was a different story, Neil thrived on hugs and cuddles, hand holding the works. It was something that Todd probably should have seen coming as well, and it was a trait of Neil’s that always made Todd’s cheeks burn a bright pink. Neil has always been a tactile person, always leaning on their friends, asking for hugs and sneaking into Todd's bed for cuddles during the night.
Todd found himself gently swaying them to the soft breeze of the wind through the trees, just kissing Neil and holding him close with all the love he could possibly express, coming nowhere near to the amount he actually felt for the other boy. This. This was the life. This was everything Todd could have ever asked for. Neil was everything he could have ever asked for and more. And as Todd kissed Neil that little bit deeper, moving a hand up to Neil’s cheek so he could feel the blush coating the other boy's cheeks, he couldn’t stop smiling. Neil was his everything, Todd never thought he had anything, but now, against all odds, he has everything. This perfect boy was all his, this perfect boy he would wander to the end of the world for, this perfect boy that had managed to consume his entire life in all the right ways.
His perfect boy.
Ok, but imagine the dead poets at Hogwarts, and even tho they are all in different houses, they still have their study sessions in Meeks' room because out of the 7 of them they are all doing one or more subjects the same as someone else.
Meeks aced runes and let's Charlie cheat off of him because he thought it would be an easy A, but turns out he had to actually put effort that he didn't want to use into it.
Cameron is always helping an incredibly confused Neil, Knox, and Charlie with divination.
Pitts and Meeks are always fiddling with muggle tech that only Neil and Todd know what the other two are working on, and no, they aren't going to blow anything up. At least they don't think so.
Todd always has to give Neil his notes from care of magical creatures because Neil is always figuring out a way to try and hug the creatures, that or figuring out how to give Todd a hug. It's not his fault they all look cuddly.
Charlie isn't half bad at potions, but only because he sneeks in to watch the teacher make the potion. Otherwise, he would be rubbish, Knox is incredibly grateful for having Charlie as his partner.
Pitts and Perry try their best in herbology, but again, Neil wants to hug everything, and Pitts is very worried watching him get emotionally attached to a plant, so they usually have to ask Stick for the course work after class. Pitts is pretty sure Neil has managed to smuggle in and domesticate a baby womping willow, who he's pretty sure Neil named Puck.
Charlie always says that Knox was a cheater when it came to how good he was at charms, Knox always replied with something cheesy about his looks or something even more cheesy about his name. Cameron was quick to wack him over the head.
It was always a competition between Cameron and Neil for who was better at transfiguration, Neil accidentally transfigured him into a textbook once and spent three days figuring out how to turn him back. He was too embarrassed to get a teachers help.
Probably the most surprising was how incredible Todd is at defence against the dark arts.
He was also the only one who could stay awake and pay attention during history of magic. So it was the only time Meeks and Cameron would allow themselves to sleep during class, knowing Todd had their back.
And the guys who aren't in Meeks' house always get caught by prefects on their way back to their dorm, so much so that a prefect has started knocking on the door when there's 10 minutes till curfew.
Pitts is also really good at getting lost, but he is also really good at getting to his classes on time. He just goes with the flow.
Ok, I can't currently, at 20 past 11 at night, stop thinking about Neil Perry with a wonky walk. Like he has a left lean walk or something like that where he is always slowly walking off to the left. Charlie definitely, at first, thought Neil was coming onto him with how much he was getting into his personal space, but then he saw Neil walk out of the dining hall, from his place at the table, and saw how he slowly veered to the left.
Charlie, thinking Neil knows about the way he walks, just subtly helps him stay in the right direction even if it sometimes drives him up the wall. The thing is though, Neil doesn't know this fact about himself and is always confused when he smacks into things because he could have sworn he wasn't that close to it before.
Neil is most definitely banned from going into the woods on his own because the one time he did go into the woods by himself, he got so lost that it was the next day before anyone found him. He insists that he doesn't know how he got lost, and annoyed he walks away from them, and all the poets can do is sigh as they watch Neil slowly walk off to the left and of course Neil is looking up at the birds in a near by tree and not where he is going. And he wonders why he got lost in the first place.
OK, so I read this dead poets society fic a while ago. I can't remember the name of it for the life of me, and it's a soulmate au where the longer you spend away from your soulmate once you find them the more irrational you feel (if u find it please leave a link for others to find, I don't remember how I found it the first time and I'd love to credit them.) In the fic Todd was getting extra anxious and Neil was getting angry?? Maybe frustrated something like that because Neil got himself locked up on the roof.
But can I possibly present it the other way round for you all...
Todd, who has finally found the first person to actually see him, to love him unconditionally, to actually want him for him and not some name he's supposed to live up to. So irrationally, he wants to desperately hold onto that love, letting himself be selfish for once in his life. He gets agitated beyond belief, wanting Neil back with him yesterday.
And Neil "I don't know how to process emotion, but at the same time, I feel everything way too deeply." Perry just shuts down, unsure of what to do with what he is currently feeling, so he shuts down and becomes dissociative and quiet. Neil is also used to not getting what he wants, with usually little protest from him, so he goes quiet.
I'm sorry. I don't know if I'm just not far enough into House (because I'm only up to season 4 but have seen so many spoilers it feels like I've seen it all). But James Wilson will never be able to fight the Neil Perry allegations when it literally says he was formerly an actor on his Wikipedia page like hello.
I've been thinking about this for a while, mostly because I went from the House MD fandom back into the Harry Potter fandom.
So I have really been thinking about Wilson in the Harry Potter universe. Specifically him being apart of the Marauders.
He would be a Muggle born wizard who somehow knew more than the entire student body combined. Was sorted into Gryffindor.
He was that person that was incredibly kind and sweet to all, was on first names bases with everyone.
Was the type to get away with everything, like this dude received the most detention slips out of anyone for being out of bed past curfew, but didn't attend a single one and never got called out on it.
Made friends with the House elves and that's how he learned to become such a fantastic cook. His specialty was chocolate cake and them pancakes. (You all know the ones)
Was the first person to befriend Remus and figue out he was a werewolf. Gave him his love for chocolate.
(I don't know if animagi and patronus' can be different but for this they can be but are usually the same.) (Also, also I just have to make dead poets society references. And I love the stories where Neil and Wilson are the same person.)
His animagus form is a brown peregrine falcon, his nickname being Perry or Peregrine. His patronus is a brown bear. (Because generally, he's cute and sweet, but can hurt you if provoked.)
Isn't someone who got made at anyone, would get annoyed and irritated at times but never mad. (Was the middle ground for the fifth year incident that I personally refuse to acknowledge.)
The "James" for Harry's middle name was for both Wilson and Potter, though no one was told otherwise.
He was made Neville's godfather, but Neville's grandmother refused to acknowledge that Wilson was a part of the family.
Dislikes Dumbledore, blames him for all the too young lives lost in the first wizarding war.
Told Remus about the change in secret keeper, and that he should also probably go into hiding for the time being.
(Not even 2 days after the Potter incident, the entire suburb that Remus and Sirius had been living in was all burnt down by Death Eaters.)
Was there when Sirius tracked down Pettigrew. He arrived late and turned everyone around, away from the scene before he approached. So no one actually saw him, only Sirius. Something that Wilson deeply regrets.
Tried to fight for Harry and Sirius, with Remus, but no one was going to believe or trust a werewolf and a wizard who was planning on leaving the wizarding world after the war. Especially since there was no proof that Pettigrew was alive.
Moved to America shortly after the funeral. He swore he would never come back.
Remus and Sirius asked him to come back, and he does, because he'd just had his first proper fight with House and seeing old friends could do him good.
He shows up in order of the phoenix as the new professor for defence against the dark arts. (Umbridge is just there, you know)
Umbridge is the first person that Wilson finds himself genuinely hating.
He gets sacked along with Trelawney, but Dumbledore does the whole they don't have to leave the grounds thing. Umbridge becomes the DADA professor from there.
When Bellatrix escapes Azkaban, Wilson builds up the courage to tell Neville about being his godfather, who promptly breaks down.
Wilson helps Harry teach Dumbledore's Army. And does cool, stylish escape by turning into his animagus form, just before Dumbledore does the thing with the phoenix.
In half blood prince, he returns as a guidance counsellor (lord knows Hogwarts needs one). He is genuinely happy for Snape for getting the position he always wanted.
After the battle of Hogwarts, Harry found Wilson standing in front of Remus' body, just staring with tears running down his face. Harry gave him a hug and all Wilson said was,
"I'm the only one left now."
just watched dead poets society, broke me in a way that i will never recover from, changed the trajectory of my life, amazing movie.
U know what wtf .neil perry and sabrina carpenter Drawijg. 🤷♀️
the thing that breaks my heart when i think of neil is the fact that he was literally just a kid. he was only sixteen when he died, still so young, just a teenager. most kids at sixteen were still learning how to drive!! that was someone’s baby. he was full of life too! he loved acting, he knew how to include everyone, he was smiley and cheerful despite his father’s antics. he had one goal that would’ve made him so happy, that goal would’ve been his entire future, and he lived it for one night. one night made him so happy, and in the same night, made him so sad. he never even got to say goodbye to his family.