Hey! I'm Joon! I love DPS (As you might already be able to tell) πππ/π·πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ’ π½πππ?
*I look over at the growing pile of books I already own, and havenβt read* Iβll read those later, Do you lovely people have any book recommendations?
THIS IS INCREDIBLE!! He likes doing the dishes??? βYou can really lose yourself in the bubblesβ!!! Is this real?? βIn which Roberts Dad wouldnβt let him become an actor, because he thought it was a pretty crap career.β Is this real??? Ethan Hawke and Josh Charles came to see him in Romeo and Juliet!! Is this real?? βIβm much too busy for girlfriends,β He sighs. What! None at all? βNo.β Oh dear!β Is this real?!!
this article assaults my brain at least once daily because i just cant. im so. why is it worded like
FIRST OF ALL
"Robert Sean Leonard shot to stardom after he shot himself" IS INSAAAAAAAANE
AND WHY ARE THEY CALLING HIM A FUCKING WEIRDO FREAK AT EVERY POSSIBLE OPENING
i cant get over the fact that the opening blurb bit is just "this actor KILLED HIMSELF in a MOVIE and now he's FAMOUS. did you know he's STRANGE?"
My Tumblr/Pinterest keeps trying to show me random movie and tv show related stuff to look at, and Iβm like, no. Let me look at Dead Poets Society/ RSL related things in peace okay? I donβt wanna look at Danny phantom right now.
I kinda want to rewrite the DPS book and post it on here, the original feels so soulless compared to the movie π (Even so, I stayed up until 4am reading it, because itβs DPS)
A fellow tumblr user (who I'd tag but I don't want to bother anyone) just encouraged me to post my silly little drawing of Todd jumping into Neil's arms after winning the game in Keating's class so here it is ?! (I love these two)
Sorry for the horrendous quality my phone belongs in trash
Earlier version without the doodles if anyone cares
HIIIIIIIIIII JOON BUG!!!!!! UR IN MY NOTIFS AND NOW IM IN UR ASKS MY BRAINS MOVING AT A MILLION MILES A MINUTE. special day today im high in ur asks this time! whatever u do dont think of neil perry ohmyvgod
OMG!!! HII Mona!!!! ππππ NOOOOoooOooOo you made me think of Neil!!! How dare you π Actually, thank you, Neil is a beautiful person, but now Iβm sad AAAAAA π
realising none of u have seen my writing before which is. a good thing probably. anyway i thrive best in letter writing format so here's a letter todd wrote to neil after he took a gun induced nap
(obvious tw for death and suicide and general grief adjacent feelings)
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December 20th, 1959
Neil,
Iβve tried to write this about 7 separate times now, but I feel like I can never get the right combination of words to properly describe how Iβm feeling. I don't really know why Iβm writing this in the first place, I know you won't be able to read it. I guess I don't need a reason. I don't think Iβll be able to get it right no matter how many times I try, so forgive me if this doesn't make sense.
It's been about 5 days since you killed yourself passed and I still can't confidently say that it feels real. Mr. Keating got fired, Charlie got expelled, Cameron was behind all of it, and I canβt even bring myself to hate him for it. I'm angry, obviously, Iβve never been more furious with anyone in my life, but something in me knows that you wouldn't have hated him either. Things like that have been running through my mind a lot, I find myself operating under what I think you wouldβve done, or at least wanted me to do. I hope Iβm getting it right. I yelled at Cameron after he ratted us out, and it wasn't like those times before, nobody expected it of me. I like to think you wouldβve been proud of me for that.
It's really quiet without you here, in ways that I didn't think Iβd notice. You were never all that loud, which I appreciated, but even the small things being gone make me feel like I'm going insane. It's hard getting to sleep without hearing your breathing from across the room. Is that creepy? Sorry. Sometimes I open the window just so I can hear anything but silence. I usually just end up wondering how people can go about their days when someone so important is dead. How are people laughing and enjoying themselves when it feels like my entire world came to a screeching halt? How dare they continue with their lives without even acknowledging how much has changed? Thatβs about when I close the window, our the room starts to get cold after a while.
I'm trying to stay that more confident version of myself that you were helping me become, I could tell you liked a more outgoing Todd. I think he was buried with you, and Iβm not sure when Iβll be able to dig him back up. I hope thatβs okay, I know how patient you were with me. Thank you for that by the way, you were the first person to give me the time of day when it came to that. It was really special, I wish I had the chance to tell you. There are a lot of things I wish I had the chance to tell you, you were the only person I ever wanted to say things like that to. I'm really sorry that I never did, I realize now that it probably wouldβve done you some good to hear it. God only knows how little kindness your father gave you, if I had known how bad it was then I wouldβve you deserved better than that. You deserved a lot more than what the world gave you, I think we all do. No amount of sorryβs can fix that.
I miss being near you.
I miss you.
I miss having you around. Iβd forgive you if you came back and told us it was all a joke. I wouldnβt be mad at all, I promise.