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the-stars-laureate · 1 month
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GOD DAMN i wish gingers were real 😔💔
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ash5monster01 · 11 days
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Peter Weir behind the scenes of Dead Poets Society
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desire-mona · 4 days
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idk guys its just that theyre looking at 3 different cameras and it is making me laugh rly hard rn
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gayfandomnerd225 · 2 months
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I need a Dead Poets Society cast reunion. I think that would fix all my problems
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rocknluvy · 2 months
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this filming-of dead poets society pic >>>>>
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giolovesyousm · 2 months
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I love these guys.
#dpsforever
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My brain at the moment is a constant loop of “radio Freee America!” Which would be great if I didn’t have a lot of work to be thinking about!
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73647e · 1 year
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what gay people look like meeting up for sunday brunch
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gustingirl · 2 years
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i need a dead poets society cast reunion more than i need oxygen to live
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edibleapplesoap · 1 year
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sometimes i’m sad and then i remember that the dead poets society new york vlog exists and that in said vlog they got stuck on a roof, almost had the cops called on them and nearly missed their audition 😭
they really invented vlogging
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the-stars-laureate · 1 month
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𝚂𝚘 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙼𝚎
steven meeks x fem!reader
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summary: a cute study session between friends turns into a budding romance. Short and sweet. notes: My first dps fic!! hope you enjoy!!
The November chill infected the dorm room’s air as the two friends attempted to revise for upcoming exams. One, a dishevelled red-head, sat stooped over countless textbooks, notes, pens and paper, his round glasses nearly falling off of his nose. The other was his much less motivated best friend. She was sprawled out across a small but comfortable bed (which belonged to the aforementioned red-head) staring out of the rain splattering across the windows, instead of the chemistry notes in her hands.
“Stevie… I don't know if I can take much more of this nerd stuff. I’m cold! And bored!” The whine in her voice was desperate. Chemistry sucks.
“I'm nearly done, I promise. If you're that bored, why don't you listen to your music? And grab a jumper to warm you up.”
Using all the energy left in her body, she rolled off the bed and headed for Steven's wardrobe, found the comfiest looking jumper available and pulled it over their head.
“You know Steven, some might consider this a grandad jumper, I feel about eighty in it.” she teased, turning to the record player.
“It’s a good job you’re not one of those people then. Don’t let that get too loud, we’ll get in trouble” his voice was just above a whisper, thick with exhaustion.
No response was voiced, but the record player clicked on. Fingers sorting through the selection of vinyl, she came across the album ‘Sixpence None the Richer’. Carefully, she took it from its sleeve and let it begin to spin before flopping back on to the bed.
As the third song reached its middle, Steven suddenly stood up from the desk before dramatically flopping next to the girl on his bed. By the beginning of the fourth track, the pair had managed to sit up on the bed, facing one another.
“This one is your favourite, right?” Steven asked her. Of course he knew, he knew everything about her.
“It is, I'm sure you’re sick of it but I just can’t get enough.”
“If you like it, then i could never get sick of it,” He looked at her as if she was the most incredible thing in the world. To him, she was. If only he could tell her. “You look very pretty this evening, I'm sorry I've ignored you all night.”
���You’ve hardly ignored me, the whole point is that we were supposed to study, i just get bored easily,” Had she heard him right, had he really said that? “You think I'm pretty?”
Carpe Diem. Seize the day.
“Always have, just never had the guts to say it,” He leaned in close, sweeping a bit of hair behind her ear. At this distance, he could feel the warmth radiating from her heart.
“Stevie, listen to the song”
“Huh?”
“Kiss me, Meeks. Please.”
He didn’t even have to consider it. His slightly chapped lips were on her soft ones instantly, engaged in an intimate romance the pair had separately daydreamed of for years.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” He asked his love, before they began to kiss once again, passionate but slow.
Eventually, the pair fell into the bed, but their lips never parted for long. For the rest of the night, they shared languid kisses and a warm embrace, before finally falling asleep tangled in each other's arms. They’d have to discuss this new found adoration for one another in the morning, but until then, they slept safe in the knowledge that they had finally expressed their desires.
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ash5monster01 · 25 days
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The beauty of Welton | St. Andrew’s School
Part One
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desire-mona · 9 days
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dylan and al photos cuz theyre my favvies
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plus a bonus!!! the meekster!!!!!!!!!!
(got from this photo album i found on pinterest)
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stevenmeeks · 1 year
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It's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this.
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giolovesyousm · 11 months
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UHHHHH ARE WE GOING TO SLEEP ON THIS OR WHAT??
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josefksays · 4 months
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Dead Poets Society (1989) Meeks and Pitts
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