#tina dead poets

[starcrime]

my miscellaneous dps headcanons (including some background characters)

neil

has HORRIBLE eyesight. like wayy worse that meeks but he hates wearing his glasses

loves scavenger hunts

charlie helped him realize he's gay (they made out once to 'check' but never had any actual feelings for eachother)

is diabetic but doesn't know it

todd

is so incredibly competitive it's ridiculous. he'll die before he loses a bet

selectively mute

gets his poetry / writing published at least twice. the first time was even before he turned 18

scrunches his nose when smiling

not a morning person. he's dead until noon

knox

is a huge gossip and his grandma's favorite bc of it

can't lie to save his life

loves horseback riding

can't cook. at all. like he burns water

charlie

loves spicy foods and smells

his parents mostly ignored him and his younger sister during their childhood and basically raised his sister himself

but it also gave him a lot of freedom, especially during holidays and school breaks, since his parents always either pawned him off to family or just didn't care where he was 90% of the time.

like, really, they only care about appearances so they get on his back about being disrespectful every once in a while and ignore him the rest that's one of the reasons he acts out all the time he desperately craves attention he never got

tina INSISTS on doing his make-up everytime they hang out. he likes make-up and she's pretty good, so he just lets her

meeks

like todd, he's very competitive, but, unlike todd, he's not a sore loser

has a huge sweet tooth smells like it

was obsessed with nordic mythology in middleschool

matthew ("spaz") was his childhood bestfriend, but they grew apart over the years

is allergic to bees. somehow never remembers to take his epipen anywhere. it's a miracle he's survived this long

pitts

he's a car guy. wants to be a car mechanic

had a crush on neil in like 6th grade

scared of birds

has a stutter and used to have a lisp

gamer boi

not exactly a hc but yall can we acknowledge how sarcastic and bitchy he is??? he's hilarious

knows how to sew

gives the best hugs

cameron

once got arrested and had to call charlie to bail him out. charlie was so proud he bought him ice cream on their way back

has lexical-gustatory synesthesia

his bio dad is dead and he hates his step-father with a passion

is besties with gloria and she finds him hillarious

other

mr keating used to work as a line cook in his teens. also he was a lot like charlie during his highschool years (chaotic & funny)

chris used to do ballet as a kid, but has moved on to cheerleading and gymnastics. her parents are divorced. she lives with her mother and younger half-brother

ginny really should be wearing glasses but she hates them and her parents refuse to buy her more flattering frames. she can't swim. people always share their secrets with her bc she seems like she can keep them, but she’s actually a huge gossip

stick has a twin sister. he is nonverbal and communicates thru asl

gloria is training to be a hairdresser

tina can’t walk in heels taller than half an inch

hopkins has a huge crush on cameron

matthew is an origami master

mr mcallister knits in his spare time. he married a chinese woman who, when he met her, didn’t know any english

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw

#can yall tell charlie is my favorite??? #dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #knox overstreet #charlie dalton #steven meeks #stephen meeks #richard cameron #mr keating #john keating #ginny danburry #chris noel #hopkins dead poets #stick dead poets #spaz dead poets #gloria dead poets #tina dead poets #mr mcallister #hellton boys #i2maz

[thiamblogger]

watching the deleted snow scene and its so freeing to see todd be so free, to see him hold the god, to see him willingly read his poems, talk to the girls he'd never met before first, to be throwing himself up and down, to yawp the loudest!!

#THAT GIRL WITH CHARLIE WASN'T EVEN GLORIA OR TINA.. #i think it was some girl from the play #like one sitting in the audience #cause she has brown hair whereas the girls had blonde?? #so. #but i love todd's growth. #i'm like a proud mother!! #😭😭 #my baby is grown.. #well for these 15 minutes but shh.. #just let me have this. #dead poets society #anderperry #todd anderson

[boylookatyoulookingatme]

Dead poets characters as things my classmates said:

Charlie: i wasn't mean to Cameron for ten minutes!

Chris: i'm proud of you...?

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Tina: i have new an idea for book!

Gloria: did you finish the last one?

Tina: no... But i'm working on it!

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Neil, to Todd: you are my little monkey<3

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Meeks: i wasn't here for an hour and Charlie is drinking water with cinnamon, salt, sugar and pepper. Neil is playing with plastic bottle and Ginny is violent to Chet, bcs he drinked her cola. Cool.

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Tina, to Knox: do you wanna die?

Knox: no...?

Tina: oh, i wanted kill that character :(

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Charlie: i would let him fuck me to death and *something very spicy but i don't remember what*

Todd: there's things you can't say aloud

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Ginny: he's fucker, it's good you broke up with him. *Very aloud*

Chris: don't you wanna scream that?

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Neil: Withman or Neruda?

Todd: ... Neruda

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Pitts: oh, shit, i need pee

Meeks: again?

Pitts: i have weak urethra!

#charlie dalton #dead poets society #dps fandom #knox overstreet #neil perry #todd anderson #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #i love that hc that Tina is writer #hc that Pitts have weak urethra #walt withman #jan neruda #tina dps #gloria dps #ginny danburry #chris noel #chet danburry

[sunsetcurveauto]

Every day you play with the light of the universe...You are like nobody since I love you.

TOG x Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda - Joe, "Every Day You Play"

#here he is!! #joe al kaysani #yusuf al kaysani #tog #the old guard #pablo neruda #twenty love poems and a song of despair #tina talks #tog tlpsod mb #pack it up dead poets society 🙄 #my mbs

[inahallucination]

For the 'controversial dps headcanons': I ship Ginny with Tina and Meeks with Gloria. I feel like Chis and Ginny are genuinely just friends. Tina, a wlw with an obsession with literature, was totally making fun of Charlie in her head during the 'made up poetry' scene and went to the cave just to keep Gloria company. Also, Gloria did date Charlie for a while, but just enough to get to know Meeks. More about tinny: they attend the same school and they became friends because of the theater club: Tina is working backstage and Ginny, of course, as an actress. It's a bit messy, but that's it, probably not even that controversial? I don't know really.

idk if its controversial but its one hell of a fic concept

i do like tina knowing about literature tho

#im leaving u to the ginny/chris and meeks/pitts wolves #jk #dead poets society #deadpoets #dps fandom #anon ask #meeks #gloria and tina #ginny danburry #chris noel

[nuwandared]

was tina flirting with neil?

why would Cameron give that look, couldn't they drink??

staring at tiiiina

#dead poets society #neil perry #tina #cameron #charlie dalton #dps

[hyperraduo22]

my dps roman empires

cuz i keep seeing those videos with my love mine all mine on my feed with consistently ugly-sob-inducing stories and roman empires so now i have this long list i wanna share

+ may include some little facts here and there for anyone new in the fandom

• anderperry’s entire relationship and dynamic

literally no explanation needed on why it’s the top of the list and the first thing i wrote down

the whole hourglass and icarus x the sun dynamics makes me sob every time without fail

someone rewrite the script so they have a happy ending please

also me: wym they already do?? they got married and went to new york??????

• charlie and neil :(((

• thinking about charlie’s experience and dealing with grief post-expulsion

• todd’s entire character

bro makes my quiet x anxious kid heart go brrr

like just thinking about the little implications of his behavior and what’s said about his brother in the script makes me wanna cry and scream and throw a tantrum

he really represents the epitome of all quiet shy kids out there and i really appreciate it

• dead poet’s society but from cameron’s perspective

i understand y’all wanting to punch and yell at him and show no forgiveness but i also think you should give a bit of sympathy for this kid

he doesn’t know any better just like charlie or any of the other poets

damn this movie does a great job of showing reality and the fact that there’s no real enemies

• dead poet’s society but from pitts’s perspective 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

like i’d pay to see this honestly

• pitts’s screen time :((((

my underrated boy :(((((

• pitts and cameron’s dynamic

i KNOW we see these two talking in the background and seeing him make cameron laugh and smile the most compared to everyone else

like??? i wanna see more?????

cameron being outwardly comfortable around someone finally???

• the fact that all the movie's events ensued as they’re all high schoolers

like idk if there’s a canonical age for any of them but whether they’re juniors or seniors the trauma is still the same

• the thoughts of the kids who stood up on their desks at the end of the movie

how are they dealing with keating being away now? how do they view life in general?? did they really appreciate keatings class???? would they join the dps if they had the chance???????

• hopkins’s portrayal

its kind of a 50/50 since bro barely has screen time, yet i see his character oftentimes being portrayed as the class asshole

i think it’s clear that him and his friends commit tomfoolery and are overall jerks but to think that he’s the more sensible, level-headed guy makes a lot of sense to me—kinda similar to charlie in a way

like he knows limits and when to not push them even if he doesn’t come off that way. all bro does is chill in class and stare off into the windows daydreaming (as shown in the whole ripping out the poetry intro scene). bro doesn’t wanna be there. he’s just chilling and honestly same💀

• spencer’s actual treatment in the movie

ik we love this man, and our headcanons (or at least what i’ve seen and my own for the most part) say that people treat him well but low key everyone be on his shit

like it brings up the question of whether or not this is considered bullying cause any scene i see he’s either blatantly shoved around or even the guys around him purposely steal his medicine and pass it around so he can’t have it (including stick participating in this)-

like i think there’s some limits to being a jerk and idk how spencer really feels throughout the movie cuz he’s a background character :////

• HANDSOME ASS BACKGROUND CHARACTERS AND THEIR SCREEN TIMES = UNFAIR! CRIMINAL !!!!!

• the fact that ginny’s character just gets completely cutout. like she has a few lines to begin with and then the movie comes out and she ends up being a non-speaking extra in the play like i’m- what happened???

• tina and gloria / girl characters portrayed in dps in general

let me explain cuz i love them but also feel bad for their characters

like low key they’re just used as experiments for the cave (implied by charlie in a deleted scene that wasn’t recovered although i think this part is in the original script as well if i remember correctly)

although he brings them back a second time in a deleted scene where they’re all dancing around outside of the cave on the night of the play only for him to make out with one of them in another deleted scene that wasn’t recovered… (( this was revealed in an old interview on someone working behind the scenes btw ))

so like i kinda feel bad for them. like y’all just there for show but i wish you had more lines and other purposes besides possibly not passing a bechdel test ://////

^ lowkey this same concept is kinda seen with chris’s character too. like all she’s there for is a romantic interest for knox. like cmon now she’s one of the main female characters and THIS is what she gets. i wanna know more about my girl chris!!!!

and i kind of understand why it’s set up this way since y’know it’s an all male boarding school in the 1950s—how do you fit female characters in and how are they viewed? it’s not the greatest setup of all time

• ANDERPERRY DELETED SCENE ON THE DOCK NOT MAKING IT INTO THE FILM LIKE OUT OF ALL DELETED SCENES THAT ONE IS THE REALLY IMPORTANT ONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

• the deleted scene of the poets carrying neil’s coffin 🚶‍♂️

like goodbye. doors closed. tears shed.

kinda glad it’s not in the movie cuz i would’ve sobbed uncontrollably even more than neil’s death

• todd’s poem

another deleted scene that really rearranges my internal organs

the fact that him reading this poem was supposed to be in tandem/include shots with neil’s death-

why do the writers want us to cry rivers?????

BUT ALSO ITS FUNNY ASF IF YALL WATCH THIS DELETED SCENE WHEN TODD IS TELLING THEM WHAT TO REPEAT BETWEEN VERSES, ONE OF THE POETS GOES “what??🤨”

I’M SORRY TODD IK YOURE TRYING BUT THAT LITTLE AIRHEADED ASS “what?” IS SO FUNNY TO ME

• the fact that in the very first version of the script, keating was supposed to have cancer

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS UNTIL LAST MINUTE

LIKE Y’ALL ADMITTED THAT YOU WANTED TO HAVE A SCENE OF KEATING DYING IN A HOSPITAL AND WERE PONDERING ON WHETHER HIS CHARACTER SHOULD HAVE A FATAL ILLNESS FOR THREE DAYS ?!?!?

thank god y’all made the right decision and rewrote the script to take that out

#dps tumblr #dead poets society #dps fandom #dead poets fandom #dps #dps boys #todd anderson #charlie dalton #john keating #mr keating #neil perry #anderperry #chris noel #gerard pitts #pitts dps #cameron dps

[ash5monster01]

Dead Poets Society and if they’d smoke weed

including my reasons for why :)

Neil: yes (and hear me out), Neil still drinks the liquor from Tina/Gloria, whoever, even after seeing majority of the boys heads shake no. He’s desperate to try new things, even if it’s once. Also I think being high would be a very freeing feeling for him.

Todd: Yes, but only to mellow out. It would never be for recreational use only to calm down his anxiety.

Charlie: God yes, he’d be the one providing it to each and every one of them.

Knox: No, as much as he’s okay with drinking I don’t see Knox as the type to enjoy the effects of weed especially when he hasn’t had the best of times under the influence of any drugs.

Cameron: Absolutely not. He’d freak out if you even pulled out a joint in front of him. Probably tell on you too.

Meeks: Yes and no. I think he would for Charlie and to save face but he’s not particularly fond of it and never would if it wasn’t for the boys.

Pitts: Yes, and if not for the weed but for the snacks. He loves snacks and having the munchies means more appetite for more food :))

#dead poets society #dps #dead poets #dead poets society headcanons #dps headcanons #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts

[venus-haze]

Funnel of Love (Austin!Elvis x Plus Size!Reader)

Summary: Your well-meaning friends convince you to go to the county fair with them. You’re not sure you’ll have a good time, until you find out your friend Elvis will be there on one of his rare weekends off from touring. As the night goes on, you finally realize that he wants to be more than friends.

Note: This is based on an anonymous request. The reader is plus size and a woman, but no other specific descriptors are used. Inspired by the Wanda Jackson song (also Wanda and Elvis toured together [and dated!] early on in their careers, and he convinced her to switch from singing country to the rockabilly she became best known for. Her version of ‘Let’s Have a Party’ is also in Dead Poets Society. I’m a huge fan of hers but I’ll stop now lol). Do not interact if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: None.

If you were being honest, you felt as though you were a little too old to be spending a Saturday night at the county fair with your friends. Yet, after unsuccessfully trying to convince them to go to one of Memphis’ many nightclubs instead, you found yourself squeezed in your friend Tina’s boyfriend’s car with half a dozen other people on the short drive to the fairgrounds from Tina’s place.

The car was starting to feel claustrophobic in the fifteen minutes it took to get to the fair, and you didn’t hesitate to jump out as soon as it was parked, barely paying attention to Tina mentioning that a few other friends were meeting you there. She rattled off a handful of names, and you perked up when she mentioned Elvis, since you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks.

It always amazed you how the otherwise unassuming field that served as the county fairgrounds could be transformed into something so unrecognizable and almost magical. Okay, so maybe you weren’t too old for the fair, the scent of fried food and sound of the carnival rides bringing back nostalgic memories. It still wasn’t at the top of the list for how you wanted to spend your Saturday night.

As soon as you and your friends approached the entrance to the fair, you saw Elvis waiting by the ticket booth with Scotty and Bill. You didn’t see much of them on the weekends anymore since they were busy touring. Sometimes Elvis would call or write to you while he was on the road, and you thought it was nice of him to keep in touch. You heard rumblings among your friends about Elvis’ recording contract getting picked up by RCA, but you wanted to hear the news from the man himself.

“You didn’t tell me Y/N was gonna be here,” Elvis hissed at Bill, trying to find some reflective surface to check his hair as you approached.

Bill merely snickered in response at his friend’s reaction to seeing you. Everyone knew Elvis had a thing for you, well, everyone except you, apparently. You were either too oblivious or too stubborn to realize it, and unfortunately Elvis took this to mean you weren’t interested, though he still pined after you. He knew the Colonel said that appearing to be available to fans would help his career, but he couldn’t help how his stomach flipped whenever he was around you.

“Y/N, you look great,” Elvis said, immediately wanting to smack himself upside the head for not coming up with something better to say.

To his relief, your pretty face lit up at the compliment. “Thanks, you too.”

Elvis hung around you while you all ambled around the fairgrounds, checking out the rides and stopping to get food every so often. After about half an hour, you all decided to split up to go on the rides and play the games you wanted to, and then to meet up by the ferris wheel before the fair was over to head home together. As it turned out, you and Elvis ended up being your own group of two. Not that you minded, you always enjoyed Elvis’ company.

You knew you were probably exhausting him with questions about life on the road, but the thought of traveling as much as he did fascinated you. Still, he regaled you with stories of roaring crowds and being run out of towns you’d never even heard of before. When he asked you questions about your job, you had no problem telling him your own stories about the crazy customers you encountered at the shop you worked in. 

The two of you meandered for some time, watching people play some of the games that were set up at the fair. You smiled when a man won a large teddy bear for his date, who accepted with a laugh at how it was almost as big as she was. Elvis didn’t miss your reaction to the exchange. It couldn’t be that hard to win you a prize and make you smile like that.

“C’mon, I’m gonna win you somethin’,” he said, pulling you over to the balloon darts game. 

The back of the stall was covered in balloons of various colors, but to win a prize, you needed to pop at least two of the same color balloon. For a dime, you could get three darts, winning one of the larger prizes for popping three same-colored balloons. You and Elvis quickly realized that this was easier said than done as seventy cents later, he’d been unsuccessful.

“I think it’d just be cheaper to go to the store and buy one at this point,” you said.

He looked at you, determination in his eyes as he placed another dime on the counter. “Three more darts.”

To your shock and delight, he popped two of the three balloons necessary to win a prize, seemingly with ease this time. He picked out a medium-sized brown teddy bear with a heart in its hands and proudly gave it to you. 

“This is too cute, thank you,” you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He beamed, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I told ya I’d win you somethin’.”

You did have to talk him out of trying the ring toss game next, saying that you wouldn’t be able to carry more prizes through the fairgrounds for the rest of the night. He only agreed once you promised that you’d left him win you an even bigger prize before you left. 

The two of you shared cotton candy next to the merry-go-round, and you tried not to get any of it on your bear. You finally asked him about whether the rumors about his contract with Sun Records being sold to RCA was true, and he said that while it wasn’t official yet, his manager was working out the details. He figured it was only a matter of a few days. You were in the middle of congratulating him when you were interrupted by a nervous voice.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you sign this for me?” a girl asked, her hand shaking as she held out a clean napkin and a pen. “I’m such a big fan.”

“‘Course, sweetheart,” Elvis answered with a smile. 

He leaned against one of the food stalls to sign the napkin. Elvis was getting recognized more and more wherever he went, making it difficult to go many places with him, but you admired how dedicated he was to his fans, not hesitating to return their devotion to him. You’d heard of people meeting their favorite singers or movie stars and having horrible experiences, but Elvis made sure that was never the case for them.

“You’re so lucky,” the girl sighed.

“Oh, we’re just friends,” you clarified.

She gave you an odd expression as she looked at the teddy bear in your hand. Just before she could respond, Elvis handed her the now autographed napkin and the pen back, winking at her.

“Have a good rest of your night, darlin’,” Elvis said.

She nodded, a wide smile on her face. “Thank you!”

You watched as she ran back over to her friends, who all squealed and giggled upon seeing that she’d gotten his autograph. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said bashfully.

“It’s alright,” you said. “Do you know where everyone else is?”

“I think I saw them at the scrambler, but I know Tina said somethin’ about bumper cars.”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t ashamed of being plus size by any means and knew it didn’t matter to your friends, but it frustrated you when they seemed to forget that not everything was as accessible to you as it was to them. You were still having a good time at the fair, despite your hesitance to even go in the first place. If anything, you felt bad that Elvis was spending the night dropping money on rigged games and cotton candy for you instead of going on rollercoasters and ferris wheels. 

When you and Elvis started walking around again, he kept his arm around your waist this time, holding you close to him, squeezing your side every so often. You supposed it was so you wouldn't get separated in the crowd of people, which had only grown as the night went on. He seemed a bit dazed, though, and at one point, he walked directly into someone, apologizing profusely before moving you in a different direction.

“You alright?” you asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I got distracted. The lights make your eyes look like stars,” he whispered.

You were taken aback by his comment. “I—thanks.”

“Earlier, when I said you look great, I meant to say you look beautiful. You always do.”

Still shocked and unsure of how to respond, you quietly thanked him again. You had never let yourself think of Elvis romantically before. You’d been friends for a long time, so you just assumed you weren’t his type, especially since you didn’t look like any of his past girlfriends. As you pondered this sudden shift in your relationship with him, the two of you walked a few feet more in comfortable silence until coming across a large rainbow wheel covered in lights. 

“Young lady with the teddy bear!” the carnival barker called out. “How would you like to step up and spin the wheel of wonder? Free of charge!”

“Yes, she wants to,” Elvis said, volunteering you to spin the wheel.

You gave Elvis a playful glare as you handed him the teddy bear he’d won you.

The man waved you forward, and you spun the wheel with some enthusiasm, standing next to Elvis as you watched it spin and spin and spin, until finally stopping at—

“Complimentary tickets to the tunnel of love!” the man announced, grabbing the two ride tickets in question. “An appropriate prize for the lovely couple.”

You had no time to correct him before Elvis took the tickets, thanking the man. He looked pleased as he gave you the teddy bear back, until he noticed your expression didn’t match his.

“If you don’t want to go on it, we don’t have to.”

“We should do it. We haven’t gone on any rides tonight,” you said, trying to convince yourself that there was any way to go on the tunnel of love as just friends.

“You sure?” Elvis asked with a smile.

You nodded. “I’m sure.”

His excitement was contagious as he took your hand in his, running over to the tunnel of love, the giant, neon red heart atop the ride acting as a guiding star while the two of you weaved through the other fair-goers to the ride.

The tunnel of love looked like a giant Valentine’s Day card, covered in pink, red, and gold paint. The wooden cut-out of a cupid that pointed to the ride had the paint chipped off, but the big heart-shaped entrance was cute. A soft melody played inside, and Elvis handed the tickets to the woman operating the ride. She pulled back a lever, and a pink cart with faded red hearts all over it chugged forward on the metal tracks. 

You and Elvis got into the cart, somewhat of a tight squeeze, you observed to yourself. The woman pulled the lever again, and the cart jolted forward into the darkness of the tunnel, which was soon illuminated by red and pink glowing lights. Various wooden cut-outs popped out every now and then. It was corny, but it had its charm.

“Sorry,” you whispered, noticing your thigh pressing against Elvis’ in the close space of the cart.

“You’re fine, darlin’, really,” he assured you, hoping you couldn’t hear his heart racing at being so close to you. 

The next few moments or so of the ride was spent in awkward silence, and you sighed, suddenly feeling acutely aware of what ride you were actually on with him. 

“I’m sorry if you’re not having a good time,” Elvis said.

You shook your head. “No, I just feel bad you got stuck with me and didn’t get to go on the other rides.”

“What? Y/N, I wanted to be with you. I asked everyone else to go on to those other rides so I could spend the night alone with you—not like that—I just mean, I like you a lot,” he confessed. 

You giggled, hiding your face in the teddy bear he’d won you. All this time you thought he was just being nice to you; you didn’t even want to think about how many other times you’d completely missed him flirting with you. If your friends already knew Elvis was going to be at the county fair, you figured them dragging you along despite your clear reluctance was their weird way of being your wingmen.

“I hope you’re not laughin’ at me,” he said.

Quickly, you lifted your head, shaking it. “No, Elvis, I promise I’m not. I’m just embarrassed I didn’t notice sooner.”

“I guess that’s on me for not makin’ a move sooner.”

“Then do it.”

“Do what?”

“Make a move.”

He smiled, placing one hand on your thigh and the other on your cheek. His eyes fell to your lips, and he kissed you softly, sweetly, and you felt like you were in a movie as the romantic music played and warm lights glowed. Oh, this was why people liked going in here. As you kissed him back, he pulled you closer, and you had no other option than to practically sit on his lap.

The two of you were so engrossed in the kiss that you hadn’t noticed the ride stopped until the ride operator cleared her throat. You and Elvis awkwardly got out of the cart, but you smiled when you heard someone waiting in line utter, “Is that Elvis Presley?” 

The man himself was practically glued to you as he led you through to the ride’s exit. Going back to the chaos of the fair was jarring, to say the least, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to goin’ through there again,” he grinned, brushing his thumb over your smudged lipstick.

“Me either.”

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[chequeredflagchronicle]

welcome! get to know me

hi! i'm finn, i'm 18 and from the uk, raised just on the outside of liverpool my entire life. i'm an oldest child in my last year of a-levels before hopefully going to lancaster uni. as you can probably tell, ive been raised in a house of car and f1 fanatics, always watching it on tv because of my grandad and dad. over the past two years, i've gradually increased in my interest in it despite spending a good percentage of my year on race tracks due to my dad starting in endurance racing when i was 3 and switching to rallying recently due to being busy over summer.

the future?

i want to study film and creative writing when i go uni so i can study what i'm best at finally, but also so it opens more doors career wise. ideally, i would love to work as an fl presenter or potentially something like a social media manager for a team. i also want to start co-driving for my dad in rallying before heading down the path to hopefully british gt like he did.

favourites

movies: top gun, top gun: maverick, james bond (daniel craig edition), maze runner, mamma mia, jurassic park, pride, newsies (1992), treasure planet, dead poets society

shows: ted lasso, 911 lonestar, our flag means death, criminal minds, narcos, heartbreak high, sherlock, good omens, punisher, daredevil

other: reading, swimming, football (both watching and playing), big music listener obviously, travellin, learning new languages (currently italian), learning how to play new instruments such as guitar and trombone, collecting things like postcards and bracelets

driver: currently it's probably fernando alonso, but i also love lance stroll, sebastian vettel, jenson button, lewis hamilton, mark webber, oscar piastri, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, michael schumacher, liam lawson and mick schumacher.

team: in the wise words of sebastian vettel, everybody is a ferrari fan, but i do love mclaren and aston martin. (i'm also secretly a haas fan but shhhh)

principal: toto wolff is an obvious pick but i still pick him. i know he's left now but i do still adore guenther steiner with my whole heart. oh and not to forget andrea stella.

specialist shoutout drivers: doriane pin, paul aron, amna & hamda al qubaisi, kimi antonelli, tina hausmann, ollie bearman, arthur leclerc and jessica hawkins 

#f1 #ollie bearman #lewis hamilton #formula 1 #formula one #fernando alonso #lance stroll #strollonso #formula 1 academy #get to know the blogger #get to know me

[americangirlstar]

Wow, the 80’s sure was a time for Disney movies. In 1988 Tina should’ve waited for Oliver and Company later that year, that one is way more Courtney friendly. At least 1989 will be free from traumatic movies (Well, unless they somehow end up in Dead Poets Society instead of Honey I Shrunk the Kids, they came out the same month, but that movie was only published by Disney in the USA, and Courtney would be 13 by then, it’s fine) (it’s definitely not fine)

in 1989 courtney watches the little mermaid and realizes she likes girls

[thiamblogger]

serious question cause i saw someone ask this before.. but like where is charlie getting all his stuff?

like- there's the original photo, another photo you can see pitts holding up during the saxophone meeting, then a whole ass magazine when the girls appear that you can see meeks shove somewhere..

(i'm talking about photos of naked girls, btw.)

it's gotta be someone in an older year or like a teacher that he's bribing cause i know that knox is the richest, but he ain't far off..

#tina is todd. #ginny is neil. #i mean this metaphorically wise.. #like you can't tell me it wasn't on purpose and there wasn't some fucked up reason for it. #charlie dalton #dead poets society

[wipbigbang]

Story Title: spotlight

Fandom: Dead Poets Society

Author: @chrisginny

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49977799?view_full_work=true 

Summary: 27-year-old Chris Noel works as a journalist in New York City, and though she can’t quite put a finger on it, she has a hard time calling her life satisfactory. But when she meets Ginny Danburry, a Shakespearean actress, she finds herself falling a little bit in love for the first time ever.

Warnings: none

Characters: Chris Noel, Ginny Danburry, Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Steven Meeks, Gloria, Tina, and various OCs

Pairings: Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry

When I Started: December 2022

How I Lost My Shit: quit working on it after january 2023, started again in april, and stagnated again in july due to my extremely busy schedule :( i was also very unsure of the direction the story was going in, and writing made me self-conscious to some degree

How I Finished My Shit: honestly, not even sure at this point! i crammed a lot of writing in when my motivation came back in late august/early september. i had a few minor Anxiety Moments about how i would end it, but eventually settled on an open ending that i’m okay with. had to keep telling myself that the important thing is that i get it done, and i did!

#submission #fandom: dead poets society #!completed shit #!2023

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Camp Old Guard - Joe: Arts and Crafts Instructor

#yusuf al kaysani #joe al kaysani #tog #the old guard #tina talks #hes my special friend #tog camp mb #pack it up dead poets society 🙄 #my mbs

[spatialjump05]

AB / spatialjump05

“That’s one badass stapler!” — Five Hargreeves, the Umbrella Academy

ABOUT ME:

Name: AB (she/her) Birthday: 17th March (minor); Pisces Ethnicity: Asian British, of Indian descent Hobbies: Reading, writing, procrastinating, netball, badminton, swimming Favourite colour(s): Aquamarine, royal purple Height: 5’2” or 5’3” A-Level Subjects: Maths, Economics, Classical Civilisations Likes: Flapjacks, books, the rain, thunderstorms, lightning, chocolate, broccoli, the night sky, space, cats, monkeys, volcanoes, oceans, Greek and Roman mythology, Spring, my favourite fandoms and characters Other: INTP, incredibly stubborn, grammar freak, angsty writer, sarcastic, mix of introvert and ambivert

SOCIALS:

Quotev: Main, Writing Account Wattpad: Main AO3: Main Pinterest: Main

FANDOMS:

Primary: Harry Potter, Marauders Era, Fantastic Beasts, AVPM Trilogy, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, TLT Musical, Heroes of Olympus, the Maze Runner, the Hunger Games, the Umbrella Academy, Stranger Things, Divergent, Once Upon a Time, Anne With an E, Dead Poets Society

Secondary: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, Chronicles of Narnia, Miss. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, Murder Most Unladylike, How to Train Your Dragon, Noughts & Crosses

Other books: Five Survive, Yellowface, Love You to Death, THUG, Anne of Green Gables, Black Beauty, Pride and Prejudice, The Secret Garden, The Odyssey, War Horse

Currently reading: Scythe, the Maze Cutter, Little Women, the Atlas Six

CHARACTERS:

Comfort kins: Five Hargreeves (TUA), James Potter (HP), Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano (Hoo), Henry Mills (OUaT), Thomas (TMR)

Kins: Ron Weasley (HP), Lee Jordan (HP), Dustin Henderson (ST), Charlie/Nuwanda Dalton (DPS), Severus Snape (HP), Percy Jackson (PJO), Hazel Levesque (HoO), Tina Goldstein (FB)

Comforts: Teddy the Niffler (FB), Pickett the Bowtruckle (FB), Kreacher (HP), Newt Scamander (FB), Regulus Black (HP), Newt (TMR), Eleven (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Leo Valdez (HoO), Sadie Kane (TKC), Killian Jones (OUaT), Mulan (OUaT), Gilbert Blythe (AWaE), Jerry Baynard (AWaE)

#books #reading #writing #procrastinator #procrastinating writer #fanfics #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #wattpad #pinterest #quotev #fanfiction writer #united kingdom #writer #fandoms #headcanons #harry potter #percy jackson #the maze runner #the umbrella academy #stranger things #the hunger games #once upon a time #crossover

[iliketopgun]

He's mine!

Tw: bad writing, sight obsessive behavior?, mentions of someone sitting on someone else's lap, an OC, unestablished romantic relationship, not beta read (because I don't have anyone lol)

Seeing Charlie woo the girls made Vanessa's blood boil, he was supposed to be her's not theirs. When he asked the other dead poets pledges to check out the "poets garden" she was out of there near immediately, her skirt swishing as she got out of the cave quickly. She walked away from the boys trying not to dissolve into bitter tears

"Don't cry you're not a baby Vanessa"

Vanessa says to herself quietly. When someone grabbed her shoulder she spun around about to take her anger out on them but it was Meeks, sweet reliable Meeks

"Hey Meeks what do you need?"

She asked before wiping her face

"Are you ok Vanessa?"

He asked her "Yeah just things." She replied before wrapping her coat closer around her

"It's freezing out here! Why did Charlie kick us out!"

She rants

"I'm stopping them!"

She says indignantly and barges into the cave to find the blonde girl Tia? Tina? Whatever her name was perched on Charlie's lap and she coughs interrupting

"We have to go Charlie we'll get caught"

Vanessa says before turning her heel and walking out, a slight grin on her pale face Vanessa 1 Charlie 0 . She walked back to Welton, quietly talking with the other boys

"That's bull!"

Vanessa jeered at Cameron before they got quiet as they walked to the dorms

"See ya"

Vanessa whispers before shutting her dorm door and leaning against the solid oak. One day she would be happy with Charlie as her boyfriend

Banner belongs to @/cafekitsune

#vanessa keating #charlie dalton #dead poets society #charlie dalton x oc #iliketopgunocs