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73647e · 1 year
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i keep forgetting it’s anderperry week i NEED TO PARTICIPATE ILL SHIT MYSELF OTHERWISE FUCK
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taciturnpoet · 1 year
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the "last kiss" prompt is going to devastate me to write since i immediately had an idea and. i hate it. it made me sad instantly. went and ruined my own mood.
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giolovesyousm · 1 year
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ANDERPERRY WEEK???? IS HERE!!!!!!! I WANT TO READ AND SEE ALL OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL STUFF EVERYBODY YOU BETTER TAG ME OR KEEP ME UPDATED UH
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skz-miroh · 1 year
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watching dead poets society for the first time was a whole experience so please excuse me whilst i go make this film my entire personality
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inahallucination · 1 year
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anderperry but the first time todd kisses neil, neil straight up passes out
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asherlookit · 1 year
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kicks feet thinking about two blondes falling even more in love with their brunette partner on stage
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bproccoli · 1 year
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of transcendent longing
a dead poets society au
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screencaps from here
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amorisastrum · 4 months
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So I watched dead poets society and I absolutely love it, it's one of my hyperfixtations atm and may even become a special interest (I adore it) and one night I was speaking with my friend about a headcanon I thought of: Neil and Todd (unknowingly) wrote portrait poems of the other. They never shared them with one another.
Then, a few days later at around 2am I got hit with a sudden urge to write. So I did. I wrote two poems from the perspective of Todd and Neil. So, here are the poems.
Neil Perry about Todd Anderson
Fair acrimonious haired boy
With eyes as deep as a thousand oceans
As blue as a lake at dusk.
He is quiescent,
Yet his smile is lucent.
It settles softly on his florid lips.
His features sit in a nervous smile
And though he fights it, felicity shines through.
He is beautiful.
He is angelic.
Todd Anderson about Neil Perry
Soft lips with a lingering smirk
With traces of hopes upon them.
A euphonious voice
Full of passion, love, dreams and desires.
It is greater than any poem.
Oh delicate eyes,
Eyes that would put any work of art to shame.
They are the colour of a thousand dying leaves
And yet they are so full of life.
A kind soul.
With kind hands
And a kind voice
And kind eyes
And kind features
And what can only be assumed to be kind lips.
Oh, how he is the prettiest of all the stars,
And oh. Oh, how he is the prettiest of all the heavens.
(the second one is probably one of my favourite poems I've ever written I adore it)
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lesbicosmos · 11 months
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dps sims again
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why is pitts playing chess by himself :(( where's his husband at
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okay he's cooking with knox...this could either go really well or really badly
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todd's writing yet another book, he's a writing machine
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i love that sim charlie and cameron are always bickering and doing the mischief interactions but they're still rly good friends, it's so accurate
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todd and keating having a mini dance party?? yeah makes sense
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they've been married for months yet still never stop flirting i love them
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charlie...why are u staring at them like that dude...that's lowkey terrifying, stop
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oh hi jareth what r u doing here @cowboylexapro
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jareths just besties with all the poets now
update on the cooking: they didn't burn the house down and the grilled cheeses were excellent quality!! maybe knox should cook with meeks more often, maybe there'd be less fires and everyone would be less traumatised smh
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chrisginny · 1 year
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graphics for anderperry week day 1 - life together
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cowboylexapro · 1 year
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hey guys look i made a poster
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73647e · 1 year
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i kinda wanna not write anything for last kiss cause i think i’ll cry myself into oblivion but for the vine, i will do it
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taciturnpoet · 1 year
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i swear i blinked and it became sunday what happened?? anderperry week is off to a rough start i guess
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giolovesyousm · 1 year
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todd and neil have known eachother for only three months ..
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fruitmixtape · 1 year
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anderperry week day 5 - last kiss
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cameronsactivities · 1 year
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Anderperry Week 2023, Day 6
(Proposal)
Romantics' Antics
“Todd, what’s your opinion on gay marriage?” Neil asked.
Todd looked up from his poetry in confusion. “I am gay?” He shut his notebook, flabbergasted. “We are a gay couple?”
“So you support it,” Neil said with no poorly-concealed smirk or other sign that he was pulling some elaborate joke. 
“Yes— Neil, what do you want?” Todd sighed in exasperation. 
“That’s interesting, Todd. I’ll keep that in mind.” Neil resumed reading his book and ignored all further attempts to get him to elaborate on his antics. 
Todd shook his head and got up to ransack Neil’s closet for a sweater, as the autumnal chill had begun worming its way into their apartment. When he unfolded a particular green sweater, a small black box tumbled out — a ring box. Todd’s heart rate began to climb. What had he just stumbled upon? He replaced the sweater and the box, trying his best not to smile or laugh. 
***
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Neil said, looking stunning with his sunglasses pushed up onto his head and his shirt ruffling in the breeze like a young sailor’s. He had booked a romantic ferry trip down the Hudson River, and they were watching the sunset on the stern of the ship.
“It is,” Todd agreed, watching the warm sun rays stain the muddy river orange. 
“I’ve got really good news for you.”
“What is it?” Todd gripped the ship’s railing tighter in anticipation. 
Neil smiled. “I got a role in a TV show!” he exclaimed. “It’s a medical drama loosely based on Sherlock Holmes.” 
“Really?” Todd said, simultaneously relieved and slightly miffed. His disappointment did nothing to contain his excitement for Neil, though. “That’s amazing!” he said, pulling Neil into a hug. 
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Todd examined his reflection, a few shirts and jackets already tossed over the bed. Neil had, out of the blue, invited him to dinner. Although it was cliche to propose at a restaurant, he couldn’t stop thinking about the ring box he had chanced upon a few weeks ago. 
“Are you ready?” Neil asked, cracking the door ajar. 
“Am I overdressed?” Todd had no idea what kind of venue they were going to, and hoped his simple suit would suffice. 
“I think it’s great.”
“I feel like I wear blue too much.”
“Only because it looks amazing on you.”
Todd took his eyes off the mirror and turned to Neil, giving him a chaste kiss. “Let’s go.”
During dinner, his mind was taken off the ring box when they started recounting their Welton memories and favorite poems. It was only later that night, when Todd was lying next to Neil in bed, that he thought of it again, wondering if he should buy a ring and do it himself.
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“I love you, Todd.”
“Mm-hm,” Todd responded without looking up from his book, as the phrase had become no less common than the sound of the coffee grinder in the Perry-Anderson household. 
“Would you spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Yes, Neil. We established that a long time ago.”
“Okay.” 
Todd felt something hit his shoulder, and found the black ring box in his lap. “What is this?” he said with a chuckle.
“A proposal.” 
“I know, but now?” They were both in sweatshirts and jeans, in the middle of their living room, reading by sunlight as they often did. 
“When else?”
“I don’t know, someplace more romantic,” Todd complained, or at least he pretended to. “You’re sitting on the couch.” 
“Was it Oscar Wilde who wrote ‘romance is in the uncertainty?’” Neil said ambiguously. 
Todd shrugged. “The poets are going to be so upset when I tell them you proposed on some random Saturday, especially Charlie.”
“Is it some random Saturday though?” 
Todd tried to recall any important dates in September. “Is today the anniversary of when we started junior year at Welton?”
Neil grinned. “It is.”
“I knew it!” Todd exclaimed, casting his book aside. “I knew it! I knew you there was some sentimental logic behind this. Keating taught us too well; you’re still a romantic!”
Neil laughed at Todd’s agitation. “I think you’ll be disappointed when you open the ring box, then.”
Todd had been so worked up about the mundaneness of the proposal he had forgotten to open the box. When he did, he found no ring — only a scrap of paper that said, “Marry me?” 
“Neil.” Todd stared into Neil’s eyes, which were filled to the brim with unsounded hysterical laughter. “Did you even plan this out?”
“Yes, of course. Why do you think I put the box next to your favorite green sweater?”
Todd’s jaw dropped, but it was quickly replaced with a smile. “You conspired with Charlie, didn’t you? I honestly cannot believe you did this to me. Neil!” Todd got up and chased Neil around the room, just like they did when they were younger, laughter in both of their mouths like lollipops.
They stopped each other with a kiss. “Wait. You didn’t say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ yet,” Neil said.
Todd laughed. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Todd cleared his throat. “Neil. Thank you for ruining the one and only proposal I will ever experience. Even if you don’t think it’s romantic, romance tends to find its way to you anyway. And I gladly accept it.”
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