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cherrybombfangirl · 1 year

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I just rewatched Dead Poets Society for the first time in a while and it made me ✨ FEEL THINGS ✨ and now I’m sad so here’s some happy headcanons:

The movie ends with the play obviously

After they graduate, the DPS continues to get together as much as they can even as some travel a lot or move away

Neil and Todd are “roommates” and the others visit them frequently, staying overnight from their travels

They have DPS meetings on Fridays no matter how many are there

They mail copies of the poems to the ones who couldn’t make it

They even tracked down Mr. Keating and mail him copies of all their poems (he treasures every single one ❤️)

Todd and Neil write most of their poems about each other, they won’t admit it, but everyone knows

When they’re a few decades older Neil and Todd finally realize and confess their feelings. They tell Mr. Keating first a few months before he died and he’s proud as can be

Then they tell the rest of the Dead Poets and they’re all like “I KNEW IT! TOOK YOU IDIOTS LONG ENOUGH!”

When gay marriage is finally legalized all the Dead Poets are in their 80s or 90s but none of them care

Neil and Todd get married obviously

They don’t care about a ceremony, just wanting the other Dead Poets there while they sign the papers

They do write vows for each other in poetry form though and it’s BEAUTIFUL

The others are all screaming and crying their support ❤️

#dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #anderperry #THIS MOVIE BROKE ME BUT I LOVE IT ❤️❤️❤️

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average-joseph · 1 year

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I found a google doc from last December of my what I think happened after Welton so here's the most coherent parts.

Keating left for London to be with his wife and he never taught again.

Charlie didn’t do well after being expelled. He didn’t transfer to another school. He didn’t go to college. He was a mess and he didn’t recover for a while. He drowned his sadness in alcohol and cigarettes. He barely kept a job for longer then a few months. The poets tried to reach out to him sometimes by calling or sending letters, but Charlie never responded. One lonely night at the bar, Charlie felt like he failed the poets by living like he was. He thought if Keating or the other poets knew, they’d be deeply disappointed in him. He was here feeling sorry for himself while they were out living. Feeling like he was wasting what Keating taught him to stand for he decided to do something. After all, he was the daring one. The next morning Charlie enlisted for the Vietnam War, and never came home.

Meeks went to Yale with Pitts, and went on to work for Nasa. Yes he was an important scientist who helped with the moon landing. Him and Todd had reunions twice a year. They would take a small trip somewhere every summer, and they would meet again in December on the day Neil died and share stories about him. They’d visit his gravesite as well. Even though Meeks was a man of science, it couldn’t save his body when he died of cancer in the late 80s. Pitts and Todd were right by his side.

Todd wasn’t going to let everything Mr. Keating showed him go to waste. He worked really hard in college. He wasn’t as academically gifted, but that didn’t stop him from being almost the top of his class out of sheer effort. In college he started working on a biography about Neil’s life. He wrote down everything he knew about him, and even went to Neil’s parents to tell him what they remembered. He finished it shortly after he graduated. Todd went on to become a journalist. He traveled everywhere, and wrote amazing stories about the people he met and the things he saw. Todd is the only one of the poets still living. He’s about 80 now, and he still lives despite his age. He’s retired, but he still writes poetry and stories. Jeff’s grandchildren are very close to Todd. They ask him sometimes if he wants a laptop to write with, and he tell them that they can pry his typewriter out of his cold dead hands. He feeds birds sometimes. He doesn’t care about his health, if someone says that he should be careful he tells them he isn’t dead so he can do whatever he wants. Todd doesn’t talk very much, but when he does Jeff’s grandkids listen very intently because they hear stories from him he’s never talked about before.

#I'm sorry this isn't a full list but the rest doesn't make sense #December me can't be accounted for #dead poets society #I wrote this during New Years lol

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ithinkthereforeidread · 3 years

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the dead poets: 1959-19856 (part 1)

neil: even after his suicide attempt, his father never seemed to consider the implications of his actions. on his final day at Welton, he declines his acceptance to Harvard for Pre-Med, says his goodbyes to his friends inside and out of Welton (most specifically in his local community theatre, who have raised enough funds for a first month’s rent in a NYC apartment) and takes the first train to New York City.

he takes todd with him. the first steps he takes off the train, he collapses to the ground, sobbing, and is held by todd. this is his first step in a journey of happiness, letting the emotional abuse, controlling nature and unhappy last 18 years of his life go. in 1986, hes a tony award winner, still living comfortably with his roommate (wink wink) Todd Anderson and is in the process of travelling to Stratford-Upon-Avon to play Puck in The Royal Shakespeare Company’s performance of A Midsummer Nights Dream. He is happy, at last.

todd: todd’s worst days came after neil’s suicide attempt, sneaking in constantly to see a comatose neil in the hospital- it took constant arguing between mr perry and the psychologists at the hospital for Mr Perry to keep neil enrolled in Welton. his writing was at an all time slump until the moment he saw neil walk through the doors of their dorm room. neil’s journey to happiness was rocky, but neil cites todd as his one source of stability in those last weeks at Welton, and todd’s own happiness returns through neil’s presence.

todd furthers his knowledge by studying english literature at columbia. consistently writing poems and publishing his first collection at 20. they gain prominence and todd anderson dedicates his poems to the dead poets, neil, but most importantly to mr john keating. the madman who let him know that everything inside him was not worthless and embarrassing. in 1986, he’s in post grad, training to be a teacher.

charlie: charlie dalton raises hell his last week at Welton. frustrated, sad, enraged at the system and how it’s treated himself and his friends, he makes Mr Nolan’s life a living hell. he cries himself to sleep every night, though no one knows this, he returns in the morning with a smirk and a hunger for trouble. he visits neil in the hosptial with todd his last day, and talks to neil for hours, neil tells charlie years later he remembers every single word he said, and he sees charlie go red for the first time in his life-long friendship with him.

charlie originally goes to dartmouth to learn to be a banker, at his fathers wishes, though the poet’s don’t find out till much later, as his expulsion from Welton in his last year got him kept under the grasp of his family. neil and todd soon later find a soaking wet charlie dalton at their front door in New York City. leaving his family and dartmouth a year into his degree after his father catches him with a boy from his finance class. he moves to New York City and goes from banking major to underground jazz saxophonist. neil and todd watch his crowded bar shows every friday night. in 1986, he’s a celebrity in the NYC jazz world, naming his adopted son with his partner Neil Todd Dalton. who would’ve thought he’d be the family type ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#dead poets society #dead poets honor #dead poets in nyc #dead poets headcanons #dead poets #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #nuwanda #nuwanda dalton #writings #dps writings

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the-movie-ends-after-midsummer · 3 years

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After Neil Died

- Charlie and Todd spend most of Christmas break together

- Neil was going to be there, but that obviously doesn’t work out

- “I know I’m not Neil, but-” “shut up, Charlie. You’re more of a brother than mine ever was”

- They have to spend Christmas Day with their families

- Todd’s parents get mad at him

- He instinctively signals for Charlie to help diffuse the situation (yes, they have a signal for that)

- Todd realizes Charlie isn’t there which makes the panic attack worse

- Todd refuses to go back to Welton after Christmas (too many memories of Neil)

- He goes to school with Charlie

- After they graduate they move in together and stay single (Neil was Todd’s one true love, and Charlie’s so damn depressed that he can’t even bring himself to love anyone like that. He loves Todd and he loves Neil and that’s enough for him)

- After a few years, they move to England and live close to Keating

- They have tea on Sundays

- They travel around Europe and read poetry and have tea together

- The rest of the Poets (yes, even Cameron) surprise them one week (it’s a very emotional reunion)

- They go back to the States every year for a good chunk of December

- They visit Neil every year on the anniversary. Without fail

- While they’re in the States, they have meetings in the Indian Cave (that’s the only time Todd ever goes anywhere near Welton.)

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

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olemotionalass · 3 years

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Some older dps headcanons that I made that nobody asked for. (Neil lives au/ Modern au).

Trigger warning: mentions of attempted suicide.

• Neil and Todd get married and adopt twins (a boy and a girl)

• Knox and Chris breaks up and Knox dates Charlie and Chris dates Ginny

• Meeks and Pitts get married, they’re both Asexual

• Cameron apologizes to the group and they forgive him, he also grows up to be the headmaster at Welton

• Todd becomes an English teacher, Neil becomes a theater teacher

• Todd is a published author and even writes plays for Neil :)

• The dead poets are all really close and created a big family, they spend almost everyday together, yes, even Cameron

• Todd and Neil’s son ends up dating Charlie and Knox’s son

• Meeks and Pitts have a podcast and they talk about academics, helps tons of people with school work

• They all still keep in touch with Mr. Keating, he’s like the father/ grandpa figure

• Knox and Charlie are really good cooks and cooks for every dps meal and holidays

• Cameron is actually such a good headmaster and cares so much for the students and their safety and health, after Neil attempted suicide

• All the boys get matching tattoos

• Todd and Neil’s kids’ middle names are Charlotte and John

• Cameron is a single dad and a good one

• Todd and Neil’s relationship is so healthy

• Charlie is the chaotic uncle and everyone loves him, he teaches the kids how to play the sax

• the poets read poems at Todd and Neil’s wedding

• Jeff Anderson and Todd become really close with each other, they don’t talk to their parents anymore

• Neil’s dad doesn’t talk to him at all but his mom comes to visit and she loves all the boys

• Meeks and Pitts travel all over the world and sends pics to the group chat

• Cameron lets girls in Welton, claims “I don’t know, Charlie, I just got a phone call from god, he said we should have girls at Welton”

• They’re all huge nerds and they’re kids act like it’s embarrassing but really love it

• the dps boys being one big happy family and loving each other

#dead poets society #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson #neil perry #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #john keating #chris noel #ginny danburry #headcanons #dps #dps headcanons

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jemej3m · 5 years

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A prompt for your consideration: pro Exy player Kevin Day, many years into his career, taking a sabbatical. He heads to Ireland to get in touch with mother's side of the family. Enjoys slowing down, reading + meets a man who falls in love with him as he is, not Kevin Day the Exy star.

okay but irish history is so rich and so awful and no one even cares at all about it, so this is the idea i got

Kevin was well used to flying, but usually it was towards Exy, not away from it.

Neil would tell him he was flying away from his problems, running from them, if you will, but Kevin disagreed. He was returning. He just needed some time to himself. It was unlike him, he knew, to want to set Exy aside and live differently for a moment. His life depended on Exy. It was what he was risen upon. Some assumed that it all he could realistically talk about or be interested in.

But even the world-famous, most talented striker known to Exy needed some variation.

He and Thea had separated a while ago: Maybe that was why he’d found his life so monotonous recently. She always had provided a welcome distraction from the chaos and the constant threat of death looming over his head.

But he was thirty five now, and the Moriyamas had laid off. He earned them well into the millions. They could live with him taking an off-season to himself.

(That was Neil’s suicidal confidence getting to him. After all this time, it was bound to.)

He tapped his fingers against the armrest of his chair as the plane rumbled down the runway and flung itself into the sky.

He was finally homebound.

Kevin’s mother was tucked into a dismal corner in Newry. He’d flown into Belfast and rented a car to work his way from North Ireland down into Ireland. He stopped at gas stations and pubs and no one really knew who he was.

He kept the tattoo concealed by a few splotches of makeup, just in case.

Anonymity was a beautiful thing. He could book into a hotel room without the receptionist gushing wildly over him: He could sit outside on a park bench with only a pastie and a bottle of water (no more alcohol, not since college) and no one would waddle up to him and bother him.

The quiet was - well overdue.

He crossed the border on the way to Omeath, looping around and falling back to Dundalk.

He didn’t even mean to stay there - he’d intended to travel to Dublin and reconnect with lost family ties, somehow - but he saw a small, water-logged poster outside of a quaint looking cafe and decided to stay an extra night.

Irish History: Come and Chat! 6pm with Professor Meir

Kevin was a fucking sucker for history. He missed it more than he was willing to admit, but he was alone here: No one knew him, no one needed to, and that was fine.

So he booked himself a bed-and-breakfast and spent the day in Dundalk’s public library, letting his fingers brush across the spines of novels and poetry.

He had the time. He could read Keats and Heaney and Joyce. He could try interpret the non-translated version of Sweeney’s journey, or even attempt Ulysses and enjoy proper European coffee beans and fresh produce that was a staple rather than a privilege.

He ended up in the public library for hours, reading an annotated version of 1979′s Field Work, completely and utterly absorbed. There was a chair opposite him, and for a good half an hour, he sat and constructed an image of Kayleigh Day, wondering what would have happened if she’d just lived.

He didn’t miss his mother, really. He just - wished they’d had more time. Wished he could venture through their homeland together, hand in hand, and have her point out where she grew up, where she went to school, where she picked up a lacrosse stick and decided to change the rules.

At five-thirty he went out to grab something to eat, walking slowly back to the little brown-stone cafe, tucked into an alleyway’s darkest nook. The warm glow emanating from the windows was inviting and Kevin gave up on stalling time, entering the premise and removing his coat.

The cafe had wooden beams running across its ceiling and a fire crackling in the corner. All the chairs had been dragged to face the mantelpiece, which heralded a man about Kevin’s age. He didn’t strike Kevin as a professor. Where was the coat, the slacks, the boater shoes? Kevin’s own history professors at Palmetto had dressed so similarly that he could barely recall their differences, fifteen-odd years later, but this man looked like nothing of the sort.

He was in a white button-down, rolled up to his elbows with the top button popped. The jeans he donned were tight to his calves, his hips at a lazy tilt as he grinned at the early-comers.

Kevin was only ten minutes early, but it seemed as though there were some even more enthusiastic than him. They had to be regulars: They chatted with the professor on a first-name basis.

“Tea or coffee, love?” The patron of the cafe asked, sweeping around the tables that had been pushed aside in favour of the talk. Kevin jolted, voice stuck in his throat momentarily. His tattoo was still covered, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” He said carefully. “Cappuccino, please.”

She clucked her tongue distastefully but then winked at him, sending two completely contradictory signals. “Americans.”

Maybe it was an Irish thing.

Kevin took his seat.

The professor acknowledged him with a reserved smile. “Newcomer. What’s your name?”

“Kevin.” He said, almost wincing at how his own accent twinged the name out of its Irish lilt.

The professor’s eyes glittered, a shade of brown deeper than the blackest coffee. “Welcome, Kevin. I’m Cian.”

“Fitting.” Kevin muttered. Cian meant ancient.

The man laughed: it sounded like bells. “Your accent is deceiving. I’m guessing you’re Irish?”

“Northern.” Kevin agreed. “My mother was Northern Irish.”

Cian gave him an appreciative look, lifting his chin slightly so that the curls shifted out of his gaze. His hair reminded Kevin of Nicky. Maybe Kevin could go visit Nicky and Erik on the way home: He hadn’t seen them in years.

The woman handed him his coffee, ruffling his hair affectionately in that way that old women loved to do. Kevin couldn’t escape the professor’s gaze as he fixed his hair, letting his cheeks flush.

No one had recognised him as of yet, but attention outside of the Exy realm was unknown and unprecedented. Kevin would be an idiot if he couldn’t recognise the appreciative curl to the professor’s lips, but it wasn’t like he was here to act on urges he’d repressed for years.

More people arrived: The moment passed. Kevin clutched onto his mug and avoided Cian’s gaze every time he glanced in Kevin’s direction, eyeing the hint of a collarbone that peeked out from the man’s popped collar.

That wasn’t exactly helpful either, Kevin supposed. But it was all he could do to avoid the feeling of being taken apart, layer after layer of his resolve peeled back by just a warm gaze.

No one had looked at him like that in a long time.

It was -

thrilling.

ThAnK U I LovED THiS PRoMpTTttttT (i will do a part 2 i swear)

#kevin day #kevin day is HEALING #sabbatical #vacay kev woohoo #kevin is also a bisexual icon #all for the game #the foxhole court #jem writes

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tripstations · 5 years

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Interrail trips: readers’ travel tips and tales | Travel

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