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I think something that's really important to consider when watching and/or analyzing Dead Poets' Society is the effect Mr Keating had on every single student in his class. Just because the movie may focus more on Neil and Todd, it is incredibly important to consider how different characters were affected by his teachings.
Of course, you have Neil and Todd. He helped Todd to come out of his shell with his friends and with poetry and writing, and he helped Neil to consider the other possibilities outside of what was planned for him.
However, he did the same thing for everyone else as he did for Neil. Specifically in the DPS, he helped Cameron learn how to break the rules sometimes and appreciate art, he helped Charlie learn to tone down his already rebellious nature, he helped Meeks and Pitts to come more out of their shells and to push the rules. Sure, with Charlie and Cam, it didn't work in the end because of Neil's death. But Neil and Todd are not the only ones affected by Keating's teachings, and they're not the only ones we should be focusing on when analyzing the movie and characters.
One part that stands out to me that explains this well, I think, is Hopkins standing up on his desk at the end in addition to the DPS and others in the class. Hopkins, although a small side character, was incredibly important to include because he was the one that didn't care about anything Mr Keating had to say in the first place. He didn't care about school or art or poetry, yet Mr Keating still affected him enough that he showed his appreciation at the end by standing on his desk. That is just how much of an effect Mr Keating had, especially when you factor in their situation and the time. (Also just in general it's an important part of media literacy to consider the viewpoints of multiple different characters but yeah. I especially just really enjoy considering things from other perspectives but yeah.)
Specifically with the students learning how to push the boundaries, consider what other options there were, he definitely did that for everyone. With some, it didn't work, addled by grief and past loyalties. But Neil and Todd are not the only ones he did that for. Without Mr Keating, none of them (esp Neil) might have considered what was out there for them other than Ivy League and prosperous futures. The most that might have happened would be Todd coming out of his shell a bit because of Neil, or Charlie getting in trouble for acting out. (And all of this means Cameron's train of thought is completely logical but thats a post for another time.)
Anyway, as much as I love fics/etc where Mr Keating becomes like a second dad to Neil or Todd, I don't think that was what was meant to happen. He was never meant to be permanent. He was meant to show them, however briefly, what life could be. The slightest bit of traveling outside the boundaries could have changed these boys' entire lives, and probably did for a lot of those students. Without him, they wouldn't have known a life outside of what was planned for them. He's not meant to replace Mr Perry or Mr Anderson or whoever, he is meant to be a source of inspiration and encouragement and necessary rule-breaking, not a permanent figure.
(helpful not-to-scale and very high-def visual as to approx how much I think each character was affected on a scale of not rule-breaking at all to very rule-breaking 🙂↕️)
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Currently binge watching squid games and I’ve forgotten how much I love this show. From my literal love Hyun-ju to the complexity of the Frontman as a character. It’s all so good and has such strong writing.
Soft Spot
Enoch has a sweet spot for the reader’s little sister. When reader has to go out of town, Enoch steps up to watch and comfort Claire.
Several of Miss Peregrine’s wards played outside enjoying the last moments of sunshine. A few of the children kicked a ball around while the smaller children played on the seesaw. The sun was setting, but otherwise the sky was clear. The large clock tower in the small town began to chime.
The first chime echoed throughout the loop. By the third chime clouds began to form in the sky. The fifth chime signaled the sun’s final descent. By the seventh, and final, chime, the sky was dark.
Suddenly the wind began to howl as clouds moved through the sky. Mist drifted up the path from the sea to the children’s home. The children that were playing in the yard all rushed back inside the house, yet none of them seemed worried about the storm.
One of the children, a teenager named Enoch, watched the storm clouds from the kitchen window. He leaned against the counter and furrowed his brows slightly as he took in the sight outside. His eyes quickly flickered to the clock and saw it read two minutes past seven. The corner of his mouth pulled into a slight smirk as he began to count to ten. Once he reached ten, lightning flashed outside and rain began to fall.
Enoch turned away from the window and saw the youngest child, a six year old named Claire, was sitting in the bay window. Her lips were in a pout as she watched the rain. Enoch shook his head and chuckled to himself and went to sit by the young girl.
Little Claire Densmore looked up at the storm that was brewing in her loop. She clutched her soft teddy bear Enoch had given her closer to her chest. She did not like the storms that visited every night. They were loud and unpleasant. Even though they were predictable and she knew to be inside the house exactly ten seconds after 7:02 PM to avoid the rain, she still hated them.
The way the raindrops would fall down the windows of the house and prevent her from playing outside bothered her. She loved the outdoors. But even more so, the falling rain signified the arrival of the bomber planes.
Now these planes scared Claire, for they were unpredictable. One little thing could be different and it could yield a completely different result. She hated the uncertainty around whether something they did could alter the course of the planes. And if the plane dropped a bomb a little earlier the bird might not catch it. The thought always terrified her. It scared her so much that the very thought of it caused her backmouth to anxiously grind its teeth. She felt one of her bright blonde curls get caught on one of the sharp teeth in her backmouth.
Enoch noticed movement from the back of Claire’s head and pulled away her hair. He saw her backmouth anxiously chewing on some of the curls. He frowned a little and took one of her ribbons and began to plait her hair.
Claire seemed to relax as she felt the boy’s fingers in her hair. His touch was gentle as he worked her curls into a messy braid. He fished in his pocket and after a moment took out some pins so he could pin the braid into a bun. Once the hair was out of the way, her backmouth stopped gnawing on it.
Enoch chuckled, “Are you scared, little one?”
Claire turned her attention back to Enoch and nodded her head. Her eyes were wide, and she looked sheepish, almost embarrassed to admit it. “I don’t like that Y/N had to visit another loop. I miss her.”
Enoch just smiled softly and ruffled her hair. “No need to worry, you’re sister will be back tomorrow. And in the meantime, the rain’s outside and you’re inside, all warm and safe.”
Claire pouted and climbed onto Enoch’s lap, still holding her teddy bear. Enoch only chuckled at the gesture and began to rub the back of the small child. She relaxed a little as she felt Enoch’s warm hand running up and down her back. Enoch’s gaze fell back to the world outside, and he watched as the gardens flooded with rainwater.
Claire trembled slightly in Enoch’s lap, clearly terrified of the lightning and thunder. Enoch rubbed her back reassuringly. He whispered to her, “Do you want me to do the back tracing game?”
Claire nodded her head eagerly and Enoch chuckled. He placed her down on the floor and sat right behind her. His fingers lightly grazed her spine. He began to hum softly.
“Around the world in eighty days,” his voice was soft as he traced a circle on her back.
He began to draw a large x on her back as he whispered, “X marks the spot, four big boulders and one tiny rock.”
Claire giggled as he poked the center of her back lightly. She began to mumble the words to the rhyme as well. In unison they both whispered, “Spiders crawling up your back. Snakes slithering down. Spiders crawling up your back. Snakes slithering down.”
Claire’s tension left her body as Enoch shook her slightly. He just chuckled, “A shake and a squeeze and a nice cool breeze. Now you have the shiveries.”
She giggled at the feeling. Goosebumps covered her skin and she shivered. Claire turned back towards Enoch and climbed back into his lap. Even though it was still raining outside, the tension seemed to have left her body. She snuggled into him as she held her teddy bear. Enoch just sat there and continued to rub her back as they listened to the rain together.
Later that night, after all the peculiar children ate dinner, they rushed to the window to observe Miss Peregrine. She walked out in the rain with a sleek umbrella. Her face was mostly hidden by the material, but she seemed to be counting. Slowly, she watched as the seconds ticked by on her pocket watch.
Enoch looked up at the sky and saw the planes from the night before flying overhead. The plane swooped low in the sky and opened its hatch. A large bomb fell out from the bottom and started to fall towards the house. Claire anxiously held Enoch’s hand, even though she knew they would be okay.
Miss Peregrine waited, watching as the bomb got closer and closer to the house. Right when her pocket watch hit thirteen minutes past nine, she wound it back. The bomb ascended back into the sky and into the plane. The plane flew backwards and out of sight.
Claire relaxed as she saw the plane disappear. Soon the rain was being pulled up from the ground and shooting back into the sky. Even though she hated the bomber planes, Claire loved watching the loop’s reset.
She stood on her tiptoes as she watched the rain rise further into the sky and the clouds move around. Miss Peregrine continued to wind her pocket watch resulting in the sun rising once again to reveal a sunny day.
As she kept winding her watch, the sun made its way back over the horizon. The sun set again plunging the island into darkness once more. The reset was complete and now the loop was ready to repeat its twenty four hour increment.
Claire tugged on Enoch’s hand making him look down at her. Her eyes were droopy and she yawned. Enoch shook his head playfully and scooped her up in his arms. She relaxed in his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. She slowly drifted off to sleep as he carried her up the stairs.
Enoch carefully walked up the stairs to Claire’s room. He gently pushed open the door to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She curled up on the soft mattress and hugged her teddy bear closer to her. Enoch took her comforter and placed it over her small frame. Claire dosed peacefully as she was engulfed in the warmth from the blanket.
Enoch slowly closed the door behind him and went back down the stairs. He bumped into Emma on the way down. Emma was a pretty girl about the same age as Enoch. Her hair was a pale blonde that complimented her pale skin. Emma gave Enoch a knowing look.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What?”
She chuckled as she looked at the boy. “You are such an interesting case O’Connor. Snippy with others and yet you are a big softie with Claire.”
Enoch rolls his eyes. “And what’s wrong with being sweet to Claire?”
“Nothing,” Emma smiles. “Just be glad Y/N didn’t see it, otherwise she might be all over you. She’s so protective of her little sister, I bet she’d love you.”
Enoch’s ears heat up at the mention of your name. He turns his head to the side and smiles softly.
His face slowly heats up with a soft blush. “I think I’d be okay with that.”
I have some ideas for angst and want to know if I should explore them. It is not what I typically write, so I want to know if that is something yall want to see.
Angst?
Yes
No
Natasha cooking head cannons
Okay but imagine Natasha learning how to cook your favorite meal since it reminds you of home.
She scours the internet trying to find the right recipe, spending way more time than necessary.
But she loved you, and you were worth it.
Her red hair thrown into pig tails as she worked in the kitchen.
Her trying to use the potato peeler before ultimately deciding her throwing knives did a better job.
Checking the oven temperature constantly to make sure it wasn’t too hot.
Accidentally burning the chicken since she was too busy worrying about some other side.
Apologizing profusely before you kiss her.
Commenting how you taste like sugar
Smiling when you said you sneaked one of the cookies she made.
I'm Sorry
Young!Haymitch Abernathy x Reader
Summary: Moments of Haymitch having to mentor his ex-girlfriend
Warnings: Canon-level violence, implied smut, cheating, alcohol consumption
Word Count: 5.1K
Masterlist
“Haymitch!” I called my boyfriend’s name as he stepped off the train. He had just won the Hunger Games. Not just the Hunger Games, the second Quarter Quell. Where he competed with 47 other tributes. When he had won I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for him to come home. But then I went to his family’s home and found nothing but the bleeding bodies of his parents and younger brother.
When he finally reached me, having to fight through the throngs of excited District 12 citizens, he wiped away my tears with a smile, mistaking them for tears of joy. “I’m back, sweetheart,” he smiled, pressing his forehead to mine. But as he pulled away he noticed my lack of a smile. “What?” he asked, fear creeping into his throat.
“I’m so sorry,” I cried, handing him his parents’ wedding rings. He immediately knew what that means.
“No,” he tried to deny, shaking his head. “No.”
I will elaborate on this but imagine MobBucky has to kidnap you for whatever reason, ransom, to send a message, insert your preference here and he has you tied up in some room of his house. It’s all fine until he hears the scraping of the chair moving against the floor so he, Steve and Sam go over to make sure you’re not trying to escape.
He the closer he gets, the louder the scraping is, he bursts through the door.
“You better not try to lea-what-what the hell are you doing-
You momentarily stop your scooting to look and him and then back at your destination, only to start all over again. You were so close, you didn’t care if your hands were bound, you’d find a way-
“What’s she doing in there” Steve questioned, seeing Bucky run an exasperated hand over his face.
“She’s trying to pet the cat”
“What?”
Bucky stared at you as you finally reached where his very white, very spoiled fur baby was perched. He was so sure she’d try and swat at you, at the very least hiss, after all, she was as picky and grumpy as her daddy-
“Merp” she hopped down to nuzzle against your leg, bumping her head against you with a happy purr. “Meow-
“Alright, that’s enough, Alpine get over here”
The sassy feline gave him a hard stare before reluctantly pulling away and sauntering over, batting his leg before trotting off. He was supposed to be the leader of his gang and meanwhile his hostage was trying to pet his cat who just scolded him after being told to leave.
“Well thanks for that” You gave him an annoyed huff, obnoxiously scooting back to where the chair originally was.
“Brat” Bucky mumbled his breath, biting back the smile that almost made its way to his face.
Almost.
Not really related to normal post but I just started seeing this guy and he is sooo tall. And the little gremlin in me is loving it. Like he is 6’7 and I am 5’3 (okay actually I’m just under 5’3) so the height difference?!?!
It’s so fanfiction to me and ugh… I should write something with it.
Who should I do it with?
Steve rogers
Bucky Barnes (winter soldier)
Bucky Barnes (post winter soldier)
Mattheo riddle
Theodore nott
Thor
Natasha
Jasper Hale
Yelena
Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends
Slams the reblog button so damn fast
I love you!!!
Guys I’m like legitimately sobbing, so my grandmother passed away on Monday and after going through some of her things she apparently still had my grandfathers dog tags from Vietnam. He died twenty years ago and she had lost her memory so she didn’t remember that they were married or him for that matter yet she kept them. Like that is such a tragically beautiful story.
Alpine
You and Bucky had both been having baby fever. Well to be honest fur baby fever. And so here you and Bucky were, going to the animal shelter.
It was loud and smelled a lot like wet dog, but there was a certain charm about the place. Bucky held your hand in his soft, human one. He gently pulled you along as you walked to the front desk.
The lady at front was sweet and gently pointed you two in the cat direction. (Bucky had had a pet cat when he was little and wanted another kitty.)
The lady chuckled softly as she saw bucky’s eager steps. You squeezed his hand playfully.
“You’re like a kid in a candy store James”
He just playfully rolled his eyes. “I’m just so excited. We get to be cat parents!”
His enthusiasm made you giggle. It was contagious and soon you felt your smile widen.
Bucky pushed open the door and immediately squatted down to look at the cats roaming around. There were several all ranging in size and color.
A light orange cat walked straight past Bucky to the water dish making him laugh. He looked like he was in heaven.
Bucky sat on the ground and began to lightly pet any of the cats that came up to him. Several seemed fascinated with his metal arm.
You laughed as a few cats tried to gnaw on his metal fingers and went to explore the floor.
You began smiling as you saw all the cats interacting with each other.
“Excuse me”
You jumped startled by the noise. The lady from before stood behind you a calm smile on her face.
You blushed and smiled “yes?”
“Is there a specific cat you and your husband are looking for?”
You glanced around the room “my husband has his heart set on a white cat. He had a little kitten when he was a boy and he was solid white.”
The lady’s smile faltered slightly. “Well we do have one. But most people pass her up. She’s been here for a year”
She motioned for you to follow her to the corner. Asleep against the wall was a fluffy white cat. She was beautiful and you couldn’t fathom why anyone wouldn’t want her.
And then you saw it.
You dropped to the floor, squatting next to her as you gasped. “Bucky!”
Bucky’s head perked up at his name. He seemed confused but quickly made his way over to you.
He looked down at the cat and you saw his heart visibly melt when saw.
She only had three legs.
The little cat opened her eyes. They were so pretty and she looked so calm. You gently reached a hand out towards her and held it for her to smell.
She sniffed it and then gave your finger a single lick. You were already in love. And so was Bucky.
He kept looking at her missing back leg. He gently reached out with his metal arm and ran a finger over her hip. She purred slightly.
Bucky smiled. “I think we found our baby”
You giggled “she’s just like daddy.”
Bucky laughed at that. Suddenly his eyes lit up. “We can get matching prosthetics!”
You giggled and the worker laughed. “I’m glad she’ll finally get a happy home”
You turned to her and whispered, careful to not spook the cat. “What’s her name”
“This is alpine”
Flashback to one of my favorite pieces. It’s sooo cute 💕💕
ASMR
Okay so I am definitely an asmr enjoyer. Like I listen to it most nights. Anyway, this got me thinking: imagine reader introducing Bucky to ASMR to help him sleep.
You wake to an arm slapping your stomach causing you to jolt awake. Amid your surprise, you notice bucky’s arm laying across your stomach.
Instead of being sound asleep, he was tossing and turning. Even thrashing.
The sight broke your heart. He said he often had night terrors. This was just the first time you saw one.
You guys had moved in together recently and Bucky was scared that you seeing him vulnerable would make you scare you away. But nothing he could would. You loved him. Even if he didn’t know that yet.
You gently shake him awake. His painful expression being too much for you to take.
Bucky’s eyes shoot open and he sits up in bed breathing heavy.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something? Are you hurt?” His breaths are frantic as he looks at you. His eyes are wide with worry.
“No,” you say softly, “I’m okay.”
He immediately relaxes when he hears you.
You gently reach out and take his hand in yours. “You were having a nightmare”
He looks away ashamed, “Doll… I… well I tried to warn you. I mean… I understand if it’s too much”
You squeeze his hand gently. “No, I can handle it. But are you okay?”
He shrugs “I’m not really ready to talk about this yet. Do you think we can just lay down?”
You nod your head. “Yeah we can do that, and I have an idea that’ll help”
He quirks an eyebrow slightly as he lays back down. His eyebrows furrow even more when you grab your phone and a pair of earbuds.
You plug in the headphones and hand him one of the earbuds, the other one resting in your ear.
“Listen to this, it’s called ASMR. It always helped me sleep when I had bad anxiety. Maybe it can help you too”
Bucky takes the earbud and hesitantly puts it in his ear. As soon as he does he relaxes as the sounds take over.
The video you had selected included soft humming and raindrops. It was incredibly calming. And he loved it.
He roles over and hugs you. His lips press against your forehead in a kiss, “thanks doll”
“You like it?”
He chuckles slightly, his body releasing its built up tension. “I do, thank you”
Spa Day
A/N: I was listening to Marconi Union’s weightless while writing. You know just in case you want the ambiance.
You sit on the floor in a peaceful meditation. Your shoulders relaxing as you inhale and exhale. Bucky sits next to you, his knee touching yours.
He wears a pair of basketball shorts so you feel his warm skin on yours. The connection makes you smile softly. Bucky begins to hum softly as he meditates.
It’s peaceful.
Very peaceful.
And for Bucky, peace is something he craves. So he jumped at the chance to join you on your spa day.
You gently tap his knee with your finger in order to get his attention. He opens one eye, peaking at you.
He gives a crooked smile when he sees your face. “Yeah doll?”
You stand up softly and offer him a hand. “Time for our facials”
Bucky’s smile brightens and he quickly gets to his feet. He had never had a facial before and had been inspecting the mask earlier that day. The green paste was interesting to him. He even smelled it to find that it smelled like cucumber and mint.
He liked the smell.
You giggle as you take Bucky to the bathroom. “Okay baby sit on the chair, I’ll get the brush”
He happily obliges, allowing himself to get comfortable in the plush chair. It’s soft, and smells like you.
You return with a green stained brush and the jar. You lightly dip the brush in the jar gathering a dollop on the bristles.
Softly, you brush the substance on his face. It’s cool on his skin making him relax even more.
“That feels nice doll”
You giggle, “with your super soldier stamina you always run hot. Sooo that makes sense”
He chuckles at your remark. He continue to lather the mask on his face.
You set down the brush and cheekily sneak a kiss causing him to laugh. He reaches up to touch the mask that got on your nose.
He smears it a little bit and gives you a wink. “You’re turn now doll”
He switches places with you and grabs the brush. In the most gentle of motions he applies the mask to your face. The entire time smiling at how beautiful you look.
Once he finishes he gently sets the jar aside. He offers you his hand and laces your fingers together. His smile is the biggest you’ve ever seen.
And unbeknownst to you, that was the moment Bucky decided he would marry you.
Pick one
Enoch O’Connor cuddling
Baking with steve
Spa day with Bucky
made a lil mphfpc comic!
Everything is taken right from book one! >:) go read it if you haven't (and if you have, reread it!!!)
OH MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Shout out to those 20 gay kids who read mphfpc and keep the fandom alive