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The Dead Poets Society Info

system info, tag system, primary posters info

"Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa."

We are 'The Dead Poets Society', not as some sort of massive euphemism for trauma, rather just because we enjoyed the movie Good Will Hunting.

Currently, our most frequent fronters are all men, and as such we'd much prefer if you defaulted to more masculine terms. Collectively, we don't have a name that we all use, but the tags on the post will be correspondent to who is posting, save for one of us whom has their own account. Do not use they/them or we/us on us unless we explicitly tell you that is okay. We are adults, please treat us as such and do not belittle/infantilize us.

Please do not send us asks regarding surgeries or organs.

Bosie ; He/Him ; #bosie.txt, #bosie.reblog, #bosie.answers, #bosie.imagines

Thebia ; He/They ; #theson, #olacryma, #thefather #theholyspirit

Fox ; He/Him ; #werelive, #staroftheshow, #streunderfuchs, #livestream

general tags;

#lacrymosa (text), #venividivici (reblogs), #mementomori (answers), #carpediem (imagines/fantasies), #cogitoergosum (nsft)

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never post

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I have found our neighbor to be a troubling man. Three days ago, after swearing he was no longer in the contagion period, he entered our room and we had some tea with him. He seemed rather polite, albeit awkward, and he didn't speak much in response to our attempts at conversation, just fidgeted with the cup and watched steam from the tea. After a while he took his kettle, thanked us for having him, and left. A night or two ago a doctor man went into his room. Now the fool is sick. Not to mention he does not ever speak too in depth of this beloved he frequently mentioned whenever he spoke. I almost worry he's in a unhealthy relationship, but whatever.

All of that is to say our neighbor is quite the odd man.

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That fucking smartass fox I'm going to kill him

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Poltergeist is bothering me again. I'm tired of hys nonsense, he is 8, he is mature enough to tend to himself.

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Poltergeist is being a brat. He is upset I did not allow him to converse with Sir Oscar Wilde off of anon. He is currently moping about with a sheet over hys head and complaining that Fox would let him, as if I am Fox. Laughable.

Hy can get hys own sideblog in a moment, when I am done here.

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No, Bosie, I do not care that you want to message Oscar Wilde. You will listen to Cubicles and lay awake at night having vague recollections and eventually cry like the rest of us, you bastard.

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Why must blonde men be the most irritating. Referring mainly to Bosie, since he knows nothing but how to agitate others.