not a poet, just a woman

seize the day (twenty-one, she/her)

[poems4girls]

todd anderson is for the quiet girls who have so much to say. the girls who are constantly thinking. the daydreamers and overthinkers. those who are concerned and wondering, but never speaking up. it's not like they do not want to do it, it's just that they can't. well they can, but sometimes they forget. when they do try to speak, their voice is quiet. they aren't heard. and so, the rest of the time they're just afraid. hence why those girls are so quiet, even though their mind is never truly silent.

[poems4girls]

what about a marauders era band!au in which the marauders are blur while the slytherin skittles (or whatever you want to call them) are oasis?

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a crossover between the secret history and dead poets society where after the play, neil runs away from home, and ends up in the woods were the greek class is having the bacchanal. they accidentally kill him, instead of the farmer, and the dps do everything they can to discover what has actually happened to their best friend.

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isn't it ironic that i believe that todd and neil's love language was silence? the moments they spent in silence were much more powerful than the ones in which they were talking. their silence was filled by all the things they left unsaid, because they didn't need to say them, they just knew.

[poems4girls]

neil lives: he travels around the contry, acting in todd’s plays.

[poems4girls]

hopkins was charlie’s first kiss

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"i wrote a poem about you."

neil's eyes widened.

"you wrote a poem about me?"

todd smiled.

"they're all about you."

[poems4girls]

do you ever think about how close todd and charlie must have gotten after neil’s death? todd probably spent most of his days in charlie’s room - sneaking out of his own - talking, crying, laughing. remembering. they told each other stories. talked about their memories with neil. charlie would talk about the shenanigans they were up to when they were much younger and innocent. like that one time neil stayed at charlie's and he fell from the swing. mr. dalton took care of him, he cleaned his scraped knees and gave him a consolatory popsicle. neil's eyes lit up, his dad would've never done that. charlie knew; he regrets not helping him more, not being by his side when he needed it most. todd would talk about the first few weeks they spent together. the deep talks they would get into. well, neil would start them, opening up with some random thought but once todd started adding to the conversation his own reflections, that's when neil stopped talking. he just listened to todd and his rants, even when they didn't make sense and he'd stop mid sentence to giggle at himself. neil was always listening. he was there for him. just like todd was there for him. but it wasn't enough. charlie and todd both loved neil and now, neil gave them a mission. they had to take care of each other. years went by, todd and charlie kept retelling each other the same old stories, keeping his memory alive in their minds. neil also wanted them to keep on experiencing life. todd and charlie lived. they lived together, apart, for as long as they could. they lived for neil too... so isn't anyone else thinking about them or is it just me?

[poems4girls]

Star-crossed Lovers

“romeo and juliet” by w. shakespeare // “holding hands feels so intimate” by claudia barbs // “the fall” by alan foster // quote by maggie stiefvater // maurice (1987) // automatic stop by the strokes // ? // ? // ? // ? // dead poets society (1984) // before sunrise (1995) // house (2004)

[poems4girls]

"Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days / Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways, / With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, / Some crimson poppy of a late delight / Atoning in its splendor for the flight / Of summer blooms and joys­ / This is September."

 Lucy Maud Montgomery, "September".