#deadpoets

[inahallucination]

love to be like 'neil was down bad so fast for todd' but literally all the poets were; like a week in of todd stuttering and avoiding them and they were like yes, our new best friend (whether he likes it or not)

[colddpoet]

Anderperry fanart is what keeps me alive fr

[whoa-axel-chill]

Shout out to this image

[ruinknight]

@reeces--pieces @lucilleambrose @holeinthehedgerow

There's this thing I used to do (and would like to do it once more) called 16 days 16 bars.

The idea is that you write 16 lines everyday for 16 days.

No matter how crap your writing is. You write.

Even if your emotions aren't displayed well you write.

You write for the sake of it. To get things out. To improve. To elaborate.

Having said this I'd like to share this with you lot.

In the hopes that you'll join me :

Day 1 :

Let's do this shall we, write after a long break

No words come to my mind but I'll try to rhyme

Rewind back to the old days, I'm trying to strive

For excellence but what is required is time.

Not a lot of it I know. I just gotta go with the flow.

Get up every day and perform on repetition

My vision and mission is to reach my prime

After 16 days I'll want to rhyme naturally.

It's after a long time so I'm not writing on a beat.

I'm just writing today to my mind to work freely

I dearly love the art but it's with a heavy heart I say,

Unless I perfect my art I'll have no words to say.

Cause even if I do have them they won't mean a thing.

I need to be of gravity before you can forget my sins.

For, once I'm admirable and have achieved success

They won't look at me with hatred, my case at rest.

[team-orders]

sebmark + 💜 :) !

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss (from this prompt list)

When Mark finally mustered the strength to face the world, he decided to rip the bandage off in the most indelicate way possible: he crossed the hall to congratulate Sebastian.

He expected well-wishers to be spilling out of Seb's room, but the door was closed and things were quiet. Mark felt strange, knocking. At least if he'd been one of many, he could limit things to a perfunctory handshake and a tight nicely done. It wouldn't be about him, his failure, his goddamn P8--

Sebastian opened the door. His face was flushed, his hair wet from a shower he must have just finished, although he was all dressed and presentable in his team kit. At the sight of Mark, his mouth fell open dumbly.

"Mark." He blinked. "Hi."

"Sebastian." Mark couldn't think, at first, of where to go from there. "Can I come in?"

"Oh yes, of course, I'm--" Sebastian stumbled back a little and opened the door wider to make room for Mark. "I wasn't sure you'd want to."

Wanting to was putting it a little strongly, but Mark strode in, dragging the full weight of his disappointment along with him. It seemed to spread out and fill the room like noxious gas as soon as Sebastian closed the door. Mark wondered if they were both suffocating with it.

Probably not. Probably Sebastian was still on cloud nine.

"Honestly I thought you'd have a bit of a party going already, or I might have found something to toast."

Sebastian's eyes lit up at once. "Oh, I have some brandy. It's German, very good."

He leapt immediately at the opportunity to scrounge around, combing through his bags in search of a bottle as Mark chuckled in surprise. "That's not your usual drink."

"Well, no, but I remembered you like it." He faltered, and cast Mark this slightly worried look in the midst of opening the bottle. If Mark didn't feel like he was choking on his disappointment before, it overwhelmed him now as he saw a flash of a different world where he had a title, and Sebastian was a good sport about it, to the point that he'd planned ahead and gotten Mark--

Mark hadn't gotten Seb anything. It didn't seem real that he might need to. For a moment, he felt ashamed about it—but then he watched Sebastian pour the last vestiges of his championship hopes into disposable cups, and he decided they were even.

"To the youngest ever champion," Mark said, drily.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and said, "Shut up," even as he clinked their cups together.

They both drank. Sebastian was right: it was very good. Mark allowed the taste to saturate his tongue for a moment before saying, "Congratulations, Seb. Honestly. You deserve it."

As was always the case when Mark complimented him – because he did not do it often, at least not so emphatically – Sebastian seemed almost to glow as he asked, "Do you think so?"

If Mark didn't like this kid so much, he would hate him. For a moment, he hated him anyway. "Fuck off, you know I do."

"Yeah." Sebastian's expression went thoughtful. "You would have deserved it too."

Mark felt his brow crumple, and his voice came out more fragile than he meant it to. "Do you think so?"

Sebastian's gaze flickered across Mark's features. He swallowed at something he saw there, his Adam's apple shifting visibly. "Yes. And surely I know better than anyone, don't I?"

Something inarticulable coursed through Mark, intertwining with his failure and threatening to subsume it. He'd thought a lot about how this moment would go, when he expected things to be the other way around. He hadn't imagined any gifts, but Sebastian telling him you deserve it... Mark would be lying, if he claimed that he hadn't wished for that.

They were never just talking about the championship.

They weren't just talking about the championship now.

So Mark thought—if he couldn't have the thing he wanted most in the world--

He ducked down and kissed Seb hard, clutching so tightly to his jaw that his fingers hurt. And Seb moaned. Seb let him, opening his mouth to Mark's tongue as he pressed inside. He tasted sweet, like that very good German brandy but like rose water, too, and Mark chased it hungrily. Desperately.

It was the closest he was going to get.

[anderperrylover]

I DUNNO I LOVE THIS SONG

This song is for the DEAD POETS.

Made this a while ago and...well...

[eleftheria444]

Hoping this becomes the anderperry equivalent of that infamous Knox edit with the bow lol

[pingunaa]

neil perry forgets to drink water, full stop.