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"two likes isn't a lot" imagine two boys kissing in the dead poet's cave
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"two likes isn't a lot" imagine two boys kissing in the dead poet's cave
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oh your storyline is an allegory for conformity/queerness? and you're doomed by the narrative? wowww that's crazy. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party? should we invite neil perry.
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someone at the function yells "who's that dark-haired boy whose photo you keep in your wallet?" and todd, cam, and meeks all stop dead in their tracks and slowly turn around
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the dps boys have a running gag where whenever they're asked what their "poets society" is all about, they will without fail reply with "i just call it the society. just a glimpse into how much of a poet i am." whilst doubling over with laughter and barely being able to finish the joke.
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mr. keating in a modern au individually emails the dead poets "you have attachment issues" without providing any context whatsoever. they're all awoken by the notification and the email they are met with has them bolting upright in bed, half awake, squinting at their phone like it's a foreign object, gears in their brains turning, overcome with dread, thinking "he knows. he can see right through me." panicked, keating immediately follows it up with "file attachment issues! under the assignment! whew i apologize for that. have a good night, boys!"
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knox overstreet the typa guy to make a huge deal out of his friends sharing a kiss indirectly. neil lets todd have a bite of his food? indirect kiss. pitts uses the same stick of chapstick right after meeks does? indirect kiss. charlie attempts to play cameron's clarinet to tick him off so he does the same with charlie's saxophone in retaliation? just make out already.
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a few months before neil's death, he jokingly—out of the blue—said during a society meeting: "you know, if anything ever happens to me, i grant you all permission to say 'i swear on my dead homeboy' and lie." cut to a year after his death, to the poets sneaking not-so-stealthily out of campus post-curfew and presenting the bouncer of a village pub a set of fake ids, and charlie reassuring everyone by saying neil was probably smiling down at them at that very moment.
𝒟𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐔 ౨ৎ : a headcanon compilation
⊹ charlie regularly tweets things like "it's so hard being so athletic and attractive and smart and funny like i am so perfect," immediately followed by "cam delete that retweet right now this does not apply to you."
⊹ knox comments "u da real dead poet" under a photo dump of society meeting pictures neil posts. however, this is sometime after his attempt and knox realizes a second too late how bad the implications are of this sound. he frantically scrambles to delete the comment and just has to put the phone down afterwards and face the wall in reflection.
⊹ charlie starts an instagram countdown for his birthday nine months before it happens.
⊹ neil is annoyingly photogenic. and not in the "dang he does not have a bad angle" kind of way. i mean in every existing photo of this boy — regardless of what action he's carrying out or what his previous expression was — in the picture, he'll have on the warmest most sincere smile like a child on christmas day.
⊹ pitts reposts every create mode reel that says things like "would you rather be an amazing apple or a brilliant banana" that he happens to stumble across.
⊹ meeks has a seperate account dedicated to posting tutorials and ramblings about science or robotics. his comments are flooded with people (only half-jokingly) responding with "whatever you say, ginger boy" followed by twenty heart eyes emojis. and though he finds this endearing, he genuinely does want to talk about his interests.
⊹ cameron is the most chronically offline person you'll ever meet. whenever he does hop online though, he's the driest texter out of all of them. and once every blue moon, he'll stitch reels and start debating random users, feeling obligated to correct them and point out the flaws in their logic. he dosen't write captions or hashtags, or answer follow up questions.
⊹ todd has never once changed his profile picture. it is and always will be a candid neil took of him while they were walking around the welton campus.