#mr nolan

[ash5monster01]

finally that time of year 🍂🤍

Dead Poets Society (1989)

[everyfandompossible]

Nolan’s speech about Neil’s death to the boys he spent most of his life with equated his whole existence to being a good student in 3 sentences and moved on to reputation control

[weltonscave]

Mr Nolan? It’s for you. It’s God!

I feel like diva by Beyoncé is just his song

[ace-misplaced]

We are dreaming of tomorrow

and tomorrow isn't coming

We are dreaming of a glory

that we don't really want

We are dreaming of a new day

when the new day's here already

We are running from the battle

when it's one that must be fought.

- todd anderson's poem

[sarinalmk]

Hello to the lovely members of the DPS community on Tumblr! Today I, Sarina, bring to you an invite to certainly THE coolest DPS discord server! We've got discussions, study rooms, roleplay, art competitions and SO MUCH MORE! The server is quite new, and we're still working on it, but don't be afraid to take a look around. We'd love to have you at the Dead Poets Society RP & Hangout! Link to the Discord Server

[shan0blight]

Very very very very hot take but.....

Mr.Nolan wouldn't have enough evidence by Cameron's claim at the end of the movie to fire Mr keating if it weren't for Charlie Dalton and his newspaper stunt.... 🫢

[gooch-cancer]

Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player!Reader

In which: You are a church pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks.

A/N: Ok before we start I wanted to say a demon possessed me and I wrote this all in a span of like...a hour. There will be more to this I promise you, it'll probably be like a slow burn due to us not being able to see Meeks often. I tried to make this like as ambiguous as possible but this is my first real fic and everything. Also sorry if it's bad I typed this in my phones notes app😭😭 THERE IS NO SMUT IN THIS AND THERE WILL BE NO SMUT

Chapter 1:

As the snow gently fell on the campus of Welton, there was loud chattering throughout the air. Boys young and old piled into the chapel for Sunday worship crowding the pews as they squeezed in tight beside each other. Their flushed faces all looked the same from the distance as freezing white clouds of air came out of their mouths while talking. Steven Meeks was there alongside his friends smiling and laughing with them while waiting for service to start. The chapel was as cold as the outside if not worse, its rickety pews creaking under them. It was then that a silence fell amongst the boys as they stared at the headmaster walking down the aisle with you beside him.

Steven felt his friend Charlie nudge him while raising his eyebrows. He looked at his friend in confusion until he saw who Charlie was gesturing to. You sat at the old piano in the corner, stretching your wrists while you looked at the headmaster expectantly. He stood behind the wooden podium and cleared his throat, "Gentlemen," he begun his voice hoarse and rough with age, "I want you to pick up your books and turn to song 881, 'How Great Thou Art," He nodded his head at you and that was your cue to start playing. Your fingers danced along the keys while the headmaster began to sing, startling Steven as he quickly turned the pages of the song book.

His eyes met your back multiple times as he sang awkwardly, he wished he'd gotten a better look at you. The service went just like that, Mr.Nolan said a few words. You played the piano which was ,to Steven, the most graceful thing he ever saw. He couldn't tear his eyes off of you almost as if he looked away you would be gone forever. Charlie met his gaze and smirked before leaning forward and whispering some obscene things in his ear. Steven looked at him incredulous, "You don't even know them, you can't say things like that," he hissed, a blush on his face from embarrassment. Charlie put a hand over his mouth and snickered, they were lucky Mr.Nolan didn't call them out.

As the service finally ended and boys piled out Meeks was the only one who stayed along with Charlie and Pitts. They studied you as you picked up your songbook and walked down the steps, flashing them an awkward smile before you made your way down the aisles. "W-wait!" you heard a voice call out and you turned toward it, a confused look on your face. Out of the three boys it was the shorter ginger one with glasses who called to you, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?," you replied hesitantly. Charlie nudged Steven again, a smirk on his face. Steven swatted his hand away and pushed up his glasses, "Uh I-," he started and cleared his throat, "I'm Steven Meeks,"

You nodded your head, "Nice to meet you Steven Meeks," He awkwardly chuckled as he racked his brain trying to come up with anything, "You're really pretty...," he put his foot in his mouth, "Good! At piano," You smiled at him, he was pretty cute. "Thank you," you replied and tightened your grip on your songbook, feeling nervous the more you stared at him. Charlie noticed Steven's new found mutism and decided to step in, "What's your name?" he asked and gave you his best charming smile. You gave it to him and asked him for his. "I'm uh Charlie, Charlie Dalton," you gave him the same response as Pitts introduced himself as well. Steven's face was beet red as he looked you and tried to stutter out something else, "Are you- um...gonna be playing for Welton often...?" He looked at you hope in his eyes.

You nodded confirming his hopes, "Yes actually," you begun, "I'll be here for Sunday morning and Wednesday night," He mentally pumped his fist in the air. Charlie swooped in however, "So I guess we'll be seeing more of you huh?" he gazed up and down at you taking in your relatively modest clothing. You nodded and gave him an uncomfortable smile, "Um yeah...that's right," Charlie smiled at that. He shrugged, "Well I know some of us are very pleased to hear," he side glanced at Meeks who was red as ever as he stared at you with his mouth open. You followed Charlie's gaze and looked at him for a second studying his features. You smiled at him, "I'm looking forward to it, I'll see you guys later this week," You turned on your heel and walked out of the chapel leaving Steven to turn into a babbling mess from how embarrassed he was.

[just-screaming-into-a-void]

Sorting through my old English notes, anywhere here’s my notes on the characters from Dead poets society

Mr,. Keating - Me when I’m not on my ADHD meds

Neil Perry - Honey you can come out of your glass closet

Todd Anderson - there’s a gun slightly to the left only he can see

Knox Overstreet - I never see manga bad boy types protecting stray kittens therefore revealing to me their soft side, it’s always me picking up the cats, maybe I’m the bad boy

Charlie Dalton - Desperately trying to be badass but he keeps stumbling and falling on his face

Richard Cameron - giving catholic guilt

Steven Meeks - 5 seconds away from having an asthma attack and getting bullied for it

Gerald Pits - Goober

Mr. Nolan - this guy would see a baby bat (slang for a new goth) and instantly die

Mr. McAllister- Everyone’s well intentioned homophobic grandpa

Mr. Perry - Trying to make male pattern baldness hip