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THE MOVIE ENDED HERE AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER IDC

the way he immediately stopped smiling AUGHHHH STOP STOPP mr perry let your son be happy please

the pain i feel when i think of dps is so bad, but i’m so interested as to why everyone feels this way. why do we all feel genuine loss towards neil? why do we all feel sadness start to grow whenever we think about the movie too much? is it because of how real it felt? how the scenes were shot and the dialogue was read? was it the settings? the actors? perhaps the fact that the story was just a part of their lives and that there was no happy ending? or that we’ve all felt as low as neil has and have all been at that point? when the snow’s falling and the night is chill we’ve all gone down that rabbit hole of thought and wondered how people would react, and his friends’ reactions were so raw and real. the movie properly captures and portrays a certain type of reality that we can relate to, even if we’ve never been there. the heaviness of the topics accompanied by the actor’s acting makes us all live it in such a heartbreaking way. something like this has happened before and will happen a million times more, and we’re helpless to stop it. we were helpless to stop neil, and we’ll be helpless to stop everyone else. hell, even neil’s friends couldn’t save him. i think the fact that neil was this happy, go lucky guy who always had a smile on his face was what hit the most. no one could stop what was coming, and no one truly saw it coming. even throughout the movie todd was the one with the more prominent issues, however neil was the one to step forward and do the unimaginable. neil was trapped and the only way he saw out was, well, out. and everyone can relate to that.

"GOD i love this!"

"what, me?"

He was good. He was really good.

reblog to give Neil a hug

...just butt out. i can take care of myself just fine, all right? — no.

when an obsession is so bad you have to pull out all the stops…

one of the best parts of dead poets society is that the poets aren’t even the cool kids at WELTON imagine how unpopular they’d be at public school

where do you even find caves to hang out these days

you know when todd is like i won’t read at poetry meetings nobody is gonna want me there i can’t read out loud i won’t do it and neil just looks at him like really looks at him and in the softest voice goes “you really have a problem with that don’t you” and he’s not judging todd at all he just finally understands how todd works and the fact that public speaking (especially to people he barely knows) is something that todd cannot handle and that’s okay and once he understands he just immediately is like okay how do i fix this because i want todd here and i want him to enjoy this with us and he just goes oh perfect i’ll rearrange some things and todd will wanna come :) it’s just so touching and todd probably isn’t used to people accommodating him he doesn’t even know what to do with it . my point is i am going insane over this

I am starting to obsess over the poetic twinks

This is them btw

the way these two constantly had to touch/be in proximity to one another is pretty homo if you ask me

so i'm in the middle of a dead poets society breakdown/spiral/hyperfixation/etc, and something I really love about the movie is how nothing changes, if that makes sense. it's a story about a system, and it says, "this is the system. this is who it hurts. the end." there's no happy ending. there's no fix. the characters are left broken by the corruption around them, and by the time someone stands up for what's right, it's too late, the damage has been done, the people have been hurt, and nothing can undo it.

i think that's what i find so fascinating about it. in a lot of modern movies and tv shows, when confronting conformity and the systems that perpetuate it, they tear it down somehow. they make history, if that makes sense. dead poets society isn't history. nothing astronomical happened, truly—it's just a blip in time, a sequence of short events that really weren't important to anyone or anything. it won't be in any history books. no one will remember it fifty, sixty years down the line.

but it happened. and it mattered. and now that you know, now that you've been warned, it's time for you to make history:)

i’m sorry everything i post about dps is sad AF but i’m thinking about charlie as he reaches for todd to wake him up and tell him the news. his hand is so fucking shaky, yet he’s so gentle with todd, rubbing him gently so he doesn’t startle him. he’s trying so so hard to hold it together for him because he knows how the news is going to impact todd and !!!!!

I absolutly LOVE Mr Keating, but if he did that impromtu poem scene to me I would never ever forgive him, no matter how good a teacher he might be, I definitely would've start crying on the spot.

ok can we talk ab the cinematography in dead poets society bc im rewatching it once again and its actually beautiful

Made by my friend :D.

Oxygen ain't nothing to mess with

Humans live in a highly oxygenated environment. Oxygen is a very potent oxidizer (oxygen, oxidizer. It basically names a whole class of chemicals) we breathe a chemical that can destroy metals. We breathe rocket fuel.

There are a few different ways you could take this.

Human ships are highly prized among the galactic community because they’re basically indestructible. Since human ships have to withstand their caustic breathing mix, the rest of the galaxy sees them as highly armored. Flush human breathing gasses out and replace them, now you have a ship that can handle anything the galaxy can dish out!

Because only humans breathe oxy, they walk around alien stations and ships in complicated pressure suits. They become a faceless bogeyman.

Hydrogen peroxide is another oxidizer (also another rocket fuel) and we use it as a disinfectant.

While oxygen is not explosive itself, it can make other things way more reactive. Aliens could be flabbergasted that we live where things catch fire like, all the time (comparatively)

I think a lot of the "humans are space orcs" stuff really underestimates or misunderstands evolution.

Like yes, there are going to be differences between different organisms and stuff and some will have abilities or tolerances that others don't but... generally speaking nothing about us would be a shock to a spacefaring species.

Any planet that develops life, especially if it has reason to evolve into something smart enough to make a spaceship, is going to have competition over resources and stuff. It's going to have some environmental shit going on probably too.

So it would be more like "oh neat, your species is way better at X than us. We can Y better than you though" rather than "WHAT? Your people can WALK REALLY FAR??!?!!!?!?" which is what a lot of these posts kinda sound like.

Not that there wouldn't be surprises - of course there would be - but they would understand evolution and have lots of different critters on their own world to look to for examples. "Oh, you use use specialized cells to detect wavelengths of energy between certain ranges and you call that 'the visible spectrum'? Neat, yeah, we have tools that can do that and there's a type of flying creature on our world that does that." and we'd be all "Oh cool you can detect electrical fields and use that to communicate and detect each other? Yeah, we have some animals that do that to some extent though it seems like you're way better at it. Very cool, we can probably work together to convert light to electrical signals and vice versa so we can communicate."

The social/cultural stuff, general ways they think, etc. would be the part where everything would be totally alien.

Human Observation Log 53

Several crewmates have witnessed Human Carter thanking the automatic doors and food replicators, as well as apologizing to a table after running into it. When asked why they did such a thing, Human Carter said it was because they’re ‘Canadian’. Human Rielly informed me that Canadians are part of a religious sect that worship inanimate objects. The offerings made to the silicon fern now make much more sense.

Carter’s Journal: entry 89

I accidentally apologized to the table again after running into it. I don’t know why I keep running into it but it’s driving me crazy. Next time I might just kick it out of spite. Several crewmates have started thanking the replicator, which I think is actually very sweet of them. I’m still feeding the plant in the Galley. Jonson thinks it’s weird but I swear that thing is actually an alien. The food disappears every time and I’m not about to be eaten by a carnivorous fern several hundred lightyears away from home. If I wanted that I would have stayed stationed on Galzabab.

Rielly's Journal: Entry 92.

So I have about half the crew converted to Canadianism and the other half mimicking Carter out of respect for his beliefs. I can’t wait to see what happens when Carter finally loses it and breaks the table. I’ve been moving it a little every day. They still think the plastic fern is alive too. I’ve been eating all the offerings and today Jonson tried to explain that it was plastic and not an alien and half the Galley started yelling at them for challenging Carter’s beliefs. Jonson just sat there gobsmacked for a good ten minutes. Another great day in space.

How The Nocturnal Bottleneck and Nipples Make Us Human

Almost every post here considers what humans do have, really. It’s a little tiring; realistically every world has its harsh environments and vicious species and a sophont to match. We probably wouldn’t be unique for our adaptability or our persistence or even adrenaline

But our evolution is fucked up as hell, to put it lightly.

Mammals went through what’s been dubbed the nocturnal bottleneck essentially since the start of the mesozoic right up until the Cretaceous ended the archosaur’s exclusive hold over the daylight. We lost a lot of things from every mammal spending most of its time in either a cramped, suffocating burrow or scrounging around in the faint hours of nighttime. Our blood cells lost their nuclei to hold more oxygen while we spent time deep underground, we lost protections against ultraviolet rays in our skin and eyes, we can’t even repair our own DNA using the light of the sun. Most aliens probably wouldn’t have such traits unless their evolution followed a very similar path to ours. They’d be able to see ultraviolet and wouldn’t have to worry about sunburn and all the wonderful privileges essentially all fish, birds, amphibians, and reptiles enjoy as we speak. 

There’s also what we gained from spending so much time in the dark.

Brown fat is only found in mammals, it’s a special type of fat which bear cells with several oil droplets and are utterly jammed with mitochondria. This lets it make heat, a lot of it, fast. We don’t even need to shiver to induce this heat generation from brown adipose tissue - factor in our downright hyperactive mitochondria, and we can warm up quickly. Sure, it doesn’t have too much use in adult humans, but it keeps our infants warm and still provides a little boost the whole run we have in this universe.

Unless aliens also went through a time where their small ancestors had to face cold nights, they’d have to produce heat the old fashioned way when chilled. Aliens might have to shiver the whole time they’re in a cold room while the human watches in confusion, quite literally unshaken, and wonders if the room is a lot colder than the thermostat set to 60 says. The aliens stare at their companion in confusion, it’s just a normal temperature to shiver at after all, how is the human sitting so still?

Our small ancestors spending all their time out foraging at night is also why we have such a good sense of touch, smell, and hearing. They were more important senses than vision (we’re lucky to have even redeveloped basic color vision, frankly) at the time and place and simply ended up continuing to serve us well. Birds and reptiles rarely have acute senses of smell and the latter especially are lucky to have acute hearing, and birds rarely have impeccable hearing themselves either. Our skin is free of scales and honed to sensitivity, and our external ears and complicated ear bones provide an immense range of hearing (from 20 all the way to 17,000 hertz!).

Aliens might not be able to pin down the chirp of a cricket or the light click of a lock being picked. The human might be the only one on board a ship that can pick out the finer sounds of the engine’s constant thrum and know the critical difference between when everything is fine and when something is wrong. The human could probably pick out the sounds of an approaching enemy’s careless footsteps - they’re only as light enough for *them* to stop hearing them, after all - and be the one to see the horrified expression (well, more on that later) on their face when we get the drop on them in spite of their perceived stealth. 

But perhaps the most versatile, convoluted, amazing, and utterly unique trait we have is right on your face this instant. Lips.

Lips in most animals are a simple seal to hold in the mouth’s moisture and protect the teeth, even if they’re supple they’re NEVER muscular except in mammals, and we have only one thing to thank for it; milk and nipples. Lips evolved exclusively to allow babies to suckle, it required a vacuum to be created in the mouth, and with no other animal having anything like a nipple it never happened in other animals. Many animals make milk, to be frank, but no other animal has nipples.

Your cheeks and lips are a marvel among tetrapods, no other animal can suck like mammals can. Aliens wouldn’t have straws or even be able to sip from the edge of a glass, they’d have to have a proboscis or simply tilt the whole thing back. Aliens likely won’t have woodwind instruments or balloons you can blow into. We take so much about our lips for granted. Hell, our muscular faces are vital for expressions, we’re probably absolute facial contortionists among a cast of creatures with mandibles and beaks and expressionless scaly maws. Aliens might find us ridiculously easy to read, if anything, compared to their own kind (all the better to deceive them) - or perhaps they’d find us hard to decipher anyways, with our lack of color-changing skin or erectable crests of bright feathers. Baring teeth might not be seen as a sign of aggression in most of the universe, smiling would be all too distinctly human. 

Perhaps with how infectious we are sometimes, that’s what we’d contribute to the universe; others might have to make do with opening their mouths just enough to show their teeth or splaying their innumerable mouthparts with just the right curve, but perhaps we’d teach the galaxy to smile, one ally at a time. 

Wouldn’t that be amazing?