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ahahahhaha im busy working on that fic where neil has a sister and help me i might have to upload stuff in parts bc i only have 4 paragraphs rn & i feel bad for making ppl wait. BUTTT i think ill give u guys like 6-8 paragraphs as a teaser and then ill release the other parts all at once later. this is doubling as an english project as well since we have to write a pt 2 to a book weve read or story weve seen.

after graduation todd runs away to england and moves in with keating

Exerpt unnamed DEAD POETS SOCIETY fic <3

uh hi guys heres a small exerpt of that Neil has a sister fic i was planning <33 hope you enjoy and that thisll make you excited for the full fic The days following Neil's death were silent, no one knew what to say. Barely a word was spoken between the boys, they had gotten some time off to deal with the news, and prepare for the funeral. Todd was lying on the now empty right side bed, Neil’s mother had come in the day before to clear out all his stuff and had even told him he could keep something of Neil’s to ‘remember him by’. Todd had chosen the script of ‘A midsummer night's dream’ and a sweater. A knock sounded on the other side of the door and Todd rose from the bed, “Come in.” Meeks walked in, ‘It’s almost starting, are you ready to go?’ Todd nodded and followed Meeks out the door and through the corridor. They walked silently, side by side through the halls toward the church next to the school where the service would be held.

They slid into the bench next to Cameron, Charlie, Knox & Pitts who were already seated, Todd looked around and saw Neil’s parents sitting on the front row, right beside Nolan. The headmaster rose from his seat and stood up on the podium. “The death of Neil Perry was a tragic accident.” Nolan began, “Liar.” Todd muttered under his breath. “He was a fine student, one of Welton’s best, and he will be missed.” Nolan continued, “We have contacted each of your parents to explain the situation. Naturally, all are quite concerned. At the request of Neil’s family, I intend to conduct a thorough inquiry into this matter. Your complete cooperation is expected.”

After the service, everyone slowly made their way out to the courtyard. Todd walked behind his friends, “You guys go ahead, there’s something I need to check on.” He started towards the cemetery where they had just buried their friend. When he got there he saw there was already another person there, a girl, she couldn’t have been any older than he was, he slowly approached her, and stood a few feet apart from her, looking at Neil’s grave. The girl didn’t seem to notice him at first, as she continued to rearrange the white roses that were placed around Neil’s grave. Todd thought he had seen her before, but he just couldn’t figure out why she looked so familiar.

After she had finished what she was doing, the girl turned her head to look at Todd. She noticed how heartbroken he looked, how pale his skin was, how red his eyes were from crying. “Did you know him well?” She asked him, Todd looked up, “Neil, did you know him well?” “Oh yeah, we were roommates, you?” Todd looked at her, who was it that she reminded him of? “Yeah, he was my brother.” Todd looked her in the eyes for the first time since they met, “What?” He took in her features and realized she looked just like him, hell she could even be him. “Yeah he is, was, a year and a half older than me.” Todd was staring at her as if she were a ghost. “You look just like him.”  “Yeah I get that a lot.” She smiled sadly. “I’m Todd Anderson by the way.” He held out his hand for her to shake, “So you’re that Todd!” She shook his hand, “I’m Diane Perry.’’

RAAHHH HOPE YOU LIKE IT I KNOW IM STILL A KIND OF BAD WRITER BUT HEY THE BEST WAY TO LEARN IS BY JUST DOING IT

constructive critism is always apprieciated <3

ATTENTION ALL DEAD POETS !

i need fic recs please :3 okay ty love u all

imagine the hunger games was just a bunch of gay ppl sitting in a cave reciting poetry, and if you couldnt recite a verse on your turn u die. but dying actually just meant you go to keatings class.

Dead Poets Society and cars because I have to take a driving lesson again soon and it's stressing me out:

Neil: he can drive. His dad refuses to let him drive his car, but he does have his licence. Usually only uses it when with the other guys, considering Knox does have a car but everyone prefers Neil's driving. He puts on the radio or random music whenever he can, refuses to have anyone but Todd sitting next to him, starts losing focus mid-song and has to have someone remind him that he's going above speed limits.

Charlie: doesn't have a licence, god forbid he ever does. Tried getting it a few times, kept taking wrong turns and going too fast. Plays music super loudly or shouts lyrics when in a car. Takes the front seat whenever he can, enjoys putting his legs on the board while Cameron explains why that could be fatal for him if they got in an accident (usually responds along the line of "shut up cameron").

Knox: can drive and has a car, but guy is super slow. Won't go above 20 km/h if he can. Super cautious except for that one time he tried to go fast and got a tree branch stuck in his windshield.

Meeks: had his driving licence in one go, didn't make any mistake ever. Only reason Neil drives instead of him is that Meeks usually gets bored of driving pretty quickly or takes breaks every half hour. He also puts the radio on but no music because otherwise he completely loses focus. He knows how to repair a car.

Pitts: never got around passing the exam, knows the theory. Drove his grandpa's car a few times. He usually just likes being in the backseat, reading the maps and shouting directions, or stealing all the snacks.

Cameron: didn't get his license. Won't say why (he accidentally messed up while starting the car once and almost got him and the instructor killed). Feels very much entitled to criticizing others' driving. Usually shouts when they go above speed limits. In charge of the directions with Pitts, except that he gives very unclear instructions ("turn to a 57° angle in 189 hectometers").

Todd: has a driving license, hasn't told a soul. Knows he'd be the assigned driver for parties otherwise. Only drives with his brother, and they usually speak instead of listening to music. He falls asleep in a matter of seconds once in a car, and he gets a seat by the window whenever he can.

Chris: got her driving license as soon as she could, takes care of her car whenever she can. Will never be seen lending her car to anyone -not even her family is allowed to drive it-. Always has plaids in her truck and finds good luck charms to hang to the mirror. Never had any accidents except for that one time she almost ran over a dude (but he was annoying so it's not that bad). Gets out of her car to pet cats when they cross the road.

Mr. Keating: refuses to drive a car. Yes, he does have one. No, he will not use it if he's able not to. He will bike, take the train, walk, jog, power walk, rather than take the car. He lends it to the Poets every once in a while, and Charlie has a copy of his keys.

Stick: I really like Stick so they're an anxious driver like me. Apologizes abundantly when the car breaks even if it isn't their fault, waves when someone lets them go ahead first. Paranoid about going above speed limits or missing a sign. Isn't planning on owning a car but does like driving every once in a while.

Dead Poets but as philosophic stuff because I'm desesperately trying to learn this shit and nothing is sticking to my brain:

Neil: existencialism, specifically absurdism. Basically, life has no meaning, so you can either accept it or not. There is no greater goal or anything. Includes thinkers such as Camus or Sartre.

Todd (mostly at the start of the movie): determinism, which is kind of the opposite of existencialism, since the idea is a 'everything was planned out before and you cannot change it' type of mindset. It excludes freedom of choice, since your decisions have very little impact over everything. You're just in a boat in a storm and you have very little control over anything.

Charlie: hedonism, which is the pursuit of pleasures and the avoidance of pain. According to this idea, you'd take action depending on how much pleasure or pain you'd get from it.

Cameron: utilitarianism, or acting in a way to maximize happiness for the biggest amount of people. Includes philosophers such as Bentham or John Stuart Mill. Examples of utilitarism could be: if you were a train conductor and you had to either

stay on tracks, do nothing and hit a group of people that were on the rails

change your trajectory and instead hit one person

what would you do? Well according to utilitarism you would change trajectory, as it would benefit the greatest amount of people.

Meeks: rationalism and consequentialism. Tbh I don't really understand rationalism, but from what I know, its basis is that reason is a source of knowledge and stuff. Consequentialism is interest in the consequences of one's actions; realistic consequences. So before you act you think of the consequences kind-of-thing.

Pitts: solipsism, according to which the only thing that exists for sure is the thinker. I don't really get how it's different from Descartes 'i think therefore i am', but so solipsism would mean that you can only be convinced of your own existence.

Knox: idealism; reality, perception, ideas etc are all linked, and ideas represent a reality. I didn't really listen during this part of the lesson tbh -which is why I have to revise now using things like this post-.

Mr. Keating: stoicism; accept that some things are out of control, and act in a way so to do right by others and stuff. A stoist philosopher was, for example, Crysipus, who died laughing at his own joke.

Chris: eudaemonism, which is similar to hedonism, except that happiness is seen as a logical finality and it's basically a fact that most people want happiness. So it's happiness instead of pleasures that is pursued, with philosophers such as Epicurus.

Mr. Perry (not a Dead Poet but the only person I could think of for this): deontology, which is like a set of rules around duties and obligations, and has as a goal to preserve future generations. Idk he doesn't totally fit deontology but I had no one else in mind. Anyways I hate Mr. Perry and I hate learning philosophy.

Dead Poets Society but as random sentences on my phone (don't ask) (it's too late and as usual, i do not know what i'm doing):

Pitts: who even let those potatoes out dude

Charlie: listen to me kiddos and always put spices in your chicken

Meeks: eating banana chocolate two days in a row -it is holding my sanity together-

Knox: hopefully my pupils don't go •~• ●~●

Neil: i feel like an overcooked chicken left out on a porch on christmas

Stick: wawawawawawawa

Todd: ok, my goals for tomorrow are

-not fuck shit up

Neil: and then minutes later he came back and went autruche

Meeks: the headache has begone ✌️

Todd: hopefully I don't spend those holidays sad pining

Chris: in an alternate universe, people have decided that dry mouth is the greatest sign of love, and doodle little oeusophageus on their notebooks

Stick: october 11th me would be so jealous hehehe

Mr. Keating: another crisis another day

Charlie: sometimes it's just u and the tumblr pornbots against the world

Todd: I'M A WRITER I SHOULD KNOW THIS

Chris: fuck with my lowercase aesthetic, get whacked in the face

Dead Poets Society as things my friends do or have done.

Knox - He constantly denies that he has a citrus allergy even though he's admitted on multiple occasions that kiwis make his mouth go numb.

Todd - Doesn't like the texture of milk so he puts water in his cereal.

Pitts - Instead of laughing at jokes he just starts crying.

Charlie - Whenever there's fruit at the bottom of his drink he will reach his entire hand in the glass to get it.

Keating - "Are you guys ready to learn about science?" *Pulls a live crayfish out of his desk.*

Cameron - At a school dance he didn't dance once he just recorded everyone else and used it as blackmail.

Meeks - Went through weeks of effort to fairly plan an entire election to see who was the president of the friend group but gave up and rigged it anyway.

Neil - Is so expressive that he can perfectly make the face of a blobfish.

No matter what anybody tells you,

words and ideas can change the world.

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society

I stand upon my desk to remind yourself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

You see, the world looks very different from up here.

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)

Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way.

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)

Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things, like a cat, or a flower or rain. You see, poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it. Just don't let your poems be ordinary.

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)

A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

His hands reach out and choke me.

And, and all the time he's mumbling.

M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold."

You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us.

From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

- Todd Anderson, Dead Poets Society (1989)

Now, we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go, "That's baaaaad."

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society(1989)

Sure there's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

- John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)

Neil: You can go anywhere. You can do anything. How can you stand being here?

Keating: 'Cause I love teaching. I don't wanna be anywhere else.

- Dead Poets Society (1989)