I Would Do Anything For Him, Please... He's So Precious

i made another dead poets society quiz! this time it’s ‘tell me your dead poets ships and i'll rate your taste.’ 

https://uquiz.com/ZMweg2

Neil: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Todd: Wow. They sound stupid.

Neil: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Todd: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Neil: I guess you’re right. Hey Todd, I love you.

Todd: See! Just say that!

Neil: Holy fucking shit.

Todd: If that flies over their head then, sorry Neil, but they're too dumb for you.

Neil: Todd.

andrew “we never get enough time with each, right? no matter if someone lives until 60, 15, or 99. so i hope this grief stays with me, because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her. and i told her every day. we all told her every day” garfield

subway hands but make it flemish & renaissance art

“Portrait of Heinrike Dannecker” Gottlieb Schick / “Portrait of Laura Battiferri” Bronzino / “San Simón” Pedro Pablo Rubens / “Female Saint Holding a Book” Amico Aspertini / “The Card Game on the Cradle: Allegory” Johannes van Wijckersloot /Jean François de Troy, “Portrait of Princess Louisa Maria Theresa Stuart”

Harry van der Weyden

not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.

there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.

Remus and Sirius and their friends in their small apartment after some drinks.

I just fucking love the thought that Neil likes to just… pick people up when he’s excited. Just the mental image of him seeing one of his friends and running up behind them and picking them up is so pure in my mind… I love that for him….

Modern dead poets society except Chris forced Knox and the other poets to get acrylic nails

“Todd wondered to himself if he would ever get used to the way it felt to be loved by Neil Perry”