Neil Perry - Blog Posts

Does anybody else get that irrational fear of "I can't tell people I relate to that character, that's the main/most popular character, they're gonna think I'm really vain" except it applies to all of the characters that you relate to, cause it'll either make them think you're even more vain or they'll get really concerned and that's the last thing you want to make them feel.

Or maybe I am hella vain, whatever.

you guys ever think about the fact that charlie and neil probably barely talked in the summer. that they were best friends but neil, or both of them, were just so busy over the summer that they barely talked. that charlie, or both of them, were so worried on the first day of school every year that they weren’t going to be close anymore because they hadn’t talked. and then they get to welton and it’s like no time has passed because they’re not best friends. they’re brothers.

I noticed something in dps

in film class last year they taught us that when shooting dialogue you show connections by putting the back of someone in the shot or smth i don’t really remember BUT

in the “I’m trapped” scene when Neil is telling Mr Keating about how his dad won’t let him act it shows Mr K, therefore showing that Neil feels like Mr Keating really understands

but right after Me Keating says that Neil should tell his father it no longer shows them together in the shot because Neil feels alone again, because he realizes that Mr K doesn’t fully understand his plight

so now I’m crying

thank you for coming to my Ted talk

I'm in literal love with Charlie Dalton

That’s it. That’s all I had to say.

I never blog on here but for Todd✊✊✊

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Take me back to the night we met

The boys sit in a circle, laughing and smoking. Neil stands up, hushing the others as he flips to a page of the book he was holding. “Listen up gentlemen, for I have found a fine piece of poetry for you tonight.” He clears his throat and holds the book up, adjusting his reading glasses. “O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! Your true-love's coming. That can sing both high and low; trip no further, pretty sweeting, journey’s end in lovers' meeting-- Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; what’s to come is still unsure: in delay there lies no plenty,-- Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth’s a stuff will not endure. Carpe diem, William Shakespeare.” Neil finishes and bows dramatically, a smile gracing his lips.

When the night was full of terrors and your eyes were filled with tears

Todd woke with a start clutching his chest at the memory, he looked over to Neil’s empty bed and tears filled his eyes. He slipped out of his bed, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his coat before he silently exited his room. Todd knew it was a stupid idea but he made his way to the overpass where he and Neil had spoken on his birthday. He looked over the edge, resting his forearms against the cool stone and taking a deep breath as the memory of throwing the wretched desk set over replayed in his head. He wished Neil were here beside him, there was so much unspoken that he yearned to tell the other; like how he made Todd’s first year at Welton feel less daunting, thank him for how he’d helped, how his smile was the prettiest thing Todd had ever seen, how his eyes reminded him of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. But alas there was no way to speak to the dead, no way to profess his love and speak his truth, no way to watch as Neil’s eyes crinkled when he smiled or laughed, no way to listen as Neil practiced his lines and shouted with joy at the prospect of an acting career. And so he sat, dwelling in all that was untold, wishing desperately to have back what he had lost.

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Todd sat in his seat in what was Mr. Keating's class, he kept glancing back at Neil and Charlie’s desks, it felt so wrong to not have the two here. God he wishes they could go back to how things were, he felt so lost without the two energetic boys, he felt as if he was drowning. Lost and drowning, like a paper in a puddle. He felt a cold breeze from the window and was reminded of the times Neil had left the window in their room open and he’d slept with a coat on as to let the other boy sleep comfortably. The scribble of a pen reminded him of the times he sat quietly, trying to write poetry and having Neil playfully tease him about it, trying to peek at it. He remembered the time that Neil had grabbed the papers from him and he’d chased the other around the room trying to get it back, he remembers the way Neil had laughed and smiled as if there were no other worries in the world. God he wishes he could go back to simpler times.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

Todd went back to his dorm room, he looked over at Neil’s side of the room, the desk caught his eye. He could almost see it; Neil sat at his desk typing out the letters for the play as he sat on Neil’s bed, the anxiety twisting in his gut as he thought of the trouble Neil would be in if it was found that he forged the letters. He remembers Neil’s elation, the boy tapping his feet and talking eagerly of his plan. God he wishes Neil hadn’t done that. Maybe if it hadn’t happened Neil would still be here, he’d be sat in the room pestering Todd about his poetry, joking with Charlie, studying with Meeks, he’d be able to fully live out his life, become an actor when he’s old enough to get away from his parents. But no he chose to do the play and Todd was so so proud of him, he’d performed wonderfully and it had been an incredible experience to see how happy Neil was, how in his element he was, but deep down he wished he’d tried to stop Neil.

I had all and then most of you some and now none of you

Todd watched as Cameron brushed past the group like they didn’t exist. It hurt knowing the group would never be the same, Meeks and Pitts had shut themselves away, choosing to stick to each other rather than speak to the others, Cameron had completely cut everyone off, Knox was too busy with Chris and Charlie had been expelled and so once again Todd was left alone. It left a sinking feeling in his gut, a deep void that could never be filled, once again he felt the pressure of his brother's shadow over him, the pressure to be good and not let down his family name that his brother had made a reputation for as one of Welton’s most successful graduates. He wished so desperately for everything to go back, he was flailing, grasping at loose ends trying to piece his life back together again, trying to fill the settling loneliness with schoolwork. He’d never felt so lost and alone as he did the moment Charlie had shook him awake telling him that Neil was dead, bright and cheerful Neil laid to rest in the cold December ground, now nothing more than a memory.

Take me back to the night we met

The lyrics aren’t in order, sue me, it’s my fic I can do what I want -_-

@kylacxie hiii you asked to be tagged so here’s the finished work :)

Take me back to the night we met

The boys sit in a circle, laughing and smoking. Neil stands up, hushing the others as he flips to a page of the book he was holding. “Listen up gentlemen, for I have found a fine piece of poetry for you tonight.”He clears his throat and holds the book up, adjusting his reading glasses. “O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! Your true-love's coming. That can sing both high and low; trip no further, pretty sweeting, journey’s end in lovers' meeting-- Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; what’s to come is still unsure: in delay there lies no plenty,-- Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth’s a stuff will not endure. Carpe diem, William Shakespeare.” Neil finishes and bows dramatically, a smile gracing his lips.

When the night was full of terrors and your eyes were filled with tears

I don't know what I'm supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you

Todd woke with a start clutching his chest at the memory, he looked over to Neil’s empty bed and tears filled his eyes. He slipped out of his bed, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his coat before he silently exited his room. Todd knew it was a stupid idea but he made his way to the overpass where he and Neil had spoken on his birthday. He looked over the edge, resting his forearms against the cool stone and taking a deep breath as the memory of throwing the wretched desk set over replayed in his head. He wished Neil were here beside him, there was so much unspoken that he yearned to tell the other; like how he made Todd’s first year at Welton feel less daunting, thank him for how he’d helped, how his smile was the prettiest thing Todd had ever seen, how his eyes reminded him of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. But alas there was no way to speak to the dead, no way to profess his love and speak his truth, no way to watch as Neil’s eyes crinkled when he smiled or laughed, no way to listen as Neil practiced his lines and shouted with joy at the prospect of an acting career. And so he sat, dwelling in all that was untold, wishing desperately to have back what he had lost.

Little fic im working on

Please don’t copy to any other sites

I listened to the night we met 115 times while writing this (the only time I’ll do math)

yes. absolutely yes a hundred times yes.

i watched dead poets society this week and couldn't stop thinking about john and paul as neil perry and todd anderson

POV: you just read/watched something from 30 years ago and can’t stop thinking about those sad little queer men

(Couldn’t be me tho 😭😭)

I thought about two «Dead poets society» AUs. One of them is Severance!AU(because I'm watching «Severance» and I'm obsessed with this show). With Todd as Mark Scout and Neil as Jemma. I don't have any illustrations yet beacause I thought of that nine minutes ago for the first time. Soo if any of you people who may see this post love both dps and «Severance» than tell me what you think?? I guess???

(My second AU is more complicated and I thought about it more so I'll maybe draw something).

How I feel about rsl characters (I love Wilson btw)

Ummm.........Sorry it looks like shit. Btw english is not my first language so again. Sorry. For any mistakes:(

Okay I don't like it. Sketch was okay buut now I kinda hate it. Buut I can't change it because I'm tired of this picture. So. It is what it is. Sorry if it looks like shit I honestly can't look at it anymore.

(Btw lines are from 13reasons why. I didn't watch the show but I know this scene. Okay, that's all)

We've watched «Dead poets society» with my friend and we screamed:«Boo!» every time Neil's father was on screen

«Dead poets society autumn» this, «dead poets society autumn» that, how about «dead poets society winter»?

(I kill myself at my parent's house)

I don’t know why, I just did

When Mr. Keating talks about dying and becoming food for worms, the camera focuses on Neil, and that, in addition to be so mean, is very important. 'Cause, in my opinion, when the camera focuses on him and shows how uncomfortable he is when it comes to death, it show us that he was afraid of dying. Think about it, he was a kid full of life, full of joy (when he was with his friends), and then, at the end of it all, he decided to take his own life, it just shows us how desperate he was, how scared he was, how tired he was. So to me makes so much sense that he was afraid of dying, but in the end of it all that's what was left of him.

My two favourite things: Master of None and DPS

Now I draw Neil and Todd as My little pony characters (Todd is literally this 🥺)

It is good? It is really good?

This random guy from Dead Poets Society is the Twinkiest twink that I’ve ever seen

(He’s twinkier than Todd!!!!! Than Todd!!! How’s that possible??😭😭)

Just a reminder

Thinking about Neil Perry :(

"How would you describe most of your favorite shows/books?"

Like this:

The Greatest scene in cinematic history is when Neil Perry went “no❤️”

Something about this image screamed cookie

In the Spirit of starting this account I have made some iconic memes(if i do say so myself😌)

So grateful that I have a Neil Perry in my life🙏, I HAVE A WHOLE NEW FRIEND GROUP FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS THANKS TO HER!!

Guys I have started reading fanfiction Its like a whole new world has opened up before me. This is so exciting

I can fucking pretend Neil doesn't die, I can do that. I can read stories about their first kiss bless my soul. I feel free and complete.

There's nothing giving me so much adrenaline as reading dps fanficion when a sentence sounds like Neil died so I rush to recheck the tags for the third time to see if he does (I can't take hurt no comfort) [I live in denial of him staying alive] {I'll cry if someone tagged their fic incorrectly}