Todd Anderson - Blog Posts

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I might just actually do this, I need to write more

the dps fandom has put todd through too much. i think he should get to beat up mr perry as a treat.

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).

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)

Okay I don't like it but. It's not like I tried hard to draw it so. Dead poets brainrot please stop

I should stop listening to Mitski

I don’t know why, I just did

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

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

Like this:

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.

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.

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}

Fr like I need more headcannons and fics about their friendship. It's such a fun dynamic, the anxious new kid and the loud kid

people don’t talk about charlie and todd enough, and how they would totally be such good friends

Hyperfixating so bad that I had to buy a journal to write stuff down abt it, I'm gonna start tweaking. (Pls don't say I'm the only one).

Like I'm not even writing anything meanful about it just quotes, poems that were mentioned and some songlyrics.

Was listening to this album earlier and these were EXACTLY my thoughts, (also Lady Stardust is an underrated song on the album I love it sm).

Any dead poets society and/or Bowie fans can you help me out?

Technically it’s not a question more as a statement of (hopefully) mutual reassurance that I am not alone in this train of thought.

The line in that song “boys stood up on their chairs to make their point of view” always reminds me of that song. Does anyone else get that? Because now I feel like Lady Stardust is literally the perfect song for DPS.

Also has anyone else only just found out the last line in the song is “get some pussy now” because I only just did and now I have whiplash.

I hate being new to things, I got Tumblr last week and I want to become active but I just don't know how😭. Like do I just start posting random stuff hoping people will like it and interact with it?? (I've never been active on any social media platform).

Anyway here are some things I like:

-Dead Poets Society.

-(Classic) literature.

-Hannibal nbc.

-Good Omens

-Movies in general (not really a fan of superhero movies tho).

-60s, 70s, 80s and 90s music.

-Specifically David Bowie, Beatles, Jeff Buckley, Nirvana and The Cure.

-Vintage clothes and houses (vintage anything tbh)

-History and old stuff

Any and all tips on how to start being active in any of these communities are highly appreciated🙏🙏.