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Poetically Blonde (anderperry oneshot) by rockrosethistle
Fandoms: Dead Poets Society (1989)
04 May 2023
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After Neil's father unenrolls him from Welton, all Todd can think of is how to be reunited with Neil. After an accidental stroke of genius, he comes up with his plan. If Neil's going to Harvard, he'll just have to go with him.
Meanwhile, Neil is still trying to find his way at Brayton Military School. His goal is simpler: just to survive the year. But as time goes on, he makes an unlikely friend, and reveals what really happened on the fateful night of December 15th.
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21 Feb 2026
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needing you near me is fueled by the idea of the end by nightzombie73647
Fandoms: Dead Poets Society (1989)
07 Apr 2023
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“You know, I think I wanna do it. Only if you're okay with it, of course, but I really wanna do it.” Neil said.
“Do what?”
“Get married.”
Todd’s stomach sank. He did not want to ask the question that dreadfully floated in his mind, but he did anyway. “To who?”
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Todd and Neil talk about marriage. Day 6: Proposal
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- Part 6 of zombie's anderperry week 2k23
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21 Feb 2026
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Neil and Todd share a soft morning together.
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21 Feb 2026
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Tomorrow, the world would be wondering once more where the hell this wife Neil Perry talks so much about is. They’ll write, ‘Hey, where’s this wife that’s supposedly so supportive but is never seen at his events’, they’ll print it with a photo of Neil from whatever venue he was just walking out of, and Todd will make it into frame, never far from Neil’s side.
The year is 1972. Neil Perry is about to deliver his acceptance speech for Best Actor.
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21 Feb 2026
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Poets had a way with words. They knew what words sounded good together, they knew how to string words together in a way that made sense and sounded beautiful. Poets just knew how words worked. And sure, they knew big words and beautiful words, and elegant words. But sometimes those words were never the right ones. Because being a poet meant that they knew the right word to use, not the biggest or the most sophisticated one. And sometimes, even poets had to admit it, the right word was fuck.
Or, Todd Anderson cussing in front of various poets for the first time, for various reasons
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21 Feb 2026