#dps script

[slugtowns]

can’t stop thinking about these moments from the original dps script

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I found this on tiktok, it's apparently a copy of the early dps script 😧

mr perry when I catch you, when I catch you mr perry

[unemploymentfinalboss]

i just read the dps script and omfg todd im so sorry do you need a hug? (hes literally me its not funny anymore)

[oldmanffucker]

cut lines from Dead Poets Society script.

Just before this, Neil’s father tells him to quit the school annual. He takes off his school annual achievement pin, throws it on his desk, and flops down into his bed.

[iwasgoodiwasreallygood]

Someone on TikTok said to not read the dead poets society book before the movie and I completely agree.

I think it’s nicer viewing the movie before the book because you don’t go in with pre existing knowledge of what happens. Also because they are based on different versions of the script, if you read the book first you might have different opinions of characters then if you watched the movie first *cough* Knox *cough*. Movie Knox> Book Knox

Watching the movie first also helps with reading the book because then you actually know who is who and don’t get confused like I did lmao.

[isosceles-is-never-here]

my take on the DP trio

can u tell i have fun drawing clothes

[velvetbeeez]

t𝐡e s𝐢x𝐭i𝐞s- 𝐚 𝐟a𝐬h𝐢o𝐧 𝐠u𝐢d𝐞 f𝐨r s𝐡i𝐟t𝐞r𝐬! ! !

Bonjour, time traveller! you have just landed into the sixties, the decade where fashion broke rules and made new ones on the spot, where revolutions were led by go go boots and bold eyeliners. Everything, the hair, the ideology- were bigger louder and freer. So what do you wear in the sixties again???

✶. . .

Early 1960s (1960–1964): Conservative, formal, neat. Think Jackie Kennedy, Mad Men. Muted tones – navy, brown, gray, pastels.

Mid-1960s (1965–1967): Youthquake! London Mod culture explodes. Bright colors, bold patterns. Brights! Canary yellow, lime green, hot pink. Paper dresses, mary quant, futuristic dresses, geometric patterns.

Late 1960s (1968–1969): hippie movement. Rebellion, anti-establishment, psychedelic fashion. Warm earthly tones, long hair, long skirts, barefoot. Love & freedom.

(ps: only 30 pictures were allowed ugh!)

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio Nobody Knows AU DP x DC Part 4

Part 3

(Tim POV! This is a long one 😅)

 Tim almost has it. He's so close to cracking this file he can fucking taste it. He's been fighting this thing for two weeks. It's the most incomprehensible and infuriating code he's ever faced off against, which is fitting considering who gave it to them.

The engineer. THEIR engineer. The engineer they didn't ask for and Tim still isn't sure how they got, and the single biggest mystery in Tim's fucking life right now.

See, a significant amount of Bat gadgets at this point are Tim's brainchildren. He imagines them, he designs them, he workshops and tests them.

A few months ago, he'd had a pouch on his utility belt full of experimental pellets meant for slowing down fleeing vehicles. They were designed to break when run over and the compound inside would expand into durable, sticky foam that would ensnare tires.

He'd tested them in the cave.

He had not been prepared to take one hit to that side and have to frantically divest himself of that pouch before he became Gotham's latest foam based cryptid. 

His family had laughed themselves silly at him even as he broke off in pursuit of the drug runners he'd been fighting.

When Tim had doubled back expecting a mess to clean up and pellets to rework? It had been gone. All of it. The foam, the pellets, the pouch of his utility belt.

A serious problem, because who knows who got their hands on that?

Then it had shown back up.

That is to say, Gordon had called them because he found a pouch with a note labeled ‘for Red Robin’ sitting on the stand of the Bat Signal and didn't dare touch it.

After making sure it wasn't a bomb or some kind of biological weapon, Tim had opened the pouch - his own belt pouch - and found pellets. New pellets. Different pellets.

The note just read, “As funny as that was to watch, I fixed them for you. No more premature sploogage on the job. :3 P.S. here's a recipe for solution to dissolve future intentional discharges.”

They'd been right, too. The new pellets were tested (in case THEY were a bomb or biological weapon) and they'd been just strong enough to safely transport but still break when under the pressure of tires. Even the foam was more effective, and the spray Tim synthesized from that stupid recipe had worked like a dream.

What. The fuck.

This person not only improved his design and came up with a dissolution agent from scratch in days, they'd been watching without him knowing and made off with the original pellets without anyone noticing.

This was either a rogue in the making or someone they wanted on their side, and either way they needed to be found.

So Tim had done the obvious.

He'd put together a lockbox of money for the product they'd been given, loaded it with no less than ten (10) bat trackers and a note thanking their mysterious benefactor and requesting to meet up. He'd exploded a foam pellet on a rooftop and left the box on it in the hopes they'd notice and find it, then hung around far enough to not be seen and close enough to beat feet as soon as the trackers started moving. 

They did not start moving. They all went offline simultaneously. 

Tim has never moved so fast in his life, and yet by the time he got to the rooftop there was a pile of foam and nothing else. Not even a trace of whoever took the lockbox.

The next day, there was a ping of one (1) tracker that led them to a note thanking him for the money, refusing to meet, and asking if they'd considered certain improvements to their grapples with schematics for said designs.

Thus started the most bizarre and infuriating chase through notes, money, helpful designs and disappearing trackers Tim has ever been a part of.

Last time, the engineer had left them a USB stick and a note claiming that since they really wanted to know about him so bad, they could have the information on the USB if they could crack the encryption on the zip file inside.

Obviously they screened heavily for viruses or backdoors, but long story short Tim has been trying to crack the fucking thing for two weeks and refuses to let Oracle help. It's personal. It's a matter of pride. 

He could swear the code itself has actively been sabotaging his attempts to hack it, which is, you know. Impossible. 

Ping!

Tim blinks, looking over at the map on another monitor of the Bat computer. 

“Motherfucker-”

He taps into Duke’s comms. This is the first time this has ever happened during the day shift, he wasn't expecting it.

“Signal! I need you on the roof of the warehouse on the corner of Fifth and Everest - a tracker just came online.”

Another thing that infuriates Tim. You can't just turn Bat trackers on and off. They're activated, and then they either stay active or they're destroyed. They can't be turned off and then reactivated.

And fucking yet.

Duke groans, but his own tracker starts making its way in that direction.

“Dude. He's gonna be long gone by the time I get there. He always is.”

“He can't run from me forever,” Tim insists. “I'm almost in this damn file, and I am going to find him and dangle him off a roof from his ankles for giving us this runaround, so help me God.”

“Uh huh,” Duke deadpans. “Sure you are. I'm almost there, and- oh look! A note. What a surprise!”

Tim hears Duke touch down on the rooftop, eyes on the code on his screen while his brother clears his throat and reads aloud.

“Ahem- ‘Good morning, sunshine!’ - guess that's me - ‘I hear some bats and birds have been murdering tires at an alarming rate with the way they drive their bikes-’”

Tim freezes. He's not listening anymore.

“Signal.”

“‘- and that just can't be good for business. Nobody wants a bald tire ruining a chase. So boy do I have the thing for you-”

“Signal!”

“What?”

“I got it.”

“Huh? Got what?”

“I cracked his file. I got it.”

Tim is staring, wide eyed and full of a mixture of elation and trepidation at the contents of the zip file. It's a single text file titled, ‘Wow! You did it!’

“Oh, shit? Well? What's in it?”

Tim swallows, mouse hovering over the file. He takes a deep breath, then double clicks.

The file opens.

Tim blinks.

“Red Robin? What's in it?”

Tim scrolls slowly down, disbelief and horror dawning across his face. “Oh my God.”

“What? Come on, man, talk to me.”

Tim scrolls further.

“Oh. My God.”

“Red? Red Robin, you're scaring me, man.”

Tim puts his face in his hands. Voice muffled, he responds.

“Duke.”

“...Red? You okay?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It's the entire Bee Movie script.”

Silence reigns for a solid five seconds before Duke breaks and descends into raucous, hysterical laughter.

Even muffled by his own hands, Tim's scream of rage scares the bats in the cave into a tizzy.

Part 5

Masterpost

[saphushia]

looking thru my files for something else and i find this 😭

what did i mean by this 😭😭😭

oh okay i was cooking actually

[ellysdreamworldd]

𝓓ead poets society dr☕ಿৎ

carpe diem. seize the day, boys. make your lives extraordinary.

𝓣he summer of '59 was a turning point in the life of 17 year old aurora, as she was moving from the city where she lived all her life to the other side of the world. born and raised in Florence, her father was a renowned architect whose name was beginning to spread all across the world, eventually landing him work in the one and only New York.

𝓦hat a lucky coincidence was it that just the same year the prestigious Welton academy turned into a co-ed school, right? at least, that's what her parents thought, wanting nothing but the best education for their only child. but as for aurora, she was a little bit more skeptical and reluctant at the idea of attending a school full of boys, with just a few girl companions. but after all, did she have any say in the matter? and so, on a rainy september afternoon, she got in her parents' car and embarked in what would turn out to be a life changing journey.

[perksofbeingpoet]

neil yawns. "alright, i think i'm heading off to bed. todd, you coming?" soft jazz music fills the common room, the gentle fingertips of a piano make the boys' eyelids heavy. todd looks up from the book he'd been half falling asleep over, slumped in an armchair. "hm?" pitts laughs, ruffles todd's hair. "time for bed, anderson."

"aw, come on guys!", charlie complains, "i haven't even finished my smoke!" cameron, already folding the blanket he had draped around his shoulders into a neat square, shakes his head. "you're going to bed, dalton. i can barely handle you as is, i wouldn't survive you sleep deprived." charlie rolls his eyes, but the effect is lessened by the yawn he can't stifle. "all the more reason to stay up." the pair keep bickering as they follow neil and todd out of the common room, four sets of socked feet on old wooden floors.

knox rubs his eyes, looking like a kid clad in flannel pyjamas. "i'm going to bed too." pitts mimes a dagger stabbing him in the chest. "without me?!" knox laughs. "sorry pittsie, we can't make this a regular thing." he turns off the radio as he makes his way to his room, leaving pitts and meeks in the sounds of night air and the last bird songs.

meeks grins, pats his best friend on the back. "come on, loverboy. it's been a long day." pitts yawns, puts his arm around meeks' shoulder. the common room is dipped into hues of warm red. "a good one, too." meeks smiles, eyes tired. "always."

[spicyshiftz]

is having a dead poets society dr maybe a bit too much. like i know i can script out the despair and misery but like i feel like it ruins the experience…??? but at the same time a dps dr that’s just fun and whimsical sounds so nice as well. so idk.

[yourfavvgal]

i looked at the original script and you know the deleted scene where neil and todd walk down the hill and neil goes “god i love this!” and todd goes “what, me?” THAT WASNT IN THE SCRIPT. ETHAN YOU DID THIS TO ALL OF US KFJDHSNDMFKKS

[oldmanffucker]

cut lines from Dead Poets Society script

“something is swirling their heads, something alive and exciting like the wind and the swaying trees that surround them.”

[churrosbitxh]

some different things I learnt from the original script of the Dead Poets Society by Tom Schulman for the first time

*These are my personal review and thoughts about it*

Mr. Keating is so Brat coded

Todd is sassier? Angrier? Idk he definitely isn't that awkward as he's shown in the movie just really sad or frustrated most of the time (relatable boi-)

The boys swear. Like, a lot. Especially Neil. Sad most of the swearings were cut off in the movie :(

There are more poetry mentioned, really nice.

Keating is Todd's personal bully. As an introverted person myself I would have hated Keating irl not gonna lie, but he's a nice person and he has his reasons so I forgive him.

Neil is so dramatic. Also very Impulsive. And also very Hotheaded.

Knox is so fucking creepy I can't even-

McAllister definitely has homoerotic desires for Keating and I stand by my word

Meeks is definitely gay- or Aro. He's cute.

The metaphors for sex and orgasms are crazy

Neil is a supportive bf

More mentions of Todd's parents, and how Todd is very aggressive about that topic

Charlie is a goddamn menace, but dorkier than the movie

Surprisingly, I hate Cameron even more now.

Charlie treats Cameron worse than the movies, though Cameron snaps back at him more in the scripts

Pitts being a Neutral Chaotic is interesting

Pitts and Charlie's chemistry is cuter than I thought

Mr. Perry and Nolan can rot and die

Todd doesn't sign the papers to fire Keating (not really mentioned in the movies if he did or not, though.)

Well this are the things I noticed that are a little different from the movie and the script, I did read them partly before but I finally finished them today and I'll just.. Cry on the floor... Like Todd..

Though I loved most of it, I liked how the movie explained some parts a little more detailed, just wished some scenes made it in the movies too.. And the boys feel a little more alive- Like real guys around their age, puberty and creepy has a thin line between them

But seriously, I thought movie Knox was a creepy lil boy, but the original Knox gives me a little hard time to love him.

AND ANDERPERRY IS REAL

[toastybugguy]

let’s all just bow our heads, clasp our hands, and say a little prayer of thanks that the original script for Dead Poets Society isn’t the movie that got made