#welton academy

[letraspal]

Welcome to Hell-ton!

Wolfstar x Dead Poets Society. Vol 1. | Vol. 2

[cherryglassheart]

autumn in dead poets society (1989).

[poetic-gays]

Dead Poets Society as tweets part 2/?

[perrylemon]

Okay been working on this for a while. I’ve been looking at the actors and trying to pick out who’s who so here is a mostly completed Seating plan of Keating’s Classroom based on pure guess work.

I’m pretty sure this is correct based of the images of the entire classroom

And then I’ve tried my best to get the names for all the boys. There is 19 out of the total 20 boys’ names on the imbd so somebody was forgotten and I’ve just made a guess.

Here’s the names. Red is a name I’ve headcanonned because there was a name missing, blue is ones I’ve guessed at from actors appearances and names in the credits and Black is ones I know for definite. Spencer has a different name in the movie but I changed it for obvious reasons. He also has been called Allen I believe which is also a cool name.

From what I know, Shroom is the darts guy that I think has been given the fan name Daniel Ham Stanley and “ace” was the boy playing the recorder during the scene where Neil stole Cameron’s work and runs around the room. The other boys watch while “Dewey” claps along.

Edit: the boys that stand on their desks at the end are Jonus, Shroom, Russell, Hopkins, Stick, Spencer, Meeks, Pitts, Knox, Todd.

[dead-gay-wizards-society]

the fact that todd’s mum introduces him as “our youngest” implies that he is not the younger out of two brothers, but the youngest of several siblings.

and the fact that mr nolan and everyone else only talks about jeffrey, implies that todd’s other older sibling (or siblings) is a sister and therefore didn’t attend welton

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[i-am-a-lazy-mess]

NO I DONT CARE IF ITS FICTIONAL, A BOYS SCHOOL, AND SET IN 1959 LET ME INTO WELTON ACADEMY

(let me join ur gay poetry society pls)

[nogoandbees]

Ten Ways To Say "I Love You" | Neil Perry edition

First one shot of the serie. The gift isn´t mine.

Pairing: Neil Perry x Fem!Reader

Summary: Neil may never dare to say those words out loud, but he will take advantage of every situation to make you feel loved.

Word count: 950

N.A: Well, this was supposed to be a short one shot, but as I really enjoyed writing the first part I've decided to turn this story into a series. I don't really know when I will update the next part, but it will be soon so... stay tune!

This whole fanfic is dedicate to @mietlynn , thank you for all your love and support. I love you sis.

Next part here:

One

Little more than two months had passed since your arrival at Welton Academy. Of course, being the first and only girl to attend the school caused quite a stir, but things calmed down over time.

After being expelled from yor fourth school due to bad behaviour, your grandfather, Mr Nolan, decided that interning you in his own school would give you a lesson. Despite your mother's concern about leaving her little miss surrounded by teenage boys, your behaviour did improve.

Weeks passed and, although the idea of playing a prank on the teachers dangerously caught your attention, you were so immersed in your studies that you had no energy to plan any prank. You finally felt like you were learning useful things, and not the “how to be a lady” nonsense that the nuns tried to teach you in yor preveious schools.

However, what really changed the way you saw the school, were the friends you made there. By the second day you were joking around with Charlie and Meeks, and by the third day, Neil offered you to get into their study group. Not just that, you were proud to be a member of the second generation of dead poets.

Exams period was getting closer, but all of you considered club meetings more than sacred. You don´t really mind to sacrifice a few hours of sleep just to not fall behind on your studies after staying in the cave until late at night.

This particular night you had barely slept. All the poets were so fascinated in Byron's poetry that you all lost track of time. However, the thought of not handing over your trigonometry homework on time kept you awake until the sun began to peek over the horizon. When professor Hager said he would take a point from the final mark if anyone was late on his homeworks, he wasnt kidding.

When you finished the last exercise, you didn't even bother to get into bed. You waited a couple of minutes for the alarm clock to go off and sighed as you reached over it to turn off.

Through your window, you could see the path the dead poets took to go to the cave. A sleepily smile appeared your face at the thought of how quickly you had hit it off with the boys. Maybe, in other circumstances, a girl in a boys school would cause a hormone problem; being the head master´s granddaughter makes boor boys stay away.

Although most of the time you were grateful that it was so, your heart shivers every time Neil looked at you. You knew it was impossible for the boy to feel the same way about you; but you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach every time you heard him recite sonnets from Shakespeare, rehearse for his play, or just see him sitting in class with his glasses…

After a while, a bell pulled you out of your thoughts. Without being able to believe it, you grabbed the clock from your table, and with a gasp, you rushed towards the closet. You had wasted an hour rambling about Neil and the club, there were only a few minutes to get dressed and get to trigonometry class.

By running through the corridors and avoiding the rest of the stragglers, you managed to get to class before Mr Hager. You have never considered yourself a religious person, but the fact that the stricter and puntual teacher was five minutes late could be considered a divine miracle.

You sat at your place, behind Neil's, thanking any god in existence for his services. The boy turned to you smiling; he had the same dark circles under his eyes that you after the previous evening.

- For a moment I thought you wouldn't come. Did you stay awake after coming back from the meeting?

- It´s fine. I had to finish today's exercises, I've been up all night. I thought I was late, couldn't even get any breakfast.

As if waiting for a signal, your stomach growled for food. You hadn't realized how hungry you were until that moment.

Neil was about to say something when voices came down the hall. You both turned your gazes towards the door.

- Thank you for solving my doubts, sir.

- It is not necesarry to thank anything, Mr Dalton, but I still don't understand why you couldn't wait until we got to class to answer.

- I couldn't take another second without understanding the argument of complex numbers. I almost felt like I was going to faint!

Mr Hager came through the door followed by Charlie, who was still in the role of his concerned student. The chestnut had left full of numbers under his arm. Before sitting down on his seat, he looked up and winked at you mockingly.

As the teacher got the books ready to start class, Neil turned back to you.

- Are you sure you're okay, darling? It seems that you are going to fall asleep on top of the exercises at any moment -He asked raising an eyebrow

- These exercises worth more than my life right now. I wish I could have taken some coffee from the dining room. -Your stomach sounded again as if you were right.

Neil stifled a laugh as he shook his head in amusement. He casually reached down to pick up his backpack and pulled out a white, messed-up napkin and an apple.

- Sorry to disappoint you then. -He smiled as he placed the wrappers on your desk.

Curiously you unwrapped the napkin and you see a couple of toasts.

- I couldn't fit a coffee pot in my backpack.

~ End of the first chapter

[where-our-stories-start]

[glazedrainwater]

James Waterston as Gerard Pitts in Dead Poets Society (1989)

[iwentinthewoodsinthe50s]

I have made the mistake of getting Charlie to listen to the SpongeBob musical and now he steals Cameron’s clarinet and sings “I’m not a loser” I have created a monster.

[xlockscreenx]

Dead Poets Society - 1989 | Lockscreens

[glorious-destruction]

I’ll take care of you.

It’s rotten work.

Not to me. Not if it’s you.

I can take care of myself just fine.

No.

What do you mean, ‘no’?

No ♥️

~Dead Poets Society

[aylinhadtimeforthis]

i come with an offering

hello dps tumblr, how are y’all doing on this rather average day :0

You see, the “Welton” logo on the hoodie Todd wears and the other jumpers worn by the students in the poetryball scene doesn’t actually have a set font. It closely resembles ‘Olifant’ but that’s not entirely accurate. So I went and reconstructed the logo :)

Now you can take it and put it on anything. Especially grey hoodies. But unfortunately not the Redbubble ones because the surface area is too small. For placement I’d recommend looking at the scene to see the students wearing them, but I also really wanted a Welton hoodie so I made my own and this is about exactly where the design should go:

anyway that’s all there you go :)

[poetic-gays]

Dead Poets Society as tweets, part 1/?

[thefairyonthemushroom]

'pov: welton academy is now a public school and all the dps fandom attends' aesthetic

quite a long name kdbskns but here it's my aesthEtic!¡!!!!

remember!¡!! an 'aesthetic' is only a fragment of who u are and what u like¡!!¡!! it's not mandatory to have an aesthetic to be 'cool'. this is only good-meaning fun!¡!!

tagging my fellow beloved people (sorry if it bothers or u weren't included but everyone gets accepted in this school, it's a fairy's order 🧚‍♀️💞 don't feel pressured tho skbdkdb): @howthetables @ughgclden @himbo-knox @retrclogy @izzyneedsabreak @queertoddanderson @quaffles-with-syrup @infinite-moths @anderperrytheplatypus @tortiespaw @duxpuella @drummah-in-a-rocknroll-band @neilfuckingperrydeservedbetter @y33tthechild

[joytri]

I'm supposed to be doing the sum

Except I'm gushing over the sum-