50′s boyfriends

Dead Poets Society, 1989

dead poets society but it’s every time someone says charlie’s name

these two photos... i just *chef kiss*

five things you know, and the one thing you don’t.

💗 dating charlie “nuwanda” dalton 💗

ugh he’s so handsome

- when you two first met charlie was a flirty mess

- he tried to be as smooth as possible but for some unknown reason he just ended up being a nervous wreck

- something deep down told him that you definitely weren’t going to fall for his stolen poems and smug smirk

“she walks in beauty like the night…”

“wait, isn’t that byron?”

- the consequent meetings were made up of corny jokes, supposedly by charlie himself (he pinky promised) and small chuckles that unwillingly escaped from your lips

- as every other girl in 1959, you played hard to get and kept your cool, but as you woke up one day and found a peculiar envelope in which was drawn a red lighting bolt next to your bedside table and your heart skipped a beat, you knew you were done for good.

- inside the envelope there was a handwritten poem in rather expensive paper

“from nuwanda, this one is mine, I swear”

- in your first date you opened up a bit more, you both knew you liked each other and as much as charlie might seem like he loved girls a little too much, you were sure he only had eyes for you

- when you two started dating it wasn’t a surprise for the dps, as charlie wouldn’t shut up about “this beautiful girl who is as smart as she is attractive and makes me want to climb the highest mountain and make me scream how much I like her”

- you started attending the dps meetings, and got along great with everyone, everyone was super nice and because you loved poetry so much you were quick to feel accepted

- charlie loved showering you with compliments, he would never stop telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you

- he gave you too much nicknames, princess, baby, honey, love… as much as you thought they were corny, your cheeks turned bright red everytime he pronounced any of these words, which would make him get that shit-eating grin plastered on his face, getting you even more red

- he would sneak out of wellton at night to climb up to your window and spend the night at your house

- he would always come uninvited but it wasn’t like you cared

- you would sleep with your face turned away from him and he would always make you look at him, so he could trace your features with his soft fingers, as he never broke eye contact

- you would fall asleep to the sound of his gentle voice whispering in your ear sweet love poems, some his own, and soft tunes, while he brushed his fingers through your hair and pressed himself tightly agaisnt you

- he would play you the saxophone a lot, joking around most of the time but when he played it for real, you couldn’t help but get up and dance to the sound

- teasing all the time!!

- it would get annoying but deep down you found it cute that he was a bit childish

- he loved spoiling you even when you told him it was too much

- he would buy you so many gifts, and adored seeing you wear them after, he would smile genuinely everytime you wore that really expensive silver heart necklace

- whenever neil brought one of the many screenplays of previous plays he had done to the dps meetings, he would always reenact them with you

- he was a really bad actor and he would joke around most of the time but it just made everyone laugh their asses off

- too much pda!!!!

- he could never get enough, always showing you off and letting everyone know that you’re his

- he was really possessive and a bit jealous, but would always give you your space

- he was also always throwing innuendos at you and was pretty naughty

This was way too long im sorry lmao

- mia ✨🌹

Dead Poets Society + yik yak

Oh! I want to share my favorite image of Charlie:

So fun fact: I actually get serious anxiety about watching DPS. It takes me days or weeks sometimes to get up the courage to just go for it. I don’t really understand why this happens, since this is truly my favorite movie, but I think that I’ve watched it so many times to pick it apart for details I can put in my stories that I can’t just sit down and enjoy it anymore.

That said, I have to watch it right now (bc story reasons) and the anxiety is strong.

More calligraphy!

Ooh wow I’ve posted a few today.

‘The Cat sat on the Mat’ requested by my best @ornament-of-rhyme

Here’s another one

Hehehe

You took the greatest poem of all time and made it a true work of art.

The Four Pillars, shouldered by the boys who represent them.

Cameron, driven by tradition, which led to his final decision.

Hopkins, who stood upon his desk in honor of a man he grew to respect.

Knox, casting away his discipline to pursue what he desired.

Neil, with passion suppressed by his father’s expectations of excellence.