Darry: Last year, Ponyboy started reading The Exorcist. In fact, it scared him so much that he didn’t even finish reading it; instead, he threw it off a bridge and into the Arkansas river going through town.

Darry: Now, I’m not usually big on pranks, but lemme tell ya… watching that boy scream and faint after I bought a new copy and ran it under the faucet then put it on his bed for him to find, was the highlight of my week.

Mr Keating on his way to cheer on Neil’s next play

grabbing every 13 yo girl by the arms and yelling "YOU LOOK FINE !!!!!!! DON'T SPEND UR ALLOWANCE ON CONCEALERS GO SEE A BAD MOVIE INSTEAD !!!!!!!!!!! BEAUTY IS POETRY AND SONGS AND LAUGHTER W FRIENDS AND COLORFUL LEAVES !!!!!!!!!! GO READ A MARY OLIVER POEM AND YOU'LL BE OK!!!!!!!!!"

DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH YOUR EYEBROWS

happy being ok day op

I am so much more than ok

Charade (1963)

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I think the funniest dynamic for arranged-marriage royalty would be a queen who came here 100% prepared to murder her future husband and rule as a widow queen in her own right, only to discover that the king is autistic as hell and responds to her wish to rule with "oh thank god please do, I don't want to be bothered by these people. I can just tell them to go bother you instead, if you really want that. I've got beetles I wanted to study."

i was going to learn 12 languages, read 250 books and learn 75 new skills this year what happened

Darry: When you've been around annoyin' people as long as I've been, ya develop thick skin.

Ponyboy: *walking by* Navy blue ain't your color.

Darry: *running after him* NAVY BLUE BRINGS OUT MY EYES, YA LITTLE—

looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3 be like:

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what the actual fuck

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ooh that sounds- what the fuck

unfinished

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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Reblogging for the absolute brutal accuracy of this comment

Are you alright, honey? You've barely put your blorbo in situations

Okay but back when I could afford a therapy my psychiatrist asked if I had written any fanfiction or planned any out in my head, and I was "nah, not really." And she nodded and looked down at her notes and was like "so how do you feel about possibly trying Zoloft?"

I started laughing and she was like "I know it sounds funny but it's been six months without you engaging in your favorite hobby and that's a sign the depression is getting to a point where we might why try some treatments with meds in addition to therapy."

So like. yeah.

So, babe, ARE you okay? You've barely put your blorbo in situations

so i'm in the middle of a dead poets society breakdown/spiral/hyperfixation/etc, and something I really love about the movie is how nothing changes, if that makes sense. it's a story about a system, and it says, "this is the system. this is who it hurts. the end." there's no happy ending. there's no fix. the characters are left broken by the corruption around them, and by the time someone stands up for what's right, it's too late, the damage has been done, the people have been hurt, and nothing can undo it.

i think that's what i find so fascinating about it. in a lot of modern movies and tv shows, when confronting conformity and the systems that perpetuate it, they tear it down somehow. they make history, if that makes sense. dead poets society isn't history. nothing astronomical happened, truly—it's just a blip in time, a sequence of short events that really weren't important to anyone or anything. it won't be in any history books. no one will remember it fifty, sixty years down the line.

but it happened. and it mattered. and now that you know, now that you've been warned, it's time for you to make history:)

tim o'brien, "the things they carried"