Neil has an unsurprisingly diverse vocal range; he and Cameron both sing with a strong vibrato. Todd’s voice is softer -- perhaps a little raspy too. Charlie has strong, clear vocals, “great for many genres” as he likes to boast. Pitts’ vocals are exceedingly average, and, despite being a choir-boy, Meeks’ are too. Knox thinks he can sing, but he’s actually slightly tone-deaf, unlike perfect-pitch Chris.
Okay so theres a shit load of alcohol in this chapter but I've got zero clue how alcohol works so everything I mention is to be taken with A GRAIN OF SALT please DRINK RESPONSIBLY. Just... just pretend the alcohol in this makes sense please im begging you just pretend /lh. This chapters also very self indulgent because I just wanted some happy Todd, Charlie being Charlie, and Neil being,,, you’ll see :))
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How would they be when it came to s̸̠̤̣̟͖̳͕͕͒̽̃̾̈̾ȅ̵̲̪̫̹͗́x̴̹̱͍̫̳̟̦̩̦́̾̅̒͛̅͊̅͠ (and love in general)?
Keep reading to find out!
As long as he’s with you, he’s happy.
Although Neil is more on the vanilla side, he’d try out some new things if you asked him to.
Doesn’t really enjoy having to be so secretive about everything, but there’s no other option; he’d be expelled if anyone found out. His father? Would say it distracts him. Nolan? Would expel him for sneaking a girl in.
His perfect date is a makeout session (that may lead to other things) in the forest.
SUCKER for sleepy sex. No worries, no rush, no nothing. Just the two of you enjoying eachother.
He likes it best when there’s music playing in the background.
Will kiss you until you are worn out.
KING of aftercare.
Will go to bookshops with you and buy hot cocoa to drink while reading your purchases in front of the fireplace.
This man likes taking risks. Broom closets are his thing. He just can’t stand going a day without you. NO.
He’s sweet and goofy. Makes the moment fun and warm, leaving no room for uneasiness. King of comfort.
He has a thing for your collarbone. He told the others one night while very drunk. Weird situation for everyone.
Takes you on picnic dates.
Loves your thighs. Like, too much. If you’re making out, he goes for them, so imagine when you’re fucking.
He invited you to a study session to teach you programming, and ended up doing the deed in the rug.
Loves when you pull on his red locks, drives him crazy.
Kisses you into oblivion afterwards.
SNUGGLE BUG. Most of the times it starts as a cuddling/napping session.
He loves to see you in his own clothes. Specially his white button-ups. (He’s had to sew the buttons back on more times than he’d like to admit).
Loves to sneak out of school late at night to have dates on the forest; you bring cake, he brings books.
He introduced you to Mr Keating like 3 days into the relationship.
He absolutely adores when you dress up for him. He’s the roleplay kind of man.
His parents are never home, so you spend whole days there, studying and cuddling and smoking.
He loves it when you smoke. He finds it the sexiest thing on the face of the planet.
Does your entire hygiene routine for you after and makes tea for your sore throat.
Speaking of exhibitionism... He insested for a long time that the poets brought their partners to the cave and let happen whatever should happen. Well, he ended up dragging you outside and running to school just because he was horny.
He takes you to diners on dates and drinks milkshakes with you, just admiring your beauty.
Always buying you things with the exaggerated amount of pocket money his parents give him. Lingerie, a camera, a beret, socks, bows for your hair...
If he had to choose a part of you to display in a museum, he’d say your ass. No hesitation. Not that he’s a superficial bastard that’s only with you for your looks, but he has a borderline obsession with that part of your body.
Being the kinky mf he is, it’s obvious that he’s tied you up, spanked, slapped, edged and more...