"Carpe Diem... that's seize the day." DEAD POETS SOCIETY PREFERENCES/IMAGINES

:YOU GUYS ARGUE:

Neil Perry=

-You had a performance the upcoming week for your towns theater company. As the theater community club leader, you were busy decorating the performance hall, printing tickets, and most of all warming up your actors. Neil, of course, was one of the male leads in the play once again

-You were freaking out because this was your favorite production you had done yet but your actors didn't seem to focused or ready to put on the production. West Side Story was NOT an easy show to pull of. You were relying on Neil to pull through and make this performance spectacular

-Maybe that relying turned to harsh and scary pressuring for him. He was playing Riff and Riff has the iconic pleasure of starting off the first line in the 'Jet Song.' The night before the first show, Neil was having trouble nailing the intro to the song. He had never had trouble before so maybe he was just nervous... that's what you assumed the first time. But the tenth time, you began thinking he was doing it on purpose or letting his worries consume him. Both of them were not acceptable and both of them were making you angry. You stayed as calm as you could...

-"Neil, this is our eleventh time running through this. Let's really conquer this one. This isn't like you." You told him huffing and puffing

-"Well maybe if you got off my back and didn't make me feel so stupid for messing up I'd actually do a good job, (Y/N)!" 

-You were shocked. He had never spoken to you like this before. It was embarrassing!

-"I-I'm sorry?" You said, putting your hands on your hips. His reply to that was slamming his script on the ground and mumbling 'fucking bullshit' as he stormed away

Todd Anderson=

-You hadn't seen Todd since lunch so you decided to go and see him after dinner. You knocked on his door and poked your head in, happy to see he was alone. In that moment you didn't notice how completely stressed he was

-"Hey my shy boy." You told him as you kissed his cheek. After you kissed him, he groaned. Mean. You walked in and sat on his bed. You moved over his closed textbooks when all of a sudden he shouted, 

-"Don't touch my stuff!" You jumped and pulled your hands to your chest, your face going white. He just sighed and put his hand to his forehead, continuing to write. You tried to lighten the situation after that freakout

-"What're you working on?" He just shook his head and kept writing. You now assumed it was a poem. He always got snippy when he couldn't complete a poem. But he was more snippy than usual now

-"Nothing." He said dumbly, not looking at you. Now he was just being mean, practically ignoring your existence. He said everything with a bitchy attitude. You just didn't need to deal with that. So you rolled your eyes and stood up, putting your hands across your chest, waiting for him to say SOMETHING. Instead, when he finally noticed you, he just said

-"...what?" You only had one reaction to his wHaT. You put your hands around the textbooks he told you not to touch and threw them off of his bed, not caring where they went. He didn't say anything. His jaw just dropped. 

-"I don't deserve this. You're being a dick." You said as bitchy as he had spoken to you, strutting away, yanking his door open viciously and walking out. You ran into Neil who saw your glum and almost scowling face. He just apologized. You couldn't say anything because you would've exploded

Knox Overstreet=

-You were sitting across from him on your bed, reading a book peacefully. He messed around with the bottom of your pants, trying to get your attention. You actually thought it was cute so you'd occasionally look up at him and wink. But he thought that wasn't good enough