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

:HOW THEY ACT WITH YOU WHEN THEY ARE SELF CONSCIOUS:

Neil Perry=

-He had to wear heavy makeup because of a costume he had to wear for a theater production. He mentioned the fact he had to wear heavy makeup to his parents and they immediately mocked him. Questioned his sexuality, questioned his masculinity, questioned his entire existence. You knew he had to wear the makeup and didn't mind at all. Why would you? He was so thrilled that you were so accepting but he was terrified you'd stop accepting him when you actually saw him in the makeup

-He wore the makeup, staring at himself. He loved it but felt... embarrassed. Ugly. Just downright awful. He didn't know how to act or show you this makeup so you just waited to find him in the makeup. In his eye shadow, bronzer, foundation, eyeliner, concealer, blush, mascara, and gelled eyebrows

-You opened the door to his backstage room and jaw dropped. He looked... oh my gosh. You just froze. You'd never seen him look so stunning. You covered your mouth while blushing. You noticed his embarrassed face grew to a fearful one. "Well hey my primadonna. You look beautiful. Oh my gosh..." You just froze again. You walked up to him, and hugged him from behind, because he was still sitting in front of himself and before his reflection in the mirror. You kissed his head, and neck, not wanting to smudge his makeup. He began to blush and smile

-"I was so nervous about how you'd feel... thank you for still understanding. I love you, (Y/N)." He said oh so genuinely. You kissed his lips and then grabbed his lipstick to fix it. He giggled as you fixed him up. He was so in love with every part of you. Especially your sweet soul

Todd Anderson=

-Literally it's Todd. Him feeling self conscious is a very common occurrence. But he masked it well beneath his quiet little self. It was rare for you to have to comfort him and talk him up so he would feel better. But when you had to... it was a hurtful sight

-Todd would just start getting all red and teary eyed. He'd sit down in a corner, his legs folded one of one another, somehow still managing to balance on a chair. You'd see him and walk over, sighing out a warm and soulful "Toddddddddd..." It was a exasperated sigh. But when he heard it, he just attempted to smile and look at you. But he couldn't. He'd just smirk and keep his head down. So you kneeled down in front of him, holding his cheeks and hand, stroking his soft skin with your gentle thumb

-"There's no need to feel the way you do. I love you. I'm proud of you. I think you're wonderful. You might not think that, but I do. So at least someone sees the greatness within you, Todd. I love you so much... so it's time for you to start loving yourself as well. Even if you take slow steps, we're starting somewhere, my shy boy." You whispered kindly to him, then standing up straight and playing with his hair. He sat up on his chair and pulled you to him by your little waist. He wrapped his arm around that same waist and put his head in your stomach. You cradled his head in an almost protective way and stroked his hair. He sighed and then looked up at you finally

-"I just love you." He said, standing and putting his arms around you. He basically covered your entire body. Your legs intertwined, your arms hugged one another tightly, and your chest didn't have a gape of air or a smidge of a hole between it. You loved when Todd hugged you like this. He gave you the best hugs

Knox Overstreet=

-Oh my gosh this boy- when he is feeling self conscious he just asks QUESTIONS. How he looks, if he's a good boyfriend, if he is giving enough effort to you. It goes on and on and on...