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• dead poets society: the story of us: the ultimate fic: our version by wentforthetitle

  Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt  

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  14 Oct 2025

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  • dead poets society as a metaphor for friendship
  • Crack Treated Seriously
  • no beta we die like bunny corcoran
  • Authors Regret Nothing
  • authors are not reliable narrators
  • we wrote this instead of studying
  • richard papen is once again unstable
  • julian morrow is once again the coolest
  • grave robbing
  • in this universe we are henry's mushrooms
  • major character birthday
  • Near Birth Experience
  • Slow burn friendship
  • Found Family
  • found cult
  • there was only one 211 section
  • rituals performed as a fun family passtime
  • we dont have time to unpack all that
  • arranged cult
  • we have a take and we are making it your problem
  • you WILL learn historically accurate ancient greek horse names and you will love it
  • accidental adopting of a young adult
  • intentional young adult acquisition (kidnapping)
  • this was cheaper than therapy
  • Unexpected Nicolas Cage
  • unexpected fotocopy noises
  • as a cult this is a they/thems matter
  • cult without a plot
  • misuse of blood agars (umm for the rituals) (we did not bite each other hashtag i swear)
  • maybe convergent evolution was the friend we made along the way
  • in another life we would like to be ichthyosaurs with you
  • in another universe sexyback plays everytime we gather
  • we all need a cold shower
  • life is worth living together that was all thank you

  Summary

  *This is a birthday gift that we crafted for a dear friend of ours. Please do ignore this if you are not Henry Winter.*

  Today, we gathered to celebrate a very special and unique occurrence that only three of us are allowed to witness. We will cry, laugh and curse at the way time passes when we are so caught up in the tangled braids of life. Please, raise your glass with a word of bravery and elegance. Make that promise. Hold it in your fist, just like the one in your chest, and do not let go.
  Even though the winds of time lead us astray, we vow to always remember these days. Look back at them with a smile and a sweet ache in our hearts. We will be certain then, that we are still living in that fairytale, where we remain forever young.

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