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A Study on Richard Cameron, if you want to call it that

I know he was a stick in the mud, and he was also a buzzkill, but he was no older or younger than the rest of them. Probably eighteen/seventeen years old.

You see from the beginning, he was always trying to help with homework, and he was studious. That’s not a bad thing in any sort.

He WANTED to be in the Dead Poets. He WANTED to participate and have fun.

He was their friend. A dear friend, however ornery he may be.

Now, one may be thinking: ‘He blamed Keating for Neils death!’ Yes, he did. But I also blamed the doctors for my Papas death, which was completely unavoidable.

One of the five stages of grief is Anger. He was angry, hurt, and didn’t know what to do. He probably heard others blaming Keating.

Cameron was seventeen, maybe eighteen. He was a child. He was always a follower. He followed what others said. And others said Mr Keating and the Dead Poets.

Cameron was a Dead Poet. He probably was blaming himself even more than Keating.

Richard Cameron is Not a Bad Dude

aka. headcanons

He has deep repressed feelings for Charlie Dalton. I will die on this hill. Charlie goes around flirting with the poets and Richard absolutely hates how easy he makes it look, and he hates that Charlie keeps putting himself out there because he’s right here so why would he need to flirt with anyone else?? But he can’t express that because he’s Cameron so he tries to make Charlie stop by acting like a dick.

Cameron’s dad is similar to Neil’s, but his mom is more affectionate (only when he behaves correctly though). He obviously is feeling a lot of pressure from somewhere, but, unlike Neil, whose family is determined to hate him no matter what, Cameron’s family has expressed approval and affection when he brings home all As or talks about how badly he wants to be whatever they want him to be. He feels there’s something in it for him if he lives how they want him to, whereas Neil doesn’t ever see himself being enough.

Neil’s death scared the shit out of him. He was finally beginning to open up and feel like a part of the Dead Poets, but when Neil died, ultimately because of his father, Cameron knew that could be him if he kept acting this way and hanging out with the Poets. That’s why he kept talking about self-preservation, he wanted them to understand how important conformation was. In his mind, he was taking care of his friends. He didn’t want them to die.

Sometimes he tries to come out to Charlie. “Hey, Charlie?” “Yeah Dick?” “I told you not to- never mind.” pause “How do you do it?” “Do what? I do a lot of things.” “You know, flirt with everyone... you make it seem so easy.” “Richard Cameron, are you asking me for advice?” “Eat shit, Dalton. Forget it.”

The whole “I love the clarinet” was an attempt to impress Charlie. It evidently did not work.

After that crazy year, Cameron’s mental health declined hugely. He got a taste of genuine happiness and was basically slapped in the face by life. He didn’t really believe in what his parents wanted anymore, but he was too scared to pursue his own desires.

Ever just sit and stare out a window trying to think of how a shrimp would see you?

Back on my bullshit - keep your eyes out for a ‘How would you meet your end in Ancient Rome’ quiz

the punching scene where everything’s the same but Meeks is no longer Passively Angry™️ but outright furious alongside Charlie

I’m talking “keep my wife’s NAME out your FUCKING MOUTH” type beat

he’s 100% on Charlie’s side, he probably just held him back so he wouldn’t get in trouble

I mean, look at this man

he is ✨angy✨

The euphoria of buying books,knowing very well that it will take 5 months for you to even open that book.

Do YOU want to cry?

Oh I'm sure you do!!!!!

This will give you FEELS for WEEKS

TEARS for MILES

Get out destiel, anderperry is snatching this song now

every day the cameron apologist in me grows stronger

In this house we stan Declan Lynch, an upper middle class white guy, who, when in a museum, started explaining something to the bisexual woman of colour, and immediately banked to “Do you know this already? Don’t let me bore you if you do.”

Good egg.