It was almost scarily cute, with the shy hand-holding and the almost-kissing and the wondering "Does he really like me?" Todd, sweetie, he let you drag him into the night and off to a new life, half-nekkid, broke, and on the run from both your families- he likes you. Funny to think that I was a slasher that far back.

But yeah, Dead Poets was the movie that triggered my boarding school kink, I think. I need to track down this Toy Soldiers flick you've been talking about- I vaguely knew about it, thanks to a somewhat lame Mag7 AU version, but I haven't seen it. Yet.