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HOLY SHIT THE CREATOR OF ULTERIOR MOTIVES (the lost media song that ultimately came from 80s p☆rn) SAID HE MIGHT RELEASE THE FULL SONG AAAHHHHHHH

#please let it be real pls pls pls #as much as i love the loq quality deepfried vibes of the version people tried to clean up themselves to get rid of the moaning #a crisp clear version would be such a blessing PLEASE!!!!!! 😭 #fr if this is gonna happen this song will be the song of my summer 2024 I SWEAR

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(eyes spring open after 4 hours of sleep) okayyyyyyyy let's go

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this just came to me in a vision

Benson out in the woods, hunting. He's following a deer to a clearing when suddenly, something big falls from the sky. Landing with far more grace and making way less of an impact than something this size and shape should realistically make.

Turns out that something is looking very human. The deer long gone and forgotten about, Benson approaches the still figure. On closer inspection, it's a strikingly beautiful young man, a boyish face, short blonde hair, and very much naked. Benson keeps his eyes strictly above the boy's waist, and kneels down to check on him.

A fall from this height should've torn him to shreds, scattering his long pale limbs all over the forest floor, but here he is, in one piece, virtually untouched. Benson turns him over, gently running his hand over the back of the boy's skull, checking for any injuries. That's when he notices strange wounds near his shoulder blades. They look like they've only recently healed, the flesh still bright pink, and looking fragile and tender. Like a single too rough touch could rip them right back open.

As weird as this entire situation is, Benson cannot bring himself to leave the boy here all by himself, naked, unconscious, at the mercy of whatever wildlife will stumble upon his body.

So he takes off his long green coat and wraps it around the boy, being careful not to agitate the strange wounds on his back. Once he's sufficiently bundled up, Benson carries him back to his car.

On the way home he's trying to make sense of what happened in the forest but cannot find a rational explanation. If he were more of a believer he'd think the heavens must've dropped an angel at his feet.

#FALLEN ANGEL RANDY THOUGHTS GO BRRRRRRRRR #and it all started with me thinking about randy wearing nothing but benson's green coat 👀 #but then angel randy happened oops #shoutout to coileddragon for planting the benson as a hobbyist hunter idea in my brain through their fic <33333 #robin's writing adventures #i literally cannot stop thinking about them heeeeeelp

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Randy sleeping over at Benson's...... wearing one of his old band shirts to sleep in........ Benson feeling that wave of possessiveness and mine wash over him once Randy comes back into his room after changing in the bathroom, climbing into his bed, getting cozy under his covers, like this is the very spot where Randy truly belongs.....

#i wanna sleep but...... the benson and randy thoughts are unrelenting aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh #brainrot i tell you BRAINROT

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prayer circle the military surplus guy will be at the antique/fleamarket and I will find a coat similar to the one Benson gives Randy

#and tbh if i cannot find anything i will buy fabric and sew a coat myself

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//Never Coming Home//

Randy & Benson's Ma Teen Tags: Post Canon, Grief/Mourning, Smoking

Randy's made a habit of visiting Benson's Ma after that day, knowing the older woman has no one else to keep after her. They get a little closer.

100th FIC IN THE PASSENGER TAG BABYYY

#quietly sobbing into my pillow helpppppp #AUGH I LOVE THIS 😭💕 #the passenger 2023 #fanfic

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need someone to manhandle me the way Benson does with Randy 🙏

#at this rate it'll be the only way for me to get any type of physical touch without having to he a brave boy and ask for it #seriously seeing all the gifsets and screenshots of all the times benson touched randy is making me even more insane than i already am

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Benson and Randy taking a nap on Randy's bed......... all curled up around each other, limbs tangled. Resting peacefully......... sun filtering in through the blinds, bathing everything in a warm cozy glow...........

#my brain keeps supplying me with the most adorable images of Benson and Randy getting some softness and peace for once #i am not strong enough 😭

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ugh just thought about..... no workplace murder au, where Randy eventually invites Benson to spend a day at his place,

Randy's already warned him how overbearing and protective his mom is, how she kept referring to Benson coming over as a playdate, how that makes Randy's skin crawl. To prepare Benson for what he's about to experience when he does come over.

Benson cleans up really well, puts on his best clothes; his most charming expressions and sweet talk at the ready. He will get Mrs. Bradley's approval, no matter what.

He plays nice all day, buttering Randy's mom up, going the extra mile, all to secure his place in Randy's life. At Randy's side. It works like a charm.

After dropping off snacks and drinks in Randy's room, his mom leaves them alone for a while, Benson having already gained her trust he'll treat her boy all nice and sweet (which is only half true. He does want to be gentle with Randy. But he wants to do some less wholesome things to and with him as well. All in due time).

Benson grabs a cookie off the platter placed on Randy's dresser, takes a bite and silently studies the boy's room. All the pictures and posters, the art supplies, the model boats and ships on the shelves. He spots the small vinyl collection, immediately intrigued, wipes the cookie crumbs stuck to his fingers into his jeans, and proceeds to gingerly flip through them.

Randy sits on his bed while he watches Benson take in his room, as if he were studying paintings and sculptures at a museum, trying to find more clues on who Randy is as a person. It's a scary thought, but also exciting in a way. Letting someone in like this. Into his room, his sanctuary. Letting Benson study him so closely, trusting him with his belongings, his passions, all things he had hidden away from the world for so long.

Benson snaps Randy out of his thoughts by way of asking about his vinyls. Which one is his favourite record, favourite song? What drew him to the artists?

Benson joins Randy on his bed, sitting on the edge of the soft mattress. They spend some time talking about music, about the boats and ships, about the art supplies. Eventually Benson gets Randy to show him some of his sketches. They're no Mona Lisa, but they look like they hold a lot of meaning, a lot of emotion. Randy admits the therapist his mom took him to after an incident in elementary school recommended he pick up art as a form of stress relief, to cope with what happened and express himself. And he simply kept at it over the past 14 years.

On the most recent pages are sketches of Burgers Burgers Burgers. The interior, the counter, the displays, a table with the napkin dispensers, little snippets of his work days, no people in any of them. In the corner, in the background of one sketch though, there's a lone figure in their usual work uniform. Leaning against the wall, watching. Benson recognises himself, this must've been during the first weeks of Randy joining the Burgers Burgers Burgers team. He slowly looks up at Randy, seeing the dawning realisation on his boy's face. The slight blush of embarrassment rising to his cheeks.

Benson closes the sketchbook and puts it aside, slowly raising a hand to take hold of Randy's chin, turning his face just so. Benson looks at him, expression unreadable, eyes drifting down to his lips. He leans in to give Randy a short and sweet kiss. It's over in the blink of an eye, Randy turning an even deeper shade of red, still trying to not die of embarrassment over Benson discovering his fascination with him via his art. Judging by the kiss (HIS FIRST KISS!) Benson doesn't mind having caught Randy's attention so early into his career at that lousy little burger joint.

#oops i accidentally another drabble #stockroom syndrome #ranson #robin's writing adventures #yeah i headcanon randy as a hobby artist using it to cope with the eye incident👍 #screaming into my own pillow I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I LOVE THINKING ABOUT THEM #also love love love benson acting extra nice and sweet to get mrs. bradley's trust an approval!!!!!!! #so he can later take randy on dates and have fun with his boy without raising suspicion 👀👍

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at least there's gay people

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hope one day I'll be brave enough to clearly voice my needs without feeling ashamed for having them. I may not get them met 100% of the time even if I ask for what I need. but it'll definitely be better than keeping my mouth shut and suffering in silence like I have already done for so many years

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help the way I posted this and got recommended a reel of a guy singing:

"Doch! Das Leben ist ein Ponyhof. Aber leider, leider sind die Ponys tot"

re: me not getting the late shift

(german brain kicking in) Man kann nicht alles haben. Das Leben ist eben kein Ponyhof :^)

#welp. the universe wanted to make me laugh i suppose

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re: me not getting the late shift

(german brain kicking in) Man kann nicht alles haben. Das Leben ist eben kein Ponyhof :^)

#will try to talk to my coworkers and managers tho. maybe i'll be able to negotiate my way into the late shift lol

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noooo the way I specifically asked for the day after the festival for a late shift but they gave me the early shift aaahhhhh lol

#might need to have a talk with the managers on thursday :^))) #or else i will just have to leave the festival as soon as i can on Saturday and make sure i get in as much sleep as possible before my shift

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the urge to do a little vlog of tomorrow's trip to the antique/fleamarket hhhhhhhh

#i'm thinking a quick outfit rundown and then some pretty landscape shots 🤔 #maybe even a little haul segment at the end??? #not sure how realistic that'll be but it'd be nice i think

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#<333 #postal game

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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains