You're gonna be a good boy, right, Randy?

randycore

my dad took me to see brokeback mountain in theaters because it was not even a little bit promoted as a queer love story, so we had no idea. he was just like "cowboy movie! yeehaw" and then my dad realized what was going on before I did, and we watched people scream and throw food and walk out throwing tantrums, and my very undiagnosed anxiety disorder skyrocketed because of the crowd reaction. my dad asked if we needed to leave, I said the crowd was stressing me out but I was liking the movie. so he said "cool. let them leave and enjoy it in peace" which is what we did, and then I kept watching and I understood™️ and my anxiety did not get better, but on the drive home the only thing dad said was "well! they told a hell of a love story" and he said the nervous dad cackle, and at 14 I didn't get him very much at all, but I think he knew years before I knew and he was trying to figure out how to tell me it was okay.

feeling normal

this has reached samdean blogs and i have an influx of people asking why the guy on the bottom looks like jake abel. i've come bearing incredible news.

randy bradley: the cheerleader who babysits 💄🌸🎀🍒

Emmett crying in Anya’s lap and begging her not to leave him until he falls asleep except it’s Benson doing it to Randy in whatever shitty motel room they’ve ended up in for the night.

aand now. kyle as lps.

there's just something about that 911 phone-call scene in the diner bathroom, where Randy just can't seem to find it within himself to throw Benson under the bus for everything that he's done that day. the stench of bleach still crammed under his fingernails from scrubbing blood and guts off the walls of BBB, inner thighs chafed from rubbing together in a pair of pants much to large for his thin frame, and his body covered in bruises and aches that could be put on a timeline to recount the twisted events of the day, yet he still ultimately answers no when the 911 operator asks if the man with the gun is dangerous.

because even though Benson has the blood of four souls on his hands, randy is still better off for it. the very fact that he is in that bathroom making that call is proof that everything that Benson has put him through has been for better rather than worse. yesterday Randy would have never plucked the phone from the bowl in Ms. Beards house, never would have had the guts to put it to use even if he did take it. Randy is able to push through shaking hands and a constricting throat to call for help, but he cannot pin the blame of the situation on the very man that has granted him the ability to do such things. just like when he had soothed his worried mother earlier in the day, he's a good guy burns in his brain, even as he begs for the cops to hurry.

Because Randy knows that he isn't really calling for himself. He knows that he can't turn Benson in, because that sick elation he feels after he hangs up, the foreign sensation of pride that comes with exercising autonomy without a guiding hand, tells him that Benson had succeeded in doing exactly what he'd set out to do that morning. He had helped Randy. Really helped him. And Randy is grateful.

thinking again how cruel it is that sheppard doesn’t recognize benson at the school. this is the man who ruined his life, the man whose touch he’s lain awake remembering every night for three decades, and benson isn’t even on his radar. sheppard got to forget; he got to move on and benson never had the chance to. he died remembering.

some the passenger fanart because i know you guys love these guys... q(≧▽≦q) EXTRAS!!!!!

YIKEA proudly riding for STEALING ART IS CRAZY WORK. Thank you for outing yourself! @telfords-genderfluid-prospect

Thank you and goodnight! This is all I have left to say on this saga. Don’t steal peoples art! 🥰

No wait this is the last thing. My work sucks I guess. I’m packing it up. See ya on the other side. LMAO

makes up a sandwich to get hungry at

KYLE GALLNER as HASIL FARRELL Outsiders | 2.10 "Stranger in a Strange Land"

when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

“But their relationship is so fucked up why do you like it?” Brother if you even glanced at the shit I’ve romanticized you’d clutch your pearls so hard your fist would go through your chest

the masculine urge to lean in, grab his hand, transparently fume over everyone who has ever been close to him, open his car door and lead him around by the small of his back in broad daylight