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true romance is when 17 year old charlie brooker planned to give a girl a dustbin on valentines day

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can you guys start giving me writing or headcanon requests i need to lock the fuck back in

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would u guys like to see some of my colin headcanons or am i doomed to only posting ship and familial hcs...

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walkmanposting

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(patrick bateman voice) lets see vamp cam biting colin

Ok happy pride month guys

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you’re unemotional , you were nice to know

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walkman making out. just give them a bit of joy please Theyre too sad

Yes! 👍

bonus

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happy birthday 🎉 my gift to you

HELP ME TJIS IS AMAZING i like the way u drew him. very 2000-2010s british kids book esque. i enjoy

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my birthday passed and i didn't get colin ritman wrapped up in rainbow wrapping paper or bandersnatch back on netflix. sigh. but today marks 41 years since the lsd scene happened in universe

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yippee yahoo

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what is the fate for my new nanette cole funko pop

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YOU GUYS HAD ONE JOB

my birthday is in 10 days so.. erm... @netflix if you wanna bring black mirror bandersnatch back.. nows your chance... aha...

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i have nothing to post lorenz is washed

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happy birthday lorenzmoot!!!

@banderdyves day 🧩

hope u have epicest day in all of history bubs!

The door creaks open, and you're slammed with the stench of cigarette smoke and drip coffee– the smell of home. You walk into the Tuckersoft office, brushing past the desks before settling at your own, the rickety chair groaning as you sink down. You dig around in your bag for your headphones as your computer boots up, dim loading screen popping up.

It prompts for you to enter your login while you're still rooting around, muttering under your breath. Breath mints, cigarettes, a few quid rolling around at the bottom of the bag, but no goddamned headphones. You lean back in your chair with a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand over your face.

"You alright?" Colin's voice pipes up from your right, and when you uncover your eyes, you're met with his tall frame looming over you, holding two steaming coffee mugs. A few years ago, you would've been terrified at the sight, but now, you just take a mug and shake your head.

"Left my fuckin' headphones at home," you mutter, sipping your coffee and relishing at how it smarts your tongue. "Gonna be a shit day for me."

He smiles in that odd little Colin Ritman way– lips thinning and curling up ever so slightly at the corners– and sits down at his desk next to you. He sets his own drink down, before unplugging his headphones from his Walkman and handing them to you. They're battered and worn, red and black, and obviously well used.

You blink at him owlishly, staring at his outstretched hands. "Nah, fuck off, Col. I know you can hardly function without Depeche Mode, and I'm not gonna take that away from you–"

"I guess Mohan shouldn't expect much from me today then, eh?" he interrupts you quickly, eyes sparkling in the sunlight. He shakes the hand holding the headphones, the bits of plastic rattling about. You relent and grab them, plugging them into your own Walkman.

"...Thanks, Col," you murmur, turning back to your computer and typing in your login.

Colin salutes to you, a coy smirk playing on his lips. "Cheers."

You press play on your Walkman, and smile.

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birthday tomorrow i hope i see colin ritman in my living room 🥹

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accidentally deleted these. whoops. anyway now they're back with some extra shitposts