#crowson

[lbctal]

justified playlists

made some justified playlists cuz the hyper fixation is consuming me! pls enjoy them. :]

[itookyoudown]

the way brand new Tim/Boyd and Tim/David Vasquez fics dropped on the same day....true love and real peace exists in this fandom and it's proved by the rarepair writers.

[willowmckinley]

since we accidentally gave Raylan a kink meant for Boyd I think it's only fair we give Boyd a kink I usually reserve for Raylan!! So let's do this: Boyd/Tim + jealousy kink

Thank you for the prompt, @itookyoudown! I think you might like this one, I tried to suit it to your tastes.

Words: 656

“Jimmy, leave us, would you?” Boyd says, without turning to face either of them.

Tim remains at ease where he’s standing, on the opposite side of Boyd’s desk.

Jimmy looks between the two of them. Tim knows he feels iced out, when Boyd does this. He must think there is some secret planning he’s not let in on. Tim grins. He doesn’t dissuade him from that notion. He’d stick his tongue out, but Boyd isn’t even looking behind to grip it between his thumb and knuckle. Seems like a wasted opportunity.

Jimmy shuts the door behind them, and Boyd finishes pouring himself two glasses of top shelf whiskey. Boyd sets the tumblers on his desk and sits in his leather chair. “C’mere,” he says.

Tim ambles around the large, wooden desk. He sits on the edge, a leg propped against the drawers.

“I said c’mere, boy,” Boyd snarls. His voice is tight and sexy, how Tim likes it. He grips Tim by the hips and pulls him toward his lap. Tim lands on Boyd’s thighs with a small exhale. He shivers. He wraps his arms around Boyd’s neck, arching his back so his chest rubs against Boyd’s own.

“Is this better, Boss?” Tim asks. He rolls his hips forward, brushing their cocks against each other, before he leans back. His arms still meet around Boyd’s neck, but his chest is no longer dragging along Boyd’s.

Boyd’s hands slide down Tim’s back, until they find their rightful places on Tim’s hips. Boyd grips Tim again, holding him in place, their cocks aligned. “Your behavior is unacceptable, brat,” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s shoulders shake with unreleased laughter. “Aw, man, is this my employee review? Are you gonna write me up?” Tim asks.

Boyd’s hand is whip fast on Tim’s cheek. His palm pushes Tim’s skull against the hard wood. Pain blooms from his temple. Oops. Pushed Daddy too far. Tim whines. “You will address me with respect, worthless dog,” Boyd commands.

Tim pants. “Yes, Daddy,” he says.

Boyd lifts him up by his hair and slams his head back down on the table. “Have you earned the right to call me Daddy?” he asks, though the question is very clearly rhetorical.

“No, Master,” Tim says. He tries not to slur the words. His ears are ringing. Blood pulses pain into the newly blooming bruise.

Boyd lifts his head back up by his hair and holds him in his eye contact. “Where were you last night?” he asks.

Tim swallows thickly. “I was with Mark,” he says.

“Oh, were you?” Boyd asks, deceptively light.

“He needed me,” Tim says.

“Needed you?” Boyd repeats. His tone is light. There’s almost a bit of humor in there, if you were easily convinced. Tim was not. “What did he need, beast? A blowjob? A tight little hole to fuck himself into?”

Tim shakes his head. “No—he,” he tries to explain, but he is not surprised by the interruption. Boyd’s fingers tighten in his hair. Boyd’s other hand comes up to clench around Tim’s jaw, halting his speech. His fingers dig into Tim’s face, so tight Tim worries about the bone.

“If this mouth cannot speak honestly, it will not speak at all,” Boyd warns. “I should have known,” he spits. “You always were a little whore. First you send your baby-doll fuck-me eyes at Colt. Now, you prance off after your miserable little leech. What next? You’ll be shaking your sultry little ass for Deputy Givens?” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s breath catches in his throat. Boyd stills. “Oh?” he asks. Tim shivers. “Oh,” Boyd rolls out. He slams Tim’s face on the hardwood with enough force to break his nose.

He rips out Tim’s belt and forces down his jeans. “Well, then must I show you who you belong to?”

The first impact against Tim’s back is comforting. Boyd forces his thick cock up Tim’s unprepared hole. The second impact is even better.

[crowgivenson]

[arkuiver]

this is how boyd and tim would have ended up in 5x04 if raylan hadn’t interrupted

[crowsonlaw]

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[anonymous-dentist]

i can tell exactly how twitter is going to react to phil going on this rescue mission and it's:

"OMG PHIL SAVING HIS KIDS 😭😭😭"

"THE FAMILY IS BACK TOGETHER"

"BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS"

"CROWFATHER AND HIS GRANDCHILDREN SAVE THE DAY"

"Why is Cellbit talking about Roier so much 🙄"

"Where's Baghera?"

"Where's Jaiden?"

"Where's Charlie?"

"Why are Cellbit and Richarlyson talking in Portuguese we caN'T UNDERSTAND THEM!!!! 😡"

"CROWFATHER AND CROWSON"

"TAKE HIM TO THE NEST PHIL!!!!"

[westdallasgang]

Bonnie and Clyde raid the Eastham Prison Farm:

At 6am on January 16, 1934, the gang slipped quietly in their black Ford V-8 through the dense fog rising from nearby the Trinity River. With lights extinguished, the Ford parked just beyond a narrow bridge. Clyde and James stepped out with loaded BARs tucked under their arms, capable of firing a 20-round clip of 30.06 armor-piercing shells in less than 3 seconds. The two men crouched along the creek bank and waited. At 7am Clyde detected movement beyond them. The ghost-like images of a line of prisoners slowly materialized in the distance. The white denim of their prison uniform glowed with an eerie radiance. Guards bearing weapons accompanied the line. Soon the field was covered with prison work crews, each preparing to clear the land for the spring planting and cutting wood to stoke the camp stoves. Guard Olan Bozeman had already noticed Ray moved from his own group and joined Joe Palmer, Henry Methvin, and Hilton Bybee.

The guard chose not to take action. Until they moved farther. He then called for a mounted guard to hold a gun on Ray so that he could be whipped with a trace chain, just as he had planned. At that point, the men were less than a 100 feet from the creek where Clyde and James were hiding. Major Joseph Crowson, who had repeatedly beaten Joe in the past, was called on by Bozeman. While the two guards conversed, Joe walked up as if to ask a question. He turned to Crowson, leveled his gun, and fired a single round into the guard's stomach, knocking him off his horse. Crowson died instantly. Shocked at what just occured, Bozeman pulled the trigger at Joe. Joe ducked just as a charge of buckshot sailed past his head, a lone pellet creasing his temple. Joe fired two shots. A bullet teared the shotgun from Bozeman's hands and another wounding him in the hip.

Ray fired one shot when the clip popped from its housing and tumbled to the muddy ground. Virtually disarmed, Ray searched for his clip in the mud as Joe helplessly fought it out alone. Clyde and James then reared up and fired shots above the heads of the startled men in the field. While guards and prisoners alike were diving on their stomachs, Ray, Joe, Henry, and Hilton ran for their life. Bonnie sounded the car horn from the getaway car, using it as a beacon for the fleeing men. 3 guards started running as fast as they could in the opposite direction, leaving the 4 of them unguarded. Taking advantage of this, a convict named J.B. French slipped quietly into the pines and made his way to the Trinity River on foot. He was captured the following day without ever meeting the men responsible for his brief taste of freedom.

"Nobody but Ray and Joe can get in the car," James called out. "Everybody else go back." Clyde snapped. "You shut your damned mouth, Mullens, this is my car! I'm handling this!" The fleeing men jumped in the vehicle. As the distant whine of prison sirens came closer, Clyde shifted to first and sped away. Roadblocks sprang up in nearly every town between Dallas and Crockett, but Clyde outflanked them all by driving cross-country through farm after farm. In Hillsboro, TX, Clyde stopped for gas. The attendant spoke excitedly as he serviced the getaway car. "Did you hear about Ray Hamilton escaping from prison?" he asked. "No, really?" Clyde said. "Yeah! Bonnie and Clyde just walked right into the dining room this morning and took Ray out while everybody was eating!" Bonnie and Clyde were amused. As they fled Texas, the gang switched vehicles often. They decided to rob a bank to pay James his $1,000. The gang eventually split and went their seperate ways until things cooled down. Hilton was the only one who got captured and was sent back to prison.

[lbctal]

hello small amount of crowson shippers. i offer you my second attempt at a crowson playlist bc my first one was shit!! still a wip but felt like posting it.

[itookyoudown]

also yes the Boyd/Colt/Tim noncon fiesta was me 😌

[willowmckinley]

Howdy, folks! This year I signed up for Fandom Trumps Hate! I want to try practicing writing based on prompts! First come first served. I'll try to write at least 500 words per suggestion~!

[clogginbloggingoggin]

WALTON NOT WALTER skdffsk way to call me out like this AKA thank you from a called him walter goggins more than once reformer. can't wait to reblog his face on my crowson & ot3 blog freaky freak of a man (affectionate)!!

LMAO. so glad you’ve reformed. honestly it’s cuz i was watching interviews and people are still calling him walter in the comment sections. to this day. IT’S 2024 PEOPLE. 💀

oh yay! always happy to supply you with his face!! 🩶

[kwebtv]

Bread - BBC One - May 1, 1986 - November 3, 1991

Sitcom (74 episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Jean Boht as Nellis Boswell (series 1-7)

Ronald Forfar as Freddie Boswell (series 1 to 1990 Christmas Special)

Peter Howitt as Joey Boswell (series 1 to 1988 Christmas Special)

Graham Bickley as Joey Boswell (series 5-7)

Victor McGuire as Jack Boswell ( series 1-3 / 5-7)

Jonathon Morris as Adrian Boswell (series 1-7)

Gilly Coman as Aveline Boswell (series 1 - 1988 Christmas Special)

Melanie Hill as Aveline Boswell (series 5-7)

Nick Conway as Billy Boswell (series 1-7)

Kenneth Waller as Grandad/William Duvall (series 1-7)

Bryan Murray as Cousin Shifty (series 4 - 1990 Christmas Special)

Pamela Power as Martina (series 1-6)

Eileen Pollock as Lilo Lil (series 3-7)

Joanna Phillips-Lane as Roxy (series 3-7)

Caroline Milmoe as Julie Jefferson (series 1-2)

Hilary Crowson as Julie Jefferson (series 3 - 1989 Christmas Special)

Giles Watling as Oswald Carter (series 4-7)

Rita Tushingham as Celia Higgins (series 4)

Deborah Grant as Leonora Campbell (series 6-7)

Charles Lawson as Yizzell (series 1-4)

Simon Rouse as a friend of Yizzell (series 1-4)

[crowsonlaw]

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[forlorn-crows]

BIRTHDAY????

CROW GROWN?????

CONGRATS ON YOUR BIRTH CROWSON

AH thank u moony!!

[artiesongbird]

One of my favourite nebulae with apparent animal-like features is catalogued as LBN 203.50-30.15 in Beverly Lynds' Catalogue of Bright Nebulae. Located at 04h 45m, −06°, immediately to the east of the Witch Head Nebula in the constellation Eridanius, it's often referred to by astronomers as the "Howling Wolf Nebula" for its striking resemblance to its namesake. It’s notoriously difficult to photograph, as it's a reflection nebula mostly lit only by a single Sun-like star – the planet-bearing HD 30562 – which appears as the wolf's nose. A few astronomers have given it a shot though, such as Dan Crowson, Casey Good, and Connor Matherne, who've produced some great images of this beautiful blob of hydrogen.

It looks like a space dragon, god I love nebulae