#itookyoudown

[clonecaptains]

your cowboy posting convinced me i'm watching Twisters right now goddamn it tornado wrangler fucking nerd he's so hot anyways thank you 🤠🖤

oh you mean the love of my life?? im so glad my silly lil cowboy posting is having this effect 😈you're v welcome

[buthappysoverrated]

i see you're having an extremely normal time about tim gutterson AND tim guttersn's hands today, godspeed justie.

😭😭😭

also like for all the characters that live in my hear rent free, my thoughts about Tim and his hands are relatively normal

[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.

[raylangivins]

18. do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens? 👻👽

i am actually an extreme sceptic in regards to most supernatural things. not only do i not believe in ghosts, i'm the person who taunts ghosts just to scare the people who do believe in ghosts. i have big "dies from hubris in a horror movie" energy, which i'm fine with because ghosts aren't real.

aliens get a pass bc i believe it's possible that there are other lifeforms out there bc scientifically that just seems plausible. do i think humans have encountered any? absolutely not, no.

[itookyoudown]

From nothing but time (hard time)!

Tim thinks there's nothing to say about it. Conversation (and action) over with the night. He’d be wrong. Raylan’s head and now shirtless shoulders and naked arms pop up by the side of Tim’s bed. He’s peeled off his shirt and stands there looking at Tim with a smile in his eyes.

“Tim, you want a taste of Kentucky?”

Tim rolls his eyes. And then he closes them. There’s no potential threat in the question. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Raylan’s dick is hard again. Thus no way for the other man to weaponize it. Not yet. Tim’s still got another thirty to forty minutes before he might have to shove off an attempt for a second round.

“Think I’ve had my fill for the night,” Tim declines in a dry, disinterested tone. He knows now what the inside of Raylan’s mouth tastes like.

He hears something tinny open and close. Tim does peek to find out what that’s about. Raylan’s holding out the little box that he keeps his personal effects in. Letters. Snacks. Shit like that.

“They’re butter cake,” he whispers. Raylan is already holding out the tin for Tim to take one. As if he can’t imagine Tim saying no.

Tim squints at him. “You do know it’s candy you’re supposed to lure boys with if you’re looking to get your cock sucked. Cookies? Cakes? Now, this is what witches use as bait for kids they wanna cook up. Unless you're trying to eat me?”

A shit-eating grin stretches out Tim’s lips. God, he loves this. This is the kind of shit that gets him hard. Or it would have, if he hadn’t just shot off three minutes ago. “This is cultural appropriation, Raylan. You’re mixing up unseemly fornication with cannibalism.”

“Eat the fuckin’ cookie, Gutterson.”

Tim’s never had someone threaten him over baked goods before. He keeps his gaze pinned on Raylan’s face as he dips his fingers into the tin box that Raylan’s still holding out. Slow. Careful. He’s wary about this.

“Why you sharing your mama’s cookies?” he asks. 

There’s no afterglow in prison, but apparently, there are cookies. Tim shouldn’t take the cookie. For much the same reason he shouldn’t call Raylan Raylan.

There are stories about Raylan. There are so many stories about Raylan. While Tim thought most of them were bullshit…the more he gets to know Raylan, the more he believes there's more truth to them than lie. 

And one of those stories that might not be such a tall tale is that Raylan shanked a man for stealing one of the goodies his mother bought in on family day.

“I told her ‘bout you,” Raylan answers nice and easy and with absolute unbidden honesty, “and she told me to share.”

Un-fucking-believable. It’s true. Even murderers still love their mothers.

Ohh yo. Justie i’m glad you asked this one so I can ramble about it quite a bit. This fic’s popularity has always surprised me and I’m still floored by the folks that have reached out to tell me it was one of the fics that drew them into reading more Justified fanfiction or set sail the givenson ship for them.

This was written back in my early days of writing fanfiction for the very first time. I wanted to test out my comfort zone and also give back in some way to the fandom that had given me so much joy, so I hosted a mini prompt fest (Givensongiving) right here on tumblr and invited justies to send me prompts for givenson fics.

You can thank @sublightsleeper for prompting “involuntary arousal + prison sex, gimme that sweet sweet au sauce” and thus this fic was born.

It was hugely inspired by the prison scenes in Justified and other shows such as Oz, Orange is the New Black, and a lot of nonfiction books + documentaries I’ve read over the years about the USA prison system.

When I thought about how to put Raylan and Tim in a prison setting, I immediately went with the idea that they both ended up as inmates. I think I briefly considered the idea that they were both guards. Or even doing guard/inmate, but I didn’t really get any noncon or darkfic inspiration from the prompt. Besides, I did want to preserve the equal footing they have had on the show with each other and I was drawn to painting a friendly/comforting connection between them as they're locked up.

Once I knew I wanted to do inmate/inmate, there was zero question on HOW Raylan and Tim would end up in prison: they’d be there for murdering their fathers.

I can clearly remember thinking about how Raylan would have killed Arlo and had this thought: “what if Raylan killed Arlo with a baseball bat? That’d be hot…but also horrifying for him so let’s explore that”. It felt really fitting to me to have Raylan kill Arlo in such a “personal” way (close and personal and frantic and messy) and Tim to kill his father in an “impersonal” way (cold and distant with a gun and utilizing military tactics).

ANYWAYS. Sorry for all the background rambling onto rambling about this specific bit!

This whole exchange was really meant to highlight the different ways that Raylan and Tim have learned how to survive prison and the effect it’s had on their ability to make connections with others and how to navigate relationships.

Tim rolls his eyes. And then he closes them. There’s no potential threat in the question. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Raylan’s dick is hard again. Thus no way for the other man to weaponize it. Not yet. Tim’s still got another thirty to forty minutes before he might have to shove off an attempt for a second round.

Prison has hardened Tim. He’s closed himself off behind a very high wall to protect both his emotions and also physically safeguard himself. He’s always looking out for an angle that someone might use to hurt him. In this case, when Tim worries about Raylan trying to initiate more sex, this is Tim being painfully aware that his cellmate could regard his agreement with consenting to sex this time as consenting to sex always. 

Earlier in this fic I implied that Tim is a survivor of incest & SA, so it was important to me that I circle around to that reveal again and have Tim anticipating this violence (and have him ready to defend himself)…but having him do it in a very Tim-like way. His casual acceptance of the possibility of it was really meant to highlight the horror of what’s happened to him in the past.

I also feel like the cold, factual, and slightly paranoid way that Tim reacts to Raylan in the immediate aftermath of their sexual encounter was a good contrast to Raylan’s more lighthearted approach as well. Tim hasn’t done as much time as Raylan and Tim got to live life a little before being locked up. And because of that I think Tim’s viewpoint of what they’ve done is more practical – he’s in prison and cut off from the outside world, he’s making due with what and who is available to him. He’s touch starved and knows it and so seeks friendly hands for a few minutes of respite without expecting anything beyond that.

“They’re butter cake,” he whispers. Raylan is already holding out the tin for Tim to take one. As if he can’t imagine Tim saying no.

You have no idea how long I spent researching “traditional kentucky desserts” and “popular kentucky desserts” before I settled on butter cake cookies lol. I really wanted it to be something simple but distinct, something that Frances would actually bake and she’d be able to take into prison for Raylan.

This was also, once again, Tim making implications about his past and being purposefully offensive about it because he likes to tell his little jokes as his primary coping mechanism.

Compared to Tim, it was my goal to make Raylan…I don’t want to call him soft, even though his behavior is obviously softer when you compare it to Tim’s. Raylan is still a very violent and angry man in this fic. His murder of Arlo sent him to prison and him assaulting and murdering other inmates has ensured he’ll be a lifer. He’s also still a smooth talker and likes to tell others what to do (hence him telling Tim to eat the fucking cookie).

However, I did want to draw attention to the fact that Raylan has spent more of his life inside of prison than outside of it. He went in while he was still a teenager. He’s never known the outside world in an adult way, so there’s absolutely a childish edge to him and a degree of innocence in the way he tries to grow closer to Tim.

And I did want to make it clear that despite Raylan’s charm and the fact that he’s over 40 years old in this, he’s emotionally underdeveloped and has a much more rosy view. He is very much experiencing A Big Crush on his new cellmate (and is over the moon that the newest boy on the block likes him best) and is treating their time together as if they’re “dating”. He’s also obeying his mama’s advice on how to treat Tim because yes this is also sneaky Raylan is a mama’s boy propaganda fic.

As an aside, I loved including Frances even if she’s in the background. It felt so good to write at least one AU where Frances survived Arlo even if that meant she lost Raylan to prison. She got to live!!

(author commentary ask game)

[marshal-raylan-givens]

PINK. you are just a lil creature i am putting you in a picnic basket :)

[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!! 🩶

[clonecaptains]

sleepover weekend: rec us the hottest cowboys you know please 🤠

honored that you ask me about cowboys ngl :')

here are some of my faves off the top of my head and in no real order

timothy olyphant of course as one raylan givens !! but also?? timo as any of the like 8000 marshal's he's played can go on this list tbh!!

glen powell in general oooof but him as tyler owens in twisters~ seeing him in that role changes u

pedro pascal as agent whiskey/jack daniels in kingsmen: the golden circle !! when me and my bff watched that i went feral over him and i blacked out and i don't remember what even happened and i had to watch the movie again because i went so insane LOL he's SOOO yummy in that movie

does andrew lincoln as rick grimes count?? like the boots and the hat?? and the JEANS and the way he walks? also andy being british and playing a southern boy is soo much. he does it so well <3

this one is a niche one to me, but dak prescott the quarterback for the dallas cowboys the nfl team - im a huge cowboys fan and i think he's so cute! i love watching the game but him being a lil hottie adds to the fun LOL

sleepover weekend!

[buthappysoverrated]

a fellow brown-haired tim truther!! 🫡how does it feel to be so right and correct?

I mean he just simply isn't blond 😭😭😭😭 Also I think Hoosier is more blond than Tim but I'd still call it light brown 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[willowmckinley]

FTH Practice

Hey, hey! This is my first ficlet as I gear up for @fandomtrumpshate. This was written for the prompt: Raylan/tim + verbal humiliation through scripture (it was originally supposed to be Boyd/Tim but I woke up at 4:30 am this morning so shh shshhh shhh shs hhh and I misread it)

Words: 575

I'll be writing more for the next three hours, if you wanna send me prompts!

Raylan props his feet up against Tim’s back. Tim moans, like the little slut he is. Raylan grins. The poor thing can’t help himself, can he? Raylan lets his boots dig into Tim’s pale, chartaceous skin. He bruises so easily, the sweet boy. Raylan likes it when the dirt rubs in, mixing well with the pink flush and mottling green bruises. His boy looks like a garden.

He flips between pages, fingering the dog ears and the ribbon bookmark that came with the Bible. He’ll start them off, ease them into this little game Tim enjoys so much.

“Look, I come like a thief! Blessed is the one who stays awake and remains clothed, so as not to go naked and be shamefully exposed,” Raylan reads. He grins. “They talking about you?” he asks in faux surprise.

Tim pants. Raylan loves the little tears in his eyes. So pretty. He’d go and lick them off, it wouldn’t be such a hassle to lean down. Tim’s already so worked up from Raylan wrapping him up in ropes. It’d feel like wrapping a gift, if it weren’t for the fact that Raylan’s just giving it to himself.

Raylan laughs. He winks. “Course not.” Raylan flips to another page that will suit his needs. “All because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the charming one, the mistress of sorceries, who sells nations by her harlotries and families by her sorceries,” Raylan reads. “Now that does sound like you, doesn’t it? A little harlot? I’m sure you think you’re so coy, doncha?”

Tim shivers, but he keeps himself up on his hands and knees. He’s come so far. Back when they first started this scene, Tim could hardly get through a verse without collapsing on his face. Yes, Raylan will miss the way he’d give himself a bloody nose, hitting the floor hard, but Raylan can lick off the blood in other ways.

Raylan licks his lips. “You like this, don’t you, you filthy whore? You want everyone to know what a slutty boy you are. Should I trot you out to the office like this? Put you in nothing but a collar, as I show you off? Nothing but your stiff cock to represent ya?” Raylan rubs his lips. “Yeah, I think that’d be nice. I think it’d be fun, having all those eyes on you. Everyone would be so jealous, huh? Of how nice and good you were for me?”

Tim trembles under Raylan’s heel. Raylan moves one of his boots, so he can lift Tim’s chin. He makes Tim look him in the eye as Raylan pulls up another one of his favorites. “Your nakedness will be uncovered. Your shame also will be exposed; I will take vengeance and will not spare a man.”

Tim’s exhale wobbles, because he’s Raylan’s perfect little slut. Raylan thinks about having him move, just to see his tiny pink cock all hard and twitching, but he’d be bereft to give up such a perfect footrest.

“A man is born naked. He comes into the world with nothing. And he goes out of it with nothing. He doesn't get anything from his work that he can take with him,” Raylan quotes. “So? Get to work,” he commands. He lifts his boots off Tim’s back and opens his legs wide for Tim to crawl in.

Tim undoes Raylan’s fly with his teeth. He opens his mouth wide and accepts Raylan’s cock.

[insistonyourcupofstars]

jfkjkfd icon change jumpscare i was like WHO IS THIS ON MY DASH-wait it's cool i know her :))

LOLLLL, this made my morning.

[itookyoudown]

From "I pray the lord my memory to keep":

Cowboy takes him by the arm. Come say hello to everyone, Boyd will be upset if you don’t show your face.

I’m not an invalid, Tim protests, I only got amnesia. But he doesn’t jerk away from Cowboy. Something about the touch feels familiar. Cowboy touches him like he’s touched Tim a thousand times before. He probably has, Tim reasons to himself. They’re supposed to be boyfriends, after all. 

Should we hold hands?

That ain’t something you do, Cowboy says with a sad smile. Tim wonders if maybe it could be something they do now, but he doesn’t say it. He tries to keep it in his head. He hopes the thought will stick in his mind like a pinpoint instead of slipping through the crack where his memories went. Cowboy takes him around the side of the house and into the heart of the party.

Oh hell yeah my cult and amnesia fic for chocolate box!

This whole fic was an experimental piece with the ultimate goal of making it feel dreamy and off-putting and maybe even a little confusing at times because the prose itself was meant to mirror Tim’s loss / isolation and his disconcertment of where he is and what happened to him. I also wanted to leave a lot of fuzz around the edges to all the dialogue and action so nothing is ever clearly implied. 

Tossing dialogue tags out of the window was inspired by Some Brokeback Thing by mystivy. I still to this day consider it the most technically masterful fic I’ve read in Justified.

The way Tim favors Raylan (Cowboy) yet Raylan reacts fairly cold to him while Tim is wary of Preacher (Boyd) but Boyd reacts overly warm with Tim was one trick I used to sow doubt about the situation. Raylan’s touch being familiar was a detail I added in because I want it to spin questions in the reader’s head about WHY Tim thinks that Raylan’s touch is familiar.

Is it only because he and Raylan used to work together? Because they were dating before they ran away? Because Tim really was in a polyamory mess with Raylan and Boyd?

Likewise Raylan’s response (That ain’t something you do) is meant to offer various spins on it too. Does Raylan know because Tim rejected him in the past? Or because they were together and on the downlow?

I never wanted the "true" pairing in this to be crystal clear.

Really most lines in this fic were written so they could be taken in different ways. In reading the reader is supposed to tell themselves a story within the story.

(author commentary ask game)

[via-whitmore]

radicalizing you into adoring tim gutterson by being very silly and unwell about my favorite Just Some Guy supporting character on an old tv show that ended almost a decade ago yes yes this might be happening i will take all blame for this happily 😌

MY FRIEND, I have been in my-fave-is-a-supporting-character hell in EVERY FANDOM before I hit this one. I must pay the universe back for my good fortune as a Boyd girlie by taking your little guy to my bosom. I cannot resist a vet.

Also Buffy ended in 2001. I AM DOING GREAT AT SHOWING UP ON TIME. You are the leader of the renaissance and I am so grateful

[marshal-raylan-givens]

this is tumblr you're supposed to share your gross thoughts with your friends spill!!

I wanna suck on that bullet wound and lick it clean :(

[holbrookism]

your justified reblogging and tagging, esp. where it concerns tim gutterson, is bringing me much joy! ty ty. a pleasure to have on my dash.

🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much justie!! im just happy to be here talking about this wonderful show <3 i love your blog, literally one of the first justified blogs i was lurking on HAHA

[raylangivins]

you're THE Beatles mutual. most underrated Beatles song rec?

tooks!! i am so honoured <3

might just be because i was listening to the white album earlier, but (and this is a opinion i don't think anyone else shares) i truly love rocky raccoon so much! it's got the fun western storyline, paul's singing in it is really pretty, it's got a banger little saloon piano (paul mccartney was having a ragtime moment during this album, and i love that for him), it's got the "sminking of gin" outtake. bop!