#itookyoudown

[davidayer]

Oh lord, it's your birthday!! Lets gooooo! 🥂🕺🎁 @itookyoudown

[royal-abbotts]

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.

[serendipititties]

@goheehawsomewhereelse @itookyoudown I dunno if yall saw triple frontier but Jacob Pitts would have been PERFECT as Benny Miller (minus the MMA fighter thing)

[insistonyourcupofstars]

👀 choose between two things: justified season 3 or justified season 4

How. Dare. You.

I honestly think I prefer season three. It was a season that had to follow up with season two (my favorite so far), and I think it did incredibly well.

There were so many moments that just stuck with me more than season four, like Dewey's freak out over his "four" kidneys, or Arlo shooting who he thought was his own son (The Drama!) We also had the Raylan/Winona split. which I did not see coming (well... maybe a little, but it was so unexpected for me when I watched the episode, and I think I screamed because - again - THE DRAMA), and the continuation of characters and plots from season two really just cemented this season for me.

I also really enjoyed the antagonists of this season more than I did in season four. Quarles was batshit crazy, but in a fun, slightly fruity way, and Duffy is ALWAYS a treat. Limehouse creeped me the fuck out, with his dead-eyed stare and that huge cleaver, but I thought he was a cool villain and I'm glad we get to see him some more in season four.

Something else that I found really interesting in season three was Arlo. I hate the bastard, but I thought it was cool to see him lose his marbles and grow into an even bigger dickhead than originally. Raylan's relationship with Arlo (and Helen!) are some of the most interesting dynamics to me in the show, and I'm obsessed with how Raylan, even after twenty years, can not help but want his daddy's approval (not love, not anymore, but his respect).

Now, there are some things I love about season four (aka Raylan's slut!era). I thought the introduction of Drew Thompson was cool, and we got to see Arlo die like the gremlin he is. We also got hilarious moments like Raylan cuffing Boyd to a tree, along with the iconic line, "I don't like your plan, Raylan!" as Boyd is being dragged out of a cage by his feet. However, I think after 4.11 (favorite episode of the season) I lost interest, whereas I was mostly invested in season three's plot for the whole ride.

[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.