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I did not know then what I know now:

to be an American boy, and then an American boy with a gun, is to move from one end of a cage to another.

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

indie/priv tim gutterson of justified by kel ©

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highly selective and mutuals only evan "buck" buckley from 9-1-1. written by frog. 30+. non rp blogs and minors dni. ©

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

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enjoying neal mcdonough aka robert quarles playing an asshole cop on 911 lone star.

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@guttcrson // you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.

it's the calm understanding that twists at him the most. it makes the guilt roll through him, settling a weight in deep in his stomach. he knows what he did and how much he fucked up and god he hates himself for it.

it's been two weeks since winona left and he's sure it's for good this time. two weeks alone trying to figure his shit out and finding no answers at the bottom of bottle of bourbon. and he can't be mad at winona this time. he made his choices and he has to live with them.

and there's a part of him that feels guilty for being relieved that she's made a choice for both of them. he'll give her whatever support she needs or wants when she's ready ask, but now the door to their romantic relationship has well and truly closed.

"i thought maybe we'd both changed enough that we could make it work. guess they're always right when they say a baby can't fix what's been broken."

raylan hasn't moved from the door since tim allowed him inside. hat in hand and feeling like a dog that's been beaten for the last time. and maybe he shouldn't be here. but he doesn't know where else to be and he hates being alone with his regrets.

"i wasn’t fair to you and i'm sorry for it. you deserve better than the shit i've pulled."

#guttcrson

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Timothy Olyphant JUSTIFIED: CITY PRIMEVAL (2023)

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RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS   —   majority of quotes pulled the poetry book crush. feel free to make alternations.

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

you say ‘i’ll give you anything,’ but you never come through.

please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me?

you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.

i owe you, i owe you everything.

tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.

why take more than we need? because we can.

i want to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

people like to think war means something.

you are here, you are here, you’re still right here.

sorry about how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

will you defend yourself?

let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

you still get to be the hero.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.

eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 

you want a better story. who wouldn’t?

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

we are not dirty.

i will come back from the dead for you.

you are a fever i’m learning to live with.

do you want to go home now?

there’s nowhere to go.

i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.

unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

you take the things you love and tear them apart.

there is no way to make this story interesting.

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

do you love yourself? 

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

even when i look away i am still looking.

i think i need to do this alone.

what more do you want?

you saved my life.

someone has to leave first.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

will you love me even more when i’m dead?

your world doesn’t make sense.

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are we mutuals? then come bother me on discord. you can find me at thecoffeefrog

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"we'll call art and tell him we're going to harlan for your truck." not a complete lie, they'll have to make the trip and it makes sense to do it in the morning. and, it gives them more time for this. to go back to what they had started the night before.

now, in the light of day, raylan is able to truly appreciate the man in front of him. he's known since the first day on the job that tim was an exceptional marshal and an even more incredible sniper. but there is so much more and god raylan's enjoyed peeling away those layers.

raylan's breath hitches when tim's fingers curl around him. this is a bad idea, possibly one of the worst ones he's had, but it's really difficult to consider the consequences when it feels so damn good. it takes every ounce of control not to push him back to the bed and pin him there. he wants to let it drag out, allow tim to have the control.

"i was a little...busy dealing with boyd." a groan and he pushes hips forward, trying to urge tim on. "too wrapped up in my head." he closes the distance between their lips, the kiss hard and demanding. when he takes a breath, he doesn't move away. "caught you looking at me when we were working fucking late and i knew."

"now, are you going to let me fuck you again, or do you need more information?"

tim files that into the back of his head for later investigation. that there were signs when raylan was a boy, that they were clear enough arlo in all his stupid, petty cruelty even noticed them. but for now, for at least a little while longer, he's got raylan's skin in his hands and that won't last for long. "we're going to be late for work." not a question, not asking if they should keep doing this or worrying about being late. just a statement, they are going to be late.

to make his point, in case there was a way in the fucking world raylan could miss it, he presses his fingers into raylan's boxers. he'd barely let himself jerk off thinking about raylan, too sure that it would come back to bite him in the ass, and now he's got his fingers on his cock and apparently can have it again. "damn, how busy were you in fucking other people you shouldn't that you missed the way i checked you out?" why lie when instead he can tease him, pumping his hand slowly over his length as he whispers the words against raylan's lips.

tim's never been to miami, never been anywhere that felt like he could just be that sure, but he's made his life anyway. mostly. "what gave me away, raylan? what was it that made you sure?" he slows down the movement of his hand even further.

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RAYLAN GIVENS + @timothyolyphant's reactions happy birthday, sarah! 🥳💕

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"well, it would have confirmed some shit that arlo already suspected about me." that it wasn't just girls his son had his eye on when he was a boy. though there'd only been one boy raylan had more than his eyes on. but he can't think about that right now. not with tim's hands and teeth on his skin. there's no reason to think about the boy he loved when that boy was gone in so many ways.

raylan watches tim sit and lets his gaze wander over him. sober now, he takes time to appreciate every inch he can see. and god damn he's going to be thinking about that fucking tattoo when he's bored at his desk today.

fingers go into tim's hair, brushing through before settling against his neck. he leans down, lips so close without touching tim's. "needed to make sure you were into men period. i'm pretty out of practice outside miami." enough bars and clubs and accepting spaces that he didn't need to guess. "glad i wasn't mistaken."

"damn, that'd make a fascinating show for the vets in there." the answer is good enough, settles him enough for the moment, that tim lets himself press his lips to the sharp line of raylan's jaw and run a hand down the broad expanse of his back. last night he hadn't gotten to really explore him, too drunk and too lost in it. "bet arlo would've loved that too."

tim runs his teeth along raylan's jaw, slow and steady with none of the rush of the night before. though they should talk about this more, figure out what the fuck it means, that's supposed to be tim's job. raylan rushes in, tim is the back up. but fuck, sometimes he wants to make the stupid choice too.

"shit, you've been pining for me?" that call, he remembers it, remembers that it was the first time tim killed someone with a gun pointed at raylan, or in his area at least, but not the last. but it felt so easy to do, to kill someone knowing that it was raylan standing in that room. he'd do it a thousand times if he had to. he plants a kiss to his collar bone as he moves to actually sit on the bed. "you had to see if i was into dirty old men taking advantage of me? that what you had to figure out?"

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I did not know then what I know now:

to be an American boy, and then an American boy with a gun, is to move from one end of a cage to another.

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

indie/priv tim gutterson of justified by kel ©

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meme call time. multis, you know what to do.

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"i was ready to fuck you the moment you climbed out of your truck. you wanting to fight arlo was just the cherry on top." one hand lifts from tim's hip to trace thumb over the tattoo on his chest. "thought i might lose my damn mind if i didn't get to see what this was."

but it wasn't just that, was it? the thoughts had started sooner than that. not love at first sight because raylan wasn't really paying attention that first day. he'd been too distracted by crowder bullshit. and ava. and yeah, that had been another in a long line of mistakes.

"might have started to have thoughts that night you took out cousin dupree." you got a sniper in your pocket? "but i don't know if i quite had you figured out yet. not sure i got a real read on you until later."

he wants this so fucking much he feels like he's going to choke on it. tim fucked plenty, even in kentucky, maybe even especially because he was in the same place for a while. but raylan. that was different. raylan pissed him off more than anything, the world room bent around him when he walked in, tim lived for the way he could make raylan roll his eyes with a bad joke, and now he got to do this?

so maybe he can give in, maybe he can just let this last for as long as it's gonna last. until ava calls or until winona walks into the office. however long. the sex was good, some of the best he's had, and his free hand comes to raylan's shoulder to tug him closer as he walks tim backwards. when the back of his knees comes in contact with the bed he doesn't fall. not yet.

"is this just cause i tried to fight you father?" tim's pretty certain that won't stop him from letting raylan tumble him down again but he needs to know.

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being back in kentucky after being gone for nearly twenty fucking years had a way of making raylan feel thrown off balance. he'd sworn he wouldn't be pulled into harlan shit but he'd barely been back for twenty four hours before art threw the name boyd crowder at him. and it had all been downhill from there.

seeing winona again. shooting boyd. sleeping with ava.

he realizes, now, that he probably should have given tim a bit more of an indication that this wasn't his first rodeo when it came to men. well, it doesn't matter because he's sure tim figured it out after last night.

"wouldn't call it an act." still holding onto tim, raylan gives him a little nudge to walk backwards. "though next time i'd like us both to be sober so i don't feel like a dirty old man taking advantage of you."

before last night, before raylan's lips on his and raylan's hand on his bare skin, he hadn't ever let himself think that raylan might fuck men. he had ava and winona. he clearly liked women and tim couldn't stand to let himself think he might swing more than one direction. but now it was crystal fucking clear that he did, and more than that that raylan had been with men before. no virgin could fuck like that.

but that was sex, it was one thing, you could fuck a person and never see them again. that shit wasn't gonna work with them, so tim had figured he would walk in here and find raylan working out some way to tell him that they should pretend this hadn't happened. it was just the adrenaline from the fight with arlo and the burned out trailer. instead, apparently, they were kissing again.

without even thinking, because he's stupid but he's not that stupid, he loops one arm around raylan's neck to press him into a more sure kiss. it only lasts a second before he remembers that raylan is his fucking coworker and they're in fucking kentucky. "jesus, raylan," there's an edge to his voice that he doesn't appreciate, not coming out like a ranger more like a kid worried he's about to get yelled at. "you don't have to act like you wanna keep doing this." but his hand clenches slightly at the back of raylan's neck.

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he hears the movement before catching a glimpse of tim in the mirror, and fuck he looks so damn young. too young for the shit raylan knows he's seen. tim's got a kill count far higher than his own and god he deserves so much more.

raylan's eye meet tim's in the mirror and his lips curve just a bit at the corner. he knows he should have known better and that's his problem, isn't? he knows better but it never matters. he didn't stop to think about the consequences of the morning.

he turns to lean against the sink, fully facing tim now. "well, i don't know about you, but i wasn't planning on making an announcement when we walk in there."

a push from his position then, moving to tim. fingers hooking in the waist of his jeans to pull him just a bit closer. "i dropped you off and slept on your couch." he should shower and get dressed, but thats not high on his list of priorities at the moment. "that's all he needs to know." head tilts down, a kiss brushed over tim's lips.

tim sees shit coming, that's his entire fucking job, seeing the bigger picture and catching the shit that people miss. he'd seen arlo standing and felt the violence brewing in him and raylan, he'd seen art's arm reaching out to stop tim from leaping over the table. and why the fuck had he done that? but he'd missed this. raylan following him up to his apartment, raylan putting a hand on his chin.

and everything that came after.

in the weak morning light, with his hangover fading and the sound of raylan's breathing beside him, he sees the parts he missed. remembers the way he'd flirted with the bouncer and how raylan's eyes lit up. even more, the way he'd looked at tim after the fight with arlo. he should've seen it coming. but tim had been so used to wanting things he was never going to get that the idea the cowboy could actually want him back? well, shit, no amount of sniper training had gotten him ready for that.

which is why he'd slunk out of bed even earlier than usual, pulling his boxers and jeans off the floor on the way to his kitchen to sit, and think, and spiral. raylan's the senior deputy, if he freaks out tim's the one that'll be gone.

when he hears the water in the bathroom running his stands, jeans still low on his hips because he hadn't found his belt, and stands in the doorway of his bedroom. his face is blank, nothing of the flush and smile that had covered it the night before. "art's gonna eat us alive if he knows about this." he meant to say something about how they could pretend this never happened, but the words wouldn't come

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Shelter (2007)

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