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More FTH Practice
This one was written for @thylacinedream's prompt: "This sandwich is too spicy"
I am. So sorry. With what I did to this.
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“This sandwich is too spicy,” Tim says, breaking Raylan out of a several—what, hour?—hour long trance. They have been in this car for eighteen hours, just waiting for their fugitive to leave her ex-girlfriend’s house. It is the exact same stake out Raylan has been on about several dozen times.
Raylan had been reflecting upon Rachel’s mean comment to him, about how he didn’t ask for half the syrup in her coffee this morning, and it was too sweet. It was real blow. A pain he may never recover from.
Raylan takes a beat to process the disruption of monotony, and then, realizes that they had not gotten anything to eat in over three hours.
“What sandwich?” Raylan asks, turning from the brick home with the white trellis and climbing ivy with exactly 342 leaves.
“This one,” Tim says. He holds up—okay, that is not a fucking sandwich. Raylan grimaces.
Pinched between Tim’s thumb and index finger is a stack of a stick of cinnamon gum, half a chocolate bar, a stick of mint gum, a thin granola slice, and another stick of cinnamon gum.
A bite has already been taken out of it. Raylan slides away from the—the thing. Because it’s not a sandwich. Still. He leans against his window. “Did you—did you find all that in my glove compartment?” Raylan asks.
“Yeah,” Tim nods. Raylan watches in horror as Tim takes another bite.
Tim chews until the three gums have absorbed all the crumbs from the granola. And. He. Swallows.
A cold shiver runs down Raylan’s spine. Someone has stepped on his grave.
“Is spicy the only complaint you have?” Raylan asks. He’s amused, despite himself.
Tim shrugs. “Texture’s bad.”
Raylan’s still figuring out how to respond, when the woman they’re after exits through the side door. “Oh, thank God,” Raylan breathes. “Let’s go.”
Tim swallows the rest in one go.
#raylan givens#tim gutterson#im not even tagging this with the ship#thylacinedream#justie games#my fic
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Gotchu boo, 🍓🥑🥤💌 🐇 for the writers truth and dare ask game!!
🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?
chronic justified brainrot. i’ve lurked in fandoms in the past admiring photos from afar and reading smut, but never got involved in the community aspect before justified. @rudeflower and i started sprinting in the justified server and i started dorking around with a boyd & tim scrabble fic (a dusty WIP i haven’t touched in years) just trying to see if i was capable of writing fanfiction as i’d never written it before. then i was consumed by a vampire AU idea and was encouraged during sprints with @praycambrian @boydcrowdr @acorrespondence to start writing and finish it. never would have completed it without their support and all the fun we had sharing snippets in sprint chat :)
then i did a few givenson prompt fics and it all snowballed from there after i clicked with @sublightsleeper and we started discussing headcanons + characterization. never would have continued writing fanfic without kerri 🖤
🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?
@willowmckinley & @sublightsleeper !!
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
@niuserre they just started writing justified fanfic but i am already in love with everything they've written.
everybody go read and kudos and comment on their fics right!!
💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?
hm looks like have 5 unread emails right now, nothing important or fun.
🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?
original characters all the way. only time i've written reader inserts is for erotica books because money lol.
(Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game)
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last line tag
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).
I AM SO LATE AND I'M SORRY I LOVE U ALL <3333 @duquesademiel @espithewarlock @crimsonicarus
wip 1 pierre/charles
“No,” he chuckles and shakes his head, sitting down on the edge of the pool next to Charles. “Do you mind if I join you for a while? George’s snoring has been insufferable lately.”
wip 2 arthur/oscar
If there’s anything he knows how to do, it’s how to take advantage of a gap.
wip 3 pierre/charles
Inconvenient, to say the least, because Charles is a civilised adult and he’s not going to wank in an airplane bathroom.
tagging @your-littlesecret @pinkierre @yukierres @wolfiemcwolferson and whoever else feels like doing ittt💖
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From "i put this heavy heart in you":
“Hello?” says a voice over the line.
“Shit. You ain’t Raylan,” Boyd says. He steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind him.
“Ah... no. Look, this line isn’t really for personal calls—“
“Well,” says Boyd, “I happen to have some information as pertains to the two enterprisin individuals busted out of Big Sandy this very night.”
There’s a pause. “All right,” the voice says eventually. It’s a slow drawl, professional enough, though something about it strikes Boyd as bored, maybe even sarcastic. Although he supposes he’d be aggravated himself, having to answer another man’s phone half past four in the morning. “What is your information?”
Boyd looks out at the headlights flashing by, the roads here never quiet, even in the small hours before dawn. “Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens was ten, fifteen minutes out of Parisville on the Mountain Parkway towards Big Sandy as of 9:20 this evenin. However, if you were to contact the prison, I fear you might find that Raylan Givens never made it back to survey the livin quarters of the escapees, as he was intended to do. I believe he encountered a gas station he saw as suspicious—and I have an inkling his suspicions may’ve proved founded.”
“And… how do you know this?” asks the voice slowly. Suspiciously. Boyd supposes it must sound like an awful lot of detail, to someone who hasn’t spent the last three hours turning every facet over in his head like seaglass, holding each one up to the light, waiting for something to shine through.
Boyd sees no cause to lie. He smiles into the mouthpiece, the one that shows every tooth in his head. “Well, Deputy, I was on the phone with him when he happened upon the very service station in question.”
The deputy on the phone makes a skeptical noise. “And you think this has somethin to do with the escaped convicts?”
“I do believe that to be the likely case, yes,” says Boyd. His hand flexes around the phone, a movement only half-conscious. He only notices when the plastic case creaks. “And if it ain’t, then, when you find him, you tell that fucker to answer his goddamn cell phone.”
The deputy snorts. “All right. Thank you for your information. And what is your name and loca—“
Ah, the phone call. As we know from later on in this chapter, the guy who answers the phone is Tim (and I do hope I did a good enough job characterizing him that this was clear even before he confirms it in the car on the way to Shirley’s later). He is going to be so bummed when he finds out that Raylan came out to Rachel first, after he laid such nice groundwork for such a confidence, but boy is just too subtle for his own good. Of course, this was a large part of the point of this scene: much of this fic deals with being closeted, how and when to come out, the fact that queer people often have to come out over and over again, and the fact that they can be out in some places or to some people but not others; if coming out should ever be necessary and the ramifications of that decision; etc. So, this is the first instance of anyone having cause to question whether or not Raylan is straight. Since Tim in this fic (and in canon, let’s be honest now) is gay, I gave that honor to him. He’s the one most likely to draw the correct conclusion.
I’m so glad you picked this bit, I was very proud of my Tim voice here; plus, it’s the first instance where we hear Boyd talking to someone he doesn’t live with, so I got to really stretch my vocabulist muscles. I know I’ve talked about it before, though I can’t remember where—possibly DMs with @boydcrowdr?—but based on my extensive rewatching of canon I came to the conclusion that Boyd’s language isn’t quite as elevated with the people he’s closest with, including Raylan. I’ve incorporated this quirk of character into my fic, and so while he always has a big vocabulary and likes to throw some impressive words in at random, I’ve written his everyday dialogue more casually so far. He’s at his most verbose when he’s a) defensive or b) trying to get someone (or a group of someones, as it were) to do something. Here, he’s stressed, at a disadvantage, and trying to convince someone of something, so it was fun to let loose on the eloquence front. The hope is that, upon close inspection, the fic hints at Boyd’s state of mind, as well as his intentions, in accordance with how pedantic he’s being.
I think Boyd’s feelings are pretty clear through the narration, but as for Tim, I think he starts the conversation annoyed and confused, but then gets intrigued, and by the time he hangs up he’s feeling pretty amused and obviously curious, which leads him to go fishing the next day, when he has Raylan as a lone captive audience. Prior to this call, he was stuck in the office doing boring shit in the middle of the night because of this prison break bullshit, his new colleague is out doing all the legwork Tim would much prefer to be doing right now, so this ends up being a pretty interesting event to cut through the boredom. Ultimately, he doesn’t regret picking up Raylan’s desk phone; his night would have felt a lot more pointless and monotonous if he hadn’t. Plus, you know. It’s nice not to be the only one.
So, after California, we now have all the most important players from the Marshals’ office at three different places when it comes to their knowledge of Raylan being queer: Rachel, who he told outright; Tim, who guessed correctly; and Art, who’s still in the dark. This, of course, adds several delicious layers of tension that are very fun to work with. And the one of the three who has the most reasonable argument to claim that he should know is the only guy who doesn’t.
(Ask game here)
#ask game#heavy heart#willow universewoman star-shine#my fic#justified#tim gutterson#boyd crowder#writing#long post#i hope this lives up to the spirit of the game!#i didn’t really talk about what i was thinking about while writing it because. well#i’m mostly just thinking about what i’m going to write haha#i basically have the scene playing out in my head so i can add details#thanks justie i’m so glad i got a bite for this one :)#justie2justie communication#also sorry for the lack of puns i love puns but couldn’t fit any in :(#justie author commentary
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Also 65 and 80 :)
For the ask game for fanfic writers
65. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written?
ooooooooooh... That's a hard one. yknow I think I would have to go with Rinse Cycle or Remembrance. I think what I enjoy most about those titles is that I can't think of a single title that might be capable of replacing them and having the same feel and meaning behind them. That's very appealing. Like. The title is part of the fic and it matters a lot but sometimes a story can have a bunch of titles and it wouldn't diminish it but these two.... I couldn't even try to change the names.
80. do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?
Yes absolutely every time. Way back when I first learned to write I learned it through the medium of essays and the idea that all art is trying to convince you of something really stuck with me. Not always is it something grand and impressive or meditative or whatever. It could be something simple like, "Isn't this character kinda funny? Wouldn't this be interesting?" or it could be something more difficult like, "actually you don't need to earn love. people can just... love you as you are and that's pretty OK."
I tend to use a lot of little motifs and themes like certain sense descriptions for certain characters, different topics they might think or act on... Like some characters come with these sort of things built in. Boyd and his constant identity crisis or Raylan and control. The way they both use clothing as costumes and build layer on layer of symbolism and meaning and bullshit into their appearances at all points. This one is definitely in that part from The House Carpenter I already talked about earlier but it's certainly in Remembrance. again between the gloves and the rings and the rest of the clothes in the closet.
Rinse Cycle conversely uses motifs of nature and animal life, weather and sound, the tempos of conversation between people and of course color schemes from person to person....
but why are you sooo nice thank you for asking!!!! :')
#unhinged monster answers publicly#acorrespondence#teen wolf#justified fx#justie author commentary#justie2justie communication#ask game
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attack on vah naboris only playing once is a crime
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Just remembered I never posted this colouring of Justy from one of the Colosseum mangas
This is literally the single only time he ever appeared in any of the Colosseum/XD mangas. Which makes me sad. But the fact he appears at all at least makes me happy
#pokemon colosseum#pregym leader Justy#imp.jpg#he is my favourite orre character. I love him. even if the only time he was ever really all that relevant was when he got kidnapped#and his identity got stolen#also I do sometimes think about how here his design is kind of off in this manga compared to how he looks in the game but I assume#there probably just wasn’t really any good pictures of him to go off. wouldn’t surprise me all that much
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For "with the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride":
And listen, Raylan is under no illusion his relationship with Boyd is healthy. The other boy could be sweet as apple pie (the real thing, not Mags's. Although Mags's probably was the perfect metaphor for their relationship) one day and grabbing Raylan by the throat hard enough to leave bruises that last days the next. (Boyd said it was for looking elsewhere but Raylan wasn't. Why would he?) But Raylan loves it. He's sure there's something in there about not recognizing love unless it's tinged with violence but he doesn't care. At least he's pretty sure Boyd loves him. He knows he loves Boyd and that's enough really. He's just a little worried if he voices it Boyd won't say it back or worse, he'll think Raylan is too clingy and leave him.
(Love, Willow)
Aaah thanks justie!
A fun fact about this paragraph is its the first I wrote for this fic and was originally at the beginning! But then I like leaving the fic in this series (and in general honestly) with these little bits of self reflection from the characters.
They are so so toxic and dysfunctional and codependent and deeply madly in love.
The mags's apple pie metaphor is something i was so proud of I was like this is clever.
Recognizing love without pain is something I heard ages ago i don't even remember when or where that I think really encapsulates a lot of the dynamic here.
Their relationship in this verse is so like. Theres never really any point where there's clear lines drawn around it theyre not referred to as boyfriends or anything of the like. I dont think they really know quite how to define what a relationship looks like or at least raylan doesn't. These are two toxic damaged people latched so closely together.
Boyd has literally killed for raylan he doesn't want him looking to anyone else but raylan still questions his commitment (hello abandonment issues). He worries hes too much for boyd someone who is also Very Much.
Boyd's actions described even in the paragraph directly, very literally clinging, completely contradict raylan's worries. But that cognitive dissonance was important i felt to show. They're very very messy people and I think thats beautiful.
(Love, raylan)
#aaaah is this good??? i reblogged this ask game so fast forgetting i never even listen to dvd commentary lmao#answered#justie author commentary#i think thats the tag we landed on#fanfiction#slasher au
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Tag - you're it! 💙Post a snippet of one of your works and send this ask to five other people.
OOOOHHHH this is such an awesome ask game idea!! i LOVE it - and thank you so much for thinking of me 🥰🥰❤️ now, unfortunately the fic i've been working on the most lately is the [redacted] fic, which much as i might want to, i'm not allowed to share any snippets of publicly. i am being Very Good and following f1 big bang rules 🙏
luckily, i also have my trusty 2023 kisses fic <333 which has been a little on the back foot lately, i'm afraid, but i did update it yesterday and make myself giggle quite a lot with this bit:
Charles can't stop thinking about sex with Pierre.
It's more than a little embarrassing, and also horribly inappropriate, because here he is, on holiday with his family. With his mother. He's sure it must be some kind of crime to think about sex when your mother is present.
But Charles can't help himself.
🤭❤️
thank you again for tagging me!! 😍🥰 ABSOLUTELY LOVED DOING THIS :DDDD can't wait to pass it on!
#asks & answers#wip snippet ask game#🖥 chaesonghwas#AWWWW I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS 🥰🥰🥰😍 such a great idea for an ask game!!#thank you so much for tagging me; justi <333#wip: 2023 kisses#😘🤭
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( @prestigepreceptcenterpregym )
😴😨
I’m scared what justy could be like in dreams if he’s like that in reality
No dreams about him. Ever.
Every single time it's a nightmare lmao.
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Sand. Fucking everywhere. Skrub could barely move. Every inch he pulled himself out of the ground was two more inches he sunk down. The visor of his helmet protected his eyes, but nothing stopped the coarse particles kicked up in the air from his struggle from entering his airways. Skrub could only choke and cough and struggle as her life flashed before her eyes.
#pkmn irl#ask game#ooc post#justy tag.#tw suffocation#cw suffocation#//remember at the beginning when we said justy tried to bury skrub alive but he somehow survived :)
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Thank you, Rope!
😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
Haha, oh man, this is a good one for me. To be honest, most of Chapter 2 of my soulmate au was intended to be mean to @skelingtonsderek because I knew how overwhelmed he got at certain scenes, and then doubled down.
In "leaving the candle behind" when I had Raylan and Boyd be as emotionally hurtful to each other as possible, I knew the readers would hoot and kerfuffle, but I had written that one for the scene more than to be mean on purpose.
That's honestly mostly what it is for me--while I do get excited when I know a line will get to my readers, I don't write it to be mean, I write it for the story itself. I just really do enjoy when I know it'll have impact, especially when I get comments referencing those lines specifically!
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top five songs that make you think of givenson🎤🎤🎤
Oh darlin', darlin'
What have I done?
I've been astray from you too long
And all my days have turned to darkness
Hell is leaving the light on
And ooh they'll hang me way up high
God himself will drop me from the sky
And let me swing a while
pinnacle givenson song for me. no i cannot elaborate but this is them that's them. western heart break my beloved.
Love for you is like a wild west movie
You always end up on the run
You draw quick and your aim is deadly
And then you ride off in the sun
Someday I hope you find a faster gun
most tim @ raylan song of all time.
You move forward, I move backwards
And together we make nothing at all
You do it for me
You do it with quickness
A man of the hour
As god is my witness
Me and my song
We'll do it alone
it perfectly encapsulates the feeling i get when i think about their secret red door motel room hook-ups.
Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes, so swallow all your tears, my love
And put on your new face
You can never win or lose, if you don't run the race
raylan @ tim song!!
I'm in my prime
I'm liquid smooth, come touch me too
I'm at my highest peak, I'm ripe
About to fall, capture me
this one is sinful @sublightsleeper and i have an unspeakable but lovely givenson dark fic and this is my anthem for it. dark raylan my beloved with a tim that's only a victim the first time (after that he's an accomplice).
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Armored Warriors - from Capcom Beat ‘Em Up Bundle (PS4)
Game play session: https://youtu.be/laZbXOs3nHM
#armored warriors#capcom beat em up bundle#beat em up#beat em ups#ps4#justis#reptos#big apple#mechs#underwater#can't take much more#video game#video games#post apocalypse#post apocalyptic#the big apple
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badly summarised wip tag game
rules: summarize your WIPs as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote which one they'd like to read the most
i was tagged by the wonderful @espithewarlock @justahappycloud @pinkierre and @singsweetmelodies, tysm my lovesss💖💖
(note: all of these are/include piarles except two, it's up to you to guess which ones🤭)
tagging @river-ocean @wolfiemcwolferson @welightitup @yukierres @duquesademiel @leclercenjoyer @your-littlesecret (sorry if you've done it already!) and anyone else that wants to joinnn💕
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Miami, Part 2:
Boyd comes back when the kitchen’s quiet to find Lissy scowling and kicking at the closest leg on the kitchen table, the shoes Raylan already bullied her into leaving scuffs on the paint. He raises his arms and fixes her with a look. “What is goin on with you, girl?”
“Nothing.”
Her brows are drawn down, shadowing her eyes like storm clouds. Threatening rain, if he’s reading the sky right. Raylan got like this sometimes, as a child, and there was just no moving him. Boyd crouches in front of her. “I ain’t mad, baby,” he says. He takes her head in his hands, strokes her baby-fine hair, the strands slipping through his fingers when she shakes her head. “I just want you to talk to me. I can’t help you feel better ‘less I know what’s wrong.”
She looks away, toward the battered white refrigerator. Boyd tries not to look at it, sitting bare where once it was covered over in so many family photos and baby pictures and bizarre elementary school art projects you couldn’t tell the color of it. “I don’t wanna leave Bumblebee,” she mumbles.
Boyd pauses. He breathes in. She’s a lot like Raylan, and he knows that cost her something to say. “Oh, honey, no. We’re takin Bumblebee with us.”
She looks at him. “What?”
“Yeah,” he says, hands still smoothing down her hair. “She’s comin too.”
“Oh.” She tugs at the hammer loop on her overalls, looks down as she fusses with it, just as loath to show embarrassment as she was to show the sadness come before. She drags her toe over the linoleum, leaving scuffs there, too, little marks for the house to remember her by. Whatever transplant Raylan’s boss lines up to lease the house will see those lines and know the place has already been laid claim to, a truth writ in these little signs of a life that’s forever tied to its furniture, its floors—its very foundations.
Boyd tugs gently on a lock of her hair. When she looks up, her eyes are solemn and a little glassy, still, the remnants of tears shining in the light that spills through the window over the sink. “What put that notion in your head?”
“Alex Rivera had to give his dog away.”
“Did he?”
She nods, looks down again. “When he moved.”
“Well, that is a shame.” Boyd untangles her fingers from the hammer loop and takes her little hand in his. “I can assure you, we will not leave our sweet Bumblebee behind.”
“You promise?” she asks, one corner of her mouth pinched in. It looks like Raylan’s, when he can’t quite figure the lay of the land. It makes Boyd smile.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he says, grinning at her until her mouth tugs up in response. “Might leave your daddy behind, though.”
She gives him a weird look. Boyd laughs, tugs her head forward into a kiss at the crown. Hands on his knees, he pushes himself upright and drops a gentle hand on her head.
I’m really glad you picked this scene, because it’s a pretty good encapsulation of the way I write kids. I think one of the most important things to remember writing children is that their goals and priorities very often don’t match up with those of the adults. While it might seem at first glance that they share the same concerns as their parents, the reasons for their reactions are often very different. So what are the kids’ priorities? Pemberley is very watchful of her parents, but she has no real investment in any of their specific concerns; what she cares about is how their worries and the state of their relationship will affect her. She doesn’t care about Raylan’s job, but she cares that it means she’s going to have to move to a school where she doesn’t know anyone; that it means she has to move from the house she loves to a place where she doesn’t even remember living. Meanwhile, Felicity’s concerns are even more immediate than that. I think she’s at an age where she has issues even conceptualizing a place she has no reference for, and so it becomes less about what might be waiting for her in Kentucky and more about what she’s being made to leave behind.
She knows that she’ll be leaving the house and yard behind, which makes her sad and mad but not worried, really, and she knows that her sister and parents will be coming with her. So what worry could she have that might get lost or go unnoticed in the pile of other worries that everyone else is bringing to the table? What’s a possible point of uncertainty that feels immediate, conceivable, and relevant to her life? The specific worry I alighted upon was inspired by a childhood friend of mine who had to move into an apartment that didn’t allow pets, and so had to give her dog away. I remember being deeply empathetic because I had a cat myself, and I think Lissy would have felt similarly disturbed by this notion even if she didn’t at the time think of it as a possibility for herself, so it made sense that she might get this idea into her head.
I was pretty proud of this metaphor; comparing anger/upset feelings to storm clouds is a very cliche thing, but I like to sometimes take a really obvious metaphor and sort of tilt it around to try and find some untapped facets of it. So I went from anger like storm clouds >> rural tendency to be more tapped into nature >> reading the sky, and then through that kind of tie into something that comes up later in the fic (taken from canon) about Raylan reading Arlo’s moods. A lot of this fic is about inheritance in an abstract sense, what these men pass onto their kids both with and without realizing it. Arlo compares his father to a thunderstorm and Raylan compares Arlo to a tornado, so this metaphor being used for Lissy implies that she inherited their tempers.
I’ve talked about this before, I think mostly with you in the comments, but I think that Boyd’s most lasting damage from Bo’s abuse comes not from the violence itself but from the fact that he didn’t even try to understand Boyd and didn’t trust him to be able to comprehend the reason behind Bo’s instructions and expectations. He wanted Bo to a) endeavor to find out why he was acting the way he was, b) acknowledge the validity of those reasons, and c) clue Boyd in to why different behavior was expected. Because these were all things he wanted but never got from his father, he takes great pains to offer them to his children.
I just think Boyd is the kind of guy to clip a million things to the refrigerator. I think when he was growing up the kitchen was very much his mother’s domain, and therefore a place he remembers fondly. Though he likely expected Boyd’s mother to manage their interior design, Bo was probably very strict about what was allowed to be displayed throughout most of their house, because the image that was being put forth mattered a lot to him. However, I think the kitchen, because he considered it a woman’s space, would have been subject to less policing by Bo, and so I think Boyd’s mother plastered the fridge with photos of and art by her boys, and Boyd chooses to emulate this. I think Raylan appreciates it—even if outwardly he complains about things getting knocked off of it every five seconds—because he likes having tangible proof that his children are happy and safe and cared for: that his influence on them isn’t doing irreparable damage.
While Boyd would have jumped to explain himself in this way to his daddy, he knows that Raylan has trouble ceding emotional ground—admitting something is bothering him is exposing an exploitable weakness—and sees the same trait in their daughter. Also like Raylan, she feels this way about basically every emotion except anger, so her embarrassment to have worried over nothing is just as important to hide as the worry in the first place: it serves as further damning evidence that the worry was there in the first place, because losing Bumblebee would have hurt her, and she doesn’t want to acknowledge that vulnerability.
This is a recurring motif that comes up a lot in this story, the idea of certain kinds of wear and tear to a house or room being physical evidence of love, contrasted with other kinds of damage that come from neglect.
Lissy tugging at the hammer loop on the hip of her overalls is kind of a callback to the way Raylan is always resting one hand on his holster, or flipping back his jacket to show off his holster, etc. Both Raylan and Boyd are fidgety assholes, so both of their kids are too. But Boyd’s usually comes from a spillover of excess emotion, whereas Raylan’s is used to distract from his emotions long enough to repress them. Boyd taking her hand here is an indication that he sees how she feels and wants her to share it with him instead of hiding it.
She’s not feeling her most trusting at the moment, when her parents just turned her life so fully upside-down, so she doesn’t know if she should trust Boyd’s answer. And then he tired to reassure her and cut the tension with a joke, and the very idea that her parents might willingly separate is so baffling that it works. She doesn’t even think for a second to add this to her list of worries, and it implies that Boyd wouldn’t leave the cat any more than he’d leave Raylan, which is a more binding promise than the words alone could ever be.
#ask game#justified#heavy heart#my fic#justie2justie communication#long post#writing#i feel like there were a few things i wanted to mention here but missed oh well#justie author commentary#willow universewoman star-shine#thanks so much for the ask!
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17 and 19 for the hundred questions ask game
For the ask game for fanfic writers
what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?
shit ac is it not bad enough your stories try to kill me you have to ask the tough ones too? :p
Uhhh.... here are a few? Because I've been tryingggg to answer these but I can't choose!
From Remembrance.
He wants it. He wants it more than he could remember wanting anything (an increasingly impressive feat as he rifles through his life to find memories like loose change between couch cushions) but a part of him is still stuck in the bottom of his grave like the sticky burnt leavings of Raylan’s eggs on the skillet always catching when Raylan tries to stir things up.
In spite of their evening of hedonism, in spite of Boyd's salvaged memories, in spite of the eagerness in Raylan's eyes whenever he reaches for Boyd, it has come to feel like crossing another man's grave to woo his widow.
From Somebody, Shoot the Weatherman
He’d found a long time ago that he could measure Boyd’s nerves by how many words he took to say simple things like, “Hello Raylan,” or “I’m sorry to bother you so late.” And especially when it took him an entire fucking scrabble board to say, “Could we talk?”
And the last from my current WIP Bad Habits
Boyd starts down the stairs again with renewed vigor. He can’t stand there all day listening to the two of them talk.
Tim Gutterson’s coffee isn’t going to salt itself after all.
what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?
So I know this is going to sound odd considering the sort of dime store novel purple back shit I write but Jane Austen changed me as a person and as an artist and I have her to blame for so much of what I do. Her and Nathaniel Hawthorne. Pride and Prejudice and the Scarlet Letter were incredibly influential to me and allowed me.
I also have to, grudgingly, provide some credit to Dean Koontz. The Odd Thomas series changed me as a person and my taste for the scale and grandness/mundanity of stories.
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