#Amos appreciation

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

Bobbie bets Amos he can’t not mention Holden in every/all conversations.

Don’t take that bet Amos. 😉

[tsartistry]

Listen I know Blitzstone will be in our collective hearts forever

but I need you all to understand my vision when I say Blitzen/Amos Kane.

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

“They're kind hands that Timmy doesn't know. But Amos does.” ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❣️🤯

“We’ll figure this out.” prompt Holden to Amos 4x08

Angst/fluff Prompt List, accepting

"We'll figure this out," Holden says and he believes it. He's the only one who does believe it on this fucked up planet. 

Amos doesn't. He knows what the odds are saying. 

There are a lot of ways he could have died so far. A bullet hitting something critical. A blood vessel in his head popping under high g. A malfunction during a space walk.

Space had always been a dangerous place to live but so had Baltimore. Lately, aliens had been thrown into that mix and now, it could be a poisonous slug falling on his skin while he's too blind to see. It's still the churn coming for him. 

He's not afraid. 

"You got them all, they're dead," Holden says again and he realizes it's the first time he missed some of what Cap said. 

He doesn't say that. Admitting it would be as bad as saying he can't see anything but green. 

His grip doesn't loosen from the flame thrower. 

He's not afraid.

Holden guides him back to an empty place to sit under the covers. He doesn't say it, but he knows what Amos tried to hide. As long as they both pretend, it's fine. 

He tries in jerky movements to remove his jacket but it gets stuck on his body. He just can't see at what. He can't see, and that worsens his coordination. 

"Amos," a familiar voice slips through his thoughts. "Amos, let me," the voice continues and hands are touching his shoulders. He has to stop himself from trying to take a swing at the person. Person- it's just Holden. Holden with his deep voice and his gentle touch.

His friend, his brother who'd never hurt him. 

"Too hot," he says as an excuse but that's not the real reason. The jacket is too warm, too comfortable for now. Suitable for their trip, but not helpful at stopping him from losing his focus. He counts his breaths, counts Holden's grunts as he peals away the insulating material. 

The sudden cold of the ruins brings him back some. He can feel the crate he's sitting on, feel Holden's shoulder as he sits next to him in a slouching manner. He's exhausted, he can tell that now from his breaths but there's nothing Amos can do about that anymore. 

He's not afraid. 

He wishes he could tell when Holden left. Who are the people that he hears murmurs from, they're all background chatter that fades into nothingness. Just like green fades into darkness.

He hasn't felt fear since he was five years old. 

He can't feel his feet. Can't tell how far he's wandered off. How much time has passed. Where he is, who he is anymore. 

He feels like he's five years old again. 

Timmy spirals.

His body is moving without knowing. There's nothing to do but wait till he's dead. Doesn't mean he has to let it happen easily, though. He won't go down without a fight. 

Hands are on his face and he wants to tear them off.

Except something's different. There's a chorus of It's all right, I got you; it's okay, it's me. The hands stay in the same place. They don't try anything else. 

They're kind hands that Timmy doesn't know. 

But Amos does. 

The voice suddenly matches with a name. It's Holden. The hands belong to Holden. And he lets out a long exhale. He's safe, for now. They're not getting out of this, but Cap will watch out for him.

Holden speaks again with his palm against Amos' cheek. He only catches words here and there, but the hope and desperation radiate in waves. He can't feel the same, but he knows Holden does.

Instead, he closes his eyes and turns towards the touch. Maybe it'll give some comfort to Holden, maybe part of him needs it too. It feels like the right thing to do if he had to guess. He knows it's safe. But most of all, it feels like a choice.

The churn comes and he'll either survive it or he won't. It had always been this way. But it's the first time, he realizes, he always wanted a choice. He's not a person that wants things besides sleep, booze, and fuck, and it won't mean anything if he dies. (Except it will, because the words sound clear now; I can't lose you.) It'll be just life, catching up with him. Still, he realizes the how matters to him. Dying to protect the four people he has in his life. It'd be a good death. Dying because a green alien slug happened to fall when he was too blind to prevent it... It leaves a burning in his gut that's too unfamiliar to name. 

He forgets. And the dark little room comes and goes. 

There's a pressure against his shoulder that he can feel through the material-since when does he have his jacket on again?-as another body rests on him. There's a sigh, exhausted but relieved this time. Hope shining through. There's only one person down here it could belong to.

"Dr. Okoye figured out a treatment for your eyes."

The fog lifts.

He had thought that was a part of the blindness but now he knows it came the moment he first got the news. It only caught up to him the moment he became defenseless.

"We're getting out of here?" His own voice comes out lighter, surprised. The corners of his lips move on their own. Not the mask he usually puts on because he figures people respond well. It's genuine and he lets it. Only Cap can see it anyway and it's something that'd make him happy and shit. "I didn't think you could pull this off." Because well, he didn't. Lying about it seems pointless.

Holden's breath isn't as shallow anymore and there's an inhale that sounds like he's about to laugh. 

"Now, I can say I took you in a fight," he exhales bumping his shoulder more intentionally than the first time.

He leans closer too, chasing that lighter mood. It grounds him better than anything so far. He can see, even if he can't see, yet. The high is almost contagious. 

"You can say whatever you want," he says because there will be a tomorrow to say it to. In the galley, with Alex and Boss and a bottle of whiskey while they head back to Sol.

Holden laughs and it smooths that burning inside him. He holds onto the sound for the next few hours like a balm.

Amos does asks for one thing, though, before Holden leaves to get the second dose for him. To take him by the young boy who he promised he wouldn't let anything happen to. Now, he can actually make true of that. 

He can almost tell Cap had a dopey expression as he fulfills his request. 

"Told you we'd figure it out," he reminds, hopeful and proud but never arrogant. Amos knows he'll carry this even if he can't yet notice the bags under his eyes. It's the last thing Holden says before he leaves to go back to Elvi.

Next time, he'll believe it even when it seems impossible.

He's not afraid again.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Y'know, I have so much useless knowledge about the Clementine comics stored in my brain after rereading them over and over again and studying them as if they're literature with layered subtext.

I mean... there is subtext that bleeds through different veins but my point is I'm so sorry that the comics are Like That™ because Amos you would've adored Ericson.

Amos would've been in awe of the school. He would've walked inside, looked at the mess, and unprompted, would've started cleaning. He would've repaired anything he got his hands on, and he would've done it happily.

Amos would've gone on fishing and hunting trips with Clementine and AJ to marvel at the beauty of the woods.

He would've called Vi "Miss Violet" just for the funny, annoyed face she'd make. Violet would get so frustrated with his cheery attitude about everything until she saw how engaging he was with Tenn and his art and okay fine maybe he's not the worst.

Amos would've had the biggest crush on Ruby. He'd think her hair was the prettiest color he's ever seen and tell her how her eyes shine when she laughs. He would've tried wooing her with his stories of Helen, his horse, and he'd jump at every chance to help her in the greenhouse. Aasim would watch them from his desk like, ".........I know stuff about horses, too."

He would've listened to Louis play piano with undivided attention and clap after every song and ask for another. He'd insist Mitch teach him how to flip and toss a knife like he does. He'd play fetch with Rosie every day. He'd teach AJ, Tenn, and Willy about how cool planes are and how he one day he'll get to ride in one. He'd be so damn nosy about every Omar cooks.

But no, instead he got pushed off a mountain by the most underdeveloped villain I've ever read about... good thing he's definitely coming back as a twist villain in Book Three, amirite? I can't wait.

[midnightwerewoolf]

It is kind of sad to remember how many people I used to talk to before and how many of those relationships kind of... Faded with time. I miss them and I miss talking to them...

But at this point we're all at different points in life and we're all different people.

But I still hold all of them in a very special place because if it weren't for them I would still be a very gloomy person who had forgotten how to socialize...

They are all very special to me and I still love aasaall of them dearly. 💖

[perolesims]

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Eu te amo ❤️😭

You, more than anyone, know how self-conscious I am and how hard I am on myself, how brutal I can be. I never feel like it’s good enough, even when people tell me otherwise. So thank you—not just for your friendship, but especially for the patience with which you deal with me every single day. I hope I can prove worthy of having such a kind soul by my side.

[mattnott]

💌 to you, who i love dearly. who deserves the world and every good thing in the world. i love your friendship and the comfort you give me, two silly girls talking about anything and everything. i love you dearly. te amo como la luna ama el sol. your beautiful brain and your beautiful heart i cherish deeply. mwah my love <3

tuve un día muy pésimo, así que este mensaje me hizo llorar demasiado :’) nattie, mi niña, te amo con todo mi corazón y estoy infinitamente agradecida de tenerte en mi vida. te estoy dando mordiditas de amor. mwah <3

[cashewally-sarcastic]

Decarabian: i love Amos so much. She is, how the kids would say, like a wife to me

Wow it’s like they’re married!

[nie-narzekam]

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

[pascalishere]

Group of transfem Tori Amos fans, call that an American Dog Posse

[bandiiey]

One of my bosses quit unexpectedly and we literally only have 3 people here today when we should have 7 also bc it’s a family farm there’s fucking insane family drama bc of it

[cleoselene]

someone commented on a youtube video of a Tori concert I watched tonight that the reason her concerts are so quiet is because she makes you feel like she’s looking directly at you when you’re there, there’s this intense intimacy she creates in the room, and even though everyone there obviously knows every lyric, no one is singing along: we’re all just spellbound, entranced.  It’s like what I imagined church is supposed to be like, being present and aware while you let the spirit wash over you.  You know the words, you know the scripture, you can recite is as easily as the pastor can, but not in the same way, not with that same delivery, and you keep going because it’s a little different every time, and you get something wholly different from the experience.  

It’s true, i stopped worrying about having someone to attend a Tori show with in 2007.  It’s never about anyone but me and Tori.  I love the peace, I love the quiet, I love the enchanting spell she weaves.  Sometimes it’s like you can hear her every breath because no one else in the room wants to breathe lest they interrupt this ethereal thing happening on the stage

[philosopherking1887]

Omg, then in the next season Holden gets a call from her and Amos asks "How did she look?" and Holden answers in terms of her apparent well-being, then Amos says, "No, what was she wearing?"

THE EXPANSE - ‘Assured Destruction’, 3.03

[animapunkocchidipeterpan]

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[ezrazone]

remix made in desperation and grief of this comic that i made on my friend mohamed's behalf. i apologize if there are any mistakes in this post or others. i'm stressed and mistake-prone at the moment, so i appreciate everyone able to see past any lack of poetry and focus on this family that i love so much.

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