#timmy baltimore

[rocicrew]

“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.

[churnsurvive]

@homefcrged said, ‘ sometimes i could swear i’ve known you forever . ’

there were times when parts of conversation went over his head. not because he didn't understand the language but because he wasn't exactly sure what the social etiquette was supposed to be in any given situation. amos loved naomi, as much as he could really love anyone, which wasn't much but it was something. before holden came along she'd never really judged who he was and proved to be the moral compass he'd been missing since running off into space. although, what he had guiding him before that hadn't been the best, either. baltimore was a shit show. he had to die before he could be born. really be born.

would naomi still feel the same if she knew him before? if she'd known timmy instead of amos?

" i haven't been here forever, " one shoulder shrugs up. he's hunching over a bowl of stuff that was pretending to be chicken alfredo. most everything in the bowl was some kind of processed soy and it wasn't that it tasted bad or anything, just that the texture of the protein substitute was a little funny in his own. " but you see me in ways nobody's ever tried to before. thank you. "

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: 6 y/o handsome German Shepherd was found as a stray and is now seeking rescue - BARCS, Baltimore MD

***If you can foster TIMMY and save his life, we can contact local rescues to ask for help, please email foster@charlietotherescue.org

- Rescue Needed -

Timmy- 6 years, altered male, 82lbs

Handsome Timmy was brought to BARCS by Animal Control after being found as a stray. He is a large boy who is very strong and would benefit from some guidance with his leash walking. He's somewhat aloof towards his handler, but he enjoys sniffing around and loves watching other dogs pass by. He appears housebroken in our care and also knows sit.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Timmy has tip fractures of both maxillary canines, mucoid discharge from both eyes, severe otitis in the right ear, and a hematoma that encompasses 1/3 of his left ear. His ears were cleaned and he was started on ear drops, but ideally a hematoma repair should be done. A full medical summary can be provided upon request.

Timmy will be available for rescue pick-up after 4/15.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

[number63liveblogs]

The Churn, part 3

What she said was, “There’s something I’d like you to do for me.”

Ooh, I bet this was getting Amos an apprenticeship that got him out of Baltimore, in light of what happened in this section.

Yeah, I completely missed that Burton is Amos’s last name. Well, I was wondering why this bit of story in particular needed to be told, but this explains it. Well, the previous book did tease backstories of the crew of Rocinante that we never got, and this is the payout.

I can definitely see the person Amos grew up to be in Timmy, the same passivity and malleability that Timmy had is in Amos, he’s just much more prone to talking back. Not to mention the gleeful violence, but considering the setting that isn’t very identifying.

In hindsight I think there’s also a lot about how Amos still thinks of himself here, he doesn’t seem to think of himself as a moral person, even after making the choice of letting Erich live.

I wonder how much the documentary crew in the previous book knew about this, considering that they explicitly mentioned Baltimore. Like, it’s possible that they found the fake file that Erich made for Amos, but it’s also possible that they know something about Timmy and the original Burton.

[irreflexion]

"Chasing Dreams: The Lakers, Baltimore Orioles, and the Quest for the PS5 Slim"

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Los Angeles, the Lakers were preparing for a crucial game against their arch-rivals, the Baltimore Orioles. The tension was palpable as the Lakers’ star players, LeBron James and Anthony Davis, strategized their moves. Meanwhile, in a small electronics store nearby, a young boy named Timmy had his eyes fixated on the newly released PS5 Slim. Determined to…

[factiousfcrged]

"Spent more'n my fair share on both sides of that coin." Amos replied. And that, too, was the truth, but it wasn't exactly the whole truth. But then there were plenty of things about his history on Earth that even Naomi and Holden didn't know. He'd done his best to leave Timmy, and everything that went with it, back in Baltimore. "I'm ..." He let himself think on it, for a minute. "Not so good at taking orders as I used to be." There's a hint of feral in the smile that accompanies those words. "But that can be fun, too." With the right person. "Pretty sure there ain't much left that can be done that I haven't done least once. Making people say pretty please without having to knock a few teeth loose has its up sides."

His free hand flexes, and contracts, though he doesn't seem aware of it until it relaxes again. "As long as there's fun still worth having, don't mind much one way or the other. Not everybody wants a second taste." He didn't seem much bothered by it. He knew what he was doing, he know how to please, more than most people ever would, but everybody had their reasons. And sometimes there just wasn't so much a spark. He didn't have a feeling chemistry would be much a problem in this instance. "But I don't get fuck or get fucked for money anymore, so if you feel inclined to .. show your appreciation, after, you'll have to get creative."

at this point, the level of honesty wasn't as surprising as it should be. desi spent days at the art gallery watching people bullshit about simple things like what they liked and what they could afford. then he'd go spend certain nights, weekends, and a number of transmissions reading people bullshit their way into feeling important. one of the first things he'd learned as a soldier was to tell a lie from the truth. some people were a lot harder than others but everyone had a tell.

everyone.

except amos. the truth was even more refreshing than looking at that beautiful face.

" as a matter of fact, i am, " the wine comes back up to his lips. " it was hard for a while but a friend eased me back into it. i like just existing in someone else's hands. i like being able to trust someone with what happens to me, even if it's just for a little while. so, naturally, it can't be just anyone. "

tilting his head to the side, desi eventually pushes far enough off the couch to set his glass down on the small table in front of them. rainbow hues flash across the other man's face like a neon invitation. desi didn't want to coax anything with a touch, though. his hand remained on his own thigh until he could get a better read on what fueled the honesty that spilled from amos, welcome as it was.

" i'd like to see if we can have that kind of fun. doesn't have to be more than once if you don't want. can't honestly get a read on whether you're into repeat performances or not. if you're not interested, that's okay. i like just talking to you, too. "

[shitloadsofwrestling]

Brent Tarring is fighting hard. Now it’s our turn. [2017]

I first met Timmy Baltimore (Brent Tarring) at Ohio Valley Wrestling in 2017. He’s one of the friendliest, funniest people you could ever ask to befriend, and he’s currently involved in a very difficult battle for his life.

https://www.youcaring.com/brenttarring-1026028

If you aren’t able to contribute, at the very least, please reblog this to help save a life. I know that gets thrown around a lot on this site, but trust me when I say, Brent is a dude worth fighting for. He’s one of the good ones. Here’s some more details on his battle:

Brent Tarring is currently battling a serious systemic infection after a month of hospitalization. He has to complete 9 weeks of acute rehab at a skilled nursing facility and faces very expensive medical bills (that are rising). He is fighting hard - now it is our turn. When he was 5 years old, Brent Tarring was involved in a devastating car accident that would change his life forever. As a pediatric spinal cord injury patient, he beat the odds by learning to walk again after being a quadripalegic. He endured countless surgeries and experimental treatments and received the smallest Harrington rods ever made. He lived in hospitals for years during his recovery. As Brent grew up, his spine curved more and more, as the scoliosis and lordosis worsened. At age 18, he was told he needed surgery to prevent his spinal cord from collapsing his lungs (which would have killed him by age 30). During the surgery, he was given the wrong blood type. Clinically, he died 5 times, was put in a coma, and was not expected to survive - but he beat the odds again.

In spring 2017, Brent went to a local hospital in extreme neck pain. This hospital incorrectly diagnosed him with a pinched nerve and sent home, despite being in agony. The unbearable pain lasted for months. It wasn’t until late October that we went to another hospital, Tampa General, because Brent couldn’t walk. He was immediately admitted and we soon learned just how serious things were.

Little did we know, staph aureus bacteria were eating away his bones, muscles, and more. His neck was collapsing onto itself. Bacteria were flowing through his body in his blood, spreading the infection further. The bulk of infection was just under his brain stem - an extremely dangerous location. He was formally diagnosed with bacteremia/septicemia and osteomyelitis, and had multiple abscesses, including a spinal epidural abscess.

He was in dire condition and had two emergency surgeries, including discectomy and fusion of the C2-T1 vertebrae. This fusion was attached to his existing rods and hardware. So, he is now fused from C2-T7 and his neck is slowly rebuilding itself.

He is now in a skilled nursing facility, receiving the strongest antibiotics around the clock and participating in speech, physical, and occupational therapies. He will be in the facility until late January (at the earliest), but will need to take antibiotics for the rest of his life. Without them, the infection could return and become fatal. He is facing mounting medical bills, including thousands of dollars in coinsurance to cover his stay at the nursing facility. This fundraiser is being created to help cover these expenses so Brent can focus solely on his recovery and not need to stress about finances. Thank you everyone for your love, your prayers, and your support. Kati (Brent’s girlfriend)

Again, Brent is one of the raddest dudes alive, and it would be great if he could be taken care of by the good people of this world. Please, if you can help, even if just by reblogging, take a second to help a good brother.

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

[graypixllc]

Good friends that now live far away. 2nd Unit on The Wire, West Side of Baltimore. Charley, we call him the unibomber cause he now lives in the middle of nowhere NM. Doug, on the truck, lives upstate NY and MT Everest area when he can get there. And Timmy, fisherman’s son, lived in Hatteras, WA, LA, and now Hawaii. I miss these days of mesquite, 90% humidity, 90+ degree days of shitty catering second unit. The food was so bad the actors refused to eat with us. Still, I wouldn’t change this time for anything. Nikkormat, 24mm. Kodak 400CN. NIK. 

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

Infinity Train brought me back to Tumblr, let’s see how you all feel about The Expanse.

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

[violencefcrged]

WISHLIST. ( AMOS. ) TW: CSA & VIOLENCE, ETC. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE CLICKING THE READ MORE.

I would very much like to explore a plot / thread where Amos runs into someone that was one of his clients (a regular or otherwise) during the time that he was forced into sex work [ please keep in mind that the rough estimate of the time that he was involved in this was between the ages of 5-15 ].   It is likely that he ran into some of them after he was out and when he was in Baltimore before he got his ticket off world, and it’s likely that a fair number of the ones he ever ran into then ‘disappeared’ if the opportunity ever presented itself to him before he went off world.   It would be something that happened 15-30 years before the current thread, and it’s pretty likely that the person (the npc)  wouldn’t recognize Amos much less expect to encounter some unregistered kid from Earth out in space.  

Amos’ reaction would be pretty instant and his instinct would be to completely demolish them, regardless of when or where the encounter was, or the person’s position (politician, military commander, whatever) and the potential blowback on the Roci or whomever he was with at that point in the story would not be something that he’d immediately think about.  But it would definitely be something that would force him to react, something that would probably force part of his history out into the open with the other player character (presumably trying to stop him but then again maybe not depending on who it is idk) and would definitely be something that would be a Significant Point of Development for the relationship and dynamic etc.

I know it’s a topic that isn’t one everybody is writing about etc. but if there is anyone that would be interested in this plot, either hit the heart or poke me in ims or something?  I think it would be interesting to see how Amos dealt with such an encounter, and having to talk about, at least some what, that part of his life that he’s tried to close the door on and that officially never happened to ‘Amos’ but was part of his life as Timmy.  

[blue-mint-winter]

After finishing Leviathan Wakes I went back to read the 3 prequel novellas. When I first tried to tackle reading The Expanse I tried to read everything chronologically and it didn’t work well for me, so I think I should stress that those additional novellas are just that - additional. They are supplementary material to the main story, not something crucial without which you will never understand fully the books. This isn’t some big franchise bs with “everything is canon and extremely important so you need to buy, read, consume every little thing we put out”. Those novellas are canon, but you can read them whenever you want and I actually recommend reading them after the best part, that is the main story. That worked out better for me.

1. The Drive - the novella set far back in time is the story of Solomon Epstein, the engineer and creator of the Epstein drives which allowed humanity to fly fast enough to colonize the Belt. It also gives us a look into Mars’ road towards independence from Earth. I found this one enjoyable, tragic but lighthearted and even uplifting. Worth a read.

2. The Butcher of the Anderson Station - this is the personal story of Fred Johnson, what happened on the Anderson Station that gave him the reputation and how he fell in with the OPA. Also, Anderson Dawes gets some more spotlight and I wonder if his story about the sister was true. Despite getting the big part of this story from the show, the novella gave a different, more in-depth perspective on Fred and who he is, what his job and role was in taking the station, why he joined Belters. I definitely enjoyed this one. Just seeing Fred so angry, belligerent, even suicidal as he looks for a way to get into a fight and get offed was a treat. We can better appreciate his calm in Leviathan Wakes. Fred really came a long way from a colonel, a cog in the machine really, just doing his job and following orders, to this Fred the politician, the man that has power and resources to make the big decisions. But I find it fun how in both settings he was still coordinating others, that didn’t change. There is a refreshing parallel between his taking of Anderson Station and Thoth Station. Anyway, this one is also recommended.

3. The Churn - this is the backstory of Amos and how he even got the name and left Earth. Basically what happened in Baltimore. The show gave some hints, so I had some idea about his past, so I looked forward to getting the details, however what I got in this novella was not what I expected and not in a good way. It’s the longest out of the three stories and it’s also the dullest. It’s not a character study of Amos. I can agree that it is the origin of his, but it’s still very much incomplete. I still don’t know what made him who he is, because the Amos or Timmy from the novella seems exactly the same as the Amos from the books. I doubt we will ever get any real answer about him, so I guess he’s just screwed like that and that’s it. The accompanying characters gave him the second chance and there’s some bond and symbolism in it, especially with Lydia, but ultimately Amos is so unfeeling that he leaves them without a second thought and probably never concerns himself with them again. What a “fascinating” observation about his nature. Alright, I admit, I was never a big fan of him, I enjoy his character and he’s got amazing moments on the show, but he’s not a favourite of mine. The other con of the novella for me was the climate.. It’s pretty much a mob story, populated by indifferent, jaded, amoral, screwed up characters that I really have no sympathy or feeling for. The climate of the story is drenched in decay of drowning Baltimore and the all-permeating sense of hopelessness. It’s grimy, dirty and unpleasant all around. Adding that to the underwhelming Amos origin, I’m questioning the point of it all. Not recommended, read if you love Amos or are completionist that needs to read everything in the series to achieve satisfaction like myself.

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

I’d like to see a comparison scene of the two times in 5x01 & 5x02 when he is offered a drink.

Chrissie offers him a drink - which he takes but doesn’t swallow.

Erich offers him a drink - which he takes, drinks and then leaves with his whole decanter!

Don’t call me that. I’m a member of Parliament, not your favorite stripper. You could be both.

[cornerpubsports-blog]

Howie's Latest Move: Trading for DT Timmy Jernigan

The Philadelphia Eagles, on Tuesday afternoon, made a deal with the Baltimore Ravens to acquire a third-round pick (99th overall) and defensive tackle Timmy Jernigan for a third-round pick (74th overall).

https://twitter.com/caplannfl/status/849338297411395586

Jernigan, 24 years old, was drafted in the second round in 2014 out of Florida State. In 2016, he played in all 16 games and totaled 31…

[wilhelmjfink]

Incase Anyone Cares...

So it’s track season here in Erie and I’m back to getting up at 4:30 AM and busting ass for these horses and the days are long and exhausting AND I still work full time at the music store! So I’ve been dragging ass lately. NOVEL TIME!!

Yesterday whilst feeding dinner and blanketing the ponies we got hit with a tornado warning. And let me tell you guys there are few things I’m deathly afraid of in this world. I work with 25+ 1,200lb, 17hh straight muscles who are afraid of their own shadow. I’ve been kicked, trampled, thrown, head butted, dragged, bucked off, you name it. And I love my fucking job — I wouldn’t trade it for the world. It made me a tough ass bitch. BUT. Dark water, squids, and tornados: those are on the no-fly list. And this.... this was a mother fucking tornado.

Luckily, there was ONE other trainer there with me — a man named Robert who incredulously looks an awful lot like Billy Joel and reigns straight outta bumfuck Kentucky. And I’ll tell you what, if he wasn’t there, smoking a cigarette in the shedrow entrance watching this shitstorm roll by like “HOOOWEEE BOY LOOGAT THEM THERE HAILS THE SIZE-A GOT DAMN QUARTERS!!” (Merle, is that you??) I would’ve been face down in the tack room crying like a baby. No lie.

Shit. Was. Terrifying.

It was LOUD as fuck. Hail was the size of golf balls, winds were 75mph gusts, thunder and lightning non-fucking-stop. Horses were freaking out, tap-dancing and tearing in their stalls while I’m trying to blanket them for the night, poor Timmy is snorting and huffing tryin so hard to stay calm for me while I’m doing the same shit for HIM (“LISTEN BALTIMORE ONLY ONE OF US CAN AFFORD TO FREAK OUT RIGHT NOW AND THAT’S ME”) but when the eye hit it was literally every man for himself and I could’ve thrown up and just died right there. Literally thought it was the end.

So anyway the point I’m trying to make is this: if I was alone, I would’ve cried like an infant. But Robert was there with me and, despite me shaking like a leaf literally the entire time I cowered in the corner of the tack room, he was fine and made sure I was fine. “When it gets real quiet, then ya need to start to worryin’. Ya hear me say ‘the calm ‘fore the storm?’ Well tha’s what they mean! Them clouds get to lookin’ like marshmallows, the sky gets all yelled ‘n orange, birds ‘n shit — they all get dead silent. The leaves on trees is all flipped upside down. Then ya hear it — s’like a train. We seen some shit in ol’ Louisville!” Dude had me swooning. I was ON it. He could’ve bent me over the strawbales and filled me out like a job application. Mounted me like his outrider and hit a two-minute lick in the last run. Stars in my eyes y’all. LMAOOO and my delirious ass is like “oh this would make a good story!”

TL;DR: I’m gonna write ANOTHER SMUTTY DARYL X READER FIC SINCE MY LAST ONE WAS SO POPULAR!!

Thats 2 now!! Any requests? I wont promise anything but I work with him tonight and I got a bottle of whiskey waiting so ya girl might catch a little inspiration if ya know what I mean

Love you all xoxoxo

Ps here’s a old pic for good measure when 2 y.o Bitatude (bitchatude) kicked me in the face getting poultice (look at that nose wowwwewewewe)