#holland.

[sugrdplums]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    i    know    i    said    i’d    stay,    but    that’s    before    all    the    heartache    and    all    i    put    you    through.    ❞

[hinahqs]

   “oh, hey.” hina started, raising her eyebrows as she approached. “are you alright here alone?” she perched on the side, close but not too close, to give the other some difference. “is dancing not your thing? it used to not be my thing and then... well... yeah.” the professor had had a little too much but it didn’t really change her personality, she was just more likely to actually voice her thoughts (more likely than normal). “it;s been a tough time, i get it.”

@hollandbright​

[bloodykneestm]

the sun has gone down on another day and the dry air between clay and holland is still ripe with things unsaid. they sit in the loft of the price family barn on a flannel blanket with a crappy and unreliable mobile radio playing country western classics, smoking cigarettes in slightly uncomfortable silence for the third night in a row. ( it’s strange, doing something so routine with his best friend and sensing that something is just slightly off between them, enough to change the tone of their comforting nightly ritual to something eerie, like an episode of the twilight zone. )  he doesn’t know how much longer he can stand it, the confusing sideways glances, the way that the other man couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of him. he wondered what on earth could be on his mind.  delilah, he thinks. that night with delilah, kissing his best friend on her request and realizing just how good his mouth feels against his, how right the other’s touch had felt as they explored each other’s mouths for the first time. holland had already determined that it was likely to be a one-time thing. it was difficult to imagine that clay could have felt anything like what he did. ( clay was so straight. ) he’s had questions about his own sexuality for years, but kissing the other boy had been the final nail in the coffin. not that he planned to tell anyone about it. his sexuality seemed like an awfully private thing to him.  he can’t take this any more. his mind was going in circles. ( he was writing a song about this. one he’d never show anyone. ) he takes a long drag from his cigarette. ( he has to say something. ) he exhales a swirling cloud of smoke and rubs the side of his index finger against his chin, thoughtfully. he ashes his cigarette. “you keep lookin’ at me like you’ve got somethin’ you wanna say.”

@demcniac​ / plotted starter ! 

[n4stys]

@orphicdays .

terrified is an understatement , though she shouldn't be surprised . harrison gene isn't lacking in fertility , she should have guessed this would happen eventually . but that doesn't take the tremble away from her hands that hold the test . a deep breath , shaking too , and she closes her eyes . the house is silent , it's how she knows he's home because she can hear the door as it opens and shuts . " fuck . " holland says softly . test gets stuffed into her pocket and she comes out to find him . " gus ? "

[n4stys]

@ramblinz .

" in case you haven't noticed , there isn't anything or anyone i can't say screw you to . "

[blake--winter]

𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

[wstbrook]

surprise starter for @holland-westbrook !!

Archie looked up from his spot as Holland passed by, muting the coverage of the finale. "Are you staying in the Capitol for the off-season? Or are you going back to six?" He'd normally stay in the capitol, but he'd visit her in Six if she went back. "I'd visit, if you went back." Being back in her shop could only do her well. He wondered if she'd been in touch with Irene since she got out. Irene barely talked to him now, between their mothers' passing and Holland murdering a capitolite, she knew how to hold a grudge.