#holloe

[saltons]

@holloe

   “Boooyyyfffriiieeennnddd?” His voice cracks into enough notes to play about half of La Cucaracha. “I really thought you were just some dopey-eyed dopey tryna work up the nerve to ask your waitress out ‘cause she smiled when she gave you chilli fries... or... whatever Your Kind eat. You sayin’ to me you actually did that? You asked Mickey out?”

[mainstreaming-blog]

“Time to die.”

blade runner ( accepting )

   “Awh, nah, that’s not -- nawwwh.”

Given the pose Dom’s adopted since The Incident, PJ leans over a little to match his slouch and peek underneath to find his face where he isn’t quite so curled in on himself, the gentle hand on his shoulder intermittently patting Dom’s back in a (hopefully) comforting rhythm of there there, there there. He truly looks like he’s taking this faux-pas as a blow against his entire being, and PJ doesn’t know much else that a person can do in these situations aside from what she’s doing already -- which doesn’t seem to be doing much.

All in all there are much worse introductions than spilling coffee all over one of your favourite actors, or having coffee spilled on you by... some guy. But the fact that PJ doesn’t mind the coffee stains or that she can shift right out of her dirty clothes doesn’t seem very relevant to how Dom is taking the situation.

   “Lemme get you another coffee, yeahuh?” One last gentle rub between his shoulderblades, and she steps back to give Dom a little space. “Don’t worry about it, man. Just a shirt.”

[saltons]

@holloe​

   “If you’re gonna be shackin’ up with a girl who works ‘till Kill Me O’Clock on the regular methinks you should check if she’s actually home before you pull up with this surprise! flowers! Romeo! bullhockey.”

   “But whatever…” She scissor-snips the ends from the flower stalks and keeps the rest to herself. Dom can probably figure out on his own how lucky he is that someone let him in the building at all. Avery footnotes with something mumbled about not tying him to a bollard outside like a sad puppy. “… you’re a lucky guy.”

[sepiol]

i dont think ive ever told you with that much depth how much i adore your elliot. i love elliot INFINITELY more because of the way you write him. the respect you have for his character and also how he's written in the show is so so important to your ability to just Get him but more than that there's something intrinsic and instinctual, like at a base level i think you were made to write elliot with all his complexities and his nuances that you just seem to effortlessly emulate so tl;dr ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖!

what the fuck ola i’m going to cry

[campbreakaway-blog]

holloe

   “But for every egg I forgot, I didn’t forget a tin of cat food,” he defends, with a suspiciously heavy tin-can jingle-jangle at the bottom, middle, and top of his rucksack.