#holtzoween

[fyeaholtzmann]

Looking through the holtzmann tag to replenish the queue and so many people dressed as Holtz for halloween this year, and it's just... it's so wonderful. You're all beautiful, awesome creatures and I love every one of you. Shine on lovelies, keep doing your thing.

[atomgun-a]

@holtzoween

hands reach for the lapels of whatever STUPID coat jillian is wearing today, as if caelan’s cowboy fashion sense was any better. she plants a quick kiss against the blonde’s lips before moving to leave a mess of kisses, in every spot on holtzmann’s face that she can reach. “y’ so CUTE.”

[ghcstgals]

             “AW, YO, DUDE!” it’s too early in the damn morning to watch Holtzmann attempt to peel a banana with her feet. “Ain’t nobody wanna see that, man!”

@holtzoween  ♥’d

[protoniic-blog]

The pretense of Erin paying any attention to her food dissipates entirely. She sets down her fork alongside a meal she’s barely touched, and wonders how she does it without a single tremor.

More. How MUCH more? Goodness gracious – there’s not a lot of Erin as it is. She pushes. She urges. And yet… nothing quite gives. And when she thinks about Holtzmann, and how much she gives initially, it’s a little too much than Erin has ever been accustomed to.

There is no easy medium between the two of them, and it offsets Erin’s orbit ever so slightly.

You and me? She isn’t BLIND. She isn’t STUPID. She’s seen you, you wonderful creature; she’s seen your HEART. Your potential, and what that could possibly mean. Erin’s alarmingly perceptive to the quiet way you navigate her sometimes. It’s different from the cold silence she often pays you in return, which is odd. How much distance do you need her to put between the two of you before you see the whole picture of what she could do to something that’s as bright as you are?

Aware of Holtz encroaching minutely on that distance, Erin pushes her plate aside. She barely remembers what was on it, or why she’d agreed to leave. (This is, of course, a running theme with her.) Quietly, carefully. I’ve thought, I guess. Yes. Probably overthought it. ❛ I work with you… ❜ She reaches a little farther; poises her fingers just a breath away from Holtzmann’s arm. ❛ I see you every day. I’ve… not got a good track record when it comes to dating colleagues. ❜

Because they use. Erin is useful, and she’s always made herself useful. She does give – GAVE. Something gave in her. Until there was very little left. Erin holds on to what there is, though. She goes for it.

                  ❛ I could disappoint you very easily. If the more I’ve got isn’t enough. I have, though... thought about it. ❜ For the distance in her smile it doesn’t quit reach her eyes. ❛ Always good things.❜

@holtzoween just went for it, shit.

[slicedup]

@holtzoween.         (    CALL    //    accepting    )

                    ‘     SHIT    ,    mate  .     ’           total stranger equates to    mate    ,    apparently    ,    in his own modified version of english         -    the only non - posh oxford accent anyone’s ever heard  .                         ‘     nah    ,    that’s    COOL    AS    HELL  .     ’

[protoniic-blog]

              ❛ Wow. Um -- alright, ow. ❜  There’s the gentle SWISH of something giving way in Erin’s chest. And then, nothing. ❛ Not the first time I’ve heard that one, if I’m honest... never thought I’d hear it from you, though. ❜ Erin’s an iron guard, she knows. God, does she know. She’s so blindingly aware of the distance that people keep from her and how difficult it is to pervade that degree of separation -- but Holtzmann? Why are you surprised? Holtzmann weaponizes everything. 

              ❛ If my presence really revolts you that much, I’ll just -- sorry. I’m gonna go. ❜

@holtzoween fired some shots to the heart.