welcome to the danger zone

sorry for the silence of late, guys! muse just sort of plummeted all round and I guess I've just been taking the time to work on personal projects instead. as it is, I'm gonna be moving holtzmann over to my multi here! I've never been much good at managing more than one blog at any given time and I think this is the best option for me at the moment????

between now and the new year I'm hoping to rewatch and reread a couple things to get muse going again, so !!! stay tuned !!!

     She’s all chinhands and hearteyes and feet kicking a coupe inches off the floor, the seat is so high. Oh, Roxy, you could kill her with your pinky and about a dozen objects within the room and she would, one-hundred percent, let you.   ‘ You’ve been to space?! ’   Well, the stratosphere, but close enough.   ‘ To launch a missile and destroy a satellite?! ’   You ever seen that Saturday Night Live skit? The lady who loves surprises? Yeah, Holtzmann has hit that level of no chill.   ‘ Tell me everything! ’

@roxannemorton​ !!!

comicreliefing:

     It’s a clatter of belongings crashing to the floor. Holtzmann jerking back as Alex lunges for the massacred vegetable.   ‘ I’m doing you a favour. ’   She’s said that.   ‘ It was going to kill you, Alex. Had a thing going with the carrots, those bastards. ’   Let it be known that it is with great reluctance that she hands over the knife, giving a short hop, skip, and jump! up to sit on the bench beside the panicking Alex. Honestly, how he puts up with her is a mystery. She’s half expecting to blow some shit up in his apartment and wake up the next morning in the middle of being smothered to death with a yoga mat.

     ‘ You need a cheeseburger, buddy. A good cheeseburger and a beer. My shout. ’

sternumbreaker:

     Jill rocks with the weight of Holtz throwing her arms around her neck, unable to stifle the grin that splits her face in two. It’s infectious, Holtz’s enthusiasm ( her enthusiasm? ) and so it is with feigned reverence and care that Jill folds up her paper. Places it on the table. Calloused fingers wrap about her past self’s wrists, giving her a small jostle. Let’s do this, it says. Lead the way.

     ‘ My body is ready. ’

0000000000011:

     ‘ It’s a butterfly. ’

     It seems at first silly to clarify, but Jill reminds herself of El’s past. Of the questions she’s been posed over the last few weeks, an insight into the lack of education the girl was given in the lab. Whether she would know what a butterfly is, Jill cannot say, but she gives the creature’s key a little wind up once more as the wings start to slow anyway.

     ‘ You may have seen them while riding with the boys, ’   she says, pulling back her hands to let El hold it on her own. One knee in the dirt, arms propped at the other out before her, she smiles and continues.   ‘ They like to hang out around flowers. Keep an eye out, yeah? They’re a lot prettier in real life than this little thing. So many colours. ’   A tap of fingers at the golden glasses perched in her hair.   ' Like my goggles and yours and more! '

lookchivalrous:

     The chances of Teddy remembering to do this next time he sees Dolores are awfully slim -- he could be waylaid by a guest a dozen times between here and the end of his loop, scratching out any influence she has on him -- but it’s the thought that counts, eh? Boy needs a bit of charm, a little less horrid, gut wrenching guilt for his nameless past. Regardless, Holtzmann’s face splits into a wide grin as he repeats the pick-up line back to her, and she thumps his arm playfully.

     ‘ There we go! A regular Casanova, ain’t ya? Just smile when you tell her, man. There’s a reason she fell in love with you. ’

     Jillian Holtzmann, everybody! Gay as fuck and unreasonably invested in the love life of robots . . .

parapsyched:

     ‘ Free repairs on your car for the rest of your life. Your own proton gun. Three wishes. A favour --- no expiration date and redeemable at any time. ’   Gloved hand waved, nonchalant. Holtz palms the containment unit, stuffing it beneath an arm and shrugs as she makes an ‘x’ over her heart with a finger.   ‘ You name it, you got it, Pash. Science and I are your bitches.  ’