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                     ❝ nobody fucks with my people..  ❞              INDEPENDENT SAINTS ROW FEM!BOSS

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So I’m gonna be real with you all right now fam -- it’s been way too long. Some stuff has gone on OOC that’s left me kind just.. ‘ugh’. About everything. I was coming on to delete this account actually and the amount of messages I have, the kind words and that now 200+ followers I’ve gotten? I don’t think I can thank any of you enough. You’re much too kind. I’m gonna give it a shot, redo my theme and wipe everything clean, start fresh with little Holtz because really, I owe you that at very very least. Thank you all so much again. <3

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so i’ve been mia for a while. honestly, new   puppies are like kids. like for a starter.

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Stop. Dead.

Erin couldn’t move her anything for all her mile-a-milisecond calculations. Where the gauge of too much was bordering on overflow before, the undeniable presence of Dr Jillian Holtzmann had stunted any progress of lateral thought before Erin had even realised. It was like expanding an equation so far as to have more augends than actual ends, and solving for X was suddenly speculation and fabulous philosophy.

Jillian was Erin’s X. Stripped of extraneous variables, she stood in isolation as the sole kind of person Erin couldn’t rationalise precisely, whose ego couldn’t be stroked a discernible way, and who was completely beyond appeal. Erin had no idea how she’d got here, or where her hands were going, or why it was taking her so long to deduce things she already knew. 

It hit her like a panic attack, the skin-crawly, heart-flippy kind, but with an odd clarity that only comes once. Twice, if you’re lucky. Erin had stacked her entire working relationship with Holtzmann on the odd brand of flattery that the latter’s eccentricities awarded her, and the rapt admiration Erin had for Jillian as a scientist. And it felt uncommonly private, because Holtzmann was uncommonly good; Holtz appealed for Erin’s attention, and she had always had it. 

Because Erin had never been pursued quite so ardently. No one had ever wanted to come quite so close. And Holtzmann is brilliant and weird and an outlier on every margin, which is why, Erin figured, it took something so monumental as simply giving in.

And that’s why Holtzmann sings her body electric, and Erin found herself finally responding consciously and consistently, and wondering why and how and me and her and, most importantly, why me?

The last push Erin needed was to isolate the background noise and the thought of George fucking Michael, because she was present. There’s nothing wrong with me, says Mr Gaye, and Erin concurs. Loving you, baby, and giving yourself to me. “I’m serious,” but she isn’t sure what about. 

Probably everything.

She was there. She was creeping over Jillian and finally getting all up in that wonderful face, if only to catch a glimpse of the mind behind it. And as her heart sighed and her foundations settled and everything was red and gorgeous, Erin had solved for X.

The closeness between the pair of them was almost addictive. From the softness of Erin’s skin against that soft her own, that sweet.. unique scent that followed the physicist.. and that look of bewilderment in her eyes as if she was trying to solve some grand equation, something  Jillian had watched many of times, just to see that tiny little grin when everything finally clicked into place. 

Jillian Holtzmann had been with other women before. Never your regular lady -- never someone who hadn't got anything intriguing about her. Jillian had seen extreme personalities.. to.. well.. women whom were talented in their own little ways. 

But with Erin -- well, Jillian couldn't fault at all. She was an amazing woman; she was passionate about her job.. the paranormal.. she she was just as curious as Jillian was.. yet seemed so much calmer about it. Much unlike Jillian. She seemed to be able to handle new finds much better rather then pulling the nearest object into a hug and boasting. 

Then again, in the words of Paula Abdul -- opposites attract.        And in this case -- they did. They really.. truly did.

With hands now firmly wrapped around the particle physicist before her, holding her close. Even for Jillian -- that soft, smooth tone of Marvin Gaye was beginning to fizzle out before it was gone complete. "I'm serious too.. believe it or not.." She mumbled. 

But as the others finally settled against her and only when she seemed okay -- Jillian was positive she could feel her heart racing in her chest. Soft lips coming to plant firmly against those of Erin's. It was as if all the smiles.. the sly winks from the blonde.. had lead up until now. A hand moved slowly, gentling coming to cup the brunette’s cheek, thumb gracing so softly over sunkissed skin, lips moving in slow but perfect sync with those of the brunette’s.

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so my puppy is asleep on my shoulder. replies are slow. but they’re coming. <3

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ghostbusters moodboard series: jillian holtzmann

“safety lights are for dudes.” 

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  Erin, inscrutably proud of herself, looked at Jillian the way she’d been known to look at a whiteboard as she runs out of working room. This woman, to Erin, was just as much of an organised mess of numbers and lines and open questions, where one resolved set opens three more for inquiry. Where Jillian differed from contemporary conundrums of, say, thermodynamics, however, was that she resisted quantification. She diverged from Erin’s neat and tidy theories with her eyes, when they were on Erin, and when her hands were just so, and when any one of her innumerable expressions felt like it was intended for just the two of them, but Erin would have to compensate to understand it. 

But the closer she was, the closer she came, and there was something appealing about dismissing the rigidity of presumptive thought to devise a principle that operated solely on the assumption of Jillian.

There was an exponential assurance in this closeness. Erin found herself listening beyond her defaulted cerebral capacity. She let her hips drop and pulse in ways she’d observed but never practiced, rearranging herself, and everything loosened from there up. “From time to time,” Erin admitted. “Anyone who doesn’t is highly questionable. I just make a point of not bringing it to work.”

And for good reason. The last time Erin has tried was at her first faculty Christmas party. After one too many chardonnays that Erin had flagged at the onset of an anxiety attack, she’d shaken the room a little too violently to DJ Jazzy Jeff and had to play that off for the year to come as an unfortunate drink-spiking incident. 

The present moment, though, generated a heated embarrassment to rival that memory. The way Holtzmann was looking at her – the way she always looked at her – was like she was challenging Erin. Postulating whether she could get any closer, whether the ebbs and dips and knocks in tandem was sufficient to produce a greater positive charge. Holtzmann’s Floor is Holtzmann’s Law, or so Erin reasoned, and she slid her hands down Jillian’s sturdy arms, found her hands, drew them around her. 

Erin had no need to remove her own. 

Something about… sensitive people, with so much to give… Erin isn’t… she’s not paying too much… attention… she hummed a bar, and it was the closest equivalent to outright approval Erin is willing to give. “It’s really not the worst of your music taste, you know. But do us all a favor – ” briefly –fleetingly – Erin pressed her forehead to Holtzmann’s. She could smell fission scorch; something sugary; something toasty. “Leave the singing to the Gaye, ‘cause yours is godawful.”

To say that the pair were polar opposites -- it couldn't have been a more extreme statement and one true to every word, every syllable. Holtzmann was labelled here and there as a 'mad scientist' -- yet the munitions expert would forever claim that she was 'just passionate about her work. And there was Erin.. a prim, proper and clean cut particle physicist whom was genuinely just passionate about her work in general -- Even despite their first meeting of the woman before her, storming into her and Abby’s lab, ranting on about some book deal the pair had made years prior. 

Tongue slowly came to run over quickly drying lips. Jillian Holtzmann was not a nervous woman. She simply never got nervous. Okay -- not and again.. one ghost or another wasn't exactly puppy lovingly appealing to her. Yet even so -- even now, Jillian kept a broad, cocky, coy smirk.     Feeling the other loosen, feeling her rearrange herself and almost melt into their soon enough.. fluid movements. The drop and pulse of Erin's hips were more then enough to match those movements with identical ones from the engineer's. 

A warm, crimson glow found it's way to Jillian's cheeks -- with each smooth sound that came from Gaye's lips. "Some people really do stick to it.." She mused. "Yours truly, being a prime example.." She grinned, wondering if this had the same double sided meaning to Erin. “Not bring it to work? -- What’s the harm in it? You’re not hurting anyone, are you, Doctor?” 

Yet upon the others movement, such soft, delicate hands sliding down her arms, somewhat toned from years of inventing -- making and breaking all kinds of things.  Tongue once more swiped across her lower lip, watching the woman before her. 

"Not the worst? What is then?" She mumbled. "It's George Michael, right? Right?" She mused, forehead moving to press briefly against Erin's in returned, somewhat shocked at Erin's reactions yet not at all rejecting them. Quite the opposite. Upon her request, Jillian only grinned, lips parted somewhat, breath warm on the physicist's lips. "With all due respect..” She paused, cheek grazing the other, a mere kiss of a distance away from the other. “Make me.." She mused all too deviously, daring the other.

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omg i’m not usually a vine fan. but when someone does an edit of holtzmann to ‘partition’.. y’all know i’m diving into her vine tag.

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“a r e   y o u  s u r e? Are you sure that I should KEEP my FINGERS just for myself, kid?” As she settles the INNUENDO, a brow rises and her head leans a few degrees towards the other.

But, even when she doesn’t get which is the FUNCTION of most of those DEVICES, she has to admit that such collection is IMPRESSIVE. And that those also mirrors the CREATOR’s personality: MULTICOLORED, INTRIGUING & EXTREMELY HANDY.

“But I guess that’s NOT the MAIN TOPIC in here, right?” With her ANCIENT BOOK in a safe place, she can do pretty much whatever she wants, and that includes to PLAY around with the blonde. “I know for a fact you keep messin’ around with the PARANORMAL in here, so WHATEVER you want to put me through with whichever of your TOYS, I’M IN, nerdy.”

three sharp, clear 'tut's' clicked from the roof of jillian's mouth, turning somewhat; icy eyes that were shielded by yellow tinted goggles, glanced to the taller, slight more confident woman before her.

alex vause was indeed an.. usual woman. jillian holtzmann.. someone so usually calm around women.. felt like a teenager  with a crush. "you s h o u l d.." She insisted. "unless you fancy  losing them.. and something tells me, neither of us would benefit  from that.." she teased, clicking a button on the remote in hand, the bear trap like contraption before her clamping shut, a proud smile from the nutty engineer.

 "very -- veeeeery right." she mused, habitually licking her lips, still tamping away with a screw driver. but as she spoke once more, a certain blonde swung around on her stool to look at the other. "mm.. they like me quite a bit. yup." she nodded. "oh miss vause, i've a lot of TOYS you're bound to take a liking to one or another." jillian childishly teased the other. 

“right -- “ queue the pause as she grabbed the goggles she’d been working on the last few hours. “if you don’t mind.. sitting these on.. that’d be absolutely great..” she insisted with a coy wink, handing them over to the raven haired woman that she’d grown to be so shamelessly and obviously boldly flirtatious with.

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‘’You ready to have some fun?’’

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Jillian could only watch the countess as she went on, her lips so juvenile like -- pulling into a smug grin at the slight soften of once fiery, beautiful features. Lara was a goddess of a woman -- she was intelligent, daring.. and she had a big heart. Or so Jillian believed.

“okay lara..” words coated in a horrific attempt at mocking the other’s British accent. “we all know you’re ah.. fan-bloody-tastic.. but some of us.. aren’t so much..” she insisted. she was indeed quite bad at stuff like this. all jillian could manage was a wrap of her arms around the archaeologist. “i’m apologizing.. now.. i’m sorry -- how can you be mad at a face like holtzy’s? hmpf?”

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Lara was silent for a few moments, deliberately crossing her arms over her chest and shifting her gaze away. She could be a real ice bitch when she felt like it. But, slowly, those honey-toned hues shifted to the bottle of booze and she softened.

❝  If I can save the world in some of the most desolate    destinations known to man and still text you after - you    can have the decency to do the same in New York.  ❞ 

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The year is 2040. Our president is a plant.

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Reblog if you're ok with other characters developing crushes on your characters.

Just to let people know that you will not be upset or uncomfortable if their characters do develop crushes and act/make advances to your characters! Also if you’re ok with certain characters but not others than please specify!  (◡‿◡)

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"we've at least got to try it -- charles xavier was always a rolemodel.   right -- right in the eyes..” she paused, index and middle finger      forming a ‘V’ -- pulling down yellow tinted glasses before               pointing from her eyes to.. well.. her other eyes.   “ -- this will also call for.. mandatory testing, I hope you know.. me.”

             ❛ y’think we can read each other’s minds? just with                         some prolonged eye contact? ❜

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