one headcanon that just won’t leave me is that holster loves abba
it’s a low-key love, like he doesn’t talk about it too much or anything. but once, after hearing dancing queen at the club samwell students haunt, ransom told him he thought abba was a cliche euro-band with nothing special about it. now holster, especially drunk holster, will serenade ransom whenever the mood strikes
at haus parties? he makes sure s.o.s. is on the playlist for the drunkest part of the night so he can shake ransom by the shoulders and sing it in his face
brushing his teeth while ransom is in the shower? warbling, florid rendition of fernando while ransom is a captive audience
early morning skating while the rest of the team filters in? lay all your love on me between huffs of breath as he puts up some jazz hands and skates circles around ransom who is just trying to set up cones on the ice, thanks for helping adam
while ransom is stressing out, hunched over an orgo book? a somber, hushed chiquitita with a hand on ransom’s shoulder before he gets down on one knee and starts belting until ransom finally cracks a smile
his favorite song, possibly of all time, is take a chance on me. sorry nicki.