#happy hanukkah besties here is: SOME THOUGHTS

[flaticeball]

a jew review of: nhl team happy hanukkah posts

good evening and chag sameach to my hanukkah-celebrating pals out there on hockeyblr. today i bring you: a non-comprehensive and entirely subjective review from one (1) jewish hockey fan of the graphics posted by various nhl teams in celebration of the first night tonight. i definitely missed some, and some teams didn't post any at all, so it's a bit patchwork. here we go.

vancouver canucks: this is an extremely serviceable graphic. love the blurred dreidels to give the effect that they are spinning. very funny. props for the detail that there is a shadow of the menorah on the ice. straightforward. icemenorah is a themeTM but some did it better than others and this is a classic. 7/10

post continues under the cut for the sake of your dash and mine.

carolina hurricanes: obsessed with what the canes have done here though i cannot comprehend it. the weird techno style textured background. the out of focus magen david around. THE HURRICANES. IN HEBREW. WITH THE LITTLE CANES LOGO THING I FORGET THE NAME OF ON THE HEI? INCREDIBLE. points for creativity. overall baffling vibes. 6/10.

pittsburgh penguins: this is just adorable. you hired someone to draw this. spectacular work, guys. it's giving a bit of 'we browsed the target hanukkah deco section for inspo' but it's too adorable for me to care. it's team themed, it's hockey themed, it's holiday appropriate. love everything going on here. they get points for doing what very few other teams are doing and remembering this is night one, so only one candle is lit. most everyone else is getting a bit a head of themselves. 9/10.

washington capitals: and here we have another edition of the icemenorah, with a minimalist twist. this graphic screams 'oh fuck wait is that tonight' which to be fair is also how i, a jew, felt about realizing tonight was the first night of hanukkah. could'a done more, but it's perfectly fine. 6/10.

new jersey devils: this fucks. it's got devils themes. it's got a cool style. it's got vibes. it's got: more hockey stick menorahs which i am always excited about. that shamash candle is a graphic design nightmare but other than that i am all on board. 8/10

vegas golden knights: i love the gold foil effect and that you remembered there was more to hanukkah than candles, that's nice, as is involving the other affiliates! however. where are the vibes. this is not the vgk wishes you a chag sameach, this is a greeting card i got on etsy. 6/10 just bc i KNOW you can do better. where's the neon, babes.

los angeles kings: oh this is fun. it's icemenorah: WITH A TWIST. the art style is cute, it's got plenty of hockey theme, it's also very obviously LA-y, i'm giving them points for this one. the shadow is insane but that's okay, it's ~stylistic. it's cute. 7/10. UPDATE: definitely AI. boo hiss. 0/10.

montréal canadiens: this is probably my favourite for sheer vibes. you got: levitating icemenorah. you got: action-shot candle lighting. you got: remembering this is night ONE. you got: the implication that the torch is the shamash candle????? you got: JOYEUSE HANOUKKA!!!!!!!! (and like happy hanukkah or whatever i guess). obsessed. it's so funny. it's amazing. 9/10.

#long post #happy hanukkah besties here is: SOME THOUGHTS #chag sameach!!! #vancouver canucks #carolina hurricanes #pittsburgh penguins #washington capitals #new jersey devils #vegas golden knights #los angeles kings #montréal canadiens

[argylemikewheeler]

hey! idk if this prompt has been done/ won’t work, but i really just want pure unadulterated fluff between the twins richie and mike and them just lying around talking about life and trying to figure out how everything got so bad and just having brotherly moments and loving eachother like the soft boys they are

(this definitely works and i loved writing this)

The June before Will was taken lost, in the woods, The Wheeler’s sent only one of their twin sons to a family member in Maine. Richie had been having problems focusing– and much to a bigger complaint, keeping his mouth shut– and another parent in the neighborhood told them about a specialist in Derry to try and help him with his Attention Deficit Disorder, which Mike always thought was fake; that was just Richie.

Mike had never been away from his twin for longer than a few days, and he had his own reservations about the idea, while Richie was always screaming about how much he hated seafood. He was sent away later that week. By the time he returned the following December, he was a different brother than Mike had sent away.

Richie never slept well as it was, always up and reading or writing or telling jokes to Mike in the middle of the night, but since he had returned, he was restless. He turned over on his bed countless time, his quiet mumbling and groaning keeping Mike up. Their parents never suspected anything, Richie still able to keep his energy levels up to eleven and bouncing around the house, nearly breaking everything like he used to and proving their plan had failed. Mike had heard all the stories though. First, in Richie’s sleep, the boy muttering names that Mike remembered from letters, postcards, and phone calls. Eventually he got the full conscious story, trading his own adventure with Will and even introducing him to Eleven. All Richie kept saying is how much he fucking hated clowns.

Richie was asleep at the desk in their shared bedroom. Mike had been up in their room a moment before, stepping out to grab his campaign planning notebook, when he returned to find Richie asleep on his own hand. His face was slowly slipping out of his grip and his glasses were being pushed up by his knuckles. Mike sat on his bed and wrote quickly, letting Richie get the sleep his body had been begging him to get for the past month.

As if struck by lightning, Richie seized awake, gasping for air and screaming. Mike looked up slowly, finishing his sentence and not at all scared anymore.

“You okay?” He asked, placing his pen down. He spoke gently, knowing Richie was still waking up.

“Yeah.” Richie sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Peachy.”

“You’re safe here.” Mike assured him, although he had traded one evil for another.

“Yeah, I know.” He said, placing his glasses on his head to rub his eyes. “I just shouldn’t have made friends. I should have just been like you and shut myself up in my room for a year and played with myself.”

“Fuck you, Richie.”

“Believe me, there wasn’t any of that in Maine.” He said, situating his glasses back on his nose. “Apparently the impending fear of death really limp-dicks the whole town.”

“You are disgusting.” Mike said, rolling his eyes. “Forget I tried to be nice.”

“Aw, come on, Mike and Ike! Don’t turn sour on me!” He said, standing and flopping onto Mike’s bed. He was on his stomach, elbows on the bed and holding his head up as he peered into Mike’s notebook. “What are we drawing today?”

“I’m writing, Richie.” Mike explained, hating to disappoint Richie and his belief that the only thing teenage boys should be doodling in notebooks are “twigs and berries”.

“Anything steamy, loverboy?”

“No.” Mike laughed. “But it is to cheer Will up after everything. He always loves long campaigns.” Mike had been trying to make one long enough to last every day of Hanukkah coming up; even though Will would be home at night for his family’s celebrations, during the day Mike wanted him to be well occupied and happy. “He’s coming over all next week.”

“Oh yeah. That’s right. I have to call Stan after the first night.” Richie said. “Typically, I don’t call after the first night at all, amirite!” Mike rejected Richie’s high-five and continued to write in his notebook. Richie’s arm slapped down on the mattress, a quiet grumble proclaiming Mike a “fucking square”. Mike laughed quietly to himself as he attempted to draw an illustration to his idea beside the bullet point; Will was really far better at it.

“So how is everyone else?” Mike asked. “Bill? Bev? The gang?”

“Still s-s-stuttering.” Richie replied, resting his head on Mike’s outstretched leg. “Bev’s better. Last I heard she was calling her aunt to move across town. Eddie’s arm healed nice.”

“That’s good.” Mike said, nodding along. “He deserves having use of both hands back.” He laughed, remembering the stories Richie told of Eddie struggling to open his pill bottles and hold pencils.

“Yeah, my right hand’s getting pretty tired.” Richie said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Mike as he laughed

“What does he see in you again?” Mike asked, looking up from his work. “I mean, seriously?”

“Sorry not all of us have swing set fetishes, Michael. Some of us find love in crack houses.” Richie pretended to whip his hair back. They both began laughing before Richie placed his head back on Mike’s leg. Mike placed his book next to his face so they could both look at the pages at once. Richie was quiet and watched Mike scribble across the lines. “How the fuck did we get like this, Mike?”

“Like what?” Mike continued, poking his brother’s nose with his pen. “You’re always like this. Not even Mom and Dad’s attempted normalcy therapy did anything.”

“Let me make the jokes there, Michael.” Richie deadpanned.  “I meant like this.” He flopped his arm over Mike’s book and the other over the edge of the bed with an exaggerated sigh. “Fucking comparing the well-being of our friends because they are always, somehow, inching towards the goddamn grave.”

“I blame you.” Mike teased. “You’re the one who became besties with something that eats children.”

“I guess you’re right.” Richie sighed, settling his face in Mike’s leg. “I wish they never sent me up there sometimes, you know?”

“I know what you mean.” Mike agreed. Every time he saw Will suffering, he wished he had won the argument with his parents and played for another ten minutes, maybe then Will would have missed crossing paths with the Demogorgon and he wouldn’t have nightmares that consumed him even when he was awake. “But it happened, for better or for worse, I guess.” Mike closed his book and placed a hand on Richie’s head, smoothing out his hair. His fingers kept getting caught in his curls. “I mean, you made friends, right?”

“Yeah.” Richie agreed, reaching up to take his glasses off. He placed them on top of Mike’s book. “I guess so.”

“I mean, Eddie’s pretty cool, right? You won’t shut up about him long enough to brush your teeth.” Mike teased.

“Your point, wise ass?” Richie asked, squinting and looking up at his brother.

“You’ve got some things to be happy about, right?” Mike shrugged. “Six things, technically.”

“Ugh, do you have to be so right all the time?” Richie groaned, closing his eyes. “Just be bleak about something for like, a fucking day, Mike. Jesus.” Mike laughed again and kept smoothing Richie’s hair. There was so much of it, but so little style.

“Oh! You know what I’ve been forgetting to tell you about?” Mike gasped, already beginning to laugh softly. “The week we spent hanging out with Steve Harrington.”

“Steve?” Richie echoed. “Isn’t he the guy with hair like a rooster?”

“The very same.” Mike agreed. “He and Nancy had a thing for a while. So he was around a bit. Being semi-helpful.”

“He got the shit kicked out of him, didn’t he?” Richie guessed, chuckling. “That guy looks too pretty to fight.”

“First a rooster, now he’s pretty?” Mike laughed, grabbing his brother’s head and shaking it back and forth jokingly.

“Well, cock and pretty are synonyms, right?” Richie laughed, reaching up to grope at Mike’s hands, trying to loosen his grip. “Come on, that’s funny, Mike!”

“How did Aunt Ruth not actually kill you last summer?” Mike asked, finally releasing Richie’s face and letting it rest back on his leg. “I mean, she doesn’t even like it when Mom says ‘God’ in the house. Let alone you talking about genitals every few minutes.”

“I mostly stayed at the arcade, honestly.” Richie confessed. “I’d go from school, to therapy, to the arcade, then roll into bed long after they had gone to sleep. I just avoided them the whole time.”

“You did?” Mike asked, placing his hand back in Richie’s hair. Aunt Ruth always called every other week and told stories about Richie’s progress and his behavior around the house. Mike didn’t know it was all a lie. He had assumed Richie had told him everything.

“Yeah, I was only going to make them miserable.” Richie didn’t seem to be upset by the truth about himself. He shrugged and closed his eyes again, looking like he was ready for another promising nap. “But, between Stan and Bill I always had somewhere to be.”

“Why didn’t you tell Mom?” Mike asked. As much as Richie kept saying he didn’t like eating seafood and would “starve” if he went to Maine, Mike always knew there was a grain of truth to his strong refusal to go. Mike just didn’t think it had anything to do with feeling like he didn’t belong with his own family.

“Right. Like I’d tell her that her own sister thinks I’m a fucking nudge.” Richie laughed coldly. “And you’re going to tell her you had a goddamn government grade mutant in the basement because she could find your friend in an alternate dimension.”

“That’s different.”

“It’s the exact same.” Richie countered. “Mom would laugh at both things and tell us we’re crazy and to shut up– or at least she says that last part to me.” He cracked his eyes back open if only to roll them before closing them over again.

“Well now you’re home.” Mike soothed, petting Richie’s hair again. He was hoping he’d fall asleep again, even though Mike was losing feeling in his leg from Richie’s weight pressing on his knee. He wanted his brother to get some sleep. Maybe being next to him would ease his panic that he had been left in that weird well-hosting house.

“Hey, Mike?” Richie mumbled, words slurring with sleep.

“Yeah, Rich?”

“‘Re you gonna get mad if I drool on your leg?”

“No.” Mike laughed, carefully opening his book and picking up his pen. “I won’t be mad.”

“Okay okay cool okay.” He mumbled, curling his legs into his body and settling his head against Mike’s leg. “Cool.”

“Hey, Mike?” He said again.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

“For what?” Mike asked as if he was asking a child. He laughed at the innocence in Richie’s voice as he tried to write again.

“Thanks.” Richie repeated. “Thanks, Mike.”

“Okay, you better stop talking before you embarrass yourself.” Mike shushed his brother, keeping his hand in Richie’s hair but stopping the movement. “Get some sleep, Rich.”

“Be here when I wake up?” Richie asked, his hand reaching up and grabbing Mike’s resting in his hair. Mike couldn’t go anywhere with all of Richie’s weight resting over his leg, but he assured him he would be. “Okay.” He said with a sigh, his body falling lax as he sighed. “Don’t do anything weird.”

“Does that mean I can’t draw on your face?” Mike giggled, dragging the cap of his pen over Richie’s cheek. “I can draw a pretty wonky looking flower.” Mike pretended to already be drawing, sticking his tongue out of his mouth with faux concentration.

“Yeah, no.” Richie said, fingers curling around Mike’s hand. “Your flowers always look like weird vaginas.”

“They do not!” Mike argued, gasping.

“Yeah, they do. You wouldn’t know, of course.” Richie laughed, peeking through squinted eyelids again. “But they totally do. Don’t.”

“Fine.”

Mike sighed and let Richie feel accomplished by his insult, eyes closing again and his body leaning into Mike’s legs. He’d get some deserved sleep, and Mike could get some peace and quiet to finish his campaign. They’d have a few moments away from their family, people clueless to their secrets. They’d have a few moments to be kids, just two regular kids enjoying winter break. They’d be normal again, just for an hour. They’d be average. Except one of them was getting a weird-looking flower all over his face.

ao3

#mike and richie twins #richie tozier #mike wheeler #it and stranger things #prompts #holy shit i love writing richie and mike #i want to write more it #if yall would be okay with that and actually read tags #let a boy know

[enchantingkittengaditor]

Christmas Tree Farm | TTMU One-Shot

Summary: With filming nearly complete and a press tour on the way is spending Christmas in Atlanta really worth it as tensions flare in the group when TJ’s childhood bestie join them and Simone has a small mental breakdown.

Warnings: Swearing, Teenagers

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POV: SJ

21-22 December 2017

“I can’t believe it’s almost over,” Tegan said, collapsing onto her bed.

“The school year or filming?” I asked her, collapsing next to her.

“Filming,” She said, looking tired.

“You two need to go to sleep!” Elizabeth yelled from downstairs as Hannah and Bob walked in.

“She’s grumpy,” Bob said.

“She got up at three am,” Tegan said.

“You probably should get some sleep, Tegs,” I said.

“I can sleep when I’m dead,” She muttered, grabbing her phone from next to her.

“Wa- No you can’t,” Hannah said to her, confused at her statement.

“SLEEP!” Brie yelled from downstairs.

“Maybe we should get sleep, early morning tomorrow,” Bob said, grabbing Tegan’s phone.

“Then it’s Christmas Eve Eve!” Hannah said happily.

“Why are you all so happy?” Tegan asked us.

“Because we’re happy,” Bob said. “You need to be happier, it’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

“It’s Christmas. It’s not that wonderful,” She muttered.

“SLEEP!” Everyone downstairs yelled at us.

“Merry Christmas, y’all!” I yelled, walking onto set with Tegan.

“Tegan just who I wanted to see,” Robert said, grabbing my friend from next to me and walking her over to a group of their co-stars. I quickly followed, not wanting to leave her alone, because even after 6 months on set with all of them she was still nervous around them.

“We wanted to say Merry Christmas from all of us,” One of the Chrises said.

“And we know that you’re missing your family,” Scarlett said.

“So, we thought that we’d bring someone special up to Atlanta for you,” Sebastian finished.

“Wha?” Tegan and I said together before the Chrises parted ways, revealing a short brunette.

“MAYA!” Tegan yelled, running forward and embracing the girl, nearly knocking her over.

“TEGAN!” She yelled back.

They continued to hug for what felt like an hour. When they pulled apart, tears were streaming down both of their faces. Old friends reunited, but where did that leave me.

“I think you’re going to have to go back to make-up,” Maya joked, rubbing her own tears away.

“I think you might too, pequeno guaxinim,” Tegan joked back.

“Oh god there’s two of them, why didn’t we think that there would be two of them,” Anthony muttered next to me, clearly regretting his part in this plan.

“Why a bow?” I asked her.

“Because I’m a present,” She said to me. “You must be Simone. Thank you for looking out for Tegan and making sure she had a friend when she moved.”

“I’m guessing you’re Maya. Both on the scream and Tegan’s background,” I said starting to wonder what she meant ‘had a friend’. Was I no longer Tegan’s friend because of her?

“Now, you need to get off set before the Russos find out,” Evans told Maya. “We may or may not have told them you were coming and you can’t reveal anything you saw.”

“Where do I go?” Maya questioned.

“Ben lives like a block away, but the whole he used to have a crush on you may be awkward,” Tegan suggested. “Or you can hide in my trailer for the day.”

“Or we can get one of the cars to take you back to the house,” Lizzie suggested, aware that hiding in a trailer may not be the best idea.

“Sadly, I like the sound of the car. I had to get up at three am to make it here, after getting the late flight from Provo,” Maya said, giving Tegan a side hug.

“Probably for the best,” I say, pulling my best fake smile. “That way when we get back you two can spend time together.”

“Let’s go get you a car,” Evans said, noticing the tension in my smile, “Then you two can catch up,” With that he and Maya left, Maya giving Tegan a small wave.

“How long has it been since you last saw each other?” Anthony asked Tegan, “You two hugged for over five minutes.”

“Three years, four months and 21 days,” Tegan said with a tight smile.

“Why do you know it down to the days?” Sebastian asked.

“Because she’s my best friend and because I know that it’s been 198 weeks and 6 days since I moved and ran through security to give her a hug, so math,” Tegan responded.

“Let’s go shoot a movie,” Anthony said nervously after Tegan’s slightly psychotic mental math, causing everyone to laugh at him.

We arrived home to find Hannah and Bob, who hadn’t come into set with us for very important holiday shopping plans, sitting around the kitchen island talking to Maya while they edited one of our Christmas videos.

“How was filming?” Bob asked.

“Need a shower,” Tegan responded, heading toward our room.

“She was doing fight stuff in fake mud all day,” I explained, coming to sit next to them.

“Sounds tough,” Maya said.

“It was,” I snipped back.

“Can you two please get along for all of our sakes?” Brie asked, coming into the kitchen.

“Fine,” We said together.

“So when Tegan comes down from her shower, we’re putting up the tree and decorations. Then tomorrow everyone is coming over for a Christmas party before everyone else goes home to their families and we stay here for a few days,” Brie explained to us.

“Oh, and gifts from your families arrived so we’re going to put them under the tree,” Lizzie told us. “And if there are any family traditions you want to incorporate, let us know.”

“I want to go to church,” I said, looking at my friends to see if anyone agreed.

“Hey dude, I’ve been celebrating Hanukkah all on my lonesome, no church for me,” Bob said raising her hands as a signal to not ask her.

“God is dead,” Hannah said, not even looking up from the computer screen.

“I’ll come,” Maya offered.

“I’m back,” Tegan said, now dressed in her PJs.

“Church?” I asked her.

“I was kicked out of a church on Christmas eve for being the spawn of the devil, so no,” She said.

“I’m sorry what?” Brie asked.

“I was ten, and I was made to sit in the car. It was funny,” She said reminiscing.

“That needs to go on YouTube,” Hannah murmured.

“So what are we talking about other than church?” Tegan asked, ignoring Hannah’s comment.

“Christmas traditions we can do,” Brie told her.

“Stockings,” She stated in return.

“We’re going to do stockings,” Lizzie said.

“I mean, my family has a tradition of all getting together in my mum’s bed on Christmas morning and opening our stockings together before breakfast,” Tegan explained.

“That sounds like fun,” I said.

“Any other suggestions?” Lizzie asked, taking notes.

Tegan and Maya looked at each other, sharing a look that seemed to convey a whole discussion of childhood traditions and which ones to suggest before they landed on one. “Spotted Dick,” They said together, getting a look from the rest of us, minus Hannah.

“Before you ask, it’s a traditional English dessert,” Maya said.

“Like a raisin cake thing,” Tegan finished.

“If we’re having traditional English food, can I suggest Yorkshire Puddings?” Bob asked.

“I’ll put them down,” Lizzie said, still confused about the English mumbling coming from the three of them.

“Oh, and Spanish and Portuguese Christmas carols,” Maya said.

“Yes,” Tegan said excitedly.

“How about we start decorating the tree?” Brie suggested.

We spent the evening decorating the house with tinsel, mistletoe and other ornaments before we started decorating the tree together, singing and laughing for hours on end. By the time we were done decorating, none of us cared that it was near midnight because we were all too happy and merry to care.

POV: TJ

23-24 December 2017

Daylight. The scariest time of the day was whenever the sun was up because you feel as though no demons should be around and yet they all are. But sometimes good things do happen in the daylight, friendships form, creeps have to hide and you can be safer.

Just focus on the cookie dough that you're making. It will all be OK. Maya and Simone will get along. Bob and Hannah will not kill each other in the pool, and your co-stars don’t hate you. This is just your mind playing tricks on you. Your mind is just being mean and a bitch. They all don’t hate you. Hannah and Bob are safe. Maya and Simone aren’t fighting each other.

“How are you?” Brie asked, walking in from outside seeing my mildly panicked state.

“Fine,” I said, not looking up at her because if I did, I knew I’d break down.

“Everyone is arriving in about an hour. Are you sure that you don’t want to come outside and hang out with us before then?” She asked.

“I like being by myself baking,” I said. In reality, I’d love to go out and hang out with my friends rather than cooping myself up in the kitchen, but I feel as though I’m not wanted. Even though all of them had come to Atlanta for me, I always felt like I didn’t belong in the group, as though the only reason they hung out with me was that they felt sorry for me. It was even worse when it came to the cast members because they’re all fully grown adults why the hell would they want to spend time with me.

“You’re spiralling again, aren’t you?” Brie asked, noticing that I hadn’t heard anything that she’d just said.

“Kinda,” I say, finally looking up.

“How about I help you finish these cookies, then you come outside with us?” She suggested.

“Alright,” I said back to her.

“OK, where do I start?” She asked before I explained what I was doing to a very over-excited and over-sugared Brie.

“Truth or dare?” A drunk Mackie said, from one of the sofas, to Maya.

“Truth,” She answered.

“When did you first realize Tegan was your best friend, and you’d do anything for her?” He asked her, causing me to roll my eyes.

“When she chased that kid away from me on her second day of school or when she had her first seizures at school and I was scared I’d lose her,” She answered, giving me a look. “Truth or Dare, Tegs?” She asked me.

“Truth,” I said.

“Boring,” She responded before thinking.

“You just did a truth, Maya,” I told her.

“What is your favourite thing about being in a movie and what are you most scared about?” She asked.

“Easy. Favourite thing; the people I’ve met and the experience. Scariest; When it comes out and people actually recognize me because whenever I think about it, I start to spiral that people will hate me,” I answered.

“Oh bubs, no one could hate you,” She said.

“Thomas, Ben, William,” I simply list.

“All absolute babacas,” Maya tells me, making me laugh.

“What the hell are babacas?” Seb asked.

“It’s Portuguese for asshole,” I explained. “Maya doesn’t like swearing in English.”

“Yeah, because as the greatest Kiwi filmmaker of all time said: we’re werewolves not swear wolves,” Maya told the group.

“How are you all so weird?” Seb asked us.

“We grew up in a world that knew it was dying, yet continued to live like it had millions of years to go. We were children when Obama was elected, and teenagers with Trump. We, as in me and Tegan, lived in a place that wasn’t effected by 2008 and still lived normally. We grew up in the new millennia all the adults around us think 1999 was a year or so ago because of the whole thing. We grew up in a fucked up world and are more fucked up than previous ones yet we’re meant to play by the same rules all of you played by and are called just kids by everyone around us even though we seem to have more sense than everyone older than us. We’re just kids and we’re not meant to save the world, but it seems we have to because all of you are being maricas about it all,” Maya said with a smile on her face.

“Merry Christmas, Bitches,” I said high fiving her.

“I’m too drunk for this,” Evans mumbled.

He’s right, it had been a long day for all of us and they’d all drunk a lot.

“It’s CHRISTMAS EVE!” Hannah yelled, coming into our room.

“EXACTLY! THERE’S AN EVE IN THERE!” I yelled, still half asleep.

“WE WANT TO CELEBRATE!” Alexandra yelled too.

“AND I WANT SLEEP!” Simone yelled.

“AND I WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH MY FRIEND!” Maya yelled.

“What time is it?” I asked, not opening my eyes.

“It’s 11 am. We told them they could come in,” Brie said.

When she said this, Maya jumped on my bed and pulled the pillow off my head. I just turned over into more pillow.

“We want to go and sing carols in the living room,” Lizzie said.

“Then go, we want to sleep,” Simone said.

“What about the Christmas Eve live for YouTube?” Hannah asked, “It starts in an hour.”

“Fuck!” I said, jumping out of bed quickly.

“WHY?” Simone asked, “WHY DID WE HAVE TO AGREE TO THAT?”

“Because we did, now get up,” I said, running toward the closet to get dressed.

Donned in the best Christmas sweaters we had found around Atlanta and sitting around the Christmas tree, we set up all the cameras and computers for the live.

“Do you want us in the live?” Brie asked from the dining room.

“Sure, all we’re doing is answering questions and singing carols,” I said.

“Ready?” Hannah asked from behind one of the cameras.

“Yup,” Simone said, sitting down next to me.

“Merry Christmas Everyone!” We said when we saw that we were live.

“Where are you?” I read the top comment. “We’re still in Atlanta, filming’s paused for a few days for Christmas, but not long enough for us to even get back to NZ and back here, so we’re having a MARVEL-ous Christmas.”

“Terrible pun,” Brie commented from behind the camera.

“Is that Brie Larson?” Hannah read. “Yes, we’re living with her, Lizzie and Evans.”

“Whose the new brunette?” Simone read, “That’s Maya, Tegan’s childhood best friend AKA a Christmas Gift to her.”

“Because I’m a present,” Maya said, smiling.

“Tell us about Avengers Infinity War and your character?” Alexandra read, looking at me.

“I can tell you that I had fun making it. I can tell you that my character is essentially me but dialled up to 100. I can tell you that…” I trailed off, trying to think of a non-spoiler to tell people. “… I’m in it. I can’t tell you guys anything because Marvel has strict rules and I don’t want to be another Tom Holland,” I laughed.

We continued to do this and sing carols for a few hours before we were all christmassed out.

I may have had a small mental breakdown, Simone did too but Christmas wasn’t so bad. It could have been worse.

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