#plan is to wake up at the asscrack of dawn and go somewhere that does have aircon all day

[royalberryriku]

It's gonna be 39C (102.2f) and we don't have an aircon fuckkk I hate Australian summers. Especially since, at least here, it's humid af as well.

[hipsofsteel]

OC Christmas Eve/Christmas morning/Christmas day headcanons.

Christmas Eve

-Roberto goes to Christmas Mass. Normally with Chelo and Angelino in either Tijuana or San Diego. Sometimes he’s with Sam in San Antonio, but its pretty much a requirement for him.

-Martha goes out to see the lights, rain or not. There’s something peaceful about walking alone yet surrounded by the feeling of the season, feeling at peace, with lights illuminating every step of the way.

-Beverly and Charlotte like to stay in. They drink fancy cocoa, read poetry, and just stay close to each other. It’s a time to be cozy and content.

Christmas Morning

-Clark is still a five year old deep down somewhere inside. While he’s not gonna leap on your bed screaming “IT’S FUCKING CHRISTMAS!”, Adam pretty much gets awoken at the asscrack of dawn. Just cause his presents are more grown-up now means nothing. Chris bought him Pendleton socks and camo clothes. Chris has bought this same thing for Clark for over ten years. Clark has yet to detect this pattern. Clark does not care. It’s fucking Christmas.

-Mary’s made a fancy breakfast for before they open presents. Robbie and Will are already eating it. Jean Baptiste, wake the fuck up, or everyone’s gonna have to wait for your tired gay ass, you sleep like a log, little brother.

-Victoria, being Jewish, enjoys a quiet morning and day in with cocoa and works on whatever project she’s got going at the moment, knowing that she is free to just do whatever she wants today. She has a day off for no reason. Therefore, her plan was ‘do nothing’.

Christmas Day

-Helen descends on June’s house with antler sheds from Timmy the elk to show off how big her boy has gotten. Seriously, June, he’s huge.

-Logan either spends the day with Gwendolyn or out with his horses. It’s quiet out on the plains. He likes the quiet.

-Elijah and Fatima shouldn’t have plans. Really, they shouldn’t. Elijah’s Jewish, Fatima’s Muslim, and yet at 9:30 AM, Fatima shakes him awake. We have to be somewhere at one, she reminds Elijah. Your brother would be mad if we weren’t there, she states, even as Elijah mutters that Jan Kees can kiss my ass and tries to go back to sleep. But he wakes up and showers and dresses anyhow. They arrive at the Chinese restuarant they’ve met at for over thirty years now. Marco’s there, at least they can banter. They eat Chinese food, speak in Yiddish, and then Jan, being the secular sort of Christian, gives them gifts, and Elijah gives him and Marco some (they’ve already done this on Channukah and yet they’re doing it again also his birthday was a week ago, his house is a mess). After a few hours, many laughs and many groans, they all depart. The pair goes back home and Elijah tells Fatima I don’t want to leave the house again until New Year’s. Fatima laughs as she lays there next to him, loving this somewhat exasperated man as much as he loves her.