#bahaahah

Raya: be honest- do I look good?

Namaari: Meh. I would fix-

Raya: [draws a sword to her neck] be honest- do I look good?

Namaari: [scared out of her shit] Y-YOU LOOK RADIANT TONIGHT

Timmy arriving to Armie’s hotel like:

Timmy leaving Armie’s room like:

Ugly sweater, stereotypical EGGNOG CANDY CANES RED AND GREEN FUCKIN EVERYWHERE CHRIIISTTMMMAAS SOOOONGS (aka my bestie just left the apartment wearing an ugly christmas sweater with raccoons on it, paired with red velvet leggings, elf shoes, and green/red striped gloves. with a santa hat. go hard baby girl go hard)

then theres the Bah-humbug-ers. We know we are supposed to do something festive, so we break out a shitton of booze, dress as nice as possible, and make small talk with people until we get drunk enough to admit we don't care for christmas except for the food. Our decorations consist of minimal blue or white lights/ornaments and maybe cleaning the house if family is coming over. (eg, I'm wearing black skinny jeans, black books with silver accents, silver jewelry.)

I helped bestie put some lights up in her window and she asked if I had decorated yet. I said yes and pulled out my big ass bottle of jack daniels. She told me booze isn't decorating for the holidays, so I showed her the little snowflake I stuck onto it.