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Happy Birthday Chevy Chase!

[aloysiavirgata]

She walks in beauty, like the night

Scully in the simplest, blackest silk. Scully pale, moon-kissed, vulnerable. Scully’s hair and eyes like where the stars are born.

***

Scully comes to him when even the moon is all but asleep, like a single calla lily from a secret admirer. Unbidden. Unexpected.

Unparalleled.

“Mulder,” she says, outside his open door, in a negligee that last shade of sky blue before it goes pitch black.

Spaghetti straps and a low décolletage, though not shockingly low. Lace trim, mid thigh. It looks like something Katharine Hepburn would wear to slap you.

Not you. Him.

Specifically him.

She looks up at him through her heavy-lashed, heavy-lidded eyes.

He stares at her for his own sake because deep in his 12 year old heart, no one would ever, ever, believe that nerdy Fox Muld-

Scully takes another step closer onto the sad oatmeal carpet of his hotel room. She has such pretty ankles, she has such pretty calves. She smells like honeysuckle and hot bike tires and buttery lobster rolls and the sweetest, purest moments of his life.

She tips her face up to him, Agent Scully does, all eyes and lips and cheekbones like a geometric proof.

“God,” he says. And he means it.

***

LA belongs to the sun and Scully is a San Diego baby but he knows, he knows, she is an East Coast girl at heart. He knows she loves the first retinal purple-orange sunrises of America and the first sapphire kisses of night. He knows she loves the stars by which her father learned to navigate. He knows she loves the distant moon.

He knows she loves blue crabs and wool duffel coats and khaki shorts and aspires to East Hampton in her most secret, silent heart.

One day he will make love to her in London because she will, he knows, hark to the call of the City. She is a creature of old stone and lichen and liminal space.

She is the answer to Samson’s riddle.

***

He’d rented a jet black ‘57 Chevy Bel Air because Christ, this girl. Abductions and cancer and the most awful brutality and stolen ova and Christ; this brilliant, moonbeam girl.

She sees the car and she says nothing. But her eyes, her eyes. Her Star of India eyes.

Scully sees the car and she smiles, shy. Scully squeezes his hand.

***

He fucks her - hard, desperate - in the Chevy out over Mullholland and she cries out for him because even Saint Teresa writhed in ecstasy.

He kisses her the way a mariner kisses his homeland soil because she is his human credential. He kisses her like a Torah scroll. He shudders, murmurs I love you, I love you into the hot, sweet dark of her mouth.

***

She is bleeding, just a little. She is bleeding in the warm caress of a Southern California night. She is bleeding as though she were a virgin and maybe she is; maybe there is sex and there is fucking and there is making love and there is This.

Are you there, god? It’s me, Dana.

She touches his sleeping rosebud lips. She touches his funny nose and his beautiful jaw and she doesn’t say I love you aloud like he had because she’d learned it was shameful. She’d learned to salute.

But it’s 3 AM, neither properly morning nor properly night. It’s 3 AM and she isn’t LA pretty, not by a long shot, but she’s here with him, with Mulder, who is very LA pretty and has money besides.

She’s too short and too pale and her nose is patrician rather than cute and she gets burnt instead of tan. She doesn’t laugh in the right places at movies. She likes copper because it burns green, she likes moths more than butterflies, she can quote Jane Austen’s most acerbic lines.

She thinks of Mulder swimming hard across the Vineyard tides, Mulder with his cinnamon skin in the whipped cream breakers. Riding a red fixed-gear along Lake Tashmoo, tugging his tiny sister along. Mulder basking on the beach like a young god of summer. Mulder with his heart afire like Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque.

Her father is dead and look, look Mulder has such a tender soul even if he’s Jewish and atheist, Daddy. Mulder has eyes like fern moss.

“I love you,” she says, her eyes brimming with tears, her eyes bright as the newest stars.

[catfuyus]

— ❝ COMING HOME ❞ ft. BAJI KEISUKE

Nothing feels right. You place the keys in a small ceramic bowl near the front door’s entrance. It’s a new smell in the same house. The smell of fresh paint that never dissipated from when you first moved in. Everything is off. As if you had suddenly awakened from a long, disassociative nothingness, and everything had changed from the moment you went under.

Everything was different, as if you were seeing it for the first time, but everything was technically, the same. Years unchanged.

You remove your shoes, hang up your bag and wander into the kitchen. It’s airy, light. The faint smell of freshly chopped herbs on the cutting board in sight. But no people. This house is empty. It’s full of things that you know you should recognize, you do recognize to an extent, but still nothing.

The sliding glass doors open to wide, green yard. Flowers blooming in the garden. There’s patio furniture placed on structured concrete with four chairs arranged for seating. Four chairs, you think absentmindedly, before shutting the doors again to wander through the kitchen and back through to the living room.

The house has stairs. Carpet padded stairs just after the tiled floor. Something tells you not to go up. Something tells you to head back out. To get out, while you still can. Get out while you still can.

So you exit the front door, bare feet padding on the cold concrete. There are flowers planted by the front door as well.

The house is a shell. Decorated warmly. Garden maintained. But there is a scent that lingers beneath the artificial candles and freshly cooked dinners. A sickening smell that speaks more to its true nature than the inhabitants can seem to admit. Or maybe they don’t notice. You noticed the smell as soon as you walked in.

A car pulls up. Your heart spikes, silently hoping, needing it not to be the person it needs not to be. You need your peace to last a little longer.

It’s a small black truck. Chevy Colorado. It’s not new, not clean on the outside. It parks on the street in the middle of the driveway. A guest not staying long. It would anger the inhabitants of the house if it did.

The door slams, and he appears around the front of the car. Smiling brown eyes. Hair pulled high into a ponytail. As he walks up the driveway you know he smells like sunlight and cologne. An old Metallica shirt you’d seen a dozen times and a silver cross necklace dangling from his neck.

He stops smiling when he sees you. Surprise taking over the features of his face. A faint, what’s wrong as he pulls you into his chest.

You hiccup. His shirt is wet where you pressed your face, tightly clutching onto the back of his shirt. You hiccup a little louder, rubbing your face into the cloth with no regard for anything else.

He leads you down the steps, the faint smell of freshly cut lawn and the summer sun passing by you with your eyes blurry. It’s a nice smell. A familiar smell. The truck door is opened and you slip into the leather seat.

We can try again tomorrow. We can try again some other time. It doesn’t have to be here. We don’t even have to try again if you don’t want to.

No it’s okay. It’s really okay.

He presses his lips against yours. Hard in a thin line. Exhaling as he pulls away. And you’re dizzied with the need for more. But his amber eyes are hard, pulled into vexing thought. And you feel protected. And needy. Arms going out to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in for another, more desperate kiss.

I’ll go get your shoes. Keys in the house? You nod. Stay right here. I’ll be right back.

You duck down, low into the seat and wait for him. He’s quick. Reappearing through the window of the car and popping the driver’s door open. He sets your keys in the cup holder, shoes on the floor, slides in and starts the car.

He takes your hand and kisses the back of your knuckles. Eyes on the mirrors as you watch his face. I love you. Puts the car and drive and leaves this awful place.

I wish I could give you more. I wish I had more to give.

You’re everything I want. I don’t want you to think I need any more than you. He smiles, wraps his large hand around your thigh. I already have all of you. You’re my whole world.

And you’re mine. Your throat hurts. Sore from suppressing emotion. I don’t want to be this person. I don’t want to be a bad person.

I never thought you were. Not for one second.

⋘ ──────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────── ⋙

There are parts of the past that you miss. Coffee in the morning. Carpet under your toes. Fresh baked cupcakes and pulling out a chair for dinner.

You think those things belong there. In that house. And that’s what you miss. But all those things and their softened afternoon light. Hazy naps under the sun and a cooling evening with ice cream and tv.

These are not permanently gone. Not since you started dating Baji. He listens to the kind of music you like. Play fights with you when you’re annoying. He makes you coffee in the morning. Memorized it just the way you like. And when you look up at him with tears in your eyes and hesitant hands, he brushes your nose up against his and pulls you in for a kiss. I’ll always keep you safe.

But you don’t know that, Kei. You don’t know what’ll happen.

That’s the one thing I do know, babe. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.

And jump out of bed and bring your coffee to cling to his back all day. Taking little sips. Careful not to spill, as you keep your arms trapped around him. Keisuke is kind like that. Keeping you stuck in his arms. Under his weight. It’s almost like he needs to feel you too. Like he knows you’re safe when you’re stuck to him. His little wife. Only he knows this side of you. The softened underside of your belly that you show no one. All hard edges and growls smoothened over. When you’re with him like this, it makes him realize that you’re family. That you’ve made a home in him. That he wants it to keep growing, with just the two of you, and whatever else you make.

That your trust was hard earned, and he lives every day to be deserving of it. Knowing that he’ll always be the kind of man you need. Because he loves you, you’re the one, and no one else fits in his heart like you do. You make everything easy, and even when it’s hard, he’s still so filled with love for you. And it’s not the painful kind that your parents have hammered into you. It’s bittersweet and blossoming. Achingly beautiful and delicately loving. A tender love that protects. A fierce love that guards and releases. You’ve never known that kind of love. Not until Baji pulled you into his arms and gave you his heart.

It’s never been safe to be kind. It’s never been safe to be tender. To let them know what you’re feeling. To let them know this softer side of you. It’s never been safe.

So you became a fighter. You became strong and ferocious. A leader in part. Confident in some. Aggressive, protective, you are the one who guards, who keeps others safe. But with him, it feels so nice to sleep.

To weaken. To soften. To trust. With closed eyes and open heart. That he will take care of you. All of the parts of you. And you can connect, deeply, to the side of you that no one knows. That in safety and security, you can make a home with him. And know that he will defend it and never neglect it. Because it’s his home too. It’s his Everthing. And it means as much to him as it does to you.

[skepsiss]

Reflection: Robin's POV

This is a 4 part mini-series about the Fruity Four. It's 1989 and Steve, Eddie, and Robin are visiting Hawkins over winter break. Nancy has invited them all over for a little Christmas get-together, and we read from the point of view of each member of the crew across 1 event.

I wrote these pieces to be read in any order, so... enjoy some Steddie, vague Ronance, Vickie x Robin, and just the Fruity Four being... fruity.

Dialogue prompt "You Remember That?" for @thefreakandthehair Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge. Page break/border by @/alderdoodle.bsky.social on Bluesky.

Rating: T Words: 2,521 CW: Swearing, general anxiety

Steve's Part Robin's Part Nancy's Part Eddie's Part

“Now, now, children,” Robin said as she walked into the living room holding two mugs of cocoa.

Steve and Eddie were wrestling with each other-–as usual-–and Eddie seemed to be getting the upper hand this time around.

“Seriously, one of you take this cocoa before I drop it, and we have to spend the rest of the night scrubbing the carpet clean,” Robin said sharply before Steve pushed Eddie’s head into the seat cushion and took the mug from her. 

There was a flash of something in Eddie’s eyes and Robin was worried for a moment that he would shove Steve back, but he settled instead and Steve passed him the cocoa.

Eddie had a hell of a competitive streak, so there was no knowing sometimes if that or logic would prevail—most times, logic lost. 

“I’m glad I called when I did,” Nancy said as she walked in, offering another mug to Steve for him to take. 

Eddie had huddled up with his mug as Robin was trying to seat herself back on the floor. 

“I didn’t realize you guys would be flying in from Chicago,” Nancy was sitting prim and proper on the far couch, positively glittering with her smartly clipped-back hair and her Christmas-themed dress.

“Just easier,” Steve replied. He had sat back and had an arm around Eddie like he was some kind of husband from the 1950s. It was striking how Nancy and him seemed to mirror each other; Robin could understand why they had been a good couple once upon a time. 

“Plus, I don’t want to put that kind of mileage on my car. But I’m still worried about driving that crappy, little Chevy in this kind of weather.”

“Would you get off it?” Eddie grumbled at Steve. He was hunched over his drink and slurping it tentatively, obviously not patient enough to wait for it to cool down properly. “I’ll eat my shorts if that thing can’t get us home, it’s Indiana, we’ll be fine.” 

“Yeah, says the guy that didn’t believe us when we said Chicago winters were something else,” Robin retorted, before messily picking up a piece of shortbread. It crumbled in her fingers, and she awkwardly twisted and leaned over the table to keep from spilling on the rug.

“I don’t remember it being that bad! I was a kid… you remember that kind of stuff,” Eddie grouched back.

“You were like five the last time you were there,” Steve chastised, starting a harmless argument. 

Robin ignored them and instead propped her chin in her hand and smiled at Nancy.

“See what I have to live with?” 

Nancy chuckled, sounding charmed, which made Robin warm up in return. She had been a bit worried about coming over to the Wheeler’s house when Steve announced that Nancy had invited them all over before they had left the city. She hadn’t seen Nancy for ages, and she had been paranoid that all the progress they had made in their friendship during senior year would be wiped out. Nancy was a tough cookie to crack, but it seemed like once you were in, you were in. 

“What’ve you been up to then?” Robin asked before grunting and crawling onto her knees. She picked herself up carefully so she wouldn’t knock any of the plates on the coffee table over and made her way to the couch where Nancy was.

“Just school,” Nancy shrugged, looking uncomfortable for some reason. “I’ve got two more years still, but I’m hoping to get an internship this summer.”

From what Robin knew, Nancy had been attending university in New York. She had heard from the gossip vine that Nancy and Jonathan had broken up earlier in the year and Robin had told Steve and Eddie to keep it to themselves under the pain of death. At least that was the last she had heard from Vickie on the matter-–and Vickie had heard it from her little sister who had heard it from Erica Sinclair who was in debate club with her at school. She wasn’t sure if she trusted Erica with this sort of gossip, or if she was more the type to amplify a rumour without vetting her sources. 

Either way, Jonathan wasn’t here. 

“How about you?”

Robin looked up at Nancy, having zoned out, and took a moment to process what was being asked of her. 

Her? What had she been doing?

“Oh!” Robin replied, trying to laugh off her embarrassment. “Just my uh, just my basic credits. I haven’t really decided, not properly yet, well, maybe I have. I don’t know? It’s a big question. I might be transferring to another school outside of Chicago, but I have to think about whether it’s worth it and I haven’t really checked if my credits are going to transfer yet, but uh, Vickie was saying she was thinking of going to… Columbia State, so….”

Robin trailed off as she looked at the ground, trying to cover her blush. Vickie and her had been corresponding over the last several months via mail, and Robin wasn’t sure exactly where they stood. Nothing had happened between them in senior year, but they had been friendly with one another, and it was only by chance that they had reconnected earlier in ‘88. Robin liked to think they were dating-–they talked on the phone at least once a week with one another, and Robin had sent dozens of letters back to Hawkins, but they hadn’t said the word girlfriend yet. Long distance was complicated, and Robin wasn’t sure whether to be hopeful or practical.

“Vickie? Vickie Newberry from school?” Nancy asked, sounding surprised but not accusatory. 

“Her high school sweetheart,” Eddie sighed, making himself sound overly dramatic.

Robin shot him a look, and Steve carried out her disdain by pinching Eddie in the side. 

“Oh… that’s sweet. Are you guys seeing one another?”

Nancy obviously didn’t know what to say, but it wasn’t a secret amongst the four of them that Robin was a lesbian. She could remember Nancy taking her hands and speaking rather sternly when she declared that it didn’t matter, and she was happy to support her. That had been nice to hear, especially from another woman, but Robin couldn’t read the tone of voice Nancy was taking now. 

“Sort of?” Robin replied, clearing her throat and shooting Steve an awkward look. Steve simply rolled his eyes and replied for her.

“Probably, but Robin hasn’t had the guts to ask her if they’re official.”

Robin scoffed at him, but all Nancy seemed to do was nod contemplatively.

“She’s still in Hawkins, right?” Nancy asked, turning the subject around a bit and taking some pressure off of Robin’s anxieties.

“Yeah, her Dad passed away suddenly in the summer of ‘86, and she stuck around to help her mom with her sister and stuff. But, I think she feels like she can move on now, or well, go to school at least,” Robin shrugged as she cradled her cocoa before taking too large of a sip and gagging at how hot it was.

“Speaking of,” Steve interjected as he shook his arm in order to read his watch. “You’ve got to leave in thirty to go meet her, right?”

Robin flushed again and glanced at Nancy, feeling guilty for having to cut and run so quickly. She had genuinely wanted to see Nancy, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t champing at the bit to walk over to Vickie’s place. 

To her relief, Nancy flashed her a smile and seemed to enthusiastically encourage Robin’s departure. 

The next thirty minutes pressed on like that, and Robin found herself relaxing into the atmosphere. Things weren’t dire like they had been in ‘86, but it felt like the four of them fell easily back into a rhythm. 

Idly, Robin thought about maybe talking to Vickie about going to school up in New York… if she was going to move away from Steve and Eddie, she might as well try and move somewhere she had a friend. It would be nice to have a proper friendship with another girl again, and Nancy was great. She was the type of person who went out of her way for you, and Robin had no doubt that if she decided to move to New York, Nancy would be all over offering her help. 

“You should probably get going.”

Robin looked up, not having realized she was being addressed.

“Rob,” Steve snorted, and Eddie snapped his fingers at her to get her attention. “It’s nine, you’re supposed to meet Vickie.”

“It’s nine?!” Robin yelled, standing up abruptly, and knocking the little plate Nancy had in her hand onto the floor.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Thankfully, the dish didn’t break, and instead just strewed crumbs all over the carpet instead. Robin instantly fell over herself to try and sweep up the mess, making a bigger mess of it as she wiped at the spilled food.

“It’s fine, Robin, I’ve got it—you, stop-–you’re fine,” Nancy was placating her and Robin did eventually give up before looking at Steve anxiously.

“Yeah, alright,” he grunted, and got up from the couch to presumably go get the vacuum. Of course, he knew where it was, this house probably hadn’t changed in the last 4 years.

Robin shot Nancy another apologetic look, but she shooed Robin off toward the door.

Robin’s mind was moving a mile a minute as she pulled her shoes on and stuffed her hair under her beanie. She knew she was working herself up for no reason, it just felt like… everything could go wrong. She’d get there, and she would talk to Vickie, and then she’d find out Vickie had a boyfriend, or she had thought the whole time they were just ‘pals.’

As Robin got farther into her own head over whether or not things were actually going to be okay with Vickie, she pulled on her winter wear haphazardly. Her scarf went on second, which meant it got stuck in the zipper of her coat and she had to stop and adjust. Her boots were still untied, but she couldn’t see past the coat properly to do them up, and—god— she could only find one mitten. 

Everything felt overwhelming, and Robin knew she was on the verge of calling the whole thing off and just hiding here at the Wheeler’s house.

“Rob.”

Robin looked up from scouring the floor for her missing mitten and watched as Steve held out the glove toward her.

“It’s going to be fine,” he offered, taking her by the shoulders and rubbing them. “It’s going to be fun and easy, and you’re not going to feel like you’ve even missed a beat. Knowing what I know? There is no way she doesn’t like you.”

Robin whined as Steve spoke, her anxiety still roiling inside of her, but forced back by Steve’s words.

“But what–” she started, only to be cut off by Steve shaking her violently by the shoulders.

“Nuh uh, no. Shut up. You’re being paranoid. If something goes wrong, just call me at Eddie’s and I will wake up at 3 am and walk through the goddamn snow to your parent’s house, okay?”

Despite her nerves, Robin felt a queasy smile inch across her face. Even if shit went south, Steve would be there, and that was more comforting than Robin was willing to admit. Even without a girlfriend, it didn’t feel all that terrible knowing that she’d have Steve; probably until both their dying breaths at this point… even if Eddie protested.

Steve was still staring at her—his brows stretched upward as if he was daring her to doubt him. He was looking for some kind of answer, so Robin nodded and then sucked in a deep breath to calm herself. 

Without missing a beat, Steve turned her abruptly toward the door and yanked the door open, manhandling her to the entrance. 

“Okay… okay, okay!” Robin yelled, laughing a bit at her own stupidity and how ridiculous it was to have Steve hype her up like this. 

She looked up and grimaced slightly as she watched fluffy flakes of snow falling from the sky. She heard Steve whine behind her, but he didn’t let down his guard or let her back in.

“Okay!” Robin huffed once again, less determined and more excited than anything. Even if she was nervous, there was something thrilling about knowing she was very likely going to kiss Vickie tonight. Almost a year of correspondence and a couple of months of proper flirtation, and she was… going to kiss her. 

Robin carefully made her way down the icy path and onto the road, not bothering to check the car that was definitely stuck at the Wheeler’s tonight. 

Vickie didn’t live all that far from the Wheeler’s, actually. She was maybe a ten-minute walk away—more with the snow, but still easy enough to get to.

No one was out at this time of night, but Robin didn’t let herself romanticize the walk over to Vickie’s place. If she got distracted, she ran the risk of psyching herself out again, and she didn’t want to do that. 

Two months. She had been waiting for this for two months. Ever since, she had sworn she’d be back in Hawkins for Christmas.

She could remember a time when she had thought no girl in the world was like her. When she had stared longingly at every pretty girl she came across and yearned to be a boy just so the girls would look at her. She didn’t want to be a boy, she just wanted the girls to be gay.

Robin checked the note in her pocket and scanned the house numbers to make sure she was getting close. She knew the street just fine, but she had never actually been to Vickie’s place before. She hadn’t lived on this side of Hawkins, and her ‘friendship’ with Vickie had stayed within the wall of the school.

Eventually, Robin found the right address and moved toward the little green house, noting that Vickie’s family only put up sparse Christmas decorations. It was a simple bungalow and the quietness of the street paired with the amber glow from Vickie’s porch lights helped a lot in settling her nerves. 

Robin breathed deeply before knocking, her hands shaking slightly as she readied herself for this. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen tonight, but she hoped it went in the direction she wanted. How romantic would it be to sit in front of the fire and kiss Vickie for the first time? To tuck her hair behind her ear and compliment those red curls with her whole chest? To feel shy hand touches and… god, maybe something much bigger than that.

Robin was about to knock a second time when the door opened and Vickie stood framed with her cropped red hair and her oversized Christmas sweater. They both stared at each other for a beat before smiling shyly, and Robin managed to swallow her nerves in order to speak.

“Hey… made it.”

[destinyc1020]

Sunday Confessions: If their still together i dnt see why Kaia (and her team) dnt have her and Austin do a pap walk by now. They were quick af to do it after those engaged rumors were debunked bt r slow about it now, even when it publically jepordizes their own relationship. Ppl r already done talking about the Marcello rumors too so i dnt get the holdup.

Also found a video of her with the Saturday Night cast (very excited to see Dylan Obrien movie in forever) and i get now why folks think shes bad at press ☠️ around 6:42 the hosts says her character, jacquelin carlin, is chevy chases 1st wife and was a extra on SNL then Kaia kinda cuts him off and says "well, ok" which i found a lil rude, bt i guess the interviewer was fine with it lol then goes on to say that chevy was jac's 2nd marriage. Nt sure if she interrupted him cuz Jac is just seen as a wife to Chevy (which.. she was lol nothing wrong with it bt she was on Snl because her husband was, we dnt know much about her besides that), but i also dnt get the purpose of saying this was Jacs 2nd marriage lol idk i feel lik she culdv worded it better or add in smthn interesting she found about Jac. Dylan did well tho lol

https://youtu.be/VE34dNLrUXk?si=IqpqHO_P6lrDsaUJ

Thanks Anon for your confession. 😊

I haven't seen the entire interview with the cast Anon, but in the time stamp that you provided, I think Kaia was perfectly fine? 🤷🏾‍♀️

I don't think she said anything bad in that clip/portion. I think she was trying to be funny when she said "well, okay". I think it was a joke, like, "Oh, so you're saying my part is very small" lol 😆

At least, that's how I read it lol? 😅

The only thing I would say that Kaia needs to work on is her acting, and maybe just toning it down on the red carpet with her male costars. She sometimes comes across as trying just a wee bit too hard to me? Like, that red carpet interview with her and Corey Michael Smith was cringe as idk what. 🥴

It's just doing too much lol 😆

That's all I would say she should work on. Like, just be chill lol.

[powderblueblood]

🎵+ Eddie pls

send me 🎵+ character name and i’ll write a lil blurb inspired by a song from their playlist (you can also request songs and i will do my level best. god is a dj and i'm god)

▶ THIS YEAR - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

six cylinders under the hood crashing and kicking, aha! listen to the engine whine or eddie takes the van out alone for the first time and feels free

an: some younger!eddie angst for your nerves!!! i love writing about the Munson Men so i hope u enjoy this anon word count: 1k

Keys land with a coolness in Eddie's outstretched palm, sweaty and warm, blood pumping under the skin like a crimson whirlpool.

"I'm not about to argue with you any more, son," Wayne mumbles, shoulders slouched in surrender, "You wanna cruise around in that deathtrap, that's on you."

Eddie's mouth opens to bark out yet another instance of but it's not gonna be a deathtrap when I'm done with it! and recount all his promises of becoming a bonafide grease monkey, taking all the necessary measures to make the van good as new.

The van. His van.

He drops the argument, since Wayne's suit is always a good one to follow, and closes his fist around the keys. He's won this round. A ball of fire begins to ignite in his chest and if he's not totally hallucinating, Wayne, grumpy old Wayne, is fighting back a smile.

"I'll stay the speed limit, I swear."

The fuck he will.

"The fuck you will."

Eddie's guffaw echoes in the empty doorway as he trips over himself, running outside the trailer to embrace his new four-wheeled glory. Well, not new-- far from new, of course. She's a girl with a lotta miles on her, showing up and out in the paintwork he's going to make sure he manicures. She's no Impala but she is a Chevy, a beautiful broad-assed 1971 Chevy.

She's got the same birthday as Killer by Alice Cooper and Eddie is head over heels in love with her.

Eddie is also an incredibly reckless driver, so something this hardy is necessary. Evel Knievel over here would turn a Beemer into a pretzel soon as look at it, as evidenced by the Beemer he almost rams into while he's gunning it into Hawkins.

"Fucking watch it, freak!"

Eddie flings his head out the window as Alice keens from the stereo (that big, bumping, beautiful stereo) and wags his tongue in the direction of an irate Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who'd just got that new set of wheels for his birthday. Eddie knew that--everyone knew that--because he wouldn't stop peacocking it around the parking lot at school.

Well, compared to Eddie's ol' beauty, that fucking thing was puny.

"Eat my dust, pretty boy!"

He cruises down the main drag of Hawkins, marveling at his view from the driver's side. His elevated seat. His hands clutching the wheel. He even tosses a gentlemanly salute to a young mom and infant daughter that crane their necks to stare at him rolling on by.

Ladies.

See this, this is what it's all about. He's finally got the war machine he deserves. His ticket to the open road, his getaway car out of dodge, his method for hauling assloads of equipment around (once Ronnie gets that drum head fixed). Even his--dare he even think it--chick magnet.

Chicks love dudes with cars. Chicks like dudes with vans even better, because there's room in the back. Privacy. Shit like that is hard to come by when you spend most nights sharing a trailer with your aging uncle whose night shifts keep getting cut.

Not-- not that Eddie is exactly drowning in missed opportunities, but should the opportunity ever present itself, he'll be ready.

He's sourcing a shag carpet.

Eddie makes a couple more turns around town, even cruises by the school for good measure-- you never know which cheerleaders are hanging around after hours.

The most important thing is he feels completely unshackled in the confines of this van. Totally impenetrable. This is a space that he doesn't feel guilty taking, a space he doesn't feel odd or inferior in. Motherfucker, this is his all his.

He slows down his speeding on purpose when returning to Forest Hills, as if Wayne doesn't already know he's assaulting those gas pedals.

He slows down as he approaches the Munson trailer. He slows, and slows, and slows, and whines to a halt where Al Munson slaps both hands on the front of the van.

"Hey, kiddo."

Al Munson, his father, has been locked up in Blackburn Correctional in Lexington, Kentucky for the past eight months. Eddie's forgotten what for, or he didn't care to listen in the first place. Al Munson was not supposed to be out for a long, long time.

Al Munson always manages to find a loophole.

He reaches through that loophole, and he takes and takes and takes.

Eddie holds his breath.

"What, your old man doesn't get a big hello? Maybe a congrats on flyin' the coop, jailbird?" Al laughs and it's warm like the whiskey he sometimes lets Eddie drink with him. Al laughs and the fucking nightingales sing, the world shakes, everything becomes technicolor except the cloud hanging over Eddie's head.

Because, as Eddie so observantly notices, Al didn't come here with a car. He probably walked his ass all the way to Forest Hills, or hitched with some poor sucker he buttered up with stories and cigarettes and charm.

Wayne lingers in the doorway of the trailer. He can't meet Eddie's eyes.

He knew this was the one thing I had going for me. He knew this was the one thing I had left. The only thing that's mine.

Except the papers for the van don't say that. The papers say Al Munson.

He was supposed to be gone for so much longer that Eddie had hoped he'd forget about the van. About Hawkins. Maybe even about him, once and for all, and Eddie could inherit the only truly good thing his shitheel father ever had going.

Al, while remarkably charming, is not a man with a lot of patience. He slaps the side of the van-- not hard, but smart. "Out of the chariot, Ed," he commands. "Let's go, boy. I gotta jet someplace."

It occurs to Eddie that he has an opportunity on his hands right here. A massive fuck-you type opportunity. He could just peel out. Throw the finger to Al, and to Wayne for betraying him and not warning him about this in due time. Speed off. Take off for Indy and figure it out from there. He's got a full-ish tank of gas.

The one thing he's missing is his father's charm. He won't get far without it. It's the kind of thing you can't say no to.

No one says no to Al Munson.

Eddie, Eddie with his hair growing long around his ears and his seized shoulders and his cloud hanging heavy with rain over his head, is not about to start now.

"Just warming her up for ya, pops."

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✮ @coastercrushed liked for a short starter.

In life, Royce’s world had been a palette of earthy, metallic and pastel tones.  Even those shades that tipped closer to bold and bright – like the siren-red interior of his beloved Little Sweetheart, or the brilliant teal of his father’s Chevy – could not have prepared him for the burning acid-pop of the arcade.  Floors were covered in a garishly patterned and cola-stained carpet, while a hundred machines trilled their electronic songs, sounds as synthetic as their own hulking bodies of plastic artificiality.

Here, in the middle of musty, migraine-inducing mayhem, Royce was getting destroyed at Dance Dance Revolution.  For every ‘Good’ or ‘Great’ he was awarded, Mapplethorpe smashed him with a ‘Perfect’ or a ‘Marvellous’, delivering footwork with flair and boundless energy.  It was almost a relief when the song came to an end – a jazzed up remix of an Elvis number that post-dated the hot-rodder’s death by some thirteen years – and their final scores were totalled on screen.

“Damn, Mapplethorpe, I ain’t never seen anyone dance to the king like that…!”  The words escaped Royce in a jagged and amused exhale, a plume of breathless laughter. “Just know if there was an option for the jitterbug, I’d have you on your back.”

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

So y’all know I’ve been on the prowl for a car and hands down the wildest shit is seeing all the problems companies have with electric and hybrid cars cause like, Tesla ain’t the only bitch with exploding cars. You look at Priuses and like, Toyota’s been in the business for years so their recall notices are all like, normal car problems. You look at a Toyota and you know it’s gonna be reliable even if it’s not the fanciest car you’ve ever owned. You look at shit like the Chevy Bolt and Chevy ain’t been at this game for very long so there’s a recall notice for the battery catching fire but that’s not the most insane one. Hands down the most insane one is a recall notice for a part of the seatbelt which, if they come into contact with the carpet, can SET THE CARPET ON FIRE. Fucking pardon my guy? Your seatbelt’s gonna set the carpet on fire??? I think I’m just gonna get a bicycle instead thanks

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The Unseen Luxury: Exploring Ford Car Carpets from Stock Interiors

Most people first consider the seats, dashboards, and high-tech accessories when discussing car interiors. The car carpet, on the other hand, is an unsung hero in your vehicle's interior and deserves much more recognition. The car carpet, though it may not be the first thing that springs to mind when you think of your car, is quite important for creating a comfortable, secure, and attractive driving environment. We'll delve deeper into the world of vehicle carpets in this article and examine why they're more significant than you would think.

Insulation and Comfort

The provision of a cozy and insulated surface for your feet is one of the main purposes of a car carpet. It's the first thing your feet contact when you get into your car, and it has a big impact on how you drive.

Numerous layers of padding and insulating materials are used in the creation of automobile carpets. These layers assist in dampening road noise and vibrations in addition to cushioning your footfall. This will make the travel for you and your passenger’s quieter and more comfortable, making long commutes and drives much more pleasant.

Beauty Appeal

Your unique taste and style are reflected in your vehicle's interior. Because they are aware of this, automakers provide a wide range of options for car carpets to accommodate various tastes. You may alter the interior of your car to better reflect your style thanks to the numerous colours, textures, and patterns available for car carpets. There is a car carpet to match the aesthetics of your vehicle, whether you choose a traditional, elegant pattern or a bold, athletic one.

Maintenance and Resilience

Additionally, automotive carpets must resist regular wear and tear from passengers getting in and out of the vehicle, often with muddy shoes. Because of this, they are frequently built of sturdy, stain- and dirt-resistant materials.

Modern automobile carpets are made to require less care. They are frequently coated with stain-resistant materials, making spills and accidents easier to clean up. The interior of your automobile will stay in excellent shape for many years thanks to this durability.

Considerations for Safety

Car carpeting contributes to safety in addition to comfort and style. Slip-resistant car carpets are a design feature that helps guard against unintentional falls when entering and exiting the vehicle. This safety element is especially crucial when it's slick or rainy outside.

Conclusion

Every little thing counts in the world of vehicle design, and Ford is more aware of this than most. The frequently disregarded feature of automobile carpets is evidence of Ford's dedication to offering a comprehensive and great driving experience.

Ford car carpets are a crucial component of the total package that sets Ford cars apart, from comfort and beauty to durability and safety. Therefore, the next time you get into your Ford, take a moment to notice how soft and opulent it feels under your feet, and keep in mind that even the hidden components of your automobile were created with your pleasure and enjoyment in mind.

With Stock Interior's top-notch Auto Carpet, your Ford's interior will be upgraded. Our premium Auto Carpet is made to match your exact Ford and comes in a variety of colours. They are durable, comfortable, and original fit.

Our Ford auto carpets are created especially to offer a great fit and improve the overall appearance of your car's interior. Our Ford carpets are produced from premium materials and are designed to resist regular wear and tear. They are precisely moulded with durability and precision in mind. It's never been simpler to replace your worn-out carpet thanks to simple installation and accurate fit. To give your Ford a brand-new look, select the colours that best suit your preferences. Discover our selection right away to discover the difference between a perfectly fitting and durable Ford auto carpet.

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Trans Man in a Van

driving toward queer resistance in deep red america. Ty Bo Yule 7 min read · Just now Me and Cookie I am a fifty-three-year-old, white, married, educated and happy Trans man living in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Last year I bought this sweet 1988 Chevy G20 conversion van. I named her Cookie Monster because of her royal blue velour upholstery and wall-to-wall shag carpet. My wife and I took her…

[ragegrove]

@strcngergirls​ sent:  “Happy birthday, Little Bee! The day is yours, what should we do?” from mama dottie 👉🏻👈🏻

billy  sits  crisscrossed  on  the  carpet  in  his  bedroom,  spring  sun  pouring  in  between  the  blue  curtains  and  agitating  his  eyes  that  still  have  sleep  in  them.  lifting  a  hand  to  rub  at  his  long  dark  eyelashes,  blond  curls  a  fresh  tangled  mess  from  last  nights  sleep,  then  goes  back  to  putting  all  the  hotwheels  in  a  line.  seeing  how  many  he’s  collected  so  far.  five  chevy  corvettes,  one  porsche,  one  chevy  nova,   two  ford  torinos,  three  trans  ams,  three  ford  mustangs,  ten  chevy  camaros.  he  loves  the  blue  ones  of  the  camaros  he  has.  maybe,  the  yellow  too.  but  definitely  the  blue.  holding  one  up  in  his  palm,  admiring  it,  thinking  it’s  the  COOLEST  and  bestest  one.  the  opening  of  his  door  and  the  exclamation  startles  him  at  first,  jumping,  before  it  immediately  puts  a  smile  on  his  face  at  the  sound  of  his  mother’s  voice  registering.  a  big  bright  one  once  his  gaze  turns  on  her––  because  she  didn’t  forget.  

“thanks,  mommy  bee.”  he  softly  giggles,  taking  the  toy  camaro  with  him  as  he  gets  up  and  quickly  hugs  her  waist.  arms  wrapping  around  her  waist,  his  face  squishing  into  her  side.  he  squeezes  her  tight.  “you  didn’t  forget.”  he  blurts  and  blue  eyes  look  up  at  his  mother’s  own,  his  sparkling  with  happiness.  of  course  a  mother  shouldn’t  forget,  billy  doesn’t  realize  that  part  is  almost  impossible.  but,  so  many  people  he  knows  does  forget.  his  dad  always  forgot...  or  rather  just  didn’t  acknowledge  before  they  left  a  few  years  ago  to  here  in  the  midwest.  his  cousins  always  forgot.  his  grandmother  barely  remembered.  he  only  has  a  few  friends,  but  they’re  not  really  close  enough  to  remember  things  like  that.  and  that’s  what  makes  it  so  bewildering  to  him,  that  he  does  have  one  person  that  remembers.  it  hurts  that  all  of  those  people  forget,  but  his  mom...  she  never  forgets.  and  that’s  why  he  looks  at  her  with  so  much  appreciation  and  love.  “my  mom’s  the  best  mommy.  don’t  forget,  okay?”  he  says  boldly  and  confidently,  softly  laughing.  truly  thinking  it,  he  has  the  best  mother  in  the  world  and  he  could  name  a  MILLION  reasons  why.  taking  a  step  back,  he  tilts  his  head  in  thought.  “can  we  have  ice  cream  cake  from  dairy  queen  and  more  hotwheels?”  holding  the  camaro  in  his  hand  up,  showing  her  his  favorite.

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1955 Chevrolet Bel Air Custom

Why This Car Is Special

The 1955 Chevrolet (sometimes referred to as '55 Chevy) is an automobile that was made by Chevrolet in 1955. It is considered a huge turning point for the manufacturer and was a major success.

Fast forward to now and you will see this 1955 Chevrolet 150 Resto-Mod we have at Skyway Classics has a semi-truck load of performance and comfort items added to its gleaming orange and tan exterior.

Features

1955 Chevrolet Bel Air Custom

Restored at Custom Classics

355 cubic inch modified small block Chevrolet engine

Polished aluminum intake

Performance carb with the electric choke

Chrome open element air cleaner assembly

Aluminum finned valve covers with red script Chevrolet

Performance fuel plumbing

Modified electronics and distributor

Serpentine belt drive system with billet aluminum pulleys

Power steering and disc power brakes

Vintage Air

Tube headers

3-inch dual exhaust with Flowmaster mufflers

700 R4 automatic transmission with overdrive

Engine and frame both painted and detailed

Tan custom interior

Handsome bucket seat like but bench-seats

Matching rear seat and door panels

Leather-wrapped steering wheel

Custom center console with the chrome shifter and orange shifter ball

Billet aluminum dash with VDO gauges

In-dash CD player

Vintage Air with electronic climate control

Seatbelts

Tan carpet and floor mats

Finished trunk with custom fitted partitions, carpet, Bow Tie logo back of the cargo area

Hugger Orange and Tan

Full side windows in place of the original vented pieces

One-piece front and rear bumpers

Staggered-diameter Ridler alloy wheels

Performance tires

Mechanical

You will appreciate the 355 cubic inch modified Chevy small-block V-8 residing under the smoothed hood. A showpiece all on its own, it incorporates a polished aluminum intake, performance carb with the electric choke, chrome open element air cleaner assembly, aluminum finned valve covers with red script Chevrolet on them, performance fuel plumbing, modified electronics and distributor, a serpentine belt drive system with billet aluminum pulleys to drive its power steering, power brakes, alternator and Vintage Air accessory drives, and tube headers feeding 3-inch dual exhaust with Flowmaster mufflers to deliver the kind of throaty rumble guaranteed to attract attention.

A 700 R4 automatic transmission with overdrive and four-wheel disc brakes add even more to the 150's performance capabilities with the engine and frame both painted and detailed.

Interior

The tan custom interior has had its once-minimalist accommodations traded for a handsome bucket seat like but bench-seat interior featuring a matching rear seat and door panels, a leather-wrapped steering wheel, custom center console with the chrome shifter and orange shifter ball, billet aluminum dash with VDO gauges, in-dash CD player, Vintage Air with electronic climate control, seatbelts, and tan carpet and floor mats.

It even has a finished trunk with custom fitted partitions, carpet, and a Bow Tie logo across the back of the cargo area.

Exterior

Our 1955 Chevrolet 150 Sedan is a particularly fine example of craftmanship that has went into this show car.

The first thing you will notice is the paint scheme. Tastefully sprayed in Hugger Orange and Tan with carefully considered details such as full side windows in place of the original vented pieces, one-piece front and rear bumpers contribute to setting the car apart from the pack, and new staggered-diameter Ridler alloy wheels and performance rubber give it just the right stance.

Conclusion

This 1955 Chevy show car we have at Skyway Classics was built by Custom Classics that is a nationally renowned restoration facility for customizing show-winning cars of almost any make and model, from American iron to foreign exotics and vintage rarities.

1955 Chevrolet Bel Air Bradenton, Florida | Hemmings

1955 Chevrolet Bel Air Bradenton, Florida | Hemmings

1955 Chevrolet Bel Air Bradenton, Florida | Hemmings

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Carpeted floor mats for Chevy Suburban.

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Christmas Vacation Sweatshirt: A Festive Essential for Holiday Fans

The holiday season is the perfect time to get cozy, enjoy classic movies, and embrace festive fashion. If you’re a fan of the iconic film National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, there’s no better way to show your holiday spirit than by wearing a Christmas Vacation sweatshirt. With its humorous quotes and memorable scenes, Christmas Vacation has become a beloved holiday tradition, and themed sweatshirts inspired by the movie offer a fun and comfortable way to celebrate.

In this guide, we’ll explore the popularity of the Christmas Vacation sweatshirt, the best designs, where to buy one, and how to style it for the holiday season.

Why Choose a Christmas Vacation Sweatshirt?

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation has been a holiday staple since its release in 1989. The movie captures the chaos, humor, and warmth of family gatherings during the holidays. Fans of the film love quoting their favorite lines and reminiscing about Clark Griswold’s over-the-top decorations, Cousin Eddie’s outrageous antics, and all the mishaps that make the movie so memorable.

Wearing a Christmas Vacation sweatshirt is more than just a fashion choice – it’s a way to show off your love for a classic holiday movie. Here are a few reasons why a Christmas Vacation-themed sweatshirt is a must-have:

Nostalgia and Fun For many people, Christmas Vacation brings back memories of watching the movie with family and friends. A sweatshirt featuring your favorite quotes or characters helps keep that nostalgia alive, while also adding humor and personality to your holiday wardrobe.

Comfort and Style The holidays are all about comfort, and a cozy sweatshirt is perfect for lounging at home, wrapping presents, or heading to casual holiday parties. A Christmas Vacation sweatshirt blends warmth and style, making it an easy go-to piece for the season.

Perfect for Holiday Parties Ugly sweater parties have become a holiday tradition, but a Christmas Vacation sweatshirt can be a fun alternative that’s still festive. You can stand out with a sweatshirt featuring a hilarious quote from the movie, like “Why is the carpet all wet, Todd?” or “I don’t know, Margo!” It’s sure to get a laugh and start conversations.

Great Gift Idea If you’re looking for a unique and thoughtful holiday gift, a Christmas Vacation sweatshirt is a great option. It’s a fun and practical gift for fans of the movie, and it can be worn year after year during the holiday season.

Popular Christmas Vacation Sweatshirt Designs

There are plenty of Christmas Vacation sweatshirt designs to choose from, whether you want something subtle or a bold tribute to the movie’s most iconic moments. Here are some popular themes and designs to consider:

Clark Griswold's Quotes Clark Griswold, played by Chevy Chase, is the lovable and slightly obsessive main character who just wants to create the perfect family Christmas. Many Christmas Vacation sweatshirts feature his most famous quotes, such as “We're gonna have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas!” or “You couldn’t hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant!” These quotes capture the spirit of Clark’s determination to make the holidays magical – no matter what goes wrong.

Cousin Eddie’s Iconic Moments Cousin Eddie, played by Randy Quaid, is one of the most memorable characters in Christmas Vacation. From his unique fashion sense to his hilariously inappropriate behavior, Eddie has plenty of moments that are perfect for sweatshirt designs. A fan-favorite is the quote, “Merry Christmas! Shitter’s full!” This design is sure to get laughs and is perfect for fans of Eddie’s outrageous antics.

The Griswold Family Christmas Tree One of the most iconic scenes in Christmas Vacation is when the Griswold family ventures out to get the biggest Christmas tree they can find – only to realize it’s far too large for their home. Sweatshirts featuring the oversized tree or Clark struggling with Christmas lights are a humorous nod to this scene, making it a popular design for fans of the movie.

Subtle References If you prefer a more understated look, there are plenty of Christmas Vacation sweatshirts with subtle nods to the film. These designs might feature a small graphic of the Griswold family station wagon carrying an enormous tree, or a simple line drawing of the house decked out in lights. These sweatshirts offer a stylish and subtle way to show off your love for the movie without going over the top.

Holiday-Themed Designs For those who love the blend of Christmas Vacation and holiday cheer, there are sweatshirts that combine traditional Christmas motifs with elements from the movie. Think ugly sweater patterns with reindeer, snowflakes, and Cousin Eddie’s RV or Clark Griswold’s light-covered house. These designs add a festive twist to your holiday wardrobe while paying homage to the film.

Where to Buy a Christmas Vacation Sweatshirt

Now that you’ve decided to add a Christmas Vacation sweatshirt to your holiday wardrobe, where should you shop? Here are some top places to find the best designs:

Online Retailers Websites like Amazon, Etsy, and eBay are great places to start your search for a Christmas Vacation sweatshirt. These platforms offer a wide variety of designs, from officially licensed merchandise to unique, handmade options. On Etsy, you’ll find a range of creative, custom designs that cater to fans looking for something more unique.

Official Merchandise Stores For authentic, officially licensed Christmas Vacation apparel, check out online stores that specialize in movie merchandise. Websites like Warner Bros. Shop or Shop National Lampoon often carry officially branded sweatshirts featuring iconic movie quotes and images.

Department Stores and Holiday Boutiques During the holiday season, many department stores like Target, Walmart, and Kohl’s carry seasonal sweatshirts, including those with popular movie themes. You might also find Christmas Vacation-themed items in specialty holiday shops or pop-up stores that focus on festive clothing and accessories.

Custom Design Websites If you’re looking for something truly unique, websites like Zazzle or Redbubble allow you to create custom sweatshirts. You can choose your favorite quotes, images, or even upload your own designs to create a one-of-a-kind Christmas Vacation sweatshirt that perfectly matches your style.

How to Style Your Christmas Vacation Sweatshirt

Once you’ve found the perfect Christmas Vacation sweatshirt, it’s time to figure out how to style it for the holidays. Whether you’re keeping it casual or dressing it up, here are a few ideas for creating a festive look:

Casual and Cozy For a laid-back holiday look, pair your sweatshirt with jeans, leggings, or joggers. Add a pair of cozy socks and sneakers or slippers for the ultimate comfy outfit. This look is perfect for lounging around the house, watching Christmas movies, or wrapping presents.

Festive Layers If you want to elevate your look, try layering your Christmas Vacation sweatshirt over a collared shirt or turtleneck. Pair it with tailored pants or a skirt, and add festive accessories like a Santa hat or holiday-themed jewelry. This style is great for holiday parties or casual family gatherings.

Themed Outfit for Holiday Events Attending an ugly sweater party or a movie-themed event? Go all out by pairing your Christmas Vacation sweatshirt with matching accessories, like a Cousin Eddie hat or a Clark Griswold Christmas light necklace. You can even coordinate with friends or family by dressing up as different characters from the movie.

Final Thoughts on Christmas Vacation Sweatshirts

A Christmas Vacation sweatshirt is the perfect way to combine your love for the holiday season with one of the most beloved Christmas comedies of all time. Whether you’re lounging at home, attending a party, or looking for a unique gift, these sweatshirts bring humor, nostalgia, and festive flair to any holiday occasion.

With so many designs to choose from, you’re sure to find the perfect Christmas Vacation sweatshirt that captures the spirit of the movie and makes your holiday season even brighter.