#happy hanukkah to everyone who celebrates that!

[daily-xb]

Day 105: Merry Crisis!!

[thisalienartist]

roudise week - day 7: holidays

i can't believe it's over already, but thank you all for your love on my stuff this week! and a huge thank you to the organizers for putting on this event! for today i have louise celebrating hanukkah with rudy <3 @roudiseshipweek

[ID: a digital drawing of rudy stieblitz and louise belcher from bob's burgers in a semi-realistic style. rudy is a white boy with short red hair in a blue t-shirt and red shorts. louise is a white girl with dark hair in pigtails and freckles in a green dress, a pink hat with bunny ears, and purple tights with runs in them. she's wearing a colorful friendship bracelet and she has a band-aid on her elbow. they're sitting on the floor, leaning against a wooden cabinet. louise is eating from a bowl of stew with a fork. there's a latke on the edge of her bowl. rudy is looking down at louise's bowl. he has a bowl of stew in his lap and is holding a torn piece of challah. they're both smiling softly. on the floor next to louise is a dreidel and several gold coins. on the cabinet, in the background, is a gold menorah with blue candles. all nine candles are lit. there's also a plate of doughnuts on the cabinet. /END ID]

[simp4mothman]

Merry chrysler ig.....it's 50° in new england :^(

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

Chag Chanukah Sameach

Ma’oz Tzur

Sung by Inbar Lavi and Jake Epstein, whom starred together in Hallmark’s 2021 movie “Eight Gifts of Hanukkah”, which is where this clip is from.

This traditional Chanukah song is sung by some after the lighting of the Menorah. The Bailey family typically has Richard and Jasmine sing the song together after lighting the Menorah on the eighth night; This year, Aslihan sang the song instead. The link to learn more about the history of Chanukah is linked in the song title above; The transliteration and English translation of the song is beneath the read more. 

Hebrew Lyrics:

מָעוֹז צוּר יְשׁוּעָתִי לְךָ נָאֶה לְשַׁבֵּחַ תִּכּוֹן בֵּית תְּפִלָּתִי וְשָׁם תּוֹדָה נְזַבֵּחַ לְעֵת תָּכִין מַטְבֵּחַ מִצָּר הַמְנַבֵּחַ .אָז אֶגְמוֹר בְּשִׁיר מִזְמוֹר חֲנֻכַּת הַמִּזְבֵּחַ

רָעוֹת שָׂבְעָה נַפְשִׁי בְּיָגוֹן כֹּחִי כָּלָה חַיַּי מֵרְרוּ בְקֹשִׁי בְּשִׁעְבּוּד מַלְכוּת עֶגְלָה וּבְיָדוֹ הַגְּדוֹלָה הוֹצִיא אֶת הַסְּגֻלָּה .חֵיל פַּרְעֹה וְכָל זַרְעוֹ ��ָרְדוּ כְּאֶבֶן בִּמְצוּלָה

דְּבִיר קָדְשׁוֹ הֱבִיאַנִי וְגַם שָׁם לֹא שָׁקַטְתִּי וּבָא נוֹגֵשׂ וְהִגְלַנִי כִּי זָרִים עָבַדְתִּי וְיֵין רַעַל מָסַכְתִּי כִּמְעַט שֶׁעָבַרְתִּי .קֵץ בָּבֶל זְרֻבָּבֶל לְקֵץ שִׁבְעִים נוֹשַׁעְתִּי

כְּרוֹת קוֹמַת בְּרוֹשׁ בִּקֵּשׁ אֲגָגִי בֶּן הַמְּדָתָא וְנִהְיָתָה לוֹ לְפַח וּלְמוֹקֵשׁ וְגַאֲוָתוֹ נִשְׁבָּתָה רֹאשׁ יְמִינִי נִשֵּׂאתָ וְאוֹיֵב שְׁמוֹ מָחִיתָ .רֹב בָּנָיו וְקִנְיָנָיו עַל הָעֵץ תָּלִיתָ

יְוָנִים נִקְבְּצוּ עָלַי אֲזַי בִּימֵי חַשְׁמַנִּים וּפָרְצוּ חוֹמוֹת מִגְדָּלַי וְטִמְּאוּ כָּל הַשְּׁמָנִים וּמִנּוֹתַר קַנְקַנִּים נַעֲשָׂה נֵס לַשּׁוֹשַׁנִּים .בְּנֵי בִינָה יְמֵי שְׁמוֹנָה קָבְעוּ שִׁיר וּרְנָנִים

חֲשׂוֹף זְרוֹעַ קָדְשֶׁךָ וְקָרֵב קֵץ הַיְשׁוּעָה נְקֹם נִקְמַת דַם עֲבָדֶיךָ מֵאֻמָּה הָרְשָׁעָה כִּי אָרְכָה לָנוּ הַיְשׁוּעָה וְאֵין קֵץ לִימֵי הָרָעָה .דְּחֵה אַדְמוֹן בְּצֵל צַלְמוֹן הָקֵם לָנוּ רוֹעִים שִׁבְעָה

Transliteration:

Mah-ohz tzoor yeh-shoo-ah-tee leh-kha nah-eh le-shah-bay-ah-kh Tee-kohn bayt teh-fee-lah-tee veh-sham toh-dah neh-zah-bay-ah-kh Leh-ayt tah-kheen maht-bay-akh mee-tzahr hah-meh-nah-bay-ah-kh Ahz, ehg-mohr beh-shir miz-mohr kha-noo-kaht hah-miz-bay-ah-kh

Rah-oht sah-vah nahf-shee beh-yah-gohn koh-khee kah-lah Kha-yai may-reh-roo veh-koh-shee, beh-shee-bood mahl-khoos ehg-lah Oo-veh-yah-doh hah-geh-doh-lah hoh-tzee eht hah-seh-goo-lah Khayl pah-roh veh-khol zah-roh yahr-doo keh-eh-vehn bim-tzoo-lah

Deh-veer kohd-sho heh-vee-ah-nee veh-gahm sham loh sha-kah-teh-tee Oo-va noh-gays ve-hig-lah-nee kee zah-rim ah-vah-deh-tee Veh-yayn rah-ahl mah-sakh-tee kim-aht sheh-ah-var-tee Kaytz bah-vehl zeh-roo-bah-vehl leh-kaytz shee-vim noh-sha-tee

Keh-roht koh-maht beh-roh-sh bee-kaysh ah-gah-gee ben hah-meh-dah-tah Veh-nee-heh-yah-tah loh leh-fahkh oo-leh-moh-kaysh veh-gah-ah-vah-toh nish-bah-tah Roh-sh yeh-mee-nee nee-say-ta veh-oh-yayv sheh-moh mah-khee-tah Rohv bah-nahv veh-kin-yah-nahv ahl hah-aytz tah-lee-tah

Yeh-vah-nim nik-beh-tzoo ah-lai ah-zai bee-may khash-mah-nim Oo-fahr-tzoo khoh-moht mig-dah-lai veh-tim-oo kohl hah-sheh-mah-nim Oo-mee-noh-tahr kahn-kah-nim nah-ah-seh nays lah-sho-shah-nim Beh-nay vee-nah yeh-may sheh-moh-nah kah-veh-oo shir oo-reh-nah-nim

Kha-sohf zeh-roh-ah kohd-sheh-kha veh-kah-rayv kaytz hah-yeh-shoo-ah Neh-kohm nik-maht ah-vah-deh-kha may-oo-mah hah-reh-shah-ah Kee ahr-kha hah-sha-ah veh-ayn kaytz lee-may hah-rah-ah Deh-khay- ahd-mohn beh-tzayl tzahl-mohn hah-kaym lah-noo roh-eem shiv-ah

Translation:

O mighty stronghold of my salvation, to praise You is a delight. Restore my House of Prayer and there we will bring a thanksgiving offering. When You will have prepared the slaughter for the blaspheming foe, Then I shall complete with a song of hymn the dedication of the Altar.

My soul had been sated with troubles, my strength has been consumed with grief. They had embittered my life with hardship, with the calf-like kingdom's bondage. But with His great power He brought forth the treasured ones, Pharaoh's army and all his offspring Went down like a stone into the deep.

To the holy abode of His Word He brought me. But there, too, I had no rest And an oppressor came and exiled me. For I had served aliens, And had drunk benumbing wine. Scarcely had I departed At Babylon's end Zerubabel came. At the end of seventy years I was saved.

To sever the towering cypress sought the Aggagite, son of Hammedatha, But it became [a snare and] a stumbling block to him and his arrogance was stilled. The head of the Benjaminite You lifted and the enemy, his name You obliterated His numerous progeny - his possessions - on the gallows You hanged.

Greeks gathered against me then in Hasmonean days. They breached the walls of my towers and they defiled all the oils; And from the one remnant of the flasks a miracle was wrought for the roses. Men of insight - eight days established for song and jubilation

Bare Your holy arm and hasten the End for salvation - Avenge the vengeance of Your servants' blood from the wicked nation. For the triumph is too long delayed for us, and there is no end to days of evil, Repel the Red One in the nethermost shadow and establish for us the seven shepherds.

[remy013]

Being home for Christmas is so weird cuz its like,,, am I a kid again? Sitting in the backseat, feeling like I’m just a tag along to everything? Like I havent spent this much time with my whole family in months. Shit is wild.

[spacelazarwolf]

hanukkah sameach to every jew. even the ones i disagree with, even to the ones who are shitty to me, even the ones who i think aren’t good people. hanukkah sameach to every single jew, because celebrating hanukkah is not a privilege granted only to Good Jews, it is a cultural right.

and a very unpleasant bout of ibs to goyim making “happy hanukkah to x jews only, or happy hanukkah to everyone except y jews” posts. that you think you have the right to decide which jews can celebrate hanukkah or even that we should care who you as a goy wish happy hanukkah to is laughable.

[fkingsteverogers]

I hope Bucky Barnes and Marc Spector are having a good Hanukkah

[vaspider]

Hello! I’m the person who asked for advice about representing Hanukkah at the library a while back, and I wanted to offer an update! First of all, thank you so much to you and to everyone else who chimed in. Everyone was super helpful.

After a brief power struggle with the woman who normally does the displays (she tends to be a bit possessive of them), I was able to get a shelf on the Christmas display shelves for Hanukkah! I am only a clerk, and a relatively new one, so I do not get a say in holiday budgets to buy decorations, but I was able to print a sign and a picture of a menorah and some pictures of Dreidel and gelt to put around the books, and I’m going to print an informational sheet for people who would like to learn more.

I am in charge of the coloring pages we put out, so I made one each for Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa, and three more neutral winter ones. We’re also going to be able to put up a social media post on the first day of Hanukkah wishing a happy holiday to people celebrating, and the library director is going to see if he can convince the regular display person to give me a shelf or two in the display cases as well :) We had a few of the books people recommended, and I’m going to request we buy more, including some Sammy Spider books (I did ask a few months ago if we could get some for Rosh Hashanah, which the director was very amenable to, so I have high hopes).

Again, thank you so much to you and your followers for your help— the resources you gave were all really helpful, and I learned so much looking through them to work on this.

<3 This is an ancient ask and I'm sorry it's been buried in my inbox for literally almost 2 years. I'm trying very hard to get past the scam spam. :(

Thank you for updating me.

[l0starl]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

౨ৎ featuring - Miles 42 x reader

-> synopsis - Snow ball fight with miles!

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ warnings - if your allergic to cursing, I guess don’t read 🤷🏾‍♀️

ᯤ Author’s note - New writing style + Have a merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, and a happy new year!!! And if you don’t celebrate those, I hope you have a nice day and spend time with family ^_^

You and your friends + miles all agreed to a snow ball fight, it was all fun and games till everyone started getting competitive…

Hiding behind a snow built wall, you peaked your head out to see if anyone was out in the open, yet there was no one in sigh-

“Shit!” Someone yelled, seems like they got ambushed

Peaking out your head once again to see who it was, to your surprise it was ganke, taking the walk of shame back into the house

Taking this chance to ambush the person who took out ganke, you paused before you made your move.

“Something’s off” You muttered to yourself, being high alert of your surroundings, But it was too late, footsteps approached rapidly, as their boots hit the snow below, as you turned around, miles was right behind you, ready to strike

“What’s good, mami?” Miles spoke in a mocking way

“Geez don’t scare me like that!” You huffed, crossing your arms

“So, you ready to accept defeat? There ain’t no where to run, unless you wanna end up like Ganke” He sneered

“I’m not gonna lose to you!” You scoffed as you throw snow at him

He grabbed your arm to halt you, “Nice try guapa, but it’s over” He smiled

You broke free from his grasp, sighing in frustration “If I’m gonna lose I might as well get a head start at running” You suggested

“Alright then, you’ve got 8 seconds, starting now” he replied

You lifted yourself as you sprinted, your boots hitting the snow with a soft faint hissing sound

You know your friends aren’t out yet, so maybe he’s saving you for last..?

You duck behind a tree, sure it’s not the smartest, but hey! You only had 8 secon-

A abrupt yelp snapped you right out your thoughts, you peak out from the tree, your friend Tasha got ambushed with snow near her snow fort

She went back inside the house with a scowl, though who could blame her?

All your friends are out, meaning…..

It’s just you..

But miles is no where to be seen, keeping your guard up, you move from your position near a snow fort Tasha built earlier

A familiar set of footsteps approached rapidly From behind you, though you didn’t get the chance to turn around

“Gotcha once again” Miles smiled

“Man this shit ain’t fair!” You hissed

“How about a 1v1 then? Whoever wins, gets the person anything they want, deal?” He suggested

”Deal!” You beamed

Grabbing the nearest snow, you just quickly roll it up to throw it at him

Miles being taken aback, not prepared for the attack, soon after fires back, but he ends up losing.

“Alright fine, you win!” He grabbed your arm forcing you to halt “There you win”

“That means you have to get me anything I want!” You cheered

“Alright, what do you want then?” Miles questioned

“Maybe hot Chocolate, you free tomorrow?” You responded

“Alright, bet!” He replied

‼️ Thanks for reading :3 Before you go! Check out the hot chocolate fic, basically the continuation of this ‼️

‼️ Hot chocolate fic ‼️

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Happy first night of Hanukkah to everyone who's celebrating!

[floatingaimlessly333]

I have a question, does the Proce family follow any religious denomination because I HC ghost is Jewish and Nik is Orthodox and Farah is Muslim, so does the Price family recognize any of theee??

I never really thought about the Price family and religion. I definitely don’t think they follow one denomination.

Honestly, I think your headcanons are spot on. I think they have kind of an open attitude about religion where everywhere is free to express their beliefs and practices, and everyone is free to participate in those practices if they want.

The whole family has taken to celebrating both Hanukkah and Christmas. There have been a couple years where everyone observed Ramadan together, but it’s usually just Alex who joins Farah.

Alex had still been so angry when he’d been adopted, and experiencing Ramadan for the first time had made him feel truly centered and calm for the first time in a while. So he kept up with the practice throughout the years.

Once Simon and Johnny start dating, they start to incorporate some of Johnny’s Catholic traditions into what they’ve got going on.

Mary and Tommy had always lived in Jewish neighborhoods, so they had no idea how to navigate the melting pot that is the Price family. Same with the Mactavish clan. But everyone becomes quickly at ease with the whole situation as the Price members gladly explain their own bits of religion and culture.

They may be a mess of beliefs from Pagan to Buddhist to who knows what else, but they make it work. And they’re happy, so that’s really all they care about.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

have you seen the sukkot “donut holes from dunkin” type boxes (why do we need specific donut hole boxes specifically for sukkot? who’s to say!) amazon is selling that say “tuchus” instead of “sukot” due to the hebrew being written left to right instead of right to left because after I was done laughing at them myself my first thought was “Ed Teach would love these.” Ed giving Stede homemade baked goods in boxes that say “happy tuchus” on them and other beautiful images in my mind

I am so so happy that you brought these to my attention holy shit. I found a couple product listings from the company making them and they're just fantastic all-around on so many levels that could be solved by involving one (1) Jewish person in the process. I've never known any people who need specific gift/food boxes for Sukkot. Some of the product images show people very obviously celebrating Passover and Hanukkah, which are (and this is true), not Sukkot

And for anyone who doesn't speak hebrew/yiddish: tuchus means butt. Ed would ADORE these. My personal favorite is the one that is Hebrew-only text so you've got a cute little box that just says ASS. Happy tuchus is, of course, a classic as well and Ed will naturally be annoying everyone by saying it forever.

I can so see Ed using these to bring Stede cute little pastries and everyone would be like "awwww! what's the occasion? Is there a Jewish holiday right now?" and Stede would have to say no. no he just wanted to use the butt boxes again

[dolphingirl1234]

being jewish is so fun

being jewish is thanking the police and security guards when we walk into shul (synagogue)

being jewish is complaining about not being able to eat bread for a week

being jewish is getting excited and taking a picture whenever we see something jewish in public

being jewish is gaslighting yourself into believing matzah doesn't taste like cardboard (I've gaslighted myself into loving it)

being jewish is lighting candles on literally every single holiday

being jewish is not understanding some traditions but doing them anyway because we love our culture

being jewish is dancing and singing and lifting each other up on chairs whenever something exciting happens

being jewish is learning hebrew on duolingo even if you learn it at school

being jewish is putting literally anything on challah and even if we have nothing we will eat it plain (challah is so good)

being jewish is making yom hazikaron (soldier remembrance day) and yom haatzmaut (Israel independence day) one after the other, like that's such a jewish thing to do

being jewish is looking forward to fridays because we love shabbat and family and challah and chicken soup

being jewish is making too many matzah balls but then not having enough

being jewish is having Israeli music playing in the background of every occasion

being jewish is dancing in a circle and singing songs we all know after hearing them all our lives

being jewish is watching the videos of people in Israel being so happy and singing and celebrating even as their trembling in a bomb shelter

being jewish is having everyone mispronounce your name/hebrew name

being jewish is wanting to kill ourselves while fasting on yom kippur

being jewish is acknowledging that kosher kitkats are better than normal kitkats (change my mind I dare you)

being jewish is having a magen david (star of david) necklace that you never take off

being jewish is coming up with fun ways to make noise when we hear haman's name in the megillah on purim

being jewish is reading a different part of a long ass book every week for a year and then celebrating when it's done before starting it all over again

being jewish is using hanukkah as an excuse to eat chips and donuts every day for a week

being jewish is welcoming creepy old imaginary men into our house every pesach (eliyahu/elijah)

being jewish is not being able to remember the 5 books of the torah

being jewish is arguing who's grandma's chicken soup is better (for any jews reading this it's my grandma's and I will not be taking criticism)

being jewish is getting board in shul and going to play on the swings outside until it's time for kiddish (food) (we like food)

being jewish is planning to go to Israel for your bar/bat mitzvah but it never actually happens

being jewish is going to hanukkah in the park to watch them light the big menorah and get free donuts and watch the fireworks

being jewish is taking purim way too seriously and making the most elaborate costume

being jewish is randomly owning as Israeli flag

being jewish is having at least 3 blue tutus

being jewish is hearing from holocaust survivors on yom hashoah

being jewish is watching a tv show just because there's a jewish character

being jewish is having so many family friends you can't even remember half of them

being jewish is having a built-in family in the jewish community

I love being jewish

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Games and Complaints

Summary: A football game leads to another thing and Jake is on the brink of losing you.

Word count: 2.7K

Pairing:Jake seresin x pilot!reader callsign: Athena/Thena/Thia (Coyote calls her Thia)

Warning/tags: angst, Jake being jake, i dont know anything about fighter pilot training so take the info with a pinch of salt, lmk if i missed anything!

A/n: ITS TIMEEEEE!!!! HAPPY CHRISTMASSS!! I hope everyone had a great Christmas or Hanukkah (to whomever that celebrate). anyone looking forward to the new year? omg this chapter is...!!!! you guys will find out anyway. Enjoyyyy &lt;333

English is not my first language so there may be grammar mistakes. You have been warned.

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Week two of training was the most difficult for all of them. Maverick explaining the depth of the mission and its details seemed to only add to your doubt that someone may not be coming back from the mission. But also fueling into the idea that it’s downright impossible.

“...Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target; two and a half minutes…”

“...Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target; two and a half minutes…”

 Mission details were unfolded one by one. You glanced towards Coyote as you sat next to him, eyes wandering towards Hangman who was just cross. He looked weirdly relaxed for a mission which was probably impossible. The cold AC from above you was doing nothing to calm your shaking.

Maverick continued about how time was to be your greatest adversary and the amount of forced G’s your will be facing throughout the simulated mission before dismissing everyone into their teams for the exercise. 

“Time to target is one minute thirty, we are two seconds behind.” 

“We gotta move, Coyote, Athena.” 

You heard Bob and Phoenix warn over the radio, examining the pathway ahead of you. The sheer force of gravity pushed the air out of your lungs as you let the familiar thrill of it take over you. A good one in fact-whenever you were at a high altitude. But now at a much lower hard deck, you felt like this was the last thing you’d ever wanted to do. 

“Increase speed to 480 knots.” You ordered Coyote from behind him in the dual jet. 

“Copy, increasing speed.” Javy replied back just as he increased his speed to Bob. You looked down on the pathway ahead through the small screen, taking notice of a slight edge that was sticking out of the hill. A possible disruption that could be a problem when Javy takes a turn. But before you could issue a warning Javy pushed on the throttle to increase his speed; instantly pulling it back down as he almost made contact with the side of the hill. 

“Oh shit.”  Phoenix grunted over the radio, leaving You to look over their plane as it manoeuvred over yours, hitting the max ceiling. 

…

Everyone had taken their turns, with only Rooster managing to successfully complete the exercise without breaking any of the conditions. They sat back in the hanger, analysing where everyone had gone wrong. You were starting to zone out next to Coyote but tried to keep a straight mind and focus on Mav’s critics. Before you could fully fall asleep on Javy, he tapped your thigh softly. Gesturing to the simulation that was now playing again on the screen. 

“Why are they dead?” Mav questioned. Looking pointedly towards you and Coyote but before you could open her mouth to answer him, Phoenix piped up. 

“We broke the 300-foot ceiling. The SAMs took us out.” She explained causing Maverick to shake his head and looking back at you and Coyote straight in the eye. 

“No, why are they dead?” Dragging each word out. 

“I slowed down and I didn’t give her a warning. It's my fault.” Coyote answered. 

“Athena? Why are they dead? Was there a reason you didn't communicate with your team?” He pressed again. He knew about the systems as well as any other fighter pilot, he was once best friends with a WSO.

He had heard about your tales during your academy days through Warlock and Cyclone. The best of the best. So, for someone like you to not be at the top of your game was slightly concerning to Maverick. 

“I saw the obstruction but I didn't give a warning in time. This led to Coyote increasing and decreasing his speed in an instant. Phoenix almost crashed into us before she had to break the ceiling in order to not crash. I’m sorry, sir.” You explained yourself, adding the apology at the end to console him as if you were talking to their family.

“An apology their family will accept at the funeral.” He stated before moving onto Phoenix and Bob.

Your head was hung low as you tried thinking back to when you were completing the exercise. To anyone it would have looked as though she saw it coming but weren't fast enough to give a warning in time. But to you, it was a late reaction time. As someone who was known to have a quick reaction to almost anything, this was unusual. A turn on the terrain that you were briefed on prior to it was only the simplest of tasks that even an undergraduate would have done. What is going on with your mind?

…

Football was a weird game. Having grown up playing anything other than the most beloved sport in the country, you- to this day couldn't understand why it was called football when all you did was pass the football with your hands.

Regardless, you didn't have much of a choice as it was already decided long ago by Maverick that today was Dogfight Football day.

“Offence and defense at the same time.” as Mav put it before selecting teams. Somehow you had ended up on the team opposite to Hangman’s. Lining up in your respective positions, you locked eyes with him. Putting two fingers up to where his eyes were and then pointing them back towards yourself as you heard Hindi’s whistle go off.

Every move you made, you felt him somewhere behind, but everytime you looked behind you found nothing. 

You didn't know how long it had been since you’d started playing under the scorching heat that was beating down your backs. All you could feel was Hangman’s burning gaze in the back of your skull everytime you moved to defend. 

“Yo, Thena! Heads up!” Payback shouted from ahead of you. Pointing to Rooster who was about to throw the ball in your direction.

You successfully managed to grab the ball from him, and just as she was about to throw it to Coyote, you felt it. A growing numbness in your skull. Head throbbing as it had done countless times in the last week. You shook your head, making a run for it regardless and throwing the ball towards Coyote without a second thought. He catched it with ease as you felt some of the people move from behind you to intercept it.

A hand suddenly appeared on your shoulder, jumping back in surprise, you turned towards the person who had just scared the living shit out of you.

“Woah. sorry, didn't mean to scare ya’ there, Athena.” Mav apologised before managing to grab a distance between the two of you.

“This is probably not the best time to talk about this but do y’ have a moment?” He asked politely before gesturing you off the makeshift field that you’d been playing on.

“Is everything okay, sir? If this is about the exercise the other day, I truly didn't have enough time to react to it-”

“It's not that.” He stopped you from rambling on before it got out of control. “I read your records, you graduated as a WSO and Fighter pilot?” 

“Yes, sir.” You moved your hands behind your back, answering him curtly as you started walking back towards the beach chairs. 

“May I ask how? It's not to be rude or anything, just curious. You don't see something like that everyday on someone’s file.”

Highlighting an interest in your training was something many people had done in the past. It was true, the path of training for both statuses wasn't nearly as easy as you had thought. It wasn’t even possible when you had presented the idea to her training officer back when you were a Top Gun trainee.

“I taught myself, actually. My training instructor said it was impossible and not typical for US pilots to be trained in both. But I already had previous training in both fields from being an weapons system operator overseas as an apprentice. I passed basic and complex training programmes for them. So they let me graduate with both diplomas.” You explained, going over each detail of your training. Which led Mav to question you further as you reached the end of the wet sands where Colonel Simpson stood, hands on his hips. 

“What is this?” He questioned, looking over to the team that had Bob on their shoulders cheering for him as he made the last touchdown. 

It made you smile.

“It’s dogfight football, offence and defence at the same time.” Mav repeated what he had explained to the rest earlier. 

As Cyclone enquires further about the Mav’s game plan of making the guys a team, you moved further up the beach where Penny sat, most likely doing her taxes. 

“Hey kiddo.” Penny says as you approach the bench she was sat on. Giving you a small wave. “There is beer inside if you want any, on the house.” 

“Thank you Penny, but I’m technically working.” Slumping down across from her on the warm wood, you gave her a smile before looking out towards your friends and teammates. A solemn look on your face. 

You let your eyes scan for him. Not wanting to make the staring obvious, but failing, because at that exact moment you unintentionally makes eye contact with his green orbs. Even from a few hindered yards of distance, you could make out that damn smirk that graces his lips again, sending you a wink. 

“So, what’s up with you and Hangman?” Penny piped up, a suggestive smile on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows. 

“What? Nothing. Nothing is going on between me and Jake.” You clarified, blood rushing it’s way up your neck and ears as you felt them burn hot. 

“Didn’t look like that the other night.” That piqued your interest, looking back towards the older woman with a confused look.

“What do you mean?” 

“The man couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night, sweetie. Unfortunately, you were far too gone to notice it that day. Looked like a kicked puppy when you left with Coyote.” She explains,

“I think you should talk to him about it.”

Your mind wanders back to that night. A blurry haze of whiskey and pool. It was true that you had feel his stare from the moment you’d stepped foot at the hard deck but it didn’t take you long before you had completely blanked out.

“Oh” was the only thing you managed to choke out before you took notice of everyone that was currently making their way back towards the Hard Deck. Sending a wave towards them, you saw Payback and Coyote making a run towards you. Immediately knowing what they were up to, you made a run for it. 

“You can’t run from us, Thena!” You heard them shout from behind you.

Running as fast as your lungs could take you. Causing them to lose your tail in the process but just as you were about to make a turn around the back entrance of the Hard Deck, you collided with hard flesh, almost losing your balance. Sweaty arms wrapped themselves around your waist as your eyes locked with marble irises. Jake. Your hands found a place at the centre of his chest as you stabled on your feet again.

“Woah there, sweetheart. Where are you off to?” Goddamn that accent was gonna be the death of you. You shook her head, as if physically trying to push the thoughts away from your mind. Refusing to speak to him, afraid that if you did- everything Penny had just told you about that night would spill like a waterfall. 

Hesitantly, you cleared your throat, attempting to get away from him but his hands stayed put at the dip of your hips, locking you in place. You resisted his touch, struggling to remove his hands from you as he trapped you between him and the unusually cold wall behind her. 

“Hangman, let go.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

He laughed at your failed attempts, there was no malice in it, but you couldn’t quite place what else it could be either.

He shook his head when you give up, crossing you arms in front of your chest. Looking up at him through thick lashes. The glowing sun that bounced off his back and the grains of sand that stuck to his chest did nothing to stop you from staring at him only made him look more heavenly. Stop it, you scolded yourself.

“What do you want?” 

“You.” 

You blinked, once, then twice, eyes widening in shock as your mouth fell open. Thinking you may have misheard him. Or even failed to hear a word or two before he said it. 

“What?” 

“I want you.”

It fell off his lips so softly that you almost melted in place. He placed a hand just under your jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eyes as he cupped the right side of your face. He looked at you with such tender and soft eyes, it made you dizzy. Heat radiating itself off his body suddenly did nothing to stop that.

You shook your head. This couldn't be happening. Not now…not when you were so close to proving yourself to him. That you didn't need him, not for the mission, not in any way.

“Jake...” His name floated out her mouth like a prayer, pleading. You tried again, to remove his touch that was burning into your skin, like it was to leave its traces forever.

You finally broke eye contact, looking down towards your feet that were buried in the sand, digging your toes further into them. Trying to ground or bury yourself in the warm grains.

“Jake, no, I can’t.” Pleading to him.

You didn't want to explain your reasoning, it was stupid, yes. But you don't wants to give him the satisfaction of doing a bigger mission without having to tell you why he left. If he had done so just before he had left, you may have forgiven him, but it’s done.

“Thena…if this is about me leaving you in Atlanta, i am so-” 

“No, Jake. You don’t get to just leave and then apologise about it later. What if we weren't invited back to fighter town for this mission? Then what? What would you have done? Came back and apologised? Would you have done that?” You questioned, anger and frustration lacing your words.

His hands dropped, head hung low as he moved a step away before you continued; “No, you wouldn't because you are Jake Seresin. You don't get to stand here and confess that you want me when you could have been a decent person and apologised when we saw each other again at the hard deck two weeks ago.” 

You huffed, vision blurring with the tears that were rolling down your cheeks in anger. You wiped them off immediately, finished with the reason as to why you were so angry at him. 

“They kicked me off the team a day after you left, Hangman.”

His callsign held no malice as it left your mouth. This caused his head to turn back up, looking at you with a frown as you continued,

“Torch had called me into his office after you left and told me to pack my bags and leave. Saying I wasn’t needed on the team because you weren't there.” 

He stood there with his feet planted into the sand. In disbelief. He hadn't known they had kicked you off the team, sure he had told Torch (the commanding officer for the mission) his reason for leaving but he hadn't expected them to throw you off the team.

But before he could open his mouth to apologise or comfort you, you moved, away towards your car that was parked just across from where you stood in the parking lot. Backing away while he still stood in front of the wall, pondering over his actions.

Snapping out of his daze, he ran after you, calling your name, telling you to stop which only made you go faster. As you got near to your car, you slowed, fresh tears still falling from your eyes. You tried to calm down.

Opening your car and locking the door. You heard frantic knocks on the window before Jake’s voice came through, muffled. 

“Thena, Open the door! I just want to talk about this! Please!”

You ignored his pleading, closing your eyes and breathing deep before you fished out the keys from your shorts pocket and started the car. The knocking only got louder and his shouting more frantic as you pulled out of the parking space. Leaving him standing in the middle of the parking lot tarmac as you drove off.

You wished you could turn back time. Back to that goddamn mission and not argued with him everytime he opened his mouth. Maybe he would have stayed, maybe then you would have told him how you had liked him for so long. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so hard on you if you had told him this years ago. Spilling all of your love out for him the second he’d showed up at your doorstep that night when Javy wasn't in town to comfort you over a break up. Maybe he would have been the one…

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Chag Sameach // Jewish!Batmom!Reader & family

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: a lot of mentions of food, I know that can be difficult around the holiday season

Summary: A blended family of faith comes together to celebrate the holiday season through Damian’s eyes

A/N: I’m not Jewish so please let me know if I messed anything up!! Happy Hanukkah my lovelies :) Bruce is canonically Jewish, Dick and Duke are in my mind Jewish, Jason IMO was raised Catholic, Tim is totally raised atheist as is Cass, Alfred is Anglican, and Steph was raised culturally Christian. She’s just here for the sweets.

Everyone was acting differently.

Todd wasn’t arguing with Father and instead, Damian passed him earlier in the kitchen where the crime lord had a “Kiss the Cook” apron on and was bent over a tray on the counter, piping bag clutched tightly in hand. Perhaps he was poisoning Drake…

Pennyworth was flitting between the kitchen and the main living room, glittering tinsel in hand that trailed after him along the carpet. Drake was somewhere with Thomas, both of them looking intently at their phones and whispering between each other. Brown and Cassandra were outside, that much he knew, doing who knows what.

Damian found Richard in the main hall balancing a tray in both hands with a large smile on his face. He lit up when he saw Damian and gestured with his head to follow him. Thus, the culprit of everyone’s strangely amicable behavior was located.

You.

Father’s wife.

The woman who clearly wasn’t suited to be the matriarch of the Wayne name. Not like his mother. You were not a warrior. In fact, Damian believed you to be completely helpless. Yet Father seemed taken by you and one of the stipulations about living here was that Damian must respect you. Even Richard was firm in that rule.

You stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as Father maneuvered a large pine tree into one of the corners of the room. You called out directions until Father stuck his head out from around the tree and leveled you with a stare Damian had seen him use on Ivy and Quinn. You merely smirked and raised your hands in a thumbs up. Father moved out from behind the tree and nodded at Damian before taking one of the trays from Grayson.

You turned and lit up at the sight of Damian. Despite his coldness towards you, you had never once been unkind. It grated on his nerves. Surely, you had some kind of ulterior motive as to your deceitful kindness. He was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Damian, good afternoon!” you greeted. “You’re just in time. The sun sets in thirty minutes so we’ll light the chanukiah and then decorate the tree.”

You paused, a conflicted look passing over your face and then you sighed. “Oh, Damian, I’m sorry. I never thought to ask if you celebrate either.”

“Either?” He was confused by all the decorations and trinkets scattered around the room. It looked like a glitter bomb had gone off, but Pennyworth didn’t look too frazzled at the mess. It was then that he saw the kippah on Father and Richard’s heads.

“Tonight is the first night of Hanukkah,” you explained. “When Jason first joined us…”

You trailed off, pain glinting in your eyes at the thought of a young Todd compared to the man he was now. Father joined your side and laid a hand on your shoulder. You offered him a small, shy smile and whispered out a thanks.

“Your father, Dick, and I are all Jewish so we always celebrated Hanukkah. When Jason joined us, we figured it wasn’t fair that he and Alfred didn’t get to celebrate Christmas with others so we decided to combine the two. Hanukkahmas. Christmakkah. So, the first night of lighting the chanukiah, we also decorate the Christmas tree. It’s silly, but it’s our tradition.”

Richard swooped in then, laying a kiss on his adoptive mother’s cheek. He then ruffled Damian’s hair despite his best efforts to get away.

“Don’t worry, little D, we’ll celebrate Ramadan too for you.”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes! And if there’s any specific foods you like to break the fast, please let me know. We’d love to have you join us tonight, Damian.”

Based on the excited grin on Richard’s face, Damian couldn’t refuse. He sighed but relented, allowing Richard to put a red and white fluffy hat on his head. The brim slipped over his eyes and he shoved it back with a disgruntled huff, but you were grinning at the sight of the two boys' antics. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be a total disaster.

Damian was put to task stringing popcorn on a fishing line and fighting off the vultures known as his family as they swooped in to steal a few kernels here and there. Someone had dragged one of the larger tables usually used for galas into the room and platters of food appeared, filling up the surface until Damian could no longer see any wood.

“Hey, baby bird,” Brown greeted as she and Cassandra entered the room. Thomas trailed after the two, a kippah on his head too. Brown started to reach for one of the powdered desserts but you materialized out of seemingly thin air and swatted her hand away.

“Not until Bruce does the blessing, you little thief,” you warned, but there was no heat behind your words. Damian was always confused by the lack of punishment received for behavior here. At Nanda Parbat, misbehaving and denying orders was met with violence. Here, it was met with teasing words from you and a stern lecture if it was a serious discrepancy. You were weak, he thought, for not preparing them for the cruelties of this world like his grandfather had. 

“Alright, last thing for the table,” Todd announced as he entered the room with a large dutch oven cradled between two potholders. You clapped your hands in excitement and moved some dishes aside so he could set it down in the center. 

“This is brisket,” you explained to Damian, “but we have plenty of vegetarian options too. Hummus, noodle kugel, latkes…a lot of latkes. Christ on a bike, Jason, could you have made any more latkes? We also have sufganiyot, rugelach, kugel, sfenj, and some Christmas cookies already…and we’re having matzo ball soup on the eighth night. Vegetarian, of course.”

Todd sidled up next to you, his large frame towering over his adoptive mother. You rested a hand on his arm and squeezed, a silent thanks for assisting Alfred with all of the food. He dipped his chin in response and then hugged you. Damian watched as the older boy practically melted in your embrace, something he had never seen. Todd was always cold and harsh, holding himself in a way that meant he was on alert constantly.

“The sun has set,” Alfred announced. The rest of the family had piled into the room and they crowded around the silver chanukkiah that sat on one of the tables. Richard lit the middle candle as Bruce began to say the three blessings. You murmured the occasional Hebrew word in response to the prayer, but the family remained quiet as Bruce prayed and Dick lit the candle. Once the first candle was lit and Bruce ended the prayer, you clapped your hands together and shooed everyone towards the family.

“Eat, eat. Nosh a little. We’ll decorate the tree after presents.”

Damian was struck with panic for a second. Presents? Was he supposed to get anyone something? No one else appeared nervous. They were all focused on loading up their plates and scattering around the living room.

You didn’t head towards the food. Instead, Damian watched as you pulled a blanket off of a basket tucked next to the chair you usually sat in. The basket was overflowing with wrapped gifts and you picked a few out, depositing them in the lap of the respective person. Damian was surprised when you stopped in front of him and smiled, holding out a gift wrapped in paper that had animals printed all over it.

“Happy Hanukkah, Damian. I like to give everyone gifts for the eight nights. Something small. Don’t worry about getting us anything. It’s more of a thing I like to do.” Your words eased his stress. He cautiously tore at the paper and found a fresh sketchbook, pencils, and watercolors inside. You had already moved on to hand a gift to Alfred.

He ran his fingers along the smooth paper and smiled despite himself. Maybe you weren’t totally useless.

For seven more nights, the family gathered in the living room to play games, watch movies, and eat. Seriously, it was a shit ton of food. You flitted about the room all night, anxious to ensure everyone was enjoying themselves. The gifts you gave were perfect, but Damian would never admit that. In lieu of gelt, other than the chocolate coins that Drake and Richard were battling over currently, you had donated ten thousand dollars to a charity each person supported, including Damian’s favorite animal shelter in the city.

He didn’t understand it. He had been nothing but frigid to you since arriving at the Manor. Yet, you were still suffused with warmth that leaked out of you and showering him with kindness and gifts. So on the eighth night, while everyone else was focused on the epic dreidel battle between Cassandra and Todd, Damian slowly approached where you were seated on the couch, curled up against Father’s side.

“Hey, need something?” you asked. You were ready to spring off the couch and serve him, but Damian merely thrust a neatly wrapped box in your direction. Your lips parted in a soft, surprised gasp and you thanked him as you accepted the gift. Slowly and meticulously, you unwrapped the gift and opened the small box under the paper to find a beautiful handmade portrait of the whole family.

“Oh, Damian,” you whispered. “It’s amazing. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.”

“Happy Hanukkah.”

You handed the box to Bruce and stood. “Is it alright if I hug you?”

He nodded stiffly, but relaxed minutely when your arms wrapped around him. Damian understood why Todd softened around you. How Father smiled and showed affection like it was second nature. Why Richard laughed freely and Thomas felt comfortable in the family and Brown gossiped to you about trivial things. He understood why Cassandra sought you out on the bad days and Drake curled up beside you when he needed to feel comforted and why Pennyworth took your orders without question.

You weren’t useless or helpless. Your strength, light, and warmth was the thing keeping the family together. Damian hugged you just a little tighter. Maybe he could ask you to accompany him to the animal shelter to oversee how the donations were being allocated. And then perhaps they could go to that one vegetarian restaurant Todd had told him about.

You weren’t his mother and he would always love his mother, but you were certainly a figure in his life that he didn’t mind being around.

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Hashira version part 1

Shinobu, muichiro, obanai,(separated) x shy hashira male reader

Request: Sorry the ask disappeared, but feel free to remove any characters I know there's a lot. But if you still take requests could you do the hashira and the trio ( Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu ) x a hashira reader who's like the reincarnation of Fluttershy. And just everyone is surprised by it because most hashiras are more outgoing. Thank you and Merry Christmas/ happy Hanukkah/ whatever you celebrate

Trio x shy hashira male reader: here👇🏻

Hashira part 2:here👇🏻

A/N: sorry i still have no time much so ill make parts

🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓

Shinobu kocho

∆ we all know shinobu is a tease

∆ "oh come one now (name) i promise ill give you more kisses and time)

∆ you freez there blushing she wanted to go groceries with you, she never failed to make you have butterfly's in the stomach (because she's the butterfly hashira)

∆ when your there she ask if you could buy cabbage and you agree because why not

∆ but once you started buying you always stutter "can I have a .... I mean a. A, i " you kept messing up your words

∆ the woman was getting impatient and started to yell

∆ "what the hell do you want boy if your not gonna buy leave!"

∆ that caught shinobu's attention and she ran there really REALLY fast and saw you, then she ask the woman that you and her will buy a cabbage

∆ you stand there looking like and idiot she may be shorter than you but she's more bold and strong than you

∆ you walk together to the estate with a embarrassed and guilty feelings

∆ once you got there she said to put the groceries down then pull you to the bedroom

∆ then she cuddle you and kiss you many times

∆ "i promise to give you many kisses now I'm doing it, and if your gonna ask about the food we'll do it later"

∆ you only smile and hug her more closer to your chest

∆ OMG OMG i love shinobu toooooooooo

Muichiro Tokito

∆ muichiro is not an outgoing person aswell but sometimes he likes going outside where there's just peace

∆ like gardens or you two have a walking every morning

∆ he doesn't like pda much but on that time when he just hold your hand and you stop he look back and he saw you staring at your hands and then just smile and then he smiled a bit aswell

∆ if your bigger than him your the one holding in your chest but if your both are the same height you both lay down in grass and hold each hands

∆ oh i made this muichiro is the black and your the ginger

∆ and he just forgots it and just confused

∆ " dont lay in floor its cold"

∆ I'm so sorry this is really short 😭

Obanai Iguro

∆ first obanai is NOT again outgoing person but if its you he wants to go out but the problem is you don't want to go out much

∆ when he told you if you want to go outside and eat in a restaurant you shake your head and say you don't wanna

∆ then he ask why you tried to say that you dont like crowded place but ended up you stuttering

∆ and i think this man is a gentleman aswell he will place a hand on your back and calm you

∆ "hey hey its ok if you don't want to go out with me i..i mean its ok if you don't wanna go out to eat" yea this man has insecurities so dont leave him hanging

∆ " its not that i don't want to go out with you i...i.. just dont really..like going out in crowded place..."

∆ " don't worry we're going somewhere not crowded ok love?.... Oh and if someone ever dare to speak something bad about us, about you kaburamaru will bite them to death"

∆ its flattering but scary and you just his hand and kiss his hidden cheeks

∆ and then he removed his mask and kiss your forehead then covered it again and walk there

There's so many things in my head that i want to write so I'll make this parts I'm really sorry