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palatteflags · 5 months

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Hanukkah based moodboard! ^^ For an anon! Hope you like this! It was very well timed, hope everyone who celebrates has a Happy Hanukkah! :)

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

#hanukkah #hanukkah aesthetic #chanukah #chanukah aesthetic #jewish #jewish aesthetic #edit #edits #not lgbt #moodboard #moodboards #mood board #mood boards #mood #moods #menorah #menorah aesthetic #dreidel #dreidel aesthetic

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horror-aesthete · 1 year

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Mother Joan of the Angels (Matka Joanna od Aniołów), 1961, dir. Jerzy Kawalerowicz

#mother joan of the angels #horror aesthetic #horror quotes #Horror Movies #ah yes. as we all know. Jewish people just have a pan-seasonal menorah as part of their decore

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menorahstationery · 2 years

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Done on @menorah.stationery 180gsm mixed media sketchbook.

⁠ Done by @bumblebee.artistry⁠

-100% handmade

-Silk bookmark

-Signature Elastic Band (Orange on Black) with just the right amount of tautness to hold firm.

-Perfect for Dry Media like Sakura Pen Art, Soft Pastels, Oil Pastel, Colour Pencil etc and mild wet mediums like Acrylics, Gouache, Water Color paintings, Tempera, Postercolour etc

#menorah cuteillustrations floraldesign floralpattern flowers aesthetic aesthetics watercolorpainting watercolorillustration⁠ pinkfloral leav

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britcision · 5 months

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So I’ve been thinking about cultural Christianity lately and how people tend to get very upset about it without really understanding what it is, so here is a primer

Cultural Christianity is not a choice you make. It does not mean you are Christian, or even that you remotely like Christianity; a lot of people who vehemently hate the religion do so because of their own cultural Christianity

It is not a shortcoming, or a moral failing, or a sin. It just means that the culture you were raised in was predominantly Christian.

Note: I did not say “majority Christian”. Christians don’t need to be a majority to have a dominant cultural influence

Cultural Christianity means you inherently understand and probably use swearwords like “damn”, “hell”, or a variation on the name “Jesus Christ”

It means when I say cultural Christianity is not a sin, you understand exactly what I mean without needing to have it explained - and you probably know the phrase “original sin” or “seven deadly sins”, even if not in full detail

It means hearing about Hades, god of the dead, wealth, and volcanoes, and assuming he’s the bad guy of Greek mythology… y’know, like Satan

(EVERYONE went to Hades when they died. The Elysian Fields, where the best heroes went, was in Hades’ underworld. The Eleusinian mysteries, a cult to Demeter and Persephone, was basically about asking them to tell Hades to give you a cool afterlife

And he would cuz he drank his “respect wife” juice if not all of his “respect women” juice. Did still kidnap her. But she is a major feature and often makes the decision herself or influences his when they’re mentioned together

Meanwhile, people try and cast Zeus as a good parent)

It means having to have a dreidel, a menorah, or a kinara explained to you at a time when you already knew about Christmas trees and Santa

(Yes, Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, major host of the Mass of Christ, is culturally Christian. Even though Coke invented his aesthetic - that’s the “cultural” part)

It’s when you go to make up a new non-religious or pan religious winter celebration… that is centred around a day with family and gifts which is obviously the 25 of December. Maybe counting down 12 days before

It’s defaulting to calling a place of worship you don’t know the name of a “church”

Cultural Christianity is not something people have a choice in; you don’t pick where you’re born, and there are so many other cultures in places like Canada, America, and Britain that are culturally Christian out the ass! But… you will catch Contact Christianity in any of these places

It’s damn near impossible to consume any American or most Western media without brushing across it; cross imagery is everywhere, Christian demons and devils sneak into media all around the world

Western (and some other) Gothic fashion leans heavily on gothic architecture and, yeah, heavily Catholic imagery

Now, brushing across the media in other parts of the world does not impart the same level of cultural Christianity as growing up in a city with four churches on a single block and a Santa Claus parade

And you can grow up heavily in an entirely different culture even in the Bible Belt (but you know what Bible Belt means); you don’t have to abandon all other culture just because Christianity has a chokehold on your home

But when December (or fucking November these days) hits and you hear Mariah Carey in 3/6 stores, yes, you probably have some cultural Christianity

You sure as hell don’t need to be able to name half the denominations (can you name more than 4?), you may never set foot in a Christian church in your life, and still have a cultural Christian influence

If your street names have “saint” in them

If there are crosses or angels on more than half the graves in a cemetery

If you know how to cross yourself but aren’t really sure when you learned; you didn’t look it up or do research to find out

Now note: none of these have an inherent moral judgement attached to them

It’s just about what the culture you live in has taught you about the world, and there’s no culture that is magically the Right One or better than the others

There’s no reason to expect even specifically Christian culture to be the same around the world; it isn’t. It has the same root, but what flowers from the soil is another matter entirely

There is nothing wrong with acknowledging that you have culturally Christian influences and biases; being human is 90% absorbing information from the world around us and half processing it at best - there’s just too much input, and intentionally filtering out Everything Christian Ever?

Well unless you started at 2 years old, odds are pretty good it’s not really a personal choice kinda thing

And you cannot compensate for these influences unless you acknowledge that they exist, that you did not choose to form them, and that you do get to choose how they affect your actions going forward

Christmas stuffed a bunch of other religious traditions into a single package to make itself popular, but if you learned them as Christmas traditions first… do I even need to say it?

#cultural christianity #especially at this time of the year #it just bothers me when people try and deny it #like they’re ‘too good’ to be formed by the society they grew up in #no friend #your deadass brain formation is affected by your first language

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laurenairay · 7 months

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Could you do surprise kids with Quinn Hughes? Thanks!

Surprise Kiss – Quinn Hughes

Words: 570

I hope you don’t mind that this turned out to be a Christmas-themed blurb, anon, but I hope you like it anyway!

“Have we got enough tinsel?”

You looked up at the Christmas tree sitting proudly in your living room, tilting your head from side to side as you waited for your boyfriend to respond.

“You’re asking the Jewish guy what I think about your Christmas decorations?” Quinn mused, kissing your cheek as he moved to stand next to you.

“Baby that’s not helpful,” you pouted, “I’ve already set out your menorah on the mantlepiece!”

Quinn just hummed in agreement, sliding his arm around your waist as he looked around the room. As this was the first winter the two of you would be spending together since you moved in together, you’d decided on a blended decoration – all of Quinn’s family Hanukkah elements were proudly displayed right next to your large Christmas tree. It wasn’t like you’d gone overboard – not even a little bit – but you wanted your part of the decorations to feel right, just like you knew Quinn had sorted out too. The two of you had picked out a tasteful wreath for the front door, and you had watched diligently as Quinn corralled Brock to help him put up the fairy lights on the front porch, Petey joining you with hot chocolate and purposely unhelpful directions.

It was the principle of the thing, the combination of your lives together, and you wanted it to be perfect.

“I think that’s the perfect amount of tinsel. Maybe a few more of the smaller baubles though? To spread things out a little?” he suggested.

You grinned, nodding as you took in the vision. Yes, that was perfect. Quinn just laughed as you darted forward, reaching into your decorations crate for the pack of smaller baubles just like he suggested. He just stayed silent as he supported you on the step ladder, making sure you wouldn’t fall with a gentle hand on your back, quietly supportive as he always was, until you were satisfied.

“I think there’s just one more thing we need,” you announced, rustling through your crate as Quinn stood back to watch.

“Oh?” he mused, “What else would that be? Singing snowmen? Inflatable reindeer?”

You just stuck your tongue out at him before continuing your search. He knew that wasn’t the aesthetic you were going for. Aha!

“Found it,” you grinned, clutching the item in your hand as you stood back up, “and I think you’ll like this one.”

“What is it?” he asked fondly.

“Mistletoe.”

You held the fake plant sprig above your head with a hopeful smile. “Surprise?”

“Definitely surprised,” he said, huffing out a laugh, “But a good surprise.”

“You should probably kiss me now, in case we get bad luck,” you murmured, biting your lips playfully.

“Well we wouldn’t want that,” Quinn grinned.

He stepped towards you until he was close enough to wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you gently against him, and the moment that you gasped, he kissed you firmly. You couldn’t help but moan softly into his mouth, dropping the mistletoe in favour of winding your arms around his neck, Quinn just kissing you over and over again until you felt like a puddle against him.

“You’re right, I do like the mistletoe,” he murmured against your lips.

“Just kiss me,” you gasped.

#my writing #lauren celebrates 1.5k #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #follower milestone

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casual-socks · 5 months

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and for the holiday season i gift you christmas jon sims headcanons,,

-he knows the entire history of chanukah and christmas and like every holiday tbh and Will tell them to you

-all of his tree decorations are very old. inherited from his grandmother, who had them decades before he was even born. he loves them

-^^doesnt really set up his tree when living alone though, only if someone wants to do it with him (tim and sasha once came over for a little decorating party)

-also knows the history of classic christmas carols and. Will. tell them to you.

-absolutely despises every home alone movie

-prefers old animated christmas movies like charlie brown

-hates the gift parts of christmas, bad at shopping for them and bad at receiving them

-he has one dull red sweater to be “festive”. tim always bullies him into a santa hat

-always makes himself a fancy dinner for christmas (fancy meaning like,, an actual meal, especially when he was working in the archives. comparatively fancy)

-likes the look of snow but truly hates being out in it

-always buys christmas lights right after christmas because of the discounts, uses them year round for soft lighting

-buys a mini tree for the archives, denies it when asked

-he owns a menorah. whether you hc him celebrating chanukah or not he owns a menorah

-was in choir and knows the lower parts for christmas carols

-tim and sasha really want to do a secret santa but jon and martin both would lowkey rather die

-post-canon jmart shops for gifts together so they usually know what the other is getting them. they honestly both like knowing what to expect

-sorry to sneak a martin into your jon hc experience but. he loves cheesy ornaments. his and jons tree is a MESS because of their clashing ornament aesthetic

-tim sasha martin and jon all went to one of those places dedicated to fun christmas lights where you walk around n stuff

okay,, thats all for now methinks. sorry for pilyarchivesing at the end there its simply in my nature. happy holidays !

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jon sims #magpod #timothy stoker #martin blackwood #sasha james #tma spoilers #christmas #jons a choir kid because im a choir kid n i say so #jeadcanons

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kawaiijohn · 1 year

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Sam probably finds the most intricate menorahs she can that fit her aesthetic and thrifts ones she finds at resale places for her grandma

I cannot imagine that girl having anything less than the most goth or punk looking menorah possible and/or being environmentally friendly and finding old ones to repurpose.

#dantes vibe corner #literally looking at a pomegranate menorah and thinking of Her :)#sam manson #danny phantom

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baredwolf · 5 months

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I’m imagining a 6 year-olds only tumblr winter holidays dashboard

Post 1: intense discourse over whether Santa is real or a massive adult conspiracy (voice of reason asks if it even matters as long as they get toys, pissed off kid reminding everyone that not everyone’s caregivers can afford toys, it is a matter of significant further debate whether this supports or refutes the viability of Santa Claus)

Post 2: kid who doesn’t celebrate Christmas liveblogs the insanity when he visits the house of a classmate who does celebrate Christmas (includes a picture of their pissed off cat wearing a Santa hat)

Post 3: a drawing of a dragon guarding a present hoard

Post 4: snowman building tips

Post 5: discourse on the appropriateness of posting about snowmen when not all kids live in places where it snows

Post 7: a “snowman” made of sand

Post 8: meta of a cartoon holiday special

Post 9: aesthetic picture of a menorah

Post 10: if this post gets 500,000 notes my mom says I can have a puppy for Christmas even though we don’t celebrate Christmas

Post 11: SANTA PAWS (this is the most popular meme, involving images of animals in Santa hats)

#Betsy blathers #dashboard simulator #Christmas #winter

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froot-batty · 6 months

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With the holidays coming up soon, it has me curious: how do the rogues celebrate the holidays? Whether it's Christmas, Hanukkah, or just in general

Oooh this is a fun one !!

Due to the nature of being a rogue, a lot of them can't throw real big celebrations, either because they don't have a lot of people to celebrate with or because it'd draw too much attention. But that doesn't stop them from having their fun !!

While Jervis likes the holidays purely for the aesthetics, Jon and Ed are both reluctant to celebrate Christmas (negative religious upbringings). Jerv basically has to force them to get together, yet despite their griping Jon and Ed always make gifts for the other two. It's not the biggest Christmas celebration, but it works for them

Jon's only good memories associated with Christmas is the food his grandmother made. While she was usually terrible, something about the holidays did bring out a sliver of kindness in her. He continues the tradition and always cooks good meals around Christmastime for Ed and Jervis. Jervis can actually cook, so she's allowed to help, but Ed will just start stealing things if he's let in

Oz, greedy little man he is, always decorates the Iceberg Lounge around the holidays. He himself however has no real strong feelings about any kinds of personal celebrations - but he will accept any gifts anyone wants to give him. Free things are always welcome!

All in all, Oz prefers New Years, as that's when people come to the Lounge to count down and get wasted on champagne. It's another reminder that he's survived another year, too

Daichi is a pox upon everyone who dares to have ears during the holidays. She's like this world's version of Mariah Carey. A warning bell to the festive nightmare of carols to come

For the most part though he's not up to much mischief. He'll be out caroling or attending any nice parties he can slip himself into. But he will be all that you hear on your radio until February

(Only one rogue is in this one, but I don't care, I wanna talk about 'em >:])

Bruce and Selina don't celebrate heavily (Bruce after his parent's death, Selina because she only celebrates because of Bruce), but during Hanukkah she stays in the manor and they'll light the menorah together each night. It's the one time in the year Bruce lets himself eat terribly, and Selina takes ADVANTAGE of that. She has gotten so good at making fried food

When they become things, sometimes Red or Spoils will stop by to hang out with the two of them. It's like living with three sisters with how much Bruce gets bullied

Harley has her Christmas adoration despite being Jewish, just like in canon. She can't help it! The trees are just so pretty when they're all lit up!

However, Harley has one tradition. Every year, during Hanukkah, she has to put up a framed portrait of......him......

#i'm sorry i love the menorah man i had to include him #frootverse #doodles

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80pairsofcrocs · 1 year

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baby scarab || HOLIDAY SPECIAL

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : enjoy my late christmas/hanukkah special :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, lil angst, v*nom, very rushed and hard to read, short but i worked hard on it :). let me know if i missed anything.

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the eight days of hanukkah, and the one day of christmas.

~~~

your fathers had casually told you in conversation about their jewish heritage, but you didn't know much about it up until now.

so you asked them, 'what exactly is hanukkah?' because you didn't know the specifics.

right after you asked you though you did so rudely but they assured you that you were fine and began to explain.

so basically, there are eight days in hanukkah.

this year it started from december 18, to december 26.

on the first night, two of the candles on the menorah are lit, the reason being for the second to be a sort of 'helper' candle.

then every day after that, it's just a single candle. every night after the sun sets for about thirty minutes.

marc told you that he used to give and receive gifts such as jewelry and fried foods, which is where he got his necklace as a kid.

you liked his necklace. the simple chain he never took off did show that even before you both visited his dad, that he still cared enough to wear it.

because on the plane ride back from chicago, he briefly explained that he had gotten the chain when he was very young as a hanukkah gift from his father.

so now, that takes you to now, digging through a couple boxes you still hadn't unpacked from you moving in.

the christmas decorations.

you had only two boxes, a bit big and overflowing. you didn't have much but your love for decorating for the holidays is the reason you have any at all.

you had a tiny christmas tree you sat on your window ledge in your living room, so that you could stick gifts the couple people you knew gave you early there so that you could open them christmas morning.

the first person to ever give you a christmas gift was natalie.

you presumably ex boss.

she got you your own mug out of the cafes gift shop. in your favorite color too.

you nearly cried opening it since you'd never gotten one before.

back on topic, after your dads had explained hanukkah to you, and casually told you they didn't exactly celebrate it anymore, you were on a mission.

to the store. by yourself. it was going against marc's rules, since he didn't want you going out when it's so busy.

you know, because early christmas shoppers.

but that's not what you were looking for, you were looking for hanukkah decor.

you got white and blue christmas lights to hang off the wall in the living room, for aesthetic purposes.

and you got blue and white tinsel to put on the tree.

so now you were strolling down the aisles with your basket full of the two items, when you saw what you needed next.

and thank god it was only 15 dollars for a menorah and 5 extra for the nine candles.

plus you had to get special lighting sticks or whatever.

you grab the gold metal menorah, deciding it would suit your dads better than the silver one, and lay it carefully in the basket.

but right as you were about to walk off, you turned your head to see an unfamiliar face.

and he seemed to see you too.

he had short brown hair, and a very short beard. he also was wearing a grey hoodie and looked to be in a panic.

he was staring right at you, and seemed to be getting closer.

you internally panicked and froze.

"hey, hey, have you seen a uh.. i.. i lost something- someone and i was wondering if you've seen him" he asks quickly and you let out a breath.

okay, so he was just looking for someone, that's why he looked panicked.

you relaxed a bit. "what's he look like?" you ask, hoping to remember if you've seen whoever this guy is looking for.

"ummm- he's really big" he whispers and you make a face. "and he's loud- i'm sure if you'd seen him you'd know" he shakes his head and begins to walk backwards.

"i'm sorry, i don't think i've seen him, i hope you find him" you say while he looks around the rest of the store distractedly.

"yeah, yeah, thanks" he says before completely leaving.

you simply just keep shopping after that, hoping that strange man found whoever he was looking for.

you were on your way home now with everything you went for, and you were about to step into the elevator in your building when your senses started ringing in your head.

you turned around and saw nothing.

the elevator closed, and you looked down at your shoes to see this black.. blob?

you stepped away from it, hoping it was just like tar or something.

but then it started moving.

your breathing picked up and you backed away and up the wall so that your feet weren't touching the ground.

whatever the blob was seemed to not like that so it followed after you and up the wall as well, while you kicked at it.

"nO- get away!" you yell at it before it attaches itself to you leg and looks to almost deep into your clothes.

you feel a sort of stinging on your leg, and then nothing.

you drop your shopping bags and fall off the wall, rolling up your pant leg while ignoring the pain spiking in your lower back.

there was nothing on your leg, but in it- your whole body now it seems.

your veins were flooding with the black substance, until all of a sudden it stopped right as the elevator did.

it opened and an older lady looks down at you strangely.

"are you alright?" she asks, noticing you were on the floor in a state of panic.

you just nod, quickly getting up and getting out with your bags to get in your apartment.

and there was jake, waiting for you while writing something in a notebook at the kitchen counter.

"jake!" you exclaim, making him put the pen he was holding down to help you with the bags.

"jake- you- please believe me! there was this thing in the elevator and now it's like inside me or something-"

"woah, slow down, take a deep breath" he tells you, setting the bags down on the floor and holding your shoulders still.

"what happened?" steven asks once you calm down, jake still in control of the body.

"there was this.. black thing in the elevator" you start. "and it attached to me, and now it's in me?" you try to explain.

jake let's out a breath and let's go of your shoulders.

"okay.. one of you take over, i don't know what to do" he says and nothing happens.

"..guys?" he asks into the air, and you scoff.

"no, it's your turn to be the dad, so go comfort your daughter" steven scolds but marc speaks up.

"steven, this could be serious" he puts out his point of view.

"it is! it's probably an alien and now i'm going to die!" you shout, so jake shushes you and pulls you into a quick hug.

"you're not going to die, we'll make sure of it" he starts. "besides, whatever it was, you're stronger than it"

"i wouldn't think so" a new voice says so you make a face at jake.

"did you hear that?" you begin. "that voice?"

jake shakes his head. "you okay?" he asks and you shake your head.

"it's talking to me" you whisper, as if whatever was inside you couldn't hear you.

jake just purses his lips and nods. "how about you go lie down? take a- take a nice nap"

"wha- you think it delusional?" you ask while he guides you to the couch by your shoulders.

"nonono- just.. tired. maybe your senses are acting up, who knows" he pushes you down onto the couch and all but throws the blanket hanging off of it at you.

"papa-"

"mi vida-"

"do you know something i don't?"

jake doesn't say anything but khonshu appears perched on the back of the couch.

"he does" the bird starts and you turn to glare at jake. "you know the incident? back in 2018?"

jake sighs and nods, which makes both marc and steven start talking at the same time.

"hey you said no more secrets" marc complains.

"i forgot" jake shrugs. "it was 4 years ago" he waves marc off and you sharpen your glare.

"if it's who we think it is, then we have to get it out of you" jake continues, turning to you who's wide eyed.

"who? it's a person?!" you panic, and jake sighs.

"calm down, he won't hurt you" he says and your eye twitches.

"who, jake?!"

"just go to sleep and i handle it, i can talk to him" he sighs and you stand from your spot.

"no, jake. if there's something in me then i want to at least know what- or who- or- i don't fucking know-" you cut yourself off with a groan.

jake sighs. "then we need to find someone first. the reason he's in you is because you were the nearest person he could live in until he found his.. owner.. person" he tries his best to explain based on what he knows.

you stay silent, deciding to sit back down and put your head in your hands.

"you okay?" jake asks, sitting back down next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"yeah, just- i don't know, i can never get a damn break" you sigh.

"i know, we're sorry" he sighs, before noticing your medicine bottle on the counter.

"have you taken your medicine today yet, baby?" marc asks for him.

you also see that it's on the counter and point your wrist at it. "no, i got it"

"wait don't!-" jake tries to put your hand down, but you had already shot the web.

well, when i say web i mean black gooey webs.

your eyes widen as far as they can go. "hoLY SHIT!" you exclaim.

"WHYS IT BLACK?" steven yells, earning a look from you

"steven you can't just ask why somethings black-" marc scolds but you shush them.

"no shut up!" you take a breath. "why- why's it moving..?"

the black goo that was attached to the counter starts moving faster back towards you, making up a ball until you feel a pressure on your shoulder, then look to see an alien like face made up of the ball.

"will you stop with the yelling?" is the first thing it says, while you're frozen in shock, staring at its white eyes and it's two dozen pointy teeth.

"you're one to talk, parasite" jake sneers, pointing at it.

"don't call me a parasite!" it yells.

"hypocrite" jake mumbles, and you take a shaky breath in before looking away from the alien like creature.

"hey, kid, you okay? he won't hurt you-" marc gets rudely interrupted.

"yes i will! but not on purpose!" it shouts again, and jake sighs.

"well where's your owner?" he asks and the alien scoffs.

"eddie brock is not my owner! he is my.. friend"

"yeah? and who are you?" you shoot your head to him, snapping out of your trance.

"i am venom, and you are mine...... temporarily" he quiets down and you simply nod once before turning to jake.

"get it- him off" you correct yourself.

"no! i must find eddie!" the alien now known as venom argues.

jake just sighs and tilts his head a bit. "he's right, if we don't find brock he won't leave" he tells you and you scoff.

"that's not fair, now he's gonna ruin hanukkah for you guys" you say before gasping, covering your mouth and venoms eyes widen and he disappears back into your shoulder.

marc ends up fronting out of surprise, and he looks at you with semi widened eyes.

"oh shit- i'm so so sorry" you start. "i just thought i could get like a menorah for you guys and learn to make like latkes and brisket for you guys but now i offended you all-"

"hey slow down" marc moves to sit closer to you. "..did you mean it?" he asks and you nod.

"it's insensitive. i should've asked you first, now it feels like i'm forcing it. you don't have to" you say quickly, taking a short breath after.

marc sighs and takes your hand in his.

"would you like to show us what you got?"

~~~

six days had already passed.

that meant it was the seventh day of hanukkah, which meant today was christmas eve.

and you still haven't wrapped your gifts for your dads, your mom, or casper and his family. minus his shit dad.

you'd even gotten khonshu one and a little something for pedro and luna.

so you were locked in your room, trying to make as little noise as possible while trying to neatly wrap the gifts.

you got steven a new book he'd been wanting for a while now, about egyptian mythology of course.

you hoped it would let him learn more so that if he got that job in the museum he'd be prepared.

you made jake a hat. yes, you'd looked up how to make a newsboy hat one day in december and decided that would be his present.

and yes, you measured his head in his sleep. you just hope he was actually asleep though and not just faking.

and yes, there was an embroidered cat on it. just a little one.

and for marc, you called his dad.

this could either make him happy or make him hate you forever.

one night, you'd gotten a call from a random number, and you decided to answer it. it ended up being elias, and he wasn't doing too well so you talked him through some anxiety and invited him over for christmas and hanukkah.

elias was thrilled to have been invited over by his granddaughter, and took the offer immediately.

so now you had to finish wrapping the presents and you were good to go.

meanwhile, your fathers were having the same problem.

they had each gotten you something, but were unsure if you'd like it.

but they put their doubts aside and wrapped them up, leaving them under the tree as you were still in your room.

now, they just had to wait for layla to arrive.

now, in your room you finishes wrapping presents and you sat staring out the window, watching snow whip around in the harsh london winds.

"what are the pills for?" black goo forms onto your shoulder, revealing venom, who had been bothering you non stop ever since he attached to you.

you sigh, and turn to look at him. "for my schizophrenia. it's a- it's a mental illness" you answer and he just blinks his beady eyes at you.

"like what those weirdos have?"

"no" you scoff. "my dads aren't sick, and they aren't weirdos. they just.. it's just how they turned out to be and it's not a bad thing" you try to reason and the alien like forgive just tilts his head at you.

"eddie is a weirdo" venom begins. "all he's good for is feeding me" he says and you raise an eyebrow, not believing him a bit.

"okay" you answer skeptically. "now shoo, i have to put these under the tree" you say, gathering the wrapped gifts in your arms while venom disappears while grumbling about life being unfair.

you open the door with your free hand but shooting a web at the handle and yanking on it, possibly breaking it and make your way to the living room, where the tree sat decorated with blue and white lights.

instead of a star on the top, there was a sparkling crescent moon.

your dads menorah was sat on a window sill, five candles in it, the sixth being put on tonight.

"who's lighting it tonight?" you ask, setting the presents down under the tree.

"i believe it's marc's turn" steven answers, clicking at the keypad on his computer.

"what are you doing?"

"hm?" he hums, looking up at you through his glasses that rested on the tip of his nose.

"i asked what you were doing" you reply, going to sit next to him on the couch.

you peek over to see that he was online shopping, to which you clicked your tongue at.

"you know it's bad luck to shop for yourself right before christmas?" you ask and he gives you a look, closing the computer and setting it on the empty space to the other side of him.

"why's that?" he asks in return, furrowing his eyebrows.

"because then if someone already got it for you, you'd feel bad" you shrug, scooting closer to him to lay your head on his shoulder.

steven sighs and puts an arm around you, like a side hug.

"i guess that makes sense" he mumbles. "i've just never had someone get me a gift before" he confesses and you lift your head up, looking into his eyes with a frown.

"really?" you ask and he nods.

"that's bullshit" you scoff.

steven just chuckles. "it's nothing to get mad over, love" he starts. "it's never bothered me"

"are you sure?"

"positive"

you just make a face and stand back up, heading to the kitchen.

"now what are you doing?" steven asks, and you promptly ignore him, setting his tea kettle on the stove and turning it on after putting water in it.

steven sighs, getting up to follow you into the kitchen.

"making tea" you mumble.

"what's wrong? was it something i said?" steven asks, standing next to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

you sigh, looking away from the warming kettle and up to him. "no, i'm just thinking"

"that's dangerous, i can practically see your gears turning" he teases, and then starts in seriousness. "i know, being infected with an alien for the holidays isn't fun-"

"steven he's constantly watching, and talking to me" you interrupt.

steven sighs, turning you completely towards him by your shoulders.

"you'll get through it darling. i know it's hard, but i promise we'll find eddie brock and get rid of him-"

"get rid of?!" venom yells, making himself known on top of your shoulder, steven letting go to back up a step.

"i could kill this annoying mortal if i wanted to!" venom shouts, making you scoff.

"but you won't because we still need to find eddie, and jake is almost there" you tell him and he hums.

"well he better hurry up because your liver looks delicious right about now" threatens venom.

"hey! you are not going to eat my daughters liver!" marc fronts, yelling in venoms face.

venom just grunts and disappears back into your arm, making you sigh.

"i can't live like this anymore" you whine, and then jake seems to front, then smiles at you.

"mi vida, i think i know where he is"

~~~

jake had been driving with you in the passengers seat for almost an hour now.

he drank stevens tea that you made him out of a thermos, and every time he took a sip he made a face and complained that it wasn't coffee.

and now, you and jake were wandering in a park, trying not to slip on the icy sidewalks.

"are you sure he's here?" you ask, shivering and trying to hide your hands deeper in your pockets.

"he has to be, even venom could smell him, right?" jake asks in return, and venom comes out, nodding.

"yes! now find him faster, i need chocolate!" he yells in jakes face.

jake scoffs and stops, seeing a man sitting on a bench in the cold all by himself.

"EDDIE!" venom yells, and against your control, you end up almost sprinting over to the familiar man, almost tripping over your feet as venom leaves you body and attaches to the guy.

it was an extremely weird sensation. it was like the same feeling you get from throwing up but through your eyes and your brain.

yeah, 0/10. would not recommend.

jake rushed after you, holding you close to him, wary of the stranger.

"hey wait a minute, you're that kid from the store" the man starts. "i- my names eddie.." he trails off, looking to jake who now had a protective arm around your shoulder.

"..thanks for bringing venom back, i hope he wasn't too much trouble-"

"he threatened to eat my daughters liver and her kidneys if she didn't make herself sick eating chocolate for the last couple days" jake says without taking a breath.

eddie chuckles uncomfortably. and readjusts his jacket.

"i'm sorry about that, he's not usually that-"

"don't worry about it, you're lucky she isn't dead or you'd be too" jake threatens and guides you away back towards the car.

"well- thank you!" eddie yells after you both, so you turn around and wave.

"do you have to be such a dick to him?" you ask and jake sighs.

"yes"

~~~

you got back home after the sun set, which meant it was time for marc to light the sixth candle on the menorah.

you'd already been venom free for three hours so that was something, and even layla was home now.

you were stringing christmas lights all over khonshu when marc calls you over to the window sill, where the menorah sat.

you and layla were on one side, marc on the other, getting everything ready.

"thank you both for being here" marc says to you and layla, and you see her hand grab his, intertwining their fingers together.

you smiled at the sight as marc lit the candle, mumbling a few words to himself before letting out a slow breath and moving his free hand to where his necklace was lying under his shirt.

you could sense something, and before you know it there's a knock on the door, and your eyes widen.

"who could that be?" layla mumbles, and marc gets up, you following him to try and block the door.

"hey what are you-"

"marc-"

"what's going on?" layla asks, coming towards the both of you.

"y/n open the door" marc orders and you shake your head.

"please?" layla asks and you sigh, turning around towards the door, unlocking it and opening it.

"..dad?" marc breaths out.

elias stands awkwardly outside the apartment door, in shock to see marc not glaring at him.

"happy hanukkah, son"

and before anything else, marc moves past you to hug his father for the first time in what felt like forever.

~~~

"so that's why i'm here" elias finishes after explaining how and why he showed up at your apartment at night.

"thank you, kid" marc gives you a short kiss on the head from where he sat next to you on the couch.

"now it's getting late, so how about you-"

"nooooo but i'm not tired" you say and layla smiles, and gives you a sad look.

"i know little scarab, but tomorrow's christmas and we still have gifts to put out" layla says and you groan, getting up.

"i'll see you guys in the morning i guess- BUT WAIT-" you stop, gaining everyone's attention.

"where's elias gonna sleep?" you ask and marc shrugs.

"he can take my bed if he wants" he answers and layla nods.

"we have no problem taking the couch" layla adds on, but elias shakes his head.

"i'm alright with taking the couch, i'm only staying one night anyways" he replies and marc sighs in defeat, knowing he wouldn't win.

"..alright then, goodnight y/n" marc says, jake and steven saying the same but only you could hear.

"sweet dreams little scarab"

"'night kiddo" elias smiles to you, and you smile back before turning to go into your room.

you were so glad marc didn't freak when he saw his dad at the door.

now, you weren't expecting what you were going to see the next morning.

about a dozen wrapped presents sat under the tree, including the ones you made for your family.

you cried when you finished opening everything, as you felt you didn't deserve it.

it was the first christmas you had genuinely enjoyed because you were surrounded by family.

and because that family loves their gifts and made sure to give you the tightest hug imaginable.

you'd just have to give you gift to casper when you saw him next at school, and you were sure he'd at least like it if not love it.

but yes, you were finally surrounded by family for the holidays.

and you even celebrated hanukkah with your dads, who were grateful for you for bringing it up and going out of your way to make sure it was pleasurable for them.

because that's what family is for, and they are always home for the holidays.

it was crazy, yes, but it was with your family.

and it will be from here on out.

~~~

A/N : MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HANUKKAH GUYS!!!

i have never actually celebrated hanukkah so i hope i got everything right and didnt offend anyone, i did this for fun and to also who the moon boys heritage

love you guys :))

~~~

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