light the menorah

Magneto is the most prominent Jewish comic book character. To a lot of people who don’t know comics, he might be the only one they know unless they noticed the menorah in the background of young Ben Grimm’s house in Fan4stic or they remember Kitty Pryde lighting a menorah in a quick cut scene in the Christmas episode of X-Men Evolution (also, at some point people should find better ways to acknowledge Judaism then menorahs).

Making a hero created by Jewish writers to fight Hitler affiliate with Nazis is in incredibly bad taste.

Making any of the Jewish characters (even someone like Iceman or Polaris who’s backgrounds are Jewish even if they aren’t practicing) affiliate with Nazis is wrong.

Making a character who is a Jewish Holocaust survivor affiliate with Nazis is disgusting. 

But taking the most prominent Jewish character in all of comic books, the only one to be the star of six blockbuster movies, with multiple ones of them explicitly focusing on his Jewish background and the resulting persecution, and making him affiliate with Nazis, that is not just in bad taste, its not just wrong, and its not just disgusting. 

It is blatant and it is violent. It would be in ANY climate, but with the recent waves of antisemitism and the rise of neo Nazis it is doubly so. 

I am livid. I am sad. 

And it is unacceptable. 

The Myers Briggs Types as stupid George Bush quotes

ISFP: “I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.” –Saginaw, Mich., Sept. 29, 2000

ISTP: "I hear there’s rumors on the Internets that we’re going to have a draft.“ –presidential debate, St. Louis, Mo., Oct. 8, 2004

ENFP: “It’s time for the human race to enter the solar system.”

INFP: “I know what I believe. I will continue to articulate what I believe and what I believe – I believe what I believe is right.” –Rome, Italy, July 22, 2001 

ESTJ: “This notion that the United States is getting ready to attack Iran is simply ridiculous. And having said that, all options are on the table.”

INFJ: “I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.“ 

ENTJ: "I’m the commander – see, I don’t need to explain – I do not need to explain why I say things.That’s the interesting thing about being president.” –as quoted in Bob Woodward’s Bush at War

ESTP: To the C students, I say you too can be president of the United States.”

or

“They misunderestimated me.“ – Bentonville, Arkansas; November 6, 2000

INTJ: “I have opinions of my own – strong opinions – but I don’t always agree with them.”

ENFJ: “I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we’re really talking about peace.” –Washington, D.C. June 18, 2002

ESFP: “One of the greatest things about books is sometimes there are fantastic pictures”– U.S. News & World Report, Jan. 3, 2000

ISTJ: Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.” –Washington, D.C., Aug. 5, 2004

ENTP: “Goodbye from the world’s biggest polluter.” –in parting words to world leaders at his final G-8 Summit, punching the air and grinning widely as those present looked on in shock, Rusutsu, Japan, July 10, 2008

INTP: “People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history.”

ESFJ: “I couldn’t imagine somebody like Osama bin Laden understanding the joy of Hanukkah.” –at a White House menorah lighting ceremony, Washington, D.C., Dec. 10, 2001

ISFJ: “Well, I think if you say you’re going to do something and don’t do it, that’s trustworthiness.”– CNN online chat, Aug. 30, 2000

WHY ISNT THERE ANY JEREMY AND HANUKKAH HEADCANONS???????

- Jeremy having Hanukkah in Michael’s basement

- Michael lighting the menorah with the end of his blunt despite Jeremy’s protests

- Jeremy buying lots and lots of chocolate coins (and getting mad because “THEY’RE CALLED GELT I HATE IT”) and playing dreidel with Michael while betting the coins

- They finally get stoned and Jeremy starts singing really off-key in Hebrew

- oh yeah Jeremy speaks Hebrew

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This past Sunday, I was briefly at a Swedish Lutheran church for a special Lucia-themed event, it being the Sunday closest to St Lucia Day (today, 12/13). To say I felt like a Jewish spy is to simplify my often-confused feelings on faith. It was my old light-up crown that the church’s Lucia was wearing, and yet the discussions of saints made me uncomfortable and an outsider. In the past, I have tried to visually reconcile my dual-religion upbringing by depicting them in concert, together: as a dark-haired girl dressed as Sankta Lucia, a self-portrait lighting a menorah. But in this volatile age and devoid of my personal context, that would be an image of assimilation rather than reconciliation. So I suppose I’ll leave it to you to decide if these girls are lighting the same menorah or not. 

X-Men Preference: The X-Men’s favorite Holidays

Logan Howlett (Wolverine):

Originally posted by juji-gatame

Logan isn’t a huge holiday person. He doesn’t like how many “family gatherings” that happen around any of the holidays so he’s a bit of a grinch. In all actuality his favorite “holiday” is the Olympics every two years. He loves to watch the athletes of the world coming together and showing off all of their hard work.  

Charles Xavier:

Originally posted by 2mainstreamhipster

Charles loves the Christmas season. He loves the spirit of the holidays. Everyone is together and to him it’s such a nice time. Honestly he’s not picky about what kind of decorations are put up. It’s the concept of celebrating and decorating together that’s the real fun. He’s also an incredible gift giver and he get’s a lot of joy from seeing people happy when they open a gift that they’ve wanted for a long time. 

Erik Lehnsherr:

Originally posted by pith

Erik sort of secretly celebrates Hanukkah when ever it comes around. He doesn’t celebrate it openly because unfortunately the holiday has a lot of memories attached to it and he doesn’t really want anyone to be reminded of where he comes from. He also thinks it’s a bit of a weakness to celebrate any holidays at all. But on the other hand it feels like he’s connecting to his deceased family when he celebrates. So maybe if he’s in a safe place and doesn’t plan on going anywhere soon he’ll light the candles of the menorah and let himself remember the times he had with his family though most of the memories have faded. 

Peter Maximoff:

Originally posted by daystilchristmas

Peter’s favorite holiday is Easter. It’s the holiday where he can get the most sweets in the shortest amount of time. He is also the asshole who will use his mutant abilities to very quickly steal every single Easter egg in the vicinity. He hordes all of the collection in his room and systematically eats all of it over the course of the weekend. And then as soon Easter passes he goes and get’s all of the candy for cheap.  

Alex Summers (Havok):

Originally posted by tateshaw

Alex unironically loves Valentines day so much. He’s the kind of guy that loves to shower his SO with affection and Valentines day is the perfect day to do it. And he goes all out. He buys gifts and reserves seats at restaurants and just spends the entire day making the person he loves happy which in turn makes him happy. And if he goes through a Valentines day without an SO that’s totally ok. Instead he spends the day going around and making sure all of his friends who might not have dates know that they are loved by him. Overall he just loves the holiday because it’s a time where he can make people happy when they might be second guessing themselves. 

Scott Summers (Cyclops):

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Scott has a lot of great memories attached to Christmas. It was always a good time with the family. Especially when he and his brother would spend the whole day putting together and playing all of the new toys and gadgets. Those good memories are what make Scott enjoy Christmas so much. Even when he is spending the majority of the year at Xavier’s school, Scott and Alex make absolutely certain that they carve out a time during the day where they can hang out and talk about what gifts they got. Scott is a terrible gift giver because he just cannot get a handle on what people would really like, but he really tries his best and his efforts are appreciated by everyone. 

US President Bill Clinton and First Lady Hillary Clinton watch as children from B'Nai Tzedek temple in Potomac, MD, sing and light the Menorah as part of Hanukkah festivities at the White House in Washington, DC, 21 December, 2000.

On Earth C everyone decides to mix and mash holidays into one giant superholiday and it’s a mess but a fun mess. The trolls tell the humans about 12th Perigee’s Eve, the Rose and Dave explain Hanukkah to everyone (Assuming the other Strilondes never had the chance to experience it firsthand what with being the last humans alive and such), the Crockberts and Harlenglishes get super Christmas hyped. Since Dirk, Roxy, and Calliope aren’t doing much, they put their efforts into New Years, since that’s a pretty easy concept to grasp. They all work super hard with their own designated jobs for a big party they all plan to have on this superholiday. 

Kanaya and Rose focus on decorating for the party, they really could have gotten the job done pretty quick but they had to be really extra about it and go all out. And of course, some breaks to make out a little. In the end maybe things were just a little TOO much for this type of party.

Jade is Santa (Shit let’s be Santa) featuring elf Karkat and reindeer Dave, they’re the ones that hand out all the gifts. Dave jokes about Karkat’s outfit but Karkat just calls Dave a furry, in the most Davekat form of romantic way possible of course. Meanwhile Jade is just having too much fun being Santa.

Jake, Gcatavrosprite, and Dirk go out to get a tree. They come back with two because they couldn’t agree on which tree was the best. Jake picked a super tiny tree because he believes it could do it’s best, while Dirk picked an oak tree because no one explained what type of tree they were supposed to get to him. Gcatavros sided with Jake but Dirk was being stubborn about his tree choice. 

Jane, Roxy, and Callie are on kitchen and food duty, of course. Roxy has to keep a close eye on Callie to make sure she doesn’t, you know, drug anything. But she would have been looking at her anyway, can’t go without some Callieroxy or Calliejaneroxy. But still, Jane is the only one that really knows what she’s doing so half the food ends up being shit no matter how much she tries to get things in order.

Terezi and John are in charge of all the hella rad party games. But, they’re both assholes, so they end up rigging each game in certain ways just to mess with the people playing. Not to mention, they messed with each other a lot while setting things up, it was a mess.

Basically, the whole thing ends up being a mess, all of it. It’s all total shit. The place is overly decorated, the reindeer and elf are flirting while Santa has too much work to do and is goofing around, both trees are total shit, most of the food is burnt or even real food, the party games are total jackassery, the whole party is just TERRIBLE. 

And everyone had a fantastic time. They all ended up laughing at themselves and at each other. The decorations may have been too much but they sure were pretty, Santa and her helpers may not be great at their job but they look adorable trying, the trees may be wrong but they’re decorated anyway, the food may suck but it’s perfect for throwing at your friends’ faces, and the games may be rigged but its hilarious to watch everyone fuck up.

For the first time in a while everyone is together, they’re all enjoying a wonderful genuine time, laughing, playing, singing, even if it’s all fucked up, who cares? Perfect is too plain for these kids, none of them are perfect, they’re all fucked up in one way or another and they all love each other anyway. So in a way, all the fuckups of this party made it perfect. It was the most fun they’d had in a while. 

Terezi brings up how much Vriska would have been COMPLAINING if she were there, and they all have a genuine laugh about it, especially gcatav. Dave and Karkat get caught under the mistletoe and get too flustered to kiss with everyone chanting “KISS KISS KISS”. Jade hands out everyone’s gifts from her Santa bag. Jake teaches Roxy some Christmas songs she can bug everyone with all by singing them night long. Dirk tries to light the Menorah but ends up lighting everything in that area on fire for a second because he used a flame thrower. Rose and Kanaya share the big New Years kiss, as expected of the hs powercouple Rosemary. John and Jane are just about ready to start launching cake in everyone’s faces, for a full scale food war. Callie gets to experience all of this for the first time so she assumes this is what normal Holiday parties are like, and she fucking loves it. A+ time. 

All of them loved it. They all wake up the next day on the floor of the same room, and just start laughing about the great time they all had.

They do it every year now.

Home for the Holidays

(I know it’s August but I couldn’t shake this idea.)

Bitty knew this would happen eventually. He and Holster had been dating for months now, and they’d been friends for almost two years before that.

Bitty knew that at some point he would meet Adams family, hell, Holster met his mama his freshman year and met Coach this past parents weekend.

But he met them as Bitty’s friend and teammate, not his /boyfriend/.

And it was just his parents, not his ENTIRE! FAMILY!

You see, mama and coach decided to spend the holidays in Paris as an anniversary gift to one another, which meant Bitty was stuck in Samwell for the Holidays, that was until his sweet as can be boyfriend invited him to spend the break with him in Buffalo.

“It will be your first Chanukah!” Adam had smiled so brightly that Bitty couldn’t help but agree.

It was only now, as they pulled into the driveway of Holsters childhood home, that it hit Bitty what this visit meant.

He’d seen Meet The Fockers enough times to know how badly this could go.

And he really wanted this to go well. He loves Adam, he wants his family to love him.

The Burkholtz residence was quite the picture, with an 8ft tall menorah in the front yard and lights shaped like Dreidels hanging from the roof.

Adam rubbed the back of his neck and sheepishly laughed, “yeah my dad was sick of being the only house not lit up during the holidays so he went on a Home Depot trip and supped up the house. He’s very proud of it.”

Bitty giggled, “I love it! It’s beautiful!”

“Please tell him that, he may love you forever.”

Bitty laughed around the nervous lump in his throat and followed Adam up to the door. Holster took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but before his fist could collide with the wood, it opened, and a woman a little shorter and rounder than Bitty with bright Auburn hair nearly tears the door off its hinges.

“My schmoopie!!!!! Oh look it’s my big man!!” The woman shouts and engulfs Adam in a hug.

“Hi mom” he grins and hugs her back.

She pulls away and looks at Bitty, “Oh and you must be Eric!!”

Bitty reaches out a hand for her to shake, but it is completely ignored and he is pulled into an equally fierce hug.

“It’s so wonderful to have you! My Adam has told me all about you!”

Bitty grins as he is pulled away from the hug, “oh has he now? Good things I hope! Nice to meet you Mrs Birkholtz!”

“Mrs Birkholtz is my mother in law, please call me Debbie.”

“Well thanks for having me Debbie.” Eric smiles politely.

“Are you kidding me! My son tells me the love of his life is put out on the holidays you think I’m not going to feed him? When you are in this house, you’re family!” She exclaims, “speaking of which get on inside! You must be freezing your little tushes off!”

Bitty then meets Adam’s dad Daniel, who looks like how Bitty imagines Holster will in 30 years, his little sisters Sarah and Hannah, and his Bubby Ruth, who reminds Bitty a lot of his Moomah.

They proceed to grill him, asking intrusive questions with the nicest smiles on their faces. Debbie tells Bitty funny baby Adam stories and Bubby Ruth breaks out baby pictures from her pocketbook.

All in all its nice and easy with the Birkholtzes. Bitty is pretty sure Debbie is mentally planning his wedding.

It’s a lot of firsts that night, the first night of Chanukah, Bitty’s first bowl of matzoh ball soup and first plate of latkes. He plays his first game of dreidel with Sarah and Hannah and he watches his first Menorah lighting.

As Bubby Ruth sings the prayer and Debbie lights the first candle, Adam leans over to whisper into Bitty’s ear, “it’s about miracles. People think Chanukah is just Jewish Christmas but it’s a festival. It celebrates a time when people tried to snuff out the light but it just wouldn’t go out.”

Bitty’s eyes widen and he listens to Bubby Ruth sing the prayer. He doesn’t understand the Hebrew, but he thinks it’s wonderful.

“That’s beautiful.” Bitty whispers back. Adam smiles and rests his chin on Eric’s shoulder, watching the flickering lights of the candle.

Later, when they’re watching the Rugrats Chanukah special, Hannah pops up off the couch and pronounces that “ITS PRESENT TIME!!!”

Daniel laughs and the entirety of the Birkholtzes scramble to their respective present hiding spots to retrieve their gifts.

Daniel gets Debbie a pair of earrings, Debbie gets Daniel a tie.

Bubby Ruth gives all of her grandchildren a crisp $5 each and a wet kiss on the cheek.

Holster gives his sisters each a new video game and they give him a 30 Rock tshirt.

Holster turns to Bitty and hands him a wrapped box.

He seems nervous, and that takes Bitty by surprise. If his boyfriend is one thing, it wasn’t shy.

Bitty looks up at him and then over his shoulder where Bubby Ruth had just sent him a wink.

He opens the box and finds a heavy binder with the title ‘Birkoltz Family Recipes’

Flipping through the pages Bitty finds they are filled with laminated copies of handwritten recipes dating back generations.

He is speechless, so Adam speaks for him.

“I got some help from my Bubby, I know you are always looking for some new recipes and things to try, and she helped me dig through some recipe boxes to find the best ones. There is a secret Birkholtz mandel bread recipe that I had to beg a few aunts to give up, but it was worth it.”

Bitty is near tears as he thumbs through the pages.

“Adam.” Bitty says trying to compose himself because he is determined not to cry in front of his boyfriends family. “Sweetheart this is the best gift I have ever received.” He sets the book down gently and kisses Holster on the cheek before engulfing him in a hug.

“Aww, Danny look at them they are so sweet! His little punim, my heart!” Debbie says behind them.

Once they part Bitty digs his present out and hands it to Holster with a look that says 'you’ll get more later’

Holster takes the small velvet box and his heart starts pounding.

Opening it, Adam shrieks.

“Two tickets to Wicked?????” Bitty laughs as Holster jumps up from the couch, “Orchestra seats???” He shouts. Adam picks up Eric and spins him around.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever!” He laughs setting Bitty down.

“Hey!” Eric teases, “that’s my line!”

ghostbusters + winter/holidays

  • Abby goes HARD for the eggnog, but she’s the only one who likes it. This leads to a yearly cycle of Abby overestimating how much nog they need, buying way too much, and ending up drinking it all herself.
  • Patty is the absolute QUEEN of Christmas sweaters that straddle a fine line between tacky and fabulous. Some of them light up.
  • Erin will, without fail, drink slightly too much wine on Christmas and get adorably tipsy.
  • Holtzmann uses a blowtorch to light her menorah, because of course she does. She may or may not have learned this from Dr. Gorin, who usually stops by to light at least one candle with her and does it the exact some way. 
  • Ghost shaped cookies? Hell yeah ghost shaped cookies. 
  • Erin tried hanging up mistletoe exactly once. Kevin ate it and the girls had to take him to get his stomach pumped.
  • Abby and Holtz have absolutely crazy snowball fights up on the roof. Erin and Patty prefer to stay inside with their hot chocolate and, you know, not freeze.
  • The girls usually get either pizza or Chinese to celebrate the first night of Hanukkah and Christmas Eve. Christmas Day involves feasting on whatever leftovers are in the fridge. 
  • Erin’s parents send a fruitcake every goddamn year. It usually ends up getting used for target practice.
  • The firehouse is a designated Christmas music free zone, since it’s literally impossible to escape anywhere else.
  • The girls are non-traditional gift-givers; there’s hardly any gift-giving on any actual holidays.
  • Patty is unavailable for the entirety of Black Friday. She vanishes as soon as Thanksgiving is over and usually shows up back at the firehouse sometime around midnight with a metric shitload of stuff - new appliances for the firehouse, books she’s had her eye on for months, clothes for the other girls, little toys for Kevin’s desk to keep him busy. This is known around the firehouse as Pattymas. 
  • Somewhere between the first night of Hanukkah and Christmas Day Holtzmann usually cranks out a bunch of new gear for the team and calls it the Holiday Extravaganza, and that serves as her main gift to the team.
  • Abby and Erin cover all the food costs, including the aforementioned pizza and Chinese, baking supplies, any holiday candy, you name it.
  • So there aren’t a lot of presents actually wrapped and under a tree or anything, but that’s okay because the one year they tried having a tree it turned out to be a MASSIVE fire hazard. The damn thing caught on fire four times and it was only Holtzmann’s fault once. The last one seemed to be a case of genuine spontaneous combustion.
So I have thoughts about Hermione.

On black Hermione.

It’s kind of an excellent thing to think about. The Wizarding World, to me, seems to be kind of ahead of the times in skin-color based racism, though they replace it easily enough with blood based racism. The Muggle world, however, sucks.

Imagine little Hermione, coming from a world where her parents, despite being successful and productive members of society, get looks in the street. Where her father, when he doesn’t bother to change out of his sweatpants when he takes her to the grocery store gets looks from indignant mothers, gets followed and watched by workers, has people clutching their wallets with white fingers as he walks by.

Imagine little Hermione, asking her parents why, because let’s be real, she’s the most curious seven-year-old who has ever walked this Earth and her parents just look at each other. They try to explain. “They feel like we’re different from them. Some people don’t understand people who are different, many don’t even try to. Sometimes people are cruel because you look different from them, and it’s not right, but the only thing that we can do is try to change that.”

Imagine little Hermione reading and studying to try to make herself better, to try to prove to the bigots in the world that she is as good as they are. Because little girls still look at black dolls and white dolls and say that the white one is smarter, that the white one is prettier.

Imagine little Hermione with her dark bushy hair and overbite feeling like she can never be pretty, despite what her parents tell her, so she works to be smart.

Imagine Hermione, at eleven, entering Diagon Alley with her parents and Professor McGonagall, and she thinks that maybe she could finally escape to a different world, one that accepts her.

Imagine Hermione getting onto the Hogwarts Express, waving an only slightly tearful goodbye to her parents as they train pulls away, but with a heart full of hope. Nobody looks at her like she’s different. Nobody looks at her like she’s lesser. And she sits with a shy, clumsy boy named Neville and he stutters an introduction before realizing that his toad has disappeared. And she helps him to look and she feels the hope blossoming in her chest because maybe here, in this new world she can have friends.

Imagine Hermione and how happy she is to make friends, even if it took a dangerous situation for it to happen. And she is fiercely protective of them, fiercely loyal to them.

Imagine Hermione the first time that she hears the word Mudblood whispered in the girls’ toilet on the first floor while she sat in a stall, keeping still and silent. She doesn’t know what it means exactly, but she understands enough.

Imagine Hermione realizing that racism isn’t only skin deep, that it isn’t only Muggles that spit it out like venom, that it isn’t only Muggles that have to figure out some way to overcome it, to find their antidote.

Imagine Hermione, an adult now, fighting her war not only in the Wizarding World, but in the Muggle one, picketing and marching and protesting. She gets thrown in jail once or twice, for disturbing the peace. And she could apparate away before they could get her in the mass, of course, but that isn’t how she fights. She stays until the end. Because she moved from one world into a magical one only to find that magic doesn’t fix people.

On Jewish Hermione.

She’s always been the before pictures when it comes to makeovers. From frizzy, curly hair to straight and smooth. From too pale skin with that olive undertone to a sun-kissed spray tan. Brown eyes are not the eyes of princesses. Hooked noses do not appear on model’s faces.

She was always a reader, though, and the first in her Hebrew School class to understand all of the symbols that the rest of her schoolmates found foreign.

When she left for Hogwarts, her parents worried. Would she be okay so far from home? How would she keep Kosher? What about the Shabbat? What about her Bat Mitzvah?

Hermione, however, was not concerned. At Hogwarts she was different, and that was okay. There were times when she felt lost, but never from her culture, from her faith. She fasted for Yom Kippur and feasted on honey  and apples on Rosh Hashanah. On the first night of Hanukkah, before the Christmas holidays started, latkes appeared on her plate and she lit the menorah alone in her room.

Once she learned where the kitchens were, she went there sometimes, especially during Passover. Even the house-elves were a bit distressed by their limits then, so she made matzah brei herself. She and Anthony Goldstein exchanged recipes.

While the other students sang Christmas Carols and hunted for Easter Eggs, she said her prayers and practiced her Hebrew and learned her Torah portion almost entirely without help. And when she returned home for the summer after her third year she easily completed her mitzvah because she wanted to help people. (And organizing that clothing drive helped her immensely to start SPEW the next year.)

Hermione never lost her faith, but she learned that it was not the only thing that made her special. She had magic and bravery and she could almost ride a broomstick sometimes if she really wanted to and she was the youngest Department Head ever at the Ministry until Harry took her title, even though she was first.

And when she married Ron she made sure that he smashed a glass goblet (and her family, small though it was, yelled a “Mazel tov!” that shamed even the Weasleys in volume). And when they danced the hora, Hermione laughed at Ron’s very vocal distress as well as his white-knuckled grip (despite hers being quite similar).

Rose and Hugo did not go to Hebrew school, though they did attend the Seder and learn the prayers and play dreidel over the Christmas holidays, taking as much joy in lighting the Menorah as they did in putting lights on the Christmas tree.

And when they first moved out, Hermione made sure that each of them had a Mezuzah for their front door.

8 Nights of Danvers Chanukah, Night 6

Night 1 | Night 2 | Night 3 | Night 4 | Night 5

Eliza uses the first night of Chanukah to ask Maggie about her intentions with her daughter, ft. a super-hearing Kara making latkes and a very love-professing Maggie.

This one continues more or less directly from the previous chapter – Night 5 – so check that out if you want the mood of the night set for you!


“So technically, you’re supposed to have all the food ready beforehand, but you know – National City’s alien populace doesn’t schedule their attacks around menorah lightings, so Alex and I got home late.”

Maggie gave a grateful smile for Kara’s careful explanation for the food she was preparing, for Winn’s whispers to unveil the reasons behind the unfamiliar traditions, for Eliza’s warm, steady glances at the way Maggie poured Alex wine and water, for Alex’s hand never leaving her own, for James’s glances of solidarity to remind her that she wasn’t the only one experiencing new things, that she wasn’t stupid for not knowing.

“Maggie, why don’t you come help me set out these beautiful donuts you made?” Eliza called from the table, and Alex’s eyes flew wide and her hand gripped Maggie’s harder. A small squeak escaped Alex’s lips, and she turned, terrified, to Kara for help. Kara, rinsing potatoes for her famous homemade latkes, let the scalding water run unnoticed under her hands until James reached over to turn off the tap.

Eliza waited with a raised eyebrow and small smile, pretending she didn’t see the panic striking the faces of her two girls and their friends.

“It’s fine, babe,” Maggie whispered, not wanting to let Alex know that it wasn’t fine, that her heart was threatening to slam out of her chest and punch her in the face, that she was nauseous and she was terrified and she was a badass police officer, dammit, she could set the table with this woman’s mother.

Alex let go of her hand reluctantly, Winn and Kara each prying at her fingers and taking hold of one of her arms each to prevent her from following Maggie, to prevent her eyes from bulging out of her head at the sight of Maggie alone with Eliza, to prevent her from going straight for the bottle of bourbon, which so far she hadn’t resorted to tonight.

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havent-the-faintest  asked:

I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT ANY AND EVERY POSSIBLY JEWISH CHARACTER. but i gotta tell u that holster is jewish and the only thing he knows how to make are latkes. that's it. all he can cook is make latkes. but he teams up with bitty (who got his recipe for matzoh ball soup from online, but it's ok as long as bitty made it it'll be good) and on the first night of hanukkah they make dinner for the haus (+ cait, nurseydex, etc.) & holster skypes w/ his family when they light the menorah @ home it's great

you saying that it’s the only thing he knows how to make is making me picture holster’s dinner night at the haus. like every week it’s his day to make dinner and everyone’s just like, whelp, it’s latke time. someone asks him if he’s ever thought of learning how to make something else, he just stares at them for a minute.

what’s his opinion on applesauce v sour cream though?