I really wanted to get this done for the start of Hanukkah yesterday but got very busy. So have another Mabel-foray into electric clothing on the second day instead!
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]
“I Have a Little Dreidel” was composed in 1927 by Samuel Goldfarb (although apparently there’s debate over the composer) with English lyrics by Samuel Grossman.
It was performed in Bear in the Big Blue House in the 1999 episode “A Beary Bear Christmas (2).” The song is sung by Shadow (puppeteered by Peter Linz, voiced by Tara Mooney) to Bear (Noel MacNeal), although it has been performed several times through the Muppet canon.
Everytime he does or has something come out she does something. This time she shot herself in the hand twice.
And no I no longer find Chris attractive. If your team real i dont care. I just dont like seeing my friends on here who are team or get all worked up bwcause its nothing. It is for nothing we've, proven its fake.
How many holes can you put into a hot air balloon before it can't fly anymore?
To the GP (genaral public) they are married so right after all it was exposed the rings are fake. teams are gunna have to do or try and do clean up for a while. We knew this was going to happen. I expect to see shit about one flying here or the other flying there or they both fly to meet each other. I mean how many roumers in 2 days can start about who is where? It just
makes it look worse and more comical. A real couple wouldnt do damage control at all. Just because a website publishes an article doesn't mean it's a website that reports news or the truth. Remember People mag, US weekly etc is are still mags they use click bait. Don't freak out everytime you hear a rumor that she flew here or did this or that . The fact is its been de bunked disproven if they choose to continue on with the PR BS thats on them a lot of fans are not playing along any more. Im.not playjng along anymore im done with it. I saw a post in instagram that sums everything us well it said
"I am on team PR. But if he wants people
to believe he's with her, then we should
just leave him to it. It's true he owes
us nothing but we also don't owe him
our support anymore."
What point is there to get upset or nervous or anxious over something just because there a rumor about a plane ride. If you wanna believe theres a plane ride maybe its to sign a new contract that this shit is over.
You know its fake i know its fake. And you know what they showed they were gifts from cartier. Maybe her team would shse poney up the money to get cz versions. Frankly it would be even funnier.
We dont owe chris anything.
If you feel silly or stupid or being duped by thibking he was a better man than he is dont be, everyone was. It only goes to show the man could've had awards by now if he picked better scripts
Clean up is gunna happen. WE HAVE SEEN IT. the less you play into it the faster itll be over with.
But dont let this distract you or upset you from a joyus holiday season or take away any happiness you're experiencing or could be experiencing. Focus on something positive and happy. At the very least i saw a blog with a debate about who qas hotter Sam or Castiel. Now THAT is some shit worth arguing about. Not an airheaded Nazi
Thank you, my dear An🫶n.
Honestly, this is a serious wakeup call to a lot. That ring debacle/exposure is something to note, and it could be the sign to many of being done.
And if they aren't, well, I'm happy to partially become the blog that becomes a nostalgic stop for old Chris, Chris Evans before he was a shit person in a shit relationship with a shit person, and Chris Evans Characters Appreciation and absolute SIMPING!!! Oh, and the occasional Albitch hate post, because I still hate her 😆
I'm even thinking it's time to add more Fandoms to my roster. Marvel characters are high on that list. So are book discussions, because I am enjoying that as well 😁
We'll see. The world is my oyster now, especially with that big bomb that fell into our laps, as well as the fact I'm on break and about to undergo the busiest month of my life!!!
It's going to be filled with holiday cheer, family love, Christmas shopping, reconnecting with everyone, and focusing on improving the one love that came back a few months ago, after years... Writing 😊
So, my beautiful weirdos, can we PLEASE take steps towards something new? I think we could use some respite after months, maybe even years of PR Debunking Hell... 🫶
Also, there are certain topics that I don't want to be discussed on here. Because I don't feel comfortable being in the middle of any debate whatsoever (you can ask my dearest friends on here, they know I hate politics and avoid discussing, and eventually debating it, as much as possible). Until my next post, Beloveds 🤗
Hi Mama Han! 💜 Please know my Happy Birthday wishes are meant to be sent the day of your birthday and not before 🙏 (in my country is considered bad luck to greet someone for their birthday days before 😅)
I thought of asking for something sweet like MC making Jumin sleep on her lap on the days at his penthouse when he obviously didn't sleep, but THEN I remembered this video:
https://youtu.be/d_sa4Ur04QU
And the masterpiece that was "The Trilogy of the Marias" with Thalia and I thought: Jumin's route, but as a Mexican telenovela with the funniest tropes we love from the medium (the rich boy, the poor girl, the evil stepmom, AMNESIA, lost relatives, Soraya! Pick your choice! )
Basically I hope you can write something you can have fun writing 😊 and Happy Birthday (in a few days)
Omo, hello Darling!! *huggu*
(Don’t worry, I totally understand — my family will only say it the day of, too! I got caught saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to my father the day before his birthday, and I got LOOKS.)
AND OKAY UM, MEXICAN TELENOVELAS?! Omo. Omo, I just got an idea based off of a show modeled after a telenovela 😂 if you know, you know! (My mom loves that novela, by the by 😂)
Okie!! Here goes!! And ¡¡¡Muchas gracias por tu petición!!! Siento haber tardado tanto ><
Jumin had never attended a unisex baby shower before. His father’s more lucrative partner insisted on a gender-neutral theme, something Jumin heavily admired. The colors were very pleasing to the eye.
But as the party progressed, Jumin couldn’t stop noticing the combined glow and irritability of the mother-to-be. She kept complaining of the room being too hot, or too cold. She had even thrown a gifted pair of slippers at her husband’s head at one point.
“Ah, sweet love.” Standing next to his best friend, V casually leaned against Jumin’s sturdy figure. “Take it in, Jumin. One day, that will be us. At the mercy of our dear —”
“What the hell is this?” The mother-to-be demanded, lifting up a pair of slim-fitting jeans. “Who would buy me this now?! Do I look like I can fit into jeans?!”
V awkwardly lifted his glass to his lips. Jumin bit back a laugh.
“Hey Jumin, she’d like jeans, wouldn’t she? She can wear them after she gives birth, right?”
“Honey, try to calm down —”
“How can I stay calm when some idiot thinks I can fit into a size two after this?!”
Slipping out of the room like an eel between rocks, V set his wine glass down and exhaled shakily.
“I’m not an expert, but —”
“Shut up, Jumin.”
Laughing softly, Jumin’s eyes fell to his blurry reflection echoed in the wine’s dark red color.
“Kind of makes you think, doesn’t it?” V asked.
“About?”
“Settling down. Having kids.”
Jumin was ready to object, but his best friend was right. His mind did wander to the possibilities of siring heirs one day, but that meant meeting a woman and…
Ehm.
Still. Jumin’s age combined with the lack of an heir to the Han family name got to him.
A little bit.
“I have no interest in dating anyone at the moment, much less marrying them. Children are, unfortunately, a very distant goal.”
Finishing his wine, V smacked his lips, much to Jumin’s chagrin. “Sure, if you stay in your bubble.”
“Sure, I should be just like you,” Jumin scoffed. “Rambling to the park attendant about the speeds of rollercoasters and eventually throwing up in the nearest trash can once the ride is over.”
“… You said you’d never bring that up again.”
“It’s safe to say that you and I aren’t siring any heirs anytime soon. Women repulse me, and you, well —”
“Yes, yes, I’ll probably puke all over the next woman I talk to. Right?”
“… No, but why not.” Jumin grinned.
V’s eyes grew as a thought came to mind. “Ready for a crazy idea?”
Jumin took another sip of his wine. “Why not, the night is still young.”
“Let’s donate sperm tomorrow.”
Spitting everything up, Jumin’s eyes bore into V. “Are you — what? Why?”
“Well, like you said. We aren’t having kids anytime soon, and with how much busier our lives are going to get, it’s not a bad idea.”
“V, do you really —”
“We’ll be giving the gift of life to a couple. Or a well-off single mom!”
“… I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
“Come on, Jumin. We both know you’re going to say yes.”
“Doesn’t it bother you? There will be a young man or woman that will one day look like you, or me. We aren’t in the private eye, Jihyun.”
“Who cares about all that. Why are you so worried?”
Jumin felt the uncomfortable churn of jealousy over V’s more carefree nature. “I… well, there’s no harm in checking it out —”
“I already made an appointment for us.”
“You wha — delete it.”
A shame V refused to listen. The following day, Jumin found himself sitting in the waiting room of a sperm donor facility.
“No, that’s literally impossible.”
“Ma’am… I’m sorry, but…” laughing nervously, the doctor looked at you, then at the paperwork in her hand. “The results prove otherwise. When was your last period?”
“Uh, a I’m a little late, but —”
“How late?”
“Two, three weeks? Look, I shouldn’t be pregnant. I can’t be pregnant, I’ve never had sex! I’m here for the results of a Pap smear, not to —!!”
You cut yourself off. You had to, or the swirling sensation you felt would eventually tip you over.
The doctor’s eyes gradually widened. “… You… were the Pap smear appointment at 0900 hours on Tuesday?”
“Yes!!”
“… Oh!” Her laughter almost calmed your nerves.
Almost.
“I confused my appointments, you see… I had an artificial insemination appointment with another client… forty-five minutes after you… I must have gotten you two mixed up…!”
“Are you kidding me?!” You yelled. “How could you confuse the two?!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t — I had a lot on my mind that day! You see, I had —”
“Oh my God, I don’t want to hear it!!” Throwing your hands up, you couldn’t stop focusing on the anxious churning in your stomach. Hell, maybe it was the seed suddenly aware that it shouldn’t be there.
“There are options for you to take —”
“You know what, you’re done. I want a new doctor.”
“Ma’am, it’s the end of the year… and if you want to schedule an appointment with a new provider, you need to wait until after New Years…”
“After New Years.”
“And our staff at the front desk is going to inform you that the wait will be about two months out…”
You had never been more furious in your life. Sliding off of the examination chair, you (tried to) take as many deep, controlling breaths as possible. You were too afraid to ask about your options, and while abortion was the most reasonable, this doctor would probably end up giving you cyanide to injest.
“If I may,” the doctor voiced timidly, raising her finger.
You shook your head, agitating the budding headache against your temples. “I really don’t want to hear any suggestions, thanks.”
“No, you see… the sperm donor asked that I inform him of when his sperm was ever used —”
“His sperm should have never been used.”
“Nevertheless… would you like to know…? Who…”
The timidity of your doctor’s voice frustrated you further. “It doesn’t matter. I doubt I’ll keep it.”
“Which is reasonable, given the circumstances! But, I’m wondering if you, too, would like to know… given you may not keep —”
“Fine. Who is it.”
She stared at you, fumbling with her fingers. “Are you familiar with Han Jumin of C&R International…?”
You stopped breathing. Your fingers tingled, your throat went dry, and your jaw clenched so tightly that you felt your teeth grinding rigidly against each other.
Han Jumin. The heir to the massive business conglomerate, C&R. Of course you knew him. Well, not personally. You were currently reading one of his books, The Successful Path of a Certain Man, for your Business Intelligence & Analytics final.
He was a business magnate, a flawless negotiator and the role model for business majors everywhere.
And you were inseminated with his seed.
“I have to go.”
“Um, wait — ma-am!”
Ignoring your doctor completely, you grabbed your coat and rushed out of the facility. It was too much for you to absorb, and you had so many questions.
Like, what was the Han Jumin doing at a sperm bank?
How would you go about suing your doctor?
Why did you schedule your first freaking Pap smear towards the end of the year?!
You wanted to go home, curl under a huge pile of blankets, and disappear from the world.
But something else captured your attention. A ping from your phone.
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.
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.