#fth2020

It's my New Year's Eve tradition! Squeaking in just under the wire with my @fandomtrumpshate auction fic!

Whispered in the Sound of Silence for @kalika999

Excerpt:

“Jesus, Derek.” Stiles takes a cautious step closer. “What the fuck is going on with you?”

Derek scowls. “I’m fine.” He stands up, dusting off his jeans.

Stiles digs his phone out of his pocket, waving it at Derek as if it’s Exhibit A. “The whole pack has been calling you all week, and —”

He looks up, and there’s something — off. Derek is staring at him intently, but not at his eyes. He’s watching his mouth, and Stiles has the sudden memory of his Babcia, the way she used to do the same thing when the batteries on her hearing aids —

Stiles bites his lip. Then he very deliberately covers his mouth with his hand. “You can’t hear me, can you?”

Derek’s brows furrow even more deeply for a moment, and then he drops the trowel, wiping his hands on his shirt. “I’m fine.”

Stiles huffs out an aggrieved sigh. He knows they’ve never quite clicked, that of all the pack members there’s always been this uneasy truce between himself and Derek, but he hadn’t realized that it was quite this bad.

He pulls out his phone. Yeah, not even close to what I asked, he texts. He waits for Derek to feel the vibration, fish his phone out of his pocket, and read the text.

Derek looks up, and it’s almost like he forgets to maintain the scowl for a moment. He just looks … lost. Vulnerable.

Stiles takes another step forward. This close he can see that Derek’s eyes are a little watery. His throat bobs as he swallows, and then looks back down at the phone.

You can’t hear *anything?* Stiles texts, and Derek’s shoulders slump. He slowly shakes his head.

Stiles is starting to put it together now, how strangely Derek was acting the other night.

Since Lydia screamed?, he texts.

Cover I did for Tyella's Terminator: Dark Fate fic Fate's Shrapnel

It's a collection of short(er) pieces set around T:DF, some gen some smut, and it gave me some Alicia/Carl pre-movie which was very bittersweet but perfect.

Summary: Everyone knows that at a random time in your life, you switch places with a future version of yourself. Gwen just didn't expect to find herself married to Arthur and Queen of Camelot, let alone for Morgana to be a threat to them all. When she switches back to her own present, there's only one thing she can do: Try and do what no one else has ever done before, and change the future.

Word Count: 5001

Since long before Gwen was born, the one magic that everyone had was irreversible. Not even King Uther could erase it, no matter how hard he tried—and he tried.

The magic was that for a few minutes, when a person was most at peace with themselves, they would switch places with their future self. King Uther had switched in the moment Prince Arthur was born, and come back screaming his wife’s name before Gaius had even said a word. Rumors and whispers started at court when he outlawed even time magic, saying that Camelot must suffer some horrible fate, if he tried to change the future even now.

And yet, some people never switched, never truly at peace, whether by circumstance or temperament.

In the days since magic was outlawed, some people hoped they’d never switch, for those who were were summoned before the court, to speak of what they’d learned. If the king found himself unsatisfied with the answer, you could very well find yourself on your way to an execution chamber.

But most looked forward to the day. It symbolized a step into adulthood, and for the luckiest, it granted hope for the future: Love, children, a good harvest.

For the unluckiest, though, it gave unwarranted hope to change the future: To not become a spinster, to prevent a death, to warn of famine. No one ever managed it; the purpose of the magic was to give only a glimpse. But that hope remained—

Not that Gwen ever thought she’d be one of those grasping for it.

Chapter 3 of Where There’s Smoke is posted today.

This is an exciting post to make! 2020 is a scary year, in many ways. But the auction has been a way for us to channel our fear and anxiety into creativity, community-building, and much-needed financial support for some really amazing organizations. (Two of them even reached out directly to thank everyone involved!)

We had more creators than ever before – 573! – step up to offer just under 750 fanworks in 298 fandoms. We had sixty fan laborers sign onto a brand-new project, joining the Regiment of Fan Laborers to support FTH authors – and 34 people donated to thank the ROFL for their work. We ran a crafts bazaar for the first time, helping nearly a dozen fan crafters connect with people who wanted to support the auction’s causes. 

And guys, we broke a lot of records.

This was FTH’s biggest single year yet.

Our official total for the year...

Get ready for it...

Is...

And when you add in the contributions from our unofficial Fancrafts Bazaar, our total rises to...

$32,727!

That sparkly number also doesn’t include the extra pennies and dollars that so many of you donated to cover processing fees. We decided not to record those, but we appreciate them, and we know the recipient organizations do too.

That money you all raised is already being put to work by small organizations that are doing extraordinary work: providing life-saving food and water to refugees crossing the desert, creating safer environments for LGBTQ kids in K-12 schools, fighting for the rights of trans people, helping to elect Black women, working with communities to reverse pollution and protect wild spaces, educating the public about genocide in all its forms, creating a path out of hatred for members of white supremacist groups, advocating in court for immigrant children, helping disadvantaged voters make their voices heard, and so much more.

Here is the full breakdown by organization:

Border Angels: $2,841 Clean Water Fund: $1,484 Center for Public Integrity: $628 ConPRMetidos: $2,124 Fair Vote: $2,308 GLSEN: $2,565 Higher Heights: $1,238 Life After Hate: $1,305 Manomet: $1,165 RAINN: $3,784 Spread the Vote: $2,001 Transgender Legal Defense and Education Fund: $3,267 Unsilence: $1,073 Young Center for Immigrant Children's Rights: $6,491

…and a handful of donations to other organizations, such as WIRES (Australian wildfire relief), HIAS, the World Wildlife Fund, RAICES, Planned Parenthood, and others, totaling $453.

And here’s another big milestone:

Over the past four years, you all have come together to raise

Let that sink in for a moment.

Transformative fan creators and the fellow fans who love their creations have come together from hundreds of different fandoms to raise over $100,000 for these organizations!

No matter what happens in November, we’ll be back next year.

No matter who our president will be for the next four years, we in the US will have an uphill battle to protect the most vulnerable among us and make our society more just. We hope you’ll come back too.

Here’s what you can do in the meantime:

1) Follow fth2020fanworks, where we will reblog the works created for this year’s auction. Creators, don’t forget to email links for us to reblog! Over on Dreamwidth, join the FTH Fanworks community - if you’re a creator, you can post your works there, or you can just join it to see all the great fanworks pop up on your reading page!

2) Keep up with the groups you have contributed to. Every single group on this list is doing extraordinary work, and every single one of them is doing it on a very small budget. We’ve already made their financial situation a bit more comfortable with the auction. (Again: if you didn’t see their notes of appreciation, you should go look!) But these groups will certainly be grateful for more financial support in three months, or six… and they also need your support in non-financial ways.

One great thing you can do for each of these groups, whether or not you donated to them during the auction, is to sign up for updates to stay current with their work. Simply being aware of the problems they are fighting, and the work they are doing to counteract them, is also valuable.

3) Run your own fandom-specific auction! Big pan-fandom auctions are.. well, they’re big and pan-fandom. Our reach is broad, but in some ways, it’s also shallow, and there’s a lot of management that goes into juggling all the different fandoms involved. But fandom-specific auctions are easier to run, and easier to publicize, and they bring out people who might not show up for a big pan-fandom thing. 

And, although FTH opted not to support specific candidates for office, there’s no reason another auction couldn’t! If you want to support progressive candidates for office – especially downballot candidates who are likely struggling for funding or attention – we would be thrilled to support you.

If you’re interested in organizing an auction in your fandom, we will help you get started!

We have a playbook and organizational materials we’d love to share with you. We have templates, spreadsheets, even scripts to automate the process so that you don’t have to make all those forms and posts by hand! And we’re happy to talk you through any of it if you’re overwhelmed and confused. Just drop us an email at fandomtrumpshate at gmail dot com. Even if you don’t use our materials, we’re happy to help advertise your auction with reblogs.

Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix) Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier Warnings/Rating: No Archive Warnings Apply/Gen Audience Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Established Relationship; Married Geraskier; Parents Geraskier; Baking; Happy; Domestic Bliss ;Domestic Fluff; Fluff; Baking Jaskier; Sappy; Geralt is very in love with his husband; and Jaskier is very in love with his husband; and they both dearly love their daughter.

Summary:

It wasn’t often Jaskier had the entire house to himself. Usually Ciri was there, laughing and playing — either accompanied by himself or Dara over for a playdate — or Geralt was making some sort of ruckus from the garage. Either from working on his trusted old motorbike, aptly named Roach, after his beloved horse from childhood; or pounding away at punching bag, he used to get out his frustration from his rather... idiotic clients.

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It wasn’t often Jaskier had the entire house to himself. Usually Ciri was there, laughing and playing — either accompanied by himself or Dara over for a playdate — or Geralt was making some sort of ruckus from the garage. Either from working on his trusted old motorbike, aptly named Roach, after his beloved horse from childhood; or pounding away at punching bag, he used to get out his frustration from his rather... idiotic clients.

But today was a rare day where he had the entire house to himself. 

Yen, Triss and Renfri had opted to take Ciri out with them, for an overdue girls’ day they’d claimed as they bustled the young girl out of the house that morning. Geralt had frowned, eyes narrowed at them, but had said nothing to dissuade them. 

Jaskier wondered which one of them he was more scared of, to inquire about their plans with his princess. Probably all three of them, and rightly so. The women in their life were utterly terrifying creatures. 

Jaskier loved them all so dearly.