Fandom Trumps Hate auction
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independence1776I'm offering one fic for the FandomTrumpsHate auction this year: https://fth2026offerings.dreamwidth.org/367088.html
Please see the auction post for details on my offer but the following are the characters I'm most interested in writing:
Star Wars: Depa Billaba, Caleb Dume | Kanan Jarrus, Cal Kestis, Cal & Caleb, Cal & Caleb & Trilla, Beru/Owen/Obi-Wan
Original work: Jewish characters in scifi or Jewish-esque characters in fantasy.
Auctions run from 8:00AM EST, 3 March 2026, to 8:00PM EST, 7 March 2026.
Please see the auction post for details on my offer but the following are the characters I'm most interested in writing:
Star Wars: Depa Billaba, Caleb Dume | Kanan Jarrus, Cal Kestis, Cal & Caleb, Cal & Caleb & Trilla, Beru/Owen/Obi-Wan
Original work: Jewish characters in scifi or Jewish-esque characters in fantasy.
Auctions run from 8:00AM EST, 3 March 2026, to 8:00PM EST, 7 March 2026.
I was that delinquent
Feb. 24th, 2026 11:13 pmbunnA local Facebook group is currently going nuts about the Appalling Behaviour of the Current Children. The Current Children have flicked balls of mud at a passing car!
Vaguely impressed they are out playing with mud in February, but I can definitely vouch that this is nothing to do with The Horrors of Modern Education, because 50 years ago, I and my friends did exactly this.
Though, so far as I recall, it was summer, because we scooped clay out of a convenient streambed to make our mudballs. The good thing about this was that there was a sort of tunnel that the brambles formed over the stream, so you not only had ammunition to hand, but also a handy escape route far too low, muddy and brambly for adults, in the rare event of the irate motorist noticing the crime in progress, leaping from their car shaking their fist. I think this only happened once.
Vaguely impressed they are out playing with mud in February, but I can definitely vouch that this is nothing to do with The Horrors of Modern Education, because 50 years ago, I and my friends did exactly this.
Though, so far as I recall, it was summer, because we scooped clay out of a convenient streambed to make our mudballs. The good thing about this was that there was a sort of tunnel that the brambles formed over the stream, so you not only had ammunition to hand, but also a handy escape route far too low, muddy and brambly for adults, in the rare event of the irate motorist noticing the crime in progress, leaping from their car shaking their fist. I think this only happened once.