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Shrift, if for nothing else, I'd thank you for Objectifying Men (you're quite the inspiration) and for the WIP which shall not be named.

I have no porn to bring (pa rum pum pum pum) ... just thanks.

But I could promise to stop bringing the WIP up, if you'd like...
farscape moya starburst by elishavah
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greetings and best wishes.

we also don't know each other, but i wanted to say hello and thank you for all that you do. the consistent quality of your writing, (and oh, the recs too.) astounds me.

i don't have the talent for writing fiction, but i read it, and require it as if it was oxygen. and your writing is very rich oxygen indeed.

you also make me laugh like a fiend. your capacity to write from 'internal stillness', makes the characters even more true and real. it's something i look for and love in really great writing, and you do it incredibly well.

your farscape fiction is always luscious, funny, and wonderfully bittersweet.

sending you good thoughts and appreciation. thank you. *g*
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reddress

I Do Not Fic

Sorry, Shrift. I am not a ficcer. I've written, like, 300 words of fic ever. If that much. So I appreciate even more those who DO write fic. Like YOU! And I *especially* love you for doing Poly Recs, which is the most useful wonderful time-wasting thing EVAH. And the script sites. And the Buffista Quote Generator. And all the gajillion things you do! Because you ROCK.

Also? You're superhot. And look cute in bunny ears, slounging. And you should totally come to DC for your birthday. Or whenever. Uh, for values of whenever meaning "when I'm not travelling".

In short, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHRIFT!!
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Where's Billy?

A Rogue Demon Hunter and a Guitar Player Walk into a Bar…

ETA: this pretty much spoils the end of Hard Core Logo. If you haven't seen that film, you should go rent it, watch it, and return.

A Rogue Demon Hunter and a Guitar Player Walk into a Bar…
by Pouncer


A burst of discordant laughter and shouted obscenities grated on Wesley’s ear. He cast a jaundiced eye toward the group near the dart board. Shield’s Pub wasn’t the kind of place that welcomed drunken yuppies for happy hour. Its clientele was more the type to appreciate the silent camaraderie that sprung up among isolated drinkers—people who wanted to be alone, but didn’t want to drink alone. The scrum over there clearly didn’t have the brains to pick up on that.Collapse )
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Happy Shriftday, O ever-fabulous Shrift!

I wish there were more I could do to celebrate the wonder that you are. But I no longer write, and I think I wouldn't try to do a vid to spec without talking to you about it first.

So here's what I made:



I never would have watched Sports Night if it weren't for your brilliant, hilarious, and devastatingly sexy Dan/Casey fic. I'm very grateful to you, because you inspired me in a shiny new fandom that remains dear to my heart.

Your energy, wit, passion, talent, and charm are always inspirational. You were born, and that's a reason to celebrate!

I hope the year brings you joy and peace.