RhymePhile's Rat Race

Before I miss it...Happy Birthday to siberian_skys! I hope you have a great one, sweetie. And lookit, I used Deano just for you.

Happy Birthday to All-Lee-Lovin', All-The-Time (with room for Rod Taylor and The Kid Gary Carter thrown in), fanfromfla.

You, my dear, are truly a class act, and it was a pleasure to meet you last weekend. Have a great day!

It's biani's birthday again already? Time has been passing way too quickly, it seems. Happy Birthday, B, and many more! :-)

It's kanld's birthday today! Yay, France! (And, interestingly enough, it's my mom's birthday today, too!) To celebrate, some Nick:

His eyelashes wish you Happy Birthday...






He seems happy...






And finally, a grin for the birthday girl...

Happy Birthday to callmerizzo. Jersey Girls in da house! W00t!

There are too many birfdays to keep track of.

Today the sweet maddiec24 has a birfday. I hope you have a great day, surrounded by love, family, and friends. I hope you and J go out to a nice dinner or something too.

And I hope this year finds you happy and healthy.

Happy Birthday to rileyc, Handcuff-Wielding Mistress of tietuckluv and Thinker-Upper of hardtime100 challenges that first got me into this Oz writin' thang. Hope you have a great day!

And look, my icon is Elliot getting birthday hugs! Awwwww.

To my dear (and broken-footed) friend aqualegia: Happy Birthday and feel better soon, luv! Here's a charming rogue to take your mind off things.

It's jackiesjunkie's birthday today! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Have a great day, eh? Hee!

Let's celebrate with a flashback to the opening of our fanfic we wrote together waaaaaaaay back in 1999 (when you were *coff*young and innocent*coff*), A Hamburger Isn't An Ending:


Mulder pulled the car to the side of the road and shut off the engine. He batted the gold key chain hanging from the ignition.

"Mulder?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why did you stop?"

Mulder leaned his head back on the headrest, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"Scully, I have something important I need to tell you."

She sat up in her seat, her full attention on Mulder.

"You know you can tell me anything, Mulder," she said, her face serious.

Mulder looked at her, then closed his eyes again.

"I know," he said.

He leaned over and took her hand. "This is something that is truly hard for me to admit, Scully, but after five years together, I'm sure you'll understand."

"Mulder, what is it? You're scaring me."

"Scully..." he said, looking at her, "I think we're lost."

"That's it?!!" she cried. "That's what's so hard for you to admit?"

"Well, I've never gotten lost before, so..."

"Jesus, Mulder, here I thought you were going to purge your soul with some earth-shattering revelation!"

"But there's something else, Scully," he said seriously.

"Oh," she replied, taking his hand again. "Sorry. Tell me, what is it, Mulder?"

"We're out of gas, too."

She pushed his hand away. "I thought you filled the tank when I was in the bathroom at that gas station."

"No, I was playing Asteroids."

"What?"

"I forgot to get the gas. They had this old Asteroids game set up...y'know, the one with the little roller ball instead of a joystick..."

"You're saying you were playing Asteroids instead of pumping gas..."

"Could *you* honestly pass up a game of Asteroids? I mean, it's a classic..."

Happy Birthday to the dear luci_2, who is a feedbacker extraordinaire. Have a great day, sweets!

It's debaser28's birfday! W00t!!!

Lemme whip something up here...a cup of sugar, pinch of shank, some sweat, a bit of flour, some sexual tension, boys kissing, mix well, bake at 350 for 30 minutes...um...


"I don't wanna do this."

"Chris, c'mon, it's her birthday."

"You always get me to do stuff I don't want to, Tobe."

"That's because you think I'm cute."

"Actually, the term is 'sexy motherfucker.' Get your quotes right."

"You're sexy when you're sensitive."

"You keep pouting at me like that and I won't be able to concentrate for shit."

"And stop cursing, will you? Everyone is reading this."

"You think I really give a fuck?"

"That answers that...listen, just do it, will you?"

"Gimme a kiss first."

"Is that all you ever think about?

"Yes. And sex. Gimme."

"What you promised first."

"Oh for Chrissakes...fine. 'Happy Birthday to yoooooou. Happy Birthday to yoooooou. Happy Birthday dear Ana Paula, Haaaaappy Biiiiirthday to yoooooou.' There. You happy?"

"Yes."

"What do I get for bein' a good boy?"

"We get to celebrate Ana Paula's birthday."

"Goddammit, Toby! Why in the hell would we want to...oh. Wait. I get it. Heh. Let's go."

"You're sexy when you're being cerebral."

"I'm goin' to assume that was a good thing you just said. Now c'mon..."

"Happy Birthday Ana Paula!"

"You can come blow out my candle, Tobe."

"Chris!"

"You can spread icing on my cake too..."

"Chris!"

"Happy Birthday, Ana Paula!"

Please see this post for Part I of "Stroking Luck."

( Stroking Luck, Part II )

It's my dear maddiec24's birthday today, and in celebration, I present this new Oz fic.

She was the first person on my Flist who encouraged my Oz obsession when it came to light back at the end of 2005, and she was instrumental in steering me toward the right places on LJ that could feed my addiction. Without her, I wouldn't have met most of the people on my Flist, nor would you be reading this right now. I guess she also had a hand in furthering my Melonilust, because frankly Oz was what made me especially, um, focused on his career more so than SVU had.

Anyway, when she modestly (heh) asked for a fic with Keller as a whore, I happily complied.

When you read this fic, you'll also notice that I've added a little extra surprise for maddiec24's birthday. To allow you to appreciate the places Keller calls home on the streets of New York City, I actually went out with my camera and took photos, and I've shared them using links that highlight one particular section of the story. There are quite a few pictures, so it might be best to read through this sucker first and then go back to look at the photos.

Speaking of which, this is the longest story I've ever written. At over 10,139 words, I've had to break it up into two parts because I went beyond LJ's posting limit. You will also notice I turned off comments for this installment, but will turn them on for Part II. I'm making it easier on myself.

So, maddiec24, your birthday prezzie is complete! I hope it turned out how you imagined, and I wish you health, prosperity, and love for your new year.

( Stroking Luck, Part I )

And since today is the special day of my fellow *coff*bizarre*coff* action figure lover, I hereby present another addition of:



This time, though, it stars Chris and Toby -- as bunnies! Plot bunnies, that is, made by the hands of the very birthday girl herself!



( Plot Bunnies Gone Wild! )

Happy Birthday to
dancinbutterfly, who boggled my mind in our recent B/K discussion. I didn't get to write you anything, unfortunately! My outlook on B/K kinda completely changed so I couldn't coax anything from my muse.

Also Happy Birthday to
xscribe, who I shall stalk and urge to write more about my favorite British original character cutie, Perry, in the "Gobsmacked" series. Go! Now!

Happy Birthday to both of ya.

Let us celebrate the doctor, the best friend, the chick who can chase perps while wearing high heels: Dana Katherine Scully, born February 23, 1964. Tough when she needs to be, yet unafraid to be emotional, she's the kindhearted physician we would put our trust in. Always willing to refute the bizarre claims of her partner while still putting it down in her report, she's the red-headed firecracker who could just as easily crack a joke while cracking a ribcage during an autopsy. Intelligent, driven, and the kind of gal you wouldn't mind having a beer with, she's one of the strongest women we know. So Happy Birthday, Special Agent Dana Scully, MD. We miss you.

Happy Birthday to my dear crimsonsenya!!!!!

I hope your year is joyful, healthy, and full of warmth and happiness!