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letterboys asked: Why are your favourite people your favourite?

Eep.

I'm not absolutely sure who my favourite people are… I suspect it depends who's been irritating me lately! I won't include my Brats on this list because, well, they're my children. Even on days when I'm not very impressed with them, it's pretty much my job for them to be my favourites. And I won't include anyone who's dead, not even my Grandma.

So, let's see. In sort-of alphabetical order.

nopseud introduced me to popslash and to LiveJournal, which leaves me forever in her debt. She's funny, an admirable writer and a really splendid story doctor. She's honest, and full of enthusiasm.

My friend D. She's rather admirable. The first year I met her, she was coping with a severely disabled teenager, a non-disabled teenager and a husband dying of cancer. And a minor role in a musical. She's incredibly strong, without really having any idea of it. And she's a thoroughly nice person, cheerful and generous of spirit.

Beast is regularly available for cuddles. He's calm. He's smart *and* sensible. He's capable and thoughtful. He makes me laugh (usually unintentionally, because he's essentially an innocent). His integrity isn't exactly why he's my favourite, but it's an amazing bonus.

Lance Bass is unpredictable. He keeps surprising me, and I love that. He's sincere. He is a great big sap, and he tries to make the world a better place.

And I guess, in general terms, that You are my favourite people. Fans. Fans-who-care-about-fanfic. Fans-from-my-heart's-fandom. The particular subset of fans who are Camp Sparklers. I have such fun and so much satisfaction in the company of fans, whether it's squeeing over ridiculous footage or Lance's latest tweets, or learning to think, or reading incredible stories, or… you know. All that.

Okay, then.

There are a few dates left if you'd like to fill in here.