Tuesday already?

How do the days just slip by lately? I mean, it's already nearly Wednesday and I have a short week at work. Three day weekend ya'll!

I finally got my "The end of Mr. Y" book after waiting, what 2 weeks? Geez. The "Tamil Pulp Fiction" came in about 3 days. Maybe because I paid full price for that one and the other one I paid only a few cents plus outrageous shipping. I mean, come one, a book can't weigh that much, you're just gouging. Anyway, I read a few pages of it and it seems ok, but that's the thing. You can love the first few chapters of a book and then it all goes down hill from there. That's not so nice. I remember reading "Crimson Rivers" and loving, loving, loving it, hoping it was going to have some supernatural twist at the end and what happened? It was just some meddling by parents to pair their children up by having them engage in nearly every activity together, like sitting across from each other during study hall, so that they would form an attachment and finally marry.

Whut?

Talk about being disappointed by a sorry end to a promising premise.

So, let's hope that Mr. Y doesn't make me fling it across the room. Yep, I've done that once with a book that disgusted me so I couldn't stand to look at it anymore, so I threw it across my bedroom, satisfied with the thunk it made when it hit the wall.

Haha.

Someone wrote heroes fanfic with Monica and Peter. Hmmm... unlikely and very short, but I really enjoyed it. There was also one with Monica and Matt which was hella cute, but that's beside the point. I really dug the M/P one and it was set while all the heroes were in hiding and Peter was an EMT. It wasn't much and didn't delve into why they were meeting, but it sparked my imagination. I fancied myself trying to flesh out a fic for them, but lately, I haven't been able to muster the interest to write anything other than a few sentences.

And I'm sorry to say, even the "Chennai" fic that I as so hot to write is fading fast. This is really a recent occurrence. I've been ok with keeping up with a story, but lately... meh. I wonder what's going on. Am I that bored with myself? I know I do need a shake up and that shake up might be in the form of a townhome or house. I spoke to a Realtor and just need to get a loan approved *fingers crossed*

We'll see how that goes.

And... just because:




HEE!

Now you begin to wonder. Ok, he's kinda cute there and maybe interesting looking enough that you'd like to ask him out for coffee (I like nerds), but if I actually saw him on the street, would I even look twice? Hmmmm...





Mood: : Excited

Hot damn!

Someone wrote Monica/Sylar.

Questionable Intentions

talk about being a happy girl. But you know, I always want/need more. Off to find some.




Mood: : Horny

A little love?

for Sendhil?






OH YEAH!



I feel kind of awkward using him in my new fic, but I am captivated by his dark looks. I love the curly hair. He's quite beautiful. Actually.






And of course I love this pairing. Lookit them researching the Kama Sutra online together. I don't see why Mohinder wouldn't sleep with Sylar. All that hate and angst and passion. I mean, Elle slept with Sylar and really looked to have a crush on him and Sylar killed *her* father. So, killing the dad thing really shouldn't stand in the way of some hot hate/love sex. Mohinder would eat it up. He's so repressed and needy and nearly emo. I'm sure he was all broken up after watching them burn Sylar's body at the end of the third season. He went home to cry :) *sniffles*

And what was it with Mohinder and Sylar getting zapped by those tranq darts things? Where they could grab at the wounds and cry out and collapse or in Sylar's case, get really mad and destroy everyone in the room. Well, my lust for pretty Sylar being damaged was slaked because it seemed the only way to put him down was to stab him in this particular place in the back of his head. Guess how many times that was attempted from the back so that all we got was Sylar's big eyed surprised/pained look, a quick sucking intake of breath? Lots. Yes! It seemed that people just liked jamming things hard into Sylar from behind. ;)

Yay.






Mood: : Wicked

Oh man... just when we had a good thing

Right, so there sounds like there is a Star Trek sequel in the works and I'm fine with that. More than fine, actually. As long as I get to see Zoe's hot ass and the cuteness that is QUINTOOOOOOOOOO! I'm all for it :D

But, what's this I hear about a love triangle between Spock Uhura Kirk???

You mean I have to go from this yumminess and twosomeness:





to add this smary faced joker? God I can't stand him. I really can't stand him and I hated his Kirk. What a way to destroy a character that I loved, man. Screw you and your ugly face. *stabs*





I will be mightly upset if Uhura manages to lose her mind and fall under Kirk's spell. Unless some Ponn Farr-ed Spock tenderizes his ass in an attempt to get her back. *laughs*

*thinks about that a moment*

Man, I would love to see that. The scene where Spock beats on him in the first movie really made my day!


Actually there is an LJ-er who's writing a threesome of sorts with them and she is totally making me love nuKirk, I'm sorry to say. I even told her that. She makes him much more human and tolerable. Unfortunately they didn't do that for him in the film.

It makes me think, would I like and root for Sylar and all his emo, head-cuttiness if he wasn't attractive? Heck no. But, that was the point of casting an attractive man in that role. You love to hate him. Then fuck him.

Oh Mohinder!? There's some work for you to do ;)


Mood: : Bzuh?

What the fuck man. I'm boring myself with these posts *laughter* Methinks it is back to being fandomy. And yes I just used a made up word.

So to remedy this:


When is Star Trek coming out on video... heh, showing my age there... rather DVD? Honestly, while I really wasn't *loving* the movie, there were some parts that I'd like to see again. *coughs* I don't think I need to elaborate on that. I'd rather download a good copy rather than spend money on it *IF* there aren't good dvd extras, or eggs to be had.

I'm personally sick of watching fan vids and icons and gifs being made from those horrible torrent downloads where the picture's crappy and the tops of their heads are cut off. And *everyone* is using it! So I suppose I'm not only waiting for a good copy for me, but for all the vidders and iconers out there. Get a good source material!


Mood: : Bored

Amazon for the win! It seemed that any external battery pack that was actually compatible with my touch you either had to sacrifice the use of either your headphone capabilities or the use of the speakers. Come on. Didn't anyone designing these things think that users wouldn't want to lose features in order to use their products? Makes no sense to me. Anywho I found one that works similarly to my original battery pack but without the actual AA batteries. And you have the use of both headphone and speaker options. What a novel concept and it was less expensive than the other two. Deal.


Mood: : Thrilled

I've decided not to advertise this blog. I think the best way to find someone is to stumble upon them. Besides I am not an attention whore and honestly, I don't want anyone reading this haha. I mean, if you do, that's great, if you don't, that's even better. And man I love this itouch talk about multitasking. I really need a battery pack for it like my other video iPod. I'm watching the little battery slowly draining away. I'd better quit this and plug it in.


Mood: : Okay

Right, so going out with the boy didn't turn out to be a grand idea, and I can live with that. It's fine, and one of my mates says, "keep it moving". And moving on indeed. I'm now chatting up two lovely ladies, that I'll call ummm... Girl1 and Girl2. They seem sane, Girl2 has a kid. Not my ideal situation, but at least the kid is not in diapers. I'll most likely go out with Girl1 next weekend and Girl2 the weekend after that. I like to talk to them a little while before getting together. And if they don't work out, then... keep it moving :)

The bomb

I love creme filled cupcakes. They are the fucking bomb. What else is the bomb?

This little boy, rightttttt here.....



I love the people at ONTD_startrek.

Date went well. I didn't want to stab him or anything, so I guess that means he gets another chance ;)

And I love my ITOUCH! I was able to download Spanish flashcards and it quizzes you on guessing the word and then it tells you the word and then there are exercises. It was fun and I think I learned a few things. It kept me occupied while I waited for my boy to arrive.

Now back to watching Heroes. :)

Sunday

I'm supposed to go out with this guy... kind of a blind date of sorts. Blind date isn't a great term because I've seen a photo of him, just never met him. Thanks to meddling mates. I suppose a coffee house will be good and innocent and so, we'll see how it goes.

In other news, um... just lost my main train of thought!


...

Somehow it was Quinto related and I can't remember. Meh.

Is it summer yet? Because it's hot in here.

Nnnggg... those huge eyes are a killer!


I'm currently watching Heroes season 3 and why is Sylar all meek and "I wanna be gooooood!" *whines* now? He should be bad just because he likes it, not because of some outside forces. But... it's turning out to be pretty entertaining. I'm still zipping through most of the Nathan and whatever that blonde woman's name is, that's not Nikki. BORING and most of Hiro/Ando's mildly entertaining adventures. I get it, they're supposed to be the comic relief but damn, at least be comical .

Hm, haven't been paying much attention to Matt's thing with the other bleach blonde chick. Mohinder's story, Sylar's story and because I can't help avoiding it, Claire's story. I actually like Elle, but I hear she dies. Aw. So now who's going to have the power to stop daddy Petrelli? I'm betting it's Sylar and he'll either die in the process (although we think he can't die) or he'll lose all of his powers, be redeemed and live the normal life he's looking for. I wonder if season 4 is filming? I've never watched it on the telly.

And another thing, where are the brown/black women on this show. There was Monica(who's nowhere to be seen) and now Maya's gone. And why is every white woman on there blonde? Seems to me like someone thinks that white/blonde is the paragon of beauty. And why is nearly every black man(that's not Mohinder) some sort of criminal or thug? *rolls eyes*

And why isn't Monica being in fanfic written more? Ok, I know that's a stupid questions, because we all know how fanfic fandoms work. And all of those "rare pairings" don't really include her. I've seen Monica/Adam. I mean, huh? Were they ever in a scene together? And if not being in a scene together doesn't matter, then why not um... Monica/Sylar? Hey, she traveled up to NY with Mohinder, right? Probably stayed either with him or in the general area in a hotel. Sylar's hungry and still probably stalking Mohinder. Wouldn't he catch sight of the yummy little chocolate morsel? Hee, she's sooo cute! I love her to death.

Well, isn't the old adage, if you want something done right, do it yourself? Heh... guess I have some writing to do.

Ha, what?

I really want this. I just came across it randomly, how interesting.

Ok, I want that one and this one and I'll be set for summer reading.

Names

Trying to come up with character names is sometimes trying as well as interesting. Ida's last name is easy. American surnames don't require a lot of thought and they aren't tied up with religion or culture. So, meet Ida Dawson. Simple.

Sendhil on the other hand, and because I haven't the faintest idea about India, or Chennai, was a lot harder. To make it a little easier, I won't have him tied to any religion per se (although that might be impossible) and while I've chosen one for him, it might change as my research into his background and culture expands. I shot for "generic", common? (and generic is probably a dumb word, but I mean it in the terms of an American "Smith" or "Jackson") without too many cultural or religious ties. So, meet Sendhil Thampuran.

I think both of their names have a nice ring to them.

I am learning Spanish. So far it's fun.

Here I am not posting about Quintoooooo but writing snippets about Ida (which is a name that I've fallen in love with) and Sendhil. Hmmm go figure. I actually enjoy them and the little back story that's trying to sneak out. I'm really not one for her romances, but I could really fall for these two. Now I wonder how they met. Why is she in Chennai? What does he do for a living? What incidences are going to befall them? What type of prejudices will she encounter, one being a Black woman, two being an American... But it seems like fun if I decide to continue it.

Someone had died...

... she could hear the chant of the mourners in the distance. Ida idly picked at the flaking shellacked surface of the twisted wrought iron railing that fenced in the small flat's even smaller balcony and shifted her legs beneath the round glass topped folding table. It had stopped raining some time ago and the air was still heavy with condensation. She took in a breath and rested her chin against her upraised hand. The glass sliding door squeaked a bit as it moved along its track and Ida turned towards it.

Sendhil's eyes were warm and tired and his wan smile spoke volumes of how hard he'd been working. Placing the small cup in front of her, he stood back and watched her pick it up and hold it under her nose. Ida took a sip.

Chai.

It was his favourite blend, but it was still struggling to become hers. She drank it anyway as it was the only thing in the cupboard. She gave him a smile. Reaching behind him, Sendhil pulled the door closed and remained standing, wrapping an arm about his midsection. He drank his own tea and looked off into the foggy distance, over the rooftops and towards the sea beyond.

"Did you know her?" she asked, feeling his somber mood lapping at the edges of her contentment.

Sendhil's hand paused and he touched his teeth to the lip of the cup in a light click.

"We... were not close," he answered after a moment.

His gaze was still faraway, soft and unfocused, his head cocked ever so slightly as he listened to the funeral procession.

"But, you knew her."

"Yes."

He swallowed a mouthful of hot liquid and grimaced when it burned his tongue. The tea splashed a bit as he banged the cup down on the table. Ida watched him sling the liquid from his hand and then swipe it against the side of his shirt, but said nothing. There was nothing she could say. She had to wait for him to work through his demons.

She sipped her tea, holding the cup unnecessarily with both hands for the little china cup was small enough to hold in the palm of one hand.

"Why aren't you there?" she asked, referring to the funeral.

Sendhil scoffed. Ida looked up at him. He was glaring now at the sea.

"She was my father's lover, while my mother was still alive in hospital!"

His anger bubbled to the surface, but Sendhil had had practice in tamping it down. He quieted himself as soon as the outburst left his lungs and picked up the tea again. He walked to the edge of the balcony and rested one hand on the railing. His shoulders were stiff and tight beneath his thin lemony yellow tunic and Ida could feel the heat and agony radiating from him.

Pure Agony.

Sendhil was in agony and it was an emotion she did not see in his normally sunny demeanor.

His father had married the woman with whom he'd taken up with while his first wife was dying in hospital and was now mourning the loss of his second wife, but this time without his eldest son by his side. Sendhil had refused, had offered excuses, had made plans to be out of the country, but in actuality, he stayed hidden in his small flat with a dark, foreign woman, with Ida, with his lover; the woman he loved until the loudest of the cries died down to a low murmur.

Ida finished her tea and carefully set the cup soundlessly on the table. Rising, she moved to him and lightly draped her arms about his waist.

"Sendhil," she whispered, her breath blowing hot against the back of his neck and feathering across his dark curls.

"Not now," he muttered darkly.

Ida might have pulled away if she was a different person, if she didn't know the man before her. She tightened her grip and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

"Sendhil."

She was insistent and finally he gave and softened, allowing her to embrace him.

"This will eat you up inside," she said. "You're needlessly torturing yourself. When it will only take a few steps to make things right between you and your father."

He said nothing. He turned and pushed her aside before stalking back into the flat.

Sendhil closed the door with a firm click. Ida sat down at the table again and upturning the cup, she drained the last few drops of tea into her mouth.

Thursday and it was raining again...

... Ida rolled over, feeling the sheets pull tight against her naked brown thighs. She was tangled, but too sleepy and content to bother with freeing herself. Sendhil stirred quietly, a low soft whisper of breath seeping out between his lips before he fell still. Against the creme coloured covers, he positively glowed, deep and rich like a slim swath of good earth. Ida lazily lifted her hand and held it close to him, close but not touching his shoulder. Heat rose from him like a match flame and she smiled, longing to press her face against him, wanting to inhale his warm scent and to kiss him fully into wakefulness.

Ida let her hand fall away and she curled her long fingers on her own hip, feeling the crisp scrape of her pubic hair against her forearm.

He liked to touch her there. Sendhil had been fascinated by the rough scratchiness topping her mound. He had spent a curious amount of time raking his fingertips over it, through it, around it, rubbing his cheek slowly against it before kissing her there and moving to run his tongue down between her legs.

Ida touched herself where Sendhil had eagerly lapped at her hot wet flesh. While he was good at what he'd done, only she knew exactly where to explore.

I'll show him, one day.

Smiling a little, she bit her bottom lip as a shivery jangle of pleasure scraped along her nerves.

But not right now. This place is my secret and he's still learning.

Ida rolled her hips contentedly, still stroking, still basking in the dry heat blowing in through the open windows. It was only early morning and already it promised to be another uncomfortably hot day in Chennai. Ida was a Black woman in a foreign land and yet she was used to its delicious charms. Tolerance was all in the mind and once your mind was set, there was no wavering.

A muffled moan escaped her. Sendhil stirred again, and kicked irritably at the sheets wound around one long leg. Ida held her breath and stilled her hand, feeling giddy at the threat of being discovered doing something illicit. Fully expecting him to drift back to sleep as he always did, Ida snickered and groaned his name.

There was a beat of silence and her joy grew.

Another beat and then came his melodious voice in an answering whisper.

"Starting without me?" he asked.

Ida froze and then shrieked with laughter. She threw herself at his back and twined her arms about his waist. Snuffling the ebony curls at his ear, Ida smeared her slick finger down the center of his belly.

"I am," she said.

Sendhil chuckled and his body vibrated. Ida squeezed him tighter and rubbed her scratchiness against his backside. Turning, Sendhil wrapped his arms about her and dragged her over the side of his body. Wrestling her to her back, he pressed himself up above her and smiled. His white teeth were bright against his dark face. Ida pressed her hands against his forearms and they watched each other for a long moment.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well," he said smugly and bent to kiss her mouth.

His fingers slipped between her thighs to finish what she had started.

Damn you Quinto

I go through fandoms faster than superman can fold laundry. So I expect to see this Quinto madness fade with a quickness. It's only been about a month, which was a little longer than Merlin lasted. Funny. I do want to keep him. He's so kyute. But if he has to hit the road then best wishes gay boy.

Why are Chucks so expensive? I need to dig out the pair I had in high school... wherever the hell they are. And they were high tops as well and heavy!

What the bloody hell, mate?

I saw a possum standing on the concrete divider in the middle of the highway on my way to work yesterday. Immediately I gasped and prayed that she wouldn't get run over in her attempt to cross the highway. Poor BB!! I hope she's ok. I haven't seen a carcass, so...

Oh and This! This is so very cute that I can't stand it. Thank goodness for youtube downloaders. I totally grabbed it and put it on my ipod :) He's so adorable I can't stand it. And creative and well spoken and man, do I have a thing for guys with extensive vocabularies and can string a coherent sentence together with wit and charm. The boy has it. And I like :)

... and he makes up his bed. Though, that's probably for the camera ;)