Wicked Wednesday

Man oh man! Heroes last night was intense! I was really pleasead with how it turned out although some of the storylines were a bit... out there. It concentrated mostly on Matt/Sylar and Claire and Peter. Noah showed up here and there looking sexy, but that was about it from the main cast. Still no Mohinder, no Angela, no Nathan. Not that I'm really looking for them, but still. The cast has been weeded down severely and maybe that's good, because they're got this new "villan" that they need to develop, so they've got to spend time on doing that. I think Samuel can be likable and can also be hated. If they do him correctly, he can garner a lot of sympathy while he does dastardly things. For example, he showed up at some woman's house asking to look around at the carriage house where he'd grown up and she essentially told him to get lost. I mean, come on! Strange man showing up at your house at night while you're having a dinner party, asking to look around on your property? I'd say no, as well. Well, Samuel didn't take too kindly to that and totally created a sinkhole to demolish the house. Crazy! I didn't feel one way or another about it honestly. It was just something that happened.

With the deaf woman, I think she could be likable as well, but... then again, she can be annoying. If she were a black woman, I'd be all over it. OMG. So all over it. But she's some typical looking white blonde (the writers fap to blondes apparently) so, I'm neither one way or another on her. They're setting it up kind of sickeningly sweet so that Peter can fall for her.

Peter... I used to really like him. Now he's just kind of smarmy. He lost some of that earnest sweetness. That may be on purpose, that may be from the laziness of the writers, but I'd noticed it right away the first time he opened his mouth. I never remembered him being that ... distasteful. Meh...

Sylar... Much better this week than last. While he was still a bit over dramatic, I still liked him. He was looking a bit rough around the edges this time, which makes me think that over time he might start to deterioriate. Last week his hair was nice and neat, shaved etc. This week, he looked like he's spent three weeks on a park bench! Dunno. Well at least he made Matt use his powers, and now they can begin the hunt for his body. Matt is likable, but enough of him. I've had enough.


I liveblogged it with my RPG partner, which really made it fun. We were totally yelling out the same thing at the same time which was too funny. We plan to do it next week. Something to look forward to. And the RPG is going swimmingly. I'm totally loving it.

There's no new news about The Losers, which is like, what? But it's still Zoe Week!

Ack I miss Zoe worship yesterday! Bad bad... and it wans't like I wasn't here. I was just messing with IE as a browser, which I do not like as much as Firefox, but FF's being a bastard. So in an effort to maintain my sanity, I had to switch. I wonder if there are other browsers out there other than these two. There has to be.

It's Zoe Week!

Let's start it off with my girl crush ;)

Umoja Uaso

MY GOD! This makes me so angry the way these women are being treated. I want to send money as support! I have never wanted to contribute monetarily to something in my whole life. If I knew that this money would go directly to them and help them, I would send it, but I haven't found a source to contribute. Articles Below:




Violence Threatens Rebecca Lolosoli and Umoja Uaso Village in Kenya: An Update


Rebecca Lolosoli, founder of Umoja Uaso Women's Village in Kenya

On August 20, Rebecca Lolosoli, Kenyan leader and founder of Umoja Uaso Women’s Village, who informed Vital Voices that she was confronted with violent threats by her estranged husband earlier this week, secured legal representation and petitioned a local Samburu court for protection. Recently, with Vital Voices’ support, Rebecca traveled to the United States to showcase artisan products from Umoja at the Santa Fe Folk Art Festival. Proceeds from the sales and fundraising efforts belong to the entire community. Having learned about Umoja’s income, Rebecca’s estranged husband and another family member traveled to Umoja allegedly armed with a gun and confronted her on August 18.

The court has granted Rebecca an injunction that prohibits her estranged husband from entering the Umoja village. Law enforcement will inform Rebecca’s husband, who has not been charged with any crimes, that he cannot enter Umoja. Officials also plan to visit the Umoja village to reassure residents that measures are being taken to protect the community.

Uncertain and insecure, Rebecca remains reluctant to return to Umoja. She plans to travel to Nairobi to meet with members of Federation of Women Lawyers (FIDA), an organization with expertise in violence against women. Members of Vital Voices Global Leadership Network in and around Nairobi have shown extraordinary effort in reaching out to Rebecca and providing for her needs.

Vital Voices is grateful to members of its network in Kenya, including Jane Kiragu, Eva Muraya and Phyllis Mwangi, as well as Mendi Njonjo of the Advocacy Project, for their efforts on Rebecca’s behalf. The U.S. State Department Africa Bureau, the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi, and the Office of Global Women’s Issues at the U.S. State Department are also monitoring the situation. Finally, the Kenya Embassy in Washington has made calls to local officials to ensure that all steps are being taken to protect Rebecca’s safety.

As we continue to learn more about Rebecca’s situation, we will keep our network updated and provide information about the ways in which all can express their support for Rebecca and the women of Umoja Uaso.

Posted on August 19:

On August 18, Rebecca Lolosoli, founder of Umoja Uaso Women’s Village, informed Vital Voices that she was confronted by allegedly armed male family members demanding access to the village’s land and money. Located in the remote and isolated Samburu region of Kenya, Umoja is a safe haven for women fleeing domestic violence. This recent violence traumatized this protected community, displacing Rebecca and instilling fear among Umoja’s women and children.

Rebecca is an accomplished member of the Vital Voices Global Leadership Network. Recently, with Vital Voices’ support, Rebecca traveled the United States in July to showcase artisan products from Umoja at the Santa Fe Folk Art Festival. Proceeds from the sales and fundraising efforts belong to the entire community. When Rebecca returned to Kenya she deposited the earnings in Umoja’s account.

Having learned about Umoja’s income, Rebecca’s estranged husband and another family member traveled to Umoja allegedly armed with a gun and ready to confront her. Rebecca told Vital Voices that she suffered an awful beating before her estranged husband demanded she turn over Umoja’s earnings to him. Rebecca refused. She escaped, fled, and reported the crime. Uncertain and insecure she briefly returned to Umoja before fleeing the region. A majority of Umoja’s women residents have also scattered, waiting for security to improve and a sense of normalcy to return.

Rebecca filed complaints with the local police chief in Archer’s Post, Kenya, and also with the area police chief in the town of Maralal. According to these authorities, the alleged attack is considered a domestic incident that does not justify police intervention. Vital Voices is working closely with partners in the US and Kenya, including the Advocacy Project, to urge the police to take action to protect Rebecca and the women of Umoja.

A remarkable leader and valued member of the Vital Voices network, Rebecca and her safety, as well that as all the women of Umoja, are of great concern to Vital Voices and its international supporters. We are actively monitoring threats to her safety and coordinating with members of the Vital Voices Network, partner organizations, and public officials of the U.S. and Kenyan governments, to protect Rebecca and Umoja from threats to their security and well being.

We ask that our network members and supporters stay alert and vigilant, and we will provide updates on Rebecca’s condition and information about ways that all can support this exceptional leader.

Saturday once more. What's there to say? Autumn is fast approaching and I have a ton of music that I downloaded and as of yet have not put onto my touch. Well, even if I put it on there, the chances that I would listen to it is pretty slim. I think I just like the idea of having the music, without actually listening to it. I was alerted to Straight Line Stitch's existence a while back, and then "found" them again. I looked around for an album to download, but had to settle for snagging it off of youtube. I still haven't converted the songs or put them on the touch. Yeah, real fan ;)

I'm hungry and I have to do laundry. The endless laundry. I swear. Gets on my nerves.

I was in ShopRite this morning, which I despise as much as Wallmart... especially the ShopRite that's near me and noticed that all of the cashiers were Black and the manager that was called over to give change, was white. I mean, I was standing, for the most part, in a sea of brown faces, workers and customers alike and the appearance of his white guy was amazingly jarring! So, why is it that, that the cashiers were brown and the manager was white? I mean really?


DAY TWENTY-FOUR


DAY FOUR

The hair still looks good! I am very pleased with how it turned out. Very pleased. I will try the lighter Hair Milk which is the Hair Nectar, to see what kind of result I'll get. But yes, the hair was very soft and moisturized and did not frizz up (much) throughout the day. Happy-dance. I have a big problem with my hair drying out and frizzing up during the day. So this definitely helped. Yay.

I am totally considering deleting my POF account. I mean the fucking loser jerks that email me are pathetic. I mean the gall of some people. They think they can say anything to you, like you're not human or something. Fuck those ugly fat mother fucking motherfuckers. From this moment, I will not give anyone a chance. If you don't look good, screw you. I won't say, "mmm well, he might be a nice guy, why don't I give him a chance." No, I won't do that. Not anymore. FUCK YOUUUU!


Day fucking Twenty-two


Day two

Wow, I keep saying this every week, but where has the week gone?! It's nearly Thursday. I'm trying out a new... substance for my jacked nail. We'll see how it's going to work. I have to give it three months, I think, three months daily. I can do it.

Anyway, I got my Karen's Body Beautiful stuff today and I have to say, after using the Deep Conditioner and the hair milk and the hair butter, that I'm liking it. I don't really like the smell of the luscious pear in the deep conditioner, but I like the conditioner itself. I can always get it in another scent, or unscented. Surprisingly, she did send along samples where I could smell the scent in the form of little lotion tins and I really liked Egyptain Musk. I thought that would be the only one I wouldn't like. I do like all of her scents except Vanilla Lavender. I've never really liked that scent. I adore the vanilla latte, which I did NOT like in the beginning. I thought it was too almony smelling... but it soon morphed into something spicy and citrus-y and yum. And I figure I can mix the pear with the cranberry. The cranberry cocktail smells awesome and the white tea smells like, well white tea. I wasn't surprised with it. It was nice.

Now, I'm awaiting Oyin. I hope that I like it as much. I should be finished with this Karen stuff by the time Oyin arrives. So, for the record: loving the hair butter and the hair milk and the deep condish. Prolly try them in the E. Musk. I got a hair cream and a hair nectar and the luscious locks to try. Oh and the shampoo bar. Yay. Go Black owned businesses, I support you.


Oh and DAY TWENTY ONE!!

My goal is to reach one month and then assess my situation. Am I stable enough to have a little chocolate and not go overboard? How do I feel about cutting out refined sugar as a next step, no sugar in coffee/tea, no white bread, no jelly? Then moving next to less meat. I'm not fat, but I really lost a lot of fat and was pretty gaunt when I cut out meat a while back. It was kinda scary.


And because the counting days works so well for me I'll start another *fingernail* one.

Day One :)

Heroes

I just finished watching the premier episode and have a few thoughts about it.

First.... ZQ looked entirely too thin! Was he filming this during Star Trek? But, I did love his hair. It was gelled and whatnot, but it wasn't the helmet hair he was sporting in the last season. I STILL love spiky haired Sylar, but I don't think he's going to come back. The haircut was forced upon him and he was just making due until it grew back to Gabriel length.

Second.... NO SIGN OF MOHINDER! I mean, wtf? Even Sandra had a brief appearance. So now the show is lily white. Funny though, there were seriously no black people on that show, but the "police recovery group" that Matt was apart of had like 4. What's that saying?

Third.... I didn't give a damn about any of the bland characters. And oh GOD PLEASE!!! Please please please please do not pair Tracy with Noah. Please please. I know he's lonely, but please don't make him make that mistake. For my sanity, please.

Fourth.... Nathan!Sylar unconsciously pulling the coffee mug towards him, noticing, but then unable to draw upon the power consciously. That was a nice touch. And mmmm Sylar in a suit. It was like *BAM!* here's Sylar! Here's Sylar in a suit! Here's Sylar in a suit looking yummy (with yummy hair)!

*Ahem*

BAM!





Fifth.... Sylar had the best line in the whole show! He's taunting Matt in the interrogation room and says, "No wonder Janice is having sex with the pool guy. She's looking for a real man, someone who isn't afraid of power, someone who knows what to do with it." And the way ZQ delivers it is fantastic!

Sixth.... As much as I love you Sylar, you are campy and kinda swishy. Now all we need is the dramatic twirl! Not that, that's a bad thing. He used to be kind of menacing, now... not so much. And what's with the added "Seriously, what's that about... seriously?" to his script? He must have said "seriously?" in question to something Matt was doing and that really didn't sit well with me. I think Sylar is capable of much more eloquence than that. I wonder who's writing this season?

Seventh.... The whole premise seems paltry. So this strange carnival needs to seize not only Hiro, but Tracey, Sylar and Peter for whatever nefarious purposes. *rolls eyes* Though........... this might give us an opportunity to have some Gabriel again, if there is time traveling involved. All I know is that (from the trailer) once they shoot and bury Nathan, it's Sylar that emerges from the grave. That can't be at the end, because the evil carnies want him. So he'll have to show up in the flesh much earlier than the finale. That means, no more Adrian, which I totally don't mind. See you, it was nice knowing you, I think your character has had his run.

So, I give it 2 1/2 out of five stars. I'm not looking forward to the rest of the show... now that I have to actually wait to watch the next episode like the rest of the humans! I am surprised, though that there was no squee at either zqfans, heroesland or team sylar. Are these people asleep, and not playing, or what? I want Team Sylar to win, of course, but it doesn't seem like most of the team is contributing... or even actively talking. Even the mod didn't answer a question that was thrown her way, so I don't know if I can expect competition during this challenge thing. I, for one, am not going to bust my arse trying to participate, if the rest of my team isn't. I'm actually kind of over the excitement of being on Team Sylar, now it's just... "is it january yet?" I think that's when the challenge season is over. *shrugs*

Am right now downloading the two hour Heroes premier. Like I said, I didn't want to sit through watching commercials last night and someone is always ready with the DVR and a passion to upload a copy. LOVES THEM. Oh, speaking of uploading.... FINALLY someone uploaded a reportedly good copy of Star Trek. Says it's a DVD-like rip. So maybe now people won't be using that over cropped version to make all their little fanvids. Yes, Spock does have a top to his head! Uhura didn't really have that problem unless she was in the shot by herself, because everyone was so much taller than she was, we got to see all of her :)

I'm actually feeling pretty good today. I mean after all that stressing over the weekend, I guess I should be. I can't wait to get my Oyin stuff. I wish I was still as excited to get the Karen stuff, but definitely excited about Oyin. I'm even considering taking a drive down to MD for it. But... I'll make myself wait, since I did pay for it online already. I wonder if I can cancel the order if I show up at the store. Or... can I pick up the order if I'm there! That would be even better. I should inquire about that. That is, if I feel up to driving. It is three hours to even get there from here. I might just wait for it. Or, I might get the driving bug and just go, who knows. It's getting colder, so I'm less likely to be inclined to do a lot of driving. In the summer, yes, totally out there, but now... maybe not so much.

I'm just worried that I won't like the products and then I'll be mad since I spent so much. But if I do like them, all the better.




DAY TWENTY

Well, it looks like I missed trouble, which is good. I mean, yay!

I just dropped about 200 dollars on bath and natural hair products at Oyin Handmade and Karen's Body Beautiful. The only thing I don't like about ordering stuff online is that you can't get a good feeling for it, and that you can't smell it, touch it, look at it. So, I'll just take a chance and if I don't like it, I can toss it, or suffer through using it until it's finished. :D But these two shops have gotten such rave reviews that, I suspect that that many people can't be wrong. But, we'll see. Apparently Oyin takes a little while to get the products out, so I expect them sometime next month. I'll give it to the end of the month before I get suspicious. Karen's I expect a little sooner.

I started role playing again. I just happened to pick this girl out of a mass of comments at ontd_startrek and asked if she was still rpging, and if she wanted to with me. Come to find out that we are very compatible. The only thing is that she's really into K/S hard and wants to dismiss Uhura/Spock. *GASPS* Blasphemy. But as long as we concentrate on playing, I think it'll be ok. I'm doing Kirk of all people! I actually like my Kirk and I love her Spock. I can't wait for them to get busy ;) *laughs*


Heroes premiers tonight, but I'll wait until tomorrow when a million people will upload it. I don't want to sit through the commercials! I wonder if ZQ will even show up in the opening ep. That would suck if he doesn't. Just a teeny glimpse? A mention??


DAY NINETEEN! See Even Zoe's happy :)

For a comment fic:

The set-up was simple, really and JJ had planned to take it all in a single continuous camera shot. How could Zach screw up running the length of a 40 foot raised platform? JJ was sure that he wouldn't have a problem with it and he thought nothing of asking Zach not to expect any cuts. After he'd called "action!", JJ bent to watch his actor gracefully flow into motion off screen and then come bounding into view along the length of his marks. He looked good and stayed perfectly in frame until the moment where Zach just disappeared. The crew erupted simultaneously, some shouting out cries of alarm, and the ones closer to the scene rushing forward and onto the set.

The metal grating of the set's floor had been loose for a long time but since it had been so rarely used, fixing it was never high on the maintenance list. Unfortunately, Zach paid for the lax in upkeep as the grating gave way beneath his weight and dropped him ten feet and into the thick nest of wires and computer equipment stored on the floor below.

Zach lay there a moment, staring up at the worried faces looking down at him, and assessed the condition of his body. The fall surprised him more than it hurt him, at least initially and he stretched his long legs out to get some traction amongst the slippery wires. But, when he tried to sit up, a bolt of pain stabbed right into the center of his back. Groaning piteously, he grabbed at his back and lay back again.

"Stay still, Zach!" JJ yelled down to him. "Someone's coming for you. Are you ok? Are you hurt?!"

In lieu of speaking, Zach held up a hand hoping the gesture would assuage his director. The small door at the far end of the room opened and about ten men ran in. Hands closed about his arms and legs and lifted Zach from the bed of miscellaneous equipment. He felt like rag doll being pulled in all different directions until the men finally coordinated themselves and carried him a little more smoothly between them.

The doctor on set found him surrounded by a crowd of onlookers in the makeshift break room. She examined him and gave him he green light that he most likely didn't damage anything too extensively.


tbc

What a nice morning

I guess I'll find out tomorrow, if my honesty at work is going to result in an invalid assay and some trouble. Ha! You know, this was probably one of the times where I should have just lied.

DAY EIGHTEEN

Done with the gif, yay.

Happy Sylar Week!






Mood: Good


DAY FIFTEEN!

EH, not much is going on. I probably should be practicing guitar or writing, but I'm sitting here trying to do any animated gif for a Team Sylar challenge. I have a neat idea, I'm just trying to work out the execution. I think I have it about 80 percent done. I know what I have to do next, but there's a part that I have to complete first before I can... and I'm a bit stuck. I think I can figure out how to work it though. I'm running into a lot of frames and I hope that I won't have a problem with size and what not.


SO in lieu of saying something interesting... I'm pretty much a log this week, here's a photo that I haven't seen before. Zane!Sylar perhaps... wearing some normal clothes?

Cute!











Mood: Relaxed

It's Tuesday, right? Oh, I've made another mistake!

*THIS* is Sylar day ;)








Oh, hell, It's Sylar Week. :)

DAY THIRTEEN!!





Mood: Interested

Ohhhh wait, wait wait. TODAY is Sylar Day. *giggles*










Ok, that's just an excuse to post more pics. ;)


DAY TWELVE!


Mood: Thoughtful

Sylar Day, All Day

Damn lookit him. He's too hot for words.... *drools* You know what saves him from looking too mean are those big brown eyes and that luscious cocksucker mouth. Mmm really, and that he can turn on the wounded puppy dog in a snap.

I noticed that I don't think Gabriel is particularly and stereotypically gay. He struck me as being shy and into his work. Sylar on the other hand, totally gay. And totally gay for Mohinder. I think if Mohinder didn't hate him so much (while being secretly turned on and desiring him) they would have gotten together ;)



Mood: Emphatic

So, I saw the trailer for "Takers". Looks like your pretty typical shoot em up, stealing stuff, stuff exploding and chicks kind of movie. Zoe's in it, but looks like she's "the love interest" again. We see her several times in the trailer and she's got speaking lines every time we see her, but no name in the credits. Chris Brown and some other rapper guy round out the list? Oh hell no. Won't be seeing that. Maybe if it's on the tele, but that's about it. Paul Walker's cute, but I'd be more inclined to see it if Zoe (if she has to be a love interest) was his love interest. Other than that. Meh.


DAY ELEVEN




Mood: Mellow

http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/74370.html?thread=17355650#t17355650

Fic: Peter and the Wolf

More comment fic:

I like these because it allows for practice and stretching of fic muscles. I'm a bit rusty, haven't done it in a while. And because these don't have to be that long.

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"Take some time off," Angela said as she packed a few belongings for her son.

Shoving the rucksack into Peter's arms, she pointed him towards the door.

"Go to the house in the country and just... relax. You could use it. Take care of my garden for me while you're there."

"I don't know how to--," he began lamely, unable to come up with any other excuse that would get him out of going to the vacation house in the woods.

"Oh, tosh," Angela interrupted him. "Now go. The key is in the planter, you'll just need to pick up some food."

Giving his mother one more probing look, Peter sighed and resigned to his fate, he clambered into the waiting car and sat back for the long ride.

The house in the country was just as he remembered; quaint and colorful. In a fit inspired by Marie Antoinette herself, his mother had a small cozy house outfitted with a working farm, acres of meadow and fruit bearing trees as far as he could see. They owned everything that butted up against the dark line of the heavy forest and nothing beyond.

Standing on the back patio with its flat red and black flagstones, Peter surveyed the meadow and then the forest.

It was like night and day, he thought; warm sunny and bright in the open, dark and foreboding where the trees loomed tall. To say the least, it was an interesting combination.

Take care of the garden, rang his mother's words.

There was a metal watering can waiting at the edge of the patio. Peter scooped it up and using the hose at the side of the house, he filled it with cool, clear water. The garden was hemmed in by a delightful white picket fence. At the back edge of the fence was a gate that opened out into the forest. Peter remembered being forbidden to go into the forest through that gate, even if it was just to run down to the river and play with Nathan and the boys. Walking into the garden, Peter stared at that gate and was seized with an urge to go down to the river. He was an adult after all, and there was no one there to stop him. He could go into the forest and still take care of himself. He had faced down worse. Much worse.

Later, he thought. Maybe do some swimming when I get there. But not before getting the watering out of the way.

Not knowing how to tackle the rows upon rows of fresh glistening vegetables and fruits, Peter took in a deep breath and set to work, sprinkling water over everything.

"Well, well. If it isn't Peter Petrelli," chuckled a voice.

Startled, Peter whipped around. He clutched the curved handle of watering can in both hands and frowned at the sight of Sylar, of all people, leaning nonchalantly against the gate that led from the deep woods and into the garden.

He was leaning too close to the lock part of the gate, Peter noticed uneasily. Where had he come from? The woods?

Letting the water pail hang in one hand, Peter tentatively lifted the other in greeting.

"Uh, good morning!"

Sylar shifted his weight, leaning more heavily upon the waist high white door. It creaked a bit beneath him. There was a “Good Bye!” placard gaily painted with red and yellow flowers hanging from the doorknob and it clacked a bit nervously when Sylar bounced against the door.

“Oh, come now, Peter, such formality,” he drawled. “I thought we were friends. We’re neighbors, after all. Twenty miles apart, but neighbors nonetheless.”

Peter let the "friends" comment go right over his head.

"You live around here?"

A queer look came over Sylar's face and a half-grin quirked the corner of his mouth. No, he didn't live around there, but one of his victims did; a sweet old man who practically gave himself up for the slaughter.

"Yes, of course I do. Why would I be all the way out here? Certainly not stalking *you*."

There was a dry mocking tone in Sylar's voice that didn't sit very well with Peter. He wanted to end the confrontation right then and there.

"Well, I don't have time for you so..."

He upended the last of the water onto a particularly healthy tomato plant and turned to walk back to the house to get more water.

If there was one thing Sylar hated, he hated being ignored. He let out a low growl and pressed his full weight against the gate. He watched Peter aimlessly water the plants and his impatience grew and grew.

But, he caught himself.

Where were his manners? Peter wouldn't respond to just any bait, it had to be sweet and selfless and tasty, just like Peter himself. Sylar's mouth watered just from the sight of Peter. So, Sylar smiled his best wolfish smile and waited until he had Peter's attention again.

"Why are you still here?" asked Peter, glancing at Sylar out of the corner of his eye.

He saw the man's long fingers toy idly with the gate's lock.

"I was hoping to be invited in for tea."

"Fat chance," Peter shot back and Sylar's grin lengthened.

"Why not?"

Why not?? Sylar must be insane to think that anything as normal as having tea could take place between them.

Peter stared at him and Sylar waited hopefully.

Sylar then popped the lock and the gate slowly swung open. Peter dropped the watering can.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” he cried in alarm. “You—you’re trespassing!”

Sylar shook his head and gently nudged the door farther open with his knee. Spreading his hands wide, he held his palms upraised as if in supplication. Sylar grinned fully now, his white teeth glinting in the bright sun and his heart picked up speed as he took that first step into the forbidden garden. Delicious.

“There’s no need to get excited, Peter,” he said, his voice low and solicitous. “I just want to… talk.”

As Sylar advanced upon him, Peter stood his ground. Before he knew it, Sylar had reached out, laced his fingers into Peter's hair and had yanked him into a bruising kiss. Peter laughed a bit and threw himself into the kiss. Sylar bit his lip before drawing back. He grinned.

"Why are you here, Sylar?" Peter asked and in return he got that usual enigmatic smile accompanied by an insolent one shouldered shrug.

"Honing my tracking skills," he offered, but didn't sound too convinced himself.

"Yeah, ok, whatever," Peter laughed.

"Now," said Sylar, snatching the watering can from Peter's hand, "how about that... tea? I'm feeling rather... ravenous."

"Fuck the tea, I've got something else in mind. Mom wanted me to relax, so help me to relax."

Sylar's grin returned.

"Lead on, Peter."



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Mood: Working

Whoops, forgot to sign in yesterday. It wasn't like I wasn't thinking about it, I just... didn't. Friday was pretty uneventful. There wasn't really a lot of to do about Sept. 11... I suppose we'll have a lot at the ten year anniversary. This was only 8. Eh...


I think I'm officially overdosed on Heroes... but not on Sylar. I've been doing a lot of Team Sylar related tasks, and jesus if I'm not sick of it. Haha. But, this really had only lead me right back to Roastrip Zane!Sylar/Mohinder.

I really need a long hot shower though to wash away things. I feel tired and grimy, like there is this layer of dirt and fatigue on me that no matter how much I scrub up, it's still there. I dunno... maybe it'll pass.


Oooo DAY TEN




Mood: Weary

Fic: where the wild things are

Sloppily jotted down for the bite sized porn thing :)

Luke had been sent to bed without his supper. Again. But it didn't matter, for he had a stash of chips and sweets under his bed for just such an occasion. Throwing off his street clothes and donning his very secret wolf-suit, he chuckled at his own genius, raided his stash and clambered bed.

That very night as he lay there, his duvet littered with candy wrappers, a forest grew and grew until the ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around.

Startled awake by a far away noise, Luke sat up, blinking and rubbing his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. There was an ocean rolling by where there had been none before and tethered to one side waiting for him was a small wooden boat.

Luke jumped out of bed at the sight and with a cry of delight he dashed to the grassy shore and leapt into the boat. And so he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to a dark and unknown shore.

The bow of the small boat nudged up against a dark and sandy beach and sitting upright, Luke peered up at the dark canopy of trees backlit by a heavy yellow moon. A jolt of fear shot down his spine and he clutched at the edge of the boat. Casting a glance over his shoulder toward the way he'd sailed, Luke contemplated turning around and heading back home.

But, he was a brave boy and he had already come this far. There was no turning back.

So Luke, gathered his courage and shoving the boat higher onto the sand, he fearlessly strode ashore. He pushed through the heavy undergrowth and cut through the foliage until he fell out into a grassy clearing. Beyond the edge of the clearing was an outcropping of rocks next to which was a small camp fire, leather easy chair, book shelves overflowing with books and...

"Who are you?!" roared a voice.

Luke jumped and squeaked a very undignified squeak. The newcomer was tall and dark and looked very angry. He bared his teeth.

Luke braced himself and stared long up into those whiskey brown eyes. He tried the only trick he knew; heat from his fingertips to try and tame the beast, but to no avail.

"That magic trick was um.. supposed to work," he muttered.

The beast frowned and lifted a hand. A flick of his long fingers sent Luke sailing through the air where he lingered for a moment, only to land hard in the dirt.

"That was a magic trick," chuckled the beast as he advanced upon Luke.

Luke scrambled to his feet. Shooting his hands high into the air, he rose up on tiptoe and screamed, "I'll eat you up!"

The beast paused, considered him a moment and then grinned.

"I'd like to see that," said the beast.

The beast lifted him with unseen fingers and set him on his feet. Dusting himself off, Luke gazed at the beast, mesmerized by his magic trick and stepping a little closer, he whispered, "will you teach me that?"

The beast shook his head.

"Then will you at least tell me where I am?"

Again, a shake of the head, this time accompanied by a shrug of his shoulders.

"Your name?"

There was a brief pause.

"Sylar."

Luke ventured to smile. He edged a bit closer and Sylar stepped backwards. As a shaft of yellowy moonlight cut across Sylar's face, Luke took in a breath. The beast was not a beast at all. In fact, Sylar was beautiful. Looking away, Luke squashed down the sudden rise of arousal and fumbled for something to say other than "oh God, fuck me!" As if he'd read Luke's mind, (which he had, of course) Sylar chuckled low in his throat and turned to walk back towards the camp fire.

"C'mon," he beckoned. "Let the wild rumpus start."

-end


DAY EIGHT: NO JUNK FOOD




Mood: Giggly

Wednesday

Ahh... just had a shower, went to a conference instead of work and now I'm starving. I'm trying so hard not to make bad choices with food when I get hungry. I'll eat a nectarine until dinner's ready.

DAY SEVEN: NO JUNK FOOD!

It's been a week. Woot!




Mood: Bleh

Here we go again...

You know what I hate about writing competitions and voting, is that it's easily discouraging if you get no votes. It makes you not want to participate again. So right now, with that drabble contest, there are 8 entries and you have to vote for first, second, third place. Each one of the drabbles got at least one vote, whether first second or third place... except mine. I mean, really? Not one vote out of, so far, 4 people? Was it that horrible? That bleak? I thought it was pretty neat and hopeful. *sighs* I really am not holding out hope that it will get better.

Funny thing, is that you have to say "why" you leave a competition. No, no, I'm not thinking about leaving just yet, but... it'll be on my mind the next time I do the drabbles. *shrugs*

You know, maybe I'm not a good writer. Maybe I'm not as good as I think I am and that would be pretty terrible. I've always enjoyed doing it and when I'd posted on LJ (which is the devil's playground) I usually got a fair amount of feedback. Not the insane amount garnered by bnfs, but... some. Mostly by the same people, but also from a few newbies. I've always wondered why I never got into the insane number of comments that someone else writing the same fandom, and in my opinion the same caliber of writing as mine, did. Hey, I'm the first one to laud someone if they're done well, so I don't think that's the point. I can also see when someone's writing is no better that mine, and that's what hurts the most when they get so much attention and I don't. See, I knew going back to LJ was a bad idea. I knew it. It's bringing all those hurt feelings screaming back. Shit. I don't ever learn, do I.

And what's even more funny, I wouldn't be going on this rant right now if I was winning the drabble contest. I'd be patting myself on the back thinking that I was the greatest. Instead, I'm moping and for what? I'm not going to say that the acknowledgment isn't important, because it is. I wouldn't have entered the contest if I didn't want to win it. I'm going to try not to drive myself nuts with checking the results. The deadline is Saturday. I think I can make it until then.


ETA: Ok, I'm back... I forgot something. I forgot that I was supposed to enjoy writing and I wasn't supposed to care about other's reactions. Well, of course I could care, but I wasn't supposed to let it get me down if I didn't get flowers thrown at my feet. *chuckles* OK, I'm better now. I think I'll go do some bite sized porn.



Mood: Disappointed Better

Damn, these Chucks are comfortable! I never knew. Now I see why people wear them until they're falling apart. I'm just sorry they don't go with everything I own. Well, I suppose they do, but I can't wear them to work everyday.

Had a mini Heroes-athon yesterday. And I had a headache, so I only really opened my eyes during La Quinto moments. He's such an interesting actor. I like what he does with Sylar... he'd a little swishy, and a little menacing and really entertaining, because he's insane and knows how to get what he wants. I didn't get to S3 to watch his spit out the bullet and all, but I'll get there. :)

Speaking of La Quinto... is it me, or does he always sound slightly congested. I'm thinking he's battling a lisp as well for his words sound a bit slurred. Not that it isn't charming, I'm just pointing it out :D

I have a seminar tomorrow, so I won't be going into work. I think it'll be fun. I'll just pick up some lunch from a deli (no chips, or soda, sorry) for lunch. I bought banana chips and some nectarines as nibbly bits in case. I'm hungry. Gum as well.



DAY SIX: NO JUNK FOOD.





Mood: : Good

Jackpot

Rad. Just on a fluke, I stopped by Sears, went into the shoe dept and low and behold, what do I see, marked down to 15 dollars, but brown Chucks. In my size. One pair left. One of those shoes was the display item. I saw the box, opened it up and saw only one shoe. I was like, oh... oh!! Where's the other shoe! Looked up, there it was, tethered by that coily wire thing. So I run and get the sales guy to gimme that shoe! Try them on, walk around and breathlessly rush to the check out.

Fab. When I was looking at these ohh... back in May, they were 44 dollars. Nothing like more than 50% knock-ed off.


DAY FIVE: NO JUNK FOOD!



Mood: : Just because I want to watch Sylar fuck himself... and from that gif, it makes me wonder which one of them would top. I'm thinking it's the one in black.

Insert clever line here

I only make icons in small batches. I pay really close attention to them and find that I only can churn out one to about 5 at a time. I know people can crop one photo at least 100 times and make 100 icons, but I just don't like doing that. I like to use brushes and little designs and words on mine... which is why I can only make a few at a time. Making some team sylar icons, only made three, but I'm really proud of them. So, one of the challenges is to make icons for the team or all of the teams, three each. So now, I have three other teams to do and one for the comm. Beh.

And oh, I am late on this, but I get that Britney Spears song "If you seek amy". It's pretty clever, I think :) I can't stand much of her voice, but I like that song Circus... only because it's associated with a Syloah fan vid. Cute. If I had the patience, and the vidding equipment, I'd love to do one of "Sexy Boy" with Sylar. Appropriate. But I have not vidding talent.

DAY FOUR: NO JUNK FOOD.



Mood: Woot!

Still Saturday

I don't know why I've been getting sleepy so early in the day. It's pretty disturbing to say the least. Who wants to spend their Saturday afternoon napping. I can nap at night... thought I really didn't get much sleep last night. I don't know why. I was dog tired at 8 and then was wide awake at 10. Go figure. OH! The whole "Hostage" movie with La Queento is all the rage on his sites and on LJ. I watched about three seconds into and when he yells "fuck" or some derivative of that word, it makes me laugh. I mean, he scrunches up his face and you know he's got that underbite thing going on and it makes for a lousy face, when he's yelling curses. I couldn't get into it. There was one scene where he's supposedly talking to his limp dick, telling it to get hard so that he can fuck his hostage, or something, or he's going to blow her brains out. I'm like, "wtf?" Come on, ZQ I thought you could be funnier than that.

But, a lot of folks seem to like it saying, "oh he's so dark and violent and so Sylar." And I thought, "meh, I think Sylar had a little more style."

So I haven't bothered to watch it, and I don't feel any loss because of it.


Mood: : Sleepy

Saturday

Refurbished the avatar. I think I like this one better. And it's funny to me because I hear "Weird Science" in my head whenever I say "Team Sylar". They do sound a lot a like.

Feeling good right about now, did some running this morning and my plan to prevent my shin splints is to just take it easy. I'm totally pushing myself too hard way too soon. I just need to cool out and work up to it. So I'm working on a 1/4 to a 1/2 mile at a jog. So this will be good.



DAY THREE: No junk food

(I like doing it this way because it's like prison, where you're scratching the lines out on the wall to mark the days. Yeah, it's a lot like that)


Mood: : Silly

Team Sylar!

Go team, go go go.

*shakes pom poms*

Oh and THREE DAY WEEKEND!

I printed out 4 more issues of The Losers to read. Yay. Heroes marathon? Yes please... but first running at the track, house hunting and NO JUNK FOOD. It's been two days, which is pretty awesome in my book. I've been eating real food and more of it, so that I won't have those cravings that I get when I'm not quite full. Yay for food. *laughs* that sounds so silly.

I must admit that issues 13 and 14 were illustrated by someone other than Jock. I hate, hate, hate the style. It looks like some 50s Superman comic. And one of the few shots of Aisha in it, have her bent over, legs splayed and ass up in the air, while we're looking down her top. Yeah, classy. I hate male artists most times. Jesus.


Day 2: No Junk Food



Mood: : Thrilled

Team Sylar?

All right, this heroesland challenge community seems like fun, but entirely too much work for the level of interest I have in it. *laughs* Now we have to apply for a team rather than just declaring what team you want on, and may or may not get it considering the amount of people wanting on Team Sylar? Um, no. I'm going to apply, but if I don't get TS, I'm not even going to waste my time. Why go on living, if you can't be on Sylar's team? *giggles*


Day 1: No Junk Food




Mood: : umm something

New addition to the madness

*raises hand* I Jungle Julia am a junk food junkie. I love sugar and while I try not to, I gorge on it on a regular basis. *laughs* I'm so glad that I don't gain weight that fast, or I'd be a blimp now! I'm quite fortunate to have a relatively quick metabolism. whew. Anyway, I've been mulling over this vow and I will make it aloud to myself here on my blog. I will give up junk food.

*eerie silence*

I'm serious!

*crickets*

Fine, don't believe me. I'll show you!

Well, in all seriousness, I'm getting on in years and I don't want to be some fat old lady, so I need to take care of it before the problem starts. I must fine substitutes for those delicious hostess orange cupcakes, the moonpies, the snickers, and other delectable sweets. God... this will be so hard. But, it will be worth it in the long run.

*bites fingernails*

So, because it's almost bedtime, starting tomorrow... I... will.... eep... lay off the crap. The only things I'm afraid of, it the cravings will make me eat everything else under the sun, as I search for that thing I'm craving for. You know, when you're wanting chocolate, nothing else will do until you get it. I'm not going to be "oh, no you can't have it, suffer and eat out the whole pantry..." I'll allow a bit of chocolate here and there, but not on the calibre that I've been eating this crap. That'll save me a lot of promise breaking. And the other thing is that I can't have a lot of it in the house, because I'll eat beyond satisfaction. I'll totally scarf down a whole box of milk duds, just because it's sooo good, not because I'm still wanting chocolate and sugar. Yes, that's why they call it addiction. I went cold turkey once before, and it was like those heroin addicts shaking and scratching for a fix. It would have been funny if I wasn't going insane at the time. I don't know what lead me right back into the pit. Well, I'll take that back, I am definitely not as bad as I was, so while I'm still in the pit, I'm not in as deep as I was. It's a start.

Mostly I go nuts around my period, which annoys me even more. First I have to deal with the moods, the bloating the nightmares and the cravings and *then* the pain and the uncomfortableness and the bleeding. It's fun all around. Yeah, not a big fan on this menstrual business.

Well, anyway, I've made the vow, now I have to stick with it. Maybe I should take up smoking.

Oh shin splints have healed, so I can get back to the track. Smarter running so that I won't wreck my shins and knees. Saturday!




Mood: : Pensive

I'm very conscious when it comes to real life issues, but for the life of me, while I read other conscious blogs, I cannot make myself blog about them. I'd rather fangirl the actor/actress of the moment. I jsut want a bit of light heartedness in my own blog. I can go to other places who express my opinons much more eloquently.

Besides, how much fun is it to mull over whether Noah's fucking Gabriel or not.

Secondly, I hate bras. I hate them so much. I'm pretty slim around the ribcage, but the cup size is much larger than what's usually sold with a small band size. So, I'm always wrestling with getting the right fit without spending a mint. I never seem to come out on the right end of things unfortunately, and I just waste my money. I thought I'd found a goldmine with Bravissimo in the UK, but with the conversion from the pound to the dollar, it can get pretty pricey and the few that I bought, they're growing uncomfortable. I've seen bra kits around on the net, and I'm terribly tempted to take a crack at making my own bras. They can't be any worse than the shite I'm paying all that money for, not to fit well... Bleh.




Mood: : Creative

Picspam time!

I love this girl. Seeing her hair always makes me want to straighten my own. But... I like keeping it natural so I won't bother. Though it is as long as hers when stretched :)






















... and something special as well. They are so cute together ;)


















Mood: : Gleeee!