ryuutchi

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 20:50:22 GMT

Huh. No one has yet posted the SPN fandom breakdown relating to this past episode to CW or F_W.

Should I, shouldn't I...

DAILY BIBLE VERSE

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 06:05:13 GMT

Hi! It's been a while.

I was talking to harrylovesron earlier about bible verses. Here, have one of my current favorites:

When men strive together one with another, and the wife of the one draweth near for to deliver her husband out of the hand of him that smiteth him, and putteth forth her hand, and taketh him by the secrets: Then thou shalt cut off her hand, thine eye shall not pity. (Deut. 25:11-12)

ENJOY!

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:18:09 GMT

Tell me to stop obsessively refreshing my email in hopes that someone has commented on my new Heroes fic.

Argh.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:07:06 GMT

How interesting. Clearly, Anil Dash has either learned something or knew more than was apparent during the SA/LJ blow up.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 30 May 2008 01:34:29 GMT

I was trying to check the spn_summerlove fic exchange page and accidentally misspelled it "spn_sumerlove". And now I'm trying to figure out what sort of Supernatural story you could have that's set in ancient Mesopotamia. Maybe in the city of Ur, on the banks of the Euphrates.

No, I don't know. My brain is weird when i have to work 13-hour days.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 16 May 2008 20:38:59 GMT

I give up. On Supernatural, on the fandom, on certain people who don't understand that the world does not revolve around what they would do in a particular situation.

Note: Spoilers for the last episode of SPN in the link. But mostly I just need to point out that Ataniell is a raging douche. IF I watch any more of the show, I'm gonna watch it at home. But I think she may have killed it for me.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 05:11:14 GMT

So the weekend's been fun. I blew off leading the family seder because it looked like no one actually wanted to perform the ritual besides me, and went to a religious friend's place. Five people, but so much fun. A couple glasses of wine loosened everyone up and we all eventually made fun of the haggadah. And had philosophical conversations about God's reasons for killing Egyptians. And debated the age of certain Talmudic rabbis at length.

Not often I'm with a group of people and more than half now and are willing to sing the grace after the meal with me (and know the Hebrew school tune. :D)

Sunday I went to the Cherry Blossom Festival, which was mostly awesome. I ended up handing out the consolation prizes for the costume contest and got a full set of teeny Naruto plushies, a couple of keychains and a huge Cat-Kyo plush for the trouble. Me and friends hung out, people watched, bought shit we had no money for (well, okay, I bought mom some pieces of fabric, and myself food.)

I apparently scared my ex-roomates too. It's been a year since they kicked me out and we've only been at one other event together, and pretty much successfully avoided each other there. I turned around yesterday, noticed one of the exes and nudged my friend (I wasn't paying attention and thought he was someone else.) He caught me looking, grabbed the others, who were sitting next to him, and immediately took off. I feel like I should be amused that I have that much power over them.

After that, we all went to Pika Pika, which is a store that has all of these Japanese photobooths, the kind that are uber-expensive and elaborate and you can choose the background, and four or six of the ten pictures, and then decorate the pictures after. There are several pictures that feature My Boobs because I was wearing a really low-cut top and a bra that kind of sucked.

And then dad took me and mom out to eat at this nice restaurant that serves a Passover menu during the holiday, and did a Two-Minute Seder mom found online. Our servers were deeply amused by that. We ended up giving the printed out seder thing to our waitress because she liked it.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 07:47:54 GMT

You know, I'm having a few moments of schadenfreude over the whole IJ fuck-up. After all the people who decided to leave LJ because they couldn't trust them, and look how wonderful Squeaky is (ignore how ugly the site is), and he'll never betray us, and his site runs so well-- and now look.

Possibly I'm even more amused since Lightning War, Ataniell's MASSIVE game, just moved over to IJ because LJ ~~betrayed them, just like JKR~~ is all sucky now, and they are "very attached to the idea that when they wake up in the morning everything in their game will be where they left it." If the server death deleted a fuckton of the LW stuff, I will LOL and LOL. She talks about that game way too much. I need the schadenfreude to stay sane.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 23:28:45 GMT

What the fuck is wrong with Livejournal NOW?

Also, I'm prety sure the webcomic Wicked Alchemy has ripped off my favorite tabletop RPG, In Nomine (for some reason I can't find a site with a rundown of all the angels and demons, so you could see that the angelic and demonic types are pretty much identical to the comic's.)

I'm bewildered, and not sure if I should tell someone.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 17:40:30 GMT

I'm pleased with today. Because I was talking to Sep last night, he reminded me today was April Fool's. So I turned my girlfriend's layout obnoxiously pink (and made a post that other people responded to, thus insuring she'd see.) And then I overthrew my fellow moderators on topmodel in a glorious Communist revolution!

... although that was totally spur of the moment, and I didn't do much besides de-mod everyone and turn the background of the comm eye-bleedingly red.

All in all, good day! And now to go get the new Dresden Files book. :D

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 09:34:40 GMT

I knew I should have just ignored those "feminist" blogs and gone to bed. But no, I had to go look. Anti-porn-- okay, I can sort of understand it, even if I totally and utterly disagree. Anti-prostitution-- I think they're fucking over truly great feminist movements towards de-criminalizing prostitution and making it the sort of job where women DON'T have to get raped and beaten without anywhere to turn, but... I suppose I see where they're coming from.

But god, the AGEISM. I went looking and apparently, since most feminists my age are pretty pro-porn and pro-sex work, we don't understand feminism and it's been watered down by patriarchal institutions (nevermind that I'm somewhere between bisexual and lesbian, my grandmother and great-aunt were feminists and socialists who knew Emma Goldman, and my mother was a DIE-HARD second-wave feminist-- of course my mother also married a man, so what does she know?) I just... it's not so much that that's the worst thing the group said, not with the weird race, class, sex, and gender biases, so much as it is sort of the straw that broke the camel's back. Just seeing how little respect these women have for the experiences of people who are coming from a different place... it turns my stomach.

I hope someone punches me in the face if I ever turn into that sort of activist.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 08:10:34 GMT

I don't think there's anyone in the SF/bay area who reads this journal but not my LJ, but I figure a pimp here couldn't hurt.

I'm planning to run a theater-style LARP for between 5-12 people sometime in the next few weeks. I don't know if I have enough people and I'd love to have new people in my games. If you or someone you know is interested, see this post in my LJ.

Whu?

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 00:37:59 GMT

RE: Supernatural

All of Dean's problems stem from the yellow-eyed demon barbecuing mommy, and none of it comes from John's parenting skills (or lack thereof)? Bwuh? Really?

I mean, at their root, I suppose they all really come from YED killing mom, because if mom was alive, presumably Dean would have had a normal home life, but still. Just because YED was the catalyst you'd think John's occasionally ~~odd~~ ~~douchetastic~~ misplaced parenting decisions would still be part of the equation.

Shameless pimping!

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 19:24:46 GMT

I am a shameless ho for Sweet Charity this round!

I've offered up two fics of 2000 words in any fandom I know, at any rating, with any pairing. (I will even write Milo/Adrian! And Sam/Dean and-- ANYTHING! :D) I'm easy, a real floozy for charity.

I've also offered up either two dozen cookies of any type or two dense chocolate cake loafs. Yay, baking!

Because people are awesome and bidding all over the place, the server's going up and down like a yo-yo, but by this evening it should be working at full capacity (I hope).

Should somebody pimp this thing in fandom_lounge?

Oh thank you, Snarkman, for saving me from my squee!

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 17:10:26 GMT

Oh gosh, how could I have been so wrong? I certainly shouldn't have been showing off something that was created especially for me and that I enjoyed! I should have been shamed into silence because it's a terrible fanvid and anyone could have done better (nevermind that Dresden Files is not that popular and making vids really isn't that easy...)

It's a locked post, but since it's my lock I feel there's no problem reproducing the comment here. >:(

(RE: the Dresden Files fanvid that I was pimping)
Nerdfury:
Two questions burn at the forefront of my mind, and I'm unsure which is more prevalent - how is this a 'prize' and how is this 'good'? Or a good prize?

It's a poorly spliced together amalgamation of scenes that happen to contain Morgan, to an alright song. There's no attempt to make it relevant to the song, or lip-sync, or animate it. It's just random scenes to a mildly related song. You can do it with five minutes of Windows Movie Maker.

I... wut? I mean, I'm perfectly willing to admit that it's not as technically accomplished as some vids I've seen. But it was made for me, with a song I like, about a character who really gets no love in the fandom. What was up with the negativity?

Of course, looking at his profile page he apparently takes solace in being an asshole under the cover of "snark" and "being cynical" so there is that.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 06:44:31 GMT

chicafrom3, the awesomest vid-maker to ever win the internets made me a Dresden Files vid during the last round of Sweet Charity, so here it is (description shamelessly stolen from Chica's journal):

Title: Straighten Up And Fly Right
Vidder: chicafrom3
Song: Straighten Up And Fly Right
Artist: Dianne Reeves
Fandom/Characters: The Dresden Files - Warden Morgan
Description: Morgan is Not Impressed.

Vid can be found [HERE] or at Chica's journal.

I am amazed and pleased-- my only contributions were to bid in the auction, ask for a Morgan vid, and suggest the song. I am in awe, y'all. Mmmm, Morgan ♥

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 21:00:11 GMT

I need your opinions, my friends.

You see in this LJ post about the whole daily_deviants miscegenation stupidity, I mentioned a book I found at the Stanford library: Interracial Dating Guide For Black Women Who Want to Date White Men by Adam White (psued.)

I had to return the book when I left the Stanford job, but the guy must have been googling his name or something, because yesterday I got an email from him.

New Book Available in late January 2008 on Amazon.com

"The White Man's Guide To Dating Black Women"
by Adam White
ISBN-13: 978-1435702899

Review copies available in pdf format,
request from author: [email redacted to protect the stupid]

The author of this new book is also the author of:
"The White Man's Guide To Dating Black Women" (1999)
ISBN: 1581128002, also available on Amazon.com

Excerpts of this new book can be read online at:
www.lulu.com/content/1360573

Since he offered me an email address where I could request a "review PDF" of his new book, The White Man's Guide to Dating Black Women, I took him up on the offer and asked if I could get a copy.

He sent me one. Just now. And I am really tempted to post a bunch of choice excerpts and make a lot of fun of him.

Question is, y'all, should I? I mean, he must have gotten my email from somewhere-- I'm not on any email lists that he might have spammed. That link above is the only place I remember mentioning him even in passing.

So should I make fun of him where he can see? Or should I just pass around this PDF (if you want it, just ask) so other people can see it?

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 20:11:46 GMT

Random thing that's probably not news to anyone else:

David Anders is younger than both Milo and Masi.

For some reason I find this amusing.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 01:48:10 GMT

I'm pretty sure I'd get the stink-eye for posting this in fandom_lounge or random_lounge, so here's good.

I don't know how many of you guys have watched America's Next Top Model, but elysesewell, America's Third To Next Top Model (first season), sexy geek, and blogger just dumped her boyfriend (Martin Crandall, of the hipster band, The Shins) for getting drunk and trying to beat her.

Oh yeah, and he accused her domestic abuse too so she got to go to jail for the night and learn interesting things... like that all the guards watched ANTM.

I just felt like it was something people might be interested to know. (Oddly, her post is still amusing-- girl's got flair.)

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 18:10:43 GMT

Stupid Spoilerfix.com got my hopes all up for there being a new Supernatural last night. It's had the first date of the after-hiatus episodes as "Januray 3rd" for MONTHS. Apparently, though, they were wrong, and now I'm pouty because I still haven't watched the Christmas episode (because I hate Christmas specials unless they involve Lex Luthor somehow) and I want an episode that I know won't make me flinch and/or yell at my computer screen... at least, won't make me flinch because of my irrational dislike of Christmas specials, anyway.

SupernaturalWiki says the next episode is 1/31/08.

... I don't want to wait that long. D:

In other news, I bought the first season boxset of SGA because it was half-off at Suncoast. No Ronon, but I hear the show is cheesetastic. I ♥ cheese.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 16:42:15 GMT

So apparently SWMNBW was banned from LJ for trolling and has decided not to come back.

That's who they're talking about here, right?

Don't mind me. I'm trying to keep my mind off the fact that my girlfriend is leaving town today and I have to be at work. And she was sick last night. D:

Fic Drabble: Low Down Dirty Shame

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 11:10:20 GMT

Title: Low Down Dirty Shame
Author: ryuutchi

"We're never talking about that. Ever," Matt grumped. Nathan straightened up with a grimace, trying to work the kinks out of his back and nodded.

Three hours later, they were at a press conference Matt had helped organize. Nathan was less than halfway through his speech about evolved humans when three shots rang out and Nathan crumpled to the floor in his brother's arms.

Peter was all tears, and it might have been slightly mean, but after "Well, this is going to be a bitch to clean up," Matt's second thought was "Oh good, he won't ever talk about it."

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 16:57:38 GMT

I find it a little bewildering when people I know from elsewhere join (or are members of) my America's Next Top Model community. I mean, yes, topmodel is the biggest ANTM communtiy on LJ, but the show is my guilty little pleasure and I never expect other fandom people to be interested in it. I get all weirded out.

In other news, I'm almost done with all my fic exchange fics! jbbs was finished on Tuesday night and I've just about finished my Yuletide. (If any of y'all are online right now and willing to do a quick read-through for me before I have to submit it at 11:55 EST, I'd love you forever-- email me at ryuutchi @ gmail . com. I'm being paranoid about my writing again.)

Now all that's left is Pretty Lights and Seasonal Marvels. And I may scrub Seasonal Marvels and do fanart for it instead.

Fic: Face-Making

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 20:52:35 GMT

Title: Face-Making
Author: ryuutchi
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Angela Petrelli/Adam Monroe (Takezo Kensei)
Word count: 2,085
Author’s Note: This was written for the undermistletoe Harlequin Week Challenge (Prompt: The Executive's Surprise Baby)

Sneaking into the Company's prison facility probably should have been harder then it was, but Angela Petrelli wasn't much one to let little obstacles like security guards and steel walls get in her way. She didn't want anyone to know about her visit-- not her husband and certainly not Robert Bishop. So she slipped around a back way she'd learned of when their group had chosen that specific building. It took some doing and a bit of "convincing" one of the security guards that he should let her go by, but she managed to work her way in. Once inside, no one particularly cared who she was so long as she ignored them and strode down the claustrophobic hallways like she owned them.

She knew for a fact her destination wasn't guarded. Angela thought it foolhardy to ignore the room's contents the way Bob tried to, but she could almost forgive him. The man tried to pretend he wasn't frightened. Angela knew better. She was terrified by the room's contents. Terrified, fascinated, and a little bit irrationally in love with one Adam Monroe.

Angela had never liked Adam, not since the first day he barged into her husband's office, Daniel Linderman in tow, and demanded a meeting. It had been the expression in his eye when he looked at her—like she was less than nothing, letting his gaze sweep over her and back to Arthur—that made the first bloom of heat rush up her cheeks and her fists clench to keep from reaching out and convincing him to throw himself off a rooftop for her. She kept her tongue, and played the dutiful wife, fingers digging into her palm every time Adam's bright blue eyes skimmed over her like she was just a piece of furniture. Her husband and Daniel at least glanced her way for approval every so often, but Adam, the way he would hop out of his chair and pace over to the set of earlier Edo period swords hanging on the wall, coming close enough to touch, never seemed to even care that she existed. It twisted her up until she wanted to rake her nails across his angular face.

It took her until the third meeting, just Adam, Arthur and her that time, in the Petrelli's sitting room to figure out why the men leaned in to smile at him as soon as he walked through the door and listened attentively to every word he said. That was the first time Adam deigned to notice her, sharp blue eyes pinning her down, and a mocking smile pulling at the edges of his lips. The heat came back in full force, but instead of rushing up her neck and over her cheeks, it pooled somewhere low in her belly. Her fists clenched again, the usual anger at being relegated to part of the surroundings muting for that suddenly, painfully bright moment. And then he dismissed her again and the anger bubbled back up, all more intense for being briefly illuminated.

That was then. Now... now, she still hated Adam Monroe, but she was more cognizant of her reasons. Angela's hand snaked across her stomach, rubbing the still-flat plane that wouldn't stay flat very long. She swallowed hard, silently scolding herself for the way her heart raced at the thought of opening the cell door, for just one moment letting the insane, insanely charismatic, murderous bastard have a glimpse of the outside world. Every sense seemed to awaken, her muscles rattling with the shock of fear and anticipation that came with the very idea of sliding into the cell and looking directly into Adam's eyes again.

She could imagine what Adam would say, the way his lips would curl in that dry smile and the way his accent would wrap around his words when she walked in. "They sent a new piece of art down," he'd say, "I was getting bored of the blank walls. I suppose this is better than nothing." That was better. Angry heat loosened the knot settling in her stomach.

Anger had always been her refuge from Adam. She had to hate him for charming his way into her life. But the second time he looked at her, really looked at her, piercing eyes pinning her as firmly as a pin in a butterfly, she stumbled from the way desire boiled over, making her legs threaten to give out. Adam seemed to know his effect, because he caught her in strong, lanky arms, pressing them both against the wall in a swift movement. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other brushed hair from her face. His hands were warm and dry-- Angela swallowed thickly, turning her head into the touch without really intending to. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Petrelli," Adam said, voice smooth and pleased in her ear, "I hope you're all right." It was all wrong as far as Angela was concerned, the way they were pressed together, the way she could feel how strong he was, despite his deceptively wiry frame, but her voice seemed to have been lost, and she made a low sound, clutching at Adam's shoulders.

His lips brushed down the shell of her ear, and Adam lay his cheek against her neck, hot breath gusting over the sensitive skin. Angela bit back a moan but couldn't help the way her hips arched a little. "Well, aren't you eager," Adam laughed into her neck and let go.

Angela's first thought was to feel bereft, cold. But her second was to throw something heavy at his head. Adam was saved from a large dent to the skull only by the lack of objet d'art near at hand. So instead he smiled and gave her that look which had become far too common, the one where he dismissed her as unworthy of note, and completely forgot about her. The anger returned tinged with a vicious hatred, and dug in deep.

She clung to her anger as she stepped into his cell. Blank gray concrete with steel fixtures, nothing that could be used as a weapon. Nothing to break the monotony. And Adam lay sprawled on the metal cot in a thin cotton t-shirt and loose white pants, one hand flung over his face. He sat up sharply when she let the door slam shut, clearly startled, and Angela let a smile slip out at the shock that skittered across his face before he composed himself. "Angela. Come to laugh?"

"I'm pregnant," she replied bluntly.

"You look it," he responded, lying back on the cot.

She stiffened, lips pressing together and he smirked at her from under pale lashes. "It's yours," she said.

Adam sat up again. Angela steeled herself against the way his blue eyes tore into her, crossing her arms defensively across her chest. "Does Arthur know? That his beloved, obedient wife is a bloody trollop?" he said, thin lips twisting with disgust. Hurt soured the mix of emotions raging through her veins-- she should have known he could do that. It wasn't the old-fashioned word, sounding perfectly at home on his tongue, but instead the skin-flaying tone of voice that made her iron-clad control fray dangerously. She knew it must be obvious how much she hated him, her cheeks burned with an angry blush and she could barely hold herself back from jumping at him to tear out his mocking tongue with her own hands.

"As much as he knows that his old friend slept with almost everyone in our group but him," she said.

"What makes you think it was everyone but him?" Adam bared his teeth in a mirthless smile and Angela couldn't stand it. All the rage and fear and pain warring in the pit of her stomach seethed up and out. With a wordless snarl she crossed the space between them in the blink of an eye, grabbing for his throat. On his feet in that instant, Adam grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head with a none-too-gentle jerk, leaving Angela growling and struggling in his grip. "You can't hurt me, sweetheart, even if you want to." She hissed something incomprehensible, not quite sure herself what she'd been intending to say, and swung her foot at his crotch.

With an easy movement, Adam threw her into the wall. The impact knocked the wind and fight out of her and she braced herself against the concrete, trying to catch her breath. Before she could manage to regain her balance, Adam was on top of her again, his lips bruisingly hard against hers, biting and sucking on her lips, angry and horny, and more than a little vicious. She arched up against him, kissing back, all sharp teeth, hot lips, and sucking on his tongue until she couldn't stand it and bit down hard. Angela tasted the iron of his blood, then he moved his head, sucking a line of brutal kisses down her throat hard enough to leave red marks that would last for days. Sliding her hands up under the loose cotton shirt, she dug her sharp nails into the soft skin of his back, smiling in triumph at the quiet hiss of pain against her shoulder. Her triumph was short-lived.

"You're a piece of work," Adam said, voice laced with a groan. Angela's legs spread almost instantly when he insinuated his knee between her thighs, putting tantalizing pressure where she most wanted him. He shoved her harder, dragging her skirt up with one hand, and Angela hitched her leg high on his waist, feeling his cock press, burning hot, against the inside of her thigh as she rocked against him.

Angela cursed him out, her voice going hoarse from suppressed moans. "Adam, dammit, Adam," she started, but apparently he'd had enough, and reached down, pushing her panties out of the way and sliding two fingers inside of her, his thumb pressed against her clit in a way that made her writhe and moan pitifully. She wanted to curse him out more, tell him to stop dicking around, but Angela wasn't sure she could put together an entire coherent sentence so she lunged up, capturing Adam's lips for another desperate, bruising kiss, one that he eagerly lost himself in too. Unwilling to lose the advantage, he twisted his fingers, doing something inside her that made her keen into the kiss and hitch her leg higher.

She could barely think coherently from wanting more than his fingers inside her, so she all but fucked herself on his slender-fingered hand. "Easy, girl," Adam laughed, mockery wrapping around every syllable, but the way he shoved his pants down, grabbed her hips under her skirt and thrust inside, almost lifting her off the ground, was testament to how much he wanted her. For a few moments, Angela could barely breath, let alone think, so she dragged her nails so hard into his back that she could feel the sticky wetness of blood. The next moment Adam was fucking her against the wall with bruising force, like he had to show her who was in control and would never have another chance.

Adam left his marks on her, and Angela bit and scratched, trying to leave her own marks as they built to a climax. She came hard, spasming around him. A moment later he joined her, hands squeezing painfully on her flesh.

Angela remembered the last time Adam touched her-- it wasn't gentle, Adam had never been a gentle man. He liked to bait her, get her mad and then pin her down and helpless. But that time he'd been almost solicitous, like he'd known that would be the last time in comfort. It was impossible for Adam to have known what his group of disciples was planning, but he'd cupped her breasts, sucked on her nipples and fucked her on his hand before fucking her for real. He hadn't left bruises that time. He'd left something more real.

She adjusted her clothing and stepped back towards the door. "You're never going to see me again," she told him, the newly acquired personal space lending her the strength to settle her usual no-nonsense mask back in place. "And I wanted to let you know personally that you'll never see your son." With those words, and barely a glance at Adam's slouched form on the bed, she turned on her heels and left the cell.

ryuutchi@gmail.com — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 19:22:14 GMT

Oh god why won't this fic write itself? D: D: D:

(I have a Heroes fic due for undermistletoe tomorrow, and it's not done and oh god oh god oh god D:)

Dammit, Angela, just have sex with Adam! How hard is that?

My prompt was The Magnate's Marriage Demand or The Executive's Surprise Baby. I have no idea what I'm doing. it seemed like a good idea at the time...