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A PSA, mainly for my own reference.
None of the shows I watch in real-time (or, well, in torrent-delayed real time, or torrent- and attention-span-delayed real time, or... anyway) is airing new episodes right now. I imprinted largely on dead shows, so it mostly just feels like time to catch my breath (i.e. watch more CSI: New York!) but, anyway. Everything is (allegedly) coming ( Read more... ) -
Somehow, this is all Molly's fault. I mean it.
Yep. CSI: New York.
Danny/Flack. PG. 1,270 words. Season 2-ish, because I've only seen up to 2x11, so please don't explain to me how this is rendered anticanonical by 2x12. *g*
Big thanks to iuliamentis for letting me rabbit on about some show she hasn't seen, and missmollyetc for hand-holding, cheerleading, betaing, and not quite getting me to title this story ( Read more... ) -
Lest anyone think that my fannish attention span lasts more than a few hours.
Okay so I have a new fandom. I ADMIT IT.
After the little incident on Saturday when I got completely traumatized by a CSI:NY fic series ending on a sad note (but! as it turns out! the series isn't over! hope is rekindled!) I spent several hours jonesing for MORE CSI:NY which, for various pathetic reasons, I could not lay my hands on ( Read more... ) -
This is not part kazillion of the warnings debate.
I'm not saying that people have some kind of obligation to warn for sad endings.
I'm just saying that I'm going to go curl up in the fetal position and cry now. As soon as I'm done taking all the CSI:NY discs off my Netflix queue, because I don't think I have the heart anymore.
Oh Mac and Danny, why could you not just be eating waffles together ( Read more... )