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bedlamsbardReason 1: I'd just written up a whole LJ entry, including CSI: NY fic I'd transcribed from what I'd handwritten into a notebook and original fic I wrote straight from my head into LJ. It is all now gone.
Reason 2: I was almost done downloading a trailer for the Chronicles of Narnia that had taken me three days of loading to get this far. It is all now gone.
Reason 3: The piece of crap randomly decided to shut down the Internet.
Reason 4: As if that's not enough, now it's having one of those days where it's not loading images on the Internet. PIECE OF CRAP.
*strangle* Fucking piece of crap.
Here's the Danny drabble I wrote, post-"The Closer", Snafu/New York Minute-verse:
He keeps his secrets. Keeps them safe, deep inside of him and hidden where the world can't see. Sometimes they threaten to overwhelm him, spill out of him in an endless flow of words that will leave only a shapeless caricature of himself.
Y'wanna know how I know so much about Tanglewood? he thinks about saying to Mac. Because when I was fourteen I ran off to join up because I wanted to fucking belong and they wanted me for me. For being Danny Messer.
But that's not right.
They wanted me because I was Don Luciano Constantine's grandson and Val Constantine's nephew. Because I'd be Constantine if Val died.
He almost tells Aiden the why and how of his broken wrist, but he manages to close his mouth on the words before they spill out. Because Curly caught me after a game and he wanted me to suffer.
Why did you get out of Tanglewood, Danny?
Because when I was eighteen Vinnie Patriso killed a cop in front of my eyes. Because I testified against him in court and the verdict came back not guilty. Because at least half my blood is blue.
Reason 2: I was almost done downloading a trailer for the Chronicles of Narnia that had taken me three days of loading to get this far. It is all now gone.
Reason 3: The piece of crap randomly decided to shut down the Internet.
Reason 4: As if that's not enough, now it's having one of those days where it's not loading images on the Internet. PIECE OF CRAP.
*strangle* Fucking piece of crap.
Here's the Danny drabble I wrote, post-"The Closer", Snafu/New York Minute-verse:
He keeps his secrets. Keeps them safe, deep inside of him and hidden where the world can't see. Sometimes they threaten to overwhelm him, spill out of him in an endless flow of words that will leave only a shapeless caricature of himself.
Y'wanna know how I know so much about Tanglewood? he thinks about saying to Mac. Because when I was fourteen I ran off to join up because I wanted to fucking belong and they wanted me for me. For being Danny Messer.
But that's not right.
They wanted me because I was Don Luciano Constantine's grandson and Val Constantine's nephew. Because I'd be Constantine if Val died.
He almost tells Aiden the why and how of his broken wrist, but he manages to close his mouth on the words before they spill out. Because Curly caught me after a game and he wanted me to suffer.
Why did you get out of Tanglewood, Danny?
Because when I was eighteen Vinnie Patriso killed a cop in front of my eyes. Because I testified against him in court and the verdict came back not guilty. Because at least half my blood is blue.