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I want everyone to know that this is me every time someone drops a comment on something I've written:

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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Is there going to be a part 2 for in the line of fire??? Loved part 1.

Yes there will be it’s going to be a whole story stick around to see what happens thank you for the support!

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This scene makes me feral…

The watch, the jaw, the wrist flick, the VEST….🤤

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First Impressions || Behavioral Analysis Unit || Closed Starter

Aaron set his bag down beside the desk, his desk lamp the only light in the office. It was early-- they'd just flown in from Phoenix, and he'd had a couple hours of sleep on the plane. With JJ being out on maternity leave, their media and agency liaison responsibilities fell to him. Despite having been gone over the weekend, the job needed doing. Aaron moved the pile of folders into the center of his desk and sat down, the movement slow, revealing how sore and tired he was. So many requests for help, so few teams to send. A knock on his door echoed through out the office, bouncing off the windows and the stone walls. Aaron looked up from the paperwork, his eyebrows knitting together. At this time of morning? He glanced at his watch before closing the file before him and looking up toward the door. "Enter."

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Writing Requests Open.

I write for the below fandoms, I will do character x reader, or OC x character, but I do not do ships (character x character) I will do smut if asked.

Criminal minds

Peaky blinders

Marvel

Dc

Merlin

Lucifer

Brooklyn 99

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In The Line Of Fire - Aaron Hotchner

Summary: In the aftermath of tragedy, a haunted ex-MI5 sniper finds herself thrust into the world of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Diana Taylor, grappling with the ghosts of her past, is drawn into the fold by an unexpected ally: the absent Jason Gideon, whose abrupt departure leaves a void within the team. As she navigates the complexities of her new role, she encounters Aaron Hotchner, the stoic leader of the BAU, whose apprehension towards her being in the team is palpable. Meanwhile, Hotchner finds himself grappling with his own demons, recently divorced and struggling to balance the demands of work with his desire to be present for his son. Diana's presence becomes a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. Her sharp intellect and unyielding determination offer a glimmer of promise in the face of uncertainty, her resilience a testament to the strength forged in the crucible of adversity. However, beneath Diana's exterior lies a streak of self-sacrifice that often leads her into dangerous territory Aaron Hotchner often finds himself at odds with her reckless nature.

Content Warning for graphic violence and future smut, this is part one of a series posted on Wattpad and Ao3.

Chapter One- Doubt

Gideon was acutely aware of the price his job demanded from him, a realisation that had taken root in him since his earliest days as a young, ambitious agent climbing the ranks of the FBI. He knew, deep down, that one day the weight of it all would become too much to bear; The doubt, the judgement, the ever-looming cloud of anxiety that settled in the pit of his stomach was a burden he carried with him every day.

Sitting in the dimly lit room of his cabin, the pen in his hand felt heavier than usual, each stroke of ink carrying the weight of a thousand more words he wished  he could say, with each carefully constructed word, every letter meticulously formed, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his own responsibility, the lives he held in his hands with each case. Sarah. Her memory hung heavy in his mind.

“I just don't understand any of it anymore, I'm sorry.”

The outside of the cabin shrouded in a blanket of darkness, with only a warm, dim glow emanating from the front window and a subtle glow from a put out cigarette on the porch. Gideon moved silently through the cabin, his steps cautious as he gathered his belongings; His decision to leave the BAU stirred a hopeful feeling, no matter how much the letter in his palm caused his hands to shake as he placed it on the table. An unpleasant sensation crawled up his spine, the feeling of being watched.

"Diana."

Gideon turned, his gaze searching the darkness until he spotted her form nestled in the shadows. He hadn't expected to find her here, in this remote corner of the world where he sought solace amidst the chaos.

"Diana" he repeated more accusatively, his voice tinged with surprise. "What are you doing here?" She always had an intimidating presence despite her petite frame; there was a certain intensity to her dark eyes, the combination of her sharp angular features and long dark curls adding to her unwavering ability to command the space around her.

Diana remained seated, her posture relaxed yet alert as she regarded him from across the room with a simple nod as her hand gestured for him to sit down. "You’re being stupid right now Gideon" she replied simply, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken words between them. Gideon nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes as he took in the gravity of her words. He had always admired her tenacity, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her finding him, oddly a sense of relaxation soothing the doubts he was feeling washed over him.

“You always had such good potential in MI5 Diana.” He started deflecting from her statement, sitting opposite her leaning forward, his hands grasping together.”you’ve been here six years, an agent for five” he paused before continuing again “Tell me why do you go from an agent to a bounty hunter”

“Shit goes south” She trailed off momentarily in remembrance “At least I'm trying” Her voice harsh, glancing up at him looking at his posture.

Gideon leaned back, absorbing her words with a thoughtful expression. "Trying to what, Diana? Find your version of Justice?" he asked, his tone gentle yet probing. "Or trying to escape what happens when you close your eyes?"

Diana's gaze flickered, a hint of vulnerability slipping through her facade of stoicism. "Both, maybe," she admitted with a small scoff and a smile, her voice softer now, tinged with a note of resignation. "But mostly, I'm trying to get out, I don't need the bullshit rules and regulations of federal investigations."

Gideon nodded in understanding, she was almost like a mirror reflection of himself after ‘The Boston Shrapnel Bomber’. "I know the feeling," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But running away won't make them disappear, Diana. Sometimes you have to face your demons head on."

Diana met his gaze, her eyes darkening with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. "And what about you, Gideon?" she challenged, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Are you facing your demons, or are you just running away?"

Gideon's expression hardened, a flicker of pain crossing his features before he quickly masked his expression into a mask of melancholy. "I'm not running away, Diana," he replied firmly, his voice tinged with endearment. "I'm choosing to step away, to find a different path, maybe I'll finally find peace."

Diana studied Gideon's resolute expression, a fond absolute smile on his face. “And I want you to move on and find stability again. That's why I sent a letter to Daniel Mikealson, and Erin Strauss recommending you as a Sniper and geographical profiler for the BAU” 

Her face fell momentarily “You know I left that shit behind, I can’t go- I can’t do it again-” she pressed her fingers into her temples “Why Gideon, why the hell would you do that?”

“Help yourself out please Join the FBI, you have this chance to change everything not many people get a second chance and even less have your strength Diana.” Her harsh gaze faltered, her mouth opening and then closing as if she was going to say something “Strauss will contact you soon.”

Diana nodded, her expression solemn as she took in the weight of his words. She knew she couldn't convince him to stay, couldn't erase the scars that still haunted him from years of hunting monsters in the darkest most depraved corners of humanity. But she also knew that while he believes it's her atonement that that sort of work is also how she ended up falling so far from grace.

"I still think you’re being thick.” She stated plainly, with a certain affection a single raised eyebrow.

“Promise you’ll answer that damn phone call.” He moves forward on his chair placing a warm hand on her exposed shoulder squeezing it tightly, his eyes glimmering with an indistinguishable emotion.

She sighed, almost groaning “I’ll think about it.” She says her eyes falling to the floor, her tone softer than ever.