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Reblog if you want your followers to tell you which fictional character you remind them of.

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(Anonymously) tell me what character I have the same energy as

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Derek: I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn’t working!

Emily: Flip the phone over and press 6!

Derek: Genius!

Spencer: *Stops choking momentarily* What the heck?

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listen. if u like/reblog my posts fairly frequently, u better believe that i have noticed ok. even if we don’t ever talk. if we aren’t even mutuals! doesn’t matter. i see you. i see your URL pop up in my notifications every so often. and when it does? oh, when it does……… i’m like “oh hey there’s my buddy! gee i sure missed u pal!” and i get real happy for a minute ok. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

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to all the bloggers who reblog,

to all the bloggers who create,

to all the bloggers who write,

to all the bloggers who share,

to all the bloggers who appreciate,

to all the bloggers who read,

to all the bloggers who encourage,

THANK YOU.

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Anonymously - or not - tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer.

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dont hate me but. black beauty.

i looked it up bc i didn't know who that was and... it’s a horse???

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Reblog if you want your followers to tell you which fictional character you remind them of.

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what vibes do i give off: protagonist, side character, love interest or villain 👀

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i wanna be friends w so many of you but i’m not gonna lie some of you scare the crap out of me

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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Dear Fanfiction Readers,

If you’re afraid to leave a review/comment because you think it’ll sound stupid, don’t be. Just leave an incoherent reply in all caps. We love that shit.

Sincerely,

A Fic Writer that needs constant validation. 

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Reblog if it's okay for anybody to message you if they're feeling lonely during self isolation. Let's get through this together!

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i can’t believe this!

never did i think that a blog i started out of boredom would gain this much traction.

we’ve officially hit 500 followers!

i am so thankful for every like, follow, comment and reblog. it truly means a lot to me.

for the occasion, i will be opening up some requests!

i will try my best to complete as much as i can since my school started yesterday, but i may not get to everything immediately.

requests are open for:

- prompt imagines (from any of the prompt lists on my page, oryou can send in your own!

- blurbs

- asks (from any/all of the lists on my page)

- headcannons

- questions about twisted fate! (you can even ‘ask’ the characters questions hehe)

thank you all so much!

#cm #criminal minds asks #500 followers #holy shit #shezza talks #send me asks!

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Aaron Hotchner is...

A legend.

No cadet can get through training at the academy without seeing the slim, stone face agent. He’s easy to recognize. Plenty of people wear suits, it’a impossible to go anywhere near Quantico without seeing someone in one. But there’s only one person that wears it like he does. 

Like armor. Like a shield.

They see him once and decide they want to work for a man like that. The man who beat George Foyet to death with his bare hands… the other side of the card– Haley’s death– always stays in the back of their mind. Sure, his wife was killed and he was pushed to that extreme after months of psychological torture and nine permanent scars to remind him everyday of the man who took everything but… it still seems pretty bad ass.

Emily Prentiss’ death only inflates that image of him in their minds. They see the way he wears her death across his shoulder like Atlas– intent on keeping his world afloat even if it means drowning himself. Months go by and by way of whisper, they learn he faked her death.

He lied to people who have made carriers out of picking up on deception.

Hotch notices the steady rise in applicants to the BAU. He sees their smiling faces and doesn't’ acknowledge their waves. 

He doesn’t accept a single cadet into the program. He’s tired of burying his friends and he just can’t take watching the hope burn out of a kid. Because that’s what they are. Kids.

Sometimes, Dave ribs him. They go out for coffee and the older man thinks it’s humorous to watch all those kids flock in. Sure, David Rossi is cool but what about Aaron Hotchner? The more studious cadets know about Karl Arnold or Frank Breitkopf– Hotch does his best to keep any reactions off his face. Never giving them anymore than they ask for. Sometimes less.

Because he doesn’t want to talk about the family annihilator case he worked the same week his son was born. He doesn’t want to talk about George Foyet and remember the way his dead wife felt in his arms. 

Aaron Hotchner is a legend and a lesson. 

A what not to do and it’s shattering to watch cadets learn that the hard way. 

Never meet your heroes because they’re just as broken as you.

They see his silhouette. Dark, tall, and handsome. They know his team loves him. It’s an honor to see him work and a horror to see the consequences. 

He comes in for coffee, arm pinned to his chest with a sling and two black eyes. It’s impossible to tell if they’re from lack of sleep or bruises. This is his reality. 

The grape vine says he’s unraveling. No one can entirely disagree. 

The studious, stone-faced agent walks through the Bureau as nothing more than a ghost. His smiles come rarely and only for his team and son. 

New cadets still wave and smile while the old ones sit back and face the consequence of their job choices. Each class comes and goes and as that music plays and their graduation from cadet to agent becomes official they search the crowd for the Unit Chief, a solemn understanding that this job will kill him. 

And they’ll all have to watch.

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Quarantine BAU would just be Unit Cheif Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner who fights serial killers for a living and has nearly been stabbed to death being brought to his knees by an eighth graders math homework in front of his coworkers

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#cryptic #not cm #shezza talks #send me asks #um hehe