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ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ   ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅs    ɪɴᴛᴏ    ᴍʏ    ᴏᴡɴ    ᴍʏᴛʜ ⸻ i was trying to get out. #BAUMADE: highly selective, canon divergent and headcanon based portrayal of jason gideon, as penned by tea.

#SP. #and reminder that rossi is on @tealias <3

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ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ   ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅs    ɪɴᴛᴏ    ᴍʏ    ᴏᴡɴ    ᴍʏᴛʜ ⸻ i was trying to get out. #BAUMADE: highly selective, canon divergent and headcanon based portrayal of jason gideon, as penned by tea.

#sp. #actually here's a real one <3

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@baumade

#coughs into my hand #:) its the guy.....its him

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guess  who’s  watching  criminal  minds

#s3-4....my ultimate comfort #anyway hi <3 i have not written anything on any blog all year #2023 is simply not the year of writing for me huh #EITHER WAY......cm is on my mind <3 #i hope you're all well and have had a wonderful spring so far <3 #DEL.

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( ⸻ 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 ) ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ.

#BANEHAUNT:   a   highly   selective   &   mutuals   only   multimuse   featuring   canon     &     original   muses   from   red   dead   redemption,   assassins   creed,   criminal   minds,   and    ted   lasso.   penned    by    tinez.

#sp. #currently on my gideon bullshit

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

#* RB. INBOX ( meme ) #<333 psspsspss

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#* AES. D. ROSSI ( study. ) #nothing matters like this gifset matters

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anyway,

#;) hi <3

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theystories​:

fingers  weave  through  familiar  motions:   fill,  roll,  seal.  the finished cigarette gets tucked into his pocket as a new leaf is plucked out,  the process repeats.  over and over again,  his hands busy themselves with the filling,  rolling,  sealing,  tucking,  repeating;  all as dark eyes are fixed above.  they do not shift away from where they’ve latched on in the distance,  not even when the roar of an engine disturbs the morose stillness that blankets the small town,  or when the inhabitant of the car steps out,  offering his hand.  his own still for a moment,  a half finished cigarette trapped between index and thumb. eyes remain averted,  but his body turns to the other,  as if to invite him into the observation in lieu of shaking his hand.

“   jason is fine.   “   he interjects,  voice only just above a hum,  as if being heard isn’t the purpose of speaking at all.  he moves past it quickly,  they have more important things to discuss than titles and names,  like migratory animals,  for example.  “  what do you know about new world warblers,  david rossi?  “   the question comes with the first touch of gideon’s full and  undivided attention as his eyes finally stray from their faraway place,  now latched onto his company,  gaze wide and waiting.  the cigarette in his hand is sealed and,  without pause,  it is passed into david’s offered hand,  his presence seamlessly assimilated into the rhythm,   

“    you  know,   the  songbird. “

silence  lingers  for  a  weighted  moment.   is he being tested?  he’s new,  but he wasn’t born yesterday  --  he knows to expect sharpened elbows in a room full of men in suits.  but they’re still in the empty and dreary parking lot and the man in front of him has an unnamed urgency in his eyes,  a pair of nearly unlaced sneakers and a corduroy jacket that has seen not only better days but perhaps a better decade.  there is something so eager and genuine in the way he waits for an answer;  as if gauging david rossi’s knowledge on american birds is the most pressing issue at hand.  if this is some try at establishing dominance,  it sure is the strangest one david has ever been subjected to.  sharp elbows and suits,  he begins to realize,  may not be things agent gideon troubles himself with at all.  however,  not participating in the culture of bureaucratic pissing contests doesn’t equate to making a man more decent than the rest.  and so,  his defenses remain and he keeps his shoulders squared,  tone measured,  façade unbothered.  “   well,  jason,  it’s a bird.   “  

“  that  just  about  covers  it,  really.  “   he says through a thin and polite twist of the mouth.  the flutter of movement and a cold touch against his skin has him breaking contact with the intensity of jason’s inquiring gaze to look in muted confusion at the neatly rolled cigarette he’s suddenly got in his hand.  this is shaping up to be a strange case,  in more ways than he reckons he signed up for.  he tucks the cigarette between his lips and pulls out a lighter  --  if they’re taking this conversation out here,  he’s having a smoke while they’re at it.  “   i’d   ask   what   it’s   got   to   do   with   anything,  but  i  have  a  sneaking  suspicion  you’re  about  to  tell  me  regardless.  “

#tw smoking #tw smoking mention #jason gideon / theystories. #im SURE ive already replied to this at some point but the note is gone n i cant find it on my archived blog #and the dave+jason brainrot is real #so im simply doing it <3 again <3 #i also havent written in ages so whatever im just going brrrrrrrr

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magictrousers​:

             ❝      𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩  𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.      ❞      it’s  the  first  words  he’s  spoken  over  the  past  thirty  minutes   ,    attention  focused  on  the  chessboard  before  him.   they’ve  already  completed  a  game  ,  him  &  @bauretired  ,   but  his  opponent  had  suggested  they  play  another  –  beard’s  not  so  convinced  he  isn’t  currently  being  studied  by  the  professional  profiler   before  him.   but  it’s  not  like  he  minds  too  much  —  how  much  could  you  learn  about  an  individual  simply  by  watching  them  play  &  win  at  chess   ?    —-   okay.   maybe  more  than  he  thinks.        ❝      playing  chess  with  me  ,  i  mean.      ❞      he  isn’t  a  cocky  person  by  most  standards  ,  but  even  he  knows  he’s  more  qualified  at  chess  than  most  people.

“   oh,   i  bet  they  do.   “   years of restless nights in gideon’s company has taught him a thing or two about playing ( and losing ) at chess,  and while he doesn't fault anyone for surrendering a game they cannot win,  he has found victory to be second to the play itself.  winning is a thrill,  no doubt,  but finding the thousand various ways to pose a challenge is something else entirely.  three moves into their first game was enough,  he knew there’d be no beating beard,  but then there was no beating jason either.  the thrill is not in beating them,  it is in making their brows crease.  it is in finding the little ways that make the cogs behind their eyes turn.  he can lose all night,  it’ll never get old.

brown hues lift from where they’ve been moving across the board during their span of companionable silence,  muted amusement twisting the corner of his lip into the beginnings of a smile.     “   but  don’t  you  worry,   i’m  very  stubborn.   “  he speaks against the rim of his glass,  the sound of ice knocking against ice as it is tipped for a composed sip.  after setting the glass back down against its coaster,  he relaxes back into his seat.   “   have  you  been  doing this  long?  playing  chess,   i  mean.   “

#* IC. REPLY re: BEARD ( magictrousers ) #just two guys playing chess!!! #dave's biggest joy in life is being an obstacle so obv losing at chess but finding as many ways of making it as hard as possible fits him #getting to see smart men stumped for aprox 2 seconds is worth losing 2000 times in a row #is this a very profiler thing to do. i mean yea probably akjsdgh #ANYWAY <3 this is very late bc of who i am as a person <3

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THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (2006) dir. David Frankel

#ASFGJKL rossicore

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thinking  ab  rossi  ca  1980,  29/30  years  old,  in  the  midst  of  a  failing  marriage  n  practically  living  out  of  his  car  in  the  quantico  parking lot. 

#tw miscarriage #tw child death #tw divorce #/ ask to tag #following his son's death he shuts down emotionally for a good while. he just taps out #work becomes more than just a distraction its a lifeline nd he pours every bit of his helplessness n grief into it #so instead of addressing and processing his own trauma and grief he gets to be the justice in the face of other's #and he's (largely) numb to it all for the four years that it takes for carolyn to leave him #probably the best four years of his entire career but his personal life? absolutely fucked up. his mental and physical health is SHOT.

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— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via lunamonchtuna)

#:)

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#for science 

bonus:

#* AES. D. ROSSI ( study. ) #the vibes

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Marty enjoys spoiling taking care of Rust.

#davecore #esp the food #* AES. D. ROSSI ( study. )

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wtrss​:

 ❝ EASILY  the  worst  part  of  all  of  this  … ❞    the  waiting,  that  is.  there’s  comfort  to  it,  though,  she  has  to  admit  that.  knowing  that  she  helped,  if  only  to  some  extend -  and  that  she  can  KEEP  ON  HELPING !   ❝ -  i  will.  but  for  now:  can  i  get  you  anything ?  it’s  alright  to  take  advantage  of  the  fact  that  i  get  anything  for  free,  you  know.  and  we  have  sodas,  too -  peanuts? ❞

an  unbidden  smile  appears  across  worn  features,  brows raised in amusement as he shakes his head.   “   you’ve  been  on  your  feet  since  we  got  here   --   don’t  think  i  didn’t  notice.   “    it’s my job to notice,  goes unsaid.  her help has been invaluable to the investigation,  but it has also been asking much of her   ---   and there will,  without a doubt,  be more to ask before this is through.   “  ��we  wouldn’t  have  gotten  this  far  without  you,  but  we  can’t  have  you  working  yourself  to  the  bone,  capisce?   “   it is not actually a question,  rather a statement;  and with the way he’s clearly made up his mind,  there is no point in arguing.  he rises out of his seat,  pulling it back to gesture her to sit in his place.   “   believe  it  or  not,  but  i  know  my  way  around  a  bar.   now  ---  how  about  you  sit,  and  i  get  us  peanuts.   “

#* IC. REPLY re: PAIGE SWANSON ( wtrss ) #dad mode activated

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Favourite Criminal Minds scenes: ↳ 5x17 Solitary Man

“Well I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

Bonus:

#bitch 💜