𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

imagine   believing   so   strongly   in   something   ⸻

[bauretired]

                             ⸻  that   you   devote   your   life   to   it

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭   &   𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲   𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠   for   david   rossi   of criminal   minds,   profiled   by   tinez  (  she/her,  29  ).   primarily   influenced   by   headcanons   and   seasons   4 - 7.   

        INQ.                 PIN.              CARRD.               SIDEBLOG.

quick reference rules:

content discussed on this blog may be triggering because of the nature of david’s work. he’s a profiler and works with especially gruesome cases. i rarely go into detail but there will be mentions of violence and murder. everything is tagged tw tag or / tag.

because of david’s background there may be mentions of war, miscarriage, divorce, and organized crime.

my portrayal is semi canon divergent. this means that canon events do take place but they may be portrayed differently from how they are in canon. my portrayal is also very much founded in headcanons and there will be a lot to my portrayal that simply does not happen in canon.

i love shipping but i will only write romantic ships with writers who are above the age of 20 and with muses who are not more than 15 years david’s junior. 

my activity fluctuates. i work and i have other blogs to maintain, this is a hobby and i love it but don’t hound me for replies or i will softblock you.

i'm not particularly interested in plots or interactions with unsubs. i'm not interested in "rossi is profiling/questioning/interviewing your unsub character".

i love continuing memes so if a reply resonates with you please do not hesitate to turn it into a thread!

your muse is free to know or know of david as a lecturer or public figure without any prior plotting, it is also perfectly fine for you to assume david having worked a case with/involving your muse before. if you do send memes/like starter calls without reaching out for plotting i (usually) default to a casual acquaintance type of relationship, if there is anything you don’t vibe with please let me know and i’ll backtrack!

duplicate/ oc / crossover friendly, i am kissing u all on the hand.

[rpclefairy]

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? ”  

[toyboxboy]

[bauretired]

anyway,

[bauretired]

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.  “

[bauretired]

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.   “

[buckys]

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (2006) dir. David Frankel

[bauretired]

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. 

[lunamonchtuna]

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

[bestintheparsec]

#for science 

bonus:

[littlefireaidan]

Marty enjoys spoiling taking care of Rust.

[bauretired]

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.   “

[arachnidfellow-archive-deactiva]

Favourite Criminal Minds scenes: ↳ 5x17 Solitary Man

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

Bonus:

[leneemusing]

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING 

❝  you need someone.  let me be that person.  let me be what you need.  ❞

❝  look,  i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now.  but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.  ❞

❝  i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there.  ❞

❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

❝  i used to have so much faith.  maybe not in deities or something but,  in the world.  the universe.  i believed their was a purpose to it all.  i’m not sure when i lost that.  ❞

❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

❝  sometimes,  i just need the world to be beautiful.  i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes.  ❞

❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞

❝  people need someone to see them for what they are and not just see it but accept it.  i want to be that person for anyone i can…but it can be so suffocating to be that person and also remain unseen.  ❞

❝  sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be.  ❞

❝  you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me.  do you know how that feels?  just see me.  please.  ❞

❝  i want to deserve you.  i’m trying to deserve you.  ❞

❝  i know i fucked up.  i know i did but don’t shut me out anymore.  let me in.  please let in.  ❞

❝  every time you smile at me,  i memorize it.  i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you.  no matter what happens between us,  that’s what i’ll remember.   ❞

❝  i can’t help but think there’s got to be something out there for me,  somewhere.  just some place where i actually feel like i belong.  ❞ 

❝  the world is so big.  why do i never feel like i fit into it?  ❞

❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞

❝  do you like me?  i know you love me.  i know you care about me but.  do you like who i am?  ❞

❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞

❝  just take my hand and close your eyes.  pretend we’re anywhere else but here.  ❞

❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞

❝  do you even know what it does to me?  every time i see you cry,  any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart?  ❞

❝  i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore.  i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that.  you’re part of who i am now.  the most important piece of me.  ❞

❝  every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you.  ❞

❝  i’m only really living in the moments when we’re together.  the rest is just existing until you look at me again.  ❞

❝  it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you.  everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind,  pulling me towards you.  ❞

❝  you’ve got me in the palm of your hands.  you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all.  ❞

❝  i no longer know where i end and you begin.  you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly,  you’re all i feel anymore.  ❞

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞

❝  i don’t have perfect words.  i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit.  so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you.  i don’t know if you want me.  but i’m yours.  and at this point however it is you need me,  i’m here.  ❞

❝  you’re the only thing that matters anymore.  i can’t eat,  i can’t sleep—  all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song.  you’re all i think about.  i’m useless except when i’m yours.  ❞

❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞

❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

❝  just let me look at you for a little bit.  ❞

❝  i would do anything for you.  all my lines and rules.  they mean nothing when it comes to you.  it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy.  ❞

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[bauretired]

this  is  a  plotting  call,  like  the  post  for  me  to  drop  into  ur  ims  with  this  old  bastard!  if  u  feel  inclined,  i’ve  written  some  inspo  plots  under  the  rm  for  u  to  consider ❤️

college verse: dave fresh back from the war -- after having cut off his old life he’s trying to build a new one for himself with getting into the fbi academy as his sole anchor. meet him at a part time job in the city as he pays his way through school, at the library, or at a frat party he refuses to admit to being uncomfortable at.

 bsu verse: resent fbi academy david rossi is young and impeccably professional. he’s all hard edges and rules until heat is applied, and when a case has him showing his true colors in regards to following the rulebook maybe all he needs is a push from someone to go a little apeshit. it’s good for him, he’s sick of being nice.

post-retirement verse: dave has left the bau for undisclosed reasons and is now writing his first book. maybe they meet at the park when its only populated by people with nowhere else to go, or perhaps you recognize him at the coffee shop where he sits writing every day.

cm verse: book tour! he goes by bus (which he would admit to no-one) -- it’s part of the experience. maybe they’re travelling together, grab a coffee and chat about how hard the seats are.

[bauretired]

sociofame​:

dave’s little tussle with laughter almost sets wendy off, and so she has to focus all of her attention into the very blouse in question, looking very intent on studying the stitching of its cuffs with a razor-sharp gaze; if the smile – yes, a smile, and not a smirk for once – she wears happens to be hidden by her hair falling down around her face, well, then, consider it a bonus point.  “what an interesting thought, agent.  i’ll wear a red one next time, put your hypothesis to the test.”  she’ll make social scientists of them all yet.

the  intense  scientific  scrutiny  she passes onto her blouse nearly has him wrestling with the urge to laugh again,  ambiguously covering the fact that he still has to forcibly hold his mouth shut by leaning his chin into the palm of his hand,  resting an elbow on the surface of his desk.    “    and there  are  more  where  that  came  from,  i’m  not  just  a  pretty  face  after  all.    “    he finally manages to speak without the risk of breaking into laughter mid sentence,  “    for one,  i think you’re going to need a distraction if you want to get back in there after today.  by the looks of it,  holden is going to get territorial.    “