#self-constraint

[daimonclub]

Self-words quotes and aphorisms

Self-words quotes and aphorisms Self-words quotes and aphorisms, quotations, ideas and thoughts, by famous writers and authors, from Self-Acceptance to Self-Interest I don't care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself. Michel de Montaigne There is nothing outside of yourself that can ever enable you to get better, stronger, richer, quicker, or smarter. Everything is within. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside of yourself. Miyamoto Musashi  The Book of Five Rings Some very important key words for the growth of the human being. First golden rule: you must learn from experience, in general! Then you must always rely on: self-control; politeness; hard-working; self-conscience; self-assessment; self-critical; self-management; self-autonomy; self-determination; self-esteem; self-government; self-independence; self-esteem; self-respect; cooperation; empathy, self-motivation; self-confidence; self-love; pluralism; reciprocity; tolerance; learning to learn; permanent education; rules; law; perseverance; responsibility; pragmatism; honesty; self-sacrifice; self-discipline; and last but not least, a bit of luck! SELF-ACCEPTANCE Our entire life... consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are. Jean Anouilh (1910-1987, French playwright) Learn to... be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not. Henri Frederic Amiel (1821-1881, Swiss philosopher, poet, critic) Accept the place the divine providence has found for you. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882, American poet, essayist) Those people who are uncomfortable in themselves are disagreeable to others. William Hazlitt (1778-1830, British essayist) The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely. Carl Jung (1875-1961, Swiss psychiatrist) SELF-ACTUALIZATION Now is the time when your action is practice. The Dalai Lama Only by giving, only by serving, only by doing, do we really do something for ourselves. James W. Frick Our greatest joy and satisfaction comes from the act of giving. Leo Buscaglia (1924-1998, American expert on love, lecturer, author) Only those who have nothing in them have nothing to give. Douglas G. Franklin Men do less than they ought, unless they do all they can. Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881, Scottish philosopher, author) SELF-APPRAISAL Idiots and lunatics see only their own wit. Francois De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680, French classical writer) Never let your failures go to your heart or your successes go to your head. Author Unknown Self-praise is for losers. Be a winner. Stand for something. Always have class, and be humble. John Madden (1936-, American football coach) SELF-APPRECIATION To accept ourselves as we are means to value our imperfections as much as our perfections. Sandra Bierig I am somebody. I am me. I like being me. And I need nobody to make me somebody. Louis L'Amour (1908-1988, American Western author) SELF-APPROVAL What do we call love, hate, charity, revenge, humanity, forgiveness? Different results of the master impulse, the necessity of securing one's self-approval. Mark Twain (1835-1910, American humorist, writer) I'm not trying to prove anybody wrong, I'm just trying to prove something to myself. Mike Piazza SELF-AWARENESS My mind is my biggest asset. Tiger Woods (1975-, American golfer) Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize? Marcus Aurelius Self-awareness gives you the capacity to learn from your mistakes as well as your successes. It enables you to keep growing. Lawrence Bossidy Wisdom tends to grow in proportion to one’s awareness of one’s ignorance.” Anthony de Mello Self awareness is the ability to take an honest look at your life without any attachment to it being right or wrong, good or bad. Debbie Ford I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards becoming a champion. Billie Jean King (1943-, American tennis player) The unexamined life is not worth living. Socrates Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve. Henry David Thoreau Without self-awareness we are as babies in the cradles. Virginia Woolf SELF-CARE Keep taking time for yourself until you are you again. Lalah Delia You can’t always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside. Wayne Dyer You have your own life, why waste it on focusing on others. Nitin Namdeo When you focus on yourself and love yourself, some relationships have to go. Adrian Michael Be you, love you. All ways, always. Alexandra Elle I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance. Pablo Casals Care is a state in which something does matter; it is the source of human tenderness. Rollo May Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. William Shakespeare If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete. Jack Kornfield SELF-CONCEPT The term self-concept is a general term used to refer to how someone thinks about, evaluates or perceives themselves. To be aware of oneself is to have a concept of oneself.

Self-words quotes and aphorisms SELF-CONFIDENCE Creativity means believing you have greatness. Wayne Dyer (1940-, American psychotherapist, author, lecturer) The confidence we have in ourselves arises in a great measure from that which we have in others. Francois De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680, French classical writer) One important key to success is self-confidence. An important key to self-confidence is preparation. Arthur Ashe (1943-1993, African-American tennis player) Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained. Madame Marie Curie (1867-1934, Polish-born French physicist) SELF-CONFLICT Whatever you condemn, you have done yourself. Georg Groddeck It's surprising how many persons go through life without ever recognizing that their feelings toward other people are largely determined by their feelings toward themselves, and if you're not comfortable within yourself, you can't be comfortable with others. Sidney J. Harris (1917-, American journalist) It isn't the things that happen to us, it's the things we think are going to happen to us that drive us almost crazy. Kathleen Norris (1880-1966, American novelist) A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most. On Other Peoples Expectations: The only man who behaved sensibly was my tailor; he took my measurement anew every time he saw me, while all the rest went on with their old measurements and expected them to fit me. George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950, Irish-born British dramatist) SELF-CONSTRAINT Don't be curious of matters that don't concern you; never speak of them, and don't ask about them. St. Teresa of Avila Everybody's business is nobody's business, and nobody's business is my business. Clara Barton (1821-1912, American humanitarian) I listen and give input only if somebody asks. Barbara Bush (1925-, American First Lady, wife of George H. Bush) Too often in ironing out trouble someone gets scorched. Marcelene Cox (American writer) When you borrow trouble you give your peace of mind as security. Myrtle Reed SELF-CONTROL A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well. Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888, American author) If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him? Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941 American writer) I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self. Aristotle (BC 384-322, Greek philosopher) Prudent, cautious self-control, is wisdom's root. Robert Burns (1759-1796, Scottish poet) I never prod my nose into other man's porridge. Miguel De Cervantes (1547-1616, Spanish novelist, dramatist, poet) He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior. Confucius (BC 551-479, Chinese ethical teacher, philosopher) The highest possible stage in moral culture is when we recognize that we ought to control our thoughts. Charles Darwin (1809-1882, British naturalist) Not to have control over the senses is like sailing in a rudderless ship, bound to break to pieces on coming in contact with the very first rock. Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948, Indian political, spiritual leader) We improve ourselves by victories over ourselves. There must be contest, and we must win. Edward Gibbon (1737-1794, British historian) It is as proper to have pride in oneself as it is ridiculous to show it to others. Francois De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680, French classical writer) He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still. Lao-Tzu (BC 600-?, Chinese philosopher, founder of Taoism) He that would govern others, first should be the master of himself. Philip Massinger (1583-1640, British dramatist) He who cannot obey himself will be commanded. That is the nature of living creatures. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900, German philosopher) The first and best victory is to conquer self. To be conquered by self is, of all things, the most shameful and objectionable. Plato (BC 427?-347?, Greek philosopher) To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves. Virginia Woolf (1882-1941, British novelist, essayist) You can also read this article about The Importance of self-control SELF-DELUSION Don't let self-doubt hold you back! Author Unknown Don't mistake chicken dung for an egg. American Proverb (Sayings of American origin) The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900, German philosopher) The worst thing you can do is start slow, or con yourself into thinking that you can take your time getting into a match. The curtain is up so you've got to perform. Jack Kramer (1918-, American basketball player) I suppose I have a highly developed capacity for self-delusion, so it's no problem for me to believe that I'm somebody else. Daniel Day-Lewis (1958-, British-born American actor) SELF-DENIAL Self-denial is painful for a moment, but very agreeable in the end. Jane Taylor Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak. John Selden (1584-1654, British jurist, statesman) Self-denial is not a virtue, it is only the effect of prudence on rascality. George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950, Irish-born British dramatist) Self-denial is indispensable to a strong character, and the highest kind comes from a religious stock. Theodore Parker (1810-1860, American minister) The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing. Leigh Hunt (1784-1859, British poet, essayist) Every extreme attitude is a fight from the self. Eric Hoffer (1902-1983, American author, philosopher) SELF-DETERMINATION It was character that got us out of bed, commitment that moved us into action, and discipline that enabled us to follow through. Zig Ziglar (1926-, American sales trainer, author, motivational speaker) I will always stay hungry, never satisfied with current accomplishments. Arnold Schwarzenegger (1947-, Austrian-born American actor, author, director, restaurateur) My will shall shape my future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man's doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me, or I can be lost in a maze. My choice, my responsibility, win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny. Elaine Maxwell

Self-words post by English-culture SELF-DISCIPLINE Doing your best is more important than being the best. Author Unknown A mind which really lays hold of a subject is not easily detached from it. Ida Tarbell If someone transports dung and does not eat it, it should not be concluded that he is an honest person. Taiwanese Proverb If you can command yourself, you can command the world. Chinese Proverb (Sayings of Chinese origin) If you are willing to discipline yourself, the physical universe won't need to discipline you. Leonard Orr Not being able to govern events, I govern myself, and apply myself to them if they will not apply themselves to me. Michel Eyquem De Montaigne (1533-1592, French philosopher, essayist) He who conquers others is strong. He who conquers himself is mighty. Lao-Tzu (BC 600-?, Chinese philosopher, founder of Taoism) Being professional in whatever you do is important. Talent alone is not enough. Kathy Ireland (1963-, American model) Self discipline is when your conscience tells you to do something and you don't talk back. W. K. Hope You must have discipline to have fun. Julia Child (1912-2004, American gourmet cook, author, and television personality) SELF-DISCORVERY No one is more interesting to anybody than is that mysterious character we all call me, which is why self-liberation, self-actualization, self-transcendence, etc., are the most exciting games in town. Robert Wilson (1941-, American theater director, designer) When we seek to discover the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves. William A. Ward We discover in ourselves what others hide from us, and we recognize in others what we hide from ourselves. Luc de Clapiers de Vauvenargues Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates. Thomas Szasz (1920-, American psychiatrist) People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and they pass themselves by without wondering. St. Augustine (354-430, Numidian-born bishop of Hippo, theologian) Lose yourself wholly; and the more you lose, the more you will find. St. Catherine of Siena I think somehow we learn who we really are and then we live with that decision. Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962, American First Lady, columnist, lecturer, humanitarian) Everything changes when you change. Jim Rohn (American businessman, author, speaker, philosopher) The person who God shows a treasure to must dig it out himself. Czechoslovakian Proverb (Sayings of Czech origin) One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth, it at least serves as a rule of life and there is nothing better. Blaise Pascal (1623-1662, French scientist, religious philosopher) No thinker's thoughts give me as much pleasure as my own. Of course, this does not prove anything in their favor; but on the other hand, I would be foolish to neglect fruits that are tasteful just because they grow on my own tree. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900, German philosopher) No one has ever learned fully to know themselves. Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832, German poet, dramatist, novelist) Look into the depths of your own soul and learn first to know yourself, then you will understand why this illness was bound to come upon you and perhaps you will thenceforth avoid falling ill. Sigmund Freud (1856-1939, Austrian physician, founder of Psychoanalysis) Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle. Lewis Carroll (1832-1898, British writer, mathematician) Let's dare to be ourselves, for we do that better than anyone else. Shirley Briggs SELF-DOUBT Our self-conceit sustains, and always must sustain us. Samuel Butler (1612-1680, British poet, satirist) SELF-EDUCATION People think of education as something that they can finish. Isaac Asimov School can provide you an education and university can give you a culture, but self-knowledge and self-learning can help you to make a fortune. Carl William Brown Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is. The only function of a school is to make self-education easier; failing that, it does nothing. Isaac Asimov The first thing a student should understand to have success is that of becoming a self-taught man. Carl William Brown Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence. Robert Frost SELF-ESTEEM SELF-ESTEEM controls PERFORMANCE/REALITY which stimulate SELF-TALK which reinforces SELF-ESTEEM. This cycle can work positively or negatively and is greatly influenced by the self-talk. (I knew I wasn't good at..., next time I'll practice and do better! Author Unknown All the extraordinary men I have known were extraordinary in their own estimation. Woodrow T. Wilson (1856-1924, American President (28th)) Blessed are they who heal us of self-despising. Of all services which can be done to man, I know of none more precious. Read the full article

[pansy-tranny]

(Minors dni)

Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.

I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.

When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.

I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.

[ghostsinmachine]

soooo convinced that will is deliberately masterminding a good portion of this media circus lmaooo (although masterminding may be too generous a word.) unprompted, he's like "yeah mack and i watch romcoms" wink wink nudge nudge [will voice, smugly] i'm not going to elaborate right now because i know sheng peng is going to ask me about it later anyways :) also, mack and i made this tiktok together on an off day where we played three hours of basketball. i'm not going to say whose idea it was. but you all know it was mine. also did i mention it was after three hours of basketball????

each time you would think he might resent playing second fiddle to mack he's all "mack and i are real movie guys" "playing with mack is really fun" "mack and i are together all the time". like sike. u thought. i've seen jokes about mack's ten year plan but u know what... i think will has one too and it's like. actually more cerebral. guy who looked at getting drafted to a tanking team like sure, why not? then i'm just going to get the chance to play with high draft picks, and what's not exciting about that?

will smith hockey, attention seeker, i See You....

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

[cecedownbad]

Hold On

Summary: A missing child's case resurfaced so many memories you wished to keep buried. Sure enough, seeking comfort from the heavy feelings came by as a form of a person. [Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader] Part 2.

Warning: Child abduction, death of a child, angst, no Y/N, made up last name: Cyrus, made up case, light fluff, hurt/ comfort, not too romance-y but alluding to it, not proof read, I don't think the mystery/crime aspect is good but let me hear thoughts guys. Something extra in tags, read after the story.

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1

I'm so sorry this took so long, my exams, mental health, projects, assignments allll just rolled in the past months, and I've been doing everything to stay on top of writing. It's rushed towards the end but with all that's going on I hope it's okay. If anyone is up for part 3, I'm all for it .

Enjoy

"Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it."

-George Santayana

'Okay, let's see, Conrad Miller, 16 years old, went missing on June 12th, 2007. Last seen by the local church with one of the volunteers, she was questioned once but was never linked as she had a solid alibi, her name was Grace Cyrus.' Tara paused. 'So she took Conrad, no she definitely didn't just take him, poor kid is definitely not okay.'

'Right now Stephen is our priority, the anniversary of Steven's disappearance is in 4 days, so what does she want with him now?' You pace in the room, spinning a pen you grabbed in your hand. 'I think that's something only you can answer, what happened 4 days prior to Steven's disappearance?' Tara pondered, she sat down, looking at you, intent on finding answers. '4 days prior…that was the day my dad— Daniel had come to visit, they, Grace and him got into a fight and Stevie, Steven tried to "protect" Daniel in his own way, he thought Mom was going to hurt him…'

Was it then that this all weighed down on you? Words long lost had started pouring through the cracks of memories locked away. You were never in that station in that moment, no, now you were back there.

'Stevie, get back here! We can't stop them!'

'No! No let go! I don't want Dad to go, Mom's going to send him away!'

'Steven!'

No matter how hard you tried, he slipped from your tensed grasp, landing right between two enraged adults.

Pacing the floor helped gather your thoughts, a little better.

'What was the very last thing she said to you when you left?'

The thought of how it all ended passed through your minds, each time much like a bullet to the brain but you push it all down, now wasn't the right time for you. 'everything okay there?' Tara asked you, it's only been a few minutes since you and Tara confronted the idea that Grace might have done more than anyone could have put together.

'Yeah just a lot going on in my head, I think I need a breather.'

'Hold that thought, JJ and Luke are back with Daniel,'

Your hand now wrapped around the empty coffee mug, a dad you haven't spoken to for the last two decades, what would you have to say? or better yet, what would he say to you? This isn't an official reunion, it's an interrogation and who knows what will spill out of your mouth if you see the very first man in your life that disappointed you, taught you that having a person in your life was enough to make you fall apart.

'JJ and I will go in first, you sit tight.' Tara patted your shoulder giving it a good squeeze before heading out the conference room.

It was soon after that Rossi, Reid and Emily came back in, all three harnessing disappointment with their stride. 'Hey, what happened?'

'Well, Rosa was not in her home, we searched the house and by the looks of it, she hardly came back there.' Emily sat down with her legs crossed. 'but, her room had keepsakes, maybe from the time you lived with her?'

'What did she have?'

'She had pictures, some old folded drawings, and the weirdest one, an old juice box.' as Emily finished, you sat up from your chair, 'an old juice box? Do you remember what flavour?'

'I think it was Apple? Why? Does it have something to do with Steven?'

'…'

'Cyrus?'

'That, uh, it's nothing, I think sentimental feelings do surface no matter what kind of person you are.' You began fidgeting with your sleeves, your mind now slowly began recalling events that transpired long ago. 'Is there something else? It looks like you aren't sure about something.' Rossi eyed your movements, he knew something was keeping you. 'My mother, she'd never show any sign that she felt remorse, not even as far as I could remember.'

'Okay Reid, stay with her, I'm going to check in with JJ and the rest. Rossi? Do you mind?' soon after, Rossi and Emily exited the room, leaving you and Spencer in the conference room. 'Could you tell me what kind of person your mother is?' Spencer sat down right before you, urging you to take a seat right next to him and you did.

'She was an uptight woman, she loved to be in control of her life that meant being in control of mine too, it's why I left. She loved being seen.'

'Being seen? What do you mean?'

'She was always a respected figure no matter where she went, be it at work or in the neighborhood, she pushed for that at home too. When Steven had disappeared, I would always remember how she would tell me he was in a better place, and that if I do anything to disobey her or question her authority, I would be punished.' your head hung as you remembered more, 'I would study, day and night, that was the only life I knew, if my grades dropped by a mark, she'd lock me in my room, made sure I only had books on my desk.'

'Did Daniel ever drop by after what happened to Steven?' Spencer asked gently, 'No, I never saw him after that, I thought he finally got sick of mom and left, but I see now that wasn't the case.'

'Okay—'

'You know the one thing I can't seem to remember though?' you looked up at Spencer, his eyebrows now furrowed in question. 'My mother would always say how beautiful I am, and…and that I look just like her, her very own reflection but, Spencer, I can't…I can't remember her face.' your voice sounded shattered at what came out of it. You felt the tears fall, but you couldn't turn away or hide them, Spencer saw just how much this hurts you.

'You are your own person, no one can ever take that from you, no matter what, you are you.' He held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your palm, that gave you a sign of comfort and you smiled at him. 'Alright, let's get back to the case.' quickly wiping away your tears and pasting on a smile, which you flash at Spencer, he in turn regained a more unmoving figure. 'When you said Rosa knew that Steven would never come back, what did you mean?'

'I was only a kid but to me it felt like she already knew that Steven had maybe...and all I could remember was a frown anytime I even remotely related to Steven.' You return with an answer. It was then the phone on the table went off.

'What is it Garcia?'

'So I dug into Daniel a bit more, and you aren't going to like this, so he was actually never in Bakersfield until a week ago, before that he was working as a cab driver in Nevada. He was in Nevada for a long time, but he touched base sometime in 2007, in the month of June. Looks like he tried several times to contact his ex wife but she never entertained any of it. What is concerning is that he was reported of stalking a young boy, said he mistook the boy for a boy he knew and he meant no harm but he was fired from his workplace and when was that? A little before coming over to Bakersfield.' Once Garcia had informed both of you, it was then JJ, Emily and Luke walked back in.

'What did the boy look like?' Spencer asked, 'I sent his picture to your phone.'

'Thank you Garcia.' You picked up your cell and scrolled through to find the image.

'No problemo.'

Upon quick inspection, you could tell at a glance the young boy and Steven shared a few similarities, nothing too obvious except hair colour and facial structure, age is the more obvious factor.

JJ walked in, arms crossed, she sighed but began asking what Garcia checked in for, 'Looks like Daniel was fired from his work place prior to coming to Bakersfield a week before Stephen's abduction.' You informed the three.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's a trigger for him.' Emily began, 'Yeah, I agree.' and Luke followed suit.

'So he not only gets rejected by his ex-wife, but fired from his work place for stalking a boy that looks like his son, then he goes and kidnaps a boy that Rosa seemingly dotes on? Something doesn't add up.' JJ looked on with confusion. 'How did it go with him?' you asked finally.

'Said he had something vital for the case but he would only discuss it with you.' Emily sat down, her voice already etching with exhaustion. 'He's hiding something and my gut is saying it can't be good.'

'I'll go talk to him.' You were close to leaving the room, but Emily had halted your motions.

'Wait,'

'Yeah?'

'Reid will go with you, Tara might want to step out.' You gave a quick nod to Emily's order.

Every step to the interrogation room, you could hear the pained voices of yours, more precisely, from when you were a child. A young girl, alone in a room with nothing but her thoughts, you swallowed hard as you stood by the entrance of the viewing room. When you entered, you let Spencer call Tara from the interrogation room to the viewing room. 'No matter what, don't give in to his requests, you need to break him down, and if you ever want to leave, you can.' Tara gave you a small nudge and she stayed back in the room.

This was it, you let Spencer lead you into the interrogation room, allowing him to get there before you creeped on behind.

'How many times do I need to tell you people? Can't you bring my daug—you, your—'

'Let me be very clear, you have something vital for this case and I'm willing to hear you out, but say or do anything and you will be escorted out of the door by agents, understood?' the firm voice you let out hid every sorry cry that was wailing in you, having not seen your father for 20 years was a shock but not something that should be seen. 'Look at you, what it's been 15, 20 years, oh my beautiful little angel, I missed you.' honey coated words slipped from his mouth and every cell in you twisted in anger and contempt, 'Mr. Carter, the case.' Spencer stepped in this time.

'Always in such a hurry, well, since you brought my little girl. I know where the kid is being held.' He sat there with no remorse, no care that a child, close to the age of the son he lost years ago, was missing.

'Where might that be?'

'I can take you there, but I'll only go if she goes with me.'

After so long, he cares or at least that's what he's showing but you knew what he was playing at, he thought he could get away light just because his flesh and blood was in the justice system, what a sorry bastard.

'I think we're done here.' Spencer had got up from his chair but you stayed seated, deal or not you wanted to break the man in front of you and that was what was nailing you down to your chair. 'Mr. Carter, what good will it do if I went with you? Was it not enough that you came in here demanding to see your daughter about a case I know damn well you don't care about?' you pressed, choice of words were clearly targeted but your composure remained cool. 'What do you mean, you know what happened to Stevi—'

'Your son that you never bothered to report missing? I don't believe you have a right to bring that up, Sir.'

'Now listen here—'

'In the time Rosa had left you behind, you did nothing but fail to bring yourself together, I have a question for you, what were you doing on June 12th, 2007? Why did you come back to Bakersfield prior to that date?' you swiped through the tablet that Tara handed to you, it contained everything Garcia had found including some case files. 'I don't know why you're asking me that, don't you have the life of a boy to save?' He avoided it with such harshness, you only wanted to pry further but somehow it felt like you knew the answer, but the words never fell into place.

'Answer the question Daniel.' Spencer sat back down now jabbing at him as well. 'I just had someone to meet, is that really so important?'

'Why did you need to meet them? Did you coming back here have anything to do with Rosa Cyrus, your ex-wife?' Your slowly tapped at the desk, it was a timed beat. 'I did visit her once but that—'

'Were you aware that a teenager was reported missing around the same time you arrived here? His name was Conrad Miller, he was 16 years old.'

'W-what? I-I don't know anything about that.'

'Really? Because it says in the case files that Rosa was the last person to have seen Conrad, but you knew that didn't you?' He flinched at the response, at this point he wore a sign that screamed suspicious.

It was then that Daniel remained silent, you believed that any word that came out of him at that point would dig his grave deeper.

You stepped out of the room and walked into the room behind the mirror. 'Now he won't speak,' Rossi now stood there with his arms in his pocket.

'We need to find Rosa and Stephen soon, the man is hiding something and Rosa is the key to finding out why.' Rossi took the words right out of your mouth, looks you both knew what he was playing at.

'I think I can help with that, how much can you guys bet on a gut feeling?' You asked the three of them, weary of their answer, 'At this point? I'll take it.' Rossi let out, the two soon followed. 'Rosa will most likely be at the house we used to live in, which is not in this area, I'm hoping that she's keeping Stephen safe,'

'Safe? How come?' Tara asked you, 'Daniel here, came a week prior to Stephen's abduction, not only did he lose his job before coming here, he needed to have a reason to come here,' you deduce.

'His reason being Rosa? But wouldn't that not trigger Rosa?' Looks like you still needed to elaborate your theory, so you continued. 'It did, Rosa having heard that Daniel came here must have caused her protective instinct to kick in, call me crazy, but I think Rosa is keeping Stephen away from Daniel.' you finally let out a sigh, your palms clammed from sweat but if you were right, the little boy you came here for was safe.

'A mother's protective instinct, I'm guessing that something happened 20 years ago that she didn't agree on, which caused her to completely reject this guy, I'll have Garcia send the address of her prior location.' Rossi curtly exited the room, Tara followed along.

Spencer stood before you in silence, you didn't register any movement from him because all your focus was on the man, sitting on the other side of that glass.

'You can go on ahead, Reid, I need to talk to him.' 

'But I can't let you go in alone...'

You huffed, your eyes did what it could but meet his but looking away won't make what you want go away, 'Given the chance, I might punch the daylights out of him—'

'More of a reason for me to stay.' 

Spencer interrupted, you returned with a sharp look in your eyes before you relaxed, 'Let me finish, I would want to give him a piece of my mind but I need to know, I just, he's the only one that has got to know something about Steven, maybe I can finally put him to rest.' 

It was selfish, that's what you called it, asking for just one more clue when you couldn't do anything before. Maybe now that helpless little girl all those years ago, can see her brother off. 'I need to do this, alone...'

'...' 

You stood there, waiting for something, a sound from him in response, anything at all. 'I'll wait here, being short of another agent will not slow down the rest of the team.' He'd finished but his response ticked you, it poked at the idea of a child being monitored by their parents.

'I don't need you watching my every move, Reid.'

'I'm just following orders.'

'Following orders? Do I look like a child to you? Do I need a leash around my neck too? I can handle him, he's one man!' Your voice raised, and you stared up at your fellow colleague with a ray of contempt.

'A man you can't stand being around for long, you sounded just fine in there earlier to anyone that watched, but do you want to know what I saw? I saw that you were holding back, hard enough your hands curled at his answers, your feet apart was enough for me to know that you would have given Emily a reason for you to be dismissed from the case.' He'd stated what was right, but it wasn't right to you, not right now, you don't know when it would be. 'I'll wait here, you can go in alone.'

Your feet put you in place for a good moment, his words tore right through you. He was right, somewhere in your clouded judgement, you understood he was right, but just because you understood doesn't mean you accepted it.

With a second left to pass, you turned from Spencer. All in silence, it was accepted that you had a job to uphold, no matter the personal toll.

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The dial ups in the station, voices of police officers, movement all around you had become void. Nothing, that's what you heard when you left the interrogation room, you couldn't even hear one Agent calling out to you when you had left. Something gathered, something rotten had formed in your stomach. Your body felt hot, your head on a swivel.

You felt the acid burn at your throat, the half conscious part of you managed to drag your feet to a bathroom stall for you to expel the choux pastry you ingested.

Standing before the mirror now, you washed your mouth, feeling the remnants of the expelled food at your throat.

Nothing felt right to you, not right then, not right now. Having no mind to lose any more time, Reid waited in the conference room as you begrudgingly walked yourself back into it. You said nothing.

You dialed in Emily immediately, hoping she hadn't reached the house yet. 'What have you got for me Cyrus?' 

'I spoke to Daniel.'

'What did he say?'

'He'd been sending frequent messages and calling my mother, they met once, 2007. There was an argument and Conrad had gotten in-between the two of them, it didn't end well.' you informed her, almost mechanically.

'What did he say about Steven?' JJ chimed in.

'Steven was, he said he was never meant to be hurt and Rosa in the mess of things, covered up for him. He told me where...I know where his body is.' Your voice strained, as it got to harsher details.

Nothing came out though, you tried filling in the rest of the details but your voice was overtaken. A pleading look carried over to Spencer and he took over. 'He said that you have to ask where he's sleeping, Rosa's delusion right at this moment is that Steven would come back.'

'Okay, we'll get back to you as soon as we're done here.' The line cut. If you'd carried a boulder on your shoulders, the weight of it might be the same as your conscience. All that was left was you see a family reunited and you get the closure you've been searching for.

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The team was back, so was the little boy, he was safe. The Turner family could now go home with their son safe and sound in their grasp.

'Nothing beats seeing that.' you stood, satisfied in a way, the others agreed in unison to your words.

'Cyrus, I need to have a word with you.' Emily called you to a secluded corner of the station, but you had no fear built in you, in fact you felt rather empty, exhausted enough to be emotionally drained. 'We found Steven...' she said quietly.

'Where was he?' you met her in the eyes, having nothing left to tie you down. 'Remains were found in the wall of a small bedroom, it looked like he was initially buried but moved there later.' Every word had struck you, the smaller bedroom was your shared one, no doubt. 'Was he, uh, covered?' a crack sounded in your voice.

It took Emily a moment before answering, 'He was...' 

The last bit of remorse. You'd promised yourself for 20 years that he was found. Part of you wanted him to be alive, maybe he ran off and just found a better life or he was on the streets, alive at least. But you knew how far-fetched that sounded, hope was the one thing you were aware that could end you. '...Thank you, can I, um, I want to be alone.'

'Of course, take all the time you need, listen, once this is over I need to speak with you, but only when you're ready, okay?' She patted the side of your shoulders, adhering to your request, she left you alone.

You let out a wavered breath, trying to breathe in and out to calm yourself. What you needed now was to mourn, you knew that but having a hard cry at this moment would slow down everyone.

Not long after, Rosa and Daniel had gotten arrested. You couldn't catch a glimpse at her face, or more accurately, you refused to see the face you'd forgotten. That didn't bother you that much, as a mother she never cared to look out for you, there wasn't any good reason to remain adherent to the details.

Bakersfield PD would have no more reason to have you stay, for now at least but before you could leave it all behind, Steven deserved a proper burial.

The Funeral was small, no relatives, just few friends from school and the BAU were attending, with Chief Marks as well to pay respects.

You stood over the coffin, looking at how small it was, how it all came to an end, all in silence. Quietly you watched as the coffin was buried, soil tossed over it but before it was over, you had to have one last goodbye.

'I did what I promised, took you long enough to come back from playing, huh? You must be tired, rest well, Stevie.' The Carnation held in your hand had been placed on the coffin, a mark of innocence now put to rest. Once it was all over, you stood, not waiting or expecting anything but just, letting the weight gradually let go of you. This was what you needed yet, it didn't feel enough, something remained in you. 

Footsteps were heard behind you, and you took a peak at the intruder before lifting the corners of your mouth to him. 'He was a handful you know, always wanted my attention no matter what, saying that one day he'd make it to the moon just so he could get me some space rock.' Spencer said nothing to your bouts of reminiscence, 'He told me once, "I'm going to be no.1, so watch me!" I thought he was being silly, Dad left right after and we were alone, it was us against the world.' It all came back, then you knew what you hadn't let go, knew what it was that made you feel utterly at loss. 

'Hey, Spencer, you don't have to do this, but, um, I...' You wanted to ask just for a bit, that little comfort that you so desperately pushed away.

Without another word, he lightly turned to face you. Your mind was too caught up on other memories that when you felt his arms wrap around you, you didn't think for that second. All it took was this to let it all go, no longer in silence but in wailing agony.

He didn't need another word, he simply knew. It was like some crazed superpower of his but it's like he's always known.

He couldn't let go.

Tagging:

@treehouse-mouse

[illprotectyou-hearteyes]

Ethan and Nyah's meeting is interesting when you remember his orders were simply to recruit her, yet the encounter he arranges—in which he sabotages a lucrative theft—does the opposite of getting her on side. What it does accomplish is an assessment of her skills. This in no way is part of his orders; it's an insistence on assessing how she might fare in the field for himself, rather than trusting the IMFs word.

In short, it's an attempt to look after her—but a very partial one. MI2 is one of only two films in which Ethan doesn't go rogue, the other being Ghost Protocol, in which he is actually under orders from the secretary. But while in GP he follows the secretary's orders because he agrees with them, in MI2 his disgust for the IMF and its methods is palpable.

MI2 Ethan, I would argue, feels trapped by the IMF, bound to their orders. He acts out in small rebellions—not telling them where he's vacationing, testing Nyah's abilities before recruiting her—but still sees his actions as fundamentally constrained by them. I also think his arc in this film is a shift in that perspective; but I'll circle back to that later.

[interstellarvacuumcleaner]

kinda funny how my circle of people i talk to keeps shrinking

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[fortunaestalta]

[dballzposting]

What if Gotenks lived with his dad Vegito but on weekends he lived with his other dad Gogeta but this is sort of a recent thing becasue Gogeta didnt secure split custody until recently so Gotenks doesnt really Know Gogeta that well and he goes to his modest and hearthlike apartment and feels disquieted becasue it is VERY DIFFERENT from the sensory-overload distraction-chamber that is Vegito's lavish house. And Gogeta doesnt narcissistically abuse Gotenks so Gotenks doesnt relaly understand him at all and he really doesnt get how an adult could be so calm and not get angry and yell at him over little things and so he thinks that Gogeta is actually just really furious but hiding it and so it takes a long time for Gotenks to trust him and trust that he genuinely isnt mad at him. But at the same time it doesnt take long at all for Gotenks to respond to his genuine calmness by feeling the most secure & safe that hes ever felt but he doesnt really understand that or why that is and he doesnt understand why he feels so yucky when he has to go back to his other home on Monday morning and so he just ignores it and plays iPad and skateboards. And every Friday night he gets so nervous he gets nauseous and Vegito always uses this to say "You dont have to go over there sweetie :) Do you want to? You Do Not Have To Want To" and then he yells at Gogeta over the phone about it. But without fail every time he gets to Gogeta's apartment and adjusts Gotenks does feel better and sometimes just falls asleep on the couch. And Gogeta makes tea every evening and it's sooooo yucky to Gotenks but he still drinks it every time becasue Gogeta made it and he deosnt have the maturity & wherewithal to understand that it's becasue it makes him feel included and cared for.

This isn't dragon ball any more not even close like not even a little bit

[grinchwrapsupreme]

being super normal about White calling Billy "a dreamer"after the events of Maybe No Go

[frikatilhi]

I just know that Bojan tried to restrain himself for petting Jere’s silly bulbasaur head the whole ig live but even he has his limits. Even he’s not that strong.

WHO CAN BLAME HIM LOOK AT IT LOOK AT HIM

[pinoruno]

Just saying I love and appreciate your comments about the woobification of the white boy in copaganda! That’s a whole other layer I didn’t get to because fandom racism is soooooo prevalent in everything that I would need several pages and hours to let my screams out. Your addition was very needed!

yeah that’s so real 😭😭😭 psych is one of the most concentrated case studies i’ve ever seen where not only is the white man cop singled out over the ensemble of other cops but he’s ALSO singled out over BOTH OF THE ACTUAL LEADS (one of whom is a black man, the other of whose character is white but himself is both white and hispanic) who are NOT COPS. like okay you’re just showing your whole ass then

[mindtrove]

Two hours till midnight, let's see if I can get another prompt done

[foragings]

i know that the quarter life crisis is like a well-attested phenomenon but i can’t help but still feel like i’m the only 21yo who is reckoning with what to do with their life

[daincrediblegg]

honestly I think severance more importantly than just the idea of work/life separation is kindof the perfect lens into the mind of the average tumblr user. which explains why so many of us have latched onto it with teeth

[basilibino]

Re reading A Doll's House and I have the same opinion I had when I first saw it performed my junior yr of high school—it's wild but not surprising that the class element is overlooked in comparison to the sexism narrative