#Custody Rights

[custodialparent]

Navigating the Role of a Custodial Parent: Balancing Challenges and Joys

Being a custodial parent comes with a unique set of responsibilities and rewards. Unlike co-parenting, where decisions are often shared, custodial parents handle the lion's share of day-to-day caregiving. This role demands resilience, adaptability, and a deep well of patience. From managing school schedules to navigating extracurricular activities, custodial parents are the steady anchors in their children’s lives.

Yet, the role also brings profound joys. The everyday moments—bedtime stories, school achievements, and spontaneous laughter—forge deep, lasting bonds. While the responsibilities can be overwhelming, finding support networks and prioritizing self-care can make the journey more manageable. Embracing the small victories and celebrating milestones, both big and small, can help custodial parent stay motivated and focused on the positive impact they have on their children’s lives. Balancing the challenges with the joys helps to create a nurturing and stable environment for growth.

[familiesforcourtroomintegrity]

Robert Glegg v. Justice for Children and Youth et al. and Hazel and Armando Flores Supreme Court of Canada File No : 40576

I am Robert Glegg, the Applicant in the Application for Leave to Appeal in the matter described below. This case is about my daughter, Olivia Glegg (“Olivia”). The Respondents in this case are Justice for Children and Youth et al. (“JFCY”) and Hazel and Armando Flores (the “Floreses”). JFCY is a branch of the legal system in Ontario with the purported mandate to help children. Beginning in late 2015 the Floreses, and then in 2016, JFCY also, maliciously and illegally interfered in my relationship with Olivia, for whom I had sole custody.

The incompetence and corruptness of the Ontario court system played an enormous part in abetting the behaviour of the Respondents, and in allowing the ensuing catastrophe with Olivia and me to unfold. In addition, given the highly irregular manner in which my file was recently handled by the Supreme Court of Canada (the “SCC”), I am requesting an investigation into my entire file. This letter briefly outlines the key events that occurred in this case, including some crucial background before JFCY became involved. All the details are backed up by exhaustive and definitive evidence provided in the proceedings.

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[kids-worldfun]

Child Support: The Do's and Don'ts You Should Know

In any case, if you are a parent who is actually required legally either to provide for or receive child support, then you have no choice but to accept this. Fact is, child support is one of those things that can feel overwhelming on one side of the equation and like a lifeline on the other. But regardless of your point of view, the laws and policies regarding child support are in place for a…

[daz4i]

mori bro now's your chance. his other ex-husband died man he has no one else to go to you should shoot your shot again come on bro

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[racke7]

De-aged and injured Danny

Danny is found out by his parents. They don't take it well.

Clockwork is very upset about this, because he'd gambled on almost-certain odds of them being chill about it. So now he has to run damage-control before this very unlikely time-line goes even further off the deep end.

Unfortunately, Danny needs to be in the living world, not the Infinite Realms. Which means that Clockwork needs to put Danny somewhere safe. Somewhere where nobody will find him.

And double-unfortunately, the only place that remotely fits this bill is to contact Lady Gotham.

City-spirits aren't... super-reliable. They're Neverborns who very very rarely consider "humanoid shapes" worth figuring out. So they just kind of... exist. An ectoplasmic presence that's undeniable, but also extremely difficult to have a conversation with.

Thankfully, Lady Gotham is (for all of her... quirks) generally very hero-aligned. Which is why she's the best one to ask for sanctuary for Danny.

Danny who Clockwork de-aged as a way to "limit his injuries" of being vivisected.

Lady Gotham agrees, but she only has one "safe place" to put him. And her Knight is a little bit too paranoid for her to just dump an injured child in his lair, without causing more trouble than it's worth.

But it's hardly a difficult thing, to arrange a few things, and place Danny in a spot where his injuries will cause her Knight to hurry to his aid.

Such as... in a room filled with medical equipment, right next door to where Joker has just lost a fight with Batman.

Things escalate somewhat when Batman finds him and makes some assumptions about what Joker has been up to. Tempers run a bit high, someone loses a few extra teeth, someone else has to physically drag Bruce off Joker's body before he beats him to death, and the Joker considers the whole thing a grand old laugh (he has no idea what's going on, but it sure pissed off Batty, and that's always a treat).

Of course, the Batfam has to actually investigate the scene, evacuate Danny, give Danny medical aid, and then also ask Danny about what happened.

Danny wakes up and is very confused about a lot of things.

He's no longer being vivisected. Great. Love that part.

He's somewhere he doesn't recognize (the Batcave). Could be good, could be bad. At least the bed is pretty nice?

He's very small. This feels like a personal attack. He might not have gotten a good growth-spurt yet, but taking away what he had is cruel and unusual.

And there's a weirdo in an... armored bat-costume? Who isn't setting off his ghost-sense? What the hell kind of "normal" person wears something like that?

Still, Danny does answer the questions that Batman asks him, because... well, there's a green post-it-note in his pocket that says he shouldn't lie.

So Danny tells Batman about his parents cutting him up "for science". And Batman hears that the Joker somehow managed to hire two mad scientists who (upon the tiniest bit of suggestion from the Joker, who'd definitely seen the similarities between Danny and Jason and thought it would be a "funny prank") had leapt at the opportunity to vivisect their own son.

This is definitely worrying, because from the phrasing, they'd been "wanting to do it for a long time". And considering Danny's slow heartbeat and low body-temperature? They'd been wanting to do it because he was a meta.

So, somewhere out there (the Bats had found no trace of the two) were two deranged lunatics who wanted to cut open metas to "see how they worked".

Batman does the very reasonable thing and actually contacts the rest of the Justice League with their descriptions, just in case they'd managed to leave Gotham before the Bats had tracked them down.

[chiscribbs]

I have things that I reeeally want to post and are so close to being done, but I'm way too busy with family stuff at the moment to finish them.

So, in the meantime - please have these rough Disaster Twins sketches I did a few weeks ago.

[syoddeye]

Divorcee Kate 🤤 .... would she hate it if you went crawling in a fit of spite to ask John for help? Send her pics of you sorting it out? A hairy forearm and a boonie cap tucked almost out of view behind the laptop screen?

oh boy. what if. let's just imagine it first. i could see it going one of two ways:

one, john knows better than to meddle in kate’s business. he knows you’re off limits and rebuffs you.

two, john’s been wanting a piece of you. you made one offhand comment years ago after kate showed you a photo of them when they first met—you couldn’t believe he’d ever been clean-shaven. you said something like, “you look like my college boyfriend.” he felt bad about it then, pulling over on the drive to his hotel to tug his cock at the idea. to the what if.

it was easy to deny the attraction. he only saw you maybe once a year if kate felt generous and offered to host for some holiday. (those visits were the worst. at least at a hotel, he could escape the lingering scent of your perfume. didn’t face the temptation of a laundry hamper in the shared bathroom.)

but when he learns about the divorce, he can’t help himself. he bides his time, watches kate meddle in your life from afar, and doesn’t even try to intervene or persuade his disgruntled friend. no, he waits until he knows things reach a boiling point to send a simple text message: ‘thinking of you, let me know if you need anything. you’ll always have a friend in me.’

and when you get that text? after nearly smashing your phone at kate’s selfie? you melt with relief at the thought you might finally have an ally. then something meaner comes nipping at its heels. kate’s jerking you around, you know it. that much is obvious with that stupid little bracelet.

you compose an innocent reply and invite john over for coffee. he’s there the next morning, politely kissing your cheeks with a sympathetic smile and a bouquet in hand. as he throws the ball for your dog, you explain everything that’s been happening over the last couple of weeks. you’re worried about your parents. your job. if you can afford the house and car payments on your own. he’s such a good listener and gentleman, it’s hard to not end up genuinely teary-eyed in the end. he smooths a big hand over your back and reassures you in the rumbling voice. he promises to ‘do whatever is in his power’, and this time, you believe those words.

the next time he comes over, the two of you put your heads together, and he reaches out to some old friends. while he’s on the phone, you snap a quick photo to send to kate: your laptop, a stack of forms, old bills, and a world’s best wife mug. you tell her that while you await her assistance, you manage with some help.

and if john’s caught in the corner of the frame, seated comfortably at the kitchen table that kate built with her own two hands? well. all’s fair in love and war.

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[radiance1]

Pariah Dark. Ghost King. Master of War. Tyrant. The Breaker of Worlds.

Currently found himself... perplexed and at a loss.

He had assumed he would never be free once more, the one-time his punishment was cut short he wrote it off as the mistake it was. A pitiful fool who believed he could claim his crown from his prison without consequences.

The second time.

Well.

He would not have thought himself to be so lucky, assuming that no other would be foolish enough to free him once more.

He most likely should have learned not to assume a lot of things, when one is more than acquainted with the Master of Time. There was a lot he would do and did for the other before his eternal rest, and a lot of things he could've wrapped his mind around, found out the reason for, even so long as he had the clues no doubt left by Time.

But this.

This.

He was not exactly sure what his expression was, he could not even decide what exactly he was feeling, even. "Dearly belo-" Pariah Dark hid his mistake by clearing his throat. "Master of Time, what exactly do you intend for me to do with... these."

'These' referred to the small beasts currently amusing themselves on his body. A pitch-black chick with red eyes currently nesting in his hair, a snake trying to loop itself-and failing at looping- itself around his neck, a puppy currently resting on his arm and a cub currenting trying to get said puppy's attention only to be zapped away by the pup's foot.

Yes.

Zapped.

Despite this utterly befuddling situation, he was amused by it nonetheless.

"Your parole," The Master of Time said, all-knowing smile on his face. "Surely you would know what to do with children, would you not?"

Pariah Dark blinked. "What in the infinite is a parole?" Pariah tasted the word on his tongue, as if it was foreign to him. And, well. It was. "And what, exactly, would that have to do with children?"

The Master of Time's smile eased into faint amusement, as if aware of some joke the king himself was not.

Which happened more often than not, actually.

"Take good care of these children, and you shall be released from eternal sleep." He said, as if that explained everything. But Pariah Dark was staring at him in clear and undisguised puzzlement.

He then raised an eyebrow. "You would leave me alone with children? Truly? With no qualms?"

The personification of Time nodded, and Pariah could blink slowly, as if he had trouble wrapping his head around this. "Dearly beloved, surely you would not think that this-" If Clockwork noticed his slip of the tongue, then he didn't point it out as Pariah Dark continued. "Would be the best of ideas, no? Surely, you should be worrying for their safety."

Clockwork's eyes filled with mirth as he inclined his head slightly. "Well, do you currently hold any thoughts of harming these children?"

Pariah Dark's face gave away his faint confusion. "Not particularly, no."

"Then that is that." The ancient ghost nodded, as if everything was already decided and done as Pariah could only stare at him in unsurprised exasperation before shaking his head.

Perhaps, he should have expected this.

"The one currently making a nest of your hair goes by Vlad, the Pheonix King." Clockwork pointed his staff to the chick in question, who squinted open an eye before nestling further into the king's hair. He then pointed to the snake. "The one currently trying to strangle you, is Danny. Our prince as well as what humans would call an eastern dragon."

The way Clockwork pronounced our had Pariah feeling like it held another meaning and not just him being known as the prince.

Was there something he was not aware of...?

The staff then pointed to the pup dozing off in his arms. "That one," Clockwork said with faint amusement. "Goes by Dan, a fusion between the phoenix and dragon resulted in his creation and he soon became his own entity after becoming secluded from his timeline after its erasure." He said this casually, as if it weren't something that would cause questions. "He is also a Raiju."

How a bird and snake gave way to dog, Pariah does not know.

The staff then pointed to the last child in his arms, trying to bother Dan and being kicked away and zapped for its efforts. "That is Dani, formally Danielle. She is a Mishipeshu who is the only successful clone of the phoenix and dragon, making her our technical princess."

Again, the emphasis of our left Pariah feeling like there was something he should know. A missing piece to a puzzle he didn't even know he had started.

"You said this one was a king, correct?" Pariah asked, shifting around his arms to better support the pup and cub. "Would the phoenix's not take offense to me of all people being the one to raise their ruler?" As soon as the words left his tongue did he remember who exactly he was talking to.

He was met with a vicious smile, one that he did not see until the days of yore. His non-existent heart skipped a beat.

"Well, if they would like to voice their... displeasure." The Master of Time practically purred that sentence out, and Pariah felt something odd shift inside him. "Then they are surely allowed to do so."

Pariah grunted, silent for a few moments. Clockwork moved towards him in that time, and Pariah stood still, only tracking the ghost with his eyes. "I am quite certain you would make a wonderful father, dear-"

Excuse him, dear..?

"-So why not prove me right as you always have, hm?" Pariah Dark blinked, opening his mouth to speak before his mind screeched to a halt as he felt a pair of lips upon his own before they moved away in the next moment.

A ghost of a kiss.

"Now, run along now why don't you." Clockwork had a mischievous glint in his eyes, before Pariah found himself surrounded by a wide pasture, spanning as far as his eyes could see (and he could see very far) and at the end a forest with a house behind him.

But he could not react, even as he felt pecks upon his head, a bite at his ear and most surely the scratching of claws against his form.

His hair burst into green flames as he stood stalk still.

[custodialparent]

Florida's Custody Law A Challenge in Addressing Parental Child Abduction

In Florida, the current custody law presents a significant challenge for custodial parents facing interference from the other parent. Under the existing framework, Florida’s exemption effectively blocks parent versus parent claims for custodial interference in civil courts. This legal gap can leave custodial parents vulnerable, as their concerns about interference are often dismissed without proper recourse.

Compounding this issue is the fact that criminal penalties for parental child abduction are rarely enforced. This lack of accountability creates an environment where the risks associated with child abduction are diminished, potentially encouraging harmful behavior among non-custodial parents. The absence of robust legal protections not only undermines the custodial parent's rights but also places children at risk of instability and emotional distress.

To combat these challenges, advocacy for legal reforms is essential. Lawmakers need to address the loopholes that currently allow parental interference to go unchallenged. Strengthening the enforcement of custodial rights in civil courts and imposing stricter penalties for abduction can create a more balanced legal landscape.

By fostering a legal environment that prioritizes children's welfare and parental accountability, Florida can protect custodial parents and, ultimately, ensure a safer, more stable upbringing for children caught in the crossfire of custody disputes. Addressing these issues is vital for promoting justice and stability within families.

[familiesforcourtroomintegrity]

The beginning of the Ontario court system’s cover-up

Tika needn’t have worried, though, about any consequences due to her failed bid to hide her illegal involvement in my sole custody. Despite providing all the details of Tika’s continual abusive interference with my sole custody of Oliva, including her illegal signing of the university admissions papers, along with the fact that, crucially, I was not given any notice, as required, before Olivia was granted independence, the judge in my motion against Tika stated that since Olivia already had her independence, it was of no consequence what Tika had done. Yet he completely ignored the fact that the granting of Olivia’s independence had clearly been an utterly incompetent fiasco.

University for Olivia was not the real goal In July of 2016 it became apparent why Tika had been so obsessed with getting Olivia into university. Although I had already paid Tika the full sum of child support for Olivia until her 18th birthday, as per our separation agreement, with Olivia now headed for university there would be additional costs to cover. And so JFCY sued me for $75,000 per month in child support. Visit us to know more about Sole custody rights.

[antigonenikk]

(Mark's Theme by Black Country, New Road)

"All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long." -Sappho

for @guarnerepdf

[ghoulisheous]

Bruce Wayne runs into a ghost boy in Gotham. He does what he does best and immediately starts investigating, as best as he can without the suit and without raising suspicion about the Wayne family. Ergo, Brucie Wayne tries to keep the conversation flowing without making it seem like an interrogation. Which is.. granted it's a little hard explain why some rich guy is invested in the afterlife of a ghost. But there's hope that it could be swept under the rug as billionaire eccenticities. And the teen definitely isn't suspicious he's Batman.

Danny is suspicious about why this rich bastard is interested in him. Why another rich bastard is interested in him. But all the man's questions seemed more or less harmless. Until Danny let slip how he protected his town and the man asked who he was working with. Apparently the answer he was looking for was more "adult hero mentoring you" and less "more teenagers." He was.. not happy

Queue the line "You're not my dad."

And.. suddenly Bruce thinks he might be in some very familiar trouble. He swears he never goes out of his way looking for this. But his other kids are going to have a thing or two to say anyway

Or, Danny's suspicions turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy and Batman's adoption instincts kick in. The Brucie Wayne persona is just a hair too disarming. They both have regrets

Self-fulfilling prophecies are a bitch

I really just wanted the line "You're not my dad" and that just being.. an immediate trigger phrase. Bruce is instantly just like "Wanna bet?"

He might as well be a sleeper agent.

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