#Pension Life Insurance

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When planning for retirement, securing a stable financial future is a top priority. Federal Pension Advisors offers specialized pension life insurance services tailored to meet the unique needs of federal employees. Understanding the complexities of pension plans and life insurance can be daunting, but with Federal Pension Advisors’s expertise, you can navigate these waters confidently and ensure a worry-free retirement.

Understanding Pension Life Insurance

Pension life insurance is a crucial component of a comprehensive retirement plan. It provides a financial safety net for your loved ones in the event of your untimely death, ensuring that they are supported even after you’re gone. This form of insurance is designed to complement your pension plan, offering additional security and peace of mind.

Federal Pension Advisors specialize in crafting personalized pension life insurance policies that align with your specific financial goals and retirement needs. By evaluating your current pension plan, Federal Pension Advisors’s pension plan specialists can recommend life insurance options that enhance your overall retirement strategy.

The Role of Pension Plan Specialists

Pension plan specialists at Federal Pension Advisors play a vital role in helping you maximize your retirement benefits. They possess in-depth knowledge of federal pension systems, such as the Federal Employees Retirement System (FERS) and the Civil Service Retirement System (CSRS). This expertise allows them to provide tailored advice that optimizes your pension and life insurance benefits.

These specialists take the time to understand your individual circumstances, including your financial goals, family needs, and long-term plans. By doing so, they can design a pension life insurance strategy that provides comprehensive coverage and aligns with your retirement objectives. Their goal is to ensure that you and your family are financially secure throughout your retirement years.

Benefits of Specialized Pension Life Insurance Services

Choosing Federal Pension Advisors for your pension life insurance needs comes with several key benefits:

1. Customized Solutions: Federal Pension Advisors’s pension plan specialists create personalized insurance solutions based on your unique needs, ensuring that your policy is tailored to your specific situation.

2. Expert Guidance: With extensive knowledge of federal pension systems, Federal Pension Advisors’s advisors provide expert guidance to help you make informed decisions about your retirement and insurance plans.

3. Comprehensive Coverage: The pension life insurance policies offered by Federal Pension Advisors are designed to provide comprehensive coverage, ensuring that your loved ones are financially protected in any eventuality.

4. Financial Security: By integrating life insurance with your pension plan, Federal Pension Advisors helps you achieve greater financial security, giving you peace of mind as you approach retirement.

5. Ongoing Support: Federal Pension Advisors offers continuous support and reviews of your pension and life insurance plans, ensuring that they remain aligned with your evolving needs and goals.

Why Choose Federal Pension Advisors?

Federal Pension Advisors stand out for their dedication to providing specialized pension life insurance services. Their team of pension plan specialists is committed to helping federal employees navigate the complexities of retirement planning with ease. With a focus on personalized service and expert advice, Federal Pension Advisors ensures that you receive the best possible support in securing your financial future.

By choosing Federal Pension Advisors, you are partnering with a trusted advisor who understands the intricacies of federal pension systems and can guide you in making the best decisions for your retirement. Whether you are just starting to plan for retirement or looking to enhance your existing pension plan, Federal Pension Advisors’s specialized services are designed to meet your needs and provide the financial security you deserve.

In conclusion, Federal Pension Advisors offer unparalleled expertise in pension life insurance services, making them the ideal choice for federal employees seeking to secure their retirement. With their customized solutions, expert guidance, and ongoing support, Federal Pension Advisors ensures that you can enjoy a worry-free retirement with the financial protection your family needs.

[ltcommanderkathrynjaneway]

Happy early birthday! I hope you’ll have a great few days and get to celebrate with something fun 💕

Thank you! My local movie theater is doing a Studio Ghibli weekend, so I’m going to go see at least Howl’s Moving Castle. Other than that, I’m mostly going to be cleaning my apartment because my whole family is descending in two weeks for my retirement ceremony.

[falseandrealultravival]

Marufuku(Made up Happiness)

There is a system called "Marufuku" in the field of mental health care. "People who paid their pension within the set period" will receive a disability pension, and not only psychiatric clinics but "all medical care will be free." , No disability pension or Marufuku. Horrible inequality, don't you think? I think Marufuku treats people in that category too favorably. This rare phenomenon is a problem in the nursing care field, and it has an affinity with "life insurance", so as an extreme argument, "I don't need life insurance!" (as a system)

Babylman

[de-santablogs-007]

Pension Plans – Buy Best Pension Plans & Retirement Plans in India for 2024

Life Insurance Pensions Plan are a category of life/annuity plans that are specifically created to cover living and medical expenditures that you may have after retirement.

[uniqueeval]

Tamil Nadu government begins studying possible implications over Unified Pension Scheme

Image for representational purposes only. | Photo Credit: Getty Images Even as the Tamil Nadu government is awaiting full details of the Unified Pension Scheme, it has begun the preliminary task of studying possible implications in the event of the adoption of such a scheme in the State. At present, no decision is likely as Chief Minister M.K. Stalin is leaving for the United States on Tuesday…

[business4u]

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Our Final Expense Insurance in Jacksonville FL, is designed to cover the costs associated with end-of-life services. This coverage ensures that your funeral and related expenses are taken care of, providing financial relief for your loved ones. With a range of affordable options, we help you plan ahead for a smooth transition.

[theophila-aeterna]

This is your sign to confirm your life insurance beneficiaries, in writing.

You never know when you're going to go and you don't want your loved ones to deal with the confusion. Especially if you have Knights of Columbus.

[shrimoneymatters]

What Are the Challenges Investors Face When They Plan an Investment in Mutual Funds in Bhavnagar?

Investing can be a journey of both excitement and confusion, especially for newcomers in Bhavnagar. The financial market offers various avenues, and mutual funds stand out as an excellent starting point. However, the road to choosing the right funds is often riddled with challenges. Let's explore the obstacles investors face as they begin their journey of investment in mutual funds in Bhavnagar.

Addressing Investor Challenges

Information Overload: Navigating through countless mutual fund options can overwhelm newcomers, making decision-making daunting.

Defining Investment Objectives: Setting clear financial goals and understanding risk tolerance before diving into investments is crucial.

Assessing Fund Performance: Beyond past returns, evaluating risk-adjusted returns, consistency, and comparisons with peers is essential.

Grasping Fund Fees: Understanding various fees impacting returns, like management fees and sales loads, is key in assessing costs.

Emotional Decision-Making: Emotions often drive impulsive decisions, leading to short-term choices detrimental to long-term goals.

Lack of Expertise: New investors may lack financial knowledge, highlighting the importance of seeking guidance from advisors.

Expert Guidance for Bhavnagar Investors

Shri Money Matters, one of the best mutual fund distributors in Bhavnagar, understands the challenges investors face and offers reliable investments in mutual funds, helping investors gain a basic understanding of key concepts like risk, diversification, asset allocation and streamlining investments for them. Let's explore how investors can benefit from advanced tools and practices offered by them:

Streamlined Selection Process: Distributors utilize advanced tools to simplify fund selection, and investors can easily compare different funds based on crucial criteria.

Thorough Fund Analysis: In-depth research and analysis on mutual funds form the basis of well-informed recommendations, aligning with individual goals.

Tailored Recommendations: Understanding financial profiles and risk tolerance leads to personalized fund recommendations.

Ongoing Support: Ensuring continuous support, addressing concerns, and recommending adjustments as needed.

Fostering Rational Decisions: Guidance in developing a long-term investment mindset focused on rational decision-making.

Mitigating Risk: Encouraging diversification across asset classes to construct well-balanced portfolios.

Portfolio Rebalancing: Regular reassessment for portfolios to stay aligned with objectives.

Personalized Advice: Offering customized advice based on unique circumstances and financial objectives.

Conclusion

Starting your investment journey in mutual funds needs careful planning. While mutual funds are a good start, diversifying your investments is necessary. Shri Money Matters helps investors in Bhavnagar make smart choices, get ongoing help, and stick to a clear investment plan with all the above-listed tools and tactics.

[ageasfederal]

Buy Retirement Insurance Plans | Ageas Federal Life Insurance

Secure your future by purchasing retirement and pension plans online in India through Ageas Federal. Building financial discipline is facilitated by our retirement plan to ensure a stable future.

[dayofbanks]

Mutual Funds, Insurance, and Pension Fund.

Mutual funds, insurance, and pensions funds are major financial intermediaries. Mutual funds represent the second-largest pool of private capital in the world after the banking industry. Mutual funds are classified into open-ended, closed-end, and unit investment trusts. The main categories of funds are stock or equity funds, bonds or fixed-income funds, money market funds, and hybrid funds.

The insurance industry is basically classified as life and property insurance. The two main types of life insurance are term and permanent life insurance. There are also other life insurance products such as group life insurance, credit life insurance, annuity and pension plans. Property/casualty insurance is insurance on homes, cars, and businesses. The three fundamental risks faced by insurance companies are underwriting, market, and regulatory risks. Value at risk and expected shortfall are two major metrics used to measure and manage financial risks in insurance. Pension funds are classified into different types: public and private pension plans, occupational and personal pension plans, DC and DB plans, protected and unprotected pension plans, funded versus unfunded pension plans, single- and multiple-employer pension funds. Private pension funds consist of 401(k), 403(b), and individual retirement accounts (IRAs).

Learn more on Mutual Funds, Insurance, and Pension Funds.

[evils-corner]

Man in 8 days I'll have been at this job for 5 years. Whack. I was trying to leave for three of these years lol

[dawnwriterimagines]

Clear Skies

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 x PLATONIC!FEM!READER PART 5 of Traitors Among Us

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Summary: With your resignation approved, Price discovers you've resigned. You head back to begin to pack your life away from Task Force 141.

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Silence rung in the Chief Officer's main office, the woman's lips set in a line as she glares down at the mortified brit facing her.

"You did what?" Price couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Having arrived at the administrative building, delivering his mission reports and making his way into Laswell's office. Captain John Price wasn't expecting to receive the surprising news so casually that the woman in front of him had signed off on your resignation, without consoling with him, your Captain.

"I gave her what she wanted, John," Laswell rolled her eyes, sitting in her seat. "I let her go. She was never about to meet with you, and I won't let a soldier like that leave, under my supervision, without some type of severance," she speaks, casually, tapping her spoon of tea along the rim of a porcelain mug. "I do apologize, I was actually preparing a better way to tell you this. Time got away from me, I suppose." Although, Laswell says so unapologetically as she takes her first sip with a hum.

Your now former captain blinks, confused. Then, angered. "Severance?" Price gritted. "She didn't lose her place on the force, Laswell. She's on temporary leave for recovery not discharged--I would've never--"

"Oh, stop it, John," Sweeping away a few locks of hair, Laswell sits back in her chair. "Even if, would it matter? The girl's petrified of you, if she saw you she might actually kill you," she can't help but release a humored hum. "Willing to turn down her pension, her insurance, just to resign in peace. She would've never come to you, and you were foolish to think she'd stay," she laughs this time at the absurdity of it. "She wanted an out," she takes another sip, shrugging. "I gave it to her." She then slides a few papers her way, preparing to continue her paperwork, interrupted for the second time today.

Slamming a hand over the stack of papers, Price can't contain the expression twisting his face, his anger, his grief. "Let her what?! You stripped her of her title, does she know that? There is no lawful resignation without my signature, what've you done?"

"Well, you are in need of a Demolition Operative now, I will say," she speaks, unbothered. "A position, it didn't look like she'd miss, Captain."

"Operative Gray is an integral part of this Task Force, it's not up to you how I handle my team anywhere outside of our missions, Laswell," Price hardly held his tone.

"I seem to remember, under my orders, you handled a particular matter that you gave no pause to," she leans back, a sly smirk barely hidden by the edge of her mug. "Just fine."

Jaw clenching, Price grits his teeth. "The worst mistake I've made on the force."

"No," Laswell interjected. "Your mistake is believing you have any type of authority on this force, that I don't already have."

With a single finger, as Price's hand loosens around her packet, Laswell slides her folders back to her. Standing from her chair, she crosses around the table to her desk, passing John Price with a brush of the shoulder. "Oh John," she spoke, humming a humored sound. "The military is engrained in each member of the force, it's in your blood. It's in hers. She'll be back," she slides the folder into her assortment of documents. "They always are, in one way or another."

"Back to you," Price seethes, silently.

"Well..." Laswell shrugs, calmly. "Just never to Task Force 141," she turns back to Captain Price, leaning against her desk, slipping a file from her desk. "Not like that wasn't the original plan before our informant came clean, was it?"

Wary eyes drift away from the Station Chief, "Well what about Gray?" he swallows. "I can't allow her to leave without everything she deserves from her service."

Laswell crosses her legs, humming. "We'll hold off on that for now," before Price can interject, she holds up a new folder, stamped classified. "You and your team have some things to discuss."

Brows furrowed, Price reluctantly takes the folder, opening it. Eyes widening at the new information, quickly running over the entire document before they close with a heavy sigh.

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Entering the residential building again, it's nearly midnight, the mess halls still quite lively, soldiers prepping for their next mission or staying guard in the halls. You rush through the open hallways quickly, the squeak of your boots from the rain was enough of an announcement to your arrival.

The hall seems much too long suddenly, the wet squeak along marble floor, the damp cling of your clothes, the uncomfortable twist of your brace around your legs. You were ready to just lock yourself away in your room, pack and never see the silhouette of this place again.

Rushing to the elevator, ignoring the whispers, the burning eyes on the back of your head, you rub your clothes arms to warm yourself up, soaked to the bone. Stealing a jacket from one of the racks before leaving the building, it wasn't as insulated as you'd hoped but it was better than nothing.

A few heads turn while you press the buttons on the elevator one too many times, taking a breath as you continue to tap on the buttons along the panel. You didn't care as long as it'd just open. Up. Down. Up. Up. Down. Fucking somewhere, just open!

"Just fuckin open..." you grit out, attempting to keep your nerves down. For all you knew, one of them could've seen you enter the building, they could be walking up to you right now. "Open. Open, open, open!" Your fist coming up in frustration to slam into the panel, the metal creaks and bends back but it doesn't make the elevator go any faster. It does hurt your hand though.

Taking your now sore fingers into your grip, pressing into your knuckles, your nostrils flare and you take a breath. You don't dare turn around as you hear the chuckle behind you, you can feel your teeth already grinding to nubs.

"So, you're the reason this thing breaks down every week, huh?" sliding up next to you, a soldier, lieutenant by the single silver bar on the shoulder of his uniform, his kevlar unhooked and new, prepping for departure. "Ya know, you can't make it go any faster that way?" nodding to the dented panel, before flashing a charmed smile your way.

Narrowed eyes link with his. "Excuse me?"

For a moment, all he can do is stare back, words lost on his tongue as he darts between your eyes, mesmerized. His smile doesn't drop even as he clear his throat, "I just mean, you'll hurt your...hand."

"Oh, will I? I didn't know that," you wonder, sarcastically. Before, hitting the panel again, a louder bang sounds in the hallway, causing attention. "Maybe I'm doing it wrong." A screw comes loose with a cling, your jaw twitching at the sound as he only huffs a humored sound. "Can I help you, lieutenant?"

"Just a stranger, looking out for another, that's all," the lieutenant says simply.

"Ok, Stranger," you speak, this time turning your back as the elevator finally beeps as it descends to the ground floor. You direct your chin back to where he came. "You can leave now."

He feigned disappointment. "Ouch," he sported a playful grin. "I thought we were getting along pretty well."

"Well I'm sure you've got a flight to catch, don't let a stranger make you late."

"The only stranger I've met worth being late for," he says, genuinely.

"Oh!" Surprised, you glance away from him. "Uhm, I-uh," you take a subtle step back, uncomfortable with the space between the both of you now. You lean against the edge of the elevator door, it dings again, your knee brace wasn't helping your leg pain at all.

His charming smile fades, brows lifting as he quickly backs off, reading the lines. "Oh, sorry, I-"

"No," you clear your throat, hearing the ding of the elevator behind you. "No, no it's fine. It's just, I-I'm uh..." your hand goes to your ring finger, you used to fidget with your engagement ring all the time, once cutting your thumb on the diamond. Your hand tensing up, balling into a fist, you'd nearly forgotten... "It's nothing."

He notices. "You're with someone."

"No," You swallow a knot in your throat. "Not anymore." Your hand falls to your side. The years you'd spent loving Simon, adoring him, fighting beside him, all that time...it was painful to know it would all just lead up to this. But, it was easier now to just feel nothing because it ended such a way.

The elevator opens and the both of you looks back towards it.

The lieutenant's eyes flicker back to you. "M' sorry," your brows lift in question. "About your...lover."

"Oh, he's not dead," you say. Before breathing out, "But, he is to me.."

His lips press together, thoughtfully, before nodding once. "Sounds like quite the guy."

"No idea," you scoff, softly.

After a moment of silence, the elevator door, with a squeak, beginning to close. The charming stranger puts his hand out before you have to, fully stopping the closing door before it can seal, taking a large step to catch it.

You froze as he unintentionally corners you, for the moment you can't help but take him in, analyzing every detail as you'd always done as a soldier. His hair and clothes damp from the rain, cheeks flushed for a reason you weren't sure of. He's tall, wide broad shoulders, a scar curved through his left brow to his temple, green eyes and he smelled...warm, was the only way you could describe it. You're sure his skin would feel as so.

You were quite cold from the rain, though you've been freezing ever since that day and you've never gotten past the phantom cold, eager to be warm again.

Your eyes flicker up, surprised to meet his staring back, seemingly taking you in the same way. His hand leaving the opening elevator door, to rest above the wall above your head. He was close enough for you to feel the leather of his kevlar against the back of your hand, for once your first thought wasn't to push someone away. His gaze lingers on the fresh scar beneath your eye, the tinted pink fading in the white of it.

And then you remember.

There's nothing good here left for you anymore.

You're no longer a soldier.

No longer apart of the Task Force, no longer apart of any of this.

And the things you'd be left with just for being here...

Bringing your hand up to your face, running over the raised, ruined skin, your jaw tightening and your lips pressing together. You shift to the side, your hand finding the handle grip along the sides of the elevator doors.

He notices, straightening, awkwardly. Swallowing thickly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..." he squeezes his fist, as if berating himself internally. "--that's quite the battle scar." Again his expression twists at his own question, fist squeezing, that was a dumb thing to ask.

"It's not."

Confused. "Not what?"

"From a battle," you admitted before pressing the button for the elevator again, it opens this time. "I appreciate the conversation, stranger. But, you should go."

He follows you to the divide of the open elevator, the both of you still facing the other.

Your stranger speaks soundly. "Wes."

His name you realized, you press your lips together, thoughtfully as he stares at you, not expecting anything in return, seeming peaceful with you just...knowing. The elevator doors slipping closed. You say nothing else, but you can't help but look at him differently, humming softly. You supposed he was no longer a stranger.

The metal doors close with a light thud.

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Entering the room that had been your home for so many years, you pull your mattress onto the bed frame, fixing it to sit. You had broken your desk chair while trying to throw it at Johnny earlier.

Your IV pole had somehow made it here as well but you were sure putting a needle back in your arm wasn't the smartest idea.

You did notice someone had come to tidy the place up, the door having been replaced since and the lock restored. You don't hesitate to lock the door immediately, carefully looking around the room, turning on every light you could.

You wouldn't say you were afraid of the dark now, but you can't say you're fond of it either after everything.

Opening the blinds of the window, you shove them aside, letting the light of the street lamps in as well. Ok, maybe, you were afraid of the dark now. You used to hate sleeping with even the TV on, now you can hardly close your eyes without feeling like you're back in that cell.

Slipping your towel off of the side table, you walk over to your bed, sitting. It's quiet in here. Uncomfortably so. You used to have an old radio, playing soft music. Your TV blaring an old TV show as background noise. Neither of those things seemed to be present in the room, most probably taken during your time in the hole.

Running the towel over your still wet hair, you let it land in your lap, urging yourself to breathe evenly.

This time tomorrow you'd be off base, no longer a soldier but a citizen, with no one to turn to and disowned by your family...

You lean into your hands, breathing shakily, closing your eyes, it was all just so much.

Running your fingers through your hair, you lean back and look up, your upper shelf laid just above your bed. You turn, shifting over to the shelf, luckily it had remained mostly unbothered compared to everything else.

Lifting a music box from the desk, you set it beside you, opening the compartment, a soft hum of music beginning and building to a magical bell tone that continues to build until you remove a velvet box. Closing the lid, the music halting to a abrupt stop.

You stare at the velvet box in your grip, running your thumb along the material. You could never take your ring with you on missions, never wanting to risk losing it, so you always kept it where you could find it, where you'd never lose it.

Flipping the box open, you suck in a short breath as you stare at the engagement ring, sadly tracing the band. You'd be lying if you said a piece of you didn't still love Simon, of course it could never be the love it was. Now it was just a shameful attachment to the first man you'd ever loved.

It was during a mission that he proposed. Or at least the aftermath of one. Though it had been successful the team was forced to lay low for a few days in enemy territory.

The subtle light of the safe house cast shadows across the room, the usual tension of Task Force 141 momentarily replaced by an air of anticipation. Everyone knew but you. Ghost stood slightly apart from the group, his mask hiding the myriad of emotions that flickered beneath. He’d planned this moment carefully and yet being trapped in a safe house during the night of the dinner he'd planned for you both wasn't apart of it. It was still meant to be tonight.

Your lover stared at you in the reflection of the window, catching your beautiful eyes in the glass, they sparkle and his bones feel liquid and he nearly loses his grip on the velvet box. What better time could there be?

Ghost turned to you, pulling his mask away, revealing Simon Riley, garnering your attention with a surprised stare, "Si?"

His deep voice steady yet laced with a rare vulnerability. “You know I’ve fought a lot of battles, but none quite like this one.” The team fell silent, the weight of the moment sinking in. Price raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on his lips, while Johnny tried to stifle a grin, Kyle cursed quietly shifting in anticipation. "You're the only reason I keep pushing forward, I want a life with you, I wanna share it all with you."

Simon takes the closing steps to you, watching you closely, the two of you sharing the same overwhelming emotion. This was really happening. "I can't imagine taking on this life of chaos with you."

With a small, almost hesitant movement, Simon revealed the velvet box. The flicker of metal caught the light as he produced a small box, his hands surprisingly unsteady. “We’ve been through hell and back, but there’s no one I’d rather have by my side.” He dropped to one knee, the rest of the team exchanging glances, a mix of excitement and surprise evident in their expressions. "No one but you."

As Simon kneels before you, your heart races, disbelief clear on your face, brows furrowing into each other, watering as you look to him, all your feelings flooding your senses. His words echo in your mind, and the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you.

“Marry me...” His voice was firm, yet you could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he waited with baited breath, his shoulders halting all movement as he wouldn't take a single breath until your answer. The room held its breath, the only sound the quiet rustle of fabric as the team leaned in slightly, as if to witness a moment that transcended their usual world of warfare.

You felt your heart race, your vision blurred with tears. "Simon..." the world narrowing down to Simon and the hope in his gaze. The silence was palpable, a shared moment of vulnerability among seasoned soldiers. Finally, you nodded, emotions swirling as a smile broke across your face. “Yes,” you laughed with a sob, nodding as you wiped your face. "Of course, Simon. Yes!"

Simon rose, slipping the ring onto your finger as cheers erupted from the team. The laughter and joyful roars of Task Force 141, your family, fade into the background as you focus solely on Simon, the man you love. Johnny clapped Simon on the back, Price grinned widely, laughing heartily in glee, and Kyle let out a whoop of approval. In that moment, amidst the chaos of their lives, there was a rare glimpse of hope and happiness—a reminder of what they were truly fighting for.

You stare down at the scars enveloping your wrists, still raw and sensitive even now. Along your ring finger was the imprint of your engagement ring, it would fade with time, but nothing else would.

Who would've thought things would've ended this way.

Sniffling miserably, you grab at your hair violently, clawing into your skin, "Such a fucking idiot--" you grit out, breathing shakily. "Stupid. Stupid, dumb--" you hit yourself, your palm slapping into your forehead, your nails dig into your scalp. You inhale messily, unable to breathe, "It's your fault," hyperventilating, angrily. "You did this..."

You sob out, your face flushed with a horrible warmth that closes up your throat as you cry. You felt so blind, so dumb for thinking this family was ever real, that they were anymore than colleagues, soldiers of war. An idiot for believing in Ghost, believing that he was more than the soldier you'd fought beside for a decade.

Your fist wrapping around the velvet box, the side of your fist going back to his your head feverously, until it hurts. Until you're satisfied. When you stop, you scream and run your hands down your face, unable to contain your maddening grief, "FUCK!"

Hurling the box to the other side of the room it collides with the plastered wall, cracking the paint and denting the wall. It breaks, the ring spilling out somewhere along the floor, you don't look for it, instead you're shoving over your dresser, pushing everything off the side of your desk, kicking the wooden pieces of your favorite chair. You scream and cry and shout, tossing everything you could possible get your hands on in your room. "You're so fucking stupid!"

Slamming the music box down onto the floor, it crumbles, music spilling out before fading to a broken tone and then fading into silence.

You rip open memory photos you had taken of the team, their smiling faces, your content expression. With no strength to rip the book by hand, you step on the left pages, pulling the next side with a rageful sound. You continue to do so until every. last. picture is completely torn apart.

Shoving it all into the trash, crying all the while, as you shove it all inside the metal bin, your eyes squeeze shut. You drew in shaky breaths, but each inhale felt too shallow, too quick. The weight of everything—the heartbreak, the disappointments—were pressing down on your chest like a block of cement. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision as you fought to catch you breath.

You press your palms into your thighs, trying to ground yourself, but the overwhelming feeling spiraled further, tightening your throat and making it harder to breathe.

A strangled sob escaped your lips, and you buried your face in your hands, collapsing back onto the floor.

Glass shattered all around you, wood splintered to pieces, the room is ruined once more and you're breaking all over again.

You sat there for hours, curled into yourself. It was moments later you'd remember you have to pack up your life here now.

Opening the door of your closet, holding your last pieces of sanity together as you pull your suitcases from the storage. Breathing heavily, you stare with blurred vision into the empty cases, this was it, you were done, so abruptly, so painfully...

Everything hurts now.

Your body, your heart, everything. And you weren't sure it would ever get better.

But despite it, you slide your suitcase over to your bolted shelves, beginning to pack. Wiping away the tears that stained your face, every piece of clothing made you feel just a bit lighter.

[wilwheaton]

In 1960, SAG and WGA struck to force management to adapt to the new technology of television. Without that strike and the agreement it birthed, residual use payments would not exist.

My parents stole nearly all of my salary from my entire childhood. My Star Trek residuals were all I had, and they kept me afloat for two decades while I rebuilt my life. I have healthcare and a pension because of my union. The AMPTP billionaires want to take all that security away so they can give CEOs even more grotesque wealth at the expense of the people who make our industry run.

To give some sense of what is at stake: There are actors who star in massively successful, profitable, critically acclaimed shows that are all on streaming services. You see them all the time. They are famous, A-list celebrities. Nearly all of those actors don't earn enough to qualify for health insurance, because the studios forced them to accept a buyout for all their residuals (decade of reuse, at the least) that is less than I earned for one week on TNG. And I was the lowest paid cast member in 1988. They want to do this while studio profits and CEO compensation are at historic highs.

I mean, if not now, when? And I haven't even touched on AI and working conditions.

We must fight for the future of our industry in the face of changing technology, the same way our elders did in 1960. So today, my Spacemom and I went to the place where it started for us, way back when, to do just that.

I see all your support. It means so much. Thank you.