#Rights of Child in Father’s Property After Divorce

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Rights of Child in Father’s Property After Divorce

Dr Ajay Kummar Pandey, Advocate Supreme Court 

As per Hindu Succession Act, children are coparceners, ones who share equally in the inheritance of an undivided property, including ancestral property. This right comes to children by birth itself. They also enjoy the right to survivorship, i.e. the right to divide the share among rest if one of the coparceners dies along with the right to sell their share of the property to anyone they want and so on. However, these rights can be denied to them under certain circumstances, including divorce.

Rights of Sons in Father’s Property

A property for the purpose of inheritance has been divided into  ancestral and self-acquired and the rights related to each of these differ. In case of  ancestral property, sons get inheritance rights by virtue of birth itself.  This property can be divided between father and son, even during the lifetime of the father.  Son is also free to sell his share in the ancestral property to any third person even before the formal partition of the property. However, the circumstance changes completely, when it comes to  a self-acquired property, of the father. Here, the father  has a right to gift or Will the property to anyone he deems fit, and no one can raise an objection over such transfer. Thus, if the property is a self-acquired property of the father and he has gifted or willed such property to someone by his own will, without any coercion, undue influence, fraud or misrepresentation, a right cannot be claimed over the property.

Rights of Daughters in Father’s Ancestral Property

Earlier, only male members of the Hindu Undivided Family (HUF) had a right over the ancestral property. However, after the amendment made to the Hindu Succession Act, in the year 2005, a Hindu female has an equal right in ancestral property as that of a Hindu male.

The Hindu Succession (Amendment) Act, 2005 that came into effect from  9 September 2005,  has removed provisions that were discriminatory towards Hindu daughter’s inheritance rights. The Act also provides that, a married Hindu daughter has a right of residence in her father’s house if she is deserted, divorced or widowed.

Further, until recently, the rights guaranteed to daughters under the 2005 amendment were considered to be applicable only to cases where a woman’s father was alive as on 09.09.2005  (i.e. the date on which the amendment was brought into force).

This meant that women whose fathers died before 09.09.2005 were denied the coparcenary rights guaranteed by the 2005 amendment. But now it stands rectified and it is applicable retrospectively to all cases irrespective of the date of 09.09.2005. This final move has completely eliminated any discrimination between the rights of daughters and sons.

Rights of a Child in Father’s Property After Divorce 

In the background of the above, now it can be clearly said that divorce does not affect the rights of a child in the father’s ancestral property. A child may be excluded from their father’s ancestral property if there is a will that excludes them from inheriting such ancestral property.

The self-acquired property of a father is his own. He may choose to dispose  it off  or transfer it according to his discretion. A child shall not claim a share in his father’s self-acquired property as a birthright.

Generally, the self-acquired property is bequeathed to a child by their parents. In case a father dies without a will, the child can claim a share in the self-acquired property of the father. While divorce does not affect the rights of a child in the property of their father, they depend upon the father making a will.

We should also consider whether a father can gift a property to  his son . In a recent case, the Supreme Court held that a property that was gifted  by a father to his son could not be counted as an ancestral property simply because he got it from his father. The court stated that the property of the grandfather can be held as the father’s ancestral property.

There are only two conditions under which the father would get the property, one being that he inherits the property after his father dies or in case the fathers’ father had made a partition during his lifetime. However, when the father obtains the grandfather’s property by way of gift, it is not considered an ancestral property. Sons and daughters don’t have any claim on the said property gifted by the grandfather.

A gift from the father to his son is not a part of the ancestral property as the son does not inherit the property on the death of the grandfather or receive it by partition made by the grandfather during his lifetime. The grandson has no legal right on such a property because his grandfather chose to bestow a favor on his father which he could have bestowed on any other person as well.

Thus, the interest which he takes in such a property must depend upon the will of the grantor and therefore, when the son has got the property from his father as a gift, his other sons or daughters cannot claim any part in it calling it an ancestral property. He can alienate the gifted property to anyone he likes and in any way he likes. Such a property is treated as a self-acquired property, provided there is no expressed intention in the deed of the gift by the grandfather while gifting the property to his son.

The Hindu Succession Act, under Sections 24 to 28 provide for certain cases where an heir may be disqualified from inheriting the property of a person dying intestate. Of these disqualifications, one which may lead to the disqualification of the right to inherit property by a son or daughter is the provision of ‘murdered disqualified'. As per this provision, a person who commits or abets the commission of the murder shall be disqualified from inheriting any property of the person murdered. Thus, if a son or daughter is found guilty of murdering or abetting the murder of his/her father then, they shall be disqualified by law from claiming their share in his property upon succession.

[elliemarchetti]

Enchanted to Meet You

Hello @corcracrow, your Secret Santa here! I know I haven't filled you with questions as I would’ve liked, and you probably have the feeling of not knowing me that well, but unfortunately real life has hit hard both on my creative process and my free time. Anyway, I don’t want to spoil the mood for I'm very happy to reveal myself and I hope you likethe first chapter of the fic I have prepared for this year’s @acotargiftexchange

Plot: The Archeron sisters are prominent members of the Upper East Side, as are the Vanserras. Elain is fresh out of a disappointing relationship, while Lucien is the neglected seventh child of a couple who haven’t loved each other for a long time. Will they be able, after a chance meeting at a Christmas party, to build something they could cherish or will gossips and meddling families stifle the budding interest they feel for each other?

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Elain looked around, a glass of champagne held firmly in her right hand. The celebrations were going well, Feyre was having fun, laughing at a joke delivered by her new boyfriend, while Nesta twirled on the dancefloor like a ballerina in a music box, barely noticing her partner. It was the second Christmas party they attended this year, but since their business was booming, she guessed it wouldn’t be the last. At least the host picked some quality wine, a competent catering and classy live music. All the participants belonged only to the best families of the Upper East Side although, and she suspected not by mere coincidence, the Nolans were missing from the guest list. Some had already begun to whisper ill-will about their absence, but since the event was being held on one of Rhysand’s properties, Elain had the privilege to screen out those who were no longer welcome in her vicinity. She was aware she shouldn’t have been so naïve, a marriage proposal so hasty and at such a young age could only come from the heart when net worths like theirs weren’t at stake, but since she still struggled to figure out what to do with her feelings about it, she thought it wiser to let those social climbers stay in the dark place they called home.

Graysen had defined the architecture of his house as designer modern brutalism, but Elain, for the short time she had spent within its walls, had thought it nothing more than a luxurious prison. There were few windows, practically no natural sunlight, it didn’t have a balcony, a veranda, or even a garden, and although the underground swimming pool and spa had done their duty when she needed to relax, everything, including the obsessive order kept in the rooms by a bevy of maids she had never met, appeared fake. Like the love of its heir, after all, like the glittering gifts of his mother. There was no sentiment in everything they did, and since nothing was more distant from the teachings of her father, Elain had decreed that what happened before it was too late was for the best. Not that she would’ve completely ruled out the idea of a divorce if she found out after she married him that Graysen had joined their families only for financial benefit, but it was a nuisance she preferred to avoid, just like the fast-approaching gossips.

Luckily, someone was ready to save her, or so it seemed from the twinkle in the russet eye she met.

She knew Lucien Vanserra only by name, but his story was almost legendary and the reason most rich parents won’t let their kids go to public schools anymore, even if they were renowned and the courses were the best in the US: coveted heartthrob while still in college, a young professor not in her right mind developed a crush on his socially anxious best friend. When he’d rightly rejected her, she had decided to disfigure him with a kitchen knife. Lucien had been quick to push his mate away from the blade, but had been hit in turn, losing his eye and, despite countless surgeries, finding half his face permanently disfigured by a deep white scar, in stark contrast with his amber skin.

“I wanted to wait for some mutual acquaintance to do the honors, but given the situation it seemed like an appropriate time to come and introduce myself,” he said by a way of greeting, extending a manicured hand. The sleeve of his green jacket ran up a little, showing off a probably priceless watch, matched with the eccentric gold prosthetic with which he had replaced the missing eye.

 “We’ve really lost our manners these days,” Elain joked, offering him a firm shake. It was her mother who told her, before she died all those years ago, that a weak hand was a sign of a weaker character, and after the misunderstanding with the Nolans, she was determined to convey confidence in every detail of her being. That was why she had chosen the dress she was wearing, with a neckline not too exaggerated but not even as chaste as she would’ve once preferred, the skirt narrower on the hips, where previously would’ve been tulle and wide pleats.

“Who do you think is the rudest?” Lucien asked, scanning the people by the bar. Being caught red handed, those who had distracted themselves from their conversations to glance curiously in their direction suddenly turned back to their interlocutors, making Elain smile bitterly. She could already imagine what they would say about them at the next brunch they were going to attend, she could already hear them referring to Lucien as the Beast to Elain’s Beauty regardless of the fact he was extremely charming, his disability just a means to spout malice.

“After careful consideration, I think Keir wins the prize,” Elain admitted, glaring at a blond-haired man who was displaying his voluptuous daughter like a beast at the farmers market to a group of older guests. The young woman seemed incredibly uncomfortable but didn’t leave her father’s side until a scary guy, all cradled in black, asked her to dance.

“He has been trying for nearly a year to convince my father that she and my brother would be a good match, but I think Eris’s interest lies elsewhere,” Lucien replied, nodding at Nesta’s current dance partner. His hair was a little more orange than Lucien’s, way shorter but still long enough to be tied at his nape, and although his skin was lighter, the resemblance was uncanny despite the age difference.

“She’s a though nut to crack,” Elain warned him, wondering if at least this bachelor would last a few months with her. The previous suitor didn’t get to the end of the third, retreating in his chase because of her cold and detached attitude.

“Who knows, they might have found each other, then,” Lucien muttered, drawing a surprised laugh from Elain. She was happy not to be an only child, but sometimes being three sisters and with such different characters was a real challenge. She couldn’t imagine how Lucien managed to get along with everyone in his large family, although, being the seventh, it probably meant nobody paid him much attention.

“Are you as difficult as him?” she asked, once the silence stretched for a little too long. She was enjoying their conversation, the ease with which Lucien opened up, as if he wasn’t used to be associated with the same high-class circles as the rest of the presents. His quick remarks had the same taste as notes passed under the desk during boring lessons, thrilling and personal, even if they talked about nothing of substance, and his presence was grounding, capable of freeing her mind from unpleasant thoughts and calming her anxiety.

"If I want to, but fortunately it’s not something I have often to retort to,” he replied, before downing the glass of liquor in his right hand in a single sip. “And are you the gentles of the bunch as is rumored?”

Elain thought about it for a second. Regardless of how she wanted to behave, her nature wasn’t as wild and showy as Feyre’s or as relentless and demanding as Nesta’s: her qualities lay in diplomacy and understanding of her surroundings, she liked to observe more than act, and make thoughtful decisions to prevent mistakes. She was reserved, always composed, and knew how to keep her opinions to herself, but that didn’t make her any less dangerous, just easier to underestimate.

“I suppose so, or maybe I’m just really good at my job,” she replied, finishing the champagne herself and depositing the flute on an empty tray.

“Which, if I’m not mistaken, is sadly required,” he murmured in her ear, sending a shiver down her naked back. Elain followed his line of vision, and saw her father suspiciously pale and unsure on his legs.

Her eyes involuntarily rolled back in her skull. It was always the same damn story: he was the CEO of a multi-million-dollar company, not a small-town carpenter unfamiliar with open bars, therefore he should’ve known better than to get wasted before midnight, but punctual like a Swiss clock, he proved to be unable to complete even such a simple task. Elain didn’t expect him to suddenly stop drinking, despite all the help his daughters offered and the professionals they were handsomely paying, but she felt like it wasn’t too much to ask for him to not make a fool of himself at public events.

“I could show you where the backdoor is,” suggested her interlocutor, offering his arm with a wink of his good eye. “That’s where I usually sneak out from anyway.”

Convincing her father to move away from the corner of the room where he had retreated, probably in vain search of the poorly positioned bathroom, wasn’t as simple as it may sound, but once they succeeded, Lucien helped her to keep him upright, to make as few guests as possible notice his state.

“After you,” he told her with a polite smile, when they finally reached their destination, before opening the plastic door and bowing to let her pass like the humble usher of one of the luxurious hotels where he too surely used to stay when he did something his parents wouldn’t have approved of.

As soon as she stepped out, the acrid smell of New York immediately flooded her nostrils, and she was sure that if it hadn’t rained so heavily a couple of fat rats would’ve welcomed them back into the real world too.

“My usual luck,” Elain muttered, trying to keep from shivering in the cold. Her jacket had remained in the wardrobe, as to attract as little attention as possible, but the taxi Lucien had kindly called was at least a couple minutes away, so she could only hope that the thin fabric of her dress didn’t show off her nipples hardened by the winter air.

“My mother told me cream goes great with green,” Lucien whispered, and before Elain could ask him what the hell he was talking about, she felt the weight of his blazer settle on her shoulders.

“Thank you,” she murmured, meeting his gaze perhaps for the first time since they’d taken shelter under the tiny plastic canopy. He wasn’t pitying her, he wasn’t amused nor even annoyed, he simply seemed used to helping strangers in need and vaguely sorry that their time together had come to a premature end.

“No need to thank me Cinderella,” he replied, very tenderly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. “But now we have to load your father into the carriage.”

The taxi had indeed arrived at the only exit of the dead-end street, as close as possible to its future passengers. The pouring rain didn’t take long to soak her hair, and Lucien’s white shirt stuck to his arms, the muscles tense from the effort. The cold seemed to have brought her father a little back to his senses, but his tremors, mixed with an innate lack of coordination exacerbated by the alcohol, weren’t helping.

“Your jacket…” Elain started, once she was seated, but the owner shut her with a shrug.

“See it as a reason to look for me if you ever want to see me again,” he replied, and with that, he closed the door, gesturing for the driver to start moving.

“Where am I taking you, miss?” asked the man, who was already taking the road furthest from the entrance of the venue to avoid the paparazzi camped nearby despite the adverse weather, when he realized she wasn’t going to give him directions soon, the girl too focused on the encounter she just had. Blushing for the embarrassment, and with her mind focused mainly on the heat emanating from Lucien, whose shadow remained on her in the form of his velvet jacket, she absentmindedly provided him her address.

In a moment of clarity, Elain forced herself not to be delusional. Such a handsome and charming guy was certainly already taken, or at least he had a roster of sexy lovers. But then why be so nice? Why help with her father? She was still up wandering the kitchen and asking herself questions she couldn’t know the answers to when Nesta returned home, fortunately alone.

“Judging by your state no redhead was lucky tonight,” she tried to joke, but Nesta’s expression was deadly grave and she plopped down on one of the chaises longues in the living room dimly lit by the fireplace.

“Do you think we should send him back to rehab?” Elain asked, sitting down on the expensive rug the subject of their conversation had bought on his last trip to the Middle East.

“I say give him a second chance, but only one,” she replied, her gaze following the dancing flames.

“You should’ve stayed at the party,” Elain scolded her, resting her head on her thigh, left bare by the deep slit of her dress. “The situation is under control.”

“I can’t have fun when I know you’re shouldering his addiction alone,” Nesta replied, stroking her still damp hair, destroying definitively the elaborate hairstyle. Elain didn’t say anything else, but for some reason, as Nesta recounted her version of the evening, her eyes kept slipping to the door in hope a certain gentleman would ring the doorbell just to say goodnight. 

[dokk-fukuro]

Half-Blooded [Äs Nödt x f!Reader]

A/N: I have a headcanon that the wound on Nödt's face was the result of a sudden freeze and an attempt to escape from the ice captivity of Sode no Shiroyuki, so my dear sinners, you can enjoy Äs’ dry, sweet lips.

TW: Asphyxia, female reader, rough sex, Hickeys/Bites, unprotected sex

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You volunteered to join the Wandenreich, honing your Quincy skills at an early age. You were drilled by your father, who was very demanding, and couldn’t even think that a half-blooded couldn’t do something.

You were raised in hatred for the Shinigami, dad reminding you from time to time that they staged a mass extermination of all your brothers, and only a few remained alive, but they were forced to hide so that old enemies wouldn’t reach them. And you believed in it, not doubting the words of your father for a moment.

But your mom couldn't take the propaganda anymore. Shinigami, Quincy, Hollows and war - all this seemed alien to the woman, since she herself was an ordinary person. She wanted a normal childhood for an only child, away from all this nightmare, although the woman was sure that you definitely wouldn’t be like everyone else. You are special among other children.

The woman thought that by divorcing her husband and leaving for another city, she could protect you from the unenviable fate of becoming another cog in achieving the vague goals of her ex-husband. At any rate, it did work for a while, until, on your eighteenth birthday, you faced the dire consequences of your mother running away.

You found her dead in a small apartment, and already from the threshold you realized that this was not the work of some burglar thief who wanted to profit from property. It was someone who possessed a strong reishi, not like an ordinary person. You dismissed the Quincy option because they don't touch people. And only Shinigami remained. Anger boiled in your veins.

“Poor child,” a hoarse male voice was heard, cutting through the silence of the apartment. You startled and stared into the far, dark corner, from where a man with a thick mustache came out. He was wearing white clothes and a black cloak. You shied away from him in a panic. “Don’t be afraid of me, Y/N, I won’t hurt you. I'm here to help you get revenge. You survived Ausweilen, so you are worthy to go with me.

The man extended his hand to you. You grabbed it without thinking for a second. A dark-haired man who called himself Yahweh gave you a promise that you could take revenge on those who killed your mother. And for some reason Y/N believed him.

The dream of the death of your mother and the appearance of Yahweh in the house with good intentions to destroy those who were guilty, you dreamed quite often. And he was probably the only thing Y/N ever dreamed about. As if the film on the filmstrip was not changed on purpose.

The Wandenreich received you coldly, even indifferently, since you were a half-blood, but you didn't pay much attention to it, preparing yourself to become a unit in the holy war against the Shinigami. Y/N was stubborn, trained very often, practicing new skills, and over time, many even liked your zeal. 

To improve day by day is an aspiration given not to everyone. You were especially interesting to Sternritter "F", who often saw your person at the training ground of his unit for training until you lost consciousness. Y/N wanted to show the best result.

But what Äs Nödt could not have expected was that one day you would show up in his room in his office with an extremely unambiguous offer, in an unbuttoned uniform, under which there was nothing but trousers and underwear. This was already confusing.

"Fuck me." Sternritter "F" stared at you standing in the doorway. If it were possible, Äs Nödt would choke on air. “You heard me.” You weren’t going to repeat yourself, closing the door behind you.

It was just right to send you out, clearly insolent, out of sight, but the Quincy was seized by some curiosity.

After all, none of the girls in the Sternritter ranks offered anything like that. Äs Nödt was feared by everyone who was nearby, because he was never asked about such things.

"Tell me: do you know the concept of "Self-preservation instinct?" When you had already sat down on the brunette's knees, he felt the warmth emanating from your body. And it was damn enjoyable. For the first time in his life, he was so pleased to feel someone indecently close to him.

Your features were intriguing. They were pleasing to the eye, so the Lord of Fear was not going to look away.

And again the bright thought visited his head to push you off him and escort you out, but he was still curious, in particular, how far you could go. Especially when she knew what was hiding under the spiked mask.

But for now, your hands are stroking the thin body of a young man through the overcoat of the Wandenreich. Äs Nödt almost devoured you with his black eyes, while you fidgeted a little on him, biting your lip.

The Wandenreich was not a haven of affection and friendship, so what could have happened between you two was a big question mark, unless, of course, you were scared to death of him.

Äs Nödt couldn't get rid of the thought that he would like you to keep moving on him, warming his body. And your unbuttoned shortened coat, which served as part of the uniform, added a hundred points in advance to the piquancy of the unfolding picture, covering only partially a young body, leaving a flight for fantasy.

Large palms with long, thin fingers in fingerless gloves slid over the delicate skin, which was not hidden by the form, and darted behind your back, causing a herd of goosebumps and a noisy exhalation through your body. You visibly trembled and laughed shortly. And the laughter sounded unusually languid, low, even with a certain hoarseness, and Sternritter would be damned if he told himself that it didn't turn him on.

“Come on, don’t be afraid to touch me,” the brunette was at a loss. To be afraid of such simple things? However, the fact is that Äs froze, not moving his hands either up or down, trying to understand: did you like his touch? His hands always seemed cold to everyone, and then a noisy exhalation and a radiance in your eyes.

The young man again touched your bare back under your coat, and you leaned forward a little, arching. At that moment, the pleasant smell of your body reached Sternritter's nose, slightly sweet, but not cloying to the point of nausea. Unobtrusive.

The growing arousal of the brunette was already resting on the bottom of your stomach, and therefore your palms reached for the buttons on Nödt's overcoat, slowly unbuttoning it. As you'd expect, there was nothing underneath but pale skin, which was a little surprising. Quincy wasn't cold?

It was difficult for you to focus your eyes on something. Sharp collarbones, a noticeable Adam's apple and protruding muscle reliefs. Äs Nödt in your eyes now did not seem so thin.

“Stop trying to scorch me with your eyes.” The young man’s voice also dropped. The hoarseness that had hitherto been expressed became seductive, and you bit your lip, enjoying how the memory played back Sternritter's words over and over again. You were no longer interested in the content, but in how it was said.

The coat from your shoulders was dropped to the floor, showing a completely beautiful female body to the calm gaze of black eyes. Fingers quickly found the clasp of underwear, deftly getting rid of it.

Squeezing neat breasts in his palms, Äs Nödt massaged your nipples with his thumbs, listening to how muffled moans fly from your lips.

For you, it was a completely different feeling than when you were still living a normal life as a teenager in Japan, meeting your first high school love, who shamelessly left you for an older girl from the host club. A vile feeling, like a kind and caring Y/N was traded for an empty shell with a beautiful face. However, that's how it was.

“Wait,” you breathed, forcing the brunette to slow down with caresses.

Initially, he didn’t understand what you wanted to do, and only when you began to cover his cool skin with wet kisses, starting from the area under the mask, Quincy feel trembling fingers reach for the clasps on it. He was overcome with a desire to see the fear in your eyes, to see the reaction when ugliness appeared in your gaze. And this was mixed with the pleasure of the warmth of someone else's lips, which, in contrast to the cool skin, was felt more strongly, as if the temperature of your body was above the norm of a healthy person.

You froze as soon as the clasps gave way and the mask fell off the young man's face. You glanced at the disfigured cheeks, on which the scars seemed to be fresh and extended to the line of the lips.

“Is that all?” Y/N laughed softly and pressed her lips to someone else’s. And it finally blew the brakes. impossible to resist, because your fragile-looking body was pressed into the bed.

Äs Nödt did not particularly stand on ceremony, covering the heated skin with bites, biting into the tender flesh almost to the point of blood. The bites licked, which made the young body tremble only more. Y/N's moans grew louder, longer; you threw back your head, exposing your neck for bites, absolutely not caring about the marks that would obviously remain on your body.

Sternritter "F" stepped back to look at what he had created, and not to say that he did not like the result. Having pulled off your trousers and thrown off your overcoat, bracelets with spikes and fingerless gloves, Äs reached out with his hands to your knees and parted your legs. Having settled down between them, he was dizzy with the sensation of the warmth of the female body, so much so that two became intoxicated with caresses and touches to each other.

The brunette kissed the skin beneath him inconsistently, going from neck to stomach, from him to shoulders, and from hips to chest, where he stopped, paying close attention to hardened nipples. His tongue felt unnatural, like it was longer than normal, but it didn't make it any worse.

“Your body is trembling so, but I don’t feel your fear, only sweet languor. It seizes me, pushes me to do many dirty things with you tonight. You should be ashamed.” His breath was hot against his skin. Äs Nödt held on with all his might, despite the fact that his trousers were terribly tight. Stimulation was needed to bring down the arrogance at least a little, to give enlightenment to the consciousness, not to allow the animal desire to possess the girl under him, not to allow himself to tear apart the young body.

“You talk too much,” Y/N chuckled hoarsely and pulled his face to hers. Having dug into the lips of Sternritter "F", you felt how his tongue penetrates into your mouth, passes through the gums, the upper row of teeth, the palate; his hands tighten your underwear, but not completely, only to run a palm under the elastic band, touching the tender labia and dirtying his fingers in your juices.

Muffled moans broke from your kissed lips and drowned in the kiss. Äs Nödt no longer wanted to resist the desires of his body, although until recently he was firmly convinced that he no longer cared about such things. Moving his pelvis, the brunette rubbed his cock protruding from his pants against your naked thigh. It was easier that way.

The young man succumbed to the temptation to feel the once forgotten feelings again, especially after you yourself came to him, offering such a thing.

Äs didn’t think to penetrate with his fingers; teased, deliberately touching your swollen clitoris. The young body in his hands burned, demanding attention. The bite marks were monstrous; easily and quickly they would have definitely not come down. His scarred lips brushed across your cheek, down to the first bite on your neck, kissing him as his fingers still wiggled under the elastic of your underwear.

“Äs Nödt, stop teasing,” Y/N drawled inconsistently, feeling the desire painfully reduce her lower abdomen and labia. You needed him in every sense of the word. "Please."

To tell the truth, the brunette himself was barely holding on so as not to cum in his pants, feeling how you writhed under him, listening to your moans. A person is rarely completely honest with himself, and the moment of pleasure was one of those.

First one finger entered your pussy, then the second; and all this to the accompaniment of a sweet moan. Your wet narrowness pushed you to give a damn about all the foreplay and just squeeze you into bed, mastering the body. But, unlike Bertschy, who shows no pity for anyone but his associates, Äs Nödt could not afford such atrocity. Not towards you. The brunette moved his fingers inside slowly, enjoying every moan and the way your expression changed. Y/N showed a beautiful spectrum.

“Äs I—” you screamed, breaking off. A wave of orgasm washed over your body, sweeping from head to toe. endured.

Having pulled off his trousers along with his underwear, Nödt distributed your juices along the length, hissing through clenched teeth. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed you here and now, and if you were joking, or if it was a Gremmy Thoumeaux’ joke with his ability to project his fantasies, both of you will have a very bad time. Quincy pulled off your panties, leaving them on the edge of the bed. Now there was nothing to stop him.

“I can see your desire in your eyes. Come on, say it out loud, Y/N,” Sternritter ���F” hissed dangerously close to your lips. The tip of his cock rested against your pussy, the young man was ready to enter in minute, feeling one with you, that so shamelessly moaned under him minutes earlier.

His cock was wide, veined along its length, and as pale as his entire body. The reddish head oozed pre-cum and was a little larger than it should be, but this did not spoil the overall appearance.

“I want you, Äs Nödt,” you whispered, but the Quincy obviously didn’t like this, so you had to gather all your determination into a fist and stretch out, “I want you, Äs Nödt. Take me.”

The brunette deftly turned you over onto your stomach, lifted your hips up and pushed inside, reacting to your words like an obedient dog to "Yes." Listening to the sweet moan, Äs couldn’t help himself, feeling a damp warmth that gripped tightly around his cock. Thin fingers dug into your ass, holding you in one position: as close as possible to the base of the dick.

Sternritter moved slowly in and out, but each thrust was sharp towards the end, as if he was deliberately teasing the half-breed, wanting to prolong the pleasure. Self-control burned like a sheet of paper over an open flame, and therefore there was no trace of slowness, especially when you moved towards him and wagged your hips, for which you received a tangible blow to one.

“Are you thinking foolin’ around with me?” Quincy changed pace, abandoning tenderness and caution to hell. He huddled over Y/N and bit down on your shoulder as he continued to move. And due to the posture in which both were, the amplitude of his movements was small.

You squealed underneath him, drooling and tears wetting the white sheets. With trembling hands, she clung to the bed, clenching it in her fists, bending her back, changing the angle of entry, but asked only one thing - not to stop.

Straightening up over you, a wide palm gave the buttocks a couple of sonorous slaps, and then grabbed your neck, blocking the access of oxygen. Not much, but it was enough to make it harder for you to breathe.

Äs Nödt moved in your pussy briskly, rudely with a guttural growl, reveling in the opportunity to dominate you, to hear your long moans and obscene sounds of body contact mixed with squelching. Y/N seemed to lose her mind, giving in to the sensations completely, calling out Sternritter's name.

“No one has yet been able to get these desires out of me,” Äs growled, huddling over Y/N’s body again, licking the bites that were stinging with sweat. Under him, you almost broke into a scream, feeling a new release.

However, Äs Nödt was also terribly close, so his movements slowed down a little, but retained their sharpness and rudeness. A couple of deep thrusts and Sternritter "F", barely having time to leave the heated body, released thick load onto your ass, for a moment completely losing himself in pleasure.

You were both under the same blanket. No one had the desire to move. You just could not get up, but rather and exhaustedly smiled.

“We should repeat this,” Äs unexpectedly gave out to himself, which attracted Y/N’s attention. You laughed hoarsely; you lost your voice.

"Definitely."

[hey-hamlet]

hello! is there a tag for a not related au x dptam fusion? if you haven't done that before, can you share some headcanons? (only if you feel like it though!) thanks! ❤️

I don't think there is! (If there is, please correct me I can't find anything at the best of times.)

All might sucks, as usual in these AUs. He sees a little kid with the physical power of All for One but none of the political backing or life experience? Well, he's got a weapon.

He stokes the fires of the HPSCs concern subtly, until they take Izuku from his mother to 'train' him so he's not a danger - realistically, everyone knows he has two options - HPSC mouthpiece or unwilling Tartarus Warden. All Might heroically swoops in, promising to train Izuku himself - after all, he's the strongest hero, no one else would be a better fit.

Inko isn't permitted to see her son outside of once a month visitations in HPSC or Mighty Agency property, but at least he's with his hero, doing what he always wanted. Right?

Seeing all of this gives Endeavour early character development - Rei divorces him after he tells her he didn't actually mean to trap her in this marriage and they become something close to friends. She lives a few houses down in a building he bought her in her name. Shouto, as a young child, is always pouty about not getting to speak to All Might at the public events, but Touya and his father go all quiet when he asks why.

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Do you think that Hamilton’s children were aware of his illegitimacy? I highly doubt Hamilton talked about his childhood much, but do you think at least one or two of the children suspected something while he was alive? I know J.C. Hamilton skimmed over it in the biography he wrote of his father, so he at least was somewhat aware of it in adulthood.

It's not clear, but my best assumption is that he likely told them if they were curious (Which I'm sure they were, after all they were quite close with their maternal relatives and knew no one from their dad's side) the same story he told William Jackson, which was;

A Dane a fortune-hunter of the name of Lavine came to Nevis bedizzened with gold, and paid his addresses to my mother then a handsome young woman having a snug fortune. In compliance with the wishes of her mother who was captivated by the glitter of the [blank] but against her own inclination she married Lavine. The marriage was unhappy and ended in a separation by divorce. My mother afterwards went to St Kitts, became acquainted with my father and a marriage between them ensued, followed by many years cohabitation and several children. But unluckily it turned out that the divorce was not absolute but qualified, and thence the second marriage was not lawful. Hence when my mother died the small property which she left went to my half brother Mr Lavine who lived in South Carolina and was for a time partner with Mr Kane.

Source — Alexander Hamilton to William Jackson, [August 26, 1800]

Because interestingly, John C. Hamilton tells the exact same story in his biographies of his father;

Hamilton was the offspring of a second marriage. His mother's first husband was a Dane, named Lavine, who, attracted by her beauty, and recommended to her mother by his wealth, received her hand against her inclination. The marriage proving unhappy, she applied for and obtained a divorce, and removing to St. Christopher's, there married the father of the subject of these notices, and had by him several sons, of whom Alexander was the youngest.

Source — The Life of Alexander Hamilton, by John Church Hamilton

The falsehood here being that Rachel never acquired the proper divorce they make it seem. Additionally they had James Hamilton Jr. in 1753, and in 1757 or 1755 they had Hamilton (And whatever other possible siblings), before the divorce in 1759.

Nine years after Rachel left Lavien and was with James Sr., Lavien had found himself in a lot of debt, he had to sell most of his plantation, and rent out his few slaves to make enough. Additionally there was a woman living with him, and cleaning for him, so it is likely that he wished to marry her, which lead to him wishing to obtain a divorce summons on February 26, 1759. Lavien claimed Rachel had; “absented herself from [Lavien] for nine years and gone elsewhere, where she has begotten several illegitimate children, so that such action is believed to be more sufficient for him to obtain a divorce from her.” [x] Lavien also said he “had taken care of Rachel's legitimate child [Peter Lavien] from what little he has been able to earn,” while she had, “completely forgotten her duty and let husband and child alone and instead given herself up to whoring with everyone, which things the plantiff are so well known that her own family and friends must hate her for it.” [x] Lavien demanded that Rachel also be denied all legal rights to his property. He warned that if he died before her, Rachel as a widow would possibly seek to take “possession of the estate” and therefore, “not only acquire what she ought not to have but also take this away from his child and give it to her whore-children.” [x]

But the thing is, Rachel didn't even try to refute the allegations, or show up to court; which meant on the 25th of June, Lavien recieved a divorce that permitted him to remarry—but on the other hand, Rachel couldn't. So then, her children were deemed illegitimate, and she was barred from ever marrying again. There haven't been any discovered court or wedding records to show that Rachel may have tried to marry James before the divorce came up a few years later, so there is still the slight possibility Hamilton was right about his parents trying to marry and eventually when the divorce came up later it disallowed their marriage. But until that is actually proven, it seems like it was something Hamilton's parents told him, instead of the actual reality of the situation (Which definitely would have been a comprehensible lie, because Rachel knew full well she was not properly divorced, and even continued to go by “Lavien” on some of the records on the island). And he may have discovered the truth later on. After all, the records were on the island, and he would have found out about the 1759 divorce, or the 1769 probate record, especially since he was a smart kid and would have questioned their situation after his mother's death. He was pushed through several homes and lost everything, I think something would have noticably not been clicking together and he would have asked. But even so, it is likely Hamilton may have continued to repeat the story his parents told him to spare himself and his family roots. Granted, that is mostly all speculation.

John mentions that his father “rarely as he dwelt upon his personal history”, [x] so I don't think it was an open conversation topic with his kids. Although Hamilton did seem to fondly tell his kids about his mother and his time attending a Jewish school, so it wasn't as though he told his kids nothing. Just probably the sugarcoated truth. But I'm also sure the truth may have bypassed the older ones, especially when you consider how aware of politics Philip was at a young age, he was bound to hear at least a few times from his father's political rivals about Hamilton's illegitimacy. Wether he confronted his father about this, wether Hamilton probably tried to cover it up as mere slander, or wether Philip truly believed him, or may have had lingering suspicion; is all speculation. Perhaps that is why he was quite eager to fight for his father's honor when Eacker slandered the Federalist party. But I also think eventually all the kids would have had to have heard sometime in their adulthood about the illegitimacy rumors surrounding their father, but it's complete speculation what happened after. Did they ask their mother about it? Did Eliza also continue the myth that Hamilton used? Who knows. But it seems the family all followed the story that their father wasn't actually a bastard, but some legal mistakes got in the way.

Hope this helps!

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Rep. Lauren Boebert's son called 911 in December to report that his father, Jayson Boebert, had gotten physical with him and was "throwing" him around the house and that he didn't know why.

Minutes after the call ended — while Garfield County Sheriff's Office deputies were on their way to their home — the teen called again to take the accusations back, with Lauren Boebert jumping on the phone to say her son "doesn't need help."

Jayson Boebert denied to the deputies — and to Insider — that he had gotten physical with the teen.

"The safety and well-being of my family are the most important things in the world to me," Lauren Boebert told Insider on Thursday. "We've had some tough times and heartache. I've taken action to ensure there are better days ahead for all of us."

Last month, Boebert, a two-term Colorado Republican who has garnered a national reputation as a far-right representative, filed for divorce. She cited "irreconcilable differences."

An affidavit says when Jayson Boebert was served with the petition, he became "extremely angry."

"He started yelling and using profanities," the server wrote of what transpired.

Lauren Boebert denied that her husband reacted this way, calling it a "complete lie."

Still, the congresswoman is suing for parental-decision-making power and child support for their four sons. In a statement on the divorce, Boebert said she would not "discuss this matter any further in public" in deference to their kids.

In the December 11 emergency call, which came about four months before the divorce filing, Boebert's son told the dispatcher his mother had been living in a farmhouse at an attached property because the family was having "problems."

In the 6:46 p.m. call, obtained by Insider, the teen was sobbing, gasping for air, and had trouble speaking while saying his dad was "throwing me around."

The dispatcher asked the teen whether Jayson Boebert was physical with him.

"Yes, he was throwing me around," he said, breathing heavily.

"He called me a psycho, when he's the — " he added, trailing off.

The dispatcher told the teen she was going to have an officer come help and he didn't have to worry. She also asked whether there were weapons in the house.

"I mean, there are weapons in the house, yeah, but I don't think he'd use them on me," the son responded, still crying. "He just does this to me so much."

He added: "I'm in the driveway, but my mom's staying down at the farmhouse because there's problems with them. I'm going down there where he can't get to me."

Less than five minutes after the call ended, the teen called police again.

In the background of the call, a woman can be heard yelling.

"All I wanted to say is me and my dad were starting to yell. He didn't really get physical with me," the teen started to tell the same dispatcher before Lauren Boebert took the phone, cutting him off.

"Hi, I'm the mom," she said.

"OK. There was an argument over dinner. I understand you guys got to come and talk to them," she said, adding that she was "down at our second location with" her son preparing for an event.

"Just to let you know, I have him," she told the dispatcher. "His dad's at the house."

The dispatcher said she was sending officers to talk to the teen and his dad to see whether he needed help.

"He doesn't need help," she said. "But yeah, they can come here."

In a police log from the incident, an officer said Jayson Boebert said he got into a verbal argument with his son and told him to go to the farmhouse to be with his mother.

According to the log, he said he didn't hurt him but "maybe the door touched his butt on the way out."

The officer wrote that the boy said "he started yelling at his dad first and his dad wasn't physical."

The teen "said he wasn't sure why he said that his dad hurt him, but he was upset," the log said.

The officer said there were no physical marks on the teen, he and Boebert were cooperative, and no crime was committed.

JAYSON BOEBERT SAID HE DIDN'T HURT HIS SON AND ALL TEENAGE BOYS 'TEST THE BULL'

Jayson Boebert told Insider on Thursday that "nothing physical" happened on December 11. He said that he and his son had gotten into an argument and he insisted the teen go down to the farmhouse — about a 400-yard walk from the main house — to cool off. He said his son wasn't happy about it but that he needed time to cool off.

Insider's attempt to reach the teen was unsuccessful.

"He overreacted. We're back to being a family," Boebert, who works in the oil industry, told Insider, adding that he was uncomfortable with his family being in the spotlight. "All I do is work and come home and try to raise everyone," he said.

He told Insider he disciplined all four sons by making them run laps and do push-ups — not by hitting them.

Each one of Boebert's sons went through a phase between 14 and 16 where they didn't always get along with their dad, he said.

Boebert said before his wife entered politics, the family spent a lot of time together when he was off from work doing recreational activities. Now that she's "serving the country," he spends a lot of time alone with the boys, he said.

"Every teenage boy is going to want to test the bull," he said. "We've gotten over it."

On the day of the 911 calls from her Colorado home, Lauren Boebert tweeted four times.

First, she made a joke about pronouns.

Two more — including one where she appeared on video — were about her reelection.

"When you speak the name of Jesus, you aren't just saying a name," she said in the fourth. "You are declaring what you know about the authority and splendor of His name!"

The next day, she tweeted again: "Conservatives, we need to be on OFFENSE not DEFENSE." She then fired off two more tweets about immigration.

The December 11 incident wasn't the first time the Garfield County Sheriff's Office was called to the Boebert house.

In August, a neighbor called 911 on Jayson Boebert, accusing him of threatening him and running over his mailbox. The man told the dispatcher that Boebert was looking to fight "everyone in the neighborhood" after a neighbor asked Boebert's son to stop speeding down the street in a dune buggy.

Deputies responded to the Boebert house again — most recently — on January 2 for a welfare check.

The log of the sheriff's office response was short and didn't say who called for them to go to the house.

"Spoke with male at residence who came to the door when I knocked, stated 'we're good,' asked if he was sure he stated that he was," the log said.

[moonlitfirefly]

Anne Brontë's novels are not as well known as those of her more famous elder sisters, but they told truths about the abject oppression of women that English society (even her own sisters) did not want to hear, much less address. Born 1820 in Haworth, Yorkshire, Anne was the youngest of the Brontë children.

"Her second novel and the most shocking of the collective Brontë novels, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, was published under her nom-de-plume, Acton Bell, and sold out in six weeks. Anne’s depiction of alcoholism, debauchery and what May Sinclair, a member of the Woman Writers' Suffrage League, described in 1913 as “the slamming of Helen Huntingdon's bedroom door against her husband” reverberated throughout Victorian England. It is considered one of the first feminist novels.

"Anne lived for most of her life with her family apart from attending boarding school for two years when she was 16, and a six year spell as a governess in her early twenties. Her mother, Maria, had died when she was barely a year old and in Elizabeth Gaskell’s biography of Charlotte Brontë, their father remembered her as precocious. When Anne was four, he had asked her what a child most wanted. She said, “Age and experience".

"The Brontë sisters like many women writers at the time published their poems and novels under male pen names so that their work might be taken seriously in the male-dominated literary world of the 19th century: they were Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.

"Anne’s first novel, Agnes Grey, was published in 1847 under the pen name Acton Bell. It was based on her own experiences as a governess. Agnes Grey wants “to go out into the world; to act for myself; to exercise my unused faculties; to try my own unknown powers” but has to deal with instances of abuse of women and governesses, oppression and isolation.

"Her second novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, published in 1848, went further. The book describes how the protagonist Helen Huntingdon left her husband to protect her son and support them both by painting. This flew in the face of all social conventions and English law. Until the Married Women’s Property Act of 1870, a married woman was not legally a person in her own right; she was just an extension of her husband. She could not own property, sue for divorce or have legal custody of her own children. Mr Huntingdon had the legal right to force her to return, to have her charged with kidnapping for taking her own son, and with theft for supporting herself on her own money since all of her income legally belonged to him.

“Sick of mankind and their disgusting ways," scribbled Anne Brontë in pencil at the back of her Prayer Book.

"Anne met with fierce criticism for her work despite its huge popularity. Even her sister Charlotte said the portrayal of Mr Huntingdon was overly graphic and disturbing. Anne merely remarked mildly that she "wished to tell the truth" and stuck to her guns.

"After Anne's death at the age of 29 of tuberculosis, Charlotte *prevented further publication* of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, writing: “It hardly appears to me desirable to preserve. The choice of subject in that work is a mistake, it was too little consonant with the character, tastes and ideas of the gentle, retiring inexperienced writer.”

The last word to goes to Anne:

“When we have to do with vice and vicious characters, I maintain it is better to depict them as they really are than as they would wish to appear. To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light is doubtless the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to pursue; but is it the most honest, or the safest? Is it better to reveal the snares and pitfalls of life to the young and thoughtless traveller, or to cover them with branches and flowers?

O Reader! if there were less of this delicate concealment of facts – this whispering 'Peace, peace', when there is no peace, there would be less of sin and misery to the young of both sexes who are left to wring their bitter knowledge from experience.”

Another ace post from the Attagirls!

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[gnattyplayssims]

1959 Pt2 - Jameson Reed

"Mizrahi? Any connection to the HCR?"

"I thought so but her father left Henford in the 30's. Lives in Copperdale now. Not rich enough to bother with a ransom. Sofia's practically useless to me."

"Sofia?! Why didn't you say so...She's the one we've been looking for."

"The kid with the cypher?"

"Not a kid any more."

Don smirked, "Not after I was done with her."

"She wouldn't know she has it, it's just a regular book to her, but there's no way she'd entrust someone like you with the information. We need someone to gain her trust."

"Who the plumb is this?"

"Don, meet Jameson Reed my most trusted agent. He specializes in undercover missions. He'll get the cypher."

"Forget it! She's mine, I don't part with my property for free."

"Oh don't worry, you'll be compensated. But you'll have to play along."

Jameson spoke for the first time. "Tell me a bit about this girl. What does she like?"

"Stupid fairy tales and her brat. Especially the brat. She won't shut up about her. If you swoop in like a fairy tale prince and keep the focus on the kid, she'll never suspect a thing."

Jameson Reed had settled into his mission a bit too comfortably for his liking. Getting married had not been the plan but it had been the only way to keep Sofia's focus on him like the sweet innocent dove she was. He'd kept her and the house bugged so he knew she was onto him.

"Going somewhere?"

"Oh um, Ava had a nightmare and Thomas was fussy...I was gonna make some hot chocolate."

"Ava hasn't had a nightmare in years and Thomas is a self-soother and doesn't like being held."

"Oh well, some hot chocolate still sounds nice. Would you like some?"

Jamal smiled that same smile that used to bring her such comfort and now sent a chill through her. "How bout you make some for you and Ava and I put Thomas back to bed."

"Oh...okay...thank you."

"Don't take long, Okay Baby?"

"Of course sweetie. I'll be right there."

Sofia yawned exaggeratedly as he entered the room but he pinned her to the mirror in the way that used to make her heart pound in anticipation...now it was pounding for a completely different reason. "What's going on with you?"

She removed his shirt, "What do you mean?"

He quickly undressed her pressing her against the mirror. "Don't think you're getting away with this."

"With what?"

"Using your body against me. I know there's something you're not telling me."

Her heart was pounding but not from his touch as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

Things steadily got worse as Sofia became more desperate to get her and the children out and Jamal let his mask slip more and more. He began nagging her about her duties as a wife and mother, working later shifts and berating her for not satisfying him the way she used to.

"I want a divorce Sofia, I already got the papers you just need to sign them." Hope filled Sofia for just a moment before he tore it away, "And I'll be taking Thomas."

"What? No! You can't take my son."

"He's my son too and I'm the one who can provide for him."

While Sofia crumbled beneath his words, Ava had a different approach. Seeing her mother pinned against the wall was too much and Ava snapped, biting his leg, chest and neck like a feral animal. Jamal finally pulled her off, yanking her off and tossing her back in the bedroom.

Jamal chuckled "You really are too easy. So weak you need a child to protect you. Don't worry, I won't break your pretty face like Don did. It'll be rather painless. Like drifting to sleep."

"Jamal please."

"I will say this for you, I will miss that pretty mouth."

Suddenly Jamal was pulled off her and she collapsed to the floor as someone forced Jamal against the wall. "Jameson Reed, you're under arrest for assault, attempted murder and purgery in 7 worlds. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you."

Jameson was escourted off the premises with only a little fight. The Detective dropped to his knees at Sofia's side. "Hey Sof, can you sit up?"

"Nikolas?"

"It's okay, he's gone."

"But...how?"

"You never did bother to ask about my degree...or my career. A bit rude honestly."

She groaned as he sat her up and her eyes fell on the bookshelves, "I think he's keeping someone in there. I don't know if they're alive. It's been months!"

"Ok. I'll check it out" He scooped her up

"The kids."

"Safe. Sofia you're safe now."

"No, he's just another nightmare."

Nikolas carried her to the bedroom. Past the wedding pictures he wanted to just tear from the wall. He found the bedroom and lay her on the bed before returning to the bookshelf. It didn't take him long to find the book that triggered the mechanism and the room opened.

Ava had come out of her room again and watched as the door swung open. "Mr Nik?"

"Stay there kiddo."

"What's in there?"

"That's what I'm going to find out." He stepped toward the door. "Alright Mr. Reed. What exactly have you been hiding. Something incriminating I hope."

Nikolas had expected drugs, maybe weapons, perhaps files on those he'd done deals with. But this was so far beyond anything he could comprehend. He wouldn't know where to start with technology like this and the jars lining the ceiling gave him an errie feeling.

"What are you?"

1960 Pt1 - Interrogation

[itsjust-aiden]

The Basics

name: Aiden Philip Stevens nickname: n/a birthday: May 2nd, 1994 age: 29 years old hometown: Tacoma, WA current residence: downtown occupation: line cook at juniper grill gender: cis-male pronouns: he/him orientation: Biromantic Asexual

Deeper Dive

alignment: Chaotic Neutral mbti: ISTP - the virtuoso zodiac: taurus positive traits: Protective, steadfast, resilient neutral traits: Stubborn, challenging, blunt negative traits: Cataclysmic, quick-tempered, foul-mouthed   likes: hats with ear covers, poppy flowers, free-running, rage rooms, dark chocolate, jager bombs, Jack Daniels, bar scenes  dislikes: early mornings, sitting still for too long, almost everything at some point

Appearance

faceclaim: Thomas Brodie Sangster haircolor: Blond eyecolor: Brown height: 5'11" weight: 165 lbs identifying marks: chipped left incisor, stick and poke skull tattoo on his upper right thigh (it's not great) clothing style: comfortable and casual is his go to - flannels and t-shirts, straight-legged jeans, high-top Vans

Backstory

tw: divorce, drugs, child custody, emotional neglect, stroke/illness, violence, cheating mention, parental loss

Aiden was born an only child in Tacoma to an otherwise seemingly happy couple. His father was a land surveyor and his mother a realtor, which meant he never had to want for a thing in his life. This also meant that he had been primarily raised by a nanny in his formative years when their jobs ate up all their time. Attention, of all things, is what he hoped for most, but it was hard to complain to anyone when instead he got every new game console and iPhone as they released.

When Aiden was in the end of fifth grade, it came to light that his father was having an emotional affair with a coworker. Although nothing physical had happened between them, it was enough to spur a divorce. After the ink on the papers dried and his mother purchased a new home, she took Aiden to Fairford and transferred him to the middle school there.

Moving to a new town meant leaving any of the friends he had behind, and in his new school Aiden quickly became a problem. Halfway through the year he already faced two suspensions from violence and destruction of property, but his mother did very little to rectify his behavior. A slap on the wrist, and some hush hush money later, not even getting into trouble earned him her attention. It never did look good for the realtor whose son was sending kids home with broken fingers and bloodied noses.

On weekends and every other Wednesday, he took a bus back to Tacoma to spend time with his father once he hit the age of thirteen. There was never an argument on his father’s end about not seeing his son, and his mother didn’t want to put in the effort of driving back and forth at the time. It was only after he was old enough to travel on his own. Although mentally exhausting, there was no animosity toward his parents, from him or between each other. It’s almost as if the marriage had been done long before that the sting of an affair in the making was easy to shake off.

This does not mean Aiden didn’t get into his own fair share of trouble throughout middle or high school either. Skating by with C’s and D’s in high school while in trouble for truancy and fighting any other classmates simply looked at him the wrong way. He also had no issues with destroying lockers or breaking beakers in the science lab, so on and so forth. He was known for running his mouth too much which led him to get into many physical altercations, so he learned how to fight to defend himself.

Around his sophomore year in high school, his father suffered a stroke that left him partially paralyzed. It put an end to his career, Aiden took it upon himself to help take care of him on the weekends he went to visit. He became a barback in a local dive bar, but also partnered up with coworkers to distribute and sell marijuana to leave money in his apartment after visits.

Despite his mother’s push for him to go to college, all chances were dashed when his math professor in his senior year refused to pass him. He didn’t want summer school, and in a reactive rage, Aiden got ahold of a bat from the gymnasium and shattered the wind shield to that teacher’s car. Instant expulsion left him the option of taking the G.E.D., which he did, so he settled in working as he had been and helped to support the house and bills for his father.

His mother been distant enough from Aiden she never caught on to where his money was going. His father passed when he was twenty-two from causes related to the stroke. The loss wasn’t horribly difficult to get over. Aiden did grieve for a brief period, became a shut in for a few months at all the resentment for not truly knowing his father as a person despite doing all he could to financially help, but in the same breath battling with the guilt over the relief he felt over it.

By the age twenty-five, his mother gave him the boot. Aiden relocated from where she lives on the Coral Coast to downtown Fairford. He has long since quit the drug selling scene and used his restaurant experience to become a line cook at Juniper Grill. He is going through the motions at this point, just to keep his head above water.

.....

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[weebsinstash]

I just wanted to add to the Remarried Empress convo by adding that there's like no way the child is even Sovishu's.... like he ruined everyone's lives for nothing. He truly is the worst!!

For real I wasn't about to just come out and say it but like the story itself showed us a flashback of Sovieshu eating a plate of cookies with abortion/infertility drugs and he thinks he's the father of Rashta's baby? Bro maybe the reason Navier isn't pregnant is because you're SHOOTING BLANKS DUDE

Bro but for real I was reading another manhwa yesterday and I found ANOTHER GUY worse than Sovieshu although this other guy is written in such an almost cartoonishly stupid and evil way that it's kind of just for the sake of plot at some point but, the man in question is the husband Stein from No More Turning A Blind Eye. My god this man speedran getting hard prison time like it was going for gold in the Olympics. A prideful narcissist who DESTROYS HIMSELF with how SEETHING he gets from his wife getting a divorce

Without huge spoilers, the transmigrated FL divorces him and he uh goes on a mission for revenge and blames everyone else in the mean time. If you want spoilers on how absolutely nuts he starts to go, read below

My god when I say this dude starts going off the rails. I would compare him to Mikhail from Father I Don't Want This Marriage because once the FL leaves him he begins a dark path of pure spite. But before the FL left him, before he even got a mistress, he treated his wife Ophelia like total absolute garbage. He causes his wife and the FL to start having body dysmorphia because he starts telling her she's eating too much and gaining weight, like, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT because he's essentially trying to scare her away from the dinner table to be alone with his mistress Ariel, who tbh the story never really explains how they met or why they fell in love unless im just way too stoned when I read these. The dude's a fucking loser too, he is only a count and he only gained that position from marrying Ophelia who is from a higher ranked very prestigious family, the Heavenwalker house. He basically mooches off her income

So like, here's a basic order of events. Dude starts not coming home, he brings his mistress in, at some point takes an extremely sentimental dress of the FLs and let's the mistress wear it, constantly berates and belittles FL, FL GETS HIS ASS BY WALKING IN WITH A DIVORCE ATTOURNEY WHILE HE'S STILL WITH THE MISTRESS, they have to take this to court, they set FL up where she hits Ariel by accident and Stein had reporters right outside the window to report OPHELIA HEAVENWALKER BEAT HER HUSBANDS MISTRESS CLEARLY SHE'S INSANE, he wins round one in court taking several of her businesses and like a large alimony payment, FL meets ML and Stein goes absolutely nuts accusing her of cheating, even showing up uninvited to a nobles party yelling and screaming and berating her in public, how she would just be an old hag without him, has to PHYSICALLY BE REMOVED FROM THE PROPERTY, immediately the next scene is him waking up in an alley from apparently getting blackout drunk, he begins a HUGE DOWNWARD SPIRAL onto alcoholism but Ariel is still extremely loyal to him BUT PSYCHE SHE BECOMES HIS NEW VICTIM, at one point he is literally screaming at her that she's useless and she ruined everything and how she's a parasite who needs to go make money and she even starts selling off her jrwelery he had gifted her to support him while he's drinking all their money away

Like. Genuinely cannot emphasize enough that he caused ALL of his own problems, never takes any accountability, AND HE COULDNT EVEN SUPPORT THE MISTRESS? I really kind of feel bad for her if she uh didn't turn out to be a sorceress who cursed the FL and tried to kill her (and successfully did pre-transmigration). After the divorce Ophelia is literally not having anything to do with him and he REPEATEDLY tries to fuck with her, at some point KIDNAPPING CHILDREN AND DUMPING THEM IN THE WOODS IN AN AREA FILLED WITH ANIMAL TRAPS and tells Ophelia when she is rightfully furious "chill it was just a prank, why are you even here to yell at me is it because you miss me :)", and THEN???? THEN???? THERE'S A SCENE WHERE HE LITERALLY BLUDGEONS THE FL IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A ROCK TO KNOCK HER OUT AND KIDNAP HER. A FUCKING ROCK.

Jesus. Like. After he got divorced and apparently became a jobless fucking loser, he got in bad debt with loan shsrks, and they wind up going to Ophelia all "aren't you worried about your former lovers safety?" And she just replies "if you want money go to his mom the marchioness, she'll pay you to keep quiet, I am not involved, leave me alone, I do not care" and when the loan sharks return to their hideout where Stein is all but hogtied and SNIVELLING LIKE A BITCH, the robbers mock him for Ophelia not giving a fuck and his legit reaction is HOW DARE OPHELIA DO THIS TO ME, HOW DARE SHE PUT ME IN DANGER and it's like NO DUDE THIS WAS ALL YOU, THE ENTIRE TIME, EVERY SINGLE MISTAKE

Actions, meet consequences. Just a cartoonishly idiotic man who im glad got punished. I really kind of wish Ariel had been given a second chance though :( she loved him right up until the end and winds up killing herself in her jail cell after being convicted of cursing Ophelia and murdering people (because yes she loved Stein so much she became a serial killer to rob people and resell their valuables)

[aiden-stevens]

Full Name: Aiden Philip Stevens

Nicknames: n/a

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male

Age and Birthday: 29 years old, May 2nd

Birth place: San Diego, CA

Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual

Status: Single

Occupation: Line Cook at Tejas Cantina

Education: GED

Residence: Aurora Bay Drive

Family: Anastasia Galioto, Philip Stevens (deceased)

Time in Aurora Bay: 16 years

Face claim: Thomas Brodie-Sangster

tw: divorce, drugs, child custody, , emotional neglect, stroke/illness, violence, cheating mention, parental loss

HISTORY —

Aiden was born an only child in San Diego to an otherwise seemingly happy couple. His father was a land surveyor and his mother a realtor, which mean he never had to want for a thing in his life. This also meant that he had been primarily raised by a nanny in his formative years when their jobs ate up all their time. Attention, of all things, is what he hoped for most, but it was hard to complain to anyone when instead he got every new game console and iPhone as they released.

When Aiden was in fifth grade, it came to light his father was having a emotional affair with a coworker. Although nothing physical had happened between, it was enough to spur a divorce. After the ink on the papers dried and his mother purchased a new home, she took Aiden to Aurora Bay and transferred him to the middle school there.

Moving to a new town meant leaving any of the friends he had behind, and in his new school Aiden quickly became a problem. Halfway through the year he already faced two suspensions from violence and destruction of property, but his mother did very little to rectify his behavior. A slap on the wrist, and some hush hush money later, not even getting into trouble earned him her attention.

Weekends and every other Wednesday he took a bus back to San Diego to spend time with his father once he hit the age of thirteen. There was never an argument on his father's end about not seeing his son, and his mother didn't want to put in the effort of driving back and forth at the time. It was only after he was old enough to travel on his own. Although mentally exhausting, there was no animosity toward his parents, from him or between each other. It's almost as if the marriage had been done long before that the sting of an affair in the making was easy to shake off.

This does not mean Aiden didn't get into his own fair share of trouble through out middle or high school either. Skating by with C's and D's in high school while in trouble for truancy and fighting any other classmates simply looked at him the wrong way. He also had no issues with destroying lockers or breaking beakers in the science lab, so on and so forth. He was known for running his mouth too much which led him to get into many physical altercations, so he learned how to fight to defend himself.

Around his sophomore year in high school, his father suffered a stroke that left him partially paralyzed. It put an end to his career, Aiden took it upon himself to help take care of him the weekends he went to visit. Became a barback in a local dive bar, but also partnered up with coworkers to distribute and sell marijuana to leave money in his apartment.

Despite his mother's push for him to go to college, all chances were dashed when his math professor in his senior year refused to pass him. He didn't want summer school, and in a reactive rage, Aiden got ahold of a bat from the gymnasium and shattered the wind shield to that teacher's car. Instant expulsion left him the option of taking the G.E.D. which he did, so he settled in working as he had been and helped to support the house and bills for his father. (Note for me because I forget things - Aiden had been held back eighth grade year so he was 19 as a senior).

His mother been distant enough from Aiden she never caught on where his money was going. His father passed right before he turned twenty-two from causes spurred on by the stroke. The loss wasn't horribly difficult to get over. Aiden did grieve for a period of time, became a shut in for a few months at all the resentment for not really truly knowing his father as a person despite doing all he could to financially help, but in the same breath battling with the relief he felt over it.

Currently, he lives rent free with his mother in a house on Aurora Bay Drive, but she's cut him off from her finances. While he lives rent free and has a decent car she bought him for his sixteenth birthday, she's decided Aiden can provide for himself otherwise. Food, hygiene products, clothing, etc. all is on him. Keep his nose clean, stay out of trouble (which he does, for the most part), he quit the drug selling scene and used his restaurant experience to become a line cook. He is going through the motions at this point.

TRAITS.

+ Steadfast, resilient

+/- Challenging, unbothered

- Cataclysmic, foul-mouthed

HEADCANONS.

⊹ aiden's best friend is jack daniels. while he can go days without drinking easy, it does have a hold on his life to some degree. he finds it softens the edges of life.

⊹ just like a typical cook in restaurant, he lives off monster energy drinks.

⊹ he is an amateur free runner. nothing extreme - aiden mostly can scale buildings, ledges, and fences with ease. a skill learned mostly to outrun trouble.

⊹ he has a pet guinea pig named J.D. get it? J.D.? jack daniels.

⊹ his favorite brand of cigarettes are filterless lucky strikes.

⊹ aiden loves spending a lot of his free time playing dead space.

⊹ there is a tic-tac-toe match tattooed on his leg from a game he lost against mack montgomery. the loss is forever immortalized, but he loves it.

⊹ chipped his left canine opening a bottle of soy sauce when he was 20 years old but tells people it was from a fist fight.

⊹ images of his home - (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

CONNECTIONS.

I am down for most connects other than end game romantic connections. one, for the fact Aiden is a tough one to earn love from, and two, I like to work on natural chemistry. I also don’t do any sort of pregnancy plots - scares, accidental, etc.

♡ @lucydriscoll - an unlikely friendship formed out of aiden's incessant need to break in the faces of bullies, the day he'd seen lucy being picked on something in him snapped and he came to her aid. it's been the theme of their friendship since, and he watches after her. maybe to the point of being smothering, but it is just habit at this point.

♡ @fionaosmvn - the first time aiden met fiona he'd been sure they wouldn't get alone well. yet, they meshed, and to this day she drags him about with only some reluctance. he won't admit it, but the fight is for show as he eventually relents. he might tell her that he doesn't like her, but in the same breath he'd commit atrocities to anyone who gives her a problem. (not in game currently, but still canon)

♡ @cricketcampbell - unexpectedly, aiden's developed a respect for her. at first, cricket had just been the personal chef his mother hired. a worker to pay no mind to, until he started working as a line cook. then of course he developed a curiosity in her work, and he likes to pick her brain. slyly, of course. he can't be so obvious it's a compliment.

♡ @silascody - ex-boss from when aiden was a runner. being older, silas had been someone aiden looked up to. the absence of any strong male figure in his life made it easy for him to do so, the respect he holds for him insurmountable. he'd admittedly felt a little lost when he stopped dealing, and more so when silas disappeared all those years. he looks at silas as some sort of psuedo-brother.

♡ @phoebekeller - ex from highschool, aiden met phoebe in detention. he may have been ahead of her in grade year, but that didn't mean anything. for whatever reason she saw something in him at the time, and God Aiden couldn't have been more grateful for a light to come into his life at the time. one that he regrettably snuffed out in just a few years when he decided to isolate. he knows she didn't deserve to be treated in such a way, and to this day he feels guilty over it and does hold onto some hope they can maybe, at some point, rebuild a friendship of sorts.

♡ @priyaxdesai - ex-customer from his high school years, aiden wouldn't exactly label her as a friend. simply a client and a familiar face who sought out his house to escape the suffocating routine of her parents' expectations. though without that job in motion anymore, as well as her disappearing from aurora bay, he's fallen off from her life. that's not to say he is itching to find out where she's gone, or what she's been up to.

♡ @mackmontgomery - mack is the equivalent to a weighted security blanket around aiden. for someone who couldn't give a rat's ass about anyone's opinion on him, the fact that aiden feels one hundred percent comfortable around mack means more than he'd ever verbally admit. that being said, aiden will do anything to preserve that.

♡ @ambivalenceshefelt - nikki's golden retriever energy doesn't always match well with the extreme feral possum energy of aiden's but he does think she is a sweetheart. he will answer her late night calls for food when she asks, assuming he's up to make the drive, and he can empathize with her on the topic of her mother setting expectations on her. bleh.

♡ @sagexwilliams - aiden likes to give sage shit just for the sake of it. he thinks she is bossy and demanding at work, but outside of it, he finds her amusing. so he's begun the meticulous process of peeling back her layers to figure out more about her. slowly, as he doesn't want to appear too eager.

♡ @katexharmon - aiden thinks kate is pretty, like how razor blades and sharp city outlines and brightly color poisonous plants are pretty. dangerous, and fun. he finds himself by her side when he's bored and itching to get up to no good, and destroying shit at the junkyard has become one of his favorite cathartic activities.

♡ @noralevin - hanging out under the bleachers, climbing up restricted fire escapes, getting high in the custodial closets of the school — all memories aiden can look back on fondly. that being said, when nora returned back to aurora bay, that old flame reawakened, and he hits her up with no question. he's glad she hasn't tried to shake him, because he's holding onto that nostalgic feeling with a white-knuckled grip.

♡ @atticus-cortes - after a disagreement over some classmate on atticus's sports team (involving loss of their player due to drug use from narcotics aiden provided), he and aiden had at it in the hallway. atticus landed an admittedly solid swing to aiden's face, but that didn't keep him from persisting in that brawl. feelings were left at mildly tolerant at best, until they both ended up working at the All Nighter in their young twenties. apparently, getting stoned and making weird snacks with the ingredients on hand was enough to mend their relationship.

♡ @astridlius - aiden would kick it with astrid during school hours, hang out under the bleachers and hide in custodial closets. he liked her, he really did. until he learned that his vandalism hadn't been found out by chance, and she'd been the one to tell the faculty he smashed his math teacher's windshield. he'd been angry then, and he's angry to this day, and blames his expulsion on her.

♡ @summersabella - if you ask aiden, he's not sure why his first instinct when he saw summer was to push her over before riding off on his bike, but it's spun off into a lifelong rivalry of sorts. oddly enough, there is no bad blood, but it's tradition, or whatever, so he keeps at it where he can. there's plenty of times she catches him off guard, and it keeps that spark alive.

LINKS.

⊹ pinterest

⊹ inspo

⊹ playlist about aiden

⊹ aiden's personal playlist.

@aurorabayaesthetic

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Whatever Happened to Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Secret Love Child?

Amy LamareSeptember 4, 2022

It’s been 11 years since the Los Angeles Times revealed that Arnold Schwarzenegger fathered a love child with his housekeeper Mildred which shocked the world and precipitated his divorce from Maria Shriver. Even more shocking than the revelation itself was the fact that he’d been able to keep it a secret for more than a decade. Schwarzenegger’s life imploded after his son Joseph Baena’s identity was revealed. 

RELATED: The Way Arnold Schwarzenegger Responded to a Depressed Fan is a Powerful Lesson in Empathy

In the time since then, Schwarzenegger has revived his acting career and owned up to the mistakes he made. He’s rebuilt his life from the ashes of the bomb that went off in it. He’s built a relationship with his son Joseph and showed that even though he made a mistake in having an affair while married, he’s a man of character who can admit when he was wrong and take steps to make it right again. 

Schwarzenegger has five children – Joseph Baena with Mildred Baena and Patrick, Katherine, Christopher, and Christina Schwarzenegger with Maria Shriver. 

Where is Joseph Baena today and what’s he up to? Is he following in his famous father’s footsteps or forging his own way in the world? 

Joseph Baena Graduated From College

They grow up so fast! Joseph Baena graduated from Pepperdine University in Malibu in 2019 and reportedly has aspirations to follow in his dad’s footsteps by becoming an actor. In the meantime, he needed to earn some cold hard cash, so he got a job in real estate. His father may be worth $450 million according to Celebrity Net Worth, but he’s not doling out handouts to his 24-year-old son.

RELATED:  Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Life Story: From Body Builder to “The Governator”

On Sophia and Sistine Stallone’s podcast Unwaxed, Baena said, “I’m really grateful that my dad helped me get through college,” Baena started. “But right when college was done, it was just like, ‘You go. You’re on your own.’ I was like, ‘Oh, s***.’” Baena needed to find a way to make money until his acting career started delivering returns.

Baena Now Works In Real Estate

When Joseph Baena graduated from college, he wanted to be an actor. However, faced with a need to make money, he started an internship at a real estate firm. During the Unwaxed podcast, he said, “So yeah, I needed a job, and I was not getting any of the acting roles that I thought I was going to get, and like starting to get paid.  I was like, ‘I need to do something.’ So, I started interning at this real estate company.”

RELATED: Arnold Schwarzenegger Reveals The Truth About His Secret Son, Joseph Baena

Baena got a job at ARIA Properties. Though he still has ambitions to act and become a movie star, he’s doing well in his career and has even found out that he likes it, saying, “I went in there. I was like, ‘I want to just learn as much as possible while making some kind of income.’ And then I enjoyed it and was like, ‘Oh, I think I can do this pretty well.’ So, I got my license.” He became a licensed real estate agent in 2021. 

Baena’s Instagram reveals that he sold his first home in early 2022. He captioned the picture celebrating the event: “SOLD!!! Congratulations to my clients for trusting myself and @aria_properties to sell their beautiful Santa Monica Property!”

He’s a Multi-Hyphenate Like His Dad

Arnold Schwarzenegger is a former bodybuilder, actor, real estate mogul, and former governor of California. Joseph Baena is following in his father’s footsteps by also being a multi-hyphenate young man pursuing multiple ambitions. In Baena’s case, he’s a real estate agent, model, actor, podcaster, and bodybuilder. 

RELATED: Arnold Schwarzenegger: No One Can Do It Alone

His IMDB profile reveals he appeared in the TV miniseries Off the Grid and in the film Chariot. He’s got a few movies he’s filming now including Encounters and Bully High.

He launched his podcast Opposite Ends earlier this year with tech entrepreneur, Jaibir Nihal Singh. They interview successful guests to discuss their careers, what they did, what they learned, and what it took them to achieve their goals. 

He’s also following in his dad’s footsteps of being a serious bodybuilder. A quick glimpse at his social media reveals the budding actor posing in classic weightlifting poses like his dad did back in his Mr. Olympia days.

Is Joseph Baena Single?

In January 2022, Joseph Baena admitted on the Unwaxed podcast that he had been single for about a year and a half after trying out the dating apps Hinge and Raya. He also admitted that he’s only had three relationships in his life so far. 

RELATED: Chris Pratt’s Tragic Divorce Taught Him One Crucial Thing before Marrying Katherine Schwarzenegger

He dated a girl for three years from his junior year in high school until the end of his first year of college. Then he dated another girl for a year and a half starting his junior year in college. And finally, he dated Malibu Juice Club founder Nicky Dodaj, whom he met at Pepperdine for a couple of years. 

Why Doesn’t He Use The Schwarzenegger Name?

Joseph Baena is on the cover of the March 2022 issue of Men’s Health magazine, where he opens up about his famous dad and the fact that he’s following in his footsteps as an actor and bodybuilder. 

RELATED: Arnold Schwarzenegger: Don’t Ever Look For Shortcuts

In the interview, he reveals why he doesn’t use his father’s last name, saying, “When I go to auditions, they don’t know who I am because we don’t have the same last name.” Another benefit to this strategy is that when Baena does book a role he knows it was all him and not his famous name. 

Baena also said that his dad Arnold Schwarzenegger is old-school and doesn’t believe in handouts. He said, “He believes hard work pays off, and so do I. I love the word honor, and I’m very prideful in the sense that if I use my dad’s contacts or ask him for favors, I wonder what honor is that gonna bring me?”

KEEP READING: 

Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Secret Child Broke His Family

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What Are The Rights Of a Woman after Divorce in Islam?

According to Madrasat El-Quran, a woman has several rights after divorce, including:

Mahr (Bridal Money): The husband must pay the agreed-upon mahr if it hasn’t been given already.

Property Division: The wife is entitled to keep her personal belongings such as jewelry, clothes, and other items she brought into the marriage.

Financial Support: During the waiting period (iddah), the husband is responsible for providing financial support, including food, clothing, and housing2.

Child Custody: The mother generally has the right to custody of young children, with the father responsible for their financial support.

Privacy and Dignity: The woman has the right to live in a place that ensures her privacy and dignity.

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A Guide to Family Law

Family law covers many legal problems that develop in domestic partnerships. This branch of law handles domestic relations and family-related issues, such as adoption, divorce, child custody, and marriage. Knowing something about family law will help a person to negotiate the legal requirements and complexity of family conflicts.

Family law fundamentally deals with marriage and divorce. The legal binding of two people results in rights and responsibilities between them. In contrast, divorce deals with matters including child custody, alimony, and property distribution. It formally terminates a marriage. Divorce proceedings are complex and the parties typically require legal advice to ensure fair results for both parties.

Essential elements of family law include support and custody of the children. It also encompasses where a child will reside and who will make crucial choices regarding their well-being when parents divorce. Usually, considering the child's age, health, and emotional attachments to both parents, courts look at the child's best interests. Child support guarantees that the non-custodial parent financially contributes to the child's development, paying for basic living requirements, health care, and education.

A further crucial feature of family law is adoption. Through this judicial procedure, people or couples can adopt a child who is not their biological offspring. Though they differ by state, adoption regulations usually require careful evaluation of the potential parents' capacity to offer a secure and nurturing home.

Family law also covers questions of guardianship, domestic abuse, and paternity. Often employed for young or intellectually disabled people, guardianship gives someone the legal right to look after another. Paternity laws identify a child's legal father, and may impact child support and custody arrangements, while domestic violence laws offer protection and assistance to those who are the target of abuse.

A person may navigate legally and emotionally complex family law issues on their own. However, consulting a licensed attorney well-versed in family law will help them make the best decisions and ensure that any court process safeguards their interests and rights. Knowing family law's foundations will enable anyone to handle and settle family legal matters more skillfully, promoting a safer and more peaceful home.

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Ancient Rome vs Modern Edinburgh - Family Life

(posting my shitty essays that I'm deleting from my computer so they're still saved somewhere)

Ancient Rome

The ‘paterfamilias,’ or father of the family, had absolute and final control and responsibility over his family and their actions. He was legally responsible for what his children, wife and slaves did. If he wanted to, he could kill, disown, or sell his children into slavery whenever he wanted. He was also the only member of the family who could legally own any property or valuables. No matter how old they were, until their father had passed away, the sons could only receive their ‘peliculum,’ which was a monthly allowance to enable them to manage, support and fund their lifestyles and households properly. The entire extended family would be dependent on the oldest living man in the family.

Back then it was seen as much better to have sons rather than daughters because Ancient Romans put a lot of weight in the idea of carrying on the line and passing down their surname from generation to generation. If the wife of the paterfamilias was unable to have sons for any reason, then the paterfamilias would often adopt a nephew to ensure a direct line of descendance.

Roman woman normally married at around twelve to fourteen years of age, and never had any form of organised education or a paid job, while most men waited till their late twenties or later so that they had time to finish their education and set up a successful career or business. This meant that the ‘materfamilias’ (mother of the family) was normally a decade or so younger than her husband.

While men held the formal power, and were the ones seen as to be in charge of the household, women did have a lot of influence behind the scenes. The materfamilias was in charge of the management of the household. She gave instructions to the head slave as to what she wanted done. In upper class families the wife often had to act in an extremely specific way to help her husband’s career. She had to act with ‘modesty, grace and dignity’ at all times.

However, the women’s power only went so far. Their husband was the one who had the end decision about what to do with their children. It was common for midwife to put newborn babies on the ground, and the baby would only be counted as a part of the family if the paterfamilias picked it up. If the paterfamilias decided not to keep the baby, then it would be ‘exposed’ deliberately left outside in the streets or abandoned in the wild, it was assumed that if the gods willed the child to live then another family would rescue it. This normally happened to babies with perceived ‘deformities’ or when the family already had a lot of children or were struggling financially and therefore would not be able to supports the child.

Even babies that the paterfamilias let live had a difficult start to life. Around 25% of babies in at the time died before their first baby and 50% of children did not make it to ten. To encourage woman to keep having children regardless, the Roman state gave legal benefits to women who successfully have birth. After three successful births the woman could be recognised as legally independent, and could have control and responsibility in their own life. Families would have to stay together forever, divorce was not an option regardless of the circumstances, and abuse wasn’t seen as a crime.

Modern Edinburgh

Nowadays the decisions in the family are made by the adults between them. Whether those adults are a husband and a wife, two husbands, two wives or one single parent they make the decision together. The man is no longer seen as being in charge. No one has the legal right to kill or sell any of their children nowadays, and disowning them is very frowned upon. Once they reach eighteen years of age anyone can own property and they are then expected to be mostly self-sufficient. Still living with your parents once you are an adult is frowned upon, however due to the current cost of living crisis we are moving away from that idea.

We now treat sons and daughters the same because men and women have broadly the same opportunities nowadays. Surnames changing with marriage is also a concept that is being left behind. While some people still take their husbands name, some choose to hyphenate the two surnames or take the woman’s name, and lines of descendance are not particularly important anymore.

Child marriage is highly illegal, you have to be eighteen to get married now, or sixteen with parental permission. Having a bride much younger than you is now frowned upon, and women can have jobs after marriage and children. Sometimes the father stays at home to make sure they kids are looked after rather than it being the woman’s job. Most people now finish school regardless of gender, and many go one to a university or other form of higher education.

Slavery has been abolished and most households do not have any staff. Women are no longer expected to manage what their slaves do, but there is still a  societal expectation that women are in charge of cooking and cleaning.

The idea of ‘exposing’ their children would horrify adult today. If a woman becomes pregnant but would not be able to support the child, then she gets an abortion. It is the woman nowadays who gets the decision on whether or not to keep the baby, as it is her body. Our society is also much more accepting of ‘deformities.’

Nowadays the percentage of people that survive to adulthood is much higher and the average amount of babies per household is only one or two. Woman do not need to force their bodies through three pregnancies nowadays to have legal independence.

Divorce is now more common than ever before; however some religions do still frown upon it. Abuse is no longer seen as the norm, it is a crime punishable by large amounts of jail time.