#asset division

[prosper-path]

Divorce and Finances: Protecting Your Assets and Rebuilding Your Financial Life

Divorce is rarely easy, and the emotional upheaval often goes hand-in-hand with complex financial considerations. Untangling a shared financial life built over years, or even decades, can feel overwhelming. This guide aims to provide clarity and support as you navigate this challenging transition, empowering you to protect your assets, rebuild your financial life, and step confidently into your…

[elisabethdeep-blog]

Today I had some success explaining to my grandmother why 'one flag' won't fix division in Australia, by close metaphor with my own broken and bereaved family.

The government should just say my parents love each other and my sister isn't dead, that would fix it. Give us a flag. One Family.

But my sister will always be dead and that will never be fixed, and my parents MIGHT be 'old friends' someday, but that's gonna take work and therapy. And CHANGE. And RECOVERY. So.

Happy Australia Day.

[kdsburneraccount]

Anyways apparently Kirk is getting cut after the season which really begs the question of why the Falcons even signed him to that contract but it’s not my money so 😑

[void-botanist]

Thinking about Avis and Sorian doing asset division:

“What about my old sports stuff?” Avis asked. “It should all be at my parents’ house. I only brought my stuff here.” “Do you even use it?” she asked while she made a note of that. He should have known by her tone that she didn’t actually care and she didn’t really want to know, but he still said, “Yeah, Horatio and Celia will play with me sometimes. They’re not as good as you were.” “As I am,” she corrected, trying not to clench her fingers on the marker. He didn’t deserve to bother her. “Right,” he said, and even though his inflection didn’t hold even a shadow of a challenge to her frankly unsubstantiated statement, she still wanted to stab him.

she might be overreacting a little

Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling @athenswrites @kk7-rbs

[thistransient]

While I was away, my friend who's down south for a month left his fan for me to borrow. Previously I had either been using my aircon extremely sparingly (only when over 30C at night) or laying on the floor sweating like god intended. The fan's arrival, however, immediately initiated an unprecedented new era of slothfulness. Where at least before there was some motive to go in search of cooler climes (the library, the park at night), now it was entirely realistic to hang out at home, sprawled in front of the device forever. The evils of technology made manifest!

Or so I thought. After a week of this, my paranoia over the one (1) query from the immigration officer was festering, and I was growing cognisant of the fact that I didn't actually want to live out my days in a tiny dark apartment, prostrated at the altar of the artificial breeze. (Or it could also be that I simply don't want to spend the rest of my life in a subtropical heat wave...) I was getting real moody about my prospects, or lack thereof. Today I decided to finally have a go at actually finishing the preliminary test for an editing company whose listing I've come across a couple times (and usually quit halfway through because imagining reading this sort of stuff for 8 hours a day seemed guaranteed to drive me batty). But recently my bff who used to have me proofread his undergrad papers started using ChatGPT to write them, leaving me bereft of grammatical errors to savage (and also the dinners he would trade for my diligent efforts).

So I almost immediately received an email prompting me to move to the next stage, HOWEVER for visa sponsorship apparently the gov't requires either a graduate degree OR a bachelors + 2 years of relevant work experience. No teaching. If blogging and editing for friends counted as experience, I would be golden. Or rather, if I could establish a paper trail for said experience...

[citrusella-flugpucker]

((@slyfox101honk "Disney owns Fox too btw" (in the replies, which are now disabled)

For what it's worth, Disney actually specifically doesn't own the section of the Fox company that includes Fox News. They only bought ownership stake in some of the company/brand, and the parts they don’t own (which includes Fox News) are part of a separate company that is owned/controlled by the Murdoch family.))

[wanderingxrivers]

Hahahahahaahahhhahaa

I'm fucked. (This bill is all but guaranteed to pass and be signed into law.)

[walialawfirm]

Understanding Assault Law and Domestic Violence Restraining Orders in San Jose

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[shaftking]

Principally I don’t actually give that much of a fuck if someone has more than one partner or is in some polycule or sister wives situation or whatever but it sure seems like most poly people are just looking for loopholes to cheat or be disloyal to the partner they already have. Either way you’re not oppressed because you think you can handle having multiple partners at once.

For the record though, most people can’t and often the people who get into poly relationships seem to be the type who would have trouble maintaining a monogamous relationship and think that adding another person into the mix will fix it the way other maladjusted people having relationship troubles think having a baby will fix their marriage. (News flash: It won’t. It will probably make things worse. The only difference is now you have three miserable people instead of two.)

its fucking crazy how regularly people on this website who really earnestly consider themselves Radical and Progressive vitriolically mock polyamorous people

[legallotus]

Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck Divorce: Legal Implications and Asset Battles

Explore the divorce rumors surrounding Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck, the legal implications of divorcing without a prenup, and a comparison to Florida law.

Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck are reportedly facing significant relationship issues, with rumors suggesting that a formal divorce filing is imminent. Recent reports indicate that Affleck has moved out of their shared residence, and the couple is navigating the complexities of a high-profile separation. This situation provides a unique opportunity to explore the legal implications of their…

[harleyrrojar]

Asset Division Lawyer in Frisco: Protecting Your Assets During Divorce

The experience of the lawyers at Orsinger, Nelson, Downing & Anderson, LLP, in asset division, helps them break down a marital community of any size in Frisco.

[townpostin]

Saraikela-Kharsawan Gears Up for CM Hemant Soren's Visit on Sep 10

Officials inspect venue for ‘Aapki Yojana, Aapki Sarkar Aapke Dwar’ program Jharkhand Chief Minister to distribute assets and approval letters on September 10, 2024. SARAIKELA-KHARSAWAN – A comprehensive inspection was conducted at Kaju Maidan in Dobo, Chandil block, in advance of the public welfare event hosted by the Chief Minister. On September 10, 2024, Chief Minister Hemant Soren of…

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining having spent the night with a lover who isn't in the 141, only to wake up the next morning and there's in intervention waiting for you in the rec room.

Like, at first you're just confused. But when Price opens his mouth to ask you about how you slept...you have a bit of a meltdown. Why does it matter? Why is everyone staring at you? What's going on?

Soap grabs the collar of your t-shirt and pulls it down so everyone can get a look at the dark hickies dotting your neck. You slap his hand away, tears in your eyes.

"So all of you can do whatever you want? Sneak bitches on base and fuck around at all the bars we pass through! But I'm not allowed to do anything with someone I actually like?!"

It hurts. It feels like you're being stripped bare in front of them.

Price sighs, his gaze softens. It's obvious he doesn't want to have this conversation but something you've done has given him no choice. Soap just stands a few feet away, chest puffed out, eyeing you with a strange annoyance. You know if you try to leave he'll stop you.

"You are...not in the same position as us." Price tries and winces. He's obviously not putting his thoughts into soft enough words, but he continues. "You are...it is our responsibility to keep you safe."

"Safe? You're trying to keep me safe?" Your voice is raised higher than you've ever raised it at Price. "Safe by what? Fighting off all the guys at the bars? Safe by spreading lies about me to all of the PMCs and the other Task Forces?"

Price just closed his eyes and set his jaw. He had to know about the subterfuge you'd been experiencing for well over a couple years now. Everyone in the room was guilty as charged.

"You're and asset. And you're also a liability." Ghost speaks up, eyes narrowed, stance way too relaxed against the metal folding chair he sits in. "Do you remember what happened to the 7th Division?"

Saliva pools in your mouth, a sudden queasiness filling your stomach. Yeah, of course you remembered. Their beloved medic had been kidnapped by a group of angry drug lords using a mercenary group as their muscle. The 7th Division had gone in guns blazing to get their member back and well...they'd been wiped out. And their star medic they'd sacrificed everything for? She'd been brainwashed and inducted into the very agency that stole her away.

KORTAC

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You mutter. "Please tell me you're not."

"We can't have you fraternizing with anyone." Price states smoothly. "As our medic, you have a responsibility to us, your team. We can't have you getting caught up in something bigger."

"I understand what you're saying, but can't you see how ridiculous this is?" You try to reason. "I'm human, I have- god this is embarrassing. I h-have wants and...needs, just like you guys."

The silence is loud. You can't meet anyone's gaze. Price steps closer to you, swallowing hard. His next few words are spoken softly, conspiratorially.

"All of your needs will be taken care of. We will never let you suffer by yourself."

Price cocks his head to the men before you both. All of them straighten beneath his gaze. Price places a hand on the small of your back.

"Whatever it takes." He commands them. "I better not hear or see anything. Do I make myself clear?"

A trio of "yessirs" bounce off the white walls. Price just smiles and nods. He pats your back.

"There we go. You'll be fine." He sighs. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to your guest."

Your eyes widen, your throat drops into your stomach.

"Wait!"

"We've got ye, Bonnie. You n' all yer needs."

Six hands are on you from several different angles. Their massive frames block out the fluorescent lights.

"Ah, where are you goin'?" Gaz chuckles, his arm wraps around your belly.

You try to run after Price but the rec room door is slammed shut and locked. You try to push the closest man away, but he just grins down at you.

[helioscopepdx]

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[luveline]

—you meet Spencer again after losing out on the BAU job. he comforts you while you do your best not to flirt. bombshell!reader, 0.9k

You lose out on the BAU job to Elle Greenaway. It drives you crazy.

You work just as hard as Elle does, you’re professional no matter what Jason Gideon has to say about you, and you know you could do it. You have just as many successes as Elle does.

It makes you feel sick. You tried so, so hard.

I’m sorry, Hotch had said, and at least you’d had his support. He was kind enough to tell you in person. I can’t make the decision without Gideon, and if he thinks you aren’t right for it right now, we’ll have to wait.

Wait. As though Jason Gideon was ever going to change his mind about you.

You open your purse and take out the barrel of your sheer lipstick. Your compact is next. You hold the mirror up and angle your face in the sun, popping the lid off of the lipstick, and pressing its flat end to your bottom lip. The line you draw is perfectly precise. Your hand barely trembles.

You drop the mirror down and rub your lips together slowly. No matter what falls out of your control, you can present yourself to your liking. You can be immaculate. You—

“Hi.”

You look up from your rumination, startled. You’d been thinking so hard someone actually got the run up on you.

“Hi,” you say, tilting your head gently toward your shoulder.

Dr. Spencer Reid stands a polite three feet away from you. He’s suddenly changed. The last time you met him he was wearing his long hair in a side part. Now it’s split down the middle, just a touch shorter at the sides, and he’s wearing glasses.

(He’s wearing glasses!)

You’d thought he was pretty before.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” you say, tempted to call him baby, maybe sweetheart. He’s a sweet looking boy. His sweater vest makes you wanna hold his hand. “Thank you for asking. Why are you asking?”

You talk to him with no derision nor malice, just curiosity.

He frowns. It gives his eyes a sad shine. “I know you wanted the open position. You would’ve been great at it.”

“You think so?” you ask, surprised.

“I’ve seen some of your write ups. We’ve used your summaries in one of our profiles, do you… remember that?”

You send Hotch anything he wants to see.

“I don’t know why Gideon doesn’t like you… He’s so rarely wrong about people, but you’re…” He licks his lips nervously. “You’re– you’re smart. You’re inquisitive. I think you would be an asset to the team, and it’s a shame you didn’t get your chance.”

You’re making him nervous and it isn’t your intention. You put your hands in your lap and stop giving him the look, swapping your amicable smile for a proper friendly one. “Thank you. Is it okay if I call you Spencer? Dr. Spencer Reid is a lot to say at once.”

He laughs, still nervous. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Spencer, thank you for caring so much, but I’m okay. I think I might still have a chance one day, but with Elle gone, the sex crimes division is going to need me.” You lift your chin. If he’s sought you out to tell you he’s sorry, your premonitions about him when you met a few weeks ago were correct. He’s as kind as he is pretty. “I love your glasses. Are they for reading?”

“I always wore glasses when I was a kid, and then I started working here, and I thought it might make me seem less… childish, if I wore contacts, but they’re the worst.”

You laugh happily. He says it in such a pained voice. “The glasses suit you so much,” you say, shoving your things into your bag and standing. “Did you wanna go for coffee? I need a pick me up before I go back to the office.”

Spencer touches his wrist. “Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” you ask, again, without a drop of malice. You’re not stupid, Spencer has all the nervousness of someone who’s been mistreated before, and heartily, and it’s easy to be soft with him not solely because of it, but because he seems so sweet. You could happily be his friend. “Do you like coffee? We could get those hot donuts from the cafeteria, have you tried those?”

You close the little gap between you both and raise your hand carefully to his face. Gentle, you try to pull a stray hair from the hinge of his glasses leg without snapping it.

“You can tell me all the stuff I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” Spencer says.

“Come on, there has to be something.”

His mouth gives him away. “It’s not that you’re doing it wrong, you’re just– you– you’re not looking at things the…” Your fingertip brushes his cheek as you drop your hand. “…Right way, sometimes.”

“I wanted your recommendations.” You bump his elbow with yours. “I’ll buy you a coffee and you can write me a list. Cool?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes. Cool.”

You’re thinking it’ll be the start of a good friendship. You and Dr. Reid make quite a pair.