#except for one nurse and the CUSTODIAN

[statisticalcats2]

I'm into season 2 now but the Vatos mean everything to me, like they are the official representation of the spirit of humanity to me, they are how and why human society has come as far as it has, and yes I know about the deleted scene but I'm ignoring that, it was deleted, let me have this grefhiuowdi

[bobelblogger]

more grimdark setting with jenkel hyde/jack the ripper vibes

Fucking Futa's by Jack Bertram Graham

How it always starts, a well meaning dumb cunt gets other dumb cunts to hatch a dumb cunt plan to make the world a better place, squat and shat out a monster who made more turning females into breeders and males in bitch boys, took over their homeland, the neighboring countries, hopped the channel and took Albion, they just do as they please now, wipe their asses with our flag, appropriate vice dens for their personal use, banned men from voting or decently paid work, seized any male property and force them to 'resettle', fucking burnt down all tea and tobacco shoppes.

I've already been witness to oppression twice, of my father for nationality, of my fancy for skirts, thrice won't be for my sex by some puff buff tited shemen pissing on my patch, a blow will be struck for the humiliation heaped on us.

A curfew in place of six to seven for women and seven to six for men, futastein's didn't have one, I nicked wardrobes from a foreclosed theatre to obtain disguises, assumed the identity of a librarian and rumoured occasional hog boinker, cover for a natural skin ailment hence her smell they turned up their noses at the scent as I gathered reports on troop movement and depots of munitions during the allotted hours then smuggled it to the resistance holdings through the wider underground.

I wanted to get more then even, they fuck everything that moves on two legs, maybe even blow eachother, but they haven't ever been fucked by a real man, I'd be the one to do it.

My acquired target of seven fresh off the barge with an older Futastein as their CO, not regular Hingmact grunts but field nurses from the Medikorps, going by the crossed Helix in blue on white armbands, I switched from incensed revenge to an almost dutiful fervor, teach these haughty bitchs an anatomy analogy lesson.

A wolf in sheep's clothing laying in wait for sheep thinking themselves wolves, my night will come.

Plowing their way inland through homeguards with pitchforks didn't waste time surrounding the capital, began pillaging and assaulting the populace as soon as they entered, anyone that ran was chased down and pulled from their refuge kicking, fitted with collars and tags to be shipped off while compliants were registered, let go to return home.

Took over the city police headquarters after publicly stripping and unmanning the boys in blue with their own truncheons and manacle cuffs left wearing their custodian helmets, atleast two hundred black clad futasteins made it their berth, having to get through all of them for only seven wouldn't be worth it, risk reward ratio wise.

Wait for the sheep to graze afield and take them unawares, gives me some time to clean up for the occasion.

Having only two nice dresses and wigs for my prowl, gathered my fake breasts bra, false cameltoe lacy panties, matched bonnie blue stockings and heel slippers and silk gloves, on my head a very pompadourish blond curly wig some face powdering, ruby lipstick, fake eyelashes and beauty mark, Betty Butte stepped into the evening with a head tossed cackle.

Making my way along the Thames by an estuary, past the dubbed Hellcell station by the firmly gripped subjects of Lunduin for if taken in, came out never the same if they ever did.

Maybe two thirds of the way to the bar a Hingmact patrol stopped two pedestrians as a poonhund sniffed their persons, I looked up to check Big Bess' clock face saw it was five twenty, too early for blitz hour, they must've set up extra search posts for a special occasion or visitor.

'Don't draw attention to the plot, they won't strip search me, it's still within curfew, I've gotten through before, I'll give them the dumb blond schtick, if a ragdoll gained life.'

"State your name, business and present subject v card, step aside to be patted down, no exceptions."

A burly double d racked futastein ordered a young lady and her friend. "You're were the mayor's little frau nein?"

"I am Edwina Teed, my husband was resettled, I am returning with my lover to my home from a bank deposit trip."

"Well it says here your box hasn't been packed since may sixth, your rear requires a cavity check for clearance."

Getting closer to her held by the neck bent her backwards in an embrace and tongue kissing her quite roughly.

The futastein's gloved hand slipped down her side over her hip under her skirt sunk into her anus with three beefy fingers.

"Mhhhmm!" Was all the petite prissy prey could murmur as she stood clamped in the predators claws and jaws.

Getting turned on myself I looked out at the evening skyline of Lunduin and it's changing shape with dozens of phallic towers being constructed with free male labour, use of which was given solely to first class citizens.

Lady Teed's plumper companion sheepishly popped open her bodice and pulled down her bra to show intent then knelt with a forced look of eager hunger, the slightly shorter futastein handler of the sniffer walked up and ordered the mutt to sit, then patted the kneeling damsel and motioned to her gray trousers.

Nodding she grasped the hem zipper and pulled down, out of the toothed maw a massive beefy cock of monstrous girth and length and two jawbreaker balls, its pungent musk having an effect her on as the woman attempted a amateurish hand and tit fuck with her flustered theatrical panting and moaning.

"A Vagetarian I see, only munches muffins, time to introduce a more protein rich meal to your palate." Taking a wide stance with hands on her head as the futastein mused in reaction to the dithering damsels uncoordinated efforts, taking a fistful of her brown hair brought her mouth to the bulbous helmet and watched her suck on it like a teat.

Thinking of his last paid buggering, a nervous rental with red hair cut short, pulled down trousers bent over and took it like a champ, left a handkerchief for a prize, come to realize the bugger left my pay.

Finally, the frisking futastein let Lady Teed go as her friend was doused in a cowl of spunk, helped her to stand then stamped their cards and waved them along, breathing slow Betty strode up to the checkpoint.

"Betty 'Amoursau' Butte, librarian, numerals five two eight zero, last analyzing, may tenth." As I held my card.

"Du reichst like shitezen when you walk by, did you hear of the bath, I ought to dunk you in that river there."

"Oink Oink, hog love and case of fever left rashes, water and perfume aggravates my pores." Betty beamed.

Quickly curtsied and began walking past as the poonhund wrinkled it's nose in distaste for my scent.

"Not yet, come here you ditzy broad." The busty bitch ordered cracking her knuckles. "Cavity search, spread 'em."

Prepared for that outcome used a vice to gap my asshole and applied my own sploge for further proof.

Given my stench and generally annoying airs, the not enthusiastic futa plied and gropped my rectum and fauxclit.

Waved me through with a grimace as I sauntered with a dervish skip and continued into the evening merrily.

Der Tip, a dive only permitted to first and second classes during daylight, after dark a rarity for third class if they paid a oral toll as a reminder entertainment was for their betters free of charge.

Outside parked one dozen sidecar conjoined motorcycles, the guns normally mounted on them were absent.

These especially predatory Hingmact troops raced over the countryside night and day keeping watch, they tipped the monotonous invading spear that wounded Albions heart of Lunduin, riding around the streets chasing anyone until they came to the police station, sodomizing jailed and jailor alike before looting then torching every tobacco and tea shoppe before dumping it in the Thames, banners of the futareich hung from parliament, the clock struck noon as ashen rain poured down.

For my kindred and kinks, I entered the establishment with a slight jilt to accentuate my tipsy flair.

Inside raucous laughter mixed with fumes of liquor and boiled leathery sweat wafting around the place.

A bunch of Trikers and their property of vested bitches danced and felt up each other to oompa music.

Get a glass, then sit and wait for the sheep to come and drink, maybe twenty minutes maybe be thirty.

"Shirley cider, half a lime shaken not stirred, on the rocks." Muttered in farce cheer as the woman barkeep turned.

"We nicht do cocktails, Kopftmester, Vise, Cooze, Buch, Pierless, Schwanzhonig ein pint und Ich not Shirley."

In a forced Vemaran accent, eyes seemly dead with nothing behind them, a barmaid dress and red braids her visage.

"Regrets madam, pint of Pierless with foam aplenty please, when does the stand up start?" Asked in a bratty tone.

"Der stand up is after your curfew und the mic is broken so nein this nacht." She scoffed sliding the pint to her.

Such as she had resisted temptation to chug it in one go, drank and watched the futasteins joust cocks and spank their spousal slaves in pace with the musical tempo on poles and rope swings topless and bottomless and loving it.

Eye to the entrance and lavatory, both men's and ladies had extra signs allowing futa's to use either, perfect.

"Mistress Berdina, mind bar tending I'm due for a drain." To a curtained alcove whence stepped a tall buff Futastein.

Betty felt the menacing exhale stream from its nose down onto her face as its pint glass dwarfing fist took a checkered rag and began wiping down the bar, garbed in a black turtleneck and white apron with words across it.

Kiss Der Cock

"Fe fi fo fum, I smell cum from a freshly plowed bum." Berdina stiffed the air and smiled darkly at Betty.

A few seconds in feint timid repose Betty replied. "Well with a buffet of dick how could I resist." Sipping her pint.

"You smell like a prostitute after rounds on the docks, why das feck haven't you bathed?" Her nose wrinkled.

"Sores and rashes prevent me from fully cleaning my body, I make herbs and scent oil to treat it." Betty supplied.

"Very quant reason, that drink will be ten Futans, it's nearly to curfew so you better finish and leave before then."

'No pound anymore, now minted with the value on one side and FR on the other as the new currency.'

"Jah ma'am habinsky vermhoeven kibbensme comfurdle, stupf." Betty took a long swig and hopped from the stool.

Digging in her rack for her coin purse, placed the amount on the bar and curtsied the tender before wobbling off.

If this was to work her targets should be in here about now, surveying booths and dance floor didn't see them.

Just as the clock rung quarter to seven, just as she despaired of her quest from the door stepped in seven futastein's.

Medikorps insignia and berets, slender build framed by brutish shoulders and legs, wide bulges in the trousers.

Two looked older, even a few gray streaks in their brown and black manes, the rest bob blond or hazel locks.

Quite the flock to maul and she had until six to do it how droll, a short lavatory detour and Betty would be ready.

Entering the ladies loo noticed the wall of plaster casted cocks on the walls.

Looking around the stall on the ends door was closed, two shadows of shoes peeked from under as she closed in.

Walked to and briskly tapped on it. "Taken mutterficker, use another." A forced accent voice responded.

"I just want you to know I know your secret, so open it or I let it be known to all, choose now." She gambled.

A few tense seconds with inaudible self musings and a resigned exhale followed by a click the door swung out.

Betty rushed in and closed the door before the lass could stand or pull up her panties, flustered and vulnerable.

"What's your name barista." Betty spoke running a gloved hand down the quaking lady from temple to chin.

What's that matter to you, plan to blackmail me with exposure or turning me over to those filthy beasts?"

"Surely they drink, just slip the seven medics it and watch them drink it, curfew is near so make it snappy."

Pulling a paper packet of small size from her bra and waved it over the woman's head while gesturing a faux de pas.

"I'm not Shirley, I am Veronique, formerly of Frankia, four familial relations suffered for aiding my flight."

"That tattoo upon your wrist, a lass lovin member of the league of lesbians." Betty recited from ballot memory.

"Legion Of Lesbos, I am, my mother and grand mother were, its outlawed." Veronique replied with grim curtness.

"A land of ladies only in cycle with nature, no pricks no problems." She continued before Betty could speak.

'You fled because you despise dick and your family took the heat, sounds like you and I are in similar situations.'

"I have no where else to go, this place was my friends who got resettled and I ran it until the futa's took over."

"You should fight back, if you truly want a future or freedom in a new age you have to help forge it." Betty replied.

"How, they are stronger and faster and smarter, the city's in lockdown with patrols and turncoats all over---"

"Just shush up and kiss me." Betty bent down puckered up and smooched Veronique's full pouty lips with gusto aplenty, audible muwahs and coos with a hand at her cheek and other by feel disturbed her bodice claspes.

She fought the kiss at first with feeble shoves and neck jerks, unsure if this was what she desired at the moment.

Before letting it happen and kissed back still seated on the marble throne with her skirt and panties at her waist.

Betty held her hands in Veronique's while squatting as she moved from mouth to neck to breasts and then belly.

Humming as she did lightly nipping while a hand grabbed the flush chain and the other her rosebush twat.

"Veronique, have your oral obligations been met, allow me to fulfil them with my fingers and tongue." Betty quipped.

With a tacit shiver and nod V spread her legs and leaned back, B slipped her pointer and thumb inward probing the crevice with the touch of a velvet drill etching out the width as she sunk more digits increased pace moaning softly through pursed lips with hurried breath, delved deeper with nearly her whole fist tickling and pinching, Veronique turned her affections to playing with her breasts to her hearts desire as she stifled an urge to get it over and done then drowned it in neurotic seas of lustful bliss.

Betty withdrew her fingers and craned her neck began lapping and exploring with the tentative tip at first then sunk into the gaping of her gap with a muffled slurp and mutter of "delicious." Wholly suckled her clit clam for the pearl.

Veronique braced a foot against the door and draped the other over her questing companions shoulder, head tossed mouth agape with her cave being splunked could hardly suppress her breathy gasp of utter fulfilment.

A fresh breath of air wasn't forthcoming to Betty's mouth so inhaled through her schnozz as warm clear spray hit her tongue with tingling sweetly bitter salty mixture. Arose from fruitful forage in the bush licked her lips lurringly.

"Ok V, do your part for Lesbos, leave the rest to me and make haste out of Lunduin." Betty gave up the pill packet.

V steadied her legs, stood pressed her barmaid skirt and apron into place nodded, took it, washed up and left.

Quickly wiping her face reapplied her lipstick and powder then exited the stall to choose her weapon.

On the wall hung plaster cast futa cocks, next to it's length and owners name, Betty took a veiny girthy mold.

Good and snug in her ass under the dress, the clock hit seven with a grin as she sauntered out the door.

The bar was loaded with trikers and at a booth the squad of Medikorpers, ordering drinks from Veronique.

Could've been but with the street lamps turning on and a slow trickle of males wearily shuffling into the bar,

At seven nineteen the first of the flock swaggered out the bar whistling as unmanned males knelt as it passed by, from the outline Betty swiftly pulled out the futa cast girded with her garter straps over her own knob, a wicked thrill shivered up her spine stepping in time with her prey.

Just shy of an unlit alley saw the futastein slow and then stop with a sway before it undid the belt and zipper unsheathed its monster and began to urinate against a shope door it was then Betty struck.

A brush previously used for pasting posters was procured and used to smear paste over the futastein's face.

It's eyes and mouth were shut and steered mostly by prods into the alley and pushed over a crate.

Hiking up her dress Betty pulled off the futas unbuckled belt wrapped it around the futa's wrists while the trousers fell to its ankles, scooted the thong aside and placed the cast cockhead against the rectum then said.

"No lubricant, no foreplay, I'm going in dry so brace for a long hard rogering, as the first of many to learn this night."

Islena vaguely shook her head in reply and tried to talk, of course that was unable to happen so Betty began.

Each thrust produced a muffled groan and buck from the

Islena with dildo, reamed

Angrid with cum bucket, pranked

Prinza with flagpole, hoisted

Jofinne with fountain, bathed

Helga with statue, posed

Merthe with pillory. spanked

A front the scaffold in old Trafalgar square crowds of submissive city folk were herded onto the green as Betty stood manacled and slightly chilled in the crisp dawn air, a hemp rope hung in front of her gaze between two VERY pissed futastein guards, a long pause as the silent air

Jack stood nude and completely exposed

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Meet the new music boss, same as the old music boss

In his 2020 book MONOPOLIZED, David Dayen describes a curious and brutal dynamic of monopolies: they breed monopolies.

"Consumer welfare," the dominant strain of antitrust for the past 40 years, has treated monopolies as innocent until proven guilty.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/29/fractal-bullshit/#dayenu

Companies are allowed to merge with competitors and create vertical silos, so long as no one can prove that doing so has raised prices. The only acceptable proof are the mathematical models invented by pro-monopoly economists, who are the foremost builders of these models.

Strangely enough, these models always prove that the monopoly is good, actually: not harming "consumer welfare." All potential mergers will provably not result in increased prices. All post-merger price-increases are provably not due to the merger.

Anyone who challenges these interpretations is derided for their ignorance of how these models work. Modern antitrust is a priesthood, and whenever a monopoly question arises, they slaughter an ox and read the future in its guts, which only they can interpret.

And strangely enough, the ox guts always favor monopoly.

Now, not *all* price-fixing can be waved away as unrelated to market concentration. In some cases, different companies in a sector will literally conspire to set prices, putting it down on paper.

When that happens, you don't need to make a model to show that price rises can be attributed to market power: you have the receipts.

This happens all the time. The record labels documented their CD price-rigging in the 90s, leading to a $67.3m settlement in 2002.

In 2012, the Big Six publishers colluded with Apple to raise ebook prices. They also put it in writing.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_v._Apple_Inc.

In most of these cases, the price-fixing is only part of the story. What's actually going on is more complicated: a cartel of manufacturers are conspiring not merely to raise prices, but to fight the predatory practices of a monopolist somewhere else in the supply-chain.

With the labels, it was big box retailers like Walmart. With the publishers, it was Amazon. These monopolists had cornered significant customer-bases for the cartels' products, and the monopolists were squeezing their suppliers for all they were worth - literally.

Here's where it gets funky. Remember that monopolies are innocent until proven guilty, and it's impossible to prove them guilty. If six publishers' CEOs conspire to raise ebook prices, that's illegal. It's collusion.

If one of those six buys two of the others - if Random House buys Penguin and Simon & Schuster - then the former CEOs of those companies (now heads of divisions in a single company) can do *exactly* the same thing with little fear of legal reprisals.

Antitrust law rewards monopolies and punishes cartels, so members of cartels merge until they have monopolies.

Which brings me back to David Dayen and his book MONOPOLIZED. The industry Dayen analyzes to demonstrate this phenomenon is US health care.

In Dayen's telling, the first salvo was the mergers-to-monopoly in pharma, producing the Big Pharma giants we have today. These massive, consolidated firm started to lean on their customers, notably hospitals, price-gouging them on medicine.

Individual hospitals were powerless against this pressure: a single hospital that refuses to buy cancer meds at jacked-up prices doesn't get lower prices, it gets dead cancer patients.

But if hospitals teamed up to demand lower prices, that would be illegal price-rigging.

However, if the hospitals all merged into giant chains, they'd be able to push back in two directions. First, they could demand lower prices on drugs from Big Pharma, and second, they could pass on high prices to the insurance sector, which was still decentralized.

Again, the health insurers were not capable of pushing back as individual firms. When all the health care in a single ZIP code is provided by one chain of clinics, hospitals and ERs, an insurer can't declare them all out-of-network - not if it wants to keep its customers.

But once the insurers merged to monopoly, they not only got to push back against hospital price-gouging - they also got to charge higher premiums and deductibles, and they didn't have to worry about losing customers, because there was nowhere to go.

This is really a story of shit flowing downhill - pharma pushes hospitals who push insurers, who push...us. The patients and the front-line health-care workers, from custodians and cafeteria workers to nurses and MDs.

Monopoly breeds monopoly, with each sector of the supply chain concentrating to defend itself against the other sectors, and to exert market power over those sectors that aren't yet monopolized. The only part of the chain that can't organize are workers and customers.

Historically, workers organized in unions to push back against these leveraged assaults on their rights, but the US has all but prohibited unionization.

The public historically organized through politicians who fought for them, but unlimited corporate campaign contributions have made such fights a distant memory.

And so every sector starts to look like health-care: monopolized at every level except for labor and customers.

Writing in Wired today, Ron Knox from the antimonopoly Institue for Local Self-Reliance describes how this dynamic is playing out in music, where the new bosses are all the same as the old bosses.

https://www.wired.com/story/opinion-big-music-needs-to-be-broken-up-to-save-the-industry/

It's not merely the Big Three labels colluding to rip off artists, it's also the tech partners who control distribution, notably Spotify and Youtube.

To the extent that merged-up behemoths like UMG exercise their monopoly power to get more from these digital partners, those excess gains are stolen from the musicians who earned them.

For example, big labels do minimum payout deals with Spotify specifying that millions are owed to them each quarter - but then they accept lower per-stream royalties for their music on Spotify. The result is that massive sums of those guaranteed payouts are "unattributed."

Unattributed revenues are not owed to any artist, so the label gets to keep that money. It's flat-out wage-theft, and it demonstrates the bankruptcy of hoping that a change in monopolists will make lives better for their workforces.

All things being equal, UMG would like to shift as many dollars as possible off of Spotify's balance sheet onto its own. But UMG will not, on its own, hand a single penny of that to the artists whose work generated those dollars

Which is why Knox says we have to break up all these giants - the labels and the digital distribution monopolists, including Youtube and Spotify and Apple and Amazon.

But, Knox points out, that will not be enough.

Because it's not just recording and distribution that are monopolized - it's also performance venues and ticketing (Ticketmaster/Live Nation) and radio (Iheartradio/Liberty Media), whose monopolists are rapacious wage-stealers and fraudsters.

The market can't and won't fix this. Take live performance venues: the vast majority of these are expected to fail thanks to the covid shutdowns. The private sector has a plan to bail them out: former WME exec Marc Geiger raised a vast warchest to buy them for pennies.

He will consolidate them into...a monopolist to push back against the Ticketmaster/Live Nation monopoly. If he pulls it off, he may succeed in shifting many millions from Live Nation's balance-sheet to his own. He will not give any of it to performers if he doesn't have to.

Knox's (correct) conclusion is that we have to have antimonopoly enforcement across the entire supply chain, not just in one or two sectors - from social media to recording to payments to venues to streaming to radio, we have to break them up.

And that might just happen. Two high-profile Biden appointees, Tim Wu and Lina Khan, are on the absolute vanguard of the new antimonopoly movement. Amy Klobuchar's (flawed) antitrust bill goes further than any initiative in years.

And most of all, the musicians aren't alone here. The fight they're fighting is just a part of the fight we're all in: not just every kind of artist, but doctors and patients, cabbies and riders, farmers and eaters.

Our fights have different technical characteristics and different structural remedies particular to those characteristics, but they are, fundamentally, the same fight.

The fight against monopolies.

[dwellordream]

“Eleanor experienced almost fifteen years of regular childbearing after marrying Henry Plantagenet. It was during her early years as queen, while she was bearing a child almost annually, that she was busiest acting as Henry’s regent in England. She would give Henry II nine children within thirteen years. If Eleanor of Aquitaine was a distant figure as mother to her children, so were other aristocratic mothers responsible for supervising complex households. As queen, she had even less time than most for child-rearing. Contact with her children would have been limited while they were growing up. 

This was due to circumstances and social custom, not to a lack of maternal feeling, and it is not necessary to conclude that Eleanor was indifferent toward her young children nor that she made little “psychological investment” in them. There is no evidence to show that she and Henry failed to cherish their children, to provide for their care, to place their hopes in their futures, or to experience grief at their deaths. It seems fruitless from a distance of eight centuries to calculate Eleanor’s role in shaping her children’s adult psyches, when thinking on the topic is still influenced by nineteenth-century bourgeois models modified by twentieth-century Freudian psychology. 

Yet one fact that stands out is the devotion to Eleanor demonstrated by her sons in their adult lives, and it testifies that their experience of her love was more powerful than their father’s fitful affection. Clearly, the queen had cemented solid ties of affection with them at some point, whether during their infancy or adolescence; and strong maternal feelings would prod her to furious activity after Henry II’s death, struggling to assist first Richard and then John in securing their thrones. As one writer observes, “It is difficult to believe that the devotion shown [Eleanor] by her adult sons and daughters did not grow out of childhood experience, experience that simply left no record in the account books and annals of the court.”

Possibly Henry’s difficulties with his sons were caused by their early and prolonged separations from their father. The fact that they were near-strangers to one another, in some years together only on great festive occasions, can explain in part the ease with which they took up arms against their father and against each other. Along with all medieval mothers, Eleanor was unaware of the significance of earliest childhood for shaping adult personality that modern psychology teaches. The early Fathers of the Church had not shown great interest in questions centering on family life, and twelfth-century churchmen with their ambivalent feelings about women provided mothers with little more direction in carrying out their maternal responsibilities. 

Although concern for the care of children was growing in the twelfth century, encouraged in great part by Christian teaching, spiritual counselors offered mothers little counsel beyond advocating emulation of the Virgin Mary, the ideal mother. An exception to the dearth of literature on motherhood is a biography of Queen Margaret of Scotland, written in the first years of the twelfth century as a guide for her daughter Edith-Matilda, Henry I’s queen. It praises Margaret as a model mother, intimately involved with her children’s upbringing; yet the daughter who commissioned it hardly knew her mother, having been sent away at age six to be brought up at an English convent where her aunt was abbess.

Like many other great ladies living in the twelfth century, Eleanor had larger duties in politics and government that she regarded as equally important and perhaps greater than her responsibility for her children’s upbringing. In Henry and Eleanor’s household were retainers of many ranks, ranging from dependent relatives and high-ranking nobles to simple knights or domestic servants of peasant origin, any of whom could be charged with caring for the royal children. As a result, the royal children’s ties of affection would not have been focused uniquely on their parents, but diffused among household members of many ranks. 

While differing from typical nuclear families today, the medieval English royal household, overflowing with servants and retainers, had much in common with other medieval aristocratic families. Like them and like European aristocrats or American plutocrats even in the twenty-first century who turn their children over to a series of servants, Eleanor and Henry did not think it unnatural to hand their children into the care of others in the royal household, or even to custodians far from court. Sons and daughters were often sent away at early ages, daughters to be reared in the households of their betrothed and sons given over to the care of others until early adolescence, when they were established in households of their own. 

Yet these practices do not negate royal parents’ caring instincts or an awareness of the uniqueness of childhood that is innate in all societies. It is clear that Eleanor and Henry showed great concern for the upbringing of their offspring, choosing with care the personnel who were to supervise them even if their personal participation was limited. The rapidity with which Eleanor gave birth shows that she did not nurse her infant children, for it was uncommon for great ladies to nurse their own babies. As queen, her chief responsibility was ensuring continuity of the royal line by bearing children, not rearing them, and it was widely known that breast-feeding inhibited pregnancy. 

Names of some of the royal children’s wet-nurses survive, and they indicate that they were selected from women of free, not servile, status, probably from wives of servants in the royal household. Alexander of Neckham, a scientific writer, Oxford master, and later abbot of Cirencester, proudly claimed that he and Richard Lionheart were “milk-brothers,” for his mother had been the prince’s wet-nurse. Eleanor felt so fondly toward Agatha, one of her children’s wet-nurses, that in 1198, three decades after her child-bearing years, she rewarded her service with a gift of land in Hertfordshire and a year later a more valuable gift, a Devonshire manor. 

Agatha was a woman whose ambition Eleanor could admire, and such generous gifts would have made her former servant a woman of some means. Some time, probably before becoming John’s wet-nurse, Agatha entered into a long-term relationship with Godfrey de Lucy, son of the chief justiciar and himself a royal clerk who would win the bishopric of Winchester in 1189 despite being encumbered with a “wife.” Wet-nurses of Eleanor’s children must have resembled nannies in their relations with their charges, providing not only nourishment, but also affection and companionship and remaining with them long after weaning. 

After John was brought to England during the great rebellion of 1173–74, the pipe roll records a grant of ten marks to “the nurse of the king’s son,” although he was at least seven years old then. The wet-nurses of Richard Lionheart and John earned their fond feeling, and their affection was returned. When Richard became king, he granted a pension to his nurse, Hodierna. After John’s death, his former nurse Agatha, by then a prosperous widow, remembered him and his son when making a gift of land to the nuns of Flamstead “for the soul of King Henry [III] son of King John.”

When Henry II’s sons were little more than infants, each of them was assigned a “master” or “preceptor” from among members of the royal household. He was assigned responsibility for the young boy, charged with spending on his needs and supervising the servants caring for him. He was not necessarily a cleric, and he did not give lessons; teachers—also called masters—could be recruited from the clerks and chaplains present in any great household. Choosing such a master was Henry’s duty, for noble fathers made major decisions about their sons’ upbringing, although he was likely to have discussed his selection with Eleanor. 

A master named Mainard took charge of Young Henry in 1156 when the boy was only a year old, and he remained with him for at least three more years. The division of authority between this official and the child’s mother is unknown, but it must have meant that Eleanor was denied full responsibility for her son’s care, even in early childhood. Forced to share responsibility for her young sons with a male named by her husband, she nevertheless succeeded at some point in their youths in knitting the affective bonds normally binding sons to their mothers. 

In 1159, when Young Henry was only four years old, his father placed him in the household of his chancellor Thomas Becket, where sons of nobles were “educated in gentlemanly upbringing and teaching.” There was precedent for Henry’s sending his heir away at such an early age: William the Conqueror had placed his second son, William Rufus, the designated heir to the English Crown, in Archbishop Lanfranc’s household. Henry II may already have been thinking of naming Becket his archbishop of Canterbury and having his eldest son crowned as king while still a boy. 

When relations between Henry and Archbishop Becket began to cool, Henry, in October 1163, rebuked his newly installed primate by removing Young Henry from his custody. When the king left for his French territories the next month, he did not send the boy, then about eight years of age, back to Eleanor; instead, he continued to live apart from his mother’s household with a new master, William fitz John, a royal administrator. Young aristocrats were knighted as part of their initiation into manhood, and fathers would find them a mentor to join their household: an older, experienced knight who could prepare them for knighthood with training in the noble occupations of hunting, hawking, and warfare. 

After Young Henry’s coronation in 1170, his father assigned such a mentor to the fifteen-year-old youth, the knight-errant William Marshal, much admired for chivalry, but an illiterate with little interest in administration. According to the History of William Marshal, he served as the sort of companion-guide who accompanied heroes of the romances, charged with the Young King’s instruction in courtesy and martial arts, preparing him to take up arms as a knight. Hunting sharpened warrior skills, and all of Henry and Eleanor’s sons shared their ancestors’ love for the chase. 

Richard during his youth in Poitou would find pleasure in hunting in his mother’s ancestral forests in the Vendée. Roger of Howden wrote of Henry II’s sons, “They strove to outdo others in handling weapons. They realized that without practice the art of war did not come naturally when it was needed.” Sons of royalty needed to know more than skill in handling horses and weapons, and at twelfth-century princely courts, clerics were advocating a courtly ideal of conduct, challenging old-fashioned knights upholding the traditional warrior ethos of the knightly class. 

The counts of Anjou had long prized learning in Latin letters, seen in the excellent schooling that Henry II’s father provided for him, and Eleanor too knew the value of learning. While less is known about Henry’s sons’ formal education than his own, it is certain that they acquired a sound grounding in Latin grammar, although no formal office of royal schoolmaster yet existed at the English court. A letter in the archbishop of Rouen’s name, addressed to the king when Young Henry was only ten years old, however, expresses a fear that the knightly side of the future king’s education was taking precedence over study of the liberal arts.

Perhaps the concern stemmed from Henry’s removal of his heir from Thomas Becket’s custody, and it hints at rivalry between the boy’s clerical and knightly tutors over the two groups’ diverging values. Richard Lionheart knew Latin well, although he is better known for his French verses. Gerald of Wales’s anecdote of the Lionheart’s correcting the Latin spoken by his archbishop of Canterbury gives evidence of his competence as a Latinist. John gained an interest in literature during his youth, and as king he built up a considerable library of classics and religious works. He deposited his books at Reading Abbey for safekeeping and sometimes wrote to the abbot requesting that certain volumes be sent to him.

Although great ladies had responsibility for their sons’ upbringing only until they reached their sixth or seventh year, aristocratic daughters could remain in their mother’s care until adolescence, unless they were betrothed as pre-adolescents and sent away to be brought up by their future in-laws. Like other queens throughout the Middle Ages, Eleanor saw her daughters affianced at early ages to foreign princes chosen for political considerations, and promptly sent far away to grow up at foreign courts. Personal contact by Eleanor with her daughters was difficult once they were sent off to their future husbands’ lands in Germany, Spain, and Sicily, and she had little prospect of seeing them again. 

Yet contacts between royal daughters and their birth-parents were seldom entirely severed, and Eleanor doubtless corresponded with her daughters, although no copies of her letters survive. Royal parents maintained contact with daughters married to foreign princes, for their marriages had been arranged for the purpose of serving the family interest, creating or securing alliances. Matilda, Eleanor, and Joanne, married to princes who were conspicuous as cultural patrons, were almost certainly literate. 

Late twelfth-century romances depict noble maidens learning their letters, and a renowned preacher, Adam of Perseigne (d.c. 1208), sent the countess of Chartres Latin texts that she could give to her daughters to read with the help of her chaplain or a learned nun. Although instruction in letters must have begun before Eleanor’s daughters left the English royal household, the major portion of their education would have taken place at the courts of their in-laws.”

- Ralph V. Turner, “Once More a Queen and Mother: England, 1154–1168.” in Eleanor of Aquitaine: Queen of France, Queen of England

[klakokum]

TRIBUTE TO HANS

You are that old cop who feels all right

with Mercy all through every night

or day, when her quality unstrained

still means sister Justice is not pained

with that correctness members of the new school

of the unschooled learn from the cruel

left (where they pack their holster).

You are the Kind who remembers the spade

called the spade; today Robert Peels bolster

the transfer of all power to those paid

by Alien. Alienated from the symbiotic

understanding-belonging of town to man

and man to town which the right cop nurses,

the left cop nurtures only the chaotic

pride of rebellion which sent Satan

into his pitted hell of heated curses…

But you understood the spirit to the law

left behind by the left cop’s ascendancies

from his people, and, yes, he will draw

the gun to cuff and shackle as he fancies

while you’d rather charm those orang-utans back

to their cages, compassion your lure.

The left cop will gladly number the arm

of the innocent, but you refused to crack

the trigger even permanently to cure

Red Ryan from bringing further harm.

Your back against the law is love. [Copyright © 1974, 2004, 2009 K’lakokum]

     Kangaroo Poet Karol Hans Jewinski passed away early in 2007 near his home in Jerusalem, at the age of 100.  He was still full of vigour, and had the physical appearance of a normal man in his late fifties.  Indeed, Karol fully expected to live at least 120 years, and would have, had he not become the innocent victim of a suicide bomber while shopping near his home.  Hans, as he preferred to be called, was a follower of Gjrg who, eight centuries ago, lived to the astounding age of 145, repeatedly proclaiming that everybody should expect to live at least 120 years.  Gjrg’s Ten Rules for Living a Century have been handed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, and 52 of his descendants have been documented to have lived at least 100 years, with another 40 probably doing so as well, but without proper supporting documentation. 

     As a young boy in rural Poland, Hans was allowed to adopt an abandoned and sick wolf cub.  The Jewinski farm was in the neighbourhood of Yvan Pavlov’s laboratory, and when the young lad consulted Pavlov about care for the wolf, he obtained his first job – cleaning out Pavlov’s dog kennels.  Often he did not receive payment for this work, because Pavlov was chronically broke until two decades later when his “science” was adopted by official Communism, and the Reds financed a little empire for him.  Hans became a life-long dog lover, and was always accompanied by a German Shepherd.

     When Hans’ father died suddenly, the lad was given into custody of an orthodox uncle in St. Petersburg.  This uncle, a German Jew, was a rabbi who made Hans fully acquainted with the Jewish faith (not taught to him earlier by his non-practicing father).  Hans received his bar mitzvah in the same week as the February Revolution. 

      In the civil war which followed the second [October] revolution, the tween-ager became a combatant on the White Russian side.  Even though Hans had experienced tsarist and White Russian anti-Semitism first hand, he fought on the tsarist side because he believed that all lawful authority was established by God, and obedience to authority was obedience to God.  When the royalists lost the civil war due to American intervention on the Communist side (Henry Ford et al), Hans escaped through Afghanistan into India, where he added English to his language repertoire.  [Hans was fluent in Polish, German, English, French, Greek and Yiddish.]  After being homeless and unemployed for three years, the teen-ager took on a job as an able seaman.  But he soon discovered that life on the water was not for him, and he abandoned ship at the first opportunity when in port at Halifax, Nova Scotia.  Taking brief jobs as a farmhand, or whatever he could get, he worked his way westwards across Canada.  In 1924, at the age of 18, he took on a civilian job caring for dogs in training for police K-9 duty, and started night school in Kingston, Ontario in order to obtain his high school diploma.  Upon graduation, he joined the Belleville, Ontario police department and was a cop for 37 years [except for 4 years in the air force during WWII, 13 months of that in a German  concentration camp after being shot down], retiring in 1963 on full pension at the age of 57.  He moved to Toronto and began his second career as a full-time poet, later becoming a founding member of the Kangaroo City Poets’ Collective.    He was about three decades senior to the average age of the poets in the collective, and was frequently consulted by the younger poets for advice on all aspects of life, as well as on questions of poetry.

        The Kangaroo City Poets’ Collective is a permanent organization, and when one of the member-poets passes on, his/her place is taken by someone elected from the membership of an auxiliary organization:  Kangaroo Poets – The Next Generation.  In this particular case, the Karol Hans Jewinski Chair is now occupied by Felll Wood.  Felll lives in Kokomo, Indiana.  She was introduced to Kangaroo City by Kangaroo Poet Rabin Duff, her high school English teacher in Peru, Indiana.  Through him, she was first published in South of Tuk in 2003.  Since 2007, she is the official custodian of the Karol Hans Jewinski Collection of the Kangaroo City Archives, and makes the selections in Hans’ name in the Nebiru Crossing bookstore, in keeping with the spirit and interests of Hans.

See also http://kangaroopoets.blogspot.ca/2011/04/hans-biographical-excerpt-from-nebiru.html

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Characters from Worm and Ward as @dril_gpt2 tweets

Wildbow: i wrote the post. sorry everyone.

Emma:  You fucking worm. Youre a foul, stinking rat. Fanart is pure garbage.

Skitter, pre-Leviathan:  my followers are wasting my time by asking me stupid shit like "where is my worm hole" and "where is my piss hole"

Tattletale:  13 Reasons Why Sasquatch Is Real

Bitch:  you know society is ASS-FUCKED when people spend tens of millions of dollars to maim and disfigure their dogs in an effort to appear more "INTP"

Panacea: im going to dress up like a nurse and perform emergency C-sections on the street to build self respect

Coil, on Dinah: Everything you say is true and good. no exceptions

Miss Militia: the idea that i would ever lose my shit on the computer board game "minesweeper" is one of the most despicable maladies ive ever suffered

Skitter, post-Leviathan: to the guy who paid me to distribute free toilet paper to the homeless in my hometown: thanks for 00000000000 \000 \000 .

Jack Slash: the human mind... is a funny little thing... called A Mind

Crawler: my ass has become highly immunized against fungal infections, by ingesting fantastic amounts of kfc

Cherish: sending my most powerful kiss to any image of blue jeans because i just want to die by suicide because my brain and body are FUCKED

Dragon: ...the US Navy's newest computer chip can now program itself to 'Play Pokemon' and evolve into a Pokemon with it ....

Simurgh: saddened to see that people woud gravitate towards gaming as a career path, rather than exclusively gravitate towards gaming during a time of crisis

Perdition: *does the dishes in reverse for shock value*

Watchdog:  INTRODUCTION TO THE GUILD OF THINKERS 1. who are these people whose opinions are worth less than mine to keep me away from the toilet 2. how do i add 3D effects to my hair 3. WHO CARES I DIDNT ADD 3D SHADES TO MY JUGGLY

Greg: well gotta go with the old adage "Dont forget to feed the trolls"

Valefor: causing your dick to hurt because you have too much respect for the Virgin Mary to engrave "666" onto the back of your dick

Weaver: I will do the right thing, and delete all my posts about eating maggots

Behemoth:  *glances towards the camera slowly becoming more and more skeletal*

Tecton: Geology is Theory. Geology is not Fact.

Heartbreaker:  me fucking ruining another wedding by asking the bride to marry me for $6. its just too hard

Glenn Chambers: the most important part of being a content producer is being able to mentally picture the Brands' Emblems on your fridge and never missing a Brand Point Update

Glenn Chambers, on Skitter: "i firmly believe that bugs should be banned," i continue, letting the video conclude. "But…" i pause to collect myself, "but…" i increase the volume

Riley: im sorry but how can i reconcile my increasingly loathsome behaviors with the cheerful, bubbly manner in which i am marketed

Clockblocker: according to wikipedia, the bed bugs and human fly larvae that burrow into my skin and organs are my soul mate

Andrew Richter: i am truly devastated to announce that the y2k bug is now officially classified as a feature

Scion:  1) Kill all the people 2)

The Elite:  to the distrusted: To the disappointed: Towards the hungry: I will not trade places with you. Good bye.

Eden:  As an evolved being I want to fuck Humankind

Khepri:  my followers are nothing but worms, trying to devour me alive , my only value is that i make people mad

Pandora:  i've been itching to get online for a while now, and i finally did it. this is the ultimate sacrifice

Bitch, with Biter:  i have the brain of a small dog and the asshole of a college educated adult

Valkyrie, on Clockblocker, Kid Win, and Grue: The "Boys" are back! They're back from the dead

Victoria Dallon, looking for work: After finding out that my followers believed that doctors should be allowed to force me to eat grass, i vowed never to read any posts from you all again

Seir: the "minor girls" jokes is one of the few parts of the Alabama Republican Platform That I actually respect, and wouldn't change a word

Mama Mathers:  god grant me th e ability to send very strong, very small particles of information through the air into the eyeballs of <- targeted <-

Tattletale, on clusters: blood transfusions vs gunshot wounds - the jury is still out on which one is "good"

Sidepiece: here comes that ass hole. here comes that spleen. here comes that gut. *spits out another mouthful of food turds* wow. im pretty good at kicking ass

Nursery: How To Make Hugs Out Of Anything - Essential book for new Mommers

Foil: You've heard of Small Arms Firepower, but did you Know Small Arms Penetration Power?

Love Lost: Fear not, a tiny speaker attached to my gas mask will allow me to better understand the emotions of my followers

Ratcatcher:  Rats Are Life Forms Too Sub-Genius

Custodian: i demand now that complete and utter silence be accorded to the hideous sonic boogie man who has inhabited my thoughts for 17 years.

Teacher: micropenis Wearing A Turtleneck Sweater

Valkyrie, on Furcate: i am fucking thrilled that my daughter is becoming ultra-sensitive to light after undergoing sex reassignment surgery. she is the most POWERFUL KISS GIRL yet

Ingenue: my nudes... have helped me tremendously in my career, and... i'm extremely Pleased...

Cradle: brain death huh. Not good. Not good at all.

Negotiator Shard:  strapped to an eyeball looking for the peak of Mt. Doom, not realizing that all the eyeballs are now gnawing

Red Queen:  I think that for every person who tells me that they like my posts i should be able to kill about 8 people

SpaceBattles:  im classified as a Mature writer, 1) I cannot handle discussion of sexual matters 2) I am unlikely to read a book of 100,000 words without destruc[ing myself physically)

Eric:  i help girls by inventing and selling "I helped a girl" tshirts. i have a very good following

Parian:  in mourning the passing of my grandmother, i will gladly accept donations to pay for her "Face lift".

Gimel Checkpoint Attendants:  #DollarsShit the US Dollar has devalued, and is the currency of scum, and shit

Antares, at the crystals:  a giant screen saver depicting my entire fucking body changing into a huge wad of spaghetti

[probably-eating-poptarts]

His Cherokee Rose - Ch. 2

I meant to post one chapter a week, but this whole Corona BS is throwing off my schedule big time. So this week, you get a two for one! Part One

Read on AO3 here

Word count: 3k

Rory is laughing, sitting at a round table with several elderly men in a spacious auditorium that serves as a common area while they swap war stories and reminisce about better times, when she hears the first commotion from afar. Earlier that morning Jorge, Felipe, his cousin Miguel, and another man named Carlito had gone out on a run, but Rory prefers to stay safe inside with the old folks while Guillermo and his men handle most of the supply runs outside the walls of the compound. Normally things go pretty smoothly, but today something different must have happened.

Rising from her chair, Rory goes in search of answers, following the angry voices until she finds Felipe in the garage bay ranting about strangers jumping them in the city.

"What happened?" she asks Jorge. "What's all this about a bag of guns?"

He tells her about a scouting mission the day before, and a duffel bag full of rifles and ammunition just lying out in the open prime for the taking. There had been a horde of walkers surrounding one of the tanks left behind by the military, and today they had gone to retrieve it now that the crowd has dissipated some, but they'd been attacked by strangers.

Apparently Felipe had taken an arrow to the ass, too.

"We've got their boy now, though," Jorge explains with a triumphant smile. "And G isn't gonna hand him over 'til those putos give us the guns."

"So that's what we do now?" Rory asks scathingly, turning to Felipe just as Guillermo joins them. "We take prisoners and demand ransoms?"

"You gotta understand our position, cariño," Guillermo responds. "We need those weapons to protect this place. We don't know these people, and they took Miguel hostage, too."

Rory shakes her head in agitation, but they're all riled and ready to brawl. Making eye contact with their appointed leader, she gives him a glare that relays undoubtedly her dislike of their plans, and stalks off to find that their own hostage has been sat in a chair with Felipe's abuela and another older man named Mr. Gilbert.

The Asian boy looks terrified, his skin flushed with sweat and his clothes rumpled and dirty. Rory walks into the kitchen and comes back to him with a glass of water, offering the drink with a sympathetic smile.

"Please, let me go," he begs as he takes the glass with trembling hands.

"I'm going to talk with Guillermo again," she reassures him. "We'll get this all sorted out, and get you back to your group."

"This is all just a misunderstanding!" he continues frantically. "Please, you gotta tell them that those guns belong to us! Rick dropped them when the walkers attacked his horse, and we need them to protect our camp. We were just trying to defend ourselves, not attack your homies, or whatever."

Rory hushes him and pats his forearm, her smile faltering as her stomach twists with stale sorrow. It's been a long time since she's heard her deceased father's name spoken. "I promise I'll talk to them, but I'm a newcomer here so I don't know how much I'll be able to affect their decisions. Guillermo isn't the type to hurt innocent strangers, though. You'll be okay."

She pauses for a moment. "We have to protect our people too, you know. Maybe we can work out a trade or something."

"What's your name?" the new kid asks her.

"Rory. What about you?"

"I'm Glenn. Please, you have to help me. I just want to go back to my friends, and I don't want anyone to get hurt."

The young woman nods and sighs, running her fingers through the tumbled mass of her thick brunette hair.

"Just stay put, and I'll see what I can do, okay?"

Glenn nods, but before she can make good on her word she's stopped by a choking gasp from Mr. Gilbert. She rushes to his side, followed closely by Glenn, and tries to calm the old man down as he's hit by a full-blown asthma attack. Felipe's grandmother immediately totters off to fetch her grandson, but they can do nothing but wait and watch until their resident nurse arrives to assist.

Minutes pass in tense silence, broken only by Mr. Gilbert's wheezing, and Rory doesn't even look up when Felipe finally trots into the room, still limping slightly from his injury.

Until she realizes there are multiple sets of footsteps, and glances up to see who's followed. What she expects is Guillermo and Jorge and maybe the other members of their crew, but what she sees has her jaw dropping in unadulterated shock.

Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but in the spacious room, it manages to carry far enough.

"Daddy?"

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For that moment, everything around them seems to freeze. The noise falls away, and Rory stands dumbfounded as she watches her own father stroll into the room, alive and well. She pays no mind to the two other strange men who follow at his heels, and when their eyes lock, Rick Grimes stumbles to a stop.

"Rory?"

Her feet can't carry her fast enough as she sprints across the room and hurls herself into her father's arms, burying her face into the curve of his neck with a breathless cry of joy. She couldn't care less about the big black man who curses in surprise, or the scruffy redneck who instinctively aims the shaft of his crossbow at her. All she cares about right now is that her dad is alive. His arms clamp around her back, crushing her against his chest, and his own sobs are muffled against her shoulder.

"I thought you were dead!" she mumbles through her tears. "I got separated from everybody, and the walkers almost got me in the city. I didn't think I'd make it."

"You're okay, baby girl. You're okay," Rick reassures his daughter, carding his fingers through her hair. "Everything's alright now, I'm here."

"Sorry to break up this tearful reunion," the rough-looking stranger suddenly pipes up. "But don't forget we still got to deal with this shit."

Rory turns her head to see him motion towards the group gathered around Mr. Gilbert, and as Rick unwillingly releases her from his embrace he keeps one hand firmly on her shoulder, as if worried that breaking contact will make her disappear as they all move closer.

Her father's attention is quickly drawn to Glenn, who stands at the edge of the crowd watching on with everyone else as Felipe helps Mr. Gilbert with his inhaler.

"What the hell is this?" Rick questions.

"An asthma attack," Glenn answers as he looks up. "Couldn't get his breath all of a sudden."

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man," the black stranger quips.

Rory presses her fingers against her lips to stifle a giggle as Glenn turns to look down at three small Chihuahuas cuddled together on a leopard-print doggy bed. The bravest of the canine trio, a little white-furred scrap, yaps fiercely at all the commotion.

During all the fuss Rory must have missed Guillermo's arrival, but she feels her dad turning and sees him hiss under his breath, "Could I have a word with you?"

Still refusing to relinquish his hold on his daughter, Rick tows her along with him as he leads Guillermo off to the side.

"You're the dumbest sonofabitch I have ever met," he whispers harshly. "We walked in here ready to kill every last one of you."

"You what?!" Rory looks up at her father in shock, and he levels her with a steady glare.

"We would have done whatever it took to get Glenn back."

"So you were just gonna bust in here, guns blazing?"

"Well, I'm glad it didn't go down that way," Guillermo interrupts the pair before their argument can devolve any further.

"If it had, that blood would be on my hands," Rick says solemnly.

"Mine too," G counters. "We would have fought back. Wouldn't be the first time we've had to. Protect the food, the medicine - What's left of it."

"I can't believe you two!" Rory snaps, glaring between the two men as they size each other up. They both pause, and while the younger Grimes pulls her arm from her father's grasp, Guillermo sighs heavily.

"These people, the old ones - The staff took off, just left 'em here to die," he says. "Me and Felipe were the only ones who stayed."

"What are you, doctors?" Rick inquires.

"Felipe's a nurse - A special care provider. Me… I'm the custodian."

Guillermo checks to make sure everyone is settled and Mr. Gilbert's attack has passed before leading Rory, her father, Glenn, and the two strangers into an empty room off to the side. Rick sets the duffel bag that has caused so many issues into a nearby armchair, and questions the other man once again.

"What about the rest of your crew?"

"The vatos trickle in to check on their parents, their grandparents," he explains. "They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing, too. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart; the worst kind - Plunderers, the kind that take by force. With the exception of your daughter, that is. She's been a great help to us since Felipe rescued her from the walkers."

Rick glances at Rory, perched nearby on top of an old side table. She shrugs her shoulders noncommittally.

"That's not who we are," he responds.

"How was I to know?" Guillermo insists. "My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage - Appearances."

The bigger stranger pipes up from his own spot slouched in a chair by the far wall: "Guess the world changed."

"No," G responds instantly, "It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars; talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something."

Rory watches the two men share a knowing look, and she shifts restlessly on her seat. Directly across the room from her stands the scruffy stranger, studying everything with a guarded expression. His gaze lands on her for a moment, their eyes locking, but a shot of uneasiness trickles down her spine that makes her look away with a frown. He looks half-feral - like a dog who's one step away from his brother wolf in the forest.

Like he could inflict a lot of damage without even breaking a sweat.

Guillermo is still talking about how he and his crew fortified the building, barring the windows and welding the doors shut.

"The vatos, they go out - Scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why."

"Because they can," Rick tells him steadily. He looks down at the shotgun in his hand, and then hands it over silently before turning to the duffel bag and pulling out a rifle, setting it on the desk behind where G sits. Slowly he doles out a few more guns along with several boxes of ammo, and then zippers the bag shut again.

The two men exchange goodbyes, and Guillermo leads everyone back into the main room. He tells his crew that the strangers are all free to go.

"I guess this is goodbye then, eh cariño? I'm sure you'll be wanting to go with your padre."

Rory turns to see Felipe smiling somberly at her. With a tearful nod she hugs both men each in turn before moving about the room to say her farewells to each of the residents she had come to know during her stay. They all wish her the best as she trots after her father and his group, and while they make their way back onto the street, Rick drapes his arm across his daughter's shoulders.

"Now we can get you back to your mom and brother," he murmurs, rubbing his palm against her upper arm. "I'm sure they're missing you pretty badly at this point."

Rory's smile is blinding as she turns to her father in shock, and he gives her a smirk in return before gently steering her away from the heart of Atlanta.

The group's trek back through the city is blessedly uneventful. They remain mostly silent along the way - not wanting to risk attracting walkers - with the exception of introductions. Rory already knows Glenn's name, but her father acquaints her with T-Dog, the bulky African American who gives her a friendly smile, and Daryl, the feral-looking one who does nothing more than squint his eyes and spit on the ground near her feet. She glares right back at him, and the second her father's back is turned she sticks her tongue out childishly.

But as they finally reach the outskirts, trekking beneath the shadow of an elevated train track, Glenn pipes up: "Admit it: you only came back to Atlanta for the hat."

"Don't tell anybody," Rory's father responds.

Daryl, who hasn't said a word since their departure from Guillermo's compound, finally turns to Rick and speaks out.

"You've given away half our guns and ammo."

"Not nearly half."

"For what?" The wild-looking man questions. "Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long you think they got?"

"How long do any of us?" Rory snaps, leveling him with an icy glare. "I lived with those people, and I gotta say that most of them have more decency in their little finger than you do in your entire body."

The pair lock eyes, each sporting a sour expression, but before he can respond their group circles around the front of an abandoned Metro bus and come to a quick halt.

"Oh my God," Glenn murmurs.

"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl demands, momentarily ignoring his consternation with the Sheriff's daughter in lieu of more important issues.

"We left it right there," Glenn continues. "Who would take it?"

Rick responds without hesitation.

"Merle."

Realization dawns on Daryl's face. "He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp."

.

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.

Evening is falling, and above the calls of night birds and cicadas the steady sound of footfalls and panting can be heard.

Rory jogs along behind her father, ignoring the stitch in her side as she keeps pace with the group. All she can think about is her mother and brother in danger, and that pushes her to keep going as they continue up the hill, keeping to the rough gravel path surrounding the quarry below.

Suddenly the rapid crack of gunfire and panicked screaming rips through the relative quiet from up ahead.

"Oh my God," Rick whispers.

"Go, go!" Someone yells, and they take off racing towards the source of the commotion.

They burst in through the back of the campsite, where everything is in utter chaos. Rick drops the duffel bag as he begins unloading buckshot into the nearest walkers, and Rory pauses long enough to grab a rifle and two clips before joining in the battle. Years ago her father had started bringing her to the gun range where he and Shane would practice after work, and it wasn't long before Rory was learning how to handle a gun all on her own. Now that practice is proving to be very useful.

The clearing is filled with terrified screams and the sharp crack of the guns, but one by one the walkers fall.

Rory hears her dad yelling for her mom and Carl, and slowly she makes her way after him, nailing two, three, six, then eight walkers as they shamble into her line of sight. Around her the other members of the group are fighting just as hard, and out of the corner of her eye she watches Daryl decimate the skull of a fallen walker with the butt of his shotgun.

"Dad!" she hears her little brother scream from the top of the hill, where she sees most of the survivors huddled beneath the awning of an old Winnebago.

"Carl!" Rick scoops his sobbing son into his arms, holding him close to his chest.

Rory finally has a clear shot through the massacre towards her family. "Mama!" she cries.

Lori looks like she's seen a ghost as her daughter scrambles up the slope, and in an instant the little family is whole once again. The remainder of the walkers are quickly dispatched, and Rory weeps into her mother's shoulder as they embrace tightly.

But the joy of being reunited is dampened by the cries of sorrow and fear. Among the bodies of rotten corpses lie several members of the group, clawed and chewed apart like hunks of meat. To the side a blond woman kneels over the fallen form of a younger girl, sobbing as she tries desperately to stem the flow of blood from several deep bite wounds. Rory can hear her wailing as the life fades from her companion, and she wonders if they were family, given their resemblance. The thought sobers her and she gently pulls away from her mother to haul Carl into her arms, hugging him fiercely.

"I missed you, little brother," she whispers.

"We thought you were dead," he responds tearfully. "I'm so glad you're back."

"Me too, kiddo… Me too."

**

Part three is now posted!

[poppyknitt]

Can’t Slip Now...- A JSE egos au story

(A Darkness and Desperation story)

TRIGGER WARNING/DISCLAIMER:

This story contains heavy mentions of CHILD ABUSE, PHYSICAL ABUSE, and a fair number of other things related to those, such as an abuser manipulating people into thinking nothing bad is happening, etc. Please do not read this story if you get triggered by abuse or anything related to it, regardless of how much of it is needed to trigger you. I don’t want anyone to have any issues with anxiety and/or ptsd-related panic attacks or episodes as a result of my story, so please, please DO NOT read past this warning, as, i kid you not, the abuse literally starts in the first paragraph.

Marvin woke up, and realized he’d slept past his alarm before his mind properly registered the sound of his mother yelling at Jameson drowning out the noise of his youngest brother’s sobbing pleas. As soon as he understood what he was hearing, he shot up out of bed, and quietly darted out of bed and down the hallway. Henry, Chase, Jackie, and Shenny were all huddled together by the corner of the hall, since Chase was clearly having a breakdown, and Henrik wasn’t really much better.

Shen exchanged a knowing look with him, and hesitantly nodded, giving him the okay to try to intervene again, even though they both knew Marvin’s concussion hadn’t finished healing. He ran into the dining room, and immediately started desperately yanking at his mother’s arm to try to get her to let go of James, as she was choking him.

“Mom! Stop! Leave him alone! Don’t hurt him!” He yelled, even though he knew he wasn’t going to stop the crazy bitch by trying to interfere like this. Jackie was peeking in through the doorway with eyes as wide as the moon, obviously wanting to join his younger brother, but being too scared to do anything.

His mother suddenly snapped her attention to him, and he realized all too late how royally he’d fucked up. Next thing he knew, he’d been flung across the room, and he smashed painfully into the glass cabinet his mother kept a lot of meaningless porcelains in for no reason other than wanting to look much better off financially than she really was. His head slammed into the back of the cabinet with the sickening noise of a skull cracking, and his hearing was overtaken by agonizingly loud ringing. It didn’t take long for him to start registering the severe pain ripping through his body, but it was short-lived, as he felt something he’d been unaware of slipping away.

…

….

… Was this what death feels like? Was that why everything hurt so much? Was that why he couldn’t hear anything, not even the screams and sobs of his brother? Was… that why his vision was slowly fading away?

…

….

Silence. Darkness. All his senses failed. He couldn’t even feel his body anymore.

So… This is it, huh? Just like that, this is how we die? A horribly failed attempt to save James… got us killed?

… Why? Why does she hate us so much..? Why… does she hate our brothers so much..? What did they ever do to deserve this..? I’m the only one who hurts people… I’m the only one who kills… Why didn’t she just abort us all if she didn’t want us..?

…

… This really is the end for us, isn’t it..? Killed by our own mother… God… We didn’t even get to say goodbye to our brothers…

…

….

…..

No.

Not yet.

We can’t give up.

We have to pull ourselves together! We have to get up from this! We have to survive. For James. Chase. Henrik. Jackie. Shen. We can’t let them down. We have to be strong for our brothers. They need us. They can’t go through this alone.

Get up. Get ready for school. Have Shenny drop Jameson off at preschool for us. We have to save our energy as much as we can if we want to survive this. We’re gonna be late, but that doesn’t matter. We can hide our wounds with magic. We’ve done it before. This isn’t any different.

…

….

He opened his eyes, making a very small noise of pain. He looked around, to see his mother gone- most likely off to work now-, Shenny trying desperately to wake him, as Jackie did his best to comfort their younger brothers, all of which were either having a panic attack, sobbing uncontrollably, or just entirely catatonic.

“Marvin!” Shen exclaimed when he saw his eyes open, and hugged him. He winced, and Shen quickly let go, apologizing profusely.

“...issokeh…s’okeh...don’ apol’gize… y’re scared…” he mumbled, his words slurred heavily, “...wh’re’s th’cr’tch’s…”

“Crutches..? N-No, M-Marvin, you can’t go to- to school like this! Y-You need to go to the hosp-” Shen began to protest, but he shut up when Marvin glared at him for suggesting he go to that cursed place that claims to help fix people.

“No. no hosp’tle. don’trus’ th’ docs… they’ll jus’ scol’me f’r bein’ weak...”

“...”

“S-Sean, just get the crutches… we don’t have much time left, we’re all gonna be late if you stall us by arguing with his stupid bullshit again-”

“Last time this happened, he stumbled into class and collapsed! This time it’s even worse than just a concussion, you know that, right?!”

“Sean! Seriously! We’re more likely to get help for all this if we just let him carry out with whatever ridiculous idea he has.”

Shen sighed in annoyance, and rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He summoned some strings, and they quickly zipped off, going to find the crutches and bring them back. It didn’t take long for the strings to pull them in, and soon enough, they were all heading out. Shen held James in his arms as he walked, while Jackie walked ahead of them with Chase on his shoulder and Henrik holding his hand. Shen had to separate from them halfway to school, since he was responsible for taking James to preschool today.

After about ten minutes, Jackie was a long ways ahead of him, and the distance between them only increased as they got closer and closer. By the time he arrived at school, Jack was in class, as were Chase and Henry. He was the last one to get into the building, as it was probably around 8:50 AM, and classes had already started. He didn’t make it any farther than passing the office door, though, and collapsed on the ground.

…

Thankfully, a girl he recognized (but couldn’t remember why, due to the loss of blood accompanied by a severe concussion) rounded the corner soon after he fell, and immediately noticed him lying on the ground, his body beaten and bloody, with quite a few shards of glass still in his flesh, because they were buried so deep that removing them without a doctor there would surely kill him. She screamed out of fear and concern, and ran off, probably trying to find a teacher.

She came back after a few minutes, and pointed the custodian she’d found to him, but by then he had lost his hearing to the screeching sound of ringing and false voices in his ears, and couldn’t tell if anyone was talking. He saw more adults come up to them, one of whom immediately called 911, while the others tried to figure out how to get him somewhere safer or something. He closed his eyes, knowing he’d failed to tough it out like he had all the previous times his mother decided to direct her aggressions onto him.

…

….

…..

He must’ve blacked out, because he woke up in an ambulance, with paramedics trying their hardest to stabilize his condition enough to get him into the ER before he died. He didn’t get to stay awake long enough to know if they managed to do anything, though, since he fell back into unconsciousness less than a minute after regaining it.

…

….

…..

Beeping. That was the first thing he registered. Slowly, but surely, though, his senses all faded back in, and he realized he was in the hospital, and there were nurses and a doctor or two in the room with him. Panic set in, and the first thing he did was try to tear out the IVs in his arms, but the nurses noticed immediately, and rushed over to him, restraining him from getting the hell out of there. He started crying, his mind a mess of panic and confusion, as he could no longer recall any events that lead up to him being here. As far as he was aware, they were holding him here against his will, hell, probably even holding him for ransom until his brothers found a way to give them money, and it was still two weeks prior, when he got the first concussion.

They wound up sedating him after he refused to stop thrashing around, even as the other nurses and doctors ran over to try to calm him down.

—————

The weeks he spent recovering in the hospital were hell. Every waking moment was spent either panicking, crying, or feeling nothing at all, except a burning desire to just run back home, and pretend none of this had ever happened. He’d regained the memory of trying to save his brother, but nothing else.

After the sedative they’d used on him wore off, he remembered sitting up in bed as one of the nurses kept an eye on him in case he tried it again, and bursting into tears, sobbing out that he wanted his brothers. He knew they couldn’t grant him that, but he couldn’t bear to be alone in the hospital room with a nurse. At this point he didn’t even remember why he was so terrified of hospitals, doctors, and everything else that involved medical attention. It had just become instinctive for him to try to get away from them by now.

He remembered the nurse coming over and trying her damnedest to comfort him, though.

“Hey, hey, calm down, sweetie, it’s okay… You’re gonna be okay…”

“I want my brothers- I-I wanna go home!” He’d sobbed, shaking uncontrollably as the nurse kept trying to calm him down.

“Your brothers are with your little brother right now, sweetie. They’ll be here soon, don’t worry.”

“W-Why are they with Jamie..? H-He’s not hurt, is he..?”

“... Your little brother was brought here due to serious injuries resulting from a couple of boys getting into a fight with him shortly after you were stabilized and put in this room. He’s okay now, but he has to stay in bed for a few days, and then he can go home, alright honey?”

“... N-No- D-Don’t let him go home with-without me- H-He- M-Mom might-” He started to protest, still sobbing, but a little less hysterically than before now.

“I know you’re worried about him… Your older brothers told us what happened. Don’t worry, we have it under control. Considering the overwhelming amount of evidence of abuse the officers who arrived at your school with the paramedics gathered from the statements they got from the adults on scene, and later from the staff at your brother’s preschool… I don’t think she has much of a chance of getting away with this.”

“S-She’s getting in trouble for this..?”

“Yes. You boys are going to be out of this situation soon, I promise. Now… Is there anything else you need, sweetie?” He knew she was changing the subject to get his mind off of the topic she knew was only bothering him more, but he didn’t care. He was too exhausted from crying so much to care.

“...what day is it..?”

“... Tuesday. You were out for nearly an entire day.”

“... okay…”

“You sure that’s all, sweetie?”

He nodded, though, he knew his expression and demeanor weren’t very convincing.

“... Okay… If you need anything, I’ll be over here by the door, okay?”

“... okay.”

After that, the head nurse decided that since the nurse who helped calm him down was the only person in the hospital he trusted, she would be assigned to keeping an eye on him, and helping him out with things like refilling the IVs or bringing him some food when needed. But, considering that he had a panic attack any time anyone else tried to interact with him in any way aside from bringing food, that may have been for the best.

… The trial was a whole other mess of a story, honestly. He remembered being brought out from the hospital to testify against his mother, but somehow, she managed to convince everyone that he was an ungrateful little liar, and all those reported injuries he and his brothers had gone to school with were just the result of them being wild little boys that liked to roughhouse. Ha. As if a fucking 11 year old boy would intentionally throw his little brother into a goddamn glass cabinet full of porcelain.

The trial wound up with the court siding with his mother, and she was allowed to go home with nothing but a stern talking to about ‘teaching her sons not to throw each other around’, while Jackie started lashing out and screaming that she was a fucking unstable psychopath and they should be arresting her for hurting his brothers, not letting her go with nothing but a slap on the wrist. The guards had to put him in handcuffs and drag him out of the courtroom to keep him from trying to kill the jury members.

Jameson was kept in the hospital for the trial, and Chase and Henrik stayed with him, since James was 5, Chase was 6, and Henrik was 7- all far too young to be allowed in the courtroom during such a heavy court case. And it was a good thing they were, since as soon as they found out that the court let their mother walk, and had instead wound up putting Jackie in juvenile for several months under the charge of attempted murder, Henrik had another panic attack, Chase had a mental breakdown, and Jameson went catatonic.

… God, this was all his fault, wasn’t it..?

-related topics, even if it’s only heavy shit. I do not want anyone to have any issues with panic attacks or ptsd-related episodes as a result of my stories, and I also don’t want you to suffer for any reason just to see this story, so please, please heed my warning, and do NOT read past this warning, as the abuse literally starts in the first paragraph.

Marvin woke up, and realized he’d slept past his alarm before his mind properly registered the sound of his mother yelling at Jameson drowning out the noise of his youngest brother’s sobbing pleas. As soon as he understood what he was hearing, he shot up out of bed, and quietly darted out of bed and down the hallway. Henry, Chase, Jackie, and Shenny were all huddled together by the corner of the hall, since Chase was clearly having a breakdown, and Henrik wasn’t really much better.

Shen exchanged a knowing look with him, and hesitantly nodded, giving him the okay to try to intervene again, even though they both knew Marvin’s concussion hadn’t finished healing. He ran into the dining room, and immediately started desperately yanking at his mother’s arm to try to get her to let go of James, as she was choking him.

“Mom! Stop! Leave him alone! Don’t hurt him!” He yelled, even though he knew he wasn’t going to stop the crazy bitch by trying to interfere like this. Jackie was peeking in through the doorway with eyes as wide as the moon, obviously wanting to join his younger brother, but being too scared to do anything.

His mother suddenly snapped her attention to him, and he realized all too late how royally he’d fucked up. Next thing he knew, he’d been flung across the room, and he smashed painfully into the glass cabinet his mother kept a lot of meaningless porcelains in for no reason other than wanting to look much better off financially than she really was. His head slammed into the back of the cabinet with the sickening noise of a skull cracking, and his hearing was overtaken by agonizingly loud ringing. It didn’t take long for him to start registering the severe pain ripping through his body, but it was short-lived, as he felt something he’d been unaware of slipping away.

…

….

… Was this what death feels like? Was that why everything hurt so much? Was that why he couldn’t hear anything, not even the screams and sobs of his brother? Was… that why his vision was slowly fading away?

…

….

Silence. Darkness. All his senses failed. He couldn’t even feel his body anymore.

So… This is it, huh? Just like that, this is how we die? A horribly failed attempt to save James… got us killed?

… Why? Why does she hate us so much..? Why… does she hate our brothers so much..? What did they ever do to deserve this..? I’m the only one who hurts people… I’m the only one who kills… Why didn’t she just abort us all if she didn’t want us..?

…

… This really is the end for us, isn’t it..? Killed by our own mother… God… We didn’t even get to say goodbye to our brothers…

…

….

…..

No.

Not yet.

We can’t give up.

We have to pull ourselves together! We have to get up from this! We have to survive. For James. Chase. Henrik. Jackie. Shen. We can’t let them down. We have to be strong for our brothers. They need us. They can’t go through this alone.

Get up, Peter. Get ready for school. Have Shenny drop Jameson off at preschool for us. We have to save our energy as much as we can if we want to survive this. We’re gonna be late, but that doesn’t matter. We can hide our wounds with magic. We’ve done it before. This isn’t any different.

…

….

He opened his eyes, making a very small noise of pain. He looked around, to see his mother gone- most likely off to work now-, Shenny trying desperately to wake him, as Jackie did his best to comfort their younger brothers, all of which were either having a panic attack, sobbing uncontrollably, or just entirely catatonic.

“Marvin!” Shen exclaimed when he saw his eyes open, and hugged him. He winced, and Shen quickly let go, apologizing profusely.

“...issokeh…s’okeh...don’ apol’gize… y’re scared…” he mumbled, his words slurred heavily, “...wh’re’s th’cr’tch’s…”

“Crutches..? N-No, M-Marvin, you can’t go to- to school like this! Y-You need to go to the hosp-” Shen began to protest, but he shut up when Marvin glared at him for suggesting he go to that cursed place that claims to help fix people.

“No. no hosp’tle. don’trus’ th’ docs… they’ll jus’ scol’me f’r bein’ weak...”

“...”

“S-Seán, just get the crutches… we don’t have much time left, we’re all gonna be late if you stall us by arguing with his stupid bullshit again-”

“Last time this happened, he stumbled into class and collapsed! This time it’s even worse than just a concussion, you know that, right?!”

“Seán! Seriously! We’re more likely to get help for all this if we just let him carry out with whatever ridiculous idea he has.”

Shen sighed in annoyance, and rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He summoned some strings, and they quickly zipped off, going to find the crutches and bring them back. It didn’t take long for the strings to pull them in, and soon enough, they were all heading out. Shen held James in his arms as he walked, while Jackie walked ahead of them with Chase on his shoulder and Henrik holding his hand. Shen had to separate from them halfway to school, since he was responsible for taking James to preschool today.

After about ten minutes, Jackie was a long ways ahead of him, and the distance between them only increased as they got closer and closer. By the time he arrived at school, Jack was in class, as were Chase and Henry. He was the last one to get into the building, as it was probably around 8:50 AM, and classes had already started. He didn’t make it any farther than passing the office door, though, and collapsed on the ground.

…

Thankfully, a girl he recognized (but couldn’t remember why, due to the loss of blood accompanied by a severe concussion) rounded the corner soon after he fell, and immediately noticed him lying on the ground, his body beaten and bloody, with quite a few shards of glass still in his flesh, because they were buried so deep that removing them without a doctor there would surely kill him. She screamed out of fear and concern, and ran off, probably trying to find a teacher.

She came back after a few minutes, and pointed the custodian she’d found to him, but by then he had lost his hearing to the screeching sound of ringing and false voices in his ears, and couldn’t tell if anyone was talking. He saw more adults come up to them, one of whom immediately called 911, while the others tried to figure out how to get him somewhere safer or something. He closed his eyes, knowing he’d failed to tough it out like he had all the previous times his mother decided to direct her aggressions onto him.

…

….

…..

He must’ve blacked out, because he woke up in an ambulance, with paramedics trying their hardest to stabilize his condition enough to get him into the ER before he died. He didn’t get to stay awake long enough to know if they managed to do anything, though, since he fell back into unconsciousness less than a minute after regaining it.

…

….

…..

Beeping. That was the first thing he registered. Slowly, but surely, though, his senses all faded back in, and he realized he was in the hospital, and there were nurses and a doctor or two in the room with him. Panic set in, and the first thing he did was try to tear out the IVs in his arms, but the nurses noticed immediately, and rushed over to him, restraining him from getting the hell out of there. He started crying, his mind a mess of panic and confusion, as he could no longer recall any events that lead up to him being here. As far as he was aware, they were holding him here against his will, hell, probably even holding him for ransom until his brothers found a way to give them money, and it was still two weeks prior, when he got the first concussion.

They wound up sedating him after he refused to stop thrashing around, even as the other nurses and doctors ran over to try to calm him down.

—————

The weeks he spent recovering in the hospital were hell. Every waking moment was spent either panicking, crying, or feeling nothing at all, except a burning desire to just run back home, and pretend none of this had ever happened. He’d regained the memory of trying to save his brother, but nothing else.

After the sedative they’d used on him wore off, he remembered sitting up in bed as one of the nurses kept an eye on him in case he tried it again, and bursting into tears, sobbing out that he wanted his brothers. He knew they couldn’t grant him that, but he couldn’t bear to be alone in the hospital room with a nurse. At this point he didn’t even remember why he was so terrified of hospitals, doctors, and everything else that involved medical attention. It had just become instinctive for him to try to get away from them by now.

He remembered the nurse coming over and trying her damnedest to comfort him, though.

“Hey, hey, calm down, sweetie, it’s okay… You’re gonna be okay…”

“I want my brothers- I-I wanna go home!” He’d sobbed, shaking uncontrollably as the nurse kept trying to calm him down.

“Your brothers are with your little brother right now, sweetie. They’ll be here soon, don’t worry.”

“W-Why are they with Jamie..? H-He’s not hurt, is he..?”

“... Your little brother was brought here due to serious injuries resulting from a couple of boys getting into a fight with him shortly after you were stabilized and put in this room. He’s okay now, but he has to stay in bed for a few days, and then he can go home, alright honey?”

“... N-No- D-Don’t let him go home with-without me- H-He- M-Mom might-” He started to protest, still sobbing, but a little less hysterically than before now.

“I know you’re worried about him… Your older brothers told us what happened. Don’t worry, we have it under control. Considering the overwhelming amount of evidence of abuse the officers who arrived at your school with the paramedics gathered from the statements they got from the adults on scene, and later from the staff at your brother’s preschool… I don’t think she has much of a chance of getting away with this.”

“S-She’s getting in trouble for this..?”

“Yes. You boys are going to be out of this situation soon, I promise. Now… Is there anything else you need, sweetie?” He knew she was changing the subject to get his mind off of the topic she knew was only bothering him more, but he didn’t care. He was too exhausted from crying so much to care.

“...what day is it..?”

“... Tuesday. You were out for nearly an entire day.”

“... okay…”

“You sure that’s all, sweetie?”

He nodded, though, he knew his expression and demeanor weren’t very convincing.

“... Okay… If you need anything, I’ll be over here by the door, okay?”

“... okay.”

After that, the head nurse decided that since the nurse who helped calm him down was the only person in the hospital he trusted, she would be assigned to keeping an eye on him, and helping him out with things like refilling the IVs or bringing him some food when needed. But, considering that he had a panic attack any time anyone else tried to interact with him in any way aside from bringing food, that may have been for the best.

… The trial was a whole other mess of a story, honestly. He remembered being brought out from the hospital to testify against his mother, but somehow, she managed to convince everyone that he was an ungrateful little liar, and all those reported injuries he and his brothers had gone to school with were just the result of them being wild little boys that liked to roughhouse. Ha. As if a fucking 11 year old boy would intentionally throw his little brother into a goddamn glass cabinet full of porcelain.

The trial wound up with the court siding with his mother, and she was allowed to go home with nothing but a stern talking to about ‘teaching her sons not to throw each other around’, while Jackie started lashing out and screaming that she was a fucking unstable psychopath and they should be arresting her for hurting his brothers, not letting her go with nothing but a slap on the wrist. The guards had to put him in handcuffs and drag him out of the courtroom to keep him from trying to kill the jury members.

Jameson was kept in the hospital for the trial, and Chase and Henrik stayed with him, since James was 5, Chase was 6, and Henrik was 7- all far too young to be allowed in the courtroom during such a heavy court case. And it was a good thing they were, since as soon as they found out that the court let their mother walk, and had instead wound up putting Jackie in juvenile for several months under the charge of attempted murder, Henrik had another panic attack, Chase had a mental breakdown, and Jameson went catatonic.

… God, this is all our fault, isn’t it..?

————————————————————

Oh wow, look, for once a DaD fic i could upload because timeline shit won’t be confusing if I do!

But, also, side note: Part of the reason Marvin called himself Peter in his thoughts at the beginning is that his middle name is Peter, and when he was younger, a lot of the adults and kids around him would call him that instead of his first name. However, the other part of the reason is related to a mental disorder that I found out he has back in February. I will not go into it here because the explanation I would have to give is very lengthy, and, well, the disorder itself is one of those things that can be severely hard to wrap your head around, and I don’t want to put it here in case anyone has any issues from reading about it in my words, as I’m not the best at explaining things, even when I’ve researched them as extensively as I have the disorder in particular. The only reason I understand it to the level that I do is because I’ve known about the disorder since at least 2016, probably longer, and have done a lot of research on it, both from looking into many articles written by experts/professionals, and from looking into accounts of what the disorder is like that were made by real people who suffer from it. I do not, however, claim to know everything about it, nor do I claim that I know enough to say I’m an expert. I simply just write Marvin’s struggles with it based on what I have come to understand about him and how he works with his issues. Obviously, I can’t go into depth about it either, but just know that his struggles with it are not universal for all who struggle with it, so even though how it affects him is why he’s so erratic, unpredictable, and even murdery at times, he is an extremely rare case in the disorder, and the majority, if not almost all of, the people affected by it irl are in no way as dangerous as he is. He is a fictional character, and does not represent reality, though, given that he has magic and can control people with little purple threads, I feel like that should be obvious.

... i will also say this in the tags, but since i know almost no one reads tags: If anyone wants me to make a post about the disorder he has, how it affects him, and the details about his specific case, I will. However, unless you outright tell me that you want it, I will not, because I am not going to force something no one/almost no one wants, especially not if it’s as heavy and complex as the disorder. The same goes for all the other things I have discovered about him and his brothers since the last time i posted any DaD content, but have not mentioned on Tumblr, but moreso because of the ‘not if no one wants it’ than the ‘too heavy’, since the rest of it isn’t anywhere near the risk factor of that specific disorder, and can be discussed freely and openly without risking triggering or causing anything negative in anyone. But, of course, as I said, all of that will only be delved into if you guys ask me to. Yes. That means responding, or inboxing. I’m sorry if that gives you anxiety, and I don’t expect you to do it at all, whether or not it does, however, those are the terms, and I will not loosen them for anyone unless you wish to discuss it in private, and do not share it with anyone without my consent first.

and as for why i even wrote about it if it’s such a big deal? Because I literally can’t write DaD! Marvin without factoring it in. That disorder literally shapes almost the entirety of his character and personality, since it’s a disorder that severely affects how the personality forms. If I took it out of him, he’d loose every single quirk and trait that we love about him. He’d most likely be a hollow, 1-dimensional character, especially when compared to how he was prior to having it ‘removed’. So, to keep him from loosing eveything we love about him, he has to keep it, and I have to write it.

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I know I don’t normally do taglists in trigger-heavy fics, but uh,,, seeing as this is the first fic I’ve been able to post in so long... I figured I oughta do it. Also, I apologize a whole heckin lotta oopsies for the entire f--kin’ short story’s worth of an author’s note at the end, but uh,,, i knew i couldn’t leave all that out in the air without making it look like i have several major plotholes where I really, honestly, do not have any. I have worked my ass off on developing Darkness and Desperation for the past four months, so I really don’t want people to assume that I’ve made a story and bullshitted my entire way through both the backstory and the actual storyline-

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11th of January

I learned a lot of things about my chosen profession during my stay at the university; the different methods, strategies, techniques of teaching. I learned the what, when, where, which, why and hows of teaching. I had good role models. My four years of stay in college is nothing but a gruesome process to transform me into the teacher that I am today. I thought I am prepared for just about anything but there are many things that they didn’t teach us in college. For instance, dealing with parents. How do I speak with them? How do I project my authority as a teacher? I feel like a rat in a maze, just blindly navigating.

Every day I get to discover new things about the field and myself as a teacher. There are still times when I couldn’t understand what is happening and what is supposed to be done. My students are so young and delicate, I am not trained for early childhood education. Every now and then I get caught off guard.

Today, I had one of the most challenging days of my stay at the FLA. There are a lot of tasks that needs to be accomplished. I have to substitute for my co-teacher meaning I had to sacrifice my vacant period. While I was in one of my classes, my student, Aidan approached to tell me that his tummy doesn’t feel right. I had to bring him to the clinic and lucky enough the school nurse is not on duty. So lucky. I hate seeing my students in pain. I went back inside the classroom after attempting to call the child’s parents and failing to receive a response. I was called back immediately by one of the custodians.

Aidan was screaming on top of his lungs and it’s nerve wracking. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t let anybody near him except for me. At the time I felt important yet so helpless. My student won’t even tell me what’s wrong until his fart do the talking for him. I rushed him to the bathroom though he said that he didn’t want to because he find the school restrooms unfamiliar to him, like we need to be acquainted first with a bathroom. This child is really a wonder. To cut things short we didn’t make it to the potty on time, it was too late for his trousers.

Aidan is one of my very inquisitive student in class and not to mention observant. He was always sure of things to say to both please, annoy, and surprise me. I never saw him so upset until today. I went inside the cubicle with him and let me tell you that the smell isn’t a garden of flowers and the sight will forever be etched in my memory. I am not going to write down the rest of the things that I’ve done inside that cubicle. I can only write how big of a struggle it is for both Aidan and I. There is a moment when I laughed a loud and made Aidan more upset by doing so. I couldn’t helped it I just find the situation funny and ironic. I was half laughing and half crying in my mind.

When we’re done cleaning the mess, Aidan said “Teacher magbestfriend na po tayo.”. I swear I could have cried my heart out in that very cubicle. When they told us in college that the job of a teacher doesn’t end in the classroom, I wasn’t picturing that very situation. The teaching profession is fulfilling they say, but no words could ever expressed how I was touched by Aidan’s words. I never thought it is possible to feel so much and to fit everything in my tiny heart. I can never forget this day, ever.

When I get back in the classroom my other student puked on the floor, the other caught a flu, another was hurt while playing, and two more was brought to the clinic because of stomach ache.

Who ever said that teaching is boring clearly haven’t been a teacher for even just a day. A lot could happen in a school day.

I am glad I made it out alive.

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A  QUICK  HEADCANON  THING —  

The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

WHAT  THEY  SMELL  LIKE: her hair smells like tropical fruit with an almost creamy undertone from kukui nut oil. Her soap is similar but even fainter. Due to her line of work, she hardly ever wears perfume but sometimes does indulge in scented oils that are less likely to trigger respiratory or allergen reactions in her patients. This tends to be sultry in tones: earthy, spicy, a touch of mystery: sandalwood and plumeria. Other times she might smell like green grass and gardens, or perhaps orchids. Her breath tends to be warm, sweet, and hold a hint of cinnamon to it, except when she’s drinking wine or coffee.

HOW  THEY  SLEEP  (  POSITION, SCHEDULE, ETC. ): Beth tends to naturally curl up in a fetal position, knees tucked into her chest, laying on her side, one arm under her pillow and the other tucked close, protective of vital spaces. Sometimes, in extreme exhaustion, she will simply collapse face first on her bed and adopt a pose that looks faintly like the Hanged Man tarot card, one leg straight, the other bent at the knee with foot on or touching the straight leg. An arm under the pillow, the other over, hugging it. If she has the fortune/misfortune of sleeping with someone else, she will spoon. Sometimes the big one, sometimes the small, but in as much physical contact as humanly {or inhumanly} possible. She maybe sleeps best, longest this way. She doesn’t sleep often, but thankfully she doesn’t need more than a couple hours at an unspecified time to function. A chronic insomniac with a need to move constantly, she doesn’t have a schedule she sticks to. So sleep is catch-as-catch-can. Even if she is awake with a partner, she will remain in bed, as still as possible so as not to disturb the other person, often reading by the dim light she absolutely requires.

WHAT  MUSIC  THEY  ENJOY: Music to Beth is one of the ultimate expressions of emotion and life. Her tastes go from Grunge {Pearl Jam, et al.} to Ethnic trance/trip-hop, to classic rock, to classical. There is something in every genre she can find to enjoy. She also dances to each and every one of those choices, which can be unsettling to anyone not familiar with her tastes.

HOW  MUCH  TIME  THEY  SPEND  GETTING  READY  IN  THE  MORNING: Beth has always been pragmatic and almost always sets out her clothes, sets the coffee pot to automatic brew on a delayed timer, packs her work bag, and everything else she will need the night before. Beth can be ready to walk out the door in ten minutes or less.

FAVORITE  THING  TO  COLLECT:  Beth has a collection of surfboards that she had shipped over from O’ahu. Short and long boards, wood and other materials. Finding the north Atlantic inhospitable, she mostly keeps them mounted on the walls of her apartment. She is the custodian of her brother’s vinyl records and his guitars. Beyond that, Beth tends to keep house plants but what she really hoards is...people. She collects them the way some people collect strays. 

LEFT  OR  RIGHT  HANDED: Beth can use both hands equally well. She tends to prefer writing with her left, though.

FAVORITE  SPORT(S): Surfing, yoga, swimming, kickboxing, horse-back riding, fencing.

FAVORITE  TOURIST-Y  THING  TO  DO  WHEN  TRAVELING: Beth enjoys hunting down small, locally owned coffee shops and bakeries, always ready and willing to try new samples of things. She loves sampling local food as made by natives, because food is a love language. She likes to find places to sit and watch people, often sketching them or the surroundings rather than take photographs, though she does that, too.

FAVORITE  KIND  OF  WEATHER:  The couple days leading up to a tropical thunderstorm when the sky is glass and the waters are choppy is her favourite time; it’s best to surf the bigger, deeper swells. She likes humid heat and soft sunlight, but she’s developed a fondness for cold, grey, drizzly days when there is a perpetual twilight. WEIRD/OBSCURE  FEAR  THEY  HAVE:  Beth is afraid of peanut-butter. She isn’t allergic, and she likes peanuts in her pad-thai. But specifically peanut-butter can drive her to leave a room or burst into tears by just smelling it. Beth fears eating meat will lead her to becoming a cannibal.

THE  CARNIVAL/ARCADE  GAME  THEY  ALWAYS  WIN  WITHOUT  FAIL: Beth is creepily good at the shooting gallery, whether it’s a pellet gun or a water cannon. She also does incredibly well when it comes to whac-a-mole. She has a lot of pent up rage and frustration.

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TAGGING: Be a Pirate, do crime.

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For Many Across America, a Sigh of Relief as a New Era Begins

Early Inauguration Day morning, she slipped into her pandemic-era work clothes of gray sweatpants and white shirt and ground the beans. Then, with her mug of coffee, she watched on her kitchen television as the green-and-white helicopter took air, removing from the White House grounds the outgoing 45th president of the United States, Donald J. Trump.

In that kitchen, in a brick Colonial house in Watertown, Mass., tears came to the eyes of the woman, Karolyn Kurkjian-Jones. Tears of unabashed joy.

“It’s over, it’s over, it’s over,” Ms. Kurkjian-Jones, a retired kindergarten teacher and pandemic-furloughed concierge at the Boston Park Plaza hotel, said later. “He’s gone.”

Since the election in November of Joseph R. Biden Jr. as the 46th president, a great deal of attention has been paid to the conspiracy theories of Republicans who supported Mr. Trump — especially those who, heeding his combustible words about a stolen election, overran the Capitol in a surge of violence and vandalism on Jan. 6.

But so many more Americans, nearly 81.3 million of them, are like Ms. Kurkjian-Jones, people who voted for Mr. Biden and against Mr. Trump. And, on Wednesday, exactly two weeks after the attack on the Capitol, they celebrated with liquor and baked goods, with Zoom calls and “Amazing Grace” and tears of joy, a new day: a day in which a nation pushed a reset button.

In Chicago, not far from a bakery doing a brisk business in inauguration-themed treats — a Wonder Woman cake featuring the face of Vice President Kamala Harris, for example — Sarah Rassey, 40, made plans to watch the inauguration with her daughter, Madeleine, who also happened to be turning 5.

“I feel lighter,” Ms. Rassey said of Mr. Biden’s presidency. “I’m just grateful, relieved, happy — and, honestly, I’ve been crying tears of joy since last night.”

In Texas, a pair of sisters — both special-education teachers from Killeen — drove more than an hour to be in front of the State Capitol in Austin in time to watch the inauguration on a cellphone. Norma Luna, 49, and Sylvia Luna, 43, were there in part to honor a third sister, Veronica, 56, who died of the coronavirus on Election Day.

“It’s a relief,” Norma Luna cried as she watched the ceremony. “I didn’t think we could get here. We’re proud to be Americans again.”

In Annandale, Va., Isra Chaker, 30, an advocate for refugees and asylum seekers at Oxfam America, felt unburdened of the need to justify her “Americanness” during the Trump administration — even though she was born and raised by Syrian immigrants in Boulder, Colo.

“Today I know that I belong here,” Ms. Chaker, a Muslim who wears a hijab, said. “It was reaffirmed that we are all America and America is all of us.”

And at the Calamari’s Squid Row restaurant in Erie, Pa., vodka was the noontime alcohol of choice among some women who call themselves the Drinking Girls. Mary Jo Campbell, 70, a retired university professor and an official in the Erie County Democratic Party, was there, along with her friends Linda, and Kathy, and Alice, and Cheryl, and Karen, and Amy, and Emily — a band assembled in commiseration after Mr. Trump’s election in 2016.

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They removed their masks to sip in jubilation. They cheered the moment that Mr. Biden assumed power. They joined Garth Brooks in singing “Amazing Grace.” And then they sipped some more.

“Everybody was hooting and hollering,” said Ms. Campbell, 70, who wore Ruth Bader Ginsburg earrings to offset her blue “Pennsylvania for Biden” T-shirt.

This inauguration seemed to represent more than the routine transition of power from one political party to another. The smashing of norms by Mr. Trump, culminating with his refusal to concede an election he lost and then his incitement of his supporters to march on the Capitol — leading to indictments and his second impeachment — made the moment seem seismic: a shift from one distinct era to another, with the question of who we are as a republic suddenly open to debate.

In Berkeley, Calif., a software engineer named Martin Turon walked his labradoodle past the Thousand Oaks Elementary School, where a custodian had hung a congratulatory banner featuring an alumna: Vice President Kamala Harris. Mr. Turon said he was very proud of Ms. Harris, but the overarching emotion he was feeling was relief, not jubilation.

“Do you really celebrate right after a big earthquake, when everything is broken?” Mr. Turon asked. “When you’re picking up the boards and the rubble off the streets?”

Indeed, there were small spasms of dissent by those who still do not accept Mr. Biden as the duly elected president, although reporters and members of the National Guard far outnumbered protesters outside state capitols. But then this was a day when those who did recognize the legitimacy of the election — that is, most of the country — marked the moment.

The changeover actually began hours earlier, when Mr. Trump and his wife, Melania, emerged — his extra-long red tie, her dark sunglasses — from the White House to board the Marine One helicopter, only to appear shortly afterward at Joint Base Andrews to address a small crowd of loyalists. As Mr. Trump recited what he said were the accomplishments of his administration — a recitation punctuated by a vow to “be back in some form” — the array of American flags, stirred by the morning breeze, seemed restless.

Meanwhile, in a Massachusetts town 430 miles to the northeast, the retired kindergarten teacher, Ms. Kurkjian-Jones, harbored strong feelings of good riddance.

After Mr. Trump’s swearing-in in 2017, Ms. Kurkjian-Jones began a four-year ritual of sending a colorful postcard to the White House every day except Sunday that said “Donald Trump Release Your Taxes” — which he never did. She always signed the card with her name and the initials ABM — “for ‘America’s Big Mistake,’” she said.

Now, at about noon, Ms. Kurkjian-Jones raised a glass of Moët Champagne in toast to the swearing-in of his successor. “A long time coming,” she said.

Many still believe Mr. Trump’s baseless contention of widespread electoral fraud. The aftershocks of the Capitol attack included a militarized lockdown for the inauguration ceremonies. And the pandemic, which has claimed more than 400,000 lives in the United States, required the nonstop attention of overworked health care workers across the country.

As the inauguration unfolded in Washington, the life-or-death struggles continued at the Martin Luther King Jr. Community Hospital in South Los Angeles. “I’m so tired of zipping black body bags,” a nurse, Amanda Hamilton, said as the distant ceremony continued. “It’s exciting we have a president who actually cares and might do something about it.”

Seconds later came the call of a “Code Blue”: a woman in her early 50s whose heart had slowed and oxygen had plummeted. Ms. Hamilton rushed down the hallway to help insert a breathing tube.

Still, these realities could not suppress for some the day’s sense of profound relief.

Karin Wraley Barbee, 48, an English professor at Siena Heights University in Adrian, Mich., said the day felt like a bookend to the day after Mr. Trump won in 2016, when she taught classes at the university but felt she could burst into tears at any time.

“I’m not naïve enough to think everything is OK; it’s not,” she said. “Everyone is very, very awake, and invested in repairing what was damaged.”

Mr. Barbee finished teaching a composition class at 11:50, then ran to her office, where she managed to catch the swearing-in of the new president on her computer. She could hear a few colleagues clapping in the moment. And then, she said, “A couple of us did a little dance.”

Reporting was contributed by Ellen Barry, Julie Bosman, Sheri Fink, Thomas Fuller, Miriam Jordan and David Montgomery.

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Utah Divorce Code 30-3-34

Utah Code 30-3-34: Best Interests — Rebuttable Presumption

1. If the parties are unable to agree on a parent-time schedule, the court may establish a parent-time schedule consistent with the best interests of the child. 2. The advisory guidelines as provided in Section 30-3-33 and the parent-time schedule as provided in Sections 30-3-35 and 30-3-35.5 shall be presumed to be in the best interests of the child unless the court determines that Section 30-3-35.1 should apply. The parent-time schedule shall be considered the minimum parent-time to which the noncustodial parent and the child shall be entitled unless a parent can establish otherwise by a preponderance of the evidence that more or less parent-time should be awarded based upon any of the following criteria:

a. parent-time would endanger the child’s physical health or significantly impair the child’s emotional development; b. the distance between the residency of the child and the noncustodial parent; c. a substantiated or unfounded allegation of child abuse has been made; d. the lack of demonstrated parenting skills without safeguards to ensure the child’s well-being during parent-time; e. the financial inability of the noncustodial parent to provide adequate food and shelter for the child during periods of parent-time; f. the preference of the child if the court determines the child to be of sufficient maturity; g. the incarceration of the noncustodial parent in a county jail, secure youth corrections facility, or an adult corrections facility; h. shared interests between the child and the noncustodial parent; i. the involvement or lack of involvement of the noncustodial parent in the school, community, religious, or other related activities of the child; j. the availability of the noncustodial parent to care for the child when the custodial parent is unavailable to do so because of work or other circumstances; k. a substantial and chronic pattern of missing, canceling, or denying regularly scheduled parent-time; l. the minimal duration of and lack of significant bonding in the parents’ relationship prior to the conception of the child; m. the parent-time schedule of siblings; n. the lack of reasonable alternatives to the needs of a nursing child; and o. any other criteria the court determines relevant to the best interests of the child. 3. The court shall enter the reasons underlying its order for parent-time that: a) incorporates a parent-time schedule provided in Section 30-3-35 or 30-3-35.5; or b) provides more or less parent-time than a parent-time schedule provided in Section 30-3-35 or 30-3-35.5. 4. Once the parent-time schedule has been established, the parties may not alter the schedule except by mutual consent of the parties or a court order.

Best Interests of the Child

Whenever a court here in Utah is asked to decide which (if any) of a minor child’s parents should have custody over the child, the court is required to make its decision in accordance with the child’s “best interests.” Whenever Utah parents go to court in a family law context, the “best interests of the child” is the legal standard that judges must follow in determining which parent(s) should make major decisions for the child and with which parent(s) the child should live.

Legal Decision Making

• Legal decision making means the legal right and responsibility to make all non-emergency legal decisions for a minor child – including decisions regarding education, health care, religious training, and personal care. • Joint legal decision-making means both parents share decision-making and neither parent’s rights nor are responsibilities superior to the others (unless the final judgment or order identified certain decisions as belonging to one parent only). • Sole legal decision-making means one parent has the legal right and responsibility to make all major decisions for a child.

Parenting Plan

When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, each parent is required to submit a proposed parenting plan to the court. It will be up to court to determine any element(s) of the parenting plan about which the parents cannot agree. The proposed parenting plan must address (at a minimum) each of the following: • A designation of the legal decision-making as either joint or sole. • Each parent’s rights and responsibilities for the personal care of the child and for decisions in areas such as education, health care, and religious training. • A practical schedule of parenting time for the child, including holidays and school vacations. • A procedure for the exchanges of the child, including location and responsibility for transportation. • A procedure by which proposed changes, relocation of where a child resides with parent, disputes, and alleged breaches may be mediated or resolved, which may include the use of conciliation services or private counseling. • A procedure for periodic review of the plan’s terms by the parents. • A procedure for communicating with each other about the child, including methods and frequency. • A statement that each party has read understands and will abide by the notification requirements which take effect when a parent or custodian knows that a convicted or registered sex offender or a person who has been convicted of a dangerous crime against children may have access to the child.

How Utah Courts Determine Which Parent Should Have Legal Decision-Making And Parenting Time?

When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, the court will examine their proposed parenting plans and consider the arguments and evidence presented by both parties in order to determine what kind of legal decision-making and parenting time it will order. Under Utah law, courts are required to award legal decision-making and parenting time “in accordance with the best interests of the child.” How Do Courts Determine a Child’s “Best Interests”? These factors include (but are not limited to) each of the following: • The past, present, and potential future relationship between the parent and the child. • The interaction and interrelationship of the child with the child’s parent or parents, the child’s siblings and any other person who may significantly affect the child’s best interest. • The child’s adjustment to home, school and community. • If the child is of suitable age and maturity, the wishes of the child as to legal decision-making and parenting time. • The mental and physical health of all individuals involved. • Which parent is more likely to allow the child frequent, meaningful and continuing contact with the other parent. • Whether one parent intentionally misled the court to cause an unnecessary delay, to increase the cost of litigation, or to persuade the court to give a legal decision-making or a parenting time preference to that parent.

• Whether there has been domestic violence or child abuse. If the court determines that a parent who is seeking sole or joint legal decision-making has committed an act of domestic violence against the other parent, there is a rebuttable presumption that an award of sole or joint legal decision-making to the parent who committed the act of domestic violence is contrary to the child’s best interests. (The burden of showing otherwise falls on the parent who committed an act of domestic violence.) This presumption does not apply if both parents have committed an act of domestic violence. A person commits an act of domestic violence if that person does any of the following: • Intentionally, knowingly or recklessly causes or attempts to cause sexual assault or serious physical injury. • Places a person in reasonable apprehension of imminent serious physical injury to any person. • Engages in a pattern of behavior for which a court may issue an ex parte order (with the parent who committed the act of domestic violence not present) to protect the other parent who is seeking child custody or to protect the child and the child’s siblings. • The nature and extent of coercion or duress used by a parent in obtaining an agreement regarding legal decision-making or parenting time. • Whether a parent has completed the required parent education class. • Whether either parent was convicted of an act of false reporting of child abuse or neglect. When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, the court is required to make specific findings on the record about each of these factors assuming they are relevant to the particular case as well as the reasons why the judge’s decision is consistent with the child’s best interests. Any parent who proposes a parenting plan with the hope of being granted a particular legal decision-making and parenting time arrangement should remember that the legal standard that the court will use when it determines which parent(s) should make major decisions for the child and with which parent(s) the child should live is “the best interests of the child.” Purchased with Separate Property, But Both Spouses Named as Grantees. When the purchase is made with separate property funds, but both spouses are named as grantees, a presumption arises that the acquiring spouse intended to give the other spouse a separate ½ interest in the property. This presumption can only be rebutted by clear and convincing evidence that the acquiring spouse did not intend to gift the ½ interest to the other spouse.

The Best Interests of the Child: Factors a Judge May Consider in Deciding Custody

All states use a “best interest of the child” standard in disputed custody cases. This is a rather amorphous standard, and one that lends itself to judges’ subjective beliefs about what’s best for children. There are some factors, though, that you can expect a judge to consider. • Age of the children: Although the “tender years” doctrine has long been officially out of fashion, some judges still believe that younger children should live with their mothers, especially if the mother has been the primary caregiver. • Each parent’s living situation: There’s a bit of a chicken-and-egg dilemma surrounding the issue of where parents live and how that affects custody. Sometimes, the parent who stays in the family home is granted custody of the children because it allows the children stability and continuity in their daily lives. Sometimes, the parent with custody is awarded the family home, for the same reason. If you are crashing in your best friend’s guest room while you get back on your feet after the divorce, don’t expect to get primary custody of your kids. If you truly want to spend a significant amount of time with your children, make sure your living situation reflects that. The proximity of your home to your spouse’s may also factor in to the judge’s decision. The closer you are, the more likely the judge will order a time-sharing plan that gives both parents significant time with the kids. The location of their school and their social and sports activities may also matter. • Each parent’s willingness to support the other’s relationship with the children: The judge will look at your record of cooperating or not with your spouse about your parenting schedule. The judge might also want to know things like whether you bad-mouth your spouse in front of the kids or interfere with visitation in any way. The more cooperative parent is going to have an edge in a custody dispute and a parent who’s obviously trying to alienate a child from the other parent will learn the hard way that courts don’t look kindly on that type of interference. • Each parent’s relationship with the children before the divorce: It sometimes happens that parents who haven’t been much involved with their kids’ lives suddenly develop a strong desire to spend more time with the children once the marriage has ended. In many cases, this desire is sincere, and a judge will respect it, especially if the parent has been dedicated to parenting during the separation period. But the judge will definitely take some time to evaluate a parent’s change of heart and ensure that the custody request isn’t being made primarily to win out over the other parent. • Children’s preferences: If children are old enough usually, older than 12 or so a judge may talk to them to find out their preferences about custody and visitation. Some states require courts to consider kids’ views, but others disapprove of bringing the kids into it at all. The judge also may learn about the children’s preferences from a custody evaluator. • Continuity and stability: When it comes to children, judges are big on the status quo, because most of them believe that piling more change on top of the traumatic transition of divorce generally isn’t good for kids. So if you’re arguing that things are working fine, you’ve got a leg up on a spouse who’s arguing for a major change in the custody or visitation schedule that’s already in place. • Abuse or neglect: Obviously, if there’s clear evidence that either parent has abused or neglected the children, a judge will limit that parent’s contact with the children.

Benefits of Shared Custody

Parents, of course, benefit from shared custody of their children. Both mothers and fathers are usually invested in seeing their children grow and succeed, and when both parents can be closely involved with their child, everyone is happier. Of course, this is not true in every case, but for the most part, shared custody (also called joint custody) is the best-case scenario. Children whose parents have joint custody of them often do better in school than children who have a relationship with only one parent. They tend to be more emotionally stable, as well. Pragmatically speaking, these children often have better physical health because two parents, rather than just one, are noticing their health needs and any illnesses or concerns that come up. They are often also healthier because both parents pool their resources to care for the child rather than one single parent struggling to make ends meet, possibly cutting corners on food, medicine, and shelter.

Developing a Parenting Plan

Most times, parents can develop a plan to meet their child’s best interest without going to trial or having a judge make the custody arrangements. A parenting plan will allow two mature and invested parents to work together to make decisions for their shared child. Parents should not badmouth one another to the child; this can create parental alienation and is detrimental the child. Instead, they should attempt to work together to decide where the child will live, when they will spend time with the other parent, who will have the child on holidays, where they will go to school, and so on. A mediator or a legal resource group can help parents negotiate these types of items as they strive to meet their child’s best interest. Knowing what to do in a custody case can be very difficult and overwhelming. Terms Used In Utah Code 30-3-34 • Allegation: something that someone says happened. • Evidence: Information presented in testimony or in documents that is used to persuade the fact finder (judge or jury) to decide the case for one side or the other.

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Utah Divorce Code 30-3-34

Utah Code 30-3-34: Best Interests — Rebuttable Presumption

1. If the parties are unable to agree on a parent-time schedule, the court may establish a parent-time schedule consistent with the best interests of the child. 2. The advisory guidelines as provided in Section 30-3-33 and the parent-time schedule as provided in Sections 30-3-35 and 30-3-35.5 shall be presumed to be in the best interests of the child unless the court determines that Section 30-3-35.1 should apply. The parent-time schedule shall be considered the minimum parent-time to which the noncustodial parent and the child shall be entitled unless a parent can establish otherwise by a preponderance of the evidence that more or less parent-time should be awarded based upon any of the following criteria:

a. parent-time would endanger the child’s physical health or significantly impair the child’s emotional development; b. the distance between the residency of the child and the noncustodial parent; c. a substantiated or unfounded allegation of child abuse has been made; d. the lack of demonstrated parenting skills without safeguards to ensure the child’s well-being during parent-time; e. the financial inability of the noncustodial parent to provide adequate food and shelter for the child during periods of parent-time; f. the preference of the child if the court determines the child to be of sufficient maturity; g. the incarceration of the noncustodial parent in a county jail, secure youth corrections facility, or an adult corrections facility; h. shared interests between the child and the noncustodial parent; i. the involvement or lack of involvement of the noncustodial parent in the school, community, religious, or other related activities of the child; j. the availability of the noncustodial parent to care for the child when the custodial parent is unavailable to do so because of work or other circumstances; k. a substantial and chronic pattern of missing, canceling, or denying regularly scheduled parent-time; l. the minimal duration of and lack of significant bonding in the parents’ relationship prior to the conception of the child; m. the parent-time schedule of siblings; n. the lack of reasonable alternatives to the needs of a nursing child; and o. any other criteria the court determines relevant to the best interests of the child. 3. The court shall enter the reasons underlying its order for parent-time that: a) incorporates a parent-time schedule provided in Section 30-3-35 or 30-3-35.5; or b) provides more or less parent-time than a parent-time schedule provided in Section 30-3-35 or 30-3-35.5. 4. Once the parent-time schedule has been established, the parties may not alter the schedule except by mutual consent of the parties or a court order.

Best Interests of the Child

Whenever a court here in Utah is asked to decide which (if any) of a minor child’s parents should have custody over the child, the court is required to make its decision in accordance with the child’s “best interests.” Whenever Utah parents go to court in a family law context, the “best interests of the child” is the legal standard that judges must follow in determining which parent(s) should make major decisions for the child and with which parent(s) the child should live.

Legal Decision Making

• Legal decision making means the legal right and responsibility to make all non-emergency legal decisions for a minor child – including decisions regarding education, health care, religious training, and personal care. • Joint legal decision-making means both parents share decision-making and neither parent’s rights nor are responsibilities superior to the others (unless the final judgment or order identified certain decisions as belonging to one parent only). • Sole legal decision-making means one parent has the legal right and responsibility to make all major decisions for a child.

Parenting Plan

When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, each parent is required to submit a proposed parenting plan to the court. It will be up to court to determine any element(s) of the parenting plan about which the parents cannot agree. The proposed parenting plan must address (at a minimum) each of the following: • A designation of the legal decision-making as either joint or sole. • Each parent’s rights and responsibilities for the personal care of the child and for decisions in areas such as education, health care, and religious training. • A practical schedule of parenting time for the child, including holidays and school vacations. • A procedure for the exchanges of the child, including location and responsibility for transportation. • A procedure by which proposed changes, relocation of where a child resides with parent, disputes, and alleged breaches may be mediated or resolved, which may include the use of conciliation services or private counseling. • A procedure for periodic review of the plan’s terms by the parents. • A procedure for communicating with each other about the child, including methods and frequency. • A statement that each party has read understands and will abide by the notification requirements which take effect when a parent or custodian knows that a convicted or registered sex offender or a person who has been convicted of a dangerous crime against children may have access to the child.

How Utah Courts Determine Which Parent Should Have Legal Decision-Making And Parenting Time?

When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, the court will examine their proposed parenting plans and consider the arguments and evidence presented by both parties in order to determine what kind of legal decision-making and parenting time it will order. Under Utah law, courts are required to award legal decision-making and parenting time “in accordance with the best interests of the child.” How Do Courts Determine a Child’s “Best Interests”? These factors include (but are not limited to) each of the following: • The past, present, and potential future relationship between the parent and the child. • The interaction and interrelationship of the child with the child’s parent or parents, the child’s siblings and any other person who may significantly affect the child’s best interest. • The child’s adjustment to home, school and community. • If the child is of suitable age and maturity, the wishes of the child as to legal decision-making and parenting time. • The mental and physical health of all individuals involved. • Which parent is more likely to allow the child frequent, meaningful and continuing contact with the other parent. • Whether one parent intentionally misled the court to cause an unnecessary delay, to increase the cost of litigation, or to persuade the court to give a legal decision-making or a parenting time preference to that parent.

• Whether there has been domestic violence or child abuse. If the court determines that a parent who is seeking sole or joint legal decision-making has committed an act of domestic violence against the other parent, there is a rebuttable presumption that an award of sole or joint legal decision-making to the parent who committed the act of domestic violence is contrary to the child’s best interests. (The burden of showing otherwise falls on the parent who committed an act of domestic violence.) This presumption does not apply if both parents have committed an act of domestic violence. A person commits an act of domestic violence if that person does any of the following: • Intentionally, knowingly or recklessly causes or attempts to cause sexual assault or serious physical injury. • Places a person in reasonable apprehension of imminent serious physical injury to any person. • Engages in a pattern of behavior for which a court may issue an ex parte order (with the parent who committed the act of domestic violence not present) to protect the other parent who is seeking child custody or to protect the child and the child’s siblings. • The nature and extent of coercion or duress used by a parent in obtaining an agreement regarding legal decision-making or parenting time. • Whether a parent has completed the required parent education class. • Whether either parent was convicted of an act of false reporting of child abuse or neglect. When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, the court is required to make specific findings on the record about each of these factors assuming they are relevant to the particular case as well as the reasons why the judge’s decision is consistent with the child’s best interests. Any parent who proposes a parenting plan with the hope of being granted a particular legal decision-making and parenting time arrangement should remember that the legal standard that the court will use when it determines which parent(s) should make major decisions for the child and with which parent(s) the child should live is “the best interests of the child.” Purchased with Separate Property, But Both Spouses Named as Grantees. When the purchase is made with separate property funds, but both spouses are named as grantees, a presumption arises that the acquiring spouse intended to give the other spouse a separate ½ interest in the property. This presumption can only be rebutted by clear and convincing evidence that the acquiring spouse did not intend to gift the ½ interest to the other spouse.

The Best Interests of the Child: Factors a Judge May Consider in Deciding Custody

All states use a “best interest of the child” standard in disputed custody cases. This is a rather amorphous standard, and one that lends itself to judges’ subjective beliefs about what’s best for children. There are some factors, though, that you can expect a judge to consider. • Age of the children: Although the “tender years” doctrine has long been officially out of fashion, some judges still believe that younger children should live with their mothers, especially if the mother has been the primary caregiver. • Each parent’s living situation: There’s a bit of a chicken-and-egg dilemma surrounding the issue of where parents live and how that affects custody. Sometimes, the parent who stays in the family home is granted custody of the children because it allows the children stability and continuity in their daily lives. Sometimes, the parent with custody is awarded the family home, for the same reason. If you are crashing in your best friend’s guest room while you get back on your feet after the divorce, don’t expect to get primary custody of your kids. If you truly want to spend a significant amount of time with your children, make sure your living situation reflects that. The proximity of your home to your spouse’s may also factor in to the judge’s decision. The closer you are, the more likely the judge will order a time-sharing plan that gives both parents significant time with the kids. The location of their school and their social and sports activities may also matter. • Each parent’s willingness to support the other’s relationship with the children: The judge will look at your record of cooperating or not with your spouse about your parenting schedule. The judge might also want to know things like whether you bad-mouth your spouse in front of the kids or interfere with visitation in any way. The more cooperative parent is going to have an edge in a custody dispute and a parent who’s obviously trying to alienate a child from the other parent will learn the hard way that courts don’t look kindly on that type of interference. • Each parent’s relationship with the children before the divorce: It sometimes happens that parents who haven’t been much involved with their kids’ lives suddenly develop a strong desire to spend more time with the children once the marriage has ended. In many cases, this desire is sincere, and a judge will respect it, especially if the parent has been dedicated to parenting during the separation period. But the judge will definitely take some time to evaluate a parent’s change of heart and ensure that the custody request isn’t being made primarily to win out over the other parent. • Children’s preferences: If children are old enough usually, older than 12 or so a judge may talk to them to find out their preferences about custody and visitation. Some states require courts to consider kids’ views, but others disapprove of bringing the kids into it at all. The judge also may learn about the children’s preferences from a custody evaluator. • Continuity and stability: When it comes to children, judges are big on the status quo, because most of them believe that piling more change on top of the traumatic transition of divorce generally isn’t good for kids. So if you’re arguing that things are working fine, you’ve got a leg up on a spouse who’s arguing for a major change in the custody or visitation schedule that’s already in place. • Abuse or neglect: Obviously, if there’s clear evidence that either parent has abused or neglected the children, a judge will limit that parent’s contact with the children.

Benefits of Shared Custody

Parents, of course, benefit from shared custody of their children. Both mothers and fathers are usually invested in seeing their children grow and succeed, and when both parents can be closely involved with their child, everyone is happier. Of course, this is not true in every case, but for the most part, shared custody (also called joint custody) is the best-case scenario. Children whose parents have joint custody of them often do better in school than children who have a relationship with only one parent. They tend to be more emotionally stable, as well. Pragmatically speaking, these children often have better physical health because two parents, rather than just one, are noticing their health needs and any illnesses or concerns that come up. They are often also healthier because both parents pool their resources to care for the child rather than one single parent struggling to make ends meet, possibly cutting corners on food, medicine, and shelter.

Developing a Parenting Plan

Most times, parents can develop a plan to meet their child’s best interest without going to trial or having a judge make the custody arrangements. A parenting plan will allow two mature and invested parents to work together to make decisions for their shared child. Parents should not badmouth one another to the child; this can create parental alienation and is detrimental the child. Instead, they should attempt to work together to decide where the child will live, when they will spend time with the other parent, who will have the child on holidays, where they will go to school, and so on. A mediator or a legal resource group can help parents negotiate these types of items as they strive to meet their child’s best interest. Knowing what to do in a custody case can be very difficult and overwhelming. Terms Used In Utah Code 30-3-34 • Allegation: something that someone says happened. • Evidence: Information presented in testimony or in documents that is used to persuade the fact finder (judge or jury) to decide the case for one side or the other.

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Utah Divorce Code 30-3-34

Utah Code 30-3-34: Best Interests — Rebuttable Presumption

1. If the parties are unable to agree on a parent-time schedule, the court may establish a parent-time schedule consistent with the best interests of the child. 2. The advisory guidelines as provided in Section 30-3-33 and the parent-time schedule as provided in Sections 30-3-35 and 30-3-35.5 shall be presumed to be in the best interests of the child unless the court determines that Section 30-3-35.1 should apply. The parent-time schedule shall be considered the minimum parent-time to which the noncustodial parent and the child shall be entitled unless a parent can establish otherwise by a preponderance of the evidence that more or less parent-time should be awarded based upon any of the following criteria:

a. parent-time would endanger the child’s physical health or significantly impair the child’s emotional development; b. the distance between the residency of the child and the noncustodial parent; c. a substantiated or unfounded allegation of child abuse has been made; d. the lack of demonstrated parenting skills without safeguards to ensure the child’s well-being during parent-time; e. the financial inability of the noncustodial parent to provide adequate food and shelter for the child during periods of parent-time; f. the preference of the child if the court determines the child to be of sufficient maturity; g. the incarceration of the noncustodial parent in a county jail, secure youth corrections facility, or an adult corrections facility; h. shared interests between the child and the noncustodial parent; i. the involvement or lack of involvement of the noncustodial parent in the school, community, religious, or other related activities of the child; j. the availability of the noncustodial parent to care for the child when the custodial parent is unavailable to do so because of work or other circumstances; k. a substantial and chronic pattern of missing, canceling, or denying regularly scheduled parent-time; l. the minimal duration of and lack of significant bonding in the parents’ relationship prior to the conception of the child; m. the parent-time schedule of siblings; n. the lack of reasonable alternatives to the needs of a nursing child; and o. any other criteria the court determines relevant to the best interests of the child. 3. The court shall enter the reasons underlying its order for parent-time that: a) incorporates a parent-time schedule provided in Section 30-3-35 or 30-3-35.5; or b) provides more or less parent-time than a parent-time schedule provided in Section 30-3-35 or 30-3-35.5. 4. Once the parent-time schedule has been established, the parties may not alter the schedule except by mutual consent of the parties or a court order.

Best Interests of the Child

Whenever a court here in Utah is asked to decide which (if any) of a minor child’s parents should have custody over the child, the court is required to make its decision in accordance with the child’s “best interests.” Whenever Utah parents go to court in a family law context, the “best interests of the child” is the legal standard that judges must follow in determining which parent(s) should make major decisions for the child and with which parent(s) the child should live.

Legal Decision Making

• Legal decision making means the legal right and responsibility to make all non-emergency legal decisions for a minor child – including decisions regarding education, health care, religious training, and personal care. • Joint legal decision-making means both parents share decision-making and neither parent’s rights nor are responsibilities superior to the others (unless the final judgment or order identified certain decisions as belonging to one parent only). • Sole legal decision-making means one parent has the legal right and responsibility to make all major decisions for a child.

Parenting Plan

When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, each parent is required to submit a proposed parenting plan to the court. It will be up to court to determine any element(s) of the parenting plan about which the parents cannot agree. The proposed parenting plan must address (at a minimum) each of the following: • A designation of the legal decision-making as either joint or sole. • Each parent’s rights and responsibilities for the personal care of the child and for decisions in areas such as education, health care, and religious training. • A practical schedule of parenting time for the child, including holidays and school vacations. • A procedure for the exchanges of the child, including location and responsibility for transportation. • A procedure by which proposed changes, relocation of where a child resides with parent, disputes, and alleged breaches may be mediated or resolved, which may include the use of conciliation services or private counseling. • A procedure for periodic review of the plan’s terms by the parents. • A procedure for communicating with each other about the child, including methods and frequency. • A statement that each party has read understands and will abide by the notification requirements which take effect when a parent or custodian knows that a convicted or registered sex offender or a person who has been convicted of a dangerous crime against children may have access to the child.

How Utah Courts Determine Which Parent Should Have Legal Decision-Making And Parenting Time?

When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, the court will examine their proposed parenting plans and consider the arguments and evidence presented by both parties in order to determine what kind of legal decision-making and parenting time it will order. Under Utah law, courts are required to award legal decision-making and parenting time “in accordance with the best interests of the child.” How Do Courts Determine a Child’s “Best Interests”? These factors include (but are not limited to) each of the following: • The past, present, and potential future relationship between the parent and the child. • The interaction and interrelationship of the child with the child’s parent or parents, the child’s siblings and any other person who may significantly affect the child’s best interest. • The child’s adjustment to home, school and community. • If the child is of suitable age and maturity, the wishes of the child as to legal decision-making and parenting time. • The mental and physical health of all individuals involved. • Which parent is more likely to allow the child frequent, meaningful and continuing contact with the other parent. • Whether one parent intentionally misled the court to cause an unnecessary delay, to increase the cost of litigation, or to persuade the court to give a legal decision-making or a parenting time preference to that parent.

• Whether there has been domestic violence or child abuse. If the court determines that a parent who is seeking sole or joint legal decision-making has committed an act of domestic violence against the other parent, there is a rebuttable presumption that an award of sole or joint legal decision-making to the parent who committed the act of domestic violence is contrary to the child’s best interests. (The burden of showing otherwise falls on the parent who committed an act of domestic violence.) This presumption does not apply if both parents have committed an act of domestic violence. A person commits an act of domestic violence if that person does any of the following: • Intentionally, knowingly or recklessly causes or attempts to cause sexual assault or serious physical injury. • Places a person in reasonable apprehension of imminent serious physical injury to any person. • Engages in a pattern of behavior for which a court may issue an ex parte order (with the parent who committed the act of domestic violence not present) to protect the other parent who is seeking child custody or to protect the child and the child’s siblings. • The nature and extent of coercion or duress used by a parent in obtaining an agreement regarding legal decision-making or parenting time. • Whether a parent has completed the required parent education class. • Whether either parent was convicted of an act of false reporting of child abuse or neglect. When the parents of a minor child cannot agree on a plan for legal decision-making and/or parenting time, the court is required to make specific findings on the record about each of these factors assuming they are relevant to the particular case as well as the reasons why the judge’s decision is consistent with the child’s best interests. Any parent who proposes a parenting plan with the hope of being granted a particular legal decision-making and parenting time arrangement should remember that the legal standard that the court will use when it determines which parent(s) should make major decisions for the child and with which parent(s) the child should live is “the best interests of the child.” Purchased with Separate Property, But Both Spouses Named as Grantees. When the purchase is made with separate property funds, but both spouses are named as grantees, a presumption arises that the acquiring spouse intended to give the other spouse a separate ½ interest in the property. This presumption can only be rebutted by clear and convincing evidence that the acquiring spouse did not intend to gift the ½ interest to the other spouse.

The Best Interests of the Child: Factors a Judge May Consider in Deciding Custody

All states use a “best interest of the child” standard in disputed custody cases. This is a rather amorphous standard, and one that lends itself to judges’ subjective beliefs about what’s best for children. There are some factors, though, that you can expect a judge to consider. • Age of the children: Although the “tender years” doctrine has long been officially out of fashion, some judges still believe that younger children should live with their mothers, especially if the mother has been the primary caregiver. • Each parent’s living situation: There’s a bit of a chicken-and-egg dilemma surrounding the issue of where parents live and how that affects custody. Sometimes, the parent who stays in the family home is granted custody of the children because it allows the children stability and continuity in their daily lives. Sometimes, the parent with custody is awarded the family home, for the same reason. If you are crashing in your best friend’s guest room while you get back on your feet after the divorce, don’t expect to get primary custody of your kids. If you truly want to spend a significant amount of time with your children, make sure your living situation reflects that. The proximity of your home to your spouse’s may also factor in to the judge’s decision. The closer you are, the more likely the judge will order a time-sharing plan that gives both parents significant time with the kids. The location of their school and their social and sports activities may also matter. • Each parent’s willingness to support the other’s relationship with the children: The judge will look at your record of cooperating or not with your spouse about your parenting schedule. The judge might also want to know things like whether you bad-mouth your spouse in front of the kids or interfere with visitation in any way. The more cooperative parent is going to have an edge in a custody dispute and a parent who’s obviously trying to alienate a child from the other parent will learn the hard way that courts don’t look kindly on that type of interference. • Each parent’s relationship with the children before the divorce: It sometimes happens that parents who haven’t been much involved with their kids’ lives suddenly develop a strong desire to spend more time with the children once the marriage has ended. In many cases, this desire is sincere, and a judge will respect it, especially if the parent has been dedicated to parenting during the separation period. But the judge will definitely take some time to evaluate a parent’s change of heart and ensure that the custody request isn’t being made primarily to win out over the other parent. • Children’s preferences: If children are old enough usually, older than 12 or so a judge may talk to them to find out their preferences about custody and visitation. Some states require courts to consider kids’ views, but others disapprove of bringing the kids into it at all. The judge also may learn about the children’s preferences from a custody evaluator. • Continuity and stability: When it comes to children, judges are big on the status quo, because most of them believe that piling more change on top of the traumatic transition of divorce generally isn’t good for kids. So if you’re arguing that things are working fine, you’ve got a leg up on a spouse who’s arguing for a major change in the custody or visitation schedule that’s already in place. • Abuse or neglect: Obviously, if there’s clear evidence that either parent has abused or neglected the children, a judge will limit that parent’s contact with the children.

Benefits of Shared Custody

Parents, of course, benefit from shared custody of their children. Both mothers and fathers are usually invested in seeing their children grow and succeed, and when both parents can be closely involved with their child, everyone is happier. Of course, this is not true in every case, but for the most part, shared custody (also called joint custody) is the best-case scenario. Children whose parents have joint custody of them often do better in school than children who have a relationship with only one parent. They tend to be more emotionally stable, as well. Pragmatically speaking, these children often have better physical health because two parents, rather than just one, are noticing their health needs and any illnesses or concerns that come up. They are often also healthier because both parents pool their resources to care for the child rather than one single parent struggling to make ends meet, possibly cutting corners on food, medicine, and shelter.

Developing a Parenting Plan

Most times, parents can develop a plan to meet their child’s best interest without going to trial or having a judge make the custody arrangements. A parenting plan will allow two mature and invested parents to work together to make decisions for their shared child. Parents should not badmouth one another to the child; this can create parental alienation and is detrimental the child. Instead, they should attempt to work together to decide where the child will live, when they will spend time with the other parent, who will have the child on holidays, where they will go to school, and so on. A mediator or a legal resource group can help parents negotiate these types of items as they strive to meet their child’s best interest. Knowing what to do in a custody case can be very difficult and overwhelming. Terms Used In Utah Code 30-3-34 • Allegation: something that someone says happened. • Evidence: Information presented in testimony or in documents that is used to persuade the fact finder (judge or jury) to decide the case for one side or the other.

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Word Ministration

By. Minister Liz

Topic: Rebuilding relationships, families and marriages for God's purpose and agenda.

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Shalom Shalom from Zimbabwe, Southern Africa.

This is Minister Liz speaking to you today.

I am honoured to be a part of this global ministry and my appreciation goes to the Founders and custodians of this wonderful ministry. Thank you Woman of God, Ms Daly Felicitus for inviting me. May God bless you.

Let's pray

Wonderful Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ, before your throne of glory and grace we come this time in our different time zones. We stand boldly before the throne of grace and thank you for an opportunity to minister your Word to the nations. It is your mandate and commission to us as Believers Lord that we set out in power and authority to proclaim your Word to the nations. We thank you for your precious Son Jesus Christ who died for us all and gave us life in abundantly so we may overflow into others.

We bring men and women before your throne, we have sinned and have fallen short of your glory but in and through your Son, Jesus Christ we have been made righteous. We renew our faith this time Lord and ask you to forgive us of our sins as mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, men and women.

You know the perfect plan you have for us in and through relationships, families and marriages and today I declare and decree that plan into existence.

May your agenda and purpose on the earth Lord be made to manifest in us, for us and through us.

I come against any form of evil and manipulation that has stolen the bliss and joy from families.

I pray for marriages on the platform, I declare life to dead, sick and ailing relationships. I speak light in every dark tunnel that refuses to make manifest that plan you have for each one of us.

I speak life over our children and every child on the earth. Our hope for tomorrow is in you Father and our children to you we commit, we come against every form of evil that has blinded the young generation and diverted them from the truth, we pull down strongholds and uproot every evil teaching in our homes, children and the church. No weapon fashioned against us shall prosper in the mighty name of Jesus Christ.

I ask you Lord to anoint every man and woman here for the work ahead and the work they already are doing. Speak to our hearts that we may know hidden things that fight our relationships, marriages and families, I pray against division, disunity and discord in these offices and I ask you to bring us to a place of restoration and reconciliation through repentance and a realisation that alone we can not make it...we need you Lord now and always

Ameen

Topic: Rebuilding relationships, families and marriages for God's purpose and agenda.

This is my umbrella topic for my sharing today and in the following weeks, every Wednesday and same time, I will be walking with you as we together seek wisdom and his guidance so that we may be renewed, equipped and empowered for the work of the ministry and for us as individuals who come from families, who are in relationships, in marriages and as we parent each. child whom God foreknew before he or she was formed in their mother's womb.

Rebuilding, This is a process of restoring something that has been lost that was there, a wall of protection for example, a way of life

Rebuilding occurs when there has been a crumbling and tumbling down of something that once stood or was built

So today my aim is to make us all aware that we have to come to a point of realisation, a realisation that relationships, families and marriages have fallen short and are out of the plan of God

If yours is in line, hallelujah but as people and ministers, as people designed to stand in the gap, we also carry the responsibility to teach others who have fallen how to walk back to God.

The world over, there is no nation that can say we have no homeless people, no lonely people, no hungry, naked, divorced people or those whose marriages are on the rocks

The world has witnessed more cases of runaway children, abuses of all forms, divorces, and disunity in the last decade more than ever before. Why doesn't this end, why does it keep increasing?

Yet we have Google to search for answers?

What went wrong and when?

Brothers don't speak to each other, father and son don't see eye to eye, mother and daughter get pregnant for the same man

What is it? I may not have the answers but what I know is there was a crumble, a fall and we have nowhere to get the answers except in the Word of God, where we all are and remain candidates.

A family was always something important to God and as we see in Mathew 1

Even His own Son has to subscribe to an earthly family to be acceptable in this earth, Jesus had to have a mother and father figure, he had to have brothers and a neighbourhood

Why?

Because family is part of God s plan and agenda. It is a tool he uses to make manifest his plans for his people. Nothing would be fulfilled without people and people come from families

Families are scattered all over the earth

Have you stopped to think of why you are who you are, where you are and not where I am?

God deliberately planted us like trees where we are for the tasks he has embedded in his Word to be fulfilled before the earth passes away...

So today I want you to remember every person God called as a way of solving some crisis in the Bible and imagine if they had become abused, homeless, or displaced from God's plan geographically, spiritually etc

Whose role is it to make sure, we don't miss God s plan? Family?

So when the family is destroyed, dysfunctional and dead...WHO NURSES THE CHILD. EXO 2:7

It is and has always been God s agenda to use families and marriages for his purpose and agenda

All families begin with marriages and all marriages are a result of relationships.

So, Relationships and unions must be also be very very important to him. Why Because from these we get family, we get teachings, a culture and way of doing things and if this foundation is laid down well, his plan, like a plane has a better airport to land on without first crushing and probably killing people. So that is why before I was born, he set me apart, for such a time.

And a season...Before you were born, he set you apart for a season. Before you could reason, he had reasoned. Before your parents, he was and he laid the foundation for you. Like an important guest, he prepared for you coming and has it all figured out til eternity.

Let me speak of relationships....In isolation, we are nothing, so we need to relate with God, others and the environment. Its all knitted together and separating it distorts God s plan. People have been called before they know Christ but receiving Christ and having a relationship with him allows them to know of the agenda of God for them and through them. Today, in and through this relationship with Christ we receive the power to be in the family of GOD.

Being in His family gives us a chance to serve our father and act as custodians of his vision for mankind. Nehemiah 1 :1-3

Nehemiah learned of the predicament of his hometown, where he feels connects him to who he is. And it takes the joy from him. If we are children of God and are family, brothers and sisters, what has stolen joy from us after we heard of it?

Are we moved by what moves God?

Do we want to maintain what his Son died for?. Do we realise our role?. Do we play our part?. Can God count on us to leave what gives us comfort in pursuit of what will make others comfortable?

Nehemiah was OK. It was well with him

But HE FORSAKES ALL AND BEGINS A MENTAL, SPIRITUAL, FINANCIAL AND PHYSICAL JOURNEY THAT ACHIEVES FOR GOD. DO YOU SEE HOW WHO HE WAS, HIS ORIGIN, DO YOU SEE HOW IT ALL BECAME A PLAN TO REDEEM GOD'S PEOPLE, AND HOW IT ALL WORKED FOR HIS PURPOSE AND AGENDA.

As I close for today,

Where you are isn't a mistake..

Who you are isn't a mistake...

What you have or are going through, its not coincidental.

The family you were born into.

The wife or husband you married.

The children you had.

The pain, opposition and ridicule you have encountered.

The position you hold.

The education acquired.

All that you are is a perfect place for God to begin with you a journey, nomatter how painful it may be, a journey to redeem his people from something terrible and horrible

IT IS ALL PART OF GOD'S PLAN.

The family unit was in trouble before you heard about it:

Forgotten children

Orphans

Lonely people

Sick

Hungry

Naked

Those in prison

The rejected

The betrayed

Those in mourning

Widows

Poor

Those who yearn for God s touch

The bruised, abused, wounded...

All the people in our time whom God is looking for because they are trapped in some situation.

So he can use as Moses to redeem millions

As Hannah to give birth to a prophet

As Naomi to point Ruth to Bethlehem

Judah so she can be Boaz s wife

Etc....

It is well now...

Because like Nehemiah, you will arise and stand in the gap for God s purpose and agenda.

Thank you..

Amen

Minister Liz

Zimbabwe

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SFMTA Prepares to Deliver Essential Trips Muni Service Only By Bonnie Jean von Krogh

In the rapidly changing environment caused by COVID-19, the SFMTA is making additional updates to Muni service. While ridership has fallen significantly, our bus operators still serve approximately 100,000 passengers a day – getting nurses, cooks, custodians, and other essential workers to their jobs. The SFMTA has instituted some of the strongest health protections for our operators, mechanics, car cleaners and customers to minimize risk of transmission on our buses. These efforts have been paired with our continued effort to maintain regular service, so remaining essential workers have the space to maintain recommended distances on Muni.  

However, it has become increasingly difficult to continue delivering service on our current network due to operator availability and the changing trip needs of the community.  Following public health guidance, there are operators are in self-quarantine out of an abundance of caution, while others have conditions that make them especially vulnerable. We are expecting over 40% of our operators to be out in the coming week. Remaining operators will continue to be on the job doing the heroic work of keeping San Francisco moving during this crisis. 

In order to maintain service levels to provide social distance, we must focus our available resources on the lines that most critically serve essential trips. This means temporarily reducing Muni service, and prioritizing routes in most critical need during the pandemic.  

Our priority is to be fully transparent with the community. Our goal is to restore normal service as quickly as possible. However, in the interim, we will prioritize our available resources based on connections to medical facilities, Muni’s Equity Strategy, and data from customer travel patterns we’ve observed during the COVID-19 shelter-in-place order. In order to maintain frequency, and sufficient social distance on these services, we will continue to operate 17 routes, while temporarily eliminating services on others.  

Changes to Muni service are being rolled out in phases  

Monday, April 6 

Customers should prepare for delays across the Muni system both Monday and Tuesday. We expect to be below necessary staffing levels to provide adequate service. This gap will cause missed runs and delays that may not be accurately reflected in NextBus predictions. If you need to make an essential trip, plan to use other options or allow extra time when riding Muni. 

Tuesday April 7 

Service will be temporarily discontinued on seven routes that are experiencing low ridership or have nearby lines that provide similar service and connections. Routes to be discontinued include the 2 Clement, 3 Jackson, 5 Fulton, 7 Haight, 10 Townsend, 21 Hayes and 31 Balboa.  

Wednesday April 8 

Service will be further reduced to our 17 most-used lines. This core network will provide service within one mile of all San Franciscans. This approach allows Muni to continue to serve San Francisco’s medical facilities and focuses on equity to ensure service for our customers most reliant on transit. The frequency of buses will vary by line so that lines experiencing some crowding will have more frequent service than others. 

The 17 core routes that will remain in service, with some modifications include: 

N Judah Bus 22 Fillmore L Taraval Bus 24 Divisadero T Third Bus 25 Treasure Island 1 California 29 Sunset 8 Bayshore 38 Geary 9 San Bruno 38R Geary Rapid 14 Mission  44 O'Shaughnessy 14R Mission Rapid 49 Van Ness/Mission 19 Polk  

Map of service starting Wednesday, April 8 

More details on the exact service plan will be available soon, so stay tuned and thank you for your patience as we all get through this difficult time together.  

How San Franciscans Can Help 

We need San Franciscans to help us continue to minimize risk of COVID-19 transmission on Muni. Please remember to stay home except for essential trips that cannot be made any other way. Take alternative transportation to Muni if you can. 

Comply with the shelter-in-place directive 

Make only essential trips 

Use Muni for essential trips only when other options are not available 

By developing a plan to deliver core Muni service with the resources available, we can continue to minimize risks of transmission and ensure our transit system works for essential trips across San Francisco. 

For more information on what were are doing and updates to SFMTA services, please visit SFMTA.com/COVID19. 

  Published April 06, 2020 at 03:54PM https://ift.tt/2xRsiYg