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[mackthemuser]

I was abused and exploited by the University of Oregon

I wish that I had a neat little intro to this piece but there is nothing neat or fun about this article. It does not fit in with the rest of the pop culture content on my site, but it is an awful and emotionally draining situation, and I need a place to share my experiences. As I am sitting here, wondering if I should even be writing this post in the first place, I find myself wanting to get…

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#abuse #abuse survivor #abusive parents #adoptee #adoption #adoption story #adoptive mother #child abuse #child exploitation #Child Protective Services #CPS #Diane Bricker #disabled children #Jane Squires #Jessi Steward #Karen Bedard #Kevin MarKS #Margaret Veltman #Marisa Macy #research #unethical #University of Oregon

[atticfish]

Kristen and Aelwyn sit in the kitchen together late at night -- not talking about anything, but understanding nevertheless. Aelwyn makes them her favourite elven tea (Jawbone ordered it from Fallinel) and draws little protective runes on the coins Kristen's saving for her brothers, and Kristen uses whatever spell energy she had left that day to chip away at the aches in Aelwyn's joints. Kristen always does her best to protect Adaine when they're out adventuring, and it's no coincidence that Aelwyn ends up teaching Bricker and Cork at Oakshield Middle. They can't always be with their younger siblings, but they can always count on each other to keep them safe.

#they make me so crazyinsane kristen and aelwyn you will always be famous #fh continues to rep eldest sisters and complicated sibling dynamics <3333 #fhjy #aelwyn abernant #kristen applebees

[roll-for-gaslight]

for whosoever believeth in him (shall not perish but have everlasting life)

An exploration of the two oldest Applebees siblings' relationship with religion. tw// religious trauma, child abuse, let me know if I should add anything else.

AO3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55677883/chapters/141332254

Part One: The Prophet

Part Two: The Proselyte

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight."

-Proverbs 3:5-6

When Kristen was having a hard day, this is the verse that came to mind most often. It was the one she fell back on when it got hard to stay awake at church, or Bucky did something to annoy her and her first instinct was to annoy him back. She was Helio’s Chosen, she knew better than to act like that. It’s not Bucky’s fault he hadn’t learned yet, he wasn’t Chosen like her, he would come to it in his own time. Instead, she would correct him gently and mend anything he broke with a Mending cantrip, one of the earliest signs of her Blessing. It’s the one she’s repeating under her breath now, as she dies in a highschool cafeteria, surrounded by the corn that should have, by all accounts, been blessed with Helio’s light and protected or healed her rather than harmed her. It’s her first set of dying words, though no one else would ever know it. 

She sneaks her principal into heaven only to be sent back to the mortal plane herself. Worse than that, Helio refuses to answer the one question that’s been sitting on her mind for years: why do you let bad things happen to good people? Not only does he not have an answer, he throws her out of the afterlife when s he asks. There is a seed of doubt firmly planted in her heart by that interaction, though she supposes this isn’t the first time she felt a flutter of something like it. 

"I can do all this through Him who gives me strength."

-Philippians 4:13

She supposes this could have gone better. She’s never been left home alone to babysit before, but her parents say that since he just turned nine she’s finally old enough. She’s making macaroni and cheese, with all three boys running around the dining room table. Bucky and Bricker are chasing Cork around the table because he has something she can’t quite make out in his hands, all screaming over each other. She’s just glad that when she told them it wasn’t safe to play in the kitchen they actually listened to her. She felt herself glow with pride at the thought, knowing her mom and dad would be proud of her for taking care of everyone tonight if all went well. 

Then, a lot of things happen at once. There’s a crash, a scream, a thudding sound, and then all her brothers are crying. Bricker runs into the kitchen and barely stops short of crashing into her. 

“KRISTENKristencomequickit’sCorkhe’shurt and—” he half-shouts, but she stops listening. 

“Stay here, turn off the stove, and bring me the emergency phone!” she says immediately, shouting her instructions as she runs into the other room. When she arrives she sees Bucky first, blood all over his hands and face. It takes her a moment to remember what Bricker said and realize it isn’t his own blood, but Cork’s. She casts her eyes downward to see her youngest brother lying there, limp and colorless as blood pooled around him. There’s an action figure, one of Bucky’s, scattered into several pieces about a foot away from his hand. She approaches quickly, realizing that the blood is coming from his head, and grabs one of the napkins off of the table as she pushes Bucky out of the way.

“What happened?” she demands. Bucky looks up at her through his tears, and she realizes abruptly that she doesn’t know how to fix this. 

“We were just trying to get my Adventure Man toy back! I tried to grab him and he lost his balance and his head hit the table and then he just started bleeding so fast I didn’t know what to do,” he says, and she does her best to offer him a comforting smile. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” she assures him, silently begging Helio for forgiveness for bearing false witness, knowing the moment the lie passes her lips that she’ll have to repent in church for it on Sunday. He seems to relax at her words. “Go and get the black bottle with the white cap from under the bathroom sink.” she says, and he runs off. She’s left alone, for just a moment, with a slowly-dying Cork, and is faced with the helpless thought that she can’t heal him. She should have been watching him. 

She begins to whisper prayers, each and every one she knows, under her breath. 

Bucky and Bricker enter the room at the same time, both holding the things she instructed them to grab. She takes the hydrogen peroxide and tells Bucky to take the phone and call their parents, tell them they need to come home, but she’s not sure how to proceed after that. She feels tears prickle in her eyes as Cork’s breathing becomes shallower and shallower, and does her best to clean the wound and wrap it up despite the fact that the blood-soaked towel isn’t doing much anymore. 

Just when the tears begin to fall, the moment that all hope seems lost, it happens. Her hands glow with a brilliant, burning golden light and the air fills with the scent of popcorn. Cork’s eyes fly open as the color returns to his face, and suddenly she can breathe again. She pulls her littlest brother into a tight hug, and Bucky and Bricker join them. She can faintly hear the sound of her parents as they come through the door, moments too late to be helpful but she’s grateful they’re there nonetheless. The whole world feels far away except for her brothers, right here with her. 

“What happened here?” her mom asks, “Kristen, did you just heal your brother? Was he hurt, did you heal him?” 

Kristen looks up from the hug and is only able to nod before her dad starts to separate the four of them. Bucky and Bricker move back when they’re told to, sent off to get cleaned up, but it takes her a few extra seconds before she can let herself let go. Her mom wraps her arms around her to guide her into the living room, and through the shock Kristen can faintly hear her calling Pastor Amelia to share the good news. 

“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is Sol’s will for you in Lord Helio.”

-1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Kristen’s eyes are starting to get heavy. She’s been staring upward for almost a full twenty-four hours at that point, feeling the searing heat of Sol’s light burn her face as she murmurs her prayers along with the pastor onstage. Pastor Amelia’s shift ended some time ago, so it was a man’s low southern drawl leading them now, but she can’t be sure how long it’s been. She’s ten, so it’s not her first Harvest Festival, so Helio is making her last longer than he used to before he intervenes to help her through her prayers. Her skin feels raw and blistering, and her eyes strain against the unrelenting light. She’s doing her best to make him proud.  

She knows the girl beside her, who seemed so devoted when they met at the beginning, was carried out after only three hours or so. The boy in front of her passed out from the heat not long after. She had noticed that he drank all of his daily water in the first hour, but could do nothing to warn him. Bucky is on her other side, here for his first year in the Prayer and doing well. Next year they’ll be in different age groups, but she’s glad to have him here now. She’s pretty sure he’ll have to kneel soon because of how he’s shaking and sweating. Kneeling is allowed as long as they know you’re still awake. There’s a part of her that wants to kneel first so he’s not nervous, but she also knows it’s important that she remains standing as long as possible to fully connect with Helio. 

She knows that probably within the hour, they’ll get an optional ten-minute break to refill their water. If Bucky can last until then, she’s pretty sure he’ll be able to make it through the next day. 

He kneels, his head falling onto the ground immediately. She knows it’s technically against the rules, but she kicks him in the arm and casts one of her smallest healing spells for him. She can barely see in her peripheral vision as he glows momentarily and looks up at her. He’s still faintly murmuring prayers, so he’s not actually out yet. Kristen feels the toll the spell takes and her knees buckle, so she slowly kneels to avoid taking out those around her if she falls. She distantly notices several other kids around her kneel quickly after, as if they were all awaiting her cue as Chosen. She thinks she should maybe feel guilty for that, but she can’t quite bring care about them right now, only Bucky. He’s still sweating, but as she kneels he seems to remember his placement and raises his face to the sun yet again. 

She waits anxiously for someone to say something or for Helio’s reprimand to come for breaking the rules. He sees all, so she knows it’s hopeless to think he won’t notice. 

Despite that, nothing comes. When the ten-minute break arrives, Bucky turns as if to speak with her and she just hands him her water jug. “Can you fill this for me, Buck? I’m going to pray through the break. As much ice as you can crush in there, please.” she requests, and he nods. 

“Yeah, Kristy, I can do that. I’ll let mom and dad know,” he responds, and she suddenly and desperately wishes for last year, when she was the only one of her siblings doing the full prayer and Bucky’s only job was to make sure she had water on breaks, free to spend most of the rest of the festival playing and enjoying the summer. 

The pastor is taking a break, so anyone staying is welcome to do their own prayers. If there’s anyone else in the field, they must be really far away from her. She feels the breeze for the first time in a while, but the sun also beats down harder than before. She sends Helio her apologies, doing her best to appease him, but never feels the sweet rejuvenation of his miracles. Not until the very last second of what should have been her break, right as people return to the field. She feels all eyes on her as she realizes she must have been the only one that stayed judging by the size of the crowd. Right as she registers that information, she feels a warmth in her chest. It expands outward and the day becomes ten times brighter. She’s glowing and feels herself becoming weightless. She knows it’s Helio’s blessing at last, knew all along that forgoing her break was the perfect way to repent. It lasts a full minute before she slowly descends, and when she does she feels it.

She feels like she’s fresh off of a full night’s sleep, completely refreshed. Her braid has redone itself, she feels clean, and her skin is no longer blistering. People suddenly crowd around her on all sides, each kneeling beside her and taking a moment to look up to the sky before returning to their new formation, remaking the neat lines that had been lost before as others failed. Bucky is the last to approach and takes his place beside her, reaching out to grab her hand for one fleeting moment before pulling away again. He puts her water jug and his own between them. For a while, everything is perfect. 

Seven hours later, the night brings a unique challenge, and the one that finally removes Bucky from the Prayer. It’s much cooler, a reprieve from the intense heat of the sun, but it’s also dark. At this point in the festival, that makes it too easy to fall asleep. He has the sense to kneel before he does it, but not to totally avoid colliding with Kristen. He falls across her feet, and suddenly she feels tears in her eyes. Maybe she should give up too, help him out of the crowd. She knows it would be frowned upon, and can picture the look of disappointment on her mom and dad’s faces when they see her step away. She can’t bring herself to move. Someone comes to collect Bucky, but she doesn’t see who. 

She lasts until noon the next day. It’s been a full forty-eight hours, and she’s the last one standing for their entire age group. The field is empty around her. The clock strikes loudly for twelve o’clock, the time of day where Helio’s magic is the strongest, and suddenly her legs buckle and go out from beneath her. She hits the ground hard, feels the dirt and rocks scrape against her knee. The moment her head hits the ground, she loses consciousness. 

Kristen wakes up alone on a cot. There’s a window open, letting fresh air and a little early morning light into the room. She checks her crystal to see it’s six in the morning, eyes aching at the light from the screen until she turns the brightness setting all the way down. She hovers over her mom’s contact for a few moments, considering texting to see where to find them, but can’t bring herself to actually do so. She closes her eyes instead to do a silent prayer for her daily spells, and it feels like a weight off her chest when she feels the holy magic fill her with warmth. Helio is proud of her. She did good. 

“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord Helio is giving you.”

-Exodus 20:12

“Kristen, I don’t know how many times we’re going to have to go over this. If they don’t worship Helio, they’re sinners. It doesn’t matter what they do or say because anything done outside of Sol’s light is sin.” her dad is saying, frustration coloring his tone. 

Her mom nods in agreement. “If they aren’t faithful, they aren’t your friend. If you can’t depend on them to make the right choice on the most important decision, how can you trust them with anything else?”

Kristen finds herself at a loss for words. It had been Bricker who started all of this, playing with that little Goblin girl on the playground before Mac and Donna had gotten the chance to pull him away. It had been an innocent question. “But she was so nice, what could be wrong with her?” he had said. He’d also immediately accepted his parents’ simple answer: she was a non-believer. Kristen had been fighting this battle for half an hour at this point, determined to show her parents the truth of Helio’s light. This is part of being Chosen, she thinks. It’s her job to right these wrongs, even if it means standing up to her parents. 

“Mom, Dad, Sol’s light touches all creatures the same. If they act with good intentions and follow the rules of scripture, they have potential to find faith. Isn’t it our job to lead them there, and let them take their own path there? It doesn’t make them bad people, just lost ones.” she says, not for the first time. 

“That’s enough, Kristen,” Mac says finally, using his this-conversation-is-over voice. She winces slightly, knowing that she’s in trouble. “You need to drop this, or we’ll have to go have a talk with Pastor Amelia about you questioning Helio’s word. Is that what you want?”

Panic fills her at the thought of Pastor Amelia’s disappointed face and tone. There’s no way she would still be Helio’s Chosen if she really questioned Him and she knows it. Pastor Amelia having to step in would definitely call it to His attention. She shakes her head quickly. 

“No! No, of course not. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to question Him. I just didn’t understand, I guess,” she assures them quietly, and they seem satisfied. When she glances at her brothers, Bricker looks disappointed. She looks away.

“There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.”

-Proverbs 6:16–19

Kristen has never been more excited than her first day of highschool. She’s excited to make friends, and to fulfill Helio’s word by showing them the light. It’s the whole reason that she wanted to go to Aguefort, and it’s why she asks Daybreak to send her to detention with the bad kids. Who better to help the most lost souls in the school than the Chosen of Helio? Who better to bring them under his holy gaze?

She feels a little bad for lying, but knows that she can repent for it tonight and Helio will understand. She feels worse about asking Daybreak to lie for her, and knows she needs to apologize to him too. She’s Chosen, she should know how to act better than that.

It doesn’t matter. They don’t seem happy about her proselytizing, but they seem to like her anyway. She’s looking forward to her new group, to finally getting the chance to be the yeast that makes the whole loaf rise. 

She dies instead. 

“Do not practice homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman. It is a detestable sin."

-Leviticus 18:22

Tracker is maybe the coolest person Kristen has ever met. She’s openly queer, a werewolf, and she worships Galicaea. She grew up in the church and chose to leave it, which is scary, but it’s also really… Exciting? Thrilling? Enticing? Attractive? Kristen isn’t sure she has exactly the right word for it yet, but she knows it feels almost good. 

She’s not so sure about Helio anymore. How could He not have the answers she was looking for? Not even for her, His Chosen? What did it even mean to be Chosen by Him? Did it mean anything, if she didn’t choose Him too? She’s not so sure anymore. 

She hates that she hasn’t seen her brothers all week. It’s not like it is with her parents with them, they haven’t done anything wrong. She hates that her long school days have led to her avoiding her whole family. She’s had more sleepovers since school started than she has in the whole rest of her life. 

She’s pretty sure she has a crush on Tracker. What would that mean for her? Would that make her gay? Or maybe bi? She hopes, for a moment, for that to be the truth but now that she’s thinking about it the thought of spending the rest of her life with a husband in a traditional marriage sounds… suffocating. Spending the rest of her life with someone fun and interesting like Tracker sounds so much better. 

Maybe Helio isn’t everything. Maybe her parents are right about him, and if they are then she’s not interested. Maybe Helio holds hatred in his heart. 

Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe she’ll find something new. 

Maybe she’ll take a leap of faith. 

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”

-Hebrews 11:1

She can still cast magic. She’s not sure who or how, but her leap of faith didn’t strip her of her divine magic. She can still heal her friends, and her Spirit Guardians aren’t corn-themed. The magic flowing through her is strange and new, no longer searing heat but instead a slight chill that shoots its way through her from her very core. 

Every night’s a sleepover as long as she’s not living at home. Her parents haven’t even tried to get her home yet, not even a text since the other night. She’s just glad Fig and Gilear have been so nice to let Kristen move in with them. There’s no way she would have been able to leave that house if they hadn’t offered; she couldn’t imagine actually asking her friends to take care of her like this. Fig was just nice enough to offer first, so she didn’t feel as bad just accepting. 

Tracker is going to be her girlfriend, she’s pretty sure. She still has to actually ask, but she’s pretty sure the feelings she’s having are reciprocal. She talks to Ragh, quietly and briefly, about being gay. He doesn’t make fun of her, which she suspected he wouldn’t. He just nods respectfully along as she speaks and gives her a little head pat before they depart, the most affection she’s seen him show anyone but Dayne. 

Kristen’s decided that she’s happy with who she is. If someone has a problem with it, she doesn’t need to care. That’s how Tracker talks about it all: her queerness, her religion, her lycanthropy. There’s no reason Kristen should have to change who she is for some bullshit rules that don’t actually mean anything. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.

 “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.”

-Ephesians 2:8-9

Kristen is dying again. In the gym, at prom, she is being killed by the vice principal, but it doesn’t even matter. As Helio’s Chosen she is directed straight towards the main office of Heaven when she arrives, only to find Arthur Aguefort waiting for him. Not only does he agree to come back and help her return, but he also gives her his watch to use. 

Oh, and she creates a new god. 

No big deal. 

Okay, big deal. She hates her new god, but it’ll be okay. Maybe YES! just has to grow on her. 

“For Sol so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life”

-John 3:16

The chapel makes Tracker freak out, but Kristen can’t get the image of the goddess out of her head. She was beautiful, and there was something strikingly familiar about her. She tries several times to draw her, but to no avail. She doesn’t voice her desires to her friends or even to Tracker on any kind of deeper level, but feels herself drawn to the idea of a forgotten goddess who specializes in doubt. Doubt has already gotten her this far, right? 

As they venture into Sylvaire and split up to gather the ingredients, only to lose all their allies except Gilear. Oh, yeah, and Kristen almost dies again, but at least this time she saves Riz. At least this time she has the chance to do some good. She thinks that it’s worth it as long as her friends are safe. 

When they make it to the chapel in the forest, their second time coming in, she’s grateful to have Fabian watching her back. The whole place seems creepy, but also strangely alluring. She wants to understand who this goddess was before she was abandoned. Why would her followers do this to her? She steps closer. 

‘Why do you searching for me?’ a low, crackling voice speaks directly into her mind. 

“I heard that you were the goddess of doubt, and that really resonates with me right now,” Kristen begins to say, but those aren’t the right words. She pauses for a moment to think. “I have a lot of praise for you.” she says finally. 

There’s a sharp pain in her chest, accompanied by a horrible wet sound. She chokes, suddenly unable to catch her breath, and grasps for whatever hurt her only to make contact with something that feels like solid bone. She looks down and— Is that a spike? 

Fabian says something and then he’s gone and it’s dark. She holds onto consciousness for as long as she can, tilting her head up to the sky and wishing, just for a moment, for the strength of a god supporting her the way Helio used to. It doesn’t come. Neither do her friends.

‘I have a lot of praise for you.’

What was she thinking?

Kristen Applebees, dying yet again with a prayer on her lips.

“‘Who’ is easy. It is us, everything, and you. ‘Why’ is harder.’Why’ is something that only you can decide. The universe doesn't have a ‘why’.”

For a while, she’s floating in nothing. She doesn’t have a sense of time or space, it’s neither light nor dark, there is no sensation. Everything is just empty for a while, and then it’s not anymore. Her eyes are already open when she comes to, face turned upward towards the ceiling. 

She looks down to find a gaping hole in her chest, her tie-dye shirt soaked through with blood. She puts her hand through it to make sure it’s not an illusion, but realizes belatedly that that doesn’t mean anything in the Nightmare forest. Looking at her hand, she realizes that her pinky finger is missing too. 

She slowly, carefully, wanders out of the room and into the forest. Her friends are far away, and she’s scared, and she’s pretty sure she’s still dead. That suspicion is confirmed when she’s brought face-to-face with the person she wants to see the least right now: Helio. He’s accompanied by Sol and a woman Kristen doesn’t immediately recognize. 

The woman introduces herself as Galicaea, Tracker’s goddess, and Kristen can’t help but feel comforted by the thought of her girlfriend for a few moments before it all goes wrong. Are these her only options? Sol’s bullshit or Galicaea’s? 

No. 

She’ll make her own options. She punches Helio in the face. 

Her philosophers aid her as they always have, helping her find the path away and giving her magic while she can’t rely on a deity. She knows what she needs to do. 

She’s going to bring back the mystery goddess, no matter what it takes. 

“The first rule of existence is as above, so below. People are fractal images of the universe. You are, as we are.”

If the first rule is as above, so below, that’s where she’ll start.

She ends up deep in the forest, and she can hear Tracker hunting her somewhere in the distance. She takes mud from the forest floor and blood from her own chest, using it to paint the goddess’s face on the bark of a wide tree. She’s no artist, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

She all but lays down, her knees folded underneath her and body pressed low, but her eyes cast up to the image. Slowly, it shifts until it shows the image of a beautiful goddess, the very one Kristen has been reaching out for. 

She appears in an inky void, mountains in the distance and a deity made of starlight in front of her. They speak of finding comfort in the dark unknown and wielding doubt as a tool rather than holding it in her heart; Kristen feels something slot together like a piece has been missing from the core of her very existence and it’s finally here. 

She’s pulled out of the conversation by danger looming outside of her new twilight protective circle, but Tracker is the danger. He escapes into the woods, free yet again, and finally finds her friends. She feels drawn in until she can pull the pinky finger bone out of Adaine’s pocket. She casts raise dead, there’s a sudden bright flash of light, and then it’s done. 

She feels her body return to her, hears her friends’ exclamations of surprise at her sudden appearance. She can see, in the low dusk light, the purple tie-dye of her new shirt made to represent her new goddess. Cassandra. She takes her first breath.

St. Kristen Applebees is born again. 

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[dorkousloris]

i think wastelands with you au is probably one of the few AUs where petra and stella argues and banter and brickering, but petra never complaints and did saved stella's hide from these who are hunting stella. and stella never complaints and did helped petra to barter and trade to keep surviving together if they have to.

then theres this little guy, a person with messy braid hangs over their shoulder, their pipboy that is painted badly in cyan green, and a smile that makes these two goes. 'hm.' and slowly they would work together to protect jessie, from weither its stella's enemies or the wastelands that petra had faced, who knows.

#wastelands with you | loris mcsm aus #dorkous ramblings #also jessies pipboy is FNV one bc it look like it can be wear both arms??? and i want it on their right arm.

[suzimiya]

The Brickerer Protects - Ein Rant über einen ...'Text to Image #deepai! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOYY4i0bAro

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[beetlethebug]

in conjunction with my childhood friends adaine and fabian i also want to propose childhood besties kristen and riz. sklonda is panicking, looking for somewhere to keep riz for the day because she works and penny can’t watch him and so she stumbles upon a summer camp. and she’s exhausted and doesn’t read it twice and sends riz to a helioic summer camp. and then this small 10-and-change goblin shows up, backpack and button up and khaki shorts. and he has dozens of eyes on him and there are men in masks and he’s very, very scared.

and then recently chosen kristen applebees walks up and extends a hand. because yeah, he might look scary, but helio loves everyone and this is a person! and his eyes are large and gold like the sun or big ears of corn and so he obviously has to be blessed by helio. and suddenly riz and kristen are best friends. inseparable. riz eats her brussel sprouts and keeps her from tripping over her feet and kristen is his second best friend. riz shows her the world and helps her realize that her religion isn’t what she thought it was. riz who holds her hands when she starts to have sinful thoughts. riz, who kristen kissed at 11, just to see what it was like. riz, who kristen kissed at 18, because she needed to see if there was something wrong with her (and there wasn’t--kristen was just very much a lesbian in denial). 

kristen, who would sit up on the phone to talk riz out of his spirals. who drove him around because the gukgaks could’t afford another car and her mini van was way too big for one. riz, who fit into bricker and cork’s old t-ball shirts. riz, who bandages kristen’s fingers when she bites her nails too close to the quick. riz, who lets kristen tie his ties even though he knows she’s going to do it poorly because kristen looks like she was offered the sun when he lets her do it. riz helping kristen with the children at sunday school and guiding a new generation of helioic followers who have had at least one positive interaction with a goblin. coffee ice cream and milkshakes and evening drives. riz getting breakfast at church after not sleeping for days and barely eating. kristen conning the sweet old ladies into giving her extras so riz can take some home to his mom. 

riz holding her hand in the pew, sitting next to the applebees family and squeezing her hand whenever the pastor says something that makes him flinch. kristen aruging that if ragh was allowed to come, to be around dayne and coach daybreak, then riz was allowed to be her friend. kristen fighting and arguing until she’s hoarse. drying tears and messy braids and pinkie promises.

 riz and kristen who were the only couple of different races at their prom. kristen and riz who are fiercely protective over one another because they are the only two who love each other unconditionally. kristen, who is running and running and running; riz, who is digging deeper and deeper and deeper until his hands are bleeding because he will put in the work to make sure that kristen is safe. kristen is happy. because she saved his life at 10 years old and he will make sure that returns the favor.

#hello i also have very many feelings about kristen and riz #and i also have thoughts about fig and gorgug #but it's kristen and riz hours babyyyyy #dimension 20 #dimension20 #fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #riz gukgak #kristen applebees

[glowstar826]

greetings! :D

may I suggest William Mason and Cora Crawley? (Sorry that there’s no HP characters but I’m really interested to hear your thoughts on both of them so…)

Oooh yesss!

WILLIAM MASON:

He was precious, could play the piano (like me!!), and should’ve been protected at all costs. God rest his soul.

Of course, I ship him with Daisy Robinson! The way he asked her to be his girl was so sweet! Man, if William could’ve somehow recovered, I think Daisy would’ve grown to love him somehow. And they would’ve had the SWEETEST kids!

As for non-romantic OTPs, I think he had a good friend in Mrs. Hughes. She looked after him and assured him that it was all right to feel homesick.

I don’t have any unpopular opinions.

I wish he didn’t die in canon.

CORA CRAWLEY:

What can I say? She’s a queen, too. The fact she’s American like me already makes me more similar to her than to anyone else.

I only ship her with Robert Crawley. They were the Arthur and Molly Weasley of Downton Abbey. They were fiercely protective of their girls and would’ve done anything in their power to make them happy.

I love Cora’s friendship with Baxter. Baxter was a MUCH better lady’s maid than O’Brien in terms of character, and I hope Cora came around to realizing this, too.

I think that Cora should’ve asked Mary to tell her the whole story about Pamuk (it may not be unpopular, but it is what it is).

I wish that she hadn’t been so harsh with Mary and that she didn’t hang out with Bricker so much.

Answering these are so much fun!

#character asks #downton abbey #william mason #daisy robinson #elsie hughes #cora crawley #robert crawley #phyllis baxter

[tcm]

A Detour From Lady Lawyers to Bernice Pilot By Theresa Brown

Margaret Lindsay is one of those actresses who always seems smarter than the material she’s given. Well this is no exception in the entertaining drama, THE LAW IN HER HANDS (‘36). In this fast-moving plot, Mary Wentworth (Lindsay) and her gal pal Dot (Glenda Farrell) are “lady lawyers” who go through what every new lawyer does to build up a practice, find office space and scramble for clients...but it all takes money. Of the two women, Lindsay is the senior partner (you know how Hollywood casting goes, while Farrell is the smart aleck-y one), and she comes to the attention of two men on opposite sides of the law: the D.A. and the Mobster.

1930’s stalwart, Lyle Talbot, plays the mobster, Frank ‘Legs’. He’s not a gangster like Cagney, Bogie or Eddie G. No rough stuff. He’s on the smooth side of crime, runs protection rackets. He sees her in court help the D.A. win a case against one of his boys and decides he needs her on his side:

“I’m going to throw her some of my business if she can handle it. She’s a smart dame with plenty of moxie. We could use her.”

And he’ll pay big. Moxie ain’t cheap.

Handsome Warren Hull (what color are his eyes?) plays the assistant district attorney Robert Mitchell. He’s been going after Frank’s operations for a while. He’s also got his eye on new attorney Mary. Twenty-five minutes into the film, he’s ready to marry her. But what about her lawyering? She’s barely cracked the spine on her law books. But his marriage proposal makes a compelling argument:

He: “Mary, the law is no profession for a woman.”

She: “My, but you’re encouraging. Don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘woman’s place is in the home’ men.”

He: “No, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. But Mary, the legal profession is full of tricks and technicalities. It’s not for women.”

She: “Women have been known to learn tricks.”

He: “Sure. I don’t want my wife to learn too many of them.”

Uhmmmm...we ARE still talking about Law, right?

ADAM’S RIB (‘49) probably owes some its ‘couple in love being on opposite ends of the courtroom trying to best each other’ theme to this film. The plot cogently zips by in a fast 58-minutes, written by George Bricker and Luci Ward, and William Clemens helmed the film in only his second directorial effort. No, he’s not a Wyler, Wilder or Wellman. But, he was a steadily working director, directing three Nancy Drew films and four Falcon movies in his 35-film credits career.

When watching THE LAW IN HER HANDS, I wondered why did the maid in this movie look familiar to me? I know it’s a minor role...for just a fleeting moment, but I always keep my beady eyes on the lookout for African-American actors in the background of classic films. I know who she is! It comes to me now!! During TCM’s June Star of the Month programming, she played Ann Sheridan’s comforting maid in CITY FOR CONQUEST (’40), just before Sheridan begins to spiral downward. Heading over to IMDB, I find her name: Bernice Pilot, and for the life of me I’ve seen her someplace else before.

I did some deep-sea diving into IMDB and saw Pilot made her big screen splash in 1929’s HEARTS IN DIXIE with a leading role in this early talkie/musical. She plays opposite the great Clarence Muse and popular Stephin’ Fetchit in the film that came out three months before its better-known rival HALLELUJAH. HEARTS IN DIXIE was a hit and might’ve seemed the start of a promising career for the young Oklahoman. But she only made 34 films and in all of them she plays the Maid. Pilot had a steady gig in movies but it’s kind of spotty, as she sometimes made 1-4 movies a year. How did this lady survive? She did work back-to-back with Margaret Lindsay in THE LAW IN HER HANDS and PUBLIC ENEMY’S WIFE (‘36). She scored a role in the Penrod movie series and 1938 was a banner year for Pilot, who made 10 films. Although not stunning or pert like Theresa Harris, there’s a mature gravitas to Pilot’s face with an air of don’t-mess-with-me.

As I scrolled through her filmography, it hit me like a ton of bricks where I’d seen her before. She plays the Mom who befriends her son’s playmate, young Bonita Granville, in THE BELOVED BRAT (‘38). She’s got a sizeable part in that film. Her last film is SEA OF GRASS (‘47). I wish she’d done more, but she died in 1947. I can’t find much more on her.

I hope you didn’t mind the detour. Classic films have tentacles that draw you down interesting rabbit holes. The business at hand is THE LAW IN HER HANDS. Do the team of Lindsay and Farrell sell out their ideals for the big pay off? Is a career barely started, to be abandoned for love ‘n marriage? If you know classic films, you’ve seen it before...you know how it ends...but that doesn’t mean you can’t take the ride with this film. It’s a good one.

Hey, it’s better than doing jury duty.

#Law in her Hands #1930s #old hollywood #classic movies #rabbit hole #black actors #Glenda Farrell #Bernice Pilot #Theresa Harris #TCM #Turner Classic Movies #Theresa Brown

[captainafab]

Rewatching Yankee Doodle Doctor is hilarious (until Hawk makes it sad at least), because Bricker is all winky at Hawkeye and basically just casts him cos he's pretty, and Trapper is a jocky protective boyfriend

yankee doodle doctor is a TRIP

also I feel like in the later seasons they never would have let radar pose in his underwear bc it’s too ¡grown up!

#mash #ask #cauldronofmorning

[r00dlion]

@fangsjustice​ from here (x)

Unfazed by the whirlwind of Linus’ emotions - a small gust compared to his own, and much smaller than the earfuls he’d taken from his uncle. It reminded him of his laguz adolescent years - that was an interesting time. “If you’re wondering about who ratted you out, Nino came to me and Mordecai while we were at the dining hall - said she hadn’t seen you in a while and started feeling worried about you, but wasn’t sure how to approach. After Kiran told us what was going on, it reached bro-talk tier. And for the record, I do have places to be - but if my little bro has a problem, I’m dealing with it with him, and that’s that.” 

Speaking of Mordecai... “Initially Mord was gonna be here too, but Kiran deployed him to the training tower for some extra orbs for that contraption he's calling the “Bread-A-Bricker” now, whatever that name’s supposed to mean.” the lion said, hunching over a bit with his arms onto the top of his knees. Looking straight at his mopeful beorc brother, he glowered. “And don’t you dare try hiding things from me. I can see right. Through. You.” If partially because he acted almost exactly like this at his equivalent age to Linus.

“You’re sick at yourself for getting fat, thinking that somehow makes you weak - DON’T. HIDE IT.” he chastised Linus’ playing with his shirt, almost going to his outdoor voice and scaring the birds a bit. 

“That gut you got is because you have access to more food than you used to, and your body doesn’t know what to do with it. Yet. From a Gallian perspective, That’s a good thing. You have energy to burn, weight to keep you grounded, and a natural padding for your organs. You lose those, and you’re dead.”

He paused, taking his coat and shirt off. “This look is what you’re after, right? Arms, neck, a whole castle wall of muscle?” He flexed for emphasis. “I have this bod because I have to - I have my throne and people to protect, and I need to look the part. If I didn’t? Ha - you’d see me lugging around something thrice your size by now.” He leaned back and gestured his arm out in an arc for a visual. “So if you wanna lose the gut, let’s put that energy to use, and get you looking more like me. Think of it as a little brotherly bonding time. What do you say?” he said, giving his giant mitt to help his little beorc brother up.

#fangsjustice #I Hope Uncle Is Proud Of Me // Heroes RP #longpost oops #he's actually a good speaker when he isn't being a tryhard #hothead big bro gives hothead little bro a much-needed pep talk #Breidablik is now the Bread Bricker because money is useless when you see people spend $100+ and STILL not get the hero they want #IntSys is a JERK

[nocturncls]

hello ! ♡ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ   i’m tia, member of the famous 97liner grandma group chat ( and that one person who can’t shut up in her intros but when it comes to actually talking to people suddenly has the vocabulary of  pikachu season 1-13. anyway ). this is my shady sunflower adora, and she’s a new muse of mine. tbh i haven’t figured her out, so i’ll also continue being a mess™ here -- but i’m so excited to be here and i hope to write with all of you. (๑￫ܫ￩)  if you catch me saying something dumb, i haven’t watched pokemon for ages and *grandma vc* i only know the games for the game boy and nintendo ds, so i blame everything on that. 

WOW  i told you, i love talking too much in my intros (Ｔ▽Ｔ)  , so let me quickly finish this by guiding you to my wanted connections below, hehe . also if you want to plot just hmu or give this a like  and i’ll run to you parkour style ! ♡ (ﾉ∀`♥)

♡  growing up adora’s parents had doted on her, spoiled her and given her everything they couldn’t have when they were young.

♡  it wasn’t adora who demanded all the things she was given, but her parents (whose jobs i haven’t decided yet, but lets pretend it’s something they can live a comfortable life with)  who both didn’t grow up with much and wanted their child to only know the good things the world offered.

♡ while, adora (who still went by the name nayeon back then) didn’t become that spoiled brat everyone else expected her to be, she grew up quite naive. she expected the same kindness her parents would give to her. the thought that anyone could corrupt her and use that blind loyalty against her never even crossed her mind. (she was that “you really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and tell lies?” arthur meme)

♡ it would be a lie to say her parents weren’t concerned about how gullible their daughter was. that’s why they gifted her her first pokemon (back then umbreon was still a eevee) , in hopes he would protect her if adora found herself in a tricky situation. 

♡ what they didn’t expect was that that present would also spark her curiosity and suddenly caused her to talk about wanting to discover other places outside johto with her pokemon.

♡ albeit, hesitant about letting her go in the end they agreed to it, but they also secretly hoped that she might return sooner when she realizes that her journey might become a lonely one.

♡ (un)fortunately (because spoiler alert  *love alarm vc* someone within a 10 meter radius is friggin shady*) she met another pokemon trainer on her journey and throughout their journey they became close, if not best friends.

♡ everything seemed fine about them, but what adora didn’t notice was that they would bring her on the wrong track and try to force their  beliefs on her (spoiler alert 2: that person was a member of team steel )

♡ adora assuming that her “best friend” only wanted her best for her allowed them to convince her and somehow she found herself in that organization and becoming something like a member.

♡ after not too long even adora noticed how twisted the thing they were doing were and it didn’t take her too long to express her concerns to her friend.

♡ expecting that her friend would understand her and even hoping that they would leave the organization with her, she was met with utter shock when her friend refused to go with her and even threatened her.

♡ too scared of what might happen to her and her pokemon, she secretly left with her pokemon the same night.

♡  random hc but that the same night her eevee also evolved to umbreon (bcs i thought it would  be funny when adora would be like “huh u look different, is that even u ? but lemme take you with me*)

♡ due to her being an ex member (although it was quite short) she decided to change her name from nayeon to adora, to make sure no one could track her. 

because this is getting long, i will quickly add some wanted connections here (*ﾉ∀`*)

♡  someone who knows about her being an ex member of team steel: although adora actually never did any shady stuff, maybe they might have seen her with them. we can make it dramatic and perhaps something happened to y/m and they think adora had to do something with it. or they might threaten her to tell others about it. or we can make it funny where adora thinks they want to spill the secret and constantly avoids them, although y/m has no intention to do it. and is just confused why adora tries to avoid them. 

♡ if it works and your muse also used to be an ex member of steel, her former best friend (or at least she believed they were her best friend). maybe they regret their actions and want to apologize to her or anything is fine sdnssddsd

♡  someone from her past who knows her: it’s similar to the one above, just that y/m knows her and is utterly confused why she changed her name and is acting so different from back then.

♡  ( real ) best friends: BECAUSE who doesn’t love a good friendship *clenches fist*. after finding out her so called best friend betrayed her, adora doesn’t trust people as easily as she used to but with y/m she learns that there are plenty of people that won’t use her. a soft and warm friendship plot please where both help each other out to pursuit their dreams or share their struggles ?? bcs gimme all the heart warming moments  (๑￫ܫ￩)

♡ childhood friends : they lost touch but by pure accident they meet again. they can rekindle or maybe they don’t even like each other anymore because y/m or adora has changed too much. perhaps they also might become rivals (it can be in that shounen sport anime way where they will later have that dramatic hand shake and be like “next time you’ll lose” and secretly admire the other. or they just don’t like each other-)

♡ brickering friends: because who doesn’t love a good tom and jerry friendship. also because i just had this hc where they’re all childish and like “your pokemon is ugly :/”.

♡ exes (bad terms, good terms etc): because who doesn’t love a good exes connection and a little heart break. maybe they broke up because adora ghosted on them (it might be the time where she joined team steel or after she left and tried to leave everything and everyone from her old life behind). y/m might be confused what they did to her and still ponder on it. bonus point: if they meet again on accident after a long time .

♡  unrequited love: ( PUTTING THIS HERE BCS I LOVE a good ol’ painful unrequited love plot ) it can go both ways, either adora has a crush on y/m or the other way. *clenches fist* because (if she isn’t the one with the unrequited love) adora is a big softie which also makes her an arse because she’ll try not to hurt the other and lead them on or never really rejecting them. 

JUST GIVE ME EVERYTHING SCREAMS! i’m down for anything i just couldn’t come up with more- 

#crystelia.intro #*cries and hides forever bcs idk how to write intros #that make me look like a cool person.... #cool ppl don't proof read ( i say as a loser as i'm just too lazy to proofread bcs i know i'll find too many mistakes) #or at least a cool grandma #( 〃．．) #my dumb child accidentally finding herself in some shady business is pure dumb energy #i didn't add the personality thing because i made this too long but you can find it on her about page sjdjsd #i read my own url as nocturNECELS #bcs of that friggin clsin the end djsdnd #pls don't laugh at me rip #(jk jk u can)

[themoonofblueside]

SEASON 3 STRANGER THINGS SPOILERS

Please don't read if you havenvt watched

Okay so this season kinda felt weird and at first i didn't understand but now i do? So in the first two seasons the story was the main focus and characters, although very important, not the main focus. The danger felt more real. But season three was waaay more character focus. Yes there was a plot and the characters were working towards that but since it was more character focused but thet still wanted to continue with the plot it felt kinda rushed

-I felt like they undid all of Hopper's season 2 character but i can see why that is? At season two, El was in more danger but with keeping her in the house she was safe and with Joyce yes he probably liked Joyce in s2 but he had Bob and he wasn't even thinking about breaking them. But in s3 Hopper was in total unfamiliar territory. Her daughter was free and she was in her teenage years and she had a boyfriend all in six months and Hopper, who had a daughter that died, who knows that El will always be in danger, who is a cop so knows how shitty the real world is, was obviously over protective. Also now Joyce didn't have Bob and they were actually talking and not panicking, after years he was in the flirting field. So again, unfamiliar territory. He's already an no-shit and agrassive character so he felt really toxic and extreme some moments

-They totally ignored Will. Look, thr truth is Lucas is usually the side character in main cast but Will was the star for two seasons and it's constantly implied that he has some powers but they completely erased him this season?

-Honestly Max was probably one of the most...realistic characters in the show. Mourning over his abusive brother bc after all they're still family? Talking shit over boys because she's seen from her brother how bad they could be so not taking any shit from any of them? "Corrupting" El and taking her to shopping and having fun and spying and using her powers and just actually making El function as a teenage girl? Love that for her

-I think like, The Scoops team was the most balanced team. They all had their moments and they were all smart and powerful and useful. Also Robin? Literally the most amazing character ever.

-With Jopper we should've gotten more "detective joyce and detective hopper" and less "we're brickering just to bricker"

-Jonathan was like non existent, Nancy totally stole the show

-Also i liked how Mike kinda grew up? He realized how much he was ignoring and leaving out Will and how much he was taking El's time and not letting her find her place in the group after s2 and just he really was just a teenage who had his first girlfriend so has absolutely no idea how to behave

-Wished there were more scenes between El and Hopper and not just Hopper being protective over El

Also

-Hopper is not dead. He has too many non-solved things with other characters to let him off the hook(romantic with Joyce, parental with El and any interactions with other boys esp mike bc he's literally el's bf and will bc hopper has been his kinda father for one and half years now) and there wasn't a body but there was a post-credits scene.

-If we don't get El and Will being siblings and El realising Will has some kind of power, Max and El talking to each other a lot, Lucas and Max being an awesome duo, if possible some flashbacks to hopper being a Dad

#stranger things #Jim hopper #joyce byers #Will byers #Eleven #Jane hopper #dustin henderson #Lucas sinclair #Mike #Nancy wheelers #St s3 #I have many emotions #Jopper #Mileven #Steve harrington

[thejollywriter]

The Mortician’s Dream, a Cyberpunk short story sample by Jonathan Fisher (Rights reserved)

(i don’t have an elevator pitch for this yet. it’s about the Binary Dream, the expanded consciousness of the internet, and a small group of elite hackers who prize the most protected data away from the hoarders who control the world.)

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The Russian mainframe didn’t have a description to its AI core. It just hung there in digital space, a bricked up colossus of data with no description. All Bricker could determine was the sheer volume of power drawn to protect it.

Anything drawing enough comparative power to protect four American military industrialist sites was worth his attention.

Even if the run went against the cardinal rule.

He took a deep breath. The air was stale in his room, and the air conditioner failed to keep up in any meaningful way with the heat generated by the exhaust fans for his CPUs.

Every machine was connected via Ethernet to huge fiber optic ports that tapered down to two connectors that went into his temples.

He built a halo the second day he’d used the rig. Just something to distribute the weight of the connectors to his shoulders so the poundage wasn’t the sole responsibility of his neck. It looked ridiculous, but it made it easier to use.

He examined the blueprints one more time on a small laptop airgapped to the rest of the rig. This run was a fifty-fifty split; it’d either be a cakewalk or it’d be the single hardest run of his life. And until the breach, there’d be no way to tell. He took another breath, and plugged in. He sank mentally into the connection and as it happened, he became increasingly aware of the computers around his room.

As he spooled up, that awareness became less precise and distinct. The computers stopped being objects and started being extensions of his thoughts.

He felt faster, when he was down in the Dream. His mind accelerated by quantic processing that merged human thought impulse and the binary data of code into something utterly unique. Two known things created a third unknown.

The Binary Dream. Human consciousness plus every conceivable piece of digitized information. All online and accessible to anyone. A place that defies explanation, a gold mine for those dumb and brave enough to risk everything for a run.

Protecting anything in such a wide-open space required intelligence that was malicious beyond evil and intelligence that outstripped human thought. Thus came the Defensive Intelligences. Killer code designed to slag any drive that tried to penetrate the firewalls the DIs were charged with protecting.

Every run was life or death. But if you run, and you win, the data was worth more than gold.

He didn’t make notes. Notes of what happened and the play-by-play were things he wrote out fresh from the Dream, not while he was dueling. There was no energy to spare; every thought was devoted to protecting and evading the machine that wanted to melt his brain.

That’s why, when it happened, there were no notes to explain what went wrong. Bricker made the run, and the defensive intelligence slagged him into oblivion. Ripped him and his code into nothingness.

So it appeared.

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#cyberpunk #original writing #the jolly writer speaks #science fiction

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The nice of us at Bricker & Eckler, an Ohio legislation agency, recently blogged a few New York appellate resolution concering subcontract default insurance (SDI”), often referred to as SubGuard” primarily based on a Zurich SDI product of the identical title. Contractor bonds protect your repute by ensuring you honor your commitments and contracts, and in most cases are a necessity for obtaining your license. We will get you the required bonds for your needs, so you may get to work quick.

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<h1>A Deeper Look At Performance Bonds In The State Of New York</h1>

Whereas there are numerous varieties, a surety bond is basically an settlement between three events-a principal, an obligee and a surety-assuring them all that one thing will occur. has surety bond packages in place for Payment and Performance Bonds for all contract sizes and lessons of business.

Bonds present small contractors and customers with quite a few advantages. The surety bond is a form of safety against contractor default resulting from faulty workmanship, late supply or not using specified materials. The surety company helps the contractor avoid costly delays and contract disputes if the sub-contract defaults with their portion of the job by non-performance. Then the surety company will intervene to meet the contractor's scope of labor. When a challenge is bonded, there's additionally an added layer of payment safety for staff and suppliers of the contractor.

At New York Performance Bonds, All About

The nice people at Bricker & Eckler, an Ohio law firm, not too long ago blogged about a New York appellate determination concering subcontract default insurance (SDI”), often referred to as SubGuard” primarily based on a Zurich SDI product of the identical title. One of the largest shortcomings of default insurance is that there is no prequalification service offered by the insurer. The burden to prequalify and manage the subcontractors falls fully on the named insured. My preliminary article, " To Danger or Not To Risk ," discussed in some detail the issue involved in an proprietor or basic contractor effectively prequalifying subcontractors. Regardless of how diligent the owner or basic may be in trying to carry out the prequalification course of, they're all the time under stress to safe competitive bids. This creates a dynamic that makes it troublesome to be actually objective within the prequalification process.

Payment bonds are contract bonds that guarantee payment of the contractor's obligation underneath the contract for subcontractors, laborers, and materials suppliers related to the mission, offering assurance that they are going to be paid if the contractor defaults. Since liens may not be positioned on public jobs, the payment bond stands out as the only safety for those supplying labor or materials to a public job.

Contractors and homeowners recognizing the potential problems associated with bonds often attempt to develop options. Normally, this isn't attainable on public jobs as a consequence of statutory necessities for federal, state and native tasks; nevertheless, options exist for homeowners on non-public tasks and basic contractors that need to receive bonds or equivalent safety from their subcontractors.

The Benefits Of Surety Bonds For Contractors

Surety Bond Associates Most bond agents simply sell bonds, we create them. 63 Board of Supervisors v. Southern Cross Coal Corp., 238 Va. 91, ninety five, 380 S.E.2nd 636, 639 (1989)whether or not an alleged materials variation happens earlier than or after the principal's default, a compensated surety has the burden of exhibiting it by a preponderance of the evidence.

Performance Bonds enable contractors to adapt to biding necessities on authorities and private tasks. Surety is NOT insurance - it's a financial guarantee. Being bonded increases the number and measurement of jobs that a contractor can have the opportunity to bid on. Providing surety bonds, rather than other types of security (letters of credit score) also enable contractors to retain their working capital.

When Referring To Performance Bonds At New York

Does your company schedule construction projects involving U.S. tax payers' money? Firstly, you'll need a surety bond when the customer calls for it. When contracting with the federal government or even a private firm or citizen, this entity will require any contractors to purchase a surety bond earlier than work can begin. This is because the surety bond assures them that you will honor your contract and provides penalties in the event you do not. In short, surety bonds defend customers, and they will only work with individuals who present this protection.