#breach of contract part 9
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Breach Of Contract: Part 9
A/N: Peggy Carter bashing as usual
You felt anxious before the plane had even touched down. It started with your palms sweating and your heart racing, the steady uptick in beating had been a synonymous symptom of your changing emotional well-being.
Senator Rogers had departed your side a half hour ago, leaving you to get a briefing of the events that would take place the first night you arrived.
He had left for the back of the plane to make a few adjustments to his wardrobe and his physical appearance. In his absence, you were welcome to fall into a pit of anxiety and restlessness, the debilitating awareness that you were going to face the media as both his intern and as some specimen, they wanted to shove under a microscope.
You knew, full well, that the connection between you and Steve had been noted by both likely supporters and opposition.
You knew full well that comments were comparing the kind of chemistry you two had, versus the kind of blasé and underwhelming bond that tied Steve and Peggy together. The evidence of support or animosity had already been noticed through different socials and handles on the vast internet.
However now you were going to have to face it head-on.
Pepper had made you aware of the media circus, of the absolute hell and chaos that would ensue once Senator Rogers touched the ground. It was only natural given the attacks that the other party was trying to unleash on him in order to dissuade the public from voting for the necessary parties to vote him in. It was rather nasty, from what you had already seen and it was only going to act as gasoline for this insane and innate fire that would be all-consuming.
Once he set foot on the tarmac, the press tour started. There would be no shortage of events that would aid Senator Roger’s message for unity in the country, and the need to help each other out rather than turning our backs on each other.
The start of the press tour on the west coast would start the moment he stepped off the plane and the docket had started to take place with the first flash of a camera. Senator Rogers was ready, he was prepared with a level head and an assurance that he could and would handle whatever was thrown his way.
“I hope you’re ready.” Chase had given you a forewarning as the process to off-board was starting. “We’re coming behind him and immediately going to the hotel.”
You reached for the bag you’d packed, one of the carry-ons with little inside other than a quick change of clothes and a few books, hesitating when you felt hands grazing your own. Given the last chance to give you a pep talk, Steve lifted the bag from the overhead compartment for you and set it on the floor.
Inhaling slowly, you focused on the scent of his cologne and the tinge of spice that made you want to turn into him for comfort. He was strong and broad-shouldered but he carried so much warmth with him, warmth that you wanted to surround yourself.
“Take a deep breath, don’t let them get in your head.” He whispered, he whispered gently as if the roles were reversed and you were the one who was going to be facing the onslaught of the media circus.
“I’m scared.” You replied with a mumble, unable to turn and face him, at least not while the doors were prepared to be opened.
“Fear is not a weakness.” Steve had pulled away when it was time for him to settle into his role, and after he stepped away you looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with him. It was only a moment, it was barely half a minute before he had to turn away but it was enough.
And then the door opened, a powerful vortex of questions and the steady click of cameras had come rushing to your ears before he had even stepped out. He had upped out of your line of sight although you could easily detect the cacophonous drone from the tarmac.
“We have to go, we have to face it.” Val and Sasha both stepped by your seat, the latter helping you pick up your bag and the files you’d been scouring over. “We’re right here with you.”
The buzz that you heard on the plane was tepid compared to being on the tarmac with a line of press, different media cycles and online avenues for gossip and information vying to get his attention. It was as if you were in a wind tunnel, being accosted by the piercing noise that hit your ears with an unseemly tangency that made you grit your teeth.
“Senator Rogers reaches the LAX airport with his team in tow-“
“Senator Rogers is starting the tour here on the west coast and is said to be attending a few ceremonies-“
“The excitement for the senator to arrive has boiled over and quite a crowd has been drawn. Now I’ve been told-“
You could remain ignorant to the questions as Steve had stopped by a few press junkets as the start of his tour commenced. However, when you started hearing questions fired off at you, you were not as poised and collected as the Senator.
“Y/N! Y/N do you have any responses to the fans and supporters of Madame Carter who have accused you of interfering in their marriage?” A reporter for a popular online gossip outlet had raised their voice to garner your attention, and immediately you were thrown off guard.
You were a deer in headlights, eyes wide and tongue-tied. Your mind was not cooperating with your vocal cords or your motor skills, you couldn’t move or respond in any possible facet. Rather, you were stuck where you stood with your fingers tapping on the inside of your hands.
And when you finally could speak, when you finally found yourself able to produce a sound, it came out as a stuttering and weak response.
“I’m…I don’t-“ you were steered away, set into the protective side of Chase and Val.
“Ignore them. Keep your head down and move. Act normal.” Chase squeezed your hand and led you off to the vehicles waiting for the support team. He opened the door and watched you slide into the back beside Val before he joined you, the other vehicle held out for Pepper, Sasha and Steve.
“This is madness. It’s chaos-” you rest your head in your hands, your eyes closing for a single moment to gather your thoughts.
You weren’t prepared for this, even with all the warning and prep you’d been doing it wasn’t expected. This was your first real, true job as a PR intern for a major political campaign, and maybe it was your naivety that made you ignorant, but you didn’t know it would be like this.
“The first day and I feel like I’ve been dumped into the Arctic Ocean.” You lowered your hands, watching aimlessly as Senator Rogers approached the lead vehicle and took a pause to wave once more at the crowds.
“We have the night off. Sasha, Pepper & the Senator are going to do a kickoff press conference, so…” Chase leaned in and nudged your arm with his. “Come to my hotel room, we’ll order food and watch B-rated movies.”
“As long as you promise not to start sexting your boyfriend. The last time you invited us over, we got a deeply personal insight into your sex life, and we didn’t want it.” Val leaned forward and directed her attention to Chase, the two of them continuing their ease back and forth until the driver started taking off from the airport.
As the vehicle moved, you leaned back against the seat and angled your head, staring out the window at the masses of people or reporters who were still recording or taking pictures of the envoy.
It was endless or seemed to be and you wondered, at any point, if you would be on the receiving end of Madame Carter’s hatred in person.
“The press tour started eventfully,” the fabricated crooning which once had brought him to his knees had now been a nail upon glass to his ears, “are you enjoying playing with your intern?”
“Peggy quit.” Steve drew out his annoyance with a sharp hiss when his wife’s comments, through a picture-perfect screen, had come across as hypocritical at best. “We’re not doing this.”
“Not doing what, Steve? You’re not screwing around with a younger woman while your wife is doing charity work?” Peggy leaned forward tucking her hand under her chin, her long deep brown hair was pinned to the top of her head in a style that was as calculated as she was.
Peggy was unbothered by the weight of her affairs, by the notion that while Steve wanted to change the world for the better she wanted to acquire an endless stream of power and money for herself.
It was a reality that was more of a nightmare, the idea that she could have used Steve so easily and not found fault in the irony that she was committing physical adultery. Steve, in comparison, felt like he was genuinely falling in love with someone incredible.
“Where’s he hiding? Where do you have him this time? The closet?” Steve blew out the accusation with animosity, and disgust hanging off every syllable until his mouth was coated with bitterness.
“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Peggy’s lips were drawn back into a smirk, a slow-building quirk riddled with heinousness, “I should remind you…”
His heart sank and his hands were balled into tight fists by his side.
He didn’t need to know what toxic spewing ire she would fire off at him to know that it was another tactic for control. Steve knew that she and her family, who had promised so much for the man who wanted to be a great politician and make a difference, were trying to tighten the strings and spin this discourse between the two of them into a positive light.
“It’s in your little whore’s contract that if she fucks anyone in her circle she’ll be fired.” It felt like a victory for her, Steve could see it written clearly.
Every shadow and highlight on her aesthetically pleasing face, her natural beauty and charisma that charmed more than just him, was now twisted.
Every facet of her that he once loved was tainted and obliterated by this poisonous facet that made him hate her. It was despicable, it was beyond what he thought he could handle. Peggy Carter and Pierce’s were fucking with what little glimmer of happiness he could have.
“Make sure you’re a good boy, Steve. Don’t put your dick in anything that could get you into trouble.”The irony, cruel and twisted, befell him.
He was finding happiness but couldn’t step over the line they drew in the sand. It was a method of torture to keep him in their distinctive clutch, and Steve was caught between letting himself chase the glimmer of hope and squandering it all.
“I wanted to change the world, Peggy. I wanted to do good and be good. I wanted a loving wife and kids to come home to, I wanted the American dream and you-”
“I told you to fuck her, didn’t I?” Steve’s heart sank, the acid in his stomach churning as he rendered himself stuck on this terrorizing notion that if he chased you, physically seeking you, you would be ruined. “Guess you better keep your dick clean.”
He wanted to call her a bitch, he wanted to call her a hypocritical whore for this cage she was forcing him into. Steve wanted to rip into her, endlessly tearing her in two through the screen, and yet all he could do was stare at this vile poisonous snake.
She was fucking every intern she had and dangling up above him like a carrot in front of a horse.
Peggy Carter was holding everything from him.
“I’m not letting you go, Steve. I still need you and you need me, my family, to get what you want. Who knows…maybe when I become the First Lady I’ll give you the whore as a gift. You could keep her locked under the Oval Office to suck dick for all I care-”
Steve closed the screen with a snap, using enough force to crack the screen. He stood violently and reacted in anger, swiping everything from the desk to the floor. Bile was crawling up his throat, stinging his esophageal system from the inside. His heart was thrashing violently as he continued the destruction, seeking an outlet for himself.
And as he finished, as he had spent all the anger he had, Steve slowly slid down the wall nearest the window. He drew his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his hands, slowly exhaling.
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Laws Of Attraction (Part 10) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader
Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers
Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo
Warnings (18+): sickening amount of fluff, language, angst, *SMUT*: oral (m + f receiving), fingering, hand job, p in v, overstimulation if you blink
Word Count: 6,892
A/N: If you’re here, congratulations! You made it to the end. A big thank you to everyone that has commented, shared, liked, etc. I can’t believe it’s been over a year since my first post. I had a vision when I started writing this in the middle of the 2022 season, not quite sure where it would lead, but I’m happy with where it landed and I hope you are too. I hope you like wine with your cheese, because this is ~cheesy~. Also, this is my first time writing smut so (1) if you are a minor please do not proceed; (2) if you do like/read smut, I would appreciate any kind of feedback. A big thank you to @cutelittlefakejourneys and @burningcupcakefire for beta-ing. Thank you @paddockbunny, @monzabee, and @silverstonesainz for the insights and words of encouragement. As always, thank you for reading.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1
Daniel paced the hallway. He wasn’t accustomed to not getting what he wanted. Sure, in the last few months he had had his fair share of disappointments, but this was different. He was tempted to knock on your door until you answered, but thought the better of it.
He played through the moment in his head again, no different than analyzing a post-race debrief. What went wrong and how could he improve? He was professional during the signing. He knew you loved Geri, you only casually brought up Ginger Spice in conversation no less than a dozen times over the last few months. He knew you’d love to actually meet her – who knows, if everything went well it certainly wouldn’t be the last time for you. He didn’t force himself on you – at this point he knew you were like a cat and he needed to wait for you to come to him or else he’d scare you off. It seemed like the only thing keeping you from ripping each other’s clothes off was your job. Or so he thought.
Now he was confused. It was clear you hadn’t meant to say what you said – but you said it. I could kiss you. Can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. Four words that looped in his brain. He had spent so much time dissecting the meaning of the word “could,” he felt like he could be a lawyer too. But he had taken his time closing the space between you in the hallway. When he leaned in, you leaned in too. You had ample time to tell him off if he had misconstrued the whole thing, and he would never think less of you if you did, but you didn’t.
No, what just happened was not a rejection. You were just skittish. Like a cat hiding under a bed, you just needed to be coaxed out – slowly. You were food motivated, he’d learned that about you during your first outing in Belgium when you put down more bon bons than he thought was humanly possible. Yes, all you needed was to be approached with patience and understanding - and maybe the promise of a full belly.
-
You leaned against the door and squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment already crashing over you like a tidal wave. You knew you were being ridiculous and immature. What was it that you were still afraid of?
You stripped off your suit immediately, it felt stuffy and heavy as you overheated, the reminder of your attorney-client relationship falling to the floor. You threw on the first thing you grabbed out of your bag - why did it have to be that pesky yellow dress again?
You paced your room for what felt like hours. Your professional activities with Daniel had officially come to its natural conclusion and yet you were still hesitant to move forward. It didn’t help that you were in a country that banned the cohabitation of unmarried couples, so really, what were you even going to do?
Despite the confessions exchanged back in Mexico and the kiss in Brazil, it was never guaranteed that anything would actually happen once Daniel’s legal affairs were settled. Frankly, you still weren’t fully convinced the conversations ever actually happened. You refused to believe the lingering stares and little touches that lasted a little too long were anything more than pure coincidence.
In spite of all of it, you remained unconvinced about how Daniel actually felt about you. Over the years of failed relationships and first dates that ranged from awkward to bad, you had grown wary and skeptical of romantic pursuits. For all you knew, all his lip-service was simply an elaborate ruse to get in your pants. You thought on this worst case scenario, which really wasn’t so bad. God forbid you have one night stand with a Formula 1 driver and live to tell the tale. It would be a lie to say you wouldn’t be hurt at first if you were correct, but you would eventually be fine. You had been happily single and independent for years, it would simply be a return to your de facto state.
And even if you could take him at his word, you couldn’t help but wonder what that relationship would look like when you had to resume work for other clients and the luxury of constant travel and proximity ceased. How would you continue to keep in touch? How often would you actually be able to see each other in person? Your first relationship was with The Firm, and you knew you weren’t ready to give up your livelihood for him. Then there was the other issue of paparazzi and tabloids - the forced spotlight that would fall on you, resulting in the lack of privacy and anonymity. You had no desire for fame, yet he seemed to be designed for it. You could go toe-to-toe with opposing counsel any day, but you weren’t sure you had his mental fortitude to withstand the cruel and unsolicited opinions of strangers on the internet.
You weighed the pros and cons over and over again in your head. For someone with such a demanding job, it made no sense that it all felt so overwhelming and complicated. But it was telling that the Australian was the first person you wanted to confide in. He was the only one who could ever quiet the constant hurricane in your mind that caused you to spiral if left unchecked. In this moment, you needed him to ground you.
You had been raised to leave hotel room minibars alone unless you wanted to bankrupt you and your entire family for two generations. Going against everything you believed, you took a nip from the stock. Hoping the small amount of liquid courage would do the trick, you checked your reflection in the mirror one last time before venturing to the room next door. You would simply have to assume the risk of the unknown aftermath.
With shaking hands, you opened the door only to be met with Daniel’s presence before you. He jumped slightly at the sudden movement. You did a poor job hiding your astonishment that left you frozen in place.
“Oh… hi?” Your eyes remained wide. He looked around and scratched the back of his head, appearing to be as surprised and confused as you were.
“Hi – I uh,” he took a moment to give you a once over. “I’m sorry are you about to go somewhere? You look nice.” You felt your face turn red immediately, the bravery you built up moments ago dissipating in an instance. He shifted his weight, quickly correcting himself. “Not that you don’t always look nice! I just – you look nicer than usual. I mean-” He seemed uncharacteristically nervous and was digging himself a hole. You looked around the hall to ensure it was empty and took a deep breath to save him from digging any deeper.
“Yes actually. I was going to see you.” He seemed surprised and relieved at the answer.
“No way, I was about to see you!” He shook his head when he saw you bite back a smile. “Obviously, I’ve been standing outside your door,” he laughed nervously, his confidence shrinking by the second. “Not for very long though! You didn’t need to know that. But I wanted to come to say I’m sorry about before, I was too forward back there. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured, you know, since we went pencils down and everything, maybe we could-”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter?” You walked backwards as you took his hand, leading him through the doorway. He didn’t fight your lead.
“-you don’t know what I was going to ask.” You leaned back, allowing the door to click behind you under your weight.
“It doesn’t matter. The answer is yes.” You gave him a reassuring smile and gently squeezed his hand bringing him closer. “With you it will always be yes.” It seemed both of you were at a loss for words, but they were unnecessary as he took a step towards you closing the small gap that remained. His eyes were enchantingly curious as they gazed into yours. You only looked away for a millisecond, distracted by the tongue that broke free from his mouth to moisten his plump lips. You took a deep inhale in anticipation, your heartbeat bordering on palpitations as his lips closed in.
The moment they met yours, immediately you knew you never wanted boundaries with this man ever again. One hand cupped the side of your face while the other grabbed your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck in an effort to eliminate any remaining iota of space between the two of you. Your lips danced and moved together in unison, neither of you wanting to come up for air. His firm calloused hands roamed your body, unsure of where to rest. There were so many parts of you he had never touched before and he wanted desperately to become acquainted with them as quickly as possible. He squeezed your shoulders, ran them down the lengths of your arms, moved to the small of your back up towards your neck, in your hair.
The feverishness of it all began to slow, as he tried to memorize every peak and valley. He reverently moved his hands from your waist, dragging them up the length of your spine, one hand finding its way to your hair as though he wanted to remember every hair follicle, the other keeping your body firmly pressed against his. The leisurely pace only teased you, and each spot he touched left your body buzzing. He slowly brought his other hand to find yours again, repositioning so your fingers interlocked. The sweet gesture felt suddenly sinful when he pinned them to the wall, dragging them up the door until they were next to your head. The motion made your head spin, warmth spreading between your thighs, and you inadvertently let out a soft moan.
Ravenous for more, he firmly pressed your bodies together against the door, almost knocking the wind out of you. He pulled away only for a moment, his eyes pleading.
Can I?
You nodded your head frantically, capturing his mouth once more while guiding his hands to the parts you desperately needed touched. One gently cupped your breast while the other roughly grabbed your ass, kneading the muscles underneath. You both groaned in unison at the new sensation.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you,” he mouthed breathlessly before finding your neck, hoping the feeling was mutual. You didn’t say anything back, but he could tell from the pant of your breath and the pulse under his lips that it was. You threw your head back as he sucked, licked, and nipped at the sweet spot as he gently grazed his thumb over your bra, immediately feeling your nipple form into a stiff peak underneath. Being mindful of your noise level, you bit back a moan that ended up coming out as a pathetic whimper. You shamelessly pushed your hips against his and squeezed his hand on your breast, encouraging him to explore and desperate for more contact.
You instinctively widened your stance for him to perch himself between your legs. His hand played with the waistband of your underwear through your dress, trailing down to your inner upper thigh.
“Stop teasing,” you hissed. He only smiled into the kiss in response, his tongue pushing into your mouth to shut you up.
Your hands followed their own curious whims. Those pecs that you had gotten an eyeful of several times felt warm and firm under your touch. Your palm dragged down the ripples of his abs, gently landing over the front of his pants. You gasped feeling him harden under your touch for the first time, eliciting a low growl from him in return. His hips pushed forward in frustration, eager for more. You allowed him some relief, undoing his belt and pants, cautiously reaching inside. Your eyes widened.
“Holy shit,” you muttered as you grabbed around his length, your hand suddenly feeling quite small. He looked you dead in the eye, that familiar cocky smirk and twinkle returning to his face.
“Come on,” he flashed you a wicked grin. “You knew it had to be big.” You laughed at his boldness, which only inspired him to double down. “I know how to use it too.”
“That’s some awfully big talk.” You already had goosebumps from your head to your toes, but you weren’t going to let him know that just yet. You would make sure he worked for it. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“It’s not the only thing I know how to use.”
He captured your mouth in a gentle, chaste kiss as he used one hand to pull up the hem of your dress. His other hand snuck under the skirt, slowly dragging it across your skin. Rough and calloused from racing, they felt tantalizingly delicate.
“I was going to prove it, but it looks like I already convinced you.” He drew little spirals around your clit over your panties, barely applying any pressure. You bit your lip and looked up to the ceiling, praying for relief from the building tension. To your chagrin, his hand began to pull away.
“No. Please,” was all you could muster, your brain searching for more eloquent words that escaped you.
“Please what?” You reached for his crotch, hoping the action would suffice as an answer, but he grabbed your wrist to pin it to the door. “You have to use your words.” You felt the words on his breath that seeped through your skin.
“Please touch me.” Frustrated, you used your free hand to try to get him to fully take your dress off which was only getting in the way. He obliged, releasing your other hand to get a hold of the fabric. You put your arms up as he gathered the material over your head. Throwing the garment aside, he pulled away slightly to observe you for a moment. His eyes widening as they moved down your frame, trying and failing to hide his growing smirk.
“Do you always wear pretty underwear when you close a deal? Or are these for me?” He played with the pink lacy textile between his fingers, admiring how they accentuated the contour of your waist and hips.
“Both,” you gasped as he dragged a finger down your front. It passed over your clit, down to the fabric covering your entrance, smiling feeling how embarrassingly soaked you already were through the thin material.
With a chaste kiss on the cheek, he proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, chest, stomach, until he reached the hem of fabric. He continued over the garment, bypassing the spot he knew you needed him to your inner thigh. The gentle touches and the scruff of his beard almost tickled, panting as he moved down your body.
He looped his thumbs around the sides of your thong, pausing to look up hopefully for permission. You nodded with lidded, lustful eyes. He couldn’t hide his dimples and he continued to tease, dragging your panties slowly down your legs, taking care to pick up each foot to get you out of them. Your heart swelled as you observed him treating you so delicately, like a fragile porcelain doll. His trail of kisses started again from the bottom, beginning at your ankle, to the inside of your knee and again to your upper thigh until he reached an apex.
“Hold on.” You weren’t sure what he meant at first. Then without warning, he grabbed your hip and threw your opposite leg over his shoulder, finally diving into your center. Your hands instinctively found their way to his head to stabilize yourself, accidentally letting out a yelp in the process which soon after turned into a low moan as his tongue swirled slow circles around your clit. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled into your skin.
The vision of him on his knees fully clothed, contrasted with your nakedness enhanced his touch and sent you spiraling. Your hands raked through his gorgeous curls as he lapped you up. The pressure he applied gradually increased, culminating to him inserting a finger in you, then two. You slapped a hand over your mouth as the pressure pooled and he found his rhythm with his tongue and fingers. He knew you were close when your legs started to shake and squeezed around him. The waves came crashing over you as you bucked your hips erratically. He removed his fingers so that he could stabilize you, but his mouth never stopped.
He finally put your other leg back on the ground when your hips slowed and stood up. Your legs almost buckled from underneath you but he caught you before you could fall, lifting you to walk to the bed.
You watched him carry you wordlessly, your brain still short circuiting from your orgasm only knowing enough to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Not because you thought he’d drop you, but because you wanted to be as close to him as possible. It still wasn’t close enough.
He sat himself down on the bed with you landing in his lap, legs still wrapped tightly. There had never been a time where the two of you have been in the same room and exchanged so few words. You continued to stare at each other, simply amazed to be in the same space and sharing skin after three long anguished months of resisting forbidden fruit.
Your gaze fell to his swollen lips that you desperately wanted to taste again, still shiny with your essence. His hand pressed up your back until he grabbed a fistful of hair, bringing you in fervently for another kiss. It was the kind of kiss that enveloped you, that turned your legs to water and caused currents in you to flow creating bountiful energy that begged for release. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, down his chest and abs to the hem of his shirt. The two of you pried it off together and he threw it somewhere on the floor. Your mouths met again gluing your torsos together, your currents crashing in a tidal wave of electricity and emotion.
You unwrapped your legs to straddle him, lightly pushing him backwards. He pulled you with him as you both fell into the bed, smiling into each other and little giggles filling the air. You rolled your hips over him, annoyed with the layers that still separated you from the waist down. You reached down, sloppily pushing at his pants to demonstrate your displeasure. He understood your message, weaving his arms past you to finish the job and shimmying his legs until they were off. You reached down the waistband of his boxer briefs, teasing your fingertips just underneath but not going further. It thrilled you to feel his muscles tense underneath your touch. He nipped your bottom lip when your hand moved further south, and you could feel his jaw clench.
He pulled away suddenly, and you couldn’t place the look on his face which made you nervous.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! It’s just…” his hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Your heart swelled at how delicate he was with you, at how much he cared. But you didn’t want to be treated delicately. And now you almost felt bad about how much you’d teased him up to this point. Almost.
“Do you know,” you said sitting up, your hand ghosting over the outline of him through his boxer briefs, “I had a sex dream about you. Right before the Japanese Grand Prix.”
“No,” he ground out.
“You had my legs spread on a desk in some McLaren office.” You felt his whole body clench again as you slid the last piece of clothing down his legs. As though the thought hadn’t crossed his mind every time you admonished him for not paying attention or not taking things seriously in those early days. The frequency of course increased, to every time you bent over, smiled, or played with your hair, to simply existing. For once, he was the one blushing and you found it entirely endearing. “I’ve literally dreamt of fucking you for three months. I want you and I need you. Now.”
His pupils dilated at your words, and his hands moved possessively from your face down to your ass where his fingers sank into your skin hoping to mark and keep you. He tried to find the words to communicate how badly he wanted and needed you too, but blood was no longer flowing to his brain and no words seemed perfect enough for you. His shaft twitched against his toned stomach, eager for your touch. You relieved him, wrapping your full hand around his impressive length pumping up and down a few times, your gentle grip slowly firming with each stroke.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. His hand found your waist and you felt his grip tighten as you continued. You slithered down his body until your mouth aligned with him, spitting over his tip. He felt voyeuristic watching the saliva drip from your tongue. You looked up to see him gripping the sheets for dear life.
“Is that alright?” He nodded fervently.
“Only if you want to,” he croaked out. Bless this man, who just wanted to make sure you were comfortable even though it looked like his eyes were going to roll back into his head.
“I do. Very much,” you insisted. You dragged your tongue slowly from the base of his shaft to his tip. “You made me feel good.” Lick. “Now I want to make you feel good.” His shallow breath hitched when you finally took him in your mouth. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, you looked up to make sure he was still breathing. You found him slack jawed, but eyes full of lust. He brought a hand to your head. You prepared your gag reflex expecting him to force your rhythm, but instead simply pushed your hair out of your face.
“Fuck, you look so good.” You felt the slickness spread between your thighs at his praise, adding a hand to his base where your mouth couldn’t quite reach. You increased your speed, moaning into him. He happily absorbed the vibrations, reflexively bucking his hips into you. You tasted salty precum at his tip and could tell he was close.
“W-wait,” you slowed your pace but didn’t remove him as you looked up again. “I don’t want to finish yet. Not like this.” You slowly pried yourself off him, finishing with a satisfying *pop* as you released him. You saw his chest rise and fall at an alarming rate. He helped pull you up, interlocking your fingers in the process.
“What do you want?” you asked, knowing you would do whatever came out of his mouth without hesitation.
“Grab my jeans?” You couldn't hide your skepticism, but nonetheless begrudgingly left the nicest seat you’ve ever known to find his pants somewhere on the floor. You resumed your spot on his lap as he frantically searched his pockets, finally locating his wallet and fished out a condom. Everything else found its way back to the ground. Eyes wide, he maintained a death grip on the condom. “You’re sure?”
You smiled. You thumbed his jawline as you brought your foreheads together. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” It took him about four seconds to process what you said, but when he did closed the gap between your lips in a messy and desperate kiss that sucked the air out of you. It dizzied him too and only pulled away when he remembered he had to open the condom. You leaned back to give him some space as he struggled with the wrapper. His brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to steady his shaky hands.
“I swear I’m usually a lot smoother than this,” he muttered. You bit back a laugh.
“I believe you.”
“You just make me nervous,” he admitted, uncharacteristically bashful. “In case you couldn’t tell.”
“Hardly noticed,” you said sarcastically, but reassured him with a giggle. “It’s very endearing, if it makes you feel any better.” You calmly grabbed it from him.
“It does,” he confessed as he let you take it from his hands. Without breaking eye contact, you ripped the wrapper easily with your teeth. You felt him twitch under you as you wriggled yourself against him in content, allowing him to feel your arousal. He swallowed thickly. “Where did you learn that?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” you smirked. You moved off him for a moment, and he took the chance to stroke himself a few times, watching you absentmindedly. How your hair, now perfectly tousled, fell around your shoulders. How gravity worked miracles on the swell of your breasts. How your waist sloped into your hips and thighs. You patiently presented the condom back to him and he used all his concentration to take it from you to roll it down his length. He looked at you hopefully when he was done and you rewarded him with another kiss, your hair cascading around the two of you creating a protective curtain around your new little intimate universe.
You both watched as you eased yourself onto his cock, voyeurs of your own lust. Your moans harmonized as he bottomed out. You felt deliciously stretched and full. Complete. You began slow to adjust to his size, teasing him in the process with your agonizing pace, rising up to the point of almost dismount before sinking back down again engulfing his full length.
“Does this feel good?” you cooed, already knowing the answer as you swirled your hips with him bottomed out inside you, tormentingly slow.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he groaned as he palmed your ass. “You’re so fucking tight.” You dragged a hand from his chest, down the ripples of his abs, towards where the two of you intercepted. With his jaw clenched, he sank his fingers in your hips, trying unsuccessfully to steady them as you continued to rock. “You look so good with me inside you.”
He lifted his hips to meet yours as proof of his enjoyment, the new angle jolting you forward slightly. A moan escaped as you found a rhythm as you rolled your hips back and forth, itching for the friction of his skin against your already swollen clit. Your pace quickened as his length hit that sacred spot deep in your core over and over. The bounce of your tits mesmerized him. Unable to resist, his mouth found a nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peak that had you seeing stars.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whimpered. You felt the pressure pool and coil in your lower abdomen. Your eyes closed when he grabbed the back of your head, gently pulling your hair.
“Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.” All you could do was nod in response, worried that any sound you might let out at that point would alert the whole building. It was impossible to look away from his gaze even if you wanted to. You bit your lip as the pressure continued to build, hypnotized by the repetition and sensory overload. You rocked back onto him a final time before reaching your release, collapsing on forward onto his chest and his name falling off your tongue like a prayer as your hips slowed and stuttered.
Yes
Daniel
He’d never heard a more beautiful sound before. His mouth caught yours again, absorbing the moans that continued as you rode out your orgasm. He wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you flush to his chest and began to upthrust, building to an excruciating pace. You held onto his shoulders for dear life.
“W-what are you doing?” You knew you sounded pathetic, barely able to form the sentence. He smirked.
“Getting you to Number Three.”
“I can’t,” you whined. He pulled you close and rolled the two of you over, taking care to remain buried inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement, eyes wide when you landed on your back.
“Three’s my lucky number.” He gave a few slow pumps before pushing himself up to spread your legs. He admired the change in your face at each new angle, each expression more perfect than the next. He brought his thumb down to your clit and watched you whither under his touch. With the new view he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work this time.”
You couldn’t argue with his logic. The only response you could give were incantations of profanities as he fucked you into the mattress and his gentle finger rubbing the sensitive nub just above where your bodies joined. He glistened as beads of sweat formed over his body, enhancing the contours of his muscles with each thrust. It was all too much. You felt your walls begin to clench again, your body eagerly anticipating its reward.
Daniel saw your mouth mold into an “o”, the slight twitch of your muscles, and felt the pressure that was building inside you. He prayed you were close knowing that his stamina would soon run out.
“That’s it. Come for me.” Daniel counted his blessings that he should be so lucky to have a front row seat, not once, not twice, but three times to your orgasms. You were so beautiful. Too beautiful. He couldn’t stop himself from chasing his own high as he watched you twist and contort under him. His thrusts became more frantic and erratic as your moans filled the room until he spilled into you, lurching forward but catching himself before fully collapsing on top of you.
Finally the motions stopped, except for the quickened rise and fall of your chests as you both tried to catch your breath. You blinked at each other a few times, still unable to move or think. Daniel broke the silence.
“Holy shit.” You couldn’t help the stupid grin that formed. You pressed a hand to his cheek just to make sure he was still real.
“That good, huh?” He begrudgingly began to move and pulled out of you, rolling over to your side. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down on you, absentmindedly drawing patterns on your soft belly.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner. But that was way better.” You both laughed as you nuzzled into each other, still peppering the other with butterfly kisses and holding onto the belief that the world was the size of a queen-size bed.
Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as he left your side, the intrusive thoughts returned and you began mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable goodbye. You watched silently as he searched the floor for his underwear, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. This was fun you repeated in your head. It will be a good story to tell you tried convincing yourself.
He came back to bed and snuggled up against you.
“Now what?” he asked innocently. You squinted back at him, laughing slightly.
“That’s an awfully loaded question, don’t you think?” He seemed confounded for a moment.
“I mean, I was just thinking we could get food now? What were you thinking?” You forgot that men could be such simple creatures. Maybe it was the audacity that allowed them to go about life blissfully unaware or unconcerned about hypothetical what if’s and unintended consequences of their actions. But for now, maybe you needed to think like a man too. You didn’t need to solve all the world’s problems in one night. Maybe all you needed was to just enjoy whatever this was for whatever time was left before you got on a flight tomorrow to return to reality.
“Yeah, I guess I worked up an appetite.” He broke into a wide grin. He grabbed your face to bless you with a kiss on the forehead before fetching the menu.
“Great. I’ll order us room service.”
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Your eyes fluttered open the next morning. Scenes from the night before played on a loop in your head. Sweaty bodies entangled in a sea of limbs. In your experience, men who were that charismatic and that good looking rarely knew what to do with the bodies they had been blessed with. And yet…
You were afraid to open your eyes, not ready to let go of the memory that brought a smile to your face so you kept them closed a bit longer. Instead, you extended a hesitant hand to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your evening companion, but you felt nothing. You reluctantly opened your eyes.
“Dan?” Your voice was soft and hoarse from sleep. Nothing. Maybe he hadn’t heard you.
“Daniel?” You tried again, a bit louder this time. Still no response.
You slowly got out of bed half asleep, the line between your dreams and the real world still not quite defined. You zombie-walked to the window, delicately drawing back the blackout curtains of the hotel room. You winced as your eyes adjusted to the natural light. Your clothes were still on the floor where they had been unceremoniously discarded, but the other outfit that had kept them company had disappeared. Your heart fell.
“Daniel?” you tried one last time, voice cracking slightly. Maybe he was in the bathroom. Maybe he had eaten something bad yesterday. You knocked on the door before cautiously opening it. You stood in the doorway a beat too long, unable to move from the empty space. He had been so convincing, so charming, and you fell for it. You had been so guarded and careful, you thought you had sniffed out any unsavory motives and you still were left feeling used and abandoned.
You blinked back tears before they could fall, hiding your defeat from no one in particular in the privacy of your hotel room. You wiped your eyes, chugged a glass of water, for some masochist reason put on your Enchante sweatshirt and got back into bed. It was still early, maybe you could sleep another few hours before you had to get ready to go to the airport. Maybe that sleep would help you forget and ease the overwhelming humiliation and melancholy that fell over you.
As you began to drift off, a noise at the door startled you awake. You realized it was the sound of the door key and grabbed sheets to cover yourself quickly, unsure what else to do.
“I’m not ready for housecleaning!” you yelled uncertainly, praying it was in fact hotel staff and not a burglar.
“Hey hey hey, it’s just me. Good morning to you too.” You slowly peaked your head from under the covers, shocked at the sound of the reassuring, achingly familiar Australian accent. The driver stood in the foyer, his hands overflowing with bags and precariously balancing two coffee cups. You sat up a bit more as you processed the sight in front of you.
“What-?” you trailed off. He seemed nervous, but a smile never left his face.
“I, uh, wanted to surprise you with breakfast. There’s a little place down the street. But you looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you, so I grabbed your room key. But I realized when I got there I didn’t know what you liked, and my phone died, so I kind of got one of everything…I hope that’s ok. I didn’t mean to scare you –“
As he rambled, you had silently gotten out of bed to grab the cups from his hands, placing them on the table along with the insane amount of bags, one by one. With all obstacles removed, you enveloped your arms around his neck and stamped his lips with a kiss. He was surprised by the sudden gesture but returned it eagerly, his hands still familiarizing themselves with you. He blinked a few times when you pulled away.
“I promise I will get breakfast for you every day if you like it that much.” You laughed with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and you looked away.
“I thought you left,” your small voice shrank in embarrassment that you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. You couldn’t bring yourself to explain further.
But you didn’t have to. He wrapped you in a bear hug crushing you into his chest, his lips nuzzled into the crown of your head, his body heat invigorating you.
“I’m sorry, I should have texted or let you know where I was.”
“No, it’s silly. I was being overdramatic.”
“It’s not silly. And I’m not going anywhere.”
“But what does that mean?” you asked in exasperation. He pulled away and looked at you in disbelief that you would even ask such a question.
“What do you want it to mean?” You bit your lip in frustration.
“Daniel, don’t be obtuse. In a couple of hours we’re getting on different planes to go to opposite sides of the world.”
“And?”
“We’re not going to see each other.”
“Well then it’s a good thing I know people with private jets.”
“I still have to work.”
“I’ll come to you.”
“My apartment is small.”
“I can pack light.”
“What if you meet someone else when we’re not together?” He let out an irritated sigh.
“I don’t want to meet anyone else.”
You were stumped. He could read the confused look on your face and gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders. “You know, for someone so smart you can be really dumb sometimes.” You crossed your arms.
“Hey!”
“I know it’s hard for you to believe for some reason, but I want to give this a real shot. I want to take you on a proper date. See what things look like when I’m not paying you to spend time with me.”
You looked down, feeling a little guilty about how much you doubted him. You couldn’t help that you were risk averse by nature.
“Did you just… Socratic method me to get me to understand that you like me?”
“Did it work?”
“Let’s just say you have a bright future as a law school professor if this whole driving thing doesn’t work out.” You paused for a moment, still trying to wrap your head around everything. “So… you really want to give this a go?” He rolled his eyes.
“Is it really that hard to believe?”
“I mean – yeah, a little. The world that you operate in is just so much different than mine. Your world consists of beautiful people.”
“You’re beautiful,” he retorted. You blushed but didn’t let the comment throw you off your stride.
“You know what I mean. Your world is glamorous and luxurious. My world is average. It’s a lot of take-out, it’s late nights on the phone with Joe, it’s boring suits, it’s work - without the recognition and without the spotlight. You could have any actress or model or singer in the world and you pick me. Can you blame me for being skeptical?” His face fell slightly as he realized that you didn’t think your shine was bright enough for him. But it was quickly replaced with something mischievous.
“What are you talking about? You’re a singer,” he said matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes.
“You’ve unfortunately seen me do karaoke, we both know that’s a lie.”
“Your morning shower performances beg to differ.” He laughed at the terror that flashed before your eyes as you threw your hands over your mouth, but quickly reassured you. “I’ve listened to you every morning since we got here. It’s the best part of my day, until I see you.” He pried your hands from your face, holding them in his. “And the last thing you are, is average. Can we please just try?”
You bit your lip, unable to contain the blush spurred by his words of affirmation. The squeeze of his hands on yours caused the dormant butterflies in your stomach to flutter their delicate wings and rise to your chest. A comforting warmth enveloped you, it rose to your cheeks and the answer was there plain as day on your face for him and the world to see. No, it couldn’t hurt to try.
“Only if… you’ll do a duet with me.” After holding his breath for what seemed like eternity, his joy and happiness hanging in the balance waiting for your response, he broke into a toothy grin that used every dimple and laugh line on his face. Without skipping a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the bathroom leaving a trail of your giggles in his wake.
“I’m ready for my audition.”
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Snapper and Stinkpot Masterpost!
Hi! Welcome to my au where Casey is a reluctant part time turtle and he falls in love with my interpretation of Angel from the 2003 show. (Currently on a break because I started a band, lol. )
Snapper and Stinkpot is an angsty rottmnt au that takes place one week-ish from the end of the movie. The story features Casey Junior as the protagonist as he deals with normal teenage boy things, like being the same age as his dad, blackmail, and xenoc*de.
Read on Ao3 Here!
Chapters on Tumblr and more:
1: After Dark
2: Lucy's Cat Cafe Hanging Out
3: You His Pet or Somethin'?
4: Spider’s Web Deleted Cereal Scene
5: The Stinkpot
6: Pink
7: Stability Sidewalk Comic
8: How to Light a Firecracker Dishwasher Animatic
9: Straight F*cking Sugar
10: The Bug Saturday Morning Sillies Comic!
11: The Phantom Limb
12: The Iris
13: Breach of Contract
14: Off Beat
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Character References: Casey Junior Turtle Casey Future Donatello Sunshine Angel Marina
Playlist for S.A.S. 8+ Hour Extended Playlist LMAO
#rottmnt fanfiction#rottmnt au#rottmnt#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt casey junior#rottmnt casey jr#my art#casey jones#rise casey#rise angel#rise donnie#rise leo#rise mikey#rise raph#snapper and stinkpot#casey sas au#turtle casey
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Ammyyyyy from the SWTOR Character Ask Meme, can you tell me about Isra and Pravin's answers for the following questions: 1. What is [character]’s favourite event, & what do they like about it? 9. What do they regard as their culture, & do they distinguish between their culture and heritage? and 13. If there were a Commemorative Statue released of them, what pose would they be in?
I presume this refers to the recurring ingame events, sooo--
I played Pravin on the Bounty Contract event and man, that is his SHIT. Post class-story I imagine him getting by outside the Empire through doing a lot of private security and investigator work, and bounty hunting is really just that plus the "capturing fugitives" bit. He'd always use the drink option and bring them back in carbonite in lieu of killing them, lol.
Realistically I think he'd be wary about doing too much of that sort of work because it's super confrontational and he doesn't want to make enemies, but if the money's right...hey, some of those troublemakers must have long histories of pissing off multiple legal and illegal enterprises, right? And he likes the investigatory part. It's what he enjoyed about working for Intelligence--the relationship-building and social engineering; figuring out how to get people to disclose information or allow him entry to restricted spaces. His talent at it is kind of his superpower, and it really gives him a thrill.
Isra would be into the Rakghoul event. She's a badass sword lady patriot who sees her role as that of a protector and defender, so heading out to put down a bunch of monsters to keep civilians safe is her idea of a good day's work. She'd also definitely be game for helping the scientists get samples and such, and feel pride in the praise she'd receive for that.
9. THIS IS A GREAT QUESTION you know I love this shit and will worldbuild about it forever
I'll start off by saying that I do think there's such as a thing as "Imperial culture", in large part because the Empire is a society with its own distinct values, norms, shared history and myths, as well as mass media. Much of this goes back to the outcome of the Great Hyperspace War--Imperials view their nation as a great power that was subjected to a retaliatory genocidal purge, and this desire to reclaim their place in the galaxy and not be victimized again brought about the militaristic, high-control government they accept as necessary today.
Dromund Kaas and Ziost are the main centers of culture, and that culture evolves in an environment where the only real "outside" influences are those from assimilated member worlds. Travel for ordinary citizens is restricted. There's a China-style Great Firewall which blocks most foreign media. Everyone watches the same holodramas, partakes of the same cuisine, observes the same fashion trends (albeit with some variation depending on what social stratum one's in)--if you reference, say, a joke from a popular novel in front of a large group of Imperials, ninety percent of them will know it. (Coupled with their tendency to couch humor in desert-dry sarcasm, this shared media landscape tends to make Imperial jokes incomprehensible to outsiders. It's like five-levels-deep memes all the time.)
Pravin and Isra both have complicated relationships with Imperial culture.
In Pravin's case, he doesn't like to think of himself as culturally Imperial on account of having left the Empire, but he is. He absolutely is. It's a fundamental piece of his personality, no matter how much time he's spent in Hutt Space, no matter how well he's come to speak other languages, enjoy other foods, incorporate other fashion influences into his daily wardrobe. He still has that kneejerk annoyance response to breaches of etiquette, such as when people aren't punctual or address him informally at a first meeting. He still feels uncomfortable wearing shorts or sleeveless tops in public, even as he's donning loud patterns and leaving his shirts halfway undone. He still cracks up at the humor. But yeah--there's always an unease there when he's made aware of his own attachments, since it forces him to contend with grief he's not altogether ready to process.
Isra defines herself largely by two identities: as a Sith Lord, and as a zabrak. The former gives her a role and a place in Imperial society--that of a powerful defender of her country and its people, ordained through superior genetics and years of training--and the latter defines her as both the inheritor of Iridonian warrior traditions and an oppressed person. She's simultaneously privileged and discriminated against, lauded and looked down upon, an insider and outsider to the culture she was brought up in. Much of her teenage desire to connect with Iridonian diaspora culture--despite not having been raised in that community--was a means of contending with how much of Imperial culture is not for her, both in a practical sense (e.g. not being able to eat some of the foods since she's a carnivore) and through all manner of subtle exclusion (e.g. lack of representation of people who look like her in most major media roles.) She claims Imperial culture as hers, she has to, but always in a way that incorporates her racial heritage. She needs feet in both in order to feel whole.
13. Pravin would be doing a James Bond pose because I'm a basic bitch. Like, probably this one but instead of a gun he's holding a vibroknife.
Isra would have her knees bent, ignited lightsaber in her right hand at a low guard position and her left hand raised up near her head, fingers splayed to use the Force. Basically the longsword plow stance but one-handed.
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Blog #8
Part 1
List and briefly explain each of the six types of music licenses, and when they are meant to be used.
Synchronization License
Used when music that is going to be paired with a form of visual media from commercials, films, streaming ads, personal films, etc.
Mechanical license
Used when music is going to be re-recorded or covered by another artist/studio. This includes adding lyrics, re-mixing the song, or changing anything about the original artist's song.
Master License
A master right is held by the person who owns the recorded song
Used to a pre-recorded version of a song is used in a visual/audio project. However, it does not allow you to re-record the song.
Public Performance License
Used when a song is broadcasted in public. This includes playing the song in stores, concerts, or jukeboxes. It does not, however, include bars or restaurants.
Print Rights License
Used when sheet music of the song is printed and distributed.
Theatrical License
Used when a song is preformed on a theater stage in front of an audience.
Part 2
What is the difference between an agent and a manager?
Talent agents help find jobs for actors/authors/models/etc. The work to get their clients auditions, pitch them for roles, and negotiate them for better pay and contracts.
Talent managers on the other hand help hire and manage any staff for a client. They can help advise contracts and career movies but cannot negotiate on your behalf. They can also help advise clients on income, investments, and life changes that can help affect their career.
Part 3
Explain more thoroughly what the job of an aggregator is.
Aggregators are companies that help you get distributed on VOD (video on demand) platforms such as Amazon, GooglePlay and iTunes. They help you manage the challenges of getting on specific platforms, such as the technical specification required by each platform, creating subtitles or dubs for the platforms, etc. They don't offer any advice/assistance in marketing on these platforms, only in getting your project posted on the platforms.
Part 4
What is a completion guarantor? What happens when the producer cannot get their film done on time, and they have a completion guarantor?
A bond company acts as a guarantor. They work to guarantee that the film will be completed on time and on budget.
If your film goes over budget, the bond company will provide the extra funds necessary to get the job done. If you fail to deliver the film on time, the bond company will step in and take over the production and get the film done by whatever means necessary.
Part 5
What is a ‘strike price
A strike price is the amount on money a guarantor thinks is needed for making the movie. This includes the production costs, contingency allowance, and the completion bond company’s fee.
Part 6
What documents do you need to bond your film?
Production documents needed:
Production Budget
Final Script and Breakdown
Shooting Schedule
Call Sheets
Advanced Shot List
Legal documents needed:
Financing Agreements
Distribution Agreements
Talent, Location, and Music Release Forms
Actor Deal Memo
Part 7
What is a ‘Right to Assignment?’
The 'right to assignment' is a clause in contracts with bond companies that allows them to remove/replace a crew member who they believe is slowing down the production process. This can include everyone from grips and PA's to even the director themself.
Part 8
Please briefly explain in your own words the two ways contingent compensation can be broken up?
Fixed compensation
This money is guaranteed regardless of box office reception or filming issues. The actor will (almost) always receive their money. The most common way to lose fixed compensation is if an artist breaches their contract and gets fired.
Contingent compensation
This money is paid only after specific stipulations are met, for example, getting paid an additional $10,000 if the box office totals over $1,500,000.
Part 9
What are the ‘W’s’ you must include in a press release for distribution?
You must include the 5 W's of the newsworthy event in the first paragraph of your press release: the who, what, why, where, and when.
Part 10
What is a press kit? How can it be helpful?
A press kit is an image booklet for your film which contains detailed information about the project.
The booklet is primarily aimed at media representatives, festival selectors, and buyers, as press kits can be used to advertise the film and the film festival, to distribute to the media before press shows, and to inform journalists before the screening of the film.
Part 11
Why is it important to include reviews in your press kit?
It is important to include reviews in your press kit to show, one, that people have seen you film before and have liked it, and, two, that the buzz/hype around your film is 'real'. If you have real reviews in your press kit it shows that other people (sometime respected reviews) have enjoyed your film as well.
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Test Bank For Smith & Roberson's Business Law 18th Edition By Richard A. Mann
Test Bank For Smith & Roberson's Business Law 18th Edition By Richard A. Mann
Table of Contents
PART I: THE LEGAL ENVIRONMENT OF BUSINESS.
1. Introduction to Law.
2. Business Ethics and the Social Responsibility of Business.
3. Civil Dispute Resolution.
4. Constitutional Law.
5. Administrative Law.
6. Criminal Law.
7. Intentional Torts.
8. Negligence and Strict Liability.
PART II: CONTRACTS.
9. Introduction to Contracts.
10. Mutual Assent.
11. Conduct Invalidating Assent.
12. Consideration.
13. Illegal Bargains.
14. Contractual Capacity.
15. Contracts in Writing.
16. Third Parties to Contracts.
17. Performance, Breach, and Discharge.
18. Contract Remedies.
PART III: AGENCY.
19. Relationship of Principal and Agent.
20. Relationship with Third Parties.
PART IV: SALES.
21. Introduction to Sales and Leases.
22. Performance.
23. Transfer of Title and Risk of Loss.
24. Products Liability: Warranties and Strict Liability in Tort.
25. Sales Remedies.
PART V: NEGOTIABLE INSTRUMENTS.
26. Form and Content.
27. Transfer and Holder in Due Course.
28. Liability of Parties.
29. Bank Deposits, Collections, and Funds Transfers.
PART VI: UNINCORPORATED BUSINESS ASSOCIATIONS.
30. Formation and Internal Relations of General Partnerships.
31. Operation and Dissolution of General Partnerships.
32. Limited Partnerships and Limited Liability Companies.
PART VII: CORPORATIONS.
33. Nature, Formation, and Powers.
34. Financial Structure.
35. Management Structure.
36. Fundamental Changes.
PART VIII: DEBTOR AND CREDITOR RELATIONS.
37. Secured Transactions and Suretyship.
38. Bankruptcy.
PART IX: REGULATION OF BUSINESS.
39. Protection of Intellectual Property.
40. Antitrust.
41. Consumer Protection.
42. Employment Law.
43. Securities Regulation.
44. Accountants' Legal Liability.
45. Environmental Law.
46. International Business Law.
PART X: PROPERTY.
47. Introduction to Property, Property Insurance, Bailments, and Documents of Title.
48. Interests in Real Property.
49. Transfer and Control of Real Property.
50. Trusts and Decedents' Estates.
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Daryl Hall Takes Legal Action Against John Oates Over Music Partnership
Daryl Hall Takes Legal Action Against John Oates Over Music Partnership
Daryl Hall Takes Legal Action Against John Oates Over Music Partnership: Daryl Hall has sued his longtime music partner John Oates, arguing that his plan to sell off his share of a joint venture would violate the terms of a business agreement the Hall & Oates duo had forged.
Daryl Hall Takes Legal Action Against John Oates Over Music Partnership
The move quickly prompted a judge to temporarily block the sale while legal proceedings and a previously initiated arbitration continue.
A Nashville chancery court judge issued the temporary restraining order on Nov. 16, writing that Oates and others involved in his trust can’t move to close the sale of their share of Whole Oats Enterprises LLP to Primary Wave IP Investment Management LLC until an arbitrator in a separately filed case weighs in on the deal, or until the judge’s order expires — typically within 15 days, unless a judge extends the deadline.
Chancellor Russell Perkins issued the order the same day Hall filed his lawsuit, which was largely brought forth under seal, obscuring most details. An order Wednesday by the judge allowed more filings to be made public, though many details about the pair’s business agreement and the proposed sale remain under wraps.
Writing in favor of sealing certain filings, Hall’s attorneys reasoned that it’s a private dispute under an agreement with confidential terms, concerning a confidential arbitration process.
Although the publicly released version of the lawsuit didn’t specify what’s at stake in the sale, Primary Wave has already owned “significant interest” in Hall and Oates’ song catalog for more than 15 years. In a 2021 interview with Sky News, Hall alluded to disappointment with the sale of his back catalog.
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“Oh, in the early days, it got sold off for me and I didn’t get the money,” he said. In the same interview, he advised artists to retain their publishing rights, saying “all you have is that.”
The lawsuit contends that Hall opened an arbitration process on Nov. 9 against Oates and the other defendants in the lawsuit, Oates’ wife, Aimee Oates, and Richard Flynn, in their roles as co-trustees of Oates’ trust. Hall was seeking an order preventing them from selling their part in Whole Oats Enterprises to Primary Wave Music.
According to the lawsuit, Oates’ team intimated at the time that the sale could close within days, although no arbitrator had been picked yet to sort through the conflict.
The lawsuit says Oates’ team entered into a letter of intent with Primary Wave Music for the sale, and alleges further that the letter makes clear that the music duo’s business agreement was disclosed to Primary Wave Music in violation of a confidentiality provision.
“Thus, the entire Unauthorized Transaction is the product of an indisputable breach of contract,” the lawsuit states.
The case will be taken up at a Nov. 30 court hearing.
The Associated Press sent emails to attorneys for both parties and to representatives for Primary Wave Music on Friday. Still unclear is whether the dispute centers on the music catalog of Hall & Oates, a soft-rock-and-pop duo best known for its No. 1 hits “Private Eyes,” “Rich Girl” and “Maneater.”
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Daryl Hall and John Oates got their start as Temple University students before signing with Atlantic Records in 1972. In the decades since, they have achieved six platinum albums and many more Top 10 singles with their unique approach to blue-eyed soul. Hall & Oates was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2014 and its latest album, “Home for Christmas,” was released in 2006. The duo continued to perform as of last year.
“We have this incredibly good problem of having so many hits,” Oates told the AP in 2021, just before resuming a national tour that had been delayed because of the coronavirus pandemic. “Believe me, it’s not a chore to play those songs because they are really great.”
• Sherman reported from Copperas Cove, Texas.
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Lessons from Galatians Part 3a
Ch 3 :1-18 Christ has redeemed us from the curse of the law
3:1 You foolish Galatians! Who has bewitched you? Before your very eyes Jesus Christ was clearly portrayed as crucified.
They had heard the one true Gospel, that Jesus Christ had been crucified for the sin of humankind, he died and was resurrected to the right hand of the Father, and everyone who believes in Him, shall be saved by faith in Him.
2 I would like to learn just one thing from you: Did you receive the Spirit by observing the law, or by believing what you heard?
This is a rhetorical question, we receive the Spirit by believing of course.
3 Are you so foolish? After beginning with the Spirit, are you now trying to attain your goal by human effort?
4 Have you suffered so much for nothing--if it really was for nothing?
Usually it is only the true gospel that gets persecuted.
5 Does God give you his Spirit and work miracles among you because you observe the law, or because you believe what you heard?
When the dynamic of the Holy Spirit came to them, by faith, how could they even consider going back to a dead religion, Surely, they could see that the manifestations of the Holy Spirit, occur where there is faith, but not where there is observance of the Law.
Paul, now, takes them back to first principles.
6 Consider Abraham: "He believed God, and it was credited to him as righteousness."
Abraham never observed the Law.
7 Understand, then, that those who believe are children of Abraham.
The believers followed his example.
8 The Scripture foresaw that God would justify the Gentiles by faith and announced the gospel in advance to Abraham: "All nations will be blessed through you."
9 So those who have faith are blessed along with Abraham, the man of faith.
This is very Good News.
Shocking news.
10 All who rely on observing the law are under a curse, for it is written: "Cursed is everyone who does not continue to do everything written in the Book of the Law."
These curses include poverty, sickness, famine, want, shortage, confusion, defeat, terror, darkness, despair, and separation etc.; see all these curses in Deuteronomy 28.
11 Clearly no one is justified before God by the law, because "The righteous will live by faith."
12 The law is not based on faith; on the contrary,
"The man who does these things will live by them.” The Law only offers life to those who completely obey it.
13 Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: "Cursed is everyone who is hung on a tree."
Jesus took it all on the cross that all believers might go free and receive the blessings of God not his curses.
14 He redeemed us in order that the blessing given to Abraham might come to the Gentiles through Christ Jesus, so that by faith we might receive the promise of the Spirit.
This is the greatest blessing.
15 Brothers, let me take an example from everyday life. Just as no one can set aside or add to a human covenant that has been duly established, so it is in this case.
16 The promises were spoken to Abraham and to his seed. The Scripture does not say "and to seeds," meaning many people, but "and to your seed," meaning one person, who is Christ.
17 What I mean is this: The law, introduced 430 years later, does not set aside the covenant previously established by God and thus do away with the promise.
18 For if the inheritance depends on the law, then it no longer depends on a promise; but God in his grace gave it to Abraham through a promise.
v15-18 A covenant is a solemn and binding agreement in which two parties exchange vows or promises committing themselves to a joint relationship or venture.
There may be penalties involved for breach of promise.
What types of covenants do we enact in everyday life?
Marriage and business contracts (mortgages etc.).
So many marriages break up because people want to add new clauses to the deal or the vows that they made. For instance, to have and to hold until you get sick , or get made redundant, or until you meet someone else whom you prefer to your spouse, or until your lack of commitment , selfishness and self pity overwhelm you to the extent that you that you break the marriage covenant.
Many business contracts now include penalty clauses to compensate for breach of contract. No sensible business deal will allow you to change the terms after the deal has been struck.
In the same way God does not let anyone alter the conditions of his promise to Abraham fulfilled through his seed Jesus Christ, and passes through Jesus to us , to be changed nothing can be added or subtracted from the deal.
Because we live in new testament times, we sometimes forget that the law came 430 years after God’s promise to Abraham and Paul is saying here that the law cannot alter the original covenant, deal, or promise.
What was the promise?
God's announcement of His plan of salvation and blessing to His people, one of the themes integrating the message of the Old and New Testaments. God's promise begins with a declaration by God; it covers God's plan for not just one race, but all the nations of the earth; and it focuses on the gifts and deeds that God will bestow on a few to benefit the many.
Summary 3:1-18
We may define God's promise this way: the divine declaration or assurance was made to Abraham representing the whole nation of Israel and specified that:
(1) He would be their God,
(2) They would be His people,
(3) He would dwell in their midst.
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The past few days have witnessed multiple news surrounding the ongoing legal battle between Ripple and the US Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) and some essential developments focused on the popular memecoin Shiba Inu.
XRP – the native token of Ripple – has also been in the spotlight, registering a significant spike at the end of last week. In the following lines, we will break those topics into details.
Ripple v. SEC Case
The prolonged dispute between the two organizations, which dates back to the end of 2020 when the SEC sued Ripple for allegedly breaching securities laws when selling XRP to retail investors, keeps splashing the waters of the crypto space.
It is safe to note that the most important moment in the case (as of the moment) occurred in mid-July when the blockchain enterprise secured a partial court victory. Back then, a US Judge ruled that the sale of XRP did not constitute an offer of investment contracts, giving Ripple the upper hand and causing a serious boost for the token.
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America’s securities regulator was reluctant to wave the white flag and formally appealed the decision at the beginning of last month. Chairman Gary Gensler recently took part in a congressional testimony where he was expected to give his two cents on the lawsuit.
Unsurprisingly (since this has happened before), he remained silent rather than providing specific details. All he said was reminding the ongoing status of the dispute.
For its part, Ripple had invested substantial funds to persist in the fight and hired renowned professionals to represent the organization and its CEO – Brad Garlinghouse. Some examples are Former Assistant United States Attorney – Rahul Mukhi – and Lauren Belive. The latter, who has worked at the White House under President Barack Obama, was appointed the Head of US Public Policy and Government at Ripple.
XRP on a Roll
The native coin of Ripple has recorded significant gains in the past few days. Its price reached the $0.50 milestone on September 29, exploding by nearly 9% in a matter of an hour.
Some reasons behind the surge include the overall revival of the cryptocurrency market and some speculations regarding what would have happened at the party Ripple threw in New York City last week.
Several X users suggested filing for an IPO or announcing a settlement with the US SEC was in the cards. However, the company did not disclose such news, whereas XRP plunged to approximately $0.52 (per CoinGecko’s data).
Shiba Inu’s Advancement
The self-proclaimed Dogecoin killer has also made the headlines lately. For one, Chariot Energy (an energy company based in Houston, Texas) allowed clients to pay their solar panel bills in various digital assets, including SHIB.
In addition, the British banking giant HSBC enabled customers to settle mortgage bills and loans in the memecoin, while the Japanese automobile manufacturer Honda also added it as a payment option.
Shiba Inu also saw a massive number of tokens removed from its circulating supply. On September 28, the burning rate skyrocketed by almost 1,000%. The program aims to reduce the asset’s overall supply, thus making it more scarce and valuable in time.
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Once you realize that our Autochthonous American Government was substituted for and impersonated by British Territorial "State of State" business organizations and Municipal Corporations acting in the chaos after the so-called American Civil War, you will realize that so far as the rest of the world knew, our Government was "silent, presumed to be in interregnum" for many years.
Our Autochthonous Government wasn't called back into Public Session because those responsible for doing so were murdered, burned out, ambushed, forced to flee or simply cowed into submission. Most people were fooled by the substitution scheme and were not aware that their own government was Missing and being represented by foreign Municipal Corporations acting as Federal Subcontractors instead.
This resulted in those same Federal Subcontractors taking many gross liberties in breach of trust, service contracts, and treaties owed; but, there were some things that they simply could not do or even pretend to do, because they were never "federal" duties to begin with.
One of those "can't do it" tasks was enrolling new States into our Union.
Only the actual States that existed prior to the Civil War could vote on that issue, and those States were not in Session.
So as new States were formed after the Civil War and our country expanded westward, the British Territorial United States Government took temporary possession of each new Territory as it was formed in the Western United States, as provided for under the Northwest Ordinance.
Then, to keep up appearances, when the new States were due to be enrolled as States of the Union, the same British Territorial Government offered Territorial Statehood as a substitute status--- without a word of disclosure or explanation.
Most of our Western States existed for many decades as what I call, "States in Waiting", never actually enrolled as States of the Union.
This amounted to the Territorial Interlopers writing themselves a service contract couched as a State - of - State Constitution, for example, The Constitution of the State of Nevada, and settling in to milk their new corporate franchise.
These so-called "statutory states" exist only on paper, while the actual assets of the nascent States were left in the physical custody and under the regulatory authority of the foreign British Territorial Government Subcontractor --- the American Raj.
This is the mercenary government that has been terrorizing Americans in the Western States, and these are the False Presumptions under which these operatives have been acting when they have done things like laying an ambush for LaVoy Finicum, his friends and family members.
I received this brief synopsis of part of the resulting situation from a contributor today, and I quote:
"STATUTORY “citizens” or STATUTORY “nationals” born on federal territory are “foreign” and “alien” in relation to a CONSTITUTIONAL state. The same thing applies to Indians living on reservations.
[The "federal territory" being referenced applies to all the Territorial "States" formed in lieu of being enrolled as actual States, as well as people born in the District of Columbia and other actual federal enclaves.]
".... the reverse is ALSO true: Those born in CONSTITUTIONAL states are “foreign” and therefore “alien” in relation to STATUTORY “States” and federal territory.
That’s where the idea comes from to call state nationals [that is, average Americans born in one of the nation-states of the Union] “nonresident aliens” under 26 U.S.C. §7701(b)(1)(B) in relation to a tax that only applies on federal territory within the STATUTORY but not CONSTITUTIONAL “United States” under 26 U.S.C. §7701(a)(9) and (a)(10) and 4 U.S.C.§110(d)."
Those people living in the primarily western Territorial States that formed after the Civil War, were in the above referenced "Statutory" status with regard to and in contrast to people living in one of the Constitutional States formed prior to the Civil War.
This is because they weren't actually living in the States of the Union or under the provisions of the Constitution(s). They were in the custody of the British Territorial Government owing to the fact that their States were not actually enrolled as States of the Union.
Once the American Government came back into Session in 2019, we were able to take care of this long-overdue housekeeping.
By roll call vote of the State Assemblies in the States that were enrolled prior to the Civil War, the Territorial States including most of the Western States and West Virginia, were accepted as full-fledged States of the Union as of the First of October 2020 and retroactive to the day when they unknowingly accepted Territorial Statehood.
This action lawfully converted the presumptive political status of all people living in the former Territorial "States" to their intended political status as American State Nationals.
As fully enrolled States of the Union, all land and soil and other physical assets owed to each State of the Union naturally devolves upon the people living in each nation-state effective with the date that each of these States entered Territorial Statehood. The presumed-to-exist Territorial Trust was finally dissolved.
The bulk of the people living in, for example, Utah, Nevada, Arizona, Idaho, Montana, Minnesota, etc. and all other States formed during and after the Civil War, are in fact now incontrovertibly presumed to be nationals of their Constitutional States, unless proven otherwise. Those who have declared, recorded, and published their natural birthright political status are grandfathered-in and have absolute substantive rights, Both species of Federal Employee and their Dependents are presumed to be present under the provisions of the Residence Act.
Action to reform the presumptions of the courts and amend the jurisdictions under which they have been operating is required by Operation of Law, as is return of control of the assets owed to the people living in each State.
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Laws Of Attraction (Part 8) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader
Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies (kind of)-> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers
Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo
Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, language, slight angst, alcohol consumption, McLaren, bad jokes
Word Count: 4,277
A/N: I tried out some different writing styles this chapter and candidly, I’m not sure it’s my best work. There are more scenes from DR’s perspective and I found out that writing race dialogue is very difficult. I tried to stay true to the actual Abu Dhabi 2022. Please bear with me through this chapter, feedback of any kind is always appreciated. Please, thank you, and enjoy!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1
When you arrived at the paddock, Daniel was still distracting himself by taking pictures of literally everything, including the ground. You let him be though, no matter how silly it seemed. The last thing he needed was to psych himself out before the race. As you approached, the McLaren PR crew was already waiting with cameras to get content for the last Unboxed video of the season which was your cue to peel off.
“How are you feeling?” you asked hesitantly, making sure to keep an appropriate distance from your client.
“Honestly, I’m fine. Maybe I’ll feel different once the suit’s on, but right now I’m good.”
“You’ll let me know if you need anything, right?” He caught the seriousness in your tone and found it endearing you were being so protective of him. It seemed you were more nervous than he was.
“Actually, hold on,” he stopped walking.
“What? Is everything alright? Oh-” *click* “Daniel!” He laughed at your disgruntled expression as he lowered the camera.
“I’m fine, promise. I’ll see you after the race.” He gave you a polite pat on the shoulder as he began to walk away, but you grabbed his arm before he was out of reach and pulled him in for a big hug before you could second guess yourself. He didn’t think twice as he wrapped his arms around you. You quickly released him, reinstating the arm’s length between you.
“Good luck today, you’re going to do great,” you said as you composed yourself. He walked backwards continuing your extended goodbye, unable to look away from you.
“I know,” he said, with a cocky smile plastered on his face. *click*
You snorted, your stoicism overpowered by his charm. You waved one last time as a sendoff before he disappeared into McLaren hospitality.
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As usual with race day, it was a lot of hurry up and wait. Daniel exchanged helmets with Lando and Zhou, sat for photos with the team, sat for photos with the grid. He tried to take in every detail. He laughed when he walked in the garage and saw his mechanics donning cowboy hats embroidered with “yee-haw thanks DR” and the outline of him doing a shoey.
Everyone seemed to think he would be walking around as though he were attending his own funeral, but for the moment he felt he didn’t have much to be sad about. He needed a break – from the spotlight, from McLaren, from training, from racing in general, and there was no shame in that. In twelve hours that break would become a reality, and that was something to be very happy about.
When it came time to change into his race suit, he waited with baited breath for the garment to exert some kind of magical force over him. He stood in his drivers room waiting for the tears, or nerves, or something. Everyone told him it would hit him when he put the suit on. But he examined himself in the mirror, widened his stance and put his hands on his hips. Power pose. No, he was still the same Daniel Ricciardo, despite what people tried to tell him. And this was just another race.
It was less than ideal starting P13 due to a three-place grid penalty carried over from the Brazilian Grand Prix after his run-in with Yuki, but Daniel pushed aside all the growing frustrations as he waited eagerly for the lights to change, feeling his pulse sync with the idled roar of the engine. The few seconds before the race played out in slow motion, as they always did. The rest of the pressures of the moment faded away as he focused on what was in front of him, ready to react. He was at peace, and allowed himself to feel the overwhelming therapeutic emptiness. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
And it’s lights out and away we go!
He survived the first lap shuffle and chaos, but lost a position to Lance. There was still plenty of race left though, and his goal first and foremost was a clean race without a DNF. Making it through the first few clustered laps unscathed was step one. Once the pack started to disperse, he began his grueling climb back to the points.
Here comes Daniel Ricciardo on the inside of Schumacker, gaining a place back.
It was lonely for a while. He extended his lead from Mick, but couldn’t seem to fully catch up to Lance. Lance pitted on lap 14, as expected with mediums if going for a two-stop strategy, allowing Daniel to gain a position. It subsequently opened up the floodgates, others shortly following suit bringing Daniel up to P8. He knew he would have to pit eventually, but if he could just nurse this set a bit longer and maintain this position as long as possible, he had a shot to finish in the points.
Lap 18, Daniel Ricciardo still hasn’t pitted yet.
Even in the last race, it shouldn’t have surprised him that McLaren would try to short stick him one last time. Good riddance he would be done with this circus in an hour. George passed him, as he expected in better machinery and on fresher tires.
He finally pitted on lap 20, switching to hards. The team did a great job with a 2.3 second pit stop but he came out in P18. He had a job to do, it was time to get to work.
Daniel Ricciardo, down in 18th place. Making some overtakes and having a bit of fun. Makes a lovely move on Kevin Magnusson going into Turn 9.
In quick succession, he picked off Mick and Bottas, Seb pitted, and somehow Alonso DNF’d. Before he knew it, he was back to where he started in P13.
Fernando Alonso has not had the best of luck, our first retirement of this evening. Mechanical failure. That is a real shame for him, real shame. Meanwhile, here comes Sebastian Vettel! Haven’t said that in a while. Very nice move on Pierre Gasly.
News at Alpine that there’s some water leak, that was why they had to pull Fernando in. He feels the unreliability there has cost him nearly seventy points during the course of this season. Since he came back to Formula One, well, the reunion with Alpine then Renault has ended in retirement. Sad for all parties. And this means that Fernando Alonso has been beaten by his teammate, Esteban Ocon. But I’ll tell you a bit more about that later, as Daniel Ricciardo manages to get past the Alfa Romeo of Zhou Guanou.
He encroached on Alex, smelling blood in the water. Even though Alex nicked the wall, he maintained the position longer than he thought. He had to respect the work the kid was doing in that tractor trailer of a Williams. The track conditions were cooling as the sun set, making it difficult to regulate the temperature of the tires.
Daniel Ricciardo trying down the inside there on Alex Albon. Now you saw what happened in Mexico when he tried that on an unsuspecting Yuki Tsunoda and they came together, but this time around they managed to keep apart. But uh, for McLaren they need to start clearing a few cars here. Norris is seventh. Ricciardo out of the points. Albon now pits.
He wished he could have overtaken Alex properly, but he wasn’t complaining as he gained another position. The second stoppers continued, moving his way up to P9. He could breathe a bit now that he was officially in the points. But it was short lived as his friend, former teammate, and mentor had popped up in his rearview, more than two seconds behind, but quickly closing the gap. There were still fifteen laps requiring him to preserve the tires while defending his position.
Sebastian Vettel is gaining a bit on Daniel Ricciardo in tenth place. Ten laps to go.
He almost missed the second Aston Martin in his rearview as Lance passed both of them. He shared Seb’s frustration that they were the sacrificial lambs of their respective teams testing out the one-stop strategy. He was still in the points for now, but Seb was an admirable adversary and with only seven laps left in the race he would not take the position for granted. With officially one second between them, he had to push. They were both on very old tires, but Seb’s were younger.
The two leavees, Ricciardo and Vettel. Vettel’s closing in on Ricciardo, and he’s going to get him in the next lap or so if the current pace keeps up. Five laps to go in the Formula One season, 2022.
And oh my God, what’s this? Hydraulic problem for Hamilton, as you can see as Carlos Sainz passes Lewis who’s still stuck in seventh gear! This might be curtains for Lewis Hamilton this evening. He’s got it down into fifth gear – oh. Oh no, this is disappointing.
As was the nature of racing, he wasn’t going to question his adversary’s misfortune. With a mechanical failure taking Lewis out, he moved back into P9. He was so close to the finish line he could taste it, but Seb was still less than a second behind.
The final lap. He saw the fireworks go off for Max, but he couldn’t lose focus.
Daniel Ricciardo under immense pressure from Sebastian Vettel. This is going to go all the way to the wire.
There’s twelve million dollars on Sebastian Vettel trying to overtake Daniel Ricciardo here, twelve million dollars if they can get extra points at Aston Martin to see if they can get above Alfa Romeo in the Constructor’s Championship. Is it Ricciardo or Vettel? Nineth or tenth? Both drivers leaving as of the end of this season. Ricciardo potentially to go as a reserve driver at Red Bull. Sebastian Vettel waving goodbye to Formula One and giving us thrills and excitement right to the checkered flag! Is he going to get past Daniel Ricciardo? It’s going to be close!
Ricciardo takes that nineth place, Sebastian Vettel scores tenth in his final race! And well, what did he say? “Remember these times, they might not last forever.” Sebastian, thank you. The memories definitely will.
Daniel's jaw unclenched to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in that moved his whole chest, shoulders relaxing. He barely had time to process what he had just accomplished when his engineers came on the radio.
“Yes mate, P9. Good job. Finished in the points. Good stuff, good stuff.”
“Cheers guys, that was, uh, that was fun at the end. Think we did well to hold him off, well done. That was good.”
“Great race buddy. Great overtaking, that was a proper Honey Badger show, that was good.”
He bit his tongue. He could only be so pleasant to the people who had diminished his confidence over the last two years. Having officially crossed the finish line of his last race, he would remain polite and cordial but didn’t feel the need to suck up to them more than he needed to.
“Daniel, could I have Purple Default 64X. And if you could go back to Purple C1.”
He did as he was told, unphased by the short radio congratulations. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when a picture of his win at Monza last year popped up with the rest of the team. The memory of that day came flooding back and the feelings that went along with it. The triumph he finally felt. The renewed sense of hope for what may come with the rest of his tenure with McLaren. The Daniel in the picture had no idea he would basically be kicked out of the sport he loved so much in less than a year. He had no idea he would fall out of love with it, even as he was just starting to get his groove back.
“That’s cool,” he chuckled. “That’s really nice, thank you guys.”
“Cheers buddy. It’s been an honor, Daniel. It’s been an honor, really great good two years.” He hated the lump he felt in his throat. “I know we haven’t always had the results we’ve wanted, but we’ve had some pretty good ones along the way. And uh, I think I speak for everyone on the team when I say how much we’ve all enjoyed working with you.” He swallowed thickly, praying no one had eyes on the front facing camera in the car.
“Yeah, appreciate your efforts. Thank you…Alright, it’s nice to finish in the points. Well done guys. Thank you.” He did his best to switch the conversation back to race at hand, taking away the focus of the gravity and finality of the situation. Looking at it in isolation, away from the totality of the last two years, it was a good race. He continued to drive and wave around the track, doing some donuts here and there, but the gestures felt empty.
“Ok, so into the pit lane, and when you turn the engine off then go to P0. Kill the car and switch everything off.” The back of his eyes began to sting. Switch everything off.
“Understood. Uh, alright guys.” There was so much he wanted to say but he was never good with words, especially not at this moment. “Thank you. I think you know…how much I appreciate your efforts over the last two years. So… thank you.” He tried to keep his tone steady, but felt his voice crack. “And thanks for this display, on Purple C64. Cheers.”
“Yeah, 03 we weren’t really able to use I’m afraid.” He knew the engineers were only talking about the mechanical configurations, but the words felt like a gut punch. They were done with him. There was nothing more that needed to be said.
The feelings he had waited for all day, the ones everyone expected, suddenly hit him like an avalanche. He wanted to get out of the car desperately, but couldn’t do so when he was a mess like this. It was probably the last time for the rest of the night that he would have any time to be by himself with just his thoughts. It was done – and he realized again after taking a few moments to compose himself, maybe for now that was a good thing. What was it Seb had said?
“There are a lot more important things than racing in circles.”
He jumped out of the car, feeling the impact of the gravel below his feet. He stretched his limbs, finally free from the confines of the cockpit and was hit by a wave of relief that washed over him. He was free from expectations, restrictive diets, constant jet lag. Free from McLaren. All he had to do was get into his ugly orange team kit one last time for post-race interviews. He knew he would be asked hard questions, about his past and his future, but he was ready. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and if anything, had many things to be proud of. You’re the only driver to have won in that brick of a car in the last ten years you constantly reminded him. He finished the season on a high, including a great race battle with Seb. He was done hiding, done minimizing.
So he went from interview to interview, unafraid to be honest with himself and the world. It’s ok to admit that he’s had a hard time the last two years, that he’s happy to be taking some time away from the sport and to take care of his mental health.
He slowly made his way back to the McLaren garage as he pushed through the crowd, dodging fans trying to get selfies and autographs, politely declining additional interviews and comments from strangers. In a sea of blurred faces, he spotted you. One of the mechanics had gifted you an extra celebratory cowboy hat and you appeared to be in deep conversation with one of them. Your hands moved around animatedly as you spoke, like they always did when you were passionate about something. The mechanic laughed, and he wondered what joke you had told or whether you had said something unintentionally funny. He found himself smiling, excited to get the answer.
The mechanic noticed him first and waved. He touched your shoulder and pointed in Daniel’s direction. You squinted as you searched the crowd with intense focus. Daniel’s heart nearly exploded when your eyes finally landed on him – you waved eagerly with the biggest, brightest smile on your face that put all the track lights and fireworks to shame.
The mechanic gave him a quick hug and pat on the back first, adding a subtle wink for good measure before walking away, seemingly aware of the need for the two of you to have your own space. For the second time that day, you engulfed each other in a warm, firm hug that perhaps lasted a beat too long. He liked how you perched on your tip toes to get your head as close to the crook of his neck as possible. He liked the feeling of your small, delicate hands on his back. He liked that he could smell your hair products, distinct from the scent of your perfume, sweet florals and jasmine contrasting accents of patchouli and bergamot. He liked you.
“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, you were amazing today,” you gushed.
“Thanks,” he said, knowing that the flush he felt in his cheeks wasn’t from the race.
“How are you feeling now?” you asked sincerely. He took a moment to think on it before answering.
“I’m not sure. Good I think, but tired.”
“That’s valid.”
“How was your day?” It was an innocent question, so he was confused when you laughed. He was just trying to make conversation. “What?”
“You just had your last race of the season and you’re officially getting out of your contract with McLaren tomorrow, and you’re asking me how my day went?” He shrugged.
“I’ve already talked about myself more than enough today. I want to hear about you.” Your laugh lines softened.
“Well, let’s see. I didn’t have to work, I met Usher, and I got to watch my friend’s last F1 race and he kicked so much butt. So I’d say it was pretty great.” His heart skipped a beat. Friend.
“You met Usher?” He glossed over the other stuff, unable to trust himself if you delved any further into the topic.
“Yeah, he was hanging out in the McLaren garage. Did not have that on my 2022 bingo card. But uh…” a sheepish grin grew on your face. “I don’t think he appreciated I kept dropping his lyrics in casual conversation.”
“Oh no,” he laughed, and the smile on your face grew.
“Y’know… just when I thought I said all I could say, he was like…yeah. And he also said -”
“Hold on let me guess,” he said between giggles. “You remind him of a girl he once knew.”
“You know…you would not believe all the things she put him through,” you said, joining him in laughter. He observed you playing with your hands behind your back, your chest puffed slightly, clearly finding great joy in your own corny jokes.
“Maybe if we’re lucky he’ll perform at the McLaren afterparty.” The words rolled off his tongue before he had the chance to think about what he was asking of you. It was one thing to go out with some of the other drivers offsite, but a McLaren sponsored event when you had been their adversary only a short few months ago was less than appropriate.
“You’ll have to let me know.” His heart fell a little, not missing the polite decline of his subtle invitation. He didn’t want to admit how much he truly needed you there. But he was on a roll with this whole honesty thing, so he bore his soul to you.
“I don’t want to go,” he said in a low voice, running an anxious hand through his hair. “I’m tired and I don’t know how I’m supposed to spend the night celebrating with these people. I can barely look half of them in the eye.” He couldn’t remember the last time he had begged for anything. He hoped his plea would be convincing enough, but you only gave him a sympathetic smile.
“You’ll be ok. Lando will be there, and there are plenty of people in your garage that had nothing to do with the decisions Zak or Andrea made. You still have people in your corner. Lots of them. And they want to celebrate with you.” He closed his eyes as you encouragingly rubbed the side of his arm, but finished with a firm pat. “Chin up. You’re almost done.”
Right. The race was only half the battle he would face today. Until the end of the day, he was still an employee of McLaren.
“Will you come pick me up if the kids at school are mean to me?” He always used humor as a defense mechanism, but he hated how much truth there was in the metaphor. You leaned in close to whisper your reassurance, a calm pleasantness in your shadow of a smile. You spoke slowly and deliberately.
“I will commit a felony and make it look like an accident if anyone is mean to you.” He was left grinning from ear to ear when you pulled away, your quiet resolve contagious as he felt his anxiety melt away. “You got this, and I promise I will celebrate with you after everything is signed tomorrow.” You extended your pinky, and he gladly linked his with yours in a solemn vow.
“Fuck ‘em all, yeah?”
“Fuck ‘em all.”
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You sat in bed freshly showered, full body shaved, and facemask on. You felt guilty as hell sending your client off to the lion’s den with no support, so you had gone straight back to the hotel once he was out of sight. There was no need to go to the Amber Lounge or anything, not that you would even be able to get in without Daniel. Besides, you had your own personal Super Bowl tomorrow that you needed to be prepared for. You had ordered room service and shot off a few emails when you heard a knock. You checked the time – it was nearly midnight. You wrapped yourself in the cozy hotel robe for modesty before checking the peephole. To your confusion, but not surprise, you saw Daniel standing by himself in the hallway.
“Hi?” He looked up, admiring your frame in the doorway. You were just as beautiful in a robe and slippers as you were in a LBD and Louboutins. He bit his lip for a moment, clearly holding back a smile.
“Hi. Uh, I think you got something-” he trailed off, lightly brushing the tip of his nose with his finger.
“What? Oh! Fuck. Right.” You turned around to quickly rip the nose strip off your face. You winced, feeling the sting of the adhesive. You did your best to hide your discomfort and embarrassment with a smile when you turned back around. “Sorry about that. You’re back earlier than I thought.”
“Yeah. I figure I showed enough face for the evening. Plus big day tomorrow, right?” You nodded, unsure where this exchange was going as he fidgeted in place. “Also…” he looked around cautiously. “I didn’t want to get caught stealing this.” He pulled a bottle of very expensive champagne from behind his back, proudly presenting it to you. Your jaw dropped and morphed into a giant grin in spite of the arguably illegal activities that had transpired.
“You didn’t…For me?” You grabbed the bottle from him, feelings goosebumps form when your fingers brushed. “Wait. If I accept this, does it make me an accomplice or accessory after the fact?” He chuckled.
“I don’t know, you’re the lawyer. You tell me.” He took a step forward.
“Well. I’m not going to say no to a free drink I suppose,” you said, examining the bottle in your hands. He cleared his throat.
“I figured we could enjoy it after tomorrow – or, I mean, you could enjoy it,” he took another step forward. For reasons unknown, he seemed to lose confidence as the gap between you narrowed.
You looked back up at him, inspecting his condition. Perhaps he was a little tipsy, but he was far from being wasted which you were pleasantly surprised about given his apprehensions going into the evening. It either meant he wasn’t leaning on alcohol to handle his emotions, or he was taking tomorrow’s signing very seriously, or both. Whichever one it was, it demonstrated restraint and growth and you were proud of him for it. Admittedly, you had also been nervous leaving him to his own devices for the evening. You had wanted to go with him, to be there for emotional support. You had relied on the rationale that it was a McLaren sponsored event, but at this point the two of you had a consistent track record of blurring the lines of professionalism and friendship whenever you went out together. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him – you didn’t trust yourself.
But the man standing in front of you was composed and mature (relatively speaking, of course). Perhaps a little nervous, as you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. But nevertheless, even after the emotional, mental, and physical turmoil of the day, he stood before you with respect and poise. Yes, you trusted yourself with him wholeheartedly.
You took a step back, opening the door wider.
“How about we enjoy it now?”
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Does magic play a role in your world? How important is it and under what circumstances is it used?
Galra have antimagic, a force that is to magic what antimatter is to matter. It operates just like magic, except for the fact that if it should encounter magic, the two of them will violently cancel each other out. Most beings in the universe are magic, just as everything in this universe is made up of matter rather than antimatter. Devourers are among the only beings in the universe that employ antimagic.
The Galran magical tradition is actually quite underdeveloped compared with the magical traditions of other cultures, unless we’re talking about the development of bigass antimagical weapons. Despite being the most powerfully antimagical beings in the universe in terms of raw strength, most Galra (including the Fulsa) have a strict code of achieving battle objectives through “open” and “honorable” means, which excludes the use of antimagic in basically any form except for badass weapons. The Galra would be quite powerful with curses if their cultures believed in using them, but such methods are considered cheap, sneaky and dishonorable tactics because they give you a shortcut to winning. Using more positive spells such as spells for love and money are also discouraged, because the Galra have a belief that doing spells to earn those things means you didn’t really earn them; once again much like curses such spellwork is seen as taking a sneaky and underhanded shortcut to getting what you want. Outside weaponry, the main source of magic that’s been developed is direct combat magic--not intangible things like curses, but rather things like the dark magic balls of energy that Haggar fires. And even then, there’s a huge debate about whether those spells are honorable or dishonorable…
TL;DR The Galra have a huge gift and they choose to squander it for such abstract and intangible things as their own fucked up sense of honor. For shame.
How are criminals punished?
One of the oldest legal codes of humanity is “an eye for an eye,” and Galra methods of punishment are the same. In Galra cultures that are more legally structured, we would consider their punishments primeval: cutting off hands as retaliation for theft, cutting out the tongue in retaliation for slander, gouging out the eyes for ogling someone disrespectfully in public…They do love destroying body parts that they think people no longer deserve! Death penalties are equally grisly: death by a thousand slices, death by drawing and quartering (with 4-5 Galra pulling you apart instead of horses), death by boiling alive, and death by any sort of creative method that the ruler provides for.
Most Galra, however, don’t even use that system--they go for a system that’s arguably far worse. In the “honor duel” system, crimes are settled exclusively by, well, honor duels where the wronged party fights the criminal in order to punish them. If the wronged party wins, they get to choose whatever punishment they want for the criminal, no matter how cruel it is or how disproportionate it may seem to the crime. If the criminal wins, however, they are immediately declared innocent no matter what the evidence is they committed it and the wronged party can NEVER complain about the wrong committed EVER FUCKING AGAIN. This doesn’t just apply to things that humans consider crimes--they would apply to what we consider topics of civil cases as well, such as negligence, breach of contract, and defamation. But honestly, given how shitty both possible outcomes are, it’s a lose lose either way.
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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 160 - Face-off (3)
I’ve bought the volumes up to volume 20 and I’ll try to finish volume 16 today
We were left off at Hisoka tricking Killua on meeting the PT in the game
Off to Tsezguerra !
Nice to bargain for a part of the prize money of Tsezguerra ever wins the game. He has a nice headstart. It’s too bad it wasn’t in the anime
Patch of Forest seems like another group event lead by a game master. I wonder how this event can be triggered. Imagine waiting for ten years for someone to challenge you and in the end nobody does and they manage to reach the end of the game anyway.
Let’s go ! ! !
Just some nice panels
Tsezguerra is on board because he isn’t dumb
They have good odds, you can try again and choose a sport that advantages you, your skills and your nen
I love Killua power moves !
JUMP
I like how they notice they can do that just now when the troupe used this back in Yorknew. When Nobunaga reached the third floor, Killua was shocked. Gyo is useful. It’s definitely not Tsezguerra ability but just to showcase his leg strength and aura control.
BOOM SHOCK
to be honest this Tsezguerra is rusty he hasn’t trained in a while and his cautious nature didn’t allow for improvement in a while.
Killua still overall better than Gon at skills that involve enhancement, mostly because he’s also very strong but his aura control is also better since he was better at ryu than Gon.
His proximity to enhancement that was revealed lately is also likely to be involved in there. We know that like Machi he’s a transmuter in the middle of enhancement and transmutation.
Tsezguerra is a liar
Gon is such a kid
Tsezguerra did beach volley, NICE
Goreinu did wrestling, my gaydar is triggered
Killua wants to destroy Bobopo
Barry will do Boxing (i think Barry is cute)
Rodriot must be a manipulator or aware that’s what his opponent will use.
Hisoka soccer juggling is a cheat, like it helps juggling and it’s not like the ball can be pushed by nen too.
Tse and Gon team ! nice
FUCK
Biscuit looks good, did Killua and Gon grow past her height in this arc ? I remember them being all three about the same height
I think Kess is going to do Baseball
2011 Animators were cowards not putting chest hair on this character
Yep he’s fast my dude too bad for you
What will you do ? Teleport a few centimeters to the right ?
Divine script hasn’t been used in a while too, it’s most likely similar to Wing’s script and what’s used on GI ring and inside the game.
Barry is HOT
sorry I need to go the horny jail
Nice for Rodriot and Kess !
Razor knows how to find strong people, he wants a piece of them
Threatening to kill Killua is a bad move
Burns hurt as hell though, understandable but you burnt someone else Bobopo
Killua is a brat and I love it
OOF Breach of contract in GI isn’t fun
OUCH OUCH OUCH
way less damage than in the anime but more gory. At least I can better envision the strength of the ball this way.
Everyone is on edge now
And the fodders are terrified now
1 & 2 - I wonder if the first two are nen spaces if you use gain ?
3- Third could solve water shortages in a small village
4- Fourth is really useful for skin caring, I’d love to try it
5 - Spirited away is just when you want to be alone and at peace, nice too
6 - Liquor spring is for alcoholic
7 - Pregnancy STONE or Gon’s mother, to be honest the theory is perfect Gon was 2 when GI was created so it could have been used during the beta test phase. Only Ging would try it for the fun of it anyway. Does it mean it makes a kid through parthogenesis, Gon isn’t a clone so that seems logical or does it use random genes for the second part or from someone you like ? or at random around you ?
Also since we will never have info on Gon’s mom, it’s the best thing we’ll ever have
8 - Mystery pond could save species, too bad it only works on fish, I wonder how it defines fish, technically terrestrial vertebrates are fish so you could duplicate humans in there too.
9 - Tree of Plenty could also deal with food shortages in one place
I’ll continue later tonight. I know with the latest chapters I haven’t continued the GI arc in a while but in two weeks with the return of hiatus x hiatus, I’ll be back to a more consistent liveblog
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New Family Law Act
A conduct order might, for instance, cease a party from submitting repetitive applications that misuse the court docket course of, tell a celebration to attend a counselling program, or say how and when events should communicate with one another. If the child support service is unable to make a calculation decision on a assist software that has been forwarded to it, the family law act kid support service must return the support application to the designated authority, who must then file it with the Manitoba court underneath subsection . A provision in a wedding contract or cohabitation agreement respecting the right to decision-making accountability or parenting time with respect to children is not enforceable in Ontario. R.S.O. 1990, c.
You may also want to view our presentation on the modifications to the Divorce Act. This discourages reporting somebody to achieve a brief advantage or out of spite, and it removes the necessity to instantly make an almost-certainly untimely courtroom application to restore parenting time while an investigation is on-going, which is prone to fail. It saves each parties money, but also saves valuable court docket time and taxpayer assets by allowing events to be extra patient with the method. Though s. 211 reports are ordered by a judge, it’s essential to grasp that these stories aren't paid for by the courts.
Part 9 of the Act deals with safety orders that can restrain a family member from speaking with, following, or going near another member of the family, or from possessing weapons. These are discussed first. The Minister of Justice may set fees for the purpose and administration of this Act. Generally to offer effect to the aim of this Act. Matters underneath this Act that are heard in the Trial Division could additionally be ruled by the Divorce Rules of the Supreme Court of Newfoundland and Labrador or the Rules of the Supreme Court, 1986, with the required modifications. An order for help underneath this Part may be enforced beneath the Support Orders Enforcement Act, 2006.
One facet of the brand new Québec law has been questioned, nevertheless, and that's the tendency to delegate discretion to courts instead of to individuals. For instance, a minor who needs to marry will, sooner or later, ask the court docket and not his dad and mom for permission. A one that recordsdata a doc for the primary time in a proceeding should provide information to the family court officer by which the family courtroom officer or a party might contact either family law act the individual or counsel who represents the person. Anson v. Anson, , 10 B.C.L.R. 357 (Co. Ct.) for a dialogue of custody and guardianship). For probably the most part, the idea of guardianship issues matters regarding the parenting of children and contains the right to direct the kid's well being, training, education or faith, and to be consulted and procure info from third parties related to those issues.
Vancouver-based family lawyer Kendra Ashton says if the man within the videos breached a safety order, police had grounds to arrest him. The term “spouse” is defined in one of two ways. A spouse is somebody who's married to the sufferer or someone who cohabitated with them constantly for no less than three years.
One of these worldwide treaties is the Hague Apostille Convention, which creates a common process of authenticating international documents. The Government of Saskatchewan strives to safeguard the best pursuits of youngsters and implement laws that improves the lives of families in our province. Whaley Estate Litigation represents surviving spouses, property trustees, beneficiaries, and others in Family Law Act elections and different claims by surviving spouses. A abstract of the model new legal guidelines is available here if you have associates, family, or property in British Columbia. Parental alienation and estrangement are distinct ideas.
Compares federal, provincial, and territorial legislation. Any civil or felony proceeding, order, situation, or measure that's related to the safety, safety and well-being of the child. Please observe, nevertheless, that we can't family law act interpret the data to apply it to a particular situation. 16 of the DA additionally units out that the best interests of the kid is the one consideration.
It is a priority for CBC to create an net site that is accessible to all Canadians together with individuals with visible, listening to, motor and cognitive challenges. But as Ashton notes, protection orders aren't a assure. A CBC investigation discovered that a minimum of 36 Canadians killed by their partners between 2015 and 2020 had court-ordered protection against their abusers. Vancouver police say that is exactly what happened in the Trout Lake arrest last week when the man's former partner reached out to inform them he had breached his bail situations and a safety order. If someone disobeys a safety order, a victim can name police to tell them, and police can act immediately to implement the order by issuing an arrest warrant.
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No work, no income: Non-compete restraint bars employee from competitor job
A court has stopped a senior manager from taking up a role with a competitor until after the expiration of paid “gardening leave” plus a 9 month post-termination non-compete restraint due to the risk of escape of confidential information.
David McMurchy was the top man for Employsure’s small business personnel management product, BrightHR.
His June 2019 contract required the giving of three months’ notice of termination and included a post-employment restraint preventing him taking up a role with a competitor. It specified cascading durations from which the most appropriate period could be chosen namely 12, 9, 6 or 3 months.
It also required that he not be engaged – while performing his role – in any outside employment that might hinder or otherwise interfere with the performance of his duties.
In December 2020 McMurchy accepted a role with Elmo – an Employsure competitor – to manage the roll out of that company’s brand new Breathe HR product.
He purported to give four weeks’ notice of termination of employment.
He also passed over contact details for Arumugam Kumaran – a senior inbound sales consultant at Employsure – who signed up with Elmo in January 2021 and offered to supply other names to assist the company’s recruitment drive.
Recognising that the employer-employee bond was irretrievably broken, Employsure gave McMurchy three months’ notice of termination in January 2021 and directed he stay offsite but be available to respond to queries and perform duties as requested under the “gardening leave” provisions of his contract.
It then commenced proceedings in the NSW Supreme Court to enforce the confidentiality obligations and non-compete restraints in his employment contract and that of Kumaran.
Justice John Sackar was asked to rule the three-month notice period in McMurchy’s contract and the post-termination restraint that applied to both were reasonable and enforceable.
He concluded that a restraint of 9 months was reasonable but in McMurchy’s case the mandatory three month notice period should be accounted for as part of the total duration.
He also ruled that McMurchy had breached his employment terms by inducing his co-worker to end his work with Employsure and providing confidential employee contact details to his new boss.
Both employees appealed the validity of the non-compete restraints and the reasonableness of their duration.
Justice Fabian Gleeson – in delivering the lead judgment of the court – noted that Employsure had a legitimate interest in protecting confidential information that could come into a competitor’s hands to its detriment.
To that end, an employee non-compete restraint that operated after an employee’s departure was enforceable.
He also agreed with the primary judge that a 9 month period – i.e. six months from the end of the notice period – was appropriate in McMurchy’s case given his managerial status and detailed knowledge of the product against which he intended to compete.
Although the reasonableness should be considered prospectively at the time the restraint is entered into, it was not to be interpreted having regard only to competitors that existed at the date of entry into of the employment contract.
Rather, the parties’ agreement that the restraint would be triggered only if there was competitor at the date of termination recognised the possibility that a rival might come into existence at a later time.
A restraint to protect against misuse of confidential information was also reasonable in Mr Kumaran’s case but because his client facing role did not expose him to the same level of confidential information, 9 months was unreasonable.
“The finding was irreconcilable with the related finding that much of the information to which Mr Kumaran was exposed would no longer be in his memory”.
“Given the nature of his low-level position and duties, the currency of any confidential information obtained by Mr Kumaran would be short-lived,” Justice Gleeson observed. The validity of a shorter term provided for in the cascading restraint – ie 3 months or 6 months – was not considered because Employsure did not mount any alternative argument to that effect.
The court also found that the restraint of trade provisions that applied during the their employment with Employsure, were also valid.
McMurchy v Employsure Pty Ltd; Kumaran v Employsure Pty Ltd [2022] NSWCA 201 Gleeson JA Leeming JA Kirk JA, 11 October 2022 Read case
from Blog – QLD Business + Property Lawyers https://qldbusinesspropertylawyers.com.au/blog/no-work-no-income-non-compete-restraint-bars-employee-from-competitor-job/
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