#parental responsibility

[universejunction]

Parental investment repayment plan (source)

[learningfromlosing]

The awkward pain of seeing a family on television. The odd despair of hearing laughter. The confusion of having your own parents prefer not to be around even when you're in the hardest situation you've ever been in. Never understanding how they could possibly be living their life without having it control their thoughts like it does yours. Not being able to comprehend how your well being isn't constantly weighing them down like it's weighing you down. The isolation you feel when you have no idea what to do and you can't ask for help because it's never been there. Or it's been there before and it's been depleted. The yearning for the family who's never considered you to be in theirs. The shame of being told it would be better if you weren't there. The heartbreak of a parent telling you dying was the only thing you could ever do for them. The anxiety of ever talking about it with others. The burden of worrying you're making it seem worse than it is. The pressure of feeling like you need to get over it without any closure.

[skellybonesandtrees]

Wow how did i never hear about this case? I'm so conflicted.

[fiercemillennial]

A Mother's Choice: Nuances and Questions in the Michigan School Shooting Verdict

The Crumbley verdict raises critical questions about parental accountability in school shootings. Let's discuss the legal and societal implications for ensuring safer schools. #SchoolSafety #LegalPrecedents #ChangeTheNarrative #FierceForce #ChangeMakers #FierceMillennial

Jennifer Crumbley’s conviction marks a historic moment, but the conversation around parental responsibility for gun violence continues The recent conviction of Jennifer Crumbley, mother of Ethan Crumbley, the perpetrator of the Oxford High School shooting in Michigan, sparked national debate. This historic first, holding a parent directly accountable for their child’s gun violence, raises…

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Frankenstein continues his efforts to persuade biologists to accept parental responsibility, this time in a British cartoon from the Guardian, which accompanied an article on regulations for genetic manipulation.

"Frankenstein's Footsteps: Science, Genetics and Popular Culture" - Jon Turney

[seemabhatnagar]

"Father's Duty Prevails: Court Affirms Father's Responsibility to Support Children Despite Mother's Employment"

In this case the High Court of Jammu & Kashmir and Ladakh emphasized that a father's obligation to support his children does not diminish simply because the mother is employed. This ruling arose from a case where the petitioner, a father, challenged an order requiring him to pay maintenance to his minor children.

Petitioners v. Respondents

Crl M(M) 443/2024

Before the High Court of Jammu & Kashmir at Laddakh

Heard by Hon'ble Mr. Justice Sanjay Dhar J

Background of the Case

The respondents, represented by their mother, had filed a petition under Section 125 Cr.P.C. before the Chief Judicial Magistrate in Budgam, alleging that their father (the petitioner) had treated their mother with cruelty and neglected to maintain them. As a result, they were dependent on their mother's earnings as a teacher.

The mother claimed that the petitioner, a technical engineer who had worked in Saudi Arabia, had the financial resources to support his children but chose not to. Despite his qualifications and past employment, he neglected his responsibilities, forcing the children to rely solely on their mother’s income for their education, food, and shelter.

Proceedings and Court Observations

The petitioner initially contested the allegations, arguing that he was a caring father and had paid for the children’s school fees and other expenses, but he was currently jobless. He also claimed that he had handed over all his earnings from Saudi Arabia to the mother, who had purchased property in her name. Additionally, he argued that since the mother was a government teacher with sufficient income, the responsibility of maintaining the children should not fall solely on him.

Despite filing objections, the petitioner failed to consistently attend the court proceedings, leading to an ex-parte decision on 23.08.2023. The trial magistrate, after evaluating the evidence, concluded that the children were neglected by the petitioner and unable to support themselves. Consequently, the court ordered the petitioner to pay a monthly maintenance of Rs. 4500 each to the children.

The petitioner then filed a revision petition, which was dismissed by the Principal Sessions Judge, Budgam. The petitioner contended that his income of Rs. 12,000 per month made it impossible for him to pay the ordered maintenance, especially as he also had to support his ailing parents. He also reiterated that the mother’s income should absolve him from this responsibility.

High Court’s Ruling

Justice Sanjay Dhar of the High Court dismissed the petitioner’s arguments, reaffirming that both legal and moral obligations bind the father to maintain his children, irrespective of the mother’s earnings. The court noted several key points:

Legal and Moral Duty: The father’s obligation to support his minor children is not negated by the fact that their mother has an income.

Financial Resources: The petitioner, a qualified engineer who had previously worked in Saudi Arabia, failed to provide evidence supporting his claim that he had no current income or that he had given all his earnings to the mother.

Evidence: The petitioner did not effectively rebut the evidence presented by the respondents regarding his financial status.

The High Court dismissed the case of the Petitioner-Father as the petition lacked merit and the Court upheld the maintenance order, of the Trial Magistrate ensuring that the father fulfills his responsibility towards his children despite the mother’s employment. This judgment underscores that a father's duty to provide for his children remains paramount and cannot be circumvented by the financial status of the mother.

Seema Bhatnagar

[sharkspez]

Title: 🍼🍼🍼

No way in the world would I be doing justice to my child's future by depriving them of safety and a good education, yet blow hundreds of thousands on "that life" for clout.

[varunamatya]

The Hidden Suffering of Children: A Call to Action

Introduction Children around the world are enduring unimaginable suffering. From poverty and malnutrition to the horrors of war and neglect, their innocent lives are marred by pain and hardship. These young souls, often seen in torn clothes and with haunted eyes, are trapped in a cycle of despair that profoundly affects their mental and emotional well-being. As a global society, we must confront…

[ukdamo]

Bicuspid

Clemonce Heard

Of course the moment your parents mentally divorce a baby gap appears between your two front teeth. Then not before long your four canines follow suit the way a pack of puppies might follow a child home one afternoon—the half-eaten lunch in their book sack crushed to unleash the mutt version of myrrh. Finally, your molars & premolars no longer thirst to slumber on the same cot, so branch off to sofas, the floor, even wising up to comfort themselves in dirt. So your poor parents, to save your gums from hardening the way plaque steels the arteries, grief, the heart, your parents are forced to break the bank on turquoise braces for however many years it takes for your smile to straighten itself out like the curve of a swing when the sky plops down. They must split the payments until your sore mouth no longer doubts its separation. Your tastebuds chained beneath and behind the fence your parents went Dutch on like their first dates. The masseter carrying all the bells & more whistle than master. & your tongue in its lunacy pawing at every ivory picket for its escape.

[nwoko-solomon]

Teenagers and Sunday School, the Secret of Teaching Teenagers

IntroductionSunday School is teaching and learning activities that take place in the church. Just like in saccular learning where every subject has a major textbook, so it is in Sunday school. The major textbook in Sunday school is the Bible, and the sub-textbook is the Sunday school manual. The learning activities in Sunday school deal with man and his relationship with God his Maker, his…

[guardian-of-da-gay]

eventual Mama's boy

[starlightseraph]

obsessed with them.

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Writing Prompt #5

Damian does not glance back at Bruce when he knocks on the door. Instead they both wait in silence.

After a moment, the door opens.

"Hello," Jasmine, Jazz, Fenton greets politely, unsurprised to find the Waynes on her doorstep. Damian's expression grows ever darker at this revelation.

"Hello Ms. Fenton, are your parents home?" Bruce asks, placing a firm hand on Damian's shoulder, to ground as much as to restrain. To his credit he does not shake it off.

"No, they're out of town for a conference," the eighteen year-old says, opening the door wider. "But I think you'd better come in."

Bruce would normally decline, but Ms. Fenton is a legal adult and he has already, even unknowingly, waited 16 years. Damian makes the choice for him, striding past the threshold.

"Please take a seat," Jazz says as she leads them to the living room. She ignores Damian's swinging head as he takes in the home. It is deceptively large, a 90s style house filled with modern furniture. The walls are bright, with purple and green accents that would normally feel garish but somehow work. The stairs leading to the second floor are lined with family photos that Bruce yearns to take a closer look at. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"

"No, that's alright, thank you," Bruce says, taking a seat on the long plush couch. A men's windbreaker lies haphazardly thrown across one of the arms. A closed container of Oreo cookies sit on the coffee table next to a physics textbook open to chapter 16, half covered in highlighter and filled with sticky notes. There's a child's painting framed next to the tv, a handprint made to look like a thanksgiving turkey in bright blue.

For the home of experimental scientists, it is cozy and well lived-in.

Damian repeatedly glances at the stairs through the doorway.

Bruce clears his throat. "We were hoping to--"

"I've texted--oh, I'm sorry," Jazz says, having spoken at the same time. Bruce gestures for her to go on.

"I've contacted Danny, he should be here soon. He was out with some friends." Jazz explains. As she hadn't pulled out a phone in their presence, Bruce can only deduce they have some sort of camera at their front door. This also explains Ms. Fenton's complete lack of surprise at their appearance.

"So you know who we are." Damian says, the first words he's spoken since they arrived at the house and the longest sentence he's spoken since they arrived in Amity Park.

"I do," Jazz says, calm in the face of Damian's clearly simmering anger. Bruce trusts him not to attack Ms. Fenton, but he still watches him carefully.

"He told you about me," Damian says. It is the same question, but it is also not.

"He did," Jazz says.

Damian swallows. "I see," he grits out.

Jazz's neutrality slips and her face softens in sympathy. "Damian," she starts hesitantly, but before she can say anything else the front door opens.

A moment later Bruce's son walks through the doorway, and Damian is on him.

This is what Bruce hoped to prevent, but despite his numerous checks of Damian's luggage his son has still managed to smuggle a small dagger, which he now produces and swings in a calculated arc at Daniel Fenton's jugular.

Danny dodges cleanly, and dodges every swipe thereafter in a manner that speaks to continued practice long after his time at the League. Damian is a perfect product of his training, but it is up against Danny his flaws come to light. He is just as good as he always was, but Danny is better.

In a matter of seconds Damian grows frustrated and sloppy in his attacks, completely atypical for him. Danny takes Damian out at the knees and pins him down with one arm, pressing his face into the carpet.

"Calm down," he orders. His voice is deeper than Damian's at sixteen to his twelve, the accent that still traces Damian's words completely gone from his speech. Damian growls and thrusts his head back into Danny's face, meeting it with a sharp thunk. He rolls up as Danny recoils, putting distance between them. Danny glares at him from several steps away, hand to his forehead. Damian tosses the dagger into his other hand as he charges, and to Bruce's surprise Danny does nothing more than turn his face to the side, allowing Damian to draw a sharp line down his cheek.

Damian stops dead in his tracks.

"Are you done?" Danny asks, blood beginning to pool at the seam of the cut.

Damian's expression is stricken, eyes stuck on the blood starting to drip down his brother's face.

"I said, are you done, Damian?" Danny asks. His voice is cold.

Damian hears him this time, and he flushes red. "I--you--"

Danny sighs. He looks at Jazz, whose expression is back to carefully controlled.

"Are you alright?" he asks her. She nods.

"You left me," Damian accuses, standing there holding his bloody dagger limply.

Danny turns back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"You left me," Damian repeats louder, rapidly blinking.

"Yes. I did." Danny provides no excuse nor any explanation. His stance is unyielding.

Damian's eyes bounce wildly, shifting to Jazz and Danny slides smoothly in front of her, protectively. He looks at Damian warily, not as if he is his brother, but as if he is a danger. Damian flinches.

Hope is the last to die, Bruce thinks, watching as that last bit of hope Damian had is extinguished, the knowledge working its way through every inch of his body like ice in his veins. His eyes darken. He turns and runs from the room, the front door slamming shut not a moment later.

Jazz stands up, pulling a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. She presses them to Danny's face, cupping his cheek until he holds it himself. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit," she says gently. It is a thinly veiled excuse to leave them alone, and Bruce is grateful for it as she heads for the stairs.

They both wait until her footsteps have faded, taking each other in. Bruce looks at his mother's eyes and the sharp turn of Talia's nose. Damian's everything, four years older.

"You shouldn't have come here," Danny says, throwing himself on the armchair Jazz has just vacated.

"You know who I am," Bruce says carefully.

Danny glares. "I've kept your secret. She nor my parents know."

"I know," Bruce says. "That's not what I meant. You know who I am. And who I pretend to be. So you know I am familiar with masks."

"And?" Danny asks, looking vaguely bored.

"And so I can recognize when someone is wearing one. Damian will too, once he's calmed down."

Danny's expression sharpens. "No, he won't. Because you are going to go to back to whatever bed and breakfast you're staying in, pack up, hop in your private jet and fly him back to Gotham immediately before the League realizes you've gone. If they haven't already," he mutters.

"This is about the League then," Bruce says. "Do you not believe I can protect you?"

"I don't need your protection," Danny snaps, and watches Bruce actively extrapolate with a dawning resignation. "So this is the World's Greatest Detective at work," he says, slumping bonelessly into his chair, the first teenager-y thing he's done.

"Damian's in danger from the League," Bruce says. Danny glares from his slump. It's almost cute. "And as long as the League doesn't know about you, he's safe."

"Draw your own conclusions," Danny says, baring his teeth. Damian often makes the same face. "As long as you leave."

"I can protect him. I can protect you both," Bruce says. "Let me help you."

Danny closes his eyes. He centers his breathing in an exercise someone has clearly walked him through in the past. Bruce would bet money on the adoptive sister waiting patiently upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne. You are not my father," he says. "My trust in you extends to the point that I left Damian in your care, but that is where it ends. And that was when it was sanctioned by the League. By coming here you have endangered those sanctions."

Bruce disregards the sting, doubling down on his analysis. Talia had left Damian with Bruce well after Danny had left the League. But Danny speaks as if the decision had been his.

Or perhaps, Bruce realizes, it is not that Danny decided upon it, but that Danny allowed it to continue.

Bruce takes a second to review what Oracle had gone over with him before they left for Amity. Daniel Fenton had by all accounts, since leaving the League, lived a fairly normal life. His adoptive parents were eccentric scientists dabbling in the occult but their findings that bordered pseudoscience circulated a very niche community of like-minded eccentrics. The bulk of their income came from alternative energy, a more viable source of study that they'd veered harder into in the past year or so, a government contract with the EPA currently in the works. This had in part funded a vacation to an all-inclusive resort the family had taken that past summer.

Danny received average grades in school, above average in science and mathematics, declining sharply in his freshman year and sophomore year before evening out around the second semester. He had gotten into fights repeatedly with one student in particular, suspended for two weeks following an incident that resulted in a the student receiving a black eye. Teachers reported him to be highly intelligent but distracted and removed. They had recommended he be evaluated for an attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He had no social media. He had missed multiple picture days. The ones he had attended he was sneezing, or a blur of movement, even going so far as to fall off his stool, legs flailing. Bruce had drank up every last one as Barbara had waited patiently.

A normal life. A family vacation to Bermuda. Average grades.

His freshman year, distracted and removed. The same year Damian had arrived at Bruce's home. Masks upon masks.

"You have informants within the League," Bruce says. Danny, to his credit, has no discernible tell. But there is no other explanation. "What will you do, if they find out you are alive?"

"That is none of your concern," Danny says, but he might as well be saying whatever I have to.

He never stopped practicing, after all.

"If they go after Damian, it is my concern."

"And that is why you need to take Damian back to Gotham before they do." Danny says. "I will take care of it."

Damian had barely spoken since he had realized Danyal was alive. But Bruce had seen the reverence in his eyes as he looked at the file.

"الوريث الصحيح" he had murmured. The rightful heir.

"You are proposing going after the entirety of the League with no backup," Bruce says. "Even if you think they won't kill you, you won't win either."

"Maybe they will," Danny says lightly. "Kill me. That would also work."

Bruce inhales sharply. "Danny," he starts.

"Go home, Mr. Wayne," Danny says, pushing himself up with one hand. The other still clutches the wad of tissue to his cheek, partially soaked with blood. "Go take care of your son."

"I'll go," Bruce says, "I'll take him to the Watchtower. And then I'll come back."

"Mr. Wayne-"

"I should've come for you," Bruce interrupts. "Sixteen years ago. I should've come for you."

Danny's brow furrows. "You had no idea I existed."

"But if I had. I would've come. I never would've left you there. And now that I know, I am not leaving you now."

For the first time Bruce watches Danny be completely caught off guard. He openly gapes at Bruce.

"You would've died," Danny lands on, voice thin. "They would've killed you."

"Unlike you, I would've brought backup." Bruce says, mimicking Danny's lightness.

He's lying. Sixteen years ago he would've thrown himself at the League to save his newborn son without a plan, without a thought beyond rescuing his baby.

Danny barks out a laugh. "You would've laid siege to Nanda Parbat with The Big Blue Boy Scout?" he looks wistful. "That would've been rad."

Bruce sees his opening. "Danny," he stands, eye to eye with his son. "Let me help you."

Danny evaluates him. "The Batman," he says softly. "I didn't want you to come, then. I didn't need one more person I had to prove myself to. All I wanted was to live amongst the stars, in the quiet of the cosmos."

"You want to be an astronaut," Bruce says. At Danny's cocked head, he says without shame, "I read your essay on personal heroes. You wrote about Edward White. Ad Astra Per Aspera."

Danny smiles slightly, sadly. "It is a rough road."

"You can be whatever you want to be," Bruce says. "I won't stand in your way."

"Even if I want to be Danny Fenton?" he asks.

"Even then."

Danny sighs. "I don't need your help Bruce," he says. "No," he says as Bruce opens his mouth. He pulls the wad of tissues away from his cheek. Underneath the splotches of dried blood the gash in his face has cleanly knit itself together, a faint white line now all that remains.

"I don't need your help," he says clearly. He holds a palm forward, and a green fire grows from its center, until the flames are licking delicately up his fingers.

"I know The Batman does not kill. But I am not a Robin. I am something else entirely," Danny says, his eyes reflecting the green of the flames. Or not, as he looks up at Bruce, his eyes green all on their own. They are sad. This is why he stayed away, Bruce realizes. Not out of fear. Danny is not afraid. Danny is tired.

But for his brother, Danny will wake up.

"And If the League takes one step towards Damian, I will raze them to the ground."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

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[worm-on-my-way]

timmy no...

[imagine-too-many-books]

Imagine Annabeth and Percy have a kid early, unplanned and it kinda fucks with their finances so Percy drops out of school to get a job so he can care for the kid and support Annabeth in school. At first he gets a job teaching kids sword fighting but then he hears about underwater welding which pays well because it’s dangerous but Percy is a child of the sea so it’s much less so for him. His boss is even willing to give him flexible hours which means Annabeth doesn’t have to take their kid to class anymore and they can actually afford daycare (why does is it the price of a mortgage nowadays???). A huge financial burden is lifted and Percy doesn’t mind the work so it’s good all the way around.

Fast forward to when Annabeth is done her masters in architecture and lands a job at a top firm. They’ve got savings and have Annabeth’s income to rely on. Percy heads back to school and finishes a degree in marine biology, going on to research some really niche topics like how underwater welding impacts the environment and shifting from there until he’s a well known expert in the field.

Just them finding their way. Supporting each other and landing on their feet no matter what