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Radio Silence | Chapter Five

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

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Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren't quirks, they're survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, detailed meltdown on-page, angst.

Notes — Another double update, go me! PSA: Our Amelia has a bit of a difficult time in this one. Take care of yourselves x

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2019

WhatsApp Groupchat — The 2019 F1 Grid

Charles L. I have found an iPad in Ferrari hospitality. It is engraved with the initials A.B. Any ideas?

Lewis H. Does it have a bunny sticker on it?

Charles L. Yes!

Lewis H. That’s Amelia’s, then.

Lando N. lol I’ll come get it just gimme 10 mins im in a debrief rn 

Charles L. Sure no problem Amelia is Zak Brown’s daughter, yes?

George R. Yeah mate The smart one.

Sebastian V. Haha. She is the one Binotto wants? Brown hair, pretty smile?

Lando N. Bro.

Lewis H. @Sebastian — Mattia has tried to get her to Ferrari?

Sebastian V. Yes. He’s offered her some very lucrative opportunities. She has so far turned all of them down.

Carlos S. She’s loyal to McLaren. Leave her to us, yes?

Valtteri B. But if she ever decided to go elsewhere, Mercedes would make sense.

Lewis H. Yeah obviously 👍🏻

Lando N. ????????????

Lance S. If she was offered a million dollars to fix the Racing Point car, do you think she’d take it? Not a hypothetical. My dad wants to know.

Max V. Money won’t work. You forget she’s already the child of a millionaire.

Lance S. Damn it.

Kimi R. Is this the child always in Norris’ garage?

Lando N. Don’t call her a child we are literally the same age

Kimi R. That does not change the fact

Daniel R. But seriously, why was she even in Ferrari hospitality in the first place?

Max V. Ice cream.

Lando N. Ice cream 

Lewis H. Ice cream.

Sebastian V. I can confirm she was here for ice cream. Pistachio, specifically.

Charles L. I cannot believe I’ve still never met her. Is she really so smart?

Lando N. Yes.

Pierre G. Absolutely.

Max V. Smarter than you are capable of comprehending, Charles.

Charles L. Then I suppose I will just have to charm her into accepting Mattia’s offer 😌

Lando N. I will put in the wall, Leclerc.

Charles L. Oh! You are together with her, Lando? I didn’t know!

Lando N. No, we’re not together.

Charles L. Then I am confused.

Max V. Her father has practically forbade them from dating. Total nonsense if you ask me.

Carlos S. They are dating.

Daniel R. @Carlos 😳😳😳

Lando N. @Carlos NO WE ARE NOT STOP SAYING THAT

Sergio P. Mucho defensive…

Carlos S. He wrote his race number on her shoes.

Lando N. So what? That means nothing.

Daniel R. Oh brother….

Max V. Yeah, sorry, I can’t even back you on that one Lando. That’s a lot.

Kimi R. My wife had my number stitched into her shoes. We got married six months later.

George R. So Kimi is saying you’re basically engaged, bro.

Lewis H. Let’s stop talking about this. Before Lando has a full on meltdown.

Charles L. Too late. He has arrived for the iPad with a terrible attitude. 

Lando N. I hate all of you.

— 

Subject: Workplace Conduct Reminder – Inclusivity & Respect at McLaren

From: HR Department To: All McLaren Racing Staff Date: [Sunday, post-race, 10:42 PM]

Dear Team,

As the season continues and tensions rise both on and off the track, we’d like to take a moment to remind everyone of McLaren’s core values — collaboration, respect, and inclusion.

We are incredibly proud of the diversity across our team, from engineering to strategy, operations to communications. Every person is here because they bring something exceptional to the table — and that includes our colleagues who may experience or perceive the world differently than others.

We ask that all team members remain mindful of the following:

Neurodiversity is not a barrier — it is an asset. Please be conscious of language and behaviour that may unintentionally alienate or diminish the contributions of individuals who may process things differently. This includes members of our extended team, trusted advisors, and collaborators who work closely with us — regardless of job title or official role.

“Vibes” are not a metric — Judging someone’s energy, personality, or communication style is not only unprofessional but also unfair. Everyone representing or contributing to McLaren, formally or informally, deserves respect.

Support one another — Whether someone wears McLaren orange full-time or contributes behind the scenes, everyone here plays a part in our collective success.

Rumours are not culture — Let’s keep paddock gossip out of professional spaces. If you have concerns, we encourage you to speak directly to your manager or HR.

This message is not in response to any one incident but rather a gentle pit stop reminder: our team functions best when everyone feels seen, heard, and safe.

If you have any questions or want to speak to someone in confidence, please feel free to reach out to HR directly. We’re here to help.

Kind regards, The McLaren Racing HR Team [hr@mclarenracing.co.uk]

— 

iMessage — 11:40pm

Lando Yo, did you see the email?

Carlos Sí.

Lando Kinda hardcore. Glad Zak did something 

Carlos Somebody said something to Amelia?

Lando Yeah someone in PR idk I feel like I should know more about her stuff I feel stupid tho. Like I don’t know anything. Just that she’s Amelia yano 

Carlos I did some reading. Come to my hotel room. We eat pizza. I will teach you what I know and we can google the rest.

Lando Legend. Thanks, mate.

— 

The course he took her to wasn’t flashy — quiet, tucked away, the kind of place her dad’s friends would never be caught dead in. That was intentional. They weren’t exactly hiding their… friendship, but they weren’t trying to advertise it either.

Amelia stared down at the club he’d handed her like it was a piece of martian debris.

“This is very stupid,” she muttered. “Pointless, really.”

“It is,” Lando agreed, his lips twitching. “Just hit the ball.”

She squinted at the tiny white ball he’d settled on the grass in front of her. “Is it supposed to just… go?”

“Yes.”

“Like in a line?” she clarified, glancing at him.

He shrugged. “In theory.”

She swung. Missed.

Lando clapped anyway. “Incredible form. I’ve never seen such calculated failure.”

“It was bad,” she said seriously. “I didn’t hit the ball. I made a hole in the grass, Lando.” She stared down at the muddy crater with quiet horror.

He just gave her an encouraging nod, gesturing for her to try again.

She sighed, feeling the beginning of a stress rash creep along her neck. But she tried again. And that time, she hit it — not far, just a lazy roll across the grass — but enough to surprise herself. Lando caught the way her eyes widened, saw the exact moment the thrill overtook her frustration.

He didn’t say anything. Just handed her another ball.

They kept going like that for a while — her slowly getting the hang of it, him slipping in dumb jokes and patient explanations between swings. She never asked for help, but he noticed how closely she watched every move he made. Her eyes, always sharp, always calculating.

Eventually, she dropped to the grass with a dramatic sigh and said, “Why do people think this is relaxing? I’m hot and my legs are tired.”

Lando chuckled and sat beside her, kicking his legs out long. “I think it’s relaxing. Your dad likes it.”

“I don’t want to talk about my dad. It makes me stressed.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

She pulled at a blade of grass, rolled it between her fingers. “He told me again that it would be better if I stayed away from you. He said it would make things easier. For me. For you. For the team.” She continued. 

Lando let the silence sit for a moment before asking, his voice quiet and slightly unsure. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I want him to not worry. I want him to trust me. I want…” She hesitated, frowning at the grass. “I want to feel like I can make my own choices without feeling like I might wreck everything.” 

“You’re not wrecking anything,” Lando said. He tapped the ground next to her leg and she glanced at him, blinking. “I like hanging out with you.” He told her. 

She didn’t say anything, just flicked the blade of grass from her fingers and looked at the trees that surrounded the course. “I don’t know what I feel yet,” she said finally. “Toward you, I mean. But I know that I have liked this. Today. Not the golf. Being with you.”

Lando grinned — couldn’t help himself. Probably looked like a right knob, but he didn’t care. “Want to keep playing?” He asked. 

She gave him a look. “I might get fined for ruining so much of their grass.”

He handed her another ball. Shrugged. Smirked. “It’s fine. I make a lot of money.” 

She rolled her eyes.

— 

Amelia shut her bedroom door with more force than she meant to and leaned against it, breath caught high in her chest like she’d just ran a marathon. Her bag hit the floor. Her hands were shaking.

She didn’t know why. Except; she did.

Her body was full of something too big. Too much. A knot of heat and noise and confusion that had no exit. It felt like all the inside parts of her were pressing outward, like she might split open if she didn't stay still.

She pressed her palms hard into her eyes like she could push it all back in. But it was already too late. The thoughts were everywhere; spilled oil, tangled cords, static static static. Her brain wouldn’t quiet down. Wouldn’t give her space to think.

She’d had a good day. That was the worst part. 

Lando had been good.

He never looked at her like she was difficult. He didn’t act like she was hard work. When she didn’t catch onto something the first time, he just explained again. No sighing. No staring. No pretending. Things weren’t easy with him, not exactly, but they were lighter. Easier.

She sat hard on her bed and the tears came without warning; fast, silent, relentless.

She didn’t cry often. Usually she just shut down. Usually the wall slammed down before anything could spill out. But this time everything had slipped past it, and now she was sobbing, but it didn’t even feel like crying. It felt like her whole nervous system had shattered.

A knock at the door.

“Amelia?” her mum’s voice, soft. “We just got back. Can I come in?”

She didn’t answer. Just turned her face away and wiped at it, even though the tears kept falling. Her skin was already stinging. Her chest was tight.

The door creaked open.

“I’m not upset,” Amelia said fast, panicked. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know why I feel like this. No. I do. I do. I just don’t know what to do with it. And I don’t want to talk about it—except I do. I do, I just—” She broke off, swallowing hard.

Her mum sat on the edge of the bed, calm. Grounding.

“I went out with Lando today,” Amelia said, too fast. “To play golf. His idea. He said we should do something fun. So I did. And it was fun. I didn’t freak out or embarrass myself. I didn’t ruin it. I didn’t ruin it.”

She dug her nails into her palms. Her face was blotchy and sore.

“He makes me feel normal,” she whispered. “Not small. Not like a problem. Just… me. And now I don’t know what I feel. I think I want him to be my friend. Or maybe something else. I don’t know. And I don’t want to know, because it doesn’t matter.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Her mum asked calmly.

Amelia blinked at her, and then, like someone flicked a switch, the anger surged. Hot and fast, like a fever.

“Because of Dad,” she spat. “Because he thinks that it would be a distraction. Because he thinks I’ll screw everything up just by being around. Like I’m some walking disease that’s gonna infect Lando’s entire career. I know that’s what he’s worried about the most.”

She was breathing too fast. Her limbs were twitching now, hands clenching and unclenching.

“I don’t have friends,” she said. “You know that. I’ve never had friends. Not ones that stay. I get too intense. Too blunt. Too weird. Too tired. And people always stop trying.”Her voice cracked. Her throat burned. “But Lando didn’t stop. He hasn’t stopped. And it’s still not enough. I still don’t get to have this one good thing without it turning into a problem.”

The sobs came back, messy and loud this time. She stood up too fast, swaying. Her hands started moving uncontrollably at her sides; jerky, uncoordinated. A warning sign. The meltdown was building and she couldn’t stop it, could never stop it. 

Her mum stood too, moving slow, blocking her path without touching her.

“Okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to think about any of that right now.” Her mom’s attempts to comfort her were useless against the onslaught of emotions she was feeling. 

“I’m so angry,” Amelia choked out. “I finally feel calm, I finally feel seen, and it’s not allowed. I’m not allowed to want something or feel something if it’s inconvenient for anyone else!”

She was trembling now. Her skin felt wrong. Her body wasn’t hers anymore. She wanted to rip it off. She wanted to scream and break things. Instead, she clenched her fists and shook and shook and shook.

“Do you want me to get your things?” her mum asked, voice calm, anchoring.

Amelia nodded hard. “Yes. My weighted blanket. And the golf ball. It’s in my bag. Lando bought it for me and I want to hold it. It’s yellow.”

“I’ll get everything,” her mum said gently.

“I’m not doing this on purpose,” Amelia shouted, the volume jarring even to herself. “I’m trying so hard. All the time. I’m always trying.”

“I know,” her mum said. “And I’m proud of you. Every day.”

Amelia slid to the floor. Her body folded in on itself, hands clawed into her sleeves, breathing uneven.

The noise in her head kept rising.

Usually, this was when she wanted her dad. Wanted him to sit next to her. Watch a race in silence. Be there without asking anything of her.

But not now.

Now, all she wanted was for him to stay far, far away.

— 

It was almost midnight.

Her room was quiet now; weighted blanket pulled up to her chest, lights off, only the soft blue glow of her phone screen lighting her face. The golf ball sat in her right hand, warm from where she’d been holding it for hours. She kept rolling it between her fingers, feeling the small ridges, the smoothness. Grounding.

She had stopped shaking, but her body was aching like one big bruised muscle. 

She stared at the message thread with Lando, her thumb hovering, retreating, hovering again.

She didn’t know what to say.

Everything in her head still felt too big. Too messy. But the quiet between them was worse. Not bad, not uncomfortable, just... unfamiliar. She wanted to talk to him. 

Finally, she started typing. 

— 

iMessage — 10:11pm

Amelia I didn’t enjoy golf very much. But I liked being with you. Thank you for inviting me.

Lando Norris I’m glad you came anyway We had fun though, right? I had fun :)

Amelia Yes, I had fun. It was confusing. But in a good way. I liked learning something new.

Lando Norris I liked today too You were kind of great We should do more new things together. Just us

Amelia Maybe. I feel strange tonight. My head is a bit loud.

Lando Norris That’s alright

Amelia Do you think if I asked you questions about your Formula Three races… you would answer them?

Lando Norris Absolutely I’d love that Haven’t talked about F3 in ages Might be nice to remember

Amelia Okay. What did it feel like the first time you won?

Lando Norris Like my hands knew before I did Like the whole world stopped for one second so I could catch up It felt… right. Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be ya know 

Amelia Oh

Lando Norris: You okay?

Amelia: I forgot all the questions I had for you. Sorry.

Lando Norris That’s okay. Don’t worry. Your brain’s probably sleepy. It’s late Are you tired?

Amelia Yes. I got upset earlier for no reason and it’s made me tired I’ll go to sleep now. Thank you for texting me back. Goodnight.

Lando Norris You don’t have to thank me for that I like talking to you Feel better soon, yeah? Goodnight x

— 

The house was still, the kind of stillness that only came after a storm.

Tracy sat on the couch in the dark, legs curled beneath her, a half-cold mug of tea resting in her hands. She hadn’t moved since she’d come downstairs after leaving Amelia. The couch blanket was draped over her shoulders, but she still shivered slightly, not from the cold, but from the heavy weight of witnessing her daughter’s pain. 

Zak entered quietly, the door clicking shut behind him. He didn’t speak at first. Just stood in the doorway, tie loose, shoulders slumped, guilt etched deep into the lines around his eyes. After a long moment, he crossed the room and sat down beside her.

Tracy didn’t look at him. Just murmured, “She’s asleep now. I checked a minute ago.”

Zak nodded slowly. “She didn’t ask for me.”

“She didn’t want to be touched. Didn’t want help. Just needed space.” Tracy’s voice cracked, but she kept it steady. “She was barely holding on, Zak. I haven’t seen her like that in a long time.”

“I didn’t mean to make it worse,” he said too quickly. “I just… I thought I was protecting her.”

“I know you did,” Tracy replied gently.

Zak stared at the floor. “I didn’t think it would hurt her like this. I thought—” He faltered. “I thought keeping her away from Lando would keep things simple. Keep her safe. From getting hurt. Or confused. Or from people talking. From getting her hopes up.”

“You didn’t trust her,” Tracy said. Not accusing, just honest.

Zak exhaled hard. “No. I didn’t trust him.”

Tracy finally turned to look at him. “But he’s been good to her. You’ve seen that, surely.” 

“I have,” Zak admitted, tersely. 

“But it wasn’t on your terms,” Tracy said. “So you didn’t like it.”

Zak didn’t argue.

“She’s not a problem to solve, Zak. She’s our daughter. And she’s doing something incredibly brave. She’s opening up. She’s connecting. That’s huge for her.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “God, I know. I just…” He broke off, ran a hand through his hair. “Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t it have been someone safer?”

“Because love isn’t safe,” Tracy said. “And friendship isn’t simple. And if you’re lucky enough to find someone who makes you feel okay in your skin, even just for a little while, that’s not a risk for someone like her. That’s a lifeline.”

Zak leaned back, scrubbing a hand over his face. He looked hollowed out. “I feel like I’ve completely blown it.”

“You haven’t,” Tracy said gently. “But you will if you keep pushing like this. If you keep trying to prevent something that is starting to seem pretty much inevitable.” 

Zak was quiet.

“She loves you,” Tracy added. “But she can’t keep fighting you on this. Not when she’s also fighting herself. That kind of pressure… it’ll break her.”

That landed like a stone. He blinked against the sting in his eyes and nodded, slow and tired. “Okay,” he whispered. “Yeah. Okay. Fine.”

Tracy leaned into him and kissed the rough edge of his jaw. “You’re a good father, Zak. She knows that. She’ll forgive you.”

Zak didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the dark hallway.

“She didn’t ask for me,” he said again, softer this time. Raw. Frayed.

Tracy sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “I know, honey.”

— 

The flat was quiet, except for the hum of the fridge and the occasional thump of bass through the wall from the upstairs neighbours. Lando sat cross-legged on the sofa, eyes unfocused on the muted Rally Car stream playing on the TV. Max was in the kitchen, one sock on, microwaving some disastrous smelling leftover curry.

“You ever liked someone,” Lando said suddenly, not looking up, “so much that even the idea of them ruining your life doesn’t sound that bad?”

Max made a noise that landed somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Christ, mate. What brought that on?”

Lando shrugged. “Dunno. I’ve just been thinking.”

“About Amelia?” Max asked, already knowing. He padded over and dropped into the armchair opposite, bowl in his lap.

Lando exhaled slowly. “I really fucking like her. It doesn’t make sense. She’s, I mean— Jesus, I don’t know. Feels like I can breathe right around her, you know?”

Max didn’t answer right away. Just stirred the curry and watched the screen for a second. Then, gently: “Yeah. I get that. But... Come on, mate. You sure this isn’t a bit too much, too fast?”

Lando looked over. Frowned. “What do you mean?”

Max shifted, trying to find words. “It’s not just about liking someone. It’s about who she is. Like, she’s your boss’s daughter. That’s... not insignificant here.”

“I know that.” Lando bit back. 

“Okay. But do you really know what it means? If something goes wrong, if it ends, and ends messy, it’s not like you can just walk away. There’s no possibility of a clean break with her.” 

Lando was quiet, but his jaw tightened.

“I’m not trying to scare you off,” Max added quickly. “I just... I know how much you’ve worked for this. Since you were, what, six? Your whole life’s been about driving. Being the best. And now you’re closer than ever.”

“I’m not giving up racing,” Lando snapped, defensive before Max even finished.

“I didn’t say you were,” Max snapped right back at him. “I just don’t want you to stop being Lando Norris: F1 driver and become Lando Norris: the guy who fucked around with his boss’ daughter, you know?”

Lando stared down at his hands. He felt like a piece of shit as he said, “Zak’s basically said the same thing. So has my dad.”

Max nodded. “‘Cause we’re all thinking the same thing, mate.” 

Lando rubbed his hands over his face and pulled his hood up. “Maybe you’re right,” he mumbled. “Maybe this isn’t... good timing.”

Max didn’t say anything. He just went back to eating, quiet again.

And Lando hated that suddenly it felt like all of their reasons made sense.

— 

The air was different now. Cooler. Thinner. The sun still came through her window in the morning, but it didn’t cling to the walls the same way. The trees had started to shift, just barely, into that pre-autumn colour. And Amelia felt like she was holding her breath all the time. For something. For nothing.

She hadn’t spoken to Lando for days. Not since she'd sent him a photo of the coffee shop in town that had spelled her name wrong again, and all she got back was a laughing emoji. No reply. No question. Just that.

It felt like a door closing very slowly. 

She was sitting in the bay window of her bedroom, blanket around her shoulders, golf ball in one hand and her phone in the other. It was the fourth time she'd opened their chat and closed it again. The most recent messages sat there like ghosts. 

—

iMessage — 9:04am

Amelia Hope you’re not too tired from training. 

—

Read. Two days ago. No response.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure what to write that wouldn’t sound… needy. Or hurt. Or desperate. God, she hated the idea of being too much. It made her skin itch. She didn’t want to become exactly what people were always assuming that she’d be.

She pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, her thoughts, her everything. But it hurt in a way she didn’t understand; this slow, quiet loss. It hurt in a way she didn’t have a name for. It felt a lot like emptiness.

“Don’t spiral,” she whispered to herself, rocking gently, rhythmically. “Don’t spiral. Don’t spiral.”

But it felt like she already was.

— 

Both McLaren cars DNF’d in Belgium; the first race back after the Summer break.

She’d written it down two hours before lights out — in the margin of an old notebook, under a page of technical notes she hadn’t meant to be looking at anymore. The exact reason. The probable lap. A strange little instinct that curled in her gut and told her today’s not going to go the way they want it to.

She closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer, and told herself it didn’t matter.

Nobody would ever know. Nobody would ever ask. Because she wasn’t in the garage. Wasn’t in the paddock. Wasn’t even watching from the hospitality suite like she always did, like clockwork.

She was in Woking. In her bedroom. As far from Lando’s garage, from the paddock, as she could possibly be.

And on the TV, when the Sky Sports commentator mentioned her absence like it was some small anomaly (“No sign of Amelia Brown in Norris’ McLaren garage today. Odd, considering she rarely misses a weekend”) she didn’t feel flattered or seen or missed.

She felt sick.

Like the air got thinner the second they said her name.

So she turned it off.

Just like that.

The screen went dark. The sound cut out. And for the first time in ten years, she didn’t watch the entire race.

Not because she didn’t want to. 

But because it hurt too much.

NEXT CHAPTER

[timmydraker]

When Tim is seven, they have a parent career day at his school. The point of the project is to showcase to other classmates, staff and the parents and families that visit what their parent or parents do for a living.

A lot of the students have businesmen for dads and stay at home mums, as typical for the high class, but not all of them do. Some are CEO’s, some own a unique company or business, or got their wealth from sports or entertainment.

For Tim, his parents have two very unique jobs even if they are technically from generational wealth, that being Drake Industries that creates medical supplies as well as funds vehicles like ambulances and fire trucks. Stuff that looks great on paper and gets them support even if the two care little for it and more for their second form of income.

Janet was more into the archeology that showed history in culture and progression of society, story telling and proof of civilisations, while Jack was far more fond of the animals that existed or still do and how they have changed.

So naturally, Tim excitedly chose to talk about their extensive work in the latter.

Janet had single handedly proved several historical theories true and false, her unrelenting determination to proving she was right and using her connections and charming nature to do so.

Jack had discovered a whole new dinosaur that he named after his wife, as well as being one of the loudest in discussion of such beings and their feathers.

Tim found he enjoyed his mother’s work most, as cool as dinosaurs were, because his mother had taught him about how ropes and cogs were once all the ‘technology’ anyone had.

So, Tim Drake set about showcasing his mums hard work and after being denied brining a rare pot she had found, he decided to make a copy of it out of clay in the schools art room. The teacher helped him with dry hands and a kind smile, excited on his behalf as he so clearly enjoyed the process and seeing how else clay crafts were used.

Tim stood proudly at his table, several paragraphs written out and printed out for people to read about his parents achievements and a diagram of the skeletal structure his father had discovered not long after Tim was born. Many people praised him, saying how well he did for such a young age, only to be even more awed when he explained he made the pot himself and it wasn’t the real deal, but a replica.

It depicted Aphrodite as she stood over roses, at the time white but some clearly darkening as the thrown cut her foot, while she made her way over to a figure that was known to be Adonis as he laid dying from a boar beside him. It looked very simpler to real Greek art, though of course a little wonky and with less dirt and ancient clay, but the pottery was exceptional by a child’s hand. Hell, even a teenager.

Tim was so very happy, waiting patiently for his parents to come and see what he had done, how he had shown everyone in his school how cool and clever they were and even made some of the olde kris look at him with jealousy, but…

They never came.

Not because they were hurt or sick or worse, dead, but because they were too tired from their trip they had gotten back from a week ago.

But Tim was a Drake, he wouldn’t show his growing anxiety and fear, instead he stood tall and spoke animatedly too anyone who would listen and avoided questions on where Janet and Jack were just like they had taught him to when pushed for sensitive information.

Tim took the pot home and Janet smiled at him, telling him it was ‘nice’.

She didn’t point out the errors or anything, said nothing bad and had no disgusted expression, she just… called it nice. And moved on.

Seven year old Tim smashed the pot against his bed room wall and cried his eyes out until he fell asleep.

When he woke up he came to a conclusion: he simply hadn’t done a good enough job and if he was more accurate, had less bumps and used more polish, he’d get a better reaction.

So that’s what he did.

The second pot got a confused brow furrow and he was asked why he was showing it again, after all they were busy people and they had already seen it?

Tim made a different one and got a similar answer to the first, though Jack did give him a pat on the head!

Tim decided to make a few, perfect his craft more, until he showed them more so he could truely wow them.

Yet a funny thing happened while he made his replica pots and bowls.

He started to have fun.

Soon it became known to the staff at his school that if you couldn’t find Timothy, he wasn’t flagging school, he was in the art room. Given he had such good grades and had plenty of friends, none of them had a problem with this as it wasn’t affecting him badly.

Tim made a mug for his art teacher that was shaped to look like a tree stump and asked for help to paint it from his friend Ives whose mother was an artist, who got tips from his mum and taught his friend how to shade and paint on canvas first.

As thanks, Tim made Ives a little clay mushroom charm that the other boy made into a bracelet.

Eventually Tim is having so much fun with his crafting he’s even having to buy creams and ointments so his hands don’t get so cracked and cry. He has a whole draw for his art clothes lest he get too many dirtied, as well as a shelf in the art room for his creations.

By the time he’s nine he hasn’t shown his parents many of his creations and while he enjoys the bits of praise he gets, the lacklustre response just bums his out, so he stops. They aren’t mad about it, nor are they really in favour of it, they just don’t seem to care all that much.

Tim knows better than to waste their time too much and just enjoys their company when he can.

When Tim becomes Robin he’s started commissions within his school and friend group, including a smoking tray for Kevin, a chess piece set for Wesley and a rose candle holder for Darla.

Ives gets the most bit that’s because he gives them to his mum as gifts.

He stops his craft while he trains, usually too tired to do so, but finds making simple vases and bowls is calming for his mind. Batman tells him he needs to have ways to detach from his night life so they don’t get too blurred, a mistake he himself made, and so Tim uses his clay craft to do that.

He makes Bruce a mug shaped like a bat for him to have in the cave and it’s the first thing that starts to break Bruce in regards to seeing Tim as more than just the new Robin.

Tim makes Alfred a kettle pot, a simple thing as it’s his first time doing so, and paints it with buttercups.

Barbara gets a big eye charm that has several little ones hanging off wires from its base. The window charm moves with her to the clock tower even years after.

He makes Dick an elephant with pink markings over it like the one he saw on the circus posters from The Flying Grayson’s. Dick still ain’t happy about there being someone in his brothers suit, not really, but he was never going to truely take that out on Tim and seeing the sweet gift left in his car makes him feel a little lighter.

It still hurts them all to see a young boy in their house that’s not Jason, but with Tim being so different they soon stop making the comparisons so much. There’s still damage down, words that will stick with Tim, but it’s not as bad.

Tim makes Cass whole collection of little things like a tiny duck and frog, as well as hats for them. He makes her a plate that’s just for her with a teddy bear curled around a heart, her initials on the back.

He makes Steph a stupidly intricately engraved brick all for the inside joke between them, but the way she cackled is well worth it.

His teammates get so many gifts he can’t count them all, though his favourite will be the mini versions of them he made and that they put as the centre piece of the towers dining table.

When Jason comes back he doesn’t make anything, not even when the misunderstandings have been cleared up. Jason openly refuses to change his violent ways even if he promises to be more friendly, but that’s not why. Tim is still so hurt at seeing his childhood hero so broken that he can’t bear to think of it, until he watches Bridgerton of all things and starts to think differently.

Tim comers how different Jason must feel and how lonely that must feel, so he makes him something special. It by all means looks like a book even it’s an all clay, though the bones and flowers over the binding give it away with their glistening. Jane Austin’s Sense and Sensibility was hard to paint, and that wasn’t never one of Tim’s strengths, so he doesn’t do the cover art and instead writes out the letters prettily and hopes it’s enough.

Jason never responds to the gift outwardly, but the way he ruffled Tim’s hair just to annoy the other tells him enough.

Duke gets three necklaces that piece together to make one big charm, blending together in a colourful spiral perfectly. One is for him, the other two for his catatonic parents. When he realises what Tim made them for her cries, hugging Tim so tightly he’s afraid he’ll pop.

Damian is the last to receive any gift, their rivalry far too strong, though it ironically Tim’s favourite.

The stump like cup has several little mushroom cups around its sides and set of dips fit for a paintbrush. Tim explains the centre is for water and the other parts made for water colour paints or even acrylic, though that will be harder to clean even with the setting spray.

Damian claims to not use it and only Alfred knows how he asks how to properly clean it without causing damage.

Tim never truely gets to show his parents his hobby, not even when his mum goes and he and his father get a little closer. It hurts him naturally, though when he spots an old high school friend at a coffee shop asking for a drink in her keep cup he made her, he decides that his city has given him what he needed. Gotham and its people, his friends and those who watched him grow up, they gave him the acknowledgment and encouragement he wanted from Jack and Janet.

It’s not perfect, his city isn’t, but neither was his first pot.

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Finally, I dare you to gimme your Grace headcanons (gotta round out the trio)

Yes!

First of all a quick apology - sorry, Grace, we should have done you first as the eldest.

Full name is Grace Marian Chasity and I will die on this hill

She was born in Scotland

(Extended family is British)

They visit once a year over Thanksgiving break because the Chasities don’t celebrate non-religious holidays

Her first eight words were all colours, starting with purple because her mother wears it a lot, until she met baby Steph and picked up “Effanie”

Was a very quiet and non-fussy baby so her parents took her to church real early

Lucy also took her birdwatching at this age because nobody else would go with her - it’s also where Grace gets her passion for birds (nighthawks) welfare from

Was really late learning to walk

Learnt to walk because her father dropped a book on the floor once and she instinctively went to put it on the shelf. Mark got into the habit of just throwing books (lightly) across the room to have Grace fetch them

There’s so many home videos of her stopping what she was doing, retrieving the books and telling her dad off for making a mess, sending him to prayer to apologise to God

Grace and Richie have been kinda friends since elementary

She was shorter than Ruth for first grade and then kinda grew a little taller in second grade

As a child, she had a pet hamster called Prudence

She plays the flute and is in the school orchestra, there’s only two flutes (the other is PJ)

Loves history, especially stuff on royalty

Her favourite historical period is the renaissance

Reads a lot of historical non-fiction

Ruth eventually gets her into Six the Musical and then got really concerned after Grace casually described Samantha Pauly’s version of All You Wanna Do as relatable

This only becomes more worrying when Grace offhandedly mentions relating to Becky because of Stanley

(Both Max and Gabe are really creepy and weird with her, we need to acknowledge it more)

She is a huge Shakespeare nerd, like will give Angela a run for her money

Trevor is meant to be a Hall Monitor with her but he chickens out of actually telling anyone off, so Grace has to pick up his slack

Grace is part of her church’s Nativity every year, she’s always an angel. Not Gabriel, Gabe always gets that part, just a random angel. Rose always got Mary, when she was still there

Her memory is really good, she remembers the smallest of things

Takes pride in being one of the eldest in the class and has always used that to make up for her lack of height

She helps out in the school shows as line prompt and is definitely humming along in the wings

Caitlyn has a bit of a crush on her and lowkey jealous of other people getting close to her

Literally the only person who likes Harmony Jones (Greenpeace girl), definitely her first crush

After going to Beanie’s with the group, she may or may not have been caught blushing at Zoey too

She can draw fairly well, but only really likes doing landscape and buildings - her portfolio is just made up of churches and castles

She wants to learn how to dance but, beyond the Scottish country dancing she’s picked up at family weddings, she has no idea what she’s doing

Has never broken a bone and is disgusted by the thought

Doesn’t like the idea of being behind the wheel, so hasn’t learnt to drive. Had one unofficial lesson with Steph and freaked out

Gets travel sick very easily

Gets really heavy periods and painful cramps, has been to the doctor - there’s nothing wrong so they just suggested taking birth control to not have her periods which Grace and her parents refused

(And maybe she regrets it once a month)

PANSEXUAL

Somewhere on the aroace spectrum too but hasn’t worked it out yet

The eldest of the group and certified mom-friend

Will hold their hands when crossing the street

In spite of their links to witchcraft and Satanism, Grace really wants a pet cat

Yes, the eldest thing is mentioned multiple times; it’s what Grace would want.

I’ve already done all of Grace’s ship headcanons at this point (Lautity, Spankity/Bible Study and Lautskity), so just for fun…

Holystage, Bible Passion, Halohat or whatever else we can come up with (Caitlyn x Grace):

Definitely were set up by Trevor with some help from Ruth

(Not fully though because Ruth hates Caitlyn)

Caitlyn is the only other child in Grace’s neighbourhood

Caitlyn blows her kisses from the stage

Caitlyn encourages Grace to try on her costumes and they have a lot of photos of them messing around in the dressing room (featuring Josephine + the boys when they sneak in)

Their friend groups kinda mostly hate each other (playfully) but put up with each other for their sake

Grace always buys Caitlyn red roses (Cait’s favourite flower) for her shows, including dress rehearsals

Caitlyn returns the favour by showing up with flowers (Grace doesn’t have a particular favourite, but it’s usually carnations) after Grace’s orchestral performances

They make music together

Caitlyn can play a shit ton of instruments, but is currently teaching Grace how to play the piano

Grace runs lines with Caitlyn and, in spite of her limited knowledge in acting being Shakespeare, helps her improve her performance

Miss Mulberry loves them

Grace also brings baked goods for Caitlyn to share with her costars and crew in rehearsals

The cottagecore girlfriends of all time

Grace has a type and it’s just Mariah.

[hairspray-heart]

Coastal folks (and I am one, native Vermont) genuinely do not get what it's like to live in other places. I've lived in Oklahoma, Missouri, Pennsylvania, New York, and East Tennessee. Let me tell y'all about how different things away from New England and Seattle.

Please note: I am going to use language in this post, including the slurs that were used against me, and most of them will not be censored. This post includes my experiences, including homophobia, transphobia, and racism. You should proceed with whatever level of caution you feel necessary, or opt to scroll past.

Now, mind you, I grew up in the '90s. We had early civil rights for gay folks, in the form of civil union and a modicum of justice for gay couples. I remember the "Take Back Vermont" signs and banners, as well as the "Take Vermont Forward" signs and banners. The former stood against civil union; the latter, for it.

I grew up in a college town. I went to church. Nobody talked about being gay. I grew up in an overwhelmingly white culture entrenched in "post-racist" rhetoric: "We're not racist," say the privileged white folks who put on sanitized Thanksgiving plays for children and watch Charlie Brown and buy into racial stereotypes like "black-on-black crime" in cities and anti-Islamic propaganda in the wake of 9/11 and the fear that consumed people.

When I came out to my mom, she told me not to tell. Later, I lived with my dad in more rural areas, where I was bullied for being a dyke. I was one of three kids in my high school to be out, and the other two were guys. They got it worse than me: faggot wasn't the worst thing I heard people say about or even directly to them. I was catastrophically depressed. I found solace in befriending an older gay man who worked at my town clerk's office, who we will call R. He had AIDS, having contracted HIV during the epidemic in the '80s-'90s, but he survived with treatment. My father wouldn't touch anything R touched, for fear of getting AIDS, and warned me away from him. R often wiped down the surfaces in the office with Clorox wipes as we were talking.

In Oklahoma, I lived in a rural neighborhood first, then a college town an hour or so from Oklahoma City. They were worlds apart. In the town of 300 in rural Oklahoma, everyone was devoutly religious, seconded only to their love of gossip. I befriended an older woman who took me into her home to visit and have tea. She showed me her Bible and prayed with me. At my liberal arts college, I met a guy in Poli Sci, J, who was a drag queen. His boyfriend JP and I got close while attending his drag shows. We would sometimes just drive around, drinking Red Bull and smoking menthols, listen to music and talk. Neither of us liked to be around as many people as J did. They had a baby with J's sister and her girlfriend, using artificial insemination. JP was the donor, and J's sister carried the baby. I held her while we watched RuPaul's Drag Race in their living room.

In upstate New York, I stayed with a guy I knew online, later my boyfriend. He was trans, and his family was not accepting. They used the wrong pronouns all the time. But in the Capitol District, nobody batted an eye about us being queer. My best friend D's boyfriend was my manager at work, and we hung out with a group of people who were mostly straight. Nobody cared.

I lived in Amish country in Pennsylvania, not too far from Philadelphia. There was strong MAGA support there, and a fair few confederate flags. My wife and I didn't disclose our relationship openly to customers on our newspaper route during COVID-19. Her father was homophobic but exclusively toward gay men, and extremely racist. This wasn't shocking to me, as my father had been raised in rural Vermont, population <300, to an Irish Catholic family. One of my friends from work was trans, but they weren't out to their family. My HR manager deadnamed them to me in their office once. Plenty of people called them by the wrong pronouns habitually.

East Tennessee is brutal MAGA territory. In my region, and I just pulled these stats for a presentation I'm giving tomorrow morning about the recovery from Hurricane Helene down here (it's still bad btw), up to 75% of adults have low literacy, which means they read below an eighth grade level. Up to 80% cannot do basic math. What they know about the world is filtered through social media and local news outlets, overwhelmingly right-wing. They think drag queens are pedophiles doing sex dances for toddlers at libraries. They think trans women are trying to sneak into bathrooms to harm cis women. The racism is overt; a man walked into our family's store and the first thing out of his mouth was the N slur.

I attend a university in the most liberal part of this area. A young black girl was cornered in a parking lot by several white boys in cars. Nothing was done. A white student once harassed black students while wearing a monkey mask. Nothing was done. Racism is branded as other things, but it's racism underneath. Sexism, homophobia, transphobia—all rampant. Our Pride Center, Women and Gender Resource Center, and Multicultural Center websites have gone dark. We don't know what the future of those sociocultural hubs will look like.

Where you are makes a difference. Few places are like Seattle, like San Francisco, like Burlington. Go anywhere rural, anywhere off the coast and away from major cities, and you will find that prejudice is alive and well. It's easy to believe we're past that, but we really are not.

What seattle ass world are yall living in where gay guys dont experience homophobia every single day btw

[lostpiewrites]

Red Light Green Light 🚦

a/n : here you go with my first ever post. Im so excited and so nervous at the same time. I hope you guys like it. And idk the art credits , if you do , please let me know.

Warnings: written with a fem!s/o in mind , manga spoilers and characters may not behave canonically , it's my interpretation of them so feel free to disagree... Also , i have counted potential trauma trigger factors as red flags ; if it doesnt count so , please let me know so i can improve.

THE RED AND GREEN FLAGS OF BLUE LOCK GUYS IN A RELATIONSHIP :

Michael Kaiser

Red Flags 🚩

Manipulative asf. It's canon in the manga that he reads psychological books to understand and control people better and that applies to your relationship as well. He will pull tricks on you to avoid accountability and responsibility most of the time.

Physical Trauma. I haven't seen any headcannons stating this but this man was abandoned by his mom and was constantly abused by his father. So physical affection might be awkward and stiff at the beginning because physical contact without getting hurt is a foreign concept for him. (But gets used to it if you are patient enough with him)

Green Flags ✅️

Spoils you A LOT. Princess treatment at its peak. We have seen how angry he got when his dad harmed the only thing he owned in his childhood , his soccer ball. He values his possesions and treats you like you are something he is proud to own.

If you get past his exterior and find the traumatized little boy in him , he is insecure and has some abandonment issues from his mother. So he treats you in a way that would make you want to stay with him. (Idk if its a green or red flag tbh)

Alexis Ness

Red Flags 🚩

Has OBSESSIVE attachment issues. Have you seen this man around Kaiser ? He is like a servant. Gets EASILY attached or addicted to people , possessions or habits. This results in two different bad outcomes : One is that if you ever were to break up with him , he probably would cause problems because he doesnt want to let you go or would guilttrap you into staying. The other is because of his easily-attached nature , its way TOO easy for him to gain addiction to harmful things like gambling , smoking etc.

Indecisive and constantly nerved. We have seen how nervous he got when he received the last ball in the last PXG match , thinking about what he should do. That is the energy he would constantly have. You can't leave this man alone on choices. He can't do nothing by himself. It is always on you to plan dates , outfits etc.

Green Flags ✅️

This man is your no1 supporter , your personal cheerleader , no1 hypeman. Right from wrong. He defends you so fiercely that he makes people think that you are his god. You may be defending sth ridicilously wrong like p0rn addiction but he is right there defending it with you like his life depends on it.

Isagi Yoichi

Red Flags 🚩

KING of overthinking. His analiytical mind works against him in relationships. You could have just told him "no" to something simple as an ice cream flavor , he is over there thinking that you dont love him anymore , your relationship is over and whatnot.

He doesnt mean to but when he gets angry , his words gets so agressive that he can call you a wh0re out of nowhere. (slursagi moment here) So arguments with him are mostly heated and doesnt really end well.

He is a socially awkward bean as its implied in the light novel, so getting him into crowds is a huge work. Constantly avoids family or friend gatherings.

Green Flags ✅️

This man has a loving and functioning family and knows how to treat a woman so expect to be treated like you deserve , like the queen you are.

He constantly learns things about you and tries to apply it to himself , just like he does with soccer. What you like ? What you dont ? Your love language ? What makes you happy ? What makes you cringe ? All of it. And he REMEMBERS. Dates , people , everything.

Itoshi Sae

Red Flags 🚩

WORDING. This man has issues with how he talks to people. Have you seen the way he treats his younger brother ? He is a terrible communicator. His words are blunt , unfiltered and even tho he may not mean bad , they sting most of the time.

Time issues. This man STRUGGLES to make time for you when he is busy with his soccer schedule. Doesnt put you at his first priority , you are always behind soccer in importance to him. (Unless he feels like you are THE ONE for him)

Green Flags ✅️

He is always attentive to your needs. He doesn't talk much but his actions does. Big on acts of service. You wake up to see a small breakfast , a coffee and a note saying to take care of yourself. Mention you need sth in a convo ? Next day its on your door with a parcel.

Itoshi Rin

Red Flags 🚩

He is apathetic most of the time. Sometimes you aren't even sure if he loves you or not. It takes a lot of effort to making him care for sth other than soccer and his elder brother.

Green Flags ✅️

This boy LIVES for the day that Sae will finally acknowledge him. And if you are dating him , your opinion matters to him too. He LOVES praises , especially coming from you. So you praise him on his skills at anything , especially at soccer , he will melt into a puddle in your arms. He will deny it with his life but he loves being acknowledged and seen.

This brings me to the second point. He sees YOU because he knows what it feels like to be seen as a shadow of somebody else. He doesn't outwardly complement you but he shows through actions that he sees your effort and is proud of it.

Helps you study or finish your tasks. His English knowledge is otherwordly and canonically doesn't really care for any other lesson than English as it will not do any good to his soccer career but will put in effort to learn a spesific lesson so he can teach you.

Mikage Reo

Red Flags 🚩

Growing up as a nepo baby , he got everything he wanted. He still does. And it makes him unable to understand the struggle of other people who are working 8am-5pm and living paycheck to paycheck. He isnt outwardly rude or insulting but silently judges when people mention something being expensive or that they need to save up.

Again as a nepo baby , he never learned how to control money. So without an advisor , he would go bankrupt in an instant. He wastes money like he has a personal problem with his dad's bank account.

Being a rich kid , he has always thought that people come to him for money. (I think this is something we all agree upon as the blue lock fandom.) So he has trust issues.

Green Flags ✅️

Has no problems buying you anything you want/need no natter how "expensive" you think it is. My mans is rich. 🙂‍↕️

Have you seen the way he puts in effort with Nagi ? He will physically drag you to kitchen if you forget to eat , will force it down your throat if you forget to drink water, will wake you up in time. He is just happy he finally has something he feels he earned and deserved , so he doesn't see anything wrong with cooking a full course meal half sleepily at 3 am for your midnight cravings.

Bachira Meguru

Red Flags 🚩

My boi is schizophrenic. Canonically. I know it's because of something sad like having no friends and trying to cope , but no healthy mankind would have an "imaginary" friend.

Has hyperactivity issues /ADHD. This may not count as a red flag as it's a health condition but days with him is TIRING.

Green Flags ✅️

Anything you do with him turns out to be funny at the end. He knows how to have fun and entertain you , so dates with him would be something you always look forward too.

You're not only his first girlfriend , but also one of the first ever friends. So he treats you more like a girl bestfriend than a girlfriend.

Shidou Ryusei

Red Flags 🚩

I have seen a headcannon that he is raised by his grandparents because his parents were neglectful/busy with work. And i believe that with my whole heart. So he has family issues too. He grow up as rowdy and energetic as he is because he got fed by his grandma's delicious cooking which gave him a superhuman energy boost and had little to no supervisor by his side. (Poor grandparents tho , how they can handle a boy child at that age ? )

Probably has sexual trauma. Because the way we have seen him oversexualize himself and people around him is usually a trauma response.

Has anger management issues. No one can convince me otherwise.

Green Flags ✅️

This man is up for ANYTHING you want to do. Your no1 partner in crime. You can text him something like "i wanna go to a haunted escape room" in the middle of the night and he is at your door in 5 mins with a camera for photos , a few snacks and ready to go.

Brags you to his friends like you are the only thing worth of talking. Shows you of to anyone who asks and goes "you see that gorgeous sexy woman there ? Yeah , she is mine".

Is your guard dog. In LITERAL meaning. He has a tendency to get physical at the slightest trigger and will defend you like you are his treasure while wearing the proudest smirk.

Otoya Eita

Red Flags 🚩

LOYALTY. I don't think i have to even say it. This man has commitment issues and an infamous reputation as a cheater. Leaves you wondering if you are actually his girlfriend or one of his sidechicks. You can never be 100% sure with this man and this causes HUGE trust issues in your relationship.

Doesn't take things really seriously. Unless you force him to listen , care or do something ; he just laughs it away and acts like nothing happened.

Green Flags ✅️

This man is a comedian at heart. Can make you laugh even when you are ugly crying over a failed exam.

Flirts like it's his second nature. Annoyingly smooth with his words and actions. (It's a green flag when it's against you but a red one if it's against other girls tbh)

Karasu Tabito

Red Flags 🚩

Another born-to-be-a-womanizer. Mostly under the effect of Otoya on this topic , he rubs off on him.

Green Flags ✅️

Will make you feel special around him. Because to him you are the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes upon and he will make you feel like it. He leaves no room for you to feel insecure about anything.

Oliver Aiku

Red Flags 🚩

Yet another charming flirt. Probably the biggest one yet because in the manga we have seen him with two girls in the same time , one of them just ambushes him and catches him with another. 😔 He has had a lot of partners before you and it makes you feel like you are another insignificant person in his life and he will have a lot more after you.

Green Flags ✅️

Even tho it may be a bad thing that he has had a lot of partners before , it also makes him experienced. He knows how to handle a crying woman , what time and where to take you out on a date , helps you on you period etc.

He IS responsible , even tho people may not see him so. He is a team captain so he knows how to take responsibilities and carry them.

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Ex Wife X G/N Teacher Reader

This is technically a part two. It's in the same story as Yandere Butcher but starts after the events of his introduction!

Trigger warnings! Cheater not regretting their behaviour. Yandere Ex Wife is implied to like you more the her son. (It's just a sentence but better safe then sorry!) , Stalking, manipulative behaviour, mentions of murder, This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!

🥀Yandere Ex Wife who did cheat on Yandere Butcher! She doesn't regret it!

This town was so dull she needed something to entertain her... obviously.

🥀Yandere Ex Wife moved out of that town two years ago. Isaiah was so big in their tiny town how was Alice going to cope? (I mean there's no way to look good in this situation 😭)

I mean she did come see her son every other weekend! She's not a total monster.... Just cheater!

🥀Yandere Ex Wife who had to pick up her son earlier then usual on a Friday because he got into a fight. Recently a local drunk's gone missing and people like to say his dad looks like the type to get rid of them.

James (Finally gave this boy a name - Jay) was sitting in the headmasters office with you waiting for someone to come pick him up. Usually his dad would respond, especially if he got to see you but it's his mum's weekend. You had helped patch up his hands. You are a good person.He knows his dad's a little obsessed too. He's not stupid, he almost feels bad for you. But his dad's a good person, right? He wouldn't go that far surely.

James looks at the clock on the wall before turning to you "It's 1pm...Mums probably got some business thing or whatever-" before he had a chance to ask for them to call his dad Alice comes rushing in.

🥀Yandere Ex Wife looks very put together, Designer head to toe. She left this lifeless little town to focus back on her job. She hated that Isaiah wanted her to be a little housewife. Filling out documents and paperwork was less painful then washing up or cleaning the floors to her.

"Ah! Miss Alice. Thank you for coming!" You stand up and shake her hand. You had heard from the locals at the pub all about her. Cheating on her husband and the father of her child with an author who was visiting for a bit. Isaiah was quite sweet, you couldn't understand why she would but you had to stay professional.

"Please take a seat. Obviously this isn't the first time James been reported but now it's escalated to violence..." The headmaster was planning on expelling James. That's easy to see but Yandere Ex Wife isn't dumb. After pointing out someone accused the poor boys father to be the cause of a missing person it's normal for a teenager to lash out. "And have you talked to the other students parents about not gossiping about my son's father near their child!?" She stood up.

🥀By the end of the meeting James could come back to school on Monday like nothing happened. She lead her child out before hearing you call after her.

"Thank you" you mouth. "I know you're not particularly liked in this town. Sorry! That's rude! I just meant...if you ever need any extra support to be involved with things like the school plays or parents evens. Here's my school email."

Now did she fall for you in the exact same way her ex husband did....yes. yes she did. You cared! Even when she cheated (still won't say it was wrong) you pushed through and cared! That's what she was looking for her whole life! Someone to care for her!

🥀Yandere Ex Wife waited for son to go to bed before looking up your social medias. You had a few aesthetic photos of the town but if scrolled down. Really, really far down. You had lived in the city she does now!

🥀That Monday the town was surprised that Yandere Ex Wife was round! She hadn't shown her face in awhile for good reason. She had her pencil skirt paired with her blouse that was a button too low.

In the early morning you walked into town on your way to work. "Oh (Reader)!" Yandere Ex Wife sang behind you. Had she been there long? "I hope you don't mind but I saw you used to live around my parts so I bought you a few snacks that are popular around there! As a thank you for looking out for my beautiful boy!"

🥀 Now isn't she adorable? Yandere Ex Wife started to be more involved in the community again and even moved back into the town!The locals weren't happy What everyone didn't know is it's so she can follow you around! She loves it!

She can work from home whenever so when you walk home. She walks with you! Just far behind without you knowing! She takes a few photos as well! You're just so cute! How you mark students work or cook yourself meals! It's bizarre, she sees you make cooking errors and she just wants to cook for you. She's never had that before not even with her son. (Och)

🥀Yandere Ex Wife calls you crying on a few occasions. Feeling isolated or judged by her neighbours and whaw whaw. She did not care. I mean she's not lying, just lying about it upset her because she knows you'd care. She was even surprised herself when you came over her to comfort her.

🥀She's definitely buying you gifts allll the time! Which she never does! That's not her love language till she sees how your face heats up and you get all shy about it.

🥀Yandere Ex Wife who noticed you being around her is ruining your reputation. She hears how the other mums talk about you. How you're probably sleeping with her (she wishes) like she slept with that author.

Specifically this stupid little librarian! They've been gossiping so much it just grinds her gears! So she dealt with the problem! She's no fool, She knows Isaiah did it. She remembers how possessive he got, how he tried to hide it. So she grabbed one of those heavy little books and bashed this librarian head in and tried framing her ex husband for It!It was easy to burn the book and dumb the body near the butchers. And where was she? Getting some in another town! She has a friend with similar "love language" to her.

🥀You were shaking up...your school worked with that library frequently. You had just finished a call with Isaiah when Alice pulls you into her chest.

"Aw Sweetheart I hear you're upset about what happened! Let me take cook you dinner tonight, you can just rest!"

[badgalsasuke]

What did Sasuke mean when he admitted to understanding Naruto's feelings "how when you're with me you wonder if this is what it's like to have a brother" in chapter 699?

Hi anon!

Well, Sasuke is pretty clear in his speech/thoughts which is basically a love letter to Naruto, on how now he understands what he meant by those words because they're now able to feel each others' pain.

Naruto, at this time I recalled those words you said here once before. How when you're with me you wonder if this is what it's like to have a brother. That feeling of yours… I think I finally get what you meant. As I travel far and wide across the world I often reflect back on those days. We started out as lonely brats starved for love and fostering hate. We chose different paths to walk… and battled each other. But now that time has passed… It's just like how I came to feel father, mother and my brother's Itachi's pain and emotions… I'll now start knowing your pain and feelings too, Naruto. You never cut me off in fact, you kept trying to get closer to me. You could've justifiably come charging at me with hatred… but you never stopped calling me your friend. Even though I tried to sever those feelings myself you stopped me, as a friend even at the cost of your hand. And I was saved thanks to you. We were insignificant little things who used to clash and now we're able to claim each other's pain. And after seeing the world via my travels I believe this concept can be applied to even bigger things than just us. But it's not something that can be done as easily as you were able to. I never assumed it would be simple, just like it wasn't with the two of us. Especially with something so big. It's kind of like a prayer. To keep enduring until it comes to be, no matter what. And to those whom that task falls on… Perhaps that's what it means to be a ninja.

Kishimoto is continuing the long literary tradition found across centuries of Japanese literature of bonds between two males rivaling in depth and strength the bonds of blood-related people, hence the "I want them to be more brothers than blood brothers" interview

But Kishimoto has also explained further what he meant by all this in some of the interviews he gave after the series finale.

For example, in the CUT Magazine interview, Kishimoto explains how Sasuke and Naruto have different ideologies on how to tackle issues and struggles in the shinobi world. Sasuke believes in shouldering all the hatred all by himself which he can only achieve by severing his bond with Naruto, so by admitting his own defeat he is also admitting his true feelings and acknoledging himself just as much as he accepts he acknowledges Naruto

This sense of cooperation and connecting with others that Naruto feels is also transmitted to Sasuke after their final battle, that's why Sasuke mentions in his speech "I believe this concept can be applied to even bigger things than just us." Kishimoto also expands on his Da Vinci Magazine interview

Ninjas are a reflection on the Japanese people, specifically the generation that survived WWII, through this cooperation of communities they were able to endure and become the Japan that exists today, Kishimoto is projecting those feelings onto Naruto and Sasuke and their vision of the world. Kishimoto seems to share this belief of "all men are brothers".

So you have the two meanings behind the quote of the speech. Naruto and Sasuke's bond is so strong it rivals the ones of blood-relatives hence why they're able to feel each others pain and feelings and why Sasuke mentions his dad, mom and brother, that's how close Naruto is to him. But also that in their ability to understand each other and cooperate they see a vision on how to tackle their world's problems, hence why they become Hokage and Shadow Hokage.

[nabi-unveiled]

So I started the third episode of Love for Love's Sake DAYS ago, but I got stuck. I'm giving up. Any help would be appreciated.

Because this scene here...

I don't understand. at. all.

As a somewhat awkward personal confession, I don't understand hugs. I say things like "I just want to hug them" or "they need a hug" frequently when watching shows, but it's just a popular phrase to convey they need comfort. I also really enjoy seeing good hugs on screen between couples. But I don't actually "get" hugs the way most people seem to process them.

Hugs fall in three categories for me:

Sexual - The only type of hug I actually understand. Probably my enjoyment of on-screen hugs between couples comes from associating it here. I'm very huggy with my partner, but it's 100% sexual.

Social Obligation - There are times I know cognitively that I'm supposed to hug, and I've prepared myself for it. I hug my kids daily, because I know mothers are supposed to hug. I want to minimize any trauma I cause them as much as possible. I hug my dad on his birthday and Father's day, because I know it's important to him. I also know you hug people if someone dies or people are crying. Eesh..this sounds really bad typing it out. Anyways, I logically know that there are times that hugs are expected by others due to social norms or that the people I care about need them for some reason.

Uncomfortable - All other hugs (and most uninvited touch), I find HIGHLY uncomfortable. This includes if someone is trying to comfort me. If you want to comfort me, do NOT touch me.

So, this hug in LFLS...I don't get it. It's not sexual. It's not really comfort...is it? It's not a social expectation. How does this hug answer the question of "how did you live?".

I paused so I could think about it as I had a work meeting anyways, but I've never went back. Because I still haven't figured it out, and my brain is refusing to move forward.

My only thought was that it was trying to say he lived by caring about other people. But that doesn't make a lot of sense with what I know of Myungha's life so far. I mean, he did care about Yeowoon in "the story", but it didn't seem like he had a lot of people in his "real" life. Again, I'm only in episode 3.

I finally reached out to my brother as I always do when I can't process. He's very much a feeling, huggy type. For those that enjoy the bunk that is MBTI designations - I'm ISTP. He's ENFP. He delights in torturing me with hugs on the rare occasions we get to meet up. I'm sure I'll take a lot of sibling shade in our next phone call for overthinking a hug.

He answered "It's supposed to convey that they got through with help from others and companionship. It's the idea that they aren't actually alone and that they have someone there who supports them. It could also be a "love got me through" thing. Even without others, love wins all."

Which is sort of like my original thought. So was that correct? Is that what "like this" means in this context?

Ugh. I may just have to force myself to hit play and hope my brain decides to move on too.

[lacilashea]

I love Jesus more than all and all my posts belong to Jesus and he is my Lord and savior, the Messiah, the Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews, the rest on the earth and that much being God's son. as my Lord and savior and this is not about me but about Jesus the Messiah, the Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews and the rest on the earth and that much being God's son with Mary, and Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost have feelings like you and others do that also exist because of God, and you can talk to Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost literally all the time and they do talk back to you and outside of prayer also and will be that close to you and talk to them and others that exist like you all day and night long and you'll never be alone and start talking to Jesus about everything and your lives will improve, No one needs governments, kings, queens, etc of people anywhere when people could just help one another as God and Jesus said and with God and Jesus being kings over us and all the people even now God and Jesus should be-1 samuel 8:6-9-It displeased Samuel when they said to him, “Appoint a king over us,” so Samuel prayed to the Lord. The Lord said to him, “Listen to everything that the people have requested of you. It is not you whom the people have rejected, they have rejected me as their king. They have done this from the day that I brought them up out of Egypt to this very day. They have rejected me and served other gods, just as they have rejected you. So grant their request, but warn them solemnly and inform them what the king who reigns over them will do.” and then what happened to Jesus-John 18 and 19 and he-JESUS IS EVERYONE'S KING and GOD'S BEGOTTEN SON with Mary and GOD JESUS'S DAD AND OUR HEAVENLY FATHER IS KING-as for you, DO NOT BE CALLED RABBI. you have but one TEACHER, AND YOU ALL BROTHERS. CALL NO ONE ON EARTH YOUR FATHER; you have but one FATHER in HEAVEN. DO NOT BE CALLED MASTER; you have but one master, the MESSIAH-JESUS-MATTHEW 23:8-10. Just more FACTS.

This post belongs to Jesus along with the whole Blog and others input. Also Jesus shows people now visions-seeing, dreams, let's you hear different sweet and nice voices and it is not a mental problem and more and God did before Jesus had came and before the Holy Ghost came and poured himself out on those that love and accept Jesus as the Messiah after Jesus's Crucifixion and murder and God still does with Jesus as his son and the Holy Spirit the Comforter who came after Jesus murder and poured himself out(Acts 2:17 and before see Joel 2) on those that love and accept Jesus as their Messiah and how much you love him, are you free-never you were bought and paid for by Jesus Christ 1 Corinthians 6:20, 1 Corinthians 7:23, Matthew 11:28-30 and you feel the way you feel now because instead of slavery today you have been made to labor for wages that are barely enough to pay your fucking bills instead doing what Jesus, God and the Holy Ghost intended which was helping one another with Jesus God and the holy Ghost over you only(1 samuel 8, John 18 and 19, Matthew 11:2) -Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost's words with Satan's(and their is no church of Satan as church refers to the body of believers in Jesus, and Satan is tired of being lied about and sold and wants Satanism shut down and the buildings of Satan shut down and more that do not accept Jesus Christ as God's begotten son which Jesus is and Jesus is the Messiah but you do not kill people in Jesus, God, or the Holy Ghost name regardless of their choices John 14:6. All of this is Jesus words not mine and Michael's too and others input not my-laci's words with entire post and all my Blog belongs to Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost and then others input. You have got to be that honest with Jesus and choose what you want people over you or God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit as your king and that is with all people everywhere he knows everything about you and God and the Holy Ghost does too and others they want to know about you specifically

[thewalrusespublicist]

The “I wish you were my father” title just affirms my belief that while Tony was certainly not a healthy well adjusted human (kidnapping his child from her mother never to be heard from again is cruel no matter how you spin it and he literally brought them into a cult…) neither were John and Yoko? (John capitalizing on his power as a rich man to strong arm Tony for primary custody is also wrong). Like I doubt Kyoko who was close to her father before John entered the picture would’ve said something like that had it not been encouraged; they definitely were trying to diminish Tony’s importance to her. It’s giving emotionally stunted adults projecting manipulative power dynamics onto a child for their own purposes and not necessarily for the child’s best interests. Many such cases unfortunately. But yeah the fact that John lavished affection on his partner’s child while withholding from his own child seems like it was borne from the euphoria of newfound love with Yoko but I don’t think it was sustainable though even if Tony had not kidnapped her. As she got older I think the challenges that naturally come with parenting children who have their own complex thoughts and feelings would’ve had John and Yoko retreating as they tended to do when put in an uncomfortable spot. What is interesting to think about is if John and Yoko had custody of Kyoko whether that would’ve influenced them to circle back around on Cynthia and try and get primary custody of Julian as well like John initially wanted. That is if they were still enamored with the idea of raising their children together.

Hi anon!

I agree with a lot of this. The whole thing of calling your distant mothers new boyfriend 'daddy' and coaching her to sing that song is disgusting to me. I don't often use strong language like that but the way they treated Kyoko in that situation like a toy or prop is rage inducing. She was a little girl in a confusing transition and her mother and stepfather prioritised the cosmic concept of their relationship and her imagined role within it over her actual wellbeing. To me, John and Yoko have always reminded me of that Great Gatsby quote: “They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.” I think Kyoko was another victim of their carelessness and it's heartbreaking. Imagine being a little kid and your parent splits up, your already distant mum dissapears into a relationship and drug addiction to the point she misses your birthday party and then when you do see them they talk crap about your one stable parent and try to pretend like the person you probably love most didn't exist. It's terrible, selfish parenting. In their narcissistic pursuit to make the world in their image, wipe out the past and heal their inner children, they forgot that the actual children involved, ones with independent thoughts, feelings and attachments, who actually needed prioritising. (I would argue it was partially because neither parent actually were connected to their children enough to grasp this inner life but that's just my opinion.)

As for how it would work out long term I do think John unfortunately would follow the classic deadbeat dad archetype. I agree to both your points that he is prioritising being lovely to Kyoko as an extension of his relationship with Yoko and that this was unsustainable and especially susceptible to conditional love and attention dependent on how things are going in the John and Yoko marriage. Further, whilst it's unfair to say that John and Yoko didn't love their children, neither had the skills to be decent parents and would have retreated or lashed out when they perceived hurt or uncertainty. I've said it before but the Dakota was a deeply dysfunctional environment and that it's a bit fanciful to suggest such an environment would have produced healthy functioning children.

I do question whether even if they had Kyoko full time if they would have taken Julian. Although some of Yoko's animosity towards Julian was down to Kyoko being missing, I don't think it was all of it. I've discussed it a bit in my much longer post about John/Yoko and abuse but Yoko was already prone to jealousy regarding Cynthia and Johns life before her prior to Kyoko's disappearance. There's also a *questionable source alert* bit in Dakota Days that always drew my attention. In the passage Yoko is alleged to have oft repeated a story about John being cruel after they had had a car accident in Scotland where Yoko received a superficial cut:

"I was bleeding, it was terrible, and all he could do was dance around the car with Julian singing, 'We're all right! We're all right!' What kind of man do you think would do that?"

It's hard not to notice in the story that Yoko supposedly fixated on she was not made the priority in the 'emergency' situation, Julian was. Considering the ballad dynamic centred around each other being their universe as well as Yoko sacrificing time with Kyoko for John, I don't think that would have gone down well. I think John may have been okay with Kyoko long term as part of the Yoko package but I don't think Yoko would have been okay with Julian as a constant 'threat' and an echo of a past she was trying to erase. Add to that I don't believe John wanted full custody outside of the principle of the thing. All in all giving all these factors I think they would have found an excuse to keep having Julian part-time.

[paperlifted]

The 2k3 Ratdad Supercut: featuring every time a turtle refers to Splinter as their father in seasons 1-5.

[missescalientee]

Finally revealing one of my other blorbos, Niccolo Sonata! A mixed genre troll who poses as a Pop Idol up until world tour

He's a complicated bag, he's half rock half classical, his mother kind of low-key hates him, and his dad does care but is kind of paralyzed with various anxieties that comes with the fact that Niccolo is half classical (worried about his constitution and his wings) and things related to his mother (she doesn't want Niccolo to become like his dad and puts a lot of restrictions on him)

Both of his parents don't really know what to do with him, and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He has a lot of internalized hatred towards himself and the two sides of his musical families, plus he is a secret third genre (symphonic rock) which he doesn't fully understand. He got picked on a bit in Volcano Rock City, they're a lot rougher than he's used to so he just kind of took it, which is why he looks so roughed up in one pic and the other he says they hate him in VRC

Again he's really complicated even tho he doesn't look it, if you have questions about him lmk

[not-so-superheroine]

Jesus is my older brother, not my dad.

other christians don't seem to feel the same?

am i missing something where he insists on such a thing except perhaps with actual little children?

[the-owl-tree]

i am proposing pawpaw as an affectionate term for grandparents in the cat world. thank you.

[saturdays--sun]

noah's favorite band is neck deep, not because he grew up listening to them (my fault), but because i've told him how so many of their songs make me think of his dad. and i think that's why all distortions are intentional would be his favorite album. listens to it the first time and pieces together things i've told him; things he's overheard saturday tell alina about us; things he's seen and noticed his whole life — and suddenly the album is less about two made up characters finding solace in each other and more about his parents finding solace in each other.