Imagine a giant machine called society, one that is sputtering and smoking because it is missing many gears. Now imagine a cliff looming overhead, and down from it tumbles millions of loose gears being carelessly dumped out of a box. They kind of just bounce around the machine until some of them land in gaps and start turning in conjunction with the rest. Many others just roll off and land in the dirt, doomed to rust in the rain. That’s how the system works right now. It is at times cruel and/or unfathomably stupid.
It’s not your fault. You didn’t design the system. Nobody did. Everyone is just making this up as they go.
This, incidentally, is what everyone in the Western world is so mad about these days. It always comes out as anger about “the economy” or “outsourcing” or “immigration” but really all that’s happened is a gross failure to connect the people to the jobs. Over here we have a river of the anxious unemployed and then over here we’ve got a dry desert of industries begging for workers. If that last part of the metaphor confuses you, it’s because you’ve been told the ridiculous lie that there are “no jobs out there.” Ask any manager or HR person and they’ll rant about how they can’t find good people. Hell, they won’t even wait for you to ask – just get within earshot, you’ll hear them talking about how the kids today lack skills and work ethic, all that bullshit.
If only they knew that the perfect engineer they’re looking for is currently working in a Dunkin Donuts in Indiana and was, in fact, never trained to be an engineer. She went to college to be a veterinarian because she loves animals, realized her mistake with her hands wrist-deep in sheep guts, then had to drop out and take a job to help pay the bills when Mom’s disability checks got cut off. She quickly found that society will offer virtually no help whatsoever in getting her into the job where she can do the most good for herself or society. Even if her motivation is to get off food stamps and become a more productive citizen, the response is all snide mockery and talk of bootstraps. “You say you can’t afford college, but I see that you have A PHONE!!!”
In fact, she will find society actively stops her at every turn.
Honestly? There’s not a companion I don’t see Bill getting along well with.
She and Rose would be good, supportive friends, swapping stories about their families and lives and probably hanging out together in their pjs eating ice cream.
Bill would really respect Martha, and Martha would be only too happy to explain the science of things to Bill. They would geek out about scifi and Harry Potter together. When the reality of all the deaths she’s witnessed got too much for Bill, she could depend on Martha to listen and understand, since she too knows the cost of traveling with the Doctor.
Donna would immediately adopt Bill as her younger sister and the two of them would make the Doctor’s life hell, being constantly sarcastic to him and to each other.
Once Jack realized that Bill was gay, they would probably do the thing where they flirt in a ridiculously over-the-top, not at all serious way all the time. They would laugh a lot together and make jokes about straight people.
Amy’s never really had a girl friend before, so Bill could be Amy’s first real introduction to sleepovers and going to the pub with friends and all those normal things that Amy is so separated from, and in return, Amy would tell Bill all the stories that she has in her head, the ones she remembers as well as the ones she’s making up.
Bill and Rory both have the ability to see situations clearly and not get overwhelmed by the glamour of it, so they would probably really appreciate having someone else who’s straightforward and who just gets it.
Bill and Clara would definitely have not-so-subtle crushes on each other. Their dynamic would be all about flirty banter while saving the world.
I think River would tend towards a more maternal or professorial role. Bill would be kind of weirded out by the fact that the Doctor has a wife at first, but once she got over that, she would think River was super awesome, and River would be absolutely impressed by Bill’s humor and wit.
The grim photograph above depicts the lynching of Laura
Nelson and her 15-year-old son, L.D. Nelson. Disturbingly, this photograph was
once used as a proud postcard for Okemah, Oklahoma. On the 2nd of
May, 1911, Deputy Sheriff George Loney formed a posse and made his way to the
Nelson farm. A cow had been stolen from another nearby farm and they had penned
L.D. as the thief of said cow. When they arrived at the house, L.D.’s father,
Austin, confessed that he had stolen the cow purely because he had no money to
feed his hungry family.
What happened next has been obscured by time; several reports
offered different versions of events. What is known for fact is that a scuffle
broke out and L.D. shot and killed Sheriff Loney. It was said that Laura had attempted to hide the gun so that violence could not unfold.
Both L.D. and Laura were charged with
the murder and sent to county jail, where they awaited their arraignment. However, that arraignment would never come.
On 24 May, a group of a dozen to 40 men arrived unannounced
at the jail at approximately midnight. The men bound, gagged and
blindfolded the jailer, rendering him unable to later identify them. Once he was
immobilised, the group kidnapped Laura and L.D. from their cells. Several
reports claim that Laura was raped my several of the kidnappers in her jail cell. From the jail,
the lynchers took them to a bridge over the North Canadian River and hanged the mother
Nobody was ever charged with the brutal murder but it was
alleged that one of the perpetrators was Charley Guthrie, the father of the
singer, Woody Guthrie.
Please don’t let someone tell you that you are not worth it, that you are not loved, that you can’t be loved.
Please don’t let anyone break your heart willingly and then deny the fact that they were the cause. Do not allow anyone to take you for granted, use your body and tell you it’s love.
Please don’t let anyone take your hapliness away and make you feel as if your pain isn’t as valid as their own. Please don’t let anyone bring you down, so low to the point were you believe that you are useless.
Please don’t cry rivers over a person who would not shed a tear over you or someone who expects you to love them but they will refuse to love you back.
Please remember your health, your happiness, your heart all matter. Anyone who mistreats doesn’t deserve you.
Request: Hiiii ! I have a really cute idea in my mind, and I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where reader’s mom is English teacher, and she suggested Jughead to tutor him, help him with his work, improve his writing style, and when she go to her house he met his daughter, a sweet, lovely and kind River Vixen and he falls for her immediately ? <333
Well look at that I actually did something productive, I’m so sorry for the wait on this request <3 I hope it was okay :)
NOTE: PLEASE LOOK AT A POST THAT FOLLOWS THIS ON MY BLOOOGGGG <3
Warnings: Didn’t proofread, I’m honestly so dead / mild mild swearing
“You’re writing what?” Archie raised an eyebrow.
The ginger and his beanie clad best friend were sat in a booth at Pop’s, drinking the evening away with rounds of strawberry and chocolate milkshakes.
“A novel,” Jughead replied simply, sipping on his straw.
“About Jason Blossom. As in the Jason Blossom who got shot this summer?” Archie had to clarify. Jughead tried to refrain from rolling his eyes.
“Last time I checked there was only one,” He reached under the table and emerged with his laptop bag. “Although a clone would make a thrilling plot twist.”
“Are you sure that’s healthy? Writing about a murder? I mean, it’s all you’ve been talking about for the past few weeks and maybe it would be better just to drop the subject,” Archie tried to advise, ignoring the shaking of Jughead’s head in disapproval.
“You know what maybe I’d have more stuff to talk about if you were around this summer,” He scoffed, the bitter tone is his voice taking Archie by surprise. “I don’t need your opinion on the context anyway, I need help on my writing and the words I use and the structure. It all flows in my head but when I try to put those words on paper, my mind just clouds over and all I’m left with is unnecessary rambling.”
“Speaking of rambling, there’s no point talking to me about this Juggie. There’s nothing I can say to you in this situation that would actually help you out rather than annoy you with my irrelevant comments,” Archie shrugged, leaning back into the booth and slumping casually.
Jughead rested his head in his hands. He’d been suffering with writers block for over a week now and it was killing his novel. He needed something inspiring and he needed it fast.
“What about Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Archie suggested and Jughead’s head snapped up, his attention having been caught.
“What about her?”
“Isn’t she offering small after-school tutoring sessions because the school offered to pay her?” Archie took out his phone and pulled up the school website, showing Jughead the ‘news’ page which informed them of the opening.
“Why would she even do that?” Jughead took the phone off of Archie and quickly scanned the article, picking out key information like contact details which he proceeded to write down on a napkin.
“I think the school is offering her a pretty decent amount, they’re having to secure their teacher reputation record because of…. ya know,” Archie trailed off. “Anyways, she’s a pretty nice teacher right? Smart too, I’m sure she’ll give you all the artsy, angsty advice you need to fuel your supposed novel,” He reached over the table and took his phone back, leaving Jughead to think things through.
“Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Jughead stayed behind after class, now standing at the side of the teachers desk. The aforementioned woman looked up through her glasses and smiled warmly at the boy.
“Yes Jughead, how can I help?” She put down the papers she was grading and gave him her full attention.
“Well, it’s nothing really just something stupid,” Jughead scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He was almost ashamed in himself for not overcoming his difficulties alone and having to ask an English teacher for help. Archie was probably right anyway, the concept was stupid.
“Please Jughead, I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you say,” Her voice was smooth and reassuring. Jughead slung his arm so that his backpack fell off of his shoulder and onto the floor. He took out his drafted manuscript, which had been kept under lock and key for weeks. He wouldn’t let anyone see his work until he was sure it was up to his own standards.
Mrs (Y/L/N) didn’t seem to be giving away much with her facial expressions as she nonchalantly skimmed through the pages, nodding her head and humming. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she put the pages down and looked up at the nervous brooding boy before her.
“W-What do you think? It’s just an early draft, I just wanted to know if you could maybe help me improve it. I don’t mean to waste your time or anything though, of course!” Jughead scrambled to pick up the manuscript and shove it back in his bag, refusing to meet the English teacher’s eyes.
“It’s great Jones, very interesting take on the whole ordeal. Very real,” She reached out a hand, stopping him in his path. Mrs (Y/L/N) stood up and neatly tucked in her chair before coming round to the front of the desk and perching on the edge. “I’d love to discuss it with you in more detail, if you would be okay with that?” She had already pulled out her diary from her desk and started to scribble some notes down in the dates of this week.
“Yes, that would be great. Umm when and where Miss?” Jughead didn’t want to sound too eager but he couldn’t help but feel a flood of relief.
“I’d have you come in during a lunchtime but sadly I have reports to do and papers to mark for the seniors. I’ll send you my address and contact details over school email okay, we’ll try and meet for afternoons for a week and see where we go from there,” The teacher scribbled all of this down whilst Jughead just made a simple mental note. He was on a laptop 24/7 anyway, he didn’t need to be promoted to check his emails.
“She must really want to help you then,” Veronica laughed as Jughead explained his daily English plan also now known as ‘his excuse for not turning up to group days at Pop’s for the next month or so’.
“Guys she’s just interested, it’s actually quite nice to be offered some professional support considering it’s been weighing me down,” Jughead sighed, picking at his fries. The Sad Breakfast Club were all gathered by the bleachers eating their lunch and just sticking to their casual weekday routine.
“You’re making it sound as if she’s your therapist,” Kevin pointed out and the others nodded with smirks, much to Jughead’s annoyance.
“Wait, doesn’t she have a kid?” Betty perked up, finally chiming into the conversation after just simply observing. There was a brief moment of silence as everyone contemplated her question.
“I think so…” Veronica didn’t sound so sure.
“If she does, she probably goes to another high school. I’ve never seen or heard of anyone like that around Riverdale high,” Jughead simply shook it off. Boy, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.
He’d been knocking for almost five minutes now. Perhaps it was the determination to just finish the chapter that kept him standing at the (Y/L/N) doorstep that Wednesday afternoon but it was slowly seeping away, seeing as nobody was willing to answer. Or maybe it was fate, because if he left a little earlier, there was a chance he may have never met her.
“Hello?” That honey voice Jughead recognised came from behind him but it sounded even sweeter, soft and innocent almost. Perhaps even angelic if you wanted to go that far. He turned around, his expression irritated but his features quickly softened when he took in your appearance.
You were stood there in all your beauty, gym bag slung over shoulder and River Vixen uniform proudly on display. Your hair was tied in a tight high ponytail that could rival Betty Cooper’s, adorned with blue and gold ribbons.
“Um, hi. I’m sorry, do I have the wrong house?” Jughead stuttered, his face changing from pale to tomato red very quickly.
“Oh no, this is the right house. You must be the boy my mother told me about,” Her confused expression instantly shifted into a warm smile, her eyes bright and welcoming. That smile could melt an iceberg. “She said you’d be stopping by, for help with your poem or novel or whatever it was. She’s out right now getting the groceries but luckily I have my spare key so you can come on in and binge some snacks with me,” She giggled heartily, skipping past him and unlocking the door. She beckoned Jughead to follow her as she dropped her gym bag off by the stairwell and ran into the kitchen, emerging with bags of popcorn.
Jughead grinned, following her into the living room where they both sat down on the same couch and started to talk.
She had only recently moved to town to stay with her Mum. Her parents were divorced and her Dad wanted time alone with his new family so they could settle in together, to your dismay. Thanks to her prestigious background, Cheryl had been quick to accept her as a River Vixen but other than her five minutes of fame at the audition, she’d purposefully sunken into the background of Riverdale High, keeping a low profile and fulfilling her role as a wallflower.
Jughead noticed how expressive she was. She would move her hands when she talked, waving them all over the place and gesturing. She could tell the whole story with her bright eyes, which leaked with emotion and passion. The words she used and her way of phrasing things filled Jughead’s head with ideas. The inspiration he’d been looking for was right in front of him and it hit him quick how fast he was falling head first for the charming Vixen.
“And then I told her that it wasn’t fair that ethnic minorities are portrayed that way in this show but she decide- Jughead? Are you alive? Helloooo Earth to Juggie?” You waved your hand in front of his face since the boy seemed to be lost in a trance. The two of you had been talking for almost an hour now and you’d been concealing your blush whenever he stared at you. It was undeniable he was kind of cute and different to most other boys you’d met. To him though you were probably the perfect girl next door. Untouchable and innocent. Not with your history, no. Nobody is ever perfect in Riverdale.
“Sorry I was just thinking about how pretty you look,” Jughead smirked, the confidence coming from nowhere. Jughead even looked surprised himself at his comment. You felt flustered and you looked down so he couldn’t see your rosy cheeks. So… he wants to play huh?
You scooted closer to him on the couch, slowly draping your legs over his lap and leaning back onto a pillow lazily. He was looking at you, eyes wide. You batted your eyelashes innocently, smiling up at him in a way that could only be described as… seductive?
You had no idea where this mood came from and neither did he. Some harmless flirting didn’t hurt nobody though.
Within the next five minutes you were snuggled into his side talking about your day whilst he was stroking your legs and wrapping his fingers around the curls in your hair. There was just some kind of comfort and butterflies you felt when so close to him and it was clear he felt the same.
“Am I really pretty?” You suddenly mumbled, rubbing over your stomach subconsciously. You’d always been insecure about your weight and it had been your weakness when it came to dealing with high school bitches.
Jughead leaned back and gave you a look. “I’m being honest when I say you’re honestly so pretty, and it’s not all about your looks. You have a great personality from what I can tell. I mean, I can’t really judge you yet but based on the cover of your book you’re funny and charismatic and I would love to take you out on a date,” The last part was barely audible but you’d heard every single word. You sat up quick, mouth wide open. You began to fidget with your hands like you always did when the words just wouldn’t come out. You could just whisper.
“I would love that,” You stared at his soft lips and he blushed, staring right back at yours. You scooted closer once more, leaning in.
“I’M HOME HONEY!” The front door slammed shut and the sound of bags being dumped on the floor was heard from the hallway. The two of you jumped apart quickly as your Mum walked in to find the two of you, sitting on opposite ends of the couch with red faces. “Hey guys, I bought pizza! If you want to stay for dinner Jughead just let me know, (Y/N) can you help me unpack these groceries please,” She smiled at the both of you before walking off to the kitchen.
You reluctantly sat up but before you left the room, you turned around to meet Jughead Jones’ eyes. You smiled bashfully.
“It’s a date.”
i’m so sorry that i’m slow and ew, i hope this was okay + didn’t proofread because i’m dead. Will read tomorrow :)