rusty tool

A/N: After 1x07 I typed out a quick little text post (which you can read here) and it inspired me to make it a full-fledged fic about Jughead moving in with Fred & Archie. Hopefully this will help pass a little time until the new episode. Almost 5k words of Bughead fluff. Enjoy!

just looking for something (something like home)

He moves in with the Andrews men early on a Saturday morning.

Not that he could really call it moving in considering his entire life fits into a backpack but at least he’s got a room to call his own.

The basement, to be exact.

Fred sets up a cot in the corner, near boxes of Christmas decorations (he’s pretty sure those haven’t been touched since Archie’s mom left) and old rusty tools and lawn equipment. He sets his backpack on a rickety tool bench but doesn’t move to unpack.

“Sorry it’s so cold down here,” Fred is saying as he throws a fitted flannel sheet over the cot’s mattress. “We’ll get you a space heater or something before winter comes.”

“Alright,” Jughead says although he’s not really paying attention. It’s not that he’s not grateful for Fred’s generosity, he is but he can’t help but think about his dad at home alone. Probably drunk, even though he promised to get his act together.

Just a month, maybe two.

Not a chance in hell.

Jughead is glad Archie is at football practice because there’s a question on the tip of his tongue that he’s a little embarrassed to ask.

“Just curious,” he starts but his voice shakes a little and his hands are sweating. He runs them down the front of his pants and clears his throat. “Is there a uh… um…a girl policy?”

Judging from Fred’s expression he’s just as surprised Jughead asked as he is.

“A girl policy,” Fred repeats. “Well, Archie has girls over but they usually keep the door open. And no sleepovers.”

Jughead laughs and holds up his hands. “Yeah, of course. That’s not really what I was talking about. More just…in general.”

Fred gives him a knowing smile and it makes him want to melt into the hard concrete floor under his feet.

“Betty is more than welcome in this house whenever she wants. She always has been and that won’t change just because you’re dating.”

Dating.

What a foreign concept. It’s something he’s still getting used to, if he’s being honest. He’s never had a real girlfriend before and he’s not even sure he knows how to be a boyfriend.

Then again, Betty kissed him after he walked her home so he’s hoping that means he’s doing alright so far.

“Great,” he says a little too enthusiastically and he blushes a little when Fred grins. “Thanks, I mean. Betty is…”

“A great girl,” Fred finishes and Jughead nods. “You’re a lucky guy, Jug.”

He just laughs and shakes his head because that is a statement that is so unfairly untrue that if he didn’t laugh about it he’d probably cry.

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It’s funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said ‘do the best you can with these, they will have to do’. And mostly, against all odds, they do.
—  Anne Lamott
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It’s funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox, full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty, bent old tools – friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty – and said, Do the best you can with these, they will have to do. And mostly, against all odds they’re enough.
—  Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies
A Flaw In The Facade - Kylo Imagine

Pairing: Kylo x Reader

Prompt: [REQUESTED] ~ “Can I have a Kylo Ren imagine where your a friend of Rey’s and he captures you to raid your mind only to realize your innocent and just protecting your friend and have nothing to do with the alliance? Fluff?”

Word Count: 1462

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: none

Originally posted by cassydesu

The air was thick, heavy with dust. You squinted past the sheer soot, attempting to ravage through the small ship in order for parts.

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BATH SCHOOL DISASTER

“Children were tossed high in the air; some were catapulted out of the building.”

WHERE: Bath Township, Michigan, USA

WHEN: 9:45am Wednesday 18 May 1927

THE CRIME: Bath Township is a small community located 16 km (10 mi) northeast of Lansing, Michigan. In the late spring of 1927 it was the venue for three bombings, which killed 45 people and injured 58. Most of those who died were pupils aged between seven and twelve at Bath Consolidated School. It was the deadliest act of mass murder in an American school.

That morning school treasurer Andrew Philip Kehoe, who had money worries thanks to a property tax that led to foreclosure proceedings against his farm, murdered his 52-year-old tubercular wife, Ellen “Nellie” price, by hitting her over the head. He then dumped her body in a wheelbarrow by the hen house. At 8:45am he set fire to his home, ensuring the animals were tethered so they would all burn to death. He had placed explosives at the farm to ensure maximum damage. 

As firemen arrived at the farm the north wing of the school building was destroyed in an explosion at 9:45am. Kehoe had over the previous few months planted explosives in and around the school building. Teacher Bernice Sterling said, “After the first shock I thought for a moment I was blind. When it came the air seemed to be full of children and flying desks and books. Children were tossed high in the air; some were catapulted out of the building." People rushed towards the north wing to help as Kehoe drove up in his car at 10:15am. He had filled the car with metal tools, nails, rusty farm implements and explosives. He detonated the car, killing himself and the school superintendent, Emory E. Huyck, 33, and murdering and injuring several others. Thirteen Ambulances were at the school by the afternoon to ferry the injured to hospital and remove the remains of the dead. Police found a wooden sign at Kehoe’s farm bearing the legend, ”Criminals are made, not born.“

THE AFTERMATH: Search teams found another 227 kg (500 lb) of explosives hidden in the basement of the schools south wing. With it was a timer set for 9:45am but no one knows why it did not work.

YOU SHOULD KNOW: When he was 14, Kehoe’s stepmother accidentally set herself on fire. He watched her burn for several minutes before dousing the flames. She later died of her injuries.

(via True-Crimes)

(Source: 501 Most Notorious Crimes - Paul Donnelly 2009)