Gender: Female
Age: 30
Country: United States
Signup Date:
July 12, 2018
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03/25/2023 12:26 PM
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Just a mad world.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends  Betty was going through a lot of emotional turmoil as a result of the fact that a serial murderer was calling her and she was also attempting to solve a mystery. Everything was a little excessive. The single bright spot in her life, the guy wearing a knit cap, was the one thing that helped her maintain her sanity. Whenever he was in the vicinity, you could count on him to grasp her hand and see that she had relaxed her grip on her hands. On occasion, he would comprehend the strain that was exerted by her mother. He reminded her that this was a significant improvement over the background noise that was all around her. Yet, now that he was living on the southside, things were not the same. Things were going in a new direction things were altering. She wanted to tell him a lot of things, but she couldn't since she was concerned about keeping him safe at the same time. She was driven nuts by her constant worry about losing him while another individual was being murdered. Betty wanted to go just as they had said she could if it was that simple. After some time, she came to the conclusion that being around the serpents and being around them was something what she wanted. Initially, she believed that they had extremely interesting ideas, and she enjoyed seeing Jughead play the part of the leader. He was maturing into his own unique personality. assuming responsibility for the situation, the point was that she wanted to demonstrate that she was capable of handling things just as much as everyone else. She was capable of handling things on her own regardless of what circumstances arose. He did not have to go to the point of protecting her by just preventing her from being excluded from the situation. She has no intention of just becoming one of the serpents for the sake of Jughead. She wanted to be of assistance. Yet, it was also to demonstrate to him that they were, in a way, a team despite the circumstances. despite the fact that she knew, somewhere in her heart, that he wouldn't like the dancing in front of everyone, Betty couldn't help but do it nonetheless. This was a decision that she was making for herself and not in consultation with anybody else. This was the option that she went with.
While she worked on undoing and retying the knot she had created in the front of her light denim blue shirt, her eyes darted between the diamanté jewels that adorned the collar and the top two buttons. She'd wasted much too much time mulling over whether or not she should show some flesh by tying the scarf in a knot or tuck it inside her skirt instead. In the end, she decided to go with the second choice. She studied her evening attire, which she was aware was supposed to make her feel courageous and confident, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She cocked her head to the side. When she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror once again, this time focusing on her pink skirt that was shorter than normal, her attention was immediately pulled to her hair. The most annoying feature has had to be the ponytail.
Her hand reached up and grabbed the blonde hairband, which she then tugged off of her head. Betty Cooper was ready with only the hint of a grin, an upward movement of her lips, and the glide of her fingers through her hair.
With the exception of Polly, the women of the Cooper household made their grand appearance. Almost immediately upon their entrance, there seemed to be an absolute hush fall over everyone in the room. These were the main topic of discussion for everyone there. Betty was unable to recollect the precise amount of time that had elapsed since Alice's last visit to this bar; yet, it seemed that a significant portion of time had been consumed during that absence. Betty focused her concentration on the one and only person in the world who mattered to her at that precise instant in time.
As the music was suddenly cut off, Betty had no clue what was going on, and she watched as Veronica and Archie sprinted off the stage in opposite directions. Veronica and Archie both fled the stage at the same time. Betty's natural singing ability began to emerge as she walked out onto the stage, grabbed the mirophone, and began to perform " All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces " It was either going to happen for her now, when it was her turn to dance, or it wasn't going to happen at all. During the time that she was performing, she was on stage. It seemed as if she was constantly proceeding at a slower pace throughout the whole of the circumstance. When she seized the microphone and began singing the song, she slowly began to remove her blowse and then her skirt. Her fingertips delicately traced the curve of her neck as she pushed one hand through her hair. Although she was moving back a little bit and grabbing on to the pole while spinning and leaning back, she was doing everything and anything that came naturally to her at the time. As she turned around, her back was against the pole, and she carefully looked at Jughead. She grasped the pole and started making slow, deliberate spins around it until she was entirely encompassed by it. She did this until she was totally encased by it. She was just dancing gently when she reached up to her face, stroked her cheek, and then kept dancing thereafter. The period of time in which she had the impression that she was existing entirely inside her own universe.
Betty It was the fact that she wasn't only dancing for him but also for other reasons that contributed to the one-of-a-kind experience that she had throughout the dance. As time went on, she saw that she was beginning to take a greater interest in herself. She was developing her independence by choosing to make decisions for herself and deciding that she did not care what other people thought or said about the choices that she made. She often found herself considering how much she cared for the serpents, which spurred her desire to assist them in some manner. It is possible that the Jughead and Serpents had a part in her decision as well. This is something that should be considered.
When Betty made her way up to the microphone and sung the last word of "mad world," she couldn't help but see something off in the distance in one of the room's corners. Despite her composure, Betty made her way closer to the microphone. After that, she turned her attention to concentrate on Jughead and FP. Betty was left clueless when the song abruptly came to a stop; she had no idea what was going on. Betty was experiencing a full-blown panic attack and going through all of its stages. When she learned that Jughead felt negatively toward her, it came as a complete surprise to her. If he had even the slightest suspicion that she intended to go through with this, he would never let it to happen. It was necessary for him to come to the understanding that he did not have to watch over her at all times. They did the task as a unit, and she demonstrated that she is more than capable of looking for herself.
Before FP could even begin to get a handle on what was going on, she had already started to make her way off the stage. She left before FP could even begin to understand what was happening. He seemed to be wearing his Serpent jacket at the moment, and he offered it to Betty so that she might wrap herself in it. Betty's attention moved to concentrate on Jughead as the new center of attention. Even the low lighting in the bar was insufficient to hide his agitation and nervousness. He was furious. When some time had passed, he saw her standing outside wearing a blue blouse and a pink skirt. waiting for the conflict to begin. Everything came tumbling down at the same time. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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03/23/2023 12:32 PM
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Episode 4x18.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends The method in which he directed the statements against her was not fair. as if she were something to be owned, despite the fact that Betty was well aware that this was in no way what he meant by his statement. " You are aware of what? You have a valid point. I just don't see how we could ever disagree with you on that point." Betty assumed they were done having this talk with Archie, which seemed like it was the same one they had had many times during the last few years. The blonde shrugged slightly when she did even care, the expression in her eyes giving away not much betty was attempting to understand. back in the day, she used to be a cheerleader. It seemed like a very long time had passed since then. She can see clearly now that it wasn't something that Arche enjoyed. She had found someone else who she could love with all of her heart, and she was now with that person. She had finally met someone else who was worthy of her undivided affection, and she was now in a relationship with that person. Regardless of how much she tried to fight it, the young guy wearing the beanie won her heart.
And as for Betty, she could at least put the responsibility on the fact that Archie Andrews had been her very first love or crush, although at the time she wasn't really sure which it was. whether she ever loved Archie in the manner in which she does now. However, as it seemed, there were a great deal of other things for her to acquire knowledge of now that she knew them. That was a dream that she desired to come true. When he asked her this a second time, she didn't even blink once in response to his question. Betty was aware of her emotions. That portion of her life was no longer a part of it. It was clear that she was no longer the same girl. It's possible that it was due to the fact that they were about to graduate, which caused memories to surface. When they were in a dangerous situation and didn't know where to turn, it was their refuge.
"but it is the most heartbreaking aspect of this. When I was younger, everything was different. I've changed a lot, and so have you. I no longer consider myself to be the same person." Her breath caught on a few phrases as she tried, most likely unsuccessfully, to make her point very clear. Archie had many opportunities to pursue a relationship with her, and they are currently in their last year of high school. He came to the conclusion that it was possible for him to feel anything for her. It wasn't going to take place, no way, no how. "that doesn't matter however, because the past is the past, and I love Jughead with all of my heart, and nothing would ever alter that..." Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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03/19/2023 12:30 PM
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CH1 ADMISSION PART 3.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends During the previous year, when Betty anticipated that her life would take a new turn. She had the assumption that she would be able to keep her closest friends, many of whom she had known since she was a child. They would go through it all at the same time. Nonetheless, she had become the shy and reserved young woman she had been before Veronica entered her life. She immediately became embarrassed when she understood that having a crush on Archie was a childhood fantasy. And there was someone there for her, someone stable who was not afraid of her darkness. Jughead. She could tell anything and everything, and she attempted to forgive herself for kissing Archie. Betty found herself in a whole new setting and saw some familiar individuals there. Why did her heart feel like it was so heavy? A few of weeks ago, she became aware that she had begun to develop the habit of digging her nails into the palms of her hands and curling her fingers into her palms.
To tell you the truth, she had this feeling the majority of the time during the last several months. It is one of the reasons why she got to the college a little bit early than everyone else. Considering how uncomfortable everything was in Riverdale, was there any use in living there? Betty reasoned that the sooner she arrived, the better off she would be. She would not hear the rumors about what she had done, her father, or the moment when everyone believed Jughead had died. It was almost as if she had kept everyone at a comfortable distance these days; truly. Despite the fact that the individuals who are close to her, such as Cheryl, Toni, Tate, and Dottie, assure her that she is not a terrible person. In point of fact, it's possible that the cumulative stress of all she's been through finally caught up to her. and the time has come to make a decision on how to proceed. Betty wasn't like her mother in that she didn't brush things under the rug and pretended like her life was wonderful or as if nothing was going on.
As Betty was finally jolted out of her thoughts, the girl muttered something about the tours, The blonde gave a gentle grin and gave a little nod in response. "I really do hope not. I had the impression that I would be distracted the entire time if that happened." She sighed as she leaned against a wall with a cup of coffee in her hand and ran her fingers through her hair as she did so. These days, she was getting so little sleep that she felt like she was living off of coffee instead of rest. Her thoughts would not stop going back to the past and forward into the future. Everyone believed that Betty would do extremely well at college and have the time of her life while she was there. Yet, the individuals who were closest to her knew her too well, and they were aware of how concerned she was about being left behind. There were certain things that came quite easily to her, while others were more challenging for her. She moved away from the wall that she had been resting against in order to take a drink of her coffee as she did so.
Betty was rather taken aback by how large the space was that the institution provided. During their conversation on writing, she began to feel a flutter of excitement. Whether she was writing or working on her assignments, she was completely absorbed in what she was doing and did not give any thought to anything else going on in her life. Throughout the course of the brief tour, she eventually became used to her environment and was able to locate everything on her own. At the very least, the college aspect of it was a weight that was taken off the shoulders. This can be said without a doubt. When Betty was standing close by with her bag in her hands, the woman dumped her coffee into the nearby trash can.
She had already made up her mind about one thing before she went to meet up with her friends: she was going to return to her room and clean it up because if she didn't, she would never get caught up with her assignments or with life in general. She would never act in such a way. Keeping her life organized and well-planned out was what allowed her to maintain her composure. Or maybe what she did was simply her way of venting her rage in the way that she did it. Or she might take her frustrations out on herself; either way, it was necessary. After removing everything from her room, thoroughly cleaning and arranging every nook and cranny of it. She pulled out her phone and began to text Cheryl and Toni in the group chat they were in. It won't be long until she arrives. There was a message left on the voicemail. She hunched her shoulders and brought the phone closer to her ear. When she gave the speech while she was in high school, she made it seem like it was her father, but it wasn't really her father. Has she finally lost her mind? Was someone after her? Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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03/19/2023 02:35 PM
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Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe Part 2.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends Betty's remarks poured out in a string, one after the other, as she inched closer and closer to the typical booth that the gang occupies at Pop's. Getting a bite to eat after a late night has been regular for the group ever since Betty started looking more like an extra from The Walking Dead than her typical bubbly and well-put-together self. She stumbled the final few feet before collapsing into the seat, and even though her characteristic ponytail was slicked back flawlessly without a single hair out of place, the dark shadows under her eyes betrayed her. "I believe that I may have been able to get two hours of sleep the night before last. In the Cooper home, I believe it may very well be a new all-time high point."
How much longer was he going to desire her, the flawless Betty Cooper and top student at Riverside High who avoided controversy whenever it was possible and had a pattern of never sticking up for herself for the self-sacrificing sake of others? How much longer was he going to want her? Before she sat down, upon hearing the word "cousin," she approached her, leaned in, and hugged her. Even while Cheryl was the one who always went on these hunts with her whether it was Jughead or Ronnie, it was always Cheryl who was able to whisk her away from her worries at the end of the day and truly concentrate on other things rather than just a case. "I'm happy to see you here, Cheryl It's well known that whenever I get the impression that anything shady is going on, I can't help but take action and provide assistance. I shall, of course, be joining the rest of you guys."
But, the double-edged implication of the words that she used were anything from innocent, despite the fact that she proceeded to sip her shake in an innocent manner. That was one of those things that, in a lot of ways, like so many other things, brought out the childlike side in her. It was a carefree time, free from the constraints of rules or the way things were meant to be. During those times spent together, she revealed the aspects of her personality that were most characteristic of Betty. For example, the way she impetuously attempted to keep her arms crossed as a defensive front was both amusing and futile. Her petulant stance lasted for only a few seconds before her arms fell to her lap, and she allowed herself to break from her feigned expression with a laugh as she reached for her milkshake to take a celebratory sip from it. "okay, I just wrapped up another case, but there's been something else going on that I really haven't spoken about, Dot, " she said. She broke into a grin when she finally looked up at toni. "hey t! you are just in time. I think i'm somewhat am." She cast another glance in Tate's direction and smiled warmly at him as she did so. "Yes, Tate, we would love for you to join us. Maybe you might be able to assist."
"I can't say for sure..." She was lagging behind, one hand reaching out to twiddle with the straw from her milkshake that was only halfway finished, but she followed up with a harder and more determined repeat. "I don't. I mean, I've always believed that this issue was resolved, but-" Betty shook her head, exasperated by the fact that her ideas kept running into each other before she had even finished completing one statement. She immediately clamped her lips together, as if she was afraid that anything further she said would come out and make the situation even more dire than it already was. She had been attempting to convey an issue that she hadn't recognized as a problem until now since it seemed to be getting momentum.
The woman's lips were squeezed together into a thin line as she allowed herself the time to put together something comprehensible while simultaneously being aware that there was very little patience. "I've just started receiving phone calls again, but I'm unsure who they are from," the blonde said. She gave in, her face gradually softening as she realized that all of the females had no idea what response she would get. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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03/18/2023 04:40 PM
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look at us now.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends Betty would not budge from her position even as he sneered at her and moved one step closer to her. Determination began to set in, strengthening not only her physical but also her mental fortitude. "I didn't..." Once she realized how Jughead had interpreted Archie's message, she felt a sudden stabbing ache in her chest, which caused her original venomous tone to lose some of its sting. Betty was unaware of the lengths that Archie had gone to or the liberties that he had taken in response to her request that he advises Jughead to maintain his distance while causing the least amount of harm and consequences possible.
"That wasn't my intention at all." Her voice cracked with emotion as a look of despair flashed over her face. The expression was brief and transitory, but the Serpent who stood before her did not fail to see it. Whatever had happened had resulted in Jughead no longer taking her calls, which was the primary reason why she had gone to the South Side in the first place in pursuit of him. Furthermore, Jughead had stopped answering his phone.
Betty made an effort to make a speedy recovery by channeling her anger, which she managed to do effortlessly despite the fact that he continued to undermine her mother's trustworthiness. While Betty seldom agreed with the objectives and measures her mother took against defaming the South Side in the pieces she wrote, Betty's love and affection for her mother was fiercely protective of her. "So don't assume that simply because I'm from the North Side you already know all there is to know about me." Betty discovered that she was moving forward one inch at a time in defiance. "Even though serpents are related to us, that's still my mom," she said. Thus, pull back. Betty disregarded his warning and pushed past him with her shoulder in a violent manner in order to carry out the actions she had fully intended.
"Don't tell me what I'm going to do or what I'm not going to do..." Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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03/11/2023 11:23 PM
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i'm trying my best.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends The humorous aspect of this situation is that Jughead could sense that she was exhausted. It seemed as if a great deal was resting on her shoulders all at once. She has gone through a lot of difficult experiences. It seemed as if she was conveying everything in one go. Polly's life will change forever as a result of the loss of their father; she will always be concerned for the children. Her mother was now buried in a mountain of reports while Jughead was taking care of the preparations. Veronica was coping with her father's sickness while Archie was assisting the kids. Simply put, she felt completely out of control.
"I really have no idea, Jughead. I simply don't feel like I belong here at all. And I have no idea how to remedy that problem." Betty had the ability to advocate for herself. When she needed to be, she could manage just well on her own. It worked out well, and at the same time, it seemed like he was keeping her in check.
Jug was not contained inside her walls. She had faith in him. She didn't have to worry about being judged, wounded, or criticized while she was with him because she knew he wouldn't do any of those things. Simply put, he was there to provide her his support. Furthermore, she wished it was abundantly evident that she was always there for him as well, even if all she did was listen to him. The distance that separated them seemed insurmountable, but it wasn't. Her mind was playing tricks on her about the whole thing.
She had to take another step before realizing that no one was going. On the property, people believed that she had lost her mind. They had faith in what she was claiming to be true. She paid attention to her intuition, and the results satisfied her regarding how things transpired. Maybe it was because the future was so obscure, and she had no idea where it would lead her, but Betty was confident about one thing: she wanted Jughead, Veronica, Archie, and Cheryl to be a permanent part of her life. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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03/03/2023 11:34 PM
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comic betty/ season 7.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends Betty was roused from her sleep by a dull discomfort in both of her legs. Every muscle in her toes, foot, ankles, shins, thighs, and back echoed with a familiar, reassuring ache that brought back memories of the challenging run she had completed the previous evening. It was evident that she had napped before changing out of her racing attire since her thighs were covered in cotton that had become wrinkled and stiff.
Again.
She groaned, "Fantastic..." as she turned over in her bed. "Wonderful..." The digital alarm clock that was sitting next to her bed chose to go off at that particular moment in time. A well-placed cushion was used to solve the problem before Betty groggily stood up and stripped off her practice clothes. This was done before the matter was resolved. Elizabeth Cooper returned after a short shower, which she took to alleviate any lingering physical aches, looking noticeably more presentable. The epitome of cool, confident, and radiant. And, perhaps most significantly, prepared to tackle yet another day at Riverdale High.
When Betty wiped her hand across the fogged mirror, she took notice of her wet hair, tanned skin, and clear blue eyes. On the delicate skin of her lashes, a trace amount of red was still visible after the treatment, although this was quickly corrected. Betty may argue that she single-handedly kept the make-up company afloat at a more difficult time due to the massive amount of concealer she applied after an Archie-instigated crying session.
Nonetheless, the day would turn out to be a good one. This would be a wonderful day to celebrate. The phrase "Betty Cooper Isn't Worried About Archie's Infatuation With Ronnie" seems appropriate for today's day.
The revitalized blonde flashed a smile in front of the mirror while keeping this in mind. "That is exactly right. You are gorgeous as well as confident in yourself. Even though Archie is an idiot, he will eventually see your amazing potential as a lady after the track meets against Central the following month, even if he is stupid." Betty was prepared for the day by applying a dab of concealer under her eyes and many dramatic coats of mascara on her lashes.
After freshening up, the blonde hurriedly stuffed her school papers into her lucky bag. She changed into a fresh set of workout clothes before making her way to the kitchen while still dressed in her typical comfortable attire.
Alice Cooper couldn't help but smile in what could only be described as an ill-concealed sense of relief as she glanced up from a big cookbook as her mother chirped a joyful "good morning." The previous evening's memories of a more troubled teenager have been firmly shoved to the side for the time being. "Hello, my sweetie! How are you doing this morning?"
"I'm operating at my full capacity once again." Betty beamed as she opened the refrigerator, pulled out a glass container, and stuffed it with the Italian food that had been left over. "The muscle soreness is alleviated after a restful night's sleep. I slept like a rock all night!" Alice was aware of when she should refrain from inquiring more, so she did not press the issue further when Betty deftly sidestepped the topic of whether or not she had a date with Archie. "You came home with the volume turned all the way up. I am aware that the game will take place in a few weeks, but if you push yourself too hard, you will not be doing your team or yourself any favors."
Betty gave a warm grin and rolled her eyes in a kind gesture. "I am fully aware of the constraints placed on me, Mama. I have been participating in cross-country running for the last four years. Do you still have any of that meatloaf in the fridge? I had the impression that I had seen several of them the other day..." Beyond the tin containing the peach cobbler. " Oooh. Peach-cobbler. This would be perfect for Juggie." The intelligent girl grabbed both containers and crammed them into a large blue checkered bag along with the spaghetti. Betty was aware that her buddy was more than capable of consuming more food, so she came to the conclusion that it was more than plenty for a school lunch.
"My, my, my. Your appetite has most definitely been stronger." Alice couldn't help but chuckle as she turned another page in her recipe book and saw the radiant smile on her daughter's face.
"You are fully aware of the fact that Juggie has been stealing from me ever since we were in the second grade." "How is it doing with our cherished Forsythe?"
"Mom. You must be the only person on the face of the globe who calls him such, with the possible exception of Jug's own mother. He's also extremely outstanding." Along with her mother, Betty sat at the island in the kitchen and spread a slice of bread with pumpkin butter that had been sweetened. "What the heck is going on with the recipe book?"
Alice let out a sigh as she sighed and ran her fingers over her platinum blonde locks. "Tonight, your father will be having dinner with a couple of his employees at our house. I was under the impression that I would cook something other than meatloaf or pot roasts this time." Betty tilted her head to the side. "Oh. Would it be helpful for me to come home earlier than usual tonight to assist you?"
"I hope you have a fantastic time with your pals since that's what I want for you. Don't even bother to entertain the thought." Alice stayed quiet for a little while. Betty said yes when asked whether they were simply "hanging out" at Pop's, but she didn't seem as eager to talk to others as she had earlier in the week. Betty turned her head upward as she felt her mother's hands encircling her own.
When she was confronted with challenges like these, Betty was acutely aware of how blessed she was. Although she was subjected to various excitements, stresses, and thrills while she was away from home, she could always depend on her parents' unshakable support. She couldn't help but break down into tears and seek comfort in her mother's familiar embrace when she saw the unadulterated love, concern, and comprehension in her mother's ice-clear blue eyes. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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02/28/2023 11:53 PM
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moonscars.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends One…
Her ring finger was the first to give in to the overwhelming need to subject herself to excruciating pain that she imposed on herself. Her fingernail accidentally touched the scarred flesh of her hand, where a crescent-shaped mark that was half a shade darker than the rest of her skin remained. This mark was so obviously and evidently healed over and over again, and her fingernail innocently curled inward after making contact with it.
Two…
Then she folded her ring finger and took a quiet, deep breath as she readied herself mentally and physically for what was about to take place. At times, Betty had the impression that she was an unwilling passenger on this all-too-familiar journey of self-destruction; nonetheless, she always accepted it. The release from the emotions that had been tearing at her and consuming her from the inside out. That was the only power she believed she possessed at any given moment, and it was the only thing that kept her firmly rooted in the actual world.
Three…
Her middle finger, which is also her strongest finger, commanded and pushed the ultimate folding in of her fingers on top of one another. It was a lack of will, her power of choice now turned inward and against herself rather than any effort to battle the obsessive habit she'd acquired at a young age and only perfected over years of suppression. This was a habit she'd acquired at a young age and only developed through years of repression.
Four…
Her index finger was unable to resist the desire while the rest of the fist was being formed, and the effort that she exerted via her hand muscles culminated in the manner that the edges of her nails slashed into the preexisting shapes that were carved in her palms. This was her salvation; it was how she re-defined her sanity according to her own standards whenever she felt an onslaught of anxiety growing up inside of her.
This was her safe place, the place where she felt the most protected since she was able to shut out everything else that was occurring in the surrounding environment, leaving her with nothing but the anguish to concentrate on. It was sometimes sufficient for her to continue doing what she was doing; other times, more pressing circumstances needed her to curl her fingers until she was satisfied with her job and felt like she could breathe again. Sometimes, it was enough for her to continue doing what she was doing.
It was because of this that she felt guilty, humiliated, and compelled to withdraw from life. In contrast to her mother, her mother had turned a blind eye away from the difficulties that were occurring inside the confines of her home. Betty was left with scars that served as a constant reminder of the anguish she was carrying and the quiet that was forced upon her and expected of her to achieve the unachievable levels of perfection that were required of her. These scars served as a reminder of the anguish Betty was carrying as well as the quiet that was forced upon her and expected of her.
The exquisite and magnificent Betty Cooper was a piece of porcelain that had been broken and ruined beyond repair. The imperfections were disguised and painted with pastel paint so that people walking by wouldn't be able to see the intricacies. As this was taking place, the pleasant and welcoming smile on the artifact's face remained intact, despite the fact that the rest of the world had forgotten about it. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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02/25/2023 01:26 PM
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Romeo & Juliet.
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends Her fingers fit perfectly between his as they always had and as she was sure they always would; however, it was the only tether she felt tied to reality as she stared blankly out at the empty street in front of them that had been flooded with police cars and officers taking away her father in handcuffs only a few hours earlier. After all, Betty had gone through at the hands of the Black Hood, only to find out that it had been her father the whole time, she continued to feel numb. This was her mind's method of protecting her by shutting off portions of herself for the purpose of keeping her safe. She was being manipulated, and she was being tormented. Where does this lead? Betty had taken copious notes and jotted down pertinent information after each and every contact with the masked killer; nevertheless, at this point, she was faced with questions rather than answers. Even though Jughead was the only one left there after everyone else had gone in, humiliation, questions, uncertainties, and a profoundly terrible sensation were now buried in her gut.
As her crazy father revealed the complete history of the Blossom and Cooper cover-up, it meant something entirely different to be Betty Cooper. The horrifyingly twisted home video that dad had forced her and her mother to see, which revealed the nightmares of his youth, just reaffirmed what she had always dreaded and what she had known deep down for some time: the evil that lurked inside her, who Betty indeed was. The child of the figure is known as the Black Hood.
"This battle, Jug... this fight represents all that I have ever done in my life." She turned to look him in the eye when she finally spoke, her voice quivering with emotion as she attempted to keep it gentle. "All that has gone wrong because of my father. I ought to have put a stop to it earlier since I had the ability to. Yet I was able to assist him." She felt a wave of overwhelming nausea wash over her as the knot in her gut tightened and twisted inward.
She had her doubts about the darkness he said was there in each and every one of them. It was much too simple for her to recollect the same memories that he did that evening in the booth at Pop's after the surprise birthday party from hell that she had masterminded out of her own good purpose. The admission that she had made to him about the scars in the form of a crescent moon that was located on her hands and the darkness that she feared existed inside her. The fact that she had finally been given evidence of something she had long feared—that the darkness was absolute—made her feel sick to her stomach. It wasn't a sickness that she'd conjured up and that made up some part of her; somewhat, the revelation that her father was the Black Hood solidified the worst things that she'd always hated about herself throughout her entire life. It wasn't a sickness that she'd manifested, and that made up some part of her.
To what extent did she resemble her father in that he was nothing more than a ticking time bomb? How much longer had he lived a life devoid of abnormalities, his actual nature lying latent till it was reawakened by her remarks at the jubilee? Betty had toiled on that speech for days, thinking only of promoting Jughead and the innocence of FP Jones. Yet, it had been twisted into something so profoundly wicked that she was unable to endure hearing the words echoed back to her by her father just a few hours ago. " Riverdale must do better... We must do better... " Scary now as they continued to play in a never-ending loop. Betty sprang to her feet and tried to run away, but she could only make it as far as the bushes surrounding the Cooper home's front steps before she threw up. Her fingers were immediately ripped from his grasp.
Betty attempted to settle herself and calm her anxiety by wiping the inside of her lips with the sleeve of her jacket, taking a deep breath, and shutting her eyes. She used this strategy. Control. What a sour idea it is now, the one purpose that had dominated her life and been ingrained in her routine for such a significant amount of time, and just look what it has gotten her! A family that was shattered by lies, and she was the only one left to bear the weight of the consequences. "What if I'm not good at this Jug? What if I'm not strong enough to handle all that's happening?" When she turned her back to face him, she made a gesture toward the town around them. "Wait a minute, what do you mean by the fact that your battle isn't done either...." now realized what he'd been trying to tell her about the mantle on his jacket and what its significance was for the Serpents and the Southside in the conflict that was still going on. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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02/24/2023 10:47 PM
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Consider me distracted. 2x14
betty ♔ cooper violent delights
with violent ends While Betty is packing her belongings to go to the Lodge's cabin, she decides on the spur of the moment to get her black bra and skirt from the back of her wardrobe. She pauses for a moment before continuing her examination of the wig. Betty wants this weekend to be about them rather than Jughead's insatiable drive to investigate Hiram Lodge. Instead, she would rather play into his other insatiable demands. Jughead is waiting for her downstairs. Betty wants this weekend to be about them. Betty quickly stuffs the wig into her little bag while she ponders over whether or not she should show Jughead this aspect of herself. Nevertheless, they had previously pledged not to keep any more secrets, and this is one of her more thrilling secrets. Either that or she is harboring the hope that he will find it enjoyable.
Betty is taken aback when he lowers his face after hanging up the phone, and then he turns to tell her the secret that Cheryl had dumped on him, which Betty hadn't yet found out how to communicate to him. It is a source of fear for her that all of their progress may be undone in an instant. She is willing to battle tooth and nail to keep them together, and she is happy when Jughead reassures her that everything is going okay and that he's just sorry she didn't tell him sooner.
Later in the evening, when Betty is feeling a little tipsy, she moves herself near Jughead's body in the hottub. Veronica puts them on and enjoys the way his palm presses firmly on the silky material of her swimming suit as they are submerged in the water. She also enjoys the sensation of being gloriously free from the bright green drink. Betty isn't envious when Jughead makes jokes about leveling the playing field or when Veronica brushes her lips against Jughead's, but it lights a fire under her.
Betty has a healthy respect for Jughead's self-assurance, especially the smiles he saves only for her. She wants to show him a more self-assured version of Betty when they are lying in bed together. Her confidence is boosted when she wears the wig and bra together. When they are drying themselves in their bedroom, she finds the bra and skirt in her suitcase, which causes the flames to creep even further into her chest.
He adds with a sly smile on his face, "Consider me distracted," which she can see he enjoys hearing from Betty since she is so self-assured. Having Jughead Jones exactly where she wanted him to be, including the power and sensuality of the situation. Even though she feels her insides relax as his hands wrap around her waist, she maintains her joyful resolve as he removes the wig. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
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