cooper days

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Sleepless Nights : Jughead can’t sleep without Betty. At 3am, his thoughts drift to the memories of the week they spent together.

Snow Day : Betty Cooper wakes up to discover a heavy layer of snow over Riverdale whilst her boyfriend sleeps. Though Jughead is less than enthused about having to stand in the cold, he embraces the snow for the sake of Betty.

Beach Day : Betty whisks Jughead away from Riverdale for the day so she can take him to the beach for the first time. They spend the day avoiding the troubles that haunt them at home, and fall in love with the sun, the sand, the sea and each other.

He Was Gone - Ch.1 : Three years ago, Jughead Jones vanished. He had been an ever-present force of happiness and friendship in Betty’s life. He meant a constant flow of greasy burgers and sickeningly sweet milkshakes, of dry humour and playful teasing, of too much imagination and too little time, of endless mischief and adventures, of mutual support and unconditional love… And then he was gone. Worse still, she had no idea why.

Thanks my loves 💛

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18-19 May 1536  “This morning she sent for me, that I might be with her at such time as she received the good Lord, to the intent I should hear her speak as touching her innocency always to be clear. And in the writing of this, she sent for me, and at my coming she said: ‘Mr. Kingston, I hear I shall not die aforenoon, and I am very sorry therefore, for I thought to be dead by this time, and past my pain’. I told her, it should be no pain, it was so sottle. And then she said, ‘I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck’, and then put her hands about it, laughing heartily. I have seen many men and also women executed, and that they have been in great sorrow, and to my knowledge this lady has much joy in death. Sir, her almoner is continually with her, and had been since two o'clock after midnight. This is the effect of anything that is here at this time, and thus fare you well.”  [Letter from Sir W. Kingston, Constable of the Tower, to Thomas Cromwell]