#feignedperfect

       Betty couldn’t remember how she got home, too much was going on on her mind and her legs automatically carried her home. The tears still didn’t dry as she opened the front door and saw just what she expected to see.  Her mother, standing there and waiting for her with an expression on her face that made clear, she was not pleased at all.

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this lovely angel popped out of nowhere, seeking explanation on a dark day of tumblr. and alas, the bright side pulled through with two amazing plot ideas and getting to write with an Alice (something i am so giddy about). and THAT is how we met.

           ❛   - -- - i'm nearly finished.  ❜   as she talks, she rolls up the sleeves of her blouse, expensive silk taking a back seat to regina’s enthusiasm for all things celebratory. festivities in the forest were different than in this world   --   her first year was a learning experience. now, decades later, she’s long since mastered the art.  ❛   cookies first, then the pie and after that, the candy apples... the presents go under the tree at exactly midnight... henry should be asleep by ten-thirty, he never makes it any later...  ❜  -- has she forgotten something ? 

the coopers always had the biggest tree. it was real, of course, often reaching the ceiling of their living room. it was a point of pride, more than anything. they had to have the biggest and best tree to prove they were the best. this year was no different, betty noted, as she starred up at the tree that was bigger than she. at her feet sat boxes of baubles and piles of tinsel. all waiting to be put on the best tree in riverdale.  ❝   mom !   ❞  she called out to the woman in the kitchen, where sweet smells were filling the room.  ❝   maybe next year we should get a tree that actually fits in the house.   ❞