honey, gold & light.

oh, betty cooper [ . . . ] what a big heart you've got. 

[heartlikegold]

                    BETTY COOPER IS THE HEART OF RIVERDALE .

studying the girl next door trope, a heart of gold, what it means to be brave, home is where the heart is and healthy female friendships. 

♡ . . . . dossier & rules . ♡ . . . . starter call . ♡ . . . . promo .

♡ . . . . loved by dani .   ♡ . . . . other blogs : @wistcrias / @dangeress / @starsbore / @tricktress​ / @darephi​ .

[science70]

Elliott Erwitt, a mechanic working on her van, San Francisco, California, 1975.

[julietophelia-deactivated202312]

Betty, what’s the most awful lie you’ve ever told your best friend?

[wildblues]

85 / ∞ virginia gardner being gorgeous: greeting message for cameo

[lady-guinevere222-deactivated20]

Tubbo🐏🐝🌷

[heartlikegold]

♡· . . . evan buckley. 

      “Luckily for us, the doctors here in LA do a good job. I have other scars that haven’t healed as well.” Those are all from his childhood though, some that have never even seen a doctor because he hid them from his parents, but he’s not about to drop his whole childhood trauma on her right now, because that would most certainly be a MOOD KILLER.

      “Mhm…should we work on that, then?” Buck asks, the corners of his lips curved upwards as he drops to his knees slowly, hands running up her thighs and resting on her hips before he leans in, pressing his lips to the faint line that is her scar.

        whatever betty was about to say is scrambled by the smirk on buck’s lips as he sank to his knees before her. her cheeks are quick to burn with color as his intentions become clearer, stomach tightening in anticipation. a faint shiver sings up along her spine, a flood of goosebumps rising up over her skin as buckley touches his lips to the scar. ❝ oh–– ❞ she inhales softly, and without thinking, her hand goes up to his face, fingers hovering over his cheek. 

she’s not particularly good at being coy or sexy or even smooth really, but she tries anyways. ❝ are you going to kiss me like that on all my scars? ❞ betty jokes, even as her breath catches a hint. ❝ because that’s... a lot of scars. softball, soccer, cheer... you might um, you know. get tired. ❞ 

[lifeinpoetry]

HESTIA: […] I could burn this all down in a heartbeat and even Kronos himself could not stop me. Time is nothing when you have been still for so long. My name means altar. Bow to me.

Venetta Octavia, from “This Is About Me Now,” What We Left Behind (via stardust-rain)

[elenaalvar-deactivated20200112]

Karolina Dean + braids

[inluvwu]

[heartlikegold]

@extraordinheir

[northernnsong]

by Ashley Armitage

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄:  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  all  of  these  are  taken  from  the  movie  ‘barbie: fairytopia’  released  in  2005.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  what’s the matter, [name] ? jealous ?  ❜ ❛  we’re trying to do you a favor.  ❜ ❛  if that’s what you want to think, suit yourself.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t think so, but … maybe i should go ask my mom, just in case.  ❜ ❛  at least one of us will get a good night’s sleep.  ❜ ❛  why didn’t i think of that ? oh, wait … i did think of that.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry. i know how much she means to you.  ❜ ❛  you can’t possibly go all by yourself !  ❜ ❛  believe me, i don’t think i can do it either.  ❜ ❛  yeah, right, i’m different, that’s all. not great.  ❜ ❛  i think i know exactly what to do.  ❜ ❛  but, [name], if it’s so dangerous, why are you going ?  ❜ ❛  isn’t there another way ?  ❜ ❛  it’s a sacrifice i’m willing to make for them.  ❜ ❛  i’ve never seen aynthing like it.  ❜ ❛  today is what they call ‘perfect’. you know what i say to myself on days like today ?  ❜ ❛  yes, it was pretty great, wasn’t it ?  ❜ ❛  i didn’t see you coming up with any ideas !  ❜ ❛  perhaps i should revise those odds.  ❜ ❛  i don’t know how to thank you.  ❜ ❛  you don’t have to thank me. i wanted to help.  ❜ ❛  be safe. i hope one day we’ll meet again.  ❜ ❛  you’re being ridiculous !  ❜ ❛  doesn’t that feel better ?  ❜ ❛  don’t you get it ? i won’t let you come.  ❜ ❛  i’m trying to take care of you. you need to get used to it. it’s what friends do.  ❜ ❛  you don’t think you have a chance ?  ❜ ❛  thanks for dropping by, but get lost.  ❜ ❛  doesn’t that mean anything to you ?  ❜ ❛  come and get me if you can !  ❜ ❛  i’m nothing like you.  ❜ ❛  you’re special but you#re not treated that way, are you ?  ❜ ❛  i know what it’s like to feel different all your life.  ❜ ❛  everything in your little world will be just the way you remember it.  ❜ ❛  you’re so close. so close to everything you’ve always wanted.  ❜ ❛  i knew you could do it.  ❜ ❛  oh, thank you, but we did what we had to do.  ❜ ❛  we weren’t trying to be heroes.  ❜ ❛  you have earned a great gift.  ❜ ❛  you may not need a gift but you still deserve one.  ❜

[becoming-alice-thin]

[heartlikegold]

♡· . . . eddie munson. 

      eddie has no time to make any guesses before betty holds a battered spoon to his lips.  he enthusiastically accepts the taste-hint,  though at this point he doesn’t need it.  “mmm…”  he melts a little,  like the chocolate chips on  his tongue.  “i’m no rat,  betty cooper.”  he uses his index finger to draw an imaginary X over his heart.  “your completely inappropriate handling of food is safe with me.”  she takes the spoon back and he grins at her,  almost wolfish.  he’ll blame that on the weed.

      he listens as intently as he can for someone blazed out of his mind.  he appreciates the candidness of her talking about something that seems on the personal side.  “that’s really cool,”  he says,  not a hint of irony or sarcasm to be found.  he has no idea who his grandparents are or were on his mom’s side,  and the ones on his dad’s side are dead.  the most his dad passed on to him was how to hotwire a car.  “well judging from the taste i just had i think your grandma would be pretty damn proud.”  he arches a brow and playfully smiles.  “though she may be less stoked about you sharing the secret with the likes of me.”

          eddie’s a good guy; hawkins is just a rough place to be... different. betty’s always fit in perfectly, but she was never blind to the judgement of her used-to-be peers. still, whether eddie knows it or not, once he gets out of town, all of this will be a distant memory. there’s so much more out there than hawkins and they’re both too young to waste that on the jason carvers and carol perkins of the world. until then, there’s chocolate chip cookies and rock albums and eddie’s playful smile. small things that can’t fix the world, but can still make it a little bit better. 

❝ thanks, eddie, ❞ betty responds, meeting his eyes with her own genuine smile. ❝ but you didn’t even know my grandma. she swore like a truck driver and put way too much sugar in her iced-tea, and she would have loved you. stoned or not. ❞ she’d been the kind of woman who’d grown to care less and less what other people thought of her as the years went by, a trait fought to emulate –– but it was hard when she did genuinely care about so many of those around her. the last thing she ever wanted to do was let anyone down. ❝ speaking of relatives though... when does your uncle get back? should we save some for him? ❞ 

[snootyfoxfashion]

Bee Embossing Rolling Pin from PippaWoodCraft

[heartlikegold]

what’s  your  underlying  motif  ?

the orange . 

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

[wildblues]

38 / ∞ virginia gardner being gorgeous: tell me how i die (2016)

[heartlikegold]

♡ . . . eddie munson. 

heartlikegold sent:  ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . 100 nonverbal prompts      /      accepting.

      eddie munson is no chef,  but he’s halfway decent at following instructions—when he wants to.  and betty happens to be extremely good  ( maybe a little too good )  at giving instructions.  he measures out the salt she tells him,  half of a teaspoon,  and passes it to her.  they’re like one of those medical tv shows where the doctor calls out what he needs and the nurse hands it over.  but he’s definitely the nurse in this scenario.  he also definitely smoked a bit before they got started,  so he’s feeling pretty good about his kitchen prowess.  even if he’s just realized—

      “wait…”  he watches as she mixes the salt in with the other ingredients he’s gathered and he squints a little.  “what are we making again?”  fuck if he knows,  but he’ll eat it once they’re done either way.  “brownies,  right?”  no.  “spaghetti?”  no.  even he can make spaghetti without assistance.  “i give up,  man,”  he says as if she’d posed the question and asked him to guess.      /      @heartlikegold·

        it’s as she’s folding the chocolate chips in that betty raises an eyebrow over at eddie. amused, her grin is wide. ❝ well... we’ve got chocolate chips, sugar and flour... I’ll give you three guesses. ❞ but before he can try, she scoops up a tiny bit of the batter out onto a spoon, holding it up to his mouth. ❝ technically, the fda would be so mad at me for this, but I don’t think you’re going to rat me out, right? ❞ chocolate chip cookies are easy and quick and delicious –– and considering he seems baked ( ha, pun intended! ) out of his mind right now –– totally perfect for a saturday night cram-session. because so help her god, eddie munson is graduating this year! 

they’ve already had a productive two hours so taking over his uncle’s small kitchen to make baked goods feels like a natural reward. ❝ this is my grandma’s recipe, ❞ she admits as she takes the spoon back. ❝ she taught it to me when I was a kid. brown sugar and a sprinkle of nutmeg goes a long way, betts, she’d say. god, I miss her. ❞