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mieteve-minijoma · 9 months

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My Dad passed away on June 27th and we are devastated 😭

His memorial service on the 12th and I'm going to have to remain in SC with my stepmom to help take care of everything with his estate. Any further donations will be wonderful since my stepmom has no income until his life insurance sends her a check and I won't get a disability check until August. Thanks for your help and support.

I miss you so much already 💔

My father is losing his battle with cancer and my heart is absolutely broken. He is doing hospice care at home and I made the trip back home to be with him. We are limited on funds since my hubs and I are both disabled so we have started a GoFundMe.

Please, if you can donate (even if it's just a few dollars), we would much appreciate it. We aren't sure how long we'll be here and it would help us and also my stepmom so she doesn't have to worry about food while we are here.

Love you guys 💜

If you want to send by Venmo or Cash app, I'll list them here:

Venmo: @Bina-Eubie-2006

Cashapp: $Pappy0820

https://gofund.me/8409d3b7

#Signal boost #fuck cancer #pancreatic cancer #loss of a parent #please donate #gofundme

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mieteve-minijoma · 10 months

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My father is losing his battle with cancer and my heart is absolutely broken. He is doing hospice care at home and I made the trip back home to be with him. We are limited on funds since my hubs and I are both disabled so we have started a GoFundMe.

Please, if you can donate (even if it's just a few dollars), we would much appreciate it. We aren't sure how long we'll be here and it would help us and also my stepmom so she doesn't have to worry about food while we are here.

Love you guys 💜

If you want to send by Venmo or Cash app, I'll list them here:

Venmo: @Bina-Eubie-2006

Cashapp: $Pappy0820

https://gofund.me/8409d3b7

#reblog #fuck cancer #please help #gofundme #pancreatic cancer

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mieteve-minijoma · 10 months

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My father is losing his battle with cancer and my heart is absolutely broken. He is doing hospice care at home and I made the trip back home to be with him. We are limited on funds since my hubs and I are both disabled so we have started a GoFundMe.

Please, if you can donate (even if it's just a few dollars), we would much appreciate it. We aren't sure how long we'll be here and it would help us and also my stepmom so she doesn't have to worry about food while we are here.

Love you guys 💜

If you want to send by Venmo or Cash app, I'll list them here:

Venmo: @Bina-Eubie-2006

Cashapp: $Pappy0820

https://gofund.me/8409d3b7

#fuck cancer #please help #gofundme #pancreatic cancer

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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Hi. It’s me again. Sorry to bother you but do you know a fic where Betty and Jughead were in the Blue and Gold and Jughead asks Betty if there was anything he could do to make it up to her after messing up her undercover operation and she thought of a way 😏. It’s a fix it fic. Set in season 4 episode 10 or 11 I think 🤔 Thank you so much

Hello lovely, if you are looking for fics past, you have come to the right place! I have read SO many, and I am always up for hunting down a fic so it's never a bother!

I believe the one you are looking for is:

What is lost can always be found by @lilibug--xx

Summary:

"How can I make it up to you?"

He asks the question with barely concealed smugness, a subtle upturn of his lips. The side of his thumb brushes her skin, just slipping beneath the edge of her turtleneck. He knew what he was doing at the time, just like he does now.

Betty has an idea that benefits the both of them. A 4x10 missing moment.

Hope this helps! 😘

(PS. Sorry if this reply is late, long covid is the bane of my existence atm 😶)

-Bina 💜

#bughead #riverdale #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #betty and jughead #bettyxjughead #ask bina #lilibug fics #just call me the fic finder lol

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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Hey guys, wanted to give an update on why I haven't been uploading any chapters. Turns out, I have covid and ngl, it's kicking my butt 🥴

Today marks a week since I started feeling ill and, while the fever is gone, the chest congestion and fatigue are real my dudes.

Have to watch myself and make sure it doesn't turn into pneumonia again, but I'm being really careful and keeping in contact with my doctor.

Hopefully this will go away soon so I will have the energy to do anything besides lay down.

-Bina 💜

#covid 19 #this sucks

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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Whole family is sick, I feel like I have been run over by a steam roller, and my carpal tunnel has been flaired so much that I can't even write... Ughhh. I hate being sick.

Guess it's time to read some PNR's and try to sleep this ick off...

#i hate being sick #my brain is fried #ughhhhh

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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I hope you don't mind a compliment!

I am loving your amazing fic output lately! You're writing a ton, and I'm enjoying everything you've been sharing with us lately!

Thanks for helping us through the dreck of season 6!

Oh my 🥹 Thank you so much hunny! This means alot to me 💜 I love hearing that my works are helping people make it through the complete dumpster fire that was season 6.

Never fear, my friend! I will continue to write more bughead stories to cleanse the souls of all those who were victimized by this last season.

They did alot of us dirty (all the og ships to be exact) and even though I'll probably skip the final season, I'll be here writing 😘💗😁

-Bina 💜

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #bettyxjughead #betty and jughead #ask bina #mieteve minijoma

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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Take Me Back (To The Night We Met) - Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

~~Two Years After Graduation~~

Betty sat on her bed and cried into her hands, terrified to even leave her dorm room at this point. She hadn’t feared for her life this much since her father and Penelope tried to kill her that night in the woods.

Things had gotten too out of hand and she didn’t know what people would do to her if she showed her face around campus. She didn’t know what the other students would do or if they’d make good on their threats.

She was already told that she’d have to attend her classes remotely due to the commotion her presence caused in recent weeks. They explained to her that this was the entire reason that they had rejected her application, to begin with, only allowing her to attend if she kept her lineage a secret.

Betty wasn’t stupid. She knew they were trying to say in a not-so-subtle way that they’d never wanted to have the daughter of a serial killer on their campus, even if she was a victim of his crimes. They acted like she was the one who let her secret out, even if she was still just a victim in all of this.

How was she supposed to know that her criminology professor would expose her identity the way he had? It had to be a violation of the violent crimes victim privacy act or something, but the school was backing him. She never stood a chance against cowards men like that.

Her professor never seemed to think of Betty as a victim, even after her father tried to kill her multiple times. Had she known then what she knows now, she would have never signed up for his class in the first place.

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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17 Crimes - Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Jughead smirked at the crowd of bewildered cheerleaders and football players they passed on the way to Betty’s locker, sending a wink to her former beau whose jaw was hitting the floor. He leaned down, nudging her cheek with his nose, “We got their attention, baby. Red looks like he’s about to blow his lid... His goddamn face is the same color as his hair right now.”

Betty giggled, pecking him on the jaw, “Good, he can eat his heart out.”

“I’ll eat your--” Jughead laughed as she cut him off with a glare. “Kidding... Maybe.”

Betty rolled her eyes as they kept going, starting to get used to his playful and suggestive comments, secretly finding them kind of flattering. He’d been a lot more flirtatious the last few days and Betty wasn’t even the least bit mad about it.

She was so lost in her thoughts of the touches and kisses they’d shared over the last week that she ended up blushing when he stroked her hip to get her attention, having asked her a question that she didn’t hear.

“Thinking of something in particular, Princess?” he teased.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Jones?”

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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Take Me Back (To The Night We Met) - Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Nov. 25th, 2022 - New Haven Psychiatric Hospital

To Whom It May Concern,

I’m writing this final letter to say goodbye to who I was and to this hellish chapter of my life. By the time you receive this letter, Betty Cooper will be no more...

Everything has changed so much in the last few years but it seems like no matter what I do, the mistakes that I’ve made will haunt me forever. However, that isn’t even the catalyst for this change.

I can’t keep begging forgiveness for my sins just because I feel like I deserve to be punished. I’m tired... I don’t want to keep going on like this... I don’t want to die but I don’t want to live this life anymore.

I don’t want to be Elizabeth Cooper - cheater, Northside princess, daughter of a monster...

Especially that last one... And try as I might, it seems that the paths my parents chose to take will just continue to destroy everything around me, so I’m done.

They always say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions along the way, and if anyone knows this statement, it’s me. I’m the one who brought my father to justice - had him arrested and sent to prison - but it still wasn’t enough. I did so much to try and make up for what he did but it didn’t matter, his horrifying legacy follows me everywhere.

Being responsible for his death and watching him die, doing my best to heal the destruction that was left in the wake of the Black Hood, and even destroying his headstone wasn’t enough to make up for what he did.

Nothing ever will be.

Some people believe that no good deed goes unpunished and in the end, it seems that that rings true here. As long as I remain Betty Cooper, I will always answer for his sins. No amount of good deeds will make up for what he did; for what he was. The only option that I have left is to clean the slate and start over fresh.

I may not deserve it, but it’s what I need if I am ever going to survive.

So, when you receive this letter, tell anyone who still cares that I’ve finally left the cold, dark place that I’ve been in behind me in order to find out who I am destined to be. Not Betty Cooper, but someone stronger - someone who doesn’t break like she did.

It’s kind of like the phoenix, being burned alive and rising from the ashes to be born anew. I don’t know who she is, and I know the road to find her is going to be a long one, but I have to find her... not for anyone else, just for me.

So please, don’t mourn me when I’m gone... And don’t come looking for me because you won’t find the girl you once knew.

She’s dead.

- E.C.

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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17 Crimes - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sunday Morning

Jughead parked the truck in the empty driveway, turning off the ignition before shifting in the bench seat to face Betty. He remained silent, unsure of what she wanted to happen next but not really ready to leave her just yet.

“Um, thanks, Jug. I had a really good time with you today...” Betty admitted, smiling impishly down at her lap, their kiss still fresh in her mind.

“Me too, Princess,” he answered softly, “So, I’ll pick you up at like noon tomorrow?”

“Or...” she mumbled, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Or?”

“You could come in for a nightcap?” she replied, smiling at him with hopeful eyes.

“To tell you the truth, I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Me either but I had something else in mind-- if you’re up for it?”

“Color me intrigued...” he flirted with a smug look, throwing her words back at her. “Are you planning to have your dirty way with me already, Betts? Cause, I only go to second base on the third date, just so we’re clear.”

“Oh, whatever!” she harrumphed, her ears burning, “Seriously, does your mind ever leave the gutter?”

“‘Fraid not, Princess. It twas born there and it shall die there.”

“Come on, gutter boy. I think you’ll like this,” she huffed, pulling on the sleeve of his coat and dragging him to the front door. “Say, you like video games, right?”

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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forget zodiac signs, forget mbti, the true personality test is, what song is this: na na na

#Just Like You by Falling In Reverse

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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That last panel though 🤣

inspired by this post, original images from this one

bonus:

#pics #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 feed

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mieteve-minijoma · 2 years

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17 Crimes - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Call Me

“I think my mom has some old clothes from back in the day up in the attic, maybe she has something?” Betty suggested, dropping the outfit on her bed. “Wanna check it out with me?”

“Sure,” he nodded, taking a quick sip of soda before following her. “But I’m not sure your mom’s style is gonna fit what we are going for.”

“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised, Jug. I’ve seen old pictures of mom from the '70s and she was kinda hot. Think less Farrah Fawcett and more Debbie Harry,” she laughed at his surprised look. “I know, right? I don’t know what the hell turned her into such a yuppie but those pictures are the only proof I have that she was actually cool once.”

Once they reached the attic, Betty led him to a dusty trunk in a back corner. She had looked through it a few times over the years without her mom knowing. She opened it and grinned, taking note of the treasures inside.

Her mom had such a unique style when she was a teen and Betty always admired it. She started going through the clothes, organizing piles of what would and would not fit the image they were going for and then another pile for things Betty just wanted for herself anyway. She was still rummaging through the trunk when she heard Jughead call out her name.

“Yeah?” she replied, not looking up.

“What’s this?” he asked, his tone piquing her interest. She turned her head and watched him pull out a garment bag from a hidden spot behind some boxes.

“Prom dress, maybe?” Betty’s curiosity got the better of her and she unzipped the bag, startled to see the patch with a dark green ouroboros and the words Southside Serpents gazing back at her.

“Holy shitballs, Batman...”

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