Just in time for her 75th anniversary this year, Wonder Woman finally arrived in cinemas last night courtesy of Warner Bros./DC and director Patty Jenkins with $11M, making it the best preview night for a movie directed by a female director. The previous record was held by Sam Taylor Johnson’s Fifty Shades of Grey which made $8.6M.
Warner Bros. had Wonder Woman estimated at a weekend opening of $65M-$75M, while tracking has been more aggressive suggesting a $90M three-day.
Wonder Woman’s Thursday night charts above the preview nights of such superhero origin stories as Doctor Strange ($9.4M), Ant-Man ($6.4M), Thor ($3.2M) and Captain America: The First Avenger ($4M), and just below Guardians of the Galaxy ($11.2M).
For years, the Burbank, CA studio has tried to bring the most famous female superhero to the big screen, with previous attempts including a 2005 Joel Silver-produced, Joss Whedon penned version; a 2003 take involving Wonder Woman’s daughter Donna Troy, the 2007 Kieran and Michele Mulroney-scripted Justice League project in which Diana Prince’s alter ego faces off with Superman, and David E. Kelley’s 2011 NBC pilot. While we’ve had previous female superhero titles in the past like Supergirl and Elektra, Wonder Woman is arguably the biggest major studio feature for the sub-genre with an estimated total production & P&A cost of $300M.
Too many-a-time have we admins read College AUs with high hopes and have been let down by the strange and inaccurate existence of lockers, eight classes per day schedules, and other such items that just make us cringe. It’s not anyone’s fault; the movie industry ruined the college scene for many of us. SO, we’re here to set some stuff straight so that you can sit down and write a “Realistic and Accurate College AU™!”
Disclaimer: This is explicitly for the American College Experience - if you’re international and in college, please feel free to add your own bullet points!
The majority of colleges run on an A/B schedule, where you’ll have certain classes on Monday/Wednesday/Friday, then your other classes on Tuesday/Thursday. Very rarely will somebody ever have a class on the weekend. For example, on Monday/Wednesday/Friday you might have three classes, then on Tuesday/Thursday you might only have two. (Note: Sometimes students try to put all their classes on one day and it’s a living hell. Would not advise. [a.k.a. Admin M is a dumbass.])
Each class is about two hours long if it meets twice a week or one hour long if it meets three times a week (unless it’s an 8-week class during the summer or winter, then it might be a little less than 3 hours). A full semester class normally runs for 16 weeks and usually counts for 3 or 4 credits (classes with labs might be more, PE or exercise type classes count for less). If a student has a job, it’s advised that they do not take more than 14 hours (or about 4 classes [a.k.a. Admin M is still a dumbass with a job and 7 classes]); for students without a job, the typical limit for classes is 16 hours a semester.
IN ADDITION, the classes themselves almost never occur just after one another and usually have a time gap of at least 15 minutes in between each - there may even be a five hour gap!
Really Cool Classes
One major thing that fanfiction gets wrong is college Freshman and Sophomores getting to take amazing classes. Unfortunately, for the first two years of school, you’re usually stuck taking General Education Requirement classes. Sometimes you get cool classes like Civil War History (History class credit) or Physical Anthropology (Cultural credit), but for the most part it’s classes like English Composition, Government, Foreign Language, and Sciences.
Even still, there are cool classes that you can get to count for your GE classes. Introduction to Psychology is always an adventure, along with Physical Geology (fun with rocks), Native Plants (fun with herbs), and Art History (fun with paintings). There’s also the Physical Education class credit that needs to be fulfilled, so there’s Jiu Jitsu, rock climbing, yoga, and swimming classes that apply for that.
Into your Junior and Senior year, you’ll begin to take classes that are
more relevant to your major. If you’re a part of the school’s Honor’s
program, then you might get classes like “Science Fiction Literature” or
“Gender Studies in 18th Century Europe”.
No teacher is going to make you write a college essay about why religion is dead (@“God’s Not Dead” film), but they can be bizarre. Teachers will tell you about their mental illness(es), how their kids are doing, and past students. The best storytellers are Psychology professors, Biology professors (especially the ex-ER workers), and Anthropology professors (so many stories about doing drugs in foreign countries).
Your professors aren’t there to kill you!…but some are. There’s a chance
that you’ll come across a teacher who just always seems like they’re
having a bad day, but many have chosen to work at a university because
they legitimately love to teach. Don’t make every single one of your
characters’ professors like the Economics Teacher in Ferris Bueller’s
Foreign Language Classes
Why does this get a separate section? Because foreign language classes are OTP first interaction gold. The main languages are Spanish, French, and German; however, colleges also offer languages like Japanese, American Sign Language, Russian, Urdu, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, and even Hebrew. It depends on where you live, but it’s not uncommon for students to practice their foreign language by going out and having a “No-English Date” (meaning that no English is spoken at all), or just talking sh*t about people in public.
There aren’t lockers. Don’t think there are lockers. Who started the rumor that there are lockers. You have a backpack, your dorm room, and your pockets. There are no lockers. Also, for the record, lockers would be incredibly inconvenient since all your classes will most likely be in different buildings. No lockers. Cut that out.
Cars and Transportation
If you’re living on campus as a freshman or sophomore, you won’t be able to have a car!!! This is a common misconception, but many (if not all) colleges won’t let you park your car on property until you’re an upperclassman. It also costs money to keep your car on campus, which is why many students have bikes and skateboards to get around campus.
Many colleges have a bus system that goes around campus, around downtown, and even to larger bus stations where students can get a bus to take them close to their family’s homes. Sometimes if a college is large enough (and they value public transportation), there will be a train that stops near the school.
Ah yes, good old Dormitories…and when I say “old,” I mean that literally.
Depending on the college you’re writing about, there is a possibility that the dorms are the worst thing you have ever tried to sleep in - they can be too hot, too cold, smell weird, have cracked ceilings, and just have to the general feeling of being OLD. However, depending on how your college is set up (dormitory-wise), you could be on a co-ed floor (two girls per room, two guys per room, two girls per room, etc.), a same-sex floor (all girls / all boys), in a suite (up to 6 people), etc. Honestly, there’s an amazing number of options, but keep in mind that people normally don’t get higher end rooms until their junior or senior year, so don’t place your characters in an apartment on campus in their freshman year!
The dorms themselves can be a bit crazy at times, but they’re honestly pretty calm during the weekdays. Come Friday afternoon, though….everyone is off the walls. The weekend has officially come, and that makes everything ten times better. There’s gonna be yelling, scheming, unicycling down the halls, and other things happening right outside your door. If you think you’re going to get a nap at any time after 1:00 p.m….then you thought WRONG.
In addition, if you have any food at all, then expect that to be gone very quickly if people come in and out of your room often. Just. Totally gone.
PARTY!!!! (but not really, and here’s why…)
Not everyone goes to a party every night, but those who don’t party don’t just study. Did you study all the time when you weren’t working in high school? Nah, didn’t think so. It’s the same thing at college
For example: there may be a Miyazaki Movie Night Marathon happening in the triple down the hall, a Super Smash Bros. Brawl Tournament in the lounge, an excursion to the gym for a group workout session (which honestly just melts into a trip to get smoothies and sit on a patch of grass), a swing dance social event at the local church, a dorm competition to create the most festive themed door, and there’s never a lack of Student Life events giving our free stuff (mostly free food and shirts, but occasionally candy and gift cards) trying to encourage students to be social.
There’s also the shenanigans where somebody accidentally kicks a hole in the vending machine because it gave them a Diet Coke when they wanted Snapple, going out to the closest 24-hour Walmart at midnight, and the attempted group all-nighters that result in everybody nodding off simultaneously.
College is a great time and one of the best settings to practice your OTP’s interactions when you’re first getting to know them as characters, but you need to understand the setting you’re placing them in before you get started. So, do your research, understand college as a whole, and have fun but don’t get too caught up in the technicalities of University™. This is all about your characters; focus on them, let them lead the story, and your piece will be a complete and total success.
would you be so indulgent as to consider love potion/love spell fic where either one of them suddenly starts acting very weird or weirdly don't act weird at all
this is probably not what u meant
“Weasley,” Malfoy said, cornering them outside the Great Hall on Tuesday morning. His gaze trailed lazily from Ron’s feet to head, nose wrinkled, eyes scornful. Ron blinked at him. “You’re looking even more ridiculous than usual.”
“I - what?” Ron said. Next to him, Harry was bristling.
“Tattered robes, messy hair,” Malfoy said, counting off on his fingers. “There’s dirt on your nose, it’s eight in the morning, what have you been doing. And then the usual expression of stupefied blandness. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your mouth shut?”
“Move along, Malfoy,” Harry said, jaw tight.
“Shut up, Potty,” Malfoy said, barely sparing him a glance. He gave Ron a last slow sneer and said, “See you round, Weasley,” then turned on his heel and strode away.
Ron blinked. “That was weird,” he said.
Harry was glaring. “What’s he think he’s playing at?”
“Mm,” Hermione said. “That was a little more attention than normal, wasn’t it?”
On Wednesday, Malfoy tripped Ron on his way up to Slughorn’s desk with his potions vial, making him trip and break it and lose three hours of work.
On Thursday, Malfoy spent all of lunch making faces at Ron and then reenacting Ron’s fall to the great hilarity of the Slytherin Table.
On Friday, Malfoy spent Transfiguration enchanting a series of notes to fly in ever more elaborate bird fashionings to Ron. All of them spelled out increasingly more desperate insults, and he seemed to get more and more annoyed when Ron didn’t acknowledge them. Harry ripped them all up viciously and sent back a few notes of his own to Malfoy, but Malfoy ignored him.
“I don’t know, it’s just weird for all of that to matter now, I guess,” Ron said, bewildered. “It feels like kid stuff. I don’t really care if Malfoy calls me names now that I helped beat the Dark Lord, you know? Who would still care about that?”
“I DON’T KNOW,” Harry said, then folded his arms and refused to talk for the rest of dinner.
On Saturday morning, Malfoy wasn’t at breakfast, but when Ron and Harry were leaving the Great Hall, Ron almost ran into him. Malfoy was lurking about in the entranceway looking pink and upset, and he went pinker when Ron eyed him warily and said, “What is it this time, Malfoy?”
“Nothing!” Malfoy snapped, and then he rounded on Harry. “I - I know you had something to do with this!”
“What?” Harry said, straightening a bit. He’d been glum all week, but now he narrowed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. “What are you on about now?”
“I was – drugged,” Malfoy said, and snapped at Ron, “as if I would have bothered talking to you otherwise.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “What were you drugged with, an Annoying Potion?”
“I - I - no!” Malfoy said, and swung furiously around, storming away. Then he stopped, turned, and stormed back, pointing a finger in Harry’s face. “If I find out you had anything to do with it, Potter, I’ll string you up the Astronomy Tower by your ankle and spell your guts out!”
“I’d like to see you try, Malfoy,” Harry said, and they stood close and breathless like angry cats.
“Also,” Malfoy said, “also – your hair looks stupid,” and then he sneered and hurried away.
“Weird week,” Ron remarked, as they started walking. “Sorry he’s back to annoying you, Harry.”
“Yeah,” Harry said, rumpling his hair again and looking back over his shoulder. “It’s a pain.”
Hermione came round the corner and said, “Oof, Luna cornered me about Wrackspurts again – oh, Harry, what are you smiling about?”
i have a three-chapter test on thursday and friday for ap hug and i haven’t really read the textbook until today…my teachers are all cramming tests into this week since grades are due ://
a word of advice: don’t try to cram three chapters. start reading them like 2-3 weeks in advance even if you think it’s too early. you never know what’ll happen the week of the test!
okay so i originally made this post a few days ago and then saved it as a draft, and now i remembered to post it so yeah..the test is over, i managed to get an A on the essay portion (praise the lord), and we’ll see what i get on the multiple choice in a few days!
Trump signed three executive orders Thursday after swearing in Jeff Sessions. They are:
Task Force on Crime Reduction and Public Safety
In this executive order, Trump declares, “It shall be the policy of the executive branch to reduce crime in America.”
In order to do that, the order calls on Sessions to create the Task Force on Crime Reduction and Public Safety
Preventing Violence Against Federal, State, Tribal, and Local Law Enforcement Officers
This calls on the Department of Justice to “further enhance the protection and safety of Federal, State, tribal and local law enforcement officers,” within the boundaries of the Constitution.
It also calls on the DOJ to review whether existing laws are “adequate” to protect law enforcement officers.
Enforcing Federal Law with Respect to Transnational Criminal Organizations and Preventing International Trafficking
The final executive order says “transnational criminal organizations” — such as drug cartels, human trafficking groups and hackers — have “spread throughout the nation, threatening the safety of the United States and its citizens.”
It calls for the executive branch to “strengthen enforcement of Federal law in order to thwart transnational criminal organizations and subsidiary organizations, including criminal gangs, cartels, racketeering organizations, and other groups engaged in illicit activities that present a threat to public safety and national security.” Read more (2/9/17 3:18 PM)
i usually hate these posts, because i get it, my birthday is special to literally no one on the internet but myself, so it's a dumb excuse to ask for shit, but, fuck it. it's my birthday and i'm depressed as fuck and college sucks so may i please ask you, my fandom dad, to just tell me about yuuri katsuki, anxious international student who is this close to deciding no, he can't actually do this college overseas thing, and victor nikiforov, who shows him how loved he didn't realize he is?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BEAN. i hope that you feel better throughout the day and that college gets better!! college was totally a void for me; i spent one year getting devastatingly trashed, and another three years Not Sleeping and trying to kill myself with work. the good times i had in college are definitely punctuated and defined by how hard so much of it was to endure. i’m rooting for you xx
and as far as anxious internationa studentl yuuri katsuki goes, he lives off of black coffee and spaghetti and basement pizza. anxious international student yuuri katsuki is not doing great in classes, and maybe he doesn’t belong here, and he’s not the best at making friends, even though his one good friend and roommate, beautiful sunflower international student phichit claims all of the anonymous HEY YOU! shoutouts in the school newspaper talking about Cute Boy Asleep Under Table In Student Union Building or the Hotchkin Hall Hotass are referring to him. beautiful sunflower international student phichit tries to get him to loosen up and takes him out to a party and gives him two blue pills with little dolphins on them that yuuri chases with a plastic cup of shitty sweet american lager, except instead of getting yuuri to loosen up, he ends up having a panic attack and laying down on the wet, cold concrete of the sidewalk outside just to feel something cool, which is how beautiful TA victor nikiforov finds him.
it’s really embarrassing to talk to someone like beautiful TA victor nikiforov for the first time while soaked to the bone and rolling your nuts off. yuuri has one class three days a week where victor helps, and yuuri always sits in the very back behind someone he’s sure stands at a height that makes participation on the school basketball team mandatory. yuuri katsuki does not dare fly too close to the sun. (maybe someday, he thinks, when they’re older they’ll both be at a conference together, and victor will recognize him across a crowded hotel lobby. “you wrote those papers,” victor will say, “years and years ago. i always drew smiley faces on the top in red marker,” because he does, and yuuri likes to pretend that he doesn’t do that with anyone else’s papers.)
despite what being in close proximity to beautiful TA victor nikiforov does to his heart rate, beautiful TA victor nikiforov manages to talk to him in a calm, engaging and funny way, and lets yuuri word vomit in return, and beautiful TA victor nikiforov eventually escorts yuuri back to the international house off campus.
it is the next morning that yuuri realizes, with great shame, he must either change his major or leave the school entirely, because he cannot spend any more time in the presence of beautiful TA victor nikiforov.
he ends up dropping the class and losing the credit. he just can’t– he can’t go back to that class. if he stays at this school past the end of the year, he’ll make the credit up somehow. but right now he just, he can’t.
it’s two and a half months later when he’s still there for winter break, not wanting to waste money on a flight home. he’s walking through the slush to get dinner on christmas eve alone. this is when he runs into beautiful TA victor nikiforov again.
beautiful TA victor nikiforov is very sad that anxious international student yuuri katsuki dropped his class! after yuuri left there was nothing to look forward to between one and three on mondays, wednesdays and thursdays! why would you abandon me, yuuri? beautiful TA victor nikiforov (call me victor!) says, practically running him over when he sees yuuri across the street. anxious international student yuuri katsuki doesn’t know what to say, except, “i’m going to get dinner, would you–?”
which is how they end up at a KFC at nine at night on christmas eve.
“in japan, christmas is a romantic holiday,” yuuri says, realizing out loud. “a lot of couples come to places like KFC, it just felt–”
“oh, is this a date, yuuri?” victor asks. his voice sounds teasing, but when yuuri tries to jump up from the table and hide in a trash can, victor grabs his hand and looks him in the eye and it feels very serious. “it’s okay if it’s a date, yuuri.”
“o-oh?” yuuri says.
(and then, idk???? idk where i’m going with this. yuuri does body shots of KFC gravy off of victor in the mens room? like, why not, right? anyway, i hope you feel better!!)
It’s here, the end, the ending I planned from the start then doubted and stuck to. Thanks to @kateyes224@sunflowerseedsandscience and @therobbinsnest for reassuring me when I lost my nerve at the eleventh hour, and to you, everyone who has reblogged and cmmented and supported this surprise of a series. And to David and Gillian, for Mulder and Scully, and I guess Chris too, for thinking of them and then leaving me so much unfinished business to play with….
Reality arrives with a sudden shift in the sheets and then the most awful noise Scully has ever heard in the dead of night. Somewhere between a scream and the word “NO”, Mulder is thrashing beside, her, sweat-slicked and just shouting over and over again as his eyes flicker desperately behind their screwed shut lids. Everything she knows about sleepwalkers and nightmares flies out of her head, she can’t not wake him, not when his fingers are twisted cruelly in the sheets as if he’s grasping for something or someone who is just beyond his reach. Trying to stay out of range, in case he startles, Scully reaches over and starts to smooth Mulder’s hair rhythmically back from the stress lines gathered on his forehead, he jerks a little and so she starts speaking, just his name and that he’s safe and she’s there, in the soft, bedside voice she learned on her pediatrics rotation.
‘Come back, Mulder, it’s okay. Just wake up. Shhh. I’ve got you’
And slowly, painfully slowly, her kindness wears the edges from his anguish, his cries become whimpers, and then subside, hands loosening in she sheets as his eyes, dark with terror flutter open.
‘Scully?’ he manages, and then she is crushed to his chest, closer than close and he’s sobbing into her hair. She holds him just as tightly, holding him together, Mulder’s strength and size so diminished by his terror that Scully almost believes despite her petiteness she could shield him, wrap him completely in her strength and so fight off his demons before they can reach him.
When his grip and breathing have relaxed enough to let moonlight and air between them Scully asks,
‘What did you dream?’ half expecting that he won’t answer. Mulder rolls away onto his back, waits a breath and then reaches back for her hand, unable to meet her eyes but needing her touch.
‘I’m walking down a long corridor with a group of other men. We’re all in suits, we work together I think, and as we walk we pass doors on either side. The doors stretch endlessly away, in both directions and at each door someone stops, opens a little hatch and looks through. Then they make a note, close the hatch and move on. It all seems very normal at first. Like it’s just another day on the job. But then it’s my turn to look in and when I do, something shifts.’
He takes a deep breath and his grip on her hand tightens a little. Scully turns in so she can hold on more tightly, both her arms wrapped around one of his, and when he doesn’t shrug her off she rests her forehead on his shoulders and waits for him to continue.
The jumps are generally learned in this order, which is considered to be the least difficult to the most difficult: toe-loop, salchow, loop, flip, lutz, axel.
And the ISU base values for the scores of each jump reflect this idea. For instance, a quadruple flip has a higher base value than a quadruple toe-loop.
However, skaters sometimes take to the edge jumps or a certain jump more than the others, so it’s hard to say what the hardest is for each individual skater. A lot of skaters struggle to learn their axels because of it’s forward takeoff and extra half rotation.
Many times its just the skater. For instance, Toepick struggled mightily with her axel, and loved the loops. I struggled with the loop takeoff and preferred the flip. It just depends on the skater, I think.
If it’s for fic purposes, Yuuri has not landed a quad loop yet and he could attempt and struggle to add it to his roster. (The toe jumps are easier for quads because you get the propulsion on the takeoffs, at least in my humble opinion having never actually quaded).
Note: No one has landed the quad axel, though some skaters are attempting. Clearly, it’s the hardest (scientists have declared quintuple jumps impossible due to the body proportions/muscle mass you’d have to have in order to make the rotations). However, the quad axel, while physically possible, is very bad for the body both in the falls attempting it and the force you come down with if you land it successfully.
Hope that answers your question and thanks for stopping by Skating Thursday!
Okay, let me state that this isn’t me knocking the TFC books at
all, I love these books (obviously). But this is something that has bugged me
since TRK and even more as I delve into writing Raven!Neil and anything set in
Evermore and the Nest – the Nest’s sixteen hour days.
We know that Nora has stated that she hasn’t thought
out/fleshed out a few things or some things changed over the various
incarnations of the story (Andrew’s medication, his criminal charges). But this
is really bugging me.
So, sixteen hour days. It makes for nice drama with Neil
being there over the holiday break, but how does it play out over the rest of
the year? Take the week starting on Monday. Even if we say that they get four
to six hours of sleep (not exactly ideal for professional athletes pushing their
bodies, but they’re young) that only leaves them ten or twelve hours or so to
get in all that practice and education and studying. Then their day ends during
evening and they go to sleep, to start up at 10pm for most people (1600 hours).
Right away on Tuesday, you’re already hitting a night cycle during the ‘day’
period when it should be afternoon and potentially classes for some students.
Granted, I’m sure Edgar Allan bends over backwards for their star athletes, but
with this constant rotation, it’s not always going to work out so easy to
Dear everyone who asked - this has been a really loong time coming and I’m sorry for that! I debated for an age whether to do one long ending post or to subdivide into the end of Saturday and Sunday as the finale. In the end it divides best here. I have Sunday mostly written and am very excited and hopeful you will enjoy the ending and will try to get it up by the end of the week. This is a shorter chapter. But I like how it came out… I hope you will too.
Scully wakes, confused but comfortable, in a room with white curtains, afternoon sun and a sea-scented breeze. She can hear the nearby ocean roaring, and while her current prone position hides it from her gaze, she’s not complaining about the view.
Through an open french window she can see Mulder, bare to the waist, with his skinny ankles poking out from plaid flannel pants that look childhood soft and are at least four inches too short. He’s looking seawards, his shoulders sloping and relaxed and the sun is catching gold flecks in his hair that glimmer like his eyes did when he pulled her and the blanket close at 6am and kissed her to sleep. Scully stretches extravagantly in the crisp sheets and, slipping on his shirt, pads over. She is pleased when he doesn’t hear her, too lost in his own private world to expect her arrival until she announces it by running her hands over the warm relief of his abdomen and stepping in to press her lips to his shoulder blade. Wordlessly he invites her into his happy place, spinning her in front of him to look out over the water, and she melts into the space between his body and his arms, fitting and filling a vacuum that could have been created to her exact measurements. For a few moments there is silence, stillness in the face of the endless, immense battle between land and sea ahead of them, and neither of them thinks about how easily their battle ended, how giving into one another feels somehow like a victory rather than a concession.
Even on the edge of paradise though, reality has a habit of creeping in, and as Mulder’s fingers hover possessively in the grooves of her ribs, Scully can’t help but wonder what this means beyond the present. Downstairs in a still unopened bag, the weighty tomes of her future lie unread, the unpaid balance of the last gamble she took. Her training at the FBI is barely underway and yet here she is, leveraging a precious free weekend against another unknown, investing in another instinctive choice.
She’s not aware of her shoulders stiffening, or the way she is chewing her lip until Mulder softly says.
Scully turns in towards him, her eyebrow already forming the question she hasn’t yet worked out how to verbalise and he doesn’t hesitate to caress her cheek, to reconnect them while he begs her,
‘Don’t think yet. Not today. You’re a brilliant scientist and I’m a conspiracy obsessed psychologist. We can both reason our way out of anything… but I don’t want to. Not yet. Be unreasonable with me. Just until tomorrow.’
For the next week, I rejoin the real world. I get up, put on
work clothes, sit at a computer, answer phones, drink communal tea, eat a
sandwich, type, go home. I talk to new
people, go to a new place, earn some money.
It’s good for me.
I hate it.
I know I sound like a brat, but I’ve loved being able to
spend the day at the bookshop, before James’ accident. I loved the happiness
books can bring, I loved talking to people, making coffee and washing up,
helping unpack boxes, chatting to James. I’m trying to make the most of this
week, it’s good CV-fodder, I do meet some nice people but it’s not me. And
every day, while I’m inputting data, although I’m working hard, my mind is
wandering. I’m thinking about the day I found the book for that woman, I’m
thinking about curling up with Steve in an armchair. I’m thinking about making
James laugh. I’m thinking about how sad Bucky looked.
So here’s a bit drama one. I changed the plot a bit. Hope you guys like it! I thought I’d do it by tomorrow but was free so yeah completed todayu only. Send me asks babes. Ask me stuff. Harry talks are open.
Feedbacks are appreciated :)
You were hurt.
You were hurt when you saw Harry’s body rocking someone else’s.
You were hurt when you saw Harry’s lips moving around someone else’s.
You were hurt when the love which you both shared was shared between Harry and someone else.