I can’t really blame Mel King, because if a hot doctor was really nice to me, understood and respected my idiosyncrasies and brought me a puppy, I, too, would be obsessed with him after only a day
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I can’t really blame Mel King, because if a hot doctor was really nice to me, understood and respected my idiosyncrasies and brought me a puppy, I, too, would be obsessed with him after only a day
"He doesn't deserve Azkaban."
The courtroom erupted in whispers, but Harry's voice cut through them, sharp and clear after minutes of sitting in silence, listening to people making accusations.
"He was a boy," Harry continued, gaze fixed on Draco—pale, chained, trying and failing to meet his eyes. "He was a boy, and he was scared. He did what his family told him to, what Voldemort told him to."
Everyone flinched, as if he would come back from the dead at the mention of his name. As if Harry hadn't walked to his own death to kill him.
"I know what it's like to be told who you have to be. To have no choice. Didn't all of you choose to hide behind me when it came to war? Weren't you printing wanted posters of my face when I was out there, searching for a way to end this? This trial might about Draco, but it was not he that chased after me with wands at the ready, it was the Ministry itself."
The Wizengamot shifted uneasily.
Harry's hands curled into fists. "If you punish him, then you punish me by extension. I stand here alive because he chose to come to my aid when it mattered. Right in front of Voldemort's eyes, knowing his own life could end in return."
Silence fell in the courtroom. Draco finally looked at him, something in his eyes Harry could not name from where he was. Gratitude. Anger. Maybe both.
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When you can't say "I'll kms if you throw my boyfriend in jail" so you go for a rational defense instead 😔✌
which one of your otp is the 'run away from situations i can't control' avoidant communication style and which is the 'i'll talk about everything except that' avoidant communication style?
Marichat doodles
*Two hot characters fighting all the time but then showing the slightest hint of caring for each other*
The writer of the book/show/movie : Wait, don't jump to conclusions!
Me : Too late. Already jumped.
Helluva has given me so much anxiety and think I know why, it’s because of Millie and Moxxie. Those two make the show for me, without them it would still be good, but I wouldn’t be nearly as attached to it. Which is why Millie’s reaction to being pregnant and not telling Moxxie gives me the most anxiety because I really, really want things to work out between them and for them to be happy. Like it’d actually break me if one of them were to die or their relationship became ruined. In fact, It’d make me hate the show.
IDK if anyone else has had this feeling. Not just with this show, but with any other media. I can’t be the only one.
Yjk: My companion must be efficient, not irritating, graceful, have good self-preservation-
Kdj: Hey Yoo Joongh- *trips over air, falls on his face, adopts two kids and a dokkaebi, dies ten times, is as irritating as humanly possible*
Yjk: I want that rat.