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Hello fellow homo sapien, we are two sojourners presently seeking to make visitation upon Earth Capital. Would you kindly direct us to your planet's overlord?
Tumblr won the culture wars, everyone is a 14-year-old girl now
Far-right 100 years ago vs. Far-right 2026
Standing against the ramparts, very white in the face, Dumbledore still showed no sign of panic or distress. He merely looked across at his disarmer and said, “Good evening, Dracaena.”
Malfoy stepped forward, glancing around panicked to check that she and Dumbledore were alone. Her eyes fell upon the second broom. “Who else is here?”
Harry thought the way she voiced it was strange. It seemed less she was worried of Albus' allies and more that someone else might see. Harry didn't have any earthly idea of whom, however.
“A question I might ask you. Or are you acting alone?” Dumbledore asked.
Harry saw Malfoy’s green eyes shift back to Dumbledore in the dark gloom of the Mark.
“No,” she said, almost out of breath. “I’ve got backup. There are Death Eaters here tonight.”
“Well, well,” said Dumbledore, as though Malfoy was showing him an ambitious homework project. “Very good indeed. You found a way to let them in, did you?”
“Yes,” said Malfoy, whose hand trembled as she pointed her wand. “Right under your nose and you never realized!”
“Ingenious,” said Dumbledore. “Yet... forgive me... where are they now? You seem unsupported.”
“They met some of your guards. They’re having a fight down below. They won’t be long I came on ahead. I--"
She swallowed hard. "I’ve got a job to do.”
“Well, then, you must get on and do it, my dear girl,” said Dumbledore softly. There was silence. Harry stood imprisoned within his own invisible, paralyzed body, staring at the two of them, his ears straining to hear sounds of the Death Eaters’ distant fight, and in front of him, Dracaena Malfoy did nothing but stare at Albus Dumbledore, who, incredibly, smiled.
“Dracaena, Dracaena, you are not a killer.”
“How do you know?” said Malfoy at once. She seemed to realize how childish the words had sounded; Harry saw her flush in the Mark’s dark light. “You don’t know what I’m capable of,” said Malfoy more forcefully. “I've done things that would shock you!"
“Oh yes, I do,” said Dumbledore mildly. “You almost killed Katie Bell. You have been trying, with increasing desperation, to kill me all year. Forgive me, Dracaena, but they have been feeble attempts So feeble, to be honest, that I wonder whether your heart has been really in it.”
“It has been in it!” yelled Dracaena vehemently, as if she were trying to convince herself. She threw up her arm. “I’ve been working on it all year, and tonight—”
Somewhere in the depths of the castle below Harry heard a muffled yell. Malfoy stiffened and glanced over her shoulder.
“Somebody is putting up a good fight,” said Dumbledore conversationally. “But you were saying... yes, you have managed to introduce Death Eaters into my school, which, I admit, I thought impossible. How did you do it?”
But Malfoy said nothing: She was still listening to whatever was happening below and seemed almost as paralyzed as Harry was.
“Perhaps you ought to get on with the job alone,” suggested Dumbledore. “What if your backup has been thwarted by my guard? And after all, you don’t really need help... I have no wand at the moment I cannot defend myself.” Dracaena merely stared at him, shaking in her shoes.
“I see,” said Dumbledore kindly, when Malfoy neither moved nor spoke. “You are afraid to act until they join you.”
“I’m not afraid!” snarled Dracaena, though she still made no move to hurt Dumbledore.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Dracaena, years ago I knew a little girl who made all the wrong choices. Let me help you."
Harry noticed in the gloom that Dracaena's eyes were wet. Her normally aloof expression was entirely gone. Dark mascara ran in lines down her face like black tears.
“You don't understand!" she shouted and her voice cracked as she fought back sobs. "I have to do this! I have to kill you. I've made a bargain with the Dark Lord, you see. I have to do it! If I kill you, he'll spare Potter's life!"
This is the gayest thing ever written
The entire Malfoid saga, complete with the revelation that multiple RW chuds on this website are actually quite gifted fan fic writers, should give you a glimmer of hope that the arts can be reclaimed from decades of Progressive mediocrity.
There is a yearning for something greater. As one of my followers wrote to me in a DM, this is a fantastic sign for the future.
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Five year old says he wants to be Harry Potter for Halloween. Yeah sorry no. Not in my house. How about you be Thomas Sankara.
Those men were probably rapists but let's not let the woman off the hook.
Asmongold says everyone involved in the Cornell 7 case should be jailed including the woman
"She was obviously a sl-t.. I think the men that took advantage of her are probably r-pists as well.. Our culture and society would be better off without all of them."
"Women love projecting their own personal experiences into other people's lives.. There's a huge spectrum between being gang-b-nged by 7 men and you getting drunk with a guy, hooking up and not remembering what happened."
In medieval times if this happened they'd let you go
Tennessee death row inmate Christa Pike has been taken to hospital after her heart was still beating following two lethal injections during her execution, her lawyer says. Full story: bbc.in/46Tn0ss
Risky gigaquotes from John Oliver
