ϟ ”It’s a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.”
it fucking blows my mind how almost 200k if not more people will sign a petition to kick justin bieber out of this country because they feel ‘unsafe’ with him living here but not even 70k people will sign a petition that stops cops from killing innocent black people on the streets like wow
"To get a gun in Japan, first, you have to attend an all-day class and pass a written test, which are held only once per month. You also must take and pass a shooting range class. Then, head over to a hospital for a mental test and drug test (Japan is unusual in that potential gun owners must affirmatively prove their mental fitness), which you’ll file with the police. Finally, pass a rigorous background check for any criminal record or association with criminal or extremist groups, and you will be the proud new owner of your shotgun or air rifle. Just don’t forget to provide police with documentation on the specific location of the gun in your home, as well as the ammo, both of which must be locked and stored separately. And remember to have the police inspect the gun once per year and to re-take the class and exam every three years."
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"Do you love him?"
Andromeda was straightening her sister’s wedding veil, the stark white of the tulle contrasting with Bellatrix’s ebony hair. She could see her elder sister’s reflection flinch in the mirror in front of her. It was Bellatrix’s wedding day. One month after graduating from Hogwarts, her parents had struck a deal with the Lestrange Family, stating that their first born children were to be wed, and now the day had finally come. Bellatrix had, at first, put up a fight. She did not want to become a prim and proper housewife; she was destined for far greater things than drinking tea and taking care of snotty children. Andromeda repeated her question: “Bellatrix, do you love him?”
"She doesn’t have to," Druella replied, entering the small room occupied by her three daughters. "Is that what you believe marriage is about, my sweet girl?" Andromeda opened her mouth as if to reply, but her mother continued, "Do you think that your father and I loved each other when we were wed?” Druella looked around the room, seemingly waiting for one of her daughters to answer.
Narcissa clenched the arm of her chair. Andromeda paled. Bellatrix’s face remained unreadable. Their mother sighed. “Respectable pure-blood marriages do not require love,” Druella chastised, “they only require respectable pure-blood witches and wizards.” She slapped Andromeda’s hands away from Bellatrix’s veil, undoing the combs that Andromeda had pinned and placing them elsewhere. Bellatrix watched as her mother’s reflection continue to speak, “You will marry Rodolphus Lestrange and you will bear him children. You will become a model pure-blood wife. It is your responsibility as a pure-blood witch and furthermore, it is your responsibility as a Black.” Druella paused for a moment to admire her eldest daughter’s reflection. She then turned to her younger daughters: “And when it is their turn,” she smiled, ”your sisters will follow in suit.”
Bellatrix stood behind two large oak doors. She could hear organ music, muffled by the thick wood separating her from the ceremony. On the other side stood Rodolphus Lestrange. In only a few moments, she would walk down the aisle, place her hand in his, and marry a man she barely knew. Her sisters stood behind her, holding bouquets of white roses and baby’s breath. She turned abruptly to Andromeda.
"No," her voice cracked. Andromeda furrowed her brow in confusion. Bellatrix spoke again, only this time more firm : "No, Andromeda. No, I don’t."
Andromeda opened her mouth to speak, but Bellatrix had already turned her back. The doors opened. The crowd stood. And with her head held high, Bellatrix proceeded down the aisle.
Ms. P. Merryweather, 13th of August, 2014
"I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But Doctor” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”"
Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.
…in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.