A sexual act involving two to three persons where one person is sitting on an elevated surface, resting their legs on the second person's shoulders. The second person has the back of their head facing the other persons groin. As we know, Professor Quirrell has a face on both the front and the back of the head. With this in mind, this act would involve "The Voldemort" sucking the genitalia of the partner with the back of their head. The third person is optional of course, since their are two faces means twice the fun!
Man I am just SOOOOO horny I just feel like sucking two dicks at once. Unfortunately for me, my mouth isn't big enough to fit two humongous saucy juicy throbbing cocks into one mouth. I have an idea! Let's do The Voldemort! That way I can fit two humongous saucy juicy throbbing cocks into two mouths!
In online discourse, "voldemorting" is the act trying to undermine or diminish a well known but "problematic" public figure by refusing to use their name, or straight up pretending they they don't exist.
"I love those Harry Potter books, it's a mystery how they exist despite not needing to have been written by an actual person."
"Wait, are you actually Voldemorting J K Rowling?"
The act of using (preferably ever-changing, but still understandable in context) euphemisms for the topic of an online discussion, so that said discussion cannot easily be found with any search tool.
Don't bother searching for criticism of that guy; his fans harass everyone who does it so they're all Voldemorting him.
Pulling a Voldemort can be defined as being fucked over (by a girl named Sydney) on more than one occasion and being cheated on for someone less attractive than you. The one who pulls the Voldemort then proceeds to downgrade so severely that they rot into a state of "less than dogshit" importance.
She was caught Pulling a Voldemort and he ended up dating this 10/10 chick. Score!
Also known as Mr. Peter Dutton.
While president, this Pokémon will reap your “taxes” and use them for nose replacement surgery.
Signs ‘Autistic wanna-be Voldemort are near:
Trees start losing their leaves.
Sky turns grey and cloudy.
Hello neighbour chase music starts playing.
Plants start dying.
Animals go into hibernation.
Taxes “for some reason” raise.
If you believe a wild Peter Dutton is around, call the suicide squad, not for him, for you.