corrected record


A truck drove into pedestrians on a major shopping and tourist street in Stockholm and then crashed into an upscale department store on Friday, causing multiple injuries and fatalities. Police have not confirmed the number of deaths, but Swedish media outlets are reporting that at least three people were killed.

Swedish Prime Minister Stefan Löfven says one person has been arrested in connection with the attack, The Associated Press reports. However, Swedish police reportedly contradicted that, saying no one was in custody.

Löfven also says there are indications the truck hit pedestrians as “a terror attack,” Reuters says. But Radio Sweden reports that the Swedish Security Service says there is no confirmation the incident was terrorism.

Injuries And Fatalities After Truck Strikes Pedestrians In Stockholm

Photos: Jonathan Nackstrand/AFP/Getty Images (2) and Andreas Schyman/AFP/Getty Images

Editor’s Note: This is a breaking news story. As often happens in situations like these, some information reported early may turn out to be inaccurate. We’ll move quickly to correct the record and we’ll only point to the best information we have at the time.


Janis Joplin joining Tina Turner onstage at Madison Square Garden, where Ike & Tina were opening for The Rolling Stones, by Amalie Rothschild

(Photographer originally misidentified as Harry Benson. I’m leaving Harry tagged in hopes of correcting the record: it was AMALIE ROTHSCHILD)

oh, you’re watching the Danny Phantom cartoon? i love that show! the way they just [clenches fist] made a cartoon where the main character is dead and hunted by his own parents and instead it’s about puns and goofy ghosties

It keeps happening but I’m going to continue to correct the record when people demonize Black Lives Matter and LGBTQ people of colour over the mess around Toronto Pride.

The amount of anti-black racism and pure ignorance on this topic is astounding.

161109 BTS JAPAN OFFICIAL FANMEETING VOL.3 in Fukuoka - Quiz Game

1. Q: What makes Jungkook think he has really grown up? (500 points)

Taehyung: Carrier billing
Namjoon: Body
Yoongi: Age
Jimin: Driver lisence

Hint: Something changed about it

Jimin: Physically growing up
Jimin: Mentally growing up

2. Q: If Jungkook were an ARMY, whose fan would he be? Why? (5,000 points)

Jimin: It has to be me right?
Yoongi: J~~~~Hooopeee~~
Taehyung: Can I answer it? It’s V.
Jimin: It’s Rapmon-hyung, because he’s smart. 

Namjoon said he would be Jungkook’s fan too.

3. Q: The most embarrassing moment of Jungkook this year? (50,000 points)

Yoongi: Falling down while riding a scooter in front of our house?

Hint: During live performance

Yoongi: Drooling while perfoming live?
Taehyung: Having stomachache while perfoming live
Hoseok: Pants ripped
Jimin: Dropping his mic

Hint: During live perfomance, something happened and the two got something

Jimin: This one surely is V
Seokjin: During ‘BS&T’ pre-recording, I blew hand kisses to ARMYs
Taehyung: During ‘BS&T’ pre-recording, Jin-hyung…
Jimin: Laughing when seeing Jin-hyung’s dance?
Yoongi: Jin-hyung really can’t dance!
Seokjin: Before the pre-recording, while positioning, I touched Jungkook’s butt
Jimin: Jungkook farted when Jin-hyung touch his butt?
Taehyung: Jin-hyung messed around with Jungkook during the pre-recording? 

Correct answer: During the performance, Jin-hyung messed around with Jungkook and both got scolded

Seokjin: Ah… Yeah
MC: You don’t remember it at all.
Jimin, Taehyung: I do remember.
MC: How was the situation like?
Jimin: I scolded them.
MC: Jimin-ssi scolded them? For messing around?
Jimin: They kept hitting each other… I told them to stop..
MC: That’s really cool.

4. Q: What’s the first thing Jungkook do after waking up in the morning? (60,000 points)

Hoseok: Hope! Going to the bathroom
Jimin: Opening the fridge
Seokjin: Drinking water
Jimin: Getting off the bed
Yoongi: Honestly…
Namjoon: (Doing the) laundry
Hoseok: (making stretching sound)
Taehyung: Corn Frost (cereal)
Hoseok: Thinking about ARMY?
Seokjin: Drinking milk
Jimin: It’s a thing he really does.
MC: What is it?
Jimin: Opening the fridge. It’s true. I see him do that everyday.
Yoongi: First thing after waking up, going back to sleep.

Correct answer: Finding something to eat

(giving out the Jungkook Master award)

Taehyung: I present this certificate to Jimin for his vast knowledge of Jungkook.
MC: Jimin-ssi, please tell us how you feel.
Jimin: Jungkook-ssi, please look after me in the future as well.
MC: Jungkook-ssi, Jimin-ssi won 1st place.
Jungkook: Jimin-hyung really knows me well. And I want to say thank you to our ARMYs for answering many questions too.

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anonymous asked:

Post ROTJ You Shall Become Me AU where it's Luke the Guardian thinks is a Sith. He did defeat Vader after all, and you could even say Luke killed him when he took off the mask.

So I was going to write one of the other prompts first, but this one had me cackling as soon as I saw it.

Also, Happy Star Wars Day!  Star Wars is officially 40 years old.  It’s officially Over the Hill!  Seems a good day to post something like this.

Oh- I’m ignoring both Legends and the ST.


The Guardian was… concerned.  It had been two years since he had felt something change in the Force.  Normally, the Sith Lords out in the galaxy would have told one of the Sith Spirits, and the news would spread from there, but neither Lord Sidious nor Lord Vader had visited any of the old Temples.

That was unusual.

Lord Vader had visited the Temple on Spath nearly three years ago, talking of his newly discovered son (and the Guardians had never exactly gotten the whole story on that), and his plans.  The Guardian there had encouraged him, because it was always good to have a new generation of Sith Lords.  And then she’d gossiped with the other Sith Spirits.  It was the way of things.

But two years, since the Force changed and… nothing. Perhaps Lord Vader had succeeded, and was busy training his son.  Perhaps Lord Sidious had survived, and was searching for a new apprentice.  But they still should have returned to one of the Temples.

Surely, it was just the living Sith were busy.  The worst could not have happened.

Lord Rivan slipped into a more corporeal form and paced. Sometimes, even as a spirit, one needed to pace as one thought.

The worst could not have happened.  Lord Vader or Lord Sidious would have survived any confrontation, of course.  There could not be any other outcome, not for the Sith.

Unless… the boy, Vader’s son, had won.  Then he might not even know to visit the Temple.  If Lord Sidious had defeated Lord Vader, than the boy aimed for his revenge, the boy would have had no teacher.

Rivan shook his head.  No.  That would be disastrous, for both the Sith, and their Empire.

He paused and looked up.  After a moment, he dissolved his form and turned his attention to the outside of the Temple, where a small cargo ship was landing.

It… was not an impressive ship.  In fact, Rivan was amazed it hadn’t fallen to bits yet.  He waited.  Surely whoever was using that ship would make good fodder for the Temple’s traps.

He waited for a while, as no one left the ship for nearly a quarter of an hour.  Finally, the ramp lowered, and a collection of beings left.

It looked to be three humans, a Wookiee, and two droids. The group discussed things, before the droids and the Wookiee moved away from the temple, apparently to work on the ship, and the three humans approached the temple.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, kid?” the tallest human, a man with a Corellian accent, asked.

“Not really,” the other man said.  His accent was definitely from the Outer Rim.

“But we need to be here,” the woman said.  She sounded Alderaani.

Rivan wanted to frown. 

“Leia’s right,” the second man said.  “Come on, Han.  Let’s see what this place actually is.”

“Luke, I know it’s mentioned in your… in his records,” he corrected himself.  “But are you sure it isn’t a trap?”

Luke shrugged.  “You know me and traps,” he said.

Han smirked as they stopped just before the doorway. The three of them eyed it.  “Luke, do you feel that?”  Leia asked.

Luke nodded.  “I don’t know what it is, but… be careful.”  He entered, and the air of the temple practically shivered.

This man was a Sith Lord.  A powerful one, to be sure.  Rivan could have smiled.  Granted, it most likely meant that Lord Vader or Lord Sidious was dead, but… that was the way of the Sith. 

Leia made an inarticulate noise and followed Luke. She was not Sith, but… she had power, enough to match Luke’s.  She was also untrained.  Oh, excellent.  Clearly, whoever had won the battle between Lord Sidious and Lord Vader had done well so far.  They were building the Sith back up again.  That probably meant that it was Lord Vader, as Lord Sidious had preferred to keep to that damnable Rule of Two.

Han entered, and Rivan sighed.  He supposed it was too much to hope for, three incredibly Force-strong individuals.  No, this one didn’t have any strength in the Force at all.  He was all but radiating loyalty to both of the others, however.  Perhaps he was a trusted servant?  Or as trusted as any servant of the Sith could be, in any case.

No, that wasn’t quite right.  Rivan studied Han for a moment before he felt like smiling.  It seemed the man loved Leia. 

Well then.  The next generation should be assured as well.

Rivan considered the small group as they made their way down a corridor.  Luke was on point, his lightsaber in his hand but not ignited.  Leia was in the center, with her blaster out but pointed to the floor. And Han was in the rear, where he too had a blaster at the ready.

Rivan waited until they entered the main chamber, and the slammed the doors closed.  He materialized before them.

Before he could say anything, a blaster bolt passed through his form.  He threw Han a glare.  “Corellians,” he sighed.  “Always shooting first.”

Luke blinked and took a deep breath.  “Hello,” he finally said. 

Rivan inclined his head.  “I am Lord Rivan, Guardian of this Temple,” he said, and then paused, waiting.

The woman stepped forward.  “I am Princess Leia Organa.  This is Knight Luke Skywalker, and Captain Han Solo,” she said, all royal grace and courtesy.  “Is there a reason you have trapped us here?”

Oh, he liked her.  Untrained or not, he liked her.  “Indeed,” he said.  “And… Knight Skywalker?” he asked, turning to the young Sith.  “That is the title you claim?”

“I suppose I could use Commander,” Luke said calmly.  “But I resigned my commission.”

Rivan frowned at him.  “No, young one,” he said.  “You have another title- Lord.”

Luke recoiled.  “No.”

It was not that Luke didn’t know what he was talking about, it was that he flatly rejected it.

Rivan sighed.  “Not another one.  Young Lord, you were granted that title when you…”

“I know,” Luke interrupted.  “When I took my Father’s mask off.  When I did that, even though he was already dying, I killed him.  I know.”

“Your father,” Rivan said.  “Lord Vader, I assume.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” Luke corrected.  “Though the galaxy did know him as Darth Vader.”

“Hmph,”  Rivan interjected.  “It’s an honorable title, Lord Skywalker,” he added.

“You…” Leia devolved into a highly lyrical language Rivan did not recognize, though the tone was clear- she was heaping curses on his head.

Luke and Han apparently recognized both the language and the curses, because they both took a step back.

“Leia…” Han finally started as she wound down.

“NO, Han,” Leia said.  “Our… Vader… He… there is nothing honorable about his title.”

Luke sighed.  “Leia is right,” he said.  He turned to Rivan.  “Lord Rivan, we came here because these coordinates were prominent in my father’s files.  I had hoped… but I see that this is a Sith Temple.  With your leave, we will depart and hopefully you will be left to your studies in peace.”

Rivan sighed.  The young man wasn’t ready, not yet.  “First… will you tell me how the confrontation between Lord Sidious and Lord Vader went?”

Luke frowned.  “Sidious tried to kill me.  My father killed him, but not before being fatally wounded.  He… had me remove his mask, and then he died.”

“Passing his title to you,” Rivan completed.

Luke flinched.  “Apparently.”

“Kid…” Han started. 

“It’s alright, Han,” Luke said.  “We already knew this little trick of the Sith.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Leia snorted.  “Han. You hate anything to do with the less obvious parts of the Force.”

The two men both chuckled, before Luke sobered.  “May we leave, Lord Rivan?”

Rivan sighed.  “Very well, young Lord.  Perhaps next time we meet, you will have accepted your destiny.”

As they left, Luke turned back with a brilliant smile.  “I have accepted my destiny, Lord Rivan. Just because it’s not what you- or my father- wanted for me, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I have to do.”

And with that, they left.

Rivan sighed before dissolving his form again. 

Young Luke was foolish, perhaps.  But in time, he’d understand what it truly meant to be a Sith Lord.


Alright, perhaps not as… silly… as You Shall Become (Me), but hope you liked it, anon.

anonymous asked:

Can I just say I love Hillary Clinton? That's practically a crime nowadays. Especially and almost exclusively online. She's a kind, big hearted person. The Clinton years were pretty good to me, as I recall, and my mom who needed safe low income housing and WIC. Without their efforts and the liberal attitude of that decade none of us would have much of anything to recall fondly. The internet is just awash with Clinton hate and I just don't really get it. I hope history corrects the record.

the fact that neither clintons are under fbi investigation but the trumps and sanders are is just maddeningly hilarious. At the end of the day, hillary will be fine whether history is kind to her or not (tho I also think it will be), but people’s short memories about our history is what will destroy us all and keep us in the cycle of regression and making slow progress. Imagine in 2032, when a candidate worst than Trump (or god forbid don jr) emerges and a less than perfect candidate ran against Trump 2.0, and we gave all the warnings we can about what happened in 2016 (just like we gave all the warnings of what happened in 2000) and how we shouldn’t repeat it since we JUST recovered from the first Trump admin and just began to start making progress, but people are again too stubborn to heed warnings and just want to prove a point with their protest votes, stay home, or vote for Trump 2.0 to teach Washington and liberal coastal elites a “lesson.”

No country (or trophies) for "good black men"

As is the standard operating procedure in the black community, after a public incident wherein a black woman is hurt or killed by a black man, the resounding phrase from the ashy-n-aimless dick gallery and its fluffers is, “She should of chose better”. For the record, the correct use of those words is “have chosen”. If one, an irrelevant black male in these instances, is going to pontificate about how the woman should have picked a better man instead of how that man should BE better, then correct the admonishing retort should be: “She should have chosen better.” Past participles and all that, but I digress.

At any rate, when black men say, “choose better”, what they’re really saying is women should choose someone less terrible. She should choose someone who has 3 kids by 2 different women, instead of one who has 4 by 3. She should choose someone with a conviction of reckless driving, not DWI on his record, a charge of lewd acts with a minor, not rape. The lesser of the many evils. Black women are expected to dig through a pile of trash to find the least broken piece that is the easiest to mend with some super glue, prayer, collard greens and p*ssy. You know? The brotha who just needs a chance. A “good black man”…

If a black woman wants a NEW car, she is expected to go to the junkyard, salvage yard, or scrap heap to find a new-to-her car. After spending hours in the hot sun walking the rows of “options”, her choices are: the 2000 Ford Explorer with a busted axle and 189k miles or the 2006 Kia Sephia with a blown head gasket and 200k miles. Guess what? She’s not going to be able to get where she needs to go, on a regular basis, with either of those cars, at least not without an inordinate amount of repair, which will cost her more than it’s worth. However, in the end, after several breakdowns, flat tires, duct tape, and several high-interest payday loans to cover repairs, she’ll have her a “good” car. “See? I’s drivin’ now”.

The good black man is dead. As a matter of fact, he never existed.

That’s just a lie black women have been fed by the black community in order to keep black women energized with false hope and accessible to the leeches who want to use them and leave them depleted, unfit, and unqualified for someone else after they have tapped out their resources. The goal is to leave a black woman as damaged beyond repair as the men who do the damage. Misery loves company and it’s a parasite, so it needs a host.

When a black man says he’s a “good black man”, he’s saying that he does the basics, what he’s supposed to do, like protect, divide, defend, and build. When he says he’s a “good black man”, he’s saying that he should be given credit for doing the bare minimum, because in relation to his block-hugging peers, he’s going above and beyond. He’s exhibiting the appropriate behavior of well-adjusted, fully-functioning, adult men, yet he thinks he’s moving mountains. He expects praise because “at least he’s…” or “he could be doing…” or “at least he isn’t…” or “he comes home at night”. He wants to be recognized for not being abusive, unfaithful, predatory, neglectful, or violent. A trophy for finding his way to and from work ever day he’s scheduled to be there. The “good black man” is a loaded, seemingly innocuous label. However, it is dangerous, because it is a distinction that has been unilaterally assigned to and usually by the person toting the “good black man” badge. It’s subjective and arbitrary, and precludes the label wearer from inspection, review, or oversight. “I told you I’m a good man. What more do you need?” This lack of accountability is the equivalent of a company/entity/organization, etc. finding that it has not engaged in any wrongdoing after an internal investigation or in-house audit. “Good black men” also come spring-loaded, with anger, resentment, and entitlement. They’re “good black men” after all, and they should be have all the rights and authority granted thereto. You know? The same way your bachelor’s degree grants you all the privileges that earning one affords, yet there’s no proof that you actually know what you’re doing and there’s no evidence of what you’ve done.

Be very cautious of men who call themselves a “good black man”. I emphasize “good black man” because I don’t know of another race or group of men that has to declare itself because its actions have not created a good reputation to precede it. There’s a reputation to precede black men, but it’s not an overall or overwhelmingly positive one, which is the reason for the “good” adjective. Be very suspect of black men who label themselves good. They are coming to you with hopes that your expectations are low and requirements are few and they’ll be really angry when your social, monetary, physical, and intellectual value exceeds their budget. Instead of them leaping over and clearing hurdles, they’ll want and expect you to do the limbo to see how low you can go…

Annotated Owl Sector: Brilliance 3.2

Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 1

SHU: How long since we last convened?
QUI: I can still recall the Dawn Calamity, so not long enough.


Also, these logs see to be from some sort of…internal surveillance/recording?

Also, apparently the Owl Sector doesn’t have big group meetings outside of emergencies.

SHU: Berriole’s deployed on Mars, Quist is whimpering in the corner—
QUI: Slander.
SHU: Correction to the record. Quist is curled up in the corner, making noises of outrage—
RAM: Officially, the Vanguard suggestion of quarantine was implemented and shortly afterwards reversed due to irreparable ineffectiveness. Unofficially, they laughed at Quist

Shun likes to tease. Quist likes to maintain his dignity, but has a little humor about it. Ramos is mostly The Serious One, but isn’t above joining in the joke.

SHU: I’m Liaison to the Vanguard. It’s my job. Besides, I’m irresistibly charming.
RAM: Even if?
SHU: Even if.

Something that went down between Shun and Ikora that EVERYONE in Owl Sector knows. Also, Shun is “irresistibly charming” and likes to say so.

RAM: Berriole found a trove of laboratory notes in a locked section of the Dust Palace. Some dead scientist named Shirazi. Some forgotten experiment under the auspices of Willa Bray.
QUI: She’s good as a bloodhound for secrets.

Berriole already has a reputation for unearthing secrets that others can’t find. Also, bloodhounds are still a thing, or at least known via records.

SHU: They’re Guardians, Quist. Means the Light has cooked their brains. Haven’t you seen them dancing in the Plaza, for no reason, with no music at all? We’ll take what we can get.

Shun may love Ikora with a pure and undying love but does not idolize Guardians. He thinks they’re kind of crazy. (BECAUSE WE ARE.)

RAM: If that’s the effect on civilians—
QUI: It might have been temporary. But—
RAM: The decision to lock down the City was wise.
SHU: Thank you, thank you. Really, it’s too much.

Okay, this is interesting. It looks like Shun was the one to call for the quarantine on the City–possibly against objections. This means that Shun is pretty dang high in authority, and he’s definitely also someone who can be cautious and think about future consequences. 

(Personally I like the idea that Shun, who has a such a burning personal dedication to Ikora, being the one who makes “the greater good” decisions, while Quist, who has an actual family, is much more moved by immediate personal loyalties.)

QUI: I’d forgotten how heavy and sweaty these were.
RAM: Truth be told, I’m braver with the suits on.
QUI: A hundred separate pieces, requiring buckling and zipping, though?
RAM: We’ll improve the design. Eventually. But they work. Berriole’s got the most delicate tasks, and she manages.
SHU: Speaking of our codebreaker. She sent a sample scraped off the sand. And this log.

They’re using the same kind of suit that Berriole is on Mars, which means they’re in actual space suits (probably) instead of just isolation suits. 

Berriole’s primary role may be “codebreaker,” since she’s referred to that way here. 

Ramos prefers to take precautions, and is hopeful for future technological improvements.

QUI: Trust me, you don’t want to hear Shun sing.

Shun is a terrible singer. And yet he sings often enough for Quist to know what it’s like.

QUI: Good to have you back, you hair-grayer, you cleft of the Traveler. Don’t do that again.
RAM: You don’t know how happy I am to see you.
SHU: What did I miss?
RAM: Nothing much.
QUI: Everything. You missed everything. Eva’s cooking, dancing Cabal, the man in the moon setting up shop in the Traveler.
SHU: Hm. I’ll have to ask Ikora for an update.
RAM: Wait until you’re walking again.
QUI: So she can cut you down at the knees.
SHU: Ha. Ha.

The “you don’t know how happy I am” suggests to me that Ramos didn’t enjoy taking over Shun’s position, though it’s quite possible it’s just relief that he’s alive. Quist continues to be snarky. Also, apparently Shun’s ~feelings~ for Ikora (and her lack of response) are a running joke among members of Owl Sector.

RAM: Welcome back, Berriole. We’re closing this incident.
QUI: Good riddance.
BER: I’ll put the final reports into the system and return the Owl Sector to standby.
RAM: Before you do—for our records—any success to report, Liaison to the Vanguard Shun?
SHU: None whatsoever. Warlocks are all mystery and power one minute, business as usual the next. Ah well.
BER: Why are you all laughing?
RAM: I’ll brief you later

OH MY GOSH. They are all, like, taking will-they-won’t-they bets on Shun and Ikora, aren’t they? I can’t even. And I’m positive that Bungie will never mention Owl Sector again, which makes this even more tantalizing, and GAH.

More importantly: Berriole mentions returning the Owl Sector to “standby.” This suggests it acts as a body only in times of crisis. Do the members spend most of their time working other jobs? This would explain why their titles (like “geographer”) don’t really match up with what they’re actually recorded working on.

Why does Violet Baudelaire remember Jacques Snicket?

The impersistence of memory is a running theme throughout “A Series of Unfortunate Events”, as the Baudelaire orphans progressively learn the real meaning behind the tragedies they experience. Things were not what they appeared. One passage particularly comes to mind:

“His full name,” Duncan said, flipping through his notebook, “is Jacques Snicket.”
“That sounds familiar,” Violet said.
“I’m not surprised,” Duncan said. “Jacques Snicket is the brother of a man who/”

[The Vile Village, Chapter Twelve]

The Baudelaire parents raised their children to remain blissfully unaware of VFD and their past… Yet Violet, the eldest, seems to believe she heard of Jacques Snicket before. When? Where? Why?

Keep reading

Outlast 2 Spoilers!

So in the scenes where you go through a school there’s often areas you can record with Blake’s camcorder (9 in total if I’m correct). Reviewing these recording just reveal gargled voices and static BUT play them in reverse and you’re in for one hell of a treat. There’s plenty of YouTube vids on this already but I figured it’d be nice to tell you all what each of the recordings said.

Before I do this I’d like to mention that the individual speaking is most likely Blake or Father Loutermilch, he is also the crazy tongue monster that chases you given the birth mark visible on both models with careful examination. And of course major content warning because this is Outlast we’re discussing.
Any who, onto the transcripts!

Recording 1 a.k.a. Jessica’s Suicide Note - “Dear Lord, sweet Jesus, forgive my sins and accept my gratitude. Thank you God for killing the child.”

Recording 2 a.k.a. Hanged Jessica - “You remove the devilish and beyond the flesh which you made was unable to resist.”

Recording 3 a.k.a. A Game of Hangman - “I am weak, but you are strong for me. How generous. You gave me life, you gave me talent.”

Recording 4 a.k.a. A Sickness in St. Sybil - “The gift of music and mathematics and love. In those fleeting moments in which music and math can save me.”

Recording 5 a.k.a. Ruptures - “I may share peace with the children who may be able to take my pit talents and turn them into glory.”

Recording 6 a.k.a. Roots and Branches - “Let me share in their wanted path to adulthood. Moments when a child learns those things everybody else already knows, but doesn’t talk about.”

Recording 7 a.k.a. They’re All Going to Laugh at You - “She was so ripe with possibility. So resilient, smiling, flirting, never even aware of the power she had.”

Recording 8 a.k.a. Pulse - “You
killed her, you saw what she was. Your world rested on her shoulders as much as on my own. You took her, and I could not.”

Recording 9 a.k.a. I Have Lots of Friends - “You killed her, but I never told a soul. I kept your secret, our secret. Thank you. Thank you. Never told a soul. Let the sorrow of a suicide note wash over the unacceptable tragedy of her murder.”

Note: none of these are confirmed this is just what I hear when I’ve listened to them. Please feel free to look up the recordings for yourself and draw your own conclusions.

#ThrowbackThursday: 14 September 2001


Not a fortnight ago, the wizarding community awoke to the news that Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, friends and accomplices of Harry Potter in the defeat of Voldemort, had exchanged wedding vows in a ceremony celebrated a week earlier than it had leaked. The ingenious move was nothing short of what you would expect from high-achiever Granger and Weasley, who previous to leaving the Ministry last year had a successful spell as a Strategist Auror, and so this momentous event went unnoticed by the press.

The couple kept a low-key profile after returning from their honeymoon—until yesterday, when Granger sparked controversy once again. The 21-year-old, member of the Dept. for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, was attending the passing of her contentious bill renaming and repurposing the “Office for the Relocation of House Elves” to the “Office for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare”, when she told the Minister’s Junior Assistant that she still went by Granger, not Weasley, if he could kindly correct it on the records. Many of the people present at the time stared at her in frank disbelief. Has Granger and Weasley’s marriage gone to the dogs already? Why does she not want to be associated with that name?

The pair, notorious for avoiding the press as much as their associates, Potter and Ginevra Weasley, was approached during a romantic stroll through Hogsmeade that same evening, surely celebrating Granger’s triumph. When asked about the curious decision and whether it meant his wife was not as committed as he was to their recent union, Weasley said, ‘She kept her name because she did, grow the b*** f*** up.’ He then apologised to his wife as they continued walking, but reporters were still presented with a rude hand gesture behind Granger’s back.

Upon closing this number, we received a statement issued by Granger herself to clear up any misunderstandings. The unadulterated letter is disclosed to our readers, with Granger’s permission, below:

‘After much consideration as to why I should explain something that pertains to my private life, I have decided to do so nonetheless in the hope that it would prevent certain individuals from accosting myself and my husband as we move about our daily life.

I am aware that the wizarding community is one with long-withstanding traditions. Some of them are, in my opinion, harmful traditions that we should aim to change in order to build a more equal society for all magical beings. Other customs pose less relevance, and it should make no difference whether we follow them or not—however, difference they make, for when you decide not to adopt them, you find yourself and your loved ones subject of slandering.

My decision not to change my last name to that of my husband’s has nothing to do with any of the reasons assigned to it. I feel nothing but love, respect, and gratitude towards the family who has always welcomed me into their house and that I am now an official member of. My feelings towards my husband are for him alone to know, although I believe having chosen him to bond my life with should speak volumes about their nature.

I have kept the name “Granger” because that has always been my name, and I am mine before anyone else’s. I have kept the name “Granger” because it is part of my identity, and I do not believe giving up part of one’s self is a requisite for getting married. I have kept the name “Granger” because I can be Hermione Weasley… while still being Hermione Granger.

That said, I have no qualms about being referred to as “Hermione Weasley” in other circles of my life, and this bears no negative judgement on my part towards women who choose to take their partner’s name.

The people who know me and, most importantly, my husband—the only person besides myself whose opinion on the matter counts—understand this decision. I honestly do not care much for the sentiments of the rest of the wizarding community on my life choices and believe they ought to preoccupy themselves with things of actual relevance.

Best regards,
Hermione Granger Weasley’

We can conclude from this that Granger and Weasley’s relationship is stronger than ever, and here at the Daily Prophet, we once again wish them happiness in this new stage of their lives.

[Pictured above: A leaked picture of the couple at their wedding.]