the witnes

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Yuuri wants to smile for his last time on the ice????
Victor dramatically tells him he really wants to kiss his gold medal????
Yuuri starts to laugh???
Now Victor… He gives a half hearted smile back… And then THIS.
HIS EYES. HE IS A BREAKING MAN. HE JUST WANTS YUURI TO BE HAPPY BUT HE DOESN’T WANT HIM TO RETIRE EITHER.
He’s holding on for one last time on the ice witn his Yuuri.

The neural network doesn’t understand proper nouns.

As the neural network begins to get better at generating cookbook recipes, it continues to have trouble with recipe sources - short and highly varied, they’re a challenge for an algorithm that learns by repetition. Still, it does its best:

Source: Carrots
Shared By: Eander Moistly
Recipe By     : Berrand erroomsterplees
Recipe By     : Derned SAwaalcaima
Submitted by Alsalanne Mc.thebsete
Recipe By     : By LidienY Pubptite
Recipe by: Chef; Texigle The Steamy Fut 18
Cookies" cookbook by Herblen Leg 1994
by Pillian Cooking Broccoli
Source:  A dark Soup Cookbook by Searsh Leaves.
From Millryer Coancy First Warterrip Meltingonais
Source: Genter Marjary Witn Abong
Source: Cherry Sauce *  The Shell Bears Shelled Barbecue Sauce

anonymous asked:

THIS is what I was afraid of when they brought her back. I don't give a fuck about her, I know it's fake and she won't make me change my opinion. I was worried for him, for his mental health because he has gone through (and he still is) so much and I remember how he was the last time he had to stunt witn her. She has been awful to him and Harry and I hate everyone around him that made this shit going so far

all i care about right now is louis and i’m just so angry that this is still happening and he’s still not free

EXO Reaction when they ask you to be their homecoming date

This was requested by @sekailover  Xo,Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Too nervous* “You know.. when two people like each other.. they tend to go to places and.. do this.. and.. well.. ehh.. PLEASE BE MY DATE!” *But he’ll manage*

Kris:

*This is him at the cafeteria, trying to ask you to go with him. His friends will translate what he’s trying to say…don’t worry* “Hey… would you-gluglugllugluglug-witn me?”

Sehun:

*Like he’d go to your house very late at night, throw a tiny stone to your window and ask you to go with him while he’s holding flowers and the boys are behind him supporting him* “Aigoo.. why did you all come here with me? This is so embarrassing…”

Tao:

*He’d ask you very casually(kinda) in the last place you would expect* “Now that we are here at the mall… we should go look for a dress and a suit… you know.. so we have matching clothes… for the homecoming ball.. you are going with me right?”

Kai:

*Enters to your classroom in the middles of history class* “You… me… homecoming! Making history together! Say yes!”

Xiumin:

*He’d probably be very hesitant, not sure if he should ask you. But would do it like a few days before the day* “I.. didn’t know you were waiting for me… I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.. I’m sorry it took me this long..”

Baekhyun:

*He’d ask you in one of those conversations that we have at 2am and are always so sincere* “What would you say if… we go together… as a couple… I would really like us to be.. one… not just for homecoming I mean”

Luhan:

*He’d ask you after his soccer match* “I feel this is my lucky day… you came to see me play… we won… maybe if I ask you to be my date you’ll say yes? What do you think? Would you go with me?”

Chen:

*He’d do the whole thing. Buy flowers and chocolate, wait for the end of the day. Bring the boys so they help him in singing a song for you. Kneel down and ask you to be his girlfriend and to go with him. Just imagine it. Every teen’s dream*

Kyungsoo:

“PLEASE BE MY DATE!!!” *Would practice for hours… for you to hear him accidentally and find it so cute that you can’t say no* “REALLY?! You really liked it? It wasn’t even the real thing… ahh..”

Lay:

*Would definitely ask you while playing scrabble* “So… you’d go with me… wait wait… answer in the game board! We can take a picture of it and remember it forever!”

Suho:

*He knows there a very special dress you like and have always dream of having so he’d go to the end of the world to get it just for you* “I know you will like this… I just hope that maybe you’d like wearing it and going with me too”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

6

“Every meeting starts witn an hello. What brought Molly Hooper in the grip of a criminal mastermind was just as simple as a hello. Granted, he did not appear as a genius or a murderer. Instead, he took on the appearance of a kind and daring man. It was his charming nature that lured her into his path.

Jim from IT was harmless in every sense of the word.”  (from La Follia by Unreasonablyme)

Ironpanther because I can totally see it!!

They’d bond over tech and their suits and bounce ideas off of each other on how to improve each other’s projects.

They become so smitten by the other. Tony trying not to be obvious with his attraction but failing when he takes every opportunity be near T'challa and any excuse to touch him.

And T'challa fighting his arousal when Tony is explaining the theory of a solution becasue Tony just comes alive; it is spellbinding.

They dance around each other for a while, until finally, T'challa decides, it is not kingly to be pining when they obviously feel the same and makes a move.

T'challa sets out to woo Tony. He does so with Wakandan tech. With an encoded Wakandan tablet. He’d give Tony the most minuscule hint on how to crack it.

Tony takes it like a gleeful child with a new toy. He both loves and hates the tablet because it takes him YEARS (one week, he’s a drama queen we all know this) to hack into it. When he does, a message immediately appears on the screen:

Tony, if you’re so inclined, I would love it, if you’d do me the honor of accepting a date with me?

Yours,
T'challa

And Tony wants to laugh and make light of this but he can’t. He’s so damn impressed by this gesture that he becomes even more attracted than he already was to this man. He can do nothing less than gladly accept.

And then after a million and one dates, they get married. Rhodey cries tears of joy because he can now call Tony, Queen Stank, for the rest of their natural lives!!! What is even wrong with me lol

anonymous asked:

How would the captains and vice captain comfort there s/o who bottles up there fellings and finds them crying in a dark room with dry and wet tears cause they can't take the pressure any more of bottling up there felling s cause they felt witn allot of things in there life and fells like they can't do anything anymore and can't seem to do the things the like any more and they just need a shoulder to cry on and just let it out but they can't seem to tell them since they try to cover up there sad

I only did captains, just so it wouldn’t be so long!


Oikawa

  • Immediately holds you against his chest.
  • Tells you it’s all going to be ok and to not worry about anything.
  • Reminds you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and he has become a better person since meeting you. 

Kuroo 

  • Asks what’s wrong, genuinely concerned for your well being.
  • Takes your hand and helps you stand up, then brings you in for a nice bear hug.
  • Kisses the top of your head and doesn’t say anything, while you cry into his arms.

Ushijima

  • Doesn’t say anything but instead, sits down next to you and places his large hand on top of your head.
  • Keeps quiet and lets you cry bc honestly, he’s awkward with this kind of thing.
  • However, he wants you to know he’s there for you. Instead of giving you advice, he just listens to what you have to say.

Bokuto

  • Freaks out at first but once he listens to what you have to say, you notice a more serious side to him.
  • It kills him to see you in so much pain and to know that you’re hurting.
  • “I’ll support you no matter what you’re feeling, so it’s ok to cry because I’ll be here for you.”

Terushima

  • Even in your time of need, Terushima was still his happy go lark self. 
  • He gave you the most uplifting speech you had ever heard. He even cracked a few jokes and put a big ole smile on your face.
  • The blond boy gave you a noogie, “Keep your chin up (Y/n), and when you feel like you can’t go on, lean on me. I’ll be there for you no matter what!”

Futakuchi

  • “If something is wrong, you need to tell me. No matter how big or small the problem is, you’ve got to be open with me.”
  • Practically forces you to get out of the house and be in the sunlight.
  • Buys you an ice cream and lets you vent to him, and of course playing mario kart back at his house.

Daichi

  • Places his hands on your shoulder, “(Y/n)…it’s ok. You should never feel this way but for whatever it’s worth, I think you’re perfect.”
  • Helps you to your feet and gives you a hug, then spins you around and around until you feel dizzy!
  • Spends the rest of the day caring for you and letting you talk out your feelings to him.

Thanks for requesting!

7

Born in 1837 in Pyle Marsh, Bristol, England, Amelia Dyer grew up with death and sadness. By 1848 she had seen two of her sisters pass away and her mother slowly and painfully die of typhus. She grew up and eventually started training as a nurse. This is when she met a woman named Ellen Dane from whom she learned the art of baby farming. Baby farming was a terrible practise in the eighteen-hundreds Victorian era. The idea was much like an orphanage, only instead of government funded and controlled it was women who placed ads in newspapers saying they would take the baby for a fee. Sometimes the baby would be put up for adoption, sometimes the parents would return for them. Either way it was completely unlicensed, no rules, no regulations. Dyer decided to use baby farming, an already disgusting and abuse filled occupation, in an even more evil and nefarious manner, specifically the extermination of the babies. These children were born to illegitimate families, out of wedlock, or to people unfit to care for the child. These parents would pay Dyer from 10 to 80 pounds to take their kids. Dyer would end up killing the child, selling the clothes and moving on to her next victim.

She met and married a man and the two had a couple of children, a family she now used as a helpful cover for the untrusting expecting mothers. In 1879 she was arrested after a doctor noticed how many children had died under her care. She was arrested and although she should have been tried for the deaths she was only tried for neglect and received six months of hard labour. She said the experience destroyed her mentally and from then on she would experience mental breakdowns, conveniently any time the authorities were on her trail.

In 1890 she cared for an illegitimate baby. When the mother returned to take the child away she was given a baby she didn’t recognize. She stripped the child down and noticed that there was no birthmark where there once was on one of his hips. It didn’t take long for the authorities to suspect Dyer, so she had another breakdown and went into a mental institution. After a number of years and a number of doctors bringing her to the authorities attention she decided to no longer bring the bodies to doctors, she would just dispose of them. When the families returned or someone came sniffing around Dyer and her family would move to another town.

On March 30th 1896 a small package was pulled out of the Thames river at Reading in London. Inside the package was the body of a baby girl. The detectives were able to find a label from Temple Meads station, a railroad station, and on that label, under microscopic analysis, they found a name: Mrs. Thomas, and an address. This led the police to Dyer. Although they had no strong evidence directly connecting her to the body found they spoke with other police forces and witnesses and came to the conclusion that this was their killer. Her house placed under surveillance and a young woman was set up as a decoy to meet with Dyer and discuss adoption for her illegitimate child. On April 3rd Good Friday the police raided her home as she waited for her new client, the police decoy. They found no bodies but they did find other evidence that later on in the case would become very relevant, including white edging tape that she would use as a noose for the babies, telegrams regarding adoption arrangements, the tickets from pawn shops where she would sell the children’s clothing that she had murdered and receipts from the advertisements that she would place in newspapers offering her services as a ‘want to be mother’.

At the time the police calculated that in the past few months at least 20 children had been placed under her care and murdered, at that rate of murder it’s estimated that over the decades she had killed over 400 babies and children making her one of the most prolific murderers ever. On April 4th she was arrested and charged with murder along with her son in law and her daughter, both would eventually be released after no evidence was found suggesting they were in on the crime. That month authorities searched the Thames and six more bodies were discovered, each child had been strangled with the white tape police had found at her house.

Her trial began on May 22nd 1896 where she pleaded guilty to one murder. Her defense was insanity, however the prosecution was able to bring to light the fact that any time she had a mental breakdown coincided with a time that she was about to be exposed. It took the jury only four and a half minutes to find her guilty. In the three weeks before her execution she wrote a last and only true confession.

“Sir will you kindly grant me the favour of presenting this to the magistrates on Saturday the 18th instant I have made this statement out, for I may not have the opportunity then I must relieve my mind I do know and I feel my days are numbered on this earth but I do feel it is an awful thing drawing innocent people into trouble I do know I shal have to answer before my Maker in Heaven for the awful crimes I have committed but as God Almighty is my judge in Heaven a on Hearth neither my daughter Mary Ann Palmer nor her husband Alfred Ernest Palmer I do most solemnly declare neither of them had anything at all to do with it, they never knew I contemplated doing such a wicked thing until it was too late I am speaking the truth and nothing but the truth as I hope to be forgiven, I myself and I alone must stand before my Maker in Heaven to give an answer for it all witnes my hand Amelia Dyer.”

— April 16, 1896

She was hanged on Wednesday June 10th, 1896. Her last words were “I have nothing to say”. She became known as The Ogress of Reading and inspired a popular ballad:

The old baby farmer, the wretched Miss Dyer
At the Old Bailey her wages is paid.
In times long ago, we’d ‘a’ made a big fy-er
And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade

After her trial adoption laws were made much stricter in England which gave local authorities the ability to police and keep an eye on baby farms in hopes of stamping out any kind of abuse. Unfortunately even though the rules restricting the baby farming continued two years after Dyer’s execution Railway workers found a three-week-old girl inside a parcel on the tracks, wet, cold, but alive. The baby Jane Hill had been given to a woman named Mrs. Stuart for 12 pounds. It has been claimed that Mrs Stewart was actually the daughter of Amelia Dyer, however it is not known for certain.

Pictured above: two pics of Dyer, some illustrations about her crime and trial, the newspaper ads she posted, and some newspaper articles about her trial and trade.

There Is A Call For You

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Length: Medium

I walk among the rich people, but I am not one of them. For a long time, I have been serving those who can afford it. I don’t really belong to a family - people just hire me for their parties. So, as you understand, I have seen a lot of people from the elite in my career, though most of them were nothing special for me. I would go with my team and serve people and I would get paid for it. That was it, and there was no need for more. 

Yet, this last party didn’t go like most other parties that I have been hired for. First, everything seemed normal - a rich and successful businessman, Mr. Gilmoure, had organized a big event for all of his rich friends and business partners. Everything was quite stunning and the guests were having a good time. We, the service, did as well, actually. We talked with each other and secretly made little jokes about the rich around us. By all means, it started off as a good evening, yet things started to change quickly and there was something going on that no one noticed.

The first thing was that the host didn’t have much staff. Most of the service walking around was hired for that evening. He had a butler and a cook as far as I knew. That was it. Of course, Mr. Gilmoure lived alone, so perhaps having only two on his staff was more than enough for him. It was a pretty great mansion though, which made me wonder if the butler had to clean all of it. 

Speaking of the butler, he was the second strange thing I slowly started to notice. He was weird and scary. If he walked past me, I would feel uncomfortable. It was almost like something was trying to tell me to leave the place as quickly as I could, because something was wrong. Yet, I shook it off and just kept going on doing my stuff. If the butler wasn’t near, everything felt alright. We still had a good time. Don’t you think it’s strange how people can be misled so easy?

It was around two hours later when suddenly our businessman disappeared. His butler, I learned that his name was Jacob, told us that Mr. Gilmoure was tired and was taking a little nap. The party could continue, and he was somewhere where he wouldn’t be disturbed by the music downstairs. No one had thought that it was rude or strange of him to do so. He was an elderly man after all. But I don’t think he was sleeping. Because things really changed when he had left. It all started with one sentence said by Jacob.

“There is a call for you.”

He had said it to one the guests, a young man in his mid-thirties. I was standing behind them at the moment. The butler would tell the man to come with him so that he could take the call. I didn’t really bother about it and just went on with the serving of the drinks. 

It happened later again, however. After that, I learned that something was indeed wrong. The second guest, a nice looking woman with jewels around a neck, was asking me for some extra wine when the butler came towards us. He told her the same thing as he had told the guy before, and she also went with him. But before she did, she told me to wait for her with the wine. I obliged. 

I think that it’s good that I had done so, because otherwise I never would have seen that she didn’t return. When a half hour passed by and she didn’t come for her wine anymore, I gave it to someone else. Perhaps she had forgotten about it? Yet, I was worried about her, even if I didn’t knew her that much. And when I really started to look around, I saw that the first guy wasn’t there anymore as well. Both were gone.

It happened again two more times, maybe even more. When I saw Jacob heading towards a guest, I would try to stand as close as I could, and heard the exact same words as he had used before. The guest would follow him to the place where the phone was supposed to be, and then he never returned back to the party. I don’t know if I was the only one who noticed this, but it was making me feel really scared and worried. By the fourth time it happened, I decided to follow the butler and guest as well. Just to be sure. You ever had that feeling that you wish you didn’t something? Believe me, I still have it.

The fourth guest was a woman again, she was somewhere between her forties and fifties. She looked quite successful and impressive. I stayed far behind enough for them to not notice me. When the two disappeared in a room, I took a little sprint, pretending that I needed to get something. 

I slowly opened the door and saw the manservant and the lady standing by the phone. It was a pretty old one, with a cord. Jacob gave the receiver to the woman and she answered it. I saw her face become white when the person on the other side apparently spoke. I was too far away to hear him, but it wasn’t good. She spoke, shaking.“What do you mean with ‘Your time has come?’” 

The butler took the cord in his hands and slowly brought it up to her throat. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. My voice was stuck inside my throat and I could only look at how the guy put the cord around the woman’s throat and pulled it. Choking her with it. Until the phone fell out her hand and dangled above the ground. I felt sick when I heard her gargle one last time, before the butler let her go and she felt motionless on the ground. The dial tone sounded from the receiver, tuut… tuut… tuut, and echoed in my head.

I don’t know how I got away from there. It was a blur. I only know that I got away and that I should be very happy that I did. I won’t stop doing my work, but I will never return to that mansion again. I want to forget it, but I still see her dying before my eyes. Why I don’t do anything about it? I’m still fearing for my life and keeping quiet will hopefully keep me safe.

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