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sixpenceee:

ROOT CANAL PROCEDURE

A root canal is a procedure done to help repair a tooth that’s been severely decayed or infected. 

A root canal procedure is performed when the nerve of the tooth becomes infected or the pulp becomes damaged. During the procedure, the nerve and pulp are removed, and the inside of the tooth is cleaned and sealed.

You can watch the full video here

More information here

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ALIEN ANATOMY (Link to story)
"What did you bring on our ship?"
"A specimen from the desolate planet we visited. I found it among some ruins, I think it might be one of the surviving sentient species."
"Sentient? Look how unruly it’s behaving, the thing is but an animal."
"Wait, do you see it leaking fluid from those gashes? I think it might be wounded, that would explain the odd behaviors."
"What do you expect me to do? I have not the slightest clue how these creatures work."
"Try something, we can’t let it bleed to death, especially if it might be the last of its kind."
"Fine, I’ll close the wounds, but I can’t promise anything."
The small human child laid still on the operation table. His mouth, nostrils, and eyelids had been stitched closed with such precision that he almost appeared to have a blank sheet of skin instead of a face. The alien creature looked over its work with pride.
"The specimen seems calmer now, have we saved it?"
"Only time will tell, only time will tell."
THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL (Link to story)
Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It’s a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.
I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.
A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say.
The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get murdered or kill themselves. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered.
With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too damn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.
THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED (Link to story)
My daughter, Katy, is 6, and has an overactive imagination. She regularly crawls into my bed at night with my husband and I, telling us about the monsters in her room. One, she said, has a black body that looks almost blob-like, with yellow skin on his face and big black eyes. It pins her to her bed and touches her roughly with black hands, sometimes choking her until she can’t breathe. The other one, with red scaly skin and yellow eyes, is really nice. It lives beneath her bed and sits with her after the black monster visits; she says it makes her feel safe again.
This morning I went to do the laundry, and found blood on Katy’s pajamas. I rushed to her room to talk to her, but instead vomited once I flicked on the light. My husband’s body lay in pieces, pools of blood taking up most of the floor. Katy curled up in her bed, her hands over her ears and her eyes squeezed shut. Next to her was the red skinned monster she spoke about. It stared at me with sad eyes, and too shocked to do anything else, I stared back. He started to move towards me and all I could do was stand still, even when it gently placed a clawed hand on my shoulder then crawled underneath the bed.
I looked down at my husband, now noticing his black dressing gown that was torn to shreds, and the rest of the pieces of the mask he was wearing, small yellow pieces.
Here is the first COMPILATION OF SHORT CREEPY STORIES

sixpenceee:

"What did you bring on our ship?"

"A specimen from the desolate planet we visited. I found it among some ruins, I think it might be one of the surviving sentient species."

"Sentient? Look how unruly it’s behaving, the thing is but an animal."

"Wait, do you see it leaking fluid from those gashes? I think it might be wounded, that would explain the odd behaviors."

"What do you expect me to do? I have not the slightest clue how these creatures work."

"Try something, we can’t let it bleed to death, especially if it might be the last of its kind."

"Fine, I’ll close the wounds, but I can’t promise anything."

The small human child laid still on the operation table. His mouth, nostrils, and eyelids had been stitched closed with such precision that he almost appeared to have a blank sheet of skin instead of a face. The alien creature looked over its work with pride.

"The specimen seems calmer now, have we saved it?"

"Only time will tell, only time will tell."

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It’s a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.

I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.

A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say.

The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get murdered or kill themselves. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered.

With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too damn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.

My daughter, Katy, is 6, and has an overactive imagination. She regularly crawls into my bed at night with my husband and I, telling us about the monsters in her room. One, she said, has a black body that looks almost blob-like, with yellow skin on his face and big black eyes. It pins her to her bed and touches her roughly with black hands, sometimes choking her until she can’t breathe. The other one, with red scaly skin and yellow eyes, is really nice. It lives beneath her bed and sits with her after the black monster visits; she says it makes her feel safe again.

This morning I went to do the laundry, and found blood on Katy’s pajamas. I rushed to her room to talk to her, but instead vomited once I flicked on the light. My husband’s body lay in pieces, pools of blood taking up most of the floor. Katy curled up in her bed, her hands over her ears and her eyes squeezed shut. Next to her was the red skinned monster she spoke about. It stared at me with sad eyes, and too shocked to do anything else, I stared back. He started to move towards me and all I could do was stand still, even when it gently placed a clawed hand on my shoulder then crawled underneath the bed.

I looked down at my husband, now noticing his black dressing gown that was torn to shreds, and the rest of the pieces of the mask he was wearing, small yellow pieces.

Here is the first COMPILATION OF SHORT CREEPY STORIES

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realitytvgifs:

Life lessons.

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Zoom ohyeselifresh:

Can i get an amen?

ohyeselifresh:

Can i get an amen?

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ifyoucarryonthisway:

the fact that a girl being a feminist is a turn off to a lot of guys is just further proof that sexism exists they’re literally saying they don’t want a girl who requires respect because that’s just no fun 

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Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?

— Midnight thoughts (via thewaytosunshine)

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Zoom galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:



“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”




the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:

“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”

the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

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itsstuckyinmyhead:

Cats and Tumblr

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phoeni-xx:

jaedewilliams:

theonetruenidoking:

william-elms:

policymic:

Disturbing photos show a cop choking a college student

Police had been responding to a “disturbance” near the University of Tennessee when a house party estimated to be composed of 800+ individuals spilled out onto the street. Deputy Brandon Gilliam wrote in the report that when detaining Dotson, he “began to physically resist officers’ instructions to place his hands behind his back, and at one point grabbed on to an officer’s leg.” At some point, Deputy Phillips felt the need to begin choking Dotson to the point where he passed out — lethal force by any definition.

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The deputy who assaulted the student was fired and the deputies who stood by were suspended. As it should be.

This dude made a rookie mistake. You never assault the rich white kids, they’re the only ones the system cares about after all.

^^^^^^^

LETS FUCKING CLARIFY:

A COP CHOKES A WHITE BOY AFTER A ROWDY PARTY UNTIL HE PASSED OUT AND GETS FIRED ASAP.

A COP PUTS AN ASTHMATIC BLACK MAN IN A CHOKE HOLD UNTIL HE DIED AND WE’RE STILL WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO FUCKING HAPPEN. 

THIS IS WHY I CANNOT TRUST “THE SYSTEM”. ITS EITHER SUPER FUCKED UP OR ITS WORKING JUST THE WAY THEY INTENDED IT TO. and we all know which one is right.

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Zoom dreamofserenity626:



HOLD IT! HOOOOLD EVERYTHING!

Didn’t even need to click on the gif or read what was bellow it to know who it was.

dreamofserenity626:

HOLD IT! HOOOOLD EVERYTHING!

Didn’t even need to click on the gif or read what was bellow it to know who it was.

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sherlockedhobbitofasgard:

So apparently you can make this little thing called salt glitter. 

Basically, you like put food coloring on salt and cook it and then when it’s ready, it becomes salt glitter. 

Do you even realize how many spn creatures are affected by salt? You could go around throwing this shit at demons all like 

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kim-kanye-baby:

thecutestofthecute:

More dogs with their babies.

Oh my god!

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