he is a year old this month

We’re betting that right now, some kid is having a nightmare in which they keep growing more and more teeth, endless rows of them, and the dentist has to keep twisting them out of their skull over and over again until the end of time.

With that in mind, allow us to introduce you to Ashik Gavai. Having suffered from a swollen jaw and severe pain for 18 months, Gavai, a 17-year-old student in India, finally gained access to the dental department at Mumbai’s JJ Hospital. His father was worried that his jaw pain was cancer, and technically he was right, but this particular cancer was teeth. Over 200 freaking teeth, all jammed in his mouth like he was trying to smuggle several sets of dentures through an airport security checkpoint.

“Wait a minute, Cracked,” you might be saying, “I’m no mouth bone doctor, but don’t humans normally have, like, 32 teeth?” Generally, yes. However, Gavai suffered from a rare non-malignant dental tumor known in scientific terms as a “composite odontoma,” and in layman’s terms as “a horror movie curse that turns your mouth into a tooth fountain.”

As you can probably assume, Gavai’s smackers were tightly packed, so dentists were unable to reach the extra teeth with contemporary dental tools. So, tearing a page out of our collective nightmare diary, they began the operation by chipping away at Gavai’s jaw with a hammer and chisel.

5 Times Your Dumbest Fears Totally Happened To People

Lemme properly introduce someone to all of you!

This is Jasper! My Emotional Support animal. And in my state and county he is considered a service animal since he has been trained to know signs of anxiety attacks.

Jasper is trained to know the signs of an anxiety attack since they have been getting to the point of potentially being dangerous. What he does he leans against me to keep me away from any possible dangers around me. Not only that but he helps me feel calmer and safer as well in public.

Jasper is a pure bred American Pitbull Terrier and despite being a year and 5 months old he works as great as a dog at the age of 3 from what his trainer tells me.

So yeah here’s another picture of my working boy

Please be gentle.

anonymous asked:

hold on just a hot second how can they call otayuri pedophilia??? have have a 3 or four year age gap (i'm not positive if ota is 18 or 19 lol), which victor and yuuri also have a 4 year age gap????? a 15 year old dating an 18/19 year old is IN NO WAY pedophilia????? otabek is barely an adult and yuri is old enough to make his own decisions???? and otabek would NEVER EVER pressure yuri into anything??? otayuri is the most pure ship that exists so pls do not let ppl say it is pedophilia

2 years and 4 months to be specific :’) or 3 years if otabek being 19 is true, but even then viktor and yuuri STILL have a larger age gap

and everything u said is true hfkjhsfkhjsa its not like otabek became a Fully Fledged Adult at the stroke of midnight of his 18th birthday its not like he suddenly know how to pay taxes and get insurance ifkshfkjhs

BESIDES WHO SAID THEY WOULD START DATING AT 15 AND 18 ANYWAY

Source: 86hmtr @ Twitter

>Yuri Plisetsky, Russia
>16 years old
>163 cm
>Coaches: Yakov Feltsman, Lilia Baranovskaya
>Best result: GPF-16/17 win
>Programs: Ai ni tsuite ~Agape~ (16/17 SP). Piano Concerto in B Minor: Allegro Appassionato (16/17 FP)

Translated by an /a/non

ETA: The picture comes from this month’s anan magazine! Also if Yurio’s age is listed as 16, that means he turned that age in 2017 (ergo, THIS YEAR).

The Detroit Freezer Mum
Mitchelle Blair

On the 24th of March 2015 in Michigan, authorities found the bodies of Stephan Berry, 8, and 13 year old Stonie Blair found in a freezer of the family home. What’s worse is mother, Mitchelle Blair had used her 17 and 8 year old children to help put the bodies in the freezer.

Stephan died first on the 30th of August 2012, Blair claimed his death was unintentional and was due to severe abuse. Mitchelle claimed that he was sexually abusing a relative but there was no proof. The boy had his genitals burned with water that his skin peeled off, received regular beatings, forced to drink Windex and was lifted with a belt around his neck.

10 months later on the 25th of May 2013, Stonie was murdered in which Blair claimed she “definitely meant to kill her”. After claiming she didn’t like her other siblings, Mitchelle went into a rage, strangled her with a tshirt and then suffocated her to death with a bag.

In July 2015, Mitchelle Blair was sentenced to life

GPOYW and two things bothering me today

1. I have lost nearly 20# and still look exactly the same.

2. I cut off association with my very toxic parents after they did something which scarred my kids for months. Now rumor has it that they are both at death’s door. My BIL tells me (because he’s the only one who will tell me anything) that me dad is skeletal and most likely has Alzheimer’s, and my mom has been in the hospital off and on for 4 months and finally in intensive care for what turned out to be sepsis. They’re 77 years old. Do I try to see them? My kids don’t want to see them. I don’t want to be crass, like “I hear you’re not long for this world so I thought I’d say hi

Professor: Meaghan, how old are you?

Me: 24. I turn 25 next month…

Professor: You have a few months left before you’ve lived a complete Keats life! He was so young, huh? Aren’t the Romantics fun? If you want a full Shelley life I can give you 4 more years…

Me: ….. I’d rather not.

Professor: No dying in a blaze of glory for you?

Me: I don’t think Shelley died in a blaze… it was a bit…. wetter than that.

Professor: [loses it]

anonymous asked:

yes. what is bendy. what is he from

here is what i can tell you about bendy:

demo for an indie horror game dropped last month

trailer (warnings: there’s a very indirect shot of black and white cartoon gore? and some mild flickering. but no jumpscares, and the music is gentle sinister piano rather than smth screechy and painful)

good ass aesthetic themed around early 1930s-era black and white cartoons (think fleischer studios, steamboat willie, hand-drawn rubberhose stuff, that era). 

plot is pretty standard: protagonist Henry returns to the abandoned animation studio where he used to work 30 years ago in response to a vaguely sinister letter from an old coworker. it’s a bad scene. there’s an obligatory audio diary cassette from an employee complaining about the noisy, messy “ink machine” that apparently consumes huge quantities of ink to no purpose. cardboard standees are around every corner smiling at you, even in places where they weren’t just a minute ago. everything goes tits up.

the next chapter is scheduled to come out in april

i can’t recommend… like, GREAT letsplays? but i can show you the letsplays i’ve watched.. there’s plenty of footage on youtube, bc LPers eat this stuff up

oh!!! i forgot to mention i’ve been daydreaming about What If athena and simon decided to become roommates shortly after the events of AA5

i mean hey it’s not like simon has anywhere else to go. she might invite him to sleep on her couch for a while and then it just turns into a semi-permanent arrangement bc they’re quickly able to slip back into the family dynamic they had all those years ago. of course sometimes simon forgets how old she is, and they both have a lot to catch up on, but overall they’re v comfortable with each other and it’s a nice healthy arrangement for a couple months until simon finds his own place

… but also, consider:

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anonymous asked:

Otayuri AU with "Guys my age" so sixteen year old yuri, who always sneeks into gay clubs to get laid, but is still in high school. And (I changed his age a bit I know) twenty year old Otabek, who works in a gay club as a dj. So whenever he djs there is that one guy that dances really suggestivly, and he just can't get enough of it. So they basically have like a sexual relationship for several months with sex at yuri'S school and stuff before they start actually dating ~Kitten

me: doesn’t believe in sex without love (but also doesn’t care what others do as long as it’s safe and consensual)

i have such mixed emotions about this because it’s hot and i love it, but i also don’t think i could ever have sex without love and it’s strange to think about my babies like that.

but on the other hand, beka already knowing yura’s body by the time they start dating? that’s good shit????????

Connection between a Mark Twain story and the “recovery” of a frog species?

This is a long post, because it tells a complicated, and fun, story.

Mark Twain’ wrote the short story, “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” in 1865. Here’s the plot:

The narrator is sent by a friend to interview an old man, Simon Wheeler, who might know the location of an old acquaintance named Leonidas W. Smiley. Finding Simon at an old mining camp, the narrator asks him if he knows anything about Leonidas; Simon appears not to, and instead tells a story about Jim Smiley, a man who had visited the camp years earlier. Jim loves to gamble and will offer to bet on anything and everything, from horse races to dogfights to the health of the local parson’s wife. He catches a frog, whom he names Dan'l Webster and trains to jump over the course of three months. When a stranger visits the camp, Jim shows off Dan'l and offers to bet $40 that he can out-jump any other frog in Calaveras County. The stranger, unimpressed, says that he would take the bet if he had a frog, and Jim goes out to catch one, leaving him alone with Dan'l. While Jim is away, the stranger pours lead shot down Dan'l’s throat. Once Jim returns, he and the stranger set the frogs down and let them loose. The stranger’s frog jumps away while Dan'l does not budge, and the surprised and disgusted Jim pays the $40 wager. After the stranger has departed, Jim notices Dan'l’s sluggishness and picks the frog up, finding it to be much heavier than he remembers. When Dan'l belches out a double handful of lead shot, Jim realizes that he has been cheated and chases after the stranger, but never catches him.

Dan’l Webster the frog was a California red-legged frog. The frog is now considered threatened under the Endangered Species act. The first photo above is the red-legged frog. The photo below tells us why it has the name: the bottom part of its legs are red.

According to an article in the Los Angeles Times (link), the frog practically disappeared from the Santa Monica Mountains nearly 100 years ago. But, National Park Service rangers and scientists who surveyed the creeks in the Mountains on March 14 found nine egg masses belonging to the California red-legged frog, meaning the frogs are breeding. Here is one of the egg masses they found:

The rest of the story about the egg masses in the Santa Monica Mountains:

The egg masses were likely laid by newly matured frogs that were part of the first class of eggs the Park Service introduced into the wild in 2014. That year, scientists took about 350 eggs from the only known population of red-legged frogs in the mountains, a small group located in the Simi Hills, to the north, and put them in a protective pen in a stream where they eventually hatched and were released. The egg masses found last week are the first sign the population is sustaining itself without human assistance, [NPS ecologist Katy Delaney] said. “I don’t think it’s too much to stay that this could be the start of a comeback. This would’ve never happened naturally,” Delaney said, before joking, “They would’ve never gotten across the freeway the way we drive them.”

The red-legged frog is the only species missing from the park’s ecosystem and because the species is so sensitive to its environment, experts view it as an indicator of the ecosystem’s overall health, officials said. When the surveyors revealed their discovery to Delaney, “there was a lot of shouting, whooping and high-fiving,” she said. “I’m really happy for every single milestone, but this is sort of the one we’ve been looking for.”

One more piece of weirdness, but involving the frog. You know one of my hangouts in the desert, where I do a lot of volunteer work, is in the Whitewater Preserve, just north of Palm Springs. The place used to be a trout farm. When it became a Preserve, the Wildlands Conservancy decided to retain the trout ponds, stocking the ponds with rainbow trout as the previous owners had done. One of my photos of one of the ponds:

All the trout have recently died, snatched as snacks by bears and bobcats or swept into nets by humans who raid the ponds after closing hours to steal the fish for dinner. Because the fish were gone, the rangers decided to proceed with their long-planned effort to drain the ponds and repair them, then refill them and restock them with new baby trout. But something happened. They found a California red-legged frog in one of the ponds as it was draining. They called in biologists, who took the frog’s DNA to learn its history, and try to guess how it got there. But, because the frog is considered threatened under the Endangered Species Act, the rangers can’t proceed with restocking until they figure out what’s next, because the trout eat the eggs and the tadpoles.

Species recovery sometimes happens in strange ways and is discovered serendipitously.

listen i got a rabbit when i was the ripe age of eight years old. originally named him button bc that was my old rabbits name and i was convinced if i just gave him that name the spirit of button would live on in him (rip in peace tiny friend) but after a while he chewed threw the fuckin lawn mower wire so my eight year old self called that sucker chompy. now i dont kno if you kno but rabbits are supposed to live like six to eight years as a pet, and before that button had kicked the proverbial fuckin bucket after a few months so we weren’t expecting the situation we’re currently in. chompy, as it turns out, gives absolutely 0 fucks what any rabbit website says. i am nearly twenty years old and this little dude just wont quit. you bet ur bottom dollar i go out every single mornin rain or shine to let his sorry ass out of the hutch so he can eat the grass, chase the birds and make my mum gnash her teeth and cry bc we cant plant shit bc he’ll straight up just devour any plant he finds. eleven years. this fucker is eleven years old. im pretty sure he’s just running on straight up spite at this point bc everyone i speak to in my family is like ‘is that rabbit still going?????’ you better FUCKIN believe that rabbit is tearin shit up in my back garden to this day. but now im in this situation where i tell ppl i have a rabbit and theyre like ‘ooo whats his name??’ and i, a nineteen year old, have to look them dead in the eye and say chompy. the ridiculous fuckin name i gave him eleven years ago. what a world 

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A substitute teacher in California got banned for wearing a Black Lives Matter button

  • A 75-year-old substitute teacher at Clovis West High School in Fresno, California, was banned from working at the school last month after he wore a Black Lives Matter button to class.
  • On Nov. 8, the Clovis Unified School District told him he was no longer allowed to teach at Clovis West.
  • Roberts, who is white, had worked for the district 15 years. 
  • An incident report stated that students were offended by the pin, and that Roberts was not following the lesson plan. Read more

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16-year-old Emma Walker and 18-year-old William Riley Gaul from Tennessee had been dating for several months when she decided to call the relationship off. Unable to accept Emma’s decision, William stalked her incessantly for two months before his stalking reached calamitous heights. On the 20th of November, 2016, William took his grandfather’s gun and drove to Emma’s home. Once here, he stood outside her bedroom and watched her sleep. He then produced the stolen gun and shot Emma through her bedroom window.

The following morning, Emma’s parents were horrified to discover her deceased in her bed, saturated by her own blood. Several hours later, William professed his love for Emma on his social media accounts, completely unaware that police had already suspected him in her murder. 

He was released on $1 million bail on 31 January, 2017, and shall remain free until his trial.

Photographer Ann Sophie Lindström spent several months documenting  a group of horsemen in North Philadelphia who have been countering crime through their love for horses.  For more riveting photos of the equestrians of North Philly, here’s this week’s Spotlight essay from Emily Anne Epstein.

A stallion named Dusty rears up as Jamil Prattis, 25, leads him to the lot across from the Fletcher Street Stables, October 19, 2013. Jamil became involved with the horses when he was 12 years old, after he saw a group of urban cowboys riding through the streets of North Philadelphia. (Ann Sophie Lindström)

Jamil Prattis sits in front of his house on French Street, May 23, 2014. (Ann Sophie Lindström)

Stephfon Darnell Tolbert, 31, teases a pony named Harlem, making him rear up, October 2, 2013. Harlem is known for being aggressive when someone gets too close. (Ann Sophie Lindström

A horse is tied up in front of a vacant lot on Fletcher Street while horsemen clean the stalls, October 6, 2016. (Ann Sophie Lindström

Stable manager Edward E. Ward cuddles a horse named Maverick, September 29, 2013. (Ann Sophie Lindström

Tymeir Sanders, 17, stops by a friend’s house on West Harold Street while out on a ride with Rosie, June 1, 2014. (Ann Sophie Lindström

Stephfon Darnell Tolbert, 24, prepares feed for the horses, October 16, 2016. The horsemen have tack rooms where they keep supplies, feed, and hay. (Ann Sophie Lindström

Donnell Glenn takes Cash out for an evening walk, October 9, 2013. (Ann Sophie Lindström

Stevie Spann, 50, checks on the horses before closing the stable for the evening, August 22, 2014.  (Ann Sophie Lindström)

Jamil Prattis, Stevie Spann, and Nate Benson sit inside a horse trailer to escape the sun and smoke, May 25, 2014. (Ann Sophie Lindström)

There is no indoor arena at the Fletcher Stable, so the horsemen like use the vacant lot across the street to train their animals, October 6, 2013. (Ann Sophie Lindström

Romere Burch,13, rides bareback on a stallion named Ace N da Whole on Glennwood Avenue, October 3, 2013. (Ann Sophie Lindström

Day Sixty-Three

-I asked a woman if she had the store’s payment card. She told me that she did not, but that she had just talked to someone for fifteen minutes. I do not see the connection but I am deeply proud of her nonetheless.

-In an attempt to make me uncomfortable, a man slammed a box of tampons on the counter and informed me that he would be buying them. Unfortunately for him, I have a level of maturity higher than a seven year-old, so it did not faze me at all. I picked it up, scanned it, bagged it, and gave him his total before he could stop snickering over the word tampon long enough to realize his plan had failed him. 

-Since entering the month of December I have noticed scores of older, chubby, bearded men come out of the woodwork and scour the store. Where have they all been hiding until this month? More importantly, who will emerge from the inevitable brawl as Santa Supreme?

-I found an opened twelve-pack of paper towels left on the ground with one roll missing. My biggest question is why the individual at fault opted to crack open the value pack rather than simply pick up one of the single rolls that were available on the same shelf, but I suppose desperate paper towel emergencies call for desperate paper towel measures.

-As a child was approaching the checkout lane, he told his mother to wait for a moment and made a dash to the trading card wall. He promptly dropped to his stomach in an army crawl and began surreptitiously pushing aside boxes. He pulled out a large toy that did not belong there and ran back to his mother. I have no idea how long he has been using this hidden cache to reserve his secret stash of toys, but I do know that this boy is going to make it big as a master thief. 

Groundbreaking Female Comic Book Store Owner Now Appears on a Marvel Cover

Ariell Johnson has been collecting comic books for more than a decade, but she’ll soon add a very personal one to her collection.

The 33-year-old founder and president of Amalgam Comics & Coffeehouse, Inc. in Philadelphia will appear on a variant cover of “Invincible Iron Man #1.”

The first image of the book, which goes on sale next month and features Johnson having a meal with new Marvel superhero RiRi Williams, is below.

Johnson said she owes the collaboration to her colleague Randy Green, whom she said spearheaded the project and conceptualized the cover.

“When the email went out about potential variants for stores, he was really excited and took it upon himself to work out the [details]. It was really his hard work,” she told ABC News. “I knew what it was supposed to look like, but having the actual art in front of you is so much different. It’s really exciting.”

Not that she hasn’t earned it. Johnson opened Amalgym last December, becoming the first black, female comic book store owner on the East Coast. However, her obsession of all things geek really began around age 10 or 11, when she discovered “X-Men” character Storm. Johnson credits the character, one of the first black, female superheroes, with being “the bridge that got me into this world.”

“To think I made it a decade-plus and I had never seen a black, woman superhero is crazy because little white boys have so many [with whom they identify]: ‘I want to be Iron Man!’ 'I want to be Batman!’ 'I want to be Superman.’ 'I want to be Han Solo!’ When you are a person of color, you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel to find someone you can identify with. I always felt like I was watching other people’s adventures,” she explained. “Being introduced to Storm was a pivotal moment for me because had I not come across her, I might have grown out of my love for [comics].”

After graduating from cartoons to comics in high school, Johnson began buying her own books in college. Her Friday routine was comforting: She’d go to the comic book store to get her weekly stash, and then take the books across the street to her favorite coffee shop, where she’d read them over a hot chocolate and piece of cake. When the coffee shop was forced to close some 10 years ago, Johnson decided it was up to her to create a space that gave her the same feeling of warmth.

“The goal is to be an inclusive geek space,” she said. “So it’s not just comics; it’s gaming, it’s sci-fi, it’s horror, whatever you geek about, we want to make room for you!”

She’s also proven to be a role model for girls and women. Johnson, who points to Marvel’s diverse cast of characters and story lines as proof that the industry is evolving in a positive way, said that she’s worked hard to make sure that everybody feels welcome at Amalgam.

“I had a girl tell me I had an excellent book selection and she was 7 or 8. I don’t know how welcome she might feel in some other spaces,” she said. “Women exist in this space! We’ve always been reading comic books, we just may not have been as open about it. I definitely get very positive feedback from not just little girls, but grown women too.”