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dean spends the next three days crying and both claire and jack have NO IDEA what they did

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inspired by this post

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Blög

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Hmmm wonder what these could be!

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It’s the same girl. http://ragecomics4you.tumblr.com

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in superman adventures #19, there’s a villain named multi-face who can convincingly disguise himself as anyone, even tricking dna tests and x-ray vision. Superman initially can’t stop him

and the only reason he gets caught is because multiface decides to disguise himself as, of all people, CLARK KENT i’m screaming

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My book (Chapter 1)

CHAPTER 1 The night was severe and cold. As the stars shone down on the snow-covered mountainside a lone figure ran through the densely wooded forest panting and breathless. There was a wild fear in its eyes as it ran headlong, not daring to look behind itself to check for pursuers. A sharp pain was burning into its side, yet it pressed through this, the danger of its current predicament spurring it onward. It was dark, however, and the ground was heavily laden with snow. It was this blanket of frozen precipitation which hid the up-raised root that snared the fleeing figure’s foot. The dark form stumbled over the thick root and fell flat. Before it had time even to get its limbs under itself it was beset upon by a much larger and much darker figure. “You thought you could escape?” asked the larger figure as it restrained the smaller’s arms. It’s voice was a deep, rumbling growl that reverberated slightly in its throat. “I am ‘The One Who Hunts’. None escape once I am set upon them.” Roughly, he wrestled the smaller figure to a standing position. “Come.” he commanded. “We’re going back to The Facility. If you’re lucky they’ll just kill you for the trouble you’ve caused.” Stricken by a sudden panic, the smaller figure lashed out at the larger. While kicking and biting it tried to wrench free from the iron grasp of its captor. “No! I won’t go back there! I’d rather die than go back there! You’ll have to kill me, you bastard!” An evil grin spread across the darker figure’s face. Just then a cloud shifted and moonlight, reflected from the blanket of snow, showed the larger figure to be a creature of nightmares. It was larger than any man and unnaturally thick with muscle. Covering its musculature was not skin, but rather a black and tan-colored, shaggy mass of fur. It’s head was distinctly canine in form, massive and resembling that of a scarred and evil Saint Bernard dog, however it stood on two legs as would a man and had fur-covered hands with clawed fingers in the place of a set of paws. The grin on its cannid face glowed with a large, pearlescent expanse of pointed teeth. “As you wish.” came the foul voice of this creature. The other figure cried out as the snow beneath it was sprayed with crimson. * * * The monstrosity carried the corpse of its victim back to the compound from which it had fled. After yelling a few obscenities at the guard and identifying himself the creature was allowed inside with his quarry. The compound was as non-descript as one might image. There were several small barracks style buildings as well as what seemed to be a central sheet metal building that lacked any name, insignia, or other identifying marker, but, save for the guard towers, that was all. The fence around the compound was chain link in design with a wheeled gate that could be opened and closed to allow vehicle access. It was up to this central building that the villain walked, leaving a trail of blood as he went. He carried his limp prey in a fireman’s carry across his shoulders as kicked open the side door and passed through the threshold. Inside of the seemingly ordinary shack a man in a white coat stood waiting for him with a stainless steel gurney and an expectant look upon his face. The hulking brute slammed the figure onto the gurney causing the man in the coat to jump back a pace. “Damn you to seven hells, dog!” yelled the man when the lifelessness of the creature dawned on him. Angrily, he examined the corpse that was now oozing the last remains of its death-thickened blood. The corpse was much like its murderer in its lack of humanity. It had the physical shape of a man, but rather than having the same thick fur which covered the dog-man, this creature had a short and dense brown coat that covered it tip-to-tail. It also had large curved horns on its head, two long cloven fingers, and its horizontal pupils gazed lifelessly from its dull eyes. After examining the large bite of a wound on its neck the man in the coat whirled furiously on the muscular monstrosity next to him. “‘Damn you’, I say again! This ram was the only success we’ve had thus far in our attempts to introduce ungulate genes into our specimen!” He thrust a repromanding finger into the large dog-man’s chest and fumed. “You were told to capture the specimen and return him to us ALIVE! Do you have any idea how many months this going to set us back!? Can your muscled brain even count that high!?” The dog-man gripped the hand that was digging its finger into his chest. With one hand he lifted the other man from the floor and, as he began to protest, the dog-man covered his mouth with his other hand. Breathing his putrid, death scented breath into the coated man’s face the monster said, “You can give me orders if you like, but it’s my choice whether I follow them or not. Your goat ran me so hard that once I caught it and it began to struggle I couldn’t help but think of how good its mutton would taste. Now let that be the end of it or I’ll taste your mutton tonight as well.” With that he dropped the man and turned to walk out of the building. * * * After adjusting his coat the man looked to the now-shut doorway and muttered, “Filthy cannibal… ” He turned his attention thereafter to the corpse that he was now left with. Sighing heavily he gripped the rails of the gurney and wheeled the deceased creature to a large freight elevator at the back of the building, swiped his key card, and soon was headed deep underneath the mountain with his macabre cargo. This man’s name was Dr. Geoffrey Sullivan, PhD. He was a geneticist from England that worked for The Facility, and he was the head scientist at this particular Facility outpost. His current project had been the introduction of ugulate genomes in the human body. As with the other projects, the genetic adaptation typically met with fatal results for the subject, but if a success was ever made the result was sure to replicable. This… thing… laying on the table had been his success… But now that brutish mongrel had destroyed over a years worth of work when he took the creature’s life. Dr. Sullivan refers to his test subjects as creatures, as do his colleagues, only so he may disillusion himself to what these beings truly are. As the elevator reached the cavernous depths of the mountain the doors opened to reveal a brightly-lit corridor. Its walls shone with cleanliness. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air as he wheeled his charge into the hallway before him. As he walked down the hall he allowed his eyes to wonder at the creatures that were kept in the plexiglass cells that lined the hall. In one was a man that had been spliced together with a river otter. His fur-covered body looked dry and haggard, and he was attempting to read a book when Dr. Sullivan walked past. Seeing the scientist and the dead sheep-man the otter person dropped his book and cowered in a corner. He was trembling with fright and chanting affirmations of doom for anyone who tried to escape to himself. Dr. Sullivan smiled at this. He loved seeing these mutations cower before him. It filled him with a blasphemous sense of godliness. He passed the other cells and the other creatures inside reacted much like the otter-man had, knowing full well that it was Dr. Sullivan that had supervised the torturous days of vivisection and genetic manipulation that had turned them from humanity into these perverted forms of nature. As he passed the last of the plexiglass cells he noticed that the one to his right was empty. He realized that his colleagues must have taken the fennec fox-woman to the laboratories were they were administering the final treatments that would stabilize her animalistic form. He had been impressed with this woman in particular. As far as he could remember he had never had a specimen whose body took to the changes as quickly as hers. Of course, that did not mean that her cries of pain in his vivisectorium hadn’t happened. No. Much like all of his specimen, she too, had to have her old flesh peeled from her body so that the grafts of furred hide could take root. In most of Dr. Sullivan’s creatures he tried to leave their scalps in place during this delicate process, but with her his scalpel had slipped as he was removing the skin from her skull necessitating the removal of her hair and the replacement of it with the thin, fine fur. He was just thinking of that fur as well, it was beautiful snowy white -a mutation in the foxes that were delivered to him for this project- when a loud, dull thud emanated from the cell opposite the one he was eying. As he turned he saw a brazen mouse-girl staring up at him. Her ears were suitably large for her head that they didn’t look out of place, and her long, naked tail twitched with agitation as she glared at him with fiery blue eyes. Dr. Sullivan stared down the young creature that was facing him akimbo in her hospital gown. Soon enough she began speaking and pounding her rodential fists against the reinforced plastic. Dr. Sullivan didn’t need to hear what she was saying, it was always the same from her, nothing but a constant torrent of swears, curses, and threats. She was by far his least favorite creature. He watched her rant at him for perhaps a minute before the other occupant of the cell grabbed her arm. It was her twin brother. The two had been brought to this outpost together and Dr. Sullivan thought himself quite clever when, with keeping with the twin theme, he turned both brother and sister into mouse-creatures while keeping the two identical even after the procedure. He wasn’t sure as to what her brother told the mouse-girl, but he thought that it must have had something to do with the fact that the cells were soundproof and Dr. Sullivan would have only been able to hear her if he had turned on the comm. device from his side. After hearing her brother’s words she crossed her arms and glared at Dr. Sullivan with those defiant eye’s of hers. Dr. Sullivan smirked at the young woman’s foolishness and saw from the corner of his eye that the creature had extended her middle finger toward him as he continued down the hallway. * * * After a few more yards the doctor turned to a set of double doors to his left. Swiping his keycard he opened the doors and wheeled his charge inside. The room behind the door was much the same as the hallway, bare white walls that reflected the lights from the ceiling. However, this room had in its center a large cylindrical chamber that lay horizontal in the center of the room. A large pipe ran from its center into the ceiling. “‘Allo, chief. What ‘ave you got for us today, then?” The words came from a man who was seated at a desk only a few feet from the chamber. He had looked up at Dr. Sullivan when he walked in and, seeing the sheep-man’s prone form, guessed at the grim business that brought the doctor to him. “I’ve got a subject that needs disposing of, Samuel.” Dr. Sullivan said with a sigh. “That brutish Kujo was supposed to catch this creature and bring him back alive, but the devil went and bit the things neck half out.” Samuel walked up to the corpse and examined it. He whistled solemnly after seeing the thing’s neck and said, “That Kujo be more beast ‘an man I tells ya. I ain’t never seen a more evil looking sot in my entire days.” He looked the animal-man over again before looking Dr. Sullivan in the eyes and saying, “I reckon he don’ even realize ‘at it’s person he’s eatin’, does he?” Dr. Sullivan’s face turned hard as he replied, “I’d reckon he does.” There was a stillness in the air after those words and the silence went on long enough to make Samuel fidget and suggest, “Err… Howsabout we gets ta the proper disposin’ of this bloke, yeah?” Dr. Sullivan nodded wordlessly and Samuel went back to his desk whereupon he pressed a series of keys on his computer and the end of the large cylinder swung open. The doctor wheeled the cadaver to the chamber and with Samuel’s help the two loaded the body into it. After that was done Samuel went back to his computer, pressed another series of keys and the door to the cylinder shut. After only a few brief minutes the cylinder flashed from the inside as the flame jets ignited. Dr. Sullivan watched through a view port as the flames licked at the carcass, burning the fur and charring the skin from the bone. He heard behind him Samuel going through a prayer for the creature. Dr. Sullivan thought that this was a foolish notion and would have no part of it. These creatures had no souls that should be prayed for, and even if they did then surely he had removed it along with the rest of their humanity in his vivisectorium. Speaking of which he wondered how things were going with the fennec fox-woman. Leaving Samuel to his prayer the doctor wheeled his empty gurney out of the room and set off to oversee his favored monstrosity.

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A friend of mine is selling stickers, magnets, and vinyls of Bernie Sandshrew, an idea that I came up with and he brought to life. He’s also selling some of his “Everything’s Coming up Milhouse” stickers and magnets, as well as a few pieces of art work that he’s drawn.

100% of the proceeds from the Bernie Sandshrew products will be donated to Bernie Sanders’ campaign fund.

Please reblog this so other people can see it too. \(^_^)/

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http://teriyakiweasel.storenvy.com/

A friend of mine is selling stickers, magnets, and vinyls of Bernie Sandshrew, an idea that I came up with and he brought to life. He’s also selling some of his “Everything’s Coming up Milhouse” stickers and magnets, as well as a few pieces of art work that he’s drawn.

100% of the proceeds from the Bernie Sandshrew products will be donated to Bernie Sanders’ campaign fund.

Please reblog this so other people can see it too. \(^_^)/

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Friend: “Bernie Sandshrew. That is all.” And thus, this was born. I kind of really want to make stickers of this.

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http://teriyakiweasel.storenvy.com/

A friend of mine is selling stickers, magnets, and vinyls of Bernie Sandshrew, an idea that I came up with and he brought to life. He’s also selling some of his “Everything’s Coming up Milhouse” stickers and magnets, as well as a few pieces of art work that he’s drawn.

100% of the proceeds from the Bernie Sandshrew products will be donated to Bernie Sanders’ campaign fund.

Please reblog this so other people can see it too. \(^_^)/

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Thorin Oakenshield Grabbing & saving people

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We have finally reached the ideal state of humanity.

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Disney Ladies + Science (& “Science”). Thanks to our followers for ideas.

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