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reaction compilation #77

Some very passionate reactions to page 38! Chara finally catches up with Frisk.

Never bring a snowball to a knife fight.

Was there ever any doubt?

I’m an adult!

No matter how dire the circumstances, true comedians never miss a pun.

* Can’t move your body.

Ah, that comment about the cover makes a lot more sense now!

I knew you were trouble when you walked in!

From personal experience, I can attest that adrenaline plus running at a full sprint will prevent you from feeling the cold.

(This is brilliant.)

Even though a bunch of Chara’s misdeeds are listed here, it’s interesting that the one thing not mentioned is the time they stabbed Frisk (twice).

Castiel looked into Dean’s eyes, searching for any hint of the answer he wanted.

“No. You can’t just… No,” Dean said, the pain in his voice made Castiel flinch, but he didn’t stop.

“Dean,” he put his hand over Dean’s. “I have to.”

“No!” Dean shouted, becoming desperate. “It will kill you.”

With a smile, Castiel looked at the man in front of him, “I’ll be okay. Trust me.”

“I can’t lose you! Not to those disturbed creatures.”

Castiel sighed, “Dean…”

“No!” terror made his voice louder than normal. “Please… Don’t do this. Those things will destroy you.”

“I need to know. I need to help in any way I can.”

“Damn it, Cas! You go there and you won’t come back, not the same, at least,” Dean said with all the strength he could muster.

“Dean,” Castiel said, “you can’t stop me.”

“Don’t do it, Cas! Please!” Dean called after the angel as he began to walk away.

“It’s just a website, Dean. How bad could this Tumblr be?”

A ballet dancer for a nurse

A.N: This is my first fanfic in english. Is a Spiderman x Reader. If you want more of this or you want to ask an imagine or an one shot, don’t be afraid.

Walking for the street of New York during the night isn’t the most security thing to do, even with super heroes that are looking over it.

So much people, to few heroes.

But if I want to become a professional dancer, I need to practice till late night.

I cling to me my bag. I’m only a block away, I can do that.

Isn’t like a mutant alien will fall from the sky to kidnap me.

BOOM!

I scream when something fall in front of me on the sidewalk.

Something big and red end…

-Oh. My. God. –I whisper.

The person that fallen from nowhere is no other that Spiderman. End he isn’t moving.

Hesitating, I touch his harm whit the end of my foot. Nope, no movement. And if he’s dead? No, impossible, he’s Spiderman. He can’t be dead. Or he can?

I try again to touch is harm, this time a little stronger. I sigh when he snorts.

And now?

Nobody ever tell me what to do when a hero fall from the sky and he’s possibly deathbed.

-Just call the police- I tell to myself while taking my phone, but for some reason, I can’t make the number.

When I will have another possibly like this?!

I kneel beside him and research for the end of his mask but when I find it, I stop myself.

Is really right what I’m doing? Isn’t like violating someone privacy?

Sighing, I grab Spiderman from his arm and try to pull him up.

-For a hero, you weight a lot more than people think.

I walk for the half-deserted street, away from the lampposts.

Finally, we arrive at home. I open the door and I sway inside.

-Honey, is that you?

-Yes dad! -I exclaim while dropping Spiderman behind the couch.

-What was that sound? –dad asks while going down the stairs

-Only my bag- I lie- now go to bed before we wake up mom.

-Okay, night honey.

-Night dad.

When I hear the sound of his bedroom close, I turn to the unconscious hero.

-Let’s do it!

20 minutes later

After bringing him to the couch and I take of his suit

“Thanks God that he wears boxer” I thought while starting to treat his injury.

And now is almost like new.

A hiss makes me wake up from my thoughts.

-Whe…where I am? –Spiderman ask while looking around.

When he notices me, he touches frenetically his face and he relaxes when he feel his mask.

-What happened?

-I should be the one asking this question- I say- you’re the one that fall from the sky.

I finish to stich a deep cut on his leg and I admire my work.

-Why you didn’t take off my mask? –he asks surprise.

-I was thinking about it at first but after I was against it: it’s like invasion of the privacy.

-Thanks- he sincerely say- and how can you do this?

I move next to his chest and start to stich another cut.

-I have photography memory and I watch a lot of show tv.

-Ahi!

-Shhh, my parents can’t see you here!

-I can’t, it’s hurt- he complaints.

I look at him in incredulously.

-You, a hero that can create cobwebs, throw punch like no other, say that this hurt?

-…yes- he says sheepish- can you distract me?

-How?

-Why were you out this late at night?

-I had practice. I’m a ballet dancer.

-Really?!

-Yes- I chuckle at his surprise- I start when I was really young, admiring the older girls like they were goddesses.

-I never think you would be that type of girls.

I look at him strangely.

-Not that you aren’t elegant, but you seem like the hip hop dancer. Not that you can be both, you’re really strong…and delicate!

-Shut up- I said giggling.

Who would have said that Spiderman could be nervous?

-I finish- I say- but you might have a really bad head trauma and three broken ribs. You should go see a real doctor.

-Thanks you, for everything.

I give him his suit and I start to walk towards the stairs.

-It was an honor to meet you Spiderman, but tomorrow I have school and I’m really really tired- I say waving at him, eyes almost close- thanks for what you do for everyone and there food in the fridge if you want.

When I get to my bed, I immediately fall asleep.

The next morning, when I wake up and went downstairs, I find mom with a note.

-This is for you- she said.

I take it, curious.

-I will take you home the next time you have practice. Nobody want my nurse to be in danger, or not?

I smile spreads across my face.

-Who is he? –mom asks.

-Just a friend.

anonymous asked:

It might be a bit ooc, but I wish you would write a fic where Talia and Bruce try to one up the other to be the better parent , while Jason and Damian bond by trying to escape from the overbearing love.

By whose standards are they judging ‘better parent’ here.

Because wow.