2nd) I wonder if Kara ever helps wash hospital windows as Supergirl like those awesome window washers that dress up as Spiderman and such to make kids happy….

3rd) I love those superhero window washers they make me have faith in humanity


And my favorite new thing, window cleaners at children’s hospitals have started dressing as superheroes when they’re washing windows.

The initiative seems to have originated at Evelina Children’s Hospital at St. Thomas’ Hospital, London, where the window washers reportedly have a clause in their contract that requires them dress up to entertain the kids while working. And it’s caught on, with window cleaners in Memphis and Pittsburgh inspired to slip into costume when working. 

BTS reaction to getting walked in on by their girlfriend’s ex.

Request: Bts reaction to getting walked in on by their girlfriend’s ex while having sex with her? This may not be clear (ex is the one walking in).


Your ex came by to get some of his stuff he had left behind. He opened the door to find you and Namjoon having sex. Namjoon would quickly get off of you and would cover your body fully while glaring at your ex. “What the fuck, man? Get out.” (ignore the crown in the gif ahA)

Originally posted by ksjknj


Your ex had come by to talk to you while you and hobi were having sex. He walked in and Hoseok would grumble underneath of his breath before rolling off of you. He’d give your ex the death glare until he left.

Originally posted by hohbi


Tae would blush like crazy when your ex busted in the door. He’d cover you both with the covers and couldn’t bring himself to look at you or your ex. You’d end up having to tell your ex to leave and calming Taehyung down.

Originally posted by cmtae


He wouldn’t even stop. He’d ignore your ex as he continued to fuck you senseless. Your moans would fill the room as you tried to get him to stop so you could tell your ex to leave. Your ex would eventually leave and Yoongi would act like nothing happened.

Originally posted by bwiseoks


He’d get up off of you and get off the bed to walk over to your ex, completely naked. He’d yell at the other male/female until they left. Once your ex had left, Jimin would smile as he walked back over to you so you two could continue. (ok this gif is perfect bYE)

Originally posted by minblush


He wouldn’t even know what to do. He’d get off of you quickly before making sure your body was covered. After that he’d look at you with big eyes, asking you to help. You’d eventually tell your ex to leave and Jeongguk would blush a dark red.

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


Jin would hold in a little laugh as your ex looked at you both in disgust before slowly walking out. The door would close and Jin would let out his cute window washer laugh as you looked at each other. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. (HIS SMILE AW)

Originally posted by gotbangboys

writingsinseoul  asked:

BTS Reacting to their gfs teaching their baby how to dab


“Wow this is just sad” “Look the baby doesn’t like it stop doing that to my little meatloaf” *Window washer laugh*

Originally posted by the8-carat


“Ahh seriously stop, the poor baby is confused” “Give me him, I’ll put him to bed while you think about what you’ve done”

Originally posted by jeonbase


“Ooh baby got swagger! she really is my baby” *Starts dancing with her, being a sunshine*

Originally posted by jjilljj


“My baby dances better than me” “Probably learned it from Hobi hyung” *laughs while carrying them to their crib*

Originally posted by mojozozoeffie


“I don’t think he likes that” “Look you made my son cry” *laughs as you quiet down your confused baby* “You’re such a bad mom”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


“Wahh she’s doing so well” “She’s going to join Bangtan one day missus” *laughs as the baby gets hyped* “She’ll be the next Jeon Jungkook”

Originally posted by taesverynofun


*tries to be stoic but fails and starts giggling* “He doesn’t even like it ! you’re going to make him cry”

Originally posted by jihope-inthestars


au ideas you never asked for
  • “HEY STOP! YOU’RE STEALING MY NEIGHBOR’S DOG! WHAT THE FU – oh, they hired a dog walker? hahaha haha.. ha… carry on”
  • “i’m in the nurse’s office a lot with migraines and you’re always in here organizing her tongue depressors and i really don’t think you go to this school so what gives”
  • “the building manager neglected to tell me the window washers would be coming by today so excuuuuuuse me for thinking that twenty three floors up was high enough that i could dance around in my office without being seen”
  • “you’ve been awkwardly inching your way towards the human sexuality section of the bookstore i work at for like fifteen minutes are you looking for something in particular or –?”
  • “you and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and i’m really just trying to study over here so i’m gonna put an end to this by winning the game”
  • “it’s 2 in the morning and i was just trying to get home but i left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and i drove into a pole – would you please stop laughing you’re a cop. you’re supposed to be helping
  • “my favorite band dropped a new single today and i’ve had it on repeat for seven hours and i can see you judging me but that isn’t going to make me shut it off"
  • “hey new neighbor it appears that your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and they’re really jealous and i’m sorry but not really because hellloooooo there”
  • “you can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk”

Part two of the other side series!


Levy shifted nervously as she picked at an invisible speck of dust on her dress, glancing at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. ’Oh come on, Levy, it’s not your first time going on a date with him,’ she thought, leaning close to inspect her make up for hopefully the last time.  

Indeed, it was far from her first date with the tall, handsome window washer, but lately she was finding it increasingly difficult to compose herself around him, flubbing sentences whenever he flashed that smile at her. The full conversations they’d have would dissolve into flustered babble and blushes as she’d tried to wave off the shyness, mumbling awkwardly as he laughed. It was his fault, really. Teasing her in the most irritable ways but soothing her with quiet words that made her heart race.  

She hadn’t known what to expect at first when he showed up on her doorstep that day, panting hard from running up all the stairs. Behind her, the little black kitty she had found on the streets just the day before squawked sheepishly (or did it sound more smug?), stretching out on her floor purring.  

“S-sorry to bother ya,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. She beamed at him, shaking her head and motioning for him to step inside. He hesitated, biting his lip before taking a hesitant step across the threshold. His eyes flit around before landing on the cat, and his blush turned into a scowl as he crossed his arms and huffed, glaring at the feline as he flipped onto his back, paws in the air.  

“I found him yesterday,” Levy said, cocking her head to watch him in amusement as he glanced at her, then stomped towards the cat, squatting down to poke the cat in the belly. A black paw flashed out, nearly catching the offending finger as the cat flipped right side up, rubbing against his thigh.  

“Thanks for taking him in,” he said, turning to look at her. She nearly sucked in her breath; his eyes were glistening with tears as he picked the purring cat up, cuddling him close. “The little asshole must’ve snuck out somehow, I’ve been looking for him for weeks now.” He deftly ducked a paw aimed for his face, glaring at the cat before squeezing him close. “Hope he wasn’t too much of an ass to ya. He’s a bit of a wildcat, but a cool one.”  

She giggled, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head. “Nah, he was a sweetheart when I found him. Followed me home and everything. Kinda hard to picture him as a wild cat though, he’s been a near angel.” His eyes bugged out, prompting her to burst out laughing at his shocked expression.  

“Pantherlily is anything but an angel, lady.” He harrumphed, holding the cat out at arm’s length to scrutinize the innocent look the feline was giving him.  

“It’s Levy,” she corrected, smiling shyly as he turned his gaze back to her. “And yes, he was.”  

Maybe it was the way his look of incredulity turned into a brilliant smile, or how his eyes twinkled as he introduced himself, but there was nothing that stopped the heat exploding across her cheeks when he held his hand out to shake hers. Her fingers tingled in his grip, making her heart beat loudly in her ears. Though calloused, his hand was warm and gentle, nothing like she had thought it would feel like. The moment felt like it was lasting forever, that first handshake, and she almost couldn’t stop the embarrassed giggles that threatened to escape her. C'mon girl, get a hold of yourself! She berated herself, mentally shaking her head to snap out of it.  

She almost felt disappointed when they finally did let go, her hand falling limply at her side. “I guess you need to get him home?” She asked, a bit wistfully as she knelt down next to them to rub the cat’s head. He blinked, then sighed, nodding slowly.  

“Ah, I would,” he said slowly, then turned to her with a small grin. Her heart jumped again, and she cursed the traitorous muscle as her blush returned tenfold. “But I don’t got anything to get him home in.” He smiled apologetically, scratching the back of his head as his own cheeks began to glow. “I hate to ask ya this, but uh… can you watch him for one more night? I’ll have his carrier in the morning ready to go,” he was biting his lip anxiously, and it was all she could do to keep herself from flinging her arms around the both of them. She barely knew him, yet here she was, goofily happy just because she was going to see him again. She beamed at him, nodding her head eagerly and nearly crying out her approval.  

He chuckled, his laugh low and as unique as he was. He nodded his head as well, clearing his throat as he let Pantherlily go to run through the living room and scurry under the couch.  

“There’s, ah, somethin else I wanna ask you about,” he said, his voice low and nervous sounding. She gulped gently, almost as nervous as she waited. His blush was spreading from his cheeks to his ears, she noticed vaguely, fueling her own. He cleared his throat again, looking at her straight in the eyes. “Do ya, ah wanna go out? With me? As thanks for finding him, of course,” he asked, nearly mumbling.  

Levy thought her heart would burst out of her chest right then, it was beating so much as he looked away, biting his lip as he waited for her answer. Oh, if only he knew how much she wanted to dance in joy right then. She had been slow to admit it to anybody else, even to herself, but this was something of a dream come true. She never could pluck up enough courage to talk to him while he was swinging in front of her windows, but always had a smile for him whenever he waved at her, taking his time in cleaning the panes of glass.  

But this? Him actually asking her out?  

“Of course!” She chirped, grabbing his hands happily and startling him. His surprised look gave way for probably the warmest smile she had ever seen him give, and she nearly melted under it.  

“Then… how about tomorrow?” He asked, hope lacing his voice. She giggled shyly, humming her agreement. He flashed her another blazing grin, pleased with her answer.  

After the first date, she had lost count of how many times he’d pick her up from her apartment, grinning warmly as he’d held out his arm for her to take. He wasn’t too much of a traditional date, she discovered, but his charm and humor more than made up for that. But she wasn’t picky either, and was just happy to hang out with him.  

Then he started kissing her, knocking the air out her lungs as he would hold her close, or lean over her to press his lips against hers. And the strange thing was, she was kissing him right back! She’d cling to his shirt, moaning as she’d pull him as close as she could (and he’d happily oblige her), kissing him in a near desperate manner.  

It was the night after their last date when she realized something very important about herself; she was in love with him. And not a little bit either. She tossed and turned, her thoughts entirely consumed by her epiphany. She sighed, slightly annoyed that it had to strike this late at night, but couldn’t contain the bubble of happiness threatening to burst every time his smile flashed through her brain.  

The buzz from her phone spooked her, jolting her upright and launching herself at the nightstand where it sat. She panted as she unlocked the screen, recovering slightly as the backlight glowed in the darkness. She nearly shrieked again as the text icon popped up, showing his name.  

Hey, I got something I wanna tell ya, but in person,’ read the text, and she giggled, rolling her eyes as she flopped back onto her pillows. Her phone buzzed again.  

Tomorrow I’m taking you somewhere fancy, so dress up!’

She blinked, surprised. They never did anything too fancy, at least by their standards. What on earth was he up to?  

It appeared that she’d have to wait to discover that, she found. He’d only replied with a “goodnight” and a winky face, leaving her to even more restlessness as her imagination went haywire. ‘Hmph,’ she thought, half grumpily as she hugged her pillow close. 'Two can play at that game!’  

The idea to confess didn’t hit her till the sun was beginning to peek through her curtains, making her too nervous to try sleeping anymore. But she couldn’t help the excitement as the day crawled on, making her antsy for the time when he’d drop by to pick her up. And she did dress nice; she was planning to knock him off his toes with her new look.  

A tap on the door made her heart jump, and her palms were becoming clammy from nervous excitement. He was a bit early, she mused as she reached for the door. She bit her lip gently, forgetting the lipstick as she peeked out, nearly forgetting to breath when she saw him.  

He was holding flowers.  

He was wearing a suit, and a nice one at that.  

He was staring at her as well, but recovered faster than she could right then, clearing his throat as he blushed.  

“Ya ready?” He asked, smiling warmly. She nodded dumbly, taking the flowers as he held them out for her. Roses, they were red roses, her brain dimly told her. Roses meant one thing, and it was taking her an unimaginable amount of time to process that he was giving her roses of all things. She almost wanted to cry, it didn’t seem real.  

“Lev, you ok?” He asked, and she blushed profusely, embarrassed that he’d noticed her shock. She nodded, turning to him and hugging the bouquet softly. 

“Yeah,” she breathed, returning his smile with her own. “I’m perfect.”  

New Zealand Gothic
  • “Yeah, nah,” someone says to you. They mean ‘no’. “Yeah, nah,” someone else says to you. They mean ‘yes’. Up is down. Summer is winter. Birds can’t fly. Meanings have no meaning.
  • A local university encourages you to ‘take your place in the world’. Because you don’t have one. The outside world shows you maps every day. Your place isn’t there. People question if it ever was.
  •  It’s not that hot outside. You can sit outside for hours. The layers of skin that allow you to feel things will burn in the first few minutes. Then you can sit outside for eternity.
  • Everything’s always shaking. You’ve finally stopped caring whether it’s the void opening up beneath or you or your father jiggling his leg.
  • As you drive through the countryside, you pass a cow. You pass a sheep. You pass more cows. More sheep. It’s the same animals from before. They’re following you. They know you’ll follow them eventually.
  • They call it the Land of the Long White Cloud. It’s an outdated translation. There was no word back then for the mysterious, unidentified entity that once hovered over the country. You will when it comes back.
  • There’s always sea spray on your windscreen. You don’t live near the beach. The window washers at the traffic lights don’t live by the beach either. You chalk it up to the Number 8 wire mentality.
  • “She’ll be right.” Who is she?  How is she still alive? What if she’s wrong for once? Where is she? How do you know she’s alright? No-one ever answers you.
  • “Call me loyal,” sings Dave Dobbyn. The public refuses, so he keeps singing. “I’ll say you’re loyal too.” His pleas continue to be ignored. No-one wants to bargain with Dave.   
  • The rate at which Shortland Street kills characters has caught up and overtaken the birth rate of the country. It will soon be your turn. 
  • Someone makes fun of Australia. You laugh. You keep laughing. The whole room is laughing.  You can’t stop laughing. The more you panic that you can’t stop, the more you laugh. Someone mentions the underarm bowling incident. The laughter stops abruptly.
  • Every time you half-heartedly mumble the first verse of the national anthem, a Maui’s dolphin dies. Yes, you. Learn the words. We’re running out of time.
  • You don’t follow politics, but still know that Peter Dunne’s hair is sentient and has been controlling his body for the last 30 years. It’s better than the alternative.
  • Your world is binary.  It makes things harder. Black or white. Marmite or Vegemite. Cadbury’s or Whittaker’s. Union or League. North Island or South Island. Beef or lamb. Vege crisps or a Cookie Time cookie. You long for a third option, but that third option fired John Campbell. You’re stuck.  
  • You’re eating chips. You hear a voice whispering “you know I can’t grab your ghost chips.” You look down, and your chips are gone. You were never eating any.