at least get a bucket

Heat

by: mldrgrl
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Set somewhere around the end of season 6.  They have to beat the heat somehow.

The air conditioner in Scully’s motel room rattles too loudly for her to sleep, but it’s too hot to turn it off.  The ancient, noisy box doesn’t provide much cold air, but it’s enough to beat back the humidity.  Restless, she gets out of bed and slips on a pair of sandals.  She distinctly remembered seeing a vending machine by the manager’s office, maybe she could get a cold water, or at the very least, a bucket of ice.  She doesn’t bother putting on another layer of clothes over her shorts and tank top.  It’s after midnight, there were only four cars in the parking lot at this motel and one of them was the rental she and Mulder picked up at the airport that morning.  Who would be out this late in the middle of nowhere?

Mulder.  Of course, Mulder is out this late in the middle of nowhere.  As soon as Scully steps outside, she sees him, sprawled in one of the tiny plastic chairs that dot the front of the rooms beneath the windows.  He’s got his running shorts on and he’s wiping his face with the front of his t-shirt.  When he sees her, he bends his wrist up and flutters his fingers once in a wave.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks as she shuffles by.

Scully raises the ice bucket in reply and wipes a sheen of sweat off her upper lip that’s already formed in the few moments she’s been outside.  He nods and she keeps shuffling towards the office.   The vending machine won’t accept her dollar.  Even though it’s lit, it doesn’t seem to be on.  She sighs and fills her bucket with little rectangular pellets of ice and shuffles back towards her room.

“I was thinking,” Mulder says, as she passes him, “what if the witnesses stories aren’t rehearsed, but it’s part of a post-hypnotic suggestion?”

She pauses and sighs.  “We can talk about it tomorrow,” she says.

“Technically, it is tomorrow.”

“Mr. Rappaport won’t be any less dead in the morning.”

Behind them, a bug zapper hanging next to management’s door sizzles and snaps about every ten seconds.  It suddenly occurs to her that the glowing blue light is irresistible to the bugs in the same way that lights in the sky are irresistible to Mulder.  Can’t stop, won’t stop, even if he - if they - get burned.  

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Disappearing Act

I ain’t afraid of no ghosts!
Or at least not the “boo"ing ones,
Getting a kick after
Kicking the bucket out of
Frightening jumpy mortals.
Those are transparent.
What’s the worst they could do?
Give you a heart-stopping shock
To join their phantom ranks?

But beware the ones who
Appear like a dream come true,
Appealing to your heart,
Then taking it with them
In their disappearing act.
Those are the ghosts
That keep you up night
After night, the only kind
To haunt for life.

Working for the Dauntless leader Eric Coulter // Chapter 5

Chapter 1: https://dauntl-ess.tumblr.com/post/164463618896/working-for-the-dauntless-leader-eric-coulter
Chapter 2: https://dauntl-ess.tumblr.com/post/164503785186/working-for-the-dauntless-leader-eric-coulter
Chapter 3: https://dauntl-ess.tumblr.com/post/164574645255/working-for-the-dauntless-leader-eric-coulter
Chapter 4 https://dauntl-ess.tumblr.com/post/164609461250/working-for-the-dauntless-leader-eric-coulter

Tags: @jaihardy @tigpooh67 @captstefanbrandt @jaxteller9994 @pathybo @umlvk @beltz2016 @capitanostella (Let me know if you want to be tagged as well)

A/N: Sorry for all grammar mistakes in advance, I’ve written this chapter on my phone because my laptop broke. But I’ll still post more chapters when I have any ideas. Hope you like it :)


Things I need to do today: 

- Finish all the paperwork 

- Pick up the delivery from Erudite and bring it to his apartment 

- Clean his apartment 

 The list isn’t long as usual but I have to clean his place again which will take so much time. Anyway I’ll start now to finish early to help my friend. Doing the paperwork goes quicker than I thought. Just sorting out old papers and bring them to the trash. 

Next I take the train to Erudite. I look at my watch, it’s 11:45AM. The train should be here by any minute. Lights of the train brighten the dark tunnel. I run faster and grab the grasp to pull myself in the train. I sit close to the edge and dangle my legs. Leaving the Dauntless HQ I’m getting closer to Erudite. The buildings are so high they almost touch the clouds. I walk in the main building and find a woman who gives me a small packet.


On the way back the train becomes louder and full. Transfers and Dauntless born jump in. Most of them make it, but some don’t. I jump out of the train and see Eric, waiting on the roof. Right, the Choosing Ceremony was today and he needs to train those initiates. “I didn’t know your Choosing Ceremony was today.” he smirks “Have you done everything for today Y/N?” “Yes, just went to Erudite to get this” I show him the packet “but I still need to do the cleaning part.” “You know what, just bring the packet to my place and leave it on my bed. Meet me there at 8PM. Don’t be late Y/N.” Eric pulls me to him to give me a little kiss and then lets me jump off the roof.

I press the little packet close to my body and close my eyes. The feeling of falling relaxes me every time. I land on the net and bounce a little bit. When I get off the net I hear him yelling. “Alright, listen up. I’m Eric, one of your leaders.” based on his voice I can tell that he’s kinda annoyed today. 

To get into Eric’s place I just need to type in a code. 51893, his name in numbers. His bed is still messy, there are clothes on the floor and it smells like his aftershave or whatever he used. The bathroom floor is covered in towels and some spots are wet. I don’t remember leaving this apartment like this today. I place the packet on the left nightstand and start cleaning even though he told me to meet him here later.

First I fold and put his clothes on a chair, then I move to the bathroom and pick up all towels and throw them in the laundry bin. To get fresh air in this apartment I open all windows wide. It gets a bit cold in here but at least I get fresh air. Next I take a bucket with water and start scrubbing the floor again. After I’ve finished the bathroom I go on to his bed and living room. I stand up to get clean water but forget that it’s still wet everywhere. One wrong step and I fall on the hard floor.


I slowly open my eyes. All I see is a dark ceiling with some lightbulbs. There are several faces looking at me but I can’t really tell which face belongs to which person. I hear voices, a deep one, but also a soft voice. Can’t really tell what they say. My head is pounding. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

I wake up again. My head turns to the left and right. There’s Eric sitting in a chair next to me. He seems to be asleep, or maybe just tired. I take one of his hands and squeeze it. “Oh, sleeping beauty woke up” he squeezes my hand back and strokes the back of my hand with his thumb.

“Where am I? What happened? Please tell me!” I shout and try to climb out of this bed but Eric doesn’t let me. “Hey Y/N, stay here, you’re in the infirmary. I found you on the floor, in my bathroom but I couldn’t wake you up. So I brought you here.” Right, I slipped on the wet floor and the next thing I saw was nothing. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Well, someone had to keep an eye of you.” he smirks and comes closer. “Shouldn’t you train the initiates and keep an eye on them as a leader?” “I should but I have my priorities.” he glances at me and almost smiles. “God, I’m starving. Do you think the cafeteria is still open?”

“I think it’s closed by now, it’s almost 10PM. But I’ll see what I can get you. Stay in bed until I come back okay, Y/N. Alright?” I just nod at him and smile. He places a kiss on my forehead and disappears behind the curtains.

to be continued…

CHAPTER 6 https://dauntl-ess.tumblr.com/post/164945160690/working-for-the-dauntless-leader-eric-coulter

CHAPTER 7 https://dauntl-ess.tumblr.com/post/165439424290/working-for-the-dauntless-leader-eric-coulter

The Official Yuri!!! on Ice Drinking Game!!!

So I decided to fill that void by creating the *first Official YOI Drinking Game  because I was bored and needed something to occupy my time till we get season 2 info! **Guaranteed to get you as shitfaced as Yuuri at the banquet before the first episode is even over!!!

Required Materials:

  1. Season 1 of Yuri!!! on Ice
  2. A safe place to get drunk (pls drink responsibly)
  3. Cups
  4. Shot glasses
  5. Your alcoholic beverage(s) of choice. Best results when your shots are stronger than the drink in your cup but the same drink can be used for both.
  6. At least one other friend to get wasted with you. The more the merrier!
  7. Buckets/Bins just in case things get messy.

*I think this is the first I haven’t seen any yet.

**Warning: This drinking game is not for the faint of heart, stomach or liver. You have been warned. 

The Game:

Originally posted by vvictor

Sip when: 

  • ‘Born to make history’ is sung in the theme song. Take a shot if you find yourself singing along at any point. 
  • Victor does something flirty. Take a shot if it’s with Yuuri. 
  • Every time Yuuri is anxious, self conscious or lacks self confidence (basically whenever he’s vulnerable/depressed). 
  • Yurio talks shit/ is angry. 
  • Yakov flips shit/ is angry. 
  • Lilia acts like a bitch. 
  • Stammi Vicino plays. Take a shot if you find yourself singing along at any point. 
  • Katsudon/Pork cutlet bowls are mentioned/ shown (yes this does include when Yurio calls Yuuri pork cutlet bowl). 
  • Someone calls Yuuri pig/piggy.
  • Maccachin does something cute. 
  • Whenever Victor is naked. Take a shot if his bare ass is shown. 
  • Someone says ‘huh’. Take a shot if it’s Yurio. 
  • Someone says 'vkusno’, 'davai’, or 'gamba’. 

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So @turquoiseterrier reminded me about the spoiler where ‘Lawrence is forced to make a confession to his girls’ which we assume is him telling them about Robert and him. And well…this happened. 

LAWRENCE: Sit down girls, let me tell you a tale of epic love starring me and wait for it…Robert Sugden.

ATTIC BOY: Oh come on!

REBECCA: It’s okay Dad, I understand. I’ve been super gullible about him too.

CHRISSIE: Somebody get me the sick bucket.

AARON: At least no one died!

SEBASTIAN: My daddy makes mistakes but it’s okay cause he warned me he would.

ROBERT: *Kill me now Face*

ATTIC BOY: Oh don’t worry I will!

GERRY: Kinky

LIV: Hey disembodied voice from the attic, you want some help?

VIC: Baby!

DIANE: As long as I can keep hating the lot of them…

CHAS: That’s it! You’re all barred!

PEARL: Ooh this is the kind of juicy gossip I live for!

FAITH: Lawrence eh? Too bad you missed out on this.

ERIC: ummm.. what have I missed here?

i don’t believe in yoga

read it here or on ao3

summary:  Even Bech Næsheim runs and teaches at Under Vann yoga studio, and Isak Valtersen lost a bet to which the punishment was to go to a yoga class in hot pink yoga pants. Needless to say, this will be an interesting class. Featuring a flustered Isak, and a slightly bitter Even.

notes: this was so much fun to write! thank you so much to the literal angel @lifestooshortnottobewhoyouare

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If you would have told fifteen year-old Even Bech Næsheim that in seven years he would be working in a pretentious yoga studio that sold tinctures, nutritional supplements, and teas, he would have had a good laugh. Now, if you told him that he would be the head yoga instructor in that studio and would be constantly sipping all organic, loose leaf, non-GMO green tea…

He would have punched you. In the face. With only a slight bit of guilt.

Truth was, during high school, his bipolar disorder had taken control of his life. He had started to get episodes very frequently because of alcohol and drug intake, and lack of sleep. It was his way of coping with his increased loneliness and pessimism because he had few acquaintances and close to no friends.

In his third year, he had discussed his coping methods with his therapist. She had said that he needed to find a “natural high,” an alternative to drugs, which had sounded like a load of bullshit to Even at the time. To his dismay, his therapist had insisted that he needed to find a replacement for the weed and beer so he could keep chemical balance in his brain.

“Try something active, something that releases adrenaline and endorphins. It will be just as good as marijuana,” his therapist, Kayla, had told him while reviewing her papers.

Even had rolled his eyes so hard it hurt. This is so incredibly stupid, he had thought to himself.

Kayla had handed him a pamphlet with a group of smiling teenagers giving the camera the thumbs up. On the top it had said: Find YOUR Natural High!

Even had started to feel a bit queasy.

“This pamphlet has tons of activities to do to reach a natural high. Try a couple that catch your attention. In next week’s session, we’ll discuss what worked and what didn’t,” Kayla had said with a smile.

He had tried running, which was instantly turned down, painting, playing the piano, origami, and even knitting. (The last hobby would never be admitted to anyone or he would never hear the end of it.) As a last advance on tackling this “natural high,” he tried yoga.

What the hell do I have to lose?

He had looked up a tutorial on youtube, given it a try and… felt completely calm. It had been the most at peace he’d felt with himself in years, and it had turned out to be a great little hobby. He had practiced it first thing in the morning and when he couldn’t sleep. It was one of his favorite things to do. While he definitely didn’t think it was a high, it was calming and made him gain a bit of muscle while he was at it, so that was a plus.

He had no idea that his hobby would end up being his career.

~

Even was currently standing at the front desk of the studio talking to his secretary Eskild, whose bright disposition

and overbearing personality was pissing Even off a little bit, to be honest.

“Even, I swear, all you ever do is teach your classes at the studio and sleep. No wonder you’re always so agitated all the time! You never have any fun!” Eskild stated whilst looking at Even critically.

Even scoffed and said, “Yoga is fun.”

“Not as fun as this party will be! Seriously, babe, how great can sun salutation be?” Eskild said with an unamused look.

Even looked around the turquoise room, making sure they weren’t bickering in front of customers. “Maybe if you took interest in what I like to do for a change, you would know that it’s pretty fucking spectacular. Eskild, you’re not my mother, just let me live my life the way I want. No parties.”

Eskild rolled his eyes and picked up the phone that had begun to ring. Even turned away from him and took a deep breath. He knew he should be getting ready for his next class. He quickly checked his phone to see what class it was.

12:15 - Beginner’s Yoga

Fantastic. Even thought bitterly to himself. Just what I need. A group of people with no clue of how to do yoga and I will have to spend 10 minutes per pose so everyone can at least get something similar to the correct formation.

Even grabbed the bucket of yoga mats and placed them next to the door of the yoga room for students to grab as they walked in. He took his place at the front and began to warm up before the class started.

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“You lost the bet, Isak! I already signed you up, you are going to that fucking yoga class! In these lovely yoga pants, might I add.”

Isak stared at Jonas, trying to portray a look of complete confusion, and exclaimed, “What bet? Who are you? Who am I? I’m afraid I’ve lost my memory, I think I should lie down.”

Jonas shoved something into Isak’s chest as he left the room, calling out, “Amnesia won’t work this time. The class starts in 15 minutes at Under Vann Yoga. I’d hurry.”

Isak hadn’t thought it could get worse, but apparently, he had forgotten that his best friend was the actual devil. He looked down to see the aforementioned yoga pants, which shone in a delightful hot pink.  

Isak groaned and went to his room to change. He slid on the offending yoga pants with minimal difficulty and looked at himself in the mirror.

Not half bad, he thought to himself, and if he happened to check out his butt before he left, nobody needed to know.

He walked into the kitchen where his flat mates Mahdi, Magnus, and Jonas were waiting.

“Happy?” Isak asked with a hand on his hip.

The boys doubled over laughing and Mahdi replied, “Very.”

While wheezing, Magnus said, “Jonas, I bet you 50 kroner that by the time Isak gets back, he’s been asked out.”

“You’re on!”

Isak sighed and looked at his watch.

12:00.

Well, if Isak was being forced to go to a yoga class, he might as well make the most of it.

~

When Isak got to the studio, he started to dread ever making that stupid bet about who could down an entire bottle of mustard first. He admittedly should have had a bit more common sense than to agree to participate, but in his defense, it had been between his honor and his burning throat.

The studio had a soft turquoise interior with vibrant couches that had far too many throw pillows on them. They sold books with inspiring titles such as Manifestation and You! and Discover your Aura: Psychic Development. Isak immediately noticed the smell of incense and… cinnamon?  

He reached the desk where a peppy secretary signed him in. “Have you ever done yoga before?” Eskild, according to the name tag, inquired.

“Uh, nope. This is the first time,” Isak said with a distant tone to his voice, still quite anxious for the class. He was not in the mood for small talk.

“So, you’re basically losing your yoga virginity here,” Eskild remarked with a wink. Isak chuckled nervously and said, “I mean, I guess.” He started to make his way to where he presumed he was supposed to go. He grabbed a yoga mat, walked in the room and plopped down on the floor like everyone else was. He scanned the room and –

I’m screwed. I’m so massively screwed. He’s hot. Why is the yoga instructor hot?

The yoga instructor was standing at the front of the room, looking around with a small smile on his lips. He was greeting some people as they walked past to take a seat, and seemed to be fairly calm. His ash blond hair and stunning cerulean eyes made Isak’s heart beat faster. It didn’t help that he proudly displayed his sweatpants and a super loose (almost sheer) shirt.

I am so fucked.

“Hey everyone!” The instructor started, “I’m Even, and I’ll be teaching you today. First off, I…” Even continued to give his speech, and Isak was in a complete trance. His voice is so soothing. Isak shook his head a little and slapped his forehead, without realizing that he just hit himself in front of everyone. He heard a snort and a couple of giggles. Great start, Isak.

Even seemed to be holding back a laugh. “Is everything ok?” He asked. Isak felt his ears burn and gave him a weak smile. “Yep. Just peachy.”

The class refocused their attention on Even and he continued his speech. “Well, without further ado, let’s get started!” Even began to lead the class through a series of poses that he executed perfectly, whilst Isak looked something akin to a failing giraffe.

Halfway through, when Isak was close to falling on his face from exhaustion, Even decided it would be a perfect time to fix everyone’s forms in downward dog. He walked around, pushing someone’s back down or adjusting their feet every once in a while. When he reached Isak he said, “Hey, um… What’s your name?” Isak lifted his head up a bit to look at Even. “Isak,” he grunted.

“Well, Isak, your problem is your hips and feet. First of all, touch your heels to the ground.” Isak obliged and his breath hitched when he felt hands on his hips.

“Your hips are out of placement,” Even explained, and guided his hips back. It was fair to say that at this point, Isak was regretting his life choices by letting his friends force him to wear the yoga pants that he knew Even had to have noticed by now.

“That better?” Even asked. Isak felt himself blushing and muttered, “Uh, yep.”

The class continued without incident (and with Isak happily checking Even out) until “tree pose” came along and Isak nearly toppled into the elderly lady next to him. He saw Even laughing at the front of the room (while in a perfect tree pose, Isak might add) and that made Isak feel a little better.

~

Even was actually enjoying teaching this class, and not just because he had gotten chocolate before class started and he’d been stealing chunks of it throughout class. The moment Even had seen the boy with those blond curls, he had known he was going to be checking him out for the rest of class. The yoga pants he was wearing were just a plus. Not to mention he looked like a literal angel with his rosy cheeks and dramatic lips.

Towards the end of class came the “class meditation”. Everyone had to lay down while Even awkwardly rubbed their temples with ylang ylang oil. This was the primary reason why he hated beginners classes so much.

Once Even had warned the class of what he was going to do, he told everyone to close their eyes and focus on their breathing. He started making his rounds and once he got to Isak, his heartbeat picked up. Even started to rub his temples and while he was at it, he got a better look at his face.

Isak had extremely long eyelashes with freckles scattered around his cheeks. He had fantastic cheekbones and a jawline that could cut. Even decided right there that he was going to ask him out after class.

~

At the end of class, everyone picked up their stuff and headed for the door, but as Isak was leaving, he felt a hand on his waist.  

He turned back and saw Even, with a completely serious look on his face.

“Hey Isak, I just wanted to ask you before you left… Did you get those yoga pants on sale? Because at my house, they’re 100% off.”

Isak’s jaw dropped.

Even looked at him with a radiant grin and said, “If you’re not up for my house, how about dinner?”

Isak felt the corners of his mouth turn up. “With pick up lines like that, how could I possibly resist?”

Even smiled even more and they exchanged numbers.

~

When Isak arrived at the flat, he called out, “Jonas! You owe Magnus 50 kroner!”

Marianne and Dawn are sisters where there’s no competition on who’s the “better sister,” in-universe or no. One’s a rough-around-the-edges outcast, the other a boy-crazy debutante. Both of them confuse and frustrate their father to no end, but he still loves them dearly. Marianne looks after her sister in the place of their (most likely) absent mother, and Dawn looks up to Mari as both an overbearing chaperone and her hero. They tease each other and aren’t always at the same wavelength, but they always try to help in ways they best know how: Marianne through her sword and fists, and Dawn through sincere comfort and optimism. 

In the film, they respectively find someone who truly loves them for who they are. Even though both cases are nothing that either princess could have imagined, their love is wholly and freely reciprocated. And as the viewer, you can choose which of the fairies you most relate to/admire more, but the film doesn’t set up any direct competition. The sisters’ relationship isn’t always a smooth one, but neither is it rooted in jealousy or contempt. Through all their differences, they love each other, and the audience is encouraged to love them for that. 

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Jeremy Renner shares what he does before shooting a scene as Hawkeye at Chicago Wizard World Comic Con on August 23rd, 2015. (x

The Ice Bucket Challenge

Okay so this was originally a request but honestly I can’t find it soooo… Enjoy some Castiel fun :3

- Gabriel

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Author: Gabriel

Character: Castiel

Warnings: None come to mind c:

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The water hit your head and you took a huge breath inwards, calming yourself down due to the freezing sensation running through your body before looking back at the camera that Sam was holding, trying to keep in his laughter, Dean looking smug as ever, him being the one to have thrown the ice water over you.

“Fuckkkk,” you looked up at the camera calming yourself down before speaking up again, “I nominate Cas, um Charlie as well and I guess that’s it.” You waved and smiled as Sam turned the camera off, all three of you making your way back  inside where a nice hot towel was waiting for you, Cas holding it out to you.

“Y/N,” Cas looked at you as you took the towel, smiling at him you nodded telling him silently to continue talking which he did, “I do not understand, why do you pour the ice water over your head when the outcome has such an unpleasant feeling to it?” The angel looked confused at you making you smile fondly at him.

“Well its for charity Cas, to make people known of this disease and now I’ve nominated you so you gotta do it.” You smiled at him, the angel managing to look confused but gradually nod at you.

“Y/N, will you help me with this… Challenge then?” You laughed a little at his unsure words before nodding.

“Of course I will Cas, but right now I think I need a nice warm shower before I freeze to death yeah?” Castiel nodded with a small smile etched onto his face, you walked away, the shower you had promised yourself awaiting for you.

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After  the shower you made sure to put on some of your pyjamas even though the day was still young you knew that there was nothing more you were going to do today, making your way out of your room you found the boys watching the video that was uploaded to facebook now, managing to laugh as the water was poured onto your head by Dean who was smirking as per usual.

“You’re a dickhead Dean.” The man mirrored the smirk that was shown on the screen just moments ago mumbling something as you walked away and over to Cas sitting beside him with a smile on your face.

“Cassssyyy I think we should get your ice bucket challenge done, then at least we won’t forget about it!” You chipped at him happily, the angel nodding and standing up.

“And I do it just like yours correct?” You nodded, smiling at Cas leading him outside.

Dean stood behind the camera again, shouting “ACTION” as he pressed the record button, while Cas stood centre stage, looking confused as ever.

“Hello, my name is Castiel and I am going to pour this bucket of ice over my head” He spoke with a monotonous voice, proceeding to get the bucket and pour it over himself, looking completely unfazed by everything he then turned to you who couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation.

“Y/N am I done?” You’re laughter grew, Dean and Sammy quick to join in as they clicked the button to stop recording the video, you placed a hand on the angels back, nodding.

“Yep Cassie, you’re done doll.” You smiled to yourself and went inside, uploading the video to your facebook.

ASTRO’s Cha Eun Woo Wants To Get At Least 30 Certifications On His Bucket List

[Soompi Article]

On October 16, ASTRO’s Cha Eun Woo held a Naver V live app broadcast just before he went to sleep.

Lying down on the bed, he began, “I want everyone to lie down like me. And then hold your phone up like me. If you get tired, don’t drop your phone on your face and lie down on your side. Secondly, make sure you cover up your stomach with the blanket because the weather has turned chilly lately.”

He updated his fans on his latest activities, saying, “We promoted a lot overseas and did a lot of individual activities and worked hard on our next album. I’m trying to study languages since we’re doing overseas promotions lately.”

Cha Eun Woo also shared part of his bucket list. “One of the things I want to to do is get at least 30 certifications,” he said. “Certifications for things like the license to own a pet, the license to look after plants, a psychological test certification, and a skin scuba certification.”

What an interesting bucket list!

"Sing Me To Sleep" One Shot

Author: Lily

Summary: Sam and Dean come back from a hunt and find the reader passed out from drinking and listening to the smiths.

Warnings: Reference to past self harm, alcohol, self loathing, depression, some bad language

Word Count: 1,417

A/N: The song is “Asleep” by The Smiths… this is also my first attempt at writing oneshots or… anything really, so sorry if it’s awful…

Fic:

Sing me to sleep… sing me to sleep… I’m tired, and I… I want to go to bed…

You stare hazily into the empty glass, singing along quietly and contemplating your next move.  More whiskey?

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