Happy comicbooks Wednesday! I share with you a little proyect I have with my pal @danieruhuli, the anthropomorphization of our favorites comics publishing houses (and seals)! Hope you like it, and please make me know if you want us to design another one of your liking!
He has to wait until Dean and Sam are sleeping, and he spends that first night just figuring out how Dean’s old boom box works.
And of course, all the music he has to choose from in the bunker already belongs to Dean, which he didn’t think about beforehand, so he has to spend another several nights making a list of all the music Dean already owns, then researching to find music to add to Dean’s collection.
And then it takes another few nights to settle on exactly the right songs, every single one chosen for a reason, a reason he hopes Dean will understand.
Buying the music and actually recording each song onto a blank tape is the easiest part of his endeavor, though it’s just as time consuming as the rest. It’s another week of stolen nights, hiding in a corner of the bunker he hopes they never use, pushing buttons over and over until he has a tape full of songs he hopes Dean will love.
“Here” he finally says, thrusting the tape at Dean the first second they’re alone.
He’s a little nervous, but he can’t stop the proud smile on his face. Surely Dean will love this as much as Cas loves the tape Dean made for him.
“What is this?” Dean’s staring down at the tape like he’s confused, even though it’s clearly labeled, and Cas’ nerves kick into high gear. Did he do something wrong?
“It’s-it’s a mixtape. Like the one you made me. I picked all the songs myself.”
Dean looks up to meet Cas’ eyes. “Did you use my tapes?”
Cas shakes his head. “No, I bought new music you didn’t already own.”
It takes a moment, and Cas isn’t sure what Dean’s facial expression means, but then he’s being pulled into Dean’s arms. He lands against Dean’s chest with a thud, has to pull his own arms out of Dean’s tight hold to hug him back.
“Thanks, Cas,” Dean murmurs, so close to Cas’ ear that his breath tickles.
“You’re welcome, Dean.”
Dean leads Cas to his bedroom, where they can listen to the songs Cas has chosen.
Where they can listen and laugh and be alone together.
you ever just wanna climb out ur bedroom window in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a “i love harry” tshirt with a boom box in both of ur hands ready to blast meet me in the hallway so loudly every single person in ur neighborhood has the chorus playing out of their asses by the morning
You know how there is that tumblr code about “i like your shoelaces”, “i stole them from the president” thing to know that the other person is a tumblr person or not… well… me and my excellent friend @gerardstolemycookie have devised a new code for our very own, MCR fandom…
If you hear somebody blasting Destroya from outside your window with a boombox… you start screaming the lyrics and run outside to join them.
Thats the code
Now go forth my fellow killjoys
Blast Destroya with a boom box outside of some strangers house
If they start screaming, they could be going to get a gun… or you have just made a new friend.