inane ramblings of a wallflower

februaryairr:

We Are Young - Fun

kurtslovechild:

panbutnotpeter:

Chris Colfer saying naughty words. Hell. Bitch. Damn. Fuck. Shit.

jknbskjbfsnjbksfnsfbs

nerd-do-well:

moreteavicarr:

moreteavicarr:

thesinnerandthecynical:

those47sasquatches:

affinityforelfculture:cudambercam13:

Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas

With violins.

stop scrolling.

re-read that.

with violins.

Automatic reblog.

It pisses me off when people say “with violins” when it should be “with strings” since there’s obviously a viola and a cello in there. 

If only I could find an arrangement of this…

Can I just have this playing everywhere I go?? Kthx.

dearkripke:

Everyone here is on fire
Get up and join in the fun
Dance with a stranger,
romance and danger
Magic could happen for real,
in Rio All by itself!

- Real in Rio

Dean is brushing his teeth when he comes back into the room only to find Cas is perched on the second bed (Sam’s) staring at the television with a concerned looking expression. The screen begins to change, and a colorful scene emerges and Dean assumes it must be some kind of children’s movie from the way the animation. He thinks about changing it but as he watches Cas’s face he sees his brow start relax itself in time with the sounds on TV.

Cas’s head begins to subconsciously tilt as bird calls start to whistle from the speakers and Cas’s eyes widen as he watches the little yellow bird on screen take off and dart through the animated forestry of what appears to be the jungles of Brazil.

It occurs to Dean, at that moment, that Cas has never really sat down and watched a movie - let alone an animated one about anthropomorphic birds - and so he doesn’t say anything, just quietly watches from the bathroom door, trying not too smile to much and get toothpaste on his shirt.

Before long the music really starts to pick up and Cas’s face gets more and more star struck as birds begin to emerge, their calls coming into perfect time with the samba music. When they start to actually sing Cas has sat up straight, his hands stiffly placed on his knees.

He watches the colors and the dancing birds, completely enthralled, eyes darting everywhere as he watches them dart and swirl in true musical fashion. A small baby parrot appears on screen and Cas sits forward, watching as it shakes its tail feathers, unbearably cute and it’s expression  is nearly mimicking Cas’s as he begins tilting his head again, trying to understand, no doubt, the shenanigans unfolding on screen.

The music begins to crescendo just as Sam opens the door to the motel. He looks at the TV, at Cas, and then at Dean. The music has faded and the real plot has apparently started - the baby bird was unable to fly and fell from the tree it was in and Cas is now leaning forward, staring at the screen so intently Dean is concerned he might lurch forward and bump his head on the screen.

Sam puts the take out he’s bought on the table against the far wall and walks to the entertainment system, confused. He reaches out to change the channel and Cas darts out a hand, clamping it around Sam’s wrist.

A strange low sound comes out of the back of Cas’s throat and Dean has to duck into the bathroom to spit into the sink as he shakes with laughter because an angel just growled at his brother over a children’s movie.

Sam apologizes, Cas releases him, and for the next hour and half sits absolutely engrossed in what’s unfolding on screen, at the birds and the music and general cartoon wonder. Sam and Dean eat silently, watching too, and Dean and his brother admit the movie really isn’t half bad.

Cas’s reaction is what they are really interested in, and when the movie gets to the end its a genuinely happy one and the song from the beginning has a reprise, only this time Cas seems more prepared for it, perking up when the familiar beats begin to drop. His shoulders jerk awkwardly and his foot is twisting into the cheap carpeting and Dean coughs a bit as he stares at Cas.

“Cas?” He says and Cas slightly snaps his head towards him, not really listening, still moving awkwardly as the two main birds serenade him. He even begins to bob his time when the rapping part begins and Dean and Sam are staring at him like a couple of idiots. “Cas are you dancing?” Dean hacks, still laughing, and Sam chuckling into his palm, like it’s going to embarrass the angel if he’s any louder. Cas says nothing and as the song ends and the movie with it he deflates a little, blue eyes gleaming with the reflected light from the credits.

He stands suddenly and turns to Dean, and Dean smiles at him because he can’t think of anything else to do when an angel of the lord is staring him down after being completely spell bound by a children’s movie.

“Are all movies so…” Cas pauses, weighing his words, “…enchanting?”

Dean shrugs.

“Uh, well, not all movies are like that. You know, singing birds and all. But there are lots like it.” He says, honestly enough, because Cas’s face is so earnest he can’t even bring himself to give him shit for what just unfolded.

Cas nods to himself and then in an instant is gone.

“Wow.” Sam remarks, nibbling a cold fry and Dean shakes his head.

“Wow.”

A few days later Cas appears again in another motel room, and immediately goes to turn on the TV. He looks horribly crestfallen and when Dean asks why he just says  nothing and goes to sit down at yet another motel table, silent.

“Cas are you upset that that movie isn’t on?” Sam says after a moment, and Cas doesn’t say anything and Dean swears if he weren’t a stoic bag of celestial intent he’d be blushing.

“The bird one?” Dean continues and Castiel looks up at him, blue eyes wide.

“It’s called Rio. It was directed by Carlos Saldanha and featuring the voice talents of Jesse Eisenburg, Anne Hathaway…” Dean holds up a hand.

“Ok, IMDB, I got it.”

Castiel folds his hands on his lap.

“I’ve had the song stuck in my head.” Cas says dryly, “My brothers remarked that I needed to do something about it - I am apparently ‘driving them crazy’. They also reminded me the notion of bird’s with such human characterisitcs is ridiculous, but I though it was…” he smiles weirdly to himself, “…I found it fanciful.”

Sam nods, making an odd, forced sympathetic face, and Castiel just stares pathetically at the table top. Dean sees he really is disappointed that the movie isn’t on, like he had expected it to appear merely by will alone. So, clearing his throat from the bed where he sits, Dean gestures at Sam with his head.

“Have brainiac look it up for you. On youtube or something.”

Cas looks up and Sam looks behind him, turning around in his chair to stare Dean down.

Dean says  nothing but glares back at Sam.

“That’s how you get a song out of your head, you listen to it again.” He says evenly and Sam’s expression reads ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’

no, i am not

Dean’s eyes respond, and maybe the last part of do you see his eyes he is looking so pathetic so fix it gets lost in the translation. Castiel looks at Sam and Sam sighs, grimaces at the angel and then goes to you tube, typing in a few things. Before long he’s turned the laptop around and Cas stares at the small moving box as the song fills the motel again.

Dean looks down, continuing to fold shirts that he throws into the duffel at his feet. He can feel the happiness radiating off of Cas as he insists that Sam play it three more times, his smile growing with each repeat, eyes closed in a moment of shockingly candid happiness.

Now that he thinks about it - Dean knew that bright blue shy bird from the movie reminded him of someone.