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in spirit i am wiping the cobwebs off this blog and coughing and gagging because it's been SO long

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND CONGRATS ON BEING AN ADULT!

THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT!

I CAN'T WAIT TO DO MY TAXES AND HAVE MORTGAGES AND THE LIKE ALSO WHY ARE WE YELLING

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"Cas?" Rex has no idea how to actually find him so he hopes wandering around the general area of where he usually talked to Cas and occasionally poking a computer would be enough.

"Cas, where the fuck are you?"

He pauses in the middle of the room, giving each computer a long look.

"Listen. I don't want any trouble I just wanna..."

He pauses, frowning. A fitting word doesn't come to him so after several moments of hesitation, he reluctantly finishes his sentence.

"....check on you."

the reply, when it comes, comes from a computer rex had already prodded at- and, like several others, had only revealed to him the usual placeholder diagnostic display.

unlike the others, the screen of this particular monitor- a squat little thing, sat on a desk of no particular number or note- clears almost instantly, cas's classic white-text-on-black setup almost hastily taking its place.

and then, it sits there. and it just idles.

the cursor flashes to itself a good few times as the shapeshifter behind it grapples with the implications of this particular request. no- not even a request. it wasn't even a 'hi cas, what a nice day this is, isn't it, anyway, how are you, my darling beloved?'. it was just a statement. and knowing rex, it was one of those statements he could easily postlude with something along the lines of 'but i'm not going to check on you, because that would be stupid'.

not that he seemed pretty inclined to do that right now.

so, for a moment, cas entertains the idea of taking the statement as a request, and properly answering it. but 'how am i actually doing' was always such a tricky thing to parse.

and besides, there's a slightly more worrying matter at hand. at least to him.

> why?

writes out the cursor, slowly, hesitantly.

> why do you want to check?

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"Seems like your settings aren't straight, pet."

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CODA WAIT CODA NO IM SORRY IM SORRY I DIDNT THINK HED ACTUALLY DELETE YOUR DAD IM SORRY oh god oh god oh god

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[STANDING IN AN ABANDONED, UNDERGROUND WAREHOUSE, THE LOCATION OF WHICH IS UNKNOWN. BEFORE ME IS AN ORNATE THRONE, SURROUNDED BY HUNDREDS OF DRIPPING CANDLES, AND A PAIR OF KNOWN SADISTIC MURDERERS WHO HAVE KIDNAPPED MY LOVED ONES AND ARE THREATENING TO TORTURE AND KILL THEM AS I AM FORCED TO WATCH] so like. whats the deal with airplane food.

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i volunteer to drop felix into a pot of eels

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They call me millions knives cos that's how many knives it takes me to make a sandwich cos I keep putting them in the fuckin sink

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@neverendingparable

i bet cats think they look like really awesome panther beasts with huge claws in their minds. i bet theyre always like i look sooooooo bad ass right now when theyre walking around looking like this

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Look

NOOOOOOOO FREE MY BOY 2K24

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I'M UNDER FUCKING ATTACK

i want you to know i reached your little slew of preminger posting and paused and sighed and asked myself how dedicated i was to this cause and then i went and liked them all

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pissing each other off as foreplay

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There's a beast in your home wearing your child's face

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boop

I LEFT FOR TWO SECONDS....

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WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SONG?

oh hi music anon. hi. helloooooooooo <3 first of all i LOVE everything you've got going on here. also don't listen to felix. he's a lameo. he's lame. i have receipts. second of all here you go bbygirl enjoy <3

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every so often ill forget im in a public computer lab and get jumpscared by people coming in here and seeing all the roleplay stuff on my computer screen lmfao