To the Bench
on February 19, 2026
at 11:12 pm
To the Bench
on February 19, 2026
at 11:12 pm
Discussion (14) ¬
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Brain-frying The Blackthorn… well, now we know that the universe will not end in eventual heat-death, or in a Big Crunch, but in a Big Smoosh.
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Cue the misinterpreted situation relationship hijinks when Castela’s girlfriend arrives. . .
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that is what I am afraid is about to happen. ~<3
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Not the worst way to die.
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Oh, bu WA HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! ~>XD
/eben
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Olivia : clueless.
Castela : iz ded. -
This sort of thing happens to Cas a lot
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…and Nadette – “iz ded”/”Atsali, what did you do to my sister?”
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Yeah…. I’m not trusting that she doesn’t know what she’s doing…
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Clueless much?
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Hard drive: wiped.
Breaker: broken.
In this moment, Cass is all of us.And somewhere in the world, Shawna is standing in full ‘Fae Terror’ glamour a handful of reasearch papers turning to ash in her fists, without knowing why.
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Resurrected! Is ded again!
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I hope this doesn’t become a cliche ‘misunderstood situation’ thing. I’m hoping for something more original.
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“Have I a hope for half a chance
To even ask if I could dance with you, you-ooh?
Would you greet me or politely turn away?
Would there suddenly be sunshine
On a cold and rainy day?
Oh, babe, what would you say?”
Comment ¬
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Brain-frying The Blackthorn… well, now we know that the universe will not end in eventual heat-death, or in a Big Crunch, but in a Big Smoosh.
Cue the misinterpreted situation relationship hijinks when Castela’s girlfriend arrives. . .
that is what I am afraid is about to happen. ~<3
Not the worst way to die.
Oh, bu WA HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! ~>XD
/eben
Olivia : clueless.
Castela : iz ded.
This sort of thing happens to Cas a lot
https://wapsisquare.com/comic/end-of-the-day/
…and Nadette – “iz ded”/”Atsali, what did you do to my sister?”
Yeah…. I’m not trusting that she doesn’t know what she’s doing…
Clueless much?
Hard drive: wiped.
Breaker: broken.
In this moment, Cass is all of us.
And somewhere in the world, Shawna is standing in full ‘Fae Terror’ glamour a handful of reasearch papers turning to ash in her fists, without knowing why.
Resurrected! Is ded again!
I hope this doesn’t become a cliche ‘misunderstood situation’ thing. I’m hoping for something more original.
“Have I a hope for half a chance
To even ask if I could dance with you, you-ooh?
Would you greet me or politely turn away?
Would there suddenly be sunshine
On a cold and rainy day?
Oh, babe, what would you say?”