Because it's finally March, babies, and that no-good turrible horrible bitch February can just gtfo. Without even gathering its things. Just go, bitch. Go.
I am celebrating that bitch being gone with fic, darling. WITH FIC. And I am going to funk my way right on through March. I may need sequins. That may be the prompt for the fic, I haven't decided.
All I know is that the sun will get up tomorrow and it needs a soundtrack. WOO!
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All I know is that the sun will get up tomorrow and it needs a soundtrack. WOO!
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Funk with me, Baby!
/me funks around you in a happy, double-jointed, fic-writing circle.
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