So I have everything I need to build the body I crave, apparently, and that's nice. But the question is: do I have everything I build the challenge fic I need? The answer to that right now looks like a 40 percent chance of existential writerly freak out, with top winds clocking around "OMG WHY DID I EVER THINK I COULD WRITE!?"
Several words I find amusing: clink, weasel, moist.