I Have Too Much Fluffy Shit Already But I Would Feed My Addiction For Badabing And Badaboom Plushies

I have too much fluffy shit already but I would feed my addiction for Badabing and Badaboom plushies

I just listened to The New Jersey Rats don't talk to me I have to recover from that serotonin high for the next 48 hours

Darlin', scrubbing Bright's hair in the bathtub: You have to stop falling off rooftops, dude. Or-

Bright Eyes, who's heard this same lecture a dozen times already: "or at least get the mud off of ya before it dries and gets all crusty" yeah yeah, I know.

Darlin': Well if you know it so damn well then maybe you should start doing that.

Bright Eyes: [OnO]

//Since their turning, Bright has not been the most comfortable with physical touch/intimacy. Darlin' is the only exception//

Darlin': Or, you know, if you actually went out of the forest-y bits of town, you just might split your skull on the concrete. Your brains and blood are gonna be even more difficult to get out of your hair.

Bright Eyes, with a way too wide grin: I-

Darlin': Hey! ... Do you plan to put ten bucks in your suicide joke jar today?

Bright Eyes: William's not given me my allowance yet.

Darlin': Exactly. So hush it.

//They're both not exactly sure why//

Me too, Hush. Me too.

I found a ☆sexual identity generator☆ and am having too much fun with it so here we have:

Asher

Huxley

Sweetheart

Monarch Baz

Aaron

Nick

Xavier

Sam (based on a headcanon I have please ask about it I love my novelist vampire cowboy husband)

Lasko

Gavin

A poem I found in an Oregon newspaper from 1885. May it inspire you.

Me, one hour ago:

What do you do when your brain randomly flashes an image of the perfect character design but it's 1 am where you are and you have to get up really early but you know dame well your gonna forget the design as soon as you stop thinking about it?