Blowing a kiss to paramount for actually renewing the beautiful shows that I watch from them in a timely manner. A task that is apparently impossible for other companies to do
Oh do I got a surprise for yall tomorrow afternoon :)
Alright my precious little freaks of tumblr I’m gonna need WAY MORE WALLY CLARK X READER FICS I CANT HANDLE IT I HAVE THE LOVE AND NOWHERE TO PUT IT PLEASE
Wally: Guys! I found a 100 dollar bill!
Wally: looks around ….Should I keep it?
Charley: Wally, just do the right thing.
Rhonda: And put in your bag.
Charley: No—
Having a celebrity crush so obscure the AO3 doesn’t even have fic’s you can read goes CRAZY btw (I hate it here)
So anyways, I write fanfiction. And I so I’m gonna write it so that it can exist.
I got a question
Cause why is there no *milo manheim* fanfiction on this app?
Like it’s all the characters he’s played, and don’t get me wrong, THAT SHITS GREAT, but I feel like every other fandom I’ve been a part of (Hozier esp, bro they go crazy over there) is like “x reader fics of real ppl and not just characters? Yk what? Hell yeah.” And I’ve been flabbergasted to find that within Milo’s fans that shit is damn near NON EXISTENT.
Season 2 episode 7 spoilers
I need to talk about this because no one else has. When we see Maddie and Wally have done the deed and we see his butt, the song that’s playing it’s called damn, look at that view as the camera pans over them. And I’m like damn that’s a really fitting song to play right now 😂🤭😏 thank you writers and the creators for that, forever blessed 😂😏
school spirits is definitely one of the best shows out there right now because there really was an episode that had an A plot that was kidnapping a ghost who stole a body and a C plot of a david bowie dance number and you know just some minor stakeouts and also hell personified
not wally punching mr. manfredo in the face please-
he's an ally to women everywhere
I need a guy that I love more than the fictional ones. Until then I will remain pining over non-existent men on Tumblr.
missing the undead bf trio
Charley: Would you slap your best friend for a thousand bucks?
Rhonda: I would slap Wally for free.
Wally, tearing up: I’m your best friend??
“i watch school spirits for the plot” the plot:
Wally came up with this, makes us do it at every reunion.
It popped into my head, now you get it.
He’s so cutie
Reading Wally X Reader fic be like
why yes i am reading heartrending angst and agony and torture of my favorite character while using a cute green and pink frog ao3 site skin, why do you ask?
also shoutout to wally decking mr manfredo, something he has clearly wanted to do for approx forty years
It's so very important to me that Charley and Wally very much are just like "yeah man you're hot as hell. Love you" because Wally is. From the 80s. And very masculine. He's a football player for fucks sake, just calling his male friends hot and telling them he loves them would get him similar if not the exact same treatment that the rest of the football team gave that unknown name guy at the memorial but he just says this stuff to Charley. Casually. There's like nothing between them and he's fully like "you're the hottest guy I've ever seen. You got this" and charley, in return, is like "oh yeah Wally manhandling the door open was kinda hot"
thinking about when charley and yuri met because charley was talking to himself and wearing a pot as a hat and yuri was still like damn he’s cute let me break my decades-long oath of silence for him.
My absolute favorite thing is the blatant disparities between which ghosts have kept up with modern culture and which ones are entirely clueless. Dawn is active on social media and Charley knows the difference between a micro and macro-aggression but Janet doesn’t know what a cell phone is. They’re perfect to me
Me when I come up with a crochet pattern for a sweater that I feel like Milo would love but I cant go to new york to see little shop so I can’t give him this sweater
my fave ghost trio to ever trio
ref pic here
Wally Clark Headcanons
Our babe loves to have his hair played with. It's one of the only things that truly relaxes him. Initially, he asks you to run your fingers through his hair just when he's extra stressed. Too much going on. Can't sleep, brain too busy, please help.
But then it becomes routine. Whenever you're lying together on the couch, watching a movie, he'll scooch over and lay his head in your lap, give you a sweet smile and then melt when you start to comb through his hair. He always falls asleep. Always.
Cuddled with you in bed, right before lights out, he'll nudge you with his nose; blink big eyes at you and ask, "head pats?" And how the hell can you say no? Have you seen those sweet brown cow-eyes!? That little pout!? You oblige instantly.
Still, there comes a day when you're maybe wondering if he's taking advantage. You're grumpy and overstimulated and annoyed, and he never asks anymore, just assumes you'll do The Thing if he gets in your space and presents his hair.
So, when it comes time for bed and he gently snuggles up, arm over your waist, head on your chest, expecting you to do what you always do...you decide not to. And he notices instantly. He gazes up at you, "head pats?" with those eyes. You don't move. Wally nuzzles his head against you, a tiny whine, and then, finally, a mousy little, "please?"
If you don't go gooey at that and give that boy his head scratches, you don't have a heart. Pointe finale.