Need this man BIBLICALLY
Also look how adorable Peyton is in the back. Love her too
So I made a discord for us.
Milo hoes join up
Standing ovulation. I mean ovation. Whatever 10/10
Having such a hard time trying to figure out how to write pre-death wally. Because I know Iโm gonna write it and someoneโs gonna be like โbut our boy would neverโ but yk what, I have a thing for mildly toxic men (I hate myself) and I also canonically, Wally was a dick before he died, is it really that far fetched to say that he was maybe he was a bit of a fuck boy? I think not.
๐ ๐ถ๐น๐ผ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐บ ๐ฅต๐ฅ
being in little shop rn is so silly bc i can see a picture of milo and go OH I KNOW WHICH SCENE/SONG THATS FROM way too easy. i just knoe the show too well now
First part of my Milo appreciation series ๐คฉ๐ฅบโค๏ธ This time it's him in the iconic movie Journey To Bethlehem THE SONGS IN THIS MOVIE ARE SO GOOD WHAT
Charley: Would you slap your best friend for a thousand bucks?
Rhonda: I would slap Wally for free.
Wally, tearing up: Iโm your best friend??
The crazed look in his eyes is actually incredibly accurate ๐
@milohive & I bouncing off ideas for the next fic I'm working on.
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.