BARKING

Milo Manheim

My reaction to the ending of S2 of School Spirits

Me because my wally drabble now has 2000 words and I’m thinking about splitting it into 2 parts bc no ones gonna spend a full hour reading that shit

My average writing experience:

"Alright I think I'm almost done actually-"

*Google doc grows second health bar and a choir starts singing in latin*

Please, won't somebody say I'll get outta here? Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here!

Milo Manheim as Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors

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.

“You like a pretty boy with a pretty voice”

(Lovers Rock by TV Girl)

hot take but I don't think Wally should go quiet into that good light. I feel like he should rage a little against the dying of the night.

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.

I love a man in a suit and HIS HANDS. I’m going insane