The First Rule Of Horror And Scifi Is That If You Dont See A Body Then That Fuckers Still Alive. And

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"

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—

The crazed look in his eyes is actually incredibly accurate 💀

@milohive & I bouncing off ideas for the next fic I'm working on.

I NEED HIM SO BAD I CANT EXPLAIN IT

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.

Get a load of this guy (I’M TRYING TO)

I’d let him eat me (out)

sir please that’s my emotional support group of mutuals who I never interact with but still care deeply about

I NEED TO BE INSTITUTIONALIZED

Pretty boy even when he sad