omg wally

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  I won’t lose to you anymore! 

So did anyone else realise Wally’s two theme’s have the same base tune to them?

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

Thank you all so so much for enjoying the Pre-Bendy Buddies! I never expected the series to get this many hits!

I might work on something special just for this occasion!

☆Mod Wally☆

alyholmesz  asked:

Head canon- Barry introduces his boyfriend Hal to his little five year old nephew Wally. Hal sees Wally in his tiny Flash onesie and sneakers and is all 'ÓMG YOU ARE THE CUTEST THING!!' Barry is just like "No Hal you cant keep him.'

Omg this is the cutest thing..
But I’m sure Hal would definitely find a way to hang out with Wally EVERY chance that he got. No one can resist that cute little redhead!

anonymous asked:

When Danny becomes den mother Wall doesn't believe ghosts are real, they classify as magic in his mind, so Danny takes him to meet the Fentons to learn the science behind ghosts. Wally and Maddie become Besties.

Omg. Wally learns all about the science behind ghosts. And how to hunt them. And went through Jack babbling on about ghosts.

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Request: A wally west imagine? Where he tells you that he likes you (the reader)

“What?” you ask, unable to hide the blush that had crept onto your cheeks at the attention Wally had unintentionally been giving you.

“Huh?” Wally replies, shaking himself from the daydreams he had found himself captured by.

“What gives?” you repeat, leaning forward as a playful smile dances upon your lips, your entire being focused upon the mystery at hand.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” Wally stutters, a hand reaching to the back of his neck as he stammers nervously.

“Bull” you reply curtly, a look of disbelief upon your brow as you inch forward. “That is the third time I’ve caught you staring at me this evening, so what is it? What’s up? Have I got food on my face?” you question, suddenly self conscious as your hands rush towards your face, searching for some remainder of your lunch you had not caught earlier.

“No, no” Wally chuckles, pulling your hands from their task. “It’s nothing like that.”

“But there is a something” you push. “Would you just get it out already?”

A heavy sigh falls from his lips as his hands take yours. Hanging his head in resignation, Wally’s smile falters. “Yes,” he admits, his voice quiet and uncertain.

“Well, do you want to tell me? Because we both know I do not cope well with mysteries, West.”

“No, you don’t” he agrees with something akin to a chuckle. “It’s what makes you so good at your job.”

“Buttering me up? Alright, what do you need?” you sigh goodheartedly, a playful smirk on your lips to show your friend you didn’t mean the harsh words you spoke.

“I don’t- I don’t need…” Wally trails off, shaking his head. “No, I do. I do need this.”

“Then ask, what ever it is, you know I’m here for you” you reply sincerely, squeezing his hands gently with your own.

“I have to tell you something, but you have to promise not to hate me.”

“Please tell me you aren’t racing again” you sigh, exhausted by the very thought.

“No!” Wally shouts in response, shocked at the suggestion. “I promised I was done, I am, I swear!”

“Well then what is it, because honestly, you’re starting to scare me here.”

Yet another sigh answers you as Wally lets his gaze fall to your hands held tightly together. “I, I like you, ok?”

“I should hope so, otherwise I don’t know how we’ve been friends this long” you scoff in response.

“No, I like like you” Wally repeats, sincerity in his eyes as he finally lets his gaze meet yours.

“Oh,” you reply, shocked. “Well, I suppose- I mean…” you stutter, unsure of what to say. “Does that mean tonight’s movie night is a date?”

“Not if you don’t want it to be” Wally shakes his head. “I mean, it’s just like any other movie night.”

“What if I want it to be?” you ask softly, unsure of your words.

“Well, yeah, I mean, of course, if you wanted it to-” Wally’s rambling is cut off quickly as you push yourself forwards, capturing his lips in a surprising kiss that had you as shocked as it had him.

“I think a date would be nice” you whisper, pulling away ever so slightly.

“A date it is then.”