I Made A Playlist For Dear Because I’m Obsessed With Them, Is Mostly Music I Think They Would Listen

U DID NOT..

the bridge of illicit affairs by taylor swift is literally geordi and cutie

And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors

You know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language

I can't speak with anyone else

like???????????

heartstrings

I think we all think David looks like his dad and is so if that’s canon or not but what if he actually looks like a male version of his mom?

Many people that I’ve seen draw him with sharp features to make him more gruff but what if he had softer features? Features meant to show kindness and happiness rather than the irritation and anger that usually grace his expression?

David with freckles like his mother’s? A mole on his face in the same place or on the other side of his face? A birthmark on like his arm that now as an adult is almost the same as his mothers?

Despite all the scars, wrinkles and stress lines he has this youth about him that never goes away much like his mother’s, hair that refuses to gray until his late 60s, everytime he scowls even as alpha, no matter how hard he tries it borders on a pout instead.

David who grew his hair out once as a kid and made his grandparents on his mother’s side cry because he looked like their daughter. David who died his hair black to his honey blonde hair. He’s also built like a larger version of his mother. Despite working out regularly and eating well there’s stubborn areas of fat that make him look like a scary teddy bear and cuddly and welcoming for not particular reason.

yeah but it looks cool right? (don’t answer that i cannot take criticism)

the voices made me do it

loving lasko is not enough I need to get him pregnant

this is not redacted related but I went to my first concert today (louis tomlinson🫶) and like.. it went so fast. I waited for it since september/november and wow, one hour and a half of the most awesome experience ever and then just silence and my body aches but I still just want to jump around and keep singing, post-concert depression hits so hard is horrible

redesign !!

click 4 better quality ! | kofi

GRRRRRRRRR🫦

shirtless lasko under the cut heheheh

“like real people do” is so honey & guy cause wdym “Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, We should just kiss like real people do”

MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW PRRRRR PRRRRR MEOW PRRR MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW PRRRRRRRRRR PRRRRRRR MEOW MEOW MEOW PRRRRRRR *WAGGING TAIL* MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOWWWWW PURRR PURRRR MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW PRRRRR PRRRRR MEOW PRRR MEMEMEOOWWW WOOFF!??!!??!?? *WAGGING TAIL* WOOF WOOF BARK BARK WOOFFFFF WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK WOOF BARK WOOF BARK BARK WOOF

a lasko

kofi here and comms r open <3

thinking about freelancer and gavin and avior and starlight and sam and darlin because it’s so unfair that all of them fought so hard to find the love they have with each other and none of them are going to get the time they deserve.

one day freelancer is going to be in a hospital bed, cupping gavin’s face, calling him their darling boy, telling him that everything’s going to be okay, pretending that they aren’t crying themselves. the rest of their friends are spread across the globe. the only one they wanted to see before they left was gavin. they’re going to die and there’s not a thing gavin can do about it.

one day, avior is going to be sitting in a cemetery on a hot summer day, until the sun sets, casting long shadows across the grass. he’s going to talk to starlight’s grave like they can hear him. he’s going to complain about frivolous things, tell them about his life without them. then he’ll grow quiet just as the sun dips below the horizon and confess that none of it actually bothers him. the only thing he can’t stand is not hearing their responses, or being able to hold their hand while he talks.

one day, sam is going to have a very good day. he’s going to visit the pack, laugh and joke with his aging friends. he’s going to eat an entire tub of butter pecan ice cream and not feel guilty about it. he’s going to spend comfortable, long hours having introspective talks with vincent. he’ll call alexis and tell her everything he never had the guts to say. then, somewhere around four am he’ll put his favorite flannel on, make himself a pot of coffee and climb to the roof and talk to the remaining stars like they’re his mate. he’ll wait for the sunrise, hoping that for a few brief seconds he’ll feel the warmth and not the burn.