#Lasko is hot

[redacted-vibes]

Yes because they steam up when its cold outside and he comes inside into a warm room. It catches him off guard everytime. Yes I've seen it with my own two eyes your honour. 😌👌🏼 So Dear sneaks a quick kiss while his glasses are completely steamed over when he comes home.

(also his listeners wears glasses too ofc).

Like you cant tell me fully certified, nerdy, Professor. Lasko. Fricken. Moore. doesnt wear glasses? I don't think so 😌

I just realized I don't think it was ever confirmed that Lasko wears glasses. I think we all made that up.

[stupd000]

imagine lasko and coworker making out and he pauses to take his glasses off and goes back in IMMWEAAAAAKKK

[redacted-vibes]

Lasko rn

[moronkyne]

This fandom has a huge problem with taking jabs at people when they say their favorites ngl

If someone likes a character… you can’t change their mind. There’s really nothing you can say or do about it.

“Laskos just so whin—” then don’t listen to his audios. “Ollie isn’t my t—” then don’t listen to his audios. “Morgan talks too mu—” then don’t. Listen. To. His. Audios.

We are all grown here 😭 or at least half yall act it…sometimes.

My point? If someone likes a character let them like them. Saying things will start unnecessary drama. The whole reason I’m saying this is bc me and a few of my friends are kinda bugged by how some people are so quick to talk shit about the character we like but then don’t even bother to acknowledge the fact that everyone has their own opinions ‼️

Another thing is how people react when I say I like people playlists/storylines.

I don’t like Blake, not really—but his storyline and the way he was written? Perfection. I’ve never seen character lore that thralls that part of my autistic brain more…but people always like to judge me because they are so quick to assume and not listen to what I have to say

Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s kinda tired of these supposedly sensible people and the way they just love to start shit for no reason 😭

[redacted-vibes]

Been staring at this for... Idk how long 😳 omg i love this

Your honour, they're perfect 😭💕💕

Professor Moore’s Office hours

[righteous-r0de0]

freelancer and dear have made out on multiple occasions

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[annahxredaxted]

MANIFESTING MILOS RETURN SO HARDDD

[puffin-smoke]

Redactedtober 21!! Missed out on the last couple days, had family around and I wasn't allowed to avoid them. ANYWAY Lasky. my beloved twink.

Lasko; Luck

(also this is earlier on in their relationship)

Lasko Moore was the unluckiest man alive.

He wasn't sure what he'd done to earn all this apparent bad karma, to be punished in every conceivable manner. Maybe he'd broken an unfathomable amount of mirrors in a past life or walked under an excessive number of ladders. He wasn't entirely sure why that was his fault in this life, but questioning it probably wasn't going to do him any good. Not when he was running so late.

To summarise the trainwreck that was his morning; he had overslept, spilled coffee down his shirt when he'd tried to combine getting dressed with eating breakfast, and gotten stuck in completely stationary traffic for about half an hour.

He'd arrived eventually, with frazzled nerves and a shirt that felt inexplicably like sandpaper on his skin, a string of swearwords firing under his breath and earning several dirty looks from various elderly couples.

Dear had suggested going to this park a little ways away from the city, going on about the sculpture trail and the evergreen trees. Lasko was never really a big fan of walking for the sheer fun of it, but he'd gotten a few hiking tips from Huxley. And the smile Dear had given him when he said yes had been more than worth a few blisters and a few hours in the middle of nowhere.

The look they gave him now when they saw him reminded him of that. They'd been sitting on a bench, eyes scanning their phones, lips slightly parted. Hair gently falling across one side of their face.

They glanced upwards and their eyes met his. They crinkled at the edges, gaze soft as their mouth moved saying what might have been his name.

In that moment all his nerves, all his frustration and anxiety running through him like electricity through a live wire. All of that was washed away and replaced by an all consuming sense of relief. They were here, smiling at him. Nothing else could go wrong, nothing he couldn't handle. Because they were here.

That feeling was promptly banished by the feeling of something cold and wet dropping onto his head. Running down his neck.

He reached up and touched it. Pulled away and stared at his hand, an inescapable sense of dread dawning on him. Bird poop. Coating the tips of his fingers.

A bird had just shit on his head.

Nope.

Not worth it.

He turned around and started walking back to his car.

He'd just say it was a work thing. He'd lie and text them and say that something came up. He would quit while he was ahead and go home. Where he could wear a shirt that didn't make him want to claw his skin off, where he could sit on a couch that wasn't made of wood and being hounded by mosquitoes, where he didn't have to hear dogs barking and flies incessantly buzzing in his ears and-

"Lasko? Hey, you okay?"

He was't sure when they caught up with him, but they had. They were walking next to him, trying to catch his eye as he marched forward. His hands suddenly felt leaden and awkward, alien. He picked at the edges of his shirt, at the fraying edges, trying to just mumble out a quick response. Naturally he wasn't brilliant at that. He was blabbering within the moment.

"I- uh- I just- the bird- I was going to-" he stopped in his tracks, trying to find comfort in the solidity of the dirt beneath him. He took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his hands. "Would you believe it was a work thing?"

They chuckled. "I saw the bird, Lasko."

His hands twitched as he resisted the urge to bury his face in them. "Oh my god- I'm sorry, I'm such a mess, I should've just walked over and- but my whole morning has just been so- so- just shit. I freaked out, and I'm- I'm sorry."

They grabbed his hands. Their skin was soft, warm. They affixed him with a stare both steadying and comforting, like a hand on his shoulder, tethering him to the ground. Their eyes flicked down to his hands and to his face meaningfully, a question. He nodded. He liked it. They smiled. "Hey- hey, it's okay. Nothing to be sorry about."

They inclined their head down the path, towards the car park, gently tugging him forward. "How about we try this another day?"

"But you wanted to go, I-I really- you shouldn't leave on my account, I'm fine." He insisted through gritted teeth and the lingering cold of the substance on his fingertips.

They shrugged. "Another time. How about..." They looked him over, as though scanning him, planning out the rest of the day in their head. "...pizza and movie? I'm buying."

He swallowed and nodded. "That- that sounds nice."

"Good. Let me walk you to your car?"

He nodded, and the two walked in tandem, in a comfortable silence. Until Dear snorted.

"Sorry, sorry- that bird just had amazing aim." It wasn't a laugh at him. It was an olive branch. A way to slip into normalcy, to leave what had just happened behind like a bad dream.

He took it and let a tentative grin spread across his face. "I know- it was just my fucking luck, I can't believe it."

"Ah, I don't know, a lot of people say it's good luck." They said, opened his car door for him and smiled. "Guess we'll see."

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

Oh

My

Fucking

God

Joe Goldberg in the newest season is an English professor and what’s his name?

Professor Moore

Professor. Fucking. Moore

[soup-scope]

My interpretation of laskos listener!!

Also with a hc name ehehehe

Their name is Caspian/Cas (they/them)

Close ups and hcs under the cut ‼️

-silver jewelry>>>>

- I feel like they have more aquatic themed tattoos that they’re a little embarrassed of because of how spot on they are as a water elemental

-they know way too many ocean facts. They typically prefer to listen instead of talk, but they can go on and on about ocean facts. Lasko loves hearing them talk about things they are passionate about💕💕

-they have the comfiest office known to man with the COMFIEST chairs

-lasko and them take their lunches together

-they like to make little lunches for them and lasko in case he forgets his lunch (which happens quite often)

-they got to pet a manta ray at an aquarium and they cried real tears

-they love at-home dates

-they tend to feel a little guilty whenever they eat seafood. But not enough to stop.

[ajstaria]

somebody needs to sedate me when the lasko hbs gets posted somebody promise me theyre gonna sedate me please

[no-see-um-incorrect]

New lasko vid spoiler ⚠️NSFW⚠️

LASKO “HORNY SLUT” MOORE

WE ARE IN BUSINESS BABY HELL YEAH

[sillyguymilooooo]

Lonan ( coworker oc ) i love you

[milossweetheart]

I sincerely apologize for the absolute slut I will become whenever Lasko gets his HBS episode

[mrsmiagreer]

A piece of me wants to think that freelancer has pulled the ENTIRE friend group.

We all know they’re a switch right. And obviously after they found out lasko and gavin had already fucked, they let lasko join in on one (A few) of their times.

Early before they were officially with gavin, They kissed huxley…only once and agreed to never speak on it again, simply because they don’t need to (“People can kiss as friends right?”)

And they almost fucked Damien, but one of them got a call in the middle of it and they both mutually realized they probably shouldn’t do that. They ALSO never talk about it, hence them both being in relationships now

[vivian-vivi]

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YOUR HONOR I LOVE THIS MAN, I WANT HIM THIS STUTTERING MESS OF A PERSON SO FUCKING BAD AHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAH