“there was a time when i went home and didn't want to wear makeup on stage. i used to do that on my own, while now i just do what i feel most comfortable with.”
Are you ever going to come back? You were my favorite Lashton writer. ✨
maybe one day, i’m known to be a reclusive. i certainly miss writing and receiving feedback. it’s just this fandom is exhausting. everyone is in competition. i miss the old tumblr days, i guess. i worked really hard to build up a following, and i just feel like it wouldn’t be fair to come back when i have no new things to add. i hope one day this account will get the love it once did. i hope one day i will have the ability to write stuff like twitch thot luke or bunny cakes again. who knows? maybe i’m the creature that was here at the beginning of twink luke, and i’ll come back when everyone doesn’t care about it anymore! you never know! ❤️
Guess who’s back. That’s right, me bitch. Here’s some cowboy Lashton content. That’s right. Wild West themed folks. And it’s exclusively on AO3 this time cause I didn’t wanna put it on Wattpad. (That shit is evil.) But now we’re back. This fic is like loosely based on “Cowboy Like Me” by Taylor Swift. It’s another chapter fic but I stg it’s different this time. Here’s the plot summary:
The luck of the draw did not come up in Ashton’s favor. But thank god he and Calum are on their way to a new job. Maybe he’ll make enough on Mr. Clifford’s ranch to make up for the heaping debts this cowboy’s racked up over time.
Meanwhile Luke’s willing to do whatever it takes to get on the road westward to California, even though it takes becoming a brothel worker. He doesn’t mind though. While he’s a romantic at heart hoping to find true love and freedom, at the end of the day it’s only a job.
Or
Ashton’s a broke cowboy with a thing for blondes, and Luke is a brothel worker with a weak spot for outlaws.
waking up everyday is just like. good morning sun. good morning sky. good morning evergrowing festering pit of primordial rage inside of me. good morning birds