to your joy i tether (not a lot, just forever)
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Travlottienat-truther - Rosie / Lottie - Tumblr Blog
hey i made a travis enjoyer discord server. its for talking about trav and anything related to her/any ships she’s included in !! comment if you’d like to join and i’ll dm you the link :3
whenever we interact I always feel like the symphony dolphins 😭
SO true….life if tumblr users javiimartinez and travlottienat-truther were irls
(side note this is so sweet and you made me smile really big :3 you’re so cool kenny /pos /gen)
how it feels seeing something they would’ve loved
close enough, welcome back bela dimitrescu
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I don’t know where you end and I begin.
why is my brother a joy vampire. he sucks the fun and happiness out of literally everything ever. why must he be so negative all the time.
casually poorly editing quick time events over really serious yellowjackets scenes
i may have another mental illness but i can’t focus on that rn because there is fanfiction that needs to be written and text posts that need to be made
I’m not sure why I’m so obsessed with the worm. I’m not sure where it stemmed form but golly me, do I love the worm
spot the difference
do you guys also constantly hear bugs chittering/buzzing around you when there’s none or people mumbling whether there’s people there or not, or is that just a me thing
giys if I ever reply to u and it seems mean just know I spent liek twelve minutes trying to figure out a better way to word it..,
HI 👋👋👋🤗🤗🤗🐝🐝🐝 I SAW YOU DO TRAVIS X READER 👀.... WOULD YOU PERHAPS DO... TRAVIS X READER WHERE THEY SEE A HORROR MOVIE 😁😁😁? (romantic or platonic, I don't mind. Go where your heart goes etc etc) The Craft came out in spring of 1996 and might be of interest to dear travis 👀👀👀 alternatively, Scream came out that fall!
hello ! i’m going to go with scream because i’ve seen it before and vaguely remember it!!! hope that’s okay, and if you end up not liking this, just lmk and i’ll rewrite it ^^
Movie Night
travis martinez x Reader, javi martinez & Reader, javi martinez & travis martinez, fluff, general silliness, reader and trav are pining idiots, javi’s along for the ride, me getting a feel for writing romantic trav stuff lol
This was a horrible idea. You knew it when Travis suggested it, and you knew it when you agreed to it. You were not the biggest horror fan; blood and gore weren’t really your idea of a good time. Travis, your best friend, on the other hand, was a horror-loving fanatic. He convinced you to watch one with him, one he assured was “more of a comedy than a horror,” which, now you knew, was utter bullshit. The intro alone was enough to bring you to tears! (You ignore the fact that you cry when Travis killed spiders for you and Javi instead of carrying them outside. You also ignore the fact that you’re incredibly well-known for being skittish.)
Travis snickers as you nearly jump out of your skin at a jumpscare playing out on the TV. The killer has appeared, slitting the throat of his poor victim. He watches you intently, his smug smirk disappearing slowly as you cuddle further and further into his side. If you were paying any attention to him, you might’ve noticed the crimson flush on his cheeks, but, in your defense, you were trying to find good things to say about your friend's interest. It’s hard to focus on the cute boy whose arms you're cowering in and the movie he wanted to show you.
As the movie progresses, you’re still on edge but starting to loosen up. As you watch, Travis makes idle chatter to you, and eventually, you find yourself shushing him as you get into the story. You’re actually kind of enjoying yourself by the time the next kills occur, although you do watch through the gaps between your fingers, a shiver running down your spine. Yikes. Getting crushed in a garage door…sounds like an awful way to go.
You’re watching intently, the suspense building gradually, when suddenly, you feel a hand grasp your shoulder firmly. You yelp, screaming in terror while hurtling yourself off of the couch in fear. You’re expecting to get murdered, but instead, you’re met with your best friend’s laughter. Travis is doubled over, laughing hysterically. It’s now that you remember Travis had wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He had moved his hand from the back of the couch to your shoulder to freak you out. Fucking doucebag.
“You asshole,” you groan, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He’s still laughing, tears in the corners of his eyes, while the movie plays faintly in the background. You get back up and make a point to sit on the opposite side of the couch from him, stealing the blanket the two of you were sharing. Your resolve quickly crumbles, however, when the movie's plot thickens. You find yourself inching closer and closer to Travis out of fear. Eventually, you’re practically in his lap again.
“So, what do you think so far?” he murmurs, eyes glued to the screen. You ignore him with an annoyed huff.
“Aw, come on, are you still mad at me?” he pouts, jutting his lower lip. He mockingly throws a hand against his chest and claims he’s heartbroken from learning this information. You roll your eyes, shoving your hands into his sides where you know he’s ticklish. He yelps, startled, and starts laughing while desperately trying to push you away.
“Stop! Stop, I can’t- I can’t breathe!” He laughs, batting at your hands and trying to push you off. You’ve got him trapped, however, and continue your relentless attack.
“Only if you apologize!” you call out in a sing-song voice, and he’s laughing while also huffing out a “Fuck off,” which inevitably leads to an, “Okay- okay! Sorry!”
You remove your hand from his sides, sitting with a triumphant grin on your face.
“Was that so hard?”
He rolls his eyes fondly, about to retort, when the door creaks open, and Javi steps through.
“Hey, have you seen my- what are you guys doing?”
It’s now that you realize the position you’re in. You’re sitting on top of Travis, straddling his waist while he lies on his back and stares up at you. Or, well. Was staring up at you. Now, he’s looking in Javi’s direction with an extremely embarrassed look on his face—equally mortified and annoyed.
You hop off of Travis quickly, moving to the other side of the couch as fast as possible. Javi has a confused glint in his eyes. Good, you think to yourself. At least he didn’t think you two were doing…something else.
Travis rolls his eyes at Javi, sitting up awkwardly. He begins to lecture him on what they talked about with knocking, and Javi grins sheepishly. He ends up sitting through the rest of the horror movie with you two because he's bored, sandwiched between Travis and yourself, jumping more than you do. You smile at him, glad you have a buddy who will agree that it’s scary. Travis looks slightly annoyed at the addition of someone else’s presence, but you chalk it up to his usual brooding. You don’t notice the wistful gazes he sends in your direction the same way he doesn’t notice the wistful gazes you send in his—status quo for Javi. Watching you two idiots pine for each other has become a pastime for him, one that he immensely enjoyed.
You end the night with Javi asleep on your shoulder and booting up your choice of movie, a rom-com, which Travis will sit through and pretend he hates. Then, when it’s over, he’ll pretend he isn't crying over the sweet ending.
You smile. Movie nights with Travis (and Javi on occasion, too) were always the best.
O' Death, O' Death,
Consider my age,
please don't take me at this stage.
javi martinez hcs!
loves beanie babies. has a whole collection in his room!
got a cartoonish attempt of splinters after making his carving, he teared up while travis pulled them all out!
cannot read the room, he didn’t understand why everyone was so upset with what he asked at the seance!
a month after doomcoming, he would sit and wait in the cold for travis and nat to go hunting, watching from afar!
a week after he was found, he started moving around travis’s things to mess with him!
he likes to feed stray animals when he walks home from school!
terrified of spiders. but he gets sad when he has to kill them!
after finding the cabin, he and shauna started reading the books in the cabin together every night before bed!
after his father’s death, laura lee comforted him by telling him that his father was safe in heaven!
while at the lake, he picked up a rock and tried throwing it into the water, away from the others swimming, but it accidentally hit travis directly on the head!
short ace4ace travnat thing !
around 1k words. ace4ace travnat, pre-transition travis, teen timeline, happens during the wilderness but they’re actually good at communicating for plot reasons, internalized aphobia/acephobia
(might rewrite/rework eventually to have more plot lol…feedback is much appreciated!!!)
Travis was used to feeling inadequate. His father constantly berated him for his less-than-masculine attributes or for his hobbies and interests. Travis knew from the age of seven that he would never be enough for his father. He also knew he wouldn’t be enough for his peers, as Bobby Farleigh and the other asshole kids in Wiskayok spread the rumor that he had surgery so he could suck his own dick. The implication was there, loud and clear.
Travis did this so he could suck his dick. Travis sucks dick, and he knows no girl will ever want to suck his.
Perhaps the rejection Travis faced from a young age could explain why meeting Natalie was such a breath of fresh air for him. Nat was in a similar boat to him regarding a lack of parental and peer acceptance. Her peers spread nasty rumors about her, ones saying that she was a slut, or that she was the one who shot her father, having gotten away with his murder.
Travis didn’t really care about her past. All he cared about was how she sat and listened as he told her what Bobby Farleigh did and that she had helped him get the ring for Javi. He cared that she didn't look at him like some sort of freak, as if nothing was redeeming about him. He cared that she looked up at him, her face flushed and her dimples showing, before they both leaned in and had their first kiss.
Travis didn’t care what other people thought about her. Nat didn’t care what other people thought about him. It was a mutual agreement and attraction. So, when they got close enough to the point where there were mentions of their sexual relationship, you can understand Travis’ anxiety about the situation.
Travis had never been enough for anyone but Natalie. He had also never slept with anyone before and, much to his chagrin, never even considered the idea that he would want to sleep with someone. Travis had never had sexual feelings, dreams, or anything else the boys his age spoke of. In truth, he could care less about sex. Still, it was a necessary part of any relationship—he would put up with it if he had to.
But the anxiety crept in, and he found himself feeling inadequate once more. Travis had never slept with anyone, but Nat had. Nat probably had many wonderful experiences with smarter, more handsome, experienced guys. He convinced himself that Nat would only be disappointed by him, so he had been avoiding the topic for as long as he could.
And now, here he was, making out with Nat. Usually, he was much more relaxed, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. He was scared, sitting rigidly and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Eventually, she pulled away, looking him directly in the eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Travis stares at her lamely, nodding his head. He tries to look more into it than he is, but he feels no attraction to what they’re doing. He loved kissing Nat, but right now, he’d much rather lie with her in bed, with Nat running her fingers through his hair. Travis shifts uncomfortably.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, the question coming out much harsher than he intends. He’s defensive, nervous that he’s already screwed it all up. Nat looks down at him softly.
“We don’t have to, uh, do anything. If you don’t want to, I mean,” Natalie says, and Travis’ face flushes.
“I can do it,” he says guardedly, pride slightly hurt from the insinuation that he can’t. Nat’s brow furrows.
“I’m not saying you can’t. I’m saying you don’t want to.”
Travis squirms under her intense gaze. She’s surprisingly adept at reading him, despite how briefly they’ve known each other in this way. He averts his eyes from hers, unable to handle the eye contact in his vulnerable state.
“I just– I don't want to, like, ruin our relationship if I’m…not good at this,” he admits, cheeks tinged a crimson color. Nat’s eyes soften further, and she runs her fingers through his hair, something she knows will relax him.
“But…you want to?” She asks, a curious lilt to her voice. Travis thinks for a minute. Does he want to? He’s always been told that his first time will be great, a marker for when he truly becomes a man or some bullshit. But…thinking over the entirety of their relationship, Travis finds that he hasn’t thought about sex with Nat once.
Nervous that it’s some sort of trap, he asks the counter-question, “Do you want to?”
She blinks in confusion, almost as if she’s not used to being asked if this is something she wants. The idea makes Travis feel a little nauseous.
“Not really, “ she eventually mutters, “I could care less if we have sex right now,” she shrugs, although her hands are shaking, and her bottom lip is twitching like she’s ready to apologize and take back everything she’s said. Travis stares up at her. He can’t decide if it’s because she knows he’ll be bad or because she genuinely doesn’t care.
“Do you…not like sex?” He asks. Nat flinches, staring at the wall.
“No,” she mumbles, “I don’t.”
They’re both silent for a minute, Nat staring at the wall and blinking back tears while Travis stares at her in fascination. He’s never actually met anyone else who thinks the same way he does about this.
“Me neither,” he eventually stutters. Nat’s head snapped in his direction, and she looked at him, bewildered.
“What?”
“I don’t– I don’t care about sex. It, uh, doesn’t really seem…appealing?”
Nat nods, urging him to go on. Travis swallows nervously.
“I’ve never really thought about it, other than something I had to do. So, uh…if…if you don’t care, and I don’t, we can just, like, kiss instead?”
He’s afraid he’s messed up when she doesn’t say anything and just stares. Then, she kisses him gently and tenderly. He reciprocates, and the two hold each other close. Maybe they were weird. Perhaps they were freaks of nature. Despite it all, neither truly cared. As long as they had each other, they could be strange together in peace.
babybell wrapper :) get in loser
yayyyyy ty shep ^^ very sweet of you!!!
laura lee style analysis plz..! thank u 🤍
Sure thing! :)
Laura Lee Style Analysis:
I would describe Laura Lee’s style as “conservative” or “modest.” Almost every outfit features a cardigan or long sleeve to have more coverage. She wears a lot of florals and solid colors intermixed together.
Colors: White, Pink, and Blue.
Repeatedly Worn Brands: ?
Ideas of how to dress like Laura Lee:
* Accessorize your outfit with a cardigan
* Layer long sleeve shirts under a dress
* Wear a lot of florals and solid colors
* Show your faith with a symbolic necklace
Sunny d mint pumpkin :) for that colour game thingy
awww thank you raph ^^ for me you’re: pumpkin, mint, and rose~ !!!
also why do i scare you sometimes lol? just curious, not at all upset with you!! /genq /nm
rose~ pumpkin and babybel wrapper 🤍🦭
YIPPEE ^^ thank you kenny that’s so sweet of you!! 💕