i'd rather fuck you

➜ travis 'the better twin' gaskarth

[lexii-fck]

Yeah, but I bet your tongue could too.

[travishyfr]

As I've been told. Just ask my girlfriend.

[justinxhood]

Did you know that the first recorded pie came for Egypt?

[travishyfr]

I do now.

[lexii-fck]

Decided to bake cookies, but things went a little wrong with the flour. Would anyone like to be a doll and help me clean myself up?

[travishyfr]

A shower works wonders, babe.

[travishyfr]

How the fuckity fuck do you not know what bagel bites are dude?! They're like little tiny pieces of joy that can fit in your mouth! Tiny pizzas that will make you question why you never believed in love dude. Dude, dude, dude go buy some fucking pizza bites before you die. They are mandatory to live and if you never eat them you're going to die.

… No.

[travishyfr]

Do you have bagel bites?

What the hell are bagel bites?

[travishyfr]

.

[ohheylayla]

Though, sometimes the thoughts are a bit weird. As you may have noticed.

[travishyfr]

'S not weird; it's just something different. People's minds all work differently, and yours is just a very special one.

[ohheylayla]

I can’t tell you a time when I’m not thinking a lot.

[travishyfr]

Touché.

[ohheylayla]

Do you ever just stop and think about things we consider normal and find them really weird? Like, what’s up with developing crushes? It’s literally just like “oh, yes, I very much enjoy the size and shape of your face and your facial features; therefore, I shall develop a slight obsession with your attractiveness, but I won’t ever tell you about it in fear of being rejected.” I just don’t understand why this is considered normal.

[travishyfr]

Sounds like you've been thinking a lot.

[heyheywillow]

Bitch how dare you do such a thing!? Shame on you.

[travishyfr]

Not my fault; the mom should've told him. It's all her fault.

[lalettefck-deactivated20141121]

How old was he?

[travishyfr]

He looked around eight or nine, and you would think he'd know by then, but I guess not.

[anthony-jfc-blog]

How old was the kid?

[travishyfr]

Eight or nine..

[travishyfr]

I’m pretty sure I just ruined Christmas for a kid by telling him Santa isn’t real; his mother probably hates me right now. I thought he already knew..

[heyheywillow]

Easier To Lie || Willow&Travis

Sneeze after sneeze after sneeze, Willow covered her face with the pillow next to her, wanting to disappear right then and there. This had been going on for almost a week, a week full of just her not even bothering to leave her room, just sleeping. Sure, staying in her bed had always been one of her favorite things but now it just seemed tiring. Same four walls surrounding her, same everything. With a sigh, the blonde got up slowly, taking a big step back as soon as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Hair sticking out of different places from her bun, smeared mascara, and just a plain look of almost death showed everywhere in her face. Going into the restroom, Willow washed her face, cleaning and cleansing, finally looking like her old self again. Or at least like her old self again, with a light pink scar on the side of her cheek that had still to fully recover from her last visit to South Shields. The thought of covering it with a band aid did come up to her head, but the lazy side of her came right back, just shrugging it off at the end. It wasn’t even as noticeable unless you touched it or payed attention to it so really there was no point to try to hide it once again and look like a fool just because of insecurities from the scar.

Blowing her nose one last time, the girl walked slowly outside of her room, the only thing carrying with her was her phone since she didn’t really need anything else with her. Seeing the stairs right in front of her, the blonde looked up at how much she had to go to before lastly gaining the most amount of her small energy to go up the stairs. Ever since the rooms have changed, it has seriously gotten harder for her to barge into her boyfriends room whenever she wants to, something she did not approve of for sure. Reaching the top of the stairs, Willow dragged her feet to the second door before getting in without even knocking. She didn’t stop her walking until finally arriving to Travis’ bed and laying down. “I’m in need of cuddles!” 

[travishyfr]

The tall man was lied out on his bed, his head against the pillow and his blankets drawn around him. His hands were in fists, and he continually would grasp the sheets tight and then release. Travis's eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling as if thinking. To say he was exhausted was an understatement; for the past few nights, Travis had found himself unable to sleep very well. He knew why the sweet darkness would fail to pull him under, yet he didn't know why it was happening again. The nightmares kept him tossing and turning all throughout the night. It was just like when the first few months when Kate died; he'd have horrid dreams of his love dying in various situations with Travis only being able to watch, unable to reach out and pull her to safety from falling off a building or warn her of an oncoming semi-truck. The lad was always there - always in rage to rescue her - but found himself to be sort of like a ghost where he'd go to grab her, but she'd slip through his fingers as if it were a hologram. Except this time, instead of Kate's beautiful face, it was his sunshine's. Willow's screams and cries of pain and desperate seemed to ring in his ears almost every night to the point where Travis forced himself not to give into the tempting slumber. However, without meaning too, a few moments ago he had fallen asleep, unable to continue fighting the force dragging him into oblivion. This nightmare had to be one of the worst, for he'd observed his sunshine being beaten and kicked and hurt by a man he couldn't recognize until she was black and blue, her cries growing more pained and weaker by every merciless blow.

The moment the guy had her on the ground and pulled out a black weapon, Travis, thankfully, woke up, his body slick with perspiration and his heart rate faster than it's ever been before. He wasn't sure of how much longer he could deal with these things until he became mad, but the dark haired man knew Willow was sick; he'd visit her a few times as often as she allowed him too, but his sunshine would always send him away too soon, telling him she didn't want him to become sick as well - not that he would mind, as if bringing comfort to his love caused him to become sick, Travis would easily comply. His luck seemed to change, though, when he heard the sound of his door open. Immediately, he sat up in his bed, his head snapping towards the noise with slight curiosity. When he saw it was Willow herself, he couldn't help but let out a breath of relief to see her lovely face after having such a horrible sleep. He watched with a cocked eyebrow of amusement as she collapsed on the spot beside him, and when the words came out of her mouth, he chuckled a bit and stuck his bottom lip out. "Awww," Travis murmured softly, laying back down and shifting the covers to where her body was under the blanket. He pulled her to him, intertwining their legs and placing a kiss on her forehead. "Do you want me to get you something, sunshine?"

[radgedy-deactivated20180324]

[anthony-jfc-blog]

No problem, if you need anymore help with something stupid just let me know, alright?

[travishyfr]

Will do.

[anthony-jfc-blog]

Why don’t you get up and turn it on instead of complaining about it?

[travishyfr]

I already turned it down, but thanks for the fucking genius advice.