#traviswalks

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

To be honest, you don’t look how you are. Does that make sense? Like, your exterior doesn’t match the interior. Not that it isn’t a good thing, I mean, it’s the absolute coolest. You were it good. And, I think I thought you were like a famous person when I first met you, you have a lot of charisma. Especially for someone who lived in the sticks, I’m impressed. I actually forgot the original reason I called you, because this obviously wasn’t it. Hope I brightened your day, though! Call me later, I might remember what I needed.  

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

Travi! There’s this song that reminds me of you. But, like when I asked the record dude what it was called he yelled at me? I mean, I was just trying to do a good thing for a friend, but apparently not. Oh! I saw an alpaca today. It was majestic, it didn’t spit though. I don’t remember where I was though. Hoboken? Maybe? Lots of crazy shit happens there. Anyways, love you, call me back! 

☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

★ - our muses stargaze together

Eleanor was wandering in Central Park, contemplating throwing all homework and essays out the window in frustration or running away from New York and life in general. In the midst of the dark night, she made out another figure, about Travis-sized, walking in her direction. Under a streetlamp, the two met at the metaphorical crossroads. “Hey,” she said, her mind somewhere else. Before the man could respond, Eleanor quickly said, “Want to platonically stargaze with me?” She was desperate to leave her haunting thoughts of school, work, Brady, Brandon, and her grandfather altogether. And being alone with her thoughts was probably the most dangerous place she could be. Taking his hand, she dragged him to a clearing in the park and laid down on the grass, blonde hair sprawling out in all directions under her. Pointing to the sky, she identified the visible constellations as though she had spent her life memorizing them: “That one,” pointing in one direction, “is Canis Major, and that over there,” pointing the other way, “is Sirius, the brightest star in the sky. My favorite constellation is Capricornus, mainly because I’m Capricorn, but also because I think the idea of a goat in the sea is funny.” She didn’t notice when Travis sat up and walked away, nor did she mind, because for a while, she could get her mind off of everything and just watch the stars.

▲ - how our muses first met

☺ — for a happy voicemail

Eleanor: Travis! Back home, it’s rodeo season! I don’t know if you’ve ever been to the Houston Rodeo, and I don’t know if you want to specifically go with me, but there’s a lot of beer? I’ve already called up Evie, so call me back if you want to come.

☃ — for a holiday-centric voicemail

Eleanor: MERRY CHRISTMAS TRAVIS! I know it’s late and you’re probably out partying or something, but have a blessed holiday season!

✾ — for a congratulatory voicemail

Send ☠ for a misguided advice text

Text to Trav: if delia wants to leave you for some blonde bloke then let her bc u don't need her when u can have olivia

Text to Trav: I MEANT CODY

Text to Trav: yoU DONT NEED HER WHEN YOU CAN HAVE CODY 

Text to Trav: CODY 

Send ☢ for a desperate text

Text to Trav: cody refuses to watch these kids i promised my boss i'd babysit for him and i need your help to convince cody to babysit the kids for me 

Text to Trav: just go cuddle with him and let him be the big spoon and then ask him to babysit the kids for me 

Text to Trav: he'll say yes if you ask bc he's practically gay for you

Text to Trav: come on trav I'm desperate rn!!!!! 

Send ☼ for a congratulatory text

Name: Paisley Walker

Gender: female 

General appearance: Short, brown hair, slim, blue eyes, innocent looking

Personality: Paisley may look very shy and innocent, but shes actually the exact opposite. She’s very loud and blunt and isn’t afraid to voice her opinion.

Special talents: she has a special connection with cows 

Who they like better: Travis

Who they take after more: Both??? 

Personal headcanon: Paisley was at school one day and was doing something and the head bitch said “god, i know you were born in a barn, but that doesn’t mean you should act like an animal,” so Paisley went all ape shit on her ass and was sent home. Instead of getting yelled at like a normal teen would, Bristol & Travis took her out for dinner and bought her cow shaped balloons. 

Name: Donald Walker

Gender: Male

General appearance: Dark hair, blue eyes, and always sort of lanky.

Personality: Like both his fathers, Donny is a bit of a party animal, He spends most nights out, and when he is home, he often has company. He enjoys reading, though he doesn't get to read much with all the homework he's constantly needing to make up.

Special talents: He has his dads tolerance for alcohol.

Who they like better: Travis

Who they take after more: Brady

Personal headcanon: Donny knocking up some girl just like his good ol' dad almost did (':