#trans travis martinez

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

Perhaps the wilderness in Yellowjackets is not just a symbol of death. Perhaps it is also—in its own way—freedom.

In the wilderness, Lottie didn’t have to hide her visions for fear of being called crazy. She was exalted as a leader and a prophet. But when she returned, they called her crazy and locked her up.

In the wilderness, Misty didn’t have to be ashamed of her intensity and eccentricity. She was helpful, she was needed, she was important. But when she returned, they called her a freak and exiled her once again.

In the wilderness, Tai didn’t have to pretend to be something she’s not. Her other self was not a weakness but a strength, it gave her power, and kept her alive. But when she returned she had to suppress her urges and hide her other self, or lose everything.

In the wilderness, Shauna didn’t have to be small, and hide the fire inside her. She was angry, and violent, and powerful. But when she returned, she was forced back into a supporting role, forced to contain her darkness and her drive in order to fit a role she never wanted to play.

In the wilderness, Travis didn’t have to put on an act to fit the societal expectations of masculinity. He was feminine, and emotional, and soft—not the man of the group, but just another Yellowjacket in the hive. But when he returned, he was forced back into the cage—back into the closet—isolated, hardened, closed off and separated from the girls once more.

In the wilderness, Natalie didn’t have to feel guilty for surviving. She was the hunter, the provider, and the gun in her hands made her a savior, and a leader, not a killer. But when she returned, she was a killer once again, haunted by guilt, and outcast by society for the things she did to stay alive.

The wilderness gave them the freedom to be their truest and most authentic selves, but the cost was the blood spilled. The cost was their old selves. The cost was a place in the world upon their return.

Maybe the wilderness did not destroy them; it simply changed them into something new, something irrevocably different, something that would never—could never—fit back inside the narrow box of their old lives, and because they could no longer fit, society called them broken.

The wilderness freed them, but it never let them go. Because once you’ve tasted flesh and blood, once you’ve stared death in the face and overcame, once you’ve been to the very brink and seen the true depth of your own capacity for violence, once all the former markers of morality and success have become meaningless, in a world where survival at all costs is the only law, how can you ever go back to a world ruled by pointless, hollow, conventions? Once you’ve shed every remnant of your humanity, once you’ve run with the wolves, and howled at the moon, and become one with the ancient wild gods, how can you ever be a human again? Once you’ve had a taste of complete freedom, how can you ever be satisfied with a fake, insignificant, half-life, made up entirely of half-truths and haunting?

[bluemoonscape]

Trans Jackie consumes me just as much as Trans Travis in the sense that they both just make sense - which does not by any extent make them canon, but does make those headcanons such an interesting possibility to explore. They both were repulsed and anxious about sex on different occasions. They treated it like something to get out of the way. Where Travis fits in with the girls in the wilderness particularly after becoming one of Lottie’s followers, Jackie is an outsider in ways she never has been. Jackie wears feminine clothes at home and then packs her quintessential wardrobe of Mormon schoolboy clothes for when she’s away, suggesting a performative element to her femininity somewhere along the line. I’m so deep into transmasc Jackie self-made propaganda I forget she was around for like one season and then froze to death like noooo thats the father of Shauna’s children actually

[imsososolesbian]

Transfem butch Travis

[hyacinthesiss]

can someone please explain to me the whole transfem travis thing because i just genuinely don't get it

like what evidence do you have that explains him being trans

i'm gen curious 😭

[gardenofearthlydelightss]

normally not a huge travnat fan but i can't get travis being the MOST dramatic over a head cold and nat making fun of her but still secretly worrying and looking after her out of my head

[couldtransitionsaveher]

TRAVIS MARTINEZ from YELLOWJACKETS

JUSTIFICATION:

"She's literally one of the girls. Through a series of trials in the wilderness mirroring another main character, Natalie Scatorccio's, lived experience before the start of the show, she is embraced into the group, elevated from a secondary male status to the dominant female status. Travis is actually one of the more enthusiastic members of the Yellowjackets team, often seen drinking blood tea or offering her own blood as offering.

Travis is also literally Nat's fridged wife, driving her to investigate the circumstances of her mysterious murder/suicide for most of the first season.

And I think it's just one of the more compelling reads of her character." - @periwinklekryptonite

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[would-estrogen-save-them]

Propaganda under cut:

"Travis has been assigned One Of The Girls™ by the narrative already. Loads of internalised misogyny and homophobia but it's learnt from the culture he lives in and he unlearns it as the story progresses. He's much happier with girls than boys and is more comfortably himself, becoming slowly more feminine as this happens. Also is dating a woman who is 100% queer"

[kangarooqueen]

I think I just saw a transphobic Yellowjackets fan 🤢

[invisible-pink-toast]

gender envy | travis martinez edit

adding to the trans butch lesbian travis agenda ✨

[jjtheresidentbaby]

rg!nat & rg!travis playing princess & nights but nat is the night and trav is the princess :3

[cm2tfemotd]

Todays Canon Male to Transfem Headcanon is Travis Martinez from Yellowjackets!

she is a gay asexual transfem that uses he/she!

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

“you can’t ship travlottienat AND think lottie is a lesbian” what you fail to consider is that travis martinez is a trans girl actually

[honeysuckle-flowers]

thinking about her (transfem travis martinez)...

[thistlespringg]

Tracy yellowjackets is cracking from her egg

why does she look like that i’m crying

[travlot]

an evil wizard transforms travis into a hedgehog and you have to put her up for adoption because you’re not equipped to care for her

Your wish is my command.

Ethics of Pet Care

Summary: A wizard has come for the Yellowjackets, cursing them one by one and leaving them with ailments you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy! Can Travis fend for herself and avoid a fate most strange, or will you be left to pick up the pieces?

900~ words; second person; gender neutral reader; trans travis

The Yellowjackets have all had a difficult time recently. In another life, a difficult time would come in the form of starvation and many more mouths to feed than food to give, but you live in gentler, less confused times. An evil wizard has been tormenting the group for weeks, losing them matches and leaving them with all sorts of afflictions. Poor Shauna seems to have been dealing with the most troubles, (she's a person who invites suffering, especially the supernatural kind,) but tonight it was Travis's turn to be on the wrong end of the wizard's ire.

She's stalked as she walks home.

Travis had thought she was safe, not technically a Yellowjacket, just connected to them through coach Martinez. Walking a couple blocks isn't that big of a deal for someone who's not being harassed by a mysterious wizard.

It's dark, and where she lives the lampposts are few and far between. It's barely raining outside. The temperature difference between the rain and the world beneath it has a slight fog rolling in.

She's two blocks away when she feels watched. The feeling rolls up her spine and forces her to look behind. Prey instinct. Travis stays still until she sees what's watching.

There's a figure under the lamppost.

If it weren't for the sparkling robe, Travis could pretend it was just some burnout hanging around. She doesn't make the mistake of calling out to them. She looks forward again. Ignores the figure.

She keeps walking. Then stops.

She looks back. They're gone.

She keeps walking. She picks up the pace.

She's one block away from the door when she feels watched again. This time, the wizard is closer.

She starts sweating. Every shadow and hidden corner is now a threat. She's too far from where she started to turn around, and just far enough from home to question if booking it will just bring disaster to her faster.

The wizard steps forward instead of disappearing when she looks away. Travis picks up the pace. You'd think the instinct to stop and stare would at some point tell her to pick up her knees and fucking move, but no.

She's nearly at the door when the wizard is within an arm's length of her. She gets a single glimpse of what's under the glittery hood before they can touch her and finds a pale scar across the wizard's forehead.

Travis screams loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. You're awake already and have the luxury of hearing it uninterrupted. It lasts for five seconds before it's choked off. For the average person, this is a sign to lock your doors and call the cops about a noise complaint or suspected murder.

You open the door and peak your head out... and find no one around. You could have sworn you recognized it. The voice, you mean. It's a mystery that needs solving. You step further outside, too curious for your own good, and find a pile of clothes instead of a body. It's shuffling... Alive. A red t-shirt, jean shorts, and a peak of what might be boxers lays on the sidewalk, and it's making noise. Again, this is where you'd want to step back and call someone else to deal with the strange screaming and animated clothing.

It's not a good idea to get closer, but you do. When you're close enough to touch it, you pick up the shirt. It seems to be moving more than the rest of it. The shirt isn't a biohazard, or at least isn't sticky to the touch, affirming your choice.

You look at the ground and find hedgehog. Nestled in the jean shorts is a tiny hedgehog. Maybe average size for a hedgehog. How would you know?

It's kind of cute. Needy, too. The moment you reveal it, it begins to make chirping sounds. It demands your attention.

You pick up the hedgehog, tentatively grab at the clothes, and bring it inside.

Once you've set everything down, you can get a better look at what you've found.

The hedgehog is unremarkable. No offense to the hedgehog, you're just not well versed enough in hedgehogs to tell if it's a cool one. It's got small eyes that hardly wander. It looks at you the whole time. You guess that's cool. The average hedgehog doesn't care about you specifically.

The clothes, on the other hand, tell you everything you need to know. You recognize each article of clothing once you have decent lighting, and the initials on the inside collar of the shirt, T.M., only confirm it. The look, the smell, the existence of the jorts... It all clicks into place.

The hedgehog... Is Travis. The incessant squeaking makes so much more sense now. The hedgehog, Travis looks up at you and sniffles. This is probably a normal hedgehog noise. A bid to communicate. You can't understand a single lick of it. You can't tell if she's scared, or curious, or completely at ease as a hedgehog. She just... is.

Travis had once asked you if you'd still love her if she were a worm, and now that theory was being put to the test. The unfortunate reality of Travis being a small mammal and not a worm was that taking care of her would be much harder. Maybe impossible.

Until you learned how to take care of hedgehogs, you couldn't just give her subpar care... You couldn't do that to her. It was inhumane. A crime against humanity. Animal abuse? You don't want to think about Travis that way.

"I'm sorry, Travis..." for being a hedgehog, or potential animal abuse. She chirps again. You don't know if she's grasped that communication is impossible in this state.

You have to find someone to foster her, and quick.

Travis squeaks at you, maybe in acceptance, maybe in ignorance of what was about to befall her. You hold out two fingers to Travis and watch her sniff and grab at them with tiny paws. In the morning, you'd start asking around to see if anyone could look after her. If not...

You pick her up and wince when you get a handful of quills. "What are we going to do?" Travis wouldn't be any help even if she could speak, so the chirp in response doesn't bother you as much as the rest of the situation at hand.

[gardenofearthlydelightss]

okay how bad would it be if i said that i'm starting to actually take travjeff seriously