Travez is one of a kind until he thinks he's been too kind. always thinking and moving forward. Been through way more than the average douche because of setbacks. If you keep your word or promise he will keep his. Stands his ground even for the people who wouldn't do the same. Very Temper-mental but keeps it in check maybe too often.
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Get the TraveZ mug.Is technically what people usually do after literally coming out of the closet.
A slang term or euphemism for "dating" originated from the Taiwanese dub of The Owl House, where Amity says "我們盛裝出遊吧!" which translates to "Let's dress up and travel together!"
But can also be used as a term for openly experiencing LGBT culture after coming out of the closet.
A slang term or euphemism for "dating" originated from the Taiwanese dub of The Owl House, where Amity says "我們盛裝出遊吧!" which translates to "Let's dress up and travel together!"
But can also be used as a term for openly experiencing LGBT culture after coming out of the closet.
Now that i'm out of the closet, and there's a Pride Parade tomorrow, let's dress up and travel together!
I came out a week ago and have been dressed up and traveling ever since.
I came out a week ago and have been dressed up and traveling ever since.
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by ΔиłĦ☼иצ ߀₡ʞ September 26, 2010
Get the penis travelogues mug.A slang term or euphemism for "dating" originated from the Taiwanese dub of The Owl House, where Amity says "我們盛裝出遊吧!" which translates to "Let's dress up and travel together!"
The dub has been ridiculed and memed on so much that it has now become a meme in the Owl House fandom and is spreading to other cartoon fandoms.
The dub has been ridiculed and memed on so much that it has now become a meme in the Owl House fandom and is spreading to other cartoon fandoms.
Amity: "Let's dress up and travel together!"
Luz: "Noooo.... I was so ready."
Amity: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you can say it."
Luz: "Amity Blight, let's dress up and travel together!"
Amity: "Yes!"
Luz: "Okay!"
Luz: "Noooo.... I was so ready."
Amity: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you can say it."
Luz: "Amity Blight, let's dress up and travel together!"
Amity: "Yes!"
Luz: "Okay!"
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Get the travelon mug.Some say it thirsts for blood; others say it is an innocent implement forced to do the bidding of murderous fiends. A disturbingly recurrent murder weapon, the Travelling Shovel Of Death appears in multiple different mediums (Usually novels), wherin it is featured murdering an innocent victim.
Henry knew his street well, but he didn't like it. The parameters stretched; the shadows hid secrets; the wind, ever restless, tossed the cloaks of strangers who glared from street corners. But he was sure in his safety. He knew the number of steps to his doorway. He knew where to lift his feet a little higher to avoid tripping on sidewalk cracks hidden in the dark. He knew who to avoid - at least he thought he did, in his naiveté.
A cat was waiting on his doorstep, that night. Dark, soft fur, long legs and a thrumming purr, yellow eyes glinting with reflections of far-off streetlights.
It smiled, sharp, glistening teeth ever white against the shadow of its fur.
In 42 years, Henry had never once seen a cat smile. Perhaps a trick of the light, or an illusion, he thought. Or maybe not. He knelt, looking the cat in the eyes.
It smiled at him, wider.
Wider.
A shadow moved; soft leather brushed against carpet, and a coat loosened its folds. "You're drunk again," said the voice. "Do you know, Henry, how much I dislike drunks?"
The cat hadn't moved; Henry glanced to the side, and caught a glance of soft brown shoes.
"Mr Woon," he slurred. "Ian. Mate. I just..."
He stopped.
Mr Woon smiled at him; a slow, langorious smile, not unlike that of his cat.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rested the shovel's tip on Henry's neck.
"I dislike drunks very much, Henry," he whispered.
Then he put his foot on the travelling shovel of death, and pushed down.
A cat was waiting on his doorstep, that night. Dark, soft fur, long legs and a thrumming purr, yellow eyes glinting with reflections of far-off streetlights.
It smiled, sharp, glistening teeth ever white against the shadow of its fur.
In 42 years, Henry had never once seen a cat smile. Perhaps a trick of the light, or an illusion, he thought. Or maybe not. He knelt, looking the cat in the eyes.
It smiled at him, wider.
Wider.
A shadow moved; soft leather brushed against carpet, and a coat loosened its folds. "You're drunk again," said the voice. "Do you know, Henry, how much I dislike drunks?"
The cat hadn't moved; Henry glanced to the side, and caught a glance of soft brown shoes.
"Mr Woon," he slurred. "Ian. Mate. I just..."
He stopped.
Mr Woon smiled at him; a slow, langorious smile, not unlike that of his cat.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rested the shovel's tip on Henry's neck.
"I dislike drunks very much, Henry," he whispered.
Then he put his foot on the travelling shovel of death, and pushed down.
by WillohWisp September 22, 2011
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