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… hi, uh.. in you’re baby decepti-bee au… do you think bee will finally succeed in finding megatron?
And another question for the normal baby bee au… do the bots sparks just… melt when they see sparkling bee or.. have they not seen a sparkling for so long?
… Sorry if you’re very busy
It's okay I am very busy but I cannot be stopped <3 it takes me a long time to answer questions but they never bother me.
I believe this may answer both questions C:
#baby deceptibee au#digital art#bumblebee#awsering messages#the old guard of cybertron are just old men#they silly#don't look at Megatron's head#i was in a rush#I wasn't#I just didn't want to look up reffs
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Aidan in short film "I didn't... I wasn't... I amn't..." (an un-romantic comedy)
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september 12: iced 1,742 words @rosekiller-microfic
Barty really needs caffeine. Evan works at a small coffee shop.
It's an incredibly average Tuesday when Barty manages to make a fool out of himself and fall in love on the same day.
Well, the whole thing isn't as dramatic as he makes it out to be, but he isn't known for being subtle with his retellings.
Barty had thought he'd be fine—running on two hours of sleep was perfectly reasonable for sitting through a 3 hour business lecture, right?
Did he mention that he was a fool?
Whether by luck or fate or the incessant blaring of Barty's alarm clock, he had managed to crawl out of bed early enough for his 9am class—calculations and formulas and useless information on the status of the economy still swirling through his brain from the night before.
However, what his sleep deprived brain had failed to remember was that Barty lived off caffeine. Nothing would get done in a day if he hadn't downed at least 2 cups of coffee or the strongest black tea he could find. Dorcas always told him it was an addiction; he never listened.
So at 8:50 he trudged across campus and sat down heavily in the back of the lecture hall, mentally preparing himself for 3 torturous hours of his professor's monotonous voice, with absolutely no caffeine in his system. A mistake on his part.
It wasn't until he awoke at 11:55, the feeling of someone nudging his shoulder enough to rouse him from a dreamless sleep, that he finally realized this mistake. He had slept through the entire fucking lecture.
And it wasn't him dozing off halfway through, fighting diligently not to nod off. No, as soon as his professor began speaking Barty's head was on the desk, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he slept soundly on the uncomfortable wood. Frankly, he was mortified.
That brings him to now, briskly walking through the sea of students milling about between classes, his finger scrolling quickly through the selection of local coffee shops.
He still has two more classes, there's no way he'll survive without something helping him stay awake.
His eyes scan his phone screen, looking at distances and reviews until he settles on a place not too far from the North corner of campus—Twin Flame Coffee & Co.
He supposes it'll do.
Barty arrives in record time, his long legs carrying him faster than average. The building is quaint but lively, cream walls with colorful chairs out front—Barty's surprised he hadn't found it sooner.
When he pushes open the door a small bell rings overhead. There's not too many people, a few students with their laptops and an old couple sharing a pastry, but there's someone ordering and he can't see the register.
He scans the menu just long enough to make sure they serve the drink he wants, and only looks down when it's his turn.
He means to step forward but the movement gets halted as soon as his eyes lock on the person working. In front of him is a boy about his age, wispy blonde curls and bright eyes, a winning smile directed right at Barty as he waits patiently for him to approach. He has freckles scattered loosely across his face and neck, disappearing beneath the tank-top he's wearing. Is that even work appropriate? he thinks.
There are at least a dozen tattoos littering his arms—nowhere near the amount Barty has, but enough—and his skin looks soft enough that biting it would leave a mark. Suddenly Barty's throat feels impossibly dry.
"How can I help you?" the boy says, and oh Jesus fucking Christ he sounds like heaven too. Barty is a goner.
Suddenly his brain is on high alert, catching up with the fact that he's been staring at this guy for at least 5 seconds. He shakes his head and approaches the register, his legs shakier than before.
The boy's smile is unwavering, yet he seems amused at Barty's slow uptake. Barty swears his eyes flick up and down Barty's figure, but quickly pushes that thought aside.
"Hi," Barty says flatly. He's lucky his voice doesn't crack but god, could he sound any more unapproachable?
"Hi," the boy says, levity clear on his face now. "What can I get started for you?"
"Uh, can I just have a large latte?"
"Large latte," the boy repeats, punching something onto a screen. "Anything else?"
"No, that's it," Barty replies. "Thank you," he adds, trying his hardest to remain calm.
He tries to smile but it definitely looks strange. Their eyes meet briefly and he has to physically restrain himself from doing something very fucking stupid. Like telling him he's pretty. Or begging for his number.
Yeah, he's fucked.
"Okay, can I have a name for that?"
"Um..." can he even remember his own name? Probably not. He wants to learn his name but can't see a name tag. Damn. "Barty," he finally gets out. "My name is Barty."
The boy laughs, his face becoming even lovelier in the process. Clearly, Barty's repeated blundering is funny to him. "Alright Barty, that'll be ready on the side for you," the boy flashes him another smile. Barty pulls out his wallet to pay, disappointed at the short interaction, but as he's inserting his card he notices the boy grabbing a cup for hot drinks.
"Shit, sorry," Barty starts, unprepared for any further conversation. "Did I say hot? I meant iced. Large iced latte."
The boy's hand stills from where it was prepared to write Barty's order. "Oh! That's fine, it's the same price."
He grabs a clear plastic cup instead, scribbling on it before passing it to a girl with similar colored hair. They look related, Barty thinks.
Barty pulls his card out, payment finished. This is where he's supposed to walk away and wait for his drink like any other customer. But, well, there's no one behind him, and he really wants to find out this guy's name.
"Sorry about that," Barty scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. His stomach swoops every time he looks at the boy's face. He really is gorgeous. "It's been a weird day."
"Hard classes?" the boy asks, placing his hands on the counter, drumming his fingers.
Barty's eyes widen, taken aback that he was asked a question. He clears his throat. "Nah, not really. I slept through my entire first lecture."
"Wow." the boy deadpans.
"Yeah," Barty huffs out a small laugh. "3 whole hours of sleep. At least it was a good nap," he shrugs.
The boy laughs again, louder this time. Barty really wouldn't mind making it happen again. "3 hours? I guess you really need this latte."
Barty groans, rubbing his hand over his face. "Tell me about it. I forgot to make coffee this morning."
The boy purses his lips, "Glad we could help then."
Barty stands there awkwardly for a moment. He wants to stay and talk, he wants to know everything there is to know about this boy—his name, for starters. Ten minutes ago he was blissfully oblivious to his existence, but he's enlightened now, and there's no way he's forgetting him.
Maybe he's a fool, it's been said before.
"I've uh– it's my first time here. It's nice, I can't believe I've never seen this place before."
The boy hums, nodding. "Well, my sister and I," he gestures to the girl making drinks, "We only opened this place a few weeks ago. It's gotten a fair bit of traction, so that's been nice. But it's new, so don't worry, you haven't been missing out for too long," he shoots Barty a wink and he swears his heart nearly stops.
"Oh," Barty chuckles, his voice higher than normal. "Well maybe I'll come back then." He's testing the waters, trying to read if this guy even cares about his existence outside of an obligation to his job.
"I hope so, would be a shame if this was the last time I saw you," the boy says, leaning forward on the counter. And what? That had to be flirting, right? Right? The boy's eyes rake over his torso in a much more obvious manner, taking time to fully appreciate his appearance.
Barty wants to say something but he finds he's too incoherent to string words together. "Yes," he says lamely. "Yeah, yes. I'll definitely be back."
"I'm looking forward to it," the boy replies, flashing him another grin.
"Here," the girl—his sister—says, passing her brother Barty's drink. The pair seem to have an entire conversation with their eyes, never saying a word out loud. At the end of the exchange, the boy lets out a frustrated sigh. She offers Barty a quick smile before turning swiftly on her heel and disappearing behind a curtain.
The boy holds his drink out. "Here's your iced latte."
Barty's cheeks flush at the reminder of his mistake, taking the coffee and straw from his grasp. If their fingers brush and Barty's face glows pink, nobody has to know.
Barty sticks the straw in the cup, taking a quick sip and practically moaning right in front of the poor man. "Fuck, that's good coffee. You'll be lucky if you don't see me here everyday."
"The coffee's the only reason, huh? It's that good?" the boy asks, raising an eyebrow.
Barty smirks, shrugging as he takes another sip. "Among other things," he says, noticing a faint blush creep up the boy's neck and cheeks. The color reminds him of a rose.
The bell above the door rings faintly, signaling a new customer. Barty spares a quick glance at his phone, the time signaling he only has half an hour before his next class. He reluctantly takes a step back towards the door. "I should probably head out."
"It was nice meeting you Barty," the boy tells him, offering another dazzling smile. Barty has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling back like an idiot.
"You too. I'll see you around, uh..." he hesitates, praying to all that is holy that this infuriatingly attractive boy will finally give him his name.
He rolls his eyes, but Barty can tell it's amiable. "Evan," he fills in. "My name is Evan."
Barty can't help it, a painfully lovestruck grin splits across his face. Evan.
Evan, Evan, Evan.
He likes the way it sounds in his head. Likes it even more when he tells him, "I'll see you around Evan," and walks out the door.
#this WAS NOT meant to be this long#was anyone shocked?#I wasn't#COFFEE SHOP ROSEKILLER#something we need more of#barty's a total loser I love him#evan's just pretty but we knew this#barty “whipped from first sight” crouch jr.#rosekiller#rosekiller microfic#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#barty x evan#evan x barty#rat's silly microfics
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#120x120#pfp icons#spirit icons#aesthetic#aesthetic icons#anime icons#spirit fanfics#runa icons#runa shirakawa#You Were Experienced#I Wasn't#And This is How We Started Dating
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That chapter was engineered to hurt me specifically
#drops random ramblings#csm#csm spoilers#csm part 2#csm manga#chainsaw man#chainsaw man manga#I thought I was over power and Aki#I wasn't
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Had a conversation about Gale's grooming and the individual agrees that with everything I laid out from. the. Game. that Gale was groomed, Mystra and her chosen groomed him...but Somehow the narrative doesn't support that, literally disregarding Everything that is Factual within the game I'm assuming because they don't like him or they want to defend a Canonical groomer.
#I'm...I may have just lost a bit of faith in humanity today#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#this conversation took place over the course of hours#i thought for maybe 10mins i was talking to a sane person#i wasn't#wow...gale haters and mystra defenders kindly Fuck the Fuck off#tw grooming#grooming mention#what a waste of time
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SOON 👀👀👀
#oc kiss week#I spoiled only one of them to their owner and we both agree that you're not ready for it lmao#I WASN'T
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Still thinking about that time I went to mcr's concert, and Summertime played (aka one of my absolute favourite mcr songs ever that is very very special to me. Helps me deal w a bunch of bullshit)
And the girl I wasn't dating yet decided to stand right in front of me, and cling onto me, when I just really wanted to listen to the song
I didn't understand that she was flirting w me, I was mostly confused as to why she wanted to block my view of the stage 💀
I was like "Cool that you like this song too! :)"
(It was hella warm outside, it was very crowded, it was not pleasant.)
#that relationship did not work out#she once got me purposefully drunk at a party so that I'd kiss her (I was uncomfortable and told her no)#she also once took off my sunglasses (that I wear bc I hate light and eye contact) and thought I looked away bc I was flustered#i wasn't#i was very uncomfortable.#she also called me a red flag the first time we met bc i told her that my entire room is red#(i absolutely love the colour red)#she got upset w me multiple times and i never really understood why#im p sure that she (like most of my exes) had an idea of me that doesn't accurately represent who i am#i think she saw me as this very masc lesbian who is sarcastic and flirty#and sure im sarcastic and i can flirt at times#but mostly im a really awkward nerd who is p introverted and is autistic#im sarcastic and bitchy as hell tho#anyway#mcr#my chemical romance
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Avengers Assemble #18 August 21, 2013
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Flashback to when me and my friend made a cover of 'The world is mine' for music class and sang it for all of our class mates the translation is roughly:
Buy leeks down into the frying pan up on the plate.
Just Leeks as healthy it just gonna be get.
(repeat)
Call (insert the phone number to call P1) to get 50% off your next purchase.
insert high-pitched scream
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#I wasn't#but I made this for people that were#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted fred
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had my first driving lesson today. it was easier than i thought.
#just have to try and remember it all now and keep calm#not to suggest i was panicking at all#i wasn't
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Oh pog I just aged
#I WASN'T#EVEN PAYING ATTENTION#Ok but like I'm gonna see the Mario Movie for my bday with a bunch of friends and I'm excited for it and it'll be awesome#which is on Saturday soo not the same day but STILL#and also sleepover at my house with two of my close friends hell yeahs#I'm a sleep paralysis demon I don't get out much 😭#and I'm totally prepared for my voice to get hoarse because I'll be talking a lot#because I barley talk#or I just whisper and mumble idk#uuh yeah 🔥 AUTISM 🔥#I remember when I first found out I had it like 2 or so years ago and I was like#ooh shit EVERYTHING makes so much more sense now#only thing I don't like about my autism is my struggles with directions#like if it's not written down me step by step in a very specific and detailed way I'm gonna have a hard time#other than that being autistic is nice I love being a deranged fucking GREMLIN#I'm getting VERY off topic UM#back to playing Cuphead for me#still gotta S rank all the DLC bosses#/#rambles
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Sasageyo motherfuckers
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love being like "yeah i'm a gamer~ :)" and in the background there's low-opacity footage of me getting my ass rocked in easy mode
#in even lower opacity behind that#is the moment i blasted myself into oblivion with a missile launcher#i thought i was far enough away#i wasn't
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Me: let's look at my outline for inspiration
My outline:
I don't know what I was expecting myself to do with this, tbh.
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