witwicky.

i'm just a boy, i'm not a hero.

[wxtwicky]

tagged by: martyriou repost this & tag ten people you want to get to know better.  t a g g i n g ; i dont fuckin know

name: zach. nicknames: zakkun. birthday: march 28. gender: good question  sexual orientation: asexual time and date at current moment: 11:01 pm january 2nd average hours of sleep: 5 lucky number: 4 last thing i googled: how to import textures to photoshop first word that comes to mind: steak one place that makes me happy: ireland how many blankets i sleep under: 3 favorite fictional character: tetsuo shima. book: akira idk its a manga STILL COUNTS animation: akira tv show: evangelion, fate/zero, uhhh buffy favorite beverage: dr pepper favorite food: spaghet last movie i’ve seen in cinemas: the hobbit: botfa dream holiday: iceland with the bae dream wedding: uh dream job: therapist or psychologist

[wxtwicky]

вυт αre yoυ ѕυre yoυ're тнe reαl wιтwιcĸy

DONT GIVE ME AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

[wxtwicky]

don't listen to ANYTHING those autobots say, you hatched in a loving and supporting environment, don't let the autobot propaganda take this away from you

thank u mama birb starscream, i love u always xoxo

[wxtwicky]

LOOK WHO'S BACK. BACK AGAIN.

WILL THE REAL SAM WITWICKY PLS STAND UP

[wxtwicky]

independent sam witwicky from the michael bay transformers films. selective in following, but not restrictive in who i roleplay with. set post-age of extinction, but for convenience, i can place him anywhere.

written by zacharie. tracks #wxtwicky.

open to novella, script, crack roleplaying. may be nsfw, all will be tagged accordingly. tags triggers accordingly and will tag anything if asked.

[wxtwicky]

                   HOME | LAW | MESSAGE

[wxtwicky]

BACK AFTER 5 MONTHS OF ABSENCE AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYE

[wxtwicky]

HELLO

[wxtwicky]

brush your teeth

[wxtwicky]

And stop hanging out with the Autobots... these guys are trouble, I don't want to see you talking to them ever again

i swear 2 god MOM

[wxtwicky]

There is too much sugar in your diet, start eating healthily

STOP RIDING MY ASS MOM

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aka coyote didnt put any effort into the ff graphic

        HEY— less than a week and birdlegs is already followed by more than 100 people? You people must be lost. All he does is screech and whine— BUT THANK. That really means a lot!! Giant homosexual robots from space are one of my oldest fandoms and finding out that, woah, you can have a proper RP blog for one of them was a true delight! Which leads to this important part of the follow forever:

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO:

pax-tibi, turanos, advinus, wxtwicky and sleekscience !! — honestly, I don’t think I would have made this blog if it weren’t for all of you (especially optidad and megs)! Seeing your wonderful blogs was the main source of my inspiration, so THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH!!

OTHER AMAZING FOLKS THAT I LIKE A LOT <3333:

oblitusanima;; agnellae;; pxlemistis;; lutecea;; parasiitic;; naviyeager;; scrapsandliquor;; araiignee;; optiimxs;; sic—em;; thewrongproclivity;; redemptiox;; honoras;; 

                                                               SO, THANK YOU ALL ONCE AGAIN!

                                                                                                                          —birdlegs out

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"I don’t know, Sam.     Get up and ask him.

 God you’re grumpy in the morning.” 

[wxtwicky]

                    "i'm only grumpy when i'm rudely awakened."                            he pushes himself up into a sitting position, crack-                            ing his neck. it was awful nice that the yeagers off-                            ered him a play to stay while he was hiding from the                            government--and the decepticons--but damn, they                            could be pushy.

[wxtwicky]

Have you found a job yet

mom pls go awey

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"No. You’ve gotta get up, your goddamn car    has been asking for you all morning.” 

[wxtwicky]

                    "what does he want?"

[wxtwicky]

                    "dear god, don't let me wake up yet."

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                            [  the pest is getting anxious and the sight of its flailing limbs                                manages to satisfy him a little bit. Starscream looks away,                                freezing for a moment and checking his sensors— nothing.                                nobody is coming to the rescue, nobody knows. ever since                                the Chicago ( what a giant fiasco that was… ) the humans                                seemed extra keen on knocking him down from the sky.                                unfortunately for them, their puny atmosphere was already                                his kingdom. ] 

                             ”Stay where you are.” he crouches with a whine of his servos,                               bits of coolant that dripped from the schemer’s maw almost                               landed on the boy. “You think that your pathetic human forces                               can catch me? Really?”

                           [ did the boy not know about his prowess? was he unaware of the                              fact that Starscream was indeed the best flier in the whole                       galaxy?                                                    ignorant worm. ]

                            “Stay in place and talk, boy! Where are your Autobot friends,                               you still keep in touch with your  P E T S, don’t you?” his words                               are suddenly sickeningly sweet, the second-in-command is                               basically drooling with mocking politeness and gentleness that                               didn’t fit his ferocious frame.

[wxtwicky]

                    coolant just about falls onto his chest,                            but he moves out of the way just in time for                            it to splatter onto the cement beside him. he                            lets out a quiet 'uck', then props himself up                            onto his elbows to peer up at the drooling,                            aggressive decepticon above him.

                    "pets? i don't know what you're talking about,"                            sam replies with a sickeningly innocent tone.                            "no, really, i don't know where they are. maybe                            ask the psycho killer government that's been                            hunting them down?

                    "oh, that's right, you can't--because they'll try to                            kill you, too. and you're scared of that possibility.                            don't even try to tell me you aren't!" was he really                            talking like this to starscream, of all robots? really?                            did he have a death wish? that had to be the only                            possible explanation.

                    scrunching his nose up, he dared to stand up, cra-                            ning his neck to look at the decepticon above him.

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It would seem that the universe had made the decision to see Sam for him, for the boy was suddenly in front of him, and Bee was painfully aware of the familiar fingers grazing over the hood of the vehicle.

Slowly, Bee transformed back into his true body, the tall bot with vivid blue optics and a vibrant yellow paint job. He stayed on his hands and knees, so to make himself less noticeable and low enough to look Sam in the eye.

          ❝ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ.❞

His radio was low in volume, mimicking a whisper, and it was the best he could do. Bee would be surprised if his arms weren’t trembling, perhaps with sorrow.

          ❝Hi, Sam.❞

He managed to say that with his own voice. foregoing the help of a different voice played from an earth channel of some sort of sit com or song.

[wxtwicky]

                    he didn't even flinch as the car transformed,                            as if he was expecting it. though he did look ar-                            ound to make sure no one else is watching. he                            didn't want bee to be caught by the government                            and have god-knows-what happen to him.

                    the smallest of smiles crossed over his lips.

                    "hi, bee."

                    his own voice was low, and sam reached up to run                            his palm over bee's metal cheek. those sad, blue                            optics are trained on him. he was vaguely reminded                            of a puppy. the man stepped forward then, doing his                            best to hug the robot around the neck.

                    "missed you, buddy," he whispered, blinking his eyes                            shut. whatever you do, sam, don't cry. but it'd been so                            long since he last saw his friend. he nuzzled against                            metal, keeping hazel eyes shut tight.

[pinklxdy]

      ❝ i’d have to see you begging for           myself to be the judge of that. ❞

[wxtwicky]

                    "beg- begging? yeah, that's                            definitely out of the question."