#dearest anna

[becabeale143]

[iwilldoitallforyou]

Chills in your inbox

—Anna (very cool girl who likes to bug J)

Welcome in Anna, get comfortable.

@bitterredwines I’m slowly stealing your anons

[christiangeistdorfer]

AYRTON SENNA at a press conference during the 1990 HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX

[rhacgal-archived-blog]

&& - anna.

@his-last-lieutenant || meme x

‘‘Would you believe that I was struck by lightning while in flight and lived to tell you the tale?’‘ Rhaegal smiles, watching Anna’s bemusement. Her touch felt nice and cool against his hot skin. ‘‘So, what happened to the massage I was promised?’‘

[helpwherearethedirections]

GIVE ME IDEAS FOR HALLOWEEN COSTUMES PLEASE ONES FUNKY CHARACTERS WHO HAVE NO SHAME WOULD DO, ONES THAT TAKE WAY TOO MUCH EFFORT

ty ily

omg i love you too... i assume this is for characters so that is what i’m aiming for

• my mind blanked

• this one is a couple’s/friend’s/sibling’s/enemies i dunno costume idea. y’know those completely black skintight costumes that completely cover everything. it’s spooky. and camouflage. anyway that and an angel costume. the person in the costume would be carrying the angel since yk. angels fly. and also camouflage fr fr. dunno if that made sense or not.

• one of my crushes dressed up as a dad once. with those hawaiian vacation tops, they had a mug that said #1 dad, they wore cargo shorts... anyway not to steal but also. it was a great outfit whoop whoop.

• honorary mention to those inflatable dinosaur costumes. i adore them. at hoco i saw a wild pair in fact and in the car i asked them if we could take a picture of them (they said yes).

• complete camouflage. if anybody interacts with this camouflage person be like, “who are you talking to???” cue aha funny joke am i right folks??????

• a spider, but make sure to specifically mention “so i’m the spider that bit spider man, yes i know i know i’m v famous.” they will force people their autographs (that only says spider and nothing else)

• normal clothes, but hold a bowl of cereal. if somebody asks them what they are for halloween they’ll say “i’m a cereal killer.”

• teddy bear with the deepest, scariest voice ever. “do you want a hug?” is repeated multiple times during the night. nightmares occur.

hope this is what you meant LOLLLL

[helpwherearethedirections]

It's a cold, breezy night, and you're tucked away safely in bed, in the style of "the tuck" to keep your feet attached to your ankles and not squelching down the esophagus of the demon that inhabits the hollow space under your bed.

You're warm, like being cocooned in blankets of happiness, peace, and love, that kind of calm that spreads throughout your limbs down to the edges of your fingertips, warming you from the inside out like hot chocolate after a day of snowman-making.

You're dozing off, watching sheep leap over the fence with ballerina-like grace, almost seeming to float like the fairies that roam many a secret garden in the world.

But then...

You hear a crunch.

And it came from under your bed.

Absolute terror floods into my mind, as the graceful sheep now were trapped in the rocky, stormy black seas that coolly symbolized my fears and were struggling to keep their head afloat. I tried to keep myself calm, for my breaths were atypical and my whole body continued to shake, and it was quite annoying if I do say so myself. All I could think of were the awful, awful possibilities that it could mean. A crunch. A crunch that sounded so closely to a feral animal finally catching up to its prey and victoriously threw itself onto the throat of the bunny rabbit. The crack of the neck thundered. I made a feeble attempt to erase the horrible imagery. There would be no sense as to why vicious animals would be under my bed, and even if they were frolicking merrily down there, I could hardly understand why the crunching noise continued. And each time a crunch was present, it got louder. In fact, it boomed. But then I understood. I finally understood. And as easily as my wife left me, utter and total despair forced itself inside of my soul and left me paralyzed, unable to fend for myself. It was under there. I didn't want to see It. Not again. Not after all those years. I could not even trust myself to move, to check. If I did trust myself, I would've tried to massage my forehead to calm the pain that memories of It suddenly gave me. But I had to. I needed to. Otherwise It would think I was a coward, that my inability to do anything was pathetic and puny. That It was free to torment me however it'd like, specifically when I was just trying to get a good night's rest before my court case with me trying to get my kids back from their mother. So I took a deep breath. And I thought of those sheep, those sheep launching its little legs out and gloriously landing without one concern. I would do it for those beautiful sheep. Creak. I slipped out of my blankets and took one step on the sleek, wooden floors. I found comfort in my fluffy, bunny slippers and reluctantly, I crouched down to glance at It. Of course, since I didn't bring a flashlight, I didn't see the overall appearance of It. But that was for the better, as if I truly saw It's true form, then I would revert back to a mere fetus. That was just how it was. But what I could see was the bright, dangerous gaze of It. Their red eyes stared back at me, as if they had been waiting for me. Like they had a message. Something from under the bed rolled to my slippers. It distracted me. A half-chewed bone. A hippo bone, I could recognize a hippo bone from anywhere. And that is when It struck. The last thing I saw were those disgustingly, horrible red eyes. Almost as red as the blood that was shed that night.

[helpwherearethedirections]

this is a tumblr hug, pass it on to your ten favorite followers and mutuals💖

(i start bawling my eyes out)

feeling extremely attacked by this love, thaenk

[helpwherearethedirections]

who would you be willing to kill in order to finish a wip and actually be happy with it :)

i thought this was talking about like real people but then i read wip and i was like .... 'ooooohhh both scenarios are equally valid.' anyway, my current (at least, it used to be current and now i might've buried it in a dust so i'm gonna spoiler it) wip actually had a very, very important character dying. it was planned the moment i started the document, that this SPECIFIC character needed to die because that was the only way that the plot could work. i feel like a lot of times in literature there's always these situations where the protagonist barely escapes but somehow they do, even though it's basically impossible, and i'm not afraid to make the protagonist lose. i'd be happy with any death! if it finishes my wip and it makes sense in the story and in fact adds more depth, then it was worth it. i guess attachment in character does exist, but it probably does help that i can always think of them alive as in. the past. and one-shots will always revive them. (but it probably helps that my motivation is so little that i haven't gotten the chance to kill a character off in stories LMAOOOO) sorry for the long answer !! hope it answered your question n i didn't misinterpret it by any means <333