Oop just had a revelation
Oop just had a revelation
Adam finds out that Tanner did give the information about the BBK to Luna or even helped her to escape his place:
The Noir Guys captured Tanner and now he’s facing Adam:
Adam (to Noir Guys): Leave us alone.
*Noir Guys leave whileTanner fearlessly looks into Adam’s eyes*
Adam: I never expected this from you. And what I don’t understand is WHY?! Why would you do IT?! You know the consequences ...
Tanner: I guess you just don’t know people aswell as you think you do. You’ve miscalculated: I love Luna more than I fear you.
*Adam gets angry and freaks out*
Adam: NO!! YOU’VE MISCALCULATED!! YOU SHOULD HAVE FEARED ME MORE!!
-Hopefully, you remember this quote from somewhere xD
#Libye : Berlin confirme la tenue de la présidentielle
“L’accord de cessez-le-feu du 23 octobre doit être pleinement mis en œuvre, y compris par le retrait de toutes les forces étrangères de Libye”, a déclaré Antony Blinken, le secrétaire d’Etat américain, à Berlin. Il a également indiqué que les Etats-Unis partagent avec l’Allemagne “l’objectif d’une Libye souveraine, stable, unifiée et sûre, libre de toute ingérence étrangère”. Lire aussi → Ces…
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Originally Posted: ??/??/2021
Pairing(s): Tanner Grayton x FTM!Reader.
Warnings: Stalking, dub-con.
The man had tied you up earlier in the evening, handcuffs thrown over the poster of your headboard to keep you in place. You glance over at the clock, it's nearly midnight. When you look back up at him, he holds a large tupperware box, full of a black liquid. When he holds it under the light, you can see that it's just a very deep red...and you know what that means. "You would look so gorgeous painted with their blood." Your ex, he has been harassing you for some time so you're glad he's gone but he didn't deserve to die. The man in a lab coat pops off the lid and raises the container to his face, taking in a long inhale before groaning in satisfaction. Reaching down, he slides up your shirt to reveal your chest, gently pushing it all the way up, under your chin. "I did you a favour, sweet thing. Savour it with me." With that, he pours a generous amount of the thick, red liquid down your torso. It stinks of iron and death and it's still warm. You wriggle and gasp in disgust and horror as the blood inches across your skin.
A gentle fingertip trails through the thick puddle of blood on your torso, tracking a line of crimson along your sternum, before the suited man softly grabs your face. You try to stay calm but your heart is still racing. "Wh-Who are you...?" You manage and his dark eyes widen before he smiles twistedly. "I've been keeping an eye on you for a while now. The world can be a scary place, you know? My name is Tanner and, I guess, I'm your guardian angel." He's mad... You can't help when tears well up in your eyes, spilling over onto your cheeks. "Shhh... Don't cry, I'm here now. I'll take care of you."
It's been a few minutes since he drenched you with warm blood. He uses his hands to collect it and spread it along your skin, turning it a bright crimson as it clots and turns sticky. The only spot left untouched are the streaks of tears down your cheeks where the blood has been washed away. "He won't be bothering you again, I promise. I'll protect you." He coos softly before standing back. "You look perfect, sweet thing. I suppose this is all he was ever good for." "... Tanner, please..." His eyes widen again and he smiles widely. "You said my name. Say it again. Please." He whispers, laying a cheek against your blood-stained chest. "T-T-Tanner." "Yes, sweet thing?" He asks, his cheek sticking to your body thanks to the drying blood. "... Why?" "Why? Because I love you."
Reaching into the box, Tanner slicks his fingers with more blood before sliding his hand between your legs, his long, talented fingers gently pinching at your enlarged clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Sobbing, you arch your back, trying to squeeze your thighs together as he stimulates you, his fingers lubricated by your ex's still-warm blood. "You're getting excited, sweet thing, why're you fighting it?" He asks, flicking your clit under the hood and making you yelp as even more tears stream down your face. "Maybe you hate being covered in him, after all he did to you? That would make sense. Stay right here." He states, as if you can move anywhere. He comes back with a bowl of warm water and a flannel. "I just thought you'd be glad to know he's dead." He explains off-handedly as he softly scrubs congealing blood from your torso. You have to admit, the feeling of the water on your skin eases your nerves some, until he reaches below your waist, cleaning your inner thighs and then running the flannel along your core, sticky with blood. The rough texture against your clit has you whining lowly. "There, all clean. Sorry, I got a little carried away. I've always dreamed of being able to touch you just like this." He wipes off his hands before placing the bowl of bloody water to one side.
Tanner trails a fingertip over the scars beneath your pectorals before leaning down to lavish them with kisses. He's acting like this is your first time together as a couple but you've never seen him before. Still, he's touching you in all the right ways, in all the right places. Unbuttoning his coat and shrugging out of it, Tanner lays on his stomach between your legs and you press your thighs together to keep some of your pride. "Don't worry, sweet thing. You're so handsome." He manages to pry your legs apart -- he's deceptively strong -- to take in the sight of you. "Mmnnn... I can't wait to taste you." He moans lowly, taking in the scent of you, before diving in to take your clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Your knees buckle, your body caught between pushing him away and anchoring him between your legs. You try your best to stifle your noises but, without anything to cover your mouth, they fall from your lips. Dark, lustful eyes rise to meet your own as Tanner continues eating you out. When he pulls away, your slick coats his lips and he licks away all he can. "You taste lovely, sweet thing... Let's see how far I can take you."
remembering acoc discourse just reminds me how unnecessary it all was because? all of the decisions made were deeply in character which was part of the reason it was so intentionally uncomfortable. everyone at the table chose to move forward with their character's motivations and personality at the forefront of everything they did. there are easier decisions that could have been made to diffuse tension but wouldn't have been as honest to the character.
if waren doesn’t like you vespa knows he definitely won’t
Tanner and the Kidnapper! 😰😨😱💉😈
very encouraging that my only options for disclosing my sexuality on this psychiatric intake form are heterosexual, homosexual, and bisexual. i’m sure my new psychiatrist will be very understanding when i explain why i didn’t fill out that field and will definitely not waste my time and money with invasive questions about my libido that are entirely irrelevant to my treatment goals
i am me independently of what words are used to describe me
fucking help im editing something and im going through the frames of this video and
“We assume that they are running at a certain pressure, and a certain camber. And with a margin on it, of course, we run in a condition that is OK for the tyre.
“In that case, we didn't achieve these conditions, not because teams were doing something against the regulations, but because they were looking as usual for performance, and that created a different scenario to what we were expecting. And the different scenario was that mainly the tyres were running at a lower pressure compared to expectation.”
Isola said that the teams had not done anything against the regulations because there is no minimum running pressure that needs to be adhered to.
However, that is changing for next year when teams must run with a standard pressure sensor as part of F1’s new rules era.
“If the regulation is not written that there is a running pressure that you have to respect, I cannot say that they were doing something against the regulation in their search of more performance," continued Isola.
Isola said that the issue was not totally down to the tyre pressures at those two teams being below what was expected.
Another contributing factor was that Pirelli’s predictions for car performance over the weekend, based on data that teams had supplied, were not in line with how they really fared out on track.
“When we prepare the prescriptions [for minimum pressure], we receive the simulations and we consider margins,” he said.
“The expected loads, the downforce or the speed, are simulated, so it is not exactly the value that we find on track. And in this case in Baku, we also found some parameters that were not exactly what we found on track.”
We absolutely need to see Tanner with some messy hair and more casual style in the future!
Also, how he’s smoking some cigarettes?
Maybe some collab with Luna too?
Tanner simps in a nutshell