#thread: tanner

[elliealdenkamp]

elizabeth had been aimlessly wondering around the hotel, eyes wide at both the familiar and unfamiliar rooms and corridors. it was never quite expected from her, but she was a massive horror fan. something about the artistry and theatrics of the entire genre always stuck with her—not to mention the exhilarating feel of her heart pounding in her chest. at some point her feet lead her to the steps of the massive front deck, eyes quickly finding one peter parker. an excited smile spread across her lips, feet carrying her to the top of the stairs. “is our friendly neighborhood spider-man up for a game of drink or dare?” the girl asked, leaning down to throw her arms around his shoulders from behind.

@tannerisaacs

[saffiealbright]

knock... knock... knock.. seraphina stood in the hastings hallway, porcelain skin and long red locks quite literally framed by a large piece of artwork hung on the wall behind her. grey sweats and a white tee hung from her frame and under her arm she held a laptop, thin and silver and quite big for its given name. it shifted in her gasp as she leaned from one leg to the other, head tilting a bit and gaze forward on the door. if someone were to walk down the hall at that moment they’d probably assume she was meeting up with someone to study, but oh, how they’d be wrong. no, saf was bored—and a bored saf sought out mischief... or at least something amusing to fill the time. with tanner presumably on the other side of the door, either was somewhat possible. maybe, with a bit of a push. “tanner,” she called, leaning a bit closer and knocking again. “if you're fucking carmen just let me know and i’ll come back later.” her voice carried down the hall, catching the attention of a couple passersby. @tannerisaacs​

[raynaxvcughn]

🤕 on of our muses get’s injured/sick // @tcnnerfrcy​

“Look, it’s fine- it was just a little hit on the head. Nothing to worry about.” Rayna commented, squinting as the other flashed a bright light in her eyes, having a sense of deja vu and crossing her fingers in hopes that the other wouldn’t pick anything up from her past injuries. “I didn’t need to come here, people were just being sensitive and overprotective, I’m fine.”

[gunthingarchive-blog]

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs, lips tugged sideways in a crooked smile; and groans as he stretches his arms, then tucks them behind his head. “Good ole Tanner will always be here to take the fall when other people can’t be assed to. Anyways, there’s Old Crow in the cabinet if you wanna not deal with it anymore.”

@astroran, from this.

[gunthingarchive-blog]

“Shiiit... ain’t you Brady Westlake?” His eyes and mouth gape wide briefly before the latter stretches in a wide smile, “I knew I seen you somewhere! Fuck me sideways -- I saw you pound that guy raw back in ninety-nine. Live. You're a motherfuckin’ king. Lemme buy you a beer, huh?”

@bonnmot, from Tanner.

[gunthingarchive-blog]

“Lookie here, lookie here. Don’t I feel fuckin’ fancy seeing you ‘round my parts'a town?” His first week out of the can and he’s already not quite doing his best to stay out of trouble. What would mama say if she saw him now? Eh -- fuck that old bitch. She didn’t so much as pick up his calls, let alone come to visit. Not even once. The driver’s face feels more familiar than hers which is... well, maybe it’s sad, considering the amount of time he’a spent with the man without a name before he got himself arrested came to a whopping grand total of maybe a couple of hours -- but Tanner wouldn’t fucking know. He’s too busy getting drunk on cheap whiskey and Lone Star.

He settles down on the stool beside the driver’s and tips his half-empty bottle towards him in a semi-greeting. “To what do I owe this unparalleled pleasure?”

@flightriisks.