bella

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call me crazy but i still can’t believe this shit happened at one point lmao

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the whole ryan-dt thing disappoints me so much bro i always just wanted to believe that the twins had big hearts and wouldt just say all that positivity stuff to be posers. 💔

i dont think anyone is 100% who they portray themselves to be online but i will say that we’ve always known the kind of people the twins were way more than we’ve known ryan

he has his side of the story and im not gonna invalidate it but im also not inclined to believe it all either

still gotta remember that these guys were only like 20 when this shit was going down

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i need more friends on here

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idk why but ive been feeling my dark scorpio energy taking over recently

need to paint my nails black, get like 10 new piercings, do my makeup with blood and drink red wine till i die

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Umm yessss pls tell us all about the Ryan thing, I think it’s safe to say we’re intrigued

alright

so basically he said that gray had flown out a girl he had been talking to at the time to NJ and apparently it was a girl that had also been friends with ryan for the past 4 years. ryan said the twins were filming w mando and he had just gotten off the phone with his ex after she had broken up with him and he was crying a bunch. the girl gray flew out, also ryan’s friend, went to him and asked if he wanted to take a walk and talk about it. ryan said that when they had gotten back, the twins flipped out on him and gray was yelling at him saying that he “crossed a line” and that they couldn’t live together anymore. ethan texted him apologizing and went over to ryan’s house to talk but ryan said all he asked was to look through his phone to see if he had any “incriminating” photos of them.

he said that the twins are manipulative people and that money and fame changed them. he also said that they promised him 10k to train them and 3k a month to be on the podcast. he went on to talk about some other personal stuff that had happened with him but i wont air that out.

i know for a 100% fact that there’s probably more to the story that he wasnt letting on but probably didnt say so that he’d be able to victimize himself. dont really know why gray would flip out on him for going on a walk w his gf if nothing happened but yeah weird behavior

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ive been reading so many dark romance books recently and im really wondering why i didnt get into this earlier

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TOM BLYTH | The Hook (x)

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uhhhh WHAT HELLO??? ryan gave u his number and did WHAT??? thats craaaazy, no way. i remember watching the whole situation unfold and being disappointed in the twins, but can you tell us since u know insider info if the whole thing was realistically portrayed online? i always wondered

im going to be honest, i have no memory of what the twins said happened with him but ryan made it sound a lil ridiculous. i can explain if u want me to but i cant tell you if it was realistically explained just because i dont remember LMAO

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since nobody gives a fuck anymore, im just gonna say that 3 years ago when the twins and ryan karoly had a falling out, ryan gave me his number and gave me all the tea about what happened. no clue why he did that bc i was a literal stranger 💀 but yeah isnt that crazy LMAO

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Do you know where i can read paolo (persistence-ofmemories) stuff it was so good and i miss it!

just spent the last hour going through old reblogs on my page to find some. reblogged them again for you! it’s not much but it’s something

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Serendipity (g.d)

a/n: part two to extraordinary 

word count: ~3.2K 

summary: sometimes the universe likes to fuck around and teach you a lesson about timing 

(gif by the wonderful @graysonsbailey​) 

There was no spark when Grayson met Stella. 

Everyone’s always talking about the “spark.” That serendipity moment where you meet the person you were meant to be with and everything just falls right into place. You’re supposed to just know, and Grayson didn’t. He didn’t know, when he caught Stella’s white smile across the produce at Whole Foods. His hand was hovering over a tomato, and she was waiting for the juicer to fill her bottle with freshly squeezed OJ. The attraction was there, the meet-cute was there, the sexual tension was definitely there– and was carried out within the week in Stella’s apartment. But Grayson didn’t know. He looked at her and he thought this could be the girl of my dreams, because it made sense at the time.

But then he woke up in Diana’s studio, with her loud dryer, and her ugly cat, and her kind smile, and he knew a lot more than he thought he should know for someone who’d gotten engaged a couple of weeks ago. 

To be fair, considering the pounding headache and fuzzy memory, Grayson knew a lot less, logistically, about his actions from the previous night. But when it came to the spark, it was pretty much there. Because Diana’s eyes did that glittering thing when she smiled at him, and Grayson’s heart did that flittering thing he doesn’t think it’s ever done for Stella, even when she was naked. 

And, good god, is that an ugly cat. 

He stares at it–Friday?– challengingly, his jaw tight as those yellow eyes lay judgement on him and make the guilt and uncertainty pool out of him like an open wound. It’s quiet for a few moments. Just the sound of Diana’s washer going, a siren in the distance, the buzzing of the refrigerator. Finally, Grayson sighs. 

“So, that’s it then?“ 

Diana looks up from where she was fidgeting with the end of her table cloth. "Hm?" 

Grayson leans back in the chair, clapping a hand on his thigh. "My engagement is over." 

He says it flatly. There’s no shock to it, no remorse, no sadness. Just a statement of fact. 

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okay but I would 100% bawl if grayson said “you look like you need a hug”

“You look like you need a hug.” 

You hated him for that. You really did. Because up until this point, you were doing fine. You saw the blur in your peripheral, but had manage to swallow back the tears enough to get you out of your shit show of a job, into your car, driven in complete silence, gone to the grocery store, and gotten home without breaking down as much as your body was asking you to. Your throat hurt from how much it wanted to just cry. 

And you were doing fine holding your ground. Until you set all the groceries on the kitchen island and Grayson turned the corner. You hated the way that his smile hit the floor when he saw your face, any excitement of seeing you gone when he gauged your expression. 

“You look like you need a hug.” 

You dropped your hands onto the counter with a huff, the tears finally falling and hitting the marble. “Yeah, Gray, well, I could really use a fucking hug.” 

Your tone was so sharp, your eyes were so wide, and your face was so red, Grayson wasn’t sure if you were serious. He ducked his head, arms held in awkward semi-circles in front of him. “Can... Can I-- come here.” 

He helped you close the distance, taking half a step forward while you just walked over to him and stepped into his embrace. His arms wound around you, warm and big and strong as always. He was wearing Prism today, and the sweet scent melded so well with his natural musk that you couldn’t help but inhale a breath of him. You buried your face as deep as you could get into his neck, your arms squeezing his middle, and Grayson tightened his arms even more when he felt the tremble of your body when you just let yourself cry. 

“Shh,” he whispered. He peppered kisses along your hairline, and you’d give up your lungs easily for the tight way he was squeezing you. You’d give anything up to stay in here, suffocated by his warmth, his love, and his comfort, and never have to deal with piece of shit people or coworkers ever again. 

haha this was shitty but love u lynds thanks for sending one in 

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COSMO (g.d.)

DOCTOR! GRAYSON MASTERLIST 

Summary: Dahlia Isley’s mother told her children come from the earth, grown and picked by those who need them most. It was a sweet alternative to the bullshit stork story, but Dahlia soon attributed it to just that: a story. But then something bloomed in her garden: unexpected, shocking, and just when she needed it most.

Author’s note: Thank you so much for being patient as I work on this new project here :) It’s a big different than what I’m used to writing, and it gave me some challenges for sure, but I hope you’re as excited to go on this journey as I am :) As always, please leave me feedback, and you’re welcome to ask questions and send concepts!

CHAPTER ONE

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I can so see Graysons girl best friend in uni and he’s just ranting about his hookups not texting him back and she’s just like ‘Grayson you’re handsome find someone else if you’ll excuse me I have a thesis to write’

As much as you love Grayson Dolan-- and you’ll never admit to yourself just how deep your love goes, let alone him or anyone else-- there’s just certain moments in your life where you could do without him. 

Those, of course, are his favorite moments to decide to turn up. Like now, where he’s confident in your habit of leaving your dorm’s door unlocked after 3 pm on Thursdays since he’s got Sociology in the building next door. You just have to hear the violent way that the door bursts open, and hear that familiar huff from your asthmatic best friend who has no idea how to measure his strength, to know that any hope you had of outlining your paper for your honors thesis was out the window. 

And yet, you persevere. Sometimes, when he’s sleep-deprived enough, and the line at starbucks is too long, he just comes over to nap. And those days are easy. His big ass body just throwing himself on your bed, a mumbled out ‘hey’ and suddenly: he’s snoring. You wish for that now as you listen to his heavy footsteps, but it’s suddenly ruled out. 

Grayson pauses by the chair next to your desk-- Ethan calls it the witness stand, considering how much gets exposed by anyone who sits in it. Your backpack is currently engulfed in the soft plush of your blanket and the clothes you were wearing this morning for class before coming home to don your usual sweatpants. Without a word, Grayson moves everything to the floor and turns to plop down. You know you’re in for it when you glance up and see him turn the brim of his baseball cap to the back of his head. 

“Bro,” he finally says, tilting his phone towards you. You don’t even need to glance down. he’s got a new girl on there every other day, it seems like. “You know Jasmine, from stats? She gave me an asthma attack last night.” 

Up until this point, you were unamused. Any mental picture of the man you were secretly in love with in bed with another woman sent your blood boiling. But the mental picture of him wheezing and needing his inhaler mid-thrust is funny enough to have you breaking character. You look at him. He hasn’t shaved in a few days-- insisting on growing back his mustache from last December that apparently got him more ass than ever. He hasn’t gotten a haircut either, wisps of brown waves peeking out from under his hat. That dazzling smile that makes you melt, those big hazel eyes that look way more innocent than he actually is. He’s giving you this dopey smirk, his eyebrows thick and arched over his eyes, waiting for your laugh. You give it to him, shaking your head. “Gray-- how?” 

“Listen, I don’t say this often, but I think she might have been the best sex of my life. I’m rotating her right to the top.” 

“Shit, above Lizzie?” 

“Yo, fuck Lizzie, bro. She’s dating Omar now.” 

“Omar, the guy that introduced you guys at Drew’s party?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What the fuck-- does he know?” 

“I literally gave him a play by play. All his moves? Are my moves.” He rolls his eyes. “she was top tier, bro.” 

“if only you were willing to offer her as much stability and commitment as Omar,” you click your tongue, and he laughs, shaking his head. 

“Chill, chill,” he looks down at his phone, going serious for a second, and then groaning. “Jasmine’s busy tonight though. I think she’s ghosting me.” 

“Whatever shall you do?” you say, turning back to your computer. Grayson exhales, locking his phone and laying his head back against the chair, shimmying down until he’s at optimal comfort. You can feel his eyes on you, but choose to ignore it. You’ve been staring at the blank document of your paper’s outline for about five minutes. 

“Did you do something to your hair?” Grayson asks after a few minutes of silence. You glance at him, and then at the mirror on the wall by your desk. You’d retouched your roots last night, but it’s not something that most people really noticed. It’s not something Grayson ever noticed. 

Sitting up, you swivel around to face him, eyebrows cocked. “No.” 

He blinks innocent eyes at you, but his smile is up to no good. He holds his hands up. “What? You didn’t change your hair?” 

“Yes, I did. But I’m not doing whatever you’re trying to start. I have to get this paper done, and you’ve got a phone full of girls you can call.” 

He groans, dramatic, his knees swinging in front of him. He looks lazy, and cuddly, and giant, and cocky, and sexy. You shake your head. “Come on, the last time we did it was so good...” he smirks. “Probably better than Jasmine.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you lie, your cheeks burning. You recall very well just how good it was to fuck Grayson two weeks ago when his booty call didn’t pan out so you invited him over for a wine night. It was everything you’d ever expect from him, down to him getting dressed as soon as you were done. You thought about it nearly every second of every day, and how much you wouldn’t let it happen again, for the sake of your friendship. 

Your friendship that is now here: with Grayson horny, bored, and begging you for another go. 

“It’ll be quick. I’ll do that thing you like.” 

“I would like for you to exit my dorm and find someone else’s time to waste.” 

He frowns. “Why are you being like this?” 

“Grayson. You’re a handsome man. You’ve got plenty of people on this campus who want to fuck you. You don’t need to be this lazy, settling for me. Just go do you, so I can get my work done.” 

You pull him to his feet now. He’s heavy, but for the most part lets you push him out, slowly, his smile gone. He stops when you open the door, his eyes a lot softer. “You think I’m settling for you?” 

You look up at him. And for a moment, you almost fall for it. It’s hard not to, when he smells this good and looks even better and you already know he can use every asset he has. But you shake your head. “I’ll call you later. Bye.” 

You don't catch what he says when you close the door in his face, leaning against it with a heavy sigh, biting back the tears that catch you by surprise when they prick at your eyes. 

As much as you love Grayson Dolan, there’s just certain moments in your life where you could do without him. Like now, when you’re trying to concentrate on your work, but all you can think about is him, and how you’ll never truly have him. 

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Where’s the clip of the watermelon yk for science of course 👁

this one 👁

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oh just saw this on my feed and needed to bring it back to everyone’s attention

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not gonna lie yall, my latest obsession is tom blyth lmaoo i thought i preferred him with the blonde hair in the hunger games but i watched billy the kid and it just confirmed that i will always prefer boys with cute brown hair so i feel slightly relieved

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heyyy hello, how are you? im new to your blog but its so nice to see a somewhat-active member of the dt fandom, i’ve been searching all over for someone to share my “obsession” with. are you open to scenario ideas in your inbox, just to discuss them?

im good hi welcome!! yeah its been such a long time since ive really seen anything regarding the twins but ofc im always open to scenarios or something hehe