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Okay but I seriously DO NOT GET what ppl mean when they say "Grayson was so out of character in The Grandest Game" cuz no?? He wasn't??

Istg these are the readers that either-

1. Have only read the og trilogy and jumped straight to TGG or

2. Are still bitter about Javery (its 2025 y'all, let go).

Grayson's character in TGG is NOT ooc, hell its not even close to it. We as readers need to understand just HOW MUCH Grayson was hurting post-final gambit. He had his trust broken by Eve and lost Avery in the process. It was messy af for him and he was already going on a downward spiral. So when he realized that all three of his brothers had found love, that was the last straw. Bcuz now, in Grayson's eyes, he himself was unlovable and he had nobody to share that with, nobody who would understand. He was lonely.

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne is emotionally and mentally unstable. This is clearly highlighted in The Brothers Hawthorne with Grayson having thoughts like "I'm unlovable" or "Why should I have the ring?" or "Ill never have a Libby". TBH is a must read to understand just how Grayson's character has changed and adapted to his heartbreak. He is lonely, he is hurting and he is learning to open up. he is learning that his feelings are still valid. Thats how he came to terms with Gigi and Savannah, he let himself love.

So why is it so unbelievable that this lonely-hurting yet growing young man finds this one mysterious girl interesting (like cmon. Lyra is a charismatic queen.) and he kisses her. THATS COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE????

Grayson is lonely and hurting but he's learning to let himself feel. He is learning his feelings are valid and so he kissed a girl. Like?? That completely humane bro- what do y'all not get??

THATS ALL FOR MY RANT

Thank you very much.

😌🙃✨

[chaotic-on-main]

I dunno if I have any other fellow Pokemon moots here but I saw this cute trend and wanted to try it out!

Take this quiz to see what gym leader type you'd be!

Make your team!

Do this picrew to visualize you as a gym leader!

I chose 3rd Gen (but the remake so Alpha/Omega) because it was my very first one!

Tagging: @averysmolbear @humanitys-strongest-bamf @youre-ackermine @roseofdarknessblog @missamity @levis-squishy-cheeks @icansmellsouls @dkbktk420 @elnyrae @romantichomicide95 @phantom-fanfom-blog @sckerman @genyastolemyheart @happybird16 @the-milk-anon @wyvernslovecake @bruhm0mentum anyone else who sees this!

If you're not interested in Pokemon, please ignore! But I'd love to see your type anyways if you wanna jump in!! 💕

[physics-of-one-piece]

I found a hot sauce company in the UK that allows you to make custom hot sauce ♡ so of course I shamelessly made one in the vibe of my husband 🩷

Raspberry base with hibiscus flower, Dutch Red and Komodo Dragon peppers with herbs

I head cannon that he isn't fazed by spicy foods and really enjoys feeding them to his darling while they sit in his lap tongue on fire.

I'm moving to UK just for this.

OH MY GOD, I have no idea how spicy it is but it seems spicy. Okay, raspberry and hibiscus doesn't seem bad... But Komodo Dragon.

OMG LITTLE DOFFY ON THE LABEL. AAAAAAAA

YES, DOFFY FEEDING YOU SPICY FOOD, I WOULD START CRYING 😭😭😭

[stars-and-birds]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

ok i know it’s not new years yet for everyone but!! this has been a really good year for me and i wanna thank everyone esp my moots <3 (apologies if i accidentally tagged you/forgot to tag you!)

i don’t talk to a lot of you but always feel free to shoot me a dm btw !!

@superboytoyy

@autistic-katara 

@lovestrucklovelorn

@trickarrows-bishop

@neveranatural

@imperpetuallylost

@twoplayer-game

@autistic-human 

@bodybetters

@candyskiez

@emreadsbooks17

@violetlovescomics

@longlivestv

@dyinggoosenoises

@the-happy-hotel

@that-glasses-dog

@s1xseasonsandamov1e

@bitchywitchshopavenue

@hecateisalesbian

@tabsters 

@kale-of-the-forbidden-cities

@parasocial-hermit 

@zyrafowe-sny

@idontliketomatoesleavemealone

@cereal-and-m1lk

@uhwhathappenedhere

@thornyclaw

@friendship-bracelet-anon

@yellowheart-anon 

@ty-the-trainwreck

@circlique

@corjucalesbica

@80shorrorstory

@weirdo09

@trobeds

@eclipsedbyglory

@rainbowangel110

@notablog42

@urfavcrime

@bylerswiftie

@lionydoorin

@nobodywhoishere

@strangertheories

@byler-alarmist 

@hearteyes-wheeler

@mental-breakdown-machine

@outofthewoods-tv

@fallon-bugs

@woorenergy

@hellmo

@icanmakewords

@ryderdire

@fluorescent-star-stickers 

@bloodied-dagger 

@cest—la—vee

@over-rated-cheese

@el-fandom-birb

@anderperries

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@evil-gay-person

@oooh-the-horrors

@angelcloves

@disco-girl

@secretly-of-course 

@haystarlight

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@treebeards1701

@wanda-the-anaconda

@stealing-ur-wife

@platomity

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@7-omen-7

@and-scoop

@drunkonimagination

@fell-in-love-with-a-fantasy

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@snersona

@cowsandcomics

[starrbright]

Kuroo is someone who can't stop touching you. As soon as he's home his fingers are on your curves, sinking deep into your flesh with the strength of his grip like he's terrified you'll disappear on him. He's the one who works, he's the one who leaves every morning, you're currently looking for a new job.

So why is it you are the one whose always manhandled away from the stove, with his work-tired eyes crinkling at you from behind his glasses. His hands search a little too far because you are trying to make dinner but it's so fucking distracting when they slip under you loose cotton shirt and touch the gentle rolls of your stomach. Your body gives way to him though, as he presses needy kisses to the underside of your jaw, like he's certain if he has his lips on you, he won't ever have to leave again. "Testurou," you whine, glancing over your shoulder at the stove. "At least let me turn it off." He huffs not quite a negative but not quite an agreement, his tightening grasp is answer enough. "We can't let dinner burn or god, the house burst into flames," you sigh as you cup the back of his neck and press your forehead to his. His hazel eyes narrow in that way that makes you feel alive. It sends zaps of electricity through you nerves. It's something you only see when he looks at you, talks about his job, or guards the net on the volley ball court. The latter has been something you haven't seen since high school, when you knew who he was but you were just another face in the crowd at school. "Fine," he sighs, moving to drop his face into the crook of your neck like you've denied him all things necessary in life in that one instant. "I'll be back," you promise, because you always flit towards him like a moth to the flame. You may have fallen first, but from the way he watches you, you know even now after the two years you've been together, he's fallen harder.

oh wow

what did i do to deserve this

thank you 😭😭😭😭😭😔😔😔😔😔😔

[7975348473]

ummmm I'm thinking hydrokinetic?? Or beguiler- im not sure 😭

OH IM AN EMPATH (took the quiz lmfao), I shall take part in ur evil plans. 😌✨

guys!!! apparently i'm not an empath 😭😭 sad ik i'm either a psionpath, beguiler, or a hydrokinetic...

@7975348473 @bookworm-fangirl1 @telugu-girl-13 what do we think i am??

still need a telepath for my evil plans though...

[jiminbility]

I don’t remember if I sent this one to you or not

Ahh that's so so cute 🤩😚😚😚sending kisses!!

[inkstainsonmyfingertips]

which one sounds more interesting?? also this may or may not affect what i'm going to write because i may have a last minute surge of inspiration.

[kikarou]

Hi Kikarou!! I hope you’re doing well :)

Hi Jay!! Thank you for checking in that's really sweet of you💕

I am doing fine, actually, I have been going through a lot of positive changes and starting new beginnings, so life has been good lately. I did delete my previous blog out of the blue, but not to worry it wasn't out of any troubling reasons, I just wanted to start anew. Again thank you!!

💗

[7975348473]

LMFAO VALID.

The actor from Maxton Hall not only looks like Grayson, but he’s a Virgo like Grayson. Can this man be Grayson for real?

[inkstainsonmysheets]

for the splendid @binibby

(making mood boards for all my wonderful moots💕✨).

[barbieaemond]

If you received this you are a great mutual 🫂 Send this to 10 of your mutuals to spread love 💖💖💖

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The Rolex Chronicles

——————————————————————— Following two hurting brothers make peace with their circumstances together. This is based on one of the many HCs from this ———————————————————————

Avery and Jameson were getting ready for bed.

Avery made her way to the huge bathroom they shared, washed up, put on her pjs and practically flung herself on the bed. She could not wait for this god forsaken day to be over and finally spend some time with him.

She looked up, from where she was now laying down on her stomach, towards her boyfriend, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

Jameson was always beautiful in his own way, no matter the time of day. Always the same, beautiful daredevil.

Yet something different had taken over Jameson’s features now and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.

Avery would be lying if she said that she hadn’t noticed the way a glow enraptured Jameson’s face every time he gazed down at his wrist. To his watch. A Rolex.

Avery looked to the Rolex on Jameson’s wrist before her gaze went back to his eyes.

“Jamie.” She said after much contemplation.

Jameson snapped out of it as he looked up to her, “What’s up, heiress?”

She raised a single dignified brow, “That’s what I should be asking you.”

Jameson gave her one of those toothy grins he flashed whenever he was embarrassed, “My bad, my bad.”

He raised both of his hands in the air, feigning defeat.

Avery suppressed a chuckle as she grabbed his left wrist and brought it down to her. Her finger traced the Rolex as she spoke.

“You haven’t told me about this one.” Avery left the rest unspoken, knowing he would understand. About the Rolex. About this story.

Jameson went silent for a second before letting out a quick laugh.

“I didn’t think you’d be curious about my watch, heiress?” He teased and Avery shot him a look.

“But it’s not the watch I’m asking you about, is it, Jamie? I’m asking about the story behind it.” She met Jameson’s eyes.

“What’s so special about this Rolex that you only ever wear it? Why do you always seem to relax when you so much as glance at the watch?” She let the intensity of her genuine curiosity set in her tone.

Jameson gazed at her for a moment before a small grin broke out across his face, “Alright then, heiress. Story time.”

——————————————————————————

Nine-year-old Grayson paced in one of the many backyards of the Hawthorne household as he tried to stop his thoughts from spiralling.

Grayson strode to his Grandfather’s quarters as the clock hit twelve.

You see, Tobias Hawthorne has given Grayson a riddle to solve. A hard one. A tricky one.

But Hawthornes were wired to do tricky.

Grayson kept his pride in check as he reached the door, ready to cheekily give his answer.

Just then, Grayson heard his grandfather’s deep voice come from the other side. He froze, Grayson knew better than to walk in on a busy Tobias Hawthorne.

“I have already told you once, don’t make me repeat it again Jamie.” Grayson flinched, not because of Jameson’s unexpected presence, but because his grandfather sounded… mad.

His grandfather warned, punished, even scolded— but he never sounded genuinely angry. He always sounded in control.

“But why can’t I know?!” Grayson’s breath hitched. Jameson sounded torn. Like he was trying not to cry.

“Because that’s what’s best for you, Jamie.” Tobias replied, sounding as stern as ever.

“How? You obviously know who our dads are. You were literally just talking to Grayson’s dad!! Why—” The rest of the world seemed to leave the focus of Grayson as he stood there.

Grayson had always suspected that his grandfather was aware of his biological father’s identity. But he hadn’t expected Tobias to keep in contact with the mystery figure.

“If you can still talk to them, why can’t we?! Don’t we at least deserve to know their names…” Jameson trailed off and Grayson heard a sniffle from the other side of the door.

Jameson was hurt. Deeply. It’s not everyday that Jameson Hawthorne cries, and that bothered Grayson more than he’d care to admit.

When Grayson didn’t hear any noises for a few seconds he leaned in closer to the door.

That was the exact moment Tobias Hawthorne opened the door and Grayson came stumbling in.

“Gray—” Jameson started.

“Grayson Hawthorne. You know better than to eavesdrop on my conversations.” There was a warning in that sentence. But it was the undertone of fury that left Grayson stumped.

‘Jameson isn’t wrong, though. He’s my dad. They’re our parents. Don’t we have a right to know about them? If grandfather already knows about our biological parents, then why not just tell us?’ Grayson couldn’t help his thoughts from spiralling.

“Grayson.” A demand. He required an explanation from him.

Grayson wasn’t sure what took over him in that moment, but he ignored the demand. He ignored the look his grandfather was giving him.

Instead, he replied, “I want to know too.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he himself was taken aback. Tobias Hawthorne, the ever so unshakable old man, too looked slightly shocked.

Jameson on the other hand stared at Grayson with his jaw hanging wide open and his eyes bulging out of his eye sockets.

Grayson had never been the rebellious one. He always controlled his emotions, he was the mature one, he knew better.

So him having talked back to his grandfather, that too when he was evidently angry, was… well, uncalled for to say the least.

Tobias took a deep breath before signalling for Grayson to sit down. Grayson plopped himself down next to Jameson as his younger brother nudged him playfully with his elbow.

Jameson could try to hide his feelings, his hurt, all he wanted now, but Grayson already knew.

So, instead of snapping back at him, Grayson gave him the smallest bit of a smile before looking back to their grandfather.

“I will explain this once more, and only once.” He said. His tone leaving no space for doubt. He waited for the two kids to nod.

“Knowing of your biological father’s identities will do you, and I mean all of your brothers included, no good.” Something hardened in his eyes as he met both of his grandson’s gazes.

“They have no business with you and you with them. That’s all you need to know, that’s all you will know. Is that understood?” Tobias finished, eyeing down the two boys.

Jameson, after taking a second, reluctantly nodded. Grayson could see the hurt begin to makes its way into his eyes again and that only strengthened Grayson’s strange resolve.

“They’re not good for us yet you keep in contact.” Grayson didn’t voice that as a question. His voice was unwavering as he met his grandfather’s gaze.

“I am not in contact with any of them, Jameson has had a misunderstanding—” Jameson cut him off. As it seems, having Grayson side with him gave him motivation to keep fighting this impossible battle.

“Care to clear it up for us then, old man?”

Tobias glared at both of them and that sent shivers down their spine. When no one spoke for the next few beats, their grandfather broke the silence.

“You are dismissed.”

Grayson practically heard Jameson’s eye roll as he stomped out of the room. He trailed behind his younger brother when, suddenly, his grandfather spoke up.

“I expect better control from you, Grayson.” Grayson’s breath hitched.

And the next few words did the leftover damage, “You have disappointed me.”

The door then shut behind him as he stood there.

Jameson was staring at Grayson now too, obviously having heard as well.

They stood there in heavy silence for a moment before Grayson fled the scene.

Grayson felt his eyes burn with unshed tears as he sat down next to a tree, what had come over him?

He wasn’t supposed to feel, to break, to show emotion. He was meant to be unshakable, in control 24/7. So why did he have such an impulsive outburst?

Grayson flinched as the words repeated in his head, “You have disappointed me.”

Grayson inhaled sharply when suddenly he saw Jameson’s shadow appear out of no where.

“You were following me.” A statement. He was in control.

“And it took you long enough to notice that.” Retorted Jameson, jabbing at the fact that he had been distracted.

Grayson rolled his eyes, “Now’s not the time, Jamie.”

“Yeah, no shit. Like— who the hell sits in a backyard at 12 o clock in the night??”

Grayson allowed his lips to twitch up just slightly.

“What do you want Jamie?” Grayson asked, looking up to the night sky.

Huh. It’s a full moon today.

Jameson’s eyes steeled all of a sudden before he sat down next to his elder brother.

A heavy silence followed, not a single word being exchanged. Yet the company of one another gave them both a sense of comfort, of belonging.

Jameson broke the silence, “Let’s go to The Collection.”

Grayson’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of The Collection. It was what the Hawthorne brothers had named their grandfather’s collection of goods, which were all stored away in a singular vault.

The vault wasn’t huge per se, but it was big enough to fit nine to ten humans inside.

Grayson turned to see a new gleam in Jameson’s eyes. He was scheming, he wanted risk. Grayson knew he should say no. They were in enough trouble already.

Yet something about his unholy energy was contagious, because Grayson agreed.

“This is a stupid idea.” Grayson stated, using a small flashlight to shine upon the lock, “You don’t even know how to pick locks.”

Just then the lock clicked open and Jameson shot Grayson a wicked smile, “I’ve been practicing.”

“To break into The Collection?” Grayson questioned.

Jameson gave a small shrug, “Among other things.”

They both opened the vault and were enamoured by al the things that were stored inside.

Antiques, paintings, sketches, instruments, mirrors, you name it— it was there.

Jameson and Grayson scanned the room together, looking and judging each and every treasure.

“Ew, I think that’s rust—” Jameson said, pointing to the old mirror. Grayson snorted.

“Why doesn’t he clean this stuff??” Jameson opened each drawer as he complained.

Grayson checked his watch for the millionth time, “Jamie. We are going to get caught. We need to go, now.”

Jameson then turned and shot Grayson a smile that was one hundred perfect I’d like to see them try.

Grayson shook his head, exasperated, when he heard Jameson give a small gasp. Grayson walked over and he gasped too.

In the box that Jameson had found there lied a pair of matching Rolexes, crimson black in color with white hands to highlight the time.

They both stood their, gawking at the beauty, when suddenly Jameson snickered.

Grayson knew what he was thinking before he said it, “Absolutely not Jameson. We are not about to steal from our grandfather.”

Jameson looked at him and assessed him for a second before sticking his tongue out grabbing the box possessively.

“Jamie.” A warning.

“Gray.” A try-me.

Grayson was considering one of the many ways to tackle Jameson down without hurting the treasure he held in his hands when he heard footsteps approaching. Rapidly.

The two brothers shared a look before running for it. Grayson almost tripped over when he realised Jameson had fled with the Rolexes.

“Hey! Stop running!” Said one of the security guards before chasing after the two figures. The dark was doing a good job disguising them.

“We are so dead. So dead.” Jameson whisper-screamed, yet there was a huge smile plastered across his face.

“We are.” Grayson agreed, he could feel himself smiling as well.

And so the two boys ran and ran and ran. Away from the bodyguards and security staff, using all kinds of secret tunnels before finally reaching Grayson’s bedroom.

Jameson let out a long huff before plopping himself down on the bed, “Let’s do that again.”

Grayson shot him a look, still gasping for breath and then laughing. Really laughing.

Jameson joined in soon after.

The two brothers sat there laughing at their stupidity, knowing fully well they didn’t regret a thing.

Jameson suddenly stood up once they had caught their breaths, “They’ll probably check my room too.”

Grayson nodded in response and watched as Jameson moved towards his bookshelf, which opened up a pathway leading directly to his own room.

Jameson was just about to step through before pausing and turning back to face his brother.

Grayson shot him a questioning look to which Jameson replied by, quite literally, throwing one of the Rolexes at him.

“Jamie!!” Grayson caught the watch in his hand.

“It’s a trend now a days.” Jameson said, shooting him a grin.

Grayson gave him a withering look, “To throw around costly treasures?”

Jameson shook his head as he turned to the, now open, secret passage way.

“Bestie Bracelets.”

And he was gone.

————————————————————————— THATS ALL. AH. I JUST THIUGHT THAT THERE REALLY SHOULD BE AN FF THAT HIGHLIGHTS GRAY AND JAMIE’S CLOSENESS BEFORE EMILY SOSOOSOSOS HERE WE AREEEEE ����🥰✨

@alwaysthefangirl (girl where ruuu) , @lyrakanefanatic @inkstainsonmysheets

[chesue00]

your warm bodies au lives in my head

Oooooh<333 hope it stays there as a resident in your head 😔🙌��� they'll be more crumbs soon for the warm bodies au >:D

[physics-of-one-piece]

I reblog so many things from you back to back i feel bad ㅠㅠ

Its like we're in the grocery mart and I'm just following along taking things out of your basket lmao

Hehehe I love that you enjoy the content

Lots of Doffy content here. I am a Doffy tumblr source at this point 🤣

Hahaha, I love the visual. Taking things from my grocery basket 🤣🤣 does that mean you're paying at the register? 🤣🤣