#dynasty

[wallysgymshorts]

I can take them both (and I don’t mean in a fight)

[zanephillips]

Daniel di Tomasso and Rafael de la Fuente Dynasty 3.10 "What Sorrows Are You Drowning?"

[haleyatwell]

DYNASTY (2017–2022) 2.08 A Real Instinct for the Jugular

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Don’t miss out on your life while you’re trying to get it together. Take some chances.

k.b. // dynasty - netflix

[mjfass]

[invenusworld]

i'm watching dynasty (1981-1989) and I was able to correctly guess the moon nakshatra of three of the female protagonists

krystal carrington (linda evans), uttara bhadrapada moon

a cinderella character, down to her appearance — blue eyes & blonde hair. she grew up poor in a small town in ohio and married a wealthy oil baron. she was genuinely well meaning and kind natured

fallon carrington (pamela sue martin), purva phalguni moon

my favorite character on the show. (im a venus girly and venus is always drawn to venus) she's hedonistic to a fault. the world is her oyster. stubborn & glamorous. absolute diva



dominique deveraux (diahann carroll), dhanishta moon

musically talented, a famous singer. wealthy. marriage troubles. that's the most bare bones description of dhanishta & that actually turned out to be her moon nakshatra

[wolfnight360]

some days it’s hard to see....

If I was fool...

Or you a thief.

Made it though the maze to find my one in a million...

And now you’re just a page torn from the story I’m building.

And all I gave you is gone.

Tumbled like it was stone

Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn’t shake

It all fell down

it all fell down

[victoriadawnjustice1]

Have a reason to smile 😊

[nebelexe]

Dynasty.

[inafieldofdaisies]

Elizabeth Gillies and Adam Huber at the Genny SS25 show

[hayleysmikaelson]

Elizabeth Gillies as FALLON CARRINGTON

DYNASTY S04E08 - Your Sick And Self-Serving Vendetta

[wallysgymshorts]

Genuinely going insane over these photos. They are both so beautiful AND THE WAY MILO IS LOOKING AT LIZ. I would die, but a happy death

[zanephillips]

Daniel di Tomasso and Rafael de la Fuente Dynasty 3.11 "A Wound That May Never Heal"

[stsgluver]

synopsis. zenin naoya and his lack of respect for women. [part of the dynasty series]

wc. 970

tags/warnings. rich boy!gojo, idk what else, zenin naoya exists, established relationship

a/n. i switch between present and past (like five mins prior) throughout BUT IF IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE PLS LET ME KNOW. this has been sat in drafts for 2 months.

“i wouldn’t have stopped you from punching him.”

gojo scoffed, pushing his hands through his hair frustratedly. the two of you sat together on the cold stone steps outside of some large historic building. 

“i don’t think i would’ve stopped,” he let out a ragged breath and you rested one of your hands on his knee. his fingers naturally came to intertwine with yours and you think you saw his shoulders relax ever so slightly at the contact.

a silence settled between you, but it wasn't an awkward one. your boyfriend was reliving the last hour and you were doing your best to try and forget it.

“is he always like that?” you asked quietly. the he in question being zen’in naoya. 

this was the first event that you had attended with gojo, and the first event gojo had ever attended with an actual date. he’d always turned down all of the girls his father offered to him (the children of other tech ceo’s that his father was encouraging him to get close to only for the benefit of his own bank account) and he’d never had a real girlfriend to bring prior to you.

“unfortunately,” he hummed quietly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles lightly. you shivered from the cool breeze and dared to shuffle closer to him. 

you’d experienced many sides of gojo since you’d begun your relationship, but never had you seen him so irritated that he couldn’t verbally communicate it. he was the one who annoyed people to the brink of insanity, with his cocky remarks and over-the-top, excitable behaviour. few people had ever tried to one up him, and even fewer were successful in managing to get under his skin.

zenin naoya, though, loved the challenge.

“do you think your dad will mind if we’re out here?” you asked tentatively. gojo’s hand reflexively tightened briefly around yours at the mention of his father, his jaw clenching. 

several minutes after gojo had led you inside the elegant infrastructure (to say you were getting imposter syndrome was an understatement), he’d left you by a confectionery stand in search of geto. according to him, you looked ‘too pretty’ and he didn’t want your dress to be ruined in the crowds. in other words, the less you mingled, the less likely you’d be harassed by his father’s rich peers – he’d already ‘accidentally’ knocked one drink over onto a woman who dared to hiss the word ‘gold digger’ under her breath as you passed.

it had to have been less than thirty seconds before the zenin appeared by your side, a sickening smirk on his twisted face. you knew who he was, you’d seen him once or twice around campus and you’d heard the stories, but you’d never been this close to him; not close enough to breath in the expensive cologne that smellt cheap.

“probably,” he clicked his tongue, tilting his head back to look up at the night sky.  “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have brought you here.”

you nudged his shoulder gently, “i wanted to come.”

a mistake on both of your behalf – though neither of you could have predicted that naoya would try and make a scene when you rejected his advances.

"you two alright?" 

both of you turned your heads back to see geto coming down the stairs towards you with a little skip in his step.

once naoya had your attention he wasted no time getting to his point – bigging up his status and telling you how gojo’s dad was doubting gojo’s position in the company. if you wanted a real man, in his words, you needed him. 

obviously, you’d given him a disgusted look without much thought and denied the offer, taking a step back to try and find your tall, white haired boyfriend in the crowd (an oddly difficult task). you figured you were safer weaving through a crowd of high society snobs than you were spending another minute here. naoya, though, was persistent and didn’t hesitate to pull you back towards him with a harsh grip.

"just trying not to bash that zen'in's skull in," gojo muttered as he gently traced the red marks on your wrist. it looked worse than it felt – the pain had dissipated pretty quickly once you’d broken from naoya’s hold.

"i could get on board with that," the dark haired male dropped down next to you on the stairs, stretching out his legs and smoothing down his pants.

"geto.” 

you figured out pretty quickly that gojo and geto were a package deal. best friends since diapers and equally as resentful to their parents’ ways of life and the pretence they’ve been raised in. two sides of the same coin, both of which willing to go extraordinary lengths for the other with no regard for consequences.

such as the jail time that would come with the aggravated assault of naoya.

though you would give it to geto – when gojo and him got to you and naoya, it was him who was ushering gojo to just take you outside, not to engage with the spoiled man child. 

“geto,” geto mocked you with a grin, shrugging carelessly, "the kid’s an ass. he’s got it coming."

there was no more than a second until geto spoke up again, with an idea you were sure he’d had from the beginning of the night, his plans had just been accelerated: “shoko’s house is free now. her parents are away so she wasn’t forced to attend this bullshit,”

gojo’s head perked up at this, looking above your head at his best friend, “you think she’ll have the stuff for a smoke?”

“it’s ieiri,” you said in a ‘duh’ tone because when was she not smoking something. how she was top of her classes, you’d never know.

“god bless that girl,” geto blew a kiss to the sky.

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[honnesims]

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