of crows & murder

[crowsandmurder]

crowsandmurder, a semi-selective multimuse sideblog, that follows back from corruptedforce. Well over 21. She/Her. MST. Fandoms currently include: American Horror Story, Beverly Hills 90210, Game of Thrones, Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, One Tree Hill, Resident Evil, Sons of Anarchy, Star Wars, , The Umbrella Academy, Versailles,Vikings, WWE.

CARRD

[crowsandmurder]

Ragnar is trying to wake up with a vengeance.

I'm adding Damon from TVD because the hate on Reddit he gets is stupid.

Bunch of others are awake and I don't have homework.

Oh and always love on Anakin at @corruptedforce too, even if I move at the speed of stupid.

I miss you all. Sorry life and grief have been stupid.

[story1ines]

brooke felt a spark of heat crawl up her spine the moment nathan’s eyes found hers. she tried to play it cool, to tell herself she wasn’t that easy to read — but the truth was, she’d always been drawn to his kind of reckless confidence. there was something thrilling in the way he leaned in, that smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he knew exactly the effect he had on her. her mind raced, caught between excitement and caution. don’t be stupid, brooke. just a drink, just a little harmless flirting… but her body wasn’t listening. her pulse quickened as he spoke, words loaded with mischief and invitation. every inch of her wanted to throw caution to the wind, wanted to see where his reckless charm might lead. she took a slow breath, telling herself she had options, that she could walk away at any moment. and yet… something about tonight, the way he looked at her, made the idea of restraint seem almost unbearable. she tilted her head slightly, curiosity and daring warring with prudence, and felt that delicious thrill of danger that always came when nathan was around.

brooke leaned back slightly, letting the smallest, teasing smile curl on her lips. ❝ you’re really full of confidence tonight, aren’t you? ❞ she said, her voice low, playful, but with a sharp edge. her eyes locked on his, daring him, testing him. ❝ always this sure of yourself, nathan? ❞ she swirled her drink lazily, watching the liquid catch the light. ❝ you make it sound so simple — just a couple of minutes, a little recklessness. like you can guarantee a good time no matter what. ❞ her lips twitched. ❝ and i guess part of me… likes the sound of that. ❞ her gaze softened slightly, but the mischief never left it. ❝ but maybe, ❞ she added, leaning forward just enough to shorten the space between them, ❝ maybe i like a little suspense. makes the risk more interesting, don’t you think? you wouldn’t be much fun if there weren’t a little edge to it. ❞ brooke laughed softly, shaking her head. ❝ i have to admit… you do have a way of making that edge pretty tempting. most of the time, i’d tell myself to walk away, but tonight… ❞ she let the pause stretch, enjoying the tension, enjoying the way he waited, the way the smirk never left his face. ❝ tonight, that might not be enough. ❞ her eyes flicked down to his hand for a heartbeat before returning to his face. ❝ so tell me, mr. confident — what makes you think i’m going to follow you upstairs? you have to convince me, you know. i’m not just going to throw caution to the wind without a little… incentive. ❞ there was a teasing lilt to her voice now, deliberate, drawing him in. ❝ and don’t think i won’t make this interesting for you too. i've known you long enough to know your type of recklessness — so i’d like to see how far it really goes. ❞ she leaned back again, sipping her drink slowly, letting the tension linger in the air. her smile was teasing but her eyes betrayed it: part curiosity, part thrill, all attention on him. ❝ so… what’s your move, nathan? make it worth my while, or are you just going to sit there and smirk all night? ❞

[crowsandmurder]

"I'm always full of confidence, Brooke and that's because the girls I'm with, wind up full of.." He smirked and took another drink. "Edge, huh? Edge can be quite fun, especially if it's the right amount of edging. Are you a girl who likes to get close to the edge, Brooke Davis? You like to play with danger and see if you'll get burned or do you like getting burned like I do? You like the taste and smell of fire because it feels good." He smirked again. "That shouldn't be enough tonight. Tonight, you should let yourself have fun. Who cares what the right thing to do is? I mean, the wrong thing to do is probably me, so you should do the wrong thing, because I know I want to do the wrong thing if it means you. I always have. His hand moved down to the bottom of her skirt. "How many times have you and I danced this dance? We grew up in the same circles, both hooked up with other people, both of us love sex but why never with each other? We're both hot as hell." He leaned closer to her ear, sucking it lightly, before biting it. "Make it worth your while." His hand moved a little higher up her skirt, scanning to make sure people weren't watching but he probably wouldn't stop if they were. He was into this. His thumb caressed her inner thigh. "Want me to keep going or do you want to come upstairs and let me really touch, taste and fuck you? I'd have much better access if you were naked. You know you want me, Brooke. I know I want you."

[sidestuiff]

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: “I want you to hear me out.”

Nose: “You’re so cute.”

Cheek: “I want to tell you I love you.”/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/“You are mine.”

Over the heart: “I love you.”

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/“Wanna go cause some trouble?”

Forearm: Indifference/Don’t particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/“You are an idiot.”

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: “Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: “I will cause you pain.”

Feet: “I will serve you forever.”/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

[bassettmemes]

i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.

[thunderousmemes]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 & 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

(love dies slow, silence lingers, and not every goodbye is clean.)

Broken Promises

❝ don’t go—please, not yet. ❞

❝ you’re bleeding—don’t you dare close your eyes. ❞

❝ we both knew this day would come. ❞

❝ tell me you love me, even if it’s a lie. ❞

❝ why couldn’t it have been me instead? ❞

❝ i can’t hate you, no matter how much i want to. ❞

❝ don’t you dare die on me. ❞

❝ this isn’t how our story was supposed to end. ❞

The Things we Couldn’t Save

❝ you made me believe in forever—how cruel of you. ❞

❝ they said it would hurt less if i let you go. they lied. ❞

❝ we were supposed to save each other. ❞

❝ say goodbye, and make it sound like you mean it. ❞

❝ you’re all i ever wanted… and all i can never have. ❞

❝ don’t waste your tears. i don’t deserve them. ❞

❝ the worst part is knowing you’ll move on. ❞

❝ i’d trade the whole world just to have one more day with you. ❞

If Only / Maybe / What if

❝ you promised me you’d come back. ❞

❝ how many times can a heart break before it stops trying? ❞

❝ you don’t have to forgive me—just don’t forget me. ❞

❝ i wish i’d told you sooner. ❞

❝ it was always going to be you. ❞

❝ i can’t lose you. not again. ❞

❝ if this is the end, let me die with you. ❞

❝ maybe in another life, we get it right. ❞

Final Words

❝ say something. anything. don’t leave me in silence. ❞

❝ you were my reason to fight… and now you’re gone. ❞

❝ it’s not fair—after everything we’ve survived, it ends like this? ❞

❝ don’t look back. i want the last thing you see to be hope. ❞

❝ i kept your name on my lips long after you stopped saying mine. ❞

❝ they told me to forget you. i tried. ❞

❝ i loved you too much to let you stay. ❞

❝ if i make it out, i’ll tell them how you smiled at the end. ❞

The Quiet After

❝ it’s not the dying that hurts—it’s leaving you behind. ❞

❝ you deserved better than me. ❞

❝ don’t wait for me. i won’t be coming back. ❞

❝ we could’ve had forever, if only we’d met at a different time. ❞

❝ the stars look the same, but they don’t feel like ours anymore. ❞

❝ i’ll haunt you if that’s what it takes to be remembered. ❞

❝ even now, you’re still breaking my heart. ❞

❝ you were the best mistake i ever made. ❞

[crowsandmurder]

@story1ines gets Nathan for Peyton

Peyton had broken up with him, again. This time seemed different. She had yelled at Brooke and she told him in her room when he tried to make up with her about her mom. They never talked about her mom. He knew her mom was gone. But they didn't talk about a lot of stuff. Every once in a while, he would talk about his dad, but talking wasn't their strong suit. Making out, sex, that's what they were good at. But, he actually missed her. They had some good times before things started to suck. Last summer, things had been good in her room. They had hung out a lot and didn't just have sex, but definitely still had sex and they had fun at the beach.

Was he in love with her? He didn't even know what love was, but she was hot and they were hot together. He missed her, despite all the other girls he could get and he had asked her to meet him after the game.

There was a moment that was weird after the game, when she seemed to look at him and Lucas but she had told him that she would meet him at the beach house. He knew everyone was expecting a party but he was going to try to make her a priority, which meant no body shots, hitting on Brooke, Haley or any of the other cheerleaders.

When he saw her, he went over to her. "I thought it would be better to come and say hey instead of just nodding at you from a distance. Do you want to go somewhere and hang out?"

[crowsandmurder]

I'm not on Season 9 of one tree hill. Currently, it's the one where Lucas is in the airport but because of other bitter costars, it's only the airport.

[story1ines]

brooke swayed a little as she sank onto the couch, a grin tugging at her lips despite the alcohol loosening her tongue and inhibitions. this was the night she thrived in — the chaos, the flirting, the possibility that anything could happen and probably would. nathan looked miserable, and honestly… that was delicious in a way that made her heart thrum. she wondered how many times she’d done this before — turned a bad night into a blur of drinks and meaningless touches, letting herself get carried away while everyone else stayed safely on the sidelines. she didn’t care tonight, not really. peyton dumping him? meh. there were easier distractions than pity. brooke’s fingers wrapped around her glass, swirling it slowly, eyes glinting as she caught nathan’s gaze. maybe tonight, someone would fall into the wrong bed. maybe it would be him. or maybe it wouldn’t. she didn’t care — because for now, the night was hers, and she was determined to burn through it. ❛❛ so peyton dumped you again, huh? ❜❜ brooke slouched onto the couch beside him, letting her legs stretch out lazily. she swirled her drink in slow circles, eyes glinting as she watched him, waiting for a reaction. ❛❛ ugh… men and their drama. honestly? forget her. ❜❜

she leaned closer, her elbow brushing his arm just enough to make him shift. ❛❛ haven’t you ever wondered… what it would be like without peyton? if it was just… you and me? ❜❜ her voice dipped, teasing, almost daring him to answer. she let her fingers trail lightly along his forearm, lingering with a slow, deliberate touch. ❛❛ i mean, think about it… no games, no drama, just… this. us. ❜❜ she tilted her head, watching his expression carefully, a sly grin tugging at her lips. ❛❛ you could stop being sad for five seconds and actually… enjoy yourself. maybe even do something reckless. ❜❜ brooke laughed softly, low and playful, finishing her drink in one long pull and setting the empty glass down with a clink. she leaned back, letting her hair fall across her shoulders and eyes darting to his, full of mischief. ❛❛ so… nathan. are you gonna sit here brooding, or are you gonna see what i mean? ❜❜

[crowsandmurder]

Nathan was definitely drunk. Well, he didn't think things through much more, when he was sober. He definitely noticed Brooke when she sat down. He always noticed Brooke. She was Brooke Davis. His eyes met hers and he saw a mischief in hers that definitely had his attention. She had the kind of attention from him, that made him want to slip his hand under her skirt to see what she thought of that, right here on the couch. But, he was drunk and probably not thinking straight. But, he didn't care. She was hot and he was hot. "Who? Oh right, Peyton. Yeah, she said something like, I should just try mounting a cheerleader instead in front of her next time. Maybe I should have tried doing that, but my guess is, she'd have been pissed if I mounted the cheerleader I'm thinking of." He nodded. "She always has drama. I'm sure she's already home, drawing some emo crap. You're right. Forget her tonight. What's her name again?"

He smirked when she leaned closer and his eyes met hers. "Have I ever wondered? I have definitely wondered. I mean, I did ask one time if I could have both of you but that didn't go well." He took a drink of his drink, not taking his eyes off of her. "Just us. We've known each other longer than most people and you are definitely looking hot tonight and those clothes...would look great on my floor right about now, if you wanted to be really reckless." His eyes met hers, and he leaned into her ear. "C'mon. Come upstairs with me and don't think for a second, it will only be five minutes. I am very very good at being reckless. It's either come upstairs with me and be reckless or we be reckless right here." He smirked at her.

[story1ines]

haley felt the words hit harder than the wind coming off the ocean. she expected distance. she expected attitude. but hearing it out loud — hearing him spit her name like it tasted different now — still sent something hollow and aching through her chest. she had prepared herself for coldness, for sarcasm, for the wall he was determined to build between them. but no amount of rehearsing in her mind could’ve stopped the sting of it, the way the bitterness in his voice wrapped around her heart like something sharp. she swallowed, trying to steady herself, trying not to let the way he was looking at her make her crumble. he was angry. of course he was. and the worst part — the part that kept her awake at night — was that she knew she deserved it. but even beneath all of it — beneath the sarcasm, the bitterness, the cheap jokes about chris — she could see that flicker in his eyes. that hurt she had caused. the hurt he still carried. the hurt she wished she could take back. he was pretending peyton was the reason he was here, pretending he didn’t notice haley the moment she stepped onto the sand, pretending he didn’t stand a little straighter when she spoke. she knew him too well. she always had.

coming back had been harder than she ever let herself admit. she had spent months telling herself she had made the right choice — the necessary choice — to go on the tour, to chase the dream she had always wanted. but now, standing here in the exact place where everything between them had once felt so sure, she wasn’t so certain anymore. she hated that she missed him so much. hated that she still loved him with the same force she had the day she left. hated that the sound of his voice could undo her so quickly. she hated that she could see the silver chain around his neck, glinting in the firelight — her ring hanging from it — still there despite everything. god, it made her chest ache in a way she wasn’t prepared for. she wanted to apologize. she wanted to scream. she wanted to reach out and touch the ring she knew he still wore, to remind him she was still here, still fighting, still trying to find her way back to him. she wanted to ask him if he hated her, if he still loved her, if she had completely destroyed them. but she knew she couldn’t. not yet. not like that. he didn’t like her right now — not this version of her, the girl who had walked away, who had come back with a dream in her hands but a broken heart in her chest.

she stepped forward just a little, enough that peyton’s music and forced distraction couldn’t swallow her whole. enough that she was close enough to see the tightness in his jaw, the beer shifting in his hand, the hurt sitting just beneath the surface of every word he had thrown at her. she wasn’t going to run this time. she wasn’t going to shrink away, or let him think he didn’t matter to her. she was here. she had come back for him as much as she had come back for herself. she drew in a breath, steady but trembling at the edges. ❝ you know chris isn’t — ❞ the words stumbled out, and she stopped herself before she sounded defensive, before she slipped into the version of herself that tried to fix everything too fast. she exhaled softly, grounding herself. ❝ nathan… he’s not my boyfriend. he never was. you know that. ❞ her voice was quiet but firm, honest in a way that left her feeling exposed. she didn’t look away. she couldn’t. she refused to let him think she was hiding from him. ❝ and… i’m using my name again. my real one. ❞ her heart thudded painfully as she said it. ❝ haley james scott. ❞ the name lingered between them, even with the noise of the party thrumming around them — soft, stubborn, and still his. then, with a faint, shaky breath, she added gently, almost pleadingly, ❝ and if you’re looking to kick someone’s ass tonight… it probably shouldn’t be the person who’s just trying to talk to you. ❞ she hoped — god, she hoped — he would hear what she wasn’t saying: i’m here. i came back. and i’m not giving up on us.

[crowsandmurder]

A part of him still wanted to pull her into his arms, to hold her, to kiss her, and to make love to her for hours. But the thing was, his pride was injured, bigger wounds than the ones he had gotten when he crashed the racecar. It hurt to look at her, but he couldn't look away. But he was still mad. He hadn't come for Peyton. He hung out with Peyton more than he did other people, but that was because they were friends. They were better friends than they had ever been when they were actually dating. She played along when he asked her to and he honestly would beat anyone's ass for her.

He could feel so much uncertainty between them and as mad as he was at her, he didn't like it. How had they fallen so far apart? He knew that he had made mistakes too. He knew that he was bitter. But, he couldn't just go back to her. He couldn't just act like nothing had happened and it seemed like that's what she wanted. She cheated on him. She left him for the tour. She told him it was complicated. She took off her wedding ring.

His jaw was slightly clenched, when she was up close. His walls were sky high, when it came to her. "But you kissed him. Pretty sure every single time I kissed or fucked another girl behind Peyton's back, I knew I was cheating on her. We weren't just dating, Haley. We're freaking married. You took off your ring but yet, you say you weren't dating Chris..."

He sighed. "Why did you have to not use your name anyway? Was it that easy to just forget about me, forget about us...about our marriage? You're on tour, no ring, no last name. You're just Haley James again, without the poncho."

[crowsandmurder]

@story1ines always gets all the Brooke and Nathan

Nathan couldn't believe that Peyton dumped him...again. It wasn't like he'd actually fucked a cheerleader in front of her, tonight. He'd only done that once, and he hadn't known she was still awake. Plus, body shots didn't mean he was going to sleep with the girl. He had gotten bored with hooking up with Bevin a while ago. He leaned back on the couch.

This fight with Peyton had ruined his night. People had heard and now, they would be taken sides. Not only was she not going upstairs with him, considering she left, but she probably had half the cheerleaders, not wanting to. He took a drink. He knew he was drunk.

"Well, this is great. I'm drunk and got dumped again."

All he knew was the next person that sat down, he was going to hook up with. It better not be Tim.

[resourcesofaqueen]

Spicy Secrets: 45 Questions to Bare It All A series of bold, bedroom-ready questions for every canon and original character.

Which position makes you feel the most powerful during sex?

Do you prefer to be in control, or do you like letting someone else take the lead?

What’s the one spot on your body that drives you wild when touched?

Have you ever faked an orgasm? Be honest.

What’s your favorite way to tease a partner before things get serious?

Are you satisfied with your body, or is there one feature you’d change if you could?

Do you like dirty talk? If yes, what kind of words get you going?

What’s the most public place you’ve ever been intimate, or wanted to be?

Do you prefer slow, sensual sex or fast and rough?

What’s one fantasy you’ve never told anyone?

Do you like being watched, or do you prefer total privacy?

What’s the sexiest thing someone has ever said to you?

Do you enjoy giving or receiving more?

Have you ever had a one-night stand? Would you do it again?

What’s your favorite piece of lingerie or lack thereof?

Do you like using toys in the bedroom?

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sex, and how did it affect your mood?

Do you prefer morning sex, midnight passion, or something in between?

What’s one thing you’ve done in bed that surprised even you?

Do you like leaving marks on your partner or having them leave marks on you?

What’s your biggest turn-on that most people wouldn’t guess?

Have you ever been caught in the act? spill the details.

Do you like role-playing? If so, what scenario gets you going?

What’s the most sensitive part of your body that isn’t obvious?

Do you prefer eye contact during intimacy, or do you like to close your eyes and feel?

What’s one thing you’d never try in bed, no matter what?

Do you like being praised or degraded during sex?

What’s the best kiss you’ve ever had and what made it so good?

Do you enjoy foreplay more than the main event, or is it just a means to an end?

If you could have sex with anyone (real or fictional, past or present), who would it be, and why?

Which scent on a lover makes you lose control instantly?

Do you prefer silk sheets, leather cuffs, or nothing at all?

What’s the one sound you make that you hope no one ever records?

Have you ever used your powers, or lack thereof, in bed?

What’s the riskiest text you’ve ever sent mid-foreplay?

Do you like your hair pulled, or are you the one doing the pulling?

What’s the most unexpected place your hands have wandered?

Do you keep a secret toy hidden somewhere no one would guess?

What’s one rule you’d break for the right person?

Do you prefer whispered promises or loud commands?

What’s the fastest you’ve ever gone from “hello” to skin on skin?

Have you ever left a lover begging for more and walked away?

What’s the one body part you’re secretly obsessed with on someone else?

Do you like tasting yourself on someone else’s lips?

What’s the filthiest thought you’ve had in the middle of a boring day?

[crowsandmurder]

I'm slowly making my way back, and right now, Nathan is the loudest, probably because I am rewatching One Tree Hill. But have a starter call. Like the post. Specify for a certain verse. If you have a multimuse, you must specify a muse, the same with sideblogs. Comment for a certain verse.

[story1ines]

haley felt a tight knot in her stomach as soon as she stepped onto the sand. everything smelled like salt and sunscreen, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the laughter of people who didn’t know what she knew — what she felt. coming back from the tour had been harder than she expected. she hadn’t wanted to leave, not really, but she had to. she had to chase her music, chase the dream, even if it meant leaving nathan behind. and now — god, now — here she was, back at a party she never wanted to attend, and he was here too, looking… infuriatingly perfect, like he always did. she told herself she didn’t care, that she had changed, that she could act like nothing had happened. but every time she saw him, every time he smirked or leaned casually against someone, it was like the old pull — stronger than she expected — resurfaced. she’d chosen the tour over him once, and maybe that had been right. maybe that had been necessary. but now, she couldn’t stop thinking that maybe it hadn’t been fair, not to him, not to her own heart.

haley’s chest tightened. she hated that she still remembered the sound of his laugh, the way his eyes could zero in on her and make her feel exposed. she hated that she missed him, hated that he was still the first person she looked for in a crowd. she hated that… maybe she never really stopped loving him. she shook her head, forcing herself to move forward, forcing her smile into place. she needed to play it cool, to act like nothing mattered. because if she let herself get lost in the memory, in the what-ifs, she knew she’d lose control. and then she saw him. nathan. leaning into peyton, laughing a little too close, like he belonged there, like he was theirs to share. and she felt that familiar stab of something sharp and impossible. ❝ hey, ❞ she said, her voice carrying just enough for him to hear, casual but deliberately pointed. ❝ didn’t think you’d actually show up tonight. ❞

[crowsandmurder]

He definitely heard her voice, but he was still keeping distance. Distance is what seemed to be their thing. She was never close to him, hadn't been in months, other than that night before he went to High Flyers. Even that night, he had pulled back. She couldn't just pretend that nothing happened, that she hadn't left. He didn't even know what she thought and he didn't know if he even cared. He had a pretty good idea, given the fact that he was hitting on Peyton and still only noticed Haley. Peyton was only entertaining him, because she was angry at Haley for leaving him too. They had a different dynamic than they used to, but they were friends who sometimes flirted. Truth be told, Nathan didn't hook up with anyone. He was married. He just didn't like his wife. He loved the hell out of her, but he didn't like her, not right now. He loved Haley James, the girl who tutored him and he really loved Haley James Scott, the girl who married him. It was Haley James, on tour with Chris Keller, that he couldn't stand. He wasn't sure which one had come back and he wasn't letting her get too close, despite the fact that he still wore his wedding ring around his neck.

"Well yeah, I didn't know if you still were in town. Wasn't sure if you and Chris were going on tour with the Beatles next. But then again, I wouldn't know since I never know if you're going to use your actual name or your stupid stage name, Haley James." Okay, so he was a little bitter. Peyton gave him a look and he smirked at her. Besides, I only came to see Peyton anyway. She doesn't leave. She definitely wouldn't take off with Chris Keller. He was still more or less talking loud and Peyton turned on another song, a little bit louder. She was in a mood and he was being dramatic. He rolled his eyes and moved a bit closer but his arms were closed and he could still see Lucas lurking ad just glared at him, "Go away."

Approaching her more, he took a drink of his beer. "So, your boyfriend coming? I would love to kick someone's ass tonight."

[crowsandmurder]

@story1ines gets a Nathan starter for Haley

Nathan had mostly avoided Haley all night. He didn't even want to come to this stupid party, anyway. How many times had he seen Brooke and half the cheerleaders get naked in the ocean, anyway? Plus, those guys were all stupid and players anyway. He and Haley had talked a little and why did she insist on telling him she loved him? If she loved him, she wouldn't have left, she wouldn't have chose the tour over him. She wouldn't be back and acting like it should all be the same. Why the hell did she have to still be hot anyway and why did Tim have to play that stupid song?

But, he saw her and Lucas show back up and he could be stupid too, by being hot. Two could play at that game. He went up to Theresa and he tried to hit on her, but it wasn't working. He was just a mess. Turning back to Peyton, she didn't like Haley either.

He started talking to her and actually managed to make him smile and he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. He was trying to make a point. Haley wanted to kiss other guys. Well, he could flirt with Peyton, even if all he told Peyton, was he was trying to piss Haley off.

His head did turn in her direction with a scowl. "I didn't notice you all the way over there again. I was too busy over here, doing important things."

[corruptedforce]

A shoutout to everyone who is amazing and hasn't unfollowed me, during the last year

while I have been dealing with the death of my husband. It shifted so much of who I am and I haven't been capable of complex thought in a while, but I am slowly making it back.

I didn't even yell at baseball most of the season.

[crowsandmurder]

I'm on the episode of season 2 of One Tree Hill when Haley leaves and I will 100% always be on his side. You don't just leave like that, when you're married. You definitely don't kiss someone else and his reaction and how she had to re-earn his trust was 10000% justified.