Someday is Today and This is Your Life

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[somedayistodayoth]

TREE HILL MUSES

ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ʏᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

CONNECTIONS || CHARACTER BIO'S                                                                                                                                                  ___________________

Bethany Mikhailov || FC: Greta Onieogou || Age: 25 || Unemployed

Benny Augustus || FC: Jacob Elordi || Age: 29 || NHL Professional Hockey Player

Nick Laurent || FC: Lucas Bravo || Age:33  || Author 

Logan Evans || FC: Nick Robinson || Age: 28 || Medical School  

Chuck Scolnik || FC: Aaron Taylor Johnson || Age: 28 || Tattoo Artist 

Stephanie  Walker || FC: Antonia Gentry || Age: 23 || Crime Scene Technician @ Tree Hill PD

Alexander McMahon || FC: Gavin Caselegno || Age: 24 || Engineer @ Boeing 

Sebastian Levy || FC: Nicholas Galitzine || Age: 24 || Finance 

Adrienne Hunter || FC: Meghann Fahy || Age: 29 || Social Media Content Manager @ Thud Magazine

Dylan Montgomery || FC: Adelaide Kane  || Age: 26 || Pediatric Nurse @ Tree Hill GH

[brucashub]

#brucas being cute as usual

[garrett-graham]

Come on, you can get dirty. Lucas!

Underrated Brucas Moments [1/?]

[brucashub]

every episode of s3 ft. brucas: 5/22

[connorwyndham]

ONE TREE HILL (2003–2012) 1X19 « How Can You Be Sure ? »

[alliecathayes]

✩ FAVORITE CHARACTER MEME ✩ ↬ seven outfits : ravens cheerleader outfit(s) [2/7]

[madsworld15]

Brooke Davis THE ICON!

[stoplightsandravens]

Eyes seeping of an infallible endearment watched her husband approach, the theatrics of her internalized anxiety quickly became trivial against his affection. Despite her sudden and, frankly, uncharacteristic desire for everything to proceed flawlessly, there was no denying that the day had been nothing short of a dream. Every day with him was. The life they continued to build together was never something she had genuinely imagined for herself during all those lengthy years on the road, just her and her trusty buggy to keep her company from field to field. But when a man looked at you the way Chuck looked at her, and when he made you feel the way he made her feel - how could she resist the compelling need to have it all for herself? Anything he longed to give, everything she didn't know she even craved, as long as it was with him. Like...

Idyllic holiday mornings spent pottering around the kitchen, fretting over miniscule tasks and continuing to prove the allegations that they could never keep their hands off each other. It was bliss.

As soon as his lips brushed the sensitive seam between her throat and collarbone, the roasting turkey was virtually forgotten. Her nose wrinkled in adoration, even as her brow kinked up in feigned contemplation of the alternative plans he proposed. "Hmm, while that does sound very very tempting…" the levity in her tone giving way to muted sighs at the attention he was paying to his love bites. "….wait, what was I saying?" Hell, the turkey could manage without her complete focus for just a bit, couldn't it?

[somedayistodayoth]

"Something about a turkey being overdone," There was a touch of laughter in his tone depicting the playfulness. He'd eat whatever she dared put in front of him. Wasn't that one of the numerous tasks of a husband? To make sure their wife was happy about her cooking? At least he thought so and in all honesty, he loved her cooking. Always had since childhood. "Which won't happen because you're you," A perfectionist, he added silently against her skin. A year ago if you'd mentioned that he'd be married to his childhood crush he would've laughed until tears came to his eyes. She'd been away without much contact. Leaving him behind for pure ambition. Then he'd hated her for it but now he understood. Without those decisions being made they wouldn't have ended here. Curling his arm around her, he pulled the warmth of her frame closer while the tip of his nose gently scraped against her cheekbone. Up and down. Up and down. There they sat in front of the oven watching meat cook. Yet it was one of the most peaceful moments he could recall. "And you're way better at cooking than most people I know."

Pulling away a fraction, he used his free hand to tilt her face up towards his. They were mere millimeters apart. "Have I ever told you, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" Even now, with a dash of flour dusting her nose and her hair up in a messy bun at the top of her head - she was still jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

[somedayistodayoth]

"I learned how to make an American dessert just for you," Christmas music hummed lowly in the distance accentuating the time of year. Nick stood, back facing the island, as he took ingredients out of paper bags for his impromptu bake-a-thon. He'd invited Avery over unsure if she'd show up and when she had, he'd felt right for the first time in months. Christmas was in a few days and he was miles away from his family for the holidays. He would be a liar if he claimed not to miss them most this time of year. Normally they'd take holiday together somewhere remote like Santorini. But this time he'd opted to stay in the states. A secret part of him wanting to spend it with Avery.

"I got apples, flour, sugar, the basics for making apple pie from scratch," Droplets of rain pebbled against the windows of his loft, the sky angry with its incoming vengeance. These days it was gloomy and the cold was giving way to a wet...or maybe snowy Christmas. An image of Avery being in his arms on Christmas morning filled his loved muddled brain. He'd really been working on not getting ahead of himself. He was still uncertain of her forgiveness. Which caused him to falter in his pursuit of her. They weren't the same people they were when they'd been introduced. Sometimes he wished he could go back there, just to experience everything all over again. After all items were removed from both bags, he pivoted to face her. "Do you want to help? I promise it's not a difficult recipe."

@theunkindnessofrxvens

[amirah7-7]

[invinciblewarrior1305]

[stoplightsandravens]

❝ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 ❞

❝ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃 ❞ 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙳'𝚂 𝚇𝙼𝙰𝚂 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃

@theunkindnessofrxvens @somedayistodayoth

Madison was certain that the last thing any of her guests anticipated when they entered the kitchen was to discover her sitting cross-legged on the floor, engaged in an impassive staring contest with the oven. The turkey she had devoted the entire morning to prepping was cooking just behind the glass, and the hostess was willingly enduring heat exposure and back pain to make sure everything went smoothly.

She cast a brief glance to register their presence, "Don't you dare laugh at me, this is very serious," she cautioned. Despite this, it was impossible not to find the scene humorous: her features contorted by an expression of fierce determination, an oven mitt in one hand and a baster in the other. "If this turkey doesn't come out perfect, Christmas is cancelled."

[somedayistodayoth]

Chuck was silent for a long time. Simply watching her. He'd lingered back against the archway with a slight upturn of lips gazing at every move she made. She'd swept around the kitchen all day eagerly, wanting everything to be perfect. Her sheer determination made him giddy like a lovesick teenager. Because she was trying to make their first Christmas together magical. What she didn't know was every single second he spent with her was better than the sweetest of drugs. They could've had a Marie Calendar dinner and watched a sappy Christmas flick and it still would've been the best day of his life.

"I would never laugh," he exclaimed incredulous, his tall frame pushing away from the wall to take a seat beside her in front of the oven. There they sat. Her with the turkey baster; him with his ocean blue eyes cradling her earnest expression. They'd tagged team today. Of course, Chuck couldn't allow her to shoulder an entire dinner party alone. So he'd volunteered for duty as any husband would. Offering his hands for prepping side dishes and dressing the table in the backyard. Bumping her arm playfully, his head fell onto her shoulder blade with a gentle thud. Even with the aroma of spices and herbs, he still smelt her innate scent. Home. That's what her scent was to him. Burying his face into the junction of her neck, he hummed lightly. "And if Christmas gets cancelled," he began his voice muffled by the warmth of her skin. "Then I could just eat you instead." Opening his mouth, his sank his teeth into the soft flesh and he began to suck.

[theunkindnessofrxvens]

Goddamn sticky, prickly needles of death.. the list of profanity that rolled through his mind while he attempted to trim the branches of his mother's tree. Davis promised to help her decorate because this Christmas was going to be bigger than the last five; the entire Davis/Scott/Evans line would be coming over for dinner. Haley and Nathan Scott usually hosted but his mother felt inclined to fill up her week's schedule to "blow" their socks off. Davis nearly talked her out of purchasing this behemoth of a Norway Spruce but she refused; their old Christmas tree didn't pack the "Hallmark" meets "Snowy Chalet" vibe. Jude's voice cut through the Bing Crosby's iconic revelation but Davis elected to ignore him. "Did you see hers?" Davis peeked back at his twin with a cheeky grin through the throng of branches that hid him. "Can you give me a hand?"

[somedayistodayoth]

"Don't be an asshole." Obviously, when Jude had parked Brooke's car hadn't been in the driveway. However, that didn't tell him her whereabouts. At times, she would park in the garage which he had no interest checking today. Plus, he was dodging his mom. She wanted his help with....well whatever the hell this was that Davey was currently preoccupied with. His eyes zeroed in on the behemoth of a tree, a frown appearing moments later. Hell. No. Absolutely not. This holiday party that his mother wanted to host was above him at this point. Rolling his eyes, he threw his coat and scarf on the arm chair as he passed to get a closer inspection of the tree. Where the hell did she even get one this large? "Uh no. This..." he waved his uninjured hand toward Davey. "Is what mom asked you to take care," Brooke hadn't seen Jude in days so by his logic she couldn't have pawned tasks on to him. He swore to remain stealth. "Also, I'm injured. Where's wifey? She should be here helping you." Jude glanced around but all he heard was the television.

[theunkindnessofrxvens]

The drifting December winds coupled with the creeping warmth in her cheeks swept away the dreary melancholia from his bones. Milo Jagielski hung eternally on the inkiness of his existence. Whether it be a side effect of his gene pool or the land sized chip on his shoulder, Milo vowed to change. The lingering burden of the life that never came still carried on his shoulders but the pain had faded; if only because Lily's light illuminated the sad patch of soil that waited unturned in his chest. If arid land could be brought back from the valley death, why couldn't they? Milo more than enthusiastically accepted whatever she extended to him. Her hands like a life line to a man set adrift.

"You got it," he tipped his head with a ghosting grin. "Can you hand me the metal stake. We'll fill 'em up and I'll secure it down so Santa isn't blown into the next life." Milo held out his hand, a soft wiggle in his outstretched hands, waiting for an excuse to "accidentally" brush against hers.

[somedayistodayoth]

"Yeah, sure," Lily paused, her eyes scouring the area by her feet. She'd be a liar if she ever said decorating wasn't one of her favorite things in the world. Growing up, her parents had placed great emphasis on 'tis the season. Her mom was the type to have ginger bread cookie bake-off's and holiday movie marathons all December. Along with winning every neighborhood Christmas decoration contest for having 'the most festive house' on the block. Karen Roe was a yuletide connoisseur, and being extra were in the strands of Lily's very DNA. "Damn it, I can't-" before she could finish her statement she'd located the stake. Snatching it up, she handed it to him. Her eyes lingering a bit longer than they should, and her fingertips warmed from the slight heat of his touch. Squeezing her hand into a ball, she curled it behind her back in attempt to preserve the small douse of his heat. It was stupid and unconscious but she did it all the same.

"With this weather, he might be blown into the next millennium." she threw over her shoulder, pivoting and going inside to drag two gigantic red bows from their place on the living room floor. "When you're done with Mr. Claus over there, I think I want these babies adoring the lights." She had two on her patio and she tipped her chin to each. One by the back door and the other parallel a few feet away. "Tell me you think this is overkill so I can squee in the most obnoxious way." She begged with this huge dumb grin pressing into her cheeks.

[somedayistodayoth]

"Davey is mom home?" The question echoed around the empty foyer as Jude closed the door behind him. Fuck, it's cold, he thought untying his scarf. He was careful not to hurt his injured hand. The one currently bandaged so tightly it was short of cutting off circulation to the rest of his body. The wound hurt like hell but Thuy had blown on it so he figured the pain would take its time to disappear after. "And before you try to ignore me I saw your car in the driveway," Pushing out of his boots and shrugging out of his wool winter coat, he continued to the den where he was sure Davey waited. The sound of the television greeted him and so did the hard yelp of his twin's shout. "Did you hear me?" he grit out not at all concerned with what Davis was currently doing.

@theunkindnessofrxvens

[theunkindnessofrxvens]

"Is it safe for me to assume that dinner will come after I finish this?" Milo's expression softened in the wake of his the jest that warbled in his tone. His eyes greedily followed the faint smile that wormed its way onto Lily's lips as she studied his handy work. "If they come out cockeyed, I will blame the wind." @somedayistodayoth

[somedayistodayoth]

"Yes," she stated...rather quickly. This, him stringing lights on her balcony and helping her blow up inflatable Santa, had been another excuse to hang out. Since her impromptu text message inviting him for dinner she'd been on this binge to see him more frequently. Always wanting more time after each encounter. She blamed all those sleepless nights she'd spent curled up in a ball missing him. Pursing her lips, she stood by the door and surveyed the area. Lights weaved down the columns in cherry array, not yet sparkling. Lily could already feel her neighbor's envy. Maybe this year she was being extra with all of her spontaneous decorations but she'd rather enjoy every second then let it go to waste. A realization a hard experience taught her.

Fanning his comment off with a tilt of her lips, she pushed off the door jam and closed the distance between them. "Maybe put some more air in him. That way the wind won't stand a chance."

[egosdeaths]

GRETA ONIEOGOU via tiktok

[theunkindnessofrxvens]

"You would think the guy who is willing to fund your film would get a little heads up that you've returned to this god forsaken town. Alas, Griffin Cunningham III has once again be thrown to the wolves by Jude Baker." Griffin laid his head back against the tufted pillow, his eyes drifting closed to bask in the warmth of a balmy Tree Hill afternoon. "Move that big head out of the way and take a seat. You are blocking up my sun. @somedayistodayoth

[somedayistodayoth]

Jude lifted his sunglasses to take in Griffin. His expression stoic and unmoving. His boss had sent him on this mission because this was now apart of his job. A nuance if you asked him. Nostrils flared as Griffin's words settled under his skin. This asshole, Jude thought, not moving an inch even as Griffin prodded. "I want to make something crystal clear. Though your money is being used to finance one of our projects, I still don't work for you." Settling his sunglass back on the bridge of his nose, he sidestepped after another lingering second before dropping the folder on Griffin's chest. The paper hitting skin making a muffled thud. "For you. Sign before the end of the day. Thank you."