#brookesmxrt

                    ❛ uh, brooke ? ❜

don’t be fooled by the concern in his tone, brooke davis ! even jack wilder can’t hide the grin her words bring to his face. ah, brooke – every time he looks at her, he feels his breath leaving his lungs. how he managed to convince someone like her to accept him – and more, to wait for him – would forever be a mystery to him. and still, his tone is TEASING as he reaches out for her, wrapping an arm around her waist, tilting his head down at her.

                    ❛ should i be WORRIED ? ❜

[ text: b. davis 👠 ] colour me impressed bdavis. i’d give it a solid 8/10.[ text: b. davis 👠 ] that lingerie is doing the lord’s work, you have to tell me where you got it.

 after  his  own  romantic  gesture  the  night  before  (  one  he’d  continue  to  deny  in  a  heartbeat  if  asked  ),  arriving  home  to  a  gigantic  red  box  sitting  on  his  front  steps  is  a  welcomed  surprise.   as  a  general  rule,  felix  has  never  been  one  for  valentines  day.   a  once  a  year  mushfest  reserved  for  the  world’s  biggest  suckers  was  of  no  interest  to  him  –––  at  least,  until  now.   make  no  mistake,  it’d  take  a  lot  more  than  a  certain  tree  hill  cheerleader  to  turn  him  into  bill  shakespeare  incarnate,  but  never  before  had  a  mere  box  of  chocolates  (  even  one  the  size  of  north  carolina  )  brought  a  smile  quite  like  that  to  his  lips.   tucking  the  parcel  under  his  arm,  he  glances  towards  the  house  next  door  with  a  hint  of  fondness  in  his  gaze  before  reaching  for  his  phone  &  composing  a  new  message.

u dont like ketchup and u like carrot cake im rethinking our entire relationship

     ‘ come to give me your number & remember this time? ‘

  live footage of caleb rivers @ the women’s march

SCREAMING