Chapter 355: Moving Day
“You can take those up to the master bedroom – up the stairs, second door to the right,” Jackson told a mover carrying a large box of belongings.
Surprisingly, the actual move into Dellingham Cottage hadn’t taken more than a couple of hours. Given that he had lived his entire life so far in his parents’ home, Jack’s few personal possessions had easily fit into a small rental truck. Since the house was fully furnished, the boxes were mostly books, electronics and clothes, but he still hired a team of movers to assist.
He stepped back and looked at the cottage. Despite its name, the house was large and sprawling. Though certainly not a mansion, it was more space than he really needed. He planned on living alone for the time being. Even a cleaning lady was out of the question until he was sure his career as an author had taken off – and even then, would likely not be a live-in. Those days were over, he supposed.
“Excuse me,” a voice said from behind him.
Jack turned to find an older gentleman in a suit approaching.
“My name is Meade,” the man said. “Daniel Meade. And I assume you are the owner of this property?”
Jack stuck out a hand.
“Yes, I’m the owner,” he said. “Jackson Flynn.”
“A pleasure, Mr. Flynn,” Meade said. “I know this may seem odd, given that you’re moving in, but I represent an investor who is quite interested in acquiring this property.”
“Excuse me?” Jack asked, surprised. “Someone wants to buy Dellingham Cottage?”
“Indeed,” Meade replied, nodding. “In fact, they’re willing to make a quite generous offer for ….”
Jack held up a hand and interrupted, gently.
“I’m afraid it’s not for sale, Mr. Meade,” he said. “This property has been in my mother’s family for nearly 300 years, so it has great sentimental value to her – and to me.”
“Well, I’m sure we could reach some kind of agreement,” Meade replied. “A lease, perhaps? So you could retain ownership while my client could ….”
“I’m afraid not,” Jack said. “As you noted, I am only just now moving in myself. This is my home now, and I don’t plan on leaving Dellingham anytime soon. I’m sorry, but your client will have to find another property. There is no sum of money that could persuade me to part with this house. It’s part of my family heritage.”
“I understand,” Meade replied. “At least I can report that I made an effort.”
“Certainly,” Jack said, turning to go inside. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get settled in. Good day, Mr. Meade.”
“Good day, Mr. Flynn,” Meade said.
Jack walked into the house, still puzzling over the man’s interest in his home. Certainly, he’d always appreciated the quaint comfort of Dellingham Cottage – but there were far more impressive homes within only a few miles.
“I think this is the last of it, sir,” one of the movers said, approaching. “Anything else you need from us?”
“No, thank you,” Jack replied. “I believe that’s all.”
As the men left, Jack walked into the parlor and collapsed onto the sofa, stretching. Despite the ease of the move, it had already been a stressful day.
“Welcome home,” he said aloud to himself, looking about.
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not for the last time
words escape me
i am bound breathless, wordless, and utterly awed
full of feeling that finds no way to escape itself
but which is bigger than the room i’m in
for the first time
i am made aware of my soul
it is strong at my core, tugging and yearning for its other half
and feeling only complete when our bodies become one singular entity
and our old bones fuse to make a life brand new
this time
limbs move without thought
the magnetism of our bodies being pulled by a phantom field
that is not physically there and exists only in my mind
longing for the gentle touch of your fingertips
which i call home.
a new home, 7/9/23
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Honestly this one almost broke my pattern so far a bit. I am trying to avoid games from which existence I know but neither saw a playthrough nor played it myself.
Frostpunk I literally knew from Stupendium and those two beautiful songs he made for the game:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8V3S...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW7EI...
However especially Purpose for New London inspired me so much in past for drawing, when I saw the prompt "flame", I had the deepest urge to make something for this particular game, despite never looking deep into it.
So in order to not fully break with my structure here I started watching some German LPs of the game......and grew a bit frustrated about the way a lot of folks were playing it. I've always loved stragedy games and have been rather perfectionistic in the past with my way of playing this kinda stuff.
So since I wanted to see and play this myself in my usual style I actually rather randomly got me the entire thing on PS4 and BOY I am glued to this since than. It has become another save haven to me whenever I am fed up with RL. Thus I am even more glad now that I added this to my Inktober challenge here.
What a game ~
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So I haven’t talked about this on main before, but the situation in South Gaza has gotten so horrifying that I’m p much throwing caution to the wind to desperately plead for eyes on this. I’m raising awareness about stories from activists in Gaza right now, including one of our own.
My lovely, wonderful friend Swin (aka tumblr user @combaticon) was deployed as a volunteer medic to a Gaza hospital on the 9th.
When the bloodshed started, she heard they needed extra hands in Gaza, she spoke Arabic and had the training, and she went.
I’ve been in contact with her throughout. She’s so incredibly brave it takes my breath away. My heart bleeds for these children she’s taking care of and how resilient they are is… astonishing.
Swin and these poor people have been under siege for so long, and they’re in desperate need of critical supplies. They have to filter water through their clothes, and it’s getting dangerously cold. Foods finally been getting through, but there’s not enough blankets and jackets to go around and there’s no fuel for the generators.
Their comrades in the West Bank have been completely pushed out by settler thugs. It’s incredibly unsafe to even be doing humanitarian work for Palestinians. Remember this the next time a Zionist tells you they’re doing this to ‘feel safe’. The IOF is arming lynch mobs.
On a personal note, this has been the most gut-wrenching week of my life. Every day when I wake up without a text from her I feel so much fear. I fight back the grief but I don’t know how to help or what to do. It’s terrifying.
Swin has asked for nothing, absolutely nothing other than something it can show the people around it to make them feel like they’re not going to be abandoned. To make sure they’re not forgotten in some pit praying Rafah opens before Israel decides to slaughter them all.
Today was a bad day. She’s alive but beyond worrying about her privacy now; she’s asked me to share this and to beg that we not lose steam and forget about them. Please share this, and please keep being fucking annoying and loud and digging your heels in with fury because we cannot let these people die silently.
[Times of Gaza] [QUD network] [Eye on Palestine]
[link to GCC registration website as the link in this picture is broken]
Please keep in mind that the Global Conscience Convoy is NOT soliciting donations, and registration is to sign up for attendance to the actual event in Cairo. There’s a list of other actions you can do to boost awareness for their protest at Rafah on the website.
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Imagine you're Lan Xichen. You've spent the past decade+ worrying about your younger brother who, according to your own perspective on things, fell wildly in love with an evil heretic cultivator, kinda betrayed your sect for him, got punished within an inch of his life by your elders, and spent subsequent years in mourning when said evil heretic cultivator got killed.
You're starting to think that your brother is never going to get over this, is always going to be holding onto a certain amount of grief and anger and lonesome distance.
But then one day, he brings another guy home! And, yes, this guy is not perfect either. He's also a heretic cultivator and a notorious lunatic, who is in a bad position with your own situationship. But! Maybe Wangji is finally starting to move on? Even if his bad taste persists, this one is at least more manageable. How fortuitous that your stubborn, obsessive brother should finally find a new yeah no that's Wei Wuxian, isn't it?
It's just Wei Wuxian again.
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