#jacklynchh

[rafaelmoldonado]

@jacklynchh

"I just want a lot of animals back here." Rafael stuffed his hands in his pockets as he surveyed the yard. It was an area with the potential for unbelievable beauty but he could not picture it. He just needed something to look at while he was having his coffee on the porch. "Birds, butterflies, whatever. And it doesn't have to be organized. I'd be happy if it was kind of crazy and hectic."

[theleonardkatz]

@jacklynchh

"It's got to be massive!" Leonard paraded back and forth in front of Jack. What was happening before his revelation wasn't important. The only thing that mattered was that Jack begin work on his masterpiece. "I want 10 FT tall hedges. It's gotta be the best maze you've ever seen and I need it ready as soon as possible. But most definitely by Halloween. To be honest, I'm not sure if it even needs to be solved. I'll leave that to you."

[tefibetancourt]

availability / @jacklynchh location / the pour house timeline / saturday, september 14th, 2024 at 10:41 pm.

so this was what it was like to be public enemy number one! persona non grata! tefi, deluded as some people claimed she was, didn’t think she’d come out of this foster-and-phoebe situation unscathed. she was on borrowed time, living on phoebe’s best friend’s couch. this was their hometown, not hers (thank god), so it made sense that people in the know wouldn’t like her. if they even had in the first place. she knew going into her revenge scheme that she wouldn’t be innocent, and no one was going to have sympathy for the homewrecking bitch. though, technically, wouldn’t phoebe be the homewrecker, even if tefi and foster didn’t love each other anymore? whatever, no one was going to see that way, and she’d just look like an even bigger bitch if she tried to claim otherwise.

not everyone hated her, though. or, not everyone hated her because of what happened at the waterway diner last week. she had made enemies in blue harbor just by being herself, and there was one such enemy at the pour house that night. tefi enjoyed bothering jack lynch ever since they shared an ill-fated one night stand months ago. his negative reactions to her were hilarious, in her opinion, and any reaction was better than no reaction, she had learned at a young age. that was all she got from her parents since she turned twelve: blank faces and irritated sighs. as long as jack was telling her to fuck off, that meant he was talking to her. sidling up to jack at the bar, tefi flashed a bright, provoking smile. “heeeeey, bestie! what're you drinking tonight? got room for one more?”

[chillpills]

“ pretty sure if i robbed a bank i wouldn’t go around flaunting the wealth, s’like if i were to win the lottery. i wouldn’t outright say it, but there would be signs. ” she wasn’t exactly sure what the signs would be if that were the case — she never really sat down and thought about it. probably start with something silly to chase that initial high, like a blimp just because. maybe even an entire hotel mini bar because one would have to be in possession an amex black to afford a water bottle out of those things. don’t even get her started on the nuts, she still remembered the field trip in fourth grade where she ‘accidentally’ charged $12 to the school for a little tin. “ nah i uh — ” she hoisted herself up onto the vacant stool beside him despite the selection of open ones she had the pick of the litter of. “ rightfully just took a portion of those blue-haireds social security collections over there. ” subtle nod towards the corner, little huddle of men still shuffling cards while she placed the one in her hand on the bar top. “ you ever play ? ” glasses eventually hit the wood with a clank, gentle nudge sliding his over. “ m'jude, by the way. you new ... or somethin' ? ” corner of her lip curled into a grin as she tossed his initial wording back at him.

The bubble of irritation swelling in his chest deflated at that, swallowed by the air of obvious mischief which radiated from the newcomer. Mild discomfort took its place as she slid in beside him. Did no one get the concept of personal space anymore? If it hadn't been for her order he might've grumbled about that, but who was he to turn down a free drink? After all, he thought to himself, she clearly has enough cash, enough that he didn't even feel bad about his initial snappishness... or, at the very least he could ignore the twinge of guilt that tugged at him as curiosity took over. "You just rob a bank or somethin'?" He asked gruffly, brows furrowed as he took in the stack of notes in her hand.

➥ @chillpills

[theromandaniels]

📲 JACK, GRIEF GROUP.

ROMAN: According to sources, Louise was spotted buying cat food after all. ROMAN: Apologies for the random text, my sister thought it'd be appropriate to share with you.

@jacklynchh

[scarlettrxse]

who: @jacklynchh when: whenever where: outside of the weekly grief meeting

Taking a few steps out of the doorway of the building she had been frequenting, she waited a few moments as others made their exit. Waving goodbye to some, smiling as she waited. When her brown hues landed on Jack she immediately took a step towards his direction. "Was it me, or was this session a little harder than the others ones?" she tried to offer a small smile, though these meetings were starting to take a toll on her. In a big way they were helpful, in another they were something she struggled with having locked away her grief for so long. Jack had been nice to her her first time there, so the redhead was pretty fond of him. "God, I feel like I need a stiff drink after actually."

[themadisynhuang]

≈ meadowview farm. with @jacklynchh

Perhaps hiring a landscaper who did like regular yard work was possibly not the best idea Madi had, but also if this Jack Lynch had an issue with it, his advertisements in the local paper should have been more specific.

Ugh, was that who Madisyn was a person now? Someone who not only read the local paper that had no gossip, only advertisements for local businesses? That she personally contacted?

Maybe she should have tracked down her old PA after all, sent her a fruit basket, beg her to take her job back so Madi would never have to stare at another calendar ever again.

Still, she pushed all that aside as the landscaper approached the farmhouse, gated off from the seasonal petting zoo the previous owners implemented, but it seemed profitable and great aesthetically for Instagram, so Madi was keeping it for now. Truthfully, as she examined the man walking up the path, she was expecting a super hunky cowboy type, and was disappointed that this guy just seemed...fine. Hot, sure, in that broody sad boy way. But probably not exactly up for a good time.

"Hi there, I'm Madisyn Huang!" She put on her best showstopper smile as he closed the distance, meeting her on the porch. "You must be Jack Lynch. Thank you so, so much for meeting me today."

[thephoebeyates]

≈ hiking trail near forest lake. with @jacklynchh

It had been a while since Phoebe went on a hike. It was something she did a lot, the summer before her and Foster met. Not that he was the sole reason for the lack of outdoor activity; the weather hadn’t been great and since joining the paper, felt like she had no time to herself, preferring to enjoy her days off with good old-fashioned bed rotting. Still, she was waiting to hear if she had been accepted for this upcoming summer writing workshop — applied through Blue News — and with everyone else working that day, felt like there was little else to do that would be better at distracting her.

It was the easier of the few trails on offer, but her lack of recent experience and the hot sun blaring down soon had Phoebe out of breath and wanting to admit defeat. She was resting against a tree, trying to make sense of where exactly on the trail she was, freezing up when she heard the familiar sound of a branch cracking under someone’s step, a man appearing from the foliage, notebook in hand.

Now, realistically, she was aware it was the middle of the day, and a semi-popular trail so other people would be out and about, but she couldn’t help but be cautious, fingers gripping against the bark of the trunk as if that would somehow protect her if things turned south. “Just taking a break.” Because it was best to play safe by making idle small talk, nodding towards the book in his grasp. “You write? I write too, kinda, over at The Blue News.” Translation: people will notice if I don’t come in tomorrow and I have enough connections that it’d make the front page. Not that it was true, but still…it wasn’t lying if she was just making insinuations.  

[izuluzakwe]

starter for @jacklynchh

IZZY: would you classify right now as "late fall"? should I keep fertilizing my roses or should I be winterizing them? IZZY: when i do winterize them, will you please help me bind them up? last year the thorns absolutely ruined my jacket IZZY: also hi this is izzy btw

[doctornilayxaksoy-esfahani]

🌽 - Have you ever gotten lost in a corn maze?

"I have, yes. In fact... It's sort of a funny story. I went to Leonard Katz's Summerween with my family and, while Eli was having some one-on-one time with the girls, I decided to check out the corn maze and see how difficult it was. I was maybe lost for... all of five minutes when I collided with Jack and sprained my wrist. Now, he says it was an accident; I say that it was intentional, all because we can't agree on what's the better outdoor plant: bougainvillea or wisteria. For the record, it's absolutely bougainvillea."

𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙳

𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐… @elijahfalvey ; @jacklynchh

[momentspassd]

— characters: sam & jack — setting: their street / neighborhood in forest lake — tagging: @jacklynchh

With youth and all of Samuel's formative years spent within a concrete jungle, aside from trips upstate or to Central Park, taking care of a yard had always been relatively foreign to a man that had little to no access vegetation.

California had been his first real experience with it. Somehow, in a neighborhood with front and back yards and tree lined streets, the writer was misfortuned that the house he'd called home the last three years had most of it's yard filled with a jungle gym and a small pool. The late ex and would be mother of his child, if she hadn't lied, had a HOA and with that came a recommended yard service.

So, really, the perfectly capable and physically fit author never really had to lift a finger outside.

It was a detriment now that Samuel lived in the Forest Lake area of Blue Harbor, because he was learning as he went in how to care for the yard he now possessed.

Life had played one too many tricks on him.

"Hey, neighbor," the New Yorker greeted the man that seemed to know what the hell he was doing, "mind if I ask you some advice?" Gloves on his hands were removed before Sam gestured back to his own yard. His lawn was patchy and some bushes framing around the front of his house were lush while others were riding the struggle bus.

"I water everything at the same time and I even give my lawn this feeder an associate at Home Depot recommended and it still looks like this."

[blueharborhq]

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[dailydanielchoi]

CLOSED STARTER for @jacklynchh !! WHERE: bright sparks community center garden

Daniel adjusted the collar of his coat against the chill in the air as he walked into Bright Sparks’ community garden early that morning. The center was organizing a trunk or treat event and Jia, of course, had taken the lead in planning. She’d forgotten some papers the last time she was at the center and like the dutiful older brother that he was, he was stopping by to pick them up real quickly before meeting her for breakfast. A few raised beds caught his eye, the soil freshly turned, and neat rows of flowers just beginning to bloom. He rounded a corner and was surprised to spot someone else, a man he didn’t recognize, kneeling by a bed of lavender with his hands carefully tending to the plants. Daniel cleared his throat softly, not wanting to startle the man, and offered a polite note when he looked up. “Morning,” he greeted with a polite smile, stopping a few steps away. “Didn’t think anyone else would be up this early. Do you, uh, work here or just happen to have a green thumb?” he joked.

[rafaelmoldonado]

This really got away from him. Not that he was surprised. Rafael was so well spoken in sessions that when there were no stakes, he barely tried. He was positive that Jack thought of him as an absolute idiot now. "No, that would be –" he sighed "–ridiculous." Squirrels had fur, what did they care about getting sunburned? Although that opened up a new avenue of unnecessary research he would undoubtedly get trapped in. "That part isn't that important. It's just if you can I think it would be cool." It was something he'd love but you couldn't just say that to a near-stranger. "Yeah so, just whatever you can do." He shrugged as if that casual gesture to erase the previous comedic he created by bringing up the squirrel tables.

Well, at least someone shared his disdain for Home Depot. He let out an involuntary snort of amusement, then tried to cover it up with a cough, the image of a squirrel using a car suddenly at the forefront of his mind. "Yeah. I could probably do that." At the very least he could see if Rory would take up a commission, though he didn't know how he'd explain why he needed several very tiny picnic tables while keeping a straight face. "Will they need little umbrellas for the tables too?" It was a genuine question, but Jack wasn't sure how well it came off considering the hard time he was having keeping his laughter down.

➥ tagging @rafaelmoldonado

[theromandaniels]

≈ the grief support group. with @jacklynchh

Whilst it had been nice to be home for a few days — surrounded by his loved ones who didn’t care for gossip or thinking of him as the singular black cloud over an otherwise idyllic blue-sky of a town — Roman did feel a little off-kilter. His consultation for his hand had led to him being made to wear a splint for the foreseeable future, making him feel like he was a newborn baby who had to have mittens forcibly shoved over their hands so they didn’t actually scratch their sensitive skin with their fingernails. 

Another factor was, indeed, missing the past week of the grief support group. Fair enough, a good 87% of the people annoyed him, but Roman was a man of routine. He could stomach Louise sobbing over the death of her great-aunt Mildred’s second-cousin Geraldine, who probably was either made up or died about fifty years ago, if the names were anything to go by. He could even put up with the fact he had now socialised with Rory outside of group, even if it just revealed him being some sort of weirdo with a penchant for llamas. Truly, as hard as it was for Roman to admit it, he just needed the structure, the camaraderie of these lost souls who banded together.

So, despite getting back early and the jet-lag, he still managed to make it to the meeting, even if he was sliding in five minutes late and sitting in the back, the leader thanking everyone for making it, giving their usual rehearsed speech and inviting anyone to share if they were willing. Instantly, Louise’s hand raised. From this distance, Roman couldn’t really see her, but knew tears would be welling her eyes the minute she stood and talked about how ‘well, it’s been a super tough week…’

“Fuck me,” He muttered, mostly to himself but loud enough the man next to him could overhear without disrupting the full group. “I hope she never gets into gardening, she’ll be coming in, fucking weeping over killing her…petunias or something.”

[themadisynhuang]

— meadowview farm. ft. jack lynch ( @jacklynchh )

The weather was slowly starting to make a change in Blue Harbor, Illinois, which meant that Jack would probably be coming less and less to the farm. It didn’t make a whole lot of difference to Madisyn in the long haul; the two weren’t exactly friends. She was his client, and he was being paid to provide a service for her. Still, Madi figured it wouldn’t exactly hurt to stay in his good books, for future projects once the weather turned back in the summer.

“Hi there!” She greeted through the open patio door as she entered her kitchen, placing down a box full of assorted fall treats she had collected from the main farm area, where the pumpkin carving workshops were finishing up that day. “I got told these are going to go stale, and I didn’t know if you’d be going down to carve a pumpkin so I brought all the pumpkin related treats to you!” Madisyn gestured to the box on the counter. “How we doing so far?”