Jesse Delacroix

Keep walking, and running

And running for miles

Ain't going back to Barton Hollow
Devil gonna follow me e'er I go
Won't do me no good washing in the river
Can't no preacher man save my soul
Miles and miles in my bare feet
Still can't lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
I know the Lord my soul won't take

April 2020



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Apr. 23rd, 2020

OOC: Application

Baptized in dirty water )

Apr. 27th, 2017


Remind me it's not a good idea to try and sell my soul. Or make some kind of deal. Or do anything stupid, because we know how those things operate. The problem is that it's so fucking tempting. Nicky's getting sicker by the day and there doesn't seem to be anything we can do. I'm at my wit's end.

Feb. 14th, 2017


It's hard to be mad at anything when you've got this kind of view going on outside your window. For real, though. When we landed, I slept for 12 hours, time difference adjusting be damned. I also slept on the plane. Apparently I was tired, y'all, who'd have guessed?

But now I'm up and around, and we've been going to the beach and soaking up the culture. It's so fucking relaxing, holy shit. They'll have to hogtie me and dump me back onto the return plane. (OK, not really. But I'll be sad to leave the beach behind.)

Feb. 5th, 2017


I changed my laptop background to this, because seeing it every time I open it makes me feel calmer. It's on my list of places to visit someday.

I got the cast taken off my leg a few weeks ago, but I still haven't been working too much, for a couple reasons. I get tired easily, I'm not keen on getting snatched again, and it means there's someone to watch Bastian while everyone else works.

[Nicholas + JJ]
Still having nightmares, too, but I didn't feel like announcing that to all and sundry. They're super fun, and if I've kicked you or something in my sleep...I'm sorry.

Dec. 19th, 2016


I'm still here. Healing up, and hating my cast as much as I did the last time, but I'm still here.

The house looks like Christmas exploded both inside and out, and it's honestly helping to lift my mood somewhat. Comfort and joy and family, those are the things that are doing the most good right now.

Aug. 27th, 2016


[Away from baddies, because like hell does he want them anywhere near their child]
The power came back on just in time for my birthday, which was a gift in itself. I was holding Bastian when it came back on, and I started to do a happy dance in place, I was so pleased. I'm pretty sure he thinks his daddy's an oddball now, but hey. Best to learn it while he's young.

Speaking of Bastian, he's perfect. Even though I'm probably massively biased, but whatever. I never thought I'd even settle down, now I'm living in a house with two wonderful people, all my brothers, and my son. I just...I don't even have words. I'm so lucky.

Apr. 9th, 2016


So, in some good news: the house is more or less livable again. The windows have been replaced, and I had an electrician come in to look at the fixtures on the first floor. I made up some bullshit about a surge, and I'm pretty sure he could tell I was talking out of my ass, but he didn't press me on it. He told me things were fine, and I could replace the bulbs and use the lights normally. We got a new microwave and XBox, and the would-be Death Lamp was thrown out and replaced. So at least that's fixed and done.

...I think I'm turning into a house husband. Minus the husband part. Still pretty OK with that.

Mar. 4th, 2016


Fuck. Fucking fuck. The house is a fucking disaster area. The kitchen windows have to be replaced, as well as one in the living room. I'm throwing out the lamp that tried to kill me, and the light bulbs all need to be replaced on the main floor. The XBox is a pile of scrap that I found in the backyard, and the microwave is pretty much just a pile of melted plastic.

I have 12 stitches in my face and cuts on my hands, and Isaiah has bruises all down one side. If I ever find out who's unleashing poltergeists on the city, I'm going to do something I'll quite likely regret in the morning.

Dec. 16th, 2015


Nine days til Christmas, and I'm still basically running around like a headless chicken. Trying to organize a proper Christmas after years of not having one is a little stressful, but I'm still going to have a go at it. It's something I really want to do, especially after the rollercoaster of a year that we've had.

Nov. 7th, 2015


[Away from Jayden]
I think I'm just going to give him some space for a while. Trying to force him to come back isn't going to help anything. It'd probably just make things worse.

Oct. 11th, 2015


[Nicholas, JJ, viewable to his brothers]
You will never guess what happened to us today.

Jun. 9th, 2015


Summer is here, and it's glorious. I had a nap this afternoon, and the sunlight streaming in was an added bonus. This weekend, I'm advocating for a beach trip, because this weather doesn't stick around nearly long enough. I want to squeeze every second out of summer.

Apr. 30th, 2015


I've been watching a Cutthroat Kitchen marathon on Food Network, and one of the dishes they had to make was jambalaya. This provoked two reactions. I immediately shouted at the TV that they better not mess it up, and then I went and searched the kitchen for everything I needed to make my own. Which I did, while watching them run around like headless chickens trying to make a good one. It's not terribly hard, but you have to do it right. I added some sausage and spicy peppers to mine, and the whole kitchen smells fantastic.

Feb. 1st, 2015


So I was channel-surfing today, and I came across the Lilo & Stitch movie. And I am a sucker for that film, so of course I had to stop and watch it. By the time they got to Stitch being apprehended, I lost it. Tears. Tears everywhere.

And it got me to thinking. So much of life lately has been about darkness and sadness (and not without reason), and I don't think I've really appreciated the things I have lately.

This is my family. Is little, and broken. But still good. Yeah. Still good. )

Jan. 23rd, 2015


Fuck you and your snow, New York. Deep winter is the only time I regret leaving the sound, and only because I miss the year-round tolerable weather.

I'm going to build a fire and hunker down in front of it. That sounds like a great idea. Also maybe pizza.

It's way too quiet around here.

Jan. 4th, 2015


So since it's been kind of rainy and gloomy outside, I spent part of the afternoon cleaning out some boxes in the back of the closet. (Master suite this may be, but there's three people's things in there, and space is at a premium.) And I found (or re-discovered, I suppose) the following items:

-Navy blue eyeliner with sparkles in it
-A pair of obscenely tight leather pants
-An apron from a burger joint I worked at in North Carolina
-This thing (which I have no recollection of buying or obtaining...)
-An old helmet I thought I'd lost
-A broken alarm clock that I threw away was basically a treasure hunt from back in the day. But in a good way.

Dec. 29th, 2014


So I woke up to find this in the garage on Christmas morning.

Pretty sure the only thing that would've made this better would be to have Jay here. Though we've been to see him a few times, and it does seem like this was the best course.

Still wish he was home, though.

Nov. 5th, 2014


[Texted to Nicholas & JJ]
Jay's in the hospital. [Details] If you two could stop by when you're free, I'd appreciate it.
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Oct. 23rd, 2014


Asinine is right. Sweet tapdancing christ. That head-covering pillow should just be burned, on principle. Add that to the list of reasons to stay off airplanes.

Summer seems like it never wants to end, and I'm pretty OK with that. The less time there's snow on the ground, the better. Rain, fine. Wind, sure. Snow, ice, or sleet-I'm out. You'll have to pry me out of bed with a crowbar.

Aug. 22nd, 2014


27 now, woo. At least this birthday was infinitely better than the last one. I went back and looked at my post from last year, and...yeah. Just. Miles away from this time last year. I could definitely get used to this.