#Jacques Lowe
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July 1958 - Senator John F. Kennedy photographed by Jacques Lowe in Hyannis Port, Massachusetts.
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Jacqueline Kennedy by Jacques Lowe 1960
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Jacqueline Kennedy by Jacques Lowe, 1960
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England, 1950s
Photo: Jacques Lowe
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One big, happy family/s
#one of these are a bastard child#can you tell who the bastard is?#anyway I like how the artist made sure you could tell none of them are happy#even whitley with his fake smile and glass eyes#you got the abusive & racist rich daddy#you got the mom drowning her sorrows with wine#you got the golden child that ran out the house as fast as possible#you got the affair baby that wants to kill his half siblings#you got the black sheep thats somehow also the nice one#and then you got the new favorite child that low key hates everyone here#rwby fix it fic#rwby rewrite#rwby au#jacques schnee#willow schnee#winter schnee#adam taurus#weiss schnee#whitley schnee#rwby
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Jackie Kennedy with one of her favorite photographers, Mark Shaw in the White House. Shaw took many famous photographs of the Kennedys throughout the 50s and 60s.
#jackie kennedy#jacqueline bouvier kennedy#mark shaw#kennedy family#the kennedys#mark shaw and jacques lowe 🫶🏻
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👁️👁️how would jauq react to bettyjuice?
The way any good skeleton would:
With love and acceptance! (and perhaps a bit of excitement)
Oh, look at how much fun they’re having!
#beetlebones#Beetlejuice#beetlejuice cartoon#procreate#bettyjuice#my art#toonjuice#Jacques Lalean#Oh thank you so much for this ask!#Someday I will post drawings that are not such low quality#Scanning from physical drawings is a learning process#Weekly scarobics classes are a perfect opportunity for some flirty competition
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In the foggy highlands of a primeval land, ten children are captured and brought together for a mysterious purpose. Accomplishing their captors' goal will write them into legend, but they'll risk everything to achieve something even more important: escape.
Captives is a low fantasy novella for fans of Tamora Pierce, Brian Jacques, and Rick Riordan. It features swords, magic, riddles, and young protagonists up against immense odds in a richly imagined world loosely inspired by Iron Age Britain.
#booklr#books#book trailer#low fantasy#tamora pierce#brian jacques#rick riordan#this novella started here on tumblr!#as a unique rp blog :)
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Happy April 1st!!
Can you believe it's been a whole year since the demo was first released?
Even if development has slowed down a little bit, I'm really happy people like the project so far, and hope you'll stick around as time goes on and see where things go.
To celebrate, a bunch of people in the discord server joined together to make a little collab pic of the main cast!
Credits below the cut~
Greg, Caramilla, Blacktooth - @asimplechaos
Jacques, Pragma - @zyhod
Inky, Aces High, Aces Low - @sulky-seli
Masque, Umi, Green Bean - @abraca-mari
Leau - bovinelimbs
Vega, Yona - @nellas-art
Francois, Barisol, Bruna - @feralunar
Viidra - @feyvagabond
#art#greg#caramilla#blacktooth#jacques#pragma#inky#aces high#aces low#masque#umi#green bean#leau#vega#yona#francois#barisol#bruna#viidra
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1960, Jackie by Jacques Lowe
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my this is the fall headcanon which i can have as its creator is that after jacques's death and maybe even after the kids' deaths they'll make an award-bait mrs. villareal biopic that is genuinely well made but like 99% inaccurate and hugo would probably publicly denounce it
#like is this canon is it not who's to say#i have so many Thoughts on her public perception and media narrative following her death i could write a book#i'll get into some of it eventually but they truly just have no idea who she actually was#it's very black and white. no nuance#she was basically never seen when she was alive except for public events no one really paid attention to her or cared what she did anyway#there are a lot of lies and cover ups about her also some of which were discovered and made public during the investigation#like how she had just started working at the company at 23 as a low-level employee#and jacques was 34 and her boss and their relationship started there that was covered up until the investigation#people know it now but like he recovered from the backlash#a lot of people DO think he killed her of course though. there have canonically been snl jokes about it#but like there are no interviews with her no diaries no publicly released family videos. no one knows what she spoke like her personality#they just have to project whatever personality would make sense with the narrative. they just have to guess#honestly realizing just now how big a theme media narratives are in this is the fall....like i have brought this up multiple times. hmmmm#this is the fall: extras
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Boy in Street. England. circa 1950s
Photo: Jacques Lowe
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Finished writing Lighthouse a bit earlier than I thought I would :3 just gotta edit it and keep posting chapters. There's 30 chapters, so I think it'll be about two months before it's all on ao3.
Not sure whether my next writing project is gonna be a short Rickorty fic or the sequel to my Kratreus modern AU. I'm definitely gonna do both but not sure what I'm doing first. We'll see what happens.
#i have some jacques mckeown stuff too but idk#the next book is out in april so maybe ill just throw those fics on the backburner until then#one of them is warden/jacques visiting earth and the other is malcolm/jacques body horror#i like em but theyre low priority rn
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Can you write something where Rafe falls for a girl in a committed relationship but the guy she’s with (who is a kook) just isn’t nice to her? Lots of angst plsssss
Please, please, please || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
A/n: thank u for the request 💗
Warnings: smoking, reader having alochol problems, swearing, reader x toxic!bf
Word count: 1,168
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divider by @yoonitos
“And please, please, please, don’t bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice. Heartbreak is one thing, my ego’s another, I beg you, don’t embarrass me motherfucker.”
“Trouble in paradise, three o’clock,” Topper mutters, letting out a low whistle as he leans against the porch railing. Rafe turns his head to see the source of the commotion. “Stop being so selfish!” Jacques, your boyfriend, shouts as he storms out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
“I don’t want to do it,” you retort, spinning around to face him on the other side of the vehicle, your eyes blazing with defiance. “How many fucking favors have I done for you? And yet you can’t even do one for me?” Jacques rages, his voice rising with frustration.
“I don’t care. I’m not doing it, Jacques,” you snap back, your voice cold and resolute as you slam his car door and start to walk away. In a fit of rage, Jacques slams his hand down on the roof of the car, the sound reverberating through the tense air. “Don’t slam my car, you fucking selfish bitch!” he yells, his words dripping with venom. You fight back tears, your vision blurring as you refuse to look back.
“Shit,” Topper mutters under his breath, watching the scene unfold with a mix of concern and disbelief. Rafe’s eyes follow you as you hurry up the stairs and disappear into the house. “I don’t know how she’s still with him when he treats her like absolute shit,” Topper says, shaking his head in dismay.
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Rafe had his eyes trained on you the entire dinner, even though you were seated at the far end of the table. His gaze was intense, unwavering, and concerned as he watched the tension between you and Jacques escalate.
As the bickering between you and Jacques grew more heated, Rafe’s expression hardened. You pushed your chair back abruptly, the legs scraping loudly against the polished floor, drawing the attention of everyone around the table.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jacques hissed, his hand shooting out to yank your arm down with a grip that made you wince in pain. “Let go of me, Jacques,” you seethed through gritted teeth, your voice low, trying to maintain a composed facade as your parents and a few other guests turned their heads in curiosity and concern.
“Don’t make a scene, okay?” Jacques warned, his voice dripping with irritation and a hint of desperation. “I’m not making a scene, you are!” you snapped back, your voice rising slightly as you yanked your arm free from his grip. With a final glare, you grabbed your purse and stormed out onto the verandah, the screen door slamming shut behind you with a resounding bang.
Rafe’s eyes followed your every movement, his jaw clenched in anger. “Excuse me for a moment,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the murmurs of the other diners. Pushing back his chair, he rose from the table, his movements deliberate and controlled, and followed you outside.
As he stepped onto the verandah, the cool night air hit him, and he saw you standing by the railing, your back to him, shoulders shaking slightly. He approached you cautiously, his footsteps soft on the wooden planks. “You good?” Rafe’s voice was gentle, filled with genuine concern as he reached out to touch your shoulder.
You flinch at his touch, turning your head slightly to the side. Quickly, you raise the back of your hand to wipe the spilt alcohol from the corner of your lips. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you stutter, hastily shoving the flask back into your purse as Rafe watches with a curious gaze.
“You sure? ’Cause you and your boyfriend don’t seem fine,” Rafe remarks, pulling a lighter and a cigarette packet from his pocket. He lights a cigarette with a swift, practiced motion, the flame briefly illuminating his concerned expression.
You stay quiet, the awkward silence stretching as you wonder if he saw the earlier confrontation. “Jacques just has a short temper sometimes, no big deal,” you chuckle awkwardly, your back pressing against the verandah railing. Rafe scoffs, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his eyes fixed on the dark, rippling water below.
“Why are you defending him? He’s a fucking prick, y/n,” Rafe says, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. You knew Rafe was right. The truth of his words stung, and for a moment, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Your mind raced, replaying the countless times Jacques’ temper had flared, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.
“I… I don’t know,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s complicated.” Rafe takes a deep drag of his cigarette, then flicks the ash away, his eyes never leaving yours. “It doesn’t have to be. You deserve better than that bastard,” he says, his tone softening. “You don’t have to put up with his shit, y’know that right?”
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you look down, unable to meet Rafe’s intense gaze. The weight of his words, the truth in them, felt both comforting and overwhelming. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, the cool night air filling your lungs.
“I know,” you whisper, finally lifting your eyes to meet his. “So then, why are you still with him.” He retorts, his face hard as he intensely stares at your face. You look out over the verandah, a small sigh escaping your lips.
“I’ve been with Jacques for so long, it’s hard to remember what life was like before him,” you confess, your voice trembling slightly, “I keep hoping he’ll change, but it never happens.” Rafe lets out a scoff as he shakes his head.
“Wake up y/n, people like Jacques rarely change. They promise they will, but it’s just words. You deserve someone who respects you, who doesn’t hurt you.” You nod slowly, the realization sinking in. “I know. I guess I’ve just been afraid to admit it. Afraid what my parents would say.”
"Who cares what your parents think?" Rafe scoffs, his tone dismissive. You exhale slowly, feeling the weight of their judgments. "They've got plenty to say about my drinking," you admit, shrugging. Rafe studies your side profile, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"They'll get over it. Jacques is a prick anyway," he replies nonchalantly, taking another drag from his cigarette before handing it to you. "Thanks," you mutter, accepting it and taking a long pull, watching the smoke swirl and dance in the air.
"I should probably head back," you say suddenly, passing the cigarette back to him. Rafe nods, stubbing it out. "Yeah, me too," he says, clearing his throat and smoothing down his shirt.
"Thanks, Rafe. For being here for me," you say sincerely, meeting his gaze. "Anytime, y/n. I'm always here for you," he replies with a warm smile, his hands tucked into his pockets. You nod, offering a small smile before heading back inside.
#drew starkey#rafe cameron#fanfiction#outer banks#rafe cameron x reader#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey x y/n#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x you#obx fanfiction#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x smut#outerbanks rafe#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks x reader#outer banks x you#outer banks x y/n#rafe outer banks#rafe obx#dark rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x kook!reader#drew starkey x you#drew starkey x female reader#rafe cameron angst#drew starkey x oc
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