#jacky-bobby

[campbluelake]

h.a.g.s., past tense | jacky-bobby | endgame

Never one to willingly participate in magical rituals for good reason, Jacky-Bobby Jackson makes an exception. Looking back on his time at the camp, he found himself doing that quite a bit.

Rules like "don't bother forming any attachments" and "don't let anyone know you as anything other than a stoic" fell by the wayside.

He made plenty of exceptions, even going as far as to get his clothes muddy in the name of fun. He openly laughed in an amusement park, of all places. Played games that he absolutely couldn't afford or imagine in his childhood. Swore in a manner that he hadn't since the 1940's. Sang in front of everyone. Shockingly had a slumber party. Stayed up all night making train after train for a group that were practically strangers to him.

They got him to break the most important rule of all. They got him to care.

On the best note, the summer gave him a longer moment with his son. Buddy had made something special out of the campground. Time would tell if Bob would adequately carry on the family legacy.

His faith in that's still a work-in-progress. Jacky-Bobby plans to stick around for a while yet, to make sure that things turn out smoothly for the camp here on out. No matter where Jacky-Bobby ends up in the world, he'll keep the camp in his periphery, acting as its guardian to swoop in at a moment's notice.

And in his heart, he'll hold onto all of the good times he had here.

"Should anyone ask, I didn't contribute to anything. . .," the pause is palpable, "magical. For the record."

He'll grant that magic's maybe good for one thing: saving all of the people he considers friends.

Jacky-Bobby lifts a hand in Ines' direction, giving a small wave.

"I've changed my mind on what I told you earlier. I could use an apprentice or two, after all. We'll talk."

Witch hunting. Demon hunting. The skills were transferable. Her natural talent could use some guidance. Who better than Jacky-Bobby Jackson?

"And, Malyce... If you're still interested in some of the things we talked about before...the road trip, the training, that's fine. We'll talk, as well."

They were brothers once upon a time. With some work, they could be again.

"That goes for just about all of you—the talking part, I mean. I'm sure there will be at least one summer in the future where you'll find yourselves in need of employment, yes? Come back, and have a real summer at Camp Blue Lake. Most of you have proven yourselves worthy."

The exceptions to that know who they are, hopefully.

"Do keep in touch. I'll be sure to put in a good word."

[hideousvampire]

doodle dump ft musical johnny cade with a lollipop and mike patton my gf

also this is my history project this year but minus the essay that goes with it except i used cuba and his teddy bear characters to stay motivated

for those who need it CW FOR BLOOD!!

[melancholicstation]

[soapoperalove]

[bamboozledcorvid]

I’ve regained my obsession with Jack Mercer.

He’s perfect, He’s a funky little mamas boy rockstar.

He’s so ready to shoot a car and crack someone with a metal ride but then he flinches and hides when his brothers shoot people and keeps looking back at the boy the injured cause he feels bad.

Look at his little pout. He tries so hard to appear cool to his big brothers especially Bobby and he cares so much what they think of him.

And omg him singing to himself in the car.

And “no running in the halls!”

I just love him yk

[dreamofstarlight]

Jack and Jackie sailing with Caroline, Joe II, Bobby Jr, and Bobby Shriver

[mrskennedy]

Jacqueline Kennedy at the unveiling of a JFK memorial in Runnymede, Surrey near London. The memorial was inaugurated by Queen Elizabeth II. May 14th, 1965.

Also photographed are Robert F. Kennedy and Caroline Kennedy.

[lancerliterature]

my updated masterlist

one-shots:

for president john f. kennedy/reader:

• the private conference (18+) - as cold war tensions rise, president john f. kennedy calls one of his secretaries into the oval office to help him relax.

• prima nocta (18+) - while looking for some romantic experience, you find yourself turning to president john f. kennedy, a friend of your father’s, for help.

for senator john f. kennedy/reader:

• to love, honor, and obey (18+) - in the late 1950s, your husband, senator john f. kennedy, brings you to dinner with his congressman colleagues. when you start to tease him under the table, you soon realize you may have bitten off more than you can chew.

for college-age john f. kennedy/reader:

• just relax (18+) - the summer before his graduate program at stanford, young jack kennedy brings his new fiancée out on a sailboat for some much-needed alone time.

• here is my ao3 link, where i go by the user “writethebodyelectric”

thank you for stopping by!

[salemhours]

Ugh it’s honestly so disappointing there are almost no JFK x Reader fics out there since I’ve had such a random and odd obsession with the Kennedy’s + their whole aesthetic and a small crush on JFK with nothing to fuel it. So I thought since it was summer I could spend some of my free time improving my writing by contributing to the “community” even when it’s just about 4 people tops. I’m lowk kinda high rn so lets see if this idea even sticks tomorrow but I think it’d be rlly fun so feel free to send in any fic ideas or even anything you wanna put out there Kennedy related!! I’m pretty sure I have my box open so don’t be shy!!

[twixnmix]

Ads for Wampler's Ballarena in Dayton

Duke Ellington - January 29, 1960

Lloyd Price - March 13, 1960

Fats Domino - October 22, 1961

Ike & Tina Turner - June 1, 1962

Jackie Wilson - May 19, 1963

Bobby Blue Bland - November 15, 1963

James Brown - November 20, 1964

Lloyd Price / Erma Franklin - August 15, 1965

Four Tops - July 9, 1966

[jacks-weird-world]

[campbluelake]

A Bigger Cage | Jacky-Bobby 6.6 | Reflections

Rather than participate in the proceedings, witch hunter Jonathan Robert's content to play the part of a silent observer. Unlike with Malyce, he held no murky feelings of hesitation when it came to Abby. They'd been diametrically opposed from the very start.

Even under their veils of being what they both thought were modern renditions of a stuck-up preppy boy and a Garfield-loving artsy girl, their true instincts won out. They could never get along, with their inveterate opposition, something at their core of whatever counts as their souls.

What stayed his hand from burning Abby alive was his incorrect belief that she was some harmless fool who liked playing with plants and trinkets. Spilling the blood of some herbal witch wasn't worth his time nor energy. His curse needs a more sure-fire remedy than that. It'd take hunting down the right curse maker to break himself out of the agony of eternity.

But after all that's happened here, he's realized that he needs to expand his witch hunting criteria expeditiously. He's been far too conservative in his practices. Magic, the blight that it is, must be eradicated. It poisons the hearts of gullible men; it deceives and it destroys. There's no such thing as a 'good witch,' that's never been so clear.

The vision of the barbaric massacre of Briarwood fails to garner sympathy from Jacky-Bobby. His opinion doesn't sway. If anything, the wasteful methodology of the hunters (they're actually not worthy of that name) annoys him. Hundreds of years of progress have benefited his profession, refined it into a sophisticated art.

He'd have found her, vanquished her, and reduced her to ash. No innocent people would've died as long as they stayed out of his way.

Abby's memory of Vual, forced into his head like the last flashback, only serves to sicken him. Cider won't taste ever taste the same. It'll reek of cloying artificiality, just like this made-up environment and the witch that runs it. Jacky-Bobby's sure, after laying eyes on the demon, that he can take him.

He chafes at the restraints that his distance from Hell brings. One day, he'll take a hard fall off of his immortal coil, the shackle that it is, and he'll turn that Duke into a pauper. A demon of nothing, of no-meaning. He'll do it for Malyce and all the misguided dreamers like him. Hell will be his, no matter how long it takes.

It's a mercy for Vual that Jacky-Bobby's trapped on earth.

At Abby's offer, he audibly scoffs, the most noise he's made in a long while. Staying might mean more time with his son, but it wouldn't be right. Buddy deserves peace. They have to let go and be grateful for what they had. That's the reality of life—the love in a goodbye, and how it persists and transcends above all else. It's a shame that lesson can't get through to Abby.

He'll gladly take on the burden of suffering. Eden be damned, Jacky-Bobby will live on his own terms.

[lancer-andlace]

Jackie with her brother-in-law Bobby

[melancholicstation]

robert f kennedy after interrupting his own indiana campaign schedule—humours a very smitten young girl @ an indianapolis daycare in 1968. 😢

“Bye-bye I’ve gotta go now”

“Where are you going?”

“Oh I don’t know, going to speak to some grown ups I think. That’s not nearly as much fun.”

[tfc2211]

Jackie Gleason And His Orchestra – Autumn Leaves / Oo! What You Do To Me (1955)

Trumpet Solo: Bobby Hackett

[dreamofstarlight]