#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."

[melancholicstation]

HUSBAND JACK SCHLOSSBERG HEADCANONS 𓍼 𓇢𓆸

taglist: @remotewatch @bloxholden35 @kennediva @h-l-vlovesvintage @absurdlyvintage @chemicalw0rld @fortheloveofjos @kimcrystal123 @astro-vibes-bro @tsloverr-13

might make this into a couple of one-shots??

imagining WIFE!READER as an orion carloto type, who balances modelling and writing, and makes tiktoks in the same vain of alanabananaxox on tiktok (she's been my no.1 tiktoker since 2021) and sotce.

met wife!reader at a runway after party of an up and coming new york indie brand ( sandy liang, khaite, bode etc. )

proposes to you with the blythe doll you had been obsessing over, dressed in a wedding dress and hand-customised by a popular etsy dealer with quite a high rate like this girl on tt

encouraged by jack to do a ‘what’s in my ( miu miu joie leather ) bag’ video on tiktok to help campaign for kamala akin to this video of anne hathaway but with a different vibe.

jack is ultimate embarrassing hard launcher bofy, leaving in all his girlfriends giggles that come from his chaotic antics when filming his videos.

wife!reader loves to slather jack’s face in biologique recherche’s “masque vivant”, he complains that it smells like rotting meat😹😹😹😹😹.

jack would be always on that damn phone during your runway shows, recording each time you pass him by in the catwalk.

would be the absolute opposite of marriage-shy.

unpopular opinion this man would be asking about marriage, a solid 3 months in ( jfk and jackie married in a YEAR )

fucks UP a rotisserie chicken.

forwards you his tweets before and asks if they’re good enough to post.

smells like aesop musk and of herbal deodorant.

wife!reader buys rick owen’s black and white t-shirts and slacks for jack, and jack’s absolutely baffled when he learns the price tag.

love language is buying wife!reader drinks whenever and wherever they are: hot chocolate in central park, home-delivers you a sab benedetto sparkling water because he had a meeting at cipriani downtown, and always orders a polo bar punch for you prior to your arrival to your shared weekly dinner date at the polo bar on 55th st.

instigates a24 marathons on friday nights, much to the dismay of your prior night plans ( you are more of a criterion collection girl and have held a subscription since you were a freshman in college )

( clumsily ) slips lana del rey lyrics into sexting and dirty talk.

husband!jack and wife!reader texts go like this:

jack is horrific at low impact pilates, he needs to be near a body of water.

he wears your prized doublesoul x orion caroloto ‘lamb’ socks around your woodfloored high-rise despite your varied attempts at hiding them from him.

constantly frets over you during society galas, which is quite convenient due to your tempered social anxiety and your forgetful memory of high society etiquette.

immediately brings you to meet the family, for which you were completely unprepared for ( i’m imagining something reminder of that one story of meghan markle meeting princess kate middleton in ripped jeans and bare feet )

jack loves to wear your 100% cotton brandy melville pointelle tanks despite them being comically tiny for his frame.

would have an innocence kink.

he gets intensely flushed when called his proper full name: john bouvier kennedy schlossberg, wife!reader abuses this to the HIGHEST degree!!!

the first time he entered you apartment he was constantly paranoid of breaking anything because your house was littered with ceramics from brooklyn under-ground designers and clay lamb figurines.

he NEEDS his beauty Zzzzzzz or else.

plays with your very expensive westman atelier blushes like a toddler.

sickly devoted to you.

you both want to adopt a lamb despite living in a HIGH-RISE apartment.

sends pics captioned with anaïs nin lewd quotes.

he would think whole foods was stupidly over priced but would purchase his groceries there in spite of his opinions.

has hyperfixations on old-hollywood women which causes you to be snippy at him for exactly 2-3 hours ex. jack’s current hyper fixation on audrey hepburn being his doppelgänger.

wife!reader definitely participated in that egg cracking trend where girls would crack an egg on their boyfriends head.

would love caring for your hair and doing your curly girl hair routine if you had one.

wife!reader does small yet viral shoots for brands like mirror palais, the row, and loewe.

manhandles you ( lovingly ) without even trying.

mans is a chronic diptyque candle lighter.

loves to be coddled and cradled as a grown man…

plays with your van cleef stack before stage when he’s nervous about his speech landing correctly

uses his family connections to get his girl courted by the high-ticket fashion brands: schiaparelli, chanel, dior, yves saint laurent etc.

[strryhaze]

bobby, jack, & lem in hyannisport. 1933.

and bobby, jack, & lem in hyannisport. 1955.

[joansiesbeloved]

The Kennedy Family at the Inaugural Ball. Circa, January 20th, 1961.

A continuation of one of my previous posts! :)

[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!!

[starsprangledgirl]

me and the girls

[kennedyism]

modern things i think the kennedys would like from my tiktok!!!!!!

[lancerslover]

yep ‼️

(from @ bloodandbusiness on youtube)

[mrskennedy]

“Jackie, surely as much as Jack, helped make the magic we called Camelot. But when an assassins bullets shattered the dream, she showed the world that there was an unimagined strength beneath the silk. Her courage, her dignity, her grave restraint in the face of such horror held this nation together and showed us how to grieve.”

- Hugh Sidney

[jacks-weird-world]

🎥: politickin podcast/YouTube.

@obsessedwithjohnjr

@aurumi

[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.

[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.”

[kenziek1w1]

I hate to disappoint guys, but the bobbyjackie tag scares me 💔

[strryhaze]

the homer, iliad / agamemnon, aeschylus / jackie 2016, pablo larraín .

the kennedy’s are my succession

[joansiesbeloved]

Rest in Peace, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. May 29th, 1917 - November 22nd, 1963. “Now, I think that I should have known that he was magic all along. I did know it— but I should have guessed it could not last. I should have known that it was asking too much to dream that I might have grown old with him and see our children grow up together. So, now he is a legend, when he would have preferred to be a man. I must believe that he does not share our suffering now. At least he will never know whatever sadness might have lain ahead. He knew such a share of it in his life that it always made you so happy whenever you saw him enjoying himself. But now he will never know more — not age, nor stagnation, nor despair, nor crippling illness, nor loss of any more people he loved. His high noon kept all the freshness of the morning, and he died then, never knowing disillusionment.” - Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.

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[tinytimism]

next person who even jokingly says that rosemary’s lobotomy is what triggered the kennedy curse is getting their entire bloodline cursed