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I haven't posted in a while but have you guys seen this? Its a new Ryan murphy show about jfk Jr and Carolyn…. I do not like this at all. First I know Ryan is going to do them horrible, second the casting is terrible especially the casting for Jackie, third I really do not want people who trend hop they suddenly be into the kennedys and take over the community and be ignorant about everything.

Let me know what you guys think I want to hear opinions on this…

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early birthday gift i guess

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1935 - “Joseph P. Kennedy, Jr. (crouching at the edge of the pool and holding onto his brother's hand), helps Edward M. Kennedy in the shallow end of the swimming pool at the Sea Spray Club, Palm Beach, Florida”

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does anyone have any idea what jack is reading here?

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oh don’t make me cry…

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edit of bobby i made a few days ago. i posted it on instagram first (smotel) i love this man <33

may get blurry i think it does that when i upload here

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jack speaking on “the fitzgerald breasts” and ted used as an example lmaooo

but Jack had them too for sure… which i love so much…. love men boobs

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Please share some gossip about Jack and Bobby😆

this is one thing that kills me i believe jack had a thing for nurses…

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after i graduate at the end of the month i want to post more cus ill finally have free time

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John F. Kennedy pictured during his training at the U.S. Naval Training Center, Melville, Rhode Island, c. December 1942.

JFK aspired to command a patrol torpedo (PT) boat, but due to his several health issues, active duty was unlikely. His father intervened by submitting misleading medical records and persuading naval officers that his involvement would generate publicity for the fleet.

Dissatisfied with his assignment in the Panama Canal, far from the front lines of the war, he arranged for his reassignment to the South Pacific where he would famously command PT-109.

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Frank Sinatra and John F. Kennedy

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i do find it interesting how many people who obsess over that whole tr*d wife aesthetic will bring up or emulate jackie kennedy and other similar figures like her as if one of jackie's yearbook quotes didn't say that her ambition was to "not be a housewife." yes, as a woman of her time, she conformed to a specific role and idea of Woman and internalized many misogynistic beliefs, but she still resisted and tried to break out of them her entire life in small and big ways, especially in her later years.

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵?

president! Jack Kennedy x first lady! reader | angst... / implied smut | you find out about Jack's affairs... this does not have a happy ending or resolution. | also on ao3! i wrote this long ago lol

Today was like any other day. You were content with life, you are the new president’s wife after all, and you had 2 beautiful children, and everything you could ask for, except one thing-- your husband’s time.

Of course, he’s going to be busy, he’s the president, but the problem was the few times he was free, he’d never spend that free time with you, he’d say he has to do something, and when he described what he had to do, it seemed ridiculously outlandish. You weren't a politician nor president and don't know how elaborate tasks can be, but you certainly know these excuses he comes up with are too ridiculous to be truthful

You always felt a ping of suspicion when you heard these things from him, but you put it to the back of your mind. You told yourself ‘It’s nothing’ ‘You are just trying to find a reason to be ungrateful for what you have’ ‘he hasn’t been with other women since you two were young and he said he’d never do it again you're overreacting’ so you just never questioned him, that is until now.

You had gotten a call when you were reading from a woman claiming she had been with Jack months ago and many times after that and all this about how she's seen him with other women which you're assuming is what made her call. You assumed she was lying for a minute then you thought about all the times he's made those idiotic excuses as to why he can’t spend time with you.

You felt heartbroken. You could not believe he was doing this again. You thought it was such an adolescent thing that happened once, but it wasn’t; he was still doing it, he was still cheating.

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The entire rest of the day you felt horrible, you didn't want to do anything, this was not great since tonight you had to have dinner with your husband and other people you have no interest in ever speaking to.

Jack came home as you were getting ready, you were getting ready slower than usual. He noticed, but he said nothing. He got himself ready, you were sitting in front of your vanity, you looked in the mirror staring at yourself, your perfectly done makeup, your perfect hair, the curve of your face, you were beautiful, but yet that wasn't enough.

Jack steps behind your sitting form, puts his hands on your shoulders, and says “You look nice…” In his usual tone, he gives you a small peck on the cheek.

you keep the same stoic expression.

not being moved by his words, you say “Thank you.” in the blandest tone you can manage, you feel like crying, you can feel your whole body working to stop tears from spilling from your eyes.

“What's eating you?” he asks while tilting his head, his hands still placed on your shoulder, you break, turn to him sharp and fast, and stand up quickly “What do you care? I'm sure you’ve got happier women to spend your company with,” you reply.

He pauses and his eyes wander, making a blatant fake attempt at making you feel like he has no idea what you were talking about.

“Don't.” you let him know you’re not playing this game.

“I haven't got a clue! what are you on about!?” his voice raises which you do not like, he’s trying to make you feel crazy.

“You know what I'm talking about. And it’s more than one woman, I rather you tell the truth”

“I cannot tell the truth about an affair that never happened”

“Okay. you want to lie. You can go to your diner and lie about why I'm not there too.” you begin to take your earrings off threatening not to go to this dinner.

“No, no. okay. It was just a few times!" Why does he say this as if that’s good?

“A few?!”

“They are not you though. you are my wife, I come home to you! I love you!” Every word he says makes you even more enraged

“I'm your wife but not enough of your wife I suppose?”

“No that's.. That is not what I'm trying to communicate to you, I... I just can’t help it” He has got to be kidding… he said the same thing years ago

“You never changed. You promised me you’d never do this again when we got married. You lied.”

you feel yourself start to cry as you sit back on the chair in front of your vanity Jack brings himself down to sit on the floor in front of you, something he would normally not do due to his condition. He takes your hands into his

“I’m sorry… I’ve told you, I can’t control it. this is different from other folks' situations.” He says this as if it will make you feel any better,

“What the hell is different Jack? You're sleeping with other women just like any old cheater.”

He becomes frustrated that his point is not reaching you he furrows his eyebrows and speaks “Listen to me, this may sound ridiculous but I can’t go without it, it's so bad it hurts me sometimes.”

“So why not do it with me, not random women? we haven't had sex in weeks” This whole point he’s trying to make made no sense to you

“I’m not sure…” he's not sure? thats it? yeah, this was total malarkey he was just coming up with excuses. “Jack, I'm not doing this.” you feel your heart beating so fast it feels as if it’ll burst

“You leave me alone with our children so you can sleep with a 'few' women, do you understand how that makes me feel?” you frown feeling even more sorrow and anger

“I know baby… I know how you feel” he lets go of your hand and runs his hands down your leg, "no, you don't Jack..." "I do..." His thumb rubs your ankles before he takes your shoes off and moves his hand up to caress your thigh “Just let me make you feel better… the dinner can be rescheduled.” 

As he caressed and undressed you, you felt weak all over again, you felt trapped in this now-forming cycle, and he knew how to keep you in it.

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might repost my jfk angst fic i wrote a million months ago here

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Why has no one wrote a fic where bobby wire taps the reader like a creep

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I made something because of this excerpt I read in a gossip book. It's not real, and it's a little elaborate, probably a cruel joke. But it's still oddly poetic to me.

"At this point, Jackie rushed past two Secret Service agents into the trauma room. Just as she entered the door, she saw a priest giving her husband the last rites of the Catholic Church. She dropped down on the floor in a pool of blood, and she heard the final words spoken over the body. "Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord." The priest blessed the president's head with oil. In a barely understood murmur, Jackie said, "Let perpetual light shine upon him." Then, according to a doctor, Jackie did a strange thing. She pulled back the white sheet that had covered her husband's body. She'd perhaps never seen him so naked, so exposed before. She slipped her hand under his penis for one final caress before a Secret Service agent gently pulled her away and covered up, once again, the nude body of the slain president. Before JFK was laid in a bronze casket to fly to Washington, she kissed JFK's lips lightly. "Goodbye, forever, my darling." On Air Force One, after Johnson had been sworn in as the new president, Jackie sat in the back of the plane, as David Powers held her hand. She told him, "This is the first day of the rest of my life, a life without Jack. I still have my children. I must protect them." "