#c:jean

[ewenmontaguu]

"She worked and she prayed and it wasn't in vain. She knew pain could be strength and that strength could be pain. She forced enemy forces to fly. She banished the planes from the sky and she did something useful."

— Holly Sumpton as Jean Leslie in Operation Mincemeat

(© @lasagnatrades)

[scarlctswanda]

@jeaniegreysummers​ said:  “ these are hard times for dreamers ”

“I don’t really think there’s an easy time for dreamers. The world seems to like chewing them up and spitting them out.” She pursed her lips and shrugged. “But you’re not wrong. These times seem particularly troubling.”

[wreakhavck]

@phoenixrisex​ said:  “I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.”

Alex still remembered too. It had been years ago now, almost a decade, but he remembered the way she’d stared at him, like he wasn’t real. Big eyes watching him from the top of the stairs, Jean even smaller than she was now, covered in more freckles than seemed possible. “Yeah? You thought Hank made me up,” he reminded her.

[mistressxfmagnetism]

@jeangrcysummers said:  [ text ] * indistinctive conversation * — my phone wants to say hello

[ ✉️ -> jean 💖 ] hello jean’s phone [ ✉️ -> jean 💖 ] just your phone? [ ✉️ -> jean 💖 ] haven’t seen you tonight. I assume you’re here?

[yrenemclaggen]

@deverillj​

Eu só queria poder adotar um deles. Mas nunca me deixaram.

[weapcnisedgirl]

“Jean... I really don’t think this is how this is meant to taste. Or look.” The girls had been following a recipe, but Klara had let Jean read it given than she was the native English speaker and also not the one raised on grey mush for food. Klara wasn’t sure where they went wrong but... this was not right. @phoenixrisex​

[wreakhavck-archive]

@telepathological said: 🔐 for a starter of my character making a promise or sharing a secret

It was strange how easily you could adapt to things. Alex hadn’t been to this cabin in over a year-- the dust showed that-- but he found everything just fine. But more than that, he was used to life at the mansion, and now they were settling into this. “I meant what I said when we left,” he says to Jean one afternoon. “As long as you want, I promise.”

[wcnda-mcximoff-blog]

Wanda wasn’t one much inclined towards optimism, though she’d often played the role to balance out her brother when it was needed. The cheery hope felt forced, and pretending to believe in a goal that was unrealistic had always seemed foolhardy. That’s why she’d disagreed with the plan to go through the rift. Deluding themselves into believing that could solve anything was so very American an approach to the situation, but they hadn’t listened to her.

With a soft sigh, she turned to the woman who she’d seen wishing goodbyes to the man Maria took through the rift. She knew how it felt to lose someone, to know you would never see them again, and she wanted the woman to know that she wasn’t alone. “It is never easy, you know. To lose someone like this.” She hesitated, a nervous hand running through her long hair, brown again now that the red color had disappeared along with her powers. At least she’d gotten to bury her brother when he died, to have that moment of closure. She’d gotten none of that with Vision, but the situation was still different. She’d seen both of their bodies. She’d had that finality. The woman in front of her would probably wonder about it for the rest of her life.

“I hope that one day you find the closure you need. So you do not have to wonder.” It was a small comfort, barely enough to make much of a difference probably, to know that her friend had volunteered for this himself. “I guess what I’m trying to say is...I am sorry.”

@jeanxgrcy