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Peggy starts giving Thompson the wrong type of coffee every day so that he stops asking her to make it for him

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@peggynet | PEGGY CARTER APPRECIATION WEEK 25’ day five: favorite outfit/hairstyle - agent carter hairstyles

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I’m at the world war II museum in new orleans and seeing all this just reminds me that despite being fictional characters, Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson, and many of other characters have all got so much pain, loss, and tragedy in their past before we see them in the show.

Honestly, I think often times us as audiences forget it, we forget so easily that these characters are war veterans, they’ve fought through often unspeakable horrors that we will never truly understand, things that will effect them and haunt them and shape their attitudes and view of the world

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Something that becomes more and more obvious after my rewatch of Agent Carter

Jack Thompson is my absolute idiot child with plenty of misogynistic attitude to boot but he grows up, he changes, yet there is one thing that never does change, the fact that at his core, he’s a protector

Every single time when put in an immediate life or death situation, his reaction has been to put himself between death and someone else’s life - like literally, he reacts to shield people on instinct, EVERY SINGLE TIME

Jack only starts to falter when you give him time to overthink things, to let his ambition get enough time to take hold

You don’t give him that time and he runs into the line of fire without even thinking of the danger, that’s the real Jack

Jack Thompson has a boatload of faults but Peggy Carter was right when she said he is a good man, because he is - he just sometimes needs a smack upside the head to remind him to stop overthink and just let those good instincts take over - his instincts are pure, they’re about goodness and duty and loyalty - what he needs to unlearn are the societal and environmental influences that’s made him question himself and think ambition and selfishness before all his good instincts.

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Agent Carter text posts pt. 27/?

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idk if you're still in the fandom(AC), but i assume yes from your pfp...

could you give any cartson/jack/pegy hc???

thank you so much

🫧🫧🫧🫧

Unfortunately, though I don't write for AC any longer, I am still knee deep in the fandom, so I'd be more than happy to share my takes.

Jack (Momma's Boy) Thompson

These are kind of partially Cartson, partially Jack based because he is underdeveloped.

--Fell harder and first (this does not negate that Peggy loves him, it's just...)

-- Very demonstrative. (It surprises Peggy too)

--Big country music fan. (this may or may not be because of CMM's role in Sun Records) And I'm talking like Hank Williams, Johnny Cash country

--Comes from a big family (And he's definitely a Jr.)

-- Michael is the one who shot him

-- He is really into Women's Lib in the 60s and 70s. (I honestly see him as a Wife Guy™ as he gets older)

Margaret Elizabeth 'I love my biggest OP' "Peggy" Carter

--Can cook. Loves cooking for Jack (Sure she's English, but I refuse to think she doesn't know how to season food)

--wants a big family, bigish (I usually HC them having 3-5 kids)

--Loves Television. (They are the first family on their block to get a television. Same goes when color TV becomes widely available)

--Mommy issues, which makes her really nervous to be a mother, but then she's the greatest one

--sucks at knitting and sewing.(heavy on the sewing)

Cartson together

--They definitely rent an RV and travel the states (big into the route 66 mindset)

--At least one of their children is a hippie, and it takes a lot but they come around to it.

--Their first date is accidental (they fall in love as Jack is recovering, and then they find out they like spending time together)

That's all, for now.

I definitely have a ton of fics I could post, but for some reason or another I haven't yet. Maybe someday I will!

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they know they can survive

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Pimping out this fic I am really proud of, because it combines my love of Steggy and Cartson. 

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So many people don’t wanna admit it but the truth is out of all the characters in Agent Carter, Jack Thompson had the biggest character development and arc.

And if it wasn’t for his actions in getting himself, Sousa, and Samberly safely out of the desert - the team would have never gotten even a close enough chance to save the world.

Jack Thompson is an ass, that’s a sure thing, but he’s still the guy who’ll jump into the foxhole with you and watch your back when all hell breaks loose.

He proved that. He is a good man, just like Peggy said.

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as far as I’m concerned, my human disaster child Jack Thompson survived the assassination attempt and is alive BECAUSE GODDAMMIT HE HAD JUST FULLY COMMITTED TO TEAM PEGGY AND I WILL NOT HAVE MY PERFECT TRIO BE TAKEN AWAY YOU HEAR ME??!!!

and also bc the showrunners made sure to emphasize that Jack was only shot, not dead and we couldn’t assume anything, so yes Jack is alive and he isn’t dead!!!!!!

besides, now one of their writers basically said that season 3 was gonna be focused on the investigation of Jack’s assassination attempt, note he said ATTEMPT, which means it wasn’t successful!!!!!!!!

#JackThompsonLives

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Peggy Carter: you've got to be pulling my leg, this is how you pronounce Des Moines? Jack: you came from the country that thinks Worcestershire is a real word

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Dottie: I can confirm I am not a vampire as I have blood.

Peggy: Is it your blood?

Dottie: It is blood, yes.

Peggy: Is it blood that has always belonged to you, from the moment of your spawning?

Dottie: It is my blood, it is in my possession, therefore it is my blood.

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outstanding leadership, extraordinary initiative, & steadfast devotion to duty

Daniel&Jack&Peggy, and medals earned in wartime.

"You ever notice that Thompson doesn't talk about the Navy Cross?"

Peggy froze in the middle of adding milk to her tea. After a moment, she put the bottle down and stirred carefully, thoughts racing. Without turning to Daniel or letting her surprise inflect her voice, she said, "What do you mean?"

Daniel shrugged, a little jerkily. "I don't know. Everything's always bigger and better with him, you know? He'll tell you how much he earns or how long his - ah, you know, he'll brag. But he changes the topic every time it comes up."

She tapped the spoon against the side of her cup. "Perhaps he -" She broke off, struggling for the words that would turn Daniel's attention away from the issue. "Perhaps he simply doesn't like to talk about things that happened over there. We've all been there; it's never anything like the medals or newsreels seem to say it was."

"Yeah, sure," Daniel said. "It just doesn't seem like Thompson to not tell everyone he knows about it."

"You don't talk about your Purple Heart," Peggy pointed out, not ungently. Daniel stiffened.

"That's different."

"It is," Peggy agreed. "It's different for all of us."

A pair of familiar footsteps joined them at the office commissary before Daniel could respond. Peggy glanced back down into her cup and added a generous spoonful of sugar.

"I see my top agents are spending their workday productively," Jack remarked, his smirk a sharp line in his face.

Peggy shot him a rather arch look. "I see Chief Thompson is having an equally productive day," she said. "Have you admitted defeat yet?"

Jack made a face. He'd been fighting, along with Agent Faut and some rather obnoxious pencil-pushers, to balance the New York SSR's budget for the better part of the week. Most of his morning had been spent in a meeting with the senator's aide.

"I got 'em on the ropes," he said. Daniel clears his throat, rather judgementally.

Peggy isn't quite sure who he's been more upset with recently: Jack, for taking the promotion, or her, for not being bothered by it.

His attitude was a bit annoying, to be honest. Frankly, she was never going to receive a Medal of Honor or the position as New York Chief, no matter who advocated for her or what evidence was presented to the U.S. government. Daniel had to know that, too; the man wasn't stupid. And he had to realize that having Jack in charge, where they could keep an eye on him, was better than any alternative.

"We were discussing wartime medals," Peggy said instead of all that. Jack stiffened; Daniel noticed; Peggy rolled her eyes. "I once knew a man who earned an Order of the Bath for strategic actions in battle." She considered the memory. "He had terrible teeth."

"Order of the Bath?" Jack said, disbelieving.

"For conspicuous heroism taking place in a sauna," Daniel said. Both men laughed. Peggy sniffed. They had no respect, these Americans.

"What about Carter?" Jack asked, still laughing.

Peggy blinked at him. "What about me?" she said.

"What kind of awards did Agent Peggy Carter deign to accept?"

"I didn't earn any," Peggy said stiffly. "Women aren't combatants."

That's a bit of an oversimplification, she will admit in the privacy of her own mind. There were a few medals she could have theoretically earned, from the Americans and her own government, had circumstances regarding her service not been so, well, unique.

Some Englishwomen had received medals, but their service had been different than hers - usually as pilots or somesuch, not the covert missions she had in occupied France and Nazi Germany.

She may have qualified from the U.S. Women's Army Corps Service Medal, although it perhaps would have required Colonel Phillips to pull a few strings. Peggy had occupied a strange place in the war: a woman, first of all, and therefore not allowed in combat or eligible to receive medals for heroism under fire. But she had also been a spy, someone who technically didn't exist; and a British operative working for the Americans. Both sides had simply sort of - cut her loose, after victory was obtained and she was no longer useful.

It was only due to Colonel Phillips' recommendation that she had this job in the first place. Peggy pursed her lips, then shook herself out of her thoughts.

Only to find the two men staring at her like they had just been dunked in ice water. It was a bit unsettling. She took a sip of tea.

"Anyway," she said. "I actually do have work to do. Daniel, try to keep in mind what I was saying."

Jack was frowning at her. Daniel was frowning, too, but his gaze flicked to Jack once when she spoke, before he nodded.

"Sure thing," he said, and shifted on his crutch out of her way to let her back to her desk.

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Peggy frequently found herself the last person in the office, nowadays, with the possible exceptions being Daniel and Jack. Right now, Daniel's dark head of curls was bent over his desk and Jack's light was still on in his office, although the blinds were drawn.

They've all been working in a companionable silence for the last two hours. Daniel was eating something that smelled hot and spiced at his desk; little noises kept coming from the Chief's office, the sound of a file cabinet being opened or the desk chair being pushed back.

For Peggy's part, she's been combing through reports of gun sales to women matching Dottie's description in the tri-state area. She has found three that warrant a closer look, and was just about to get herself another cup of tea and really settle in when Jack's door opened and he slouched out.

He stopped in front of her desk. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He stared at her for a second, looking troubled.

"Yes?" she ventured, when it became clear he wasn't going to say anything to her.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked, rather abruptly.

Daniel was looking at them now. Peggy drummed her fingernails on her desk, then nodded and followed Jack into his office, where he shut the door behind them.

He then proceeded to stand at his desk, hands braced against the wood, staring blankly. Peggy was honestly starting to get worried, not that she thought letting Jack know that was a good idea.

"Chief Thompson?" she said. She didn't touch his arm, but it was a close thing.

Jack opened his desk drawer and pulled out a box. It looked like a large jewelry box and was made of navy blue leather, with gold detailing. Peggy didn't need to ask what was inside it - even if it hadn't had the name of the medal printed on it in little gold letters, she would have known.

"You should have it," Jack said. His face was grim and set.

"Jack!" Peggy said, shocked.

"You should have it," he insisted. "I don't - it shouldn't be me, anyway. And you deserve it, Peggy. We both know that." Jack glanced at her, then glanced away. "I was going to put it out on my desk but - I couldn't. I can't. You should have it."

Peggy stared at him, feeling like her heart was in her throat. Jack Thompson was a liar, and a fraud, and a self-serving, arrogant pain-in-the-arse to work with, but sometimes he still surprised her.

And, anyway, it would do no one any favors to make this into a bigger deal than it already was. She nodded, and carefully took the box and tucked it under one arm.

"I'll keep it safe," she said quietly. Then, more briskly, "Do you want me to brief you on the progress I've made in the Underwood case?"

"Christ," Jack said, rubbing his eyes. He laughed, a little wetly. "Yeah, that'd be great. Tell me you got something."

They talked for a few minutes. Jack agreed with her that there was meat in the rumor of a bank robbery being planned, although neither of them could fathom why a notorious Communist would want to rob a bank. When Peggy left his office with the Navy Cross in hand, Jack was pouring himself a Scotch, looking exhausted and like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel looked up as Peggy fastened the clasps of her purse and got her coat. "You leaving?" he asked, and then considered her more closely. "Are you okay, Peggy?"

"Yes," she said. "Just, you know." She looked at Jack's office door and clutched the rectangular shape in her purse tighter. "I need to get home."

"I'll walk you out," Daniel said, still watching her. "I'm just about done here anyway."

Peggy waited while he grabbed his coat, hat, and briefcase. She had to watch her pace a bit when she's walking with Daniel, but the company was usually worth it. Tonight, she was tired and a little shaken and a bit too reflective, and she appreciated the distraction of having to make small talk with Daniel as they walked to the subway station together.

As they were waiting for her train - hers was due in four minutes; Daniel's, in six - Daniel said, apropos of nothing, "I guess I just never expect Thompson to care enough about anything to feel, I don't know." He looked across the platform blankly. "Shame or guilt or, or loss. Or anything."

Peggy looked at him. "I know what you mean," she said.

"You know why he doesn't talk about the Navy Cross." It wasn't a question. Daniel wasn't looking at her.

Peggy tucked her heavy purse tighter to her torso and breathed out slowly. "Yes," she said. Just yes, and nothing else.

Daniel nodded, still staring across the empty platform. "Is it something I should know about?"

She gave that some thought. "It's not something I'm going to tell you," she said finally. "Not without Jack's permission, which I don't think he'd give. But it doesn't change who he is, not really. It might explain some of what he's done, recently." Then, because she wanted to be honest with Daniel: "Although you may not like the explanation."

He dipped his chin to his chest. "Alright," he said, then again, quieter, "Alright."

Her train arrived, and Peggy boarded, wishing Daniel a good night. Peggy observed him through the car's dirty, cracked window, a dark figure braced on his crutch, looking down at the concrete beneath his shoes. Peggy put one hand into her purse, pressing her palm against Jack's medal as she watched him.

As the train pulled away from the platform, Daniel seemed to shake himself and turned toward the opposite tracks, where his train going the other direction was arriving.

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Thompson's navy cross incident

Okay, I was watching the episode again and I feel like many people may have forgotten or ignored one very important detail in Thompson’s account of when he had killed the surrendering Japanese soldiers - I actually didn’t even notice this until I saw the episode again.

“I just didn’t realize until it was too late”

He did not realize they were coming to surrender, he did not see the white flag until it was already too late

HE DID NOT MURDER IN COLD BLOOD

So people calling him a horrible racist murderer, that is actually not true

He did not actually shoot unarmed harmless surrendering soldiers in cold blood - there is a difference between knowing that they were surrendering and shooting them, and not knowing that they were surrendering and thought they were the enemy and shooting them

Yes he killed those people, yes he buried the white flag, yes he lied, you can criticize him for all the lies he told

But this wasn’t a cold blooded act of execution, he wasn’t happily shooting surrendering soldiers - it’s very important to notice this point that he DID NOT realize that they were coming to surrender

Let’s not forget the context here, he was at war, he was in enemy territory, and enemy soldiers came into his camp and he probably just reacted on instinct before giving them a chance to say what they were really there for - and let’s be honest, if you were in a camp in enemy territory and they came upon you, how would you react? You tell me that you wouldn’t have thought wrongly and make a mistake? You wouldn’t think to shoot first and ask questions later? I mean, this is war, one wrong step in trusting the enemy could get you killed after all

If he was at fault for anything, it was rushing to act and then lying about what actually happened - it would have been easy to panic, to lie about something to get out of trouble, and then watching as that lie grew bigger and bigger until you’re so pressured into being what people think of you as that you can’t bring yourself to tell the truth

Don’t we all lie about something? Tell me that if you did something wrong that it wouldn’t be your first instinct to lie or say things to cover up your own fault if you could? What Thompson did to be honest, was a very human thing to do, he realized he killed the wrong people on accident and got scared that people would blame him and lied. What he did may be wrong but it was also human. That fear of blame, and lying about it, people do that, even the good people.

I’m not saying that this makes him any less of an asshole or a jerk or somehow wipe away him his bad behaviors, but the concept of intent is important here and should be taken into consideration. 

Yes he did kill surrendering soldiers, but he made a mistake in a time of war and didn’t realize they were surrendering until it was too late, that’s not exactly a man committing cold blooded murder and war crimes as a man who made a mistake and panicked

And I think Peggy saw the difference, he hadn’t meant to kill the surrendering soldiers, he reacted and didn’t see the flag until it was too late, he made a mistake and lied, and given Peggy’s own lies for the greater good, I think she understood his situation even if they aren’t the same circumstances, and it’s probably why she didn’t out him for his lies, because what good would outing him for the lies now when it was just an honest mistake that he clearly doesn’t like to tell stories about because he does feel the shame and remorse.

Jack Thompson is a sexist and misogynist but he isn’t a cold blooded murderer - this isn’t some guy who was just randomly shooting off a gun or was committing a crime and accidentally hit someone and killed them and lied, this was a man who was a soldier in a war zone and he reacted too fast before he knew the whole story of why the enemy soldiers came - these circumstances are completely different

Context and intent needs to be taken into consideration here. 

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@JimmyKimmelLive: Backstage at #Kimmel. Tune in tonight at 11:35|10:35c on ABC with @HayleyAtwell #AgentCarter (x)

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you know what I also love?

That they didn’t make Jarvis some epic skilled battle butler, he’s really just a sassy butler, not some secret spy :) He’s basically the most normal sassy butler who is fussing over domestic things and likes his schedule :D

But hey, that’s good for me, I got a battle butler in Alfred on Gotham ;)

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basically all the men in Agent Carter are doofs

except Daniel Sousa who is precious 

and Edwin Jarvis who is british and sass personified