atwellling:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sharon Carter & Peggy Carter
Characters: Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter
Summary: Sharon made sure to break the news to her aunt. Because if she didn’t, no one else would.

I do the research so that you don’t have to: MCU/Captain America Edition

minim-calibre:

A history of asthma rescue medicine  (note: those rescue inhalers we all know and love? Only slightly older than Peter Capaldi.) Seriously, guys: assume every fucking medical thing we take for granted did not yet exist, and if you think it might have, Doctors Bing and Google can tell you if you’re on the right track. Just search for “history of [insert medical technology here].” 

The American Consumer Home Front WWII 

Census.gov’s 1940s page

Brooklyn Historical Society

1940s New York

Life in the 1940s in Brooklyn (personal memories of someone)

More personal memories of Brooklyn in the 1940s

Forgotten New York’s Brooklyn tag

Wikipedia on iceboxes (Also, even if there was an electric refrigerator, ever seen an old-school one? Not like what we’ve got now, I tell you what.)

Some basics to get you started. I’ve read too many otherwise lovely stories that throw me out because of anachronisms. Which, you know, happens when you’re Tumblr Old. Especially when you’re Tumblr Old, and your parents were of very mature years when you were born. (Old enough to remember WWII, they are!)

For reasons various and sundry, WWII America is a research gold mine, and friends don’t let friends write without research.

(Also, feel free to reblog. I’ve no idea how to tag this so people can find it, but damn it, I want them to.)

(via boombangbing)

lmnpnch:

The Avengers concept art by Ryan Meinerding

(via ageofthenerd)

Tags: avengers

tsundereslasher:

love of my life/bane of my existence → Chris Evans

(via ageofthenerd)

historicallyaccuratesteve:

Amazingly, I’ve only actually seen like one of these films. But pre-Code films are pretty flipping awesome and will dash anyone’s hopes that Steve Rogers lived in a more innocent time.

capsarmy:

freckledbuttchester:

I have such a weakness for characters who use snark and humor to cover up the fact that they feel like huge fuck ups but they’re actually heroes with hearts of gold and smart as all hell

(via pepper--stark)

Tags: yup about me

roboticonography:

ellidfics:

gray-streaks:

I’ve watched this short like a dozen times by now and this hurts every single time.

I wonder if maybe she *does*, just because Steve talked about his old neighborhood and she wanted to know why he loved it so.

I’m picturing her going for a walk around Steve’s old neighbourhood (revisiting the places where he got into fights, perhaps) and seeing a sign advertising a room to rent. And Peggy needs a flat, and it turns out the price is right, and there you are.

She isn’t someone who would call herself nostalgic or sentimental—and she usually isn’t. Chalk it up to the war.

Now, every evening, when she goes home after a long, futile day (surrounded by men who think her only useful attribute is that she serviced Captain America, let’s be clear here boys), she walks down the street and there’s the sound of kids playing, and cooking smells, and fresh laundry hanging outside. Apart from the accents, it’s not so different from the street in London where she lived before the war.

Her new neighbours are wary of foreigners, but she’s lived abroad long enough now to know how to field questions like “Who’s your family, dear?” and “Not from around here, are you?” (Peggy can fake a passable American accent if she has to, and sometimes she does, but not here.)

She remembers how Dr. Erskine always had a cheeky answer if someone got touchy about his accent. She remembers, too, that the director of the Star Spangled Show insisted on elocution lessons for Steve, which resulted in his having a distinct Captain America voice.

She hears Steve—the real Steve—more than ever in the chatter of her neighbours.

One day people will stop asking her where she’s from. Because she’s from here, and who’s gonna say different?

One day she’ll be walking back to her flat with an armload of groceries and she will catch herself thinking of Brooklyn as home.

One day she’ll take the picture of Steve to work and put it in her desk drawer. Not because of sentiment, and not to remind her to be patient or kind to those who plague her, but to remind her of the value of picking fights you can’t possibly hope to win.

(Source: starksgrace, via fuckyeahagentcarter)

capslockapocalypse:

myrandaroyces:

nick fury has got his arms around natasha like she’s the mother of his child and tony stark is that child and they’ve just heard the news about what tony did at school today and they don’t know how to best discipline him or how they manged to raise such a failure of a child

is that not the plot of iron man 2

capslockapocalypse:

myrandaroyces:

nick fury has got his arms around natasha like she’s the mother of his child and tony stark is that child and they’ve just heard the news about what tony did at school today and they don’t know how to best discipline him or how they manged to raise such a failure of a child

is that not the plot of iron man 2

(via ourladyoftheironmasque)

boombangbing:

How’s about a little Peggy/Steve 60s AU to finish off the night? (it is obnoxiously late with me now)

1964

The doorman lets her into the building with a nod and a smile. She likes that man, he doesn’t speak unless there’s a need to.

She takes the elevator up to the fourth floor and pulls out her keys as she approaches her front door. There’s music playing on the other side, a song that she’s very familiar with these days.

…watch me now, work, work, ah, work it out baby, work, work, well, you’re drivin’ me crazy…

She sighs and unlocks the door.

“I can mash potato and I can do the twist,” Steve sings from the couch, lying sprawled out on it with those ridiculous legs of his everywhere, his sketchbook propped up on his stomach with a cushion.

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