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.
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].”
Life in the 1940s in Brooklyn (personal memories of someone)
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.)
How’s about a little Peggy/Steve 60s AU to finish off the night? (it is obnoxiously late with me now)
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.