1940s slang

1940s slang

Gas - either a good time or something that was really funny
Pass the buck – pass responsibility for
Above my pay grade – don’t ask me
Killer-diller – good stuff
Fat-head – stupid or foolish person
Chrome-dome – word for a bald headed man
Eager beaver – enthusiastic helper
Fuddy-Duddy – old-fashioned person
Dope – Back in the 1940s this word meant information, however now it is another word for drugs.
Drop – This word meant to kill.
Geezer – This word was a derogatory term for an older person.
Bum rap – This referred to a false accusation.
Bust your chops – This phrase was basically meant as a scolding, maybe to yell, but not to literally hit someone.
Broad- a woman

Carry a Torch – to have a crush on someone
Cat’s Meow – something splendid or stylish; The best or greatest, wonderful
Dame- a woman
Gams – a woman’s legs
Grandstand – to show off
Applesauce – an expletive; same as horsefeathers, As in “Ah applesauce!
Jalopy – old car
Joint – a club, usually selling alcohol
Keen – attractive or appealing
Kisser – mouth
Line – insincere flattery
Stuck On – having a crush on
Swanky – ritzy
Swell- wonderful
Wise guy- a smart ass
Scram – ask someone to leave immediately
Gussy-to smarten up or dress up
outfit Military unit, a term with cowboy origins.
bad news- trouble
can- jail
ease up- calm down
get a load of that- look at that
hitch- to get married
hotshot- expert
in my book- in my opinion
patsy- scapegoat
pull - influence
paw- hand, as in “paws off!”
crummy - rotten, no good
wolf- aggressively forward man
get lost!
knucklehead
baby
beat- exhausted
dang it!
Fall Guy - Victim of a frame
what a peach - referring to a sweet, charming, nice young woman
Buck up - cheer up, stiffen your spine

Dating Steve Rogers Would Include
  • You’d meet through SHIELD
  • You were an agent and once cap resurface it was your task to help him navigate the new world
  • They mostly wanted you to teach him how to use electronics and stuff but you chose your own education e.g. showing him all the  tv, music and film he’d missed out on
  • Steve was such a gentleman
  • He denied his crush on you for so long
  • You were the one who asked him about his feelings and he finally admitted them 
  • He was so nice on dates.
  • He always brought flowers and told you you were beautiful. He held doors and insisted on paying
  • Date night every week
  • Spending all your time together
  • Loving that Brooklyn accent
  • He was super cheesy but you loved it
  • So many nicknames: doll, darling, sweetheart, honey, baby girl
  • Learning 1940s slang to mess with him
  • Teasing him by calling him things like gramps and old man
  • Dancing in private
  • He’d be super over protective
  • “I can take care of myself you know” “I know doll but you shouldn’t have to”
  • You’d both worry about each other on missions
  • Phone calls when you were forced apart.
  • You both decided you always had to leave a voicemail just so you knew each other were safe
  • Cuddling was a big part of your relationship
  • You loved nothing more than to be wrapped in Steve’s strong arms
  • He’d compliment you a lot
  • “steve honey you’re staring” “I know”
  • He loved PDA
  • It wasn’t that he was doing it to show off he just couldn’t help but touch you when he was near you
  • Forehead kisses, hugs from behind, cheekily squeezing your ass when he thought no one was looking.
  • He’d make you sit on his lap a lot
  • Avengers teasing you for it
  • Amazing sex
  • Steve hadn’t had much luck pre ice and then he’d been frozen 70 years he had a lot of time to make up for
  • He was so considerate
  • He is such a fucking tease too
  • He knows how attractive he is and he loved to show off especially when you couldn’t do anything about it
  • ‘you alright there princess?” “fine.” “really? because you’re staring”
  • Getting through bad times by just being there for each other
  • He’d for sure ask you dad for your hand first
Offbeat

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A boring party leads to jitterbug dancing.

Word Count: 1,425

Warnings: Language, 1940s slang

A/n: I am obsessed with this video so let’s have some Lindy Hop.

Originally posted by sibirr

“This is the most boring party I’ve ever been to.” You sighed, taking the last flute of champagne off a waiter’s tray. You gulped down half of it and observed the guests, they seemed to have a good time.

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded. “But at least you can get drunk.” He finished his fifth glass of whiskey, cursing his fast metabolism.

“I don’t know shit about politics, and I’ve heard their stories a thousand times. Why are we still here?”

Bucky leaned closer to you, nodding his head toward the dance floor. You cocked a suspicious eyebrow, eyeing him from the corner of your eye.

“We’re here to watch America’s favorite senior citizen break some poor girl’s toe.”

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brkitaoconnell  asked:

Hi! So I'm writing a story set in the 1940s. I have this character that is kind of a player, but I'm having trouble finding any pick up lines that would have been used during this time. Can you maybe help me?

Hi!

Not sure I could point in the direction of a place to find such a specific answer. I don’t know that specific pick-up lines would have really been a nugget that survived the last seventy years. 

However, I think that if you look at the lingo of that period in general, read up on some colloquialisms and slang that people used during that time, you could incorporate that into any pick-up lines your character uses and it would still sound period-appropriate even if it isn’t something anyone actually ever said. You can also just take into consideration how World War 2 and the aftermath of the Depression would affect people’s speech and attitudes and keep that in mind as you write speech. 

Here are a few resources that I think you might find helpful:

Happy building!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Hopefully this isn't repetitive. I'm writing a novel set in the 1940's. It doesn't focus much on the wars and stuff, but basically I need anything about 40's conflicts, Psychiatric care/hospitals and methods in the 1940's, any sort of cryptozoology/paranormal history in that area of time, and any sort of boarding school info, like lifestyles and how it worked and stuff like that. If that's too much, I'm sorry. Any help in any areas that sound interesting to you are fine. :) THANK

General:

Pop Culture: 

Food: 

Language:

Health:

Psychiatric care/hospitals:

Education: 

Crime: 

Sexuality in the 1940s:

Racism in the 1940s:

Cryptozoology and the paranormal:

I can do this all day

Pairing: PreSerum!Steve x Reader

Summary: After constantly hearing how someone was beaten up in the back of the cafe you were working almost everyday, you decide to peek in the alley, finding a defenceless boy, trying his best to keep on fighting. Inspired by the scene in CA:TFA where Bucky was trying to flirt with Peggy Carter effortleslly

Warnings: Fluff, description of violence.

Bonus!: Since I’m a sucker for angst I’m adding an alternative ending because I love shattering my own heart. So yeah, it might contain slightly angst too.

Words: 2332

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but as you can see I’m really wordy lmao. It took me a lot of time researching and applying 1940′s slang correctly, so if there are any mistakes tell me and I’ll change them.

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Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Music was playing in your local while your red nails were tapping in the table you were sitting. The place was empty, since the great depression people started to save money for more important things than having a milkshake in a cafeteria. At least mornings were fine, when big entrepreneurs or business men rushed in to get their daily coffee and leave, leaving a good amount of tip for you girls as an attempt of flirting. Of course, you demanded more than a few wrinkled dollars in a man.

“Oh no, not again.” You heard Betty groan. Without asking you knew what was happening. Screams and hits filled your ears while you rolled your eyes.

It wasn’t the first time you heard those faded sounds. Someone was receiving a good amount of punches daily, and you girls were starting to get tired of it. It scared the clients away, and you knew these days you couldn’t allow losing more money. Annoyance raising from your chest, you decided to take actions.

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.:::now your turn:::.

Steve x Reader



[Name] was just lounging on the couch, flipping through blogs on tumblr via her phone. A sigh of boredom escaped her lips making her bangs fly up from her face.

The [nationality] peeked up from her phone to see Steve walk in, mumbling to himself. The curious young woman quirked a brow and shut off her phone to walk over to the mumbling blonde.

“Hey Cap.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively causing him to jump from surprise.

“Oh, hey [Name].” The Super Soldier smiled his sweet smile.

“You alright? You’ve been mumbling to yourself.” The [hair color] asked with her voice laced with concern. Her [eye color] orbs met with his cerulean blue ones.

“I’m alright [Name]. I’m just… Practicing.”

“Practicing? For what?” Now this caught your attention.

A sheepish look formed on his face as his cheeks turned a lush pink. He rubbed his nape, looking away.

“You know, all the modern stuff.. I kinda feel left behind.”

[Name] chuckled. “You kinda are..” She quickly realized what she said and started stuttering. “I mean, it’s not your fault so-” She sighed in frustration and face palmed.

Steve chuckled and ruffled her hair. Her face flushed slightly from his sign of affection. Suddenly, the young woman had an idea.

“You know Steve,” she started. “You could teach me some of the 1940’s slang so you know, we could be fair.”

He looked up, a bright look on his face. “Really? That’s going to be gas [Name]!”
He exclaimed.

A chuckle escaped [Name]’s lips. “What?”

Steve blushed again and walked a hand though his sandy blonde hair. “Oh. I meant that would be a great time.”

[Name] smiled. “I gotta admit; learning 1940’s slang is above my pay grade.” She smirked already using it.

Captain America just let out a sigh of amusement. “You know, I’ve always found you such a dreamboat.”

She didn’t exactly get the term but she knew it was a term of endearment. “Thanks Steve. How do you say this? You’re a killer-diller.”

He smiled, gingerly placing a kiss on her forehead. “Thanks cookie.”

Lets just say that this happened to be the best day of your life all because of your curiosity for the 1940’s.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Tony always being turned on when Steve slips in to his Brooklyn accent or uses 1940's slang.... Now imagine Steve using that ruthlessly

It’s no secret that Tony can talk circles around Steve, in the bedroom or otherwise. Half the words out of his mouth have Rogers questioning whether or not the man is actually speaking English. It would be frustrating if it wasn’t one of Stark’s most attractive features. What can he say, Captain America has a thing for hot people saying things he doesn’t entirely understand.  He had liked it about Howard too but he learned a long time ago not to keep Tony’s old man out of pleasant conversation. Tended to kill the mood.  

Never in his dreams did he think that Tony had a similar vice. The man did plenty of talking for the both of them, and while Steve knew his partner appreciated what he had to say, he figured the ‘talk sweet to me’ door only swung one way.

That is until he was sitting in the living room, waiting for Tony to put the finishing touches on his gala outfit. The man attended more benefits than the president, how had he not yet learned the art of the quick change?

Perfection suits a Stark. Tony sauntered out of the bedroom with his usual air of confidence, but now he was shining like a new penny. Steve propped himself up on his elbows and gave a long, low whistle. “Gotta say, I’m startin’ to get all kinds of jealous of these big wigs you’re schmoozing. I’d like to think you’re strutting just for me, baby doll.”

He hadn’t even meant for it to come out like that. Over the years, with some coaching from the resident undercover operatives, Steve had learned how to more or less control his occasional bouts of nostalgic lingo. But something about the way Tony’s hair was slicked, or the ruffle of his collar, brought it out of him like nobody’s business.

And oh the money Steve would have paid to have a camera in that moment. Tony stopped dead in his tracks, whatever snappy comeback he had tucked away in his mouth went right out the window. His eyes blew wide and his shoulders slumped in a distinctly un-Tonylike fashion. “You cut that nonsense out right this second,” he managed though he voice all but cracked with effort.

Steve would recognize that look from a mile away. Almost smirking, he slowly got up from the couch and padded over to his boyfriend. “What’s that, sugar? I was so busy taking in that dreamboat mug I just about lost myself. I’m just wondering here, you think a hot fella like you would ever go for a dope like me?”

Steve’s hands found their way around Tony’s middle, hauling him closer. Tony, for his part, was starting wrinkle around the eyes, the exact look he gets just before he willingly drops all his impulse control. “If I don’t make it to this party, we are looking at a possible world war. Not even exaggerating.” But he was already untying the bow around his neck.

With a few quick nips to Tony’s jawline, Steve made it to his ear, breathing hot against his neck and smiling like a cat. “Don’t get yourself into a lather doll. We got all the time in the world.”

Ms. Powers Part 11

AN: This is a slow chapter- one of those filler chapters for background info.

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The rest of the week was filled with training and team meetings with the Avengers crew with hanging out with Steve whenever you could. Finally it was Friday and you knew you had a busy weekend. Training the new recruits had ended early and you were off to your house to get changed and pack. “Y/N,” you turned to the voice that was running towards you.

“Afternoon Steve,” you smiled.

“Since we’re both off early I thought we could go out. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a real date.”

“I’d love that, Steve. But I have run errands around the country this weekend for the Ball. You can come with if you’d like,” you said hopefully.

“Around the country huh? Are you inviting me on our first couple road trip?”

“That depends,” you coyly replied, “are we officially a couple?” The smile on his face was contagious.

“Only if you wanna’ be my gal.”

“I’d like that. But only if you keep using 1940s slang,” you added, “it makes me feel young.” You two separated ways to go back with promise to meet back in half and hour at the runway.

“So where we going?”

You loaded your bags onto the small jet and buckled up in the pilot’s seat. “First stop, New York City.” You landed a few hours later and took a cab to your apartment on 29th Howard Street in SoHo. “Nice place,” Steve said as he sat your bags down on the floor inside the door. “It’s…ah…cozy.”

You laughed, “It’s a nice place. Bought it a while back and renovated it up. Come here a lot to be around Mary’s family or when I need a break from all the S.H.I.E.L.D crazy.”

“How many places like this do you have,” he browsed around.

“Apartments? A few here and there. I have houses in other places. Good places to lay low or get away for a while.” You picked up your bags and walked them into your room. “Pick whichever room you’d like. Once you get situated we can go to this little meat place that I’ve gone to forever. Great family runs it, they do the meat for the Ball each year we hold it.”

You unpacked and took a cab with Steve to Bassani Butchury in the older part of the outskirts of New York City. “This is it,” you took Steve’s hand and lead him inside. As soon as the bell above the door jingled you were greeted by a man’s voice, “Good afternoon. How may I help- Y/N,” he stopped upon seeing you. “Good to see you again!”

“Angelo, Che bello rivederti! Come stai?”

“Sto molto bene e voi?” You told him you were doing well.

“Dad, we have a visitor,” he called to the back. “And who is your friend?”

“This is Steve. Steve, this is Angelo. And this,” you said as a man came from the back, “is also Angelo. You can call him Lo.”

“Good to see you back here Y/N,” Lo hugged you. “Miss. Y/N here has been the best customer to this establishment since my father opened it 75 years ago.”

“They know,” Steve asked you in a whisper. You nodded.

“I’m getting stuff together for the Ball in two months. I have a list of mean products I need…if you’re up for it this year.”

“Please,” Lo commented, “We are always up for this,” he grabbed the list from you. “Consider it done.”

“I wrote the date, time, and location of the ball for delivery once everything is ready, Lo.”

“It will be ready in advance for your people.”

“Thank you boys, I’ll see you soon. Tell the rest of the family I said ‘Hello.’” You grabbed Steve’s hand and walked out to the street with him. “If you’re hungry for dinner I know this great little Italian place about 12 blocks away.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

The day was spent ordering food and getting catering together for the Ball and spending time with Steve. It was Sunday night and you were sitting on the couch in D.C with Steve sipping on a nice glass of wine together. “What’s this Ball anyway, I never really asked?”

“A fancy government party we throw once every 5 years. I’m in charge of getting everything in order for it because…well I don’t actually know why, just always have been. It’s all the big wigs of underground military sectors and political powerhouses. Sounds like oodles of fun, right,” you joked.

“Sounds that the party of the year.” The radio station that you had mindlessly playing in the background started playing a song that drew Steve’s attention away from your conversation. “Stella by Starlight,” he spoke softly and sat down his drink and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

He walked around to stand in front of you and extended a hand. “Dance with me?”

“I may be old but I still haven’t mastered dancing,” you admitted.

“Looks like that makes two of us then.” You sat your drink down and grabbed his hand in yours.

******

Steve got lost in the song and the only thing he could feel was you hand in his and your head against his chest. He spun you around and looked into your eyes. And then the only thing he could focus on was your lips on his.

angelofbooze-blog  asked:

In the post about your most recent otp you said that you read a lot of closeted!Bucky meta. You wouldn't happen to have a link or two, would you?? Also, awesome blog :D

I sure would be happy to dig some up for you!

Here is the best one, imho.  They drastically changed Bucky’s origin story in the MCU; which isn’t a big surprise considering no matter how you cut it; sending a 15 year old boy in tights into an active warzone is kind of dumb.  But it gets pretty interesting when you realize they virtually just cut and pasted the origin story of Steve’s 616 canon BFF from childhood, Arnie Roth, who was later revealed to be gay.

This is my wife, meta’ing on the whole way Bucky “turns on the charm” when it comes to the ladies.

Bucky calls Steve a ‘punk’ which was 1940s slang for ‘twink’

I’ve also heard that “to shine one’s shoes’ was 1940s slang for blowjob, which is how Bucky asked Steve to pay for his rent, but I’ve yet to find any actual proof of that one.

And this is more related to Steve Rogers, but he lives in a historically significant gay area of Washington DC.

Also, when The Winter Soldier and Captain America meet for the first time in CATWS (when he assassinates Fury), the song “It’s Been a Long, Long Time” is playing, which is about two lovers meeting after the war.

Thanks for asking, and thanks for looking at my blog <3

Imagine Steve Rogers being taught how to bitty-fy himself at will by the magic users in the Avengers team.  Because getting bitty-fied by the Idiot Magic User of the Week™ was becoming a pain in the ass.

(NO NO NO NO NO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE - is Tony’s terrified scream.  Poor man is ignored by everyone else, except for Bucky.)

Imagine that he enjoys “putting on the bitty” as a disguise now and contrary to popular opinion (read: Bucky), it is NOT an excuse to go look for trouble and give one’s poor, long-suffering boyfriend a coronary.

Imagine that Steve finally goes back to take art classes, because with Bucky around, he’s finally returned from the war at last.  Maybe he’ll still grab the shield when he’s needed to fight the good fight, but for the most part, this soldier is finally home.  And he wants to do something that isn’t related to dealing death and destruction.  He wants to create again. 

(Bucky’s not far behind him on this.  Bucky’s always been mechanically inclined and he’s going back to school too.  Someone not named Tony Stark is not crying tears of joy at the prospect of having another engineer in the team.)

Imagine tiny art student Steve in suspenders and khakis and comfortable black chucks.  Imagine him with his nose splattered a bit with blue paint and his fingers stained with charcoal.  Imagine him laughing and joking around with the new friends he’s met in his classes. 

Imagine the additional laughter and teasing when they see him run to his big, dangerous-looking engineering student boyfriend, only to be hauled up in said boyfriend’s arms so he could be thoroughly kissed.  Imagine Bucky’s hands going right for his ass for a squeeze, much to the hilarity of their new friends. 

“There’s no point in telling those two to get a room right?”

“Don’t ruin the show for the rest of us.  Have some popcorn.”

One of the boys raises a middle finger in their general direction.  

Imagine that suddenly, old fashioned 1940’s slang becomes relevant on college campuses again, because somehow, Steve and Bucky make it … cool, somehow.  They’re apparently the most popular couple on campus, because they’re warm and friendly and kind and they look out for people and everyone can STILL remember the epic beatdown that tiny Steve delivered on one of the fratboys who tried to roofie one of the freshmen during a party.  And how Bucky somehow managed to scare the shit out of the frat so badly that nobody even thought of retaliating. 

Imagine all that - the secret lives of Captain America and the Winter Soldier - as college students Steven Grant and James Buchanan.

—  Welp, Here’s Another Blanket Fort Fic Verse I Should Really Write…
Solangelo Headcanon #3

Okay, I am so on board the Nico doesn’t cuss like at all, but Will does. Will is like the king of cursing.

But you know what else I think?

I like to believe that Nico still uses 1940’s slang from time to time. Think about it. He was taught not to curse by his mother and Bianca, but when they were in the US they ended up learning the slang, especially Nico because he was so young and was growing up with it until the Lotus Casino.

When you grow up hearing people talk a certain way, you end up talking like them in a way.

So yeah XD