ugh i need to have a lot of feelings about cap 2, can someone please get on gchat and allow me to flail at them?
directorshellhead and i just realized that steve lives in dc and that means he would get to experience pride week and we can’t stop laughing imagining him in dupont circle covered in someone else’s glitter with a thong on his head from when a float threw it at him and getting grinded up on to some lmfao song
Oops, looks like it’s Trashblogging Friday at the office again…
My Headcanon until proven otherwise is that Steve lives in Dupont Circle (they filmed there, it could happen). When he first moved into the neighborhood a few of his colleagues dropped really not so subtle hints about it being “colorful,” but Steve either doesn’t catch their drift or doesn’t really care. His neighbors are all genuinely nice and his place is metro accessible, what more does he need?
He takes Metro as much as he can, but he rides his bike more when the weather’s nice. He owns a TV but he doesn’t use it often, instead making a trip once or twice a week to Kramerbooks for coffee and a new stack of everything they have to offer. He likes to run the Rock Creek park trails from late spring through the fall, mostly saving his Mall laps for the colder months so he has a better chance of feeling the sunlight. He attends lectures at GW, Georgetown, and Howard, but he secretly likes the last the best because there’s a memorial statue to Gabe that he passes on his way. Steve has visited Arlington exactly once, and he’s not sure he could do it again. But there’s something about the familiar face in cast iron, older than he remembers, that dulls the ache on days when he’s feeling a little too lonely.
By the time Pride rolls around Steve kind of figured out what his neighborhood is known for, thanks. Nat has some amazing pictures of Steve at the 17th Street High Heel Race from last year that she keeps on her phone for ~reasons~, and he has sort of resigned himself to the idea that at least two or three times a year he is going to end his commute home covered in glitter. But his neighbors are surprisingly respectful of his privacy, and after the first wave of “HOLY FUCK CAPTAIN AMERICA JUST MOVED IN DOWN THE STREET THERE IS A GOD” hits social media, everything calms down.
gurl i saw your tags and NO DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR PUTTING YOUR AWESOME HEADCANON ON OUR TRASH POST. you just classed shit up for us.
honestly, it wasn’t even so much about him being bothered by any of it as just how hilarious his facial expressions would be at trying to tactfully deal with getting glitter bombed when all he was trying to do was buy a loaf of bread because he ran out and he just really really wants a grilled cheese sandwich or five right now.
also steve probably runs the unsuckdcmetro twitter.
#after literally two months: ‘fuck the metro this is garbage new yorkers would never put up with this’ #’the escalators are out again what kind of establishment is this’ #’track work this weekend? wow what a surprise i had no plans or anything’
…oh my god that would actually be the best though. Angry Old Man New Yorker Steve writing strongly worded letters to WMATA and eventually just giving up and starts raging on twitter about this bullshit. No, it’s cool that he waits at metro center for 45 minutes, it’s not like he has to save the world or anything.
"DEAR WMATA: TODAY I WITNESSED THAT ALL OF YOUR ESCALATORS AND YOUR ELEVATOR WERE OUT AT BETHESDA AND I HAD TO CARRY APPROXIMATELY HALF A DOZEN ELDERLY PEOPLE UP THE STAIRS. WHAT KIND OF FUCKERY IS THIS. SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS THE POINT OF REPAIRING THESE THINGS IF THEY JUST BREAK DOWN AGAIN THE NEXT DAY."
"DEAR WMATA: NICE GOING WITH RIPPING OUT ALL THAT BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPING FROM THE VOLUNTEER WHO WORKED HARD ON HIS OWN TIME AND WITH HIS OWN MONEY TO MAKE DUPONT’S STATION LOOK GOOD. DIRT AND BARE CONCRETE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN FLOWERS AND BUSHES AND STUFF. YEAH THIS SURE IS NICER."
"DEAR WMATA: ON VETERANS DAY YOU RAN A ‘HOLIDAY SCHEDULE’. I WAITED FOR 45 GOD DAMN MINUTES FOR THE BLUE LINE TRAIN TO FRANCONIA-SPRINGFIELD AND THEN WHEN IT CAME THE OPERATOR TOLD ME TO GO FUCK MYSELF. NEEDLESS TO SAY, I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED."
Steve Rogers: DC’s Crankiest New York Transplant makes me SO GODDAMN happy, you guys.
The first time he realized the Metro closes at midnight he probably couldn’t decide whether he wanted to be more confused or more angry.
I don’t think he lives in Dupont, though. He’s probably on the Hill somewhere.
Also, he fucking loves seeing movies at the Uptown.
All the ballerinas. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s
I really want to know what occasion called for this pint-sized Mountie uniform. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s #canada
Everything about this is perfect. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s
Possibly a petite Musketeer. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s
A wee Scottish lass. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s
Cute as a bug. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s
Her FACE. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s
Man, what I would give for her outfit. #vintage #vintagephoto #1920s