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I'm gonna talk about why Maria Stark is infinitely important
  • infinitely

first off, to hell with the fucking notion that 616-maria didn’t love tony and tony never realized she loved him.

the universe realizes tony is a momma’s boy

in his dreams, maria is the one trying to offer input as to how he might lead a less miserable life. (also he reaches for her and theres a fucking butterfly come the fuck on) note that we’re in tony’s head so of course his dream figures are like “you created your own problems” – the important part here is, maria is the one who gives advice

howard wanted a son to take over the name/stark industries. maria was ready to accept any sex.

also here’s something golden. tony stark says this to the demon incarnation of his father’s soul when they’re fighting in hell (i mean lol in case you needed proof howard is scum)

She loved me. Loved us both. Unconditionally. All that’s good in me, all you call “weakness” — the compassion, the caring, everything decent — I learned from herAnd that gives me the will, the need, the strength — to ultimately do — whatever’s necessary.

i know right

i really want to point to one specific part in this.

All that’s good in me… I learned from her.

now listen to me on this

to hell with the notion that tony’s heroic streak comes from howard :) ok. fuck that

sensitive boy

EVERYONE LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW. TONY STARK WAS A SENSITIVE BOY

i’m gonna tell you who else was sensitive

MARIA FUCKING COLLINS CARBONELL STARK WAS SENSITIVE

SEE: THE PANEL ABOVE WHERE SHE’S CRYING

SEE: THIS

like i understand that comic portrayal of women wasn’t/isn’t stellar. but at the same time – don’t do the thing where you say maria isn’t strong as a character just because she’s a woman that cries and is scared of her abusive husband after he becomes a raging alcoholic because newsflash not all women need to be SHIELD agents or superpowered physical kickers of ass in order to be worth your time. like we have no evidence that maria wasn’t a SHIELD agent like howard or whatever but even if she wasn’t (and i’d prefer it if she WASN’T) fuck the notion that women can’t be sensitive and feminine and also

fuck the idea that tony took after howard temper-wise, like

literally fuck that

stop erasing maria like. TONY HAD A MOTHER TOO HE DIDN’T SPONTANEOUSLY SPRING INTO EXISTENCE

the little boy who read about knights in the library. that’s not fucking howard stark. that’s the maria stark in tony

this. this is maria stark

and this. quiet and subdued tony stark

thiS IS MARIA STARK

TONY STARK WHO GENUINELY WANTS TO HELP YOU

TONY STARK WHO WANTS TO MAKE YOU A SURPRISE

THIS IS MARIA STARK

THIS IS MARIA STARK BECAUSE THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT HOWARD TRIED TO PREACH TONY TO BE

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF MARIA STARK

NEVER FORGET THE FACT THAT TONY WITNESSED HIS MOTHER BEING DRIVEN TO TEARS BY HOWARD. NEVER FORGET THAT MARIA WAS TRAPPED IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP AND WAS PROBABLY DEPRESSED SHE PROBABLY HAD GOOD REASONS TO START NEGLECTING HER FAMILY DO NOT COME INTO MY HOUSE AND TELL ME MARIA STARK IS NOT IMPORTANT

LITERALLY NO ONE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN MARIA STARK

MARIA IS THE REASON WHY TONY STARK IS A GOOD PERSON BENEATH THE IRON ARMOR AND SHE’S THE REASON WHY HE PUTS ON THAT ARMOR TO DO GOOD THINGS

MARIA STARK AS HER OWN PERSON NEEDS TO BE DEVELOPED IN THE COMICS BECAUSE HONESTLY WE DON’T KNOW TWO FUCKS ABOUT HER AS AN ENTITY SEPARATE FROM HOWARD AND THAT SUCKS BUT WE DO HAVE TONY STARK AND THAT’S NOT ENOUGH BUT IT’S EVEN LESS IF PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING THE FACT THAT MARIA STARK WAS, IN MANY WAYS, THE ONE POSITIVE FORMATIVE INFLUENCE TONY HAD GROWING UP oh my god i’m so mad MARIA STARK IS THE MOST IMPORTANT

AND EVERYTHING “SECRET ORIGINS”!!!!! IS!!!!!!!! FUCKING BULLSHIT

IT’S FUCKING BULLSHIT because how dare you

i mean. lets go back to that quote

She loved me. Loved us both. Unconditionally. All that’s good in me, all you call “weakness” — the compassion, the caring, everything decent — I learned from herAnd that gives me the will, the need, the strength — to ultimately do — whatever’s necessary.

“She loved me. … Unconditionally.”

how dare you take this certainty away from tony

literally how in the fuck dare you

HOW DARE YOU DO THIS

this is the hallucination from fatal frontier HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU TWIST TONY’S PERCEPTION OF MARIA LIKE THAT

HOW IN THE FUCK

BUT WE ONLY DID WHAT WAS BEST” HOW IN THE FUCK DARE YOU DO THIS

HOW IN THE FUCK DARE YOU TAKE THE ONE PERSON TONY KNEW FOR SURE LOVED HIM UNCONDITIONALLY AND TWIST HIS IDEA OF HER IN SUCH A WAY THAT!!! HE THINKS!!! SHE WOULD DISPOSE OF HIM AND HIS EMOTIONS!! FOR THE SAKE!!! OF THE FUCKING GREATER GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW IN THE FUCK

DARE YOU DO THIS I’M SO FURIOUS

JUSTICE FOR MARIA STARK I’M SO MAD

  • Maria: My husband's doing me wrong, beating me, cheating me, mistreating me
  • Maria: don't leave me with him helpless
  • Maria in a letter to Alexander: I feel more for you than myself and wish I had never been born to give you so much unhappiness
  • Maria in another letter to Ham: I can neither eat or sleep I have been on the point of doing the most horrid acts as I shudder to think where I might have been and what will become of me.
  • The fandom: obviously she's the villain here

I wanted to sneak some Aunt Peggy into this AU. :)


“Sir, Ms. Carter is here,” Jarvis said, stepping into his office. “Would you like me to escort her here or would you like to g–”

“Too late!” Peggy said, pushing past him. “I’m already here. Howard, you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Howard stood, waving at Jarvis when he sighed in that way that said ‘I’d roll my eyes if I could but that would be unprofessional.’ “Thanks for trying, Jarvis.”

Jarvis dipped his head. “Shall I bring tea?”

“Don’t bother,” Peggy cut in before Howard could say anything. “Tony will be home soon and I don’t want tea on my blouse.”

Jarvis sighed again, this time fondly, and said, “Very well.”

Howard waited for him to leave before asking, “What’s that?”

Peggy turned to purse her lips at him. “It’s a garment bag, Howard. I’m sure you’ve seen one before.”

“Of course I’ve seen one,” Howard scoffed. “Just never yours. And it’s quite small, isn’t it?” He leered. “Are you here to put on a show for me, Peggy? I’m alright with it, but I’ll need to ask my wife–”

“Howard!” Peggy laughed, so surprised that she didn’t have a chance to pretend she was mad. “Maria would kill us both!”

“Not if I invited her to watch as well,” Howard said confidently, putting his hands on his hips.

“Invited me to watch what?” Maria asked poking her head into the office. She watched the two humans sputter and blush and raised an eyebrow. “…Hmm.”

Howard flailed a little. “It’s nothing, Maria!”

“…If you say so,” she said after a moment. “Howard, did you forget Tony got out of school early because of construction in their science wing? He’s going to–” She yelped as Howard rushed past her, knocking her into the door jamb painfully. “Ow, Howard! Damn!” Maria called after him, offended, and rubbed her side. “…Ow.”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Peggy asked in concern. “Howard’s scatterbrained but I’ve never seen him like… that.

“Ohh,” Maria mumbled rubbing her side again. “Ever since Tony started school, Howard’s always waited on the landing for him to get home. He tries to act casual but Tony knows he’s waiting for him. It’s almost as if he thinks Tony’s so oblivious that he’d never notice his father always happening to be at the same place every time he comes home.”

Peggy let out a little noise of amusement. “Oh my God. It seems like every time I come over here, I learn a new way he’s smitten with that boy.”

“Well, it seems like every day he sees him, he finds a new way to be smitten,” Maria admitted fondly. She tilted her head. “What’s in your garment bag, Peggy? It’s very small.” She leered. “Oh, were you planning on putting on a show?”

“I hate both of you and I’m going to kidnap Tony and raise him on my own,” Peggy informed her, but she was smiling. “You’re both awful. I can’t believe Tony continues to be the exuberant ball of innocence he is with you as his parents.”

Maria laughed. “Well, Howard is quite a prude around Tony. I’m lucky if a peck on the lips lasts more than two seconds if Tony’s in the room.”

“I adore Howard,” Peggy said, giggling behind her hand. “What a man of mystery. A ladies’ man until he met you, a devoted husband, and now a prudish father. And he somehow manages to be all three at the same time some days.”

“He is absolutely precious,” Maria agreed.

They turned as they heard laughing just in time to see Howard hobble back into the office, Tony standing on his feet and giggling as he was carried around. He brightened when he saw Peggy and let go of Howard’s hands to rush over to her. “Aunt Peggy!”

“Hello, darling,” Peggy replied, kneeling so he could throw himself into her arms. “I hear you’ve started designing a robot.”

“Yeah!” Tony answered immediately, leaning back so he could grin at her. “Dad’s even letting me do everything myself! Or, well, um–” He turned and looked at Howard before turning to look at Peggy again. “I have to let him help me with the heavy stuff, and I need his supervision for welding and stuff. But the rest of it I get to do myself!”

“My, that’s so exciting, Tony!” Peggy said, smiling at him. “I hope everything goes well. But then, you and your father are so clever, I’m sure it will.”

Tony beamed at her. “Thanks, Aunt Peggy!” He noticed the garment bag still in her hand and tilted his head. “Whats in the bag, Aunt Peggy? It looks too small for you.” He gasped. “Aunt Peggy, is it for me?!”

Peggy paused to give both Howard and Maria long, disappointed looks before she looked back down at Tony with a smile. “It is!”

“You got me a present and it isn’t even my birthday!” Tony cheered. He reached for the garment bag, then seemed to remember his manners and clasped his hands behind his back shyly.

Peggy stood and unzipped the garment bag. “I remembered you told me that your friend Janet is doing a little project of designing dresses from each decade.”

“Yeah,” Tony answered hopefully, eyes glued on the garment bag.

Peggy pushed the garment bag open to show a long dark skirt and cream-colored jacket with a cinched waist. “Well, I just found this gorgeous skirt and jacket the other day, just like the ones I used to wear in the forties! Maybe you’d like to wear it the next time you go over to Janet’s house? You can tell her this was high fashion in the forties, especially the cinched waist.”

“Aunt Peggy I love it,” Tony breathed, reaching out to grasp the sleeve of the jacket.

“And,” Peggy added proudly. “Hat brims were much wider back then. This hat might be a bit big for you, but–”

Tony nearly vibrated as she took off her hat and set it on his head. “Really?!

Peggy watched the hat tip forward, just a tad too large, and reached out to fix it. “Of course, dear. You might have to grow into it.”

“Nonsense,” Maria scoffed, coming to kneel beside him, and carefully fixed the hat on his head. “If we can’t make it work with bobby pins, I have several hat pins. How would you like to wear one of your mother’s pretty hat pins, Tony?”

“You can’t,” Howard blurted out before he could say anything.

Peggy and Maria swiveled to glare at him.

He valiantly did not shrink. “Honey, your hat pins are illegal. They’re too long.”

“What–why?!” Maria exclaimed, sputtering.

“The suffragettes used them as weapons so there were laws made.”

“…Well!” Peggy said, smiling. “Your suffragettes were my kind of women!”

“Howard you’ve let me wear my hat pins to the races!” Maria sputtered again.

Howard blinked at her. “Maria, I have no intention of telling my wife, who can turn into a werewolf, what she can and cannot wear to the races. I will however put my foot down for Tony. He doesn’t have your ability to make people wish they were dead yet.”

Maria stared at him stonily.

Howard nodded. “Yes, like that.”

Tony giggled and pushed the brim of the hat up. “My hair’s not long enough for hat pins anyway,” he said, even though he stared longingly at the jewelry box where Maria kept her hat pins.

“Aw,” Peggy and Maria cooed.

“We’ll just have to figure something out,” Maria continued, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “Peggy, this was so kind. Thank you.”

Peggy sighed. “Well, it’s good practice for when my nieces and nephews finally start having children. I missed this part of their lives because of the war.”

“You can spoil me whenever you want, Aunt Peggy!” Tony offered helpfully.

Peggy snorted, smiling, and gave his cheek the smallest of pinches because only Tony could offer to let someone spoil him and actually mean for it to make the other person feel better. “I will, dear.”

Jarvis knocked on the doorway. “I’ve made coffee.”

“Oh, delightful!” Peggy said, smiling.

Tony turned, hand raised.

“Yes, and a cup of chocolate milk for you, sir, with apples and peanut butter for your afternoon snack.”

“Yay!” Tony cheered, running for the door.

Howard snagged the hat off of his head on the way by. “Let’s leave this with the skirt and jacket, Tony. It would be just our luck if it fell off your head and into your peanut butter.”

“Aw,” Tony complained, but agreed easily enough, instead grabbing and tugging on Howard’s hand. “C’mon, Dad, I wanna tell you about what happened in school today!”

“Of course, honey,” Howard answered immediately, letting himself be dragged down the hall.

Jarvis sighed that fond eye-rolling sigh and followed them.

“Oh dear,” Peggy murmured. “He didn’t call Howard ‘daddy’ once the entire time I’ve been here.”

“Don’t bring it up,” Maria ordered immediately as they began to follow the men out. “I had to calm that tempest twice already.”

Peggy snorted. “Dear God, I won’t.”

Shy || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

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Summary: In which (Y/N) is as shy as can be and Jack is her first real relationship. 

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this a good few days ago, I hope you enjoy!!xo



“You writing again, love?”

(Y/N) looks up from her laptop and blushes slightly, though she nods her answer and presses her lips together softly as she glances back down at her progress. “The publisher gave me a date, said i needed to be done two months in advance to give time for editing.”

Jack nods in understanding and sits down on the couch next to her, wraps his arm around her shoulders and tugs her closer to him, reading the words over her shoulder. He absolutely adored reading what she wrote, and owned around twenty different copies of each and every book that she’d had published. For a twenty year old, who had her first book published when she was only sixteen, (Y/N) had already accomplished the dream she’d been working towards since she was three years old - and Jack couldn’t have possibly been more proud.

She types a few more words, her fingers moving so quickly across the keyboard that they blurred. Jack pulls his mobile out of his pocket, and (Y/N) looks over her shoulder at him slowly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just the boys asking if they can come over.” He mumbles, pressing his face into into her hair and inhaling softly as her cheeks burn red. “You mind?”

She shakes her head, closing the lid of her laptop and leaning forward, placing it on the coffee table and curling back up into Jack’s side with her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on his shoulder. “Yeah, they can come over. I guess I could do with a break.”

Jack rolls his eyes,  "you’ve been working non-stop for almost seven hours now, a break is the least you deserve.“

She grins and glances up at him, leaning into his touch when his uses the pad of his thumb to trace the birthmark on her cheek. "If I don;t get this book finished in tine, you have no idea how mad Maria will be.”

“Maria was mad when you called her up at one am and asked if she could read over your work with you. She’s not crazy.” He smirks, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. “Not like you are,”

She blushes and looks down at her lap, entwining her hand through his in her lap and fiddling with his fingers lovingly. “I’m not crazy.”

“You’re not?” He shuffles a little, picking her up and placing her down onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist in order for him to be able to look up into her eyes. “That’s funny, because if I remember correctly, I found you asleep in the bathtub at three am because you insisted that you could channel your inner Dalton Trumbo.”  

She whines and pouts, looking down into his eyes with doe like ones that managed to soften his entire face. “I was lacking inspiration; and it wasn’t like I asked you to take a photo.”

He chuckles and cups her cheeks in his hands, pulling her head down and brushing their lips together softly. “You looked so peaceful, I had to capture the moment.”

She hums against his lips, opening her eyes and counting the different shades of blue that surrounded his iris with a mental sigh. “And you just had to send it to the boys?”

“In my defence, I made them all promise not to post it on any social media.”

She snorts and throws her head back in amusement, Jack smirking at the smile on her face as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against his chest. She looks down at him in surprise, but he simply rolls his eyes and leans up, their lips meeting as he held her against him closely.

They sit together for a while, their lips connected and Jack’s hands wrapped firms around her hips - simply making the most of their time together before the boys were due to arrive. Though neither party took into account the fat that the boys had only been a few minutes away when they asked permission, and that Conor had a key.

So with Jack hovering over (Y/N)’s body, their bodies flush together, the whole buttercream squad walked into the room and all froze in place, all but Caspar, who screamed childishly and hid his face in Oli’s shoulder. “This is porn! I’m only a child!”

Jack and (Y/N) jump apart, both panting heavily, Jack glaring at his friends immediately and (Y/N) blushing a darker red then any of the boys had ever thought possible. She stares down at her feet, having jumped up from the couch the moment Caspar made them known. This was new, shed never been seen kissing anyone so patiently, let alone be caught by a whole group of people with her boyfriend having over her.

(Y/N) was new to this, well to be honest, she was new to everything. Jack was her first real relationship; she’d always been too shy to find someone to fall in love with. But everything with Jack was different, even from the beginning. Sure, you were still shy as hell around him, and blushed whenever he’d kiss you, but after a while you grew more and more confident - and that was when you realised. You weren’t getting confident, you were still painfully shy around others, but instead, you were falling in love.

Love had an impact, it changed everything about a person from the way they brush their teeth to the way they sleep at night. From the dreams that have to the way they present themselves; they don’t change so dramatically that they’re unrecognisable, but they change in a way that makes everything so much more enjoyable.

As a loner, she’d never known her way around trusting anyone else the way she trusted herself, but Jack, the boys, they all mattered immensely to her, and she’d learnt to trust them with everything she had. They would read her unpublished work, something she’d never let even her mother do.

But this, this was different. They’d seen her in a way that nobody but Jack ever had, and you had no idea how to react. Was she supposed to laugh, or was she supposed to cry?

With no words, she simply stares at them all with wide eyes, wrapping her arms around herself and glancing over at Jack helplessly. He sighs and wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest and glaring at his friends. “Seriously? You couldn’t have knocked?”

“Well we didn’t think you’d be making out on the couch at three in the afternoon!”

“Oh my god, just knock next time you assholes.”

And they did. They knocked no matter what room in what house they were walking into, if (Y/N) and Jack were there, knocking was their only instinct.

Archduchess Maria Amalia had a stubborn disposition and was the only daughter who refused to even to pretend to follow her mother’s advice after she was married. She was therefore shunned by the Empress, although her younger sisters were quite fond of her. Considered one of the prettiest sisters in a family of beauties, she had been determined to marry the man she loved the way Mimi had. Maria Theresa, having recovered her strength of mind, would not hear of it. Instead Amalia had to marry Ferdinand of Parma, another grandson of Louis XV. They had several children although they both cheated on each other, and Amalia later behaved so badly people thought she was mad. Maria Theresa worried that the rumours about Amalia would make it to France and soil Antoine’s reputation; indeed it may have contributed to the French people’s readiness to believe anything unsavoury about their Queen. As a widow, Amalia was driven out of Parma by Napoleon’s army and sought refuge in Bohemia, where she died in Prague in 1804.

Marie-Antoinette, Daughter of the Caesars: Her Life, Her Times, Her Legacy - Elena Maria Vidal