M A R I A   S T A R K
mother & wife
canon divergent
indie marvel rp
multi-verse/ship

semi-private & selective brought to life by
manon

established 2013
rebooted 9/2014, 8/30/15 & 4/1/16



other blog:
ELIZABETH MARCH
theme by MARIE.


4 yrs as maria, 6 yrs on tumblr.
*birds at top of theme are links!*
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instinctiveliar:

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           LOOK AT THE SHAMBLES HIS MARRIAGE WAS IN, he had a two year old son and yet he was n e v e r at home, only around in the early hours of the morning, like now. He can here the anger, the frustration and sadness that drops from her tone. HOW CAN HE BLAME HER? look what he’s doing to the pair of them.  ❝He’s advanced for his age, he knows how to put his toys away Maria and he should do so in the correct manner. I am strengthening him! teaching him how to behave, excuse me if i don’t mollycoddle him like you do!❞ a word he had p i c k e d up from Peggy.  ❝I’VE BEEN WORKING            SO THAT YOU CAN PUT MEALS IN FRONT OF HIM MARIA , TO MAKE A BETTER FUTURE FOR HIM.❞ it comes out as snarl, brown eyes blown wide with fury. He slams his hand into the wall, missing her by a few i n c h e s.  ❝Are you happy now Maria? you’ve woken our son up!❞ it was his fault, but he will blame her anyway, the sounds of Anthony crying filling the house, he can hear the pitter patter of feet as the two year old walks into the room clutching his blanket. Howard moves away from Maria quickly.

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          ❛ he’s TWO. he can put all of his toys in one big pile for all i care! you won’t let him have a childhood, howard, and it’s not fair! ❜   she counters without hesitation, hardly allowing his words to affect how she parents THEIR child. he’s never around, so what say does he have in tony’s life? in her eyes, he has none.   ❛ the fact that you work so much plays little part in my ability to put food on the table. i have my own money too, and i use it just as often as i use our money. so don’t you think for ONE SECOND that you’re the only thing keeping us alive now. ❜   she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of that, for it’s true that he isn’t the only breadwinner in the family. she comes from money, has earned her own keep in life; howard is simply a cushion for maria, in that sense. but his anger is still in full force, hence the slamming of his hand against the wall mere inches from her face; and then the crying can be heard. tony is downstairs within the minute, maria’s tear stained face obvious as he then runs to her, hardly acknowledging his father. and she picks him up without hesitation, mumbling sweet nothings to him as he cries softly into the crook of her neck. but as he calms, maria turns back to her husband, glare in full force.   ❛ i don’t want to see your face in this home again until you can learn to keep it in your pants. i don’t want you drinking in this house anymore, either. so get it out of your system, howard, or we’re done. ❜   and for once, she might just mean it, the single tear trailing down her cheek at the latter words proving such a thing. without wasting another second, she’ll continue to coo to their son as she goes up the stairs to the second level of their home, allowing tony to sleep in bed with her that night; they both needed the comfort and familiarity of one another.