painted skies in my dreams.

Some days I lie wide awake 'til the sun hits my face, and I fade, E L E V A T E from the e a r t h . Far away to a place where I'm FREE from the ( weight ) — this whole world, this whole world! I don't trust anything... or anyone, below the sun. I don't feel anything... at all.

[loversmore]

this is me trying, taylor swift.

[sofiastarks]

stxrsfires‌:

( 📩 → unknown ): i have been trying to master the art of this very complicated braiding of the hair but i cannot seem to get it!! 😾  ( 📩 → unknown ): why must this person have little hair?? these videos clearly do not account for tamaranean hair 

(✉️ ➡️ unknown ): omg a cat emoji, i’ve only seen those in memes (✉️ ➡️ unknown ): what kind of braid? and are you trying to do it on yourself? those fancy braids are always harder to do on yourself (✉️ ➡️ unknown ): :/ (✉️ ➡️ unknown ): okay i don’t need riri to tell me that tamaranean is a fake word. what are you talking about?

[sofiastarks]

moveswithcourage‌:

(✉️ ➡️ :///): [unsent] probably bc u suck (✉️ ➡️ :///): no idea :( bummer (✉️ ➡️ :///): what did she do (✉️ ➡️ :///): and is there video of her doing it? (✉️ ➡️ :///): for science!

(✉️ ➡️ tony’s friend ): fuck you :/ (✉️ ➡️ tony’s friend ): my word not good enough for you? (✉️ ➡️ tony’s friend ): because i remember you saying that i transcend science. i am BETTER than science

[sofiastarks]

ptrparkcrs‌:

( 📩 → stark2 ): be like me, get ur own wildly overpriced shoebox, escape the omnipresent glare of robo-nanny ( 📩 → stark2 ): do i look like a guy who has ad-free hulu ( 📩 → stark2 ): i use my aunt’s i have SOME humility ( 📩 → stark2 ): oof godspeed ( 📩 → stark2 ): be like rapunzel get a lizard and a frying pan and battle ur way out ( 📩 → stark2 ): image.jpg [ peter pouting, sandwich licking the empty bowl in his lap ]

(✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): i have a shoebox with a roommate :/  (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): and a landlord that forgets to collect rent it’s v nice actually (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): you look like a little bitch who WOULD pay that extra cash for it (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): don’t tell tony i called you a little bitch :/  (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): you’re stealing from your AUNT? peter i am shocked (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): HOW DOES THAT HELP? (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): SHOULD I HIT THE DOOR WITH THE PAN? (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): who will be my lizard?  (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): image.jpg [sofia cropped out peter’s face and zoomed in on sandwhich] (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): 😍😍😍😍

[gcldenachilles]

“don’t touch me i said because i can’t handle someone being good to me”

— — david levithan, “the realm of possibility”

[sofiastarks]

ptrparkcrs‌:

Peter’s hobbies included pizza, vigilanteism, and fucking with Tony Stark. Usually, that meant rattling around Stark Tower ordering takeout on Tony’s dime, rearranging some of the less scary robots, and making bargains with FRIDAY to not tell on him for setting the toaster on fire again. It was fun being the only one there some days, feeling like a little kid seeing his hero’s lab for the first time all over again, but having only robots for company got lonely. (Riri was basically forty, and he was kind of afraid of her, so she only half-counted.)

But Sofia– he didn’t know what to make of Tony’s daughter yet, just that she seemed kind of intimidatingly cool and hadn’t yet figured out how to win over FRIDAY. To be fair, Peter hadn’t really, either, but he liked to think they were on okay terms. He hadn’t set off any alarms in at least a month.

“Oh,” he said, half-smiling, an eyebrow raised, “that’s exactly what I’m suggesting.” He laughed and waved at the ceiling, where he imagined Tony’s multi-million dollar nanny cam watching them with glee. “Hi, FRIDAY. Don’t worry, we’re not gonna shoot you, right, Sofia? We’re just going to, um–watch some TV in silence and get up to no nonsense whatsoever like good, well-behaved adult children.”

“Mr. Parker, Mr. Stark has expressly forbidden–”

“I thought we had an understanding, yeah? I’ll tell Karen you said hi.”

“That is not how this works.”

“Making me look real cool in front of the new girl, FRIDAY. Thanks.” Peter groaned and turned to Sofia with a defeated shrug. “She’s pretty harmless, I think. Usually. Honestly, I’m kinda scared of her too.”

The short interaction between Peter and FRIDAY made it obvious to Sofia that FRIDAY did like him more than she liked Sofia --- but not enough to let him get away with anything. Which was funny and infuriating at the same time. FRIDAY seemed to hate everyone (Tony included sometimes)... so who could get her to chill out?

"First of all, Peter, you're a terrible liar. You're trying to convince a robot you're not about to be a terror --- you gotta do better than that! Secondly, I... I don't even have a second point. I'm too disappointed in your lie to think right now." Sofia shook her head and looked up at where Peter had been waving his hand. Was that where FRIDAY was hiding away right now? She could hear FRIDAY humming in the walls and she wondered if FRIDAY was everywhere... or if she could be distracted. That would have been an interesting concept, Peter and Sofia splitting up to make it harder for FRIDAY to stop them both...

But Sofia had a feeling that their resident overlord was omnipresent.

But then Sofia's gaze shifted from the ceiling and onto Peter, a tight smile on her face after be spoke. "I hate to break it to you but..." Sofia shook her head slowly, "I never thought you were cool. And now that I know that FRIDAY likes you about as much as she likes me...” She shrugged her shoulders dramatically. ‘I don’t know if this team-up is going to work out.”

[sofiastarks]

laylashrugged‌:

“It depends on who you ask,” Layla said with a hum. Knowing stuff wasn’t her power, but it’s what most people considered when they thought of her… if they ever spared her a second thought. Pawns weren’t meant to be memorable. Just disposable. “If you’re asking can I help pay the rent, the answer is yes. I have a job.” A job that didn’t pay much, but Layla bothered Ric into giving her a cut of the pay just for knowing enough to keep them out of the big shit.

“Vague and cryptic,” Sofia said with a smirk. “I can dig it.” She had seen enough movies about premonitions --- and she knew that probably wasn’t the best thing to use as a marker for this --- but she knew that it wasn’t perfect. Free will changed a lot of things. There were infinite paths before them, and infinite forks in the road. “Good,” Sofia said, a hand on her hip as she looked at Layla. From what she knew about Clint, their landlord, he didn’t often collect the rent, but still, it mattered. “I guess, all that’s left is to pick our rooms.” 

[sofiastarks]

itsdamianwavne‌:

( 📩 → mini stark ): and thor needs a cape? ( 📩 → mini stark ): i wouldn’t expect any less of you, stark. ( 📩 → mini stark ): no. and if you ever say that again, i will hurt you. i am nothing but cold and emotionless. your wellbeing means nothing to me. forget i asked. ( 📩 → mini stark ): ooh bribery. now that i would like to see – commissioner, how about a turkey club if you let this one slide? you’d look great in handcuffs.

(✉️ ➡️ batshit ): yes. thor needs a cape. it works for him, okay?  (✉️ ➡️ batshit ): i’m glad you know my so well, it shows how much you care 😘😘 (✉️ ➡️ batshit ): you can’t stop me from showing the entire world the screenshots. “damian wayne felt an emotion and i have proof” imagine the hits i would get on a shitty blog about that? i would be famous (✉️ ➡️ batshit ): it’s okay that you care about me, you can say it  (✉️ ➡️ batshit ): you’re right, i’d look /great/ in handcuffs. hottest accessory of 2020

[sofiastarks]

thehoneyxbadger‌:

(✉️ ➡️ shield sofia ): umm… (✉️ ➡️ shield sofia ): i can ask? what kind of hacking are we talking? someone should be able to…. (✉️ ➡️ shield sofia ): ooh what’d she do? i wanna know!

(✉️ ➡️ badger badger ): her phone specifically (✉️ ➡️ badger badger ): i am sure FRIDAY protects her shit and i don’t think i can take on the overlord myself :/ (✉️ ➡️ badger badger ): [unsent] she is best friends with my dad and i hate her (✉️ ➡️ badger badger ): she’s just. a terrible person, okay? horrible. like, the worst

[sofiastarks]

goldenavcnger‌:

“Maybe you’re just not thinking wide enough,” Tony retorted. He had the feeling she didn’t really believe in what she was saying – chances were she had been told the same thing as he was when he first brought up an alternative initiative to Obadiah, only to be told that clean energy would drain them, that there was no way even a man of Tony’s genius could figure out a way to make that work. “I’m not not entertained,” Tony replied, because he at least had to give her that. She’d managed to keep his attention for a lot longer than most people did, and it wasn’t just because of the name she’d tacked on after her own, the name that Tony had a love-hate relationship with since the day he was saddled with it. “Sometimes honesty is. I thought that’s what we were doing, here.” She wasn’t offended. Tony thought of Pepper, then, how two weeks into working for him she turned and said are you physically incapable of being insulted? People’s comments didn’t count for much when Tony’s mind went to the worst case scenario first. “Much experience with rich, white men then?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or am I the first one you thought wouldn’t realise what you were doing?”

The truth. They were flinging a lot of that around, today, but there wasn’t an answer to the question that was most pressing at the forefront of Tony’s mind, the thing that brought him here to sit in front of her now. Nat said she had that weird feeling in her fingertips, that sixth sense, and Tony believed her. “Big corp doesn’t support clean energy either,” Tony said, “but here I am. There are different ways to do business. Better ways.” The conversation ground to a halt, though, as Tony looked down at her phone. Suri’s face came back into his mind easily, their talks at various conferences, how passionate she’d been up on stage. How long had it been? Twenty, twenty-five years, since Vegas at least.

Sofia spoke again, and Tony kept her gaze, searching for the deception that he hadn’t quite been able to pick up from her face before. If he didn’t know what she’d been saying, he would’ve believed all of her story – but this … these were details you didn’t pull from nowhere. Had he scrawled it on the back of a page, leaving it with her like he left Extremis with Maya? A reminder that even if he wasn’t there in the morning, he wasn’t forgetting her? “Inspirational,” he finally managed to choke out. He held his hand up to the waitress. “Do we have anything with alcohol here?” She raised an eyebrow, and he shook his head. “Never mind.” He linked his fingers together, leaning forward on the table. “What do you want?”

With her mother’s family, there had only been one path forward. They had plans for their plans, and they had every detail of her life detailed out. And Sofia had done anything but listen to them. Where it started, Sofia couldn’t be sure. Maybe when her mutation presented itself and it put a wrench in all the plans her mother had for her --- or maybe it started long before that, when her single, pregnant mother, told her family that she was having a child and refused to tell people who it was with and refused to give it up. (The disappointment in Sofia started long before her birth.) “Let me guess... you’re going to tell me how to improve my thinking?” In reality, Sofia wasn’t sure where she could apply herself. She was a mutant. A runaway. And had next to nothing but the clothes on her back and the cash from others --- no diploma --- no degree. Nothing that mattered in this world. “First time I’ve ever been caught.” Another truth. Sofia had been good about not getting caught for a long time --- and the only reason she had been caught was because she had run into Natasha.

Sofia shrugged. “Said the rich white man who could fight the government and big corp on every front if he wanted to. Not all of us had that option growing up,” Sofia said flippantly. “And that ideal --- sharing is caring --- or whatever --- it’s a bunch of bullshit. Maybe being an adult is about sharing, or maybe it’s knowing that nothing is ever yours unless you have an iron grip on it.” Sofia knew that he’d understand that at least --- despite actively not giving a shit about most people, Sofia carefully followed Stark news. She needed to have all the information to sell her story properly, after all. 

The shift in the conversation came quickly. Sofia leaned back into her seat in the booth and crossed her arms --- another physical something between herself and Tony, but nothing could stop her from seeing the color drain from his face. And it clicked all at once. Sofia’s stomach turned and her mind scrambled to find a reason --- to find some logical explanation for Tony’s reaction that wasn’t... T... T was Tony Stark. He had been at most of the conferences that her mother had gone to and the math worked out --- Sofia had constructed a timeline before, desperately looking for her father when she was younger. But Tony had been crossed out early on because she simply didn’t believe it could be him. Sofia looked at the waitress but any hope of relief she had vanished when there was no alcohol. And then Tony leaned into the table and asked her what she wanted.

And if she were a different person, that would have been the dream question. She could have asked for a few million dollars --- a mansion to call home --- she could have asked for anything and if Tony Stark was like any other billionaire, he would have done it just to keep her quiet. But Sofia was staring at him, throat dry, trying to process the truth between them that neither was acknowledging directly. “Whiskey,” she said finally, the single word came out strained. 

[sofiastarks]

ptrparkcrs‌:

( 📩 → stark2 ): that is RUDE and also why i don’t have an alexa i don’t trust the machines ( 📩 → stark2 ): who has a dvr these days why would i have a dvr everything’s on hulu grandma ( 📩 → stark2 ): no one Makes you hang out with me u know ( 📩 → stark2 ): except for maybe tony but 🤷️ ( 📩 → stark2 ): you’re free to leave at any time ( 📩 → stark2 ): it was beautiful and now it’s gone do u wanna get me more

(✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): no you just have FRIDAY who is arguably worse (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): did you just (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): sorry i don’t use tony for the fancy hulu services! layal and i have hulu but it’s basic... and i’m pretty sure it’s not ours  (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): you think the overlord would let me leave when she knows i’m miserable (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): you think it’s tony but... i’m pretty sure that FRIDAY would shut down all door functions on us if she knew (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): image.jpg  [ it’s a picture of sofia flipping off the camera with ice cream in her hands. it’s clear she’s inside stark tower ] (✉️ ➡️ other stark child ): this is the last one :) 

[sofiastarks]

goldenavcnger‌:

Steve was safe, his voice over the phone the best thing Tony had heard in years, the relief immediately sinking into his bones. Riri was on the couch a few floors up, sleeping albeit fitfully, FRIDAY watching over her closely and Dum-E draping a blanket over her as he rolled past. Danny and Sharon had been in touch, Drew’s incident report had been thorough in describing who exactly was injured or killed, and Tony was left picking up the pieces – and his mind was stuck on her. It was like he said to Steve when he first said her name and daughter in the same sentence, at least out loud. He couldn’t get Sofia Stark (Sethi) out of his head. He couldn’t stop turning over that night with Suri, couldn’t stop thinking maybes that turned into probably that turned into definitely.

She was his daughter. It was the best and the worst thing that could happen, all at the same time. He wanted to apologise for it, wanted to apologise for a lot of things, wanted to bring her to the museum and walk around the exhibits and watch to see whether she reacted to the same pieces of history that he had, whether she lit up with the excitement Pepper described sticking around for when she saw it for the first time down in the workshop. They didn’t get the chance to go to the museum yet. Tony signed up for the operation on the off chance he would have more time than just one day to spend, and now New York was a warzone.

And now she was in front of him.

“Hi,” Tony replied, the word coming out of him in a rush of breath, but Sofia was already struggling for her own. He recognised the signs as much as he processed the words. Mutant. Was that why she was sent away? Was that why she found herself here, stealing purses, using that name before she knew? She moved back and Tony hesitated for only a moment before taking a step towards her, hand falling short as it reached for hers. (They weren’t there yet. They might never be. More than twenty years he’d been … ) “Hey, look at me,” he said, meeting her eyes. “Sofia, focus on my voice. You’re not going to get hurt. Nothing is going to happen to you while I’m still breathing, you hear me?” His voice dropped lower, forcing her to listen more closely to pick up the words, a trick he’d learned from watching Danny. “Count for me. Count … count how many computer monitors are in here. Tell me how many there are.” Tony shifted again, chewing at the inside of his cheek. He managed a small, faint smile in Sofia’s direction. “I get this, too. I can’t blast it in the face, but remembering where you are, who you’re with, it helps. And I’ve got you. You’re not falling, not here.”

Sofia didn't tell people about being a mutant --- it wasn't out of shame, but self-preservation. And the fight in Central Park had proved all her paranoia to be... well, based in reality. Suddenly, it wasn't just her looking at the news and making assumptions about the future. Her fears were now based in something very real. Something tangible. And she didn't know who to turn to for help. Her mother might have picked up the phone... but her mother would have also pulled her out of here by her hair and forced her back to New Orleans or back to California, and the idea of finally finding Tony and being ripped away from this again only pushed Sofia further down her spiral.

With her breathing already labored and her chest heaving, Sofia squeezed her eyes shut. She hadn't planned on telling Tony about what she was --- and if she had a choice, it wouldn't have been like this. Not after someone had died, not while there were tears in her eyes, not while she was wondering if she was going to end up on the ground with other mutants.

If she had a choice, a lot of things would have been different. She wouldn't have met him in a diner, she wouldn't have come to the realization that he was her father over a note she has tucked away in her wallet. A lot of things would be different. But... this was their reality. 

She looked at Tony for a long time after he started speaking, his words barely reaching her --- but still, they did. They pulled her back to reality slowly. Even if the pounding in her chest hadn’t settled. “Monitors...” she repeated, her eyes searching the room, but the second that her eyes were off of Tony, she felt the panic creep back up her spine. Sofia took in a sharp breath and at the same time, there was a spark from her hands. Curling her hands into fists, she crossed her arms and held her hands close to her side. “I’m --- I’m sorry, when I ---” Sofia took several steps back from Tony, stumbling as she moved. “It’s bad when...” She didn’t know how to describe it. It wasn’t just panic that caused her to lose control, it was any intense emotion. (Would he be scared of her if he knew?) “It’ll stop soon.” Would it? She hoped it would. 

But Tony was telling her that he had been here too and Sofia let out a strangled laugh. Was this another thing she had in common with the father she barely knew? How many more bits of herself were connected to him? How much of his DNA influenced her? The cheeseburgers, the memory... this. But this, this she was used to dealing with alone in a locked room with her arms wrapped around her legs while she tried to push away every thought that terrorized her. Having someone try and talk her down was new. “Okay,” Sofia said weakly, nodding her head while taking in a strangled breath, her eyes on the ceiling as she tried to breathe. “I’m not falling here.” 

[valtsv]

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

[valtsv]

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

[sofiastarks]

immortalweapon‌:

Guns were tricky. Danny had a lot of training, knew how to use most weapons he got his hands on. He could wield any kind of blade, knew how to fight with nunchucks and throwing stars. His body was a weapon, carefully honed and perfected to the point of lethality. Danny understood weapons because he was a weapon, but… guns were tricky. 

Danny’s training was in close-quarters combat. If he got close to someone, taking them out was simple. It was easy. But he couldn’t do it from a distance. He couldn’t fight someone wielding a gun when all he had was his fists, couldn’t punch a bullet from the sky. Danny could lose himself in a fight, but guns always took him back to the rooftop of Rand, with the man he’d trusted second only to his own father, waving one at him, shooting at him until Ward stepped in and ended it. Guns were tricky, and Danny never knew what to do with them.

That didn’t mean he’d run away from a firefight, of course. To borrow Ward’s words, Danny was too goddamn stupid to run away from any kind of fight. Instead, he typically found himself running towards them, and today was no different. 

Or, it wouldn’t have been, if someone hadn’t gripped his shoulder before he could make it towards the heart of the battle.

Danny was a little surprised when he turned to find a girl probably not much older than twenty standing behind him, her hands sparking with some kind of something. His eyes burned when she spoke, and he shook his head. “I’ve got a friend who is,” he offered, though his tone wasn’t quite as light as he wished it could be. “Bulletproof, I mean.” He glanced back towards the firefight. “But I’m not walking away. I can’t. People are going to get hurt.”

The reaction from this guy was strange. Like she had slipped a knife between his ribs and nicked him in a place that mattered. Her gaze shifted and her hand dropped away from his shoulder. He spoke about his friend and it was clear that there was something deeper there. Something sadder. And Sofia was trying to violently push it out of her thoughts. She didn’t care. That was what Sofia told herself. This man was a stranger and the last thing she gave a shit about was about a man she had barely met. But there was something nagging at her that demanded she be good. (Whatever that was.) 

“Oh.” Not a great start. Sofia tipped her head back slightly before bringing it down in a small nod. “I didn’t...” Shit. 

Thankfully (was that the right word?), another gunshot rang out and Sofia ducked her head instinctively. Her mind immediately distracted by something that was far more pressing than whatever was going on in this guy’s mind. And since his bulletproof friend wasn’t there with them --- it was up to them to stop these assholes. (Them. Sofia hated the idea of teaming up and dealing with this bullshit --- but something kept her planted here. Something greater than herself was telling her to stay and help.) 

“Fine,” Sofia said, albeit bitterly. She lifted her hands and looked at the glow that was already forming in her palms. Her body always knew when it was time to fight, long before Sofia ever decided. (Flight or fight, Sofia reminded herself, was a strong instinct.) “Tell me you have something other than your bare fists to fight with... I can only do so much.” Sofia had never pushed herself to use her magic in a fight before --- she avoided shit like this violently, so she had no way of knowing how long she could hold up a shield or how much damage she could actually do before her body stopped functioning. 

[sofiastarks]

ofcanaryandqueen‌:

Olivia hadn’t told Sofia about the fight club and preferably she’d never find out about it. When she got injured during one of her fight she usually avoided Sofia until they weren’t visible but this time the asshole she’d fought cheated by using a knife, though she supposed technically you couldn’t cheat in an illegal fight with no rules but it was cowardly and Olivia had still won, now she needed help to patch up the wound though. Kate wasn’t home so her only other option at the moment was Sofia, luckily they lived in the same building. She dragged herself to Sofia’s door, hand pressed against her wound, and knocked on the door, using the wall to support herself.

Sofia had been freaking out for the last few days. Between meeting Riri and the few conversations she had with Tony --- Sofia wasn’t sure where she stood anymore. She had been so sure of who she was, been so confident that the name Stark would have no consequences. And yet here she was, neck-deep in consequences. She hadn’t had a chance to tell Olivia that her fake dad might be her real dad --- and that he already had kids her age hanging around him that he treated like family... and where did that leave her? The knock on the door pulled Sofia out of her thoughts, but opening the door sent her someplace else entirely. “Olivia? What the fuck happened?” 

[sofiastarks]

ofcanaryandqueen‌:

“Normal is boring babe, this is nice though” not that this was normal, it might appear to be but it was far from it. Olivia knew what Sofia was getting at, she’d turned down spending time with her and running some cons a few times due to the fight club or injuries she’d sustained, that along with the money she’d spent on this, she couldn’t blame Sofia for being a little suspicious, hopefully she’d never find out about the fight club. “Well, I’ll be sure to make more time for you from now on” she told her with a small smile as she got up from her chair before getting down on one knee and pulling out the ring from her pocket, she was going to wait until a little later but figured this was as good a moment as any.

“Maybe,” Sofia murmured. “But it’s hard to tell when the exciting parts are happening if it’s all a blur of excitement.” And their lives were always active. With stealing and the rest of the shit they found their way into --- normal was exciting at times. It was like a breath of fresh air, a moment for them to relax --- and even if this was supposed to be the proposal and exciting as well, sitting in a restaurant and relaxing was... nice. Olivia moved from her chair and got down on one knee and Sofia feigned surprise, gasping and covering her mouth with both hands while the others in the restaurant moved to get a better look at what was happening. 

[sofiastarks]

ofcanaryandqueen‌:

“Agree to disagree” Olivia shrugged, Sofia was probably right though but Olivia couldn’t admit that, at least not to her face, she’d be way to smug about it and never let it go. “I don’t really know that many other people” honestly Sofia was the only one she’d bothered to get to know, the only one she’d let get to know her, though there were still some things she hadn’t told Sofia yet. “But if there’s ever someone who might draw my attention from you, you’ll be the first to know” she replied with a slight grin.

"Nope.” Sofia leaned back in her chair and shook her head easily. “Not gonna do that either.” Nothing about Sofia Stark had ever been easy, even small arguments like this, she held on. But then she was reminded that Olivia didn’t have anyone else --- New York (their next stop) was a big city --- maybe Olivia would find more than just Sofia out there. Sofia wasn’t sure, but... it couldn't just be them against the world. And they couldn’t keep running forever. “Well. Keep me posted.”