#I'm an independent woman

[laststandx3]

The truth is that I'm free and indipendent and I can do whatever I want. I can go any place I want and then I can leave whenever I want. I go places because I want to. Not because some person I might have a crush on OR NOT invited me

[iamaslytherin0]

Being spoiled by him <3

THEODORE NOTT HAS A LOT OF MONEY. and even though that's a relief that indulges his own impulsive spendings to pamper himself, it still doesn't feel like he properly makes use of it.

the large bookshelf on his bedroom, at the nott mansion, might suggest otherwise.

( what? theodore enjoys special editions; no, it's not silly to want a first edition of one of his older favorites, or a hard cover version with a better illustration, really. much less having paid more for a book on his native language, given that he's in london, a bit too far away from the city he was born, millan. )

but then, ah— there it is! the reason why his family's ridiculous wealth makes sense, now!

because what theodore nott lacks in a few matters, such as communication or spending a lot of time with you, when he needs his time alone, he'll compensate like this.

one might perceive this as a heartless, uncaring way to press bandaids over emotional wounds; believe me, it couldn't be farther than this.

theodore just likes to see you smile, and given that his black card is a means to such an end, well, why not?

things are just things; but things do bring happiness, so yes, you can buy happy feelings!

theodore would love to know if you collect something— mugs? he's bringing a new one for you, now paying extra special attention to crockery themed stores. snowglobes? there's this one he found, with a charm to it! if there's a comic series you like, theodore would discreetly surprise you every week with a new volume.

only for you to go and break his heart, standing in front of his door with his gifts in arms, extending them for theodore to take it back.

cluelessly, and looking a bit like a kicked puppy, theodore frowns. are you angry at him? isn't this the type of thing you like? should you reassure him that your only issue is the excessive money spent on you, theodore feels like a weight left his shoulders.

huff; so, he does know how to please his girlfriend and what she likes!

... but why are you rejecting him? 'hey, bella, don't offend me— this isn't going to empty nott's vault any time soon.'

should his puppy eyes work, well then, you're doomed.

because theodore will use this same excuse over and over again, when he brings another thing that reminds him of you. what? you mentioned that you like coats like these! it's a color you like to wear, and you'll need warm clothes like that in a matter of weeks!

do you not like his gifts? theodore will give you a look that, if you didn't know better about his cynical shenanigans, you'd believe that his heart was being shattered to pieces.

that's the reason why dates at hogsmeade are so dangerous. i'm being serious— you might as well keep your eyes on the road, stare at the snow beneath your feet, because if you spend more than four seconds staring at something inside a shop...

there isn't time to process anything else; theodore's mind works fast. you saw it, you seem to like it, he's buying it. in a blink of an eye, theodore already has his card between his index and middle finger, nonchalantly making his way inside.

'can't a man spoil his girl? goddamn it, dolcezza.'

clothes are almost worse. if he sees something that you're staring at, and likes it, theodore is putting so much (discreet. not so discreet,) effort into convincing you to let him buy it for you.

'you'd look good in it. see, it's a color you like, it would look really good, given your skin tone.' and then, he takes a different approach: 'trying it on doesn't hurt, right?'

a cruel plan, you see, because then you fall in love with this dress, as much as theodore fell in love with the idea of you wearing such pretty clothes.

his arms embrace your waist, like a snake slowly trapping its victim; the fabric feels right under his skin, the dress looking as if it was sketched for you, fitting better than a glove.

theodore rests his chin on your shoulder, holding back a smirk as he sees you mourning the idea of leaving the dress here— it's just so pretty! and theodore's compliments don't help!

🗯️ : but teddy, it's really cold these days. i wouldn't be able to wear it, anyways.

t : and that's why we learned simple warming charms during third year.

🗯️ : sure, but— i don't have where to use it, so it's not worth it if it's just going to look pretty in my dresser.

t : no worries, bambina. i'll think about a perfect date for you to wear this, looking so pretty for me. bellissima, la mia bella ragazza.

NO USE IN ARGUING WITH HIM; theodore nott always wins these rounds. the battle is won, and the war is benefitting his side.

even if you do not let him spoil you with such impulsive thoughts and freedom, theodore would never, for the life of him, let you pay for a single coffee or meal while you're with him.

lunches at hogsmeade are a favorite of his. obviously, he's paying. this slytherin doesn't joke about the topic; will give you the biggest side eye if you take out your wallet.

who do you think he is? his mother raised a man that knows how to treat a girl right, and a good boyfriend! no way in hell is any soul at hogsmeade, scotland, europe— hell, galaxy!— considering that he's not taking care of his amata ragazza properly.

ALL IN ALL, THEODORE FINDS IT SWEET how much you worry over it, and insist that he could spend this same money on things that he likes.

but that's what you fail to understand— what theodore likes, more than a new book with a promising synopsis, or an exquisite astrolobe— is seeing you smile for something that he got you.

﹙★﹚ won't give you gifts to earn his forgiveness earlier, though. he wants his presents to feel like he genuinely thought you'd like it, not as a bargain or bribery.

anyways, i love this man. 🌷

[marzipanandminutiae]

as a woman who grew up with an emotionally abusive mother constantly telling me I needed to wear more makeup/more revealing clothing/date (boys) more/go out to "normal" parties more, I despise "she should be at the club"

god forbid some people- especially young women, who already have to deal with a thousand different behavioral standards from a thousand different directions -not have the same dreams and desires for their lives as you do for yours

fucking hell. the correct response to "women should stay at home and have kids and be submissive wives" prescriptivism was not MORE PRESCRIPTIVISM

(I also just saw a poll asking if people partied as teenagers, and OP responded that the answers were "killing them" because No was winning. like? why is everyone so personally invested in other people having a very specific kind of fun?)

[stardustinthesky]

Everybody's looking for you.

[livefastnbebeautiful]

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 5

Prompts: Dom/Sub, Lingerie

Pairing: Secondo/Reader

Tags: dom/sub relationship, lingerie, alcohol

Notes: I have been SO excited for this. i had a ton of fun writing it. can you tell i'm a people pleaser? also soft, loving dom secondo? sign me up!

“Good evening, Papa. Welcome home.” Instantly, the sour, tired expression on Secondo’s face melts away. Stepping through the heavy oak door to his chambers, he smiles gently as you rise from your seat on the bed to greet him.

“Good evening, pet.” His powerful, mismatched eyes rake over your form as you approach. He’d given you the freedom to choose your attire for this evening’s session, and based on the way his tongue quickly darts across his upper lip, you can tell he’s quite happy with himself. Black lace on emerald green silk, this set is his favorite, hugging your curves in all the right ways. Your hair is in a half-pony, tied back with a black ribbon exactly how he likes it. He regards you as if you’re a work of art, and pride blooms in your chest knowing you’ve made the right choice. Wordlessly, you step behind him, gently grasping the lapels of his finely-tailored suit jacket and helping him shrug out of it. He watches as you take the garment over to the armoire and hang it up. You would just hate for such an expensive piece of clothing to get wrinkles.

Secondo doesn’t like to talk about work in the bedroom, so you don’t ask him about his day. Based on how he looked only moments ago, you probably don’t want to know anyway. Instead, you stroll over to the armchair in the corner of the room and kneel on the small pillow on the floor next to it, hands resting on your stocking-clad thighs. You look to him then, not expectantly — that would be far too presumptuous and you know he can’t stand that — but merely as if to say here I am! Please look at how good I’m being! With a low chuckle, Secondo paces over to you, undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt as he approaches. He takes a seat, relaxing into the plush chair with a pleasured groan, finally able to rest his weary, old bones. The hand closest to you cups your cheek, and it takes everything you have to not lean into his touch. As his pet, above all you must have self-control.

“Did I keep you waiting long?” He asks, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. You shake your head.

“No, Papa.” It’s technically not a lie. You’ve been ready for him for a least half an hour, but that’s your own doing. Punctuality is very important, especially when it comes to your time with the Second. It’s one of the reasons why, out of all the submissives he’s had, you’re his favorite. He likes the finer things in life, well-trained pets being paramount. You like to be early. You like to obey. It’s not hard to please him.

“Good.” Secondo hums appreciatively, eyeing the glass of scotch (on the rocks, of course) waiting for him on a small side table. He has such large, strong hands, but he handles the fine crystal so gently, taking a slow sip. His eyes shut for a moment as he savors the taste. When he looks back down at you the gears in his head are clearly turning, a bemused twinkle in his gaze. Gently, he puts the glass to your lips, and although you absolutely despise scotch you let him tip it back, pouring a small measure of the amber liquid into your mouth. It’s impossible to keep a straight face when you swallow, cringing as the harsh liquor burns your throat. This is likely some sort of test and for a moment, you worry he’ll be cross with you for losing your composure, but he just laughs softly, using his thumb to wipe away a stray droplet at the corner of your mouth.

“You would drink poison if I told you to, amorina.”

You giggle, feeling your cheeks flush. A warm feeling spreads in your stomach, though you doubt it’s the alcohol. “I would do anything you told me to, sir.” At this he laughs again, the hand on your cheek moving to pet the top of your head.

“Silly little thing.” He sighs wistfully. “You would like a treat, yes?” From day one he’s been able to read you like a book. You bite your lip, knowing you’ve been seen, and dare to nod. “Come sit in my lap, then.” He pats his thigh and relieved, you rise from your seat, mouth watering as you spy his steadily growing erection. You straddle him on the chair, your own pounding arousal so close, and yet so far away, from your true prize. Secondo takes a moment to admire how you look in his colors before pulling you in for a claiming, yet tender kiss. When he pulls away, your head is spinning.

“Thank you, Papa,” you say, breathless already. He shakes his head.

“No, darling. Thank you.”

[hephaestuscrew]

Clara's father being an Earl means that her family outranks Baron DeVries' family in terms of the hierarchy of the nobility. DeVries - a mere Baron, the lowest rank of British nobility - is constantly making references to his family's heritage and history and the responsibilities that come with it. Meanwhile, Clara - the daughter of an Earl (which is two ranks above a Baron) - actively avoids mentioning her aristocratic heritage and is making every effort she can to construct an identity and a life that is separate from that heritage. DeVries' adventuring is a continuation of his family's legacy; Clara's is a rejection of her's.

[arctixout]

prefer to get drunk?

[brw]

Incredibly niche post but Bayonetta and Æon Flux are in the same genus of woman and I think they'd get on great.

[grimark]

i realise that the 2010s were a very different time, and a lot of fanfiction at that point was being written by heterosexual women who wanted to fuck richard armitage and i guess lacked the ability to project themselves onto any fictional character who wasn't also a heterosexual woman that wanted to fuck richard armitage. but. what the fuck was up with the insane amount of heterosexual genderbent bagginshield fanfic.

[cranberrymoons]

.

[moonstruckme]

You ever just yearn for someone you haven’t met yet?

Yes babe ! Do you ever have those dreams about being deeply in love and you wake up feeling empty and longing for something you're not sure is attainable?

[wintaebear]

so here's how the dee x yak x taem agenda can still win

[bijoumikhawal]

me: why does my brain feel unglued

My underwear when I take my bathroom break: 🟥🟥🟥

[gu6chan]

thinking about what rubs me so wrong about the writing of furiae really felt like "woman who really only has control over her own mind and fantasies, hardly unable to do anything than what's expected as her both as a goddess and a woman" and how the way the staff viewed the writing of furiae as "woman who can't do anything"

I feel like Tadashi really summed it up good in this passage here

[vonter-voman]

@reallyndacarter and Nic Cage go way back