love humiliates you


The Baudelaire’s refusal to be grateful for their unfortunate events seemed like such a good message for kids - so I made a thing.

I don’t want to say too much about that. I don’t want to lay my cards on the table. I want to preserve that. There were more feelings for Sansa than I’ve let on the in the past. It becomes obvious. It’s an emotional farewell. And it’s a humiliating position to be in. He’s back in the sort of humiliating position that has been a driver for him: The rejection of Catelyn Stark, the humiliation by [Ned Stark’s older brother] Brandon Stark — back when he cut him from navel to collarbone and didn’t kill him [after their duel over Catelyn in their youth]. He’s put back in that position again.

Aidan Gillen

Serious Reminder

• It’s not love if they make you delete all your social media or never let you post.

• It’s not love if they tell you what you can and cannot wear.

• It’s not love if they insult you. (Ex: slut, dumbass, whore, bitch, fatass…)

• It’s not love if they stop you from going out.

• It’s not love if they don’t let you be friends with the opposite sex.

• It’s not love if they make you cry and say it’s your own fault.

• It’s not love if they humiliate you, whether it be in front of others or not.

• It’s not love if they make you feel ignorant and small.

• It’s not love if they constantly accuse you of lying or cheating.

• It’s not love if they don’t let you workout because, “Who else are you trying to look good for?”

• It’s not love they don’t let you wear makeup because, “Who are you trying to attract?”

• It’s not love if they tell you what you can and cannot eat because, “You’ll get too skinny,” or “You’ll get too fat.”

• It’s not love if they ask for money constantly…. and get angry when you don’t give it to them.

• It’s not love if they tell you what you can and cannot say.

• It’s not love if they keep you away from your family or friends.

• It’s not love if they blame you for everything and anything.

•It’s not love if they force you to do anything you don’t want to, because, “If you love me you will.”

• It’s not love if they make big decisions for you.

• It’s not love if they threaten to leave you constantly, because, “What would you do without me? Don’t you love me?”

• It’s not love if they force you to do any sort of sexual act, even after you said no, because, “You wanted it. You love me, don’t you?”

•It’s not love if they shove you, kick you, hold you down, spit on you, scream in your face, slap you, choke you, etc…

Being in love is often like putting on a blindfold. Sometimes you refuse to see the monsters in front of you. You reassure yourself that you love this person, that maybe you’re just - “overreacting”. But you’re not, and this person isn’t who they used to be, not like in the beginning right? They want to control you, to manipulate you, to use you, they do not love you and you shouldn’t love them…

Domestic Abuse happens every minute. In fact, in the United States, every minute 20 people (on average) are being physically abused.

However, abuse within a relationship isn’t always physical. It’s psychological, it’s emotional abuse, it’s verbal abuse, it’s hurting you in ways that physical harm never could.

Be aware of the warning signs and don’t be afraid to reach out to someone. You are never alone, because you are worth it and you deserve REAL love - a love deeper than the ocean…

YOU are not just a victim. YOU are a survivor - a warrior, that has fought their battle or is still struggling today.

And, for that, I wish anyone who has or is going through any time of abuse in their relationship to be STRONG and most importantly, keep moving forward to those brighter days, where the amount of brightness in your day has no end…and your chains have been forever broken.

The Dinner Party

just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!

“You want me to do what?”

Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.

“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.

“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”

Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.

Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”

Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”

“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.

“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”

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Ticking Clocks pt. 3 (Final)

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Chanyeol & Baekhyun scenario/Soulmate AU/Slight angst


Summary: You live in a world where everyone has a soulmate clock that stops ticking the exact moment you meet your soulmate. You are in a happy relationship with Park Chanyeol, and don’t care much about soulmates at all, that is, until you meet his best friend, Byun Baekhyun.

Six months later.

You were leading a fairly uneventful (and single) life. You’d been promoted at work, and so had found yourself a posh apartment on the richer side of town. Things were finally looking up, and you were content.

But that didn’t mean that thoughts of both Baekhyun and Chanyeol didn’t occasionally haunt you.

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daedriclys  asked:

Can I please, your graces, have some V nsfw? Like sign me up I need all that daddy mmmmm. Like cute stuff too, maybe some fluff? Can i get a hell yeah for sinful Sunday? I NEED SOME BLUE CREAM PUFF HUSBANDO TYPE STUFF HELP ME. also, I love you guys.

Mod Saeran here giving love to V :,) 


  • He is usually the submissive when the both of you get down and dirty but in those special occasions when you overuse your dominance and you tease him a tad bit too long… he gets impatient.
  • Best believe you wouldn’t even know what the fuck is going on.
  • One minute you were licking his shaft and making his cock throb
  • The next fucking minute, he had you pin against the wall sucking on your clit while gripping your ass
  • He loves to humiliate you. He has a minor kink because he loves the thrill of being almost caught… semi public…. yes he is an exhibisionist. He told you a fantasy of his and his fantasy is fucking you in a museum wanting to pin you against the wall so he show how beautiful you are with sweat going down your jaw and his cum dripping slowly from the corner of your mouth making its way down to your tits
  • But he doesn’t do it because well he ain’t there yet so he just likes to take things slowly and fuck you near a window so the thrill of being caught is still there


  • he literally takes a picture of you two every single day. Like it could be one of you two cooking, play fighting, or just reading a book or anything.
  • Every anniversary he gives you a photo album and under each caption it had a reason why he loved you that day.
  • Each and every single year you get a new 365 days WHY he falls more and more in love with you
  • He even includes the days you have a fight and he takes a selfie of him with a sad face saying that even tho this is a bump in the road… he is still in love with you
  • It is something small to something extravagant as a surprise camping trip because he wants to be one with you
  • Every night he cries when you are softly snoring on his chest because he is finally happy
  • He is not being mentally or emotionally consumed like he felt with his ex
  • he finally reached his heaven 

A little bit of Thomas Jefferson x reader smut for @howthesausagegetsmade​ for being up in my notifications. Thank you for following me. I hope you enjoy! 

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You had no idea how you got here, but you couldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying it. This was your first time with an audience. You were kneeling in the middle of his parlor, your dress falling loose around your shoulders. There was a blindfold bound tightly over your eyes, the fabric thick enough to hinder your sight, but thin enough for you to see bodies moving in front of the candle light.

You were aware of the bodies moving around you, staring at you. Jefferson had invited his friends over to watch your humiliation. Your breasts were barely covered by the front of your dress; you could feel the warm air from the fireplace waving over your naked chest. A hand danced over your shoulders, its nails biting in, hard enough to trail blood in their wake.

You held back a moan. This was exactly what you wanted.

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Isn’t it funny.I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
—  Janet Fitch, White Oleander

anonymous asked:

1/? FUCKKK IM SO HAPPY YOU REMEMBERED ME!!! To be honest I was stalking your account today looking for humiliation but I couldn't find anything :(( so let me remedy that! -cas and Dean are extremely possessive of each other before and during planned scenes and one day dean is working at the roadhouse and cas comes to visit his boyfriend (gauge his mood for the scene that night) -what cas does NOT expect to find is dean acting sultry and letting his fingers glide a little too long on ~Ann

Ann are you kidding, I love humiliation, you love humiliation, therefore we are humiliation twins. Also I feel like I am an extra filthy pervert, so it’s nice to have other people be extra filthy perverts instead of just mean on my own.

Anyways, here’s wonderwall.

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anonymousbabexo  asked:

Hi 💕 I'm a submissive 40yr old (Bcup) female with a thing for superior cuckcakes with far bigger tits. I fantasize about worshipping, being tortured & degraded by them. I've become a bit pathetic & obsessed since I found you, frequently jilling off to your blog, you, your avatar. I'd love for you to humiliate me. I'm currently unmarried. I have a Daddy Dom. I've kept your blog a secret as you are way hotter than me, obvi. Jealousy aside, the thought of him lusting after you gets me wet so tbd

So a 40 year old b cup woman wants to be humiliated by a girl half her age and more than twice her cup size?