#battle of the bitches

[darkwitch1999]

Hey witch, would it be cool if Sara and Chloe fight to see who’s the better bitch? May the worst bitch win! My money’s on Chloe!

Ooo! I love it! Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the baddest bitch of all? Let's find out!

----------------------------------------------- Chloé Bourgeois vs. Sara Lemieux

Sara: (sneers) The mayor’s brat a better bitch than me? (chuckles mockingly) How cute, @princessbutterflysposts.

Chloé: (smirks triumphantly) Clearly, they recognize who is better at making other people’s social lives miserable.

Sara: Well, I will admit that your tactics are effective…

Chloé: As they should be!

Sara: (smirks deviously)….for an amateur.

Chloé: (gasps in offense) Excuse me?!

Sara: Oh, we both know you heard me loud and clear, but then again, my sources told me that you are not very bright. Your whole bullying approach just screams juvenile. Everything you have done I have already done before I even entered fifth grade, and I did it way better than you. (starts counting off of her fingers) You think that putting cockroaches in someone’s locker is bad? Try snakes instead and see how fast your victim has to go to counseling. Getting someone expelled or suspended from school? Too easy and simple that I have done it dozens of times. A better challenge would be falsely accusing a teacher or faculty member and getting them fired, which I have also done more than once. Also, if you want to ruin somebody’s clothes, there are better, more devious ways of going about it than with paint and gum. Just ask that emo loser (bleep) Marc Anciel. Do you even realize how easy it is to steal another person’s work and pass it off as your own without getting caught? Though I guess that would be more of a rhetorical question since that’s just another item on the list of things you weren’t able to get away with doing unlike me. You can’t even steal some girl’s diary without getting caught in the act. Something that is supposed to be as easy as taking candy from a baby and you still fuck it up. You didn’t even get a chance to do the satisfying part of reading it to the school or posting the content online. Oh, and let’s not forget about the time you heartlessly rejected that quiffed himbo’s love confession and posted his humiliation on social media. (sighs) Love is just so easy to crush, whether they are attracted to you or somebody else. You should consider outing someone to their crush and watch their whole world crash and burn from rejection and shame. Face it, Bourgeois, you’re out of your league. You may think you’re a bad bitch, but compared to me, you’re just some wannabe brat.

Chloé: (seething) H-How….HOW DARE YOU?! You’re less than nothing compared to me! My daddy is the mayor of Paris! I have this school and all of Paris under my thumb! (smirks deviously) And if I wanted, I could make your life a living hell! Who even is your father, anyway? I’ll bet he’s just another faceless, powerless nobody like you! You dare to even insist that you have more power than me?! I actually had real superpowers before! Never seen you with superpowers, I wonder why. If I had to guess, it’s probably because you are not important enough to have them.

Sara: (scoffs with a smirk, seemingly unfazed by Chloé’s rant) Please, all you’re doing is making an even bigger fool of yourself, and quite frankly, it’s cringe. There is a reason why I never had superpowers; it’s because I have never needed them nor do I need my daddy’s money or connections to get what I need. I don’t need to cry to my father whenever I want something or something is not going the way I want it to be. Who needs power when I can easily manipulate anyone through talent and skill alone? But then again, I guess it makes sense why you need your spineless, cowardly, bootlicking politician father to control the people around you considering how talentless you truly are. My father may not be the mayor of Paris, but I do believe a decorated officer in the French military is far more respectable to the people than a corrupt politician, whose power may have helped you for so long but is fleeting. You may have intimidated people for years with your father’s status and weak bullying tactics, but your hold on them is slipping. Many of the students in your class aren’t even that intimidated by you anymore and some of them are even starting to fight back against you. Even your Agreste blonde boy toy is pulling away from you. The only one who you still have under your complete control is that pathetic little minion of yours Stella or whatever her name is, and it is only a matter of time before you lose control of her, too. Meanwhile, I not only have more minions than you, but I have my entire school wrapped around my finger, kissing my feet, or crushed underneath my heels, all on my own accord. Now that I think about it, you’re even worse than a wannabe brat. You’re a washed-up has been.

(Chloé continues to seethe with anger, growling lowly as she glares daggers at Sara. Suddenly, Chloé gets a message notification on her phone. She opens her phone and skims through the message. A satisfied smirk begins to grow on her face causing Sara to raise an eyebrow in confusion.)

Chloé: (smirks) You’re fake.

Sara: (eyebrow raised, scoffs) Excuse me?

Chloé: Your hair is fake. Everyone knows you aren’t a real blonde. Unlike moi!

Sara: (irritated and still confused) Wh-What…What does my hair have to-….

Chloé: Your minions’ loyalty is fake, too. Oh sure, they may tolerate your treatment, but I bet my entire trust fund that every chance they get they tear you to shreds behind your back. They don’t really respect you, they are just intimidated by you, and if an opportunity were to arise when they could kick you to the curb, they would do it in a heartbeat. Sure, I may just be using Sabrina to do my bidding, but at least I know she would never betray me and that her loyalty to me is limitless. Can’t say the same for the rest of your followers, now can’t you?

Sara: (seethes) Why you-…!

Chloé: How many people have become akumatized because of you?

Sara: Why should I care whether or not some losers get akumatized? Chloé: You didn’t answer my question. I’m pretty sure that at least half of the city has gotten akumatized because of me, maybe even more by now. How many akumatizations did you cause?

Sara: (eyes shift nervously) W-Well…none…but that’s hardly my fault! Blame DarkBitch for not writing my stories because she’s so damn slow! I haven’t even gotten a chance to be akumatized yet!

Chloé: So Shadow Moth has never even called upon you for help, meaning that you also never willingly accepted his power to help him take Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses?

Sara: What?! No! What sort of psycho freak would even consider working for a terrorist willingly?

Chloé: You don’t have a father.

Sara: (eyes widen in shock) ….

Chloé: (smiles deviously) At least not anymore. He abandoned you, Lemieux.

Sara: (clenches her fists angrily) That’s not true…you….!

Chloé: Oh sure, the part about him being a decorated military officer is true and he has been away on duty for quite a long time. Ten years now, was it? Sara: (shocked) H-How did you-…?

Chloé: You’re not the only one with sources. And sure, I’m not one to talk since my mother did leave me and my father for years for New York, but at least she came back. Sure, she’s a pain in the neck sometimes and she barely remembers my name, but at least she acknowledges my existence. Meanwhile, when was the last time you heard from your father? Does he ever call you or write? Sends you birthday cards? Visits you during the holidays? I guess not, and do you know why, Lemieux? (gets closer to Sara’s face) It’s because he doesn’t love you and wishes that you were never born.

(Sara is left speechless as Chloé continues to stare her down with a triumphant smirk on her face.)

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Well, there you have it. Who do y'all think won the battle of the bitches? Who's the worst? Let me know what you think.

[gimmethemprimals]

Alatus: Having literally served the Spire for centuries both as Captain of the Guard and as apart of the Executive Cabinet, Alatus is definitely a name known throughout Lightning. He is incredibly self assured, and while typically nice, he is by no means a kind person. He is willing to do anything to get his way, and will easily shake any blood off his hands if it means his life is easier. He fraternizes with his employees often, and has thus gained a very positive reputation… despite everything else.

Kairan: Kairan is opulent, fair, and kind. That’s what she wants everyone to think at least. Incredibly focused on her image, she will do anything to ensure that both her and her coworkers have good reputations. She manipulates and coerces anyone she sees fit, and despite her bubbly persona, she is not against getting rid of those she deems a problem.

(Noticing some similarities between these two..)

[cupofangst]

One enjoyment I get out of shipping Dar and Eric and coming up with cute headcanons for them is thinking about Rachel and Dar constantly bickering and trying to one up each other.

Just the other day I imagined Rachel getting Dar a ‘Cunt’ coffee mug for his birthday. The handle is the ‘C’, and the word ‘unt’ is written on the mug lmao. Jacksepticeye has this exact mug, so that’s where the idea came from lol

As he opens it, Rachel just smiles and says, “I saw that and immediately thought of you.”

Eric is just shaking his head and glaring at Rachel, while she just keeps grinning and waits for him to lose his mind and bless her out. But Dar just smiles and thanks her for it and doesn’t say another word about it. He then proceeds to use the mug every time she’s visiting. Even if it’s just to fix himself a drink of water, he makes sure to use the ‘Cunt’ mug because he knows it annoys the fuck out of her. She had expected him to shatter it in a million pieces, not throw it back in her face by making it his ‘Rachel’s coming to visit, time to be a bitch’ mug.

[c-herondale]

Obsessed with how Annabeth isn't spacial, she isn't a chosen one, she has no demigod magic powers, she is for all intents and purposes, a fairly normal girl.

But she poured her blood, sweat and tears into becoming the best warrior she could be. She trained hard for years because she knew she had disadvantages and she didn't want to be seen as weak.

She's literally known in Camp and by monsters like Alecto as the most powerful demigod alive and she doesn't have powers. It's almost as of girls don't need to be magical to be a hero!

[dandylion-s]

something i can appreciate about the witcher is that the world of it is authentically grimy. Geralt is always streaked with viscera. Jaskier's hair is always greasy. Villages are always muddy. Even the elves are fucking filthy. Everyone except Yennefer who is serving medieval fantasy cunt 24x7

[old-desert]

doodle-badoodle

[realpokemon]

why are you galarian.

WHO the HELL is calling me GALARIAN

[beautifulsweetschaos]

Sunfyre curling in towards Aegon in an attempt to save him 😭 now that’s true love.

Sunfyre is probably the only being that’s ever loved Aegon 🔫😭

[apollosbisexualass]

Kelli: Take Percy Jackson to the arena, I’m sure he’d love to meet his brother

Percy: Tyson?

Kelli:

Kelli: Need I remind you that your father is a whore

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Sister of Battle by Garry Wharton

[i-am-mldy]

I just adore how the show emphasized that Meleys and Rhaenys had a chance to turn back with their lives, but instead they looked into each other's eyes and knew exactly what they had to do — turn back and face the old bitch head on to do some real fucking damage, fully knowing they might never get the chance to escape again

[offside-the-lines]

MattDrai as Tumblr Posts

[leavingautumn13]

emmetposting

[somecunttookmyurl]

so i get this pizza from the local place that's mushroom and truffle oil. last week i ordered it with extra mushroom and when rhys went to pick it up the guy was like "was that a mistake? that would be a lot of mushroom"

rhys assured him it wasn't a mistake, i just REALLY like mushroom, so he put the extra on and finished it up

this week i ordered it again, rhys went to pick it up and pizza guy is like "i assumed since she ordered it again it wasn't too much mushroom so i actually put a little EXTRA on this time"

i can still see bits of the base, good sir, but a valiant effort

tempted to order double extra mushroom next time to really fuck with him

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: 😳. Iiiii ... Ok. So I'm never this creative to think of such things like ... oh, idk. Kafka likes to roleplay with his girl - kinda fucked up things. Like, being a little rough in bed. Both ways - roughing and being roughed up. Idk. I just totally see him being the best fucking husbando/boyfriendo ever. Sorry Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, oh god, and Baji. ANYWAY. Yeah. This Kafka stuff just keeps oozing from my fingers and I'm in no hurry to stop. I hope you guys enjoy this!

C/W ::: Roleplay (on the rougher side - not violent, per se - but not like petting a kitten either ... no pun intended), unprotected P->V, hands-on stuff, a little tossing of the other person around but like I said, I don't think it's like, too too rough. You've read this far, heed the warning if you think this won't be for you =). That's why we put them here!

WC ::: Under 1,200 (I'm coming back around, you guys!!)

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE, THANK YOU.

You bite your bottom lip as Kafka growls against your skin. His words and his tone are harsh, but his touch … it’s painfully soft. The slight pressure of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue against the sensitive skin of your neck. It makes your stomach flutter, and your eyes roll back.

He breathes heavily against you as he moves his mouth lower, to your shoulder, then down, across your collarbone and back up again.

"You're sending me really, really mixed signals here, Kafka. You're mouth is literally saying one thing while your body does another."

"You don't say," he says.

"I do say."

He huffs and lifts his head to look you in the eyes, his own dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want me to say?" he says, his voice low, rough. "That I like you?

"I mean, yeah. That would be nice. But maybe a little consistency first?"

"I like you," he says, "But I also hate you. So I don't know. What should I do?"

You try to shimmy away from him but his grip just tightens and there's no way you can get out of his arms.

He leans in, his breath tickling your ear and you shiver. "Do you want me to let you go?" he whispers.

"What I want is ..." You sigh, "What I want," you say slowly, "Is for you to get over yourself." You take a deep breath. "I know that you want me, at the very least. Why are you being so gentle and rough with me at the same time?"

He huffs. "It's complicated," he says. "I like you. I do. And .... But ..."

"But what?" You ask.

"But nothing. It's not important."

He looks down again at your body pressed into the mattress. His hands sliding down your shoulders to your elbows.

You try to wiggle your wrist free from his large hand. You want to grab him by the chin and make him look you in the eye, but he still has an unreasonably tight grip on you.

He glances at you through his lashes, his mouth curled into a devious smirk. "You want something, little one?"

You shout, "That's it! That's it! I've had enough of your patronizing. You're gonna get it now, Kafka."

You can feel your temperature rise and your willpower falter. Mustering every tiny little ounce of strength you have in your much smaller body you flip him over so he's on his back. Though you have a feeling that he went willingly. You don't care though. You're just happy that the tables have turned - in your favor, too.

For now, anyway.

You squat over him on the bed and straddle his torso, placing your knees on either side of his ears, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest.

He laughs at you and asks why you're not putting your full weight down on him. "You think you're gonna hurt me, you little fly."

You see him smile at you, a sharp-toothed grin. "Come on," he says, "You're not going to hurt me. I want you to give it your best shot, though. G'head."

You lean forward, putting your full weight on him and he laughs. "Oh-hoh, now you've done it," he says. "You should not have done that."

The laughter stops and his eyes narrow as you press your hand to his cheek, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He leans forward, trying to bite at your fingers and you pull your hand away, making him growl again. This time in frustration, you’re sure of it. 

You place your hand on his throat, pushing him back down onto the bed.

"Enough," you say, your voice low, barely more than a whisper. "It's time to stop playing around."

His eyes widen as you lean in, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes, his mouth opening under yours.

His tongue brushes against your lips, and you open for him, your own tongue meeting his.

You can taste the sweetness of his mouth, and the taste makes you hungry for more. You press closer, your teeth clicking together as you try to deepen the kiss.

Kafka wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you continue to kiss. You feel his cock harden against your thigh and you moan.

You press your hips down, rubbing against him, his cock sliding against your pussy through the thin black lace of your underwear.

You break the kiss, panting, your body is on fire.

Kafka groans as you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy harder yet against his cock.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen from your kiss.

You reach between you, grabbing his cock, squeezing it tightly as you stroke it, your hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"Do you want me?" you ask, leaning in, your lips brushing against his.

"Yes," he says, his voice rough, his breathing ragged. "Fuck yes."

"Then," you say, kissing him deeply. "take me, Kafka."

An animalistic sound escapes his throat as he flips you over onto your back, his body pressing you down into the bed.

You moan as he pushes his cock inside you, stretching you open. He fills you completely, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and steady as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you rock your hips, meeting his offerings.

You look up at him, face flushed.

He looks down at you, his expressions are intense, but he never shifts his focus. His movements become harder, faster. Almost desperate in his attempt to navigate this fare.

You gasp as you feel him hit just the right spot, making your vision blur. You dig your nails into his back, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you like a surprise wave. Despite knowing full well what the outcome of this would be, the result never ceases to amaze you.

He never ceases to amaze you.

Kafka groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. As he fucks you through your orgasm, he approaches his own.

He slams his cock into you one last time, his body going rigid as he begins to cum, his cock pulsing heavily as he fills you with all he's got.

You cling to him, your bodies pressed together, your heart racing as you both come down from the almost violent release of energy.

Kafka rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

"You are amazing," he whispers. "Absolutely … fucking ... amazing."

You smile and kiss him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek. "I almost believed you for a minute there, Kaf. Your growly voice is super sexy, but my god. I thought you were a little pissed for a second. Let's do this again. Soon, mm?"

You lift his chin to take stock of his face and you know you'll never tire of seeing his kind eyes looking back at you. "Hey, I love you, you know."

You can't see it, but you're pretty sure he's blushing. The heat radiating from his face against your shoulder washed up like a sunrise; It was slow, but you felt every little prickle of warmth overtake everything it touched.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I love you too," he whispers. "You know I do. You know I'll never stop, yeah?"

You smile and close your eyes, letting the near total darkness of the room wrap you both up in a blanket of promises.

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[carsonjonesfiance]

I think Biden stopped taking the online anti-voting Left seriously (if he was ever aware of them) when the people that spent 4 years saying Obama’s drone usage made him worse than Trump in order to make their Both Sides arguments made nary a peep when Biden stopped nearly all US drone operations.