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Top 10 Best Female Villains in Cinema

  • 1) Catherine Tramell (Basic Instinct)
  • 2) Alex Forrest (Fatal Attraction)
  • 3) Annie Wilkes (Misery)
  • 4) Eve Harrington (All About Eve)
  • 5) Phyllis Dietrichson (Double Indemnity)
  • 6) Evil Queen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)
  • 7) Catwoman (Batman Returns)
  • 8) Baby Jane Hudson (Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?)
  • 9) Joan Crawford (Mommie Dearest)
  • 10) Mrs. Danvers (Rebecca)
Vanessa Nadal and Lin Miranda

In the courtyard, where the students hung out on hierarchical red brick steps, Mr. Miranda always sat in the coolest spot. “Lin was in the center, at the top, with his boombox and his cool friends,” said Laura Weidman, a fellow Hunter student. She added: “He’s a dreamer, a ball of energy. Everything is fun and a joke.”

Still, throughout his senior year Mr. Miranda could never manage to talk to Vanessa Adriana Nadal, a Latino sophomore he admired. “She was gorgeous and I’m famously bad at talking to women I find attractive,” said Mr. Miranda, now 30. “I have a total lack of game.”

Ms. Nadal, who lived in Washington Heights, was mathematical, opinionated, a great dancer and independent. She did not sit in any particular spot on the red brick steps. “She was never looking to be popular,” Ms. Weidman said. “She danced her way through the hallways and studied like crazy for exams.” Ms. Nadal went to M.I.T., Mr. Miranda to Wesleyan University.

On Facebook, he learned that Ms. Nadal was working as a scientist at Johnson & Johnson in Skillman, N.J., developing anti-aging products. But more important, she listed hip-hop and salsa as interests. So he sent her an instant message inviting her to his next Freestyle Love Supreme show.

To his surprise, she showed up, and even joined him and several friends afterward for drinks. “It was a huge group so he didn’t talk to me the whole night,” said Ms. Nadal, now 28. “I didn’t think he was interested in me.”

But, he added, “if she’d just paid attention, she would have known from my darting, furtive glances.”

“I was so shy I asked a friend of mine to get her phone number,” he said.

Weeks later, he called and invited her to another show. “When he came onstage, I thought, I really like this guy,” Ms. Nadal recalled. “He was up there free-styling and weaving rhymes together. It’s pretty impressive. He’s really, really smart.”

Again, she went out afterward with Mr. Miranda and a big crowd of his friends, all rappers, artists and break dancers. She wasn’t intimidated or lost in the group, which impressed him. “She knows she’s dope,” he said. “She’s beautiful but not vain. She’s smart but not arrogant. It’s like, all killer, no filler.”

Two months later, at a big crowded party, he didn’t exactly say, “I love you” but almost. “At some point, we met up for a kiss and he said, ‘You love me,’ ” she recalled. “I was like: ‘How presumptuous!’ I was a little angry but I couldn’t deny it.”

Ms. Nadal added: “He gets me in a way that no one else does. I’m a scientist at heart. I try very hard not to let my emotions cloud my judgments and he’ll see through that and see what I’m really feeling.”

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for the record, mr. krabs has been attracted to:

  • at some point, a whale (since his biological daughter is a whale)
  • mrs. puff (krusty love, whirlybrains)
  • a penny (krab borg, various other episodes)
  • plankton, as himself (new leaf, married to money)
  • plankton, as a seemingly sentient and female wad of cash (married to money)
  • patrick as patricia (that’s no lady)
  • spongebob as Obsessive Snail Lady (sanctuary)
  • the pirate captain (pull up a barrel)
  • don grouper (goodbye krabby patty)
  • howard blandy (selling out)
  • possibly slicker sam at some point (issue 16 of the sb comics)
  • well he wasn’t really attracted to the mailman but krabs definitely seduced him into eating a krabby patty (good krabby name)
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↠ ceo!namseok x reader; 5.8k; using their ties as a leash; lots of dirty talk and hickies and all that
warning: smut (daddy kink, sir kink, kitten kink, blindfolds, leashes, threesome, slight breath play?, it’s all just nasty read with caution)

“How about we try this, kitten. I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember anyone else who’s been with you before, and you can give your daddy a blowjob better than anyone else has, hm?”

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Sharpie Promises

Originally posted by escaped-ocelot

Raphael x Reader

Sharpie Promises

Note: I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the 2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.

Raphael wasn’t human. He had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.

It wasn’t until he was working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine it.

Hi.

Messy black letters written in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it, afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was writing on his arm with an invisible marker.

So, it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but um, hi.

A long pause. Raph stared in amazement, too shocked to say anything.

You’re probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.

He had never run so fast in his life.

“Woah, woah, watch it!” Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the empty space on his arm.

Wait.

***

Your heart raced as a response finally appeared.

Wait.

Big, messy letters that you could tell had been written in a rush.

I’m here. Who are you? What’s happening?

You stared at the letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away, probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.

I’m (Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does, but I’ve always been too shy to try.

***

Soulmate.

Raph’s heart skipped a beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He actually had…Oh my God.

“Raph, are you crying?” Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a little misty.

“N-no. I just got dirt in my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.

“Whatcha doin’?” the youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”

“I guess so.” Raph shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.

“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was scientifically possible for you…for us to have…”

“Are you serious?” Leo came over to look.

“What do I look like? A freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.

Soulmate, huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.

***

What are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK

Something like that.

So where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?

New York, New York.

Seattle, Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?

Something like that…

***

You wrote to Raphael until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name was Raphael. He was from New York.

But at least he existed. It could be a lot worse.

It wasn’t until about noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your arm off to give you more room to write.

Good morning.

You wake up at noon?

Only when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.

Fair enough.

So how’s your day been?

Overwhelming.

Fair enough.

***

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.

“Go away!”

“Dude, we just wanna watch.” Mikey whined.

“Go! Away!”

“All right, sheesh,” Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.

So…

He wrote.

What’cha wanna talk about?

I don’t know.

What’s it like in Seattle?

Rainy. What’s it like in New York?

Noisy. He replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Same.

Nice. How tall are you?

Like 6’5”-ish.

Holy shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.

Kiss you. He was going to kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach, but he tried to play it off.

You a shorty?

Compared to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)

He smiled.

Got any hobbies? You asked.

Ninjitsu, bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…

Uh, I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.

Mr. Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.

So what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?

Oh you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.

Sounds fun.

It is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve just applied to) there?

***

After a long day of talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.

After replying, he knew it was time to go to sleep.

I’m wiped. I gotta sleep.

Oh, okay. Goodnight Raph.

Night, (nickname).

I love you.

His heart skipped a beat.

I love you too.

I can’t wait to meet you.

Already countin’ down the days, babe.

Me too.

***

Weeks later, you got an idea.

So, theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?

I don’t have a Skype.

I want to hear your voice.

I can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?

Why?

Because I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or be afraid of me.

I want to see you for the first time in person.

All right then. Here’s my number.

You waited in bated breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.

“Hey there.” You could hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of his laugh.

“Hey yourself,”

“Oh my God, I love your voice.” You gushed.

“I love yours too, shorty.”

“Aaaaah! Your accent is so hot!”

“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.

“Ooh, are you talking to (Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”

“No, you can’t. Shoo.”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“My little brother.” Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey, go away!”

“But-!”

“Go away!”

“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”

“Mikey, leave Raph alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”

“I was gushing over your very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”

“Ah. Right.” He tried not to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

***

“Did you get it yet?” Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.

But nonetheless, he had sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he supposed.

“It came in today! I haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“All right.” Raph listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through the tissue paper.

“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing! I love it! You really made this?”

“I did.” He smirked. You held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately, tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the intricate little grooves.

“I’m never taking it off, I hope you know that.”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

A nervous little laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”

“It couldn’t come soon enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months until I get to see you.”

“Well, you rest up, shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“I love ya too. Night.”

When he hung up, he stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?

***

You were full of jitters when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern world.

“I’m here! I just landed! When do you want to meet up?”

“Um, how about you get settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Your heart raced. “Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Stay safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”

“See you.” When you hung up, Raph started to pace through the lair.

“I’m going to see her tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna hate me.”

“Statistically, after ten months of-”

“No more science bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her again!”

“It’ll be fine, Raph. You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you. We’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was not going to be pretty. He knew it.

***

After you had unpacked and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled. Well, that might make things a little easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.

“Who’s that?” April asked after you hung up.

“My soulmate. He’s the reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”

“More than fine with me.” She smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Raphael.” You told her. Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.

So this was the (Y/N) he had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.

“Nice name.”

“I know, right?” Your phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

“Hey babe, come outside.” You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.

“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Just…p-promise you won’t scream.”

“Why would I-?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” You stated certainly.

“I, uh, I ain’t exactly…normal.”

“I love you, Raph.”

“You won’t when you see me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.

“Raphael,” You reached out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”

He let out a long sigh, considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.

Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green face under the tattered red bandana.

“All ‘uh this don’t bug you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that I’m a freak?”

“You’re not a freak, Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall in the best possible way. “Not to me.”

“Are ya just sayin’ that because I’m your soulmate?”

“I mean it.” You locked eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”

There wasn’t hatred or fear in your voice, only awe.

“I’m a mutant. A turtle. Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”

“I love turtles,” You whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just about…

You closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond, but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.

When you finally pulled away from him, you looked at him for a long time.

“Hey do you wanna come up for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.

“Yeah, sure April. Are the guys coming?”

“Just got off the phone with Leo. They’re on their way.”

“Wait, you two know eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and taking you with him. God, he was so tall.

“We go way back.” April smiled. “I named him.”

“What?”

“Long story. Come on, shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you met my brothers, huh?”

***

After you had met his brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.

“I love you, Raphael.” You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.

“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so right.

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Undercover Kakashi - A Kakashi Headcanon

Headcanon that Kakashi was actually one of the best honeytrap ninjas of his generation. Hear me out as I lay out his 100% foolproof game-plan. Also pardon the terrible sketches, I was so curious about this premise that I had to draw it out but it was also very late so I didn’t try very hard.

We all know that Mr. Hatake is absurdly attractive. That’s why he wears a mask, to prevent fatalities caused by spontaneous nosebleeds. (citation needed)

When Kakashi needed to dig for information, he would use this to his advantage. A disguise wasn’t hard since very few know his face - he’d just wear his hair differently, cover his Sharingan with an eye-patch, and dress just a little too well for your average traveler, to make sure he attracted the right amount of attention.

Once he made it into town, he’d locate his mark - usually the wife or daughter of the daimyo, but really whoever you want to insert here, go crazy, heck let’s make his mark you, pretend you’re some sort of important person with state secrets okay - and ‘accidentally’ bump into you and spill something on your clothes, but really cool and attractive-like. He apologizes. Sparks fly. He offers to buy you dinner and a drink to make up for it, and duh ofc you’re saying yes.

During the entire meal, you somehow end up talking about yourself the entire time, no matter how many questions you ask him. And you find yourself drinking a little more than you’re used to. He just sits there (ninja-ing his alcohol away), and sometimes smiles a small smile that makes your heart flutter. The only thing you find out about him is a tragic(ally fake) story about how he lost his family and friends and left eye, and wound up a traveler doing odd jobs to get by. 

At this point you probably offer him shelter for the night, if not invite him point blank into your bedroom. In any case, as you exit the place you’ll find that hooligans will invariably appear out of nowhere and attack you (gasp! where did they come from???), and he gets mildly but attractively injured saving the day. So then of course you have to offer to bandage him up. Point is, eventually he gets into your house with his shirt off, and you’re really not thinking straight anymore.

At this point, you’re trying you’re hardest to be coherent and ask him what you can possibly do to thank him for saving your life back there, and now he begins to ask for favors. “I just need to sleep, can I be alone for a bit?” And sneaks around your house stealing incriminating documents. “Your mansion is so elaborate…Can I have a tour? Oh, are there any secret passage ways? That’d be so cool if there was, like a real shinobi castle.” He mentally catalogues everything and sends it back so the ANBU can plan an attack. ”Hey, that gala that you said your diplomat uncle will be at, do you think I can go? I’ve always wanted to attend a gala.” And assassinates your uncle.  

And that is his 100% foolproof honeypot strategy.

He’s never slept with anyone while on a mission, because that is shady af. However, there have been incidents where some of his marks found out he was a spy after the fact and were still ready and willing. Those he considered fair game. It’s fine, you never liked that uncle anyways.


…thanks for making it this far into my weird ramble. >_> 

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If you weren’t born with it
You can buy a couple ornaments
Just be sure to read the warning, kids
Cause pretty soon you’ll be bored of it
Sexual, hey girl if you wanna feel sexual
You can always call up a professional
They stick pins in you like a vegetable

MRS. POTATO HEAD - MELANIE MARTINEZ

Opposites Attract

Jekyll’s Cafe vs Hyde’s Nightclub AU, created by myself, based of @arythusa’s The Glass Scientists.

A nice neighborhood, or at least that is what café owner, Henry Jekyll had always thought. Then the nightclub across the road opened. Fed up with losing sleep to the loud music, he confronted the management and got more than he bargained for. Now stuck in a dangerous game of seduction and trying not to get pulled off his feet by his charming new business rival, poor Henry is in for a wild ride. (Blurb courtesy of @zolotaya-orda)

Word Count: 1299

Rating: Mature (Contains strippers.)

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