#Doc watches Ratatouille

[docholligay]

I wish this movie had come out when I was a kid, because it really would have spoken to me. I think that's why I like it so much as an adult, too!

I was an odd kid in a large extended family that was tight-knit and I had aspirations far beyond my station. I wanted to learn to cook gourmet food, I wanted to go to London and Paris and eat meals with white tablecloths and fine manners, I wanted to see art and opera. All of these things were, to my larger family, ridiculous. It wasn't that they didn't love me, but, I think, in a sense they were afraid i was going to leave them behind. I wanted a world that was completely different from the sort of dirt-scratch prairie life I was born into--which I also love!

But when In was a kid, I didn't realize that it doesn't have to be one way or the other. They, I think, didn't either, and so it was silly, and stupid, and funny, that I wanted to do all these things. Didn't I know where I was from? I was never going to sit in the Ritz, and so it was stupid to try and I should give up now and I look kinda stupid with that teacup.

They were wrong! I've done everything I said I was going to do, and I became the person I wished I was, and I can still skin a deer and load a rifle to top it all off. But this idea of wanting more, on an artistic level, wanting things that were demeaned as snobby, wasn't something I felt a got a lot of. I guess Belle? From Beauty and the Beast? But she wasn't interested in growing her skills or anything in an artistic sense, she just liked to read. So I didn't take to her really at all. Ariel, I guess, but I didn't want a dude. I wanted to TRY things.

Anyway, all that to say I love this statement. A very important part of cooking is the continual fucking up. I do it all the time! I live to fuck up! That I was born to a family where I was literally the first person on BOTH sides to go to college and the first one on both sides to set foot in a non-Canadian country since my family moved here, doesn't matter! All it takes is work and a willingness to be wrong! A willingness to eat a really bad meal sometimes! A willingness to cry in the corner of a French train station because you don't know how trains work and the guy in the information booth was really mean to you about your shitty French!

Imagine what you could do if you stopped being afraid. Imagine what you could be.

I would love to go back to that weird eight year old and go, "They're wrong. But they're wrong because they're afraid you don't think they're enough. It's complicated and you'll get it more when you're older, also, you are going to have tea at the fucking Ritz someday. You're going to drink wine at a cafe in Paris. Don't worry about it."

[gremlinmodetweeker]

To Market to Market, to Buy A Fat Hog

Okay so this one made me really sad guys. Yes this is more alpha König and omega reader. This one actually made me feel really bad for König. I promise you it will get better! I do!!! I keep saying it because I really do mean it!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Anyways, in this part, König sends you out to market to pick up groceries, and you find a cute alpha who actually seems to like you. Meanwhile, König struggles with appearances and his feelings.

Anyways!

TW: near infidelity (does not actually happen but comes close to a kiss), König feeling very sad and conflicted

Wordcount: 3.8K words (about 9 pages in google docs guys this is big)

Art from this post

Story Below the Cut

To Market to Market, to Buy A Fat Hog

As it turned out, cooking for König was no joke. He was an alpha, so it wasn't a surprise to figure out that the man liked to eat, but what you didn’t realize was that he was picky about it to boot. He was so picky that you’d had to resort to finding your own transportation to go down to the grocery store to find more ingredients.

“What are you you doing?”

You turned around to see König standing behind you in the front hall, posed somewhere between the stairs and the landing.

“We’re out of tomatoes,” you replied, “I need to go to the store to get some more.”

“Why do you need tomatoes?” König asked.

“To make the ratatouille that you wanted so badly,” you explained as you sat on a wooden bench to put on your shoes, “you asked for it last night, remember?”

König nodded, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I forgot about that.”

“Didn’t you say you were looking forward to this?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve been looking forward to the whole week,” König replied with a smirk.

“That’s just great,” you sighed as you brought yourself up to your feet.

“You know it’s going to rain out there, right?” König asked curiously.

“Oh,” you reached down to pick up an umbrella, "thanks.”

König watched as you fumbled with your keys before he asked, “So you’re going out like that?”

You looked over your shoulder at him, “Is there something wrong with how I look?”

König shook his head, “No, no not like that. I’m just wondering if… Well, maybe you should wear something a bit nicer?”

“Why?’ you scoffed, “are you worried about your ‘image’ again?”

König said nothing, letting you fill in the blanks for him.

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes before brushing by him to head back upstairs, “then tell me what to wear.”

“Something nicer,” was all the clarification König gave you before heading off to the backyard. To do what, you didn’t particularly care enough to think about.

Once you were upstairs in your bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Maybe König did have a point; you looked like you’d been hit with a truck that morning. The bags under your eyes were deep and heavy, and your hoodie had stains all over the bottom and along the cuffs of your sleeves. If you sat on a corner and held out a cup, you’d probably be able to make up your entire grocery bill in an afternoon. What a miserable state you were in!

You decided that what you were looking at was not up to snuff, not for you at least. Evidently not for König either, but that wasn’t the point.

With a few brushes of powder and a nice new set of clothes, you were able to face your reflection with a smile. It was a hollow, fragile smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. You tried to focus on the victories, no matter how pyrrhic they felt.

You sashayed back down the stairs with a self confident grin only to be faced with the man who sent you upstairs in the first place.

His icy eyes were wide, glancing around frantically before settling them on his feet.

“Is this good enough?” you asked.

He didn’t say a word, just nodded quickly. You figured that was about as much flattery as you’d get out of him on a good day.

“What store are you going to?” König asked in a quiet voice.

“To the big one,” you replied, “you know, the one down the road.”

König set his lips into a line, then asked, “Why don’t you go to the farmer’s market? It's a Saturday. They should be open today.”

“How would I get there?” you asked.

König dug his hands through his wallet and pulled out a blue and green card, “This is for the bus. You know how to use the GPS on your phone, right?”

You nodded.

“Just look up farmer’s market on the app,” König offered, “it should get you there quickly.”

“But what about money?” you asked.

“Ach,” König hissed as he pulled his wallet from his jeans again, “take this. It should be enough for the groceries and then some for yourself.”

“Are you suggesting I get myself something nice?” you smirked dryly at the irony.

König paused to tilt his head so he could look you in the eyes, “Maybe. You can keep the bus card, too. You’ll need it more than me.”

“Is there enough money on it?” you asked.

“It’s synced to my card,” König replied, “it’ll charge me automatically. Don’t worry about loading it.”

You tucked the card into your own wallet, thinner than his by a landslide. With all your bearings checked, you patted down your dress and gave König an award-winning smile.

“I’ll be back soon,” you grinned.

“Text me when you’re coming home,” König told you as he turned to retreat into the home, “and when you get there. And when-" he clenched his jaw, "just keep me updated, bitte.”

You didn’t say a word, instead stepping through the door and slipping outside. You pulled out your phone and punched in König’s suggestion to find what you expected to be the farmer’s market. You didn’t stop to see if König was waving you goodbye from the window, instead marching to the nearest bus stop to get started on your route.

The bus wasn’t particularly crowded, but there was a beta male in rut that had evidently forgotten to take his pills this morning, making the entire bus reek of oceanic vinegar. He’d obviously tried to hide it with extra scent blocker deodorant, but he was failing miserably. Most of the others on the bus shot the poor fellow cruel looks, to which he withered in on himself. It wouldn’t surprise you if he’d been sent home from work to get himself some pills to stop stinking up the office.

Thankfully, aside from the beta male, there weren’t any great upsets along the way. The walk to the market was thankfully brief, though a drizzle started and you had to put up your polka dotted umbrella as a shield against the weathers. You’d spent too much time perfecting your lipstick to have it smudged by a few drops of rain. Just once, you wanted to feel like you looked nice. It wasn’t like König did anything to help you in that regard. Rather, you felt that when you were around him, you were about as attractive as plain cardboard or white wallpaper. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even let himself look at you, which though while a regular occurrence, still smacked of obstinate rudeness that cut you like a thousand papercuts. Each nervous glance away was another slit upon you. At this point, you were surprised your heart was still beating in its place in your chest.

You skulked through the market in a search for ingredients. You didn’t really need to go out today, but you wanted a break from the silence of the home. After spending so much time in the silence, the hustle and bustle of the market jostled you to and fro with the crowds. You were twirled around this way and that before you were able to stumble you way towards a decent-enough looking stall filled to the brim with bright red fruits.

Only once you were too close to be ignored did you realize that the stall was advertising cider and vinegar, made fresh from the very same apples that had drawn you in.

“Hey!” a tall alpha stepped up to greet you, “see anything you like?”

You, you wanted to say but you held your tongue. Instead, you looked over the merchandise before picking up a small bottle.

“Um, how much is this?” you asked as you passed over the cider.

“Oh this is on sale, actually,” the alpha laughed, exposing his bright white canines, “it’s just for today though.”

“Only today?” you parroted.

“Only for today,” the alpha agreed before screwing you with a strange look, “say, where’s your collar?”

You blinked as you reached up to your neck.

“Oh, I must have forgotten it at home,” you admitted shyly, ashamed you’d forgotten such an important piece of protection for yourself.

“How long have you been here?” the alpha frowned.

“Not long,” you said as you fingered the empty air around your neck, “I must’ve forgotten it when I went out this morning.”

“Well it’s not safe for an unclaimed omega to go around without a collar,” the alpha hummed before holding up a hand, “just wait right there. I’m gonna go talk to someone.”

You nodded and let the man hurry off to talk to an alpha woman who worked the other side of the stall. She glanced over at you with a quick smile before looking back at her coworker, letting him return back to you with a comment accompanied by a nod of her head.

The alpha stepped back from behind the stall to stand by your side, awkwardly squeezing into the space beside you as carefully as he could to avoid actively pressing in on your inner bubble.

“So, I talked to my boss, and she said it’s okay if I take a break and help you around the market,” the alpha smiled timidly, “it’s just… I’m worried somebody might hurt you.”

“Wait, really?” you blinked owlishly as you looked up at the man.

“I mean it’s not safe to be without a collar,” the alpha insisted, “so it only makes sense that I watch over you. I, uh, I have a lot of omega friends and they tell me it’s nice to have someone around to keep them safe.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” you felt a bit fuzzy as you smiled at the messy-haired brunette, “but you don’t have to if it’s too much-”

“It’s nothing,” the alpha interjected before wincing, “sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt it’s just, you know, I’d hate to let you go and have you get hurt or-”

“No I get it,” you helped the poor man out, “I just didn’t want to pull you away from work and…”

You both smiled fondly at each other. Maybe it was something about not being used to an alpha’s affection, but the man’s brown eyes were warm like honey and tea as he took you in. You were suddenly grateful for König insisting that you wear something nice. Wait, König!

“Oh, um, I’m sorry but I should probably just call my alpha to come get me,” you cringed at the thought of having to phone up that miserable lout to drag you back into that horrible home.

“Wait, your alpha let you out like this?” the alpha frowned, almost looking crestfallen, “that’s weird.”

“Well,” you sighed, “we’re in a weird relationship. I’m supposed to be his mate or whatever, but I just… He’s not really in it.”

“Oh you got matched?” the alpha perked up, “I had a few friends in the matching program.”

“You did?” you asked.

“Yeah! They’re all like, ‘Shaun you really gotta sign up for this matching program’ way back in high school, but now they’re all sad and miserable with their matches,” the man laughed before catching himself, “my name’s Shaun, by the way! Sorry about that, I forgot to introduce myself. What’s your name?”

You gave your name with a laugh, “I guess I forgot to introduce myself too!”

“Makes the two of us, I guess,” Shaun chuckled, turning with you to start walking the aisles with you, “so, what’re you here for anyways?”

“Just a few veggies and stuff,” you replied, “my alpha wants me to cook for him.”

“So he let you out in public but expects you to be a perfect little omega for him?” Shaun scoffed, “sounds like a great guy for sure.”

“Well,” you bit your lip, “it’s more complicated than that. See, I really wanted him to just, you know, be my partner but he wasn’t too keen on it. So I was thinking that maybe if I made him jealous, maybe he’d be more interested or something?”

“And how did that go?” Shaun chuckled.

“Well, he called me out pretty quickly and then told me I could make it up to him by cooking for him,” you explained, “so I guess I really got myself in this mess.”

“But you only did it because he wasn’t paying any attention to you?” Shaun asked, helping you navigate around a tight bend by using his body as a battering ram through the crowd.

You blushed furiously, “I mean, is it too much to ask? I really thought the matching system would work, but… Well…”

“Usually it works,” Shaun offered, “but not always,” he helped you step out of the way of a passing baby stroller, “some people say it takes a couple of years to work, but I just think it’s a bit overrated.”

“So you never signed up?” you asked.

“Nah, it’s not like people would really want me, anyways,” Shaun admitted, “I’m an alpha O with a degree in agriculture working at a small farm. I don’t make much, and not many people are into alpha Os.”

“Really?” you asked curiously, “why not?”

“Not as big as alpha Bs and not as stable as beta As,” Shaun explained, “but whatever. I bet you get it as an omega.”

“Omega O, actually,” you laughed when Shaun winced, “yeah, it’s not always fun. But hey, I get by.”

“So I’m guessing you’re matched with an alpha A?” Shaun cringed.

“Yeah! I’m told the matching system puts alpha As and omega Os together for some reason?” you shook your head, “it’s crazy to me.”

“Absolutely,” Shaun agreed, “oh look! You said you needed veggies, right? My friend runs that stand over there!”

Shaun pointed somewhere but the crowd obscured your vision. So thus you pushed forth behind him before coming into a small clearing.

“Shaun! Long time no see!” a tall beta woman leaned on the wood stand.

“Laura, we literally just talked two hours ago,” Shaun rolled his eyes before standing to the side, “I’m just here because this little omega over here forgot her collar back home. But yeah, you wanted to get some things, right?”

After a bit of social chit-chat, you left with a couple of baskets brimming with fresh produce. Included i the bundle was a jar of fresh tomato paste and a bottle of olive oil, courtesy of the Italian pasta maker in the stand beside you. The beta man running the store had been more than glad to help you out when he overheard you explaining your situation with König, though he had tried to make you take a particularly spicy sausage to try and ‘get back at the swine’ but you’d had to turn him down.

After touring the market once more, you sat down at a bench with a paper bag of cinnamon sugar doughnuts between you and Shaun.

“Thanks for helping me around here,” you said before taking another bite of the fresh-baked treat, “wow these are so good. You were totally right about these.”

“Those old ladies know what they’re talking about,” Shaun agreed as he took another doughnut, “but yeah, don’t worry about it. I’m just happy you’re safe and all that.”

“It’s nice to meet an alpha that’s not a major dickface,” you grinned, wiping the sticky sugar away from your fingers.

“Most alphas are pretty chill actually,” Shaun wrapped his sticky fingers together, “I mean, we have to take those emotional regulation classes all the way from grade one until we graduate. Most of us learn how to chill out a bit.”

“So that’s why you’re so nice?” you asked cheekily.

“I mean, I like to think I’ve always been pretty cool,” Shaun tossed you a sly grin, “just don’t tell Laura that. She thinks I’m weird.”

“And why’s that?” you kicked your feet beneath you on the bench.

“Oh, I dunno, because I like comics? Or maybe it’s ‘cause I can quote entire movies in one go,” Shaun laughed, “but I think that just makes me cooler.”

“You might be on to something,” you agreed before you heard a small ping! came from your pocket, “one sec I just need to check something,” you said as you pulled it out to check your notifications. König. “Shit,” you hissed, “it’s König.”

“König? Is that foreign?” Shaun asked.

“One sec I just gotta text him back…”

Hello? Is everything alright? You haven’t texted me in a while and I want to make sure you’re safe.

You hissed and typed out a quick reply before hitting ‘send’ and pocketing your phone again.

“Is this ‘König’ guy your alpha?” Shaun asked, looking at you with a melancholic expression.

“Yeah,” you admitted, “he was just checking if I was okay.”

“Really?” Shaun snorted, “from the way you put it, it didn’t sound like he cared about you at all.”

“Well he doesn’t,” you sighed, “but he has to keep up ‘appearances’ all the time.”

Shaun groaned, “That sounds fucking awful.”

“It can be,” you agreed, “but sometimes… Sometimes I wonder if maybe he does care.”

“If he did, he wouldn’t let you out of the house without a collar,” Shaun reasoned with you.

You hummed, looking down at your sugar-dusted fingers ass they fiddled among each other. You could feel the granules of sugar melting into a sticky paste against your skin, sticking with each brush of your hands against each other.

“It would be nice if my alpha cared about me,” you sighed.

“Well, why do you need him to care about you?” Shaun asked, “and anyways, can’t you break the match?”

“Omegas can’t break matches,” you informed him dutifully, “only alphas and betas have the right to break matches.”

Shaun slumped in his seat.

“Oh…”

“It’s stupid,” you spat.

“It’s sad ‘cause like…” Shaun shrugged awkwardly, “you seem really cool.”

“Do I?” you laughed, “because I’m not.”

“People say I’m not cool either,” Shaun smiled, “so I guess we’d work pretty well together.”

You turned slightly to look at him from the corner of your eyes. He wasn’t looking at you, instead focussing on his own hands, coated just like yours were. His shaggy hair hung low over his face, giving him an innocently youthful expression. He seemed so sweet, so different from the alpha that kept you caged in his home…

“We would,” you agreed, carefully reaching your hand out to his.

He took it carefully, almost afraid to respond to your touch.

“Your alpha wouldn’t like this, would he,” Shaun turned to look at you, his eyes almost golden in the sunlight.

“He wouldn’t,” you agreed, “but I don’t really care.”

You leaned in close, but just as you closed your eyes, your phone rang.

You snapped back to attention and wrenched it out of your pocket. It was König. You watched it ring once, twice, then tucked it back into your pocket.

“I don’t really care what he thinks,” you huffed.

“So, um, I guess you gotta go home now?” Shaun laughed, the tension between you thoroughly shattered.

“I guess,” you sighed before perking up briefly, “can I get your number? We can still talk and stuff. I’ve only just moved here, so it would be nice to know someone locally.”

“Sure, uh, just hand it over,” Shaun took your phone from you, trying to suck the sugar off his fingers before typing away and handing it back to you, “sorry about all the, uh, sugar and stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you tucked your phone back into your pocket before typing your number into his and giving it back to him, “but yeah, it was great meeting you Shaun.”

“It was great to meet you too,” Shaun grinned.

“Well,” you looked at the bus stop across the street, “I guess I gotta go now.”

“Call me when you get home, yeah?” Shaun asked as you walked off.

“I will!” you promised and turned back to the bus.

“Where were you?” König hounded you as soon as you stepped through the door.

“I was out at the market,” you replied as you hauled the groceries into the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you text me?” König asked, drumming his fingers against the countertop nervously.

“I forgot,” you said as you put away a bag of carrots, “it happens.”

“But you…” König squinted and frowned, “where’s your collar? Did you already take it off?”

“I forgot to take it with me,” you replied quickly as you whirled around to put away a bunch of tomatoes.

You turned back to the counter but slammed into König’s chest. You stumbled back to glare up at him, but his worried face caught you off guard.

“Were you okay?” König asked, placing his palms on your shoulders, “nobody hurt you, did they? How could you forget your collar? You need to take care of yourself, ja?”

“I was fine,” you pushed back from him coldly.

König stepped to the side to let you carry on putting away the produce, shrinking in on himself awkwardly.

“Are you sure?” König asked nervously, “you smell… Different.”

“Somebody helped me around,” you explained easily as you turned away. When you turned back, König’s face had become downright stormy.

“Who helped you,” König’s voice was flat and cold like an iron sword.

“Some guy at a stall,” you tried to shake off the nerves that crawled up your back.

“An alpha?” König stepped in close.

You stopped what you were doing to look back at König closely. He had leaned in close, almost menacing in how he now crowded your form.

“Maybe?” you shrugged, “I didn’t really pay attention.”

König stopped you from turning away and leaned in close. Before you could say anything, he rubbed his neck against yours quickly, once on each side. He stepped back, but kept his grip on your shoulders.

“Better,” he said quietly.

“What’s wrong with you?” you spat.

König watched you carefully, taking in how you puffed up with frustration in his hold. A part of him seemed to soften as he took in your form.

“We need to keep up appearances,” König replied dryly.

“That’s bullshit,” you scoffed.

König ducked his head, but the grip on your shoulders tightened. He grimaced, then turned back and tucked you into his chest.

“Appearances matter,” his voice cracked slightly, but you didn’t mention it.

Instead, when you stepped back you trailed a hand on his chest, “Why do you care so much?”

“Appearances,” König choked out.

“That’s not why you care,” you tried to let your hand fall on his cheek but he was quick to duck away.

“It’s all that matters,” König’s voice was faint as he left the room, “it’s what keeps us safe.”

You watched him leave the room quietly. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, but you weren’t as eager to pick up the phone this time.

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[henrykathman]

The Greatest Movie You'll Never See! - Goncharov (1973)

I believe that I have made the most comprehesive video essay on the 1973 film Goncharov that has been released to date, including restored footage, interviews, and rare behind-the-scenes insight into this forgotten film.

More info below the cut

Special Thanks to Molly Noise (She/Her) for composing the original music Matt Crowley (He/Him) for his quotes Marisa BeBeau (She/Her) for graciously letting me interview her. You can support her work at @sabertoothwalrus

You can also buy a copy of the 'Nico the Catboy' zine here!

Bibliography

Benjamin, Walter. The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction. Penguin Books, 1935, pp. 1–26. Connanro. “Goncharov Master Document.” Google Docs, 20 Nov. 2022, docs.google.com/document/d/1Fbcn96MKyc1Bky6c0Ffex4APtar9iNht8ytfZHPpSss/edit#heading=h.bpd1oee4nr3q. Accessed 16 Mar. 2023. Jacobsen, Emily. “Ratatouille the Musical (Full Show).” YouTube, 9 Dec. 2020, www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pdTi-R-Apw. Accessed 15 Mar. 2023. Juli. “Goncharov Score Masterpost.” Tumblr, 21 Nov. 2022, www.tumblr.com/thisisnotjuli/701573313313587200/goncharov-score-masterpost?source=share. Accessed 16 Mar. 2023. Lauren Shippen. “Ice Pick Joe Quote.” Tumblr, 1 Nov. 2022, thelaurenshippen.tumblr.com/post/701652426816733184/i-know-that-ice-pick-joe-operates-mostly-as-a. Accessed 15 Mar. 2023. Marisa BeBeau. “Nico the Catboy Archive.” Sabertoothwalrus, Tumblr, 25 Oct. 2020, sabertoothwalrus.tumblr.com/tagged/nico%20the%20catboy/chrono. Accessed 15 Mar. 2023.

[soaps-mohawk]

i'm back again to pour my brain out!!!! i apologise for always sending a billion asks, my brainrot is CRAZY for crcb

what are some silly things you think the boys cry at? like... simon bawling his eyes out watching bambi (yknow, the bit where the mum dies). i just think disney films get simon BAD. or.. just silly stuff in general that gets the boys all emotional. johnny seems like the type to tear up about someone making his mum's signature meal or something, one he ate in scotland as a child all the time - like the scene in ratatouille!!! my most self-indulgent idea is that john cries when doc dies in mean machine (the 2001 version, my all time favourite film). kyle i think you'd have to put on forrest gump or something to make him cry, yknow the scene with bubba??

anyways, hope you're all good pook!! hopefully you can catch up on all your sleep and everything <3 (my fav heart emoji won't work!!!!)

-🪐

Noo that's okay!! I'm just super slow at actually answering things 😭

Johnny definitely cries watching commercials. Like those ASPCA-type commercials or the like super sappy, happy, sweet ones (that definitely don't make me cry or anything) he's bawling like a baby. Disney movies as well. Any movie with some sappy ending he's crying.

I think Simon cries at happy endings. Super horrible things happened and then they get to live happily ever after, gets him. I think bittersweet endings get him too (Return of the King every time 😭). Definitely tries to pretend he's not crying but they all know.

Kyle I think would get teary-eyed over food. Make something from his childhood and he'd tear up. I also think Dinsey movies would get him too, but more of a sniffle than full-blown crying. There might be certain movies though that could get him going.

I think John is the same where it's very specific things that get him going. (I've never seen Mean Machine so I'll take your word for it) again no one is going to say anything, though, because they'll be forced to do extra pushups or extra laps during their next training if they say anything lol.

I'm alright. Still super stressed out and not really sleeping well which is cool. Love that for me. Hope you're doing well (a day late).

[signalhill-if]

asking the all-important Question:

when talking about Ratatouille, who refers to the rat as Ratatouille, who calls him Remy, and who just says ‘the rat’?

(this is in a hypothetical world where ratatouille exists in the same universe as signal hill, of course 😂 - also if this is too silly you don't have to answer lol)

The Signal Hill universe missed out on Ratatouille by less than two years 😔 Tragic

Calls him Ratatouille:

Yasmin (assumes that's his name because she isn't paying attention), KC (assumes that's his name because Yasmin called him that)

Calls him Remy:

Yvette (cares about quality filmmaking), Malik (has watched this movie enough to recite the script like ProZD with Peter Pan)

Calls him the rat:

Doc (doesn't want to be here), Levi (also doesn't want to be here)

[shyflameweasel]

Roommate grunts but grunts are small compared to humans, like only barely coming up to knee height. Picture this;

an ever feral gremlin that can get into impossible places in the house(including vents) or knocking shit down just for the hell of it(kinda like a sentient feral cat)

peepaw still somehow managing to be the superior of the house despite the size difference and would scold the others for doing something stupid or reckless and getting hurt (that also includes the reader)

deimos and Sanford working as a team to get to places in the house they cannot reach easily now, 9 times outa 10 it’s just to steal snacks or for Deimos to say “who’s the big man now!?” To the reader from up top the fridge.(it’s usually Deimos who bothers Sanford to help him do this)

bonus brainrot here is me imagining Sanford still trying to help the reader with chores or cooking when he can despite being small

Deimos most likely asking to ride around on the reader’s shoulders and would just keep annoying them until they let him(hank on the other hand would just pounce on them from where he is when he wants a free ride)

Doc still insisting to do checkups on the reader despite only being a forth of their size

This got a chuckle out of me so thanks for that.

Honestly it's up to interpretation on the guys height, since I always leave it pretty open ended on if grunts are shorter or taller than humans.

Hey at least Reader doesn't have to worry about how to house these guys anymore since they're so small. Well except 2B because that is 2B, he get's his own room solely to make sure he doesn't murder the others in their sleep.

A normal sized Hank would do all of that. A knee sized Hank is crawling through Reader's walls and eating all of the drywall. Reader can try to use a broom to stop his reign of terror but there's a very good chance he'll break off the broom head all while staring dead at Reader's face. Hank clings onto Reader 's shoulder, metal jaw resting on flesh covered bone, staring at everything. Very likely to bite Reader's hands if they try to move him up or take him off their shoulder.

2B can be the size of a Reader's hand and he'll still be in charge. You do not disrespect the Peepaw. Never pick him up or there is a very good chance that there is going to be a lecture that lasts hours with a small possibility of loosing a non essential organ or two. He may be tiny but hey, free healthcare so who really cares if you can pick the man up like a football.

You cannot tell me for a second that the duo don't try doing the 'two kids in a trench coat' gag for shits and giggles.

Jokes on Deimos, lil shit is gonna stay up there. Got himself into that mess he can get himself back down. Unless its serious Reader is not going to lift a finger, watching as the fire starter debates if he can jump to one of the cabinets or aim for the fridge handle. If he is ever on Reader's shoulders they better hope he doesn't get bored because its Ratatouille time. Gonna try tugging Reader's hair in a attempt to 'pilot' them. It doesn't work and he's laughing his ass off at the sorry state of Readers hair. Up until Reader puts his cigarettes where he can't reach them. Revenge ya troll.

Sanford however can get from place to place a hell of a lot easier since its a matter of throwing his hook and climbing upwards or using it to lower himself down to ground floor. Second to Hank in how well he can traverse this giant world. Cooking is a bit annoying but as long as he has those small utensils he's good. Gonna order Reader around how to cook what.

[moonmoonthecrabking]

Each member of the choirs favourite movie and why

hi thank you for this ask lovely!!!!

i know that some of them were mentioned in the text, so i'll be giving them an extra one. also i personally watch and know of more lighthearted stuff, so that's why they might sorta skew that way :)

mischa: obligatory "saw v" (saw vi) mention, but beyond he also likes zombieland and shaun of the dead. i see him really enjoying action horror comedies that have some heart behind them. has everything.

constance: she loves non-traditional animation and designs, the creativity that flows through that and the honesty behind that storytelling that isn't really the same in a disney movie (sure, she loves disney and pixar, but they aren't her top tier). she says "she's a lyrics person, not a melody person", so i imagine her preferring expression through beautiful visuals over story. think the vincent van gogh movie made through oil paintings, the book of life, coraline. coraline is the total package for her. while terrifying for her, it grounds her in that sure, she can get angry at her family, but she is so so lucky that they aren't spiders that want to eat her.

noel: a silent movie bitch, as we know from canon, who loves lola (1961). but if the choir forces him to go with something in english, he opts for ratatouille (i'm really sad i can't use this as a virgil joke btw). the core message of "anyone can cook" is so inspiring to him. of course, he adapts it to "anyone can be that fucked up girl". he can exist in that dingy world, he can make his way there and pick up men in alleyways behind the restaurant. the french setting and the distance between child and parent resonate with him (sure, his mother loves him, but he never feels understood by her).

ocean: my mind simply manifested the black cauldron. mischa's adoptive parents had a bunch of old disney vhs tapes (bc they were expecting someone 15 years younger), and she watched all of them. eilonwy is a decisive and knowledgable character ocean can project onto, and when she wants (or is forced) to unwind, high fantasy is a great genre for that which doesn't remind her of all the stuff she has to do. she does hate the kissing part, but finds comfort in the fact that eilonwy can find another princess to fall in love with later on down the track.

ricky: definitely a star trek fan, leading to heated discussions with noel about star wars vs star trek over google docs. but their favourite of all time? the rocky horror picture show. it's chaotic and sexy and scifi and this messy combination of genres that they absolutely fall in love with. i think that they do love music and musicals, and the horror comedy aspect just enhances it for them and every time they watch it, they feel like they're levelling up. that being said, 9/10 not enough cats.

penny/jane: i really want to channel menace!penny and say sausage party, but i do have the slighest amount of dignity remaining. she seems like a monty python and the holy grail fan, going back to the classics for her comedy and one that's decently unhinged. she likes some newer stuff, naturally, but i think a lot of other things can't give her the balance of making her cry with laughter while not trying too hard.

again, thank you for the ask, i had a blast considering this!!!

[chrrispine]

for @starrynightdeancas's 3k celebration prompt: "that’s your child too, you know. it’s your turn to play chef in that tiny plastic kitchen"

wc: 580 I read on ao3

“How are my two little chefs?” Dean asked, leaning against the doorframe of the living room. He laughed as Cas flipped him off from behind the play kitchen set. Jack was sitting at the chair waving to Dean and thankfully facing away from Cas’s rude gesture.

“Daddy is making me food!” Jack yelled while banging his hands happily on the table.

“It turns out that I am the chef and Jack is the food critic,” Cas explained, groaning as he got up from couching at the little stove. He set a plate of plastic food in front of Jack. “Bon appetit, Mr. Jack.” Cas bowed at the toddler and then glared at Dean when he began shaking with laughter.

“Thank you, chef,” Jack said with a little head nod before he tucked his napkin into his shirt collar. Where does he learn this stuff, Dean thought, shaking his head.

Jack pretended to eat the food very carefully, pausing to ponder about the imaginary taste. Cas was standing above Jack with a hint of nervousness on his face.

“How is it, Mr. Jack?” Cas asked, raising his eyebrows in earnest.

Jack reached below his chair and picked up a clipboard and pen. “Gimme a minute and then I will give you a star rating,” he said, waving Cas off with his small hand.

Cas bowed his head again and walked across the room to Dean whose eyes were wide open in shock.

“What is all this?” Dean whispered, gesturing at Jack and the kitchen.

“Remember when we put on Ratatouille last week? We both fell asleep but turns out Jack watched the whole thing and decided that instead of being a chef, he wanted to be a food critic. Also, I’m pretty sure he watches Chopped on his own,” Cas whispered back, looking over Dean’s shoulder at Jack who was humming to himself while scribbling on the sheet of his clipboard.

“He’s brutal!” Dean laughed.

Cas shook his head and smiled. “Tell me about it. He threatened to call the health department on my last meal.”

Jack walked up to his dads and handed Cas the clipboard. There were no legible words on it but drawn at the bottom were three little stars. “You passed this time! I’m going to sit down again, and you can bring me some more food,” Jack stated as he marched back to his seat. Dean patted Cas on the back in congratulations, and pity.

Cas rolled his eyes at Dean’s gesture. “How about a new chef, Jack? I bet Dean would love to take a go at it!” Cas suggested, and to his relief Jack nodded excitedly in response.

“Cas, I don’t want to play around with fake food and get harshly judged!” Dean whispered.

“Dean, that’s your child too, you know. It’s your turn to play chef in that tiny plastic kitchen,” Cas said as he thrusted a miniature spatula at Dean.

“But-“ Dean started, but Cas cut him off with a kiss and a slap on the ass as he walked out the room. Dean sighed in defeat and made his way over to the kitchen.

“The food critic is waiting!” Jack announced, tapping the invisible watch on his wrist.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s coming kid,” Dean said as he started filling a plate with the plastic food. He was already feeling the pressure from being behind the tiny stove with the critic watching. The health inspector was definitely going to get called on him.

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[thesunflowerprince]

Little Tendou Headcanons ✨

— he loves being called Ten, honey bee, and cupcake

— his little age is 5-6 and he rarely leaves that range, unless he is super stressed or upset

— this boy can not get enough sweets

— he isn’t a very energetic little, but he does have times where he could run around the entire house for half an hour if he really wanted

— doc mcstuffins is his show and his favourite character is Chilly

— he’s very sensitive, but he’s also quick to calm down

— he’s very easily distracted, so if his caregiver asks him to do something and won’t watch him or make sure he does it, then chances are that it will never get done

— he loves wearing giant hoodies and baggy sweatpants

— his favourite movie is Ratatouille

— he loves to write, sometimes its letters to his caregiver and other times it just writing a new word he learned over and over

— he loves baking with his caregiver

— he loves to wear big onesies in the winter

— if his caregiver plays video games, he loves to watch and ask them about the game and tell them what to do ( “oh! Do that! Oh! Try that! Oh! What’s that?” )

— he’s the same way about shows and movies too, always asking questions and telling the characters what to do

— he’s very curious

— he loves stuffies

— this boy needs his uppies

[roaringup]

Bad photos of things I’ve made recently:

- pierogies, uncooked in photo; ate them with a horseradish butter that I felt smug for having thought to make. I don’t know if pierogies with horseradish butter is a thing, but it worked.

- gougères; I know I arranged the photo really oddly; they are these crunchy-outside, doughy-inside savory French cheesy pastry ball things. I hadn’t ever had one before or even ever seen them on a menu. I think maybe they were on TV and it interested me? Not so much my thing taste-wise and not Robin’s, but turned out right, I think. They’re so lightweight! I offered some to the neighbors because I made too many—they took them right away, and both of them then praised the gougères (one calling them amazing!). That made me really happy and will stay with me for a while, I think. It’s just really nice to surprise people by giving them food they enjoy that you have made.

I finally ordered new boots because I felt too pessimistic about fixing the twice-repaired Docs. They’re the same leather, a soft milled black one, but a different shape and with a zip. A sensible part of me hopes they fit and are as durable as the others were (the others did last a while before the soles failed), and that the zip makes them easier to wear. A different part has a variety of less practical boot-related dreams, including but not limited to hoping that they make me feel sexy.

I just watched Ratatouille with Robin (EXTREMELY silly. Interesting to watch while apparently on a cooking jag myself; I think it’s the approach of fall doing that. I also made milk bread recently). I should probably go to sleep now.

[leaderintitleonly]

What's your favorite Disney and Pixar movies and do you you have an rp wishlist?

Oh that’s a question for me, huh? Well I guess it is “Munday”. Let’s start off with the short answer. Do I have an rp wishlist? No, I don’t. Doc just enjoys making friends and he’ll latch onto most people. He’s a “healer, heal thyself” type and he will chase after anyone to try and help them even if it’s to his detriment. This is a constant for every universe he’s in, even his sarcastic and bitter Grim Reaper verse. If I ever find myself wanting to rp a certain situation, I will either reblog it or post it and tag accordingly. So the long answer! My favorite Disney and Pixar movies. Ooh boy uhm. Can I sort them into separate lists and my top five each to make it easier? Top 5 Disney: - Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - Pinocchio - The Princess and the Frog - Aladdin - The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Top 5 Pixar: - Coco - Brave - A Bug’s Life - Monster’s Inc - Ratatouille This is not a comprehensive list because we’d be here all day with me gushing over Sleeping Beauty, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Up, Hercules, 101 Dalmatians... I like a lot of movies. And I omitted the live action movies, otherwise I will cling and ask if you want to watch The Ugly Dachshund or The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. I don’t even just like Disney-Pixar, I just really like movies in general.

[docholligay]

So this is the emotional core of the movie, right off: Anyone can cook, do we think that?

I certainly do! One of the reasons I love this movie is it supports that idea, that cooking is not something given from God on high, it is a skill that is learned and used and refined. You get better at it by doing it, and great chefs have made these things over and over and over again. You! In the audience! Saying you can't cook. The only difference between you and me is the amount of time I've spent bent over a stove with a cookbook open to some page. I have spent a lot of hours working on cooking. You are capable of the same thing!

And now I'm a good enough cook that honestly when my wife and I talk about going out for dinner on Valentine's day or something, the general consensus is "why bother?'

But that's not magic! That's not anything but instruction and practice. ANd I lvoe that this is like, "Yeah, even a rat (I mean a Disney rat but still) can cook. He was right to say that, and he was right to bring forth a cookbook that tried to help people do that." I'm a big believer in just starting! Your food will be better, you'll save money, you'll get a feeling of accomplishment that garbage from Doordash can't give you!

Anyone can cook!

[harringtown]

Stranger Things: Quarantine Edition

think that parks and rec reunion that was done, but with the stranger things crew. k. Lets begin. Also I decide canon, and who is still alive, so yes, hopper and el are happily quarantined together in the cabin, don’t argue w me

• anyways. I have no regrets.

Hopper and El: Tight Quarters

spend 85% of the time watching westerns and crime docs. They’ve also gotten really into board games. Monopoly has been Banned.

‘Hopper lost after six hours’ ‘The only thing that should last six hours is a long nap’ ‘He is a…sour loser.’ ‘It’s sore, and I will cut tv privileges again’ ‘bet’

Mike showed El tiktok, so all the lingo? Driving Hopper mad

speaking of Mike: he spends half his time sitting in front of the cabin window. He and El watch movies through the glass and chatter about nonsense until Hopper has had Enough and orders Mike to go home

Dustin: Mad Scientist

basically turning his home into a laboratory. His mother and the cat are his unwitting assistants. He has an entire army of robot spoons and forks. It’s slightly terrifying and his mother is desperate for lockdown to lift so he doesnt turn the house into that horrible house from the Disney movie

The Byers: Tik-Tok Goes the Clock

you guessed it. Will Byers spends all of quarantine on the app, and gets Joyce hooked. He regularly puts on powerpoint presentations (topics include ‘Ranking Jonathan’s Girlfriend’s’ which is just as funny as you think it’d be, ‘why Ratatouille the film deserves better’ and more) 

Jonathan is in hell (he can’t get those horrible songs out of his head) 

He calls Nancy to bitch, but she’s just as deep in tiktok land as the others, and sends them to him until he caves and gets hooked, too.

Lucas & Erica: Barbie V. GI Joe

the garage has been converted into a dollhouse/battlefield. Barbies and GI-JOE’s go head to head in combat, and also fall in love. Lucas will never admit it, but he actually enjoys the hell out of it. Erica is really good at the war games, for some reason.

Robin & Steve: Salon Central

Robin is constantly four seconds away from smacking Steve.

 They’ve watched so much Netflix it no longer asks them if they’re ‘still watching.’ 

Steve learns how to cut hair online, and though he goes through a rough few batches, Robin eventually lets him cut her hair, too. When lockdown starts to lift, Steve gives everyone haircuts in the front yard of he and Robin’s apartment complex.

[jensrolt]

thank you lovelies 💕 @snorbs and @yasminuh

~ get to know me better tag ~

favorite fictional character: kirishima ikuya my angst bb (I miss him), tsukishima kei, noor bauwens

top 5 shows: skam, free!, haikyuu!!, i've watched two eps of normal people (i like it so far💫), elite

top 5 movies: dead poets society, spirited away, ratatouille is a masterpiece, god help the girl💕, isle of dogs

what continent am i on: Asia 🌏

mental age: the spectrum lies from 18 to 30?

nickname: fae🧚‍♀️

favorite drink: water, cranberry juice, craving korean pear juice

room aesthetic: my room is an attic room!! imagine slanted ceiling, fairylights, overflowing bookshelf with books and art supplies, I've stuck some postcards and art on my wall and some canvas paintings too

clothes style: layers, i like outerwear and my favourite one is my corduroy jacket which... is probably unwise to wear here bcs of the heat :/ and mom jeans, docs, stripes, bracelets on both wrists

pronouns: she/her

last thing i ate: soy bean pudding called tau fu fah with brown sugar (LOVEEE💕💕💕)

top 5 bands: im gonna cheat and list who i listen to the most💫: the nbhd, halsey, ateez, aaaand a bunch of others

what stereotype i fall under: pocket sized x art hoe x wallflower

tagging if you want to💕 @boysrunaway @to-enter-polaris @the--rogue @palpitating-procrastination @youre-the-sun-flower @anywhereclosertome @hidden-joy @engelsnoor @noorengels @ayarambles @welcometo-saturn and anyone reading this💫

[meyhew]

ratatouille vs. the foxhole court: a comparative essay

so i was just. browsing my google docs and found this gem and i had to share it. thank u for reading it if u do (you should)

both remy and kevin are trapped in life

remy has his secret love of cooking that alienates him from his pack and his dad, the leader

kevin is stuck as second in command to a power hungry riko, the captain of the ravens

neither seem to be able to break out of that 

a dangerous event (caused by their respective “joys” in life) forces remy/kevin to break out of it 

remy is nearly killed by the old lady in the house and gets separated from his pack in all the commotion - caused by one of remy’s trips to the kitchen

riko breaks kevin’s hand and kevin leaves the nest - caused by kevin being better than riko

remy faces a crossroads in the storm drain 

= kevin’s choice between staying with the ravens and taking refuge with the foxes

remy follows gusteau’s spirit up into the city

= kevin following wymack to palmetto

remy/kevin finds something that gives them hope again

remy finds out that he’s in paris and sees gusteau’s restaurant

kevin realizes he can play exy again, but this time as a fox

an outsider finds themself somewhere they don't think they belong after their mother dies

linguini’s mother dies and sends him to gusteau’s to get a job

neil’s mother dies and he gets scouted by palmetto as a striker

remy/kevin is horrified by linguini’s/neil’s attempts

remy yells to himself about how linguini is ruining the soup

kevin yells at neil about his terrible playing technique - first game against breckenridge

remy/kevin takes it upon themself to fix linguini’s/neil’s mistake(s)

remy adds ingredients to fix the soup

kevin starts mentoring neil to hone his skill

skinner yelling at linguini for cooking and firing him

= foxes’ loss to breckenridge

linguini/neil protects remy/kevin in return

linguini hides remy and saves him when chef skinner orders remy’s death

neil stands up to riko on kevin’s behalf on kathy’s show

remy realizes he can control linguini’s actions by tugging his hair and helps him to cook

= kevin teaching neil raven drills

skinner assigning colette to watch and mentor linguini

= andrew giving neil a key and promising to watch his back

colette pinning linguini’s sleeve to the counter so she can yell at him = canon wjxjwkccjfjw

a key piece of information is revealed that could change linguini’s/neil’s life

skinner finds out that linguini is gusteau’s son and could legally take ownership of the restaurant 

skinner is power hungry and doesn't want to lose the restaurant

riko finds out neil is nathaniel

riko is power hungry and doesn't want to risk neil exposing the moriyamas

colette/andrew helps linguini/neil

colette teaches linguini proper cooking technique by yelling and threatening him

andrew gives neil the phone and helps him to get a hold of himself before the banquet/not run away

“So you see, we are artists. Pirate. More than cooks are we.” “We...?” “Oui. You are one of us now, oui?” “Oui.”

“You are a fox.”

“But from now until May you are still Neil Josten and I am still the man who said he would keep you alive.”

remy’s reunion with his family and the rat pack

= kevin’s reunion with the ravens at the banquet 

skinner’s interrogation of linguini over the rat

= riko’s interrogation of neil over him being moriyama property

django’s attempt at convincing remy to come back to the pack to be poison checker again

= jean telling kevin that he needs to come back to the ravens as a captain

remy/kevin faces a hard truth

django shows remy how humans kill rats all the time - remy refusing to believe that change is impossible

kevin having neil confirm that he was nathaniel - kevin saying he’ll still teach neil every night

colette warming up to linguini

= andrew starting to do things that neil “asks” 

remy finding the letter about linguini being gusteau’s son and the rightful owner of the restaurant, then giving the letter to linguini - unifies the kitchen staff against skinner

= neil inviting the upperclassmen to halloween at eden’s and further working to unify the team

ego coming to gusteau’s and challenging linguini to impress him

= the ravens beating the foxes in their first match 

“You’re slow for someone in the fast lane.” “And you’re thin for someone who likes food.” fgkhuyuhkj how fucking neil is that

remy interrupting linguini when he talks to the press about colette

= kevin is jealous that andrew does what neil asks 

“It’s fun to tell Kevin no.”

remy and linguini making ratatouille for ego and impressing him

= the foxes beating binghamton and making it to the big three

“Thank you. You were amazing.”

something big happens that affects everyone in a major way

the health inspector shutting gusteau’s down for a rat infestation

neil going missing after the game

both end happily

remy and linguini open a new bistro called la ratatouille

the foxes beat the ravens in the finals, riko fuckin DIES

linguini & colette - are together and adopt a million rats 

= andreil is together and adopts two cats 

i cried at both

miscellaneous: 

linguini and neil

pretty auburn curls :’)

wants to run at any sight of trouble

colette and andrew

both are reckless drivers

both can't believe how linguini/neil can be so stupid

remy and kevin

is better than linguini/neil dkgjjwjfj

genuinely have no idea what this is but i hope it was fun skhgdkfj thank u for ur time i dont go here anymore but i’ll always adore my boys (my old blog used to be @audreils if anyone remembers her) x

[vexedtonightmares]

thanks sm @sandalwoodhusbands for taggin me <33

rules: answer 17 questions & tag 17 people you want to know better

nickname: liv is a nickname but i have a million others that make no sense

zodiac sign: cancer sun, aquarius moon, scorpio rising

height: 5′ on a good day 

hogwarts house: slytherin (but pretty ravenclaw adjacent sometimes)

last thing i googled: "when was us drinking age raised to 21″ lmaO (perhaps.. for fic purposes..)

song stuck in my head: super duper party people by allie x

following and followers: 274 / 3078

amount of sleep i get: either 12 hours or 2 theres no in between

lucky number(s): 2

dream job: actress (but if i had any musical talent at all i’d either be a singer or in a band because i love music so much)

wearing: band t shirt and old dance sweatpants lol

favorite songs: i stand by bohemian rhapsody as my favorite song of all time but some current faves are run by joji, susie save your love by allie x, in your arms by coin, back of a cab by king princess, and beautiful faces by declan mckenna 

instruments: clarinet in middle school, but nothing else rip >:( i’m getting good at music production in garage band and audition tho !!

random facts:

a few weeks ago i watched ratatouille for 10 days straight and would honestly still be watching it every day if it wasn’t midterm time

a family friend of mine is good friends with brad pitt 

i learned how to embroider over winter break so i could embroider baby yoda on my shirts

i’m an art major with a film production minor ✌️ 

i have a brother a few years younger than me but everyone we meet always thinks we’re twins so we’ve stopped correcting people and are now actively trying to convince as many people as possible that we’re twins

aesthetic: constellations, glittery eye makeup, black clothes, doc martens, big cities at night, shadows, monochrome palettes, u know its really about that be gay do crimes sorta vibe meets 90′s grunge rockstar i guess

i feel like a lotta people have probably done this and i never know who has/hasn’t so if u wanna do it u can say i tagged u but i won’t tag anyone specifically for my anxieties sake lol