rat cook

Movie idea: Ratatouille, but instead of wanting to cook, the rat is a serial killer, so he climbs into people’s hair and makes them kill themselves. Alternatively, he uses the human in the movie as a tool to commit horrific murders.

progression of the catch phrase:

  • jamie presents the idea to hog, “you hook em, ill cook em”. hog has yet to warm up to it bc my god thats corny as hell
  • hog slowly comes around, tells rat to “cook em”, probably delighting rat to his core that the big guy doesnt actually hate it
  • hog has embraced the catch phrase and actually initiates it. “i’ll hook em–” and rat joyously reciprocates, “and i’ll cook em!”, the catch phrase has been solidified. the junkers are fucking dorks and i lvoe th
Bedtime story

(Child) Robb Stark x (Child)Reader x (Child) Jon Snow

Words: 895
Notes: Y/N = your name.

Warnings: fluff.

Imagine being a child living in Winterfell with Robb and Jon, and falling asleep in Robb’s bed with him and Jon.


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It was, all in all, a warm night: a wool blanket was enough to keep Robb, Jon and you warm. You three were in Robb’s room, wrapped together in bed with you stuck between them, listening intently to the Old Nan telling the Rat Cook tale. In all honesty, you couldn’t tell which was scarier, if the story or the Old Nan herself. The cook was giving you the creeps, but at the same time you were trembling because of the shrunken wrinkled face that appeared so ghostly by the candle light. As the woman was speaking, you imperceptibly turned to glimpse Jon, serious and focused; then you looked at Robb and saw him smirking off his face. It certainly seemed like you were the only one who was almost frightened to death; anyway, you couldn’t let the two boys knowing about it, so you swallowed your fear and went back to listen to Old Nan.

It seemed like hours until the story ended and you were now watching the woman leaving slowly and wobbly, not before she recommended Jon and you to return to your respective bedrooms. As to make a point, Old Nan left the door open letting the cold air from the hallway in.

– Are we going? – Jon asked you, but Robb started to protest.

– Already tired? – he complained standing up on the furs of his bed while his half-brother, instead, got off jumping on the floor. Jon handed you your little shoes even before he could put his own on, to keep you from touch the cold ground with bare feet.

– If lady Catelyn finds us here, she will scold us again – he insisted looking up to Robb.

– I can hide you! – the auburn haired boy exclaimed and with that he jumped off the bed too and grabbed one of Jon’s boot. Jon tried to steal it from his grasp, but he failed. – And – his brother went on looking at you, – Y/n wants to stay, I know!

He then got closer to you that were slipping the second shoe on, – Stay here, Y/n – he plead. Meanwhile Jon finally succeeded in having his boot back.

– Jon… – you begged with an uncertain expression on your face, hoping not to make him mad. Actually, the idea to stay alone in your dark room after that creepy tale really wasn’t so appealing. That happened every time and this was the reason you played for time with Robb and Jon so often after curfew. So, it was only your fault if lady Catelyn had dressed the three of you down for the last three days. Being the apple of his mother’s eye, Robb didn’t seem to mind the scolds at all, but Jon, of course, was another matter. Lady Catelyn didn’t like him and he knew it pretty well, and he just wished not to make her upset; but as a little child, he also wished to stay with his friends having fun as long as possible. Because of that, now he was staring at his feet, one still bare and cold on the floor, pondering what to do.

Robb patted his shoulder with a wide smile – Let’s build up a barricade! – he said.

– A barricade? – you asked confused, watching as Robb closed the door of his room trying to be as silent as possible and then Jon giving up to your will with a sigh. He took off the only boot he was wearing and reached you on the mattress, quickly followed by Robb.

– A barricade against the Rat Cook – he explained glancing strangely at Jon, who started to crawl towards you murmuring – Because if you don’t hide…

– He will eat you! – they both burst out tickling you and making you scream. Anyway, Robb was fast enough to shout you up by putting a hand on your mouth, scratching your belly with the other along with Jon. After a while they got tired and exhausted from all the laughs, and let you rest, panting breathless.

– I hate you – you whined moving under the blankets. You covered yourself above your head, and in there you listened to the boys whispers.

You made her mad – Robb said and Jon answered back he was the one who tickled you more. Later you heard the soft sound of the covers raising as the boy slipped down there with you.

– Sorry, Y/n – Jon muttered grasping the hem of your nightdress as Robb laid down next to you too; you felt Robb’s little hand stroking your cheek and then he asked – You’re not crying, are you?

Fully aware you succeeded in your plans, you started to giggle.

– You really are stupid! – and they tickled you again.

***

Catelyn found the three of you sleeping in Robb’s bed when she came to check for her son. Even if you disobeyed her for the fourth time in a week, she could not disturb your dreams. The simple way Robb rested, keeping you in a genuine embrace and holding Jon too at the same time, melted her heart.

– Oh, Ned… – she whispered as her husband walked in, unable to hide a warm smile.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her temple.

– Let them stay here for tonight.

Catelyn nodded. They gave a last look to you and went out, closing the door gently as not to waken you.



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This was very short, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway =)

anonymous asked:

Just reread your Winter Queen Essays, great BtW, prompting this Question: Do you think that Wyman Manderly went through all the motions just prior to the Frey boy's departing from his care because he was trying to protect his immediate family from any potential backlash from the Frey pies saga or was it to protect the legacy of House Manderly for his future descendants? Was this a personal attack on the Freys, never meant to see the light of day or would he have publicly reveled in his deceit?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

Oh, I definitely think Manderly was being very careful in how he treated the Freys who came to White Harbor. He knew what revenge he wanted, but I think he wanted to be very clear that he was not some accursed oathbreaker like the Freys; he was going to follow all the rules of guest right, and then take his revenge. He hints as much to Davos at what he is going to do:

“The Freys came here by sea. They have no horses with them, so I shall present each of them with a palfrey as a guest gift. Do hosts still give guest gifts in the south?”

“Some do, my lord. On the day their guest departs.”

“Perhaps you understand, then.” Wyman Manderly lurched ponderously to his feet.

That giving of a guest gift is a very important stage in the host-guest relationship; the act marks the end of a host’s obligation to a guest. Wyman explicitly tells the Freys in Winterfell that he gave his guests “guest gifts” when they left White Harbor, and that “many and more bore witness to our parting”; Manderly was putting on the most obvious show possible to indicate that his obligations as a host - namely, to do no harm to his guests - was at an end. I have no doubt that the minute those Freys made one step outside the gates of White Harbor, Manderly men had them arrested and executed. 

Still, Manderly is not exactly subtle about what he did:

… Wyman Manderly himself served, presenting the first steaming portions to Roose Bolton and his fat Frey wife, the next to Ser Hosteen and Ser Aenys, the sons of Walder Frey. “The best pie you have ever tasted, my lords,” the fat lord declared. “Wash it down with Arbor gold and savor every bite. I know I shall.”

She gestured toward Lord Manderly with her wine cup. "Have you ever seen a fat man so happy? He is almost dancing. Serving with his own hands.”

It was true. The Lord of White Harbor was the very picture of the jolly fat man, laughing and smiling, japing with the other lords and slapping them on the back, calling out to the musicians for this tune or that tune.

And then, toward the end of the feast, he gets even more blatant: 

Lord Manderly was so drunk he required four strong men to help him from the hall. “We should have a song about the Rat Cook,” he was muttering, as he staggered past Theon, leaning on his knights. “Singer, give us a song about the Rat Cook.”

Now, that said, I don’t think Manderly was necessarily going to point-blank tell anyone “Hey, by the way, I killed those Freys and made you eat them”; even drunk, all Manderly does is give broad hints toward it, and he refuses to admit to Hosteen that he did anything to the Freys who visited White Harbor. I think it’s enough for him that he knows what he did, and that he not only stuck himself to all the rules of the host-guest relationship, but avenged his son and all the men who died at the Red Wedding too. Every Northerner knows the story of the Rat Cook, and Manderly would not be similarly cursed; “a man has a right to vengeance”, as that story went, and Manderly had taken his, but had done everything he needed to do as a host before he took it.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

I think a lot about Tabris leaving the Alienage.

Tabris, who’d known nothing but city slums all their life seeing nature first hand. They realize the air isn’t supposed to smell like chamber pots and stagnant water. That grass can be soft and thick and grow in more than just patches.

Tabris, who believe a good meal was a fat rat cooked in water gathered from the rain that leaked through the roof. They learn that it’s okay to eat more than once a day and seconds are in fact a thing. Then feeling guilt because they should have saved that for someone else.

Tabris, who upon finding their armor getting more snug cries not because “oh no I’m getting fat”but because they have never not been able to count their ribs.

Tabris, who is hostile towards humans not because they hate them but because they’re scared and all they’ve ever known is abuse from shem. It takes a while to adjust and to learn that not everyone treats elves with such disregard.

Tabris learning there is life outside of dividing walls and derelict buildings

              ✧・゚:*✧・゚:* ✧・゚:*✧・゚:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Something that always baffles me is when sjws and overly sensitive kids are in fandoms related to dark, edgy, or gross content. Like the cancer crew fandom. They are offended as normal sjws but watch content where a guy jokes about suicide, cooks dead rats, says’ “Nigger Faggot”, and just so much more shit like if you are so offended why the fuck do you watch it?

Ratatouille

Ratatouille mother truckers!!!

This dish is so super because it’s a simple, french po’ man’s dish, but you can make it look fancy.

Veggies used:

  • eggplant
  • zucchini
  • zucchini squash
  • orange bell pepper

These are pretty traditional veggies for the dish, but you can add and subtract as you please. For example, I think portabello mushrooms would go well with this.

Sauce:

  • tomatoes (blended up)
  • onion
  • basil
  • oregano 
  • garlic

*also, have olive oil handy if you use it

Prep:

For sauce:

Dice desired amount of onion up and mince garlic (I use a ton of garlic because I just really love it). Saute in a pot until lightly brown.

Add other ingredients and stir over low heat.

For dish:

If you’re on the go (or just really hungry and excited):

Chop veggies up and add them to the pot.

Heat everything up and enjoy.

If you want to be fancy like Remy the rat:

Preheat oven to 400F (or 350 if you have a nicer oven than I)

Slice vegetables really thin.

Grab a large pot or dish and put a layer of sauce on the bottom.

Mix the veggies in with the rest of the sauce (I also added olive oil when I did this, but you don’t have to)

Place veggies fancily in your dish.

Cook in oven for roughly 40-45 min


Viola!

I’m Dying

After chapter 844, I am totally loss for words. My heart is aching so badly.

But through this chapter, I can see how much Luffy treasure his cook. Throughout the whole fight, he just refused to lay any hand on Sanji. Because he knows Sanji is already emotionally hurt and he couldn’t bear to give him any more pain… 

And we all know how much Luffy LOVES food and he is willing to starve to the death. 

Imagine how is Sanji feeling after that line. He is the most precious cook who will cook for enemies, cook for rats, cook for ANYBODY. And right now, his captain had showed his trust through this way. 

To be honest, I am a little bit disappointed in Nami. But at the same time, maybe she also know the truth and she needs to protect her captain too. BUT WHY SHE SLAPS SANJI T.T WHY

The way Sanji cried just killed me. 

anonymous asked:

White Lotus: "What should we do now?"

“What should we do now?”, he asked. 

“Well, there are no more grimm around, everything’s safe and we won’t get out of this town before dawn. So… would you like to have dinner?”

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, let’s find a place to eat. There must be a couple of restaurants around here. Not this one though, I swear I’ve seen a rat near the trash cans and it actually looks like the rats are the cooks and the meal.”

He smiled as she walked past him. The moonlight made her look so beautiful.