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Just because Colette was willing to work with a rat who made good food for a night didn’t mean that she knew just how much of a chef Remy was. AKA, Remy’s ability to run a kitchen full of complete novices without opposable thumbs is not well recognized, and quality leadership is a familiar thing that Colette respects when she sees.
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Colette's pov of the movie ending after she decides to give Alfredo and his Little Chef a chance.Bookmarked by CrushedUpHuman
22 Dec 2025
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I've Never Heard Your Voice Out-Loud, But Your Laugh's Ringing In My Ears Somehow by Birdegg
Fandoms: Ratatouille (2007)
31 Jan 2020
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Remy scurries down her leg and onto the window sill that she is curled up on, extracting the tiny pen that is tied to the book by string. Linguini has been the one crazy enough to commission such a strange writing implement, mostly to stop the fights they had been gathering. Remy was Linguini’s little chef, a rat he had saved and a companion. To Colette, who had been introduced to him more as a boss (strangely) he was a person. Linguini was fine with the vague understanding Remy and his human companions could reach. Colette was not. If this rat could cook, by god he was going to write and tell her how he really felt about her Parmesan sauce.
Bookmarked by CrushedUpHuman
22 Dec 2025
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this is weirdly cute and i like it- theyre friends and they like each others company :)
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When Cristina and Meredith find themselves playing naked twister, they have to decide if best friends can be good lovers.
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Claudia used the change from her collection of motorcyclists to buy Madeleine a pair of heels that made her legs look long and beautiful.
“How do I look?” she asked, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Claudia wanted to pin her up on her wall.
“Tall,” she said. “No man will ever date you.”
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“What does it feel like?” she asks, “is it that bad?”
Madeleine hums, drags her hand a little lower to where her belly softly swells outwards. Claudia’s breath catches in her throat.
“It’s not the best feeling in the world, but it’s not terrible for me."
“I’m glad then, for you,” Claudia says, “but what does it feel like?”
A soft laugh, but not a mocking one. “Always so curious, ma voleuse.”
My thief. It sounds mean, but it’s said in good faith. Madeleine had taken to calling Claudia that when she had seen her horrified gut reaction to ma chérie. The lavender silk dress purchased in pickpocketed miscellany, and how she had stolen her away to the realm of monsters, where she belonged, Madeleine had explained to her.