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Aw, that’s awesome! I’m not surprised -- Michelin appears to understand which way the wind is blowing and has started placing more emphasis on flavor and quality of food, and less on the “white tablecloth” service aspect, like when they gave a star to a street food stall in Singapore in 2016.

Do you have a name for the food truck? I couldn’t find any news about this, but it’s tough to google a little because of all the news stories about the food stall michelin stars. I did find a story about a high-end restaurant with a truck that got a star for the restaurant, but that was from 2016.   

Everyone knows not to fuck with Tony Stark.

The man is a legend, has been almost since the moment he was born. “Hit the ground running,” his father’s friends used to chuckle, back when they saw little more than a promising kid that could be of use someday.

[Very few people knew that Howard Stark discovered Steve Rogers’ ship when Tony was sixteen. Of those involved, only one was HYDRA.

By the time Tony Stark was eighteen, he was an orphan, had a super soldier posing as his bodyguard and more blood on his hands than most soldiers by the time they retire.]

Everyone knows what happens to people who do.

[There’s nothing left of the Ten Rings now, and the government didn’t even pretend to put Stark on a sham trial for it. And if that wasn’t warning enough, Hammer certainly should’ve been. There’s very, very few people who can get away with murder on live television and not even get a slap on the wrist.]

One would think that most humans would be smart enough to stop trying to fuck with Tony Stark as a result. Unfortunately, one would underestimate the average human’s conviction that they are smarter than Tony Stark.

Which, when dealing with a very proud genius, seems like a pretty big risk to take, considering the way it’ll end if you’re wrong.

And even when you’re not afraid of Tony Stark – which you absolutely should be, the man is ruthless – there’s the matter of Corvin Tiffany. 

[Steve Rogers stepped out of the ice and straight into a HYDRA-infected battle field. When the dust settled, there were only Steve and his friend’s kid left standing. It could’ve been awkward, was certainly confusing, but.

They had a shared enemy to hunt and made for such an efficient combination.

Which doesn’t mean Steve doesn’t occasionally regret this partnership. Like when Tony Stark introduces him with the most ridiculous fake name Steve has ever heard as his bodyguard, the unapologetic little shit.]

Corvin Tiffany is Tony Stark’s right-hand man. His personal attack dog. Everyone knows that.

[Very few people know that Steve Rogers is Corvin Tiffany.]

This is why Natasha genuinely doesn’t understand why Stane did this. Even if he thought the assassination on Stark was worth it – doubtful – how the man could allow himself to be captured alive Natasha can’t possibly fathom. She knows twenty-five ways to kill himself that she’d prefer over giving himself over to Stark’s special brand of mercy.

And that would be if she hadn’t personally betrayed the man. 

Contrary to what an outsider might expect, Stark isn’t glaring at Stane. Isn’t threatening him or even breaking bones. He just stares with the same blank expression he wore when Natasha told him that Happy didn’t make it. It’s not an expression she ever wanted to see again, but here they are.

At least Stane has the good sense not to defend himself and the dignity not to beg. That gets tiresome fast.

Suddenly, Stark gets up.

Just walks straight out of the room without a backward glance. Lets the door fall shut behind him. [Natasha honestly can’t say she’s surprised. Stark rarely washes his hands off anyone quite like this, but. Betrayal is always personal and no one deals with personal quite like a Stark.]

“Ooooh,” Clint, simultaneously the most competent and most immature sniper Natasha has ever met, whistles ominously. “Daddy’s gonna leave your fate up to Papa for good. You’re fucked, my dude.”

That actually gets an incredulous “What?” from Stane.

Clint shrugs. Ignores Natasha’s glare. “What, it’s true. Know how everyone always says Stark’s the mind behind Corvin, how the guy is his loyal attack dog? What you and everyone else seem to miss every fucking time is that Stark is the leash. Ain’t that right, Captain?”

Rogers slowly eases himself out of the lounging position against the wall, impassive expression transforming into a lazy smirk as his gaze locks onto Stane, who’s eyes widen in recognition.

whenever there’s a big event (starting with armor wars), clint seems to almost always hate tony. this is mostly because events have been contingent on tony pulling some shenanigans that feel like betrayal, or tony and steve are pitted on opposite sides, and clint always sides with steve.

otherwise, clint and tony have a good, friendly relationship. although clint decided to become a superhero because he was jealous when the crowd in the circus saw iron man zoom by, tony’s the one who recruited clint into the avengers (tony also recruited steve, recruit #1, so clint is recruit #2) after all the founders decided to leave. the avengers became clint’s family, and tony and clint have served together for most iterations of its roster. clint thinks of him as a brother:

which means, of course, clint sometimes decides to be an annoying little brother:

The art world calls it abstract erotica, and they LOVE S.G. Rogers.

Pepper does too, she's obsessed with it until she sees the painting Steve does of Tony.

Tony and Rhodey, however, are men of science and abstract doesn't do shit for either of them. Also, Tony'd like to point out, there is nothing abstract about the work of art his ass is, thanks.

(But like, he is STUPID proud of Steve, and glad the critics are too, even if he doesn't actually get it.)

 I KEEP thinking about this piece of art. It's so great and fast on it's way to becoming one of my all-time favourites of Stevetony art. If there ever is a chance, could there be more of this??? Doberman!Tony and his cat harem! Or just all the different universe pairings being themselves. Haaaaaaaach....I just love everything about this!!!!!! <3

Does this answer your question? ;) Yes there’s going to be more, lots more I hope. I’m so glad you’re liking them, welcome to my dobe!tony agenda

@rineechan​ replied to your photo post:

Omg, this is SO GREAT!!! I was never sure whether people, especially the creators even see my tags since the blog is so small. But now! Here! You are!! Telling us we can tag away and the people it's intended for will see it!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! ALSO FOR THE ART! ESPECIALLY FOR ALL THE AMAZING LOVELY ART!!!!!!

I wanna learn!!!! What magical move embarrassed them enough to leave?

So, I was wearing a shirt that showed my bra. I knew it was showing my bra. Not even just the straps, like the actual cups, because the arm holes were so big. No big deal to me. I’ve got a lot of shirts like this. I’m old enough not to care--and quite honestly have been for several years. I literally only went to Target for shampoo and cat treats. I needed a shower and I was (and am still) sore af because of rock climbing yesterday.

And the ring leader of these little shits says, “Hey, your bra is showing!” And the other little shits begin laughing because apparently this is Grade A Comedy.

At this point I just roll my eyes in disgust because PLEASE. Do you think I actually give a shit. That’s not even funny. Get some new material. But then they started FOLLOWING ME AROUND AND TALKING ABOUT MY BRA SHOWING AS IF THIS WAS THE FUCKING 1800s. And we all know being followed around by a group of guys is terrifying regardless of their age. I wasn’t actually too scared because this was Target and there were a bunch of other customers so they sure as shit weren’t gonna try anything but it did make me incredibly nervous because Males Are Following Me.

Unfortunately for them I deal with fear and anxiety by getting outrageously pissed off about being scared and anxious.

I don’t quite remember exactly what I said when I turned to face them because my mind was covered in a red haze but it was approximately, “Do you think I give a shit? Did you think I WASN’T wearing a bra? That my tits just defy gravity? Grow the fuck up. Just because this is apparently the first bra your dumb ass has seen doesn’t mean you need to make a big deal of it. Oh no my bra is showing, AS IF I’M NOT AWARE OF THE CLOTHES I PUT ON. Stop following me or I’ll fucking beat you to death.”

Well, these idiots fucking scattered for the door, and as it turns out, LP was actually coming out to help me because someone had noticed these guys following me and called it in. “Please do not threaten to kill minors,” he told me. Yeah alright I could have left that last part out.