galwednesday:

silentwalrus1:

onion-souls:

tilthat:

TIL there are only around 120 anonymous Michelin restaurant inspectors in the world. They spend 3 out of every 4 weeks on the road, and must vacate a region for 10 years if they think a restaurant suspects their identity.

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Imagine thinking your spouse is a sexy secret agent for decades only to find out he’s a restaurant critic for fat tire boy magazine

#Shrunkyclunks AU where Steve’s a SHIELD agent and Bucky’s a Michelin inspector and they both think they have the same jobs #Bucky: I’m sorry babe they’re onto me we gotta move #Steve: okay honey I got your back *busts open the floor to grab go-bag full of cash and passports and guns* #Bucky: quick question #Bucky: what the fUCK

WELP, I incepted myself with my own tags, here’s a ficlet.


“Quick question,” Bucky said.

Steve looked up, but didn’t stop moving passports and stacks of cash into a nondescript blue duffel, his mind busily ticking through logistics. He’d grab the glock taped behind the hidden drawer in the desk on their way out, and they could buy new clothes once they got across the border into neutral territory, so they didn’t need much else, apart from whatever Bucky wanted to bring. One duffle should be enough. “Yeah, honey?”

“What the fuck.”

(continues beyond the cut)

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