So I was rewatching the beginning of The Avengers and I noticed something

When Clint shoots Fury, he shoots at his chest, which seemed like an odd choice to me. If Clint had been far away or not one of the best marksman SHIELD’s got it would make more sense to aim for center mass instead of the head, which is unprotected and much more likely to be a lethal shot if hit, but Clint’s up close and there’s no way he couldn’t hit Fury straight through his damn eyepatch if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. He aims for the chest. Fury comments that he always wears a bulletproof vest, and considering Clint’s frequent contact with Fury and his attention to detail he can’t be unaware of this. Clint shot Fury the one place where Nick had a chance of surviving while still looking out for the count.

Further, in his initial encounter with Maria Hill after that, he shoots at her and doesn’t manage to hit her. It’s easy to give Maria all the credit for this (and I’m not for an instant trying to downplay how good of an agent she is) but the fact is that Clint “I Never Miss” Barton goes on to shoot a goddamn thumb drive into a usb port. If he wanted to hit Maria, he could have.

But he didn’t. 

Clint Barton was fighting Loki’s control with everything he had. Loki had a fucking infinity stone, there’s no way that Clint could overcome that, but maybe, just maybe, he could resist enough to save his friends. 

tl;dr Clint is so much stronger than everyone gives him credit for

weirdly specific aus that have happened to me
  • i work at an injury prevention clinic and i told you to treat your injury with RICE (rest, ice, compression, elevation) and the next day you brought me five different brands of actual rice and asked which would work better
  • we don’t know each other but you proposed to me for a klondike bar at a student involvement fair and i actually said yes
  • we were innocently driving down a dark highway in separate cars when a police car pulls behind us and turns on its lights, so we both pull over into a Starbucks parking lot because we didn’t know who the cop was after, but it turns out he was after the car behind us and now we’re just staring at each other in a parking lot and flashing one another big smiles and thumbs-ups for driving safely and obeying the law
  • excuse me, i’ve been sitting in this seat since the semester started, and i know that college doesn’t have a seating chart, but that is still my spot that you’ve taken and i will gladly take it back if you could just scoot your boot somewhere else, and no, giving me your number will not change my mind
  • the fire alarm went off in the science building during our chemistry lab and our teacher told us to stay while he went to check to see if it was a drill or not and left and it’s been 10 minutes and he hasn’t come back, and you and I wonder whether we should keep titrating because we’re finally getting it or evacuate
  • i wanted to see if my leg would fit in the hole of the chair and it did, but now i’m stuck and you had to help me out. two weeks later, i decided to see if i could do it again, and i got stuck again, and you just stared at me and starting laughing. you still helped me out though.
  • you were playing wheelchair basketball and i’m the medic working the game in case of injury or emergency, and you ran over my foot with your wheelchair, and i think you broke my toe??
  • you tried to scale the building and got your shoe stuck in the ivy/vines on the brick work, and now you’re knocking on the window and asking me to toss your shoe up to you
  • you said you didn’t think i was brave enough to kick you in the balls, so i did to prove you wrong, and now you’re on the ground in pain, and i don’t know whether to smile victoriously or cry
  • i tried to jump off the bench into your arms, but you weren’t expecting me, and you just saw this large object flying at you so you backed up quickly, and i’m on the ground, there’s two of you, and oh my god, do i have a concussion?
  • you were being polite and holding the door open for me, and i jogged to the door so you weren’t standing there for a while just holding it open, but when i got there, you slammed it shut and i banged my face against the door. only then did i realize that a squirrel tried to get inside through the open door, so you shut it to keep the squirrel out, but now you opened it back up and are apologizing because i have a bloody nose, and you feel awful and are walking me to the nurse’s office.

Inside the dangerous operation to smuggle free information into North Korea

In most of the Wi-Fi-enabled world, thumb drives are already a throwback; the latest Apple laptops don’t even come with a way to plug them in. But in the insular and rogue state of North Korea, USB drives have become a symbol of resistance.

Human rights groups based in South Korea, the United States and elsewhere load the flash drives with hours of foreign films like Titanic and TV shows like Friends, along with South Korean dramas and religious texts. Then they smuggle them north using drones, helium balloons or a secretive underground network of smugglers.

The hope is that thousands, if not millions, of North Koreans will get their hands on foreign media on a scale so large it could someday undermine the same regime that’s trying to brainwash them.

But in Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, a land where people often turn to the black market to make money, watching a foreign film or reading an independent newspaper could bring terrible consequences.

It could mean paying a bribe to an officer or spending time in one of the nation’s many gulags — or, in some cases, even worse. Read more (6/28/17)

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*has a thought about digging further into clinton child trafficking allegations*

*HUGE piano falls from out of nowhere and smashes on the ground inches in front of me*

“hey you know what? Maybe I’ll just go have a nice glass of tap water instead.”

*guy wearing sunglasses and earpiece, sitting in a nearby van gives me a smile and a thumbs up, then drives off*


Summary: Your anxiety gets the better of you doing a photoshoot for an undercover mission and Bucky checks up on you, wonder what happened.

Warnings: anxiety attack, sexual tension, fluff, oral (reader receiving), fingering

A/N: It’s Bucky’s birthday and with all the fics being written for it, I thought I’d go ahead and write a quick one-shot! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” You folded your arms across your chest, anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“All you have to do put on a few swimsuits and plant this thumb drive in one of their computers when no one’s looking.” Nat held up a usb drive with Stark printed across the plastic. 

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Remember that time when Sherlock discovered that the teammate Mary abandoned without so much as a backward glance, who endured six years of torture because of it, had some hard feelings and was trying to kill her, so Sherlock went to John with the information and the thumb drive to ask him what to do, and John said something along the lines of, “Yeah, if you offer to help her, she’ll definitely attack you like she did the last time you tried to help her, so we’d better just put a tracking device in the thumb drive now so that she doesn’t get too far when she runs after, because you know she will, Sherlock, that’s her pattern, and also maybe wear a bullet vest when you go meet her, yeah?” and Sherlock agreed to it and everything happened exactly the way they thought it would? Remember that? Just checking. 

Driving With Hand Controls, A Cripple’s Guide

Note: This post assume’s you’re using the standard “down for gas, push for break” hand controls on your vehicle combined with a steering nob:

Driving with hand controls can be complicated. Here’s a quick list of tips to make it easier:

Lock the Wheel

If you can manage to get in and out of your vehicle without moving the steering column, opt to have it locked in place when your hand controls are installed. This gives you a lot more flexibility when choosing the positioning of the hand controls and steering knob

Armrests Are Your Friend

When driving with hand controls, rest your left elbow on the door and your right elbow on the console arm rest. Not only does this prevent your arms from getting tired during long drives, it also prevents you from accidentally hitting the gas and break at the same time when using the hand controls. Speaking of which….

Pull the Gas / Break Lever Towards You When Accelerating and Push Up When Breaking

This will prevent you from accidentally hitting the gas and the break at the same time. How do you know if you’re hitting the gas and the break at the same time? Your tachometer will start to redline while your car goes nowhere.

Hone Your Muscle Memory

The key to mastering hand controls is mastering honing your muscle memory. With the car on and in park (you don’t want to do this with the car off or you might flood the engine), practice things like accelerating while turning on the blinker, wipers, and headlights or keeping a steady speed while adjusting the radio. Sound difficult? There’s actually a little trick to it.

Learn to Drive with Your Thumbs

Okay, this part sounds kinda crazy but here me out. If you need a free hand to do something like turn on the wipers or change radio stations, keep the steering wheel steady by pressing your thumb hard against it while you do whatever you need to do with your free hand.

Got questions about driving? Submit a question or send me a note.

Some thoughts on the Watson marriage

First of all, upfront: I believe Mary and John sincerely loved each other and were genuinely trying to make their relationship work. But clearly, at least on some levels, it was not working, and I want to play armchair marriage counsellor for a bit and look at why.

So, obviously, the first major misstep in their marriage is Mary lying about her history and identity, and then shooting John’s best friend to protect her secret.  Why didn’t she just tell him who she was from the beginning? 

MARY: John can’t ever know that I lied to him. It would break him and I would lose him forever.

She was terrified that he wouldn’t love her if he found out about her past.  What might have given her that idea?  What messages was John sending her that his love was conditional on her being ordinary, sweet, and safe?

In some ways, John’s behavior after he finds out the truth proves her fears unjustified.  Though he struggles for a while, he doesn’t leave her, and he makes a renewed commitment to their relationship.  So far so good.  But look at what he says to her:

JOHN: The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future … are my privilege. It’s all I have to say. It’s all I need to know.

It’s a very romantic moment, and clearly well-intentioned. And Mary is grateful for his forgiveness, and agrees to move forward with him.  But there’s a mixed message hidden in John’s statement.  In throwing away the thumb drive unread, he’s confirming her suspicion that he can’t love the person she was in the past, only the persona she has created.  

MARY: You don’t even know my name.
JOHN: Is ‘Mary Watson’ good enough for you?

Here again – it’s a lovely and romantic sentiment, but even as Mary was thrilled to accept his forgiveness, she must have gotten the message that Mary Watson is acceptable, but her history as Rosamund is not.  That could only have heightened her sense of insecurity in the relationship.  It would have been a much more generous gesture on John’s part if he had simply asked her name at that moment, instead of shoving it into the closet of things we must never speak of.

In TST, John acts surprised that Mary is still keeping secrets from him, but what choice did he give her?  He basically told her there’s this whole part of her life that he doesn’t want to hear about.  

And when he does catch her in her lies, John tries to be understanding, but he makes another small mistake with big repercussions:

JOHN: Mary, I may not be a very good man, but I think I’m a bit better than you give me credit for, most of the time.

I think what he means is that he’s not as judgmental as she thinks – she doesn’t need to hide from him, because he would support her even in difficult times.  But by phrasing it in terms of him being “good”, he also unintentionally reminds her that she is not good.  This is a difference between them in her mind: he is good and she is bad.  

MARY: You’re always a good man, John. I’ve never doubted that. You never judge; you never complain. I don’t deserve you.

She seems here to be accepting his claim that he won’t judge her. But in saying that she doesn’t deserve him, she’s highlighting the fact that he makes her feel lesser, which makes her insecure and leads her to lie and misrepresent herself in order to seem “good” enough for him.  

Once they get back home, she states this problem again, even more clearly:

MARY: You don’t make it easy, do you?
JOHN: What d’you mean?
MARY: Well, being … being so perfect.

Unmistakably, she is trying to tell him how hurt she is by the roles they’ve unwittingly assigned each other: Perfect John and Bad Mary.  And at last, it seems like John gets it. Before they’re interrupted, he starts to tell her about his affair in an effort to reassure Mary that neither of them is perfect.  It feels like the best chance they have for a fresh start based on a better understanding of and respect for each other as real, flawed people.

Then, sadly, Mary dies before they are able to hash this out. And one of the most tragic elements of her death scene is this:

MARY: Being Mary Watson was the only life worth living.

Mary wants to leave their relationship on the best note possible, but it breaks my heart that even with her dying breaths, she feels the best way to do this is to deny the “bad Rosamund” that John always seemed to be rejecting, and present herself as the “good Mary” that she believed John wanted her to be.

And the thing is, I don’t think John ever intended her to feel that way.  He wears a conventional veneer, but Sherlock is right – deep down, John wanted to be with someone as dangerous and morally grey as he is.  He initially thought he wanted perfect Mary, but he really fell in love with the more complicated Rosamund underneath.

And yet, even though he loved her, forgave her, and respected her for the most part, a part of him was still angry and resentful over Mary’s betrayal, and I think he unconsciously picked on her for it in these subtle ways.  

Which is understandable, if not ideal.  But what *really* saddens me is what John says at the end of TLD:

JOHN: I’m not the man you thought I was; I’m not that guy. I never could be. But that’s the point. That’s the whole point. Who you thought I was… is the man who I want to be.

No, John, no!  He’s so close here, but then he gets it so wrong.  Mary doesn’t want you to be that perfect man she thought you were! Mary thought that dude was kind of a jerk!  And she was right, honestly.  What Mary was trying to tell you is, that man is sanctimonious, patronizing, and judgmental.  DON’T BE THAT GUY.  No one likes that guy, least of all Mary.  

Mary didn’t want a “good man”, she wanted a partner in crime. Someone who understood her and respected her – ALL of her, not just the pretty and well-behaved bits.  At your best, John, you were that partner, but at your worst, you were a superior, scolding, hypocritical prig.

I’m not sure, but I think (I hope?) this is what Sherlock’s getting at during this exchange:

SHERLOCK: It’s not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling, from time to time, that we might all just be human.
JOHN: Even you?
SHERLOCK: No. Even you.

The lesson John needs to learn is not to be a better man for the perfect, imaginary version of Mary in his head, but to be kinder and more accepting and empathetic to the real, flawed person Mary actually was.  And to honor her memory, perhaps be kinder and more accepting and empathetic to people like her – including himself.

I wonder how Sebastian feels about being in a relationship with the most wealthy nerd ass fuck in Stardew Valley.

Like I purposly bought materials for a barn, fully upgraded it, and then filled it with pigs entirely to burn money because i was upset about having made too much from mining the.. mines.. while i was doing a lot of monster slayer missions in a row and making artisan goods ok.
So like that plus my auto watering/animal care mod, i have much money. Many, many monies.

But i imagine Farmer Moe acts like they don’t have many monies, perhaps some moneys, but not many monies. Because they came from a very modest life and a dead end job in the city where they lived on ramen and joja cola. Money went to utilities and temple.
They are simple person.

So I just imagine Seb’s computer breaking and him freaking out and them being like “ok calm down– use mine to look one up on Jojazon.”
“Thanks, babe.”
So they’re looking and Seb looks at bare minimum ones that will work because he’s thinking of what he’s got in the bank. They start at like 300g and he’s sweating bullets, he has like 450g total and he still has to think about tax and shipping and oh Yoba… 
“Don’t you… need like, a super fast fancy thing?” 
“Well, like, i can get by till i make more and i can upgrade..”
“Lemme see.” Moe clicks on the sort for highest rated. “Would that be better?”
“… That is a 9,000g computer, Moe.”
“Yeah. But would it be better for your coding and design things?”
“I could do so many things with that.” He paused. “That is so fucking expensive though. I don’t think i’ve ever seen that much money, let alone thought about spending that much.”
Moe shrugged and added it to the cart. “Kay.”
“I make that in literally a day.”
He had to take a few breathes and blink a few times. “What?”
“Do you know how much rich motherfuckers will pay for truffle infused mayonnaise. A fucking lot.” They shrugged. “Just put what you need into the cart and get your code on, hun. I know your job’s important to you, you’re an independent guy and i get that but i wanna help. So, i’m helping.”
”Thank you, but i think i need to lay down.”
Moe patted his shoulder. “Same.”
Sebastian was face down on their couch while they typed in payment info for the computer, a work tablet to manage emails so he could keep his computer sterile re: computer to computer interaction aside of thumb drives, a back up computer, and a pack of stick drives. He was processing the fact they were spending the equivalent of like, 5 years of his family’s income on him. 

The fact Moe flopped on the rug by Seb and held his hand in mutual ‘omfg that was so much money’ is not the point.

Because helping is good but holy shit money anxiety is there no matter how much you have

Use Your Words (M)

Genre: Smut

Characters: You/Chanyeol

Summary: Chanyeol just got done in the shower and it turned you on.

Word Count: 827

Warning(s): M/18+/Strong language/Fingering

A/N: Not the best but I needed to write something because hot daMN this boy has been on my mind 24/7

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101 mission briefings for Conspiracist:

  • A German-style garden gnome with the left eye removed
  • A USB thumb drive containing a single photo of an orange kitten with an American $100 bill in its mouth
  • A black fedora with a plastic fork in the hatband in place of a feather
  • A High Priestess tarot card (from the Marseilles deck, if the players think to ask) with a moustache and goatee scribbled on in black felt pen
  • A box of Boston cream donuts, one short of the full dozen
  • A pair of pre-1983 Barbie dolls, bound together at the wrist with a pair of tiny plastic handcuffs
  • A self-sealing freezer bag filled with mouse bones
  • A V2-brand vape pen and a half-litre bottle of vanilla rootbeer float flavoured vape fluid
  • A pair of casino dice with faces numbered 0-5 rather than 1-6
  • 144 cases of frozen English muffins (72 muffins per case), delivered by express courier

(Clearly we’re well short of 101 - feel free to add your own!)

No Light, No Light

Bucky Barnes X Reader oneshot

Words: 1427

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff (mentioned), Clint Barton (mentioned), Loki Laufeyson (mentioned)

Warnings: Winter Soldier being triggered, Hydra jerks, violence, kissing, bad writing, ends with fluff.

Author’s Note: Hi there! I am working on requests but thought I would go ahead and post this that I wrote a while ago. This imagine was inspired by the song No Light, No Light by Florence + The Machine, which I love. I hope you like it! (This is basically un-edited by the way, sorry.) Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors. Enjoy!


Originally posted by evansmaximoff

(All gif credit to owners. Also, I do not own any of the characters in this one-shot, only the story itself.)

Bright blue eyes.

One of the things you loved most about James Buchanan Barnes, your teammate that you were slowly falling in love with.

But that is not what you were seeing now.

It started out as a seemingly mundane mission. Get into the HYDRA base, retrieve intel, get out. Simple, right? Wrong!

“(Y/N), have you gotten to the intel yet,” asked Steve through the comms system.

“Not yet, Cap. I’m still tring to crack the firewall.”

“Well you better hurry,” Bucky interrupted, “I’m almost out of ammunition and it looks like these HYDRA goons will just keep coming.”

“Trying my best,” you huffed out.

While you were hacking the mainframe, Bucky managed to be seperated from his best friend. Steve was able to fight off the agents nearest him and made his way to you. As you were putting away the thumb drive full of information, Steve found his way to the computer room.

“Glad you finally made it, Stevie. Ready to leave?” you asked the captain.

“We’ve gotta find Buck first (Y/N),” Steve snapped at you, “We can’t leave without him.”

“Let’s find him then. We’ll stick together, check the east wing first. Maybe Barnes just got… Lost…” you trailed off as a dark presence made itself known. Steve noticed this and turned around from where he was standing facing you.

Standing before you was the Winter Soldier, an obvious difference from Bucky Barnes. The light in his beautiful eyes was gone, replaced by a darkness you had only seen once before. This is not Bucky, this is Winter.

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A Certain Elegance (II)

Or in which the team sees the security footage of Lance torturing Joras. 

If you haven’t read the first one and felt like the torture scene was cut off or simply just not enough, here’s the cctv along with the team’s reactions to  A Certain Elegance 

*** I am extremely sorry for taking this long to post this! I had trouble with the structure and flow of this story that I had to scrap the whole thing and rewrite it over and over- it sucked!! (And it still is in my opinion). But I’d rather post it now than not post at all, right? So I guess I’m apologizing for two things: 1) That this took so long to write, and 2) That the structuring and flow might be a little iffy..***

Caution: This turned out longer- waaaaay longer- than what I planned!

Enjoy :))

To say that Shiro was concerned was an understatement. Being the Black paladin does that to you. He had to juggle being a leader and being a friend to the other paladins, balance between being stern like a General, and being considerate like a friend. He thought he’s been doing a good job so far, ordering the others around with a firm tone and patting their backs for a good job; until now. 

The other paladins- Keith, Hunk, and Pidge- were already in their lions waiting for the wormhole from the Castle of Lions, all except the Blue Paladin. Shiro tried to play no favorites when it comes to his teammates, giving them equal attention if need be, but Lance was beginning to occupy most of his thoughts. 

“Yo, my dudes. Aww you guys so sweet, waiting for me.” Lance’s face projected in his lion’s screen. 

“About time.” Katie’s face popped up on his screen. 

“I was outnumbered Pidge, get off my case…” Shiro let them drone on into a harmless squabble of words against words, but one thing stole his attention. 

Shiro may have been used to the sly and seemingly innocent act Lance pulls during diplomatic missions, but the splatter of blood on his helmet was a surprise. ‘Maybe it’s alien blood. He did say he was surrounded.’ He thought, wishing the cold tendrils of suspicion let him go. 

The tendrils of suspicion didn’t let him go. Instead, it gripped him tight and held on for dear life. 

 "If you’re such an amazing paladin, what did you get out of that Galra ship, Keith?“ 

"Well, me and Hunk, managed to hack into their servers.” Keith held out a small thumb drive, “You are looking at the ship’s security footage from the year it was used until we sacked the place." 

"Ha, don’t make me laugh.” Lance opened a zipper in his flight suit and fished out a data pad, “Behold! The data pad containing all information about the ship’s plans, course, slaves, meal plans and all of the above! Beat that, Keith." 

Keith scoffed, "For all we know, that data pad’s full of malware and alien porn." 

"It’s from one of the Generals who supervised Shiro in the pits, mullet head…" 


There was blood splattered everywhere on Lance’s white and blue armor, from his helmet, his breastplate down his knee guards. There were also dark spots on his black flight suit that Shiro assumed it was alien blood not Lance’s. He met the princess’ eyes and they both had the same suspicion. 

What the hell did Lance do this time? 

'Shit,’ Lance thought, 'of all the things they could find, they’d have to find security tapes.' 

 After the debriefing in the Bridge, Lance made his way to the showers. Lance walked in strides, letting his long legs do their work. He undressed in a way where he’s taking off armor and flightsuit in an efficient way yet not looking like he’s in a hurry, like he’s not a bundle of nerves. 

The blood on his hands was still warm as well as the memory of blade gliding across skin, leaving a trail of vibrant red. Lance shivered despite the warm spray of water against his body. The thrill of letting loose a part of him that he badly kept a secret was a complete euphoric feeling. It was like the flood gates were finally open, setting free the torrent that was the Salazar in him. And for it to be contained yet again because of a thumb drive the size of- well - his thumb, Lance scoffed at the cruel joke that was his life.

He scrubbed at his chest, reliving the sensation of warm blood and tears on his fingers. 


He lifted his hand to his face. Lance watched the beautiful crimson of Joras’ blood wash away from his fingers like it was never there. He frowned with the thought of the others finding out that part of his life. 

Lance was and never will be ashamed of who he is. He planned on telling the team about his upbringing and his family, but now was not the time. They are fighting an intergalactic war, the fate of the entire universe are on their hands, they don’t need any distractions right now. That means no surprise attacks in the form of him being a mafioso was needed. And also, Lance was wary on how the team would take it. Will they look at him differently? Would they treat him at an arm’s length?

A feeling of warm comfort hummed in the back of his mind, gently waving through his body.


Blue sent him feelings of acceptance and assurance, telling him that the team will understand, that they will not think badly of him. Lance smiled at the comfort that his sentient lion was sending him. But he was still reluctant about the cctv footage. There has to be a way where the team doesn’t find out he’s a Salazar and still hold on to the high of being one.

A mischievous spark of an idea jolted Lance out of his thoughts.

“Of Course!” Lance exclaimed and hurriedly looked for anyone who might have heard him.      

When he was sure no one was listening, Lance started formulating his plan. But little did he know, he was smiling that Salazar smile once again.

“Knock, knock. Pidgey, open up!“

Pidge looked up from her laptop and sighed. She knew that voice, heard it over and over again until she can pick it out in a crowd.


She groaned when the knocking hasn’t stopped. What she would give for some peace and quiet-

“Pidge, you know I come from a big family, I can do this all day!”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, geez!“

PIdge trudged to her door and placed her hand on the pad on the wall. The door opened to a Lance wearing that stupidly soft robe with an equally stupid green goo on his face. 

“What do you want?“

“Well hello to you too, Katie.“

PIdge gave Lance a pointed look.

“I’m just here to give you the data pad I retrieved from the Galra ship, no need for your sass, Pidgey.”

PIdge took the data pad from Lance. “Is that all? If you haven’t noticed, I have a shit ton of video feed to go through.”

“Oh I noticed alright!“ Lance unceremoniously waltzed his way inside her room. With Pidge’s dwarf like height, she doesn’t exactly have the ability or the energy to stop him. 

“I mean look at this room!“ He gestured at the scattered clothes and the multitude of wires all tangled up that occupied most of the floor and the bed. “There’s more junk covering the floor than, you know, actual floor. And look at you!” Lance pointed at Pidge and leaned closer to take a sniff, “You reek, Pidge. Have you eaten anything since we arrived? Please tell me you at least ate something before you planned on binge watching years worth of security footage.“

Pidge was touched, really she was, especially when Lance was acting more like a mother to her than the space brother she dubbed him as. But Lance acting like a mother hen sometimes can get a little overboard. Like that one time he lectured Pidge about brushing her teeth before going to bed, he texted her every hour reminding her to brush her teeth.

“Will you leave if I say I did?“

“That depends,“ Lance crossed his arms on his chest, “are you telling the truth?“

Pidge was about to say yes but her stomach whaled a guttural cry like the traitor it is. She opened her mouth to argue but closed it again because Lance was smirking at her.

“Nice try, Pidge.“ Lance made his way towards her drawer and pulled out clothes and a tower, “Take a shower, the one I taught you with the scrubbing and the conditioning, understand? After that, you will eat. We just raided a Galra ship and took all of their rations, Hunk went wild with his cooking. I promise the food tastes divine.“

Pidge was tempted to do just that, hell, she could almost feel the warm water on her skin. Then her gaze slid on her bed and saw her laptop. Right, she has a job to do. 

“Lance, I have videos upon videos to watch. I don’t have time for a thirty minute shower-“

“Nuh-uh.“ Lance placed a finger on her lips, stopping her from reasoning out. Pidge tried to chew that finger but Lance pulled his hand back and ruffled her hair, “I know when you can do stuff and when you can’t. In your current condition, you can’t. In a matter of hours, you’ll find yourself sleeping then chugging mugs of coffee. I know you, Pidge.“

“No, you don’t under-“

“Katie/‘Pidge’ Holt/‘Gunderson,’ if you don’t take care of yourself I will. I’m one step away from dragging you to the bathroom and giving you a bath myself.“ Lance ruffled her hair a bit more before smiling softly at her, “Go. I’ll watch the videos for you. Go!“ Lance gave her a little push towards her door.

Pidge plopped down on her bed, her hair still a bit damp after her thirty minute shower Lance routine. She felt light as a feather. She picked up her laptop and placed it on her lap. The notepad program was open. She clicked on it and saw a typed message from lance: 

‘Hey Pidgey, I ran your Galra translation program on the videos and it seems that it didn’t place the videos in the right order. Some are in the right order though, but some are definitely misplaced. I sifted through the earlier videos and marked them whenever something interesting happened. Remember if you need some help, don’t hesitate to ask for it, ok? 

xoxo Lance.

P.S. I left you snacks under your bed, be sure to eat them when your vision starts to blur :)’

Pidge scanned the file names of the videos Lance listed below his message. There weren’t a lot, which she expected. It was a courier ship, the most exciting thing that must have happened was when they were carrying prisoners, which- based on Lance’s notes- happened only twice so far. Pidge clicked on the file containing all of the security footage and confirmed that it was truly out of order, she expected that too. Her Galra translator still had a few kinks she needs to fix but at least she has something.

Pidge cracked her knuckles and adjusted her glasses. 

“Let’s do this,” then she clicked on the next video.

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