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ekjohnston: drst: greenbergsays: One of my favorite things about Leverage is when a bad guy points a gun at Eliot and there’s that moment of,”well, this is gonna be awkward for you,” that crosses Eliot’s face. They always make a point to give us, the audience, that moment of knowing too. it’s a very distinctive… Continue reading
seraphina-snape: alexander-lamington: hedgehog-o-brien: deaf-hawkeye: The Most Iconic™ Moments In Leverage -sophie showing up at her own funeral. Twice. -nate running up 15 flights of stairs and stopping on every floor to press the elevator button just to piss off Sterling -“he must’ve had some good qualities” “none. Not even in bed” -sophie throwing off her… Continue reading
likeaustralianotcrosby: The scene where Eliot beats up four guys before Hardison’s bag hits the floor is iconic.
promise me you’ll keep them safe. ‘til my dying day.
[caption: eight gifs of alec hardison, eliot spencer and parker.]
How about Leverage?
theladyragnell: You and an anon both asked for this one! 1. THE TEAM ACTUALLY APPRECIATES WHAT HARDISON DOES. He is the butt of way too many jokes. Also under this point, he gets to have his moments of triumph undiluted–yeah, you got me, I’m talking about The Scheherezade Job. The whole hypnotizing thing from Nate… Continue reading How about Leverage?
this is the first thing i saw this morning, tumblr mom, and before my first cup of coffee i was overcome with a wall of roaring half-focused Feelings about Leverage (The Perfect TV Show) and Discworld (the Perfect Books)
(oh i know i’m a halfawake MESS but)
Leverage will be the thing I binge-watch when I need comfort when I’m eighty, probably, just like Terry Pratchett will be the thing I reread for comfort until I’m dead, and I just realized it’s because they’re both *funny*, genuinely funny, but they are fictional worlds written by people with a finely-tuned sense of *justice*.
i don’t really know how to express what i mean but. um.
like, with any other Robin-Hood style show with 50+ episodes, I feel like almost any other team would’ve eventually said “eh, we keep writing stories about how the rich and powerful abuse ordinary citizens. we should SWITCH IT UP with a TWIST about how this time, it is the ordinary citizens taking advantage of the rich and powerful!”
nope. never. the writing team kept the faith for five years: the bad guys were almost *always* the rich white men. (occasionally a rich white woman was evil!) there was no victim-blaming: over and over, in the fictional universe, whenever the writers had a chance, they went with: no, you trusted the system, you paid your taxes, you worked hard, they screwed you. they abused your trust. they conned you, and we’re going to fix it.
❤ Leverage was SUCH A GOOD SHOW okay ❤
Leverage was a perfect and Amazing show. I miss it so much and I go back and rewatch it so often!
I need to see if it’s on Netflix…I feel like watching some of it today…
It is on Netflix. I’ve watched it half a dozen times on Netflix now.
A lot of people–a gratifying number of people, really; it was like reaching the actual apocalypse cleared a lot of puritan bullshit out of everybody’s heads, so that their response to “we’re married” became “congrats,” and not a frantic game of “which one is your husband, which one is just a friend,” or worse, “oh, you’re gay, how nice, is she going to be your surrogate”–a lot of people assumed, when they walked into a hanger, that they were like those Chinese triplets. Three pilots. Triple the strain but triple the connectivity, the control.
(”How amazing,” those people murmured, in their own dialects, in their own ways. “They’re not related, you know. They can run a drift that close on love.”)
Except that they couldn’t.
When No Encores woke, she woke with Eliot on her left and Parker on her right, and Hardison back in the control room, monitoring their vitals, dying a little bit inside from the fear, coming back to life from the pride. He never stepped into the cockpit, never saw what they saw, never had to hold up the weight of the world as they knew it. That was for the best. He kept them safe in so damn many ways, in all the ways that counted, and their Jaeger danced like a thief and hit like a trained professional, and they came home. They came home every time.
Sometimes those same people, the ones who had assumed, would see Hardison on base when No Encores was running the waters. They would treat him so gingerly then, assuming he was hurt, neglected, left behind. And he would only smile, and maybe touch the inside of his left arm (”one show only” tattooed there, black on brown, small and meant for him and his and no one else), and say, “Nah. You think I want to punch a kaiju? Those things are full of germs.”
The drift wasn’t love. It was similarity in the broken places. Hardison didn’t envy them that.
Someone has to be the harbor.
Someone has to lead them home.
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