Thinking Again About The Discussion Around "The Fractured Job" Rewriting Eliot's Backstory And Undoing

people who dont experience it cannot comprehend how awful executive dysfunction is. I WANT to do the task, i have the resources TO do the task, i will feel better having DONE the task

but i cant fucking do the task

Leverage: Redemption 3x5- "The Grand Complication Job"

@pscentral​ event 36: trios alec hardison & eliot spencer & parker

look, I know it’s not the same thing but hardison and I are gonna be here for you forever.

Thinking about Sophie’s dramatic death in the “San Lorenzo Job” today and how many Leverage altered things will be written in history books people will have no explanation for.

What's in a name:

The team leveraging Hardison's first name to get him to take them seriously.

It started with the Grave Danger Job. With Parker's panicked "I need you. Do you hear me, Alec? I need you!" It isn't something that's conscious or anything, but all of them lean into it occasionally.

"Alec, just drop it," Nate stares at Hardison, watching the young man realize maybe he'd been pushing Nate too hard on a topic that was a sore subject. Alec nods grimly and backs down.

"Hardison, how long have you been up?" Sophie asks gently, watching the genius wipe the grit from his eyes, his latest forging project laid out around him. When he mumbles something about not remembering, needing to finish, Sophie catches his chin in a manicured hand and holds his attention. "Alec, go to bed." He goes.

"Come on, man, get off the screen for a little while, let's go get some sun," Eliot pokes him after a long job on top of a new World of Warcraft update. Hardison can't even remember what he said back, something glib he's sure, but he remembers the hesitation in Eliot's voice. "Alec, please. You're gonna fuck up your eyesight before you're thirty, staring at blue light a foot away from your face. Please?" Hardison goes with him. They go to an outdoor gun range. Hardison rags Eliot about them both not liking guns, but listens as his best friend talks him through focusing on targets of different distances. He'll never have Eliot's skill, but it's a quick way to help his eyesight and he turns out to be half decent with practice.

"Alec, I'm serious!" Parker pleads with him, a picture of some conspiracy theory held up in her hands. "I need to know if this is real or not, please. Because it doesn't seem real and then it does seem real and Eliot won't give me a straight answer and Nate won't give me any answer at all, and I need to know if-" if I'm going crazy, she doesn't say, but he hears it now. He lays a hand over hers and explains that it's not real, explains the joke patiently until she understands and can laugh at it and "yes, and" Eliot when that particular theory comes up again.

"Hey y'all, it's Alec," he says, a gun to his head and a phone in his hand, one chance to get it right, to make them understand that this is serious. He can practically hear them all sitting up in the tones of their voices, in the grimness of the rapid fire questions, and he breathes a sigh of relief. They'll come get him. They know it's serious.

Mesopotamian girl sending clay tablets to her best friend who lives five city states to the west: what if..... Enkidu begot Gilgamesh with child?🤭

there's something about maggie/sophie that will always have me in its thrall... it's not even about the mutual nate of it all, necessarily, although that's delicious.

it's also about, they both love art in a visceral way. and about the fact that maggie recognized sophie in the museum. that the "of course she bloody speaks spanish" is reminiscent of the cat and mouse game sophie had fun with with nate.

and it's the easy way in which sophie manages to instruct maggie. and how "she's turning into quite the grifter" actually does highlight how sophie's area of crime is probably the one maggie's most suited to, too.

and then, of course, there's the whole thing about maggie being "the most honest person" the team knows and sophie being The Liar of all time.

something so simultaneously jagged, mismatched and soft, understanding about them that makes me want to eat gravel.

Leverage Halloween Headcanons

Parker doesn't really get Halloween. She's not scared of a lot of the things people find scary about the holiday and while she learned to enjoy using fear as a weapon she doesn't really get "deliberately scaring yourself for fun." She loves giving the boys jump scares though. It's a test of her skill to actually alarm Eliot and Hardison always gives the best reactions, squeaky and indignant.

Hardison loves Halloween, it is his jam. He loves Christmas too, but a whole holiday for dressing up and eating candy and getting his heart pumping by watching scary movies and being jump scared by his girlfriend? Classic. He spends weeks between cases making costumes for them all which he gets them to wear with varying success.

Eliot hates Halloween. Everyone's wearing masks and clothes they wouldn't normally wear, the office is filled with Hardison's horrible candy, and he has to be constantly on the alert to catch a falling Parker when she drops into his arms with a "BOO" that could wake the dead. He definitely doesn't have serious opinions on the costumes Hardison makes. Nor would he ever fuel Parker's chocolate addiction by making special chocolates with green and orange fillings that he conveniently forgets to box up. He has no idea what Sophie is talking about, he hates Halloween.

Sophie adores Halloween, when done right. That means a classy vampire princess get up, fake teeth of a really good quality that won't interfere with her eating good food and Eliot's excellent homemade candies. She'd prefer a gala with Nate where everyone is masked to trick-or-treating or handing out candy, but privately her favorite Halloween was when they were all far too tired after a case. They ordered in take out to Nate's apartment and watched movies and all fell asleep in a pile on his couches. There was something about the heat of Parker laying across the back of the couch and having her head tucked into Nate's shoulder with Eliot's legs across her and Hardison's laps that just felt like home.

Nate tries to like Halloween. Trick-or-treating will make him a upset and Hardison only suggested leaving a sign out for the kids in the apartments once. But he likes playing subtle pranks on the others and seeing if they notice. He'll play "two truths and a lie" with them throughout the day, telling one long ridiculous story with a certain amount of truth to it, to see who he can get to believe what. Parker usually believes all of the story and once she figures out the rules of the game has fun playing detective with the truth. Hardison doesn't believe Nate in the way that means he absolutely believes Nate. Eliot it's a fifty/fifty toss up as to whether he'll just scoff and ignore Nate's confident stories about crazy things Nate has done or if he'll shrug and say that sounds like something Nate would do. Sophie never believes Nate and is always blindsided by what the truth is in the story. Overall, Nate enjoys Halloween if he doesn't think to hard.

so the ithaca saga, huh

my jaw was dropped for twenty two minutes and thirty five seconds straight