Tag: alec hardison

copperbadge:

fyeahleverage:

FBI, sir. That young lady is in our custody.

What I like best about this is that we know Eliot doesn’t commit hair-trigger violence over minor things – if someone bumps into him and spills his coffee he’s likely to be annoyed, but he’s not going to automatically break their arms. 

Which means that what’s happening here is Hardison, in bringing up the coffee, is giving Eliot explicit permission to break arms, and Eliot is playing into it. And the only real reason for playing into the coffee schtick is that it will amuse Hardison. 

featherquillpen:

pagerunner:

peroxidepirate:

See, this kills me because it’s a pretty fucking fundamental driving force in Eliot Spencer’s character – “you can’t make that promise to more than one person.” And yet he ends the series doing exactly that.

The evil writerly part of my brain wants to know what happens when he can’t be there for Parker and Hardison both at the same moment. Whether it’s a heist gone wrong and he has to choose who to protect, or they’re in conflict with each other and he can’t avoid taking sides – what happens? 

Hardison. (At least for the job gone wrong, and assuming nothing in the job fundamentally supercedes it by putting other’s lives in danger.) Parker would tell him to get Hardison out and he’d do it, because that’s what makes them…them.

And when Hardison demands why, Eliot tells him, “she said to say, there’s never a plan M.”

i feel personally attacked by this headcanon

panzertorte:

#the fact that eliot   #who always moves carefully knows where to put his feet where to rest his weight how to move regardless of the situation   #goes skidding to get to Hardison that much faster   #and that Hardison who’s so careful with how he touches and when   #never demanding   #unless it’s to give Eliot shit   #is just openly clinging   #…this entire scene hurts my heart so bad but I love it   #and that’s not even talking about Hardison and Parker here holy hell   (via distinctivelibrarians)

jodiescomer:

You know man, when I was a kid, I was like 8 years old, I had a foster mom who was a Jehovah’s witness. She used to dress me up in a
suit and a bowtie and take me door-to-door to spread the word. Black
neighborhoods, white neighborhoods, didn’t matter. I would kick, I’d
scream, or whatever, but she would say “Alec, you need to learn how to
talk to people.” See, everything I learned about people, I learned
ringing doorbells and being in a bowtie. Parker never had that.
I mean, jumping from a skyscraper, she’s cool. But making small talk?
It’s like pure terror. Just cut her some slack.

achromaticly:

bydaybreak:

liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike. let’s talk about their reactions here? because i 100% believe in my filthy trash bin of a heart that this episode was the point of no return for parker and eliot both, the point at which they both realised holy shit i am in way over my head. 

look at those reactions. like, it’s not simple relief, it’s relief and *total fucking whelm*. and neither eliot nor parker has–allowed themselves, maybe, the relative luxury of just thinking about what someone means to them. because it’s always been a liability. for eliot, caring too much about people would just be something that someone could use against him; for parker, it’s what archie’s cautioned her against a million times: we don’t get involved. 

and worse for both of them, really, is that they’re not–not too caught up in a job, not too wrapped up in their own reputations or…or things that could be forgivable, really. things that they could realise and chide themselves for and then pull back from, do better. no, instead they’re both of them way overinvested in another person, in a person who could be hurt, who could be taken from them because they weren’t good enough or fast enough or–or just because sometimes you lose. 

parker and eliot have always been aware of when they should cut their losses and get out. but this–this isn’t an acceptable loss. maybe neither of them can say the word love just yet, even to themselves, but this is where they realise it.

hardison doesn’t die, but he comes back to life anyhow, and when he does, the whole world changes.

#alec hardison#leverage#parker#eliot spencer#the grave danger job#leverage 4×07#my gifs#ugh i just have so many feelings about this episode#how it’s the tipping point for eliot and parker#but not for alec#because he’s known for ages#he’s known for ages that he was in this for better or for worse#and that maybe not everyone else was#and he’s ok with that#because he’s never going to ask people for more than they can give#because he figures that every day of this is a gift#even if they’re only ever teammates#even if they’re only ever friends#because he still gets to be there#and that’s what matters#alec marshmallow heart hardison#loving people they way they need to be loved#UGH FEELINGS

copperbadge:

spoopy-miakitty:

solembum22:

copperbadge:

jackironsides:

svenyves:

lasrina:

bucky-plums-barnes:

Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers: Infinity War (x)

You cannot convince me that Eliot Spencer isn’t Bucky’s grandson.

😳

HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.

Look, I’m not saying that this is 100% the sort of fic that @copperbadge would write except that is exactly what I’m saying

HAPPY SATURDAY

Parker and Hardison knew Elliot had finally settled when he disappeared for a couple of days and returned with a carefully packed crate of herb plants in decorative pots and a small fireproof safe full of photographs. 

Well, technically they knew he’d really settled when he unpacked the photographs and hung them up in the kitchen. (By this time Parker had already accidentally killed the paprika plant.) 

“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting on the counter, watching Elliot carefully hang a photograph of a beautiful, dangerous-looking woman next to the refrigerator (far from the heat and splatters of the stove). 

“Granny Peggy,” Elliot said, and gave no extra information, as if the name itself was sufficient. 

“Your grandma?” Parker asked. 

“Sorta how Hardison’s Nana is,” Elliot said. 

“I hear my name?” Hardison yelled from the other room.

“Come look, Elliot’s Sharing Things,” Parker called. Hardison’s head popped into the kitchen. 

“Like snacks?”

“Look, that’s his Granny Peggy,” Parker pointed. 

Hardison stared at Elliot. “You are Peggy Carter’s grandson?” he asked. 

“No! We just called her that. Also how the hell do you know who Peggy Carter is?” Elliot said, at the same time Parker squeaked, “I thought Peggy Carter was a myth!” 

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@spoopy-miakitty !!!!!!!!!!

I NEED A WHOLE MULTICHAPTER FIC OF THEIR EMAIL CORRESPONDENCES

Elliot: Are you aware that when you email me, the profile picture that pops up is Kermit the Frog in a cowl? 

Bucky: Who’s Kermit the Frog?

Elliot: How do I even explain this.

Shuri: HOLD MY COCA COLA

Then Shuri and Hardison make a Prezi of all the pop culture Bucky missed. Elliot makes Parker attend as well. There is a multiple-choice exam and also an essay portion. Parker wrote hers on “Why do we even have the hula hoop if we’re not allowed to use it to rob museums” and Bucky did his on “Video killed the radio star but podcasts will have their revenge.”