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)

aenariasbookshelf:

phoenixgryphon:

phoenixgryphon:

Things I need:
An AU where Bucky hosts a youtube channel cooking anything and everything and his commentary has this dry sassy humor.

He’d have a different apron each episode ranging from the plain, ones with puns, ones with various other sayings, and ones with various patterns.

Sometimes he’d vlog while visiting a market or something, he’d point to a freezer full of meat and be all “welp guess they finally found that winter soldier guy”

“how does this dude wield a knife so well”

“where does this guy get all his aprons”

things i knead

Can we somehow combine this with Eliot Spencer guest starring on the show? In his own punny apron and scary good knife skills? Pretty please?

“And today, we’re going to show you how to break down a chicken.”

“Make sure your knives are clean of any foreign matter first also. Cross-contamination is a thing.”

“How did you get foreign matter on your knife today?”

“Don’t ask. Let’s just say the guy now has a very distinctive walk that will let Interpol nail him shortly.”

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.