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@landonkade
A moment of calm after an….exciting day.
I joined an online dnd campaign, we started last saturday and im having so much fun!
We finally got to take a long rest in an old yurt for the night, Wolfgang took first watch and made a mutagen for the next day. I love small quiet scenes like this, i had to get it out of my mind and draw it.
so jon's type is "can lift me"
THAT’S THE VIBES I’M PICKIN UP, YEAH
the natural conclusion of this is that georgie barker is fuckin ripped
you are absolutely correct!!
There’s two more pages I need to figure out how to add to this
Here they are.
Anyways, thank you for waiting. Here’s the beast of a comic I mentioned I was working on
Eliot on Hardison’s brew pub purchase for ronandhermy.
i want to be clear–this rant right here? is exactly why hardison bought a brew pub
because this, this is a familiar rant. hardison has heard it every time they are even so much as within 5 miles of a brew pub (and, ps, none of those brew pubs ever succeeded in designing a decent menu, per eliot)
when he first sees the listing in portland he cringes and clicks away fast because this is one of the rants it’s not even funny to goad eliot into because it happens SO MUCH and eliot doesn’t even get amusingly wound up, just earnestly offended/annoyed, and this is just the first tenth of the rant, okay? the rest of it involves complicated dissections of where brew pubs in general fail at menu design, and then move on to particular brew pubs who have offended eliot’s soul with the travesty of their menus
no way does hardison want to sign up for a daily dose of that rant, directed at his skills. except then he admits that it would take eliot about 2 minutes to take over the menu design, and this is the guy who can identify the sound of 28 different tire treads over 31 different types of surfaces, okay, he likes a challenge, and really it’s a gift to provide eliot with this opportunity
parker doesn’t look convinced when hardison tries out that explanation. “you sound sarcastic, he’s going to think you’re messing with him, not giving him something.”
and, okay, even in hardison’s head it comes off as sarcastic, as do the fifteen other ways he tries to practice giving eliot the brew pub. the problem is, hardison and eliot are only good at emotions with each other when shit is super tense and potentially-death-filled
hardison clicks away from the page again because it seems kind of hopeless, figuring it out, but then he thinks about eliot having an industrial kitchen to cook for them in, and a staff to order around, and a menu design he’s just secretly dorky enough about to brag about on brew pub posting boards and, well
maybe eliot will knowit’s for him from the get go, maybe he’ll figure it out along the way, or maybe it’ll never click for him, whatever. hardison isn’t concerned about the credit he just wants eliot to have it
he clicks back and contacts the realtor
Eliot re-designs the kitchen with a reinforced section of wall, in front of which, nothing is to be left, because that’s where he throws bad guys, and is tired of replacing the door on the walk-in freezer.
“for one thing, keeping everything the right temperature while the door is off the hinges is a huge pain in the ass, and risks compromising the texture of the… hey, where do you think you’re going?”
“to look up local steel suppliers.”
“none of that crappy, low-carbon chinese stuff. i want american or brazilian.”
At first the staff are certain it’s a money laundering operation. No drugs or guns are obvious so that lets out some elements of organized crime, but no other restaurant pays $15 per hour base or has this much high tech security. It’s sketchy, but a lot of the restaurant business is and they’ll take the money while it lasts.
Then a waitress’s in laws refuse to return her kids after a visit to the grandparents. Two hours after Nate hears about it it’s solved.
ICE tries to grab one of the dishwashers in the parking lot and Elliot goes full ninja on them. They get a postcard from “Carlo” later. He’s been reunited with his family and they’re all “Italian” now. Hardison says people, especially white people, see what they’re expecting to see.
Nate’s girlfriend can’t seem to pick an accent or a name, but she’s cool. Parker will pay for it if anyone wants to go sky diving or base jumping with her.
Overall the staff thinks the restaurant is a good place to work, and they have surprisingly good food for whatever Scooby Doo meets Batman cover story made the owners open the place.
Alec Hardison's Superpower is Defying Stereotypes
Leverage showrunner John Rogers was pretty open about the fact that the show’s scriptwriters utilized plenty of tropes in their stories. In his blog, he often wrote, “You say trope, I say well-honed narrative tool.” However much they used those tools in the writer room, Leverage somehow managed to escape being a showcase of stereotypes, and no example is more obvious or satisfying than the character of Alec Hardison, the team’s expert hacker with a plethora of other talents, one of which is avoiding becoming a walking, talking cliché. Can I just say how very much I enjoy the fact that the black male member of the cast is the least physically aggressive man on the crew? Dear god, Hardison, you know I love you, but you are the most hilariously unconvincing hoodlum I have ever seen, and it is glorious. I loved this exchange, right after a confrontation with a street gang in The Miracle Job:
HARDISON: How about that, man? Did you see me? ELIOT: He was injured.
HARDISON: Well, somebody gotta fight the injured. Shoot, that’s my niche!
Hardison can do any number of incredible things: he can disarm a bomb on a plane while he’s miles away on the ground, he can forge an antique artifact in less than a week, he can even manipulate a mark’s perception of reality to a truly astonishing degree. And he’ll try really, really hard to be intimidating when the job needs it, but more often than not he’ll end up shooting a car engine while aiming for the enemy, or needing a rescue after his tough guy act gets him kidnapped. And that’s more than okay. I’m happy that Hardison escapes the racist stereotype of black guys as hardened gangsters, that he tells Nate when he has to pretend to rob a grocery store that he has “no frame of reference” for that kind of violence. It’s great that Hardison portrays a different kind of masculinity than Eliot’s, that he’s allowed to express fear and panic without being declared a coward or somehow less than a man. Who the hell cares how hard this hacker genius can throw a punch? He certainly doesn’t need that skill set to overthrow a president. Another stereotype that Hardison definitively rejects is the image of the shy, socially awkward nerd. Hardison is charming, witty, and self-assured–he can smooth talk his way in and out of most situations as long as he doesn’t get overly cocky, which is the opposite problem of being shy. Also, next to Sophie, he’s the most stylish member of the group, with his scarves, vests, and bowties–and dear god, the man looks stunning in a suit. And for all of these, he is proudly and unapologetically a geek, with passionate opinions about Star Wars and a healthy obsession with fantasy RPGs. Also, his artistic, creative gifts are shown to be as much a part of his genius as his more “masculine” engineering skills. He paints, he sculpts, he plays the violin, he mixes his own music–he’s a goddamn Renaissance man, and nobody ever questions it. One more facet of this character that doesn’t play according to formula is Hardison’s history as a kid in the foster system. While Parker shows how very, very badly this situation can go wrong, Hardison’s story proves that not all foster kids end up traumatized. He was raised by a foster mom who cared, his Nana, who instilled in Hardison not only his convictions but the healthy self-image of a child who grew up knowing he was loved. Of everyone in the group, Hardison seems the most emotionally secure, the one who sleeps peacefully through the night. He has his own inescapable issues, sure, but his life as a foster kid is no cause for pity. He had Nana. He was loved. Basically, Alec Hardison is a foster kid, a geek, and a black man, and he owns the hell out of these identities while rejecting the tired clichés associated with them. What’s more, he does it all with a sexy, confident flair, and we can’t help but fall in love with him for it. After all, it’s the age of the geek, baby. Age of the geek.
(bethanyactually, do I get tea and cookies now?)
gently pressing your head against your lover’s back while they cut vegetables, your lover sitting on the kitchen counter while you talk about your day at work and wait for the water to boil, giving them little pecks while they stir the vegetables, eating the food together, washing the dishes together… you know what i mean
I just want them to make it to the end.
Jon very matter of factly walking up to Martin, plucking Martin's glasses right off his face, and setting them neatly on the counter so that he can kiss the shit out of Martin without them getting in the way
Mr Spider doesn't like it.
Mr Spider doesn't eat flowers.
Mr Spider is an ungrateful little shit.
"Weh weh weh the people I'm manipulating aren't bringing me things I want" then manipulate better, you lazy bastard.
some absolutely clutch commentary in the tags plus also
Mr Spider is an idiot and deserves to be bullied
If you're in the mood for art requests (but no pressure) - Jon's expressions while reading marto's poetry?
hgfdfgsfgjk thinking about how jon can’t read the same author more than once but when he finds something he likes he gets sucked in and spends a LOT of time reading and re-reading over it. and this man fuckin checked through all of martin’s writing. god
🔥🔥🔥
🔥 Send Me One For My Hot Takes (tagging this as #hottakes)
My worst fear is that TMA is going to end in a tragedy and parts of the fandom are going to be mad there wasn’t a happy ending. I have seen posts that say they would be dissatisfied with TMA if it didn’t end happily and it distresses me a bit. TMA, while it has romance and humor, has never hidden the fact that it is a horror-tragedy. I’m all for denial via fluff and enjoying the happier parts. That’s natural. But if it’s to the extent that you aren’t satisfied with the show that you’re watching, I don’t think you should blame the story for just being what it always advertised itself to be instead of what you wanted it to be.
Like I said, I adore the fluff and Jonmartin is my heart and soul, but I’m also ready tor my heart to be crushed to bits by Jonny and Alex and my soul to fade away until it’s nothing. So, essentially, love the show the way you want, but be wary of its genre.
honestly if someone tenderly cradled my face i think at this point i would probably blackout
ladies are u all ok
I actually decided I wanted David halfway through writing Episode Three. And every moment after that, I was writing Crowley for David. Every moment before that, I was writing ‘a Crowley’, but it was the scene 1941, in the Blitz, where I realized: I’m writing a scene in a church, Aziraphale is in there, there are Nazi spies, he thinks he’s being really clever, but actually he’s not, he’s in all sorts of trouble and Crowley has to come down the aisle of the church and rescue him. And of course, Crowley is now on consecrated ground - so he’s like a man on really, really hot sand on the beach. He’s walking down like: ‘ow, ow, ow, ow, ow’. And I’m writing the scene and I thought: David Tennant. There is no other human being I could think of who I want to do this scene. - Neil Gaiman, March 2019, SXSW
don’t mind me i’m just [screams]
Personal highlights from sticking around after "Death to the Mechanisms" on Sunday
The fire alarm going off after the show, Jonny immedietly snapping around and calling "Ashes?!!"
Tim sharing the secret to why he looks so good in every picutre: "It's the coat".
Reesha Dyer being all out of Merch within 10 seconds
That person who asked Jonny to shout “trans rights!!! “ into their phone which he did beautifully
Us hunting down band members like they're Pokémon ("Oh look I've found Ashes!!! *gay noises*)
Marius: "Do you want a nice or a scary picture?" "Whatever you'd rather do." "Oh good, let's take a nice one, I've been doing scary one's all night. "
All the Mechs being the loveliest people imaginable in general, mad respect to all of them they must be exhausted af
i just had a very sad thought which is
jon talks about being an annoying child, when anyone can see what he’s obviously talking about is adhd/add/autism (there’s a lot of overlap)
what grabs me is how quiet and measured he is in his speech as an adult. we even hear other people stating that they think he’s putting on an accent. he’s reclusive. he obviously doesn’t get out much. he’s extremely serious.
how much of that is just repressive behavior because he was taught that his existence was taxing on other people if he didn’t shut up and read his books and papers and stay away from everyone?
The intensely defensive and dangerous way Jon says, “What. Did he do. To Martin,” when Basira tells him that Peter Lukas has taken over the institute and implies that he has fixated on Martin. This man just woke up from a 6 month coma and was ready to roll off the cot, leave hospital, walk intae work arse oot in his gown, an flex on another avatar with his monster Eye for making the extreme error of Being Evil Too Close To Martin.
