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I think one of the reasons Elliot and Sophie have such an interesting dynamic to me is the dichotomy between Elliot, who has always used his name and has it connected to everything he’s ever done and all the people he’s ever known, and Sophie, whose real name and story is a mystery and who lives full lives in her mind for every one of her grifts
thots on music taste;
i strongly believe nate is a blues guy. he likes jazz too but blues is like his number one genre. he has so many records. he’s also totally the type of bitch to refuse to listen to music on anything but vinyl.
sophie likes 80s music but like specifically the fun boppy dance songs. club bangers full of synths. she work hard the dance floor, as it were.
hardison listens to video game soundtracks when he needs to focus and 70s pop-rock when he doesn’t. he also vehemently opposes nate’s vinyl-elitism and says electronic music and remasters are peak.
according to parker, there are two kinds of music: good music and bad music. it is absolutely completely incomprehensible to anyone but her what makes a song good or bad. the team eventually gives up trying to figure it out, but they won’t let her play music in the car because it will bounce from dubstep to sad indie pop to a super popular classic rock song to a lounge hit from the 40s to a musical soundtrack song to a russian noise band, and nobody can keep up.
we already know eliot is a country guy. an easy answer would be pegging him as a classic rock enjoyer. but i am going to stand on my lonely soapbox and make the bold claim that his genre is really grunge. think pearl jam, u2, alice in chains.
i think one writing tenant leverage writers understood so so well is that overexplaining is the bane of fiction. for many reasons. you’ll bog down your audience with details that don’t matter, making it hard to suspend disbelief because that attitude encourages nitpicking. you leave no room for people to make their own observations and connections (because art is inherently collaborative). you also, very importantly, make it excruciatingly hard to make your plot lines and histories line up and everything tends to end up tripping on its own lore. and i genuinely think they did really well with this in leverage. they left things to the imagination, gave us the details we needed, explored the characters as they are now without showing us every inch of their past. all that being said i do really want to know how nate got into insurance.
i know i already posted this shot but dude i think this picture gave me at least seven chronic illnesses. i’m consulting it every 20 minutes to give myself the strength to make it thru my monday (working with a new doctor and i don’t like her style. ahhh) and every time i look at it i am refreshed and restored. i need to print it out so i can keep it in my pocket and look at it all the time. the lighting the colors the look on his FACE im dying. i’m in a puddle of blood. on the floor. fuck
Leverage, season 5 episode 10 "The Rundown Job"
i’m literally in tears. the way he looks at her. his arm around her waist. if you hear keening and wailing in the distance it’s me
the bank shot job has so many killer shots!!!!!
leverage porn parody called the fap out job
