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gaygentdanvrs · 4 days

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so, i’ve decided that from now on i’ll be reblogging everything on my main @youkilledpetunia incl leverage, librarians, heartland, kelsea ballerini, etc. i’ll still use this blog to post my original art or gif sets tho

#i like to fast reblog and honestly it’s too much work

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gaygentdanvrs · 13 days

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the polyamory couldn't save them in the end. but it matters that it was there

#leverage

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gaygentdanvrs · 19 days

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the way the leverage team make a mess of nate’s apartment on multiple occasions is so much funnier when you consider that none of them are particularly messy people. in the pilot, hardison has a very nice apartment that he is clearly proud of & has kept very tidy. parker’s warehouse is almost disturbingly neat, her tools and weapons are kept clean & shiny and are laid out in perfect rows, her bed is made, her clothes and rappelling gear is hung up. eliot likes things done properly and certainly at least cares for his car’s cleanliness. idk about sophie, but she would at least know how to act neat for a grift, and she’d be aware of how a guest to supposed to treat their host’s home.

but they all put unwashed dishes in nate’s sink, do spur of the moment renovations, set up new gear in his living room, leave clothes/costumes, plans & random items strewn about the place, and even tear up his stuff without fixing it. i love it. his apartment is their playground. they half live here now. nate just needs to chill out and let them saw into his walls, geez calm downnnn. i know nate’s eye was twitching when he saw that parker’s warehouse was so perfect meanwhile there’s probably 5 bowls of unfinished cereal hidden in his house like a damn look-and-find puzzle

#leverage

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gaygentdanvrs · 23 days

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Leverage: Redemption (2021-present) The One Man’s Trash Job (S02E02)

#leverage #leverage redemption #breanna casey #parker

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gaygentdanvrs · 24 days

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Leverage 2x14 - "The Three Strikes Job"

#leverage #eliot spencer #nathan ford #tara cole #alec hardison #parker

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gaygentdanvrs · 24 days

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"Parker doesn't fit in anywhere."

But at the end of the day, "fitting in" isn't what she wants, or even needs. Fitting in is chopping off the parts of yourself that don't conform in order to be more palatable to everyone else.

Parker never fits in, but with her crew—her family—she belongs, and that's way more important.

#leverage #parker

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gaygentdanvrs · 1 month

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By now, the authorities have surely caught on and noticed that where there's suspicious activity, a Brick & Basil food truck is never far behind. The problem is that it's a legitimate business and that's there's so damn many of them. Plus, they're all managed by veterans who know how to handle themselves. In the training manuals, on top of proper care of the vehicles, and sanitation guidelines, and delicious recipes, Eliot has left them very clear instructions on how to get out of a bind if they're ever pulled over without just cause. Many cops have already (deservedly) lost their jobs over unlawful search and seizure related to the chain, so the ones that know what's good for them don't even try anymore.

#leverage #leverage redemption

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gaygentdanvrs · 1 month

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PARKER IS THE ONLY PERSON IN HISTORY TO SUCCESSFULLY PULL OFF THE WHITE RABBIT

#leverage #parker

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gaygentdanvrs · 2 months

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I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.

Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.

There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.

I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.

However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."

For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."

I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."

Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.

The Gods were not merciful today.

It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.

Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.

So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.

The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.

My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.

Which is when the hail begins.

"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"

I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.

So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.

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gaygentdanvrs · 2 months

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The nice thing about Leverage is that they are very consistent with keeping the formula that made you watch in the first place. Sure they also need to develop a story and the characters, they cannot stay completely stagnant. But where other shows diverge from the "monster of the week" or "case of the week" concept, Leverage very rarely (if ever) deviates from the con of the week.

Instead, they make use of subtle changes to the concept. Okay, Nate runs the con, there's a sad person who was wronged, everybody in the team has their role to play etc. But they start to occassionally mix up who runs the con, or the team members need to get out of their comfort zones, maybe take over the role of a different team member. And there's a logical progression. You would think if they work together this long, they would pick up a lot of skills from the rest of the team - and they do!

Or their con doesn't relate to a poor citizen, but instead it's personal to somebody in the team, usually reserved for season finales.

What Leverage doesn't do is lose you because all of a sudden it's not the show you came for.

Also I'd argue the subtle character work and development of the team dynamic provide a much more satisfying pay-off.

#leverage

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gaygentdanvrs · 2 months

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Leverage 2x12 - "The Zanzibar Marketplace Job"

#leverage #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker #nathan ford

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gaygentdanvrs · 2 months

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Sophie devereaux is the most character ever. She’s an actor who sucks unless she’s actively committing crimes, she won’t tell her boyfriend her name, her and said boyfriend have shot each other, she’s attended her own funeral twice, one time somebody handed her a bomb

#leverage #sophie devereaux

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gaygentdanvrs · 2 months

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