Eliot speaks

reminder that on top of censoring out lgbt content for being nsfw, there are also sexual trauma survivors out there who’s totally sfw selfies are being restricted as nsfw for no reason whatsoever. it happened to me earlier on a few posts, primarily one featuring pictures of me from my childhood. it’s extremely upsetting as many of us, especially those who experienced repetitive sexual abuse and csa/cocsa, struggle against the feeling that our existence alone is sexual. that we are made only for sexual purposes. overcoming that is very hard and very painful so having our faces marked as nsfw can make us feel like we’re dirty all over again and can be very triggering. so just. fuck tumblr for putting us through that.


You know. It’s a really, really good thing for Quentin to have Julia as his friend again, but he didn’t see her for two months - if the whole “what are you doing here?” Comment is anything to go by so I’m choosing to believe that someone saw Quentin is in a really bad place and called her because they were worried what he’d do

Because Quentin canonically has clinical depression. Every day he sees how much his decision affected everyone around him, and it fucking weighs down on him. Because depression makes those feelings of guilt stronger and harder to manage. Then Alice leaves with no goodbye. Then there’s the fact that the people he currently considers his best friends - Eliot, who is arguably Quentins emotional crutch at this point, and Margo who helps him laugh when he’s in a dark place - are unreachable, in an entirely different realm.

Guys if he didn’t have Julia, Quentin would probably kill himself. And perhaps he was on that thought path when Julia appeared. He was disheveled, smoking and lying outside staring up at nothing. Quentins not in a good place, and he tries to laugh it off with humor when he talks to her, but it falls short and you can see it on his face that this one thing he did, when he thought he was helping everyone, is fucking crushing him.

And then Julia says exactly the right thing, and it kind of lessens the pressure on him.

hey hey hey i’m gonna tell my irl friends this in person too but like i’m putting it here also. i’m currently living in my parents house again. the house i grew up in. also read as the house where i was emotionally and physically abused for 12 years. so i’m extra sensitive to fucking everything right now. meaning all those things that only trigger me on bad days trigger me constantly now. also read as please don’t sneak up on me or jump out at me or startle me right now. please don’t pretend to be upset with me even if it’s only for a second. if i do something wrong please try your best to talk to me calmly about it instead of snapping. please don’t approach me from behind. or yell without warning me if you can. and understand that when i get scared or upset i will have a very very hard time verbalizing anything and that i will usually try to avoid eye contact. and it’s not because i’m scared of you. and i know that you would never hurt me. but ptsd has a funny way of making your brain prepare for that kind of response anyways and i cannot control or change that right now. i am in a very tough spot right now and i need you guys to be gentle and patient with me because if/when i will have meltdowns they’ll be worse that normal. meaning shaking and rocking and hitting myself in the head. hyperventilating until i pass out. getting so scared i puke. it’s going to be rough and i just really need gentleness and patience right now.

that mental illness feel where you take showers like once or twice a week but you never really take A Shower? so you aren’t visibly dirty and you don’t really smell bad, but your hair is greasy and you look rough and you don’t feel clean? because everything you “shower” you kinda just stand or sit under the water and maybe you wash like one part of your body but that’s it cos you can’t manage anything else.

Eliot wasn’t alone. There was somebody sitting in the chair. The angle was bad, but he thought it was one of the Second Years, an unexceptional, smooth-cheeked kid with straight rust-colored hair. Quentin barely knew him. His name might have been Eric.

“No,” Eric said, and then again sharply: “No! Absolutely not.” He was smiling. Eliot started to stand up, but the boy held him down playfully by his shoulders. He wasn’t especially large. The authority he exercised over Eliot wasn’t physical.

“You know the rules,” he said, like he was speaking to a child.

“Please? Just this once?” Quentin had never heard Eliot speak in that pleading, wheedling infantile tone before. “Please?” It was not a tone he had ever expected to hear Eliot speak in.


The Magician, book one, page 65

(for @aintthatwhywegotlivers)

welcome to the bed of a severely traumatized person.

the sheets are twisted sideways from all the sleepless tossing and turning and the kicking from nightmares. there are three different comforters so the weight can put me to sleep. but they’ve all been peeled back because nightmares make you sweaty. but they get messed up even more when you try to pull them back because the nightmare sweat is evaporating and it’s giving you chills. the stuffed animal you’ve been clinging to for 17 years rests haphazardly by your pillow. this is the kind of bed where you never really sleep.

Rewatching Leverage: The Order 23 Job
  • This episode is unusual in that they don’t have a specific client. It seems like the team just heard about the case and decided to step in. Maybe they haven’t made their reputations in Boston yet and are trying to drum up a little business.
  • Nate is really really good at taking guns away from people. It makes me wonder how often he had to do that back when he was an insurance investigator.
  • The conversation that Eddie Maranjian has with the federal marshals about how he sells his financial scheme is really fascinating. The guys is a grifter himself, and a good one.
  • I’ve been keeping count of how often these “nobody ever got hurt” people take huge risks with somebody’s life. Parker drugging Maranjian is the second time they have dosed a mark on screen. (First time is in the miracle job.)
  • Parker gets all the best quotes in this episode. “You are so not operating on me.”
  • Parker says, “Nurses haven’t worn skirts with white stocking since the 70s,” and THE BOYS SMIRK AT EACH OTHER, OMG your dirty dirty minds.
  • The whole thing with them arguing about the shirt while Nate is trying to give them instructions is hilarious, they would rather bicker at each other than do just about anything. Seriously guys. Get a room.
  • Parker again, “Did you just give a guy a nosebleed with the power of your mind?”
  • Maranjian yelling for the nurse non-stop struck me as half panic and half how rich people just always have a very low tolerance for frustration.
  • Eliot taking his com out strikes me as not a very good hitter practice. And poor Hardison is ranting non-stop when he puts it back in.
  • Parker has learned how to punch very effectively.

Obviously the big character story is Eliot’s subplot with Randy. I find it really interesting that Eliot just knows as soon as he looks at the kid - the combination of pain and fear and resignation on the kid’s face. And when Eliot speaks to the kid, Randy opens right up to him. It’s never really stated whether or not Eliot had an abusive childhood, but he sure as hell knows what it looks like when he sees it.

And then when Randy’s father starts up with the whole, “Man provides for his family” speech, Eliot makes LASERS come out of his FUCKING eyes, holy shit. “I WILL FUCK YOU UP, SON.” How does the dude not ignite on the spot. Eliot’s desire to protect the helpless just completely overwhelms me whenever I watch this show.

finally accepting my gender and being proud about it has made me feel
so much better. i looked back at old old pictures of me from early childhood and middle school and for the first time they made me happy instead of nauseous. i had to accept her to accept myself now.

Guardian Angel AU

At first, Alec’s too excited to notice his van is unlocked. He’s just returning with his newest prize, so he’s a little high on adrenaline. Plus he’s spent a better part of the night setting this whole thing up and hacking away happily. So it’s only when he opens the back door to get some of his stuff, when he’s parked outside his place, that he notices a person curled up on the floor of his Lucille.

He looks around cautiously, hoping there’s no one around to accuse him of kidnapping, then leans in a bit. “Hello?” The unexpected passenger, a young blonde woman, appears to be… napping.

“Hey, wake up!”

The woman sits up instantly, blinking at him. “Oh. Hi!”

After am awkward staring contest, she remembers: “Ooh! Right! People skills, sorry! Meant to say, thanks. I like your van.”

“So you just …decided to sleep in a random guy’s van?”

“Don’t be like that! You’re not random,” the woman reassures, unaware how creepy it makes her sound. “I just needed some sleep. It’s exhausting getting down here!”

“Look. I don’t know who you are and I don’t want any trouble so just…” he steps aside, making enough room for her to go.

“I’m your guardian angel. You can call me Parker,” she says, dead serious.


“And I can’t leave. We have to go get Eliot. He’s the one in trouble.”

Part 1 of my leverage fairy tale AU

Part 2 of my leverage fairy tale AU

Part 3 of my leverage fairy tale AU

Part 4 of my leverage fairy tale AU | and there’s a fic to go with it

Part 5 of my leverage fairy tale AU

Part 6 of my leverage fairy tale AU

buttonsnotion  asked:

okay but think of this: would Jacob Stone be Eliott's alias? or result of an artifact :3

Like an artifact turned him into Jacob? I AM INTRIGUED.

I also like the idea that they’re twins. And at some point the Leverage team is stealing something and Eliot’s like oh my god don’t touch it, Parker, seriously leave it the hell alone and then makes a call. Twenty minutes later Jacob ROLLS UP with his team and everyone stares at each other for a while and then everyone, as a single unit, turns to Eliot and Jacob and they’re like “What?”

Meanwhile Flynn is David-Tennanting his way around the artifact in the background and literally nobody is paying any attention until he sets off a bomb countdown. Even then they barely focus on it while they’re fixing it. 

(”So, how do people tell the two of you apart?”
“Well, Jacob can’t cook.”
“And Eliot can’t speak Greek.”
“I speak Greek fine, just not your crazy mystical ancient dialects that literally nobody uses!”
“He can’t speak much Latin either.”
“Do you want me to tell them about the acquacotta soup incident?”)

Time After Time - p1

Rewrite of episode 07x12 - Time After Time. 

Words: 1132

Warnings: None. 

Character pairings: Dean x Reader

A/N: So this is the first episode rewrite that I tried to do on my own. THERE WILL BE A PART 2  (I did this episode bc.. well… dean was really pretty… shush)



You still couldn’t believe where you were.

One minute, you were chasing a weird looking guy in a fedora down the street, the next minute, you and Dean ended up in 1944. Dean at first saw it more of an “inconvenience” than anything else, but you were in awe. The 1940’s had to be one of your favorite eras, and you were beaming as you walked into the old – new tailor’s shop with Dean by your side.

Eliot Ness guided you into the store, his hand on your shoulder as he snuck you and Dean into the store. You had met Eliot when you and Dean were arrested – not that you were proud of that or anything – Dean was thrilled to meet him, but that surely changed when Eliot began speaking to you.

“What’s the rumpus, Eliot?” A woman asked. She sat at a table, pinning together a pair of trousers.

“Ezra Moore. Dean Winchester. (Y/F/N)”

“Hey.” Dean greeted as you waved from behind, muttering a small hello.

“Who’re they, some farming clowns?” Ezra looked up from the trousers, eyes scanning over Dean and then you. You pulled at the end of your cardigan sleeves, hoping that your jeans and low ankle boots wouldn’t cause too much of a worry.

“They’re – uh – from the future…”

“Yeah. Gas costs four bucks. You can get cheese out of a spray can. And… The President, he’s a black guy. I could go on…”  

One minute, Dean was too busy grumbling about being stuck. An hour and a half later he’s smiling away as he blabs the future to complete strangers…

You couldn’t help but join in.

“That’s not all! I mean, in a few decades, you guys’ll have telephones in your pocket! In 1969, a guy’s gonna be on the moon! And –” You stopped when Dean tugged your arm, quietly telling you to shut up.

Ezra rolled her eyes at the pair of you, though she seemed oddly impressed by what you said, “Paint me impressed. I assume you both need some clothes. Come on…”


Your fingers traced along the cotton and rayon material patterns, your smile growing whenever you came across an outfit that caught your eye. Ezra was helping Dean find something to wear, while you were told to explore the rest of the store. Everything was so perfect that your brain had a hard time processing it all. Each material pattern was different, ranging from polka dots to stripes, floral prints to plain, even the shoes were different.

“(Y/N),” You jumped at the sudden appearance of Elliot behind you, you turned to face the middle-aged man, eyebrows raised and arms crossed, “Your boyfriend is ready if you want to come see.”

“Oh no, Deans not my boyfrie-” you frowned for a moment, before shrugging, “okay.”

When you turned the corner into the open dressing area, you couldn’t help but squeal a little.

“Okay… whoa…”

Dean wore a dark suit with a silk blue tie; his hair was parted neatly to the side – which was overly unusual for him.

You bit your lip as you cocked your head to the side, looking over his outfit again. “You pull that suit off better than I thought.”

Dean winked, and you raised your eyebrows, hoping that no one noticed the blood that rushed to your cheeks.  

“Awesome…” Dean mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror as Ezra flattened his suit jacket and straightened his tie. She waddled around Dean, brushing his hair down with her fingers and brushing away the lint and fluff that stuck to his suit.

“Awesome?” She raised an eyebrow, “You some religious kooks?”

“No.” You chuckled, waving away her thought, “He just loves to say that…”

Ezra turned to you, fiddling with the ends of your hair and shirt collar. You could almost see the cogs in her mind turning, her brain ticking with ideas, and you almost felt guilty when she stopped.

“Alright darlin,’ I’ve got the perfect thing for you.”


You almost didn’t recognize yourself in the mirror. Especially when Ezra fitted you into the pure white dress. It was strange, wearing a dress when you were preparing to go on a hunt. The waist was tight but not uncomfortable, and the hidden shoulder pads made your shoulders look strangely larger, but the dress made you look beautiful nevertheless, and you found yourself filling up with a truckload of confidence.

Ezra pinned your hair back out of your face and popped a small white hat on top of your head. She also wrapped you up in a red-brown coat, tying the belt around your waist.

“Alright. You see your coat here? Well…” She pulled your coat open, showing you a small pocket on the lining of your coat, “You can hide all your gadgets in there. Like that moveable telephone, and your gun… There’s also a nice clean place to tuck away your gun behind your back. Don’t worry. It won’t ruin the linin’ of your dress.”

“Thank you, Ezra,” You hugged Ezra tight, smiling as she kissed your cheek in a friendly way.

“Now you get out there, and make that boy’s jaw hit the floor harder than a bag tonne of bricks.”

“I’ll try…” You scoffed, stepping into a pair of small white heels.

“Nah sweet pea. You will.”


Dean didn’t expect you to look as beautiful as you did. Sure, he always noticed how you looked, he always noticed your smile, or how your eyes were an exact picture of how you were feeling. Normally, the great Dean Winchester was able to woo almost anyone. Sure with you there was the friendly bantering and all the flirting, but when it came to telling you the truth, well… he was speechless, to say the least.

“You… Uh, look –”

“Thank you.”

“So spill already” Ezra spoke, and you were forced to tear your eyes away from Dean’s, “What bucket of syrup did you two idjits step into?”

You pursed your lips as Dean chuckled. Ezra and Eliot both raised an eyebrow.

“Something funny sweethearts?”

“No,” You and Dean spoke in unison, which only made you laugh a little more.

“No, you uh…”

“Remind us of someone…” Dean confirmed, nodding his head once as you played with the waist belt of your coat.

Eliot stepped forward, clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention, “Okay, Ezra… We need your help. It seems we’re hunting a time traveler…”

Ezra sighed, and you refrained from sighing along with her, “Delightful.” She muttered.

“So…” Dean whispered as your lips pulled into a smile, “You reckon I could kiss the most beautiful woman in the room when all this crap is over?”

“Hmm,” You stood on your tiptoes, kissing Dean on the cheek with a wink, “If you’re lucky.”

anonymous asked:

Eliot, Parker, and Hardison together is probably one of the best parts of the show tbh. They're just- amazing together? And it's wonderful? And I'd say more, but I honestly have no idea what goes where at this point because I watch random episodes too freely, and I really don't want to spoil anything. But, favorite character? Favorite episode? I'm curious and loving watching you get into this series, I'm sorry. Thanks for responding to my first ask!

omg of course!!!

okay i LOVE THEM SO MUCH. LOVE THEM. psa i’ve totally finished the whole series because i have no self preservation instincts.

okay so my favorite character has to be hardison because out of all of them he’s the most ‘normal’ in comparison. not like, in his abilities or his wants, but in his ability to relate to other people. he’s been through rough shit, and he always comes out kinder and stronger and more loving. and i love him the most because he’s the one who could mostly be happy living among normal people, to be honest i feel as if he needs the team the least but wants them the most. he could be a nine to five hacker, just presents himself as a genius geek who works from home or even gets himself an office or whatever, and live a mostly normal life among normal people. he just - for the shit he’s been through, he doesn’t have all that much baggage. normal people dont confuse him or bore him, they’re not a mark like they are for sophie, a puzzle for parker, a mass of mistakes and faults for nate, a potential threat for eliot. they’re just people.

and because hardison doesn’t try to put people into boxes is why he loves this team so much and so unabashedly from the start. for people that are so defined by their role on the team, he doesn’t define them. nate questions eliot’s ability to cook and be a hitter, but hardison just takes it in stride. this is eliot, he’s an amazing cook, great at wines, spends more time on his hair than any girl hardison has ever known, and he knows 43 ways to kill someone with a plastic butter knife. cool. he never wants anyone to change, he supports them if they choose to change, but he doesn’t ask anyone to be what they are and instead does his best to change himself in the way that he relates to them. and he tries so hard and so much. sophie and nate, they’re on another level, a little to arrogant, a little too bitter for it to work.

but eliot and parker man. fuck. talk about two people who’ve spend almost their whole lives being told how they had to be and how what they were wasn’t good enough, wasn’t right. and then hardison comes in and just. is there. protecting and caring for them without asking anything in return. and parker and eliot keep waiting for the other foot to drop, for there to be some sort of catch in how hardison just keeps being there for them, but it never comes. and at some point down the line they finally accept that this is how hardison is, and how they kinda cant live without him anymore, which a whole new different realization for another reason.

just. the thing that gets me about this OT3 is that every single one of them feels like they got lucky, like they’re the ones dating up. parker has eliot who understands her, and hardison who’s patient and so good to her, and she looks at these mostly normal guys and wonders why they’re bothering with her and her weirdness and hang ups and insecurities when they could be having a normal relationship with each other. eliot looks at parker, the best thief, and hardison, the smartest man he’s ever known, and he knows he’s not the best hitter in the world, that even if he was that he can’t sustain that, and parker and hardison are criminals but they’re not murderers and they’re kind to each other and good to each other and can touch each other without worrying if they’re smearing blood on their lover’s skin from the countless people that have died under their hands, and just, eliot considers himself the soiled, bad man who’s potentially ruining a perfectly healthy, if not normal, relationship between people who’ve never gotten their hands dirty. and hardison looks at beautiful and graceful parker, and eliot who shifts between controlled finesse with a sword in his hand to a deadly tornado in a hand to hand fight, and hardison walks into walls and trip over his own two feet, he doesn’t know what these two amazing people are doing with him, because he knows parker and eliot speak this secret language of people who use their body as a tool, but hardison can’t do that, cant share a look and shrug with them and have it be a conversation, instead all he has is words, a flood of words, an endless waterfall of words to talk about his feelings, and he knows most of the time they don’t want his words and he can’t understand them in the way they understand each other, and basically hardison is terrified of the day that eliot and parker figure out they’re perfect together and decide they don’t need him anymore.

my precious insecure children who love so hard and so clumsily and so much that it ends up spilling out of them and over the floor and up to their necks, threatening to drown them if they’re not careful.

just. jesus fuck these three and this show has fucking ruined me.

aslo, favorite eps: the 12 step job, the grave danger job, the rundown job, the first david job, the lost heir job, the gone fishing job, the san lorenzo job, the queen’s gambit job

The Con Job Part 3

This part ended up being A LOT longer than I expected due to the appearance of a certain metal-armed somebody. I really hope everyone enjoys this part as much as they’ve enjoyed the rest.

Part 1 can be found HERE

Part 2 can be found HERE

Leverage/Captain America Crossover

Summary: Eliot jumps at the chance to meet his idol even if it means spending the day at a geek convention. But HYDRA thinks the con is the perfect place to take Captain America down once and for all. Now the Leverage crew must team up with Captain America, Black Widow, and Falcon to prevent a lot of innocent people from being murdered.

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