Decided to go under the knife and get my shoulder 💯. It’s a three months rehab, but it’s worth it. Every second I get to ride with a strong body I’m happy. I’m more motivated than ever before! Thankful for all the support I got from my sponsors, friends, family and the Olympic team. #bankart#dislocatedshoulder
So one of the things that cracks me up about Leverage is that Eliot is, as far as I can tell, good at everything. Like they’re like, “Okay Eliot, you have to handle X” and he’s like “[sigh] FINE” and then he owns it.
Thus far just off the top of my head he has been:
a gourmet chef
a star baseball player (when he DOESN’T EVEN LIKE BASEBALL)
a hit country singer/guitar player
knows a ton of languages
has a lot of weirdly specific trivial knowledge that reliably comes in useful
I’m sure in some future episode he will turn out to know how to race cars or breed shih tzus or something (I am only partway into season 3)
(even apart from his skill with beating people up and related hitter talents, which I am not counting because that is the premise of his character)
Plus also he is apparently irresistible to women, a trope that I normally find obnoxious but that I cannot really argue with in this case because I would find him sort of hard to resist. (Hardison is far, far more my type, but Eliot is hot. Also I have a weakness for men with long hair. Well, anybody with long hair really but especially men. I should put ‘having your hair look silky and glossy even after you’ve beaten up fifteen people’ on the list of skills above, I think. I would like to know what conditioner he uses.)
…And all this ought to make his character insufferable. And yet he isn’t. Because he is hands-down the most put-upon member of the team. He may technically be the hitter, but he’s also the one where people are like, “Eliot. You have a bag of jelly beans. Use that to convince them that you are an orca trainer and should be permitted in the tank with the angry Shamu” or “Eliot, we need you to pretend to be an Olympic snowboarder, you have ten minutes to find a snowboard, GO.”
And then afterwards he puts his head down on the table and moans quietly to himself while getting surprisingly little respect for being able to yank expert cooking/singing/baseball/whatever skills out of his ass.
Oh, Eliot. This is why I want to give you five hundred hugs.
(This is inspired by having just watched the episode where Eliot has to masquerade as a country music star and gets a fan club in like fifteen minutes. Mr Badger and I had this conversation:
Me: I have figured out who Eliot is.
Mr Badger: Who?
Mr Badger: Elucidate?
Me: He is good at everything, apparently. And Barbie was, what, a doctor, a lawyer, a presidential candidate, an astronaut, a veterinarian–
Mr Badger: –and got shockingly little respect for it.