People like that, corporations like that, they have all the money they have all the power and they use it to make people like you go away. Right now you’re suffering under an enormous weight. We provide… Leverage.
My absolute favorite thing about Taraji P Henson is she always looks like she is 9000% ready to lean back against the nearest piece of furniture and sip champagne with a satisfied smirk on her face as some asshole whose comeuppance she has completely engineered is led away in handcuffs, screaming that she can’t do this to them.
Taraji P. Henson to play the Sophie or Nate role in a new edition of Leverage.
Vintage Leverage. The post-war economy boom provides many advantages for soldiers coming home and their families, but it also increases the number of companies, as well despicable individuals, who prey on innocents. Veterans who were promised education and business loans, but fell victims to scams; women losing their jobs on false pretenses; families robbed of insurance money. They had no one to turn to, until a group of former soldiers assembled an unusual team specializing in recovering compensation for their victimized clients. Staging elaborate cons, they provide… leverage.
Another season of Leverage watched, with some internal screaming over Eliot’s shoulders.*
Down to most of the bottom hem to finish on the sewing project tomorrow. And a new project added to my mental queue of a blasted pin cushion. My fingers will thank me for not stabbing them while reaching into the cup that currently holds the straight pins.
*Just. broad shoulders that are nicely muscled with a proper overlay of fat to pad them are. really. fucking. appealing. ok? Also, his physicality is likewise appealing. He’s not the only one who is, he just hits some very specific buttons. I mean, can you imagine being cuddled by that? Just. All wrapped up and snuggling into him. GAH!
*stomps off muttering to themself about pretty men and a very annoying case of skin hunger*
Have you heard him sing yet?
(Christian Kane has a band IRL, too.)
*grins broadly* I need to check how much more I need to acquire, because I haven’t been very good about getting more since his first album came out. Mostly because my eclectic taste in music has been wandering elsewhere.
(I had a reminder today about why I fucking adore his singing, because third season has the county music episode, and fuck damnit.)
Another season of Leverage watched, with some internal screaming over Eliot’s shoulders.*
Down to most of the bottom hem to finish on the sewing project tomorrow. And a new project added to my mental queue of a blasted pin cushion. My fingers will thank me for not stabbing them while reaching into the cup that currently holds the straight pins.
*Just. broad shoulders that are nicely muscled with a proper overlay of fat to pad them are. really. fucking. appealing. ok? Also, his physicality is likewise appealing. He’s not the only one who is, he just hits some very specific buttons. I mean, can you imagine being cuddled by that? Just. All wrapped up and snuggling into him. GAH!
*stomps off muttering to themself about pretty men and a very annoying case of skin hunger*
I have gotten all the seams done on my current hand-sewing project, and the hem at the neck and one of the arm-hole hems is started and my hands hate me. Lots. (Jewelry pliers are fantastic for pulling needles through four layers of muslin. Or in the case of the hems I’ve started on, eight layers.)
Also, I have watched a complete season of Leverage today. Plus the first episode of the next. Three more seaons of Leverage to go. And the bottom hem, a second arm-hole hem, and the rest of the first arm-hole hem to get through.
My hands are going to be screaming agony by the end of the week, but it will be worth it. Because I will have a nice light weight sleeveless thing to wear under the sixty pounds of buttons and damask fabric at Philcon, so I am less likely to overheat.
(Next bit of screaming agony: finishing sewing the buttons onto the coat. There’s a reason I gave up my embroidery and mostly gave up hand-sewing, and this is it. On the other hand, all cotton. Including the thread. No itchy synthetics.)
(Also, on the subject of Leverage – I would like to punch Jim Sterling in his smug bastard face. He’s got very pretty suits, and if he just shut up and sat there, he might be aesthetically pleasing. But damn if he’s not the kind of person I’d gladly break ribs of if given the opportunity. As a character, he’s growing on me, though. He’s really great as a character. And I still want to break his face. Breaking it with a baseball bat may be better than employing my already cranky hands, though.)
Well. That is a disturbing and extremely irritating thing to wake up to. At least now I know why there was that post about fans of Leverage telling Hulu they like the show and would like to keep it. (I was not planning on spending something like $90 between the DVDs and shipping to get my hands on Leverage so I wouldn’t lose the ability to rewatch it because some ass at a company decided that no one was going to care if they dropped it.)
Man, the acting work on Leverage is just so superb at all times??. I just rewatched some of Kane’s scenes in “The Big Bang Job” and he knocks it out of the park there.
Like, just as an example, when he and Moreau meet again for the first time, he looks him straight in the eye, clearly knowing that he can’t give an inch, can’t show weakness. And it almost works, he almost seems unaffected, except for one second right in the middle where his eyes flick away
Like he can’t help himself, like it’s too hard for him to look, remembering who he was with that man, who he has to be in that moment.
And it’s such a small thing, it’s nothing in that scene and still we get an understanding from it – that this is hard for Eliot, that he’s unsure and fucking terrified.
Kane managed to get that vulnerability across in nothing but an eye movement and honestly I’m just fucking blown away sometimes from the acting abilities in Leverage.
They said it was impossible, that three people couldn’t share a Jaeger. There was no way that three people’s minds could sync perfectly enough to work one of the machines. Especially if they weren’t related. But that’s what they did: they bent the rules.
My Notes:
I like finding crossovers and long fic, and this is an awesome bit of both. And I love how the author wove the triad, and it’s just. I love this. I am going to go reread this again soon.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 