thieves-r-us: bananaleaves: morebrandy:
I LOVE THE SMELL OF CANON IN THE MORNING.
You know half their jobs are going to involve fights with the Chinese Triad, people jumping off of buildings and three-way bomb-diffusing stunts, right? Old wild west of unorthodox crime lead by ruthless, cocky, overenthusiastic youths on a mission who learned from the very best, come to me. They’re gonna raise hell.
Though I like to believe, as much as they’ve grown and are fully ready to do this on their own, they’re still gonna call Nate and Sophie sometimes, only to find them in some European city settingpeoplepiles of money on fire, running around rooftops in Paris, gondola chasing in Venice, traveling the world on Nate’s boat or solving mystery murders on a train through the Swiss Alps, so in those cases they’ll have to call Tara (“if you want to get in trouble again..” EVEN HER FAREWEEL FITS PERFECTLY NOW) and awesomeness will ensue.
But mostly I’m still dying over the idea of Parker being the mastermind from the very beginning (you guys this is the best con this show has pulled off because it went on for 5 years and still no one suspected anything. remember when John Rogers said it was all part of a secret plan to make Parker become the mastermind and everyone assumed he was trolling? Leverage; Where trolling within trolling happened and the series finale was a con pulled off by the writers themselves, talk about going out with style.) AND ALSO A MASTERMIND THAT IS A WOMAN, THE BEAUTY OF THIS BLINDS ME and Eliot and Hardison archoring her because the three of them have always been different aspects of the same mastermind figure and now they’re ready and they’re gonna do it together and that’s all that matters!! SHOOOOW!!!!!!
Don’t even get me started on Eliot because you know my heart can’t take this many emotions at once but W O W ‘till my dying day’ this show’s canon is more cheesy and epic (chepic!) than any other and is my absolute favorite.
E L I O T YOU FELL 5 YEARS AGO AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY TO GET UP AND NOW YOU’RE CREATING BREW PUB MENUS AND FIGHTING CRIME IN SUNGLASSES AND YOU LOVE IT.And of course also dying over the return of the wonderfully misleading shot because it has always been the most perfect/beautifully menacing shot in the entire series and I’ve loved it forever but now they REALLY look like a fucking Irish crime family because it’s their war now and they make it look cool (I think Hardison is now in charge of the fashion aspect of the crew ala Edna Mode, hence Eliot’s fashion-y glasses, am I spiraling too much? tell me when to stop) and it’s so hilariously badass and I know you’re secretly on tumblr Rogers, so thank you.
After the finale they obviously went and kept the cave, built the Eliot signal and turned Parker’s motorcycle into their batmobile because they’ve got 99 problems and personal space ain’t none of them.
I’M SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS STUPIDLY PERFECT ENDING.
#that time leverage ended and it was the worst but also the best
#I BET THEY JUST SKYPE ALL THE TIME SO SOPHIE CAN SHOW OFF HER SHOES #BC IT’S NOT LIKE THERE’S AN END TO THINGS SOPHIE CAN TEACH PARKER #AND HARDISON JUST WANTS TO TELL NATE ABOUT ALL THE IMPRESSIVE THINGS HE’S DONE IN THE CONS #WHILE ELIOT’S LIKE SHAKING HIS HEAD AND COOKING IN THE BACKGROUND #AND SOMETIMES THEY GET BACK TOGETHER FOR CHRISTMAS #AND THERE ARE NO PRICE LIMITS ON GIFTS #AND PARKER MAKES THEM GET THE STUPID REINDEER HEADBANDS #AND NATE GRUMBLES A LOT BC HE HATES IT #(BUT YOU KNOW HE SECRETLY DOESN’T) #AND HARDISON MAKES IT SNOW #AND THEY SIT AROUND AND TALK ABOUT OLD CONS #HA HA PARKER AND NATE TALKING ABOUT CON SET-UPS AT THE DINNER TABLE AND SOPHIE BEING REALLY MAD ABT IT BUT JOINING IN #NOPE DONE KILL ME
#rewatches are so funny now because you see just how much they do not give a shit about each other #and then you remember the later seasons and you cry and cry and cry
Oh my. There. Right there, sir. That is a wardrobe malfunction. I can see her hoo-ha. Her hoo-ha, sir! Are you blind? Do I need to call Congressman Caballo? Or Congressman Greenhill? I will call my whole Rolodex, sir!
What the hell’s a Sophie?
Nate: What’d you steal?
Sophie: Something…hockey…related. A certain trophy.
“Me and my money, Hardison and Eliot, Nate and you…”