HARDISON: Speaking of which, did you ever find that steak place?
ELIOT: The bet’s off.
HARDISON: What you mean the bet’s off?
ELIOT: The second that we found out they were grifters, the bet’s off.
HARDISON: That doesn’t count. You didn’t set—
ELIOT: Page 189, rule number 7 in the bro handbook.
HARDISON: What? There wasn’t no rules. You didn’t set any rules.
ELIOT: The bet is off in a situation where—
HARDISON: I’ll be damned if it’s off.
ELIOT: All right, then! I’ll make you some prime rib when this is over.
HARDISON: Bone in, well-done?
ELIOT: Well-done, bone in.
HARDISON: All right.
Leverage, 4x15 – The Lonely Hearts Job
I love that little grin there. Double entendre FTW. :)
Singer of classical stuffs.
Shameless fanthing.Queer/Genderqueer. Feminist. Progressive. Gen X. Northwest snob. Journalist and media-deconstruction nerd. Happily married and an adoptive parent of a most excellent little boy. Endless pontificator on topics both sublime and ridiculous. Expect both breathless pop-culture squee and wordy rageflails about social justice.
My "home" fandom is Primeval, but these days I'm most heavily into Vikings, Game of Thrones and Arrow. Check my fandoms masterlist to see the other stuff I usually post about. If it has a kickass chick, a charming rogue, and/or an adorkable nerd in it, I probably like it.
I'm an incurable OT3 shipper, particularly of the alpha male/beta male/alpha female flavor, but I ship some pairs, too (het, slash and femslash.) See my ship list for details.
I don't have much time to make fanworks these days, but I have a few fics up on AO3 and some vids on YouTube (under Talea100.)
Fun fact: I had crushes on both C-3P0 and Data.