Living Life and Loving to Write

Had a friend express worry that Eliot Spencer gets injured so often in leverage and I had to reassure them: no no. U dont get it his old job was "getting the shit beat out of you constantly for the sake of people who dont care if u live or die," and then afterward he had to drag himself home, patch himself up, and do it all over again tomorrow. NOW he gets minor cuts and bruises (usually), and the moment the job is done his whole clingy crime family gets to go "oh that looks like it hurts let's get you some bacitracin and bruise cream!! Do you wanna cook dinner to feel better?" And then they all make sure he is never in any true mortal danger and he always gets a say in what he does for the job. This is like a working dog who got house privileges and now enjoys fat naps in front of the fire and fancy wet food after his long day guarding the flock. Hes doing great actually.

it's so important to me that eliot is canonically not just parker and hardison's third wheel but in fact textually placed right in the middle of their relationship. when parker says she's in a great relationship in the swipe right job, she doesn't say "me and hardison and also you." she says "me, you, hardison." in the harry wilson job they change the infamous "til my dying day" to "til OUR dying day," implying that eliot has made his peace with the idea that he's not on the outside as parker and hardison's protector but an active part of the relationship that can't be lived without. hell in the long goodbye job nate's narrative doesn't have parker and hardison, the romantic couple, holding hands as they die, but the two of them holding hands with ELIOT, who's in between them. he's central to the relationship, and nothing and no one will ever change that

March

I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

Whoever fucked this up should be stabbed

Today’s your lucky day

Oh, my word we care.

Et tiramisu, Brute?

Can confirm, if there's a tornado bearing down my basement is for everyone. I'll shove it full of strangers if I have to. Just knock and look panicked and we'll Get It.

the “pleasure to have in class” to overly active tumblr user pipeline

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