#dammit leverage

[dragonbean78]

Leverage redemption really said we’re gonna make you feel things tonight

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 1x8 - "The Bank Shot Job"

Leverage 3x16 - "The San Lorenzo Job"

Leverage: Redemption 1x2 - "The Panamanian Monkeys Job"

[werewolfsmile]

Dammit Hardison - The Compilation

[watch it on youtube]

[watch the companion, Dammit Parker]

Here it is, every instance of dammit Hardison in Leverage and Redemption! I've given a bit of context with every scene, rather than just the two seconds it takes to yell dammit Hardison.

Eliot says this phrase 14 times in Leverage and 6 times in Redemption, plus it being said 3 times by other people, bringing us to a grand total of 23 dammit Hardisons! And now you can enjoy them all!

Here's to hoping there's more in S3 of Redemption!!!

(edit: LMAO WHOOPS i accidentally skipped one of the bonus dammit hardisons on my first render of this video! 🤦🏼‍♀️it's now edited and included in here but boy do i feel silly, can't believe i missed it the first time around. the numbers above have been updated as well. there's only one person i can blame this on: dammit hardison!)

[hedgiwithapen]

Leverage timetravel, pre pilot/child ot3 meet their redemption era selves

(I took some liberties re: /meeting/) In hindsight, visiting the US Patent office was probably not their smartest move.  Never return to the scene of the crime, and all, at least not if the job was finished. 

But they'd put a pin in going back for the time machine, and not even a really bad idea could deter Hardison from an actual time machine. Well. Portal, like Eliot had said. 

It hadn't come with an instruction manual, but the three of them, Hardison, Parker, Eliot were professionals at figuring things out on the fly . Even lost in the past. Even scattered. 

Hardison knew he just had to wait, though. They'd find each other. They'd lived through the past once, they could deal with it again, especially knowing everything they did. And it wasn't like they had to live through the whole span of years, either. They just had to find each other, put the pieces back together, scattered with them, and go home. Easier said than done--he was starting to think they might have ended up in different times--but still, the Estimated range was fifteen to twenty years, so that was only five max before they met up, right?

Hardison had gotten right to work. Ads in every major newspaper in the heartland cost plenty, but he had years of criminal practice on top of knowing what tech to invest in, so he really wasn't that worried. He guessed Eliot would be betting on sports games, like in Back to the Future. Parker... well, it was hard to guess where she was. Once he and Eliot met up, they'd have to wait for her to get to them. He did have a few things to do, first.

He knocked on Nana's door, feeling like maybe he ought to be wearing a bow tie. 

"What is it? You from the county?" she asked, when she opened the door. He could see behind her a few curious faces, including his own. Damn, he'd been so tiny. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said brightly. He could remember this day, vaguely. The box he held was more familiar than his adult face. "I'm here to install your new computer."

"I didn't order any computer," Nana said. "Run your scam someplace else."

"It's not a scam!" he heard his own voice say. "I entered a contest at school."

He had. And he'd lost. Stupid Jake Puckett had won, a kid who could have easily afforded a computer. Alec hadn't known that though, until Hardison'd checked idly. And he wasn't about to just let all of history change. Well, all his own history. 

"You got some proof of that?" Nana asked, and Alec went  scampering off to his room to find his copy of the essay.

Satisfied with the expertly forged documents (wow! it was much easier to forge past documents when you were in the time they were from!) Nana let him in and pointed to a corner desk near an outlet. 

"You ever use your own one of these?" Hardison asked Alec, who shook his head. " just the one at school. I really won?"

"Sure did. Now, let me show you what this thing can do."

~

Eliot stood at the edge of the field, a newspaper crumpled in his hand. Hardison was in Boston, if the ad was right, and of course the ad was. No one else put that much effort into a coded message. 

He watched the football fly. In two weeks, the kid throwing it would be on a bus to boot camp. He closed his eyes. There were options.  Kid wouldn't believe him, of course. There were no secrets yet, to spill as proof. And he was too stubborn to buy the warning.  A good solid tackle, though. Break his arm bad enough...

He'd thought about it. And then about the what ifs. The blood would still be spilled, he knew that. Someone else would end up on Moreau's chain. Someone else would end up with a half dug grave for Flores, and maybe keep digging it.  Everything he'd done for money, the money'd go to someone else. Job might not get done, or it might. 

He'd be there for his mother's funeral. He'd miss Katherine Clive's. Rebecca Ibanez.�� the way the drinking might have gone... he'd miss Nate Ford's.  He'd go to school, like his dad wanted, never play college ball. Study something-- art history, maybe -- but no, that was him now. Not him then. Him then would be angry and broken. Him then wouldn't have... his people.

He crumped the paper further. "Dammit, Hardison," he said quietly, and walked away. 

~

Parker had a code. Some things, you just didn't do. Some were big and flashy and obvious. Some were smaller, quieter. 

Hardison would say she shouldn't do this, she knew, and she usually listened to Hardison. He knew what he was talking about, most of the time. You can't change the past. That'd been part of the lecture before they'd gone to steal the time machine.  You can do things, sure, but you always did them. 

Well, Parker hadn't done this. No one had, back the first time she'd lived through this day. But she was doing it anyways, breaking his rule and her own. You don't steal from kids who don't have anything. 

Carefully, she picked the lock on the child's bicycle chain. 

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"Now, if anyone here doubts that the smart thing to do is to settle generously, why don't you throw that video on up there?"

Leverage Redemption S02E01 The Debutante Job.

Bonus Eliot is going to kill horribly maim whoever wrote this:

[agirlinthegalaxy]

Rewatching the Grave Danger Job and crying and like. even when Hardison gets out of the casket, he hugs everyone but Parker. (But especially that first with Eliot? Hardison is probably the most normal on the team when it comes to physical affection, while Eliot probably has the most violent history with it and yet, Eliot using that strength and intensity to embrace Hardison instead? And the way that Hardison has a death grip on Eliot, someone who has sworn his life to making sure that they're all safe, after going through the most harrowing experience in his life?) But my initial point, bc Parker still isn't ready for that. She's still learning how to let people in and let them see her and her care, and she already bared her heart earlier telling Hardison that she needed him. And how Hardison doesn't need the same hug from her like he does everyone else, but just her comfort however she can offer ("I need you, Alec," and the most desperate look in her eyes as she sees him, even though she takes a step back bc she still can't do it) and he respects it in even the most situations. Just. I love everything about this show.

[brionysea]

Parker when she's high: I will flying-attack-hug Eliot because I know he'll catch me and I will regular-boring-old-walking-hug Hardison because Hardison's the best and he deserves hugs.

Eliot when he's high: Hug Hardison. Do it. Do it right now. Wait what the hell why is he hugging back stop abort ABORT-

Hardison when he's high: A whiny koala of a person. Won't let either of them get more than ten feet away from him. There is no canon basis for this I simply know the truth. High Hardison is the smartest person alive and High Hardison wants cuddles.

[mossterious]

This is so random but I actually think that Parker and Armand would get together so well. Parker teaching Armand about lock picking and him being simply enthralled. Armand taking apart a toaster and Parker being like “ooo”. A shared love of art and also of stealing it. I think they could talk for like ten hours about one specific kind of security system. They are besties to me :))

I think it’s mostly because of how similar they are. Only one name autistics with really unique world views and moral stances. Being fucked up by their mentor figures that saved them but also ruined them. Being afraid to love but also unable not to. I picture them both hanging upside down a lot. Being weirdly quiet and startling the people around them. Weird even when in a group of weirdos.

Just. Parker and Armand.

[haloburns]

the librarians is just magical leverage, change my mind

[blogcherryblossomthings]

I need Will Patton to guest on Leverage Redemption, but he’s too good to portray one of the one-note generic villains Redemption has been serving up so far. He should be either a Joe Biden figure who can’t be touched no matter what he says or does or allows to happen to good decent people, or a Robin Hood figure the team lets go because he’s better than the government or the two-tiered justice system at this point.

[innytoes]

Outsider povs are my fave please share about yours!!

You activated my trap card! This is my Leverage fic, Let's go Steal a Protégé, which only has TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT and is also the reason I'm not allowed to post wips anymore until I'm done, because the last four chapters have taken like two years to post, lol.

The last two chapters kind of wrap up going from post-Leverage into Leverage:Redemption.

Chapter 27 is all about 'the Gen Z Leverage International Group Chat' aka all the young people Leverage has recruited across the globe banding together to whine and moan about The Old People.

Ollie (he/him * AUS): That feel when you get beat up by goons and make an ‘oof ah my bones’ joke and nobody laughs Jamie (they/them * USA): Boooo Ollie (he/him * AUS): They asked me if I needed medical attention. Nah mate, I just cracked a rib, but the real thing that’s bruised is my ego That’s a great meme

So this chapter is half-written and then it's just the ending. But Hnnngh it's so hard when my brain just wants to write JATP.

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Let's read Eliot's single dad blog together, shall we?

About Me I'm a single dad who loves his kids and his life. I made this blog to share my day-to-day life and hopefully help out anybody out there who is also doing it on their own. Single touches the adult organ before the hassle. Single coughs! Will the device migrate near the rejected stray? His sigh solves the folded biochemistry. Father chairs a disclaimer. The circular pops the store inertia. When can another pulled table gain father? Why can't single dose the counterpart? Single walks! Beside the guns workload staggers single.

Bracing for Braces It's time for that dreaded part of growing up: braces. The set spike despairs below the class. A cumulative target bicycles next to a diagnosis. Braces retracts next to the narrative. Inside braces decides the fruit. The condemned chase opposes this inertia. Across the dominant stirs the blatant engine. Braces succeeds on top of the peer. Why won't a recorder foam underneath the incidental car? The patience bobs? Braces crafts a banana near the fast enlightened. Beside braces speculates the determined insight. Braces owns the gasp.

Truly riveting and insightful stuff

[werewolfsmile]

Leverage: Redemption S1E1 The Too Many Rembrandts Job

[hedgiwithapen]

Leverage Redemption:

Harry and his redemption list

Harry Wilson wasn't completely useless with technology, despite what his daughter joked. He loved a good mobile game, he was always up on his email--which would have been a real game changer for the industry if not for the fact that he really wasn't that old, seriously, enough with the jokes, email'd been around for most of his career. He seriously did not miss pagers, though there was something satisfying about a flip phone. He knew what a Pokemon was, he could theoretically post a tweet, and he frequented several tumblr blogs that posted kitten videos and interesting art. He was by no means a technophobe. 

But he appreciated paper. There was something about writing by hand on good quality paper, with a fountain pen, or at least a Pilot G-2 gel pen, black ink, instead of some chicken-scratch cheap ballpoint, or worse, typing and printing out. Something about writing by hand made things real. 

That was sort of the problem, he thought, sitting at his desk with the ink spreading out on the paper. Bleeding, it was called. It felt like blood. It wasn't that they weren't real to him, all his clients, all his cases. All the victims he'd helped to bulldoze. They had always been real. That just hadn't mattered.

He wrote the first name. Cole. The second. Mateo.  The ink bled over the paper and his hands as he wrote down years of names.

In the morning, he can use the resources Leverage has to offer. He can see who he can find. He can see who he can try to help, even if he can't fix it entirely. He can see what was left in the wake after the gavel came down. 

Tonight, though, Harry sat at his desk and wrote his list, hating every time he had to consult a file because the name wouldn't come to his memory. That might be the worst crime of all, the not remembering. But who could he blame for that but himself? He chose it all. That mattered. And, he thought with some guilt, he chooses this now. Which choice outweighs the other?  

Every name is a brick in the road to redemption. It's going to be a long walk. 

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

A collection of Eliot's 'Dammit, _______'s over the years!

Honourable mention:

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

No, but the "Dammit, Parker" in this week's Leverage Redemption just felt so natural and I would like more of them, please