mzminola:

c-is-for-circinate:

So, seven episodes in, and I have many feelings about Leverage, and Eliot who cooks and loves horses and has hair and flashbacks straight out of a bad 80’s action movie, and Parker who’s Extremely Neurotypical (so fucking autistic but not in the usual TV ways) and fantastic, and Hardison with his sass and his visual aids and his geek pride and his endless UST with Parker, and even about sweet Sophie, the world’s worst actress ever.

Unfortunately, I think most of my feels are for Nate Ford, because never have I gone from 0 to crossover OT3 so fast as I have with Nate/Will Schuester/eaten by a shark.

I need Will and Nate to meet in a bar and bitch all night about the ungrateful slobs they rescued from the gutter, while said ungrateful slobs hang out together, and Parker gives Brittany lessons in, like, everything, while Santana terrifies Eliot with her attitude and her breasts until he teaches her knife tricks.  And Will and Nate end the night as drunken messes, possibly caught out on the street corner in the snow without their pants.

Yeah.  I think that would be excellent.

Meanwhile, Sue and Sterling…