anniekroy:

We’re friends… we’re extras.

Let’s talk about how Nate and Sophie are terrible at being in a relationship like they’re already in one. The First Rule of San Lorenzo: You don’t talk about San Lorenzo… or the kiss or Sophie’s real name. (In my personal headcanon, Nate shouts different names mid-coitus till he gets it right—DOMINIQUE?… CAROLINE?… RAQUEL?). The Second Rule of San Lorenzo: sobriety not optional, develop a drinking habit, or leave your spouse, the Duke on your behalf. I love Nate acting coy like he doesn’t have stellar decision-making skills even under the influence. Yeah, Nate, how ever did you slip into Sophie’s vagina and pass out on the floor. Three, when considering a friends with benefits relationship, act like it’s not a big deal, because that’s mastermind talk for we’re taking baby steps. Lastly, make sure the chances of Eliot and Parker NOT seeing a bra dangling from the staircase is zero. Relationship advice not written by Nate and Sophie. Hardison and Parker, don’t take notes.

#this is exactly what i wanted to happen this season and they are just as terrible as i knew they would be and everything is ridiculous ‘secret’ sex and nothing hurts

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anniekroy:

elenitahb:

“Is that what they call it?”

#doing the san lorenzo like they do on the discovery channel #on nate’s bed on nate’s floor on a towel by nate’s door in nate’s tub in nate’s car up againt nate’s mini-bar

I WILL GET ALCOHOL POISONING WITH THIS SHIP

#ACCURATE #SAN LORENZO STYLE #code for: get pissed drank first

elenitahb:

LEVERAGE. ONE SCENE PER EPISODE

NATE: It took ten years but we got our first crash landing.
SOPHIE: [snickering] Ten years. Thanks for getting it right this time.
NATE: You’re right. Ten years ago I saw you for the first time. You were swiping a Degas from a collection in Prague. I saw you… you saw me.
SOPHIE: I ran, you chased.
NATE: Then, two years later, I caught up with you In Damascus- caught you, I should say. You, uh, turned around, introduced yourself and that’s when I met Sophie Devereaux. It’ll be eight years next month.
[Sophie smiles]
SOPHIE: Well played.
NATE: Thank you.
SOPHIE: I still don’t understand how you can mix up Paris… and Tuscany.

1.05; The Mile High Job

mareeana:

#professional life-ruiners

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mareeana:

#my exquisite no-nonsense queen

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emergencyjimmychoos:

 #atths

searoaches:

#get it nate

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correspond:

You’re the closest thing I’ve ever had to a real friend and I’ve never heard you say my real name. How sad is that?

#guessing she heard it a few times the other night

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mareeana:

Sophie: Don’t cry for me, San Lorenzo.
Nate: You are utterly unclear on how to be dead. This is the second time in two years you shouldn’t be at your own funeral

You guys. YOU GUYS. These two. Three years of angst (with a history~~ even!) and now he knows her name and everything’s bliss and sexytiems. Oh show, why must you make me love you so? (This is kind of only randomly related to the moment in the gif but shh. I haven’t made a reaction post so this is my chance to let it out~.)

(Source: formerlymareeana, via emergencyjimmychoos)

PARKER: Who taught you how to drive?
SOPHIE: Taxi driver in Istanbul.
PARKER: I like it.

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