We mend and modify.

Harvey McTanner. Tailor, drinker, fighter. The little shop in Fort Frolic, and the twists and turns of Rapture's streets. He came with the best intentions, but left a fractured man. This is an OC RP blog for Bioshock 1, 2 and Infinite. Multiship, multiverse. FC: Jensen Ackles

[hardlyharvey]

[bURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR] GUESS WHOS BACK IN TOWN ))

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[hardlyharvey]

before 2014 ends inbox me one thing you’ve always wanted to know or say to me and i have to reply to all of them

[edwardnortonblog]

Edward Norton for Interview magazine November 2014

[hardlyharvey]

"Oh, Eric. . . Yeah. . . I've got a lot of good memories of that guy. I think he's a chemistry teacher now. He was probably one of the best big brothers one could ask for. He was always super smart, you know? He knew every answer to every question I ever asked him. He showed me that there were always answers. He taught me how to live a good life. My dad, ya know, he was a good father, but he didn't rally teach me a lot. That was always Eric's job. I looked up to him my whole life. I still do.

He'll always be in my head, even after he's been gone." 

[hardlyharvey]

[OPEN] Pickup.

Harvey checked his watch. The second-hand ticked slowly past twelve, indicating that yet another minute had passed. Half an hour was not the usual wait for jobs like this. Ten, fifteen minutes tops. Never half an hour. Harvey stared at the house across the street, scanning for any sign of movement inside. Nothing move. Nothing shifted. No shadows on the walls. The place was dead.

"Fuckin' prank callers." Harvey mumbled, pulling open the door to the car and sitting down. He left the door open a moment, taking one last look at the house. Sighing, he got out of the car and headed across the street.

Harvey moved cautiously up the walk, eyes darting from window to window. At last, he found himself in front of a dark-stained oak door, a stark contrast to the light color of the rest of the building. He ran a hand over the rough wood, deciding whether or not this was a good idea. Slowly, he curled his fingers into a fist and knocked three times.

The house made no sound, except for some old wind chimes which sung their familiar jingle in the gentle breeze.

[hardlyharvey]

Hi, it's Harvey. I've been working with Dinkey the past couple of months to get me ready to take over this blog. He hasn't got much time for it because of this whole France thing, but he told me that he doesn't want it to die either. That would mean that I die. And I don't really want that. So he taught me how to use all this stuff to keep me alive. He told me to tell you guys that he loves you a lot, and that he misses you even more.

I'll put up an open starter soon, and in the meantime if you want a thread with me send me an ask. I'm kinda busy most of the time with work and such, so replies may be slow, but at least I'll still be here. 

Remember to get your asks in!

[hardlyharvey]

Also I forgot about Munday, so here's me with €720. European Gangster. 

[hardlyharvey]

Bad news.

Well, it depends on how you see it.

I'm labeling this blog as "Semi-Discontinued." The leave I will be taking is too long to be called a "hiatus" But I'm not going for good.

As some of you may know, I've been planning an exchange trip for a while now. I leave for France on the 5th of September. That's in three days.

I will be staying an entire year. Well, a little less than that. I arrive home on July 10th, 2015.

During my time in France I want to severely cut down the English that I use. Immersion is key here, which means no RPing. For mutuals on Skype: I'll probably talk with you guys once a month. I will have a blog about my experience there, but it will be entirely in French. I recommend Google Translating it, or having someone who knows French read it to you.

This is not goodbye forever, but I will be gone for a long, long time. This means all threads will be dropped. I'm sorry if there's one you really loved, I know I have mine, but it's what's gotta happen.

I'm sorry for dropping this on you guys, and I feel bad for leaving you all right when it was getting good. I mean, I have more followers now than I ever did in my whole career on tumblr. That's amazing, and it sucks I have to go.

Please feel free to ask me any questions you have. You can go on anon if you don't mind the question being published, but if it's personal, you can ask to answer privately. Be quick, though. I've only got a couple more days here.

Again, I'm sorry for leaving you guys, but I'm super excited and nervous as hell. cult-of-rapture, if you could reblog this and put me as "on hiatus" then that would be grand. Better than "discontinued."

I love you all, and remember to ASK QUESTIONS!

- Dinkey: The Harvey-Mun.

[hardlyharvey]

Harvey parked the car a little off the way. He’d learned from experience that leaving your car directly in front of a house was a recipe for disaster. He made his way down the sidewalk, taking in the blissfulness of the night air.

Harvey had to admit, it was a nice neighborhood.

At last he found the house. He checked the address scribbled down on his palm. It had smudged a bit, but was still legible enough to confirm he was at the correct kid’s house. Taking a deep breath, he headed up the driveway. He rang the doorbell once. Twice. Three times. No answer.

"Fuckin’ teenagers." Harvey muttered, stepping around the corner and looking up to the second story window. A light was still on. He hoped it was the kid’s room. He took up a handful of pebbles and started tossing them at the window. After a few solid "clacks" the window slowly slip open, revealing the face of a young boy.

“Please don’t tell me you’re here to declare your undying love for me. This isn’t going to be like Romeo and Juliet, right?”

"No." Harvey replied, looking up at the kid. "I’m actually here to ask you some questions. And know that if you refuse, you’re putting yourself and anyone you know in danger. I’m sure you don’t want that."

[trainwrvcksarchive-blog]

Aiden raised an eyebrow at the man’s words. “You’re here to ask me questions, and if I don’t answer, I’m putting others in danger?” He didn’t know if this guy was serious or if he was bluffing. “My mother told me to never to talk to strangers, I believe you fall into that category.” He added as he crossed his arms.

Although he was curious to know what the man was talking about, he wasn’t about to let him inside. Aiden gave in and said, “Look, just ask me the stupid questions out here. I’m not letting you into my house.” 

[hardlyharvey]

Harvey considered the boy's proposition. He could just ask him out there. But Harvey didn't really want to stand out there in the cold, and this could take a while. Time for Plan B. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small wallet, opening it to show an F.B.I. identification card.

"Agent Willis. F.B.I. Now can I come in?"

[trainwrvcksarchive-blog]

Aiden was laying in bed on a Saturday night. He wasn’t one to go out on the weekends. He was slowly drifting off to sleep when he heard the sound of a pebble bouncing off of his window. Ignoring the sound, he tried to sleep again. Until a few more pebbles hit the glass. Aiden got up slowly and made his way to his window, pulling back the curtains only to see a familiar stand outside. Shaking his head with a laugh, he opened it. “Please don’t tell me you’re here to declare your undying love for me. This isn’t going to be like Romeo and Juliet, right?”

[hardlyharvey]

Harvey parked the car a little off the way. He'd learned from experience that leaving your car directly in front of a house was a recipe for disaster. He made his way down the sidewalk, taking in the blissfulness of the night air.

Harvey had to admit, it was a nice neighborhood.

At last he found the house. He checked the address scribbled down on his palm. It had smudged a bit, but was still legible enough to confirm he was at the correct kid's house. Taking a deep breath, he headed up the driveway. He rang the doorbell once. Twice. Three times. No answer.

"Fuckin' teenagers." Harvey muttered, stepping around the corner and looking up to the second story window. A light was still on. He hoped it was the kid's room. He took up a handful of pebbles and started tossing them at the window. After a few solid "clacks" the window slowly slip open, revealing the face of a young boy.

“Please don’t tell me you’re here to declare your undying love for me. This isn’t going to be like Romeo and Juliet, right?”

"No." Harvey replied, looking up at the kid. "I'm actually here to ask you some questions. And know that if you refuse, you're putting yourself and anyone you know in danger. I'm sure you don't want that."

[half-blood1988]

[flirtatious-wilson-blog]

Teenage Fanatic || OPEN

[hardlyharvey]

The reaction was instant. All heads turned towards him and Myrtle. Some faces had looks of pleasant surprise, other of shock and bewilderment. The sophomore holding the quarter let it fall to the ground, bouncing off the floor with a small “ping!”

"Uh, hi." Harvey said awkwardly, moving to a drink table in the corner and pouring himself a cup of what he hoped to God was beer. The kids nervously went back to their game, the conversations quietly building back up. He felt Myrtle by his side, giving him some comfort.

"Told you." He said flatly, taking a sip from the cup. 

[flirtatious-wilson-blog]

Myrtle was completely oblivious to the students turning to face her and Harvey, instead seeing it as stares of jealousy. Of course the other girls wanted to be with the attractive gym teacher, but she had beat everyone to the punch. Just as usual. With a smile, she waved to the rest of the cheer leading team, blowing kisses at each of her friends. Just as she turned to pull Harvey into the game, she noticed he wasn’t beside her any longer and a frown appeared on her face.

"Harvey!" she called, following him to the drinks. "What are ya’ doing? You wanna’ play quarters, don’t you?" Myrtle questioned, grabbing a red cup to fill with beer. It didn’t bother her to be drinking in front of Harvey, although he was a teacher and could call the police on all of them. She trusted him well enough. "It’ll be fun," she promised, kissing his cheek yet again before taking a sip of her drink.

[hardlyharvey]

"Alright, I'll give it a shot." Harvey said under his breath, still blushing from the kiss on the cheek. He approached the table as casually as he could, taking care not to make eye contact with any of his students.

"Mind if I give it a shot?" Harvey asked, keeping his eyes on the table.

"Y-yes sir, Mr. McTanner." The kid stammered, moving quickly out of the way.

"It's 'Harvey.' Formality can suck a dick." The teacher replied, flashing a smile. Alright, maybe he could get used to this.

He looked around the table at the other students, who were all looking back at him. He took a deep breath.

"My turn, isn't it?"

One kid nodded.

"Get me a book." Harvey instructed. One of the kids reached in his backpack and pulled out a math textbook, handing it over to Harvey. He placed it across from him, so that it made a triangle with the table with the flat side facing him. He picked up a quarter and shot. It bounced at first off the table, then onto the book, then off into the shot glass. He stood up and grabbed his beer, looking back to the kid who'd given up his seat.

"Thanks." Harvey said, then started off into the front room. 

[hardlyharvey]

"Watch where you’re going."

"Oh, um, sorry." Harvey said shyly, looking down at his feet. God, he was such a klutz sometimes. "I was just heading back to work. You get to Fort Frolic often?"

[inboxideas]

Send 3 questions. The character will answer 2. The mun will answer 1.

[thisisrpstuff]

The 13th gif in your folder is how your character would react to being in a horror film.

[golden-masquerade]

[hardlyharvey]

Tagged by mothermal you can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod/iPhone/iTunes/media player and write down the first 10 songs. Then pass this onto 10 people.

1. "Pure Sunlight" by Mr. Fijiwiji and AgNO3.

2. "Build That Wall (Zia's Theme)" by Bastion OST.

3. "The Way (Instrumental)" by Zack Hemsey.

4. "Sunshine (Adagio in D Minor)" by John Murphy.

5. "Safe Ambient" by Amnesia: The Dark Descent OST.

6. "Pompeii" by Bastille.

7. "Vindicate" by Datsik and Excision.

8. "Last Jungle" by Sub Focus.

9. "The Rake Hornpipe" by Spongebob Squarepants Production Music.

10. "Main Theme" by Pacific Rim OST.

Tagging: cartlandetchase, and anyone else who wants to. God, my iTunes is a strange place.

[justjensenanddean]

[hardlyharvey]

Jensen Ackles | JIBCon 2012 [x]

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if you don't mind RPing ships without smut