Play the Man

Never send a puppy to clean up its own mess.  Independent Harvey Specter RP blog from USA's Suits universe.  I will adjust timelines a little bit depending on the verse, but for the most part this muse starts off just before Mike stumbles into the picture.  (Mostly because I has no Mike).  Mun & Muse both over 21.  This muse is an asshole - I will not apologize for this; you have been warned.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

Begonia — “We are being watched.” Blue Flax — “You are very kind.” Blue Hyacinth — “I will give my life to your service.” Bronze Chrysanthemum — “Though I value your friendship, I cannot love you.” Daffodil — “I do not return your affections.” Deadly Nightshade — “I believe you to be false.” Foxglove — “You are not really in love.” French Marigold — "You are unreasonably jealous.” Hawthorn — "Despite your answer, I shall strive to win your love.” Iris — "Your friendship means so much to me” Lavender — “I like you very much, but this, I am sure, is not love.” Mistleoe — “Kiss me” Myrtle — “Be my sweetheart.” Ox-eye Daisy — “I might learn to love you.” Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.” Purple Hyacinth — “I am sorry, please forgive me.” Red Rose — “I love you” Scarlet Geranium — "I do not trust you.” Spider Flower — “Elope with me.” Sweet Pea — "Thank you for a lovely time.” Tea Rose — "I’ll remember, always.” Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?” White Camellia — "You’re adorable.” White Rose — "I love you not.” Yellow Rose — "I love another.”

[90377]

Meadow by Tomek Niedzwiedz

[gayspree-deactivated20200410]

[ifoundyourmistake]

"'But Your Honor, I Googled it twice' is even less of an acceptable courtroom maneuver when it hasn't been invented yet, puppy." - winningnotcaring

“Oh come on, you don’t trust me to keep my hilarity in the right era?” 

[winningnotcaring]

“All of London knows we’re crazy,” Harvey corrected, doing one of his ‘I don’t really care all that much’ stern court faces.  It was the one he used in only two scenarios: when dealing with something so absurdly beneath his legal notice, or when dealing with someone he trusted enough not to put in the usual masking effort.  

This particular instance felt like just a little bit of both.

“But there’s good crazy and bad crazy.  We’re eccentric Americans.  The good crazy gets us jobs and party invitations.  The bad crazy ends with you in Bedlam and a lot of very dead humans.”

Because Harvey had always been a smart man, but one place where logic was absolutely thrown out the window (along with reason and restraint and mercy and a whole host of other niceties) was a world in which someone had endangered his puppy.

Or touched his puppy.

Or, you know, on particularly bad days, happened to look at his puppy sideways.

[ifoundyourmistake]

Again Mike smiled, this time small and quietly pleased. He was no stranger to the irrational streak that reared its violent head when someone so much as looked at him (at all, some days), and part of him knew he should probably be put off by the idea, but there was a dark streak in Harvey’s puppy that played nicely with his love of the god’s protective, possessive bent. 

The bad crazy still sounds like good crazy, Mike said silently, the unspoken response laced with echoes of the pleasure that protectiveness inspired, and Mike shot Harvey a quick glance across the table over the top of his coffee. The omega wouldn’t intentionally fuck things up–and he was sure Harvey knew that–but that particular projected ending was only mostly a deterrent. 

[winningnotcaring]

There were plenty of reasons Harvey exercised self-control over his (particularly violent) protective, possessive streak - not least of which being that he actually had a great deal of respect for his mate and wanted him to be happy - but when Mike sat down across from him, purring pleasure and encouraging him... there’s really only so much restraint that anyone could expect him to maintain.

If Mike was going to sound happy about being possessed, then Harvey would possess him without a moment’s hesitation or a heartbeat of guilt.

 Doing so in this particular moment, however, required a minor bending of the laws of physics.  With a low growl (too resonant for small human chests) he ceased existing in his chair and resumed existing while standing behind Mike’s, pressed up against the back - one hand wrapping around his throat with a perverse gentleness while the other pushed slowly down the plane of his chest.  He bent with that motion, curling in on himself until he could steal a kiss from the sweet mouth held exactly where he wanted it.  

If you wanted to feel me lick blood from your skin again, puppy-mine... all you had to do was ask. 

There was a moment’s pause then, in both thought and physical motion.

Or was that beg?  He shrugged and resumed the downward motion of his palm, moving over Mike’s stomach now.  I’m sure you’ll figure it out.  That brilliant mind has never let me down. 

[tarnishedson-new]

Disastrous Bromance || Terje Thorson and Mike Ross

[winningnotcaring]

Whether or not Mike recognized the evil glint in Terry’s eye, Percy did - and Harvey did for damn sure.  “No, no.  That’s about all I’ve got for this group,” he explained, eyes continuing to flick back over the kid - Mike - standing next to his party animal cousin.  “The rest of the work will be on my end, but if we can keep ourselves out of the news for the next three months or so, that will go a long way toward making sure we don’t get tagged with the worst of it.”

And if he looked specifically at Terry when he said that part, exactly no one was surprised.

Behind Harvey, Percy looked both thoughtful and amused; for those who knew her, it was a terrifying combination.  “Since you’re so excited to have him on board, why don’t you boys show Harvey about?  He’s going to be in and out quite a bit… wouldn’t do for him to get lost.”

For his part, Harvey shot her a pointed - slightly distrustful - look over his shoulder.  He hadn’t been in since a lot of the expansions, sure, but it wasn’t rocket science…  

She was up to something and he wasn’t entirely certain he liked it.

[ifoundyourmistake]

Mike was no stranger to that glint in Terry’s eye, either, but he was a stranger to anything approaching self-preservation. 

Clearly. 

“There’s no way the two of you are related,” Mike muttered, eyeing Harvey out of the corner of his eye even as he spoke to Terry, his flattened expression shifting to something a little measuring, a little curious, and just a touch appreciative. He threw Terry a smirk as that sound advice was aimed directly at his friend, popping an eyebrow up for a second, but even though he was chuckling into the backs of his knuckles, he found he couldn’t keep his eyes on his roommate for long. 

He hadn’t missed the way the other man’s eyes kept flickering back over him, and he found that scoping gaze did something no one else had managed to do in a very long time: it made him feel light as well as pleased and curious, making it difficult to control the corners of his mouth as they tried to pull up into a smile that was…almost coy. 

You know, if it had been allowed out. 

That gaze also meant that when Percy ordered he and Terry to show Mr. Specter around, the reaction was not the tantrum she had perhaps intended. Mike snapped to attention, one arm behind his back, but rather than keep his head straight he tilted it to one side as he gave Percy a salute, finally allowing his lips to curl with a smile–

And if his eyes slipped over to Harvey Specter as he nodded his head and responded with a playful–incorrigible– ‘Yes, sir!’, well. 

Could anyone blame him? 

[tarnishedson-new]

There’s a clearing of his throat at the salute and those two words, and an exaggerated roll of his eyes. He knows Mike well enough to place that particular sort of playful attitude. A well meaning shoulder-bump and Terje is dragging Mike forward, probably by a belt loop, letting go only long enough to pull his cousin into a hug like it hadn’t been a least a couple of years since they’d done more than send cards on holidays. “Look at you. You dapper fuck.”

He pulls back and makes a grand sort of gesture. “Harvey, Mike. Mike? Harvey. Don’t be scared, he only bites if you ask nicely.” There is barely a breath, not wanting either of them to get to much chance to think about that particular statement right away, before he was asking the next question. “How did Sis bully you into this particular position?”

“I do not bully anyone into anything Terje. Persuade often, coerce… Possibly. It’s not my fault that you’re still as weak willed as ever.” The words were like crystallized honey dripping off Thyra’s tongue. Sweet but rather sharp. Long eyelashes batted for a minute before a sort of chuckle curled the corners of painted lips upward. “Be careful with these two Harvey. If you thought Terje was a terror, the two of them are double the trouble.”

She leaves them with one significant look leveled at the three men. 

“On that happy note, lets start the tour, shall we?” Hands clapped together with these words and an excited grin stretched across his face.

[winningnotcaring]

That swoop-hug from Terje... honestly a part of Harvey felt like it should have been a surprise.  It wasn’t.  Some things never change - no matter how far you manage to get from home.  If his cousin thought he was gonna be able to slip that little nanobyte in under the radar, though, he had another thing coming.

“Beg.”  Just as casual as though they were discussing the weather and not the circumstances under which he would give someone that kind of pain.  There’s nothing casual about the steady stare straight at Mike when he continues, though.  “I only bite if you beg pretty.”

Whether that had been intended as a statement for Mike - he’d seen that saucy lilt to the offered salute - or simply to make his cousin uncomfortable really wasn’t terribly clear.  It’s possible there was something of a two birds, one stone situation.  In either case, he had absolutely no trouble moving on to the next conversational point, hands shoved into his pockets in a juvenile posture which somehow still manages to be oddly charming. 

“No one bullied me.  I’ve known Percy as long as you have, Ter-Bear,” (now that one was a deliberate little jab, he’ll own that one.)  “She asked for me, here I am.”  His attention shifted to Thyra, then, offering her a nod and a crooked grin (and possibly a wink, but it was from the wrong angle for anyone else to be sure) before spinning on one heel and ambling his lazy way down the hall.

“Tour’s already started, ‘cuz’.  Better pick up your pace.”

[winningnotcaring]

Corruption’s Such an Old Song | Lost Boys: Mike & Harvey

[winningnotcaring]

“Be nice,” Harvey chided almost… almost playfully, “or you won’t get any coffee.”  He’d brought it for the kid, after all.  Even taken the time to text Percy to find out how he took it.  

The stimulant wouldn’t do any good if he didn’t drink it, after all.  Why else would he have bothered?

Rocking back on his heels, Harvey waited patiently while the uniform officer on duty unlocked and opened the cell door, but when the motion had stilled and he got his first good look at Mike’s face he froze.  His face set itself into hard, unforgiving lines and in the space between one breath and the next he crossed the space between them and stood right in front of Mike, free hand taking a (surprisingly gentle) grip on his jaw and tilting his face so he could better examine the injury in question.

“Where else are you h-”  The cop behind him tried to step in with an answer and Harvey shot him a look that shut him up on the spot.  When he turned back to Mike, it was with a (slightly?) softer expression and he finished his question this time.

“Where else are you hurt?”

[ifoundyourmistake]

Coffee was the magic word. Mike stopped rubbing his eye(s) and turned to look at Harvey through the bars like he’d struck gold, but sadly the way his expression twisted into exaggerated thanks was blocked by the cop who came to unlock the door. Thankfully the cop didn’t block sound, too, or else Harvey would have missed Mike’s stage-whispered,

“I love you.” 

Mike forced himself to his feet as the door opened and made to leave the cell just as Harvey seemed to be coming in. Confusion and wariness flickered over Mike’s face with a hint of fear at the change that had come so quickly over the other man, his eyes never leaving Harvey’s face even as his own was turned–even as Harvey shot that quailing look at the officer who had started to answer for him. For a moment he was torn, blue eyes whipping back and forth between Harvey and the cop; it was perhaps an irrational fear, but he worried that answering Harvey would somehow get him into more trouble before he could get out–and yet at the same time…at the same time that softened expression brokered a surprising amount of trust. 

It was enough to have Mike working to recall the previous night’s events in spite of his uncertainty. 

It came in flashes: shots and smoke and half-dressed people, white lines and razor blades and ground-shaking bass, and then panic as the cops arrived. He’d been in no state to have anyone bust in on him, that much he did know–Trevor had talked him into taking more than he normally allowed himself–and so when the cops came for him, too, he fought back. He remembered a punch thrown and a punch received…he remembered being on his stomach….he remembered being slammed into something that now still ached in his ribs (that explained that)–

He remembered doubling over as a fist connected with his stomach, and he remembered the hands holding him upright from behind as his already sloshing and volatile stomach emptied itself almost immediately. 

“Ribs,” Mike answered finally, his voice low, his eyes still wary–though this time he wasn’t afraid of Harvey, but of what trouble his answer might bring him. His eyes flicked to the cop and back. “…Nowhere else.” He paused and then nodded to the side and added, “That will bruise.” Because he’d already opened the doors. Why not step on through? 

One more glance at the cop and Mike murmured,

“I might have been asking for it.”

Just for good measure. 

[winningnotcaring]

There is no doubting the fact that Harvey Spectre is a dangerous man - at least, not from anyone living in New York with half a brain between their ears - but the people who know him best (all four of them) will tell you that while it’s never a good idea to feel safe around Harvey, you’re usually not in for bodily harm.  

Unless he cracks his neck to one side and then the other; there is no surer sign of building fury.

That sign, it would seem, has made it out beyond his nearest and dearest as ‘Danger Will Robinson’ at the very least, because the moment he saw it, that cop got about three shades paler.  Ignoring him (blatantly), Harvey reached out to hand the cup of coffee over to Mike and then turned (deliberately) to put himself between this cop and his client’s employee while extending one arm toward the open door.  “Go on, pound puppy.  Car’s waiting out front.  I’ll be right behind you.”

Just as soon as he’s had a... pleasant little chat with a couple more old friends.

[frailmoon]

AMAZING Loki Watercolor Art by: Kimberly Godfrey

Hello everyone!! I just had to share this absolutely AMAZING Loki artist with my followers (she also does Thor (Chris Hemsworth), Tom Hiddleston, and many others!). Her name is Kimberly Godfrey and she’s from Seattle, WA - currently based in the UK. Her watercolor portraits are incredible!! PLEASE check out her GORGEOUS artwork and spread the word! 

You can find her on…

Twitter - @KimGodfrey77

Etsy - KimberlyGodfrey 

eBay - studio.k*

Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/kimgodfreyart/

Facebook - Art Studio Kimberly 

Artist Official Webpage - www.kimberlygodfrey.co.uk

THANK YOU!!! :D

[notanotherberniesandersblog]

Sanders camp: Clinton has not secured nomination yet

The Sanders camp slammed the media’s “rush to judgement.”

URGENT; PLEASE SPREAD THIS WIDELY! According to the Associated Press, Hillary Clinton has already accumulated enough delegates to win and become the Democratic Party’s nominee for president. Please ignore this announcement, it is not true at all. They’re including unpledged superdelegates in the delegate count to misinform potential voters. The primaries are far from over. Neither of the candidates will reach the 2,383 pledged delegate threshold needed to win the Democratic Party nomination. There will be a contested convention.

The Real Math

(As of June, 4th, 2016) Total Number of Delegates Available = 4763

CURRENT Score Hillary Clinton = 1769 Bernie Sanders = 1501

Total Number of Delegates Required to Clinch the Nomination = 2383 Total Number of Delegates Remaining = 1493 Total Number of Delegates Who Vote on June 4th Through June 14th, 2016 = 930

No Candidate Can Clinch the Nomination Before June 14, 2016

Hillary Clinton Would Need 614 out of 930 Bernie Sanders Would Need 882 out of 930

Total Number of Delegates Who Vote on July 25th, 2016 = 719 (Democratic National Convention)

The Nomination Will Be Decided on July 25th, 2016.

Please spread the word, this must go viral! California voters deserve better!

Tl;dr: Ignore it! Keep phone banking and donating and volunteering and canvassing!

(Credit to Jacob B. for writing this)

[taka0-deactivated20180911]

i honestly thought hillary won holy shit

[searchinmagic]

[gamechangershow]

[ifoundyourmistake]

"'But Your Honor, I Googled it twice' is even less of an acceptable courtroom maneuver when it hasn't been invented yet, puppy." - winningnotcaring

“Oh come on, you don’t trust me to keep my hilarity in the right era?” 

[ifoundyourmistake]

Mike tried to look sheepish. He really did. But the memory of Thomas’ reaction to the very alien idea of a high five still had him putting a finger over his mouth as he fought down yet another bout of giggles, his lips pressed together to help fend off the resulting smile. Thomas’ face had settled into something that was both confused and questioning–and not all of it was a question of how to react. No, some of it (a well-tempered part that was just visible) seemed very much to question Mike’s mental health. 

It shouldn’t have been funny, but Harvey’s puppy just couldn’t help himself: the situation was far too ridiculous–and he had a weakness for sass. 

“Thomas is a special case,” Mike finally responded, and then he lifted both eyebrows. “He knows we’re crazy.” 

[winningnotcaring]

“All of London knows we’re crazy,” Harvey corrected, doing one of his ‘I don’t really care all that much’ stern court faces.  It was the one he used in only two scenarios: when dealing with something so absurdly beneath his legal notice, or when dealing with someone he trusted enough not to put in the usual masking effort.  

This particular instance felt like just a little bit of both.

“But there’s good crazy and bad crazy.  We’re eccentric Americans.  The good crazy gets us jobs and party invitations.  The bad crazy ends with you in Bedlam and a lot of very dead humans.”

Because Harvey had always been a smart man, but one place where logic was absolutely thrown out the window (along with reason and restraint and mercy and a whole host of other niceties) was a world in which someone had endangered his puppy.

Or touched his puppy.

Or, you know, on particularly bad days, happened to look at his puppy sideways.

[winningnotcaring]

Eyes dilated is the worst feeling. Oh well. I got one (short) reply out and the stuff I owe drafted for when I have time to sit at an actual computer so at least there's that

[ifoundyourmistake]

"'But Your Honor, I Googled it twice' is even less of an acceptable courtroom maneuver when it hasn't been invented yet, puppy." - winningnotcaring

“Oh come on, you don’t trust me to keep my hilarity in the right era?” 

[winningnotcaring]

There was a moment of utter silence as Harvey looked up from his newspaper to stare at Mike with a flat, deadpan expression.

"You tried to give Thomas a high five yesterday."

Which was rather an answer in itself.

[wasthatnotarchived]

just a reminder that if you fuck with my friends you fuck with me (:(:(:

[mrgolightly]

[friedhvlm-archived-deactivated2]

*puts my hand on your shoulder* listen. I DID mean to make you upset and i DO think your opinions are shit

[infestation-in-my-mind]

I don’t know how to ask for help. I’m not wired that way.

Jordi (Red Band Society)