#John Harvie

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Meet Me @ The Altar announce 2024 'Say It to My Face' tour dates with Honey Revenge, John Harvie

Meet Me @ The Altar has announced that they will be hitting the road for an early 2024 North American tour in support of their debut album, Past // Present // Future. The “Say It to My Face” tour will feature support from Honey Revenge, John Harvie, and Elliot Lee on all dates. Starting on January 19th in Orlando, the tour will make stops in cities like DC, New York City, Toronto, Chicago, Los…

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John Harvie - BUS INVADERS Ep. 1891

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"Your kisses like roses, and I am the thorns"

- Roses, by John Harvie

[spinningintheshadows]

I WROTE MYSELF A LETTER AND SAID

THERE’S BEAUTY IN THE BAD THINGS, OH

PROMISE ME YOU WON’T LET GO

EVEN AT OUR BEST, WE’LL STILL BE A LITTLE BITTER

PART IF ME’S A SAINT BUT I’LL ALWAYS BE A SINNER

THERE’S BEAUTY IN THE BAD THINGS, OH

PROMISE ME YOU WON’T LOSE HOPE

EVEN WHEN WE’RE LOW

AND THERE’S NOTHING TO BELIEVE IN

WE’LL NEVER BE ALONE, YEAH

WE ALWAYS HAVE OUR DEMONS

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Scotland's First Minister has defended congratulating Donald Trump after his election win. Greens MSP Patrick Harvie grilled FM John Swinney on the letter he wrote to Trump on Wednesday (6 November 2024).

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Scottish Folklore Creature: Lavellan

The Lavellan is sometimes described as a Scottish folkloric creature, while other times is said just to be another name for a water shrew.

“What then is the Lavellan of Caithness? Should it be considered as the water Shrew ?”—(Wernerian Society’s Memoirs, vol. ii. p. 1.) Certainly we think so, and that the species has belonged to Caithness since Pennant’s time. Others, however, assign the name to a lizard.” 📖 “A Vertebrate Fauna of Sutherland, Caithness, and West Cromarty” by Harvie-Brown, J. A. and Buckley, T. E. (1887)

However, unlike a water shrew, the Lavellan is said to be a venomous giant water rat which is capable of making cattle sick, even from great distances away.

“The country people have a notion that it is noxious to cattle; they preserve the skin, and, as a cure for their sick beasts, give them the water in which it has been dipped.” 📖 “Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland” by John Gregorson Campbell (1900)

So the debate remains on if the Lavellan is a true folkloric creature, or simply an unfortunate animal that had folklore put upon it as a way to explain sickening cattle.

It is also mentioned by Rob Donn, the Sutherland bard, in his satirical song on “Mac Rorie’s Breeches”: “Let him not go away from the houses, to moss or wood, lest the Lavellan come and smite him.” 📖 “Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland” by John Gregorson Campbell (1900)

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I think we all know who is gonna win but still say in the tags why you chose what you chose

I'm interested

[oliver--hayes]

[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [OLIVER HAYES]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JONATHAN BAILEY]. You must be the [THIRTY-THREE] year old [SOUS CHEF @ FIRE AND ICE STEAKHOUSE & COCKTAIL LOUNGE]. Word is you’re [CREATIVE] but can also be a bit [INSUBORDINATE] and your favorite song is [BLEACH (ON THE ROCKS) BY JOHN HARVIE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

basics:

status:  Active

full name:  Oliver Joseph Hayes

nicknames:  Oli, Joey

gender:  CIS Man

pronouns:  He/Him

sexuality:  Bisexual

aesthetics:  answer  (here’s my written aesthetics tag for inspiration)

age:  Thirty-Three

date of birth:  February 12, 1991

zodiac sign:  Aquarius

residence:  Crystal Cove Condominiums

occupation:  Chef at Fire and Ice Steakhouse and Cocktail Lounge

appearance:

faceclaim:  Jonathan Bailey

height:  5'11"

build:  Fit

eyes:  Blue

hair:  Brown and Wavy

piercings:  None

tattoos:  None

personality:

traits:  Creative, Rational, Insubordinate, Overthinker

labels / tropes:  Golden Boy

mental health:  Meh

physical health:  Healthy as a Horse

likes:  answer

dislikes  answer

fears:  answer

phobias:  None

hobbies:  Reading, Singing

skills:  Cooking, Can Touch his Nose with his Tongue

pet peeves:  People who drive slow in the left lane, Impatient Customers

family:

mother:  Annabelle Hayes

father:  Stephen Hayes

siblings:  Madelaine Hayes and Mason Hayes

birth order:  Oliver is the oldest, Madelaine and Mason are twins

spouse / lover:  None

children:  None

pets:  Gray and White Cat named Barkley

best friend:  Hudson Montgomery

crushing on:  None at the Moment

faves:

ice cream flavour:  Maple Walnut

time of the day / night:  Sunset

weather:  Rainy Days

breakfast food:  Omelette

dinner food:  Surf and Turf

colours:  Navy Blue and Gray

songs:  Bleach On The Rocks by John Harvie and Therapy by All Time Low

other random stuff:

a cherished item:  Chef Knife

first love:  Anabelle

usual mood:  Happy

1 thing they want to do / experience before they die:  Visit France

defining moments:  Being Accepted into the Culinary Institute Of America

biography:

Having two parents who didn’t give a shit about you was something that Oliver could relate to. He was always there for his siblings and he was a parent at the young age of five. He enjoyed being a big brother and he didn’t care what he had to sacrifice in his life for his siblings to have a better life. He was always cooking for them and changing their diapers to make sure they didn’t suffer. Of course they were left with a maid or baby sitter all the time but they were constantly taking advantage of Oliver’s parents and trying to just collect a check. 

Oliver loved taking care of his siblings and didn’t mind being the parent of them while their parents were constantly out at the yacht club and casino trying to win even more money that they didn’t need. They were so engrossed in the thought of being the richest people that they forgot they even had kids, especially because Oliver was more than willing to take care of them. 

When it came to school, Oliver wasn’t the best but he was doing okay so that he was able to graduate high school. When it came to post high school life he had a choice to make if he wanted to remain in his siblings life as a caretaker or allow his parents to still ignore them. He knew what he needed to do and that was get a job so that he could save up for his own place. He didn’t want anything to do with his parents money, but at this moment in time it was helping to take care of his younger siblings that he was going to take advantage of it. 

While he was working and taking care of his siblings (who had more of an idea on how to take care of themselves), Oliver was now in college and he was getting himself a real education in something that he was super passionate about and that was cooking. He managed to graduate at the top of his class. By the time he graduated college, his siblings graduated high school and they were out and about doing their own thing. 

When Oliver decided it was time to leave New York and go somewhere new and one of his friends was living in Aurora Bay and suggested it to Oliver. Oliver decided that he was ready to build a new life for himself because he rode his parents name as far as he wanted. He wanted to make a name for himself where nobody really knew him except for his buddy from college who knew who he was outside of his parents. Being here for the last year, Oliver has enjoyed his life and he’s trying to convince his siblings to come out and join him to get away from their toxic parents. 

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tag game

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url & tag that many people

ty to my mom @sorchathered and my wife @attapullman for the tags ilysm

[B]eez in the trap – nicki minaj [O]ne love – blue [B]leach (on the rocks) – john harvie [G]od is a freak – peach prc [A]ngeleyes – abba [S]hake that – eminem feat. nate dogg [M]ore – 5sos

no pressure tags: @mamachasesmayhem @goldenseresinretriever @sailor-aviator @nouis-bum @pinkdaisies9285 @bobfloydsbabe @bobfloydssunnies

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Artists to watch in 2023

If you listen to this podcast on the regular or if you’ve been following us for a while, you know that I only bring on artists who I really think are destined to be something or who I think have “it”, like whatever “it” is, and who I really think have the potential to be something great. It’s sort of just a gut thing and I really have to be excited about somebody. But what I’m trying to say is…

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Spell your url with song titles

Thanks for the tag @operationnope! My url is so long 😭

Quiet by Demi Lavato

Unwanted by Pale Waves

Emotions by 5 Seconds of Summer

Everything That Isn't Me by Lukas Graham

Not Like I'm In Love With You by Lauren Weintraub

Out Of My Mind by little image

For Elise by Saint Motel

Bleach (On the Rocks) by John Harvie

Out Of My Head by Loote

Out of Style by the Wrecks

Pull Me Deep by Logan Henderson

Same Page by The Band CAMINO

Tagging: @logan-writes @perfectlysunny02 @mrsbsmooth (sorry if I'm double tagging)

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Happy Birthday Scottish singer songwriter Justin Currie.

Born Justin Robert Currie 11th December 1964 in Glasgow, Justin is best known as a founding member of the band Del Amitri and, along with Iain Harvie, is one of only two members of the group to be present throughout its entire existence, he is the son of John Currie, who was chorusmaster for the Scottish National Orchestra from 1965 to 1984 and music director of the Los Angeles Chorale from 1986 to 1991.

Del Amitri released six full-length records between 1982 and 2002 and had several top 40 hits including Kiss this thing Goodbye, The Last to know and Nothing ever happens, as well as being the last act to record a Scotland World Cup tune, the pragmatic Don’t come home too soon, which as usual we did!

Although they never officially split up Currie embarked on a solo career which although was critically acclaimed never bore any commercial fruit. The band however got back together in 2013 for a UK tour which included playing to 8,000 people at Glasgow’s SSE Hydro. Currie later continued on his own releasing his fourth album, This Is My Kingdom Now in 2017.

Speaking about the pandemic, Justin and Del Amitri had like many others, had to cancel gigs;

“Five months in, I realised that was the longest I’d not been on a stage since I was 15, So, you start thinking, are you going to lose the brass neck to go on a stage and believe you belong there?”

And on their return to the stage;

“The first night [a gig in Edinburgh] was a total car crash, but the audience seemed to carry us through it. The audience was vibrating at a high frequency.”

Thee band released their 6th album in 2021, Fatal Mistakes, which landed them a top-five place on the UK album charts, they toured after the restrictions eased at the “end” of the pandemic, The tour included six dates in Australia and one in New Zealand in February 2023. Recently Justin was at the Usher Hall on St Andrews Day supporting Blazing Fiddles.

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are muses over 45 welcome? mw fcs?

they are so very welcomed on the dash 'non ! I asked our fab members and here are some of the fcs they said they'd like to see !

MW OVER 45 -

aishwarya rai, idris elba, jessica chastain, john cho, katheryn winnick, madchen amick, keanu reeves, octavia spencer, gil birmingham, noomi rapace, pedro pascal, sandra oh, taika waititi, mahershala ali, candis cayne, luis guzman, gillian anderson, tantoo cardinal, angela bassett, santiago cabrera, ian harvie, daniel craig, zahn mcClarnon, jennifer coolidge, ernie dingo, henry ian cusick, benjamin bratt, reno owen, shohreh aghdashloo, timothy olyphant, danny trejo, salma hayek, ewan mcgregor, billy porter, danny pino, & so many more !

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I think I like how this idea of faers escape goes tbh

~.~.~

After Nygma received a panicked email from an account Crane had only ever used in short correspondences during tense alliances… Edward didn’t need to read the whole thing to know something was wrong. He’d recently gotten an actual chance to talk to Kronos again, and their conversation seemed to have the desired impact.

It’s Kronos. For the love of god, do not delete this email. I didn’t want to log into my own, I was afraid he’d notice somehow. Johnathan will likely still notice, but maybe he doesn’t read through his own sent emails very often? I’m stupid, who the fuck does that besides me.

It went on, I have decided. I want out. John’s not going to just let me go though, we both know that. I’m not asking you to send in the rescue brigade. You’ve been underground lately, laying low. I respect that. I just need help, somehow, someone. Doesn’t matter who at this point. Please, Ed.

And that’s all it said.

“Doesn’t matter who at this point,” that line stuck with him. For a moment, that felt like a subtle cry to send Batman in. Still, he wanted to review other options before jumping head first into the shitshow that might cause. Laid up in bed, legs bent to prop up his laptop while he typed away, Nygma spent a few days with headphones in on and off. Mostly doing research.

First order of business to him was if fae had any family worth scoffing at. Not really. He knew of faers Arkham stay, but next wanted details. He wouldn’t send Kronos to Arkham on purpose, but maybe emails and security footage could dig up anything. Any friends fae made during would be useful. A little part of him rooted for Two Face—Harvie was easy to negotiate with when you involved chaos, and Harvey’s malformed sense of justice could be manipulated. Getting into everything was easy (they really should up their cyber-security!) Nothing was worth looking at though. Everything mentioning faer never seemed to bring up anything worth scoffing at.

It was after that third day of combing through workers IMs emails and that Edward heard the phone ring. He wished the damn thing was less loud, heard well over the music he was playing. The volume button got a bit of abuse, him repeatedly pressing it to push the slider up until it hurt his ears a little. These things were cheap, but laying low meant not being able to replace his emergency over-ears for anything better.

Though Edward thought letting the phone ring out would be the end of it, he heard it over the roar of the bass drum regardless. Faint, covered by techno music, a sound from the outside world. His phone was ringing again. His eye twitched, focus on the transcripts of guards’ pointless banter wavering some as the annoying, shrill sound of his home phone played out.

The ringing ended. Edward held his breath, waiting. After a few moments, he let out the most contented sigh… Only to have such relaxation immediately shot dead by more ringing. The headphones came off, laptop pushed onto the mattresss.

“Alright, fine!” He stormed over, yanking the thing off the hook. It came up to his ear, and he decided to just let them have it: “whoever the hell you are, you must have too much free time! Can’t you get that I’m busy?”

“Hello, Edward.”

His blood ran cold. Hugo fucking Strange? He’d been incredibly careful! “How the hell did you get this number?”

“You aren’t the only one doing digging,” was the response he got. “You, however, have been sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“And?”

“Why?”

Edward scoffed. “Rather domestic of you to just call me, isn’t it?”

“You’re dodging the question,” he pointed out.

“Because I’m not answering it,” Edward retorted.

“If what I’m being shown is correct, and I have every reason to believe it is… You’ve been snooping other places too.”

“Cut the crap, Strange. What’s stopping me from hanging up on you? Right here, right now?”

“Zacharie Ratkovic. Though, if I’m correct, fae prefers Kronos these days.” Edward’s silence was telling enough that he pressed further, “why?”

“What proof do you have that fae’s involved in this,” Edward bit back, a little too quickly.

“Practically everything I can trace back of your snooping is about faer. Legal information, medical documents, and the list goes on. I want to know why.”

“And I’m going to just tell you, because?”

Strange chuckled, “last I remember, Kronos escaped Arkham to reunite with a certain Johnathan Crane. Yet if your own emails are anything to go off of—“

“Jackass,” Edward groaned, grit teeth and exhaustion coming in clear through the phone.

Ignoring him, “—Kronos is looking to escape.”

“Whatever help you’re offering: no. I said I’d handle it, I’m gonna handle it!”

“I do not mean to trample your ego,” and the faux care put to his voice was nearly mocking to Edward. “But how exactly do you plan to wrench Crane’s prized possession from him without causing a ruckus?”

There was silence on both ends. Edward’s eyes narrowed as Strange broke it, smirk practically audible. “Don’t tell me you have no plan?”

“That’s what I was working on, you idiot! And I do have a worst-case-scenario sort of thing up my sleeve, but I’m obviously saving that for if nothing else looks promising!”

“And what is that exactly?”

“None of your fucking business, that’s what it is.”

Perhaps he was having a spot of fun, quoting the email at Nygma. “Doesn’t matter who at this point.”

“Oh my god, you’re looking right at it. You’re looking at the email right now, aren’t you? Rubbing it in my face. That’s exactly how you get a man to work with you, you insult him.”

“Quite frankly, I’ve put up with plenty of insults from you. I could always hangup, and pretend I never heard about this little escape plan.”

Edward sighed, rubbing at his forehead some with two fingers. He wouldn’t admit that the help would be nice, even if it weren’t Strange on the other end of the line. “What’s your grand plan, exactly?”

“Simple. I have the men and resources to storm his hiding place. They will either retrieve faer, or give faer the opening to escape on faers own.”

“Eloquent,” Edward mumbled with an eye roll, sarcasm dripping like honey from his words. “You just want faer to build you shit for yourself, don’t you? Bombs and bullets like what fae was supplying me, like what fae’s suck supplying Crane, and like fae could supply you.”

“It certainly sweetens the pot,” Strange mused, “but even if that is all I have to gain from this: do you have other options?”

“Sending a tip to Batman about a hostage sounds like an option.” Strange didn’t respond, which got a good chuckle from Nygma. “C’mon, didn’t you read it earlier? Doesn’t matter who it is I send to help, Kronos just wants out!”

“And send faer back to Arkham?” Strange tsk’d at him, “as though Kronos would forgive you from throwing faer from wolves to lions.”

“Shut up, alright?”

“You’re awfully intent on avoiding my offer.”

Edward threw an arm into the air, phone held to his ear by his other shoulder. “And you’re awfully intent to keep offering! Kronos is scared shitless of you, just as scared as fae is about a potential Arkham stay. How do we know he’s gonna do that, anyway? Maybe he’ll take pity on faer, drag faer back to wherever he lives. Poor thing’s probably gonna be six feet in fear toxin, and knowing him, he has a cure!”

“And there’s an equally likely chance that he will leave a hospital to sort out a very scared, drugged man. I simply would like to point out that either option will be uncomfortable, but pain often must be endured for the sake of progress.”

Edward paused. “Why am I arguing with you? You’re going to do this whether or not I let you.”

Something caught his eye. On his caller ID, another call that couldn’t come through because of Strange. With dawning horror, he realized that was Crane’s number. There’s only two reasons Crane could be calling right now…

“I may have already started the arrangements.”

“You got his IP address way before I ever started snooping through anything belonging to Arkham,” Edward whispered.

“Perhaps. Or I acquired it when I caught your wandering eye. You don’t really know, do you?”

“I don’t like the answer either way.”

“This has been fun,” and Edward was stuck staring back at his laptop. “Goodbye, Edward.”

He didn’t say anything. He just slammed the phone back into place, rushing to his living room. Anything that large scale would end up on television. Laptop with him, he closed out all those old transcripts. Now he was trying to hack into cameras, into anything that could at least let him make sure he didn’t doom faer.

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John Wilkes Booth and Lee Harvy Oswald wouldn't have missed.

"they just don't try assassinating presidential candidates like they used to huh"

some dude in Pennsylvania:

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An Emo A Day… Crooked Teeth X John Harvie