#bergy bit

[elixir]

Bransfield Strait Elliot Rebellious — 2009

[eopederson]

Blue bergy bit, Prins Christian Sund, Greenland, 2023.

[rask]

bos vs fla – game 7 [4/30/23]

100 last hug on the ice

[simmyfrobby]

I'm just really curious. What is your Patrice Bergeron poem?

okay so the phrasing of this is kinda ambiguous. ive posted quite a few bergy poems at this point

(see: 1, 2, 3, 4, but then also the judas poems, baseball au, mafia au AND he has a part in War is Kind and Tales of Desperaux and I haven't even mentioned all the quick little poetry fragments posted in response to asks)

the name of the poem is usually listed right below the edit w the name of the poet & the names of the photographers

but if you're asking which poems remind me of bergy the most:

stephen dunn's sisyphus poems & e.e. cummings' "you are tired (I think)"

full poems posted below the cut

Stephen Dunn:

Stephen Dunn 2.0:

even the last few lines of the third Sisyphus poem kinda work:

also E.E. Cummings, of course:

(which I did actually use at one point just not for a full poetry post)

[sunnybergamota]

I guess I’m a grown up now…

[patrice-bergerons]

I am dithering on watching ep 9 (fitzy my beautiful wife 😭💔) so I thought let me go rewatch ep 1 instead, and my God, it's all there, everything is laid out within the first ten minutes of the first episode. Close is nothing; close is worse than nothing. The musket shot that went clean thru James's arm and pierced his chest (almost like the one that killed Nelson). The comment about Neptune being able to scent bears from miles away. One look from him and I have to remind myself I'm not a fraud. If something happened to me you would be his second. (You should cherish that man!!!) David Young who does not have scurvy. The ice with the bergy bits. And this is not even mentioning the actual opening, with James Ross talking to the Inuits. The show just, expertly, playfully, viciously lays out its entire plot in 10 minutes, in 10 minutes says this is a story that was over before it began. But the characters do not know that, and you, the audience might think you do, but you don't either, not where it matters.

[wexhappyxfew]

I have no idea what's the proper way to send a prop but I would love to see “If you do that one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” for Carrie + Douglass. Somethin' about the way they flirt, it's got me feelin' some typa way 😌 Of course, only if you can - thank you so so much!

HEY FRIEND!!!! thank you so much for dropping this in the askbox! so sorry it took me some time to get to it - the end of my semester was quite chaotic i must admit, but with the time i have, i was so excited to get to this one! (i think you asked it perfectly btw!!!) THEY MAKE ME LOSE MY MINDDDDD, i am so glad it is equally shared haha!! i hope you enjoy this then my friend!!! they are quite the duo!! :D

didn't think you'd notice

(a/n): for my carrie x dougie fans, this is for you! let's just say - i did NOT expect this to end as it did, but honestly, for these two, i'm not at all upset about it so, please enjoy! had this sitting around for a bit, but it need a lot of editing, and finally had time so! i hope you enjoy! :D

A crooning Louis Armstrong song echoed somewhere above the flying club as Carrie took a long sip of her beer, reveling in the taste and the warmth that filled her body.

"You drink anymore of that and you'll be facedown on the toilet tomorrow." Marianne said, settling on the chair opposite Carrie with Frank, the orange cat, curled around Marianne's shoulders like some sort of expensive scarf - except the scarf was very much alive.

"You don't know that," Vivian chimed in as she settled into the other open chair and sipped at her martini, "You may not know this Mar, but Bergie's quite good at holding her alcohol. Unlike some people-"

"No need to rub it in." murmured Marianne with a low chuckle, "I'm just saying, we may have practice runs tomorrow, don't need our bombardier passed out at the bombsight."

"We ain't even dropping bombs!" Carrie admonished as she sat up and glanced at Marianne with a winning grin, "We're flying low over English coastline. Nothing's dropping outta the sky except maybe Blakely's formation."

"Heard that." Ev Bakely's voice called from somewhere to their right, "You know, I could tell Lieutenant Bradshaw you are talking quite disingenuous about me and-"

"I never said a word!" Carrie said sitting up and pointing a finger at Blakely with a smile, "You can tell her I said so. That I was sweet as maple syrup to you and all the fixings." Blakely raised a brow and took a sip of his own beer and nodded.

"Then what's this about dropping outta formation?" he asked her.

"What she's saying is that your crew oughta drop outta formation before Silver Bullets even dips-"

"Don't give him ideas, Mar." Vivian said, interjecting the tail gunner's query, "I think you do a bang-up job, Ev, but I gotta hand it to ya, Silver Bullets does her job."

"That's because you got Annie Bradshaw at the wheel." a new voice joined in, the likes of Francis Montez entering the picture, "You have someone like Brady who crashes a fort on any given day, you might've thought differently. Or better yet-" Francis turned to Blakely and patted his shoulder, "-Ev Blakely. Heard you had your fair share of crash courses in flying B-17s." Blakely rolled his eyes and turned to Carrie.

"You think if I tell Annie her co-pilot's talking about Brady she'll-"

"Lose her shit?" Carrie asked him, enticed, "Please, I'd love to see that."

"I'm sure you would." Carrie heard from the groups left and watched as Dougie waltzed over, stubbing out a cigarette and throwing an arm around Francis' and Blakely's shoulders, "I'd bet a hundred dollars to see Bergie lose her shit."

"I'm talking about Lieutenant Bradshaw, genius." Carrie said, with a raised brow and watched as Dougie let out a dry chuckle and slid his arms out from around their shoulders and bent down in front of Carrie slightly.

"First time you've considered my intelligence, I'm honored." he said and Carrie smirked.

"Don't get used to it." she offered back. Dougie smirked at her as the song changed to a sanguine Ella Fitzgerald tune. She stared at him and watched as he, quite nervously, stuck out a hand and wiggled his fingers.

"Not everyday I consider my hand in a dance either, so…." Dougie said, "take it or leave it." Carrie stared at Dougie for a moment, the pound of her heartbeat picking up as he watched her, like he was trying to read a book that was far too complex to understand.

"Not everyday that I take it." she said back smoothly, placing down her beer and standing, letting him take her hand toward the dance floor, knowing she'd get some heckling for this back at the table with some of the girls.

Slowly, she turned to him, his gaze making her feel hot all over in a way she blamed merely on the amount of beer she'd consumed. His hands moved from her upper hips, fingers dancing on her lower back, as hot chills eclipsed her form, her own arms coming to wrap up and around him neck, his presence tantalizing and intoxicating as suddenly every breath made her feel very conscious about just how close they were.

Carrie watched him up close, her head tilted slightly upward at the sudden nearness and slight bit of height he had on her. He smelled quite nice, his face clean-shaven except for that stubborn mustache that was growing on her, and his hair wasn't in that ridiculous gelled cut he usually sported. For a second, she was almost ready to run her hands up and through his dark locks, but she kept her hands firmly locked behind his neck instead and resisted every urge to do so. With just how closely she was studying him, she could tell he was doing the same thing.

"What?" Dougie asked her quietly, the music drowning out the thought of anyone else around them, "You got that look on your face."

"What look?" she managed out, her cheeks uncontrollably turning crimson. Dougie let out a chuckle and let his eyes go all soft, enough to make her heart lose control for a second.

"Maybe you save it just for when we're talking, but," Dougie said softly, "you got that stressed and stubborn look on your face. We're just dancing, look." Dougie shifted closer to her to where his breath was fanning across her face and she could feel each individual finger on her uniform, enough to pierce her skin underneath.

"You don't gotta be stressed when you're dancing with Dougie." Dougie said with a low chuckle, and Carrie snickered and shook her head.

"Didn't think you'd ask me to dance anyway," she said, her mouth moving faster than her brain, "and you really need to start wearing your hair like that more often." She stared at him as she said it and watched as his own brain seemed to rewire the longer he stared back.

"Like this?" Dougie asked her, his grip tightening on her waist as he lingered closer to her and smiled softly, "Didn't think you'd notice something like that." Carrie watched him, inches from his face and smiled slightly, her eyes fluttering shut slightly, before peaking out to stare just beneath his eyes.

"I notice a lot of things," she whispered back, her voice tight and high strung, "more than you might realize."

"Hm, is that so?" he whispered to her quietly, her eyes holding his gaze again as they stared each other, wrapped in one another's warmth and intensity, "How about the first time I met you, I remember that you were wearing your hair in that pretty braid. When your hair had been longer." She watched him as his hand slowly crept up her form to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

"You tried convincing me to do a vodka shot with you," Carrie whispered back, trying to catch what breath she had left, "you did a poor job of doing so." Dougie let out a small chuckle, before adjusting those soft, puppy-dog eyes again onto her and smiling softly, enough to make her heart ache just at the way he watched her.

"Yeah, it was pretty bad," he whispered back, his smile riding high, before it disappeared, into a more desperate and yearning look that crossed his face, "listen, Bergie….." She felt her body press against his full, her hands finding their way up the back of his head into his hair. She watched him, from right in front of her eyes as her heart ached more and more.

"The second time I met you, you offered me a cigarette, a Lucky Strike. You had on your sheepskin, you gelled your hair and your aftershave was like Buck's. Pine and cotton." she said quickly, watching as he stared at her, "You danced with Marianne that night. Then the next night was Tatty, and then Charlotte, and then Gemma." She stared at him, her heart pounding.

"The next night, you asked Judy to dance and Dougie….I wished that was me." she managed out, her hand snaking up to the one on the side of his face, brushing her fingers over his soft skin, "You chew gum way too loud for my liking, you usually get a beer and then do a shot, before drinking water. It's all about balance, you say. You are a horrible dancer, but I am too." Dougie continued to watch her as she felt her face reddening and her palms become sweaty, but she didn't care. She couldn't hold back anymore with what emotions had been building for months, week after week.

"I could pick out your laugh in a crowd anywhere," she whispered, watching as his eyes grew wide with a certain depth and surprise, "and I sure as hell would notice when something is wrong." She stared a little longer, biting back her lip as she wrapped her hand around his a bit. "I always do." She watched him, a certain desperation filling her body.

"If you do that one more time, I don't think I'll be able to control myself." Dougie whispered, a certain lowness to his voice that made her cheeks burn.

"What?"

"Look at me like that. Like you always do," he whispered back, his voice husky in a way that made her knees weak. His breath ghosted over her lips for a moment and before either of them were aware of the world around them and whatever was going on between them, Dougie was kissing her. She didn't care that they were in the middle of a shadowed, crowded dance floor, laced with smoke, the smell of beer, and low, swing music. She kissed back like her entire world was right there in front of her.

[pensbitchbiome]

with the oilers and their hiring choices its not a one off thing where they hired someone shitty “without realising” like no they’ve got multiple people on that team both players and management who shouldn’t be allowed back in hockey and IMO it does warrant a genuine comment from the leadership

and not just mcdavids “he’s great on the ice” comment about evander kane and sure maybe its unfair to expect mcdavid and draisaitl to say something but they know their position in hockey and in that locker room it would carry significant weight

how else is hockey culture meant to change if not the people within not letting this stay the same?

maybe bergeron and the bruins set the bar high but he and the other bruins guys had a bit to say about their locker room culture and overall discomfort when mitchell miller was about to be signed which was in line with what their fans were saying as well.

it wasn’t passed off as oh a kid did something stupid let it go, he was held accountable. that and bergy showing the locker room kyle beach’s interview to understand and do and be better.

[blindbatalex]

bruins hrpf recs from the server #6

this week's theme was ✨ hurt/comfort and/or whump ✨ but before then let me plug @bostonbruinsficexchange - the sign ups for are currently open for this bruins-specific fic exchange. please come join, it will be a blast!

rec lists so far: || week 5 || week 4 || week 3 || week 2 || week 1 ||

be for real by blindbatalex || marcheron || 8,523 words || reccer's notes: This gave me the worst case of brain rot that I've experienced in a long time and I'm still suffering from it, I'm p sure it's terminal. Made me fuckin neurotic, I don't think I'll ever be normal about it. I literally messaged a friend about it and she doesn't even follow any of this stuff just sat there for like 2 hours listening to me rant. I will never recover and it's your fault 🫵

Crash Into Me by @thebluejayawe || marcheron || 1,829 words || reccer's notes: this is thee comfort fic for me and has been since I got the notification for it one late night while on an uber home after a very long and frustrating day at work - and the actual hospital scene in it? fucking showstopping, brilliant, incredible, I have no words.

fight until you don’t fade away by Maeve_of_Winter || prefix boys; marcheron || 46,549 words

Found by @thebluejayawe || bergy & zee; marcheron || 4,194 words || reccer's notes: written for my first lovely bruins bestie alex, and the thing that got me into Bergy hurt/comfort

Highway by Aaron_The_8th_Demon || marcheron || 3,259 words || reccer's notes: really enjoyed this - between the hurt/comfort and the fact that Bradley would, in fact, pull something like this

How do you live with the team knowing you failed yourself? by @buck-stars || brandochard || 1,964 words || reccer's notes: It's placed after the Seattle game and Marchy has a little bit of self doubt about his status as Captain. Thankfully Brando (and the boys) catch him when he needs it. Just soft cuddles

like the old times by blindbatalex || marcheron || 2,690 words || reccer's notes: (I almost rec’ed this for magical au week but am glad I saved it for this week instead.) Love this fic for the economy of its worldbuilding, the cinematic way it opens _in media res_, the evocative details of its central scene (the falling snow! The fox! Down to the lack of smell!), the emotional whiplash—from panic and pain to soft wistfulness and love and back again and back again—it packs in less than 2700 words. Particularly this line, which kills me every single time: “Not to be scared. Never with me.”

someone (very much) like you by blindbatalex || marcheron || 3,541 words || reccer's notes: this fic holds a special place in my heart because it was the first time I let my dabble in (light) whump and indulgent h/c. and realised just how much I love writing from the pov of characters who are out of it, whether thru illness or injury

[crow-talks-hockey]

not a bruins fan or a person who particularly likes marchand but as a hrpf enjoyer and writer and someone who loves me a bit of narrative i gotta say it: do you think, looking up to the heavens with tears in his eyes, reminiscing on the illustrious career he has accomplished, all marchy could think of was bergy? of those players he lost? maybe he was not proud just to reach this moment, but pained that the one he's been closest with from the start is no longer there standing at his side. that somehow, someway, even here surrounded by his teammates and the people he loves, it's... empty. and nothing else but memories and the "C" emblazoned on his chest can serve comfort to that pain. do you ever think about that?

[gaybroons]

via @NHLbruins on Twitter

Transcript:

(To Lucic) > did you ever believe this guy would be captain?

Marchand: [laugh] no!

Lucic: [laugh] I think if you told me that, y’know, when he was a rookie, I think I speak for most guys, everyone wouldn’t believe it. But to see him grow as a player and as a person, I think he definitely deserves it and I couldn’t be happier for him. I think he’s going to lead us the right way.

Marchand: now we know that looch is a liar!

[they both laugh]

> does it feel good getting closer to opening night after three weeks of training camp, the real deal, in a couple of days?

Marchand: yeah. You know the time in camp starts dragging on a little bit, you know, you start looking forward to the season starting and your team starts to shape up. The first half of camp y’know the group is split— [turns to Lucic] I think we were kinda joking— it’s almost two weeks before we even skated together. So you start getting excited when-when the group comes together and they’re always down, you’re able to start building, y’know, the foundation of the season so yeah we’re looking forward to—and today was a great practice; everyone was dialed in, competed hard and, y’know, you can see the intensity rise up and the guys were excited for Wednesday so, looking forward to it.

> [inaudible question asking about the retirement of the old core, Chara, Krejci, Bergy, and now that him, Pasta, and McAvoy are the new core(??)]

Marchand: yeah, yeah for sure so, with Looch coming back, it kinda lessens that [inaudible] of some of those guys leaving. Y’know looch came up in that era—in that culture that was built early on and y’know the more guys we can have around that can salvage that and y’know, lead the way, it helps a lot. But they brought some guys in who’d been around and, y’know you can’t— you never count out that experience in the room when you go through adversity and, y’know, when you go through tough times so, y’know the younger guys have taken big steps in the past couple of years and we expect them to do that again this year. But there’ll be other guys who step up and start leading in different ways too so, I’ll be excited to see who does that.

> [inaudible] some obligation to play the role of ambassador— not just on the ice but also answering questions about different bruins throughout the years— some of which no longer living?

Marchand: uhh. I mean. I don’t feel pressured to do that by any means but we’re all happy to do that. To be part of this organization is a really— a really big honor, when you see the guys that’d come through and built the culture, built the history here, y’know you love to be part of that, you love it talk about it and y’know we don’t forget about those guys; they built the road that we walk on today so, y’know we love giving the previous players a ton of credit and— like I said the amount of pride that we have to wear this jersey and walk in this room everyday— we’ll do whatever the team needs us to do.

[bergiesims]

Sul sul! Finally back up and running after an exhausting afternoon of testing, testing and some more testing. I'm feeling a bit rusty after not playing for a week and a half, so I'll be easing back into things within the Bergie Save File. The biggest bonus is that with my new graphics card, I can have GShade enabled without breaking anything!

The family I started before the rebuild is enjoying their apartment so far, so that's a plus!

[eopederson]

Bergy bit, Prins Christian Sund, Kitaa, 2023.

[naviculariis]

I can't stop saying "bergie bits" evee since starting The Terror. It's a new vocal stim. Bergie bits.

[tcstealthy]

Woah it's been so long since I've posted that it's almost my birthday again, oh my time can be weird for me. XD I've been going through a lot recently, but that'll be revealed in time. Anyways, I made some updates to my sona design, adding my cute black fur into my cyan pretty much. I've also made an alternate form of my fursona, this sorta orca-dragon hybrid thingy. I'm really happy with it, my fox puppy girl self will always be my main form, but I like being able to switch things up a little. I've always loved dergs so very much, and this form lets me become one when I feel like it. UwU Hopefully I'll be a bit more active around the internet soon enough :3

My sorta updated sona design :3

The first art I made of my orca-derg form :3

Annnd my dergy self eating a bergy, along with refining my look and style a little. :3

[patrice-bergerons]

Ugh, found myself opening some reporter's pinned link to an article from September 2023 re life after Bergy and I am once again all in my feelings about Marchy. This is what he had to say then–

“His presence around the room, in the gym and on the ice, you can’t replace that,” Marchand said. “It’ll be a lot different this year. You say that as we go on it might get a little more comfortable; it might be more difficult, you know, all those big moments where he normally steps up in control of things. It’ll be a little bit different.”

And I keep thinking about that one other interview from late in the season, where he was talking about how he at first tried to be someone who he isn't as a captain and tried to lead the way bergy and Zee would have done, only to realise he doesn't need to be them to be a good captain and found his own groove.

"All those big moments where he normally steps up in control of things" – he is right, Bergy was the one doing that, and when you are the feisty chaotic one, playing with as natural a leader as Bergy, it must have felt like such an impossible gap to bridge. But I'm so glad he realised that he is good enough. That his style is different but he can still be himself and be the leader the rest of his team — hell, even Pat blood Maroon — would be willing to go thru a brick wall for, be the glue that holds them together and the one who lifts them up.

Man, what a season this has been. 😭