#Mcquaid my man

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I forgot i made these whoops lol

[ariparri]

Diego would totally get along with Veruca's grandmother Nevaeh.

She had many suitors back in her day and the only way they would be able to date her or win her hand in marriage was to beat her in a duel.

Only one man was able to beat her and it was pretty much not how Donagh expected it. He just heard rumors of a strong duelist and wanted to challenge them, he wasn't expecting to win a marriage proposal 😆

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Hogwarts Mystery Cardverse AU: Ace of Clubs Bio - Cato Reese

The Cardverse AU and it’s storyline was created by my friend and mutual @ariparri. Veruca McQuaid belongs to her. Helena, Alessandro and Olivia Durazzo belong to @helenadurazzo.

Cato Reese was born to an affluent family in the Land of Clubs. His father Wilfred worked for the government, while his mother Reilly was a researcher. She studied and wrote books on plants that could be used for medicine and healing. Cato also had an older brother named Alexander.

Because of her job, she became friends with another researcher named Olivia before her son was born. Olivia later got married to Alessandro, a man from another upper-class family. They had a daughter named Helena @helenadurazzo. Cato and Helena would grow up as childhood friends and bond closer as they got older.

Both of his parents encouraged him to learn and do well in school. He became interested in and talented at many subjects in his studies. History, geography, government and science, among others. Cato also developed hobbies with exploring and nature. He was a curious boy that in time would come to learn a lot about his homeland and the other kingdoms.

When Cato was growing up, the Land of Clubs was a nation that preferred to stay neutral and involve itself in the affairs of others. The military was responsible for protecting the people from crime. As a boy, Cato admired their dedication to their mission. He wanted to join the service and do his part to keep his community safe. 

He realized the vulnerability that the Clubs had when he became a teenager. An enemy might take advantage of the country's neutrality as an easy target and launch an invasion through it. This had a chance at putting the other kingdoms in danger. This realization would further cement his goal of becoming Ace of Clubs, the commander of the nation's army.

After graduating school, Cato enrolled at a military academy that trained new officers for the service. His friend Helena went to college to study for her goal of becoming the Jack, the King's advisor. While they attended different schools as young adults, they would keep in contact during their studies. They got along over their similar mindsets and what they wanted for their country.

Over his time in the academy Cato's leadership style would develop. As Ace, he wanted to put the people first while making sure that the army would be in good shape should an invasion ever happen. He was never the type to go picking fights, but understood that if one wants peace, they should also be prepared for war.

A few years later, he graduated and got an officer's commission. Cato would rise up the ranks and become Ace of Clubs. After, he would start by making sure that his army was well-trained and the troops were in good health. He had training exercises carried out in the woods for practice. Soldiers honed their skills in various forms of combat, physical activity, as well as battle strategy and tactics. Meditation was encouraged as a way to raise morale and spirits. 

As he was also responsible for carrying out and enforcing Laws in the Land of Clubs, he took steps in ensuring that his force was effective at fighting crime. Investigation, negotiation and handling of suspects were priorities. He also emphasized on the military working with the citizens in investigating crime. The people of Clubs knew their land and they would pool their knowledge and skills to track criminals hiding in the forest.

Cato was already Ace of Clubs for a time when turmoil struck the neighboring Country of Spades to the north. The state had fallen to a coup and was now being ruled by a dictatorship led by Patricia Rakepick. She cut off trade and relations with the other kingdoms. However, the original leadership of the Spades managed to escape and sought help from their neighbors. By this time, Orion Amari had become King of Clubs. Before the crisis, Orion was already good friends with Veruca McQuaid @ariparri, the Queen of Spades. Orion agreed to help Veruca. He would have the border between their countries be monitored by the Clubs army led by Cato. Cato's forces would keep an eye out for any invaders that would try to attack or sneak past the border.

When faced with the crisis, Cato had to make a decision. His people still preferred neutrality but there was the risk that Rakepick would try to invade the other kingdoms through the Land of Clubs, which concerned the other kingdoms. The border between the Spades and the Hearts was lined with mountains, which no army could cross. Cato was loyal to the people, the King and his good close friend Helena, the Jack. Ultimately, he decided to take measures to ensure that the Clubs army would be prepared for any escalation in the tense political situation. Cato said "If you want peace, be prepared for war."

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⇝ STORY/ART EXCHANGE -- First "I Love You"

my part of the story/art exchange with the talented and gorgeous @ariparri!! she requested the first "i love you" between her oc Veruca McQuaid and a character from the video game hogwarts mystery Diego Caplan and she gave the green light for me to share this with y'all!! thank you again for doing this trade with me ari!! if you ever need another fic for dieruca just hmu, i'll do it free of charge <33

It was another one of their usual dates -- not that anything with Diego Caplan could be considered usual, but sometimes, Veruca McQuaid appreciated the familiarity of a red carnation and the stunning smile of her charming handsome man more than any surprise said handsome man could cook up in his clever head.

By sometimes, she meant all the time. Just like how her head rested on Diego’s shoulder, tilted up to watch the stars in their never-ending dance, and how in her hair tucked a carnation the color of her cheeks when a certain someone’s charm got too much to handle.

There was a quietness to the couple, a quietness that didn’t need to be interrupted with awkward chuckles and attempts at conversation. Even without sneaking a peek, some part of Veruca knew that Diego was more interested in the light in her eyes than that of the skies, but she kept her gaze on the night sky still, green eyes trained on the cold white glow above, waiting for him to open his mouth.

“Veruca?” Softly uttered, a barely-there ask of her name.

Green eyes left the skies and onto the brown-haired boy beside her.  

Coughing, Diego’s fingers tucked a lock of raven-black hair behind Veruca’s ear. An odd expression was etched on his face, a mix of adoration (that was something she saw in her own face when Diego was around), happiness (that too, was often mirrored by her), worry (wait, what?), and something else she wasn’t sure of.

His hand hadn’t left her face yet, Veruca felt her head lean into his warm palm like a reflex, something she knew to do without having to even think about it; and met brown eyes with her green.

That mix of emotions was still there on his face, unguarded and wide-eyed and smiling softly. Diego’s palm squeezed her cheek for a second more, then left her face at the same time as the odd look faded from his face.

She finally found her voice, “Did you want something?” 

Her question must’ve been a knife, slicing through the quietness blanketing them, because Diego huffed out a small “heh” of amusement and shook his head quickly.

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The second time that the look struck was when Veruca sat across from him in a tight-packed cafe, sipping coffee in painted floral china and watching another couple a few tables away from them showing off their abilities of not needing to breathe.

“How long do you think they’ll last?” she smiled at that, placing her cup on its glod-framed plate.

Tapping her cheek in thought, Veruca’s eyes flitted away from the kissing couple,  “Five minutes,” her smile widened at the boy whose face held a cheshire cat grin that echoed her own, “what’s your guess?”

Light bounced off Diego’s brown hair as he shook it, “Why would I think about that when you’re here with me?”

Warmth bloomed over her cheeks, heat creeping up her forehead and down her neck. Veruca sipped her tea in reply, hoping that the teacup could hide the lower part of her face -- judging by the smirk that spread over Diego’s face though, it didn’t work.

They were back in Hogsmeade for a date of sorts -- more accurately, Veruca was just back to drop off something for Dumbledore, and her boyfriend, ever the charming suiter, pulled out his puppy eyes and asked for a pre-duel date. 

He then linked their arms together and Apparated the both of them to the little town outside Hogwarts before Veruca could even ask what was on his agenda for this little date.

With a smiling sigh, Veruca finished her tea and pressed the heel of her other hand to her cheek, hoping that her hand would chase away the warmth from her face. The crampedness of the little shop didn’t do her any favors; being a weekend, the day brought couples from the school down to Madame Puddifoot’s for a heated cup of tea (and a heated makeout session, but that was neither here nor there). She wasn’t particularly enamored by the frilly pink-washed shop, but since this was a “stroll down the memory lane”, as Diego called the way he held her hand while they tracked down old haunts and memories, she’d agreed to stop in the cafe; after all, they did come here for one of their first -- Veruca wasn’t sure what to call that time when Diego successfully discovered her favorite flower then took her for a walk in the woods and a cup of tea in Madame Puddifoot’s. 

A clink of china tugged her back to the lacy tablecloth in front of her. Green eyes glanced up just in time to see that same odd look from their picnic date night reappear in Diego’s chocolate-colored eyes: the mix of happiness, adoration, and worry (she still had no idea why that would show up; was Diego planning a surprise for her and didn’t want her to find out?), and the something she couldn’t read.

Veruca brought her teacup down silently; reaching for Diego’s hand, she wrapped her fingers around his with no problem. The action seemed to tug the boy from his thoughts back to the bustling reality, and he swapped his smirk for a softer, gentler smile.

“Did you know you look really pretty in that outfit?” Came the question before Veruca could ask one of her own.

She glanced down at her clothes: it was her usual attire of a purple top and a floral dress, with the addition of the coat and gloves she would don while doing her job; hardly anything unusual about it, not to mention “really pretty”.

Looking back up, Diego held a red carnation in his hand. Sqeezing hers in the hand that was still interlaced with her fingers, he leaned over to tuck it behind her ear.

“But now you look fantastic.”

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Veruca circled Diego, noting how his body pulled taut in anticipation for her to make a move; she knew her posture mirrored his, her heartbeat crescendoing as she went over the spells she aimed to use in her head once more.

He struck first -- she dodged the bolt of red light, casting her own charm in retaliation.

Multicolored flashes lit the room as she blocked, dodged, and fired spells. A strand of her hair came loose from her messy bun and blocked her vision; she moved to bat it away.

That second of carelessness was all it took.

“Flipendo!”

A grunt escaped her lips as Veruca was knocked off her feet.

A wand barely scraped the skin of her throat.

Silence.

“And that, my dear, is why you should tie your hair tighter.”

Diego stood above her, ready to help her up.

She grabbed his hand readily, pushing the rogue strands of her dark hair back, “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

That got a chuckle out of her boyfriend, and he tugged her to the bench outside of the dueling ring.

Sitting down and popping open the cap to her bottle, Veruca gave Diego a quick once-over: it wasn’t obvious, but he was just a little bit nervous. The dueling season had arrived once more, and another match for him was coming soon; she had no doubts about Diego’s capabilities as a duelist -- in fact, Veruca felt sorry for the poor person who was about to get their pride demolished and their ego bruised -- but she knew that apprehension went hand-in-hand with anticipation, and she also knew that the best thing to do when Diego was nervous was to --

“Hey!” His voice held no real malice as Veruca nudged the crook of his neck with the top of her head, “What’s this for?”

Mouth twitching upwards at the smile in his voice, she replied, “It’s bad to think so hard, Caplan; you might die of overheating.”

“Ah,” he laughed, “but that’d require me to not overheat at the sight of you.”

Veruca hid her rapidly heating face by poking Diego’s middle with a soft finger.

At this rate, she would be the one to die of overheating.

He only laughed louder and moved Veruca away from his neck; eyes twinkling, he pressed a chaste kiss on her burning forehead and leaned back on the drab green of the bench. Veruca’s forehead creased lightly as she watched his eyes fixate themselves on something that wasn’t there, the furrows deepening when he showed no sign of pulling himself from the bubble of his presumably-uneasy thoughts.

It wasn’t out of the blue for Diego to be nervous, but it never got easier for Veruca to watch him go into these anxiety-induced bubbles; it was like they were separated by an invisible barrier, one that not even reducto could bring down. 

The only thing she could do to help when he got stuck like this was to be here, at his side with his hand in hers, pushing his shoulder-length hair back when it dropped in front of his eyes, to just be a presence that he could lean into, for him to know that he wasn’t alone and that someone just knew that he was going to do well no matter the opponent he was to face.

So, she stayed like that, a quiet pillar of support that Diego could lean on. Veruca was never good with words, but she didn’t need them to let him know that she was there, that she was the shoulder he could lay his head on without eyes to judge him.

After a while, a weight lifted himself from her shoulder.

Veruca turned to meet the eyes of Diego Caplan, eyes the color of coffee and chocolate and the soil that they planted the carnation seeds they’d gotten in, eyes that swirled with a quiet adoration that she was sure he could see in hers as well.

There were some other emotions in those brown eyes too; Veruca wasn’t in the mood to decipher them though.

Veruca was never one for lovey-dovey “It was like the sun came out of the clouds when he smiled”s or “his smile was like an angel actually came down from the heavens”s, but watching Diego’s face slowly grow more animated was actually as if the rain stopped and the gray clouds were chased off by marshmallow-white clouds, and she emotions could only brighten as he did.

And she only beamed brighter when Diego offered her a carnation transfigured from a stray pleat from the rug in the dueling circle, his own grin cheerier than before.

Standing up, Veruca offered her hand to him, “Think you’re ready for another match?”

His hand wrapped itself around hers.

“I’d like nothing more, my dear.”

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Pushing yet another stray lock of her behind her ear, Veruca wondered if she should take up Diego’s advice and ditch the messy bun look -- it was getting irritating to have to brush her hair away every time she made a sudden movement or two.

She probably won’t be changing her hairstyle anytime soon, but it never hurt to browse through some possible options. 

But, that was something for another time; right now, Veruca needed to complete the scene she’d set out to create before Diego found her. So she placed the plate of grapes and cherries down on the checkered tablecloth and moved the pair of wine glasses to make sure that they wouldn’t fall and potentially smash into myriads of tiny little pieces.

Pulling out the wine from the basket she brought, Veruca smiled at the label wrapped around the bottle: a bottle from Limmiani wine products, just like the rose wine they drank when they had -- 

Was it foolish to blush when one was thinking of their first kiss? Veruca was pretty sure it was at least some degree of lame while she fanned herself with her free hand to cool herself down, setting the bottle of wine down and moving on to the loaves of bread and cheeses she stowed in the wicker basket.

The occasion? A celebration, one to celebrate Diego’s win against his opponent in the dueling match. She’d already started preparing this morning when Diego pressed a quick kiss to her cheek for luck and hurried off to do some last-minute preparation, but when Tonks gave her the go-ahead to set out the picnic, she let out a breath of relief that her boyfriend had won yet again and hurried to Westside Park to set up everything.

With a sigh, Veruca sat back on her heels, darting eyes making sure that not a single thing was out of place. It would never do to have spilled wine or food or anything just as disastrous, and she aimed to do everything in her power to prevent it. 

A wave of her wand and yellow flickers danced on the walls and floors of the pavilion as orbs of light floated up obediently and settled in various places, illuminating a little circle around the picnic.

“Just like stars,” A voice remarked, one that Veruca turned around immediately at, “Is this the reason you were busy, my dear?”

Diego must’ve changed before he came here, exchanging his dueling outfit for a sleeker, more elegant look that brought out all his best features more than his usual clothes. Veruca threw a hasty glance up at the glowing spheres, sighed a soundless sigh of relief when none of the shining globes seemed to be one second from implosion, then nodded at her boyfriend.

“Do you like it?”

Laughs escaped Diego as he tried to touch one of the orbs with the bouquet of carnations he had in hand, only for it to float even higher, spinning in place as if jeering at his inability to fly like it could, “Like it?” He asked, crossing the gazebo to scoop Veruca in his arms, much to her surprised laughs, “I love it! Just as much as I love you --”

Green eyes widened.

Brown eyes did too, after a second that was crawled for more like a year.

Slowly, Veruca was set down on her feet, Diego’s face now showing that mix of emotions once more, Veruca wasn’t sure if the world suddenly got its noise turned off or if was it just her ears blocking everything but Diego’s words.

And the worry in that look made sense -- Diego didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or feel pressured to say it back.

“-- And you don’t have to say it back, just so you know; take as much time as you need to --”

“Yeah,” Veruca found herself interrupting, nodding her head (her face was probably the same color as the red cherries on the picnic blanket), “Should we continue?”

“Yeah,” 

Green eyes met brown, “Yeah.”

They sat on the checkered blanket and Veruca opened the bottle of wine, pouring out a generous portion for both of them. Meanwhile, Diego popped a few cherries into his mouth.

He took his glass with a quiet “thank you” and a small flash of his white teeth. She responded with her own little smile, reaching for a grape herself.

There was a quietness to them, not a completely comfortable one, but it wasn’t completely uncomfortable either. It felt less like a serene bubble and more like a hamster ball, like the stillness between them was a snowball on the top of a mountain, ready to start rolling at the smallest movement.

“Look!” 

Veruca peered in the direction Diego pointed.

It was a butterfly, blue wings the color of a sunny sky, weaving through the spheres of light Veruca made, up and up towards the star-speckled sky.

Stars.

Millions of them were scattered throughout the blackness, twinkling like tiny jewels on a ballgown; Veruca didn’t think she remembered another time when the skies were like this.

It was beautiful. 

“--, right?”

Green eyes turned to meet brown once more, but the brown of Diego’s eyes was fixed on the tango of the stars; the corners of Veruca’s mouth turned up a little bit.

“Yeah,” She leaned her head on his shoulder, “it is beautiful.”

The snowball melted, leaving only a sphere of peace around her and Diego. 

Her head shifted as Diego moved, “I meant it, you know.”

Veruca’s head moved to look up at him with questioning eyes.

He smiled at her inquiring gaze, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulders, “About you taking your time. You don’t have to say it right now, or tomorrow, or even ever; just say it when you’re ready, Veruca.”

She couldn’t help it -- surging up to press a kiss on Diego’s lips, then pressing her forehead to his.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

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Morning rays seeped through the woven threads of the kitchen curtains, soft rays creeping across the room as Veruca took a sip of her coffee, hair still down and mussed from sleep.

The smell of pancakes filled the room, Diego must’ve finished making a batch of them.

“Berries on your pancakes?” He asked, already adding them to a plate.

“Yes please,” Murmured Veruca, frowning at the empty mug in her hand.

Standing up, she moved towards the coffee pot, grabbing another mug from the little mug tree on the counter. Hands gently moving Diego so that she could get to the machine, Veruca found herself smiling at seven am when her boyfriend pressed a quick peck on her forehead.

And she would’ve gotten assaulted by a flurry of even more kisses too, had she not nudged his head away from her and back to the two plates of pancakes on the kitchen counter, “Just trying to get some coffee here.”

“Actually, it’s over there,” Diego chuckled as that quip earn him a soft punch to the arm, “But thanks for getting some for me, my dear.”

“Who says anything about you getting some coffee?”

“I’m pretty sure that Gambat doesn’t need coffee to be cheeky, unlike someone else I know.”

Veruca huffed in mock anger, then finally found her way to the savior of mornings, the coffee machine.

Pouring the drink and adding the creamers and sugars were second nature to her at this point, she didn’t need to think as she stirred the coffee and made her way back to the kitchen table -- so no, she didn’t need to think about the coffees, but rather, Veruca was thinking about something else.

Some part of her thought that the blue butterfly from the night when Diego actually said those three words out loud -- it was an improvement that she could think of that without her face betraying her beating heart -- should’ve been one that she recognized, that she should’ve known what that butterfly meant.

She had no idea what that butterfly meant.

Veruca’s hands placed her mug in front of herself, the other in front of Diego, who said a quick word of thanks as he put down the pancakes on the dining table. 

But she did have an idea about something else.

Those three little words -- so much meaning in so simple a sentence -- even the very marrow of Veruca’s magic knew that she felt the same way; her new leopard patronus, the silvery animal that gave her so much surprise when it appeared, could definitely attest to that. But to say that out loud --

“Are you okay, my dear?”

A vase of carnations decorated the kitchen, a vase of flowers that she didn’t even know were her favorite until Diego showed it to her; flowers that he always took the time to get for her because he knew it would make her happy.

“Yeah,” She heard herself say, “I’m just hungry.”

She was here with Diego, he was Veruca’s pillar, and she was his, all because he didn’t stop pursuing her even when she was a complete douche to him.

Three little words.

“Hey, Diego?” 

“Hm?”

One huge meaning.

“I love you.”

Silence.

Another beat.

Was it just the blood rushing through her ears or was everything holding its breath, too?

“You love me?”

She thinks she feels the table exhale like she did.

Veruca glanced up into Diego’s eyes, brown meeting green, and nodded.

Outside the window, the sun completely rid itself of its sleepiness as Diego grinned a smile so wide that it stretched ear-to-ear like he was a kid on Christmas day, “Say it again?”

And Veruca knew she was the same, “I love you.”

“Again?”

She laughed, a merry sound that gave even the berries on her pancakes more color than ever, “I love you!”

Somehow somewhere sometime between the giggles and “I love you”s, Veruca found herself trapped in Diego’s arms again.

Brown and green eyes met each other halfway through, and she touched her forehead on his.

“I love you,” It was a whisper this time, a breath that blew the bubble of serenity around them.

Diego’s eyes held no worry as he combed a flyaway strand of raven-black hair from Veruca’s face, “I love you too.”

[babyspiderling]

Love Undercover Three

“Tony, what should I do? I can’t exactly press charges since I’m undercover and not the age he thinks me to be. And it’s not like I have evidence.” My brother shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. “Write about it. Add it to your story. Go to school after your little day of skipping and wear a wire. Say you want to talk to him, ask him what he means explicitly, record him. Take it to the cops. Now tell me again about this whole Tom thing.” I huff and rake a hand over my head. “He looked exactly like McQuaid. But that would mean he’s a cop. And what undercover cop uses their real first name? That just doesn’t sound smart.” He shrugs. “Wait, that makes sense! He’s all soft and shit with me, like a regular guy, but he’s supposed to be into drugs and this crazy kid with a lengthy record. A guy like McQuaid wouldn’t be soft with me. He wouldn’t even associate with me! Of course the high school I get sent to has predators and undercover cops! This is going to actually work out in my favor. I gotta get to writing! Better get a story before it’s out there for everyone. Thanks Tony. Love you!” I practically sprint to my word processor. I hear him let himself out and I get started on my story. 

“This part about cops in high schools is good. I’ll put the one about the teacher out once you’ve gotten evidence and such. When you finish it, I’ll publish it before I put out the one about the cops. I don’t want to get in the way of an investigation. More stories like this and you’ll be a shoe in for head reporter.” I nod, grabbing my bag on the way out to get to class after skipping the day before. 

“Sweets, I didn’t see you yesterday! You good?” I nod a little, gathering my courage. “I’m fine. You free tonight? You’re not stuck helping Harry again are you?” His eyes widen a bit, his face caught for a split second until he corrects. “That’s what you said your dad's name was right? Harry?” He relaxes a bit, his arm throwing over me. “Oh yeah. Good memory sweets. But no, I’m not stuck with dear old pops tonight.” I smile, triumphant. “Want to come over after school until we have to leave?” He nods, popping his gum. 

“Mr. Devo, I wanted to talk about what you talked about the other day?” He nods and shuts the door behind him. “Tell me, Miss Liebman, have you made the right decision?” I swallow, playing the part of the meek innocent little girl. “Well, I just had some questions. What would our deal entail? What would you have me do? I read the book you mentioned, and I’m afraid I’m still a little confused.” He nods, cradling my face in his hand. “My dear, I want to teach you more than History. I want to teach you how to love a man. If you learn from someone else, they’ll hurt you. Such a delicate little flower. I want you to give yourself to me, let me teach you about yourself.” I swallow once again. “This changes things then. This is another level I need to consider.” He rolls his eyes, impatient. “Beauty doesn’t last forever. I have others that need to learn as well Y/N. Much more hesitation and I will have to move to the next pupil in need of my teaching. One who will not hesitate against my requests.” I feel the weight of my plans possible failing fall heavy on my shoulders. “No, don’t find someone else. I’ll have an answer by tomorrow.” I gather my things and head out. 

Unsurprisingly, Tom, the caring and sweet boy he is, towards me at least, waits for me outside the classroom. We finish our day and I wait for him at my locker.

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“If you qualify and would like to be an astronaut, now is the time. This is your NASA.”

In 1977, NASA was looking for new recruits to join the Astronaut Corps and fly the up-and-coming Space Shuttle. In this new era, NASA also sought to diversify its ranks and improve the space agency’s culture. In its first twenty years, NASA’s Astronaut Corps was almost exclusively white and entirely male. As Kim McQuaid writes in his excellent essay, “‘Racism, Sexism, and Space Ventures’: Civil Rights at Nasa in the Nixon Era and Beyond,” (which is available online) NASA hired fewer racial minorities and women than any other federal institution, and their equal opportunity program was “a near total failure.”

Under pressure from both external forces and within (including Ruth Bates Harris, the first Black woman to hold a senior role in NASA management), NASA made a more concerted effort to recruit women and racial minorities for their next group of astronauts. Part of their outreach including hiring Nichelle Nichols, Lieutenant Uhura from Star Trek. In addition to meeting with community organizations and college students, she created advertisements like this one, in which she and Apollo astronaut (and fourth man to walk on the Moon) Alan Bean discuss and demonstrate the future of space exploration.

NASA Astronaut Group 8 (nicknamed TFNG), announced in January 1978, was the largest class of astronaut candidates yet: thirty-five Americans, including the first six women, three Black men (the first since 1967, when Bob Lawrence was selected but died in a plane crash several months later), and the first Asian American.

Col. Frederick Gregory, an Air Force test pilot who was part of TFNG and later the first Black commander of a shuttle mission, spoke about the impact of Nichols’ ad spot: “[NASA] had a very positive and strong campaign to encourage women and minorities. And I saw her on the TV one day, and she pointed directly at me and she said, ‘I want you in the astronaut program.’ And she was talking to me.”

Nichols has also reflected on the results of her work with NASA:

When NASA asked me to help them find the first qualified women and minorities to join the then all-male-all-white astronaut corp[s], I did so with great enthusiasm. One of the first that my company was able to reach was a beautiful, young, brilliant woman named Sally Ride. She not only joined the astronaut corps – she revolutionized it by blazing the trail that so many female astronauts followed. She became MY inspiration to continue to search to find the next Sally Ride, or Dr. Mae Jemison... [Ride] once thanked me for my recruitment efforts while under contract to NASA, saying “If it hadn’t been for you I might not be here.”

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Jennifer’s Body: Needy, Jennifer, Colin, Chip

Pretty Little Liars(the perfectionist. Original Sin): Allison, Spencer, Emily, Hanna, Caleb, Toby Aria, Ezra*, Mona, Jason, Imogen, Mouse, Faren, Kelly, Noa, Tabby

Twilight: Bella, Edward, Jacob, Alice, Rosalie, Carlisle, Emmett, Seth don’t even THINK about asking for jasper the confederate

Everything Sucks!: Oliver, Emmiline, Kate, Luke, Tyler, McQuaid

Stranger Things: El, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Will, Eddie*****, Chrissy, Max, Johnathan, Joyce, Hopper, Argyle, Vickie,

Scream: just ask for a character there’s too many

No OCs

You can request any, body type, gender, sex or race? Idk about this one that much

No song lyric fics for the love of all things high and mighty the closest you’re getting is the name of a song

I can do insecurities and stuff

I will not write about SA (I don’t feel comfortable with that)

I won’t write for real ppl only characters!

That’s it happy requesting?!

Deadass will NOT do The Black Phone that’s weird😟

[fangirl-imagines]

Teach//Tom Hanson x Reader

A/N: Very short but I love when Tom plays a McQuaid brother. Part 2?

“Good morning class!” Y/N rushed through the door of her classroom in a huff, trying not to look like she’d been running through the halls just a minute ago. 

Her bag threatened to fall off her shoulder as she fumbled with her teacher’s guide textbooks and grade books that she was quick to drop down onto her desk with a loud thud. Student’s snickered but she ignored them as she kicked the door shut with her heel and haphazardly brushed the hair out of her face. She glanced at her watch and frowned. Tardiness wasn’t exactly becoming of a teacher. Especially a new teacher trying to make a good impression. 

“Okay, so we’re running a bit behind this morning. Not that any of you mind I’m sure.” She remarked, shuffling through her things. 

The class laughed and even without looking up she could hear the crumple of paper balls flying across the classroom. 

“We’ve got a lot to go over today but first things first, I’m told we have a new student today...Aha!” She finally touched the slip of paper the secretary had passed to her as she’d rushed in this morning. “Is there a Mr-” She paused, reading over the name again. Surely it must be a typo. Her brows narrowed, she looked, eyes immediately landing on the very familiar man sitting in the back row. He smirked at her, popping his gum. “McQuaid.” 

She crossed her arms with a glare, getting curious looks from a few clueless students. 

Tommy McQuaid smirked, “Hi ya, teach.” 

You huffed, shaking your head, but wisely said nothing. You were going to kill him when you got home tonight. But for now you straightened up, a stiff, forced smile working its way onto your face. 

“Its Ms.Y/L/N, Mr. McQuaid. There’s also no gum in my class but seeing as it’s your first day we’ll let it slide.” 

“Sure thing, teach.” He winked at you, swallowing the gum. 

You were really going to kill him. 

[two-us-two-ks]

I was finally ready to rummage through my hockey picture collection and move most of Krug’s pics into “Once a Bruin, always a Bruin” folder. Man, that hurt. Especially since now the rest of McQuaid’s pics were moved there as well

[brideofedoras]

Soulbound: Almost Human

Disclaimer: I do not own AH, the core characters or the image (Google is my friend!)  

The image is of Rudy Lom’s lab, which is based in a church.

Word Count: 2300+

Rating: 18 +

Warnings: Mentions of cutting and self-harm.  (If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.  I do not want to upset or hurt anyone).

Chapter One Chapter Two

 “Good morning, Ms. Williams,” Rudy Lom called out from somewhere deep in the lab.

Emily finished descending the stairs.  “Good morning, Dr. Lom!”  She called back as she headed for her desk.  “Anything exciting on tap for today?”

“Detectives Stahl and Vogel are bringing their MXes in for routine maintenance,” the thin technician appeared from the back, wiping his hands on a greasy-looking rag.  “We will also be upgrading some of the datapads and computers for Delta.”

“Sounds good,” Emily set her backpack on the floor and nudged it under her desk.  “I should be able to take my usual lunch, then?”

He grinned.  “Yes, Ms. Williams,” he shook his head fondly.  “Who am I to keep you from visiting Detective Kennex?”

She ducked her head to hide the blush warming her neck and cheeks.  “He’s steadily showing more signs of activity,” she told her boss as she opened the drawer containing her safety glasses.  ��The charge nurse told me last night she thinks he’ll wake up soon.”

“That’s wonderful,” Rudy sat down at his own desk to look over the work orders for the day.  “Wouldn’t it be something if he woke up during your lunch date?”

She snorted.  “Don’t call it a date, Dr. Lom!”

I could never be that lucky, she thought with a pang in her chest.  

“What else am I going to call it?  You take him flowers or cards for his birthday and holidays,” Rudy shrugged, sorting the work orders into two piles.  “John is a good man.”

“I know,” she nodded.  She reached out to turn on her laptop.  “Nothing will ever come of… this anyway.  He’ll wake up believing he’s still in a relationship and I’ll be friendzoned.”  She huffed out a quiet laugh as she dropped her right hand to the inside of her right thigh.  “I have a demented soulmate out there somewhere as it is.”

“Ms. Williams, you’ll meet your soulmate when it is time,” Rudy pushed away from his desk and walked over to her.  “John has a soulmate out there, too.  Perhaps… perhaps his soulmate is you.”

“That’s absurd!”  She scoffed at him.  “He’s fifteen years older than me, he can’t be…  I don’t believe it.”

Rudy awkwardly patted her shoulder.  “It’s not unheard of for soulmates to have differences in age.”

“He wouldn’t want me, anyway,” she shook her head.  “He probably never did.”  She reached over and took the celos from his hand.  “I take it these are my tasks?”  She changed the subject, hoping to take her mind off that familiar itch in the back of her mind, the itch that told her to cut.

No, Emily.  It’s been months since the last time.

Five months.

Five months since she’d taken an X-acto knife to her left arm and sliced shallow cuts into the fleshy part below her elbow.  Six months since she’d added to the growing collection of scars on her arm.  

I can do this.  I can fight this.  I can beat this, she told herself.  

The urge to cut was always there, it always would be.  But she hadn’t felt the urge this strong since the anniversary of her father’s death.

“Ms. Williams?”

She blinked her eyes as she realized Rudy had asked her a question.  She looked over at him.  When did he return to his desk?  She caught the worried look in his eyes.  “I’m sorry, Dr. Lom, I must have zoned out.  What were you saying?”

“Are you okay?”

Her brow furrowed.  “I’m fine, Dr. Lom.”

“You looked like you were in pain,” he told her softly.  “Are you all right?”

Lying to her boss would be a very bad move, but Emily could not bring herself to admit her darkest secrets to him.  She did not want his sympathy.  She did not want him walking on eggshells around her.  But she had to tell him something.

“I’m feeling anxious,” she shrugged.  “I want John-- Detective Kennex to wake up from his coma just like you and Sandy and the entire staff on the fifth floor at County, I do want to officially meet him, but…”  She huffed out a humorless laugh.  “I’m afraid he’ll either not remember me at all or he’ll think I’m some nutcase stalker who decided to visit him every day for seventeen months.”

All of that was true, she just could not bring herself to admit to him that she was losing her battle with trying not to self-harm.

Or that she had, over the course of seventeen months, fallen in love with the comatose detective.

 “John would never think you’re a nutcase or a stalker, Emily,” Rudy gave her an encouraging, if awkward, smile.  “He looked up to and respected your father, we all did.  Even if he wakes up and doesn’t remember you, he’ll still know you’re Sam Williams’ daughter.  But, should he decide you’re a stalker, you’ve got Captain Maldonado and I on your side.”

She smiled a real smile at him.  “Thank you, Dr. Lom,” she murmured.

The itch began to fade.

 “Hey, John,” she set her takeout bag on the table next to the chair before she approached the bed.  As she did every day for seventeen months, Emily covered the detective’s left hand with hers before leaning over the bed to press a soft, fleeting kiss to his forehead.  She smiled when she felt his brow smooth out and his hand twitch under hers.  The nursing staff had told her he only reacted to her touch, her presence, no one else could elicit any response from him.  “Dr. Lom was generous to extend my lunch break today, you’ll get to suffer for forty-five minutes of my company,” she squeezed his hand before smoothing the blanket over his chest and brushing her fingers through his hair.  He twitched slightly.  “The CNAs have a betting pool on when you’re waking up.  They all think you’ll wake up before the weekend, Monday at the latest.  Dr. Lom thinks you might wake up today while I’m visiting.”  She sighed as she grabbed her food and sat down.  “I took advantage of the longer lunch break and swung by my favorite noodle joint.  I’m hoping the aroma of drunken noodles and egg rolls will entice you to wake up, but I’m not going to share.  This is my favorite dish and I’m afraid it’ll be too much for your stomach to handle after being fed nutrients through a tube for seventeen months.  You’re probably going to hate life for a while.  But once you’re able to eat regular food, I’ll gladly treat you to lunch sometime.  Or supper.”  

As she ate she talked about one of the datapads she was servicing.  “Some moron in the division thought it was a wise idea to look up android porn on his work tablet and now it has computer STDs,” she shook her head.  “I’m not even sure how that would work, I know there are sexbots but I’ve only ever heard of female bots.  Most masculine bots I’ve seen are the MXes and the DRNs.  MXes definitely aren’t equipped below the belt and aren’t programmed to express emotions anyway.  I know the DRNs are programmed to ‘have a soul’ but I don’t know about their physical structure,” she ate a little more before continuing.  “Dr. Lom has a DRN in storage, I could always take a peek when I duck back there to scavenge for parts,” she grinned at that.  “But I’m not a perv, I promise.  Anyway, Sandy was livid when I called to tell her what I’d found on this datapad.  Pretty sure the detective will be wishing he was fired and not riding a desk for the next month.  I reminded her he could’ve looked up worse stuff, but as she said, he was using division-owned tablet that had access to cases and files someone could easily hack.  And now I have the fun job of programming every device in Delta to restrict his usage.”  She finished off the noodles.  “Thankfully I can upload that program onto just one device and with everything being connected I can remotely upload it to every Delta-owned computer, laptop, tablet, watch, phone, and MX.  The best part is he has to wear a tracking bracelet in order to access any device.  If he’s not wearing it, he can’t even turn on a computer.  If he is wearing it, he will have very limited access to the interwebs.”  She picked up her egg roll.  “Between you and me, I think Rudy was a little upset that I wound up with that datapad to work on.”  She looked over at John.  “Don’t give him hell about possibly being into android porn, please?  I really like my job and I don’t want to get fired.”

She finished off her egg roll and eyed the second egg roll.  “I don’t know why I ordered two of these,” she moaned miserably.  “I’m already hating myself.  I’m stuffed, all that salt’s not doing me any good…”  She fished the plastic-wrapped fortune cookie out of the container and set it in front of the framed photograph Sandra had brought in all those months ago.  She traced her fingers over her father’s smiling face and wondered for the five-hundredth time who had taken the photo of John, Sam, Sandra and Marty at McQuaid’s the night they’d gathered to celebrate John’s 39th birthday.

Her smile slipped when she realized it was probably John’s missing girlfriend.

“I wouldn’t eat that fortune cookie,” she said after a moment.  “They will leave your stomach in knots.”

She busied herself with gathering up her stuff.  “I should be heading back to the lab,” she told him before turning to the bed.  “I’ll be back this evening after I get off work.  Hopefully nothing happens at the last minute to tie me up.  I’m…” she realized she was scratching at her left arm.  “I feel off today.  The… the urge to grab a small blade and cut is borderline overwhelming… worse than it was five months ago,” she busied her hands with straightening and smoothing his blanket.  “I don’t think I could handle the overtime today.”  She ran her fingers through his hair before taking his left hand in hers and leaning down to brush a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek.  “I’ll swing by after shift and sit with you until the nurses kick me out.  I really don’t need to be alone.  I’ll see you later, John,” she whispered before stepping back.  

She grabbed her food and her bag before heading toward the door.  With one last look over her shoulder she managed a smile.  “I’ll be here.”

 Emily logged off her computer and shut it down with a heavy sigh.  The program and the bracelet had taken a little longer than she’d expected, and she had finally finished working on Stahl’s MX twenty minutes ago.  

But now that her hands were idle and her brain not focused on something that itch was back ten times worse than it had been when she’d first noticed it that morning.  Maybe if I’m lucky Sarah will let me stay past visiting hours ends.  

She started gathering her stuff when her phone buzzed.  She frowned, slipping it out of her back pocket.  “Sandy, if you’re calling about a last minute work request, the answer is ‘no’.  I’m tired and just want to get out of here.”  She looked over her shoulder toward Rudy’s desk and frowned when she realized he wasn’t there.  “What time is it, anyway?”

“Nineteen hundred hours,” Sandra answered.  “John woke up this afternoon, shortly after you left.”

“That’s great!”  Emily smiled.  “I’m getting ready to head over there--”

“Emmie, he had a very bad reaction when he found out how long he’s been in a coma,” her godmother told her.  “He exploded when he discovered his right leg is gone.  John’s not in the right frame of mind right now.  He needs time to process everything before anyone other than me can visit.  I’m sorry, Sweetie, I know how much visiting him means to you.  I’m going to go see him, then I’ll come over and fill you in some more, okay?”

Emily squeezed her eyes shut to ward off the tears she could feel burning at the bridge of her nose.  “Is he…  Is he going to be okay?”

“I hope so,” Sandy admitted quietly.  “I don’t want you visiting him until he’s had the chance to come to terms with everything.  He doesn’t know about Marty or Sam, I was told he doesn’t remember much of the ambush.  I don’t want you getting hurt should he lash out if you’re there, Emily.”

She nodded even though Sandra couldn’t see her.  “Okay…  Thank you for calling me,” she whispered.

“I’ll see you later,” Sandra murmured before ending the call.

Emily numbly stuffed her phone in her pocket.

 She didn’t remember the drive home from the lab or even walking into the small apartment she’d been renting for the past year.  She didn’t remember checking the mail, yet she dropped her mail and her keys on the antique oak coffee table with it’s scratched and marker-stained surface.

She felt numb yet at the same time she felt that itch.  

She didn’t remember going to sleep on the bathroom floor.

She just knew she woke up to someone shaking her shoulders and crying her name.  

Emily blinked open her eyes and frowned when she saw Sandy hovering over her.

No, not hovering.  Patching her up.  

She frowned, looking from her godmother to her arm.

“I’m taking you to the ER after I get you patched up,” Sandy’s voice was firm.  “You should’ve told me, Emmie!  You should’ve told me you were feeling that urge!”

Emily didn’t answer.  

She didn’t know what to say, how to respond.

She was just… numb.

[ariparri]

Coby McQuaid Introduction

Finally Veruca's one and only brother, the source of her stress and frustration, Coby McQuaid, gets an introduction here!

The Jacob of my version for Hogwarts Mystery. The Jacob that actually has some sense and isn't a damn idiot to fall for Peregrine's stupid plan 🙄

❌ NO REPOSTING ❌

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Coby McQuaid is a pure blood Irish wizard. He is the eldest son of Elroy and Wilhelmina and Veruca’s brother. Coby was born on the 26th of November 1962. While he cares for his sister, the two have a very competitive relationship. Their competitive natures also caused them to engage in childish disputes that continued on into adulthood. Coby may be the oldest, but he can definitely be the most immature between the two, something Veruca often points out, causing Coby to whine about it. They can never play any game together as their competitiveness gets out of hand and someone ends up tackling the other to the ground.

Coby McQuaid, is a confident, energetic, outgoing, brash, and informal young man, who revels in his freedom from order and responsibility. He is charismatic and well liked by those around him. He often does whatever he likes on whim with a macho and confident attitude.

He enters both duels and flying races with unabashed confidence, often thinking that every event is one big and crazy party. His most gifted trait is his ability to live life as it comes, never worrying what others think of him and treasuring his own personal values. While others may see him as a simple rebel, he does have some code of personal ethics and will stand for those who can't defend themselves. He feels that duels should be fought fairly and doesn't condone picking on the weak. He also admires bravery and often feels compelled to stick up for the underdogs.

Proud of his heritage and gung-ho for flying and dueling, he has a tendency to get lost in the thrill and forget his limits. Therefore, he often relied on the wisdom and responsibility of his friends, Olivia Green and Duncan Ashe, to keep him focused and on track. He is grateful for any helping hand and strives to repay his debts in kind. Carson's overall assessment of him implies that his unpredictability is not merely based on a whim, but out of consideration for his family. In Hogwarts, he joined the Dueling Club in favor of Quidditch, but often held flying races in the Pitch.

After seeing the way Diego interacts with Veruca, Coby has been extremely wary of the younger male. Although knowing his sister is no longer a child, it's his brotherly instincts that often kick in whenever Veruca either mentions or hangs out with Diego. To see if he was a good match for his sister, Coby dueled Diego and admitted he wasn't taking it easy on him. He eventually started respecting Diego for his skills and had warmed up to the younger male when he started showing he was serious about Veruca. While it took time for him to approve the relationship, it is still taking a long time getting used to his baby sister being in one.

After R had been fully taken care of, Coby moved back to Kinsale, Ireland. He lives a relaxing life in a cabin on a private beach. He doesn't marry or have any kids, but owns two Chesapeake Bay Retrievers named Rosie and Eugene. He also works as a bartender in one of the nearby bars and usually handles the drinks during family gatherings and parties. Coby also got a small tattoo of a butterfly on the left side of his neck a symbol of his great grandmother Avis.

Coby has a coffee addiction. He used to drink tea because of his Nana, but switched to coffee after he needed something to keep him up whenever he pulled all-nighters. He never went back to tea after that. When Veruca was still drinking out of a sippy cup, there was no more of her favorite juice so Coby filled her cup with some coffee. Ever since then, Veruca started craving for coffee and would throw her cup away if she was given juice. Elroy found out was upset his little girl was getting caffeine high at an extremely young age.

[onpagetwentyone]

SUSTAINED (Legal Briefs #2)

Emma Chase

PUBLICATION DETAILS

Audiobook, Unabridged

Published August 25th 2015 by Simon Schuster Audio

SYNOPSIS

A knight in tarnished armor is still a knight. When you’re a defense attorney in Washington, DC, you see firsthand how hard life can be, and that sometimes the only way to survive is to be harder. I, Jake Becker, have a reputation for being cold, callous, and intimidating—and that suits me just fine. In fact, it’s necessary when I’m breaking down a witness on the stand. Complications don’t work for me—I’m a “need-to-know” type of man. If you’re my client, tell me the basic facts. If you’re my date, stick to what will turn you on. I’m not a therapist or Prince Charming—and I don’t pretend to be. Then Chelsea McQuaid and her six orphaned nieces and nephews came along and complicated the ever-loving hell out of my life. Now I'm going to Mommy & Me classes, One Direction concerts, the emergency room, and arguing cases in the principal's office. Chelsea’s too sweet, too innocent, and too gorgeous for her own good. She tries to be tough, but she’s not. She needs someone to help her, defend her…and the kids. And that — that, I know how to do.

RATING

5/5

REVIEW

So, scribd is free for a month, and your auntie, being on quarantine decided to grab that opportunity and download all the audiobooks she feels like reading (or listening to, in tha case). Of course, I've been dying to listen to SUSTAINED by Emma Chase now so this is the 1st audiobook I listened to and man, isn't Sebastian York's voice perfect for my husband, Atty. Jake Becker?!

And that is the reason why I decided to write an audiobook review of Sustained by Emma Chase because why not? Right? right.

Jake Becker is a criminal defense attorney in Washington, DC. He’s a big guy, intimidating (in a hot and sexy and handsome kind of way, oh, goodness, I’m in love with him), callous and cold. He’s a kind of kid who knows how to win his fight. He’s also a no-time-for-complications kind of guy that why his life turned upside down when he met Chelsea McQuaid and her six nieces and nephews. Chelsea McQuaid’s brother and his wife died in a horrific accident and they left their SIX kids under Chelsea’s care. Chelsea is one of the strongest heroine out there. She’s independent, feisty and an extra ordinary woman. I’m just floored by her strength to be there for the kids while she’s also grieving.

Chelsea and Jake is just the best team. I love how Jake’s life went from being the “no-time-for-bullshit”, “I-need-to-know”, the “let’s-keep-it-casual”, the “every-man-for-himself” kind of guy to being a family man, which means going to Mommy & Me classes, One Direction concerts, the emergency room, and arguing cases in the principal's office. It’s the perfect kind of chaos and he won’t change a thing.

Sustained is really one of the best NA books out there. It’s not just about love. It’s about family, grief, and covers sensitive topics such as abuse which made me appreciate it more. Emma Chase writes the best Male POV books, so if you love books written in Male POV, go and do yourself favor and grab this book because you’ll love it.

It’s a total page turner, despite of being busy at work, I managed to finish this book in one sitting. Sustained is so cute, sweet, funny that made me laugh my ass off in the middle of the night. It’s hot and sexy and a total perfection. This is the 1st and only book (so far) that I’ve read in three different formats. I have an audio book (from scribd) I’ve got a copy in my kindle app and a paperback in my shelf.

Can’t wait to listen to other books!

[brandoncarlo]

MY picks for the 2019 nhl all star game

Atlantic Division

F - David Pastrnak  F - Patrice BErgeron F - Auston Matthews F - Jeff Skinner D - Mitch Marner D - Charlie McAvoy D - Auston Matthews again but this time with a C on his jersey G - jaro halak G - freddie andersen

Metro Division

F - kuzy F - nicky F - jeff skinner but in a canes jersey F - brian boyle D - adam mcquaid D - this garlic bread i made D - morgan reilly can go here G - vasilevskiy because the metro is *fart noise* G - Holtby in a cowboy hat and sunglasses

Central Division F - Jim Lites (or tim lites?? idk) with benn and seguin chasing him around with clubs F - nathan mackinnon F - mikko rantanen  F - blake wheeler in a bruins jersey D - pk subban D - pk subban but in a cowboy hat D - brandon carlo G - the left side of pekka rinne G - the right side of pekka rinne

Pacific Division F - ryan nugent hopkins F - Connor McDavid but Brandon Manning’s also there (”if he’s on my team i know where he is at all times”) F - timo meier i just like him F - pavelski D - dougie hamilton’s yearly pass to the museum D - that grainy image of dylan demelo in the back of the uber D - erik karlsson but all of the bones in his body have been replaced by other peoples bones G - john gibson G - a flower but just like. a regular garden flower they pick right before the game starts.

The Chara Division

Chara

[zdeno]

Cap space just now of ~12M. Priorities for me: 1. Be RID of K*mpf*r and replace with a bulky D-man: McQuaid is first choice in my heart, but gonna guess Jake Gardiner would be who the B's might look at. 2. Medium sized forwards. Keep MoJo and Gemel. Jamie McGinn (FLA) would be a good fit. I want to keep Fishbowl Noel but I think he may be utterly fucked this year with injuries; I see a trade for McKegg (CAR). Brett Connolly (Caps) would be great. 3. Draft choices - sell rookies with poor fit.

Jake gardiner is already a bruins legend so you made a point there

Mojo too ‘spensive sadly :(

Gemel is a god and we must keep him

I predict a pulju signing personally but anything could happen knowing sweeney

GET KREJCI A WINGER CHALLENGE

[thebear-necessities]

I made this instead of doing my school work ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(video sources listed under the cut)

okay starting off: this is my first time ever editing a video so I hope it wasn’t too bad

second: here are all my sources in order as they appear

The opening song is called “Dirty Water” by the Standells! They sing about Boston in this song and many teams like the Red Sox and Bruins (for obvious reasons) use it during games. I’ll link the youtube here

The sound clips I am using are all from this video. It’s a compilation of every time Griffin McElroy says the word “boy” in a let’s play, and it’s over 3 min long. I highly recommend checking out his podcast MBMBaM if you find the previous video funny.

You can find that Jack n Brick clip here.

All the Brad clips in order: Fist bumping, waving, kicking, kissing.

That Charlie clip is actually from when he, Tim, and Torey were invited to do the Barstool Goalie Challenge. The boys are lookin’ nice and spiffy in their casual clothes. You can find that here.

Ah, my two special boys. This clip could only be made thanks to a highlighter on youtube aptly named “Weekend at Bergys”. I love it. Here’s the link.

Pasta’s first fight! This is the first clip I will be thanking “dafoomie” on youtube for. If you’re a big bruins fan please check this guy out, they highlight games consistantly and in HD. Link to Pasta clip here.

Another clip thanks to dafoomie! Adam McQuaid really is a good wrestle boy, don’t you think? Link here.

Tim’s beautiful goal against the rangers, man, I remember that game. It feels like so long ago… a simpler time, then. Anyway, I don’t think I really need to thank SportsNet, so here’s the clip.

This one actually took a while to find. I wanted one of Bruce being mad but I’m not the most patient person so I stopped at this one.

I had a lot of options with this one, if you can believe it, there seems to be many shorter players on the Bruins. And then there’s Zee. Charlie’s not the shortest, I know, but I did find the clip very cute and worth it. Link here.

Oh Noel, Noel, Noel. Honestly I was very surprised with how beefy he is. The stats say he’s 5′10 but also about 208 lbs. Which? Is insane? Watch the clip here. (also it’s another dafoomie-made highlight)

The last one, I thought, should be the sweetest. I am a big fan of hugging and cellys (cellies?) so I figured find an OT winner and the whole bench will descend into hugs. I was not disappointed. Watch Brad score in OT here.

[chriskreider]

mika reaching up and booping mcquaids head saying "my man !" is an incredible mood