#bm63

[fairybreadevangelist]

Tim Hortons hockey cards commercial starring Sid and Nate with cameos from Flower and Marchy

2nd October 2025

[quietconspiracy]

Petition to rename the Bedard-Celebrini-Minten Trio the BC Brat Pack (just like Crosby-MacKinnon-Marchand is the Nova Scotia Mafia)?

[youcouldvebeentheone]

this is kind of a ship edit but also kind of not a ship edit does that make sense? a duo that is deeply important and does not get enough credit however sid loves marchy and marchy loves sid and that is beautiful ! marchy shows his love by rage baiting the fuck out of sid when they play against each other !! they have co parented nathan mackinnon but marchy is also the third to natesid? yes makes sense there will be a test

[sj-sharkie]

more incorrects!

all previous incorrects (x)

[starl1tsky]

i love that patrice bergeron picked up a post-retirement side gig doing nesn broadcasts, because it's important to recognize that he is so ass at this job. he views this 'job' as 'sit on couch with razor and tuukka and talk. perhaps twice a period say something tangentially related to the game being played. most importantly, bring up brad marchand at LEAST twice a game, preferably upwards of ten'. he truly is the world's most perfect man.

[ghxstshxrk]

marchy and a ref, 12/1

[hawks1019-63-31-91]

still thinking ab this ngl

[oscmints]

just like. making out with marchy 🫣 on his lap🫣and grinding🫣 i fear you’ve turned me into a marchy fan

also can i claim en emoji 👀👀 if so: 🫒

i don't know who you are but we're besties now. and YES the 🫒 is all yours!!

brad marchand x reader, MATURE 18+. swearing, grinding, mentions of drinking, etc. brad’s a little mouthy. #needthat #unedited

you’re caged in the moment the hotel door closes, calloused hands framing your hips and pulling you towards the large, comfy-looking chair that sits near the desk. the suite brad picked is nice, considering you’re only here for a quick fuck, maybe a nap, then the both of you will be out celebrating again. for a second you wonder what he paid for it, but then you’re being pulled down, and it gets hard to think about anything but him underneath you. the way his lips find the pulse point on your throat. the thick, warm press of him against your thigh.

he had sobered up some, a little steadier now as the florida sun rises over the ocean. it’s getting hot, with sweat and champagne clinging to your bodies. “should probably close the curtains,” you pant, breathless in his lap.

“we’re six stories up, doll,” and a shrug is the best answer you get. he’s more focused on kissing you, mouthing at all the little sweet spots on your exposed skin.

“you bring any of those little bikini tops, sweetheart?” brad asks, his lips resting at the shell of your ear. “want you in one t’day, how’s that sound?”

you giggle and place two hands on his cheeks, bringing him around to face you. before replying you take a moment to kiss his nose, between his brows, then his lips. you mumble into the kiss, “yes, baby, i brought some. what, you’re putting me on display now?”

you expect brad to laugh. instead he growls and grabs a handful of your ass, brushing your core against him in the process. “want you to wear it with that jacket they gave me. lord stanley, with the diamonds.”

“crystals, they’re swarovski,” you correct, voice dripping with awe. “you can’t be serious…”

he waves you off “yeah. it’ll look good on’ya. now shut up and lemme kiss you,” he says, voice low.

you don’t have to be told twice.