#btkachuk

[tfc-hockey]

Why does Brady Tkachuk, the larger of the captains, not simply eat Quinn Hughes?

[utahmammoth]

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[pastanak]

WHAT is going on this pic

[tfc-hockey]

Tkachuk men are living down to their stereotypes so exactly that the mind boggles??

"I knew Brady could handle it fine... and the other one was there too" & "dad are you proud of me yet? dad are you proud of me yet? dad are you proud of me yet? dad are you---"

being a bit too on the nose there, boys.

[get-hockeyed-idiot]

hey I'm the op of that timbrady edit. please please please update me if you actually show it to your coworker LMAO

LMAO the jury is still out on showing it to her, I’ll have to test the waters of her tolerance for rpf let alone hrpf first, but if I do show it to her I will ABSOLUTELY let you know!!

[crosbyism]

the boss baby having a baby boss baby feels illegal somehow

[bobby-brinks]

i’d give brady tkachuk my first born child after that game

[crosbyism]

tkabin pls??? 👀

thanks for the ask! ☺️ (from this ask game)

tkabin is a platonic sibling dynamics cabin fic, mostly about heavy sibling feelings re: what happens if coming out to them doesn’t go so well. brady basically takes matthew to a cabin for the weekend post 2023 playoffs, where they’re stuck with each other for a bit. Here’s an excerpt:

It’s not like Matthew wasn’t expecting something to go wrong when he planned it around the bye week. A late birthday present; he was gifting himself as much of an honest life as he feasibly could for his twenty-fifth. 

He knew, long-term, the culprit wasn’t going to be his father, who always put family first and would do so no matter what, even if he was the man Matthew had first heard the word faggot from. Taryn was unquestionably going to be fine too, with her lesbian best friend. Matthew was actually most nervous about his mother, who could’ve gone either way. It wasn’t unfounded, but two months after coming out she made a point to turn to Matthew at the tail end of a family video call about Taryn’s recent breakup and ask: well, is there a nice man who’s caught your eye recently? and that was that.

At the time, Brady didn’t even occur to him. They were so deep under each other’s skin that it was unthinkable for Matthew to anticipate anything less than unconditional support; anything else would be an insult and deservedly get him his ass beat. If he even thought about it at all in advance, he thought Brady wouldn’t even be surprised, that it would just be an unspoken truth to him the way things are between two people who love each other best in the world. The same way Taryn wasn’t all-too surprised, punching him in the arm and rolling her eyes and hugging him and saying okay, love you. If I set you up, you gotta buy me beer for a whole season.

But Brady had laughed like it was a joke, and then Brady’d said, no you’re not. c’mon, you’ve never been like that, and then Brady’d gotten upset and said but wouldn’t it be easier if—

And then Brady hadn’t talked to him for five months. 

Matthew had dragged himself through the end of the season and into the playoffs, plunging himself into hockey so he wouldn’t have to think about the lonely future in front of him where his brother and him never spoke again. Worse: where the only things they said to each other were plated next to the Thanksgiving turkey, stiltedly poked at with forks and knives before they stuffed the leftovers of their relationship in tiny boxes to take home and enjoy for another half-week before they went back to not talking at all.