#at least brady is there

[hockeyandpens]

I still think M. Tkachuk is essential for a funnier and all around better all star weekend experience

#at least brady is there #not right now #but tomorrow #asg lb #matthew tkachuk

[annieqattheperipheral]

"Matthew's fired up! He's already expecting to be the godfather, he already said that right away. That's his expectation so he'll be disappointed if not so we'll have to figure that one out."

thanks for the heads-up @sharp-edges💕

#a relief to hear of such a personal private gender reveal ..which ugh not needed but at least done wo setting off an environmental disaster #uncle matty gonna spoil that kid so hard #his smiles are gonna be endless #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #tkachuks

[druidberries]

back to present day...

it's love day! the whole gang hasn't seen each other all together for a while since Xylithe was visiting her parents in Sixam, so it was the perfect opportunity to have a pool party and bring everyone together!

previous // next

seb dyed his hair and...poor guy

#tjolgen1 #NEW SEB HAIR WEEWOO WEE WOO #i always said he would NEVER change it from green #but then i saw him in red... #it fits the vampire vibes okay #if he's gonna live forever now he's gotta at LEAST try out more hair colors #elowen loves it 😏 #also new font and i actually love it #gonna stick with it i think #also had the glitch where peopel just come home from school and work early #so raven was home from school today #ts4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #tjolc #save: tjol #tjol: elowen brady #tjol: sebastian stein #tjol: raven stein

[drysaladandketchup]

22 Mattdrai please

Thank you anon! I hope you enjoy :)

22. things you said after it was over

Last year, it was Matthew's precious Flames that got punted out of the playoffs. To add insult to injury, it was at the hands of the Oilers. Which is why, that same night, he sent Leon a slew of drunken texts from some dingy downtown bar because he was not in the mood to even look at Leon, let alone go home with him.

Those texts included one declaring they were breaking up, which Leon didn't take to heart because not even five minutes later he got another message assuring him that no they were not actually breaking up Matthew was just going to hate him for the next 48 hours. That, Leon could handle.

Hell, he'd probably have gone for 72 hours. Minimum. And he had to rest his ankle anyways, if he wanted any chance of seeing ice-time the next game. He'd be there when Matthew was ready.

This year, it's the Oilers who go out first.

Leon just barely keeps it together through the post-game media frenzy. He doesn't want to look at the cameras, barely keeps the shudder from his voice, which is little more than a whimper because he just can’t breathe. Hunkered down with his hood up because it feels safe, the only barrier between him and a world that just crushed his dream. Again.

It's not like he can be mad at Matthew, because he fucked off to Florida, a whole other division, so Leon has no excuse for not answering any of his texts, or the six separate times Matthew tried to call after Vegas knocked Edmonton on it's ass.

Only once Leon's back home for the night, drained and exhausted and dazed, refusing to go out with Connor and the guys because he really, really doesn't want to exist right now, does he look at his phone.

Cuddling Bowie in his arms, he sits on the couch and scrolls through the avalanche of texts from Matthew. The last one catches him off guard, and he stares at it, reading it over and over.

come down and see me. please.

And... yeah. Through the doom and gloom of another lost season, he misses Matthew. Matthew, who's season isn't done. Matthew, who doesn't need Leon, but wants him. Wants him to be there.

So Leon books a flight to Florida, and starts packing.

The next day he goes in early for clear-out, says his goodbyes, and drives right to the airport. After an almost nine hour flight--including a layover in Denver that's great for his legs but not his morale--he lands in Fort Lauderdale just as the sun hits the horizon.

Matthew's waiting for him at Arrivals, dressed in board shorts and sandals and button-down shirt, sunglasses and that damn bucket hat. He smiles when he sees Leon, waves, and the simplicity of it chips away at the heavy stone sitting on Leon's chest. He always breathes better when he's with Matthew.

"What, not even a sign?" Leon calls out once he's in earshot. "I thought you were excited to see me?"

Matthew slaps the brim of Leon's hat down over his eyes. "Next time I'll bring confetti canons and air horns."

And fuck, just hearing Matthew's voice again without a phone between them lifts a weight off Leon's shoulders. It almost makes the defeat worth it.

His hands are too empty suddenly. He wants to hold Matthew's, wrap him up in his arms, touch him anywhere and everywhere, inside and out. Replenish old memories, make new ones. Never let go again.

Matthew gets the jump on him once they're in his car, dragging Leon over the center console by his shirt and into a sloppy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, scratchy beard and plush lips, and as always, it's perfect. This too, aches like a phantom pain when they're on opposite ends of the continent. Phone sex and a bit of imagination with his own hand can't totally replace the sex, but it definitely can't replace the sweetness of a kiss.

When he pulls back, Matthew looks like he's going to immediately drop the one thing Leon really doesn't want to hear--the dreaded I'm sorry about what happened--so he jumps first.

"I missed you."

If Matthew knows he's purposely being cut off, he doesn't show it. He bumps their foreheads together and closes his eyes, like he's just soaking Leon in.

"Missed you too."

As the dusk fades to night, they drive, and drive, and drive. Not to Matthew's house, that's immediately obvious, but Leon doesn't ask where they're going. He slumps in the passenger's seat, leg tucked up against the dashboard, and goes between watching palm trees and glistening waterfront, to watching Matthew.

He tries not to think about hockey, but it was a long and restless flight, and Matthew's got a stupid little air freshener shaped like skates, and the playoffs aren't actually over, so of course the first thing Leon says to break the silence is, "When's your next game?"

Matthew taps his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music playing on the radio. "Thursday. Against Carolina. We're flying out the day after tomorrow."

"Hmm. So what are we doing with all that time?"

"Fucking, hopefully." Matthew glances sidelong at him, tongue poking between his teeth. "At least for part of it. I still have practice, and you need to relax."

"What am I doing while you're gone?"

"Waiting for me to come back? You can stay at my place. Come to the games when we're at home. My family's going to drop in too, so, you know, be prepared for that."

Won't be Leon's first tangle with the Tkachuks. Pretty sure he's an honorary member of the family at this point, even if he still struggles to keep up with the energy they bring to a room. Not that he minds.

The rest of the drive is quiet enough that Leon dozes off. When he wakes up, groggy with jet lag, it's dark aside from the street lights, and Matthew is pulling into a parking lot up from a small, deserted beach. Leon doesn't know which one; there's so many here. He follows Matthew out of the car and down the promenade, down the stone steps to the sand, where grains slip between his toes and the sound of the waves soothes the storm in his own head.

Which is exactly why Matthew brought him here; somewhere secluded, somewhere that can't hurt him. Because Leon loves the ocean, and Matthew loves him.

He follows Matthew along the beach, going nowhere in particular. Matthew walks purposefully nonetheless, head high and shoulders back, warm breeze tugging at his clothes and ruffling his curls. Something Leon loves to do too, and can't wait to do again.

This place looks good on Matthew. If only it weren't so far away.

"I'm glad you came," Matthew says over his shoulder, slowing until Leon catches up. "I wasn't sure you would."

Why not? The year-round heat and the beaches and the seemingly endless bars are a nice change of pace. But more importantly, this is where Matthew is. Of course he was going to come.

"Beats sitting around re-watching the second round wondering what we could have done differently," Leon says instead, because it's true, and because he doesn't need to tell Matthew what he already knows.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. But it's not what you need right now." Matthew swallows, takes an uneven breath like he's the one getting choked up. "I saw your interview yesterday. After the game. Leon, you know I didn't call you down here for me, right? Don't get me wrong, I'd fucking love for you to be here watching us play, but the way you sounded... I was worried you'd end up sitting around your house all alone and depressed."

"I'm not depressed. And I wasn't going to. I was planning on going back home."

"Great, so you can mope around in Germany instead."

"I wouldn't have been alone."

"Much as I love Bowie, he doesn't count, babe."

Leon stops walking, staring at the sand until Matthew stops too, turning back and right into Leon's space to block the wind, which has taken on a chill.

"Leon--"

"Our season's over, Matthew," he mutters. "I really thought we could... I didn't want it to end here."

Matthew sighs, but his eyes are sympathetic. "Yeah. I know. But you're not done. There's always next year. And a bunch more after that."

The same platitudes, every time. It's empty words. Leon knows it. Matthew knows it. But what else is there to say? You fall, you get back up, you try again. Rinse and repeat. That's what this league is.

In any other circumstance, Matthew would probably make some crack about the Oilers and how assuming you guys can actually get your shit together, you may have a chance, but it's, you know, fucking Edmonton, so...

But he's being kind for Leon's sake. Because Matthew's forked tongue turns to silk when he's off the ice. He's so gentle at times like this, handling Leon with kid gloves like he thinks he'll shatter if he so much as breathes too hard.

"I'm just getting tired of it always being 'next year'," Leon admits easily, because it is easy with Matthew. "Every time we come close, we get knocked down. It feels like shit. I'm fucking tired of it."

Every time he climbs the ladder, he tastes victory. The higher the wrung, the sweeter it is. And every time he falls, there's a tiny part of him that worries he'll never get his feet off the ground again.

"Hey." Matthew cups his cheek, forcing Leon to look him in the eye, into pale blues that dance and shine even in the dark. "You're not giving up on me, are you?"

The question catches him so off guard Leon jerks like he's been struck.

"What? No. Fuck no. The hell kind of question is that?"

Quitting has never even crossed his mind. He didn't come into this league thinking it would be easy. He's worked his ass off to get where he is, and sure he's got his own liabilities to work through, but he'll keep going until something gives out.

"Good. Just making sure." Matthew looks so damn smug, but Leon's learned to find that endearing too. "Only place left to go is up, right?"

Right. Leon said something like that to Matthew, once. You win or you lose. Only two options. If you lose, then all you can do next time is win. If you win, you keep winning until you make it to the top. Anger into action, failure into fortune.

Matthew's hand slips down Leon's forearm, searching for his hand, but stops when Leon flinches, and brushes a callused thumb back and forth over the bruise there.

"This from Pietrangelo?"

Leon huffs. "Maniac, yeah. It's fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked."

"Want me to rough him up a little if I see him down the line? My treat. Actually, it'd be my pleasure."

There's that blinding confidence. The Matthew that's going to ensure they blow right past Carolina, through Dallas or Vegas, and raise the Cup. Who's dumb enough to argue with him?

"If you want." Leon's almost too tired to smile, but he tries anyways.

And Matthew softens too, cheeks pinked and teeth showing between his parted lips. It's hard to think back to a time when he would never look at Leon like this; like he's so fucking in love with him it's physically impossible to hide it. Leon can only imagine how he looks to Matthew.

"I'll make you another deal while we're at it," Matthew says.

"A deal or a promise?" Leon knows what's coming, because he knows Matthew. His heart still jumps up into his throat.

"I'll win the Cup for you."

They've learned to say I love you in a million different ways. Somehow, they keep finding new ones.

It's so stupid. Matthew's not arrogant. But then again, he seems to be playing a game no one else is, in a way no one else can. He oozes confidence and bleeds charisma, possesses the kind of karma that can change destinies.

If anyone could actually say it, and do it, it's Matthew. Damn if Leon doesn't believe it, too.

So all he has to do is smile, nod, and say, "Okay."

"Just to be clear," Matthew says, "I'm not doing it for the Oilers. I'm doing it for you. And for me and the Cats, obviously. Maybe... maybe a little more for me and the Cats. No offence, babe."

Leon snorts. "It's fine. It's yours. You earned it."

"So have you." Damn right he has. "Shit just sucks sometimes."

Leon scoffs and rolls his eyes to whatever unseeing deity keeps fucking him over. But he's done wallowing. He's got something so much better standing right in front of him.

"You said this was a deal." Leon tugs him closer, one hand cupping the back of Matthew's head, pressing the words against his mouth. "So what do you want from me?"

Matthew smiles under his lips. "I just want you to be there to see it."

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #of course the tragedy of the panthers losing the finals to vegas and matthew's injury looms over this one. I do so love dramatic irony #at least leon is there now so he and brady can both help matthew when he's hurt #matthew is upset they didn’t win and he couldn't keep his promise to leon but leon is like 'your bones are broken please calm down' #i'm actually usually pretty indifferent to petnames but I am so enamoured with matthew calling leon 'babe' I can just hear it #sometimes I don't think I can write romance because I'm very aromantic but then I write shit like this #and suddenly I'm like well damn I guess love is real #once again thinking I should be sued for defamation because I'm pretty sure 'min fic' does not mean 2k but oh well

[fannyyann]

so there’s a new interview with the panthers’ play-by-play guy where he says keith told matthew to ask for a personalized goal call when he came to florida: thehockeynews.com/nhl/florida-panthers/latest-news/getting-to-know-goldie-q-a-with-florida-panthers-play-by-play-voice-steve-goldstein

this fits into my theory that matthew is a very media savvy person and super aware of his public personal narrative and branding because keith kind of trained him to be that way.

oh that's fun to know! i DO think matthew is very aware of his public persona, because keith has definitely said things about how it's different for matthew and brady than it was for him with social media and stuff, and how matthew was obviously a little peeved that videos of brady's wedding got out because he's very intentional with what he puts out of himself, and is very good at not getting photographed

but i would also say matthew said this to goldie in a joking manner too, because that's another neat thing about matthew, he's very charming and undemanding

#matthew ask #i'm too lazy to find that quote about keith not worrying about matthew getting into trouble because he's a good kid when he went to CGY #but he was still glad the flames had the policy of having the rookies stay with someone but yeah #i think it's impossible to grow up in the public eye and not be a little aware of what of yourself you put out in the world #and i think matthew's def more cautious than brady #or at least thinks about it more than brady does

[psychic-waffles]

every womens medal ceremony is just so full of joy

#all the others are 4at least some degree of despair #but at the womens it's always smiles and taking pictures with each other like every single time 😭❤ #like sure there's still corruption but it's at an almost bearable level compared to the other disciplines right now #bradie tennell #haein lee #niina petrokina #lee haein #figure skating #23/24 #shanghai trophy 2023

[cutebendy]

*Cute sad again... :< leans against the wall*

It was Brady and he was upset to see Cute unhappy. He said "why are you sad?"

Cute: There is always anxiety inside me, I feel like I will make a mistake, and on top of that, people who hurt themselves and bullying are among my friends. I want to make them happy but… I don't know, I'm so confused, I'll just lean on this wall…

Brady: I think you care enough about your friends, it's their business. They can cope on their own, why are you worry?

Cute: No, I'm not worried about my friends, it's about someone else or something I don't know.

Brady: who?

Cute: I don't know...

Brady: Why don't you spend some time with us? So you and me ...

*Cute smiles a little but hides her face.*

Brady: By doing this you will only upset yourself..

Cute: *wipes her face and smiles* okay

*Brady suddenly grabbed Cute's waist, gently pulled her towards him and kissed her.*

Brady: You asked me for a kiss, right? I guess that's all I can do for now ^^*…since you'll have more time for our relationship mayb-

*Unexpectedly, as soon as Cute took the phone, she lifted herself up by supporting Brady's shoulder and kissed him before Brady could finish his last sentence*

Cute: No MAYBE! There are many things I want to talk to you about! We need Inky's help first...

Brady: I-Inky?

Cute: Yes, he is very strong. you already never going to your own bed, we will put our beds together and you will stay in my room from now on!

*Brady confused about what happened ... he can't think anymore, he just followed Cute ...*

#Cute so fast for Brady XD #Lol at least Cute isn't sad anymore #brady #cute #cutebendy

[msmargaretmurry]

Oh, to be a fly on the wall at last night’s rat family dinner 😂

TRULY, anon. the boys were STEAMED. and then they had to go to dinner with grandma and grandpa!!

honestly i feel bad for brady. he has had a tough time against matthew's hockey team lately 😂 i feel like the middle child vibes were out in full force last night and as a fellow middle child that always earns my sympathy. however that does not make any of what happened less funny. i am going to be riding the high of them yelling at each other trying to pick teammates to fight each other by proxy for days. they really both went out there and said hey fucko i'll fight your boyfriend and to me that's real sibling love.

#ask #hockey for ts #rat family values #honestly sens deserved to lose for that one dude assaulting matthew from behind #and like i know brady was pissed but i cannot imagine going out there and doing that to your captain's beloved big brother #anyway at least matthew was nice enough to not actually fight timmy. he does not have the structural integrity for fisticuffs

[killerchickadee]

Last year... or last last year I guess, when I voted in the midterm elections the line to vote was about an hour long. Snaked through two floors of the building it was in.

Our new polling place is in an old fire station? And it's small. I mean there was basically nobody there but the hallway where there would be a line had enough room for maybe 10 people tops. More than that and you're waiting outside.

Which means the presidential election in November is going to be a fucking nightmare if they do it in the same building.

I don't know what the hell they were thinking. My small corner of the city has about 12,000 people living in it. Obviously you don't have to vote at the closest polling place, but most people DO.

#bet the businesses on brady street are gonna love having the sidewalks blocked #but hey at least you can go get dinner and/or drunk after you vote #really want to know who made that call though #like god help everyone if the weather is bad but it'll be NOVEMBER in wisconsin so you know

[cementcornfield]

Who do you want to win today? I cannot decide for the life of me 😖

For the NFC i'm fairly neutral but I do really like the story of the Lions! I won't be heartbroken if the niners win though.

As for the AFC....god it's sophie's choice isn't it 😔 but I think I have to go with my man Ja'Marr and say "anyone but the Chiefs".

I know this is sacrilege to many of the long-time Bengals fans, and I find it really interesting actually the difference on the wider Bengals internet between the fans who have been here forever and the newer "bandwagon" fans (which I freely admit I am). I can intellectually understand the hatred of the Ravens given all the history between our teams, but I wasn't there, I didn't feel it. Whereas with the Chiefs over the last 3 years, I've felt those games. And it seems like new player Ja'Marr is right there in that boat with us lmao.

Plus I'm so sick of seeing Pat and Travis in every single commercial.

#i will say though #that i do see the silver lining of the chiefs winning #we can keep up the narrative that the only people who can beat mahomes in the playoffs are tom brady and joe #(we can keep that up at least one more year! which will keep me happy lmao) #plus this ravens team is pretty likeable in my opinion! zay and lamar and PQ.... #that one ravens player who made the joke about his sister having a crush on sam #that's all fun stuff! #balance if you see this no you don't!

[cptnprice]

Local Scot keeps calling kilts “schoolgirl skirts with fanny packs...” — still wears one when boyfriend asks.

#he's a simp is the main message here #at least he feels cute in the thigh highs #original character #brett steven brady #fc #barry sloane #artists on tumblr

[d-criss-news]

Darren on Whose Line Is It Anyway? doing Duet with Wayne Brady & Jeff Davis and Three Headed Broadway Star with Wayne Brady & Colin Mochrie.

*taped in 2014 but aired in 2022

#darren criss #whose line is it anyway? #wayne brady #colin mochrie #video #oct 2022 #yes i fell asleep and didn't post last night #yes i just woke up #yes i added a wm #i haven't seen it posted that's why #yes i also hate it #but i see you people reposting and not saying at least thanks #i tried to make it fast and short #sorry!!!! #but this takes time #and to see it reposted as soon as i post without a thanks is annoying #i mean if it was so easy anyone would do it and post it #sorry woke up cranky #just gonna go #*runs and hides*

[jimothystu]

inch resting

#i may be in the minority but i actually like dj at least as a person he seems like a really great dude and the guys clearly like him #and hey this season was the sens best in a while (standing wise) i think right? so he must be doing something right #brady tkachuk #tim stützle #dj smith #ottawa senators

[stinkysdiner]

“Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking: Well, at least I'm not dead.”

#my art #sam and max #jurgen #brady culture #jurgen sam and max #brady culture sam and max #no i didn’t enter the art contest (almost did!) but this would’ve been a fun entry #if you recognize the quote…….yeah #i’m not saying i’m back but i am. there. i unlocked this blog so uh. hm. we’ll see i guess #just from a quick glance i don’t think any of my old fandom friends are still around😭 but who knows! #or at least i didn’t really see anyone i recognize but. hello hello #i’m a fandom oldhead i guess. if you’ve heard of askhell-llc that was me :^] and several AUs and backstories etc etc #i still have all my old essays and shit so. maybe i’ll share them again. if anyone’s even around anymore LMAO

[bitethehandthatneedsme]

woulda been so fire if the demon would’ve pretended to be Brady (the real one) and begged sam not to kill him, that he was still alive and he’d been able to take control of his own body for a just a second, yelling ‘i don’t have a lot of time, the demons too strong,’ and then the camera switches to sams face, mixed w/ emotions (pain, anger, relief, and the smallest amount of hope that brady, His brady, could still be alive). brady tells him that he knows about sams demon blood era, and that he would Never wanna hurt him but sam needs to drink his blood if he wants to exorcise him w/o killing him. so sam, even if he knows this is probably a mistake, does it anyways, because his hope has always been too strong. when sam checks bradys pulse after he collapses, brady isn’t breathing. sam realizes that he never had been.

and sam had let a demon get the best of him again.

#the demon did it bc he knew he was dying either way #so he figured he’d have some ‘fun’ #or at least #fun by demons standards #did this make sense i feel like i didn’t explain it well #but u guys know what i mean #right????? #sambrady #sam winchester #tyson brady #me saying ‘this would’ve been so fire if they did this!!’ but actually if they did this i would’ve shot myself

[jackhues]

anyone else be having a good day and then all of a sudden start thinking about the hockey narratives

#if you EVER bring up sid and his dryer i'll start crying #or the 2011 winter classic pens vs caps #anything to do about how we were robbed of his prime #<- i have a whole rant #don't talk to me about mcstrome #i think of their draft day wave at least once a day #or mitch and his dad #i don't wanna hear it #or the tkachuks ohmygod #or about how the first domi goal for the leafs in 15+ years was scored just last saturday #tito and mat i cry about a lot #there's so many narratives that just kill me every time i think of them #anyways this is what i've been thinking about #sidney crosby #connor mcdavid #dylan strome #mitch marner #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #max domi #tie domi #anthony beauvillier #mathew barzal