#timbrady

[adelphenium]

i love your cat brady and dog tim. So much. tkats + german dogs are such a good silly group. if you were to ever draw human timbrady (or cat+ dog!!!!) i would be there cheering from the sidelines.

ohh man human timbrady!! their silliness knows no bounds...... tysm for the req! :D💓💓

[nasobem]

the curious mating habits of the homo sapiens hockii

A TimBrady Hockey RPF for @tkaptains biryhday in which Brady is a good captain, a great friend, and an even greater Ally. With enough research and dedication, he is going to show Tim that he is appreciated and supported, and that him being gay isn't going to change anything between them.

Or, "This is my friend Brady, he's an ally! Talk, Brady!" "ALLYYYY"

Rated NC-17, 7.5k Words, with generous help from @tkachunk 💚

[tapedsleeves]

Jimmy Ascending

[jimothystu]

when your captain scores it's very important to slam into him from behind

[puckthisshift]

timbrady + serious

People don’t think Brady is serious. He crushes Timmy into the boards before games, he chirps everyone, and he usually has a big smile on his dumb face - a smile that lights Timmy up inside.

It’s when he’s both that Timmy likes him most, when he’s fighting yet another guy in Timmy’s honor and then winking at him afterwards… when he makes his intentions known.

That’s when Timmy is sure.

He’s so very serious about Brady.

[may-the-puck-be-with-you]

You know what I need?

A timbrady 'while you were sleeping' au.

Where Tim daydreams about Matthew from afar. And then saves him in a life-threatening situation. Matthew falls into a coma, and the Tkachuk family - because of a misunderstanding - thinks they're engaged. Tim and Brady get to know each other and fall in love. Complete with a lot of awkward and humorous situations.

[leonkittysaitl]

If I had any talent whatsoever, I would be making a Timmy/Brady or Jack/nico edit to Moving in Place by Shauna Dean Cokeland since they’ve both had rough seasons to the part of the song that goes

“The world just ain’t ready for us yet, that’s it,” says the guy to your left. You would die for that kid. Watch his eyes as they get sorta distant and different and we’re moving in place again. We’re moving in place again.

[tkachunk]

tim "I need validation or I'll die" stützle

[19871997]

idk if tim/brady is Up Your Alley but thin ice by iceguy is THEEEEE fic. to me

brady tkachuk will forever be the boss baby to me but that description is sooooooo freaking tantalising i may just be about to be converted

[pvtchurch]

[t1erradelfuego]

[jimothystu]

fashion icons

[starscelly]

if i can show you all a glimpse into my sick and twisted mind...

seggy playlist

roopemiro playlist

wydel playlist

timbrady playlist

mattdrai playlist

all constantly in progress and updated when my soul calls for it. horribly unqualified for the last two. enjoy!

[adelphenium]

would you perhaps be able to make human timbrady into an available print on inprnt 👀 💜

yes ofc ofc!! here is timbrady in print form, tysm! :'D

[suterbuyout2024]

🗑️ for the emoji ask

also from timbrady teenage runaway au, here's quinn getting trashed <3

Brady’s dorm is not — ideal. Paper-thin walls, common rooms that never seem to empty, and a shared bathroom that never fails to make Tim feel like a shitty one-night stand. Brady doesn’t touch him at all on the way to his room. He waves to one of his neighbors as they pass through the common room. Tim thinks he must have learned his name at some point, but he can’t think of it now.

Brady has a roommate, technically, but he blessedly never seems to find his way home at the end of the night, and is usually only there from the hours of three in the morning to noon, if he skips his morning lectures. Brady says he just studies a lot — like, the library closes so he moves to the twenty-four-hour Perkins ten minutes away to finish up. Tim thinks this makes him a dweeb, but Brady insists he’s cool.

But that’s only most nights. Some nights, if Tim is deeply, deeply unlucky, he’s there. And tonight, Brady’s roommate seems to be in a very bad way.

“Quinn, come on,” Brady says. “At least lay on your bed and get off the floor.”

A sound that sounds only distantly human emanates from the face-down corpse that’s stretched out across their thin carpet.

Tim’s standing awkwardly in the doorway, peering over Brady’s shoulder because Brady had frozen in place the second he spotted Quinn. He sort of wants to turn around and leave. He sort of wishes he had just stayed at Josh’s dumb house show. The high’s worn off by now and so has the novelty of discreet sex, and Tim just feels slightly greasy. He wants to wash his hands.

Brady sighs and crouches down by Quinn, presumably to check his pulse. “I thought you were at the library again.”

Quinn mumbles something that sounds like “broccoli” and tries to suffocate himself in his own elbow. Brady reaches out to intervene.

“You knew this was gonna happen. They always do that.”

This time, at least, Quinn rolls his head over to squint up at Brady with one eye, cheek pressed to the floor. “’S fucking weird. They’re weird.”

Brady shrugs. “Sure, yeah. You don’t have to catch chlamydia from the floor because of it.”

“Ew,” says Quinn, and then something that might be an attempt at a chirp, but he’s stuffed his face in his elbow again.

“All right,” Brady says, “upsies.” He’s such an idiot. He hooks his arms under Quinn’s limp body and heaves him over onto his side, and it’s enough of a prompt to get Quinn to sit up at least.

“If I throw up, will you be mad?” Quinn looks bleary, bags under his eyes more pronounced than usual. “Oh shit, I was supposed to be writing my paper.” And that gets him on his feet.

Brady stares at him. “You’re not gonna try to write right now. At this point, you ask for an extension and pray.”

“I’m sober enough,” Quinn says, dropping heavily onto his bed. “Sober-ish.” He looks over at Tim in the doorway. “Oh. Hi.”

Tim raises a hand in a hesitant wave while Brady rolls his eyes.

“Just —” he turns away for a second to grab something from their fridge — the Brita — and starts pouring a glass of water.

Quinn stares at Tim for a second. “I feel like — you always see me like this.”

Tim shrugs, shoulder digging into the doorjamb.

“Brady must like you a lot,” Quinn decides. “He never drives me anywhere.”

Tim’s lost the thread of the conversation, but luckily, Brady swoops in with the water.

“Here,” he says, curling Quinn’s fingers around it and helping him lift it. “Drink this, and then go the fuck to sleep.”

“Paper,” Quinn says around a mouthful of water, and they lose a couple minutes to a coughing fit. Brady gives Tim a look that, under different circumstances, would have him breaking down in laughter. A look at me manfully resisting the temptation of murder look.

It takes another couple minutes to let Quinn change his shirt, and then Brady finally coaxes him horizontal on the bed, and he’s out like a dead man.

Brady turns to Tim, who has been no help at all through the whole ordeal. His shoulder is going numb against the doorway. Brady looks exhausted. “Fuck. God. Sorry. Let me drive you back.”

Tim knew that one was coming, but it still smarts. “Yeah.”

Brady catches him on the arm, just above the elbow. “Seriously, I’m really sorry. He’s such a shithead sometimes.”

“No, it’s —” Tim shakes his head, shakes off Brady’s hand. “I get it. Let’s just go.”

[selkiefinalist]

20.  How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?

@nateslehky (<333) also tagged me in that wip title game this evening (post the names of all the files in your wip folder, let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, post a little snippet/tell them something about it, tag as many people, etc.) and i was thinking that something i want to try to get better at in 2024 is responding to asks and ignoring that worry about sounding like an entire dumbass when i do so here they are:

jmac dan alien fic

oc cuck fic

timmy spaghetti legs

nietsy/sid one-up

fader

gifted

sidgeno divorce fic

ghost

nate/ej slow burn

sanny/phil

tk/patty

timbrady

some of these are SO OLD and are truly just abandoned but i meant for them to exist at some point. i shall tag not as many people as i have files but @patrichornkissed and @girldewar and @paintingtheice have at it if you would like