#swarse

[movedto-dazaipositive]

one guess where this started. couldn't have done it without @taggianto 💜 you.

CW: rape and resultant pregnancy; severe self-worth issues; mentally ill character with wrong ideas about what constitutes mental illness.

so, I've got a running headcanon that Kent's mom is alcoholic and she has ptsd.

rape & pregnancy TW // she was raped in college and that's how she got pregnant with Kent. she kept him out of choice, but she loves him no matter what

but that doesn't change the fact that she has ptsd and for many years while she was working 3 jobs to keep them alive and Kent on the ice, and she had to get through somehow. so she drank at home

and she wasn't ever really there for Kent. she couldn't be, between drinking and working. does Kent resent her? I don't think so. I don't think he knew it was even an option until he met the Zimmermanns and Jack

and saw the way they behaved with each other. but he loves his mom and he'd do anything for her. it's why he sticks with hockey even when it hurts–his mom worked hard to get him where he is, and he can't let her down now

but she crashes around the time Kent is 16/17. she's no longer got Kent around to survive for, and it really messes her up. and Kent watches Jack and his mom crash and burn, up close and from afar, and it fucks him up

like, bad. he can't stop thinking that it was him, that he's the reason they're the way they are. that he's the only thing they have in common and they're both–the way they are, and it must be him. it must be Kent

jack's OD breaks Kent, pushes him over the edge of a cliff he was already clinging to with his fingertips. he shuts down completely and only surfaces to a) send his mom to rehab with his first NHL paycheck b) and play hockey

he withdraws completely. cuts himself off from human contact at the exact time he needs it the most. he spends his rookie year with the Aces Captain, Patty, his wife and their two kids, barely holding on to his humanity

it's a good thing the team forces Kent out regularly, because otherwise he'd turn into an Actual Hockey Robot. it's not that he isn't friendly with them–he plays beautiful hockey and laughs and chirps with the rest of them, but there's something off about it. he's skittish and awkward, and he gets this look in his eyes sometimes, like he survived something awful but not really.

like he isn't all there. they worry about him. he's too small and too good at hockey and he needs someone to watch out for him

the first year, it's the whole team. all how-many-ever of them, looking out for Kent on and off the ice. the second year, Jeff comes to them

Jeff is...good with Kent.

Jeff's been playing on the NHL for a couple years, got drafted third or fourth to the Seattle Schooners. he's a good teammate, dryly funny, chirps that take a second to sink in. he plays good hockey, not as good as Kent, but good.

but he seems to know, instinctively, what Kent needs at any given moment

Jeff drags Kent into being social and actually, y'know, forming meaningful connections with other people by giving Kent puppy eyes until Kent agrees to hang out with Jeff and teammate of the week

and Kent, horribly unused to being someone people want to spend time with and nearly incapacitated by loneliness after a year of next to no human connection, says yes every time

and Kent is a person? under that weird obsessive hockey robot exterior? he's fun to hang out with. he's even funny. he's a bit a total dork and likes helping people and he always knows a good place to eat

so people on Kent's team start to seek his company even without Swoops around and Kent goes ? but he doesn't like to let people down or say no

Kent is still like, messed up inside. he doesn't sleep well and there are a lot of days when he won't get out of bed of he doesn't have to. but he's still trying

except... he's not trying to be better at Humaning for himself. he's doing it for Jeff and the people who depend upon him to show up and entertain their kids for two hours so they can go on a date

the only thing that's changed is the manifestation of Kent's chronic self-sacrificing and the people who receive it.

and Kent is honestly trying really hard and overcompensating for a year of not being a good Human Person so he swamps himself in helping people and overworks himself

and it's Jeff that picks up the pieces of Kent's dumbassery. it's Jeff that calls people to let them know that Kent has the flu, no they haven't been to the doctor yet, yes he's mostly okay he's puking right now, so no he can't come and take care of your kids Patty find a fucking babysitter you're a millionaire jfc

(Patty is kind of a dick)

Kent: [in between puking] but I promised

Jeff: shut the fuck up

Kent's bedridden for almost a week. he misses two games, both of which the Aces lose

it's during this week that Jeff realises just how fucked up Kent is, because in the middle of puking his guts out and shivering under six blankets he still finds time to blame himself for everything that goes wrong in that week. e v e r y s i n g l e t h i n g. it's not really Kent's fault, being sick pulls down all walls that keep him from airing the constant internal monologue of self blame and loathing, but Jeff calls his cousin Rashmi and has a slight breakdown

well, I say slight. he nearly cries

Jeff needs to talk about how much Kent is hurting and omg I never knew im a terrible friend eeeee

she tells him to a) calm the fuck down b) don't take this so personally, you can't help him if you think you're the one to blame, he's doing that already c) here's a bunch of helpful links on how to deal when you think your friend might be mentally ill

Jeff tries to be subtle about bringing up the 'you might be mentally ill thing'. Kent, however, is not dumb. he catches on to this really fast, and panics hard. his only experience with mentally ill folks is his mom and Jack, and they are not a good place to start–both addicts who've been unintentionally emotionally abusive to Kent. Kent draws the best conclusion he can with this data pool. the conclusion is I am a horrible person who will soon be drug addict and hurt the people around me, whoops time to Shut Down

Kent [shutting down] I am a horrible person that deserves nothing good, ever. Jeff: nO Kent: I can't hear you over the sound of my self loathing Jeff: N O

and Jeff does not know how to deal with a Kent who's gone straight back to rookie year levels of skittish I-am-a-virus-don't-touch-me. the team, on the other hand, knows perfectly well how.

or, at least, they know how they dealt with it. but they're hockey players, with the combined emotional intelligence of a nail clipper, and when they tell Jeff about it he's horrified. so he figures out his own methods–he sticks as close to Kent as possible while not overwhelming him, and he does his best to be Supportive

it is difficult to be supportive when the person you are Supporting does not want to be supported. so he does his research, and hits upon the perfect solution

he goes to the local pet shelter and asks for the most unlikely to be adopted kitten, because he knows that Kent has a soft spot for hopeless things

they give him a three month old Calico, blind and almost certainly headed to a shelter without a no kill rule

Jeff: ......I'll take it

Kent is baffled and enchanted. Jeff really thought it'd be harder to sell this to Kenny, but Kent's holding squirmy, curious little kit, already babytalking to her, asking her if she knows what a pretty princess she is, yes you are, aren't you and Jeff has a second where he thinks Oh, shit

bc this more humanity and interest than Kent has shown in almost a month, and then Kent is turning to Jeff to ask him questions about raising cats that Jeff didn't even know were a concern, but clearly this is making Kent happy, so Jeff gives him a book he'd picked up at the recommendation of the volunteer at the shelter, and drives Kent helplessly to the pet store and watches as Kent buys cat shit off Amazon

Kent doesn't realise she's blind, at first. kit (Jeff named her) has large golden eyes that are permanently dilated. Kent only figures out she's blind when he's sitting on the floor watching her toddle around, and she keeps walking into his outstretched legs. Kent calls Jeff in a panic, asking him if he knows what's with kit's eyes, and Jeff thinks I knew I was forgetting something

and then he explains the situation to Kent, and Kent reacts exactly the way Jeff expected him to–with a sudden fierce dedication to kit, even more so than ten minutes ago when he would have died for her

Kent cat-proofs his house–he pours a lot of time and money into getting everything exactly right so Kit needn't suffer more than necessary. he lavishes Kit with all the love he's capable of–and he's always capable of a lot more love than he thinks–and makes sure that everyone coming to his house knows that one move that frightens Kit is more than enough to get them banned

so Kent pours himself heart and soul into loving kit. he spends every second he isn't on the ice taking care of his beloved baby princess

and it's incredibly healing. he knows he has to get up in the morning and come back after runs (not walk into traffic) and that he has to get done on the ice so he can come back to her

and it's incredibly healing. he knows he has to get up in the morning and come back after runs (not walk into traffic) and that he has to get done on the ice so he can come back to her

there's a period of like, six months, where the only reason Kent does anything at all is because kit needs him to. and he won't let himself think about how Jeff could also maybe take care of her. he won't.

his mom's rehab clinic is expensive but ridiculously intensive and extensive. it's almost 14 months of rehab and therapy and relearning hire to be a person without addiction, as well as working through whatever led you to seek addiction in the first place

Diana Parson comes out of it changed. she feels more like a person than ever before in her life. she feels whole, healed still, but so much better

so she goes back home, and Kent is in Vegas depressed as fuck, and his mom is in New York living for herself, and doing things she loves, and discovering herself outside of therapy

she comes back home at a time when it's incredibly difficult for Kent to do even basic things like have a conversation. so all through the season, he doesn't visit her and he can't even summon up the guilt.

and her therapist tells her it's okay, that he needs time too. and she loves him and she gives him the time she needs, but she also decides that she's stable enough to foster a child

which goes well! Lydia is 7 and slightly untrusting but Diana has patience and love and she's been reading and she's financially stable and she has time (ask things she didn't have with Kent). she has time to ask Lydia how her day went. time to play and talk and do bonding activities with just the two of them

and soon enough she and Lydia love each other so much! and they have rough times but they get through it.

the season ends. and the aces lose. and Kent is probably even worse than before. and someone suggests that since the aces will no longer be in town to make sure that Kent buys groceries/stays a person, hey you should go visit your mom!

so Kent, depressed and hating himself, gets to watch his mom get her big second chance

and he tries do hard not to be bitter but it's killing him. he keeps wondering what his life would be like if he were Lydia. if he had a financially stable supportive mom. and he can't blame his mom so he blames himself

he blames himself for needing more than she could give him. because she did her best and she raised a pro NHL player and he doesn't have any right to expect more

and one night it gets so bad that drives himself to Jeff's place

this would be okay but Jeff actually lives in Canada

he's just. in this place where Jeff is the only person that Kent knows won't hurt him

and he's so, so tired

and Jeff, chilling with his family, suddenly has an armful of distraught sleep-deprived Captain

and he's just like ......sorry I gotta take this

Kent knows where Jeff lives bc he's been there at least once before

and Kent just. breaks down. he cries for hours. and Jeff can't do anything except drag Kent up to his room and cuddle him while he cries and pet his hair. Kent cries himself to sleep, but he wakes up with Jeff wrapped around him and there's like, 14 seconds where he just feels safe and good because Jeff's there and hugging him in bed so something somewhere must have gone right

anyway Kent wakes up and gets dressed with Jeff hovering gently over him, knocking into him once in a while to make sure he's okay

(like when cats wind around your feet because they're excited to see you. except they might trip you up. the issue w Jeff is that he is Big)

he finds his phone in some weird corner of his car and plugs it in. and finds out that he has 200+ missed calls from his mom

because his mom doesn't have the numbers of any teammates she can call and she's been so worried and he feels Horrible for Being This Way

so he calls her. and she picks up on the second ring and she's been having panic attacks and flashbacks for 4 days and she doesn't remember parts of her therapy

so she yells at him. and Kent is still way too fragile to handle this but he also has to do this? and he just. panics

mother-son bonding via hyperventilating to each other on a phone line

but Jeff gets so mad on Kent's behalf, and pulls the phone out of Kent's hand and cuts the call.

but then he feels guilty so he sends her a quick text message to let her know that Kent is safe and he'll call when he feels better

and the next few days are just Jeff hugging Kent and Kent wearing Jeff's clothes everywhere because he didn't bring his own

and when they kiss it's just so natural? Kent stops hiding how much he wants Jeff. it's too much work. and Jeff is close to Kent almost all the time. and they're so stupidly in love that Jeff's older brother walks into them making out against the kitchen counter and moon walks back out

they make out for so long that every member of Jeff's family sees them and walks back out.

[sobertodeathh]

pwoops and swarse mean the same thing but have completely different energies

[zombizombi]

i don’t wanna say that i’ve loved you forever but i have

After the Stampede was over and they'd wasted a lot of time in the city, Jeff took Kent to the Tyrell Dinosaur museum. It was a light-hearted and fun place to visit, and it gave them some road trip time to relax and talk about Kent’s visit with his mother. They had turned up to the museum on the same day as a few group trips, it seemed, but neither Kent nor Jeff really cared. They could tag along on a tour with kids or explore alone.

“That’s Kent Parson and Jeff Troy!” An excited woman’s voice filtered into Jeff’s hearing. He smiled a little. Was she trying to whisper? It wasn’t working.

“Mom!” hissed her son. “No! Don’t! They’re like, on vacation!”

Jeff glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of a boy attempting to drag his mother away. In the hallway, he could see a group of kids obviously visiting the museum together, and several of them looked away from him immediately.

Kent hadn’t noticed them. “Here, c’mere --” he held his phone up, angling it a little. “Say cheese!”

Jeff stuck his tongue out as Kent snapped the picture.

“I’m so putting this on Twitter,” Kent said.

“How many selfies are we taking with dinosaurs today?” Jeff asked. They’d already taken at least five.

“As many as humanly possible,” Kent said, as if it were obvious.

“Right,” said Jeff, watching Kent grin as he added the picture to social media.

They ran into the group of kids outside, all of them planning on digging for fossils. Jeff smiled at them -- it would be more fun to dig for fossils with kids. Kids made a lot of things more fun.

Kent signed an autograph for one child when asked, and it wasn’t long until he was answering questions and playfully chatting with the children. They were swarmed with kids asking for autographs, and to Jeff’s surprise, most of them were asking him first instead of Kent.

It made no sense. Kent was a much bigger name than Jeff was. He’d just gotten the Captaincy, for crying out loud. He’d been amazing even in junior hockey.

One of the chaperones stopped him after a particularly excited boy had bounced in front of him for five minutes. “Thanks so much for humoring them,” she said.

“Not at all,” said Jeff.

“It just means a lot to them, and we’re all proud of you,” she said. “I have a couple students in Timbits hockey now, because of you.”

Jeff flushed. “Thank you,” he said. “They’re great.”

After the group of kids left, Jeff turned around to see Kent grinning at him.

“Oh my God,” Kent said, “Jeff Troy!”

“Shut up,” Jeff said.

“Can I get your autograph?” Kent asked, eyes wide. “Please?”

“Come on,” Jeff said, shoving Kent’s arm and heading for the door. “Quit it.”

“Those kids loved you, man,” Kent said, falling into step beside Jeff. “You’re their hero.”

“No, that’s the other Troy,” Jeff said. Christopher was really good at hockey. Everyone knew that. He always had been.

“You mean a lot to them,” Kent insisted. “It’s awesome.”

“Whatever, man.” Jeff rubbed the back of his neck.

Kent compressed his lips in a thin line, but didn’t say anything else. He was soon absorbed by the dinosaurs again, taking pictures and reading all the placards out loud, trying to copy Jeff’s accent. Or, rather, whatever the hell he thought Jeff’s accent sounded like.

It was atrocious.

At some point Kent wandered off to use the bathroom, and it took an exceedingly long time for him to come back. Feeling a bit concerned, Jeff decided to look for him. Maybe he’d gotten distracted again.

Jeff turned a corner, but he still didn’t see Kent anywhere. “Hey!” he called, “c’mon! They’re closing, soon. This isn’t funny --”

“Rawr!” A figure leapt out from behind a large resin dinosaur, hands crooked like little claws.

Jeff let out an extremely undignified yelp, putting a hand up.

Kent erupted into peals of laughter. “Oh, man! You should’ve seen your face!”

Jeff landed a playful punch on Kent’s arm. “You’re dead, dude,” he said, and Kent took off at a light jog. 

They played a very undignified game of hide and seek in the museum, spending most of their time attempting to scare each other and avoid getting caught. When they were eventually tracked down by a security guard and asked to leave, they both could barely hold in laughter until they were out the door.

The week flew by. Jeff took Kent to Peters’ for burgers and showed him the cultural center at Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump. They spent hours there, actually, where Kent read all the information slowly and refused to leave until he’d seen every inch of the place. 

At the end of July, like always, Jeff and his family got ready to head out to the all-nations powwow. He’d grown up going to it, even after his family moved off the Stoney-Nakoda reserve so that Christopher could go further with hockey. It was one of Jeff's favorite parts of the summer, always had been. They’d visit some family while they were out there, too, so that meant everyone had to pack a little bit -- including Kent.

“-- And don’t record anything while they’re dancing,” Jeff said, folding a shirt and putting it into his bag. “Okay? No pictures, no recording.”

“Okay,” Kent said. He paused. “This is a big deal, huh?”

“Kind of,” Jeff said. He zipped up his bag. “But it’s great.” He smiled at Kent. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried,” Kent said.

“You’re making the faceoff face,” Jeff said. “Seriously, it’s fine. Just be respectful, that’s all you have to do. You’re good at that.”

Kent laughed.

Having Kent there felt… right. Jeff tried to watch him when he thought Kent wasn’t looking, to gauge how much fun he was having. He seemed happy. The tightness that always lingered around Kent’s shoulder had relaxed out, and he was a big hit with the older ladies.

They took some time to explore the reserve before heading back to Calgary. It was beautiful and quiet, hiking up into the mountains. Kent and Jeff laid out on rocks and talked about life and Kent took pretty pictures of the scenery, posting them on social media every now and again.

The night before their flight back to Vegas, Kent laid Jeff’s bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“You okay?” Jeff was stuffing the last of his things back into his bags.

“Yeah,” Kent said. “I just kinda… don’t wanna leave. Is that weird?”

“Nah,” said Jeff. “I feel that way all the time.” He flopped down next to Kent. “Don’t worry. Mom wants you to come back any time. There’s always next summer, plus we’ll play the Flames at some point in the season, anyway.”

“Yeah?” Kent rolled over, looked Jeff in the face. “Your mom doesn’t mind if I come back?”

“You can come back whenever,” Jeff said. “But I’m gonna promise her next summer. Deal?”

Kent’s smile was warm and soft. “Deal,” he said.

( there’s more where that came from on AO3 )

[omg-zimbits-trash]

Swooping Into My Life Chapter 2

Me? Working on a long-term project? sounds fake but anyway. Here’s the new chapter of my Kent/Swoops fic

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10379214/chapters/24420795

[gayhags]

I don’t understand like the obsession with the timothee dude like he looks 12 also swarse or whatever her name is in the suit? amazing

[movedto-dazaipositive]

@cosmere-shitpost is now a thing! I'm looking for mods and submissions

dude with the number of notes that crab person post has from non-cosmere people, it should be a thing to make vague cosmere posts and see how much they can get reblogged without context

it absolutely should be

[444names]

egyptian deities + fantasy monsters + units of heroes of might and magic 3 BUT including "r"

Aborny Acker Akelmord Aketzarbi Almer Andar Aneddird Angriera Antirgon Aptangers Archdowle Arennos Argoyle Arhoo Arkspird Arpelow Arricorps Arrin Arring Arrothku Aruffiri Arvef Astorpy Aurois Awers Azbaber Azernsin Azugglor Azurpete Baarajos Babir Baboatyr Babork Badard Bader Bainer Bantcra Bantetor Bapprior Barchuard Barlarewt Batertle Batrid Beater Beazer Bekheberf Blinviler Blizargon Blizark Bluer Bogriff Bolord Bonouratu Borng Borsnst Brabjuip Brids Brion Broggar Bucro Bugber Bukaurore Bulverd Capper Capprin Cater Cathrit Catonlors Cavelor Centaider Cergon Cervame Charkochr Chatragog Chfer Chirgon Chrendes Chwors Corcch Couarres Crager Cragon Cragoner Cralyin Crayfing Crockald Croidemor Crotyr Cryakele Crytes Cultrocie Culturus Datterf Deard Dearga Deragoyle Derelfon Derimligh Derselay Dersp Derytear Devergalf Devilber Devoker Diantord Dieser Dindrak Dinker Drabi Dracks Dracubus Draer Draerses Draglock Draglocks Draglod Dragon Dragonfan Drake Draker Drakher Drarg Drats Dravins Drawk Drayre Dredtal Dries Drion Dronsper Drutumbi Dwartlue Eadrag Earrogony Ebern Efirie Efrothung Eireat Elemedrus Eleprit Elprichay Emodawer Endarre Enereds Faertle Fineger Firedu Firemli Firer Firevon Flacur Flocorn Flord Frael Froider Garksp Garron Gephorcar Giamunder Gianger Giangrin Gianniger Gianprion Giantaur Giantfaer Gianticer Gianward Giarragon Giartlex Giries Gitfir Glerie Gletrids Gnollyter Goner Gonser Gostricon Graga Grait Grakelk Gravern Greblist Greellex Greiotger Grelemon Grelep Grergoll Grestega Grettight Gridoper Griel Griflawer Grion Gruidelex Gruidofth Hadarris Hadjweret Hedbragon Hegors Hekheker Hekhord Herchaf Hingmager Hoblebier Hormer Horpley Horriff Horrion Hosaur Hosrewt Huard Hurmor Huster Iandret Iarch Imhemard Irgons Isibrow Iskher Iummyr Iymra Iymrager Jacors Juggtur Juicerben Juider Keleter Kernmog Khedrovil Khord Kniefron Knightner Kobgors Koboard Korrog Kragolf Krain Krait Kravans Kresk Krugoner Krusaurm Maahdre Maalyterk Madarf Maerhooth Mafther Magare Magoter Mainder Mairgoy Mamer Manger Mantber Manther Margon Mashander Maspyr Mastercul Mastriff Meher Mehieris Mersnak Mesauroth Midodrin Miernet Mirewt Mograger Morks Mortu Motheker Muniera Mwards Nagorior Naker Nakerch Nappriff Necronson Nector Nedkren Nedward Neger Negrus Nejur Nergon Neter Nightyr Noter Oblorer Ockaletra Orgon Orpscir Orrapet Orriffin Pealddra Perasts Phitcrog Picer Pider Piree Pirich Piriff Pisoultur Ponfaer Prenern Prikreio Priks Pscorgon Psker Qetter Quarloch Quarra Quarts Ragon Rahustal Rakfors Ravera Raverys Rebehoend Rewrat Richund Ricorholf Rieskell Rogianhit Rokher Rokilver Rosaah Roths Rumbearen Sader Scard Scocer Scord Segragon Servams Sesterage Setret Shaggarpy Shber Shyer Sibrog Sirelmis Siret Spear Spere Spern Splizarks Sprele Sprid Starand Stdra Storn Strock Swarcer Sward Swardmath Swarerg Swarron Swars Swarse Swaréant Swoaker Sworm Sworset Tahursels Taures Tawyverat Terfrayet Terge Tersevis Theker Thesker Thetrions Throvis Thrus Tippriony Tragonega Tratha Traye Treebdus Triblian Tricer Trich Trimet Tring Trion Triorion Trociord Tropprice Trors Turklem Twakerel Twergor Twerind Twizard Underna Unighor Vamaer Vamereen Vanger Vercs Verend Vlarcer Warbra Warchic Wardward Warght Warhored Warkmat Warlin Warlopdu Warme Warmist Warrie Warrins Warseshar Warsnak Wartiff Warubis Weird Werchin Weret Wergen Wertlin Wharkle Whiesorn Wilver Wizar Woadwar Wolfder Wolprion Wormoth Wornmork Worrorgon Worut Wrawer Wyvere Wyvernmod Yerforny Yerpith Zizark Zomareet Zomber Zombior

[yoursummerfrost]

for the ship thing, swarse?

big spoon/little spoon: Jeff is the big spoon most of the time, but he secretly wants to be little spoon.

favorite non-sexual activity: Hiking or working out

who uses all the hot water: Kent

most trivial thing they fight over: Whether or not Kit is spoiled

who does most of the cleaning: They share it pretty well

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:Kent

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:Jeff

who steals the blankets: Kent

who leaves their stuff around: They’re relatively tidy

who remembers to buy the milk:Neither of them, but Jeff will notice they’re out and go get it right away

who remembers anniversaries: Jeff

who cooks normally?: Neither of them, bless their hearts

how often do they fight?: Eh?

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:Kent sends a lot of Snapchats; Jeff sends one back per day to keep their streak going and answers all the snapchats via text message. Why does he do that. It’s infuriating Jeffrey just answer in the app!!

nicknames for each other:They’re just “babe” and “baby” pretty much.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Jeff

who steals the covers at night?: Kent

what would they get each other for gifts?:Jeff subscribes to the “buy stuff they wouldn’t buy for themselves but secretly want” philosophy, so Kent winds up with a lot of jewelry/watches/weird shit for the house. He also buys presents for Kit. Kent tends to chameleon this tendency, especially because Jeff doesn’t really...do many things. He’s primarily a homebody.

who kissed who first?:Honestly? Kent definitely kisses Jeff while drunk at some point and it ranges from Full Blown Disaster to laughed off. 

who made the first move?: Jeff makes the first move with intent, but like I said, drunk kisses.

who remembers things?: I’d say about equally.

who started the relationship?: Jeff

who cusses more?:Kent

what would they do if the other was hurt?Jeff is even more prone to panic in a crisis than Kent, but they’re both good at being supportive during hurt/comfort. Jeff with actions, Kent with words. 

Send me a ship!

[babyswarser]

This Blog Is Abandoned

I deleted everything here. Everything about swarse, everything about Je////ff Tr////oy. I will not support someone who harasses his team mates with pranks that could cause bad flashbacks.

I’m @antiswarse now. This is behind me.

[antiswarse]

Ugh

It sucks having to start over from a new blog, but I had to leave @babyswarser after that shit with Ari////anna went down. Kent Parson follows you on twitter AND instagram and you won’t even confirm or deny an article, based in FACT, about how fucking problematic J//eff Tr///oy is??

Anyway, this is for me to start over! Yes, I know the url is gonna end up starting shit probably but I have to make it CLEAR what I don’t like.

Under A Jade Sky is abandoned and to anyone who knew me for the work, I’m sorry. You’re amazing for putting up with me through all that. I won’t delete it but I won’t finish it either.

Welcome to the new Collin!!

[movedto-dazaipositive]

update: I'm going with swarse for now!

url change?

I’m thinking about switching temporarily to a different url, just for fun. so far my options are:

swarse

acelards

shittykent

[embyrr922]

If the Check Please! fandom doesn't adopt Swarse as the Kent/Swoops ship name, I will be intensely disappointed.

[444names]

7# MYSTERY POST

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[zombizombi]

you're a god & i am not

Jeff threw himself onto Kent’s sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “I ordered Chinese!” he called, assuming his voice would carry up the stairs. “And we’re watching 2 Fast 2 Furious!”

“No, dude! We talked about this! I don’t want to watch that shit!” Kent came down his stairs, rubbing at his damp hair with a towel. He was wearing that Samwell Hockey shirt that Jeff half wished he didn’t have and half wished he wore constantly because of how tight it was. “Pick something else, man. Anything.”

“Anything?” Jeff grinned.

“No,” said Kent, throwing his towel at Jeff’s face. “You know what I mean.” He ducked into the kitchen.

“So you want to watch The Great Mouse Detective again, eh?”

“I like The Great Mouse Detective,” Kent said, throwing himself down on the sofa next to Jeff. He leaned his head back against the cushions, closing his eyes and settling a cold can of sparkling water on them. They’d had a particularly tiring practice that day, and Kent always worked too hard as it was. “What did you order?”

“I picked stuff at random,” Jeff said, draping Kent’s towel back over his blond head.

Kent cracked an eye. “You did not.”

“Yeah, who knows what you’re gonna get? It could be anything!” Jeff stretched his arms up over his head. “Maybe I got you egg foo yung. Or those cream cheese crab things. You like those, right?”

Kent turned his head to look at Jeff.

“Fine,” Jeff said, letting his arm rest across the back of the sofa. “I got General Tso’s chicken. And some fried rice. And lo mein.”

“Was that so hard?” Kent asked.

“I’m turning on 2 Fast 2 Furious,” Jeff said.

“Don’t,” Kent said, and it was a bit of a whine.

They were halfway through The Great Mouse Detective when Kent’s weight sagged against Jeff’s side. His head was propped on Jeff’s shoulder and when Jeff turned to look at him, he sighed. Fast asleep, like usual. Kent’s eyelashes were dark gold against his skin. Jeff looked back at the TV.

Kent always fell asleep watching movies. He never intended to, but Jeff knew how this worked. There was a reason he had a spare toothbrush in Kent’s guest bathroom cabinet and a drawer in the guest room. Spending the night at Kent’s place just kind of seemed to… happen. It wasn’t unusual at all for him to stay over and wake up in the morning to go running with Kent before practice.

Shifting, he redistributed Kent’s weight a little, settling him against his side in a less neck-pain-inducing way. Dragging a blanket off the back of the sofa, he smoothed it over both their laps before switching the television over to American Pickers.

He was such an idiot.

There was a time when Jeff thought he was pining after straight golden-boy Parson, a time when he thought that he’d be lucky if he could just manage to actually be friends with him for real. That was before he’d realized that Kent was gay, and way before he’d watched Kent fall in love with someone else. It was hard not to wonder what could’ve happened if Jeff had just found the courage to say something. It was harder to watch the warm smiles Kent gave his phone when texting.

It was hardest when he was curled up on Kent’s sofa with the warm weight of him pressed against his side. It was only a ghost, Jeff imagined, of what actually being Kent’s boyfriend would feel like, of what an actual life with him would be.

It hurt.

(hummingbird heartbeat ‘verse)

[movedto-dazaipositive]

Jeff: I'll take care of you.

Kent: It's rotten work.

Jeff: Not to me. Not if it's you.