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whoacanada · 4 years ago

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‘Wishful Thinking‘

Summary: Every NHL champion gets a single brush with ice magic. When Jack takes his first cup with the Falconers, he accidentally undoes the wish that brought him back from the brink of death in 2009, and Bitty becomes hell-bent on lifting the cup himself for a chance to set things right.

A/N: Finally posting some concepts I’ve played around with that aren’t 100% complete massive fics, but still pretty solid, just little things that might be enjoyed. Yet another cup-wish-gone-wrong-au with monkey-paw components. Also inspired by discord convos about canon!Jack meeting an older, veteran NHL!Bitty and having a lot of feelings. Also mentor/father-in-law!Bob trying to help Bitty navigate the NHL. There’s more to this floating around but this is the meat of it

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Bob can sense when it happens. A shift of something monumental that he’s only felt on a handful of occasions his entire life. A quick glance across the ice finds a number of the celebrating Falconers looking around curiously, unsure of the sensation; for so many, it’s their first brush with ice magic. A pleasant novelty. The vets, though, they look to each other.

Bob turns and doesn’t have to look far to find his son, one hand clasped around the cup, the other around Eric Bittle’s waist, smiling from ear to ear. Something about the moment is wrong, but Bob can’t quite determine why as he’s overcome with a wave of nausea. The stadium lights are too bright and he blinks hard, face scrunching, trying to force whatever wrongness he’s feeling out of himself.

Someone’s made a wish.

The moment passes. Bob’s vision clears. There, veiled in a shower of blue and gold confetti, is Eric; alone at center ice, face twisted in confusion as he looks around for the man who only moments earlier had been in his arms.

��You take the cup, you get one real wish,” the decades old, bourbon-lacquered voice of his first coach reminds him. “But only the one. Can be something small, like an empty cab in the rain, or it can be something big. World changing, even. The one thing, the most important thing — ”

“No,” Bob breathes. “Please, no.”

“— You never use your wish on another player.”

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They don’t know exactly what Jack wished for, but the next time Bitty’s blades touch the ice, it’s as if he’s stepped into the body of a new man. No more slurs. No more targeted chirps. He’s just one of the boys.

He plays. He wins. Then, the offers start to come.

NHL teams looking for fast wingers, team players, leadership material; not one of them mentions diversity, or Eric’s status as the first out NCAA hockey captain. No one cares. No one remembers Jack, and no one cares about Eric.

The best and worst case scenarios rolled into one. If this is the reality Jack unknowingly traded his existence for, Bitty has no choice but to walk through the door his partner opened.

Bitty swallows, trying to force the words out on one of his now nightly calls with the man who would have been his father-in-law in another world, if the shared connection between them hadn’t been interred in a Montréal cemetery almost a decade prior.

“I think . . . I think he wished for acceptance.”

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“No one remembers anymore.”

Eric scuffs his skate against this ice, building up a small pile of shavings before scattering them again, focusing on the soft white as if somehow he’ll be able to transport himself bodily to somewhere cool and quiet. Jackson Hole. Banff. Tremblant. Anywhere but here. Anywhen but now.

“Saw Tater last week at a press junket. Blank stares all around. Some days, most days, I wake up and I don’t know how I got here. I can go without thinking of him.”

Weeks. Eric doesn’t say aloud. Months. Those hideous mornings when he wakes up beside a warm body and forgets they aren’t him. They aren’t supposed to be him. Was there ever even a him.

Jack. Eric mouths silently, just to remind himself. His name is Jack.

The details always slip. The universe constantly trying to correct the fallacy of Eric Bittle remembering a man who died before they technically ever met. Faded photographs and corrupted memory cards. Selfies that used to have two people in frame. Vlog posts with cosmic ADR, swapping Jack’s name for someone else’s like a hastily rewritten script. Eventually, even Eric’s memories turn traitor. First times lost to reshoots and post-production magic. Blue eyes are brown. Black hair is blonde. Jack becomes Phillip. Eric’s first love recast. In desperation, he pulls a page from Memento, finds a tattoo parlor and has ‘Jack Laurent Zimmermann’ inked in dark, unmistakable letters on his inner thigh. Adds a cup, the Falconers’ crest, and the date they lost everything. It works well enough until the name fades; there are still days where a hook up will ask why Eric has a championship tattoo for a team he never played with.

Now, all he has is Bob.

“That’s why I’m here.” Bob reminds. “That’s why we talk.”

“But what happens if we don’t.”

Bob’s familiar assurances rumble through the phone. Constant. Refusing to acknowledge the harsh realities of the passing of time. The ever-present doomsday clock moving them both toward disaster — Bob aging, Eric aging out. He’s good, but he isn’t great, and the only offers coming his way are single-season contracts with teams that haven’t sniffed a championship in years. One day very soon, there will be no more chances for Eric to undo what’s been done. No more favors to ask of teammates that have long since forgotten a world where Jack Zimmermann was a college graduate and a rookie MVP. Not just an addict. Not just dead at nineteen.

Eric listens to Bob ramble, asks him to tell him a story, to tell him about the Jack that Eric never really got to know. The Jack he can barely remember. A man that Eric has dedicated his entire life to honoring, to bringing back — from where he cannot fathom — and Bob obliges in a soft tone Eric imagines is not dissimilar from how he must have spoken to his son as a child.

Eric ignores his teammates rushing around him — tossing chirps and gentle insults about his ‘Sugar Daddy’ — and focuses on the accented voice in his ear; grasping desperately at the memory of a man who doesn’t exist. Pretending. Hoping.

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Across the ice, Eric sees Kent Parson watching him. When they lock eyes, the aging star glides toward him, under a guise of one amicable captain greeting another. He’s pushing 37, and while the years of competitive play are starting to show, he’s just as viciously handsome as the day they first met. At least, Eric thinks he is. He can’t imagine a life where Kent Parson strolled onto a college campus and played beer pong at a frat party, but there’s a folder of old photos on Eric’s computer. Jack is in none of them, but there’s one of himself and Kent. Smiling.

Eric can’t recall why the image bothers him so much.

Parson used his wish years ago on something that he’s never bothered to share — and Eric’s far too much a gentleman to ask a man who was once a rival what he wasted his golden ticket on — but now, he’s slowing down, and this is supposed to be his farewell season. Going out with a bang, riding the high of his fifth cup win. He’s worked hard, and he deserves to shove the Penguins back down into obscurity for another season. Deserves it far more than Eric, with his selfish, single-mindedness that’s ruined god knows how many careers in the last decade between his own ruthlessness and Bob’s meddling.

Except. . . this is also likely Eric’s last season. His last chance to undo the great tragedy of his life, and Parson knows it.

“How you feeling, Peaches? You ready?”

Eric hates the nickname in the same way he hates when his father calls him ‘Champ’.

Eric fights his own shame because he wants to be honest, say, ‘No, I’m not ready, I’ll never be ready,’ but Eric can’t ask for what he wants, anymore. He wants the Aces to balk on a power play. He wants Parson to flub a pass and throw the game — he even knows the man would probably do it, too — but Eric needs to come by a win honestly. They learned the hard way in 2022 when Eric hands were wrapped around the cup, wishing, praying, crying, pleading . . .

Clear eyes, full hearts, or some such bullshit.

Cheaters don’t get wishes.

“I can’t remember, anymore,” Eric admits as they square up across the face-off circle, the resigned terror of an inescapable end creeping upon him like the burn of an old injury ignored for far too long. “Kent. Please.” Parson leans down, rests his stick against the ice, and holds Eric’s gaze as if to say, I’m here. Trust me. Just play.

The puck drops.

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There’s someone watching him, young, handsome with dark hair and the kind of bright blue eyes that scream ‘notice me’ with all of the biological bluntness of neon plumage and a mating dance. The man weaves through the crowd, unnoticed by Eric’s teammates, and comes close enough that Eric can’t help but assume familiarity. He must be a fan, the way he’s flushed and excitable.

Eric’s drunk enough on the moment that he’s happy to indulge his baser instincts. He also literally can’t remember the last time he brought company home and if there’s ever been a night to get laid, it’s this one.

“Crisse, look at you, Bits.”

The man is caught between being awestruck and simply struck, reaching out to touch Eric’s arm but not quite making contact, like his depth perception is the tiniest bit off. He drops Eric’s old nickname so easily, so earnestly, that for a moment Eric thinks they might already know each other — but that’s impossible. Eric would remember someone so handsome, so very much his type.

“Only my friends call me ‘Bitty’.” Eric cautions, raising his half-empty champagne bottle in a mock toast and flashing his best ‘you’re coming home with me tonight’ smile. “But I’m more than happy to to get acquainted with you, Sugar.”

Eric isn’t usually this forward, this unrestrained. Tonight, it doesn’t matter, he’s celebrating: another championship, the end of a career, a life well lived. It’s to be expected. What isn’t expected is how the man’s relieved smile falters; as if Eric’s unbridled joy is somehow misplaced.

“Bitty? It’s me.”

“And ‘me’ is called . . . ?”

On very few occasions in Eric’s life has he been able to witness true devastation first-hand; and those instances were related to deaths, hockey losses, or blackout morning afters.

“Jack.” The man says softly, face slack with surprise. “It’s. . . Jack. Bitty, you know me.”

“If we’ve met before, I’m sorry,” Eric apologizes, hating to see the kid look so defeated. “I meet so many people — ”

Over Jack’s shoulder, Eric catches sight of Bob Zimmermann and waves, delighting in the way Bob’s face lights up when he catches sight of Eric, practically going supernova when he notices Jack as well, crossing the ice like a man possessed; Bob moves to pull them both into a hug but Eric’s new friend holds up a defensive hand and Bob stops mid-gesture.

It’s extremely apparent something is off, and between the reporters, the confetti, the champagne, and the fans, Eric is missing all of the context clues.

“Just won my last cup,” Eric singsongs, gesturing with the bottle between his mentor and the man Eric would very much like to fuck — who look very similar now that Eric can see them side by side. “Everyone’s super excited, right? Yeah? So, what’s going on. Did someone die?”

“No.” Bob says quickly, eyes flicking between Jack and Eric warily. “No. Not . . . that.”

“Severely injured?”

“. . . Non.”

“Okay, then, we should be celebrating!” Eric throws his arms wide and nearly clocks a passing teammate. “No more party pooping, Bobbert. Speaking, this is my new friend, Jack. Jack, Bob, Bob, Jack. Though, I’m getting the feeling you two might know each other. Or might be . . . related.” Eric gasps and smacks his free palm against his forehead. “Oh my god, the Tremblant retreat? Is that where I know you from? Listen, I was fucked up on pain meds that whole weekend, I am so sorry if we’ve already met.”

Despite Eric’s continued attempts at clarifying their shared mystery past, Jack keeps looking at Bob with that same wounded expression and it’s really killing Eric’s buzz.

“Bob.” Eric redirects. “Help me, here. Cutie’s nervous.”

“Eric, this is my, ah, well,” Bob’s smile is so forced, so tense, it looks more like a grimace. “Well, this is my son, Jack.”

There is only one ‘Jack’ Eric has ever known in relation to Bob Zimmermann, and he is not someone to be mentioned in polite conversation.

“Your son?” Eric echoes slowly. “Your son, Jack.”

Bob realizes what Eric’s tiptoeing around and casts a furtive glance toward the younger man, lifting two fingers to his cheek conspiratorially to imply ‘it’s a long story, not meant for public ears’. Eric knows how to play along.

“Wow, okay, did not expect that, but now that you’re saying it, I can one-hundred-percent tell. You have the same, well, everything.”

Eric takes Jack’s hand for an obligatory shake, not missing the way Jack’s features twist up into something caught between flattery and misery, before staring down his pseudo-mentor.

“My question is this, where have you’ve been hiding him — because how long have I know you, Bobby? Shame.”

“I’ve been . . . away.”

Jack’s tone is weighted with context Eric absolutely does not possess, but can definitely read into. Given the age difference and Alicia’s conspicuous lack of attendance this evening, Jack’s definitely a love child from some 90s Zimmergroupie. Or, original Jack didn’t actually OD and Bob spirited away his kid to keep away the prying eyes of the public; but that wouldn’t explain the age difference or the shared name.

Oh, Bobbert.

“Couldn’t wheel him out too soon,” Bob jokes, but Eric can tell the man’s heart isn’t in it, reinforcing Eric’s suspicion.

“Well, I’m happy you did,” Eric says graciously, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. “He’s very handsome, when he isn’t doing this Eeyore impression.”

“Just like his father,” Bob says reflexively — defensively — as Jack goes pink. “Eric, will you excuse us for a moment? Back in five minutes, tops.”

Eric offers a gracious wave, gaze lingering on Jack’s retreating back — and backside, bless — watching Bob rest a firm hand on his son’s neck, gripping tightly to lean in and furiously whisper something. As Eric watches, Jack looks back over his shoulder; it’s not the fond glance of a potential paramour. Regret, maybe? Grief, definitely.

He must be as disappointed to be cock-blocked by his father as Eric is.

Across the ice, Kent Parson has rushed Jack, gathering him into a crushing embrace that the younger man returns easily — burying his face against Parson’s pads; pulling back only when Parson grabs Jack’s shoulders to push him away, taking a long look at him, holding his face between his hands briefly before pulling Jack back into his arms.

They don’t just look like old friends, it’s a reunion of desperation, like the videos his mother sends of soldiers coming home from war, but before Eric can think better of it, a teammate fists a hand in the collar of Eric’s sweater and pulls — away from Bob’s forlorn love child and forgotten first meetings — and the night goes on.

Bob doesn’t return. Neither does Jack.

Eric doesn’t even notice.

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carpe-history · 4 years ago

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Kent Parson: Falconer

So in the mists of writing, a Zimbits - bitty is a figure skater at samwell and still gets adopted by SMH/freshmen year story; I wrote this too. I haven't finished the ending of this, so this is part one. Expect part two someday. When it gets out, I'll post the whole thing to AO3.

This was supposed to be part of the unfinished plotlines series, but at a current total of 26 pages in docs - can I really call it an unfinished plotline? no. SO. That’s why its different from my usual style; it was supposed to be a plotline, i.e. more telling and a hell of a lot less showing. Still have some fun. I love Kent.

Summary:

Midseason (after the series ends), the Aces get a new Owner. Kent has to bail before he has to work for that homophobic asshole for long. The Aces' players and coaches have his back. GUESS what franchise has cap space for one of the best players in the game, is willing to accept a trade of an actually terrible player and a decent round of the draft, AND secretly dreams of reuniting the Zimmerman-Parson No look? Also, for Kent, there's a hot Russian, accidental domesticity, and Zimms and he figuring out their shit. At least Kit is there.

The head coach of the Aces called Kent the moment he found out; the man stepped out of the meeting and found an isolated office called Kent. Because the coaching staff and the players on the Aces are good people.

Even if Management is not.

"Parson." His coach said the moment Kent picked up the phone. The Aces had a game that night, and the flight had landed late.

"Mikey?" Kent asked because it was seven in the morning, team breakfast wasn't until nine, and their flight didn't get into St Louis until midnight.

"Wake up, Kent. Shit's just got bad."

"What- Who got traded?" Kent asked, thinking that was the only way shit could get nasty. The Aces had been on a winning streak, and they were all clicking together this season. He was hopeful they would go far in the postseason.

"No one," Mikey sighed, "or really, we all did."

"What?" Kent asked.

"The Aces have a new owner, Kent. Preston McAnderson."

And all of a sudden, Kent wasn't going to be able to breathe.

"Fuck."

It's not public yet, but it will be next week. Mikey told him as Kent did his best to breathe again, but Preston McAnderson now owns the Aces.

Kent listens to his head coach, a man Kent trusts, tells him the news, and knows he can't do that. Kent cannot play for this man. By the tone of the Head coach, Mikey knows it too.

The asshole who bought the Aces is the reason there are so many homophobic issues in some states. He and his family kept throwing money behind the worst initiatives. He is virulent in his hate and has the audience for it. The McAnderson foundation pressed for removing rights in every state for LGBT people, and Kent can't play for that guy.

Not when he was just beginning to get his shit together and not be a disaster to his personal life. His family deserves more than that, his friends deserve more than that, he deserves more than that.

Kent loves the Aces, but he may love himself more.

His therapist would be proud of self-preservation and not self-harm/suffering. Hell, his team may be proud. But it's his team.

"Parse. I need you to breathe." Mikey said, his tone calming, "I will be up in your room in a few minutes. Breathe for me, okay? Get your agent on the line."

Kent can do that.

Breathe.

Call Elizabeth.

Mikey will be there soon.

Kent calls his agent, a woman who took over his contracts two years ago once he finally left the jerkwad of an agent he had when he was eighteen. True to her awesomeness, Elizabeth doesn't even let him speak beyond "Preston McAnderson bought the Aces," before she's setting up a zoom call. Kent was upfront with her in a way he had never been with the old agent. She knows the shit that's coming his way.

Kent also texts Swoops and Scraps.

Within moments, on the zoom call screen, he could see the player's HR guy in the Aces, Antonio, also call in.

This was going to be Big, and Kent DID not want to ask the question he was going to have to. He just hoped he would survive the heartbreak. Again.

The knock on the door pulled Kent from his heartbreaking realization, but the grim looks on Swoops, Scraps, and Mikey's faces said everything he already knew.

The truth is if McAnderson now owns the Aces, then Kent needs out of the Aces.

For the last year, Kent's been feeling the organization up to see if he can come out without backlash, but the PR person said maybe and has been looking too. All of them were working to change the organization a little at a time to something better and safe.

But… with the new owner being who he is, Preston McAnderson, that's now a firm No.

Mikey, Elizabeth, Antonio, Swoops, and Scraps know he's gay. Half the team thinks he may be because, in the last year, he's not hiding as much. There was too much glitter and crop tops to be anything but. Kent hasn't confirmed. He's been trying to come out for almost a year; it's a process.

Since he saw Zimms come out with his fiancé and not get crucified for it last year, Kent stopped hiding, but he made no announcement. Not yet. This had to be planned right. He had no boyfriend, so no dramatic center ice kiss, no secret fiance, so no cute eloped/private wedding photos on Instagram.

But no press conference either.

He and Elizabeth wanted to wait until the end of the season. But now just into December, nearly six months since Zimms announced he was getting married via a very nauseatingly cute twitter post, and Kent hadn't told anyone in upper Management except Mikey and Antonio.

Both men had been working on telling the GM, Smith, soon.

While both Mikey and Antonio have been feeling the organization out and supporting him, Kent was also trying to change the locker room attitude. It's been working in the locker room and with the coaching staff.

While Kent had success, Mikey and Antonio did not. The team isn't the problem. The team was never a problem.

Most of the administration isn't supportive of You Can Play, and the owner would shoot Kent in the foot to stop any issues or 'problems.' The GM isn't great either, but he's not going to be offensive. He wants to not cause waves unless it was for good hockey reasons.

So, when Mikey calls, and Kent gets the news, it's terrible. While the team is good, the damn Management isn't, and Kent can't change them.

And really, the moment Kent found out about McAnderson, he knew he wouldn't have a chance to.

It was too early for this shit. Not even past eight in the morning in Kansas.

Elizabeth called on zoom, her face ashen and upset.

Mikey had a massive Starbucks cup in his hand, and Swoops and Scraps were next to him, also upset.

"It's not public, and please don't tell the other players yet, but Preston McAnderson will own the Aces officially on Friday. They signed the paperwork today, and it will be announced after the game tonight." Antonio said, looking grim from his tiny window on Kent's computer. "Smith wanted to wait for a winning home game, but McAnderson wants it all ASAP."

Kent swore.

"I care about my guys and... Kent, this will be bad for you." Mikey said, honestly, concern, and support in his words. That was why Kent trusted Mikey enough to tell him that he was gay in the wake of Zimms' coming out press tour.

They had been watching Zimms on ESPN at the rink during a summer training session. (Zimms was explaining that 'yes bisexual was the right word and stop ignoring it.') Kent knew that he could trust Mikey when his coach said, "what the fuck, let the man breathe and get out of his face. Zimmermann is braver than all of us. Bi is a thing. fucking stupid reporters."

"But, the team…" Kent trailed off. He was the captain. The Aces needed him. but…

But Mikey cared about his guys as people and as players, and McAnderson, he knows, would hurt Kent. badly. The look in his eyes was one of paternal protection. He's cared for Kent since Kent showed up after the draft, lost, upset, and skilled.

Mikey looked at Kent and nodded, grim but determined. "Ask Elizabeth."

Kent felt his stomach drop, but he nodded nonetheless.

It was time to go. Even though Kent Loved the Aces.

"Liz, who has offers on me right now?" Kent said, a blank media voice in full effect. What he was asking for was hard; Midseason trades weren't made by the players officially. It was rare, but he was Kent fucking Parson; if he wanted it, he could get out.

Swoops and Scraps flinched, and Kent ignored them as much as possible.

"About ten teams," was the prompt reply from Elizabeth. "You always have offers, but the only ones with serious offers are the Bruins, the Oilers, the Capitals, the Kings, and the Falconers." She wasn't even looking at her notes. "None of them can keep you with a Captaincy, but all say that it or the assistant captaincy is not off the table if you do well."

Kent tried to ignore the body blow at the last team. Playing with Zimms again… Could he do it? If they gave him an A (the Falcs don't do Cs often.) "Won't the Falcs have four A's then?"

That got a look exchanged between Swoops and Scraps, the only two on the team who knows what went down with Jack. And Bittle. And two stupid parties that Kent went to.

"There are rumors of St. Martin retiring when his contract is up in next year." Swoops said, shrugging. "Maybe they are looking for a new forward to replace him on the second line?"

Kent thought about it. He could do that, a good amount of ice time, if he was on the second line. "And the pay?"

"None of them can pay you as much as the Aces are, but bonus offers are just as good," Elizabeth said. "Your contract will take a hit, but that's all legal."

Once he gets off the zoom call with Elizabeth and his teammates and coach leave, Kent stares down at his phone. He won't let Liz talk to the Falconers until he talks to Zimms.

He stares down at the contact, one he got from Bob Zimmerman two and half years ago when Zimms signed with the Falconers and never used it because he knew he lost that right.

But shit has changed, and now Kent had to know.

He hits the call.

"Hello?" The slurred voice was not Zimms but a southern tone.

Fuck. Bittle.

"Ummm, Bittle. Is Zimms there? I have to talk to him." Kent manages to say.

There was a pause. "Kent. Why are you calling Jack?" The frost in the words was evident despite the distance. Bittle sounded more awake than before. No hint of Jack in the background – what time was it there anyway?

"It's. Um. Oh, god." Kent starts before squeezing his eyes shut. Bittle was gay and southern. He would understand. "Preston McAnderson just bought the Aces."

Bittle's sharp intake of breath was enough of a prompt to get Kent to talk. He rushed to explain that he wasn't calling to bother Jack, but he had to know that the Falcs were an option and had to speak with Jack before even considering it.

There was a pause, "Jack is in the shower after his run. I will get him out but know this, Parson, I don't like you, but you don't deserve that asshole."

"Thank you?" Kent said, not sure where Bittle was going with that.

"And there will be a pie for you when you get home to Vegas. Do not ask me how I found out your address, and I will not ask how much you paid Poots for a pie. The boy is easily pressured, don't lead him on." Bittle said, and all of a sudden, Kent knew exactly why Zimms fell for Bittle.

Good for Zimms.

"I won't. Lead him – them … Either of them on." Kent promised. He meant it in all sense of the promise.

Another pause. "Good. Let me get Jack."

The shower's sound was quiet in the background of the call; after a moment, Jack's voice came over the line.

"Kenny? What's up? Bits said you needed to talk to me, and you have a good reason for it?" Jack's voice was neutral and flat - a trained media tone -, but even after all the time they spent not talking, Kent could hear the curiosity there.

"I'm sorry." Kent started off before he launched into the explanation. He told Jack that he needs to know if they can think about playing together before he even considers the Falconers.

The apology wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough, but it was the best that Kent could give. Jack was his friend at one point. Maybe he would be again.

After some confirmation – and a full explanation from Kent - Jack agrees they can try at least if he chooses to play with the Falconers.

Kent didn't have to hide the relief in his voice.

The Falconers didn't give a shit about Jack's sexuality, so maybe they won't care if they get Kent.

If Kent can be out someday, maybe the Falconers were the place to do it.

They won the game against the Blues. Kent showed up in a typical game-day suit with a shirt that screamed 'not straight' as much as Kent could find a short notice. If he had more time, there would have been a more flamboyant suit too.

The locker room loved it. The GM did not.

Kent did not care.

Just before the announcement, the last game was one of the longest games he's ever played in, metaphorically. (the real longest game was a triple OT in the playoffs in his first season) He was not asked about the new ownership in the press scrum before the game was a blessing and a curse. After they finished with the game agist Caps, Kent was going to be asked.

And he was going to have to say the Aces approved line of how happy he was with the transfer of ownership. Mikey was already getting ready to pull him the moment the questions were going to be asked. Because Kent was honest with Mikey about not being able to lie about that asshole.

The next day, once they've checked into the next hotel, near Washington for the Capital's game, Kent calls his agent. Mikey was with him, but Swoops and Scraps just gave him texts of support.

Elisabeth sighed over the zoom call in the morning. "It's down to the Falcs, the Caps, or Kings. I can get a feel for all three organizations within a week and let you know."

Kent nodded and let her do her magic.

The night game against the Caps was hard enough. Kent's worried but plays well.

It's midway through the game when he starts really paying attention to the chirping on the other side of the media box, along the other bench. Mikey starts frowning when some of the commentaries from the players get too loud. Kent knows the Caps are out when they make a few too many no homo jokes for him to be comfortable.

Kent just changed the Aces locker room's atmosphere; he didn't want to do it all again. Especially on a new team for him. It was hard work in a locker room that already respected him.

So, he calls his agent the moment he returns to his hotel room and tells her the Caps are out.

Nearly a week later, it's clear the Falconers are the only option.

Kent wished he felt anything but relieved when Elizabeth laid out the facts for him and Swoops. She's actually the agent for both of them. A choice that Kent is pleased to have gone with after dumping the agent he had during the draft.

Scraps had a different agent, but he was already getting traded in the summer anyway, three-year contract and all.

"Okay, so, the King's offer is just too low for what your abilities are worth, Kent." Elizabeth started. "And they only want you in a summer trade; not right now. but they are good for you, Jeff."

Jeff nodded. "My contract is up in the summer anyway. I'm in a better position to move then."

"The Kings, unlike the Caps, have fixed some issues and look like a good organization. Just their offer is terrible for Kent." Liz continued.

"And the Falconers are the best for me," Kent said, fully aware of just how hollow his voice sounded.

"Yes. They are nearly desperate to be talking to me. I think the whole of the hockey world knows what happens when you put Zimmermann and Parson on the same line."

"Well, maybe." Kent hedged. "It's been years. And we have issues."

"That you are working on." Swoops said with a shoulder bump. "Zimmermann already said he would be willing to try," Liz said at the same time.

Kent sighed with a shrug. "Kinda. We can work on it."

"Then the Falconers it is." She said with a nod.

Kent took a deep breath and held it for a moment, just like his therapist said to do when he felt overwhelmed. Then he released it. "Yes. the falconers."

"Oh god," Swoops said suddenly, eyes widening as he realized something, "I don't know if I want to be on the ice or not, the first-time you guys make that no-look pass happen again. I think both teams will start crying. it was that beautiful."

"That no look is not nearly as impressive as people thought. Trust me." Kent said. All Swoops did was send Kent a disbelieving look.

"That's not what the Falconers think," Liz said, cutting in. "Anyway, I've been talking to a woman in HR, and with Antonio in PR, with the help of your head coach, we can make the GM do anything we need. Your trade will be done before the new year."

Kent was glad he didn't have to actually be in the meeting with Preston McAnderson. Ever. He may have punched the guy in the face. Mikey just kept on making excuses as to why the star player on the Aces was too busy to meet with the new owner. Mikey was the best coach that Kent could ask for.

In the three weeks since buying the team, McAnderson tried to undo everything the Aces had ever done for You Can Play, or any pride events. Kent had been furious when the GM had followed McAnderson's words nearly precisely. Kent didn't even like thinking about that conversation in the locker room.

It had taken a sharp look from Kent to get all of his D-men to back down. Even Smitt – who wasn't the most tolerant person in the room – was furious.

The Mini-Rollers events have also been canceled for the rest of the season, and Kent wasn't the only player in the locker room who was pissed. Scraps had to stop Apple, one of the forwards heavily involved with the charity program for children, from taking a swing at the GM when it was announced.

Scraps is a better man than Kent. Kent would have let Apple do it.

Mikey had nearly been ready to throw hands over that. The coaching staff had a fit, apparently. Kent wondered who was even going to stay after all this was said and done.

Apparently, McAnderson was pissed that Kent was leaving, at least, according to Antonio. But Mikey, Antonito, and the PR woman all made it sound like this was a long time coming. The GM wasn't sure about it, as he was also blindsided, but the Falconers were giving up a second-round draft spot and a fourth-string d-man just to get Kent.

Liz told him that the meeting was one of the worst she's ever been through, but as the HR woman was putting her two-week notice in, she had gone all out with the 'long time coming' lie.

Kent bought her flowers for her desk for her last two weeks as thanks.

The old owner was surprised and quite pissed because Kent's success was one reason he could sell the team. Finding that out made Kent's skin crawl. He didn't bother asking why the old owner wanted to sell, to begin with.

Both Scraps and Swoops are preparing their trades for the summer. Scraps were getting interested in the Kings and the Sharks. Kent hoped that his new team would be able to take the always questioning from scraps.

Kent may be Swoops' Rookie (and captain), but Scraps was Kent's, so… he worried.

So, on the second to last day of the year, Kent's trade to the Falconers gets announced at four PM.

Officially, Kent had no idea he was getting traded.

Unofficially, Kent had been getting boxes for his stuff for three weeks. Searching out reliable car transport services, dealing with realtors with an NDA (and trying not to cry about everything.)

Officially, Kent was at practice in the Aces practice rink when the press releases from both the Aces and the Falconers went live.

Unofficially, Kent was talking to Mikey as an excuse to not dress in his Aces gear. He didn't want to be on the ice when this all went down. Waiting for the call with his agent to 'officially' tell him the news.

That call came on cue and was short.

Not five minutes after the news went live, his entire team was stumbling back into the locker room and surrounded him.

"Parse!" Mats – the goalie - cried, "Traded?! You're our captain!"

Kent nodded, "Traded, but it's okay. Swoops is going to be captain. You all trust him, right?"

"Wait, I can't be captain," Swoops protested, but Kent shot a glare at him. Swoops was the A; therefore, with Kent gone, Swoops was going to get the C. "Oh shit. I'm C."

Kent left Swoops to deal with that realization and instead faced his team for the last time.

"I'll miss you guys." He says with a look around the room. "Y'all were the best."

"DAMN RIGHT." yells one of the defensemen, and with that, Kent was crushed into a massive celly-like hug but with more tears.

Kent doesn't imagine it when he hears one of the wingers on his line growl out that he will trip McAnderson in a heartbeat, no matter where Kent was traded to. Just say the word, captain. Nor is he imagining the rest of the team's quiet agreement. Or a quiet puck to the face? No, a puck to the foot would be easier to lie about. The face would be satisfying, though.

Kent loves his team. Kent will miss the Aces, but he can't stay with that owner. Not unless he wants to destroy his mental health.

Fuck Preston McAnderson for taking away his team.

Kent has a game that the next day in Providence. The last one of the calendar year.

He and Kit are on a plane within three hours after practice ends, and he says goodbye to his people. The redeye flight is long and exhausting.

But he will land before the two pm game in Providence but after the morning skate.

His car is already taken care of; he's subletting his apartment with the intent on selling when he can, his shit will be packed up in two days. Most of the boxes he absolutely needs – workout gear, extra personal hockey equipment, his accounting books for the online classes he's taking – that's all being sent to the Falconers' practice rink overnight.

He spends the entity of the flight alternating between freaking out and calm acceptance. The rage he feels at McAnderson was always present. Kit was right next to him in her carrier, a luxury Kent was glad to pay for.

Georgia Martin picks him up from the airport. She was about as tall as Kent and spoke so assuredly, the nerves Kent had been feeling for weeks started to fade.

The quick, 'call me George. Here, my wife made this pamphlet for all traded or rookie players,' was the best thing Kent had heard in months.

The Falconers were the best choice. No wonder Zimms felt safe here. Also, the pamphlet in question was fucking brilliant.

"You've landed after the practice but before call time for the game. Will you be okay without ice time today before the game?" She asked as they left the airport with Kit sleeping in her cage in the back seat. "Because the coaches and I want to get you on the ice today for at least a show of solidarity as a new team."

Kent thought about it, "I would prefer some ice time before warm-ups. My skates and pads are in the trunk, but I won't need much."

George nodded, seeming expecting Kent's response, "I think I can swing that."

They were nearly at the practice rink when she explained what was going to happen next. "You'll be rooming with a teammate for a Few weeks while you look for a new place. Alexi Mashkov has space, and it's his turn for a rookie."

Kent makes a noise of protest for the title of 'rookie.'

George laughs, "or a newbie to the team. Let's go with that, Mr. Multiple Stanley Cup winner."

Kent's primary impression of the Russian Defensemen was from that first game with Jack two years ago. He could pick Kent up with one hand. that action was hot, but beyond that... all Kent had was that Mashkov seemed friendly when he wasn't pissed off on the ice.

Kent tried to remember anything else beyond the tape he watched when Mashkov was just another opponent. Fast, willing to fight, enforcer on the falconers. Great at reading plays but not stunning at goals.

Kent thinks about Mashkov for a moment, hot, tall, accent, may or may not hate Kent. Kent chose to be okay with this because it's not Jack.

That would be fire just waiting to explode. Mashkov would be better.

They do a bunch of paperwork before he can go warm-up on his own. Kent tries not to mind when he sees both Jack and Mashkov show up.

Mashkov has done the whole trade midseason thing before, apparently. He met Kent and George at the practice rink.

Kent stuffed the stray thought about how Big Mashkov was outside his pads. And Kent quickly rethinks his early view, rooming with Mashkov may not be better.

Mashkov's smile was beautiful, open, and joyous.

It was one thing to recognize objectively how hot a new teammate was, but it was another to start noticing how much Kent was attracted to Tall, Big, Accent, and, apparently, Mashkov's smiles.

Remember the rules, Kent told himself for a moment. Kent is not Out. (yet) TEAMMATES are off-limits. (Lesson learned with Jack). And Not During The Season! (maybe after...) Concentrate on the trade Kent!

"Yes, traded from Schooners in middle of second season!" Tater, as he introduced himself as, was not a quiet one. "Is hard but not difficult after while!"

Kent did his best to concentrate on Tater, but a person walked up to them. Jack. Kent had hoped he would just vanish after he saw Kent.

Kent tried to take it in stride, but Jack was right there, and they Needed To Have A Conversation.

But Kent was the king of false bravado, so he grinned and played along with Tater. "I hope so. Kit may be heartbroken if it stays this busy." He said to Tater. He gestured to Kit's carrier in the corner of the office. Kit had chosen seething silence as a punishment as the result of the move.

Kent was sure his legs were going to be clawed up the moment she was allowed out for longer than five minutes. He loved his cat. She needed more pictures on her Instagram as soon as he was settled. Share the awesomeness.

The grin he got from Tater was brilliant and nearly enough to completely distract Kent from Jack's presence. Shit. That's pretty. Teammates and the very reason Kent has that rule, Kent told himself.

So Kent refocused on Kit.

"Is that famous cat?" Tater said, coming close to the carrier but not getting close for a swipe.

He's smart too. Damnit.

Kent hoped that Tater's skating wasn't as pretty as Kent remembered it being, or else Kent may or may not be in trouble. Kent nodded, "She is the best. But I would love for her to get out for a while."

Tater hummed in acknowledgment. "I will take famous cat home," he said after a moment, "You can join after game. Second bedroom is unused, lots of space!"

Kent felt a heartbeat of panic at the thought of being separated from Kit for a moment today, but Zimms nodded behind Tater and gave him a thumbs up.

And while that was jarring as fuck, Kent took a moment to look at Zimms. There wasn't anger in Jack's eyes.

After all the years separating them, Kent still trusted Zimms' judgment in people. If Jack liked a person (other than Kent apparently), they were worth something.

"Okay," Kent agreed. Then turned to George, "What do I need to sign?"

He and Zimms were terrible at talking about their own feelings, but both clearly speak to each other to move on. The moment Kent left George's office at the practice rink to head to the locker room, Jack leaned against the wall opposite the office.

Jack looked up and jerked his head in the direction of the locker rooms. Kent followed.

As they walked, Kent gathered his nerves. He wanted to be friends with Jack again.

They got ready in silence. By some unspoken agreement, Zimms was staying to practice with Kent before the game. (which, looking back, Kent realized would have made no sense if the Falcs weren't aware of some of the history they had. Zimms had far more ice time that game then Kent did.)

"I'm sorry for being a dick to you. It took me a while to realize that you leaving me behind was a good thing," Kent said the moment they were alone on the ice after they had warmed up and were passing back and forth to each other. For all kent had needed this conversation, being blunt would be the only way he would get through it.

Jack took the puck and shot it back, "I accept."

Kent thought that was enough when, as Kent took a shot back, Jack said, "Sorry for blocking all contact. I regret how I left it."

Kent paused in his movements before returning the pass again.

He... didn't know how to take that. He always assumed he was the one who needed to apologize. Jack apologizing is a surprise. It is not an unwelcome one, mind you, but Kent never thought he would deserve one.

"I accept," Kent said. They passed back and forth for a few moments.

Then:

"Damn," Kent huffed. "We were bad together."

"We were, but we were kids." Jack shrugged before taking a clean shot at the unmanned goal, "We can work on this if you mean it, but let me do this at my own pace."

Kent looked around to make sure they were alone on the ice, sighing, "I was going to come out at the end of the season with the Aces but with McAnderson…"

"Ah," Jack said. "That asshole, as Bittle likes to say."

"Yep. Still gonna do it, though. I think I'm going to wait to be more settled here, first," Kent said. Before taking off into a sprint like they used to do for their own practices.

"Makes sense to wait," Jack said after they had gone back and forth several times. "Tell George, though, if you want. She's great. You won't have issues. The team is cool with me."

Kent smiled at that, his first real one all day, "Maybe soon."

"Good," Jack said with a nod. Then he paused, looking conflicted.

Kent wondered about what. He braced himself for a nonphysical blow.

"Okay, so you know that Bits hates you?" Jack said in a rush as they changed drills.

Jack sounded so concerned, like Kent may be unaware of his fiance's intense dislike of him. Kent burst out laughing. Jack looked at him with an expression that clearly said he had no idea how to react to that.

"Yes. He made that clear?" Kent said.

"Well, there's a pie for you, anyway, eh? It's in my locker stall."

"Another one?" Kent asked. The first one arrived back at his apartment in Vegas when he got back from that st. Louis /Washington roadie was delicious.

"Yes. It's a welcome to the team pie. But.. maybe... wait until after the game so that Nate won't kill you?" Jack told him.

"Who's Nate?" Kent asked as they skated off the ice. It was time to get to the stadium and to get warmed up for a game.

"The Falc's nutritionist," Jack said shortly. "Also, fair warning, there is a Bitty vs. Nate ongoing thing. Be prepared."

"Sounds ominous." Kent mused. Thought about what a Bittle vs. nutritionist thing would look like for a moment and came to a decision. "I'm going to side with Bittle."

"I do." Jack said, approval in his voice, "but I've sided with Bittle for the last five years or so…"

Shit, it had been at least five years, hadn't it? Kent looked around the rink and accepted everything was different.

A poster on the inside of the locker room door caught Kent's eye. It was an anti-jam poster, but it's been defaced several times in English, French, Russian, Swedish, and pictures. From what Kent can tell, all the defacing is pro-jam.

"Also, what's up with the jam poster?" Also, Kent is positive that some of the French was in Jack's handwriting.

"That's part of the thing with Nate. I'll let Bits and Tater explain. they tell it best." Jack said, walking past the poster with a small smile.

"Once again: that sounds ominous," Kent said.

The Falconers seemed to be an odd team, but hey, that's what makes it fun?

The game that night was not glorious. It was a learning experience.

But Kent expected that.

When he and Jack got to the stadium, he met the team and found out how the game would go.

Jack was on the first line, and Kent was placed on the third line for the game. The falconers' third line forward was ill, and this works the best for that night. Kent got like ten minutes of ice time, but he was assured that it would be different from that point on.

The coaches told him they were thinking first or second line as soon as the team actually got to practice.

Putting on an NHL jersey that wasn't all black for the first time since he was 18 was weird, but pregame chirping was always the same, no matter the locker room, and that helped.

The Aces also played that night, also in a home game. Kent did not look at the scores scrolling across the TV in the corner of the locker room.

Kent's trade means he did get cheering from the home crowd, but Kent ignored everything beyond waving at the audience.

Tater stayed by his side when they skated out, and Kent didn't realize how much that meant to him until after the game.

Jack and he don't do much together.

When the game starts, Kent makes one major play and gets an assist to one of his temporary linemates from it.

Jack nodded at him from the bench, and Kent felt relieved. Today has been the best Kent has felt since the news of who bought the Aces happened.

He can do this. That got him through the last period and his minute of play.

The Falconers win.

Press sucks, but he protects his people at the Aces. He says nothing about the rumors that half the team is trying to bail. (because that's true. Half his team – the Aces- are trying to get away from McAnderson)

He does his best to deal with the questions about the falconers. (how does he fit in, what do you think the rest of the season will be like?) He gets many questions about the move and hears Jack get a lot of questions about playing with Kent again. They both do their best to deal with it all. The no-look comes up several times.

Neither of them responds to that question.

Tater takes him home.

The drive to the apartment was unfamiliar, but Kent didn't care. "you play well when you aren't yelling at me."

Tater laughed, a soft, tired sound that spoke of a good game played. "Don't ice goalie, and I no yell."

Kent smirked. God, he was tired.

"You play well too. Maybe on my shift."

"Maybe." Kent agreed.

When he goes back to Tater's apartment, Kit is there, happy as can be. Tater had let her out to explore the whole apartment. She leaped into Kent's arms and somehow did not claw him to death. With Kit in his arms, Kent finally, finally feels completely safe.

Then he crashes for seventeen hours straight.

Tater had to physically steer him to the second bedroom. Kent tried to ignore the hot feeling of Tater's hands on his shoulders as much as he clutched to the warm press of Kit against his chest.

The falconers have a rare rest day the next day, so, when Tater comes in and wakes Kent up for dinner, Kent finds he didn't mind having slept for the whole day.

Tater's smile also said he understood.

Bittle and Jack are accepted; that keeps on playing in Kent's mind. Jack is happy.

He's almost incandescent; Jack is so happy.

Jack and Bittle are planning a wedding for next summer. They are thinking about a dog. They already know they want a kid in the future (long ways away). Jack's been thinking about distance learning for his masters. Bittle's got a cookbook coming out that Jack won't shut up about. No one on the team shuts up about Bitty's cooking.

The only reason that Kent knows most of the cookbook is that Jack won't shut up about Bittle.

Kent knew for a long time that what he and Jack had was not healthy or good but seeing Jack with Bittle… It really drove home the whole point. Jack was so much better not in a relationship with Kent.

About two weeks after Kent was traded, he sat down in Tater's living room while Tater made dinner. Kent tried to bring up anything other than happiness that Jack was happy, and wasn't able to anymore. There was no hurt or bitterness or anger at seeing Jack happy.

Not anymore. The deep bone feeling of relief accompanying that realization was terrific.

Kent was ready to move on too.

"You okay, Parson?" Tater asked, leaning out of the kitchen's entry, "you quiet today."

Kent looked up; Tater hated two things about his apartment the most, how small the master bathroom was, and how the kitchen was separated from the rest of the apartment. Tater looked unfairly good when he was concerned.

Was he that ready to move on?

Kent didn't know.

"I think I am."

#Kent parson #Check Please!#pater #tater #jack zimmermann #i write?#Kent parson: Falconer

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maeve-of-winter · 4 years ago

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Snippet from a WIP: that time Kent’s various visits to Boston spawned a fan meltdown and official meme. Told from Jack’s POV, hence some saltiness.

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Back during Kent’s second season with the Aces, fans had started regularly spotting him waltzing around the Boston area. While Aces fans were wondering why Kent was so often in Boston, Boston fans were constantly on the lookout for the Aces captain who might be visiting their city. Forget Jagr Watch—2011-2012 was the year of Parson Watch. And then, as Kent entered his fourth season, his time in Boston only increased, and rumors of him transferring there started to surface and then multiply.

Vegas responded to their star player’s regular trips to northeast by, as Holster once ever so eloquently described it, “promptly losing every iota of their shit and never regaining a single scintilla of it.” Maybe it was because the Aces were Nevada’s only pro sports team, maybe it was because they’d grown attached to Parson, who’d won them a Cup his rookie season and then in 2012 as well, but Kent’s travels had Aces fans in a constant uproar. A tsunami of paranoia swept through them that the reason for Kent visiting Boston was because he was planning on signing with the Bruins. And once that rumor got started, online debates raged more intensely than a nuclear winter could ever hope to, complete with fear-mongering unseen since the Cold War, all focusing on if Kent was staying in Vegas or going to Boston.

During one of his visits, Kent posted a selfie to his Instagram of himself and Chara having drinks together at the upscale bar of the Langham Hotel. Rather than enthusing about Kent’s fashion sense or waxing poetic about how easygoing and friendly he was (as Aces fans typically did in comments on Kent’s social media pages, Jack had often observed in annoyance), their ensuing meltdown was only matched by the Vancouver riots back from when Kent won the gold for Team USA in the 2010 Olympics. The photo’s comments were promptly inundated with demands that he reveal if he was signing with the Bruins or not, often accompanied by insistence that he “owed” fans an explanation for his actions. It got to the point that NHL Network did an actual segment at the next home Aces game, featuring numerous Aces fans (of varying levels of sobriety) tearfully expressing how much Kent Parson meant to them, how deeply they loved him, and how much they hated the Bruins for trying to steal him away from them (despite no evidence that the Bruins had done so).

Jack knew these details because he’d been in the Haus’s living room with a few teammates when the interviews had first aired. Holster and Ransom had been watching, bursting into laughter each time an Aces fan, from a burly biker dude to a duo of teenage girls in Uggs and leggings, proclaimed their love for Kent and hate for Boston.

“Well, I’ll say this about Vegas,” Ransom said, cracking up as a father of four, his teenage sons looking on concernedly, practically sobbed onscreen at the thought of Kent leaving the team. “One thing Aces fans and us Bruins fans have in common? They’re both fucking lunatics. Just look at this shit. Parson told everyone he’s not going anywhere! Like, ten times already!”

Holster chortled as well, taking a swig of his beer. “Right? I can’t believe an expansion team has this devoted of a fanbase. Bettman’s dream has come true, I guess. But come on, you’d be lucky to have a marriage these days with a fucking tenth of this much passion!”

After the interviews aired, a twitter war broke out, with Bruins fans responding to Aces fans’ vocal resentment of them with disdain and insults of their own. Aces fans retaliated, and a short-lived rivalry was born that day, a rare one that only existed between hockey fans themselves and not the actual teams or players.

But that was Kent. Able to tear people apart with just a hypothetical, his actual presence not even required.

In fact, the question of if Kent was going to sign with the Bruins spawned a viral meme, one that became so widespread that even if someone knew nothing else about hockey, they were at least in on this joke. From that point forward, whenever Kent was spotted in another city, be it because he was vacationing or there for an official game, fans would snap a photo and jokingly include a caption wondering if he was going to sign with the local NHL team. If the city had no team, fans would claim that Kent was obviously there to start one. It became the “in” activity to remark on any of Kent’s non-Vegas photos that he would no doubt soon be moving to the city or town in question. He’d once joined Jeff Troy for Christmas, travelling back with him to Troy’s home of Milk River, Alberta. After posting a selfie, his comments section were filled with jokes that the tiny town with a population of just over eight hundred people would be the site of the NHL’s latest expansion team, with Kent as its first member.

But for Vegas, it was no laughing matter. They loved Kent (to an unhealthy degree, in Jack’s opinion) and were possessive of him. It was their worst fear to lose him to another team. He was their hero, their golden boy, the favorite son of their city.

He was to Vegas, Jack conceded reluctantly, what he had once been to Jack and his family.

#kent parson #check please #jack zimmermann #justin oluransi #adam birkholtz #current wip #kent parson becomes a meme

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omgbunnyshorts · 4 years ago

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In case anyone forgot....

We hate Kent Parson on this page 😤😤

#Mod Whiskey #anti kent parson #anti parse #He's the antagonist and he isn't even cute when he does it. Pathetic

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garden-of-succulents · 5 years ago

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Okay, so.

I’m a Kent Parson stan, no two ways about it. I love the little shit and I only want the best for him.

And over the past couple years, it has definitely felt like Ngozi went from being a Parse stan right along with me--calling him her favourite character, making fun tweets about him, drawing him in cute ways--to kind of disowning him. Talking about how he was a problematic white boy, deleting those fun tweets, diminishing his role in year four, emphasizing how he has to apologize and atone for how he’s acted in the past. And I have definitely felt abandoned and betrayed by her, as have many other Parse-positive fans.

But I think that in our disappointment, we’re missing out on why she’s stepping back from him.

Because she’s said why it’s happening, and it’s because of all the hatemail she gets about him.

When she said that, fandom kind of reflexively assumed it was coming from the Parse-positive side of fandom, which I felt kind of confused by because I didn’t see any proof of it. These days, I’m personally far more persuaded it was the opposite. I think she’s talking about hatemail by people who hate him. I think she stepped back from him as a character because she was affected by the volume and vehemence with which people really, really hate Kent Parson.

When I step back from my own feelings, from the betrayal of my own parasocial relationship with her, what I think is: That’s really fucking sad for her. I am really sorry that her own fandom scared her away from her artistic vision, that she lost faith in one of her favourite parts of the story and felt she had to make choices that basically feel like grovelling to his haters--”See, he’s barely there anymore, and look, he’s atoning for how awful he is.”

And honestly?

I think that the increasingly OMGCP-critical turn of the #parsepositive community--the tendency of Parse fans to respond to her decisions with anger, hostility, and incredulity, and to assume that she’s a bad artist who is fucking things up--is part of why she stepped away from him as a character.

Ngozi’s incredibly close to her fandom. Too close, in my own personal opinion, and not really clearsighted about which fans she encourages and validates vs which ones she gets offended by and thinks are trolls, but still--she’s really tuned into the fandom. And it’s really hard for anyone, as an artist, to operate in a vacuum. I think one thing there hasn’t been for her is a consistent Parse cheering section that will actually... appear happy when content about him appears, and reward her for making it. Instead, when she produces anything about him, his haters grind into high gear, and his lovers bitch about how inadequate it is.

And well... artists pretty much all respond to carrots way better than sticks. In the face of criticism and hostility from both sides, I’m really not surprised that she’s gone, “Yeah, this character is too much of a hassle to bother with.” If posting content about him online makes her life unlivable, I’m not actually surprised she’s stopped doing it. (I probably won’t pay for the new book, so much as duck into a bookstore and read the one single page he’s in, and then put it back on the shelf.)

But I am pretty tired of Parse fans acting absolutely outraged by her decisions, as if 1) she’s a shitty creator who deserves to be blamed for everything bad, and 2) that we, as fans, played no part in things getting to where they are now.

Honestly, as the sun sets on OMGCP, one of the things I feel worst about is that I spent so much time thinking about my own personal grievances with her (and yeah, I have very personal and specific reasons to gripe about her and how she’s treated me personally) to go, “Wow, I wonder what life is like for Ngozi right now? I wonder what her experience is. I wonder if she needs some of the positivity I’m trying to inject into fandom itself.” The most basic role of a fandom is a cheering section; I’ve been so used to fandoms where the creators are distant and hostile, where fandom is so massive that surely there are thousands of other people who will provide mindless validation, that it genuinely never occurred to me that I might make the creator feel that, despite my love for this character, I thought she, personally, was a piece of crap.

I really regret walking away from this fandom with everything in this state.

#omgcp #stuff i wrote #parsepositive

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faiasakura · 5 years ago

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long live all the magic we made

a kent pov jackparse endgame playlist that takes us through their friendship, breakup, and reconnection click here to listen on spotify!

Act 1 – The Golden Age (until it wasn’t)

1. A Place in this World – Kent entering the Quebec Junior Major Hockey League.

I'm alone, on my own And that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong Oh, but life goes on Oh, I'm just a girl Trying to find a place in this world

2. Sparks Fly – the electric meeting between Jack Zimmermann and Kent Parson

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know it’s no good 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

3. Fearless – the unstoppable Zimmermann-Parson duo

And I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand and drag me headfirst Fearless

4. Dress – sneaking around in the Q

Our secret moments in a crowded room They've got no idea about me and you

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend

5. Cornelia Street – making memories that will come back to haunt

We were a fresh page on the desk Filling in the blanks as we go As if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead Leading us home

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

6. Eyes Open – Juniors is still major league hockey

The tricky thing Is yesterday we were just children Playing soldiers just pretending Dreaming dreams with happy endings In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords But now we've stepped into a cruel world Where everybody stands and keeps score

7. Mean – fuck you media pt.1, we keep dreaming

Someday I'll be living in a big old city And all you're ever gonna be is mean Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me And all you're ever gonna be is mean

8. State of Grace – they make magic on and off the ice

You're my Achilles heel This is the golden age of something good And right and real

9. Change – one set back isn’t a final loss

Because these things will change Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down It's a revolution, the time will come For us to finally win

10. Long Live – winning the Memorial Cup

Long live the walls we crashed through All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you I was screaming, "long live all the magic we made" And bring on all the pretenders I'm not afraid

11. I’m Only Me When I’m With You – codependence

I'm only up when you're not down Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground It's like no matter what I do Well, you drive me crazy half the time The other half I'm only trying To let you know that what I feel is true And I'm only me when I'm with you

12. Both of Us (B.o.B. feat Taylor Swift) – how do we help the ones we love?

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us

13. Wonderland – the lead up to the overdose

We found wonderland You and I got lost in it And we pretended it could last forever, eh

14. Out Of The Woods – the overdose

Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet?

Act 2 – The Fragile Line Broken

15. The Lucky One – fame and fortune isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

And they tell you that you're lucky But you're so confused 'Cause you don't feel pretty You just feel used And all the young things line up to take your place

Another name goes up in lights You wonder if you'll make it out alive

16. Forever & Always – stage of grief: shock and denial

Oh, I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called And then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all And you flashback to when we said forever and always

17. Cruel Summer – stage of grief: pain and guilt

So cut the headlights Summer's a knife I'm always waiting for you Just to cut to the bone

18. Me! (feat Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) – stage of grief: anger

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh I know I never think before I jump And you're the kind of guy the ladies want (And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

I know that I went psycho on the phone I never leave well enough alone And trouble's gonna follow where I go

19. All Too Well – stage of grief: depression

Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well

20. Haunted – first confrontation at Samwell

Come on, come on don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted

Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you

21. Last Kiss – stage of grief: depression

So I'll go sit on the floor Wearing your clothes All that I know is that I don't know how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

22. Death By A Thousand Cuts – stage of grief: back to denial

I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier still flickering here 'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not It's death by a thousand cuts

23.The Story of Us – stepping into the Epikegster

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us How we met and the sparks flew instantly People would say, "they're the lucky ones"

Now I'm standing alone In a crowded room And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me yeah

24. The Archer – fight at Epikegster

Combat, I'm ready for combat I say I don't want that, but what if I do? 'Cause cruelty wins in the movies I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

25. The Last Time (feat. Gary Lightbody) – the unheard plea at Epikegster

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye

26. Breathe (feat. Colbie Caillat) – newfound grief

Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie, It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see 'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down, Now I don't know what to be without you around

27. Red – stage of grief: (attempts at an) upward turn

Remembering him comes in flashbacks And echoes Tell myself it's time now Gotta let go But moving on from him is impossible

28. Sad Beautiful Tragic – stage of grief: acceptance

We had a beautiful magic love there What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Act 3 – This Love Came Back To Me – the canon divergent pimms endgame

29. New Romantics – LV Aces vs the world

'Cause, baby, I could build a castle Out of all the bricks they threw at me And every day is like a battle But every night with us is like a dream

30. Shake It Off – fuck the media pt 2, ignore them bitches

But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop grooving It's like I got this music in my mind saying it's gonna be alright

31. You Need To Calm Down – fuck the media pt 3, possible coming out

You just need to take several seats and then try to restore the peace And control your urges to scream about all the people you hate 'Cause shade never made anybody less gay

32. Holy Ground – parse in a better place

Tonight I'm gonna dance Like you were in this room But I don't wanna dance If I'm not dancing with you

33. Gorgeous –thirsty for Jack and his glow up

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face

34. Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince – stuck in old patterns

And I don't want you to (go) I don't really wanna (fight) 'Cause nobody's gonna (win) I just thought you should know

And I'll never let you (go) 'Cause I know this is a (fight) That someday we're gonna (win)

35. Delicate – reconnection and insecurity

We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate

36. Wildest Dreams – hookup, not daring to hope for more

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever Say you'll see me again even if it's just pretend

37. New Year’s Day – the fragility of beginning again

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you And I will hold on to you Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

38. End Game (feat. Ed Sheeran & Future) – what Kent has always wanted

I wanna be your endgame I wanna be your first string I wanna be your A Team

39. This Love – together again

This love is good This love is bad This love is alive back from the dead, oh These hands had to let it go free And this love came back to me,

40. Everything Has Changed (feat. Ed Sheeran) – approach a happy ending

All I know is, you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday, yeah Is everything has changed

41. Lover – the ever after

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my lover I’ve spent almost a year working on this playlist and have so many thoughts still. Feel free to talk to me on tumblr, discord, or wherever else you can find me.

#kent parson #jack zimmermann #pimms #jackparse #omgcp #taylor swift #original content #playlist #my edit

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siriuslyarrogant · 5 years ago

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Cats and Cowlicks

Parse prompt week day 6: Insta-Famous

@kentparsonbirthdaybash

January 30th 2011 - All Star game - North Carolina

As soon as his teammate pushes him through the door , Kent darts his eyes around to find someone he is on at least somewhat friendly basis with. He sees a man with long red brown hair sitting at the bar and makes a bee line towards him.

"Anderson , did ya miss me?"

The flat look that Thomas Anderson gives Kent is probably an answer enough but he still replies with a " Oh, I would but I think we've seen each other plenty enough these past few years."

"What you still mad we beat you in '07?"

Thomas puts his elbow on the bar top, chin on his hand and looks up at Kent through his eyelashes. " I dunno. You still mad we beat you for the cup last year?"

"Low blow man , low blow"

The person in the seat next to Thomas finally gets up and leaves so Kent swoops in to grab it before any else can. It's while Kent is ordering a soda that Thomas takes out his phone. See, Kent would find this rude if he didn't already know that one, Thomas can hardly stand him and two, hates crowds. He's like Jack in those aspects. Kent, forever impatient looks at Thomas' screen while waiting for the bartender to finish pouring his soda.

" What that's app? It looks fucking cool"

And Thomas ,of course, rolls his eyes at him because Kent for some reason just annoys everyone he talks to.

"You know you would actually like it. I can see it now , Kent Parson with his blonde cowlicks and backwards caps becoming insta-famous."

"Insta-famous?"

"The app's called Instagram, Kent. I'm kind of surprised your narcissistic ass hadn't hear of it"

Kent has to bite his tongue for a few seconds so he doesn't blow his cover of being the arrogant playboy (or whatever it is that management paints his image as). He bites back the remarks of 'you knew me in the Q, I'm not like that' and 'what happened did I grow more soft or did you grow more mean?'

He settles on actually saying "I only upgraded to the iPhone last month"

Thomas stares at him for a couple seconds then blinks. He pushes the screen towards Kent which allows Kent to see little squares of different images.

"Click on one"

Kent taps the photo of a ginger cat - it reminds him of Kit. He can see that there are comments of various things such as 'cute' and 'so fluffy' underneath it.

"So is this just an app about cats , cos if so sign me the hell up"

"It's for any type of photos , just cats seem the most popular right now"

"So is it on that App Store thing or?"

Kent receives an tired sigh and "yes, Kent" as a reply.

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It only when he's in his hotel room that Kent actually takes out his phone to download Instagram. When the sign up page appears and he has to create a username. Kent instead of typing something along the lines of KVP90 , types Kit_Purrson

He'll prefer it if it's his cat instead of his cowlicks that became insta-famous

#omgcp #check please #kent parson #kpbb #yeah btw i cant write to save my life so thai is terrible but i likesd the idea

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serpentinesheldonserpentine · 6 years ago

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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications

Geez this was going to sound like a Hallmark card and you’d hate me for it so I’m changing and offer this:

The work of Frank Lloyd Wright, Philip Johnson, Mies Van Der Rohe, Walter Gropius, Pablo Picasso, John Singer Sargent, John Singleton Copley, Tim Page, Hunter Thompson, Charles Bulfinch, Richard Nuetra, Louis Kahn, Rembrandt , Juan Gris, Basquiat, Keith Haring, Roy Lichtenstein, William Eggleston, Lee Friedlander, Andy Warhol, Wagner, Monet, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Herbie Hancock, Miles Davis, Miles Davis, Miles Davis, Chet Baker, Duke Ellington, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Johnny Hartman, Alex Chilton, Weegee, John Waters, Little Walter, Little Jimmy Scott, Pete Townshend, Billy Wilder, Ernst Lubitsch, Martin Scorsese , Francis Coppola, Bryan Ferry, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, Roger Keith Barrett, Townes Van Zandt, Stevie Van Zandt, Jimmy Gandolfini, Keith Jarrett, Chick Corea, Jeff Beck, Walter Becker, Donald Fagen, Jimmy Page, Jimmy Page, Jimmy Page, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Walker Percy, Tennessee Williams, William Faulkner, Nick Cave, Nick Drake, Nick Kent, Brian Wilson, Iggy Pop, Roger Waters, Steve Marriott, Gram Parsons, Mac Rebbenack, Erick Purkhiser, Kristy Wallace, Steve Earl, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Leonard Cohen, Dean Wareham, Joe Strummer, Bruce Springsteen, John Lydon, Siouxsie Sue, Otis Redding, Isaac Hayes, Sly Stone, Sly Stone, Sly Stone, George Clinton, Al Green, Chuck D, Professor Griff, Terminator X, Flava Flav, The RZA, ODB, Kraftwerk, Joy Division, New Order, Depeche, Monkees, Doc Pomus, Van Morrison, Lee Perry, Phil & Don, The Move, Cheap Trick, Redd Kross, X, The Turtles, Jan & Dean, Link Wray, Little Richard, Little Richard, Little Richard, Larry Williams, Eno, Japan, Ennio Morricone, St. Etienne, Fountains of Wayne, Ivy, Blossom Dearie, Julie London, The Stylistics, The Trammps, The Delfonics, The Supremes, The Temptations, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Chris Stamey, Peter Holsapple, Chris Bell, Kenn Kweder, The New York Dolls, Robert Quine, Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley,Richard Hell, Richard Lloyd, Billie Holiday, Ray Charles, Beatles, Beatles, Beatles, Kinks, Kinks, Donna Summer, Ike and Tina, Black Uhuru, The Who, Phillip Schultz,The Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd, Southside Johnny Lyon, Horst Faas, Lee Friedlander, Danny Lyons, Billy Shakes, Marcus Aurelius, Tim Ferris, Pauline Kael, Joan Didion, Dennis Hopper, Natalie Wood, Golden Boy Bill Holden, Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, Jimi Hendrix, Patti Smith, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Carole King, Karen Dalton,James Brown, Mary Karr, David Carr, Kipling, Peter O’Toole, Arto Lindsay, John Lurie, Carl Rogers, Nile Rodgers, Ramones, Run-DMC, Erik B and Rakim, Yardbirds, Betty Bacall, Fairport Convention, The White Stripes, Flat Duo Jets. So many more.

Oh yeah. The Rolling Stones.

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samwell-actually · 6 years ago

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Bittyparse Fic-Rec

Although I have my all-time favorite OMGCP fic bookmarked on my Ao3 page, I wanted to compile a master list of all of my favorite OMGCP Ao3 fic to have in one place on my tumblr. And since I’m that neurotic, I thought it might also be nice to break-up each ship as well:

Can’t Learn to Leave | summerfrost Completed Multi-Chapter, 43k Kent Parson has his life together a solid 40% of the time. That drops to a shaky 30% when the Aces management hires Eric Bittle, recent Samwell graduate and more recent ex-boyfriend of Jack Zimmermann, to babysit his tweeting habits.

Smitten | pinkerton, Completed Multi-Chapter, 11k Google searches conducted during Bitty’s first night as Kent Parson's cat sitter: Cat meowing a lot good or bad. Cat stopped meowing good or bad. Cats on balcony safe. How to get cat off balcony. Cat bites dangerous, Where the heck do pro athletes hide the neosporin??????????? Moving cat off lap without getting scratched. Cute cat videos. How to win at cat videos

Player 15 | eden22 One-Shot, 20k A list of things that Kent Parson definitely isn't: 1. He definitely isn't worried that the Aces just drafted Eric Bittle because he's a younger, faster version of Kent 2. He definitely isn't bitter and jealous that Bittle got Jack and Kent didn't 3. He definitely isn't falling for him.

Thank Me Later | julliel One-Shot, 4k Kent, sad and alone for the Thanksgiving holiday, answers a Craigslist ad in hopes of having some company for dinner. He didn't quite expect this though.

right on time | leetlebird Completed Multi-Chapter, 49k Eric Bittle doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to dating, but even he’s embarrassed for himself when he starts flirting on Tinder with a guy who has a weird cat obsession, abs so perfect they border on trashy, and DL in his profile. Eric Bittle also hates the office finance guy, Kent Parson, more than is probably healthy to hate one of your coworkers. These two things are in no way related. Or, the You’ve Got Mail AU that had to be written.

Perfect Strangers | summerfrost One-Shot, 13k Bitty never imagined he'd be pouring out secrets to Kent Parson, but here he is: curled up on the couch like it's housing his confessional, caught up in that strange late-night energy that makes honesty feel almost easy.

with a thousand sweet kisses | blithelybonny One-Shot, 7k Ten times Kent kisses a boy.

#bittyparse #tbh i dont even know their ship name #i just got really into their fic one day when i was desperate and here we are #bittyparse fanfic #omgcp fanfic #fanfic #omgcp #omg check please #check please

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fth2018offerings · 7 years ago

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omgpieplease (Matt) - FTH Contributor Page

See omgpieplease (Matt)’s works here and here!

To contact the seller before bidding, please email [email protected]

If you have a very specific prompt and are not flexible, it’s best to contact the seller before bidding, even if it fits within their listed parameters. If you are asking for a specific kink, always ask first.

Charities these auctions benefit: American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), Planned Parenthood, Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), Translifeline, The Trevor Project

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omgpieplease (Matt)’s offerings:

omgpieplease (Matt) Auction #1

Type of fanwork: fan art Subtype(s): N/A Fandom(s): Check Please! Highest rating creator will work with: M (mature) Length: N/A Especially interested in: I'm partial to Zimbits and showing the hockey aspect(s) of the story, but I'm up for anything! (I've got no problems drawing Kent Parson ;D) Unwilling to address:

Minimum Bid: $5

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Thanks for participating in Fandom Trumps Hate!

#omgpieplease #matt #fandom: omgcp #fth #fandomtrumpshate #fanwork: fan art

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backwardscapsmh · 4 years ago

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Thanks for relentlessly mocking parse w me. It is my happy place (hate hATE HATE SKDBDKDBV)

absolutely no problem! i love to hate that man.

like look at him....not dealing with his emotions in a healthy way and wearing a white and blue CHECKERED shirt to a COLLEGE PARTY with a BLACK HAT! sir.....learn to shop outside of the kohl’s men section, you’re literally a millionaire. do better

#i live for your parse rants #he deserves it #draco malfoy looking ass #this is a kent parson hate page #kent #omgcp #asks

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smokesontheroof · 7 years ago

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OOooh Okay So I was tagged by @andrewminyarrr ! Thanks for tagging, Idk if you realized what you were gonna be in for. Prepare. This is actually going to be good because I can see visually where all my projects are instead of having a billion different lists ok. This could get long. Ahhh I’m not going to tag anyone because this kinda got away from me lol please consider yourself tagged if you want to do it! Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever. 1) A piece! (Actually probably 4- one “big” one and 3-4 little ones) for the Dishonored Big Bang!!! I’ve been putting this off because I had been working so long on my Give Your Back to Me Zine comic but now I’m fighting a deadline and it’s A LIL stressful but I like what I’ve got so far I just hope it’s ok??? I’ve never done a Big Bang before so I hope I’m on the right track haaahaaha.

2) A piece for the AFTG Big Bang! Which I still need to get started on so I don’t actually have a physical WiP but I’ve got WiPs on my mind so it counts ok haha.

3) A Check,Please! Related commission (Jackparse (aka Jack Zimmermann/Kent Parson)) which I am SO eager to work on I have to force myself to work on these other things first. Self denial man. I am....not very good at it. Regardless, I’m super excited about it. I have Plans. (Commission info here)

4) Another OmgCP commish (of Ransom <33) Still in thumbnail stage.

5) A non-fandom commish for a long time commissioner for an opening/closing title page for his podcast....this is one of the things I have been putting off to work on number 3 >.>

6) Another non-fandom commission to fill a sketchbook. I’m working with the commissioner’s rpg characters and the world in which it’s set which is SUPER cool, but also there’s SO MUCH freedom It’s kind of intimidating and it makes me freeze up whenever I think about working on it so THAT S NOT VERY FUN. but I got some good progress done on a page yesterday so there’s hope for this weekend.

Wip images Here and Here

ok ok now we’re on to purely personal projects with no deadlines/obligations (but also things I haven’t worked on in months and might not work on for more months) So I’m gonna put this under a cut cuz this could get long and irrelevant

7) I sketched out a couple things based on this post >.> by @fabbittle So I kinda hope to finish that this weekend but I mean look at the rest of what I’ve got going on haaaahaha so who knows. 8) Uhhhhhh I’ve got a sketchpage (2 actually??) of some characters that Idk I felt ‘em for a while but now I’m not entirely sure if I liked the trajectory i had so I might want to revisit. but it was like. a Catholic-raised, trans, werewolf photographer (read: complete self insert), a park ranger, and a medical examiner and like they’re good sketches, I like where the character designs were headed but idk shit about story. 9) A LONG TIME AGO I was planning on doing some mock magazine illustrations and layouts about my fam’s (fam = myself, gf, & our partners) homestead kinda thing...like the ideas are still good, I still like them, so once this summer calms down (got the above listed projects, top surgery, a trip out west, etc. lots of things going on) I would like to revisit those. 10) A LONG LONG time ago (idk like a year and half maybe 2 lol) I was working on a tarot deck. I have more sketches than these two but: The Fool The Magician And then there’s the list of things that I kind of count as works in progress because I think about them a lot. This is my “To Draw” list. I already have a pretty extensive one for AFTG typed out -I really want to draw some of the *places* from TRC like Adam’s parents’ trailer, 300 Fox Way,Cabeswater, etc. -I want to do a couple tarot inspired drawings of the Raven Boys (and others) My Check Please To-Draw list - I want to try my hand at doing portraits of Actual Hockey Players in the same vein as these pieces: Jack Kent Georgia -storyboard of Jack & Kents feelings regarding eachother post-OD inspired by and directly correlating to (in the form of music video storyboards/comic) the song “Hate Me” by Blue October -MORE NHL!BITTY -something with Bad Bob, Uncle Wayne and Uncle Mario -Kent Parson + crop top + desert -MORE PUNK AU -Bitty in the penalty box (based on that gif of Conor Sheary) “PLAY PROUD” magazine covers/spreads (aka my fake gay sports magazine that I have too much fun thinking about) I already have THIS ONE and then I’ve got this one as a thumbnail but I’d like to revisit that, and I’d like to DO MORE using it as a platform for illustration&text about aftg and omgcp. <3 With that in mind I forgot I also want to draw literally all these fictional athletes at the olympics.

#to draw #remember #my stuff #wip meme #to-do list

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appleschloss · 8 years ago

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HAPPY 10K MANDY

My friend, @princesscas just hit 10k followers recently and I’m soooo proud of her and I wanted to make something but I didn’t even know what to make.

And then this came to mind. SO.

Just for you, to celebrate, here are some random and semi-crack headcanon/AUs!

(all Destiel mind you)

(this is kinda long so under the cut)

-Furry AU!

Where Cas is a fuckin adorable ass, famous Fursona who goes to tons of cons and no one knows who he is and Dean went to like a Comic Con deal with Sam (this is like normal verse so no demons) and Cas is there and he’s like, intrigued, never seen a furry before. For some reason (insert reason here) Sam knows of him, cause maybe Sam’s gone to like anime cons and gaming cons with Jess and Dean ends up like idk. END GOAL = they date and Dean is Cas’s handler and Cas always acts hella cute around dean.

-Cat!AU

They’re cats. All of them. Nothing changes beside that everyone is cats.

-Check, Please!AU

**Dean = Jack

**Sam = Shitty (they are separated at birth - JUST DONT QUESTION IT)

**Bobby = Coach Murray (or other Coach)

**John = Bad Bob (badass best hockey player ever)

**Mary - Alicia (obvi - probs played women’s hockey before. Badass actress/model)

**Cas - Bitty (how fuckin cute am i right)

**Jess/Jody - Lardo (either go with Shardo ship or like more personality based????)

**Kevin - Ransom

**Charlier - Holster (we’re ignoring genders here. Also bros for life)

**Crowley - Dex (cause he’s usually kinda high strung)

**Gabe - Nursey (cause he’s chill) (also he and Crowley would totes fight)

**Chuck - John Johnson

**Garth - Chowder

**Benny - Tater

**Michael - Kent Parson

**Luci - Fry Guy

((I warned you that some of these were crack. I ACTUALLY LIKE HAD TO REARRANGE THAT THO))

-Transformers AU

Dean and Sam are like Sam Witwicky (maybe they’re twins. Or they just, alter the plot of the 2007 movie to two people) and Cas is Bumblebee and Bobby is Optimus Prime aaand Crowley is Megatron and Gabe is Jazz (cause Jazz dies xD) Chuck is the AllSpark ummmm Ruby is Bone Crusher and Lillith is Star Scream aaand Garth is Ratchet and ummm Samuel Campbell is Iron Hide

Idek

(is it bad that I didn’t have to look up any of those? like the Transformer characters)

-Twilight!AU

Cas is Bella. Dean is Edward. Idek about the rest. Bobby is probably Carlisle. Who would Jacob be? Maybe Crowley?

-Craigslist!Modelling Job AU

Dean is at a party with Charlie and Benny and a few other friends and they play Truth or Dare (”Guys, this is college. Why are we playing this?” - Kevin “Because it’s fun! Or are you just chicken?” -Charlie)

Dean gets dared to accept one random ad on craigslist. Charlie takes him to a random page.

This is the ad that catches his eye.

“Need a model. class project. i can’t pay much but i can get you pizza and drinks.”

Cas is the photographer. It actually is for a class project. Cas doesnt act flustered but he’s totally blushing during the shoot. Dean gives him his number. You know what happens next.

-Stripper!Dean!AU

Cas goes to Gabe’s bachelor party and Dean is a stripper and gives Cas a lap dance and Cas was like so against coming to here cause he’s a Good Boy™ but he gets so like turned on and hot damn Dean is sexy.

Dean slips Cas his number and they go on a cute coffee date and Cas just like isn’t sure how to act because “I’ve seen you naked already?? And you totally knew I had a boner?? What are we??”

-GTAV!AU

Cas is Michael. Dean is Trevor.

Bam. Best AU.

-YouTube!AU

Cas is a cute ass blogger who does random collabs and travelling videos and occasionally does silly cooking stuff. His fans love him because of how genuine and like happy and smiley and just a really sweet guy. Does lots of charity work. His best friend Charlie is on sometimes, and his brother Gabe is in sometimes too when he comes for visits he loves to hop into the background and be like “YOU BETTER KEEP THIS IN THE FINAL CUT.”

Dean wanted to record him rebuilding Baby from the ground up one time and Sam edited it and made it more like a timelapse and told him he should put it on YouTube, so he did, for shits and giggles, and people really liked it. So now he does timelapses of him deconstructing and cleaning/reconstructing guns. As well as cars and other mechanical work. He’s done a few tutorials and Q&A’s. He also has a second channel, that he didn’t tell him main channel about, where he posts videos of him playing the guitar and singing covers of his favorite songs. (He keeps his face out of them).

Cas and Dean probably meet at a VidCon and become good friends.

They start dating and don’t ever announce it, but the fandom ships it so hard because of how cute/flirty they were at the con. They start noticing that Cas is wearing what appear to be Dean’s shirts, and some fans are in denial, and they ask both questions but they always just shrug it off.

Until one time, Dean wanders into one of Cas’s vlogs in only flannel pajama pants, holding two mugs of coffee, and hands one to Cas, gives him a kiss on the cheek with a husky. “Morning sunshine.”

They start posting cute ass couple pictures after it and its just so cute.

-Olympic!AU

Dean is either a marksmen or a martial artist. I can’t decide. Gabe is a sports photographer and Cas is a professional ice skater and he follows Gabe to one of Dean’s things and they end up talking after cause Gabe is at his interview after (he won gold obvi) and Dean was like “I liked your routine.” and Cas is like “You know me???” and Dean says Sam always loved the ice sports and because of Sam he took a liking to ice skating and he skates sometimes but he thinks its really cool. (Sam is olympic volleyball player as a side note.) but they exchange numbers and hang out more and watch Sam play and its hella cute and they kiss.

-Singer!AU

Cas is a famous singer and Gabe is his quirky brother. Anna is his manager. Dean and Sam get hired as bodyguards. Dean and Cas hit it off and try *not* to date but they totally do.

Also Sabriel.

They have to hire new bodyguards. Anna hates them. (not really, but she’s like “For real guys??”)

Jody gets hired. She’s badass. Charlie is Dean’s best friend and dying cause he is dating Cas, who she loves. Also Kevin is Sam’s and like is also jealous.

Bobby’s their adopted Dad.

-Post!Apocalypse!Vampire!Weird!AU

(long ass name ik but this is a random fuckin idea i thought of years ago and will never do anything with so i’m going to do my best to explain it here and share it with you)

SO. Heaven and Hell went to war, the world got *wasted*. A lot of angels fell and so did demons and their powers have been like diminished. The world is a wasteland and divided into segments and the demons kind of run the place and segments. The angels hide.

Dean and Sam are reincarnated. There is minimal food in this world and because of things and whatever, everyone drinks blood of various degrees to stay alive. Like they dont need much, but they need it. (If you’re rich, you have a lot of blood. It does make you stronger, but you can be fine with minimal).

Blood is also a currency. Animal blood is included in this, but its worth less than human blood.

So. Dean and Sam lost their parents early on, and Dean has always been caring for/fending for Sam. He gets caught stealing books, which are like rare as fuck but he hated that no one was reading them and he felt they were being wasted. (He was going to return them. He was a quick reader. He didn’t think they’d even miss them)

Anyways. Sam goes to jail. The price to free him (cause either he’s a repeat offender or the demon is like Alistair/another demon who recognizes their souls and ups the price cause they can) is like 4/5 liters of blood. Human blood. Sam tells Dean not to pay for it, he’ll be fine, but Dean pays with his own blood of course (cause thats how the whole human blood thing works. Rich people can pay in other people that they own but like you pay in your own blood normally).

Dean is like hella weak after this and tells Sam he’s fine. He takes a day off of work but his arm (where he cut himself) gets infected and like he gets really pale and collapses a few days later.

Sam packs up all of their stuff and takes them to a miracle healer he’d heard about through the rumor mill.

Surprise. It’s Cas. And Gabe is with him.

Cas freaks out, cause they thought Sam and Dean were dead. Gabe stops Cas from telling him, tho, and like they heal Dean and Dean gets like a frickin flashback while he’s unconscious and being healed of like his previous life.

Also they have a horse named Impala. It was their fathers and its like the only thing they really own besides their tiny shack.

At some point, they get their memories back. They become friends with Gabe and Cas and like, maybe find some of the other fallen angels, and potentially even Crowley and like, do something? That’s all though.

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That was more than I thought it’d be. And some of them actually got serious lol.

ANYWAYS.

I know it’s not a lot but I hope they made you smile and just, congrats Mandy! Happy 10k!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

#princesscas #congrats mandy #congrats on 10k followers #my writing #destiel #random thoughts #headcanons #idek #do ya'll even remember things being called crack #brings me back to my ff.net days #best

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