#kentparsonbirthdaybash

[omgpieplease]

Heya Long time no see!  So I was commissioned by @kentparsonbirthdaybash to draw something based my favorite submission to their 48 Hour Draft Challenge (in which folks were encouraged to submit angsty Kent-centric headcanons)! The one that got me was from @rushingsnowy​:

Kent Parson thought he was doing pretty great at moving past Jack Zimmermann, but ever since the Center Ice Kiss, media has been hounding him for his thoughts and haven't let him forget what he'd had, what he'd wanted and what he'd lost.

It made me want to hearken back to Kent as he appears in -2:08 (Parse Part II) -3:07 (LVA @ PVD Part I) and -3:26 (Cup V- Post)  because this hc is just the natural progression from those moments and I don’t know how he’d be able to keep it all in. 

[missionlameturtle]

@kentparsonbirthdaybash I understand if you do not want to include this bit of crossover crackfic that did not actually turn out all that supernatural, but here it is regardless!

Ah, the Fritty AU, the gift that keeps on giving.

Ray Vecchio (sometimes known as Ray Kowalski), Ray Vecchio (sometimes known as Armando Langoustini), and Kent Parson (who has never, to his knowledge, gone undercover, unless you count fake IDs before he turned 21) walked into bar. If this sounds like a joke that’s because it is, kind of--Kent knew Armando as one of the “silent partners” bankrolling the team, knew Ray Kowalski as the man who found his first apartment for him and kept him in Kleenex when he moved in alone, knew Despondency’s gritty rum burn like the back of his hand. The three together was something that should have only happened in a fever dream, but here, by the grace of Benton Fraser and Ma Vecchio, they sat.

“You shouldn’t have hired him,” Ray hissed across his shoulders at Ray.

“How was I supposed to know he’s the kid’s ex?” Ray Vecchio (the real one) grumbled. “Besides, it’s an important life skill, learning how to work with your ex. Shows you’ve moved on.” Ray Kowalski (who would never ever admit that his first name was Stanley, no matter how much more convenient it would make things) glared at him, unimpressed, and Vecchio grinned the grin of a man who knows that he’s got 178 pounds of hockey player between himself and retribution. “Worked for you, didn’t it?” He continued, blowing a mocking kiss.

Kowalski snarled. “You asshole, I don’t know how I put up with you sometimes. Kent, kick ‘im.” 

Without looking up from his drink, Kent did. 

“Hey!” Kowalski smirked and stuck out his tongue. Vecchio rubbed his forehead and sighed. “I’m married to an infant, Christ.”

Kent, who was long since over the shock of seeing Jack standing in the middle of his cousin’s investigation agency, neck deep in files, but far from over having been expected to make nice with him at Sunday dinner, was not sure how all of this flirting was supposed to cheer him up. He picked up his drink and slunk over to the corner to talk to the only rational person in all of Chicago.

“Hey, Gritty. How’s your son doing? Will, right?”

Gritty waved at the orange blob beside him, which shivered for a moment and then was Dex again. 

“I still can’t believe I’m related to Kent Parson,” Dex told him, in a tone that implied that the experience was a bit like being related to moldy socks.

Kent snorted. “Only technically.” Dex looked up with a challenge in his eyes, and Gritty looked between them, grinning, remembering the scene Benton had described as Ray Kowalski and Ray Vecchio’s first real meeting. 

Oh yes. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

(credit for the ideas of RayK & Kent Parson being related & Kent having known RayV as Langoustini to @transhockeys)

[samwellstudentunion]

Events in the Check, Please! Fandom May 13-May 19

Ngozi @ TCAF

Dates: May 12-13 Event Website: Here

Kent Parson Birthday Bash Sign-Ups

Dates: May 6-20 More Info: @kentparsonbirthdaybash

OMGCP Big Bang Sign Ups Open

Dates: May 19-June 23 (writers) & May 19-Sept 14 (artists) More Info: @omgcpbigbang2018

And that’s it for the week! Check out the full Calendar here and be sure to let us know about any Check, Please! events you hear about!

[teluete]

I was commissioned by the lovely people of the @kentparsonbirthdaybash for the 48 hour draft challenge!

I picked a prompt by @omghappinessplease: 

“Instead of flying to move to Vegas after being drafted Kent drove cross country, trying to forget about everything behind him and before the draft, and focus on the road ahead”

I’d never drawn a car before, but I was possessed by the spirit of the Cardigan’s video for My Favourite Game haha!

[pwoops]

@kentparsonbirthdaybash Parse Prompt Week Day 2: Ice

From having undeniable chemistry on the ice, to being friends, and then lovers.

Or, Kent convinces Jeff to get multiple ice sculptures for their wedding.

[leviathan]

omgcp social media { ! ) click for full size — kent parson, instagram (for @kentparsonbirthdaybash)

[siriuslyarrogant]

@kentparsonbirthdaybash

Prompt week day one: Kit

Some little headcannons:

• Kent doesn't own Kit , Kit owns Kent

• She only has to meow once and he will refill her food

• So Kent got her at the shelter and when he was picking out cats all the rest didn't hiss at him asides from Kit, so of course he fell in love right then

• So if you love your cat and have thousands of dollars you're gonna spoil your cat right? So Kent does this; he buys new toys, the fancy cat food and of course the most comfortable cat bed known to man.

• Kit sits in the old pizza box Kent forgot to pick up

[maeve-of-winter]

Pimms Fic: “All That Glitters”

Written for @kentparsonbirthdaybash

Prompt: Ice

Paring: Jack/Kent

The VIP lounge was very similar to the club itself, all shining white walls, chrome surfaces and modern furniture. The lights were soft and pulsating, shifting from various shades of red to blue to violet in scattered pools of color across the icy white tile. There was a private bar with an LED-illuminated counter stocked with top-shelf alcohol and staffed by two young and pretty platinum blonde bartenders, one guy and one girl. They offered flirtatious smiles and trays of cocktails to the Falcs as they entered the lounge, angling their bodies perfectly to emphasize what their clingy black clothing was already showing off.

Impressed, Snowy let out a low whistle as he flopped down into a cube-like white leather sofa. “Damn, this place is nice. That boyfriend of yours must have some good connections to get you in here, Zimmermann.”

Jack offered a neutral shrug. “I suppose he knows who to know,” he replied noncommittally.

“More power to him,” Marty said admiringly as he set down his drink on the glowing blue table and took a seat beside Snowy. “I always think of clubs as these loud, frantic places, but this setup is actually pretty relaxing.”

“Is good to relax,” Tater contributed, sitting down across from them. “Need to unwind after dirty game—all thanks to that rat Parson,” he added with a scowl.

“Easy, Tater,” Thirdy said consolingly. “The game’s over and done, so you might as well forget about it. Besides, that frown of yours might scare off Zimmermann’s boyfriend. Don’t you want to make a good impression?”   

“That is right,” Tater realized, his face immediately clearing of its stormy expression. “Do not want to frighten your boyfriend, Zimmboni,” he told Jack, patting him on the shoulder. “Will try very hard not to.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” Jack replied dryly.

“Speaking of your boyfriend,” Snowy added, glancing at his phone to check the time, “when is he going to get here? I thought you said he was going to meet us.”

“Let not your tender heart be troubled, Snowden,” drawled a familiar voice. “Here I am, coming to conquer.”

Striding across the polished floor was none other than Kent Parson, the shifting lights reflecting on his slicked-back blond hair. He wore black boots and a pair of tight pale grey jeans that made him look impossibly leggy despite not being that tall. The buttons on his black shirt were almost halfway undone, exposing a tantalizing amount of his collarbone and chest. He looked utterly at ease with the situation—more than that, even, he looked ready for a good time. 

“You!” Tater exclaimed, shooting bolt upright in his chair. “Why are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” Parson asked lazily, arching a blond eyebrow as he easily swung into Jack’s lap and perched there, perfectly relaxed. 

“Hey, Zimms,” he murmured to Jack, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You had a great game out there. If it wasn’t for me, you Falcs would have had us.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack replied, but his tone was fond rather than annoyed. Reaching back, he trailed a hand down Parson’s spine.

Thirdy and Marty exchanged surprised looks; it was clear neither of them had been expecting this development.

Marty cleared his throat. “So, uh, Parson. You’re Jack’s boyfriend, then. Well, er, thanks for getting us into this lounge.”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Thirdy chimed in.

“Great,” Snowy echoed, looking decidedly unenthusiastic, casting a vaguely irritated glance at Jack.    

Looking incredibly sheepish, Jack glanced away, but he also wrapped an arm around Kent’s shoulders, holding on tightly. 

The only one not to even make a partial effort at politeness was Tater.

“You are dating Parson?” he asked Jack, still sounding partially disbelieving, the look on his face more betrayed than angry. “This boyfriend you be talking about. The one you love so much. That be Parson entire time?”

“Guilty,” Jack admitted, a red flush spreading across his cheeks. “I was totally going to tell you guys,” he explained to all of them. “But, somehow, uh, it never seemed like the right time. But we’re very happy together,” he said, the confidence in his voice increasing as he mentioned his relationship with Kent. 

Tater just shook his head. “Cannot believe you are boyfriends,” he said mournfully, casting a reproachful look Jack’s way. 

Kent smirked at him. “It so happens you’re in luck, Mashkov. We’re not boyfriends.”

“Really?” Tater perked up slightly but then frowned again as he remembered he didn’t actually trust Kent. “This is joke?”

“Hardly.” Kent waved a hand in the direction of all the Falcs, and even in the dim light, it was impossible not to see the gleaming metal band on his ring finger that was inlaid with numerous diamonds. “Jack’s not my boyfriend.” Nuzzling against Jack’s neck, he placed a possessive kiss to his throat before straightening and looking at them all with a smug gaze. “He’s my husband.”

[karin848]

Used the “Kit” prompt from @kentparsonbirthdaybash to make this silly Kent Parson doodle that @halfdesertedstreets inspired a long time ago lol. Almost posting time for the gift exchange!! I’m very excited!!!!!

[willdexpoindexter]

Holy shit y’all I just read my gift from the @kentparsonbirthdaybash and !!!!????!!!! It’s amazing

hell of a feeling

Rated E, 3601 words, Kent/Tater

It’s so well done!!!! I’m in love. Go. Read it.

[pimmsweek]

Pimms Week 2019 is right around the corner!

Thanks to everyone who showed interest in participating in Pimms Week again this year! We pushed back this event this year to allow our participants more time to rest and work on their pieces after participating in @kentparsonbirthdaybash​ . In case you don’t already know, one of our Pimms events, the 48th Draft Challenge, has migrated to the Birthday Bash team and will be hosted on their blog this weekend! You still have time to come up with angsty headcanons for this year’s challenge. 
But back to the matter at hand: here are your prompts for this year’s Pimms Week! They’ve been hand chosen by our mod team to be broadly interpreted but also provide for maximum angst (which is something all Pimms shippers love).

August 18 - Hospital

August 19 - Spite

August 20 - Younger

August 21 - Smirk

August 22 - Growth

August 23 - Everything

August 24 - Anything (Free Day)

If you have any questions, feel free to drop a question in our inbox! We’re so excited to see what everyone comes up with this year.

[missionlameturtle]

okay but @flannelgiraffe given the prompt consider: Kent Parson/Sam Winchester

Sam, wandering the streets of Vegas while Dean squanders away his final days on beer and sex, bumps into someone who he recognizes from--somewhere. Desperate to avoid making a scene or having the cops called, he jumps in with the faint hope that the guy also doesn’t really remember him.

“Hey man, how’ve you been? Let me buy you a beer!”

Kent looks up and down the tall, broad, flannel-clad drink of water that just offered itself up to him and thinks to himself that his night just got a million times better.

@kentparsonbirthdaybash this is your fault jdlfj;asdf 

[sophiegaladheon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexei "Tater" Mashkov/Kent "Parse" Parson Characters: Kent "Parse" Parson, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Jack Zimmermann Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, (sort of), (sort of angst not sort of happy ending), (there’s definitely a happy ending), Miscommunication, Profanity, Alcohol, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Minor Injuries, Car Accidents, Light Angst, Domestic Fluff Summary: Kent Parson and Alexei Mashkov are not friends. And then they are. And then they're more.  Kent has no freaking clue how it happened, but he sure is glad that it did.

Creators have been revealed for the @kentparsonbirthdaybash so I thought I’d share the fic I pinchhit for the project!  There’s a lot of great work in the collection, so be sure to check it out! 

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

Anyone up for giving my @kentparsonbirthdaybash story a last minute beta read?

Just a quick look to point out grammatical errors, and confirm the whole thing actually makes sense.

If you’re interested, send me a chat message in the next ~30 minutes, and I’ll send you the gdocs link.

(If I don’t answer, assume I’ve already found someone.)

[pwoops]

@kentparsonbirthdaybash Parse Prompt Week Day 3: Supernatural

“Hockey will never work in the desert,” they said. But for all the incubi, jackalopes, dragons, and other supernaturals in the league, Las Vegas is the place to play.

Hockey in the desert has never been better.

[leviathan]

for the @kentparsonbirthdaybash​ prompt: supernatural

(my hockey ocs ref)

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“Fuck, marry, kill: Sam, Dean, and Cas. Go.”

Kent rolls his eyes, but Mercy jumps on Banksy’s question.

“Marry Dean for sure,” he starts without tearing his eyes from the TV. He tosses a handful of popcorn into his mouth while thinking about the rest. “Mmm. Fuck Sam, kill Cas.”

Kent squawks. “For real? Sam over Cas?”

“Uh, yeah, dude. Misha Collins’ eyes freak me out,” Mercy retorts.

“I don’t think we can be friends anymore,” Kent mutters, and Mercy shoves him. Kent grins impishly and shoves Mercy back.

“Children. Settle,” Swoops says from his spot on the couch behind and above where Kent is sitting on the carpet. “Daddy’s trying to watch the show.”

“Did you just call yourself Daddy?” Mercy and Kent crow in sync.

Kent cranes his head around to smirk up at Swoops, who just rolls his eyes and smacks the back of Kent’s head.

“Oh, fuck off. Maybe stop acting like children and I’ll stop feeling like the actual father of two infant linemates,” Swoops says. He nods towards Banksy. “Toss me another beer, eh?”

Kent and Mercy stop shoving each other, but Mercy props his feet up in Kent’s lap. Kent gives him a death glare but lets it happen.

Swoops’ hand says curled at the nape of Kent’s neck for the rest of the episode, and it’s hard to stay angry at anyone like that.