#( c: weston )

[vanna-huang]

WHERE: Outside of ....Silver Creek Ranch!

@wesparkcr

Vanna couldn't stop thinking about the hills of Briar Ridge, an image she couldn't help but associate with her hometown. The other day, she caught sight of it as she drove around town in her mother's car— the sight of horses tugging at her heartstrings. Encountering Cameron so early shifted something. It frightened her, as it felt like a warning sign of an impending end. Even though it didn't turn out as badly as she anticipated, it only increased her skepticism. Why was this all happening so fast? Her mother had already organized a welcoming party that would probably occupy the entire block. It had been less than a week, yet it felt like a month had passed. And all Vanna could think about were those hills. Pulling up to the ranch, Vanna rests her elbow out the window. She rests her head on her arm, taking in the sights. The sky was clear, with clouds far off in the distance. The distant sounds of horses made Vanna's ears perk, her eyes scanning for them. She felt as though she were back in middle school; the eagerness that rushed through her upon seeing a horse for the first time was ingrained in her memory. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but a spark of inspiration ignited within her—why had she never tried painting a horse before?

Vanna reaches for her phone, holding it sideways as she takes photos of the ranch in front of her. After taking a few pictures, she brings the screen back to her and scrolls through them, feeling dissatisfied. This ranch definitely belongs to someone. She nodded to herself, jutting her head out the window as she looked around. I definitely shouldn't step onto their property just to take better photos. Holding onto the handle, Vanna opens the door, stepping out. I'll just be in and out— really fast. Superfast. Phone in hand, she starts walking off, eyes focused on the perfect image of a horse on the hill before her. God, that's— She pulls out her phone. Like I wasn't even here.

[maricabrera]

WHO: @wesparkcr WHERE: Parker Family Home Hallway, the Night of the Halloween Party

With the sheer amount of tequila and Jell-O shots she'd ingested tonight, Mari shouldn't have been awake. In fact, Mari had climbed into bed with her two best friends absolutely exhausted and ready to succumb to the sleep that had been weighing down her eyelids as she'd removed her makeup and changed out of her costume. However, she'd only gotten about an hour of sleep before being awoken by some sound within the house. By then, both Lia and Holly were deep in their drunken REM sleep and Mari, try as she might, simply couldn't follow suit.

Instead, she slowly made her way out of the bed and tiptoed her way towards the kitchen. Maybe a glass of water would help. Except she didn't make it that far. Somewhere in her inebriated conscious, her feet steered her away from the kitchen and solace of a cool glass of water and instead deposited her at Wes's bedroom door.

Standing there for a moment, the brunette hesitated, a quick internal debate happening. There was a smarter part of her brain, a possibly sober part, that told her to turn around and go back to bed. But the reckless, self indulging, larger part of her brain said to knock. So she did. Once. Twice. Three times, before taking a step back and waiting. She listened for movement behind the door as she rocked from her heels to the balls of her feet and back again, only stopping when the door opened and she was face to face with a man who frustrated her in a way she couldn't describe. "Trick or treat."

[bellstrom]

WHERE: Firefly Brewery

WHEN: 7 years ago... during lunch!

@wesparkcr & @hollyparkcr (featuring: Ulla Hellström)

Benny had gotten used to routines. He managed to gain a lot of experience during his ten years away from home— away from family. Though, now that they were within reach... within his vicinity, Benny found it difficult to face them. He had already heard from his mother how she managed to get back in touch with the Parkers; all he had to do was fall in line and carry on like he did back in Chicago. Benny thought it would be easy, but when he thought he saw the back of Holly's head one time at Chapmans, Benny darted towards the exit.

He wasn't sure how much his mother and sister had shared with the Parkers. They had to know something - they had to know what happened... right? His mother had reassured him that everything was okay now, but the idea of what his cousins must think of him made it difficult to face them - any of them. It had been a month and a half since Benny arrived in Briar Ridge. He knew he had to face them sooner or later.

"Hey, Mom," Benny greets, hurrying into the brewery as he kisses his mother's cheek and settles across from her. "Sorry, I'm late. We suddenly got hit with a rush, and I had to stay back for a bit." Benny's eyes darted toward the extra plate sitting beside her, meeting her gaze with a quizzical look. He looks beside himself, his defensiveness kicking in. Why was there an extra setting? His mother reached out for his hand and brushed it lightly. "Thank you for taking the time, Bug." Benny feels his stomach settle, his childhood nickname grounding him. "Thank you for coming home."

His brows twist, clenching his jaw as he takes hold of her hand, gripping it harder. Of course, he means to say. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. "—Anyway," she smiles, returning her hand to her side. Ulla straightens her posture, noting the sight of her nephew's arrival from out the window. "I know you have to get back to work soon. But I wanted to talk to you about your cousins." Raising his chin, Benny hums, folding his arms across his chest. "You know they've been wanting to see you. Don't you think it's time?" He hums again, looking down with a scrunched nose. There will never be a perfect time and he knew that for a while now. That was the scary part. Benny sighs, exhaling.

[esra-ulusoy]

Esra watched him intently, a slight nervousness bubbling beneath her unwavering stare. Her brows knitted together in concentration for a moment before they softened, revealing her curiosity as she started to unravel the layers of the man before her. Wes stood in stark contrast to Rahmi; while Rahmi radiated arrogance, Wes projected a misleading aura that obscured his true gentleness. Esra sensed that he might not intend to be so easily decipherable, yet she could keenly perceive the weight of her innocent question as it lingered in the air, making him hesitate.

When he finally found the words to respond, a sense of understanding washed over her. The revelation that Wes was a bull rider caught her off guard—not in the way she had anticipated. Initially, she felt a jolt of surprise, for she had never encountered anyone who engaged in such a daring pursuit. Then, a flicker of recognition sparked in her mind. Her brows drew together as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, her gaze tracing the contours of his face. At that moment, she began to truly see him and hoped, with rising anticipation, that she had uncovered his identity correctly.

Tempted to share the news about their mutual friend, she found herself hesitating as he continued to speak. He was being so vulnerable and honest—almost the way she wished she could be with him. For a moment, her shoulders slumped as guilt began to churn in her stomach. When he eventually looked at her, she broke her gaze, pressing her lips together with a soft hum. "Purpose..." she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "My purpose is to be a trophy wife," she joked, quickly realizing it might be too soon for a comment like that. Her smile falls gently, peering her gaze up towards him once again. "You seem to really love bull riding. Why is that?"

Wes didn't expect her to shift the attention back to him; and though her question was otherwise innocent, he didn't expect her to ask something so loaded, at least for him. What do you do, Wes? He shifted slightly under her gaze, feeling a little out of place and.. in all honesty, like he was under a microscope. The rational part of him, however, knew that she wasn't, knew that.. he didn't have to have all the answers. "I uh," he began, his voice softening a bit. "I used to ride bulls professionally." What did he do now? Resting his elbows upon his knees as he leant forward, he rubbed his face with his hand. His eyes flickered to her briefly, noticing how deep in thought she seemed. "Now, I.. well, if I'm honest," because why did it feel so freeing to be completely open with a stranger? But part of him thought that maybe if he shared something deeper, she wouldn't feel so alone. "I feel like I don't really have purpose anymore. I'm hoping to work that out in the new year. How about you?"

[r0bins-repert0ire]

SDMP DESIGNS GO!! my streamers <3 feel free to ask about em in the replies :J

[bldrdsh]

@poisonpicked / wes landry

He pauses momentarily, glancing at his little brother before offering a small grin and canting his head to the side.

"You think Roxie's gonna perform in the bar tonight? Dad said we could go and watch if she does."

SUFFICE IT TO SAY he's still surprise Jamie let them do something like that, but both their dads are allowing them to go. Almost unheard of, but he suspects that the two of them strongly believe in support amongst the siblings.

[hellomissmedia]

Devin Weston when he sees Trevor walking up to him during Option C:

[kiillmeromantically]

status: closed

based: linked in source

with: @hedonistiics

she had practically pleaded with her father to pick her up from work that night. it wasn't ideal for her to even have to ask for a ride. yet her step mother had just needed the truck that billie usually drove. her father apparently had something else to do but he told her not to worry. already she knew what that meant and it was something that she wanted to avoid. her step brother was going to be picking her up. ever since her father had married her life had been turned upside down and not in a good way. of course she had tried to get along with him but she realized quickly how foolish that was. especially with the way that he behaved and some of the things that had occurred. things that she hadn't told anyone else. she had been waiting outside of the bar and one of the servers offered to wait considering how late it was. he was offering to light her smoke when she realized she saw headlights approaching. instantly she froze, the cigarette poised in her hand. only to groan as the car practically slammed to a stop and she instantly shoving her co worker away," thanks! you can go!" he seemed confused but he was listening as she heard the car door opening and then rushed footsteps. billie instantly turned to see the pissed expression on his face," before you even start," she said quickly," he was just being nice since it's late and it's dark out."

[paseodementiras]

King Kong

Capítulo I

Ni siquiera en la oscuridad del crepúsculo y tras el manto de nieve que flotaba ligeramente, el Wanderer era algo más que un modesto y viejo carguero de cabotaje.

-Délos W. Lovelace según el argumento de Edgar Wallace y Merian C. Cooper

[xrhettmatthews]

Special Delivery for @westonxbelmont

Rhett always made it a point to go to reception at least once a day to see who was arriving at the Haus. There were always new faces and Rhett just loved to meet them. He was a friendly guy and he always thought that it was worthwhile to have a friendly face greet you at such a large, overwhelming place like the Haus of Perses. He didn't really have anything like that, and he sure wished he did. Honestly, that was the propellent for a lot of things that Rhett did. When he thought of something that he would like and never received, he made sure to do that for someone else.

Spotting a man finishing check, the Brit moved over towards the desk, and he put on that signature smile of his, "Hello, darling." He greeted, "This place is gigantic, so I wanted to give you a hand with directions or something if you needed it." Rhett had wandered aimlessly around the island for a few days until he figured it out. He was bad with directions, so it tended to take him a minute to figure it out, "I'm Rhett, it's a pleasure. Welcome."

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

DC x DP Fic idea: The Royal Consort

Wesley Weston runs a blog after getting over his desire to expose Danny's secret- primarily due to no one believing him- and no one pays attention to it since almost all of Casper high school has one too.

The difference between the hundreds of other blogs is that one of his pictures of Phantom is clear. A perfectly uncorrected image of the famous ghost, whereas nearly all other pictures are blurry due to ghosts disrupting cameras. Even Wes isn't sure how he managed to capture him so well.

Another difference between his blog and others is that one of his followers happens to be John Constantine, who followed the kid a long time ago due to the fanfiction of the Bats and found them hilarious.

John opens his phone app, expecting a new chapter to the Bruce Wayne/Superman fic, and spits out his tea upon seeing the High King of the Dead casually in the human world. Horrified that the King has not been appropriately welcomed- which could lead to a war that the humans would never win- he calls an emergency Justice League and Justice League Dark meeting.

It didn't help that they had allowed a county to pass the anti-ecto laws, which ruined any attempt to appease the Ghost King once the news broke to the public. The League still worried about a declaration of war even after they demolished the laws and the United Nations had the States apologize on humans' behalf.

They quickly discover High King Phantom has been visiting Earth for almost three years. Before his coronation, Phantom had not been outside the Infinite Realms very often though he has appeared throughout history. Cave drawings date back thousands of years before the first ancient Egyptians, but he's visits are few and short.

Life would naturally send him back to the Realms because he had too much power and ectoplasm. After taking the throne, his powers only grew, which meant someone had to summon him as the only way for him to stay on Earth longer than an hour.

Now as King, he appeared only within the small town of Amity Park daily. Why?

John sighs. "He has an anchor. Someone is tying him to this plane. Like the helmet for Nabu, which allows Doctor Fate to exist here without being launched back to the Infinite Releams, Phantom has bonded himself. And I know who that is"

He pulls up a class photo on Weston's blog and points to a boy wearing a particular necklace.

"Danny Fenton is wearing the official Royal Consort of the Infinite Realms symbol and has been since he was fourteen. Phantom's husband may be our only hope to salvage the terrible mess the USA's bloody GIW placed the rest of us in."

Danny loved the necklace he found in Pariah Dark's old haunt. He inherited Pariah's haunt and everything inside once he was crowned and hasn't taken it off since. He didn't think it would be an issue. It's not like it would out his secret to his parents or anyone else since it was in Ghost Speech. Even he didn't know what it said.

Then one morning he comes down for breakfast only to have the most important members of the Justice League sitting in his living room waiting to greet him.

Desperate to keep his halfa status a secret, Danny must convince the entire world watching him, that he's just a human who scandalously eloped at age fourteen with one of the strongest beings in the mulitverse.

Jack's horrified "We were shooting my son-in-law this whole time" because a meme that trends for months.

[vanna-huang]

WHERE: Paradise Resort and Spa... New Year's Bash!

@wesparkcr

If Vanna had known there were other Huángs at the resort for New Year's, she would have thought twice about attending. Her eagerness to see Cameron and spend time with him—after only texting for weeks—took precedence. However, if she had received a bit of a warning, she might have planned differently—like choosing a dress that could handle a potential tumble after playing drinking games with her competitive cousins, for instance. "Pok Gai!" Vanna shouts, hitting the ground, her butt landing in the dirt. A string of curses flew from out her mouth, her cousins both terrified and full of laughter as one helped her to her feet, backing away as soon as she was able to stand. "You're all dead as soon as I'm back—" she warns, hurrying off to find a napkin. After making it back inside the ballroom, Vanna was quick to find her best friend almost immediately. She lunges for him, pulling him towards her and against the wall near a dark corner. "There you are!" she calls, looking around before turning to get a good look at him. "How haven't we seen each other yet? It's been hours since I got here," she shakes her head, pausing when the vision of him truly sinks in. "Wait..." a grin creeps onto her face, tilting her head as she tugs at his sweater, eyes going over the state of his hair. "You are so handsome, Wes," she beams, pulling at his sleeves. "Holly got this for you, didn't she?" After a beat, she waves her hand, turning around. "Do I have anything on my butt? I fell in the dirt," she groans, turning her head around. "By the way, is Selin back in town or something? I could've sworn I saw her earlier."

[alex-washington-rackets]

@westonbacts

Whats a gorgeous drink of water like yourself finding PSU? It's great teaching the next generation but im always itching to get out there and do more things.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE "BATTERY HUMANS" ERA, YEARS BEFORE "THE MATRIX" -- WELCOME TO 1984.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on guitarist Stig C. Miller, guitarist for UK crust punk/dark punk/post-punk band AMEBIX, performing live in Leeds, UK, c. 1984, playing an old Westone reportedly spray-painted with black car paint. "And, no, those are not leather trousers, that is the sheen of accumulated filth." -- STIG MILLER

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3450582009441909304.

[andyholliday]

There never is a right time with you.

When you were around we were more than good, but nothing ever came before your work and eventually even when you were home, you weren't. It's why as much as part of me was surprised when you broke it off and left, part of me wasn't.

It was the wrong time to have a relationship with me, Andy, and I see that now. I can only apologize so many times for not appreciating you and giving you what you deserved.

We were good when I was around, weren't we?

[bldrdsh]

Jamie's kids ( rose, dorothy, adam, wes, and roxie ) all have some ties to the Minutemen, EVEN if they don't fully join.

Rose, Dorothy & Adam do all enlist, with Rose winding up as a Lieutenant relatively quickly, Dorothy enlisting as a nurse, and Adam as a weaponsmith.

Roxie & Wes, while not enlisting directly, do actually contribute by Roxie performing across a couple of the Minutemen's settlements, and Wes being a sort of traveling merchant who uses his scavenging to help whatever Minutemen he comes across