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Chris Weston: Dan Dare
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it doesn't feel real to me fellas. but I don't have time to sit by and chat and unload unfortunately so I'll just drop this and be on my way, cya kind folks very soon ✌️
not professional but I liked how his eye looked goddang it. I knew I was screwing myself but I did it anyway
#don't worry ill actually be screaming in my reblogs now and again if I dont get to make a post soon with my tremendous mound of m#messy words#guyz😫 i watched it 3 days ago and i still cant believe it happened#it's definetly cause i dropped out of the anticipation train for the last like what 5 months? just slapped me like a truck with a hand#bb jeezez christ im so happy fellas it's so goofy and best of all it feels safe(I COULD BE VERY WRONG)#ya know me tho. things in life be pretty tough so i keep my hoping and optimisim for the escapism spaces 🙏😌#anyway i can't stick around and tag ramble im afriad. if i don't come back soon#at the very least count on me during the summer!#.... but also no way im not atleast watching what everyone will be saying about this season#i have an ambition to draw something small after every episode release. so we'll see!#kuroshitsuji#black butler#kuroshitsuji fanart#fanart#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#digital art#weston college arc#black butler anime#kuroshitsuji anime#kuroshitsuji: kishuku gakkou hen
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I mean.... Makes sense lol. Like luthor knows those two don't appreciate safety nor morality, and thinks the second twin (Daniel) would take on the good habits (lack of morality) and learn from their bad habits (idiocy, lack of organization).
Ooh, it would be pretty cool if lex luthor would reveal in some big boss fight, that theres a heir, without even checking how Danny turned out. He just reveals that there is a heir and he's well hidden.
Obviously the justice league manages to locate the clone in the next two hours, tho.... There is the slight problem they aren't sure whether Danielle or Daniel are the one.
This all would result in the hero's scrambling to check whether their evil, who out of those two is actually the clone (jokes on them lmao) and what the actual fuck is going on with this town and why weren't they called yet.
Meanwhile Danny has the worst week ever. The ghost don't give him a break, math homework is even harder than usual and as a cherry on top, there are tourists in town. That's just what Danny needs when he's already stressing about his parents finally telling him who his bio parents are
When Lex cloned Superman, it resulted in two children. He decided to make good use of his accidental twins by making one his successor. After all, they also share his DNA right? He sends one of the twins to his old friends the Drs Fenton, whom he knows will educate the boy on all things science and engineering.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#this started as like /wow that makes sense/#but now kts more like /if i dont immdiietly write something i will explode/#jokes on me tho#im too tired to write lmao#i hope op doesnt mind the addition#if u do pls just tell me and ill delete this#also at first wes was my no 2 potential twin but hes a ginger so :/#nah nah jokes aside it just didnt make that mich sense. tho it def would be funny for the jl to come to wes to like officialy tell him to#stop doxxing ppl sibce thats the only thing they found on him#and he just opens the door an does 'finally! ive been waiting for so long to contact me!! you are here for my evidence that fenton is#phantom right?'#and the hero just sighs and is like 'no wes weston#this is an intervention. and official thing to say that youre superman's clone and all that jazz'#and wes just kidna#stops for a moment#before smoke literally starts coming out of his ears like 'OF COURSE HES A CLONE ON TOP OF A HALF GHOST JESUS CHRIST MAKE A BETTER SELF#INSERT!!'
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DCxDP Prompt 15 :
Danny/Wes idea, Demon Sibs Combined into it.
Short prompt and vague stuff. If I had to motivation I'll do some continuation to it but picture this.
DanyalDanny knows he's adopted, always had known especially since he was adopted as the Fenton's were out and about looking for ghosts back when he was merely 6, they found him all battered and bloodied up and immediately took him in as their own, Jazz was very pleased with a new little brother and she became her reason to stay and purpose to protect.
The Fentons aren't the best but they loved Danny, Danny could say the same as he was shocked to see their reactions when he first called them 'Mom' and 'Dad'. They burst into tears and pulled Danny into a love filled bear hug, Danny could say it was the most love he has ever felt.
But Danny, he would never talk about his past, no, no, he claimed amnesia. He felt subtle guilt when he lied about it but now it felt insignificant to worry about, after becoming a Halfa due to the portal accident, he found himself in the middle of simping A-listers and a conspiracy theorist who immediately clocked him upon sight(how did he do that??).
Wes Weston always had the affinity of finding out someone's identity behind a mask, he always voiced out these thoughts knowing no one would believe him but at times it can still get pretty annoying. Danny Fenton caught his eye, he never paid attention to the boy but he kept a secret tab on him, the way he walked felt stuff and subtly regal, the way he talked had a hidden southeast accent(?) that Wes couldn't pinpoint where came from.
Considering the Fact that Danny was adopted... Completely out of nowhere, the Fenton's picked up a boy from somewhere in the world and adopted him without question but Wes doesn't think that's suspicious since the Fentons ARE the Fentons after all.
What kept his tabs, and everything else come to life is when Phantom appeared, Kyle Weston, his brother refused to help and exempted himself from Wes's spiraling Theories piling up.
Wes immediately clocked Phantom as Danny, It's too obvious for Christ's sake, Fenton? PHANTOM? It was so original and unoriginal at the same time, Wes still forced his brother to listen and at some point Wes noticed Dash stopped bullying Danny after having Dash listen through Wes's Theoretical Rant.
Dash and Kyle want nothing to do with Danny, they don't have him, they just suspect Wes is secretly gay and his love language is comparing his crush to the awesome town vigilante ghost.
Everything is as normal as everyday until the GIW found out about Danny's identity, The Fenton Parents and Jazz weren't there when they took Danny away for 'Examination'. So Wes did what any normal person would do, pull out the exact blueprint and hidden passageway of The GIW Facility Base and Bust Danny out of there without getting the already wounded and partially open boy even more injured and in pain.
The Fenton parents did everything they could do to hide Danny as soon as they got home after Wes had contacted them somehow, they love their baby boy so much, He's their Danny, their Daniel, their Phantom.
Wes dragged Kyle into the mess, Not that Kyle had any options and thus. With the help of Jazz who was in Gotham for college, The Fenton Parents stayed behind to keep the GIW in Amity, And Wes along with his Begrudgingly Dragged Along Older Brother Kyle, Is heading to Gotham.
Did Danny anticipate that Wes and Kyle both have truth altering possibly also Reality Warping curse that they bend to their will, but then again sometimes they're too stupid and too human to use these curses to their advantage.
They arrived in Gotham and at first everything was Normal, Danny became the Handyman of their free and he'd fix anything for food and any of the sort. Especially candies for children who wanted their toys fixed, Wes was the weird quiet one who was deemed tough on the outside, soft on the inside because of how oddly kind he still was despite his first impressions.
Kyle was the chill one who was denser than rock in most occasions and jazz was the oldest one who was raising them(along with Kyle) as well as pursuing psychology.
Now here comes more of the DC part :
Wes starts to theorize about the bats, same old same old, Danny listens to them intently as Wes makes pretty good points about the identities(Except Bruce Wayne as Batman, cuz that guys a Total Himbo Billionare.)
Danny and Robin meet by pure coincidence. Danny recognizes him immediately, Damian impulsively taking off his mask and charging at Danny, Both knew they were not Clones of each other and Danny comes home with an unmasked Robin and not any of them feels that this is something out of place.
Going as far as serving Damian a plate of food and Danny introducing the Weston Siblings and Jazz. Jazz immediately mentally adopting Damian because he's her baby brother Twin thus he's just another little chick of hers.
For a while Robin takes time to have dinner on their house, Alfred obviously instantly notices but doesn't mention it Infront of others but merely tells Damian to stay safe and eat well.
The Batfam slowly notice the change of demeanor, Damian slowly getting less aggresive and acting softer and perhaps a tad bit too innocent like for their comfort, they finally follow him to the place he frequents and sneaks off to every night and they see him take off his mask and hug someone who's the exact replica of him, just blue eyes.
They see him drop his guard and become comfortable by their small dining table that fits 5 perfectly. If it weren't for his current costume at the time then he would have looked like a normal civilian boy.
Shenanigans Ensue. You guys can take it from here ✨
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#danny phantom fandom#dp x dc#dcxdp#dcu#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#dpxdc#demon twins#demon sibs#damian and danny are twins#wes weston#dcxdp prompt#dc x dp prompt#dpxdc prompts#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt#Danny would like to live normally with his family and twin#Damian trusts the Weston's and Jazz more than he trusts the batfam which says a lot#jazz becomes the family's (dangerous) therapist
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The Curse of Sight
Summary: When Wes Weston meets Time Drake-Wayne, the dots start connecting. And those dots form a Bat.
Word Count: 2690
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44788813
[Part 2]
When Wes Weston's parents divorced, they decided that he should stay with his dad in Amity Park. After all, small town Amity is much safer than big city Gotham, where his mother was moving in order to accept a promotion with Wayne Enterprises. Wes, in order to still see his mom, would visit her in Gotham every summer and every other holiday.
Of course, Amity soon became more dangerous than Gotham could even dream of thanks to the hell portal in the Fenton's basement that killed and bore Phantom, but whatever. No one ever listened to Wes anyway, and he learned to shut his mouth when Sam Manson shoved him against the lockers and asked him what he thought would happen to Danny Fenton if the Ghost Investigation Ward ever believed his “crazy as shit imagination.”
She was still playing the "Wes is crazy" game, even when defending her boyfriend.
Still, she was right. Danny was safer without him trying to convince Amity's negligent populace that Danny was Phantom. (Even if it absolutely drove him mad that no one but him was capable of making the connection between Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom.) So he shut up. He deleted his conspiracy theory blog and even asked Tucker Foley to wipe all remnants of its existence from the internet, a request which his classmate happily obliged. He even said, "I'm glad you're moving on from this whole Fenton-Phantom obsession, Wes."
Professional gaslighters, the lot of them.
So yes, Wes had thoroughly given up on the superhero ID evidence schemes by the time he left to visit his mom after his freshman year of high school. He had made peace with it and settled back into reading mystery novels or movies and solving the case before the protagonists in place of proving Phantom’s ID.
When he came to Gotham, he had to get a new library card so he could keep up with his mystery novel hyperfixation. He happens to take just a little too long in the library, so by the time he has a nice stack of books to check out, it's dark outside.
Great, walking back to my mother's apartment in the dark in Gotham. Seems super safe.
Well, Gotham is no Amity, right?
So he marches on and tries not to be too resigned when he's inevitably yanked into an alleyway even though the apartment is only three blocks from the library.
Classic.
It's just a man with a gun, his face obscured with a hood and a red bandana. He's literally nothing compared to Pariah Dark or Undergrowth or Dr. Spectra or even the fucking Box Ghost.
"Let me guess," he says. "You want any cash I have, right?"
"Kid, shut the hell up and fork over your money," says the man, and Wes sighs. The mugger didn't even wave around his gun or give an impassioned speech about stealing someone's pelt.
"Original," Wes intones. "But I'm fifteen. And everyone knows young people don't carry cash anymore. I guess I could give you my mom's emergency credit card that she gave me, but she did say it was for emergencies only, so."
The man just stares at him. Wes shuffles uncomfortably.
"Oh! And I could just cancel the card before you use it," Wes adds into the silence.
"You don't consider being held at gunpoint an emergency?" the mugger finally asks, looking uncertain.
"Should I?" Wes wonders aloud. Sam had been much scarier when she threatened him.
"You said you're fifteen? And you don't have a Gothamite accent?" the man offers his reasoning, as if it's any kind of logical. He'd fit in well in Amity for that trait alone.
"Gothamites always think they're so superior." He has to roll his eyes. "Guns aren't that scary. You know what is scary? Your whole town being dragged into the dimension of death for three days. This is nothing. This city is nothing." You are nothing. He knows better than to say that last part, though;
"Christ, kid, you're crazy." The man shook his head and pulled the hammer of his gun back. "Just-- give me the watch you're wearing."
Wes sighs again, "Whatever, I'm not fighting for it." It was literally just a cheap Walmart watch. But just as he goes to unlatch the watch from his wrist, a caped vigilante swings down from the rooftops and kicks the mugger straight into the pavement.
The mugger doesn't get back up.
"Thanks, Red Robin," Wes dutifully says, even though he's pretty sure the man was A) not really that much of a threat, and B) going to have serious brain trauma now.
"It's no problem," the vigilante says. "You're a little young to be out this late, though."
Well, that's rude. It's only 7:00 pm. The only reason it's dark at all is thanks to Gotham's pollution problem. (Maybe they should let Poison Ivy just go fucking feral, like Sam suggests.)
Wes doesn't say that. Instead he says: "Didn't you start crime fighting when you were, like, twelve?"
Red Robin sputters, but Wes continues, "And the first Robin couldn't have been more than nine. I have never picked a fight with hardened criminals." Do ghosts count as criminals? Surely not. What right does Wes have to dictate the morals of being from a completely different dimension? "So I think I'm doing better than you in the safety department, no offense."
Well, doing better in Gotham. But the Justice League doesn't need to know about Amity Park, so he'll leave that part out.
"I-- just--" Red Robin struggles for a second, and then clears his throat. "Why don't I escort you home?"
"I'm two blocks away, but thanks. And thanks again for the---" he waves to the unconscious mugger. Definitely brain damaged.
"Yeah, no problem." And then he grapples away.
Phantom's much cooler. Not that he'll ever say that in front of Danny, Sam, or Tucker. Or anyone from Amity.
He makes it safely home, even if he does pretend to not notice the Bat stalking him from above. And of course, once he recounts his tale to his mother, she freaks out that he'd been nearly mugged, and tries to ban him from doing anything in Gotham at all.
"Mom, I can't just stay inside the house all day. I refuse to spend my whole summer on Netflix." He wants to at least go sightseeing.
Her mouth goes into a thin line and her eyes are as fiery as her red hair.
"Fine," she says. "Then you can get a job."
His stomach drops, "What?"
"A job. My floor needs a new intern, and I found just the perfect person."
"No, Mom, you can't," he pleads. "A Wayne Enterprises job? I'll be known as a nepo-baby for life!"
"Well, too bad. You should have thought of that before being mugged."
"Almost mugged, Mom! Almost! Red Robin was there!" When he sees that this point is getting him nowhere, he switches tactics, "Mom, the Waynes are held hostage, like, every other week! Do you really want me in closer proximity to them?"
She lifts her chin and sniffs, "I'll be there to watch out for you. And an intern won't have any reason to be next to a Wayne, anyway."
He groans, "Mom, please. It's my summer vacation!"
"And you're my son. Discussion over. You start in two days."
He groans again, "Do I at least get paid? Or is Brucie Wayne like every other rich white dude out there?"
"Wes, sweetie, you're white--"
"But not rich," he grumbles.
"But yes, you'll be paid. Every position with Wayne Enterprises is paid."
He crosses his arms, "At least there's that, I guess."
His mom walks to him to hug him and kiss his forehead.
"I'll handle the paperwork tomorrow. Don't worry, you'll love it there!"
Well, spoiler alert: he doesn't.
He's basically a go-fer, fetching paper or ink or photos or files and most usually, lunch from across the street or donuts or coffee. Especially coffee. And his mom's coworkers kinda suck because hey, the Wayne's executive PR manager just hired her own kid for a coveted Wayne internship. No one likes the idea of someone being here who doesn't deserve it. So he is really sent on the most stupid, tedious errands possible for an intern.
He called it: he's the resident nepo-baby, beaten only by Brucie Wayne's very own brood of nepo-babies.
Suddenly, just letting that mugger fill him with hot lead doesn't look so bad. Maybe he would have become a ghost! Haunting Danny would have been fun. Or Ember and the others of her nature make it look fun, anyway.
The Fenton thermos part would probably be uncomfortable, though.
"This sucks," Wes mutters to himself, balancing three carrying cartons of Batbucks (Gotham's stupid parody of Starbucks since they have to be special and not like other girls in every aspect possible) coffee with just two arms, staring helplessly at the elevator call button in front of him.
"Need an assist?" calls a familiar voice, though Wes can't place from where.
"Yes, please!" Wes says gratefully, looking up at a face with blue eyes, black hair, and a familiar jawline.
Wait a second.
"Here, I'll get that for you," says the man, who is really more like a teenager, since it's goddamn Timothy Drake-Wayne, co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises at just seventeen years old. "Going up, I assume?" he gives a charming laugh as he presses the up button, the kind one practices to perfection to ace media interviews and entertain the wealthy elite at galas.
"Yes, thank you, sir," Wes says, and takes the time to really study Drake-Wayne's eyes. And sure enough, he can recognize makeup covering up purple eyebags, just like he could on Fenton.
No. Please, Lord, I'll go back to church. Just don't let it be true.
"Yeah, no problem!" Drake-Wayne says, which really just seals the deal. Wes quietly dies inside, and also curses God. "I'm glad to be of service! Interns doing coffee runs really are doing God's work. And there's no need to call me sir. Tim will do just fine."
"Right... Tim," Wes says uncertainly. He kind of wants the elevator doors to open up and reveal a pitch black hole to drop into, but when the bell rings and the doors slide open, it's just the same ol' regular elevator it's always been. Damn.
So. The boss of this whole entire company is Red Robin. Makes sense, seems legit. He figured out that Plasmius was the mayor of Amity, too, didn't he? So why shouldn't all billionaires be playing dress up and fight crime or be the crime? What's stopping them all, really, when wealth is a superpower all on its own?
Wait, fuck. So. If Tim started out as a Robin when he was twelve-ish. And apparently billionaires are playing dress up. Then doesn't that mean...?
Oh, God. Couldn't he go one season without figuring out some superpowered person's secret identity? Is that too much to ask?
And of course, after figuring Tim and goddamn Brucie Wayne out, it's not so hard to see the correlations between the introduction of every other Wayne brat to the debut of each Robin.
He shakily steps into the elevator, "And how do you normally take your coffee?"
"With the maximum amount of espresso the barista can legally give me," is Tim's immediate answer.
Just like Danny.
And even worse, Tim steps into the elevator after him.
"What floor?" he asks, and Wes feels stupid. Obviously he was going to come in: why offer help at all if he wasn't going to push the floor button for Wes?"
"Uh, 73," Wes says.
Tim nods and presses the according number, and then takes one of the cartons from Wes as the doors closed.
Hopefully, any nerves that Wes is showing can be played off as the nerves an intern would get when they somehow get stuck with the Actual Big Boss™ , and then said Boss™ tries to take the shit they're carrying.
"Uh, you don't have to do that," Wes says nervously. "I can carry them all, really!"
"Don't be silly," the literal co-CEO of his workplace says, as if Wes is in some fucked up Wattpad fic. "Again, where would any of us be without the ones who bring us coffee?"
"In bed?" Wes offers nervously. "Sleeping?"
Tim laughs, but his smile looks more like a smirk, "I guess you're right!"
"But seriously, I can carry the coffee. It's my job. And it'll look weird to everyone if they see the CEO helping me do my job."
"It's no trouble!" Tim insists, and then emphasizes his point by stealing the second carton in Wes's hands. "See? And my employees will be glad to see that I value every employee and am always willing to help out!"
Haha yeah, thought Wes. Too bad they'll never know just how much you help out, right?
Finally, the elevator dings, and Wes is released from one prison to another.
Thanks to the normal chaos of working at Wayne Enterprises, no one immediately notices that the co-CEO is carrying the bulk of the load. Instead, they all hone in on the scent of coffee, and they lunge.
"Thanks, Weston!" the few who are clear-minded enough to remember manners manage to say, even as most of them take their orders from a black haired wunderkind instead of a redheaded conspiracy theorist with the curse of Cassandra.
"Of course," Wes says nervously, and then finally some recognition starts sparking in the coffee-hungry eyes of exhausted PR employees who are always trying to handle some wacky Wayne hijinks.
"You're Weston," says his mom's assistant, Jade, pointing at Wes, and then slowly pointing to Tim, "and you're.... Oh, Mr. Drake-Wayne! Here, let me get that for you!" She yanks the empty cartons out of Tim's hands and shoved them into Wes's. Luckily, his carrying carton had been emptied, too, so he doesn’t get coffee spilled all over him and the floor. "Here, Weston, go dispose of these! Why were you making Mr. Drake-Wayne carry them? It's your job to get coffee, not our CEO's! He has better things to do. In fact, he probably needs to speak to Ms. Rolland."
Ms. Rolland as in his mother, who went back to her maiden name after the divorce.
"Now hold on," says Tim, his eyes alight with anger. "I offered to help Weston out, and I have no need to speak with Penny. I was just helping out one of my employees."
"Oh," says Jade, taking a step back. "Of- of course, sir! Weston, here, I'll take these cartons back. And sir, it's very kind of you to help out."
"I try," Tim says dryly. Wes notices he doesn't tell Jade to not call him sir. "You should probably get back to work."
"Of course, sir." And with the cartons in her hands, she scurries off in the direction of his mom's office, where she'll probably complain about how her kid made Jade look like a fool in front of the Actual Big Boss™.
"Uh, thanks," he tells Tim. "But you really didn't have to help me. It is my job, after all." Unwilling or not.
"It's no problem!" Tim repeats, and Wes wants to bang his head into a wall. "And hey, next time you do a coffee run, forget the others and just grab my order." His words are accompanied by a wink, and Wes is pretty sure it's supposed to be weird rich people humor, so he laughs, and pretends his heart isn’t beating into his ears.
"As much espresso as possible," he plays along, and Tim grins, pressing the call button for the elevator. It hasn't been summoned to another floor, so it opens right back up.
"Have a good day, Weston."
"It's just Wes, really," he corrects, and Tim smiles again.
"Wes," he says, and the elevator doors slide shut.
Cool cool cool. So now he just has to survive two months in Gotham while knowing the entire Batclan’s secret identities.
Cool cool cool cool cool cool....
#idk what this is it just spawned out of me#dp x dc#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp fic#danny phantom x dc#danny phantom#dc#batman#red robin dc#tim drake#wes weston#wesley weston#is this wes weston x tim drake?#you decide!#one shot
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Notes on Sweater Girls by Weston and Taylor
Yeah, so my neighbor and I went to the library together. And when I saw her check this out, I asked to also flip through it. When she handed it to me, she said she was disappointed. So of course, I was even more excited to look at it because I might get to be mean about it.
Hokay. So here's the thing. If you know anything about vintage knitting already, you know that you're looking at a lot of thin yarns and tiny needle sizes. So I'm not surprised that most of the patterns are for size 2 or 3 needles. Also not surprised that a decent percentage of the patterns also have a row or two of crochet for that finishing flourish. These are advanced patterns.
The photography is sometimes lovely and sometimes.... uh, I think they weren't ready to style the model to the right decade for the design. I have questions about some of the hair style choices. Most patterns are show both hanging and on a model.
Well, to be fair? I have questions about some of the pattern adjustments. Several of these tops come down onto the hips in a way that is very modern (nothing goes back to the flapper era, so we should see way more high waisted designs).
ALSO WHAT WERE THESE FATPHOBIC JERKS EVEN THINKING???? I swear to fucking christ some of the images almost look like they were edited to be more long and skinny. And the pattern sizing? I think the biggest pattern was designed for a 42 inch bust, and most of them aren't even that big. This was published in 2012. The vintage fashion movement was going strong, and there were already so many lovely plus-sized people who were active in it. Why the fuck would someone trying to make patterns for that crowd offer such limited sizing???? WHY DOES THE ONE SIZE FITS ALL ONLY GO UP TO 38 INCHES?????
Anyway, fuck you, authors. Don't buy this. Just go check archive.org or other archive sites for actual vintage patterns since most people are going to have to resize and adjust the patterns for them to look right.
And much love to my local library for having this book so I didn't have to waste my money to hate post.
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A while back, I paused my Life With Althaar binge after episode 20. I've just restarted from the top to be sure I haven't forgotten anything as I move forward. But Jesus christ, Fondrinax really did put it up front once you have context. Girly pop really did say kind of honestly what she wants in her very first scene, but managed to make it not sinister. Excellent spycraft. Michael Weston would be impressed.
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Today, we celebrate the fancy and fantastic
Weston Herbert Wilson de Courcy Forbes
from Once Upon a Time in the East!
Halfway through making this tall, indifferent, pretty man a safe person for Marty to test the waters with, I realize I may be projecting BBC Sherlock on this guy to an extent (but that wasn't the intent).
PICREWS USED: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5
Eyes locked beyond the ceiling, several inarticulate utterances tore from Marty as he rode out the blissful aftershocks. Wes came to hover over his perplexed grin. "You've never done that before?" "No. Was it that bad?" Marty huffed out a laugh. Wes smirked at this ringing endorsement and brushed their hips together. "If you wish to demonstrate proper form, then, by all means…" Marty stifled a groan. Jesus Christ. "Practice makes perfect, Wes." Wes tilted his strong chin to the side and slowly retreated with a wicked grin. "I do need practice, don't I?" "Yes," Marty panted. "Much?" "So much." "Right." Marty's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
#picrew post#picrew#once upon a time in the east#once upon a time in the west#weston de courcy forbes#back to the future#bttf#bttf au#oc artwork#bisexual marty mcfly#marty mcfly x oc#bttf cowboyvember
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Source: The West Australian, 26 April 1924
The Wadham St. Baptist Church, Weston-Super-Mare, England, conducted during January the first of a series of picture services in the largest picture palace in the town. The first was a great success and the second was attended by over 1,000 persons, of whom only a small proportion consisted of ordinary church-goers. In this connection a somewhat unique proceeding has been adopted at Wakayama, in Japan. The pastor of the church belonging to the American Japan Mission made arrangements with a man who possessed a moving picture machine for a series of ex-hibitions of the life of Christ and "Les Miserables." Over 6,000 people paid for admission and 1,300 saw the pictures free. Before the picture was thrown on the screen a short description was given of the Christian religion. Then for two and a half hours the audience was led through scenes in the life, ministry and death and resurrection of Christ, and then a reel from "Les Miserables" was shown to demonstrate the power of the Gospel to regenerate the most hardened criminal.
#leave jean valjean out of this#les miserables#it's really a toss up as to what version of les mis they played#lm in education#not really education but I don't have a tag for evangelization
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Wausau area obituaries December 9, 2024
Obituaries are a community service courtesy of Helke and Brainard Funeral Homes.
Lorraine M. Grebe Lorraine Mary Grebe, age 90, of Wausau, passed away peacefully to be with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on December 2, 2024, at Rennes Nursing Home in Weston. She was born April 3, 1934, daughter of William Sr. and Mary (Richter) Kohn, on the family dairy farm in the town of Stettin, right down from the hill known as “Steepy.” After high school, Lorraine met Eugene Grebe…
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✝️ Un témoin fidèle
Friedrich Wilhelm Baedeker (1823-1906) a travaillé comme missionnaire, principalement en Russie. Né en Allemagne, il émigre ensuite en Angleterre, où il fonde une école supérieure à Weston-super-Mare.
En 1866, avant sa conversion à Christ, il est invité à entendre un évangéliste bien connu, Lord Radstock. Le message l’intéresse et il revient l’écouter les soirs suivants. Mais il s’arrange soigneusement pour ne pas rencontrer le prédicateur.
Un soir, cependant, impossible de l’éviter. Lord Radstock l’invite à aller dans une pièce voisine pour parler tranquillement. Au cours de l’entretien son cœur est profondément touché, et un véritable changement se produit en lui. Aucun de ses arguments d’athée ne résiste, et il trouve la foi en Dieu. Il se reconnaît pécheur, confesse à Dieu sa culpabilité et remet sa vie au Seigneur Jésus Christ. Son cœur se remplit de joie. C’est ainsi qu’il décrit ces moments : “Je suis entré comme un incrédule orgueilleux, et suis ressorti comme un humble croyant et un disciple du Seigneur. Dieu en soit béni !” Peu après, sa femme accepte également Christ comme son Sauveur.
Après sa conversion à Christ, Baedeker entreprend de longs voyages dans les pays de l’Est. En Russie, il obtient la permission de visiter des camps et des prisons. Il prêche l’évangile aux détenus et leur apporte des milliers de Bibles et de l’aide matérielle.
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Mercredi 6 novembre 2024
Ce que je vis maintenant dans la chair, je le vis dans la foi, la foi au Fils de Dieu, qui m’a aimé et qui s’est livré lui-même pour moi.
Galates 2. 20
Un témoin fidèle
Friedrich Wilhelm Baedeker (1823-1906) a travaillé comme missionnaire, principalement en Russie. Né en Allemagne, il émigre ensuite en Angleterre, où il fonde une école supérieure à Weston-super-Mare.
En 1866, avant sa conversion à Christ, il est invité à entendre un évangéliste bien connu, Lord Radstock. Le message l’intéresse et il revient l’écouter les soirs suivants. Mais il s’arrange soigneusement pour ne pas rencontrer le prédicateur.
Un soir, cependant, impossible de l’éviter. Lord Radstock l’invite à aller dans une pièce voisine pour parler tranquillement. Au cours de l’entretien son cœur est profondément touché, et un véritable changement se produit en lui. Aucun de ses arguments d’athée ne résiste, et il trouve la foi en Dieu. Il se reconnaît pécheur, confesse à Dieu sa culpabilité et remet sa vie au Seigneur Jésus Christ. Son cœur se remplit de joie. C’est ainsi qu’il décrit ces moments : “Je suis entré comme un incrédule orgueilleux, et suis ressorti comme un humble croyant et un disciple du Seigneur. Dieu en soit béni !” Peu après, sa femme accepte également Christ comme son Sauveur.
Après sa conversion à Christ, Baedeker entreprend de longs voyages dans les pays de l’Est. En Russie, il obtient la permission de visiter des camps et des prisons. Il prêche l’évangile aux détenus et leur apporte des milliers de Bibles et de l’aide matérielle.
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20 août - Oxford
Après une nuit confortable et un petit-déjeuner copieux, j’ai repris le volant direction Oxford. Nous sommes arrivées en bus dans le centre-ville en fin de matinée, après avoir garé la voiture en périphérie de la ville.
Nous avons découvert les rues de la vieille ville universitaire et arpenté ses magasins à la recherche de souvenirs de dernière minute. Nous avons mangé dans le café de St Mary the Virgin Church, avec une vue sur Radcliffe Camera, l’un des bâtiments les plus célèbres d’Oxford. Nous avons ensuite traversé le marché couvert, qui regorge de magasins de bouche et de souvenirs, et qui est décoré de luminaires en papier des personnages d’Alice au Pays des Merveilles (qui a été écrit par Lewis Carrol lorsqu’il était professeur de logique à Christ Church College).
Diana nous a présenté des endroits et des histoires iconiques de la ville dans une ballade guidée d’un peu plus d’une heure. Elle nous a emmenés à la Weston Library (la 2e plus grande bibliothèque anglaise), la Turf Tavern (un rite de passage pour tous les étudiants, connus ou inconnus), le Sigh Bridge (un pont des soupirs qui en rappelle beaucoup un autre), la Boldeian Library (où a été tourné de nombreux films, dont le prochain Sherlock Holmes en tournage actuellement), la Radcliffe Camera (une extension ronde de la librairie Boldéienne) et à St Mary’s Passage (qui aurait inspiré le premier tome de Narnia à C.S. Lewis avec son lampadaire, son faune et son lion).
Nous avons pris un dernier thé glacé dans un café en face de Christ Church, puis nous avons repris le bus pour récupérer la voiture et prendre la direction de Newhaven, que nous avons quitté vers 23h. J’écris depuis le bateau, triste de rentrer, mais ravie d’avoir partagé ce périple avec Émilie. C’est si facile de voyager avec elle, que je le referai encore et encore!
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Chili Cook Off 6:30 TONIGHT at Weston Church of Christ (13355 Center Street Weston 43569)! Don't miss it! actatut.com
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Hello Everyone I am Christopher W Chandler the TRUE AND HONEST CREATOR of Sonshrekichu the Electric Hedgehog Oger Pokémon. And I noticed my "Sister" Christine Weston Chandler WHO STOLE MY IDEA FOR SONICHU.. has Had sexual Relations with Our mother.
Do not trust him he does not believe He is Jesus christ he does not Believe There is a "Dimensional Merge" he is faking it all.
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Free Oxford walking tour with our guide, Diana!
- Oxford University (1096) is the second oldest university in the world behind University of Bologna (1088) and followed by University of Salamanca (1134). (Top Universities - 10 of the oldest) Oxford Uni is made of up 39 colleges 100 departments.
- Exiter College // Inspector Morse
- Lincoln College // John Wesley
- 29 British prime ministers studied at Oxford (13 Christ Church college)
- Christ Church College - Alice in Wonderland Luis Carole. Alice was the daughter of the dean. Luis Carol was her neighbor and would walk with her through the meadows of Oxford. She would tlikell him stories about her dreams and he wrote them as articles.. the queen of England personally asked for the book!
- (Pointing picture) Saxon tower 1,000 years old
- Bloody Mary - Catholic queen of England killed over 300 people!
- The Museum of History (Cassidy in front of building pic) houses the penicillin dude’s work and a blackboard with Albert Einstein’s handwriting!
- Old and new Boldeian libraries are connected in underground tunnels. The library has over 140 MILES of bookshelves.
- Garfield Weston's family from Canadá was the highest donation ($25M) so the library was named after them.
- (School of Divinity Building) Infirmary, dance practice before the ball, upstairs in the restricted library) - 1427 finished building 1488- funding was limited; 255 donors got their initials in the ceiling - now there’s a blue wall of donors with full name for a $500,000 donation.
- Motto of Oxford “dominos = the lord is my light and i will have no fear” psalm 27
- Copy right act - 13M books: he made London publishing promise to donate one free book of every book publisher- sir Thomas bodlei; the collection of buildings boasts 180 miles of book shelves
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