#Francis Steele

[tfblovesmusic]

MOOD.

*the English Renaissance madrigal edition*

🤧🤒

[cockroachesunite]

Go for broke AU part 2

☞ (Part 1) . (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

(masterpost)

[mash4077confessions]

[wwprice1]

Great Superman content by Waid and Manapul.

[dailydccomics]

Titans by Francis Manapul 

[jetslay]

RETURN OF SUPERMAN 30TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL #1

Written by DAN JURGENS, LOUISE SIMONSON, JERRY ORDWAY, and KARL KESEL Art by TRAVIS MOORE, DAN JURGENS, BRETT BREEDING, JON BOGDANOVE, BUTCH GUICE, TOM GRUMMETT, and DOUG HAZLEWOOD Cover by DAN JURGENS Variant covers by JOHN GIANG, DAVE WILKINS, FRANCIS MANAPUL, and BEN OLIVER 1:25 variant cover by BRAD WALKER 1:50 variant cover by JON BOGDANOVE Foil variant cover by DAN JURGENS ($10.99 US) $9.99 US | 80 pages | Prestige | (all covers card stock) ON SALE 10/31/23

Superman returns! After the tragic events of more than 30 years ago, when Superman met his end at the hands of Doomsday, Metropolis mourned the loss of their greatest hero and soon turned their attention to the search for his successor. Four Supermen rose to the challenge: Superboy, Steel, Eradicator, and Cyborg Superman. Each with their own strengths and weaknesses, they fought in honor of the original Man of Steel. Little did they know, his return was just around the corner! To celebrate the Reign of the Supermen and Return of Superman, DC has brought back the original creative teams for new stories set in the wake of Superman’s death. It all begins with new Daily Planet editor-in-chief Lois Lane discovering Perry White’s journals from the time and the secrets he kept as he searched for who could be the next Superman. What could this discovery mean for our present? Find out in this special that’s sure to be a classic in the future!

[junefiress]

i wish all fallout enjoyers a very read a canticle for leibowitz

[theoctopuswhoisscottish]

Dr. Blowhole is a Dr. Steel fan

No one can tell me otherwise

[mephilesthedork]

Va Post for my B-Day!

Andrew Francis

[amidst-wonderland]

knowing if my mates hadn’t messed me about and i’d grown a pair to go myself i could’ve seen jeremy jordan as clyde in the west end.

will be forever pissed.

like, i’ve seen francis in a few things over the years and her and jordan were great when i ended up going down with my mum but i was so close to getting those concert tickets.

also, natalie mcqueen was born to play blanche in the same way jodie steele was born to play heather chandler. like natalie steals the show every scene she’s in and i’m so happy i got to see her performance in person.

[applethechaoticgirl]

Finally!! I'm finally done with this!!

Andrew Francis is one of my favorites voice actors so....I made this! Enjoy me Voicing Andrew Francis roles!!

Can you guys guess the characters in this video??

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[the-blog-of-gog]

(via "Cowboy, Saint Francis, Wrong Citation, Funny Quotes" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by Burn-Ego)

[gatutor]

Richard Eyer-Karen Steele-John Payne "Bailout at 43,000" 1957, de Francis D. Lyon.

[halechief]

047.   the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 : @ovalbound.

he's irritated. claire has learned to read this in him easily over the course of their marriage, without the need for candid speech or significant glances, though those were not beneath him to give. it's palpable, in this moment, and had been from the first handshake of the evening, though he'd been nothing short of suave and inviting, southern charm oozing from all pores as he'd glad handed washington's finest with her on his arm. they don't know any better, cannot tell that the strong grip of his hand is not just rough breeding, but an unwavering promise of his capacity to crush -- after twelve years, claire requires no such proof. she turns to him in the small space they've been afforded, and his eyes are watching the numbered floors displayed at the top of the elevator dwindle and bring them low when she says, quite casually ; ❝  you're brooding.  ❞ they are still averted when he says : i'm not.

her hand reaches out without the need to glance toward her target, and as she presses in the stop button, a sharp note cuts the air, and the elevator slows to a halt. that earns her his gaze, and there is an element of reproach in it that she dismisses without care, a step taken to place herself before him as a hand lifts to the knot of his tie - silk. a gift for their most recent anniversary which had passed not yet a month prior. the subtle henpeck is unneeded, the straightening of the tie a pretense. it is only his undivided attention that she is after. ❝  you are. brooding accomplishes nothing, francis. leave it too long, and it becomes worry. fear, even. ❞ significant glances are not beneath her, either, and as the clear blue of her eyes slide upward from her perusal of the feigned task, it is significance that is seated there inside : we have no use for fear.

❝  ruminating, though . . . that yields results. that, you can leave as long as you like. the longer, the better. the more certain the outcome. we have never lost a race, francis. ❞ her lips curl then, softly, her hold at his tie abandoned, and she turns to unstick the button, her other hand finding his own, wrapping her fingers about his palm as the elevator resumes its sluggish pace.

❝  we aren't about to start now.  ❞

[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water (Pt. I)

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: One of the newest residents’ very first doppelgänger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?

pt.II

art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)

warning: 18+ content

“…what’s the story behind your um… ears(?)” You ask the doppelgänger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.

A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.

“@&! !$?&” The doppelgänger let out a series of sounds.

“right, so give me one second” You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.

You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didn’t have to work on that side of the glass.

You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.

“ mmm, someone’s eager to go home i see” A familiar voice speaks up.

“oh, Mr. Francis” You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasn’t him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.

Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgänger of your crush, and have some entertainment.

“how are you pretty girl” He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.

You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.

“the date on the I.D. is a little expired hun” You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.

“mmm, been busy with the milk business, love. must’ve slipped my mind to renew it” He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.

“you’re not like my Francis” You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.

His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. “who knows, i could be better” He suggests.

Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.

“well i’ve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank you” You beam and reach for the button

“you don’t want to do this, trust me” He states with a warning tone. This wasn’t unusual, getting threats after realizing they’re doppelgängers, but being that this one was this aware… they must be evolving.

“and why would i trust you?” You ask out of curiosity.

“i mean look at me” He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.

“hm” You nod and press the button.

“(Y/N)!” He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.

You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.

The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.

You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.

About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgänger was.

Staring at you.

His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.

“oh no…” He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.

“what did you do..?” You cover your mouth with your hand.

“it’s what you did. you got me all riled up.”

He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.

His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. “will you let me in now…? I need your help…” He slightly groaned.

“…what. the. fuck.”