#francis fanny

[discarded-replica]

Osc art I fotgot to post here sorry

[talxns]

[natequarter]

was recently reminded of my favourite meme format so have some ghosts memes

[rockhousejai]

Betty and Francis comic because I’m starving for any form of Boranny content lol

[lulu-cat-princess]

At a history day at Button house Humphrey, Kitty, Thomas mistook three brown haired women (one in Tudor, one in Georgian and one in Regency) for Sophie, Eleanor and Isabelle. Thomas lashes out a dark haired man wearing glasses and in regency fashion while Cap almost had a heart attack when he saw a brown haired man in a lieutenant’s ww2 uniform. Fanny lashed out an old man in Edwardian fashion.

[pamelaaminou]

Monday's Photography Inspiration - Francis Benjamin Johnston

Frances “Fannie” Benjamin Johnston was a pioneering American photographer whose career spanned nearly fifty years. Known for her portraits, architectural photography, and documentary work, she made significant contributions to the field by capturing the cultural and social fabric of the United States at the turn of the 20th century. Born in Grafton, West Virginia in 1864, and raised in…

[clanlasombrasp]

// 17) My OC's closest relationship.

Day 17 of #MonthOfDarkness, today about my OC's closest relationship.

I've already talked about Lafayette's partner on other occasions. So this time it's time to talk about his other great support, his ghoul and manager of his detective agency in New Orleans, Stephanie "Fanny" Anderson.

Fanny Anderson, Lafayette's ghoul and manager.

They met in 1969, when the wife of musician Jeremiah Anderson went to the Nosferatu detective agency to ask him to locate her husband. Unfortunately, Jeremiah was in gambling debts and when he couldn't pay them, he was beheaded to set an example for other defaulters. Lafayette was able to gather evidence and brought his killers to justice. Fanny, out of work and with 2 small children in her care, couldn't pay the detective's bill. Lafayette helped her, first hiring her as a cleaner for his office and paying any necessary expenses so that she could support her family, and when he realized how skilled and intelligent she was, as his secretary and later as the agency manager.

Fanny fell ill with ovarian cancer, her treatment was very complex for the time and with little chance of survival, and Lafayette offered her the Embrace (even though he wouldn't do it with anyone, being a Nosferatu is not an easy thing). She, already knowing what he was, rejected it. After investigating, he came to the conclusion that his Vitae could stop said disease and made her his ghoul after explaining the pros and cons of such a situation. The detective feeds her with his Vitae always taking into account not to bloodbound her to him (he would never do that).

Over time, Fanny has become a sort of "foster mother" to Lafayette, his shoulder to cry on, running the business during daylight hours and enjoying Creole cuisine, of which she is an expert.

Without a doubt, the closest relationship for the Nosferatu Detective apart from his now wife.

[sco07ut]

fantasy au doodles but there is a common denominator 🤨🤨

these bitches r bloody and insane ! !

[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

Spoiler alert they do end up calling him Wall

[curiousb]

The Bertram Family Album: Volume XIII

Back at home with the Bertrams...

...Theophilus seems to have once again barged in on a tender moment.

And then it's family time again, with William visiting from college to eat burgers with them. He and big sister Julia were were not especially close when he was growing up, but they're forming more of a bond now that they're older.

Theophilus and cousin Francesca are still enjoying their regular chess games, but she's becoming a much more challenging opponent these days.

Francis clearly doesn't have a great deal of respect for his grandfather. Or maybe - knowing what a science fan Edmund is - he thought he might enjoy taking part in an 'experiment' on static electricity?

He also has his reservations about Boo, even though Edmund tries to reassure him that the family pooch is just a big old softie.

He prefers the ants, to be honest.

But like most of the family, William certainly loves the daft old dog.

And Theophilus is heart-broken, when out of the blue, it's time to say goodbye to him - they've been pals all their lives.

Fanny is distracted from their loss by finally getting a promotion that she's been looking forward to for a very long while (and a genie lamp into the bargain).

While Theophilus becomes embroiled in a love-hate relationship with new school chum Tosha Go. (I guess it's not serious with Alexander?)

In the end, they settle for a nice friendly game of rock-paper-scissors.

Until Fanny ruins the vibe with an ill-timed school cheer.

[tobydammit68]

Funny Girl (1968) Dir. William Wyler

[pitt-able]

The poor Duke [Prince Frederick, Duke of York and Albany] looked very ill, scarcely spoke & ate nothing. I am sadly afraid he is in a bad way, for he is grown very thin, never sleeps and has constant spasms in his stomach. Sir Henry Halford is very uneasy about him, and attributes his illness a good deal to mental un- easiness. (…) He will be a great loss if he does die, for he is universally beloved by every rank & class. The King [George IV], who (au fond and notwithstanding his jealousy of his popularity) loves him more than any of his family, is in great anxiety & uneasiness about him.

Francis Bamford, the Duke of Wellington, editors, The Journal of Mrs. Arbuthnot 1820-1832, Vol. 2, January 1826 – January 1832, Macmillan & Co Ltd., London, 1950, p. 28.

[a-rand0m-bl0g]

Please tell me that I'm not the only one who noticed that Francis from Left 4 Dead and Fanny from BFB are basically the same person.

[affectionately-frankie]

i just realized every description we have of Francis Henderson Sr describes Big Ed

Frances Laurens, a beautiful, rich young woman, married a slightly taller Scottish Big Ed

[asexual-squidward]

Does Thomas ever think about how his death murder directly and indirectly led to the other ghosts existing?

Francis not marrying Isabelle would have led to George Button later not existing, so Fanny would never have married him and been murdered herself. Fanny and George’s child then led to both Heather and Alison’s existence (as well as Mia post S4). Tbh it might have also resulted in Cap, Pat and Julian never visiting the house and dying there.

It’s gotta be a lot to unpick for a murdered ghost realising their death simultaneously was necessary to bring people into existence while also being to catalyst to doom others to become trapped in the house like him.

[sycamorelibrary754]

The Piggy Story

Summary: Yelena is Melina’s Secret Santa and takes a crack at a few handmade piggy presents!

Pairing: Yelena x reader (platonic), Natasha x reader, Alexei Alanovich Shostakov x reader (platonic) Melina Vostokoff x reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

A/N: If you read Happy Thanksgiving, you will understand this story. If you didn’t, please enjoy the random silly fluffiness. 😂

Yelena had been acting suspiciously for two weeks, sneaking around and making everyone uneasy. She would disappear at night without letting you accompany her, which was unusual since you frequently joined her when she walked Fanny. Initially, you thought she might be gearing up for an undercover mission. Whenever you asked her about it, she would dodge the question, giving you a look that seemed to say, 'If I tell you, I'll have to kill you.' You had learned not to overthink your sister-in-law’s idiosyncrasies. If it was possible, they made you love her even more.

You were lounging in your comfy pajamas, engrossed in a game of cards with Wanda in her cozy room, when Natasha suddenly entered. "Hey, detka, have you seen Yelena? She was supposed to join me and Steve for a briefing twenty minutes ago."

No, I haven't," you said as you placed your cards face down on your lap. "Not since this morning, anyway.

“She’s been acting odd lately,” Nat commented.

While rearranging her cards, Wanda pointed out, "Odd in general, or odd for her because you know there’s a difference.

"That is true," you nodded, gesturing toward Wanda.

Natasha grumbled, "If you run into your best friend, would you tell her that her sister is going to kick her ass?"

"Sure thing, wifey," you chuckled, playfully saluting her and giving her a swift kiss on the lips.

Nat playfully rolled her eyes and teased, "It's a wonder I married you."

*^~^*

You couldn't contain your excitement as you and Yelena started putting up Christmas decorations around the compound the next day. Wearing your coziest Christmas sweater, adorned with festive patterns, you danced through the halls, humming cheerful tunes and happily hanging up ornaments and lights, infusing the entire space with holiday spirit.

“Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

Peter’s on the go

Laughing all the way

Bells on Fanny ring

Making Tony fight

Wanda wants to flip a coin

And sing this song tonight

Jingle bells, Clinton smells

Banner laid an egg

Ant mobile lost a wheel

And Loki got away

Hey!”

That was very nice, y/n; now, how about a White Christmas song to go with this delightful cup of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream?

"No can do, boo. Only one show per Christmas season," you said, as you sat together on the sofa.

You both savored a small sip of the rich chocolate beverage, watching the steam rise enticingly from the mug.

"Hey, did you know that one of Mom's pigs is named Clinton?" Yelena said with a sheepish grin.

"Is that so? I've only ever heard of Alexi," as you savor some of the whipped cream from the top of your hot cocoa.

“Mom named Alexi, and then she asked if Natasha and I would do the honors of naming the other two. Clinton was the poser’s choice.”

"I can't believe Nat never told me. What name did you choose?" You took another sip of your beverage, eagerly awaiting the answer.

“Sir Francis Bacon.”

You almost choke on your hot cocoa as you sputter, and it rolls down your chin. “That is adorable!” you exclaimed, reaching for a napkin. You’ll have to point out which is which when we go to your parents' house for Christmas next week.”

"Hey, you've got a little whipped cream on your cheek." Leaning in, Yelena sneakily licked it off.

"Oh my God! Who are you, Fanny?! I have no idea where your tongue has been! Ew! Get some hot water, get some disinfectant, get some iodine!" With a jolt, you lept up and dashed to the bathroom, leaving Yelena in fits of giggles on the floor.

*^~^*

The remaining week was filled with delightful Christmas-themed activities. As you snuggled up on the couch with my cherished blanket, preparing to watch "The Holiday" with the team, you noticed someone conspicuously absent.

"Where could Yelena be?" you mused aloud.

"In my lab," Tony said nonchalantly, casually tossing popcorn up into the air and effortlessly catching it in his mouth.

"Why?" you asked, slightly confused.

“Blondie wanted a private space to work on a project. I told her she could use the lab if she didn’t joyride any suits,” Tony explained.

“Yelena in your lab with unlimited access to nanotechnology.” Nat pondered, grabbing two Christmas cookies and offering you one before snuggling up beside you in your blanket ball.

"Go down there and see if she's up for watching the movie," you urged, tossing popcorn in Kate's direction.

"Why am I the one?" questioned the young archer.

"Since you're closer, and she's starting to freak me out," you explained.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. FRIDAY is keeping an eye on her," Tony reassured.

*^~^*

You woke up at Melina and Alexi’s Christmas morning to the delicious smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee. You agreed to do Secret Santa with your wife’s family this year. You and Natasha were wearing your matching Christmas pajamas, ready to exchange presents, but Yelena was unusually eager and insisted on going first.

Guess what? I was your Secret Santa this year, Mama! I wanted to challenge myself and make a homemade gift for you," Yelena exclaimed as she reached for Melina's tablet on the counter and quickly tapped a few buttons on the touchscreen. "Hey boys, come on in!

The door creaked open, and in waddled all three of Melina’s beloved pigs, their little trotters pitter-pattering against the wooden floor. As the trio rounded the corner, they presented a charming sight - each adorned in a specially tailored vest. Alexi sported a vibrant red vest, Clinton rocked a regal purple one, and Sir Francis Bacon donned a cheerful orange number. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that each vest was meticulously handcrafted, complete with the pig's name beautifully embroidered. It was a display of piggy prestige at its finest.

“Surprise, Mama! Now, not only will the piggies be warm in the winter, but they are stylish individuals with many pockets!” Yelena declared.

"The pigs are sporting vests," Nat deadpanned. You gently squeezed her hand, silently urging her to play nice.

“Not vests, sestra. Pests! Piggy vests! My very own invention," Yelena clarified. "You can just call me the next Tony Stark.

"The pigs sporting Pests," you revised with a chuckle.

"Thank you very much, my dear! These are fantastic. I've always believed they needed some attire. The Russian winters are extremely harsh, and they truly deserve something exceptional," Melina exclaimed, planting a loving kiss on her younger daughter's cheek.

"Check it out, girls! Alexi's has the best Pest. He's a dead ringer for the Red Guardian, ready to go head-to-head with Captain America," Alexi exclaimed as he affectionately stroked his namesake.

“Oh my God, it’s like living in a Dr. Seuss book,” Nat joked.

"Who knew you were a crochet pro?" You turn to your best friend in surprise.

“I wasn't. No, no… Kate Bishop is the mastermind behind it. She taught me how to make it. All it took was $100 for the yarn and supplies, which I may have borrowed from Stark, and a promise to never show up again in the middle of the night unless it’s a real emergency,” Yelena explained.

"Is that where you were sneaking off to at all hours of the day and night?"The surprise is written all over your face.

"Where else did you think I was headed?" Yelena questioned.

Undercover in the Multiverse, I don't know!" Your face turned beet red the longer she looked at you. "You were scaring the crap out of everyone.

"Ha! That's hilarious. You're quite the comedian, y/n," she laughed, placing her hands on yours and Natasha's shoulders. "I don't want to give anything away, but by New Year's Eve, some stylish individuals will emerge from this group!" With that, she wrapped you and Nat in a warm, tight group hug.

Natasha's gaze met yours from behind Yelena's back, and a smile crept onto your face. It indeed was a merry Christmas.