#claudie teller

[slytherindisaster]

I have yet to introduce Frankie properly but I miss her and the girls so here's some posters! Claudie belongs to @farrradays and Cecily and the 'Young Awkward Wordy People' story to @kc-and-co/@what-the-fic ❤

#post dps #frankie peterson #cecily ann thomas #claudie teller #yawp #character posters #my edit #other people's ocs

[what-the-fic]

April 1961

The spring rain fell over the quiet diner, and though it was gentle, it was deafening against the silence of the last patrons as Frankie cleared the group's favorite table for the last time.

Charlie was the first to speak as the last empty strawberry shake was taken for a final wash before it was auctioned off with the rest of the diner's supplies. He huffed a long sigh without looking up from the booth, "It's the end of an era."

"No more pie," Meeks frowned.

Todd nodded as he wiped the whipped cream from his lip, "That was the last milkshake. Thanks for sharing it with me, Claudie."

"I'm already dying for another cup of coffee," Cecily whined.

Worst of all, the diner's closure had left Frankie without a job. With summer on the way, the pressure to find a new occupation was weighing heavily as the clouds loomed over the city.

"Let's just take a walk. Surely, we will find a new place to hang out, and maybe Frankie can find a new job," Meeks suggested, his eternal optimism shining through the dreary atmosphere. "Let's try the next block. It's quiet, but who knows, everything we need is always closer than we think," he added as he took Frankie's hand.

Cecily burrowed deeper into her trench coat and took Charlie's arm as they ventured down the alley. Record stores, used clothing, and a cigar shop passed by when Cecily started to recall a night spent in the area. "I think there's a jazz club over here. Maybe they did comedy, too?"

Charlie took note of a set of steps leading to the alleyway's basement. "Looks like there was a club here. Maybe a speakeasy back in the day," he shrugged sadly as he noted the sign on the steps that indicated the room was for sale. "Too bad places like this had to die. It would have been a good time."

"Not really," Cecily scoffed. "This was the place! We went last spring to see a talent show. My sister danced with a juggler. Very cute. The act was great, but the whole place was small, damp, and kind of dark. It was like hanging out in a cave or something. It's a shame. Nobody is ever going to buy this place," she sighed; a smile lingered on her face at the memory of the show.

Charlie's mischievous smile spread across his face and to Todd's, even when Charlie asked him for the five dollars he had in his wallet. "Meeks, you too. Empty your pockets."

"It's grade school all over again," the redhead sighed as he handed over the $6.37 from his coat pocket. "Meeks, give me your lunch money,” he sighed.

Charlie clapped his old pal on the shoulder and offered a comforting grin. "I'm not robbing you. I just made you a silent partner."

"In what?"

"The key word is silent," Charlie winked at his companions as he disappeared inside the old brick room.

A/N: Frankie belongs to the incredible @hystericalqween and Claudie to the wonderful @farrradays - Only 2 chapters left, but from here on, it's a fun and pleasant ride for our beloved wordy people.

#cecily thomas #frankie peterson #claudie teller #post dps #yawp #freeks my beloved 🥺 #young awkward wordy people

[amethystoraclereadings]

Art by Claudie C.Bergeron

#fortune teller #card reader #oracle reader #tarot reader #divination #cartomancy #art #artwork #witch #witchy #cards #claudie bergeron

[hawkesbright]

MASTERLIST!

• Main @farrradays

• HP OC sideblog @cursebreakerfarrier

• Film & TV sideblog @danielplainviewss

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: BROTHERHOOD

Valentia Faulkner ; pinterest

James Ethan ‘Jem’ Maverick ; pinterest

HOUSE MD

Carolyn Keller ; pinterest

Caledonia ‘Cal’ Stevenson ; pinterest

SLOW HORSES

Zinnia Sharpe ; pinterest

MOON KNIGHT

Eden Haverford ; pinterest

Issa Darwish ; pinterest

JOHN WICK

Scarlett Willingham ; pinterest

POST-DEAD POETS SOCIETY

Claudia ‘Claudie’ Teller ; pinterest

THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN

Missouri ‘Missy’ Leonhardt ; pinterest

CRIMINAL MINDS

Lillian Leonard ; pinterest

Francesca ‘Cesca’ Gray ; pinterest

THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE

Lou Falconer ; pinterest

STAR WARS (SEQUELS)

Eris Halcard ; pinterest

Europa ; pinterest

Will be occasionally prone to posting about original OCs too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

More to be added!

#masterlist #oc #original character #fma #house md #john wick #the magnificent seven #criminal minds #the man in the high castle #star wars

[olivescreech]

an in depth summary of how caesar got so FUCKING POWERFUL

so for those who don’t know, here’s why the senate wanted caesar to die.

but before that, you’ve gotta know how the roman republic was basically run. it goes like this; the senators are rich old guys who will give clients money in exchange for their vote. clients have clients that THEY pay to support them AND their patron. the line continues until it reaches slaves, who have no legal rights and can’t vote. so, the more clients you get, the more votes you get! but you can’t get cha-ching from just clients - you have to go to war (if one of two consuls allows you to). you do the typical roman thing: ransack and pillage, babey! and when you get back, you show off what you’ve earned in a sick procession and you build a victory temple, which literally doesn’t do anything but show off how rich and powerful you are. so that’s the system: get clients, go to war, get more clients, et cetera. so why do you want all this power, besides the money that comes with it? because if you’re the coolest, most powerful motherfucker you get to be PRINCEPS! what the hell is that you ask? it’s the senator with the most clients (how do you tell if one has clients? well if they walk into the forum with a crowd behind them, that’s how. the romans had lots of weird flexes) and guess what? the princeps speaks first, which means you get the most attention (which is good, sometimes, in politics). now you know the drill.

then everything changed when Appius Claudis Caecus broke the damn system.

homeboy caecus gets back from war as roman senators do, and so everyone asks him “hey dude where do you want your victory temple?” and caecus is like “victory temples are bullshit i’m gonna build a main road through the city and a brand new aqueduct.”

and the people LOVE HIM FOR IT.

who wouldn’t want clean water and a brand new road that everyone can use? money (well, at least the money of commoners) can’t buy that. so now caecus has basically the majority of rome’s votes in his favor. and, naturally he starts a trend.

public works projects and actually sustaining the people instead of just giving them money is the new way to get votes, which is actually really great because people are getting off of the streets since they have food and pretty much every need at their disposal, provided by the government. two parties form: optimates (those for continuing the old system) and populists (those for the new system). one of the major things populists did was expand citizenship outside of rome (which, at this time, is basically just the seven hills). anyone who is not a roman citizen has no legal rights in the roman system: if you don’t have citizenship and are killed/robbed/whatever by a roman, you have no right to a trial. so this is a big move: if you give citizenship to an area, they all technically owe you their lives, and thus you get them as clients. so senators give citizenship to little areas surrounding the city.

then caius iulius caesar (stabbed caesar’s dad) decides to fuck with the system.

caesar passes as bill that makes everyone in italy and sicily a roman citizen.

SO NOW HE HAS BASICALLY THE ENTIRE COUNTRY OF ITALY AS CLIENTELE.

and then he dies, and passes it off to his son (also called c. iulius caesar, but we’ll just refer to him a julius caesar).

mind you, as per the custom caesar still has to pay all of his clients.

so the senators are like “lmao you may be princeps but how tf are you gonna pay up all these people?” so the senators don’t give a fuck and just sorta sit back, expecting this to completely crumble. caesar gets a fuck ton of loans from the bank to sustain his clients and goes through the floor in debt. but he has so much political power that he won’t get voted out of office.

thus, caesar, the dastardly motherfucker, goes to war in gaul. and he promises his clients that if they go to war with him, they get some of the stuff. so he has a SHIT TON OF SOLDIERS. he fucks gaul up like nobody’s goddamn business; he killed more people in gaul than hitler did in the holocaust in half the fucking time.

so he can pay off those debts over and over and over again. caesar has such much power he becomes consul twice. oh yeah and there’s a civil war, pompey gets in his way so caesar says “fuck off” crosses the rubicon river and he wins, then declares himself dictator for life.

ever wondered why everyone uses “dictator for life” instead of just dictator? well, dictator was a legitimate position in the roman government that lasted up to six months or until the threat was over. most dictators did as they were told (which is sort of ironic becauze dictator comes from the word “dictō, dixere” which means “to speak”. the english equivalent to the concept of a dictator would be “teller-what-to-do-er”) or they’d have the whole senate and every one of their clients against them which is never good.

so caesar fucking PARDONS ALL OF THEM, MAKING THE SENATORS HIS OWN CLIENTS.

aaaaand they just flat out kill him.

so many of the senators plunged knives into his body and whatnot, but not every senator sticks a knife into caesar so they gang up against everyone who has, because leave it to a roman to be that sick.

anyways, caesar did have an heir; octavian. but octavian didn’t die because he promised to restore the republic on the condition he would be imperator (general), princeps, and pontifex maximus (great high priest). so octavian can’t be killed by legal or religious law, and to the romans, if you fuck with the gods you basically doom yourself to a fate possibly worse than death. so that’s how the roman republic ended.

fun fact: caesar mostly spoke greek, so his words to brutus were not “et tu, brute?” but “kai su, teknon?” which meant “you too, my child?”

all of this info is from my latin IV teacher, correct if you wish.

#ides of march #classical #classics #roman history #history #julius caesar #caesar

[urlaubsmaschinen]

Der Koch stellt auf Claudis Teller die Schlacht um Verdun nach. Wie man sieht konnte der Stoßangriff der kaiserlichen Truppen kurz hinterm Brokkoli gestoppt werden. Lecker.

#urlaubsmaschinen

[what-the-fic]

1 January 1961

Bells were ringing all over the city, but only one celebratory jingle was all Frankie wished to hear. Just as she began to think her dearest friends had made better plans for the evening, the bell above the diner door chimed as Todd and Cecily walked past the menu stand to their regular table. Though the city was crawling with tourists, New Year's Eve at the diner remained quiet as ever. Without disrupting the sounds of the jukebox that kept her company through her long shifts, Frankie retreated to the kitchen to start preparing Cecily's coffee and Todd's usual strawberry milkshake with a single straw.

"At least the diner can count on our orders tonight. Where are your friends?" Cecily asked as she placed her cat-eyed sunglasses atop her head, scanning the empty seats. While she had been invited to the fraternity party, Pitts was attending, and she still expected to see Meeks hanging around the diner. It was assumed he spent just as much time at the restaurant eating cherry pie a la mode as Frankie spent serving it. 

Todd shrugged as he followed Cecily's gaze. He shook his head and "They are not here, but I am not in charge of them. Seriously, try telling them they can't do something." He smirked at an untold memory before returning his attention to his menu.  

"Well, I just thought Meeks would like to ring in the new year with…." Cecily stopped to smile at Frankie, who sat at her side with coffee and a milkshake in hand. She slid further into the booth to allow space for the tired waitress. 

"It is so good to see you two tonight. I thought I was all alone for the new year. I have barely had a single customer all night. Still, I was hoping there would be at least one more," she hummed with a sigh and directed her gaze to the pie display.

Frankie was pulled from her cherry pie dreams by the sound of the bells jingling over the door as Claudie made her way into the diner. "Sorry, I'm late. The set strike from the Christmas pageant kind of turned into a party. Once we got the staircase torn down, I had to scoot. The stage lights are hot, and I'm exhausted, but the extra credit was worth it." Claudie huffed an exhausted sigh and fanned the sweaty sheen from her forehead. Despite the chill outside, the work was hard, and the diner remained warm and cozy, too cozy for Claudie as she slid into the open seat at Todd's hip. "Frankie, hun? Can I get a strawberry milkshake?"

"Hey, uh, Claudie, I probably can't finish this all on my own. Would you, maybe, want to share?" he asked as Frankie slipped him an extra straw from the pocket of her apron. Claudie's cheeks matched the strawberry milkshake as she nodded in Todd's direction, blind to the smirk shared by her roommates. "Here, take this, too. You'll freeze on the way home without a jacket," he offered as he shrugged off his leather coat. 

Once again, the silver bells alerted Frankie that another hungry patron had entered. She let out a frustrated groan at the thought of a quiet night with friends disrupted, but the diner was struggling. She glanced at the door with a polite smile only to find Steven Meeks behind the menu stand, not daring to break the rule clearly posted, 'Please wait to be seated as his friends had. With that, Frankie rose from the table to greet him. 

"The party at Pittsie's place is still going strong, but I couldn't miss getting a last slice of pie for the year," he informed the group of friends as they rearranged to create space for him. 

Cecily laughed into the bitter brew at her lips, "Meeks, you didn't come here for pie any more than I came for coffee," she challenged and glanced in Frankie's direction. 

With Frankie at the pie case, Meeks sighed and acknowledged Cecily's teasing. "Ok, the pie isn't the best. But what do you suggest? A poem? A song on the jukebox? I don't do big odes like that. I just, I want her to know how much I -" he twisted his class ring around his finger as his voice trailed off. "Anyway, it is almost midnight. I got here in time to start the year off right. With you guys."

"I am glad you did," Frankie hummed in response before placing the pie plate on the table and taking the seat next to Steven. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to kiss Cece at midnight," she added, enjoying the way her words changed the features across his freckled face. 

Leaning back in the chair she had added to the end of the table, Cecily groaned as she watched her friends, cozy and happily paired for the holiday. "Well, put your worries to rest. Nobody is kissing me at midnight." 

"Where is Charlie tonight, Cece?" Todd asked innocently, but the question was enough to give Meeks whiplash as he turned to Cecily in surprise. Cecily shrugged. "Don't know. Probably some jazz thing. I thought about finding a jazz thing tonight. Might not be a bad idea. As Meeks said, it could be neat to start the year off right," she muttered, suddenly uneasy at the thought of who he may kiss in celebration. She left enough cash on the table to pay for pie, coffee, and the milkshake. "Happy New Year, kids. I'm going uptown." 

A flurry of snow met her at the door of the diner. Despite the darkened skies, she pulled her sunglasses over her eyes to shield herself from the incoming storm. The roar of the merriment from Times Square was deafening as she made her way further north. Before she knew it, she was nearly sprinting through the streets on her way to him, only stopping to acknowledge another romantic as he dashed through the white haze in the opposite direction. 

"Cecily?" the zealous lover skidded in his tracks at the sound of her voice. Charlie removed the hood from his jacket. He ran across the street, nearly missing a taxi and several jay-walking tourists on their way to the celebration. 

Wrapping her arms around him for the warmth they both desperately needed, Cecily giggled. "I was on my way uptown for a jazz thing. Charlie, I'm starting to think you just really like running through the snow all dramatic like." 

The celebration behind them exploded into song and fireworks as the clock struck midnight. When he was able to pull himself away from their kiss, Charlie nodded. "I love a grand gesture."    

sending all my love to those who are reading and those who have allowed me to bring their beautiful girls into this story. @cursebreakerfarrier - dearest Claudie is a joy @hystericalqween darling Frankie is a delight, always.

#young awkward wordy people #yawp #frankie peterson #freeks my beloved 🥺 #post dps #cecily thomas #character: claudie teller #Claudd my beloved #Dalmas my beloved (yes Charlie and Cece's ship name is pronounced Dumbass) this chapter is why