#Oct. 28

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Employees of the New York Stock Exchange learn a different kind of work as they begin a six-week course in the basics of military drill, October 28, 1942.

Photo: Matty Zimmerman for the AP

[incognitopolls]

"Noun names" would include atypical names like "Sock" or "Brick" as well as more traditional names like "Rose" or "Hunter."

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[konigsblog]

Loser!König expects sex on his birthday!

[blinkandyoumissit]

28 OCT 2016 | MLB • Patrick Stump on the Cubs, discusses performing before the World Series

[icelectricspyro]

Happy Hop Day 2023!

[diavorchid]

"Can't we get a special?" asked Lord Godalming.

i'm sorry, dear Art, but that made me chuckle. felt like a rich boy moment lmao.

[oneknightstand-if]

Public Service Announcement

Good news: I finally finished code-checking and polishing Part 1 of the fencing club route yesterday!

Bad News: My computer promptly shut off and refused to turn back on fifteen minutes after that.

Good News: After eight fruitless hours of trying to turn it back on, I gave up, disconnected all peripherals, and made an appointment at a nearby computer repair shop. On the way out the door, I tried to turn it on one last time...

Computer: Surprise, m0therf#cker!

Bad News: The writing is pretty much on the wall here. But I'm just going to sit over here in the corner with Denial MC and Sloth MC as my companions until it catches on fire.

[hang-on-lil-tomato]

I’m surprised that MAX would admit it!

[mikeywayarchive]

Voodoo Music Experience // 10/28/11

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Florence Mills of the Hippodrome, who claims to have originated the Charleston, teaches it to Charlie the seal, October 28, 1925.

Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images/Fine Art America

[incognitopolls]

For whatever definition of having kids– biological, adopted, fostered, etc.

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[hola-soy-una-persona]

Me encantan esos blogs en los que literalmente ponen toda su vida, es como hechar chismesito un rato ahre

[akasanata]

Finally, news

No train fiend mention :/

Beware of mental links

Masterpost

[blinkandyoumissit]

28 OCT 2016 | MLB • Patrick Stump from multi-platinum rock band Fall Out Boy sings national anthem before Game 3 of the World Series

[mysteryideasgroup]

Day 28: Creepy

Matilda is shocked and horrified by Red Glowing Eyes of Demons and Monsters

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For @laurasanchez36

All belongs to my msa oc sona and enemy ocs sonas

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Reign

Word Count: 635

Reblogs > Likes

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The king's reign had come to an end, this was a well known thing by now, what with the werewolf moping around his crastle which still stood on its mountain overlooking the shopping district. No one knew what to do with it really.

Which is sort of why Cleo found herself leaning up against the doorframe to Ren's room, the ex-king looking out one of his large windows with his ears drooping.

"Are you here to mock me?" Ren muttered.

"I'm here to make sure a friend doesn't do something stupid." Cleo shot back.

He barely turned his head, growling lowly. "If I remember correctly, Lady Cleo, you were one of the people who betrayed me."

"You're hung up about that?"

Ren was turning around now, his face looked tearstained and just a bit red. He looked pathetic, just like a kicked dog.

"Ren, my former lord, this isn't about those that betrayed you now is it?" She said still in a firm tone, though it almost sounded just the tiniest bit softer.

The former king sighed in an all too dramatic way before moving to flop down on his bed face first, burying himself in pillows as he groaned.

Cleo had to hold herself back from laughing at the whole show, but they managed to drag themself back. Ren was legitimately sad, crying for gods know how long, and was more pathetic than usual.

They made their way to the bed, sitting on the edge as they looked Ren over.

"Was I a good king?"

"No." Cleo answered quickly. "I'd even go as far as saying you were incompetent."

Ren chuckles, just a small sign of progress.

“But I have a feeling that isn’t what you’ve been upset about.”

“Oh, is the hollowhearted zombie suddenly now a caring person?” Ren joked sarcastically

Cleo scoffed lightly. “Only when my friends have locked themselves in a tower for a month straight.”

There was a heavy pause before Ren was turning to look up at Cleo, worry in his blue eyes. “Its been a month?”

“Yes, now tell me why you’ve been sulking around your abandoned crastle.”

Another sigh, another pause, then Ren was flipping over to lay on his back and look at the ceiling. Cleo thinks she’s never seen the werewolf without any form of glasses on, but here he was looking like a wet dog with his tail tucked between his legs and no sunglasses in sight.

“Was I- Was I a good person? A good friend, even?” He mutters.

“Well you let the power get to your head, and a few people are rightfully pissed, but some saw it as a game.”

“Then am I good enough to be forgiven?”

"What makes you believe you aren't?" Cleo asked, there was almost a bit of mischief in her voice.

"I-... I guess you're right, Lady Cleo."

"Please, Ren, you don't need to be all regal anymore." They say before reaching a hand out to Ren, helping the werewolf sit up so they can see eye to eye. "You are not the king anymore, and I'm not a member of the square table. We're healthier this way."

Ren reluctantly nods his head, tension leaving his shoulders as Cleo runs her hands over his.

"Now, up, you've got people worried about you." The zombified gorgon says while dragging Ren to his feet. "So go talk to people."

"Right, of course, I shouldn't keep them waiting. What kind of friend would I be then?" He says with a half hearted laugh.

Before he knows it, Ren's feet are guiding him outside and down the many flights of stairs, Cleo watching with careful eyes as he greets others. It almost feels like the world itself breathes a sigh of relief as the werewolf returns to his pre-kinghood self.