custom ducks

World renowned K-Pop band, BTS, received custom Anaheim Ducks jerseys from Honda Center’s President, Tim Ryan and Director of Booking, JoAnn Armstrong and Senior Vice President of AEG Live/Goldenvoice, Susan Rosenbluth, on Saturday, April 1 before performing to two sold-out crowds at Honda Center in Anaheim, Calif.

baby sister | jughead jones

Originally posted by kylogue

a/n: thinking of making this into another small series!! based on a request!! let me know if you think i should post another part! also this is my first series where  im adding another POV get keen. also ill start a tag list for this so leave a message in my ask box or down below if you’d like to be added!!


it was another busy night at pop’s chock’lit shoppe.

booths were bursting at the seams as they celebrate the win of river dales very own bulldogs. i didn’t even need to go to the game to know that they’d won. 

teenagers and parents hustle into the diner buying burgers and fries by the dozen. me? i sat in my usual booth with my usual oder; cheese burger fries and a chocolate milkshake, with of course my laptop.

i was busy typing up my newest lead that i didn’t pay any attention to the small girl that walked through pop’s doors and ended up at the front of my booth, fries and milkshake in hand.

“can i sit?” she murmurs shifting on her feet

i tilt the lid of my laptop down gesturing with my hands for her to sit, she smiles at me placing her food infront of her as she sips on her drink.

she studies me and i close my laptop completely glance at the small girl, she looked exactly like jellybean.

“everything okay?” she nods pulling books out of her back pack and plugging her headphones into her iPod.

i open my laptop and start typing again inspiration flowing through me. we stay like this for awhile, me working on my story and the little girl writing what seemed like english homework whilst bopping her head to the music that filled her earphones.

she sighs heavily causing me to look up at her “im holly (y/l/n)” i smile “jughead jones the third” she chuckles.

“theres three of you named jughead” she giggles her laugh carrying through the diner, the dinner rush was over and most of the booths were now empty. it was just us, pop and a few local stragglers. 

“you miss holly remind me of my sister” she raises her eyebrows “can’t say the same about you- my sister is way cooler than you” she sass’ and i laugh.

“how old are you holly?” “I’m 10, you?” “17″ i reply stealing one of her fries “hey!” she sulks.

“my sisters 17 too, she steals my fries too” i nod smirking to myself

“her names (y/n) we just moved her from san fransico, how olds your sister?” 

i close my laptop setting it aside “my sister is 10 years old same as you her names jellybean” she laughs again “is there three jelly beans too?” i shake my head “nope just the one and only”.

she pops a few fries in her mouth “can i ask you a few questions?” i chuckle “haven’t you just been doing exactly that?” she shakes her head.

folding my arms across my chest i decide to give in “fine, i’ll bite”

a take a swig from the saucer infront of me “are you writing about that dead kid?” i spit out my coffee choking slightly.

“yes or no?”


“do you ever take that beanie off?” 


“not even when you shower” she pesters

i lean forward “i even poop with it on” she giggles and makes a disgusted face.

“my turn” she nods 

“what are you listening to?”

“music” i roll my eyes gesturing for her to go on “right now- all time low” 

“why are you at a diner asking a stranger at 10pm personal questions?”

her eyes widen “wait your not a murder right?” i cock my eyebrow “maybe”

“my sister was supposed to come meet me here for dinner after she’d finished work that was” she pauses looking down at her watch

“3 and a half hours ago” 

i brush my thumb against my lips “is that true?” she shrugs smirking mischievously to herself.

“do you want to use my phone to contact your sister?” she shakes her head frantically “NO”

i lean back in the booth smiling maniacally crossing my arms infront of my chest “so you sister doesn’t know your here?”

she sinks lower into the booth sipping her milkshake shamelessly 

“she’s probably worried about you”

the younger girl looks up sadly before her eyes drift over to the entrance the bell chiming indicating a new customer “crap!” she ducks underneath the table hiding herself behind my legs.

“hey!” i complain as the girl hugs my legs.

i scoff and turn and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of pop’s. her (y/h/c) was dripping wet from the downpour outside yet it still looked incredible.

her clothes hugged her figure as the water drops from the fabric to the clean tiles. her eyes scan the booths looking for someone.

she walks over to pop worry evident on her face “hey I’m looking for my little sister she’s 10 but this high, brown hair” she gestures with her hands “her names holly” 

i clear my throat pointing to my booth, as the younger girls back pack and homework sprawled out on the table top.

she mutters a thank you before approaching my booth, she breathes a sigh of relief as she realises that the back pack indeed belonged to her younger sibling.

“you must be holly’s sister?” she nods rocking awkwardly on her heels “(y/n) (l/n) I’m sorry if she’s been bothering you- and you are?” she smiles down at me her cheeks tinting red in the warm diner.

“jughead jones-” i pause “the third” she giggles nd boy do i have to contain myself from drooling.

“there’s three of you named jughead?” she continues giggling covering her mouth and apologising “oh god I’m sorry i shouldn’t be laughing” i chuckle to myself smiling up at the girl.

“its fine, your sister actually said the exact same thing” she widens her eyes and drops to her knee spotting her younger brunette sister curled up at my legs.

“holly!” she scolds “get out and leave the poor boy alone” i try and hide my smirk.

“his name is juggie and he’s my friend” she retorts.

“its fine (y/n) honestly i have a little sister the same age, its harmless really” she shakes her had dipping back under the table.

“you give me no choice” i watch as the (y/h/c) girl moves under the table trying to grab her younger sister from underneath the table.

squeals fill the diner until holly pops out of the booth her sister trying to follow suit only to bash her head on the table and aggressively grab my thigh in the process of a line sentence of cussing.

i lean down to her offer my hand “you okay?” 

she clutches her head with one hand and she grabs mine with the other allowing me to pull her up into the seat beside me.

“id like to say that karma for laughing at my birth name?” 

she giggles still wincing in pain “atleast theres no gum in your hair” i muse smiling at the mystery girl.

“this day keeps getting better” she smiles sarcastically

“c’mon holz mums worried sick i need to get you home, so say goodbye to your new found friend and lets go. no more running away” she nods sadly rolling her eyes at her older sister.

“can we come back here tomorrow” she whines as the older girl packs away holly’s books into her backpack.

“i don’t know holly I’m already swamped in school work we can’t be coming here on a daily basis i can’t watch you all the time” the younger girl looks disappointed.

“i’ll be here” i speak up the two girls turning to look at me “if you don’t have the time you can drop her off and illl look after her for an hour or two”

she sighs looking at her sister as she stands on her knees begging her sister 

“please please please”

she looks at me biting her lip “i don’t know holz” 

holly’s face drops disappointment clearly evident on her face.

“you can come too, bring your homework if you feel up to it” she smiles at me before slipping out of the booth “i’ll think about it” 

i nod a smile creeping on my face.

“c’mon holly say bye to jughead” she smiles at me giving me a fist bump before walking to her sister.

“thank you, for looking after her. i know not everyone is wired to be kind to a young lost girl. i owe you one”

“if you come tomorrow ill make it even” he says hopeful wanting to know more about the beautiful new girl.

“maybe, goodnight” she places her hands on her sisters holders and guides her toward the exit looking back one last time to send a small smile my way.

there was something about her and i couldn’t quiet put my finger on it but i had to know her.

Tsar Alexei I Mikhailovich

When boyars missed his dawn church services he registered their names and had them collected with hands bound behind their back and, wearing their robes, tossed into the river where they might easily have drowned or died of cold. “This is your reward”, he laughed, “for preferring to sleep with your wives instead of celebrating the lustre of this blessed day.” He relished this despotic bullying, writing to his friends, “I have made it my custom to duck courtiers every morning in a pond. The baptism in the Jordan is well done. I duck four or five, sometimes dozen, whoever fails to report on time for my inspection.”

But these games were deadly serious. He put the old boyars in their place. When he had to promote a military bungler like Prince Ivan Khovansky, nicknamed the “Windbag”, the tsar did so “even though everyone called you a fool”. He indulgently remprimanded the Whispering Favourite Khitrovo for keeping a harem of Polish sex slaves and he was infuriated by the whoremongering of his own father-in-law Miloslavsky: Alexei told him either to give up sex or to marry fast.

Simon Sebag Montefiore: The Romanovs


The latest order from my etsy store: Big version of the mini puppet duck!

Had a lot of fun painting this and very happy with how (creepy) it turned out!

Having finished Silver Eyes the week it came out, I’m now eagerly awaiting the adorable strangeness that will be Fnafworld! :)

Like Fire and Water - Part 2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Yes, okay, I know it’s a bit of a massive coincidence, but that’s the awesome thing about the Avatar-verse; there’s an in-built excuse for any coincidneces like that; spirits did it. And after everything the spirits put Zuko through in his life, he deserves a turn of good luck for once (even if it does have a bit of a bite to it).

Also, I had a lot of fun coming up with all the different marriage traditions in this story =D

Zuko hated his job. He was bad with people on a good day, and he hadn’t had one of those for the last three years. Being forced to interact with dozens of people every day and be polite and ignore it when they were rude and keep a strangle hold on his temper, it grated. He liked it when the dishes piled up, so he could swap with Uncle and take his frustration out scrubbing cups and teapots. But then the orders would pile up, and Zuko would have to dry his hands and head out to take orders while Uncle rushed about making a dozen different types of tea at once.

Three new customers interrogated for their tea preferences, and Zuko was heading back into the kitchen with profound relief when he heard the little bell above the door go again. He wanted to groan and maybe slam his head into a wall a few times. It would be less painful than talking to people. He forced himself to keep going on pure force of will, ducking into the kitchen to pass the orders off to Uncle, and to take the two cups of ginseng for one table, and the pot and three cups of Uncle’s special jasmine blend for another.

It was easy to spot the new customers as he stepped back out of the kitchen again, because one of them was wearing Water Tribe blue. Instinct had Zuko tensing, ready to fight, because where the Water Tribe was, the Avatar was never far behind- Except no, this was an adult man, and just beyond him Zuko could see dark green sleeves with feminine patterns at the hems and long dark hair.

Of course, he reminded himself, rolling his eyes and forcing himself to get back to work, the Avatar had convinced the Northern Tribe to end their long seclusion. It was probably going to become a much more common sight, Water Tribe Blue. Although, a warrior – undoubtedly fighting in the war against the Fire Nation – in Ba Sing Se was an odd sight, given the pretence everyone was expected to keep up here. And that was another thing that pissed Zuko off. He might never have been great at politics, not nearly as good as Azula, but even he knew that denying the war wasn’t going to lead anywhere good.

He put down the tea pot, passed out the three cups, and turned to deliver the other order before going over to see what the Water Tribe and his date wanted. Except as he stepped around another table, the angle changed enough for him to catch a glimpse of said date out of the corner of his eye.

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A few months ago I tried my hand at repainting some of my stuff. Like the little Darkwing/GizmoDuck/Megavolt that used to come in cereal boxes. Also my Handsome Jack Pop figure. Pretty pleased with how they came out and it was an exercise in eye strain but very calming at the same time. So… here they are, with the originals up top. I will probably do more at some point.


Have you ever wondered what happened to the giggly girl who wanted to touch Jace’s mangos and gave him her phone number?

Well he txt her and requested pictures of mangos and a pool full of tomato soup.

Sadly the ducks invaded and I’m pretty sure she will never be seen again.
My top two favorite books from TMI are city of ashes and city of lost souls.
Credit to my mom for putting up with my strangeness and taking crazy cool photos after spending days prepairing for this bathroom madness.
Credit goes to me for my epic custom Jace doll

But most of all credit goes to @cassandraclare for being a life saving inspirational beacon of hope.
Thank you very much for giving a few lucky people the chance to win an amazing contest for your New book Lady Midnight.

And a great shout out to all you TMI/TID fans books make the imagination soar it’s very apparent with a lot you all do.
I’m glad to be apart of this fandom and see all the love you guys have.
It’s so beautiful ❤❤

Extra Cream

So my birthday clone, @victorineb wanted a follow-up to my coffee shop AU for her birthday. This was the best I could do, my darling, I hope you enjoy! Have a wonderful birthday!

         “You’re telling me it’s been two weeks and you still haven’t touched Hot Hannibal’s cock?” Bev gaped at Will as she made change for a very stunned grandmotherly type. Will’s mouth dropped open, eyes wide. He pointed at the shell-shocked customer. Bev spared her a small smile. “Sorry ma’am, but my friend has been in love with this guy for like a year, finally started dating him, and now he tells me he’s stuck on first base!”

         The lady nodded, fixing Will with a sympathetic smile. “Performance issues?”

         Beverly beamed as Will’s mouth thinned into a tight line.

         “Your cocoa will be ready over there, ma’am,” he said through gritted teeth, a rigid arm pointing her to the end of the counter. He turned to Beverly and hissed, “I hate you.”

         “You should hate him, what the fuck is up with this dude?” Bev glanced at another customer. “Welcome to Mizumono, can you hang on for a sec?”

         She turned back to Will.

         “Seriously, I’m thinking we have to change his name from Hot Hannibal to Professor Blue Balls.”

         Will shoved Beverly to the side, face aflame. “I’m sorry for the delay what can I get you?”

         “I’ll have a vanilla latte please and a blue ball – UH I MEAN BLUEBERRY scone.” The woman wouldn’t look at him as she thrust a twenty in his direction. Will glared at Bev, willing her head to explode. It never worked, but he had faith that if he just kept practicing…

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Listen. The first time I heard about Homestuck, it was 2 weeks before my 17th birthday. I was pretty big into roleplaying on Livejournal and one of my friends decided to pick up Karkat, about a week after his introduction to the comic. We didn’t know anything about his arc, or what this would become. He yelled, messed with John, and that was all that mattered. She begged me to read Homestuck, and I delayed 6 months while whining about the length. (“It’s been going on for more than a year?? That’s soooo loooong!” Hah.) Finally, in January of 2011, she called me in tears because one of her favorite characters had died- it was the beginning of The Murder Arc and I agreed to read it. I was caught up one month later, playing [S] Seek The Highblood at 2:30 in the morning on a high school night, crying with headphones in as the honks echoed throughout the game. I still tell this story, to people who are just catching up, about how exhausted I looked after 3 hours sleep and how my teachers almost sent me home because I was up half the night.

Listen. The first time I told a friend about Homestuck, it was a convention, two weeks after I was caught up. I was planning a panel- an IC Q&A, like I did in Hetalia once, and I had everyone but Vriska. The girl I was telling I knew pretty well- we went to the same high school, though she had graduated a year before. I thought she would like it. I showed her Rose’s Enter flash and a pesterlog of Vriska and Terezi. She accepted. We’re roommates now. She’s my best friend; my Scourge Sister. We tell this story when people ask how we became so close. Funny thing, we’ll say. It started with this fuckin webcomic.

Listen. The first time I cosplayed from Homestuck, I didn’t know how to sew. I followed an online tutorial to put buttons on a pre-made skirt. I painted lines on shoes and had a friend made Jade’s atom out of puff paint. All my costumes before this were pre-bought. This was the first thing I made, and I was proud of it. Less than 2 months later, I made my first pair of armsocks. I wrote a tutorial. Now, 5 years later, I looked at a costume from Dragon Age, and went “yeah, I can make that” and it took less than a month. People ask how I know how to sew, and this is the story I tell, about pricking my finger on a stray needle as I tried to get a button on, and cutting a fake belt out of felt.

Listen. The first time I moved out of the house, to college, 10 states away, just after my 18th birthday, I got my roommate to read Homestuck so we’d have something to talk about. When Cascade dropped that fall, we huddled by my computer, after an hour of trying to load Newgrounds, watching the flash on a livestream from an MSPA Forums moderator. We clutched each other and cried as our kids went God Tier. We started working on costumes the following day. Our apartment was littered with printouts of fanart, and once to scare me she coated the room in Gamzee. The following April Fools, it was Nic Cage. We had faces drawn on our tissue boxes in corresponding colors to the Beta Kids. People will ask, what was your college experience? I will tell them these stories. I will tell them how the RA couldn’t get the picture of Jake English off the ceiling.

Listen. The first time I met people I knew were going to be close to me, I knew would stand by me, it was Homestuck. The first time I made an expansive group of friends that stayed close. The first time I planned events, panels, that evolved into bigger and better things, that became 4/13 meets, that became themed meets, that became Promstuck, that became a 700 person shoot in the back of a convention center. It has been five years and about a month since I read Homestuck. It has been nearly 6 years since I first heard about it. I am 2 and a half months shy of my 23rd birthday. I am wearing a home-made Terezi hoodie, as I clock out from my job to go pick up a prescription. There are two rubber ducks, customized by a friend to be Vriska and Terezi, sitting on my figurine shelf to my right. In my bed there are 9 scalemates- none I’ve made myself, but almost all gifts, some from friends and some from strangers. The wall above my bed is dedicated to pictures people have given me- a sweet doodle from a girl at a con who drew pictures for everyone, and gave me mine special for making her first convention and her first fandom an amazing experience. A cardboard Prospit hangs on the ceiling from the first Promstuck, a gift from the craft team to me for the event. A card is tacked to the wall behind my desk, from 3 events later, signed by the whole team. I still have the plastic crown that never fit my head hanging off my bedpost, most of it’s gems missing, from when I was voted Homestuck Prom Queen at the first Promstuck. If there was a fire, it’d be one of the things I would think to save.

Homestuck has always been a story about growing up. About realizing yourself. About the bonds you make and the friends you carry with you and the ones you don’t even know are waiting right around the corner. Homestuck came to me the summer before senior year of high school. I have now been out of college for almost a year. I am living with my Scourge Sister, lay on a red couch I picked out as a joke of our trope. The only photo of us in the apartment is the picture we took after our first Homestuck panel, in full grey. Everyone I know, including me, has other interests- has held other things close to their heart- but when I think of Homestuck, it’s going to be these stories. Stories of being stopped on the street and given a thumbs up for a hoodie with a Homestuck symbol on it, stories of listening to the Colours and Mayhem album on it’s release date as I went to pick up a friend for a 4/13 meetup, stories of singing karaoke in closed quarters with Homestuck lyrics pasted over in a cacophony of sound, stories of strangers approaching me at conventions with little gifts of appreciation, stories of internet roleplaying late into the night, stories of crying and laughing and some people you see once and some people you hope you see for the rest of your life. Stories of growing up. Snapshots of my life, influenced by a comic I read on the internet in high school.

I know Homestuck means a lot to a lot of people. But to me it will always be the thing that brought me into adulthood. That made a hard transition of life not so hard. That made me feel safe in knowing no matter where I went, someone would share my passions. That a Homestuck shirt was an invitation, a smear of grey a friendship, a late night text chat a promise. And in the end I think it’s perspective I appreciate the most, because I’m sad the comic’s ending, hard to think of what i’ll do without it. But it gave me the strength to go on.

And it’s always going to leave me wondering, “Okay, so, what’s next?”