Held every year in New York, the Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze is a 25-night-long Halloween event featuring some 5,000 hand-carved, illuminated pumpkins arranged into dinosaurs, sea monsters, zombies, and other spooky sculptural forms.
Since 2005, the Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze has been doing just that to create dazzling displays on the grounds of Van Cortlandt Manor in Croton-on-Hudson, N.Y. The event goes through more than 10,000 pumpkins (weighing 200,000 pounds!) each season to create environmental, intractable structures and sculptures inspired by the land art works of artists such as Michael Heizer, Robert Smithson, Donald Judd, and Andy Goldsworthy.
A magic item for Dungeons & Dragons fifth edition.
wondrous item, uncommon
This carved pumpkin casts bright light in a 5-foot radius and dim light for an additional 5 feet. After 10 days, the pumpkin withers and its light is extinguished. If a creature is killed in the bright light when fewer than 10 days remain, the blazing jack-o’-lantern burns for 1 day longer. While it burns, you can use your action to throw the blazing jack-o’-lantern up to 20 feet, shattering it on impact. Make a ranged attack against a creature or object, treating the blazing jack-o’-lantern as an improvised weapon. On a hit, the target takes 2d6 fire damage. A warlock or necromancer may create a blazing jack-o’-lantern by performing a special 1-hour ritual. The ritual uses a pumpkin, 25 gp worth of ruby dust, and requires the caster to expend a spell slot of 1st level or higher.
Respectfully disagreeing with Jack's "Let's Talk!" video
I wanna start by saying to his other fans. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I love him and it is okay to disagree with your faves, those you love, like, etc because no one person will always agree. I also wanna state that this isn’t attacking or sending him hate. I would never do that to him. With that being said, I will start talking to @therealjacksepticeye
Jack, I love you so much but I won’t pretend to agree with this video. Here are some things I’d like to point out. I’m not hating or anything but this is how I feel. Besides you can respect, like, or love someone and not agree with them.
I think you did a lot of trying to please both sides in the Felix vs the media thing and I wish that if this is the case you wouldn’t Do that. You’ve stated that you don’t like drama and you don’t like being in middle of the Things as well as you don’t like people being mad at you. I get that. I really do BUT this video was a bit Of what seemed like trying to please both sides: those who are on Felix’s side and those who are on the media’s side/Hate Felix. You missed some huge points and highlighted to much on others. I love you more than I love Felix (and I love Felix a lot) but there is a lot you said that I don’t agree with it as well as some things I do but I think that you trying to pretend that the media didn’t drastically take things out of context etc. Now that being said, I think you highlighted to much on how it was stupid jokes and the consequences. It’s been acknowledged by everyone including Felix who apologized. Although the fiverr incident was more of a social experiment. Now the jokes it’s self wasn’t even the main point that anyone was trying to make during the “War” because people acknowledge that it was and 99% of people didn’t deny that. The whole issue was the media lied, took things out of context drastically, and slandered someone’s name. The whole point everyone is trying to make is that they took things as far as using a Clip of Felix pointing to try and make their claims stick that he was an antisemitic and racist. Which completely seemed to, at least to me, go over your head because you were trying to stay in the middle.
Another thing is you acted like Disney was in the right for dropping Felix because they don’t like things that aren’t kid friendly associated with them. There are more than one thing wrong with that statement. 1) Sarah Silverman is with Disney doing black face and dressing up as a Nazi without them batting an eye. 2) idubbbz saying N***** Faggots more than once daily and is part of Maker Studios and No one bats an eye. 3) Disney Will always have racism and antisemitism associated with them because of their old cartoons and Walt Disney himself. 4) Disney and YouTube said nothing until WSJ contacted them. They got scared that they would be the ones slandered in the media so they took the easy way out. 5) Disney, Maker Studios, and YouTube also knew before hand that Felix was NOT KID FRIENDLY.
Now, Jack, I hate to be the one to call people out because I also hate drama and don’t like people to be mad at me (which the last thing I want is for you to be mad at me) but here is the thing, I can’t sit by and not let things go by. So recall this:
“Me and @Jack_Septic_Eye have joined Isis which is why we both got unverified.”
“@pewdiepie I said NAZIS!! Not ISIS! God damnit Felix…….”
“@Jack_Septic_Eye oh shit….”
“@pewdiepie good luck explaining that one.”
Now this is an example of a joke that taken out of context could be used to slander you as well as Felix if the media decided to take you down next (Not saying this will happen). Not to mention if Felix’s jokes aren’t okay than how was this? Me asking this and bringing it up is no way a personal attack on your anything. I just feel like it needs answered.
If you want to discuss things further with me about this you’re welcome to it. I want to give you a chance to respond to these things and even defend yourself concerning some of the things I’ve said here concerning you if you feel like it’s wrong or even an attack on you but I promise I’m not. Anyways, I’m still staying subscribed regardless of me disagreeing. I realize I won’t always agree with everyone. Love you, Jack.
P.s : I hope you don’t take any offense to this. I truly am not trying to attack you or anything. It was just me discussing why I disagreed etc.
He has seen his life in another’s
arms. Diana Fowley was posed as his wife, the mother of his children. He didn’t
like it. It stung and galled and burned. Now, in his sleep, he pushes away the
lingering memories, or are they dreams? His body has almost recovered but he
worries that his mind may never be entirely his own again. He is thankful that Scully
is attentive in the field these days, flirty almost. He likes this side of her.
A little reminder of the young woman she was way back when, the girl in the
ill-fitting suit, with the wide-eyed innocence masking the cutting intellect.
The girl who smiled.
But what of Scully’s life in
another’s arms? He is trying to imagine this Daniel, the professor who should
have known better, but fell headlong into the temptation of a young Dana. What
was it about this man? She is trying to explain, but he can’t get past the idea
of her in a Buddhist temple having a life-changing moment without him. He wants
to delve further into the visions and the collective unconscious and auras. But
she needs to talk about Daniel. About what has been and about what might have
He is expounding about fate and
destiny when he turns to see she is asleep. In this state, she is returned to
that young girl, that innocent, and his heart aches. There has been a pull, a
gravity to their relationship recently. Something shifted earlier in the year.
He kissed her on New Year’s Eve. And since, he has tested and weighed and
measured their partnership. Using her science practices to test something
intangible. He pulls the blanket over her and ponders the way life has led them
to this point.
What if she had declined Blevins
request to debunk his work? Would she be Chief Medical Examiner somewhere more
exotic than DC? What if she hadn’t been returned? Would he have finally
succumbed to the ever-present darkness that often threatened to overwhelm him?
What if Emily had lived? Would she have stepped back from her work to be the
kind of mother he knew she could be? And what if he’d pushed her too hard to
believe in his quests, his notions, his ideals? Would she have thrown her hands
up and walked away?
How many times has fate stepped
in to save them? How many times has destiny turned on itself and shown them a
different path? How many ways can he be thankful that despite all they’ve
endured, they are here together in his apartment? He pushes her hair out of her
face. Under his touch she is cool so he tucks the blanket under her chin. His
bed sheets are cold and he curls on his side, hugging his knees and wonders how
she would feel against him.
In his dream she is naked. She is
a beauty, all pale skin and rose tips and gentle valleys. She is pliant and serious
and otherworldly. She is silence and an echoing avalanche. But when he looks he
is not him. He is Daniel and she is young and scratching his back with her
naiveté. She slips away from him, folding in on herself like a transition
looks again she is with Jack, fire blazing and snow falling. She is stronger
here, wears her vulnerability close to her skin and shucks it off when she
needs to. He can almost reach her, in this dream, he stretches his fingers out,
greedy for her touch.
The third time she is fiery and mutinous.
She is breathing fast and hard and she throws off her mantle of prudence. She
shakes her flaming hair down her back and he spreads his hand out desperate to
follow the path of her spine down to the snake that is there to remind him of
the infinite cycle of reinvention. But he is Ed Jerse, eyes wild and mind
He wakes with a start. He shivers
and goes to pull the duvet further up his body but it is stuck. He turns to sit
and she is there, at the side of his bed, holding the covers. She is undressed
save for her underwear. In the shadows of his room and in the shadows of his
mind she is even more beautiful than he has ever imagined.
“Are you sure, Scully?”
“I think this is the right path
for us, Mulder.”
She slips under the sheets and
presses herself into him. His arms engulf her and he pulls her even closer. He
bends to kiss her and she tastes like coffee and sleep and promises. He savours
the salt and the sweet, he bites and sips and nibbles and samples. She is gourmet
and home-style and his appetite for her is voracious. He has never tasted better and he knows there will be no other.
She is gone before he wakes but
when he opens his eyes he sees clearly for the first time in years.
The wind kicks up, blowing sand into Timothy’s face and across his back. He can feel it trickling into his shirt and down his spine; this outcropping doesn’t offer much in the way of protection from the wind, and he’s already covered in a fine layer of desert dust. He wipes off his goggles and sights down the scope again, breathing out as his body goes still against the sun-baked stone.
His ECHO crackles. “You’re losing him.” Wilhelm sounds mildly concerned, which for Wilhelm is an expression of great distress.
“I’m not losing him,” Tim murmurs, watching the bandit leader move and counting down in his head.
“Take the shot.” Wilhelm gets impatient when he can’t charge in with guns blazing, but Jack had asked specifically for the bandit leader’s head and guaranteeing whole body parts isn’t exactly Wilhelm’s specialty.
“I will.” Timothy settles himself more firmly on the ground.
That almost jolts Timothy out of that still, centered place; his cross-hairs waver for a moment, then he reaches up and clicks the ECHO off.
“Tim who,” he mutters, breathes out, and fires.
The bandit camp explodes into activity below him, and as the unmistakable whine of Wolf and Saint starts up Tim stands, grimacing at the feel of sand and sweat clinging to his back. A shower will fix that once they return to Helios, but Tim has a feeling that the memory of his name - his real name - on Wilhelm’s lips won’t be so easily washed away.