A Halloween Wonderland in Louisville, Kentucky

To see more of Kara’s creations, follow @__karadise__ on Instagram. To explore the Louisville Jack-O-Lantern Spectacular, check out the location page.

In Kentucky, a glowing trail of 5,000 carved pumpkins transports visitors to a Halloween wonderland: the Louisville Jack-O-Lantern Spectacular. “It’s not spooky, but it is magic,” says Kara Renee Bubenchik (@__karadise__), a local artist who has been carving intricate pumpkins for the event the past four years. “You’ve got beautiful artwork on these 80- or 90-pound [36- or 41-kilogram] pumpkins that are surrounded by thousands of different types of jack-o’-lanterns. You can’t walk through this trail and not feel in complete awe.” While the celebration only lasts about three weeks, in Kara’s house, the anticipation starts to build at the first signs of fall: “My 7-year-old daughter usually starts asking me right around September, ‘When does Pumpkin Land start? When does Pumpkin Land start?’”

The Story of Chipp’s Dog

Our friend Paul at Chipp Neckwear is a great storyteller. In fact, one of the better parts of my job is being able to call Paul on occasion, ostensibly to talk about business (he’s a sponsor on this site), but mostly to enjoy one of his fantastic stories. This morning, he emailed me this lovely story about his dog Herman, who’s now the logo of his Chipp Neckwear business:

When my wife and I got married in 1966, we bought an Old English Sheep Dog in England, who we called Herman. I soon realized that Herman was smarter than smart. I taught him how to play chess. In the photo above, Herman is just two years old, and he’d live until he was sixteen. Despite his intelligence, Herman wasn’t a very good chess player. We played many games throughout the years, but he only beat me three or four times. 

Herman often accompanied me to work (it’s good to own your own building). He was a small celebrity of sorts – not just in the office, but also through his appearances in television commercials. These days, he’s the logo for our Chipp Neckwear website, wearing one of our ties. 

Unfortunately, Herman did have one flaw: he was a womanizer. No female – canine or human – was safe from his uninvited advances. He couldn’t help himself. He’d run up to women on the street and jump up on them and lick them. He’d stick his nose in their most private of places. What he did to female dogs was even more embarrassing. Some people brushed it off as “that’s what dogs do,” but it didn’t make things any easier.  

As an aside, if you love dogs as much as I do, Chipp has some wonderful ties for every breed. I’m normally not one for animal motifs in neckwear, but ones representing family members get a pass. 

* Note: Goes without saying, although Chipp is a sponsor on this site, this is not a sponsored post. Our editorial policies are pretty plain and simple, and can be read here. 

Post ten random facts about yourself and then tag 15 people.

I was tagged by @politicalmamaduck

1. My first fanfiction was a star wars self-insert I wrote when I was nine, I would recover it and show it off but unfortunately it was deleted and the laptop I wrote it on is long gone

2. I took violin lessons for two weeks when I was four, but my mother decided to switch me to piano after that, so I’ve played piano since I was four years old

3. I owned over 300 books at one time

4. I’ve known my best friend for 12 years

5. I’ve been in 3 long-distance relationships (Texas-Massachusetts, Texas-Australia, and Texas-California)

6. I can speak at least a rudimentary amount of five languages (English, Spanish, Mandarin, ASL, and French)

7. I’ve only lived in 2 cities in my life (and never outside of about a three-mile radius in either city)…

8. But I’ve visited about 30 countries

9. This year I’m performing in my second opera (operetta, technically, but opera sounds cooler) and directing my first play

10. It took me 14 years to beat Ocarina of Time

I tag @vicious-rhythm @mnemehoshiko @ninahelvcr @ob1benobi @heavyflovv @thestolenrelic @jonathonyyyy @commiepumpkin and whoever else wants to do it!


A supposed Titan-Pokemon series tied to this Beast Boy and Ditto art I did last year that I’m scrapping and starting over some other time.

These are old and I literally had to redo Robin’s and Starfire’s part three and four times respectively to satisfy myself. I’m incredibly annoyed by it and this TTG! chibi style just ain’t cutting it for me anymore to continue Cyborg’s part and have to make it look the same. Again, these are old, I can’t do that. (Notice how Robin is not so chibi because I had finished him latest.)

But here, I’m uploading these anyway because I know some of you were looking forward to these. Just… take them.

Inside New York's First Transgender Modeling Agency

Peche Di, a Thai beauty queen who studied at New York University, spent five years booking occasional modeling gigs and looking for an agency to represent her. “They didn’t understand me,” she says, “so I struggled to find work.”

Finally, this past May, she decided to do something about the lack of opportunities for her and other transgender models. The 26-year-old walked into the county clerk’s office downtown and filed the paperwork for Trans Models, creating New York City’s first transgender modeling agency—and one of only three in the country, and perhaps the world.

Now, four months later, her agency has signed 19 models—10 men and nine women—and has done shoots for Budweiser and Smirnoff. Consultations are ongoing with a network executive about a possible reality-TV series.

Read more.


Three Sisters Recreate the Oscars Best Picture Nominees

Mom Maggie Storino likes to play dress-up with her daughters, but only if Oscar Best Picture nominees are involved. For the past four years, Storino has been working with her girls to recreate the most iconic movies of the year, with an adorable twist courtesy of 5-year-old Sophia, 3-year-old Sadie, and 8-month-old Sloane.


Scott Cawthon updates his website with a picture of a cucumber.

Three hundred people claim they knew this day was coming, one thousand emails are sent to Scott concerning it, a person starts making cucumber plushies, five new fan games are made about it, twenty people start drawing fan art of it, a person who is allergic to cucumbers begins eating them to see what it has to do with FNAF, Markiplier puts on his lucky flannel, four ask blogs are set up for it, twenty new fan-fictions are made about it, someone gets a cucumber tattoo, a handful of people try to brighten the image up to see if there are any hidden secrets, six people cosplay it, a huge debate on its gender is started, three new songs are made about it, one person who wants to fuck it comes out of nowhere, fourteen theory videos narrated by 10-year-olds are created, two people already have headcanon voices for it and one person starts a Kickstarter for the production of a life-sized cucumber.

i think about e/R as dads with a biological child a lot so i had to draw it

URGENT: Help Me Escape My Abusive Family

Hi, I’m Audrey. I’m a 21 year old mentally ill, autistic trans woman living in central New Jersey. One year ago I had a massive breakdown from dysphoria and stress, and after a brief hospitalization, was force to move back in with my parents when they refused to let me live any more in their second property. For the past year I’ve been forced to live in subpar conditions, with a “bedroom” that is nothing more than a five foot wide dining room with sheets over the doorways. I have very little personal storage space, almost no clothes (I have about three outfits, maybe four if I’m really being generous), still not a single bra after a year of hormones (I’m a decently endowed girl too; I’m wearing a tattered bra cami under my shirt in that pic)— Honestly the only thing I do have is an agreement for my father to pay for my hormones, and even that is constantly in jeopardy. Due to these living conditions, I also have close to zero privacy and am frequently overstimulated by constant TV noise day and night.

I am constantly subjected to deadnaming, misgendering, body shaming, and sometimes complete invalidation of both my sexuality and gender. I am frequently threatened with homelessness, physical violence, and while writing this post I was multiply threatened with institutionalization. My stress is so high on a constant basis that I have little to no memory retention, non-verbal periods, frequent dissociative episodes, and what energy that isn’t spent on scrounging for food or stimming to keep some stability is burned sobbing in bed and trying to avoid self-harm or suicide. I’m not happy that those aversions have become a daily struggle.

I need to get out. NOW. It’s been made clear by my parents’ actions that I’m no longer wanted here, and by my guess I have until May to leave. That’s less than a month. I have some friends who’ve offered to help me with money, but I still need more plus somewhere to live, if even temporarily while I find somewhere else to live long-term.

I need your help. If you would like to donate money, please follow this link ( Even a dollar will help. If you don’t want to use YouCaring, you can also send me money through Google Wallet @ toa4461(at)gmail(dot)com.

If you want to offer me housing, please contact me through Tumblr Messenger, Skype username omnuspowered, Line messenger name Blitzfrau, or email me directly @ toa4461(at)gmail(dot)com. While I have a very slight preference to stay in an area where I can still access my endocrinologist through reasonable-distance travel (Mazzoni Center in Philadelphia, PA) I’m open to any offer regardless of location.

If you can offer neither, please, PLEASE signal boost this. I need to get to safety, and I can only do that with the help of others.


“My girlfriends and I talk a lot about feminism and the inequality between the way men and women are talked about, the kind of things we say are, ‘Why is it mischievous, fun and sexy if a guy has a string of lovers that he’s cast aside; loved and left? Yet if a woman dates three or four people in an eight-year period she is a serial dater and it gives some 12-year-old the idea to call her a ‘slut’ on the internet?’ It’s not the same for boys, it just isn’t and that’s a fact.”  
 ―    Taylor Swift


“My girlfriends and I talk a lot about feminism and the inequality between the way men and women are talked about. The kind of things we say are: ‘Why is it mischievous, fun and sexy if a guy has a string of lovers that he’s cast aside, loved and left? Yet if a woman dates three or four people in an eight-year period she is a serial dater and it gives some 12-year-old the idea to call her a slut on the internet?’ It’s not the same for boys, it just isn’t and that’s a fact.”


photographer credit: tiffany spaulding 

once upon a time in years past, I used to model in my spare time! I was browsing through my old photoshoots and pictures and realized, the last time I posted this was before tumblr had a photoset feature. 

So, here is one of my old guro-lolita-zombie killer photoshoots.

i think this is a cool movie idea just waiting to happen…

If you’re a fan of Hamilton, please don’t think too deeply about the line “I’m still alive, when everyone who loves me has died” by Burr in “Wait for It”. 

Don’t think about how in the span of a few months when he was a toddler he lost his parents and grandparents. Or how three of his four children died in early childhood. Or how his wife, Theodosia, died 12 years into their marriage. Or how his daughter, all he had left, was lost at sea at 29 years old. And how he lived alone, without his family, for another two decades.

Don’t think about how Hamilton, who he loved in his own way, died by Burr’s own hand.

If you don’t want to be depressed, please don’t think about Aaron Burr thinking “I’m still alive, while everyone who loves me has died” his entire life.


On this day in History → Anne Boleyn, the Queen of England, is executed (d. 19 May, 1536)

Anne Boleyn was Henry VIII’s second wife, who is known for being one of the reasons Henry annulled his first marriage with Catherine of Aragon and broke with Papal authority to lead the Church of England, making her a key figure in the English reformation. Anne was charged with adultery, incest and high treason - charges that are now considered unjust and ‘unconvincing’ - and was sentenced to death on the 15th of May. Four days later, Anne was executed by a French swordsman. It only took a single stroke, and Anne was dead. Her body was buried in an old elm wood arrow chest in the Chapel of St Peter ad Vincula. Her grave was unmarked until 1876. 

Anne was Queen for three years, bearing one daughter. That daughter, who was declared illegitimate while Anne was awaiting execution, would become Elizabeth I. 

there’s an old legend that says if you stand in front of a mirror, turn the lights off and whisper “chicken” three times ashton irwin will appear and tell you about how he used to work at kfc four years ago 


“My girlfriends and I talk a lot about feminism and the inequality between the way men and women are talked about, the kind of things we say are, ‘Why is it mischievous, fun and sexy if a guy has a string of lovers that he’s cast aside; loved and left? Yet if a woman dates three or four people in an eight-year period she is a serial dater and it gives some 12-year-old the idea to call her a ‘slut’ on the internet?’ It’s not the same for boys, it just isn’t and that’s a fact.”  ―   @taylorswift

  • Jen:In the epilogue, where Josh and I have children, at the very end. I hope that doesn't give away the whole epilogue. The children in the movie were my nephews.
  • Josh:They look like Jen.
  • Jen:It was a baby. They look like me. The three year old, Bear, well he's four now, but he knew Josh, so they could play together well, it wouldn't be like an actor kid. And then the baby could cry and I could comfort him, because he knew me, because I'm his aunt.

Some tourists in the Chicago Museum of Natural History are marveling at the dinosaur bones. One of them asks the guard, “Can you tell me how old the dinosaur bones are?”
     The guard replies, “They are 3 million, four years, and six months old.”
     "That’s an awfully exact number,“ says the tourist. "How do you know their age so precisely?”
     The guard answers, “Well, the dinosaur bones were three million years old when I started working here, and that was four and a half years ago.”