#Las Vegas experiences

[slots-a-fun]

The Flamingo Habitat

The Flamingo Wildlife Habitat has long been considered one of the most peaceful destinations on the Las Vegas Strip. It attracts visitors who want a break from the noise and excitement of the casinos. The habitat is open to the public for free, allowing everyone to come and appreciate the beauty of the flamingos and other wildlife in a tranquil environment.

Nature Meets Neon One of the most unique and beloved features of the Flamingo Hotel and Casino is its Flamingo Wildlife Habitat. This lush, serene environment, located right in the heart of the bustling Las Vegas Strip, provides a stark contrast to the neon lights and casino action that dominate the city. It’s a peaceful oasis where nature and luxury come together, showcasing one of the most…

[petit-papillion]

The Ferrari mechanics watching the final corners of the 2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix.

Ale trying to keep everyone calm and then being the first to jump up to celebrate. 🥰

🎥 martiverre

[camilablogg]

Guess the size of my trans cock guys😊

Telegram me at @bigbirdluna because I don't chat here often.

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[tani-b-art]

my reactions absolutely matched janine’s while av’shon (o’va) was having their little moment

[caprifiles]

i am still thinking that racing gods probably saw all fia's shit show at brazilian gp 2024 and decided to send the heaviest rain possible just to balance the scales

[anghraine]

My best friend and I moved in together with his closest friend from his MA program, and while I had met her before (the friend; my bff is a man), we hadn't spent much time together because I've never lived away from the West Coast (and only two years out of the PNW) and she's never lived outside of North Carolina and only briefly visited the PNW once, when she went to Portland last year.

It's been a delight to show her around the PNW and realize we need to explain things that are just sort of omnipresent in our lives. The bff and I were casually griping with each other about having to run an errand to Trader Joe's at an inconvenient hour, and were telling her, "it's okay, you can stay in the car and avoid the people if you want" and she was like "NO I MUST SEE IT, I'VE ONLY HEARD OF THEM" and nearly ascended to another plane when we showed her around the store.

The bff and I grew up in the same town in NW Washington (him for his first 18 years, me from 9 to 19) and he lived in Bellingham and Seattle for years before he went to NC for grad school (I went to the SF Bay Area for mine, a very different experience). Both of them are hardcore coffee aficionados, but he struggled with the different Coffee Ways of the South, so for the true PNW experience they want to tour various indie coffeeshops next.

Also, she adores Kaidan in Mass Effect and we were like, oh, is your passport up to date? We could take a trip sometime and show you your boyfriend's beloved English Bay. It's very beautiful :)

her: O_O

me: Actually, it's worth going to Vancouver BC for its own sake as well, it's truly spectacular. We used to go all the time as kids.

bff: And Victoria!

her: O_O

[tes-trash-blog]

The hardest Daedra to write from a Falmer perspective are Molag Bal, Mehrunes Dagon, and Sanguine.

Molag Bal I've had some leeway in, as my current thinking is that Bal is the truest reflection of Lorkhan's corpse. Life in the tundra is cruel, often needlessly so, and "worship" of Molag Bal is, if I had to make an analogy, more of how the Reachfolk treat Molag Bal: A fact of life, and one to be endured. Molag Bal comes after the last sunset of the year, and is the worst of winter. You do not worship it, you endure it.

Mehrunes Dagon is a very tough nut to crack. The Falmeri culture leaned heavily towards stasis, and the Lord of Change is a polar opposite. @aanthirin and I briefly brainstormed on this and she had the brilliant idea of Dagon being brought from the frozen hell of the north, burning into the Ice Elves until nothing remained. First comes the searing fire of pain, then the death. And if you survive the death, you may yet understand.

There's argument for a Dagonite cult that flourished among the survivors of the Falmer-Atmoran War. After all, Auri-El was left bereft and betrayed, and now these homeless sorts find themselves in the exact same position. Who wasn't to say that Mehrune Dagon, Lord of Change, the Ardent Hope, was not also fighting against this upheaval?

Sanguine remains impossible. Being the Prince of Debauchery, he simply doesn't seem to mesh with a culture whose idea of debauchery is unlike the cultures in which we live. Homosexuality isn't debauchery, it's simply a way of being. Being transgender isn't debauchery, it's simply a step in the journey to self-realization. Addictions weren't seen as moral failings, and therefore addicts weren't cast aside but treated and consoled. The Falmer only executed people for one crime, and it wasn't murder.

I realized then that Sanguine wasn't seen as a creature of baseless impulse by the Falmer, but rather the worst aspects of Molag Bal amplified. If Molag Bal is the darkness after the last sunset of the year, Sanguine is the sick bastard who knows that in the dark, there are no witnesses.

(tw: rape)

In short, Sanguine wasn't a messy fun uncle gay in Falmer culture.

Sanguine was the King of Rape.

[dallonwrites]

heads up seven up

thank uuu for the tag @encrucijada <3

okay for novel writing technically the last thing i wrote was edits (not even with the intention of editing really just playing around) on the until heaven opening (which is like. months old now but i'm not ready to actually draft the story so i keep quietly tinkering with the same set of 300 words and they don't feel first draft-y anymore) and the last thing i drafted was the lover boy opening so i'm just going to share both hehe 🫶 (also because the difference in sentence structure and thus length is sooooo fun to me)  

from lover boy:

“I’m good.” The man smiles like he believes him. He unzips and starts rummaging through a brown backpack and feels a need to keep a stream of words as he does so, fill the beachy quiet. How he and his friend — his best friend — had just got into San Francisco this morning. How they haven't slept and how they'd had been planning it for months, thinking about it for years, dreaming about it, how they stargazed the skyline from a gas station last night and couldn’t believe they had finally made it. Beau props himself up onto his elbows, half-listening, the man’s voice starting to blend into the waves, until he produces a Polaroid camera. “Could you get a photo of us, underneath the lights?.”

from until heaven (cw paternal death and vomit mention):

Joanne likes big parties, likes please, invite everyone! parties, likes what she calls chandelier parties: a self-defined philosophy that everyone’s lives would benefit from frequent doses of glamour, like a chandelier over an everyday dinner table. Felix has little experience with glamour; he'd brought a lemon risotto and gotten so wine drunk that, for a dizzy moment, he felt twenty-one again. He does not remember the party. All he knows is that he’s still drunk – in that half-melted, sludgy way that wine stays in you – and that right now, on the other side of the city, his sister is waiting for him because their father is dead and instead he’s here, stuck in a suburb he could never afford to live in, where he doesn’t know the way home and is still wine drunk with cherry-coloured blots down the front of his white button up which had, at some point unknown to him, become half undone. He knows that his headache is quietly growing vicious and he should take off his headphones, but they’re singing about Heaven and Las Vegas again – two places he has never been – and he knows that at some point, still unknown to him, his father died, and maybe that means he’s now stuck in Heaven or Las Vegas or somewhere in between. Or maybe that means he’ll just be everywhere, in the rain on Felix’s face and the ache behind his eyelids, and that’s how it’ll stay. It had been these revelations that woke him up before anyone else, on the couch of a seventies style conversation pit, dazed and then suddenly terrified, and it had been this terror that drove him to the bathroom because he thought he would vomit, but then didn't, and then noticed the roof was accessible through the window — which was when the cactus casualty took place — and now he's lying here, in the rain, all from a sudden and dire need for air.

tagging w/ no pressure @onomatopiya @musingsbycaitlin @filmografo and anyone who wants to be tagged!

[auroratigress]

The Vecna magnet was the only thing I got, it cracks me up. 🤣 Everything else was too expensive; I wanted that hoodie ($70! 😱) And yes, I spent an unspeakable amount of money on that Jerry Cantrell hoodie last month, but it was better quality and I knew I was getting paid the next day.

[antisisyphus]

sometimes they way people talk about places is like...okay so ur not a local and you didnt bother to go to any event/place that interested you

[birthmark-poetry]

fulfilling my many-year (tumblr-started) dream of visiting OmegaMart // few spoilers but there’s so much more to see than I’ve shown — it’s incredible.

if you want a less-crowded experience, choose an 18+ night (seems to be most Thursdays).

[crispy-bonnie]

there are so many nice people here in vegas but there’s this one person that was really nice and i wish i said goodbye to before i left to go back to the hotel

so i went to omega mart and did all the story shits . HOWEVER , since my mom and brother had to restart [and my mom is slow compared to us] , i ended up losing my group . so i wandered around while calling out for my mom , that’s when i stumbled upon this lady sitting on a seat in a small tucked away area .

this tucked away area had a tv displaying some omega mart lore that i believe is only accessible at omega mart itself , and i sat down in a seat next to her and we both started talking abt the video and the tasty lore . despite her being a stranger , i felt a bit more at ease sitting next to her instead of aimlessly wandering .

she even offered to tell my mom and brother where i was if she ever stumbled upon them , as she already watched the long ass video on the screen . i ended up finding security shortly after she left bc i was getting real anxious .

i never saw her on my way out the door , which is a shame bc i wanted to at least say a small bye bye .

there were also a bunch of other nice people too !! like these guys that helped me while i was trying to go down the stairs despite the fact that i was terrified of heights [those stairs are fuckin STEEP by the way] . even the omega mart employees were really friendly and didn’t mind my small talk and chatter [daikon confirmed to support trans rights !! i wish i adopted one grahhh] . even the uber driver who took us back to the hotel was really nice .

so far , a good trip . i’ll def make more blog posts abt this when i get around to it . just a little bit of late night journaling :]

[major-marjoram]

~Big Apple~

[johnschneiderblog]

The full treatment

Meet Silas, a 7-year-old great-nephew who lives in Las Vegas and positively reveled in his first northern-Michigan experience on the shores of Lake Huron over the weekend.

The extreme heat in Vegas has kept Silas indoors, which is no place for a kid to be in the summer. Here he had a proper romp - splashing around in the lake, collecting rocks, shooting a slingshot, sleeping in the top bunk, dancing with sparklers, setting marshmallows on fire, eating fudge for breakfast, etc., etc., etc. ....

Here you see him poking a bonfire in the coonskin cap he brought home from Mackinac Island.

[waleedgamil]

MOVIE : Fremont

Watch The Full Movie : https://bit.ly/4aDssjE

[molliemoo3]

Michael Italiano's last sory having watch in quotation marks is so fucking weird, especially from someone that works in the sport and presumably wants new fans. God forbid you pose for pictures in the Vegas paddock.