On some real shit, I do not fuck with people who ride those boat things at the carnival. People who get on those do not give a fuck about life, they don’t care about you, ya mama or your kids. They literally have nothing to lose. You don’t care about life so there’s no need for me to fight you because you’re not going to give a damn about my face.
THIS JOINT!!!!
BITCHHHHHHH. I got on this shit when I was 12. Wasn’t no bar, no protection, nothing in that shit. I didn’t realize until it was too late. You couldn’t pay me to ever get on this shit ever again in my life. We were in Landover, this shit almost smooth flipped my ass to Baltimore. No. Never again.
12? I got on this bitch when I was 21 and had my head in my ex’s shoulder the ENTIRE time. Screaming like a bih too. Nope. Never again. I was praying to the gravity gods the entire time.
?????? All it does is swing back and forth???? I don’t understand the concern??????
centrifugal force keeps you in your seat.
Centrifugal force isn’t keeping me from crying tho
1. Gather your buddies. 2. Pick an unsuspecting 13 year old (preferably with OCs) 3. Send them fanart. 4. Sit back and watch dreams come true
as someone who made shitty ocs when i was 13 (and still does), if someone who was really good at art did fanart of my ocs when i was a kid it would have made my whole damn year. do it
Dr. Bruce Banner murdering the avengers without even turning into Hulk.
Listen, Tony might snark at you but he cries himself to sleep daily. Meanwhile, Bruce will dismantle you with words and make you question your worth at 3 am in the morning.
As many of you know, I recently moved to Las Vegas permanently. However, I’d been familiar with the city since I was a baby, because my family lives in Vegas. I’d also decided a couple of years ago to move, it was a matter of when not if. My best friend Lauren was a familiar face and her place was where I crashed anytime I was in town alone. So, Vegas has been my home for longer than I’ve lived here.
Rewind to the events of a year ago. Lauren and her fiance Jacob had been talking about going to the Route 91 weekend for a while, probably about a month. They had tickets, and were going to be there. I don’t remember too much about the day leading up to it, as I was in the hospital ER for some stupid injury. I remember being in the bed in the hospital, and all of the sudden all of the channels changed to breaking news and were talking about a shooting in Vegas. I thought “okay, big city, that happens” until more information came out.
The shooting was at the Route 91 festival.
Cue immediate panic and me sending my friend Lauren a text message in all caps asking if she was okay.
It took a little under 3 minutes for her to respond that she and Jacob were fine and at home. It was the longest 3 minutes of my life.
But here’s the thing: as much as that small corner of my universe was affected, it’s nothing, nothing compared to the trauma so many others experienced that night and continue to experience a year later.
But let’s look at something here: how quickly everyone got back to a relative level of normal. I say relative because everyone was someone different before the shooting than they were after. The new normal is different than the old normal.
So what’s the major thing that served two purposes: to distract those in need of distraction and to give residents something to rally around in a tangible manner?
(I’m going to pause here and state that I say tangible because it is something that everyone could participate in and have solid results from, unlike the way everyone rallied around the investigation into the shooter’s motives, which to this day aren’t clear)
The Las Vegas Golden Knights.
In pre-season games, the Golden Knights were pretty much an Average Joe hockey team. They were 3-3-1 with a shitty home record. And I feel bad for the team because they came off a loss (to the Sharks) only to hear about this tragedy that unfolded while they were away from their family and friends. How many of those players heard the news and couldn’t get a hold of loved ones? How many of them had the same moment so many of us did where we waited to hear from them?
After the tragedy, the Knights became something to rally around. Here’s a new team, bringing new life to a tired city, looking around at the tragedy around them and deciding that they’re going to be the representation of the glory of Vegas.
(I’d say they were hometown heroes, but the credit for that title goes towards all the First Responders and volunteers in the immediate aftermath and months to follow)
And the entire way the team worked shifted. They ironed out the kinks and went on to win over 84% of their home games, leading Vegas into a Stanley Cup frenzy that gave everyone something to cheer for. The Knights became the force that brought Vegas back from its knees and said “We won’t be dragged down. Not today.”
And Vegas responded with “We can do this. We’re Las Vegas. Together, we are Strong.”
The Archery Range 