"You're So Good At Writing This Character" Thanks. They Live In My Head. I Consult Them On The Plot Points.

las vegas is a special kind of horrifying compared to the rest of the southwest because you get three different flavors of horror all together. there’s the strip, obviously, the hypnosis of the casinos. you know they intentionally don’t put clocks in casinos? and they put mirrors wherever they can? they’re trying to disorient you so you stay inside. they’re trying to trap you. and the casinos are different but they’re all the same underneath, slots and shows and roulette wheels, the same bones in different bodies. but then you get outside the strip and you’re in the suburbs. it’s flat. barely anything outside the strip is more than two, maybe three storeys. everything is in a strip mall. the houses are identical wherever you go. even the schools - there are two major architectural blueprints for high schools in las vegas. if you’ve been inside one school you can navigate them all. it’s all the same and it’s all normal, in defiance of the neon of the strip. (you can see the beacon from the luxor from anywhere in the city, you can always find your way to the strip, but- is that better, than being somewhere that you know? somewhere that’s the same wherever you go?) and then of course if you step too far outside you’re in the desert. much further and you’re in the mountains. the suburbs are creeping out further and further, taking over, but there will always be desert. summer will always be 120 degrees. there will always be heat and scorpions on the edges and no matter how far you push out you will not be able to build on the mountains. no matter how hard you try the desert will find you. and none of these things are mutually exclusive, not as much as you think. there are slot machines in grocery stores. there are houses behind casinos. there is undeveloped desert in the center of everything, reminding you that the desert was not built to hold you, the desert was not built for this, you should not be here. you shouldn’t be here.

«𝘈𝘔 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺: 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘬, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴, 𝘈𝘔 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 — 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 — 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥.»

Already seeing people on tiktok saying “I still hate trump but he ate with this one” like … babes … you just got propagandized … that’s literally exactly what he created this situation in the hopes you would say …

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You literally have to understand that ur closest friends and loved ones may very well have kinks or fetishes that gross or freak you out and they simply won’t tell you because they know it grosses or freaks you out. Like you have no way of knowing if your best friend is into necro roleplay if she doesn’t wanna tell you. Sometimes you date someone for years before finding out they have a thing for incest. Maybe your coworker likes ageplay and diapers. Who gives a fuck. Nothing changes between you knowing and not knowing except your own constructed moral outrage.