A random vent about rich people (millionaires and above). I don't think I would hate them so much if they weren't so BORING.
Like space travel? Really? That's all your unimaginative little brain could come up with?
Besides the usual anger about one singular billionaire being able to solve hunger and homelessness in the US...
Bring back eccentricity. Like at this point, they're all just the same person in a different font. Ugly McMansions, uglier swimming pools, cars cars cars, and oh, that notorious private jet that TSwift has. They all collect famous paintings which, again, boring AF. Look at meeeee I'm such an art connoisseur *rolls eyes so hard it gives me an eye spasm*
If I had that kind of money, I'd have so many random hobby rooms and themed rooms.
I'd have one room dedicated to tea. Just tea. A wall full of various teas from all over the world. And then another room full of tea holders. Tea cups. Tea pots. Antique porcelain tea and saucer sets. A traditional Korean tea set up, with the wooden octagonal tables that have najeon chilgi (inlaid mother of pearl).
And because we don't discriminate in this household, another room for coffee! Coffee mugs GALORE.
I'd sponsor so many starving artists for the sole purpose of bringing me joy with their crafts. Forget Picasso, I want someone who makes the snarkiest coffee mugs.
A room for writing. With a fancy writing desk and the coolest stationaries and SO MANY FOUNTAIN PENS.
I would spend hours hand writing a letter to a random person, along with a check for $10,000 and hope both the letter/money will help make a difference in their life.
TL;DR rich people don't do enough to spread joy and too much hoarding.
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Imma be real with ya'll, I relate a little hard to Phoenix constantly riding by the seat of his pants in most cases...
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trans phoenix is a headcanon i can take or leave at the end of the day. but whats important to me is that in a world where phoenix is trans i need edgeworth to have no idea. phoenix Thinks edgeworth knows because they went to elementary school together and phoenix was a girl back then. but edgeworth just assumed he was misremembering because he has approximately 5 total childhood memories that are each around 20-40% accurate and has always been too embarrassed to bring the misconception up since it's not particularly relevant.
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IN HONOR OF ALL THE VICTIMS WHO LOST THEIR LIVES TO THE ISRAEL PALESTINE WAR
The Lost Child
In fields of battle scarred and torn,
Where death and destruction reign supreme,
A young girl weeps for her lost form,
Her innocence forever claimed by fate's extreme.
Her eyes once bright with hope and dreams,
Now dimmed by tears and endless screams,
She wanders through the bloody scene,
Searching for a glimmer of serene.
Her heart once full of laughter and cheer,
Now heavy with grief and fear,
She carries on with steady pace,
Through the chaos of this endless race.
Her body weak from hunger and pain,
Her spirit worn by constant strain,
But still she holds onto life,
With every breath, a will to thrive.
For in her eyes, a fire burns bright,
A flame that flickers with each new light,
And though her world may be undone,
She knows she is not alone.
In this desolate landscape of despair,
She finds solace in her own prayer,
A whispered plea for peace and grace,
That echoes through the empty space
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Prompt 245
Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly.
Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway.
And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time.
So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet.
And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair?
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