Now that Ive gotten to see Skeletour era Ghost I’m just left sitting here thinking back to when I got to see Copia’s era like:
seen from Germany
seen from United States
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seen from Russia
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seen from China
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Paraguay

seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Yemen
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Now that Ive gotten to see Skeletour era Ghost I’m just left sitting here thinking back to when I got to see Copia’s era like:
Science.
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She thinks I don't see the way she looks at me. Like I'm her entire world. Makes a man's chest swell and his head inflate, finding out I mean so much to someone.
But I'm just a small part of her story, a blip in the wonders she'll perform. A speck of salt in a buffet of exquisite dishes that I'm incapable of imagining. She tells me she won't forget me, that I matter. I don't see how, knowing what waits for her.
She thinks I don't see the way she looks at me. It makes me more than just a man. It makes me her hope. Her desire. Her one wish finally come true. I'm the proverbial djinn in the bottle, to indulge in her every whim. To inject all that I am into her life so that she doesn't forget. A hope against hope, I suppose, thinking any of this makes a difference.
She will be gone, as will I. As will her longing looks.
She thinks I don't see, but I do. More than she knows.
think about apollo and phoenix, in a relationship years post-canon, and apollo who asks phoenix very earnestly what phoenix saw in him when they first met. his eyes are huge and shiny and so confident and he's so EAGERLY anticipating and phoenix genuinely can't answer
he doesn't really know. he genuinely doesn't. what prompted him to draw apollo into his orbit is the closest thing he'd felt to the stars calling to him. the closest thing to god's will or the holy mother's and he's not even religious. it wasn't romantic attraction either. not consciously at least. even with the rush in adrenaline when apollo punched him, he can't say he was swooned by it. besides, that wasn't the first time they met.
apollo's still waiting for a response. his eagerness and bottomless confidence that "compliments will come" actually reminds phoenix that yep. yeah, apollo is much younger than him, after all, and he almost chuckles before replying with a deadpan face "i don't know. you just looked like a kicked stray so...".
he quickly adds a "just kidding" but it's too late apollo is already looking at him like a kicked puppy. apollo looks like phoenix picked his ego up and blew his nose with it
so, phoenix huddles close, closer than they already were, and tells him the truth
As I was making my fire I had a thought about one of the times I got my ass blistered as a child. I was maybe 6 and I went out to the back corner of my yard and climbed way up high in an ancient Magnolia tree. I perched my ass on a branch and took out a pack of matches from my pocket and lit one after another and dropped them. I liked the scent and to be honest watching the flame🤷♀️. My big brother caught me and made a deal he would not tell on me if I promised not to do it again. A few weeks later I was back in my spot doing the same thing and well needless to say I learned my lesson.I'd like to think that was the beginning of my amazing fire starting skills 😉 I still love to stare at the flames and still love the scent. Take that Billy!!!
Being around a whole new group of people again + having to set up and decorate an apartment is making me realize once again that most people don’t deal with physical hindrances/chronic pain (and aren’t autistic but that’s not my main point) and that I genuinely am disabled