im breathless. flabbergasted. floored. lord.
darling, darling, darling, my god what a fucking masterpiece. I swear, I could spend a lifetime heaping compliments and it would not be enough. god, what a fucking masterpiece
the way max just tries to get back used to his body. the one absolutely stellar thing about this entire fic is just the way you manage to convey the feeling of ownership and understanding with one owns limbs in such a tender and romantic yet deeply physical way. the kart comparison i have already raved about yet wow. you weave the reality cold and harsh in so well
and god the contrast between george's reaction immediately fleeing back to security and max's silent, more reluctant, a little probing with Oscar and lando, is just so fucking perfect. youve done a stunning stunning STUNNING job with this fic, and I can only rave on and on and on
i though originally I was looking forward to the ending but im not, I cant, thinking about it being over makes me feel like crying because what a beautiful fic this has been. I always have lectures on a Wednesday evening so the moment my lectures are over at 830pm my phone dings with a delightful noise that I have a slice of beautiful joy in my inbox. your fic is like a tiramisu, rich, soft, delicious, multilayered and so infinitely comforting
what was i even going with this? oh yes. god. your ability to just GET them, the way you write their POV alternating each chapter and the sound of the narrator is so distinctly MAX or distinctly GEORGE I dont know how you do it, but wow. wow. im living in their ribcage next to their beating heart watching the scenes unfold between the gaps of their bones. god
you are such a stunningly skilled author, you deserve more praise than I ever will have the time in my life to give. thank you so much for giving me so much joy, thank you so much for giving the world this delightful fic
I genuinely always have to let your incredibly sweet and generous asks sit for a moment because I find myself so utterly unable to respond to them right away. What is one even supposed to do with such a display of love and excitement over one's writing? You have a real gift for eliciting the most motivating feelings in a writer, I can tell you that.
I am so, so happy that you like the aspect of Max returning to his own body and having to get accustomed to it again. I am fascinated by corporeality, especially because I myself often more or less forget that I have a body. Whenever I describe Oscar as being unaware of his own body or forgetting that he has one, that's really just me projecting onto him, haha.
So I spent a long time wracking my brain trying to find a metaphor that would fit Max and convey the feeling of slipping back into his own body. I'm incredibly happy that it resonated with you.
And ah, George's reaction. That one was painful to write, but I thought about it for a very long time. At his core, George has always been clear about what his top priority is: returning to his own body, to his own life. It's only after the crash method fails that he finally allows himself to fully confront the possibility that he might never get his body back. And once he does, he finally gives himself permission to pursue Max in the way he has always wanted to.
But alas! It turns out that this very thing becomes pivotal in returning him to his own body. And so his original priorities come rushing back. Though, well. Let's see for how long, haha.
It makes me so, so happy that reading my fic has become a ritual for you. That's one of the reasons I love sticking to an update schedule so much. It gives the whole thing a little bit of the feeling of an episodic release, and as someone who absolutely adores schedules, that makes me ridiculously happy, haha.
Thank you for your incredibly generous words. You genuinely have no idea how much your asks and comments mean to me. You are such an angel. <3
