Okay, now that I have contained my blubbering, I've got to say this story hurt. I didn't feel bittersweet like the other posters. The story just hit a button or something. My last post literally took me five minutes to type because I was crying so hard I couldn't see the screen.
I love that his grandson's name is Phillip, but his son's name is Ryan. It is strange to realize that Bam can be so sentimental, especially because I doubt he wants to be. Is it strange that I can see Bam with a child so clearly, but I still cannot fathom him being married?
I loved the parallels between Phillip and Bam, the fact that they were both too little, too strange, and too quiet as children. I just wonder what Bam thought every time he saw this child that reminded everyone of him. Did he bite his tongue down on advice collected by sheer experience and pain, half-afraid, half-expecting that he wouldn't listen and just wave it aside?
It's sad, but I just can't imagine him dying old. Even more though, I can't imagine him surviving without Ryan watching out for him. I love that it was the engine grease that hailed Ryan's appearance. Sorry I'm rambling and I am starting to cry again, so I'll just stop typing.
I agree, it hit a button and I still cant figure it out, but I think its in the fear range. It could so easily happen. I have a weird need to know that soul mates are always reunited.. so I guess that why I felt bittersweet too.
All I know for sure is that I cried, like somebody died kinda cried and I still dont want to go to sleep because I dont think I want it in my dreams, (I had a Ryan killed dream the day before...after that other fic) but this is def the most powerful and probably my fave thing I have ever read. Not the fluff/escapism I usually treasure, but so moving it will play in my head, probably forever.
Oh my wow....that's probably the best feedback I've ever gotten! I'm all fangril right now and I just love that you completely "got" everything I was trying to say with this, especially with the Philip/Bam comparisons. I wasn't sure how this fic would be taken since generally I don't like fic with orginal written characters, but...yeah....you're making me blush!!!!!
I can't imagine Bam living past like 40. Ryan I can see as a happy old man with lots of grandkids, but Bam...no, I see him doing something stupid and dying young.
I know! I hate it, but I literally cannot fathom a Bam that has reached his late thirties, let alone seventies. I wish I could feel differently, but he seems like the worst example of burning brightly and quickly.
I love that his grandson's name is Phillip, but his son's name is Ryan. It is strange to realize that Bam can be so sentimental, especially because I doubt he wants to be. Is it strange that I can see Bam with a child so clearly, but I still cannot fathom him being married?
I loved the parallels between Phillip and Bam, the fact that they were both too little, too strange, and too quiet as children. I just wonder what Bam thought every time he saw this child that reminded everyone of him. Did he bite his tongue down on advice collected by sheer experience and pain, half-afraid, half-expecting that he wouldn't listen and just wave it aside?
It's sad, but I just can't imagine him dying old. Even more though, I can't imagine him surviving without Ryan watching out for him. I love that it was the engine grease that hailed Ryan's appearance. Sorry I'm rambling and I am starting to cry again, so I'll just stop typing.
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All I know for sure is that I cried, like somebody died kinda cried and I still dont want to go to sleep because I dont think I want it in my dreams, (I had a Ryan killed dream the day before...after that other fic) but this is def the most powerful and probably my fave thing I have ever read. Not the fluff/escapism I usually treasure, but so moving it will play in my head, probably forever.
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I can't imagine Bam living past like 40. Ryan I can see as a happy old man with lots of grandkids, but Bam...no, I see him doing something stupid and dying young.
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