it's just passed a decade since i first read carry on and even though i'm not active in the fandom by any consistent means these days, i think it's really interesting how baked into my brain carry on is
like multiple times a week, i'll think of one of my old favorite fics or my favorite chapter or something or another, which is so crazy because all of my other hyperfixations of around this length have nowhere near the same staying power in my brain. it's just crazy to me, i drive around lugging any way the wind blows in my car just for the reason that sometimes i want to sit somewhere and read something and i always want to read any way the wind blows, i've had it in my car since the book fucking came out! the only reason i got into one direction when i was 14 is because of a text fic i read where everyone inexplicably was a directioner, because it was 2016. i remember wishing agatha was a lesbian in book ONE because i wanted these experiences i shared w her to mean something, and i remember the absolute feeling of victory when she got with niamh.
idk if there's any grand message to this besides, holy shit this fucking book series really is a permanent part of my brain
