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Archive of Our Own: mylo_on_main
Fanfiction cross posted to Tumblr: Mylo's LMK Stories
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does anyone know why this happens ?
I don’t freak unless froken to, thanks
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[ID: A digital painting of a scene from Project Hail Mary; Grace appears to sit on a beach, and his head is turned away from the viewer to look at a figure walking down the shore. The figure is hard to make out but is Grace from the end of the movie in the Eridian biodome. End ID]
i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny
"Simon is short king, statement"
i might not be your funniest mutuals but I am also not your smartest mutual
it doesn't matter
any time I tell my mutual about the fic i'm 'writing' and they ask me where they can read it
Who up Hailing their Mary 🙏🙏
I was working on a history paper today and found a book from 1826 that seemed promising (though dull) for my topic, on an English Catholic family’s experience moving to France.
And it ended up not really being suitable for my purposes, as it goes. But part of the book is actually devoted to Kenelm, the author’s oldest son…and man, his dad loved him.
Kenelm seems to have had a fairly typical upbringing for a young English gentleman, although he is a bit slow to read. At twelve he’s sent to board at Stoneyhurst College—often the big step towards independence in a boy’s life, as he’ll most likely only see his parents sporadically from now on, and then leave for university.
When he’s sixteen, however, his father moves the whole family to France, so Kenelm gets pulled out of school to be with them again. Shortly after the move, his dad notices that he seems depressed. Kenelm confides in him that he’s been suffering from “scruples” for the last eighteen months—most likely what we’d now call an anxiety disorder.
And his dad is pissed—at the school, because apparently Kenelm had been seeking help there and received none, despite obviously struggling with mental health issues. So his dad takes it seriously. He sets him up to be counseled by a priest—there were no therapists back then—and doesn’t send him away to be boarded again, instead teaching him at home himself.
And his mental health does improve. His dad describes him as well-liked, gentle, pious, kind and eager to please others; at twenty he’s thinking about a career in diplomacy or going into the military—which his dad thinks he is not particularly suited for, considering his favorite pastimes are drawing and reading. He’s excited about his family’s upcoming move to Italy, and he’s been busy learning Italian and teaching it to his siblings.
Henry Kenelm Beste dies of typhus at twenty years, four months, and twenty-five days. That’s how his dad records it. That’s why his dad is telling this story. It’s not an extraordinary story—Kenelm’s story struck me because he sounds so…ordinary, like so many kids today. And he was so, so loved. His dad tried hard to help him compassionately with his mental health at a time where our current knowledge and support systems didn’t exist. You can feel how badly he wanted his son to be remembered and loved, to impress how dearly beloved he was to the people who knew him in life.
I hope he’d be glad to know someone is still thinking of Kenelm over 200 years later.
Anyway, that’s why I’m crying today.
@istradion
yaos cake: a phm comic
this was definitely set in a universe where they had the Time to have shenanigans
grace & rocky hug in zero-g <3
(no-xenonite version under the cut!)
sorry are we … interrupting?
[part 1] [part 2]
rocky learns about the Denmark incident :]