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[violetstarr24]

Image 1: A reddit post from r/TrueOffMyChest by user u/Empty-Ad-2031 titled "I miss my husband so goddamn much. It reads:

I (35M) divorced my husband (36M) three years ago. And God, I miss him. I asked for a divorce for a few reasons, most of which being that his depression got exponentially worse day after day and he refused to seek treatment. Sometimes he wouldn't even go into work and ended up getting fired from his job. I stayed with him for so fucking long, praying that one day he would start trying to get better. It was all I ever wanted, but that day didn't come. I sobbed the entire time signing those papers, and when I handed them to him and asked for a divorce, he just gave me the emptiest, deadest look and signed them without a word. My heart felt like it had been shattered with a hammer, anger and sadness and fear tied together in the world's tightest, ugliest knot and inset deep into my chest. I put on a brave face for my friends, tried to frame it as shackles coming off and a new beginning, but it was a lie. It just hurt, and it keeps hurting, and it will never stop hurting. He was my soulmate. I'll never love anyone like I loved him. He used to be so sweet and loving, so passionate and happy and every other wonderful thing a man could want from another. They say each day gets easier, but it isn't for me. It's been three years and I'm still reaching over to the other side of the bed in the morning to pull him close, and it always stings when my hands touch fabric and not his skin. It's been three years and I'm still expecting to see his car in the driveway when I get home from work. It's been three years and my heart isn't any less broken than the day he left. I've been stalking his socials, I'll admit. He's been getting back to the gym, started meds, and I see him smiling so genuinely in these photos. He looks so incredible. Maybe if I had just waited, he would have changed his mind and went to a doctor like he is now? Or was it me that held him down? Was I making it worse?

Image 2: A continuation of the previous post. It reads:

I hope not. I wanna go over to his place and just fall into his arms and beg him to take me back. Maybe he's wishing the same thing about me. If there's even a chance I could have my boy back I feel like I should try. I'll never know otherwise. EDIT: One: 1 am a homosexual man. My husband is a homosexual man. I am not a woman. Yes, I know I'm effeminate and kind of emotional. Get creative. Two: my husband was a binge drinker. He refused treatment no matter how much I begged. We got antidepressants but he wouldn't take them. I know he's started meds now because he's posted about them and his 2 yrs sober chip that he got last month. Three: I never stopped loving him. I never loved him any less. Near the end of our marriage, I started drinking to cope. The second I realized I was, I realized he was dragging me down with him, and I couldn't help him anymore. I didn't dip the second it got hard. Many of you are being kind of rude. I'll accept that I wasn't the perfect husband, nobody is. But claims that I never loved him are just wrong and make me feel sick to my stomach. EDIT 2: No, I am not the catalyst for this. His depression started when his young brother died terribly and unexpectedly. It's not because he just hated me so much. We were childhood sweethearts and had been together for years when this happened.

Image 3: A new post titled "[UPDATE] I met my husband that I divorced 3 years ago." It begins with a link to the the previous and next post before continuing. It reads:

Well, with Reddit's advice, I did it. A few days ago, I called my (35M) ex-husband (36M) whom I divorced after 6 years when he refused to seek treatment for his depression. I called him later in the evening. It was the first time we'd spoken since a bit of trouble he'd had while he was still drinking 2 1/2 years ago. He picked up on the second ring. Our conversation was a little stilted at first, as to be expected, but he said he was really glad to hear from me. We ended up meeting up for coffee yesterday as so many of you suggested. I'll admit: it was kind of hard to see him, but in a good way? He looked so much better than the last time I had seen him, but he looked exactly like the man I married. He had put off a ton of weight (he gained like 75ish pounds during his struggle with depression, and before some dick says so, I didn't leave him because of his weight gain), he looked way healthier and very put together. Ill just say it: he looked incredibly hot. What made it hard was that I couldn't kiss him hello like I used to. But God, the way his eyes lit up when he saw me, I barely needed to. We got our coffee and sat, and he updated me a little on his life in the last 3 years. What really turned his life around was in part the divorce but moreso a DUI (nobody was hurt, he was caught a few blocks from his apartment). He's since gone to rehab and AA, gotten his license back, and had to use a breathalyzer whenever he started his car for a while. He hasn't had a drop of alcohol since and I told him I was so fucking proud of him. He's also started antidepressants, and made a point of telling me that they're not SRis, but when I asked what that meant he got embarrassed and told me nevermind (???). Bottom line is that they've been helping him, he's back to being a gym rat, and he's almost completely turned his life around. This was around the point I started tearing up. It just felt so good knowing he was okay. Better than okay, he was good. I also apologized to him for not sticking by him. He cut me off and said I had nothing to apologize for. He was a wreck, and I was being dragged down with him. That also felt good to hear. I apologized for not contacting him much during the last 3 years. That apology, he accepted.

Image 4: A continuation of the previous post. It reads:

He was dating someone for a few months, too. He broke up with him once he tried to get him to drink on New Year's. He seemed dismissive of the guy. Guess it wasn't too serious. We got up and went on a walk after a few hours, and I think we both realized it felt like a first date. I had to stop myself from trying to hold his hand at a few points, Hi admit. We ended up sitting on a bench in a nearby park, and I confessed. I told him I missed him more than anything, how I never stopped loving him, and how if he wanted to, I'd love to try again from the beginning this time. We'd go to couples' therapy, keep our heads above the water, and take it slow. He was quiet for a minute before he told me something. He said he was doing better now, but there may be a time where he sunk low again. Depression isn't easily cured, and he was far from cured. He still had bad days, but he said there would be one difference: he promised he would never stop trying to improve. He was never going to give up like he did before, and refused to neglect me like he used to. If I was willing to accept that truth, he was willing to try again. I agreed, and he pulled me into an embrace and snuck a kiss to my temple. You know when it's the first warm day of spring after a cold, harsh winter, and the soft breeze and basking sun hit your skin at the same time? It felt something like that, to the 1000th degree. After a while he walked me back to my car and squeezed my hand goodbye, and the second I got inside I started sobbing like a baby. Happy tears, though. I'm currently sitting in bed, kicking my feet like a teenage girl, texting him back and forth to schedule an actual date. He said he'd plan everything, and try his best to make up for the birthdays and anniversaries he missed. He said it would "knock my socks off." What a dork. I love being in love. Not gonna lie, this is gonna be a bit hard to explain to my friends and family. Not looking forward to those conversations, but right now I don't care. My man loves me. Thank you to everyone who had kind words to say, and all the people that messaged me with sympathy and advice. I hope we all find happiness, and love if we want it. I never would have made the leap if y'all hadn't encouraged me. Best of luck to all of you, and sorry for the overly flowery language <3 EDIT: we've scheduled a date for tomorrow evening. I'll let people know how it went two days from now in my final (unless something big happens) update. EDIT 2: at his place presently. Shame me not, reddit.

Image 5: A new post titled "[FINAL UPDATE] | went on a date with my ex-husband last night." It begins with a link to the previous post before continuing. It reads:

My (35M) ex-husband (36M) and I recently reconnected. I won't go over the details of why we split or our reconciliation since l'm sure the average redditor can click buttons and most likely read. He was the one taking me out, and promised that it would, in his words, "knock my socks off" to make up for his neglect of me. He sure as hell delivered. A little backstory, we've been together since we were 15 and 16 respectively, and have never moved out of our hometown. This year would have been our 20th anniversary (of getting together, not marriage). We were dating secretly for about five years before our parents caught us one day during summer break. The fallout from finding out their son was gay actually made his parents split. His dad wanted to send him away to conversion therapy. He's seen his father maybe once per year on average, and every time he's incredibly cold towards me. Would never refer to me as his son-in-law, only my husband's "pal." I wonder why. Anyway, not what you're here to read. I'll get on with the lore. He picked me up from the house and wouldn't tell me where we were going, but told me to dress warmly. He ended up taking me to the place where we met: a run down ice skating rink in our town. He used to do hockey, and I spent some time trying to learn figure skating until people started beating me up for it. Both sports would practice at the same time and I remember barely being able to keep my eyes off him. We went skating, I tried to pull off a few of the moves I remembered (he only had to catch me from falling on my ass once or twice, and I won't complain about an attractive man that I love hooking his arm around my waist), and we spent an hour or so there until our feet hurt. At one point I said that my face was getting cold, so he skated around in front of me and placed his gloved hands on my cheeks to warm me up. I just about burned a hole in the ice from how hard I was blushing, I swear to God.

Image 6: A continuation of the previous post. It reads:

He wasn't done then. We left and went to dinner, specifically the restaurant where we had our first date. It's a cheap hole-in-the-wall place, seeing as we were poor teenagers when we first met. We chatted and ate food that probably took 5 years off our lives, he was an incorrigible flirt, and even held my hand underneath the table like he did all those years ago. I know I said I never stopped loving him, and I stand by that, but I think I somehow fell in love with him a thousand times over again during that meal. At the end of dinner, he asked if I had energy for one more simple thing, to which I agreed. He took me a while out of town to a dark sky zone park, specifically the one where he proposed to me ten years ago. He set out a blanket to sit on and another to cuddle under, and we went stargazing all bundled up together. You never know how much you miss the sound of someone's heartbeat until you haven't heard it for so long. We shared a bottle of sparkling grape juice in plastic champagne flutes and dumb, giggly kisses. It felt so similar yet so different. He told me in a moment of quiet that he loved me, and oh, God. It took everything I had not to cry. I barely hesitated before asking if he wanted to change venues. He seemed surprised, but eagerly accepted. I ended up at his place, as some of you may have seen from my edit on my second post yesterday. I wanted to take it slower than this, but it was so hard to. I was so starved of affection and hadn't been intimate with anyone for just about six years. I'm gonna keep what happened at his between us, but all I'll say is that his medication was no issue and all of you should be jealous. I woke up in his bed this morning, reached over for him, and pulled him close just like I used to do. I haven't been this happy in a long time. We had a sleepy discussion and decided to get back together, but we're not using the term boyfriends. It just feels weird after all this time. So he's my partner, or my lover. He's mine. Thank you, reddit. Wouldn't have done it without a little push from the internet. Let's see where all this goes.

Image 7: A picture of Kermit the Frog lying on a bed with his arms out, surrounded by dozens of heart emojis. END ID

[vulpinesaint]

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...

[fee-phy-fo-fum]

A primrose. A four-petaled flower said to symbolise youth and young love. Giving it to someone sends a message saying "I cannot live without you".

replaying isat to appreciate some conversations id previously overlooked because theres so many little things here and there to appreciate. this was one of them.

(made minor edits to make euphrasie glitchy + clean up mira's hair)

on four petaled flowers:

[suntails]

WIPs

[skunkes]

[cator99]

out of curiosity, would you consider yourself butch?

used to be a blonde underweight twink and now I'm a based jock still got the chanel bag and the sick albeit matured mind of a suckpig to prove it so I'm gonna let you decide whether you wanna call me that word just cuz I got a pussy and short hair. I promise you that there have been enough advancements made in the art of lesbian sexual dynamics in the past 50 years to broaden the vocabulary used to describe the plethora of types of masculine females.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Based off of this: please understand my vision....

[lanternlightss]

okay .. take two !!!

+ bonus doodles

[fourthactdrawsstuff]

tfw prototype autonomous management agent

[ilhoonftw]

chatgpt users' heads would explode if they had to use irl library to find information and do it the 2002 style aka find one book on topic, use it's citations to find more sources, check if your local library has the books using the paper catalogue and dig in the tiny shelves. half of the books are 'reading room only' so you had to fill a paper form requesting the book, correctly write down all the numbers and words, and wait. and you had to read all those books to find out if they contain the info you want. that's how i used to do homework. and still people underestimate how much knowledge is still kept in books and you won't be able to google shit. and chatgpt makes shit up, after using it to 'help with research' you might end up citing sources that don't exist. many academic papers are getting detracted as we speak!

[a-b3rry-disaster]

I can't escape

history will always repeat itself

like I remember seeing the tmnt fandom blow up because of the rottmnt movie, remembered my little cousin watching episodes of 2012, and was just curious on what kind of fandom they are

i ended up in months of brainrot, trying to learn more of the different timelines and iterations, i was in deep

transformers blew up because of a new movie, i was curious, i remembered that same little cousin watchin an episode of prime

fuck

i am knee deep into star trek right now, i didn't even finish the tmnt series

brain

i'm begging you

i can't handle two large franchise series right now

transformers is way too much

fuck it

i blame transformers fans for being so passionate and transformers for being my cup of tea

[spitblaze]

if i am being perfectly honest i dont think i remember any other clear indications of trans men existing while growing up beyond that family guy bit and like one transphobic joke about phalloplasty i saw on saturday night live

[istherewifiinhell]

i dont have anything to say for myself its just my niche okay. warning for both the volume AND. unique. auditory experience of g1 lmao.

[VD: G1 transfromers clip, of a Megatron and Starscream altercation

Outside, dark, lightening strikes. Soundwave turns off some audible signal, and it begins raining. Megatron: here are your orders Thundercracker, I- Starscream: What is your excuse Megatron! You let the enemy GET AWAY! You- [Megatron knocks him to the ground] Ouf Megatron walks over and pick him up by the throat, Starscream coughs, and is grabbing at his hand: Cross me again Starscream and I'll reduce you to titanium fragments. Starscream struggling Megatron tightens his grip, scrabbling at Megatron's hand: But we had the Autobots disoriented. We could have eliminated them. Cut wide, their standing close, Starscream still being choked. Megatron: We'll do that at our leisure. When are more important work is done! [He throws Starscream to the ground] Low angle, up at Megatron, lightening strikes behind him. He points down, hand large in frame: You have had the only warring I intend to give. [He gestures to himself and then points back down] Starscream scowls. Decepticon badge bummer.

well thats a lie but we can forgive him cause i assume this moment cursed his dick...

anyway i have more formats of this scene below cause i got excited :D

[Gif of when Megatron is choking Starscream, from above. Specifically the moment where he pushes Starscream back and tightens his grip. Starscream's head tips back and he makes some interesting faces, hands struggling. END]

ID: Four frames of the choking, the different faces Starscream makes. 1. Snarling mouth shape. 2. Distress/pout? 3. Mouth wide open, head tipped back. 4. Eyes bulging as hes really getting choked. END

yay yippee yay <3

[ID: The two instances of Megatron pointing downward, slightly different body positions and hand gesture. 1. Squared shoulders, hands less downwards. 2. Shoulders angled, hand larger/more central. END]

to add to the great library of megatron (or galv) interacting directly with the viewer

[nahidasgarden]

I-Ah. It....feels.....weird to be praying to you, but....I need some help. You're the god of wisdom and I.....could use some right now.

Do you....have any tips for starting conversations or making friends or just.....approaching other kids?

(@friends-for-freminet)

Oh! Hello! Is the name.... Freminet? That's the name that just popped in my mind so I hope it's correct!

Making friends can be quite a tricky situation... My suggestion is to leave yourself open to opportunities. You don't have to force yourself to talk to people, but if you seem kind and you just make yourself mentally available then more outgoing people may approach you. Some humans seem to have a sense of 'good person' radar.

It's similar to being a flame in the blackest of nights. The little light may be lonely at first, but eventually it'll attract life! Bugs may use the light as navigation, or little critters may use the light as warmth. You can be that light. You don't need to thrust yourself into social situations, that will only make you uncomfortable!

...

Of course, the easiest companions are the ones who share the same hobbies. So I suggest finding something in common with your target before attempting to talk to them.

For example: if you like to tinker then maybe have a few toys on you. If you happen to hear that someone else likes to tinker then that is a similarity that you can take advantage of! Or, if you like plants then keep in mind a few unique facts to bring up in conversation.

Attempting to be friends with everyone will only leave you scrambling, so it's good to start simple.

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Hhhnngnggg so uhhh the credit card company have majorly fucked Alfie around and tldr we won't have use of the card we paid off until the end of the month. Which...means we're very very fucked, because we needed access to the money being used to pay it.

Yall know the drill. We got a little over a hundred between us and 3 weeks till payday. We have food and electricity for this week but neither will last the month. Anything helps keep the fridge on. Alfie has out debt gofundme pinned over at @alphonsze or you can hit up my kofi below (we haven't been touching the gofundme except for debt so far so kofi is probably a better option for living expenses)

[divorcedfiddleford]

i already know what the story behind the picture is but please explain it anyway we need to educate the masses

oh my god thank you for enabling me ive been thinking about this all day. regarding this post i made yesterday and this classic image (which i actually just found out was posted seven years ago today!)

basically as can be read in the post at BigFest in 2016 somebody had what i believe was a fan-made prop based on the laptop from season 2 of gravity falls. alex hirsch attended this convention and decided to type in the password to the laptop. we never learned the password in the show so lots of people were excited to find out!

a HUGE thing to note here is that journal 3 was still months away from releasing and in fact while a couple pages had been released as promotional material it was still being worked on until, like... gosh i wanna say may is when they finally started printing it? don't quote me on that though my point is that this was all taking place pre-journal 3 and, therefore, many fans were still operating under the (sensible) impression that the laptop which

had been designed by fiddleford

had been built by fiddleford

had fiddleford's name on it

said "PROPERTY OF F" on it (at this point it had been established through promo images that "F" referred to fiddleford)

was assumed to be fiddleford's by, like, four different main characters

was given to and used by fiddleford following s2e7

fiddleford presumably knew the password to

would also belong to fiddleford. right? i mean logically. logically, guys.

so when alex hirsch revealed that the password had been "STANFORD" all along, people thought that was a little bit... well

of course, a couple months later journal 3 would be published and it would say that the laptop had actually been STANFORD'S, not fiddleford's, and that he had made the password his own name. so technically i lied in my earlier post, there IS a heterosexual explanation for this, but imo it's still bullshit. like sorry i don't believe for a fucking second that stanford "i need to encode all of my messages in multiple ciphers and write in invisible ink" pines would ever make a password as simple as his own name. he wouldve picked like something with six different layers of alternate meanings and also put it through atbash at the VERY least. also as i listed above there is a LOT of evidence which would support the laptop belonging to fiddleford, as opposed to ford, which has this random retcon (and like... some of the computer keys are different colors? i guess?? idk that bit was stupid) as its only supporting evidence.

my theory is that, while writing the show, alex and the other writers had intended for the laptop to belong to fiddleford, but for whatever reason, when they were writing the book, they decided to make it ford's instead. i want to make clear that i DON'T think this swap was motivated by homophobia, or as a reaction to seeing people interpret the password in a gay way. by the time that this photo was taken several promotional journal pages had been released, so it's safe to say that even if they were still adding the finishing touches to the book, it was pretty much in its final stage and in fact might have already started printing (i think the first photos we see of the book itself were posted like a week or two after bigfest). so to assume that there's a correlation there is both unfounded and extremely unlikely.

now, the stargazing scene reprint, on the other hand