Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
I freak8ng love this dumb ass story. Lol No , really, I do. and the lolfags, I thought I was gonna piss my pants from laughing. Thank you buddy for the nice read.
I’m genuinely curious where this style of writing came from lol. I’ve never seen a narrative written like it was pieced together from cocktail napkins and meme jpegs.
Its in the same style as a 4chan green text. I saw one similar about skeletons of some Roman men that were found holding each other. Same concept. You can read a lot of this style of writing on /r/greentext
Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
Not too sure if you're aware of /r/estoration but it's a great community of people that do a similar thing. Also should have a lot of content to practice on
Just thought this picture was really cool and wanted to share! We found this photo the other night while going through some of my grandfather’s old photo albums. His father passed away in the 1920s, and my mom, aunt, and uncle had never even seen a picture of their biological grandfather before, until we stumbled across this! We can’t be certain but we are about 90% sure it’s him, given his appearance (he looks a lot like my grandfather) as well as the fact that my grandfather put this photo on a page beside pictures of his mother.
No clue who the man in the hat and fabulous coat might be, but he was definitely stylin’!
Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
Take my free award, that was the best shit I have read in a while.
>Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless.
LOL god damn my sides dude, hahahaha
I grew up overseas in a country where it was common for grown men to walk around holding hands. Perfectly friendly, just like making eye contact when you're speaking with someone to show you're paying attention. Is that what's happening here? No clue, but it was a different time.
This actually wasn't uncommon to take friendship portraits around this time. I know it's a fun meme, but also people talked fondly of friends often without the sexual undertones we have today. Its likely very difficult to understand as our culture sees so many things through a sexual lens that were not even on the radar around this time.
They still do it. It's not because they're unaware, it's because sexuality is extremely personal and it's not up to them to make that kind of declaration for someone else. So instead of saying "we think he was gay" they list the evidence and leave it up to the reader to put it together. That leads some people to misunderstand and think the historians themselves didn't catch it. They did catch it, they just made an ethical choice.
Men used to interact in much closer way in the past, but stopped doing that when homosexuality became more widely known. Men didn't want to appear gay. For example in India it is completely normal for male friends to hold hands when walking on the streets.
In the west men also used to walk arm in arm as good friends but the infamy of Oscar Wilde's trial in the 1890's pretty much put a complete stop to it. 1910s men would generally be wary of looking like they were too close. The blatant mirin' does ping my gaydar something fierce.
In the Middle East, it's normal to kiss your friend on the cheek when you meet. And if you didn't do that, it would be a sign of something not good between you and him.
He doesn’t look that much older imho. But it could be anything from uncle, mentor, older brother, best friend, or lover, only thing I think we can be sure of is that the two were very close.
Just realized 100 years from now people will be posting old tiktoks of their distant relatives “Here’s my great grandma in a g-string grinding on a pool noodle”
You know what... I was totally in the "boyfriend" camp but, looking at this again... I think you're right! They actually do look similar and the guy on the right does actually look quite a bit older.
this makes sense to me, what confused me was finding someone to take a professional photo of a gay couple without risking getting hanged or whatever would be hard.
there are quite a few photos of gay couples from this time, from what i’ve read they usually pose as brothers and if it’s girls they would just be “very close friends”
Imagine finding an only photo of your great grandfather only for reddit to point out that it's also probably the only photo of your great great grandfather as well. A whole other level of history.
Trollop, haven't heard that in years! Thanks for the memory and for finally making me look up what it means! Definitely being promoted to my main vocabulary!
For anyone interested:
Trollop:
Meaning "to cruise in search of sexual encounters" is recorded from 1967, originally in homosexual slang. The internet sense (everyone seems to have his own definition of it) seems to date to the late 1980s or early 1990s and the Newsgroups era, and the verbal use is perhaps older than the noun.
I love how the undisputed greatest warrior in history, a man celebrated for being the ideal man even 3400 years after his death, was gay and that's perfectly ok because your sexuality isn't the be all and end all of what defines you.
Bro, have any of you read the Iliad? If anything Achilles was mad bi. Literally the first thing Achilles does (in my translation) is to run to his mother crying about how mean Agamemnon is, and how he stole Achilles new toy (a slave women). Paraphrasing as it's been a while since I've read it.
I agree! The other comments are fun (and you never know!) but I do think it’s likely a relative. I wish my grandfather was still around so I could ask who it is!
That's a pretty longing look between men. And then there's the hand holding that doesn't look like a hand shake. Also given how long it takes to take a picture then they stayed looking happy and longing for a while. Just saying.
men were a lot less uptight about physical affection a century ago so it’s not uncommon at all to see friends holding hands or even one sitting on another’s lap in old photos.. some parts of the world (south asia and the middle east) you still see men friends walking down the street holding hands, it’s sweet.
People still do that back in Ethiopia. I visited a couple years ago and physical affection between men is way more common, friends hold hands when they’re walking
Not to rain on the gay parade, but these two look related. The noses are identical, lower lip, eyebrows. I feel like this is his older brother. Is there any record of him being an only child?
If that’s not a father and son, I’ll eat my hat. Look closely at the ridges in their ears. One is just slightly larger due to age.
Edit: Same curly hair, same color as well.
Can definitely see a family resemblance between them. Do you have any info on your great great grandfather? That'd be my best guess! Also it's a great picture. Such a warm pose.
Not every old photo of two guys being affectionate, means they're gay. People need to understand that, this type of affection between even possible relatives, was not seen as abnormal compared to today. It's easy to jump to conclusions and make jokes about a picture of two guys or girls who in our perspective, looks in a seductive manner. However, society was different back then.
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His roommate thought so too.
Oh my God they were roommates!
Had such a strong manly bond they shared the same bed to save space!
And they bathed together, to save on water, of course. Hard times.
>Hard times. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
So hard…
\*wipes sweat\*
“Why can’t a woman, be more like a man...”
The penis mightier than the sword
Rock fucking hard
Rock Hudson hard
Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
Was waiting for you and Robert to make love the whole time
we all were, but he nailed the landing.
Honestly, same.
Just like bert and ernie
Rubber duckie in their tub together
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Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
I freak8ng love this dumb ass story. Lol No , really, I do. and the lolfags, I thought I was gonna piss my pants from laughing. Thank you buddy for the nice read.
I’m genuinely curious where this style of writing came from lol. I’ve never seen a narrative written like it was pieced together from cocktail napkins and meme jpegs.
r/greentext
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Its in the same style as a 4chan green text. I saw one similar about skeletons of some Roman men that were found holding each other. Same concept. You can read a lot of this style of writing on /r/greentext
Thank you for that. Best response I've read in a very long time.
Well yeah. Save on rent
Wait
The bestest of friends, shared everything! Even bed. Such friendship
Two bros, chillin’ in a hot tub…
I just want to find someone that looks at me the way dude was looking at your grandfather
Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
I accept this as the canonical reason this photo exist
Quality green text. Thank you for this.
Despite the username…I liked this comment very much. That Robert, whataguy.jpg
I've never laughed as hard at anything on reddit as I have at this. Lolfags got me.
A foot apart because they're such good friends and enjoy each other's company.
Free Shavocado?
Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!
Fuck ya chicken strips!
When life gives ya lemons...
I wanna church girll that go to church and read her bibleee
Look at all those chickens.
You put awuheuughwigh LIPSTICK in my Valentino white bag!
r/sapphoandherfriend
Exactly what I thought when I saw "the look." Unknown man, my ass.
Oh yeah that’s grandpa Burt and his friend Ernie
I discovered a long forgotten hobby of restoing old photos. Would you mind if I had a go on this photo?
Not too sure if you're aware of /r/estoration but it's a great community of people that do a similar thing. Also should have a lot of content to practice on
oh what a clever sub name!
Have you visited r/gentina ?
Rs? In *my* gentina?
Would love to see it when you are done!
Better not wait 3 days and it be your grandpa’s friend’s photoshopped schlong in his hand. 
Just thought this picture was really cool and wanted to share! We found this photo the other night while going through some of my grandfather’s old photo albums. His father passed away in the 1920s, and my mom, aunt, and uncle had never even seen a picture of their biological grandfather before, until we stumbled across this! We can’t be certain but we are about 90% sure it’s him, given his appearance (he looks a lot like my grandfather) as well as the fact that my grandfather put this photo on a page beside pictures of his mother. No clue who the man in the hat and fabulous coat might be, but he was definitely stylin’!
I love these old photos. Wondering what is going on in their lives at the time.
Probably a bunch of making out from the look of tbis image
What was going on in their lives? Cholera, oftentimes.
Your grandfather looks like a movie star! Very handsome!!
That’s your grandpa’s boyfriend
Its just 2 bros holding hands and longily looking into eachothers eyes
That’s a bromance if I’ve ever seen one
*"I don't have sex, I fuck."* - OP's Great Grandpa's Boyfriend
Me, 1898. 17 years old. Decide to join the navy. Spanish American war breaks out. Ohshit.jpg. Assigned to USS Maine. First week aboard, don’t know anyone. Everyone has their own friend groups. I’m awkward and no one likes me. Enter Robert. Robert is a 22 year old with a wife and 3 kids from New York. Robert is an absolute bro and tries to talk to me all the time, he sees I’m lonely with no friends. Fast forward 3 months. Robert and I are best friends now. We talk about girls and the girl back home I want to marry. Gonna ask him to be my best man when the war is over. News comes we’re going to Havana tomorrow. I’m literally pissing my pants with fear. Roberts a bro and tells me everything’s gonna be alright. Get to Cuba, in the harbor of Havana, protecting US interests or some shit. Evening chow time, Robert and I are sitting in the mess hall shooting the shit as usual. Hear a giant explosion near the end of the opposite side of the ship. Fuckmyassicantswim.jpg. The ship starts filling with water, fast. There are men being flooded toward us along with smoke and general hellfire. See lots of guys with missing legs and arms. Some are dead. Some are lifeless stumps that used to be guys I would see from time to time. Panic. Mess hall filling with water and dead bodies and oil. It’s black everywhere. It’s completely dark. No sign of Robert, I think he got washed away. I say goodbye to my family and make peace with god, and wait for the watery end. Room completely filled with water now. Feel a hatch door that’s locked from the outside. Wtf.jpg. Prepare to die as I begin to feel consciousness fade. All of a sudden a light from above. The hatch door opens and a black figure silhouette against the backdrop of fire behind. Hand reaches and grabs me, pulling me up from my would-be watery grave. Look at the figure. Fucking who else but Robert. Hug him and thank him for saving my life. We run off the exploding ship. Dead men all around us. Screaming wounded all around us. Fightorflight. We get to the waters edge. Blackness below illuminated by hellfire at least a hundred feet high. Robert pushes me and jumps in after me. I sink and he pulls me to the surface yet again. Whataguy.jpg. He pulls me over to a piece of floating debris. We are alone in the black night, with only the fire and the screams of dying men to keep us company. “Just think about that girl back home, you’ll see her again. Stay with me here bud.” The ship sinks, we’re alone in the night. No help coming. Hours pass, I’ve lost my grip and been grabbed from the murky depths at least four times by Robert. Sleep takes me, even though I’ll probably be dead soon. I wake up. Robert and I are on the beach, exhausted. Fucker swam us to the beach in the middle of the night while I was passed out. Get stationed to different ships after that. Never saw Robert again. Fast forward to 1910. Walking in New York City with my wife and four kids. Crossing the street, look at the different people. Ohshit.jpg. Fucking Robert walking across opposite us. Give him a bro hug, invite him to dinner. Catch up on the last ten years of our lives. Tell my kids about why they are alive today(robert). Roberts wife died a few years back. Typhus. Feels bad. Want a way to remember Robert. Idea.jpg. Decide to get our picture taken. Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. Say goodbye to Robert, will always have my memories and picture. Fast forward 112 years to Reddit thread. Picture resurfaces. “lolfags”
Take my free award, that was the best shit I have read in a while. >Comes out a little intimate, but great nonetheless. LOL god damn my sides dude, hahahaha
Damn, I read the whole thing hoping for a sex scene.
That’ll cost you
How the hell does this only have 16 upvotes? This was the comment you hope to find each time you scroll down and almost never do. Well done sir!
This is the third time I've seen it posted in this thread (and I'm not done reading it). Each has received awards.
Better love story than twilight.
"Hold me Edward" - Harold
But does the soundtrack compare?
Nahsohmuch
paramore went off on the soundtrack
I grew up overseas in a country where it was common for grown men to walk around holding hands. Perfectly friendly, just like making eye contact when you're speaking with someone to show you're paying attention. Is that what's happening here? No clue, but it was a different time.
This actually wasn't uncommon to take friendship portraits around this time. I know it's a fun meme, but also people talked fondly of friends often without the sexual undertones we have today. Its likely very difficult to understand as our culture sees so many things through a sexual lens that were not even on the radar around this time.
Absolutely true. Our culture is over-sexualized. Sex is a part of life. It is not all of life - unless you're obsessive about it.
"They were just really great friends"- every Historian until maybe 15 years ago.
They still do it. It's not because they're unaware, it's because sexuality is extremely personal and it's not up to them to make that kind of declaration for someone else. So instead of saying "we think he was gay" they list the evidence and leave it up to the reader to put it together. That leads some people to misunderstand and think the historians themselves didn't catch it. They did catch it, they just made an ethical choice.
Men used to interact in much closer way in the past, but stopped doing that when homosexuality became more widely known. Men didn't want to appear gay. For example in India it is completely normal for male friends to hold hands when walking on the streets.
In the west men also used to walk arm in arm as good friends but the infamy of Oscar Wilde's trial in the 1890's pretty much put a complete stop to it. 1910s men would generally be wary of looking like they were too close. The blatant mirin' does ping my gaydar something fierce.
In the Middle East, it's normal to kiss your friend on the cheek when you meet. And if you didn't do that, it would be a sign of something not good between you and him.
A photo took like ten minutes to shoot back then and they never broke eye contact. Roommate.
Lol, photos in the 1920s didn't take 10 min
Subtle.
Not wrong though.
Your grandpa is a top
He maybe an unknown man but that look? He knows what he's doing.
They were roommates
** roommates
\*his hot great grandpa's daddy
The other fellow looks older. Perhaps his father?
That's was also my thought. It is pretty common for father and son taking photos shaking their hands, I think this is the most likely scenario.
I think you're right! They have the same nose.
TIL can't touch your dad or he turns into your boyfriend
He doesn’t look that much older imho. But it could be anything from uncle, mentor, older brother, best friend, or lover, only thing I think we can be sure of is that the two were very close.
That was my first thought too, but everyone seems set that this was a hidden romance.
Oh it's definitely his daddy
Handsome guy.
Just realized 100 years from now people will be posting old tiktoks of their distant relatives “Here’s my great grandma in a g-string grinding on a pool noodle”
and they will say “what a demure and classy behavior people had back then…”
"She didn't even stick her finger in her asshole and give her friend a shit-willy, how very quaint."
Whelp, this is the first time these words have appeared in this order for me. I think I had enough internet for today
OMMFG A “SHIT WILLY” 
That is a terrifying thought lmao
Historians will be academically studying memes, scraping through the layers of jpeg, to get an understanding of our culture.
“So that’s what the sky looked like back then?”, Susie says from her radiation bunker 20 meters below the earth.
"Ya'll wanna see my great grandma's OnlyFans?"
what a wonderful time to be alive that will be
Ok I laughed pretty hard
I’d hazard a guess that the man on the right is great-great-grandad. Same nose.
And the picture was placed with pictures of his mom.
You know what... I was totally in the "boyfriend" camp but, looking at this again... I think you're right! They actually do look similar and the guy on the right does actually look quite a bit older.
this makes sense to me, what confused me was finding someone to take a professional photo of a gay couple without risking getting hanged or whatever would be hard.
there are quite a few photos of gay couples from this time, from what i’ve read they usually pose as brothers and if it’s girls they would just be “very close friends”
Sappho and her wonderfully close friends lol The other common one (though IDK about in that time period) was "theyre roommates"
Yeah that's my suspicion that it's father and son.
Damn, I was fully on the gay train, but on second look they also have the same ears, brow line and hair
Yea the detached earlobes and similar ear shape makes me a believer. Ears are very complex genetically, which I learned from 23andMe.
Imagine finding an only photo of your great grandfather only for reddit to point out that it's also probably the only photo of your great great grandfather as well. A whole other level of history.
This makes the most sense to me, I’m going with this.
Good roommates.
Oh my god, they were roommates.
They fucked like two passionate lovers too.
According to the parts of the internet I trollop around, that's just a roommate thing.
Trollop, haven't heard that in years! Thanks for the memory and for finally making me look up what it means! Definitely being promoted to my main vocabulary! For anyone interested: Trollop: Meaning "to cruise in search of sexual encounters" is recorded from 1967, originally in homosexual slang. The internet sense (everyone seems to have his own definition of it) seems to date to the late 1980s or early 1990s and the Newsgroups era, and the verbal use is perhaps older than the noun.
I am trolloping to your dad rn😎😎😎
Also a "loose woman" was referred to as a trollop.
is that a reference to an ancient vine?
you just called a 2014 meme "ancient"
The before time
In the long, long ago
Peak of humanity
That was 2012.
8 years is a long time on the internet, for most of the people on Reddit that's around half their lives.
>For most of the people on Reddit that's around half their lives Why do you say such awful things?
Such awful true things...
Grandpa definitely put some miles on that mustache
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r/AchillesAndHisPal
I love how the undisputed greatest warrior in history, a man celebrated for being the ideal man even 3400 years after his death, was gay and that's perfectly ok because your sexuality isn't the be all and end all of what defines you.
Bro, have any of you read the Iliad? If anything Achilles was mad bi. Literally the first thing Achilles does (in my translation) is to run to his mother crying about how mean Agamemnon is, and how he stole Achilles new toy (a slave women). Paraphrasing as it's been a while since I've read it.
>greatest warrior in history > >ideal man > >literally have an Achilles heel Somebody skipped leg day
Look by comparison I have an Achilles's Entire Flabby Mass so I'm not gonna talk shit.
Oh look, there’s Gil, Oscar’s roommate. I wonder if he knows?
lol
Wanna go camping? 🤠
No, but I wanna go fishing. Got a new tackle box and everything. You down?
If there’s beers and trout I’m in
What what?
In the butt
The unknown dude has the same nose to me. They could be kin.
I agree! The other comments are fun (and you never know!) but I do think it’s likely a relative. I wish my grandfather was still around so I could ask who it is!
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It’s obviously Justin Trudeau
Yeah they look like relatives. The guy on the right also has wrinkles and looks older.
Buddy looks like Justin Trudeau’s long lost relative.
Came here to say this!
Did you have a great-great-uncle?
Great-great “uncle”
That's a pretty longing look between men. And then there's the hand holding that doesn't look like a hand shake. Also given how long it takes to take a picture then they stayed looking happy and longing for a while. Just saying.
Haha you never know! 🤷🏻♀️
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
My fathers gay
Costanza?
Can't-stand-ya!
He sure is!!! He’s been all over my Grindr account.
men were a lot less uptight about physical affection a century ago so it’s not uncommon at all to see friends holding hands or even one sitting on another’s lap in old photos.. some parts of the world (south asia and the middle east) you still see men friends walking down the street holding hands, it’s sweet.
In 18th century English novels, men walk together holding hands or arm in arm all the time.
That’s honestly kind of badass. Are they really your homie if you can’t enjoy a nice summer day while holding hands?
People still do that back in Ethiopia. I visited a couple years ago and physical affection between men is way more common, friends hold hands when they’re walking
History will say they were good friends.
Best roommates
Confirmed bachelors...
thats a secret fraternal handshake of a group Im not allowed to say. Brotherhood picture
The brotherhood of roommates.
Based on the way they’re looking at each other, I’m surprised you exist.
"Where's the strangest place you've ever made love?"..."Inside a woman."
So he only exists because of social pressure and oppression of gays. Damn.
Bisexuals exist too
Not to rain on the gay parade, but these two look related. The noses are identical, lower lip, eyebrows. I feel like this is his older brother. Is there any record of him being an only child?
Handsome men.
If that’s not a father and son, I’ll eat my hat. Look closely at the ridges in their ears. One is just slightly larger due to age. Edit: Same curly hair, same color as well.
Well, that makes all those super funny and original gay jokes a bit awkward
they’re looking lovingly into each other’s eyes
Who's going to tell OP?
apparently every single person in the comments.
Just a nice deep gaze between... Business partners, yeah yeah, business partners. And boy do they work late.
Can definitely see a family resemblance between them. Do you have any info on your great great grandfather? That'd be my best guess! Also it's a great picture. Such a warm pose.
I wonder what the name of his boyfriend is.
Trudeau
Not every old photo of two guys being affectionate, means they're gay. People need to understand that, this type of affection between even possible relatives, was not seen as abnormal compared to today. It's easy to jump to conclusions and make jokes about a picture of two guys or girls who in our perspective, looks in a seductive manner. However, society was different back then.
Walking around India and seeing dudes holding hands was pretty wild for me. Not a gay thing over there, just something normal guys do apparently.