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Okay tumblr I need help.

Tomorrow night I want to ask my best friend to be my boyfriend.

What happens if he says no?

CONTEXT

We’ve been friends since senior year of high school, we both recently graduated college.

A few weeks ago we were both really drunk at a house party. That night he touched my cock, we haven’t spoken about it.

But I feel a connection with him and I think this is something I need to do but is it worth possibly losing my best friend?

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I’m going to shoot my shot on Saturday, and if it doesn’t work I’m starting my villain era

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Kinda wanna fuck a trans girl

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Someone cuts me off in traffic, my dick gets hard.

Cause —> Effect

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Upon the hill across the blue lake…

That’s where I had my first heartbreak 💔

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As a Latino myself, I’m just glad Jill didn’t call us #LatinX 🙄

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Katy Perry is weird, but in a hot way. Right? I think so.

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I thought that was Pete Davidson lol

Gabriel Riccieri photographed by Bartek Szmigulski for Yummy Issue 5

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Another head severed. The thunk of a rusty old axe cutting into a wooden stump was the loudest sound as a man dressed in blue coveralls moved the body.

A much younger man grabbed my neighbor, I saw the fear in his eyes. His neck was next to go, and mine will be after this.

I don’t know what I was thinking. We could have had a totally normal life if we just stayed on the other side of the barbed wire fence. No, I was so confident that I could just pop in to see what it was like out this way and make a clean escape.

“Well, now all there is to do is wait. And hope they choose to leave our necks attached to the rest of us,” my friend Dale said to my left. Dale, a friend of mine since birth, came with me on this trip. He said it would be dangerous but I egged him on.

“What a disaster,” I thought to myself before turning to Dale with a tear in my eye and saying, “I really thought we could get our way out of this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The neighbor to my right had lost his dead. They came for me next. The younger man picked me up and brought me to the chopping block. He said “you’re going to make some great nuggets,” before the older man raised the axe and brought it down on my chicken head 🐔

Writing Prompt #1997

"Well all now there is to do is wait. And hope that they choose to leave our necks attached to the rest of us."

"I really thought we could get our way out of this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

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That desire to sit down and write a cool fictional story but that feeling of having no motivation to actually do it 😭