hi i will 4ever love william poindexter

Let’s just say that I’m having a lot of emotions about Latinx-Whiskey after 4.9. 

If Whiskey is anything like me, there’s probably about fifteen identity issues in a trench coat under what we see in the update and specifically when it comes to sexuality, religion, and race. 

I’m putting the rest under a read more since it deals with some hefty topics and spoilers for 4.9 Whiskey 

okay so mostly i was sick of all my prompt lists sitting in drafts but i will always take prompts! and you tempt me so with Whiskey/Matt. so here you go.

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Connor stopped in the doorway and felt the other dad bump into him. 

“Didn’t Mrs. Fitzpatrick say this was a double room?” He asked no one in particular. Because it was not. In the center of the hotel room was a single king bed. 

“I can go check with the front desk,” came the voice from behind him. 

“Okay,” Connor agreed. 

Matt Harrison left and Connor stood in the doorway staring at the bed. 

This was just his luck. He knew Tina’s dad had also volunteered to chaperone, and wasn’t that bad enough that he had to spend the weekend with the incredibly cute man? Then to be sharing a hotel room on top of it? 

It was too much, his heart couldn’t handle it. 

He had only recently started letting himself look at other men after Jake left him and their daughter last year. And a harmless crush on her classmate’s dad had seemed… well, harmless. But then they’d ended up on this trip together and suddenly it wasn’t. 

It was dangerous. 

“Bad news,” Matt announced from the hallway. “This is the only room. Apparently, they thought the parent chaperones were married.”

Connor groaned. 

“It’s a big bed, we’ll manage.”

When Connor turned to look at him, Matt continued.

“It’s for the kids.”

Finally, he sighed and agreed. He was a grown man, he could handle sharing a bed with another man. Even a very cute one. For the kids. 

The men dropped their bags and took turns in the bathroom. They split up for room checks and made sure all the kids were in bed. Then they got into their own bed. 

After a moment, Matt spoke.

“I get the feeling you don’t like me very much.”

“What?”

“You’re quiet about it, which I appreciate, we don’t have to be best friends. But it’s good for the kids to see us getting along. So I’d appreciate if you could be friendly for the trip at least.

Connor laughed. He actually laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Matt asked.

“Matt, it’s not that I don’t like you, it’s that I like you a lot.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” Matt said, his face twisting.

“Look, my husband left Sammie and me about a year ago. And just when I started letting myself look again, I met you at Parent-Teacher Conferences. And I thought it was harmless, you know? But then we ended up chaperoning together and I’m afraid of coming off.. well, creepy.”

It was the most Connor had said aloud to anyone besides Sammie in months. He swallowed hard. 

Matt was just staring at him from across the bed.

“So. That’s all out there, now. I can sleep on the couch.”

“Wait,” Matt said suddenly. His hand reached out but hovered just a moment away from Connor’s wrist. 

“I’d like it if you stayed.”

“You don’t have to be all perfect-ally you know. I can handle it. Been gay my whole life,” Connor smiled sadly. 

“No, that’s not it,” Matt shook his head and finally did take his hand. “I signed up to chaperone this trip because I wanted to get to know you better.”

“You did?”

Matt smiled and nodded. “One of my better impulse decisions, if I do say so myself.”

“I’ll say,” Connor agreed. 

They held hands and talked late into the night all three nights of the trip, wrangling middle schoolers during the day and getting to know each other at night. 

When they had arrived back at the school at last, the two men checked everyone out to their parents and told their daughters to go wait in their cars. 

“I’d like to take you on a date,” Matt said when they were alone at last. 

“I’d like that,” Connor agreed. 

AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE

Why?

Let’s say you make some vegan chocolate chip cookies. (I looked a recipe up for the sake of this post). These cookies are made with almond milk.

You have a friend that you’ve known for a few months now, and you think it would be nice to surprise them.

So, you offer them one of the cookies. You don’t tell them they’re vegan. As far as your friend is aware, they’re made with cow milk and chicken eggs.

Your friend takes one bite, and a few minutes later you’re using their epi-pen on them and calling 911.

See, what just happened is that your hypothetical friend here has a nut allergy that you didn’t know about, and the almond milk in the cookies was enough to put them in the hospital.

You could have avoided this whole situation by informing your friend that they’re vegan, thus prompting the question “It’s not made with almond milk, is it?”

This doesn’t just apply to cookies. While I’ve never found one, if you happen to know of a vegan fake meat that’s not made with soy and looks and smells exactly like the meat version, don’t serve it to someone and not tell them until after they eat it.

“But I, a vegan, would never do that!”

Great, then this post isn’t about you. This post is about the people who post shit like “when you give your friend vegan food without telling them and they like it *insert gif here*”, and it’s also about the thousands of people who reblog it.

Ma-ia ho

Ma-ia ha

Alo?

sunt eu

step 1: buy 15 identical cats

step 2: invite someone over