Has Polaroid and Sawmus ever gotten into a big argument before?
If so, what caused it and how did they resolve it?
P.s. I wish you luck on your work, projects and other stuff and please take as many breaks as you need ^_^
There haven’t been any records of Polaroid and Sawmus having significant conflicts. There may be little disagreements between them sometimes, such as the fact that Polaroid has to get up really early due to Sawmus routinely getting only 4 hours of recharge each day. But for the most part, they get along surprisingly well.
During the period of a global apocalypse, there aren’t that many considerations like that of normal life. There are no arguments about financial problems since there’s no economy, nor are there politics to fight about because there’s no politics. Everyone just trying to survive and live to the fullest, small differences should not be the biggest concerns.
Plus, Sawmus isn’t the type of parent who would be overprotective of their children, or intervene in Polaroid’s responsibilities. He would stand on the sideline to observe Polaroid’s progress, and offer a hand when Polaroid requires assistance, but he would never take advantage of his position as a caretaker and force Polaroid to do anything. A good parent instructs, not demands. At the end of the day, Sawmus is just a single dad with a son who works two jobs.
On the other hand, Polaroid is pretty disciplined and mature himself, never throwing tantrums or taking advantage of Sawmus’ trust. He believes in Sawmus’ judgments on the battlefield because he credits Sawmus would always considering the most beneficial options, whether is the alliance, the rescue team, or just between Sawmus and himself.
Also thanks for the concerns, I'm doing ok so far. Just about one more week and I'll be done with the finals.
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so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you sterek mutual's and followers who are are now also so into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch)
and and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've only started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods, and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.
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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't even really either of their faults.
Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.
In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?
The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).
In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.
Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.
Tough on Buck, at least.
See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.
About Eddie.
In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—
Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.
After that, evenings were a challenge.
They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.
Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.
So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night. Tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself. The guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.
Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.
They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl, which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, Jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.
Fuck his life.
The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.
They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.
Seriously, fuck Buck's life.
The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.
And that was a problem, for a few reasons.
Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.
Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.
Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie. And Christopher. And he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.
Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.
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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp
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CR3 92 -- A list. Spoilers? I guess.
So I normally watch the first hour or so of CR and then go to bed, because time zone and work in the morning, but of course, I had to watch ALL of it last week and by the end, I was so sleepy that I vowed to rewatch it on Friday. Then my dog got into a fight with a raccoon, and we ended up at the emergency vet at 2am (he's fine now). I realized I hadn't finished watching Kymal, so I had to go watch that, and I didn't get back to rewatching the ep until yesterday/today.
1. The growth of Aimee fucking Carrero as a player. Love it so much.
2. Aabria Iyengar is perfect. No notes needed.
3. It’s so fun to watch Matt be one part tactician 2 parts himbo.
4. Robbie is absolutely coming back to the main table. He said Dorian feels like he needs a purpose, but he’s the only Crownkeeper who isn’t favored by a god.
5. Betrayed God Champion one shot. Go go. They could be Exandria's Suicide Squad.
6. I need someone, not me, I've got shit to do, to chart out the timelines for the last IDK two months game time?
7. WHAT IF BH GOES TO AEOR AND POPS A BUBBLE AND THAT IS SAM'S NEW CHARACTER????? That's just a thought I had.
8. M9 one shot in Aeor please or just have half the table play M9 and half the table play BH. I want Caleb and Beau involved in taking down Luddy.
9. Alternately, BH could go meet HotBoi!Essek.
10. ALSO WHAT IS THIS LUXEN BULLSHIT THAT YOU JUST DROPPED AABRIA? Please elaborate.
11. Did Opal's mom know Vex and Vax?
12. Is Opal Ruidus born?
13. Are all of the PCs on the excult/exfundie side of Tiktok or what?
14. How many cults are we up to now? We've got the 420 Hive Mind in Bassuras, Ruidian stuff, Assholes who thought it would be a good idea to put a piece of a primordial entity into a child, and now Third Secret Option Luxon.
15. Ash, Imogene, and Opal need to form the "Children of Deadbeat Parents who went and got involved in a cult and caused their children a lot of heartache" support group.
I love me some comic horror, but is it next Thursday yet?
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