#quarantine buddies

[zonerobotnik]

Screw the "Danny makes death jokes" idea, Near makes comments about life being too difficult and wondering what kind of ghost he will be and Danny shakes him by the shoulders and tells him to NOT make comments about death, killing himself or otherwise, he is going to build a tall fence on Near's flat roof of the skyscraper he's been living in, SWEAR TO FUCK! Then he'll take his depressed ass downstairs and wrap him up in blankets to cuddle and watch movies with him until the suicidal thoughts born from survivor's guilt go away. At least for now. Because Near definitely needs supervision after losing nearly everyone he actually cared about. He spends hours agonizing over returning Mello's picture to him because now all he has to remember him is drawings and a burnt-up crucifix necklace that Lidner recovered from the church when they collected his body to bury.

[zonerobotnik]

Oh, look...it's my Quarantine Buddies storyline where Danny Phantom goes to live with Near from Death Note because he's horribly co-dependent and can't take care of himself. And they start to date and fuck.

The Headlines of 2020

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

This has most definitely been said before, but we were robbed of the core four quarantining on-screen together at Buck’s place. ROBBED I say

[buddiedaydreamer911]

if eddie really did sleep in buck’s bed during quarantine… then i 100% believe they both lied on the sides, facing each other while eddie’s phone was between them with christopher on speaker while they both talked the boy to sleep. then when it was finally time to hang up, one or both men would get emotional about not seeing christopher and the other would comfort them instantly.

[moonilit]

This is all about Jote now

[aluminia]

Well. My tablet broke so no (digital) drawing for a while. You will have to see my weird pen-drawn zines now

[elvensorceress]

Wednesday WIP⚡️

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from Catching Lightning (which is now over 30K 🫠) Eddie returning home from another failed date...

Eddie drives home in the rain to an empty house, and what does he know about any of this? Maybe he’s not cut out for this. Maybe he’s supposed to be alone. The rain is mocking him but maybe it’s not wrong. 

Everyone dies alone. 

He texts Chris goodnight and doesn’t receive displeased messages from Pepa this time, but the raining picks up and turns into a storm that knocks out power to his whole neighborhood and leaves him in the dark. 

There’s lightning in the dark. 

And thunder loud enough to make his house creak and tremble. He curls up in his bed and his hands are fine. They’re not shaking like the house. His lungs aren’t wailing like the wind. His stomach is tight and tense, churning acid and emptiness, but he had a strong margarita and no dinner. Everything tastes like metallic fizzing on his tongue. There’s no flavor to anything. He didn’t want to eat, and it’s probably good that he didn’t because there’s lightning outside and he just feels like throwing up. 

His phone has only 24% power left and he shouldn’t do it. He shouldn’t. He’s a grown man and it’s just a stupid storm and everything is fine. They’re not out in the bad weather. Lightning doesn’t strike twice? 

It doesn’t have to. It kills everything on the first try. 

Eddie was sore and bruised black and burned in a faint fractal for a week or so, but it was nothing like what happened to Buck. 

Nothing is happening to Buck. He’s fine. He’s probably still on his date and fucking his new girlfriend in the middle of the storm. Or something equally stupid. Eddie’s not going to do anything. Because he’s fine and nothing is wrong. 

And somehow his hands have other ideas because he’s picked up his dying phone, typed and sent a text before he’s even realized what he’s done. 

Hey. Did your power go out? Ours went out. Mine I mean. Chris isn’t here. Everything is dead.

It’s stupid. Eddie is being so fucking stupid. And the longer he stares at the words and the little “delivered” under them without it changing to “read,” the worse it is. 

Everything is dead. Everything. Everyone dies alone and lightning kills everything and Eddie doesn’t know how to feel, how to spark, how to chemistry, how to magic, how to build, how to love. 

The things Eddie knows are gunfire. Helicopter crashes. Car crashes. Bombs and explosions. The earth collapsing and burying him alive. Freezing cold water. Drowning. Bleeding. He’s always bleeding. And then he’s ripped in half by cruel sudden nightmarish electricity.

The same kind that cracks and flashes outside his window. The only light that exists anymore. Because everything else dies. 

He has to breathe. Frank taught him breathing. Inhale for eight seconds, hold for five seconds, exhale for eight seconds. 

There are sounds, noises that aren’t thunder. There’s a light thumping near his bedroom door. On his bedroom door? Eddie didn’t lock it tonight. He didn’t need to. He usually doesn’t in case Chris needs something. But Chris isn’t here tonight. And Eddie’s too overloaded to shock or startle when his door opens. He doesn’t look. It’s dark. He can’t see much. 

But he knows who sits next to him and touches him gently. 

Eddie reaches, feels around for that hand resting on his arm. It turns like it might hold his, thread with his, weave them back together. Eddie doesn’t settle on his hand. He finds Buck’s wrist, curls his fingers around it, and presses below his thumb. Until there’s a radial pulse beating steadily against his fingers. 

He has a pulse. His heart is beating. His heart is beating he’s alive his heart is alive. 

There’s a sob that breaks out of Eddie’s chest. And then he’s crying. He’s crying and can’t stop. 

“Hey,” Buck says. Gently. Sweet, soft, worried. Full of something that sounds like, feels like love. He touches Eddie the same way. A hand on his arm, a hand on his side. “Come here.”

Eddie doesn’t know reasons at this point. He doesn’t know arguing. He only knows needing to feel how Buck is alive. 

Eddie sits up and Buck meets him with arms that close around him and hold him tightly. And he’s warm and alive and solid and breathing and real and Eddie breathes in the citrus vanilla coconut that lingers on him, and his own heart beats and beats and beats. 

“It’s okay. I got you,” Buck whispers and rubs a hand over Eddie’s back and then strokes Eddie’s hair as he cradles the back of his head. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”

Eddie doesn’t ask how Buck knew, but of course he did. And with Buck in his arms, holding him tightly, the storm outside isn’t loud anymore. It’ll fade and burn out. Buck is safe. He’s alive. The tension melts away and Eddie is done crying and panicking. He’s not alone. 

“Here. Scooch over.” Buck nudges him gently until Eddie moves backward into more of the middle of the bed. Buck takes his place, Eddie’s usual spot on the right side of the bed, and motions for Eddie to lie down with him. 

It makes Eddie’s heart beat too hard. It’s not used to beating anymore. But Buck tucks his socked feet under the covers and he’s wearing dark gray sweatpants and a long-sleeved navy blue shirt. Clothes he sleeps in. And when Eddie lies down beside him, Buck directs Eddie’s head onto his own chest. Until Eddie can hear the clear, rhythmic thumping of Buck’s heart. 

His heart is beating.

It’s loud and perfect and drowns out everything else. A fresh wave of tears leaks from Eddie’s eyes, too sudden and too much for him to stifle it.

[eddienchanted]

New fic just dropped! The Buddie hockey AU that I've somehow been working on for four years.

"You should see the other guy," Diaz smirks.

His lip is busted, and it looks like he might have a black eye when all is said and done. His hand is wrapped in gauze, and he winces a little as he flexes it.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Buck says.

"Yeah, well. Everyone seems to want a piece of you." Diaz says, and Buck thinks his brain is short-circuiting.

[lithuvia]

Fellas, is it gay to run a fever? Why are you red? Oh, you've elevated your body temperature to kill all the little dudes inside you? Why're there so many of them in there? The rituals are so intricate-

*i sneeze too hard and pass out*

[butchsaint]

characters that were born into powerful families, but were the babies of the family. who were last in line for any sort of leadership. who never had to take their role seriously. who would only have to take power if the worst possible case scenario occurred. who had to take power with no preparation, mourning their fallen family members, and ultimately doing a terrible job because they have no one left to guide them.

[skullzy20]

the improvement is kind of insane

[zonerobotnik]

It's a nice day, so Danny convinced Near to step away from his computer for a few hours and they went to a park to hang out. -- Summer is over and the Ober and Ember months are upon us, so I'm bringing back the Quarantine Buddies/Tutor AU. Been a little while since I drew them, though I've been intending to do so many pictures but haven't been able to because the Tangled stuff has kept me so busy. While taking a break from that stuff, I'm gonna take this time to draw more art from other fandoms.

[zouisalmightie]

she is the prettiest fucking thing in the entire world lil chönk i love you so much

[theculturedmarxist]

In 2020, Robert Kuciemba, a woodworker in San Francisco was infected with covid by a co-worker after his Nevada-based Victory Woodworks transferred a number of sick workers to the San Francisco site for a few months. 

Through the proceedings of the case it turns out that the employer knew some employees might be sick but they transferred them anyway and ignored a San Francisco ordinance in place at the time to quarantine suspected covid cases.

Kuciemba was subsequently infected and he then infected his wife, who ended up in ICU on a ventilator.

The California Supreme Court just ruled against Kuciemba on the basis that a victory, while, in the court's words, "morally" the right thing to do, would create "dire financial consequences for employers" and cause a "dramatic expansion of liability" to stop the spread of covid.

There’s a few stunning details to note in this case. First, the court agreed that there is no doubt the company had ignored the San Francisco health ordinance. In other words, they accepted the company had broken the law. And then concluded “yeah, but, capitalism.”

Secondly, the case was so obviously important to the struggle between capitalism and mass infection that the US Chamber of Commerce, the largest business lobbying organisation got involved and helped the company with its defence. Remember, this is a tiny company in a niche industry. The involvement of the biggest business lobbyists in the country tells us a lot about the importance of the principle they knew was at stake.

Thirdly, the defence of the company is very telling. They said “There is simply no limit to how wide the net will be cast: the wife who claims her husband caught COVID-19 from the supermarket checker, the husband who claims his wife caught it while visiting an elder care home." 

Well, exactly. Capitalism couldn’t survive if employers were liable for covid infections contracted in the workplace, and the ripple effect of those infections. And they know it. 

This case is something of a covid smoking gun, revealing what we always suspected but had never seen confirmed in so many words: the public health imperative of controlling a pandemic virus by making employers liable for some of that control is, and always must be, secondary to capitalist profit. 

This ruling is also saying out loud what has been obvious to anyone paying attention for the last two years: employers don’t have a responsibility to keep your family safe from covid. You have that responsibility. And if you give a family member covid that you caught at work and they get sick or die – even if it was a result of law-breaking by your employer – that’s on you buddy.

It is the same old capitalist story: the shunting of responsibility for ills that should be shared across society, including employers in that society, onto individuals.

This ruling essentially helps codify workplace mass infection and justifies it as necessary for the smooth functioning of capitalism.

This is not new. This is where the ‘just a cold’ and the ‘mild' narrative came from. It came from doctors and healthcare experts whose first loyalty was to capitalism. Not to public health. To money, not to lives. Abetted by media who uncritically platformed them.

While this ruling tells us little that we couldn’t already see from the public policy approach of the last two years, it is revealing (and to some extent validating) to see it confirmed by the highest law of the land in the United States. 

[buddiedaydreamer911]

while the four of them quarantined in buck’s loft, buck definitely hopped on the “work from home” trend on tiktok. hen, chimney, or eddie would’ve been cooking at the stove and buck would randomly run up and turn the burner off then yell “got the fire out!” and the three definitely would’ve been so fed up and annoyed with him by the time they all left lmao

[maplemonarchy]

I miss hanging out with my friends