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Bring Me Home: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and when Danny's parents take his reveal poorly, Tim helps get him safe.

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Ghost!Robin Haunts Jason AU: Jazz is dating Jason, so she and Danny are invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet the family. Danny arrives and meets Jason for the first time only to be distracted by the ghost of the dead Robin that is hanging off of him. T rating

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Answer My Call: (Wrong Number AU) Jazz, Sam, and Tucker manage to help Danny escape the GIW, but they can't follow him and are under too much surveillance to communicate with each other. Sam snuck Danny a phone as he ran and Jazz sends him a text every day, hoping to hear he is all right. But he's not the one getting the texts.

Jason was away for several months on a mission with the Outlaws. When he finally returns home, he is surprised to find dozens of messages from an unknown number begging a Danny to tell her he's okay. Looks like there's not going to be a break between missions this time around.

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I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again): Danny and Jason meet in the zone after Jason's death. They become friends (and more). But Jason doesn't think it's enough. He finds Desiree and wishes for his life back. But for every wish, she exacts a price.

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The Two Ghost Motel: Danny is tired.

Endless ghost fights with too many responsibilities and too little time; he barely passed sophomore year. When Ember visits town for a bit of fun, she mentions the Two Ghost Motel, a place of peace and refuge for restless ghosts who aren't ready to cross over.

“I’m fine, Ember.”

Danny’s got a home and friends. He’s fine, really.

But when his parents begin experimenting with electricity to destabilize ghosts, it’s too much for Danny. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor Tucker can host him for the night and he’s left wandering in the night, alone. Then he sees it: The Two Ghost Motel.

He checks in.

“Welcome.”

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There’s something called culture. People (especially USAmericans) think of culture as cultural dress, cultural food, cultural music. These are culture, but they are only the very superficial aspects of it. Like the icing on your cake. Far more deep rooted is the more meaty bits of culture: the attitudes, the ideas, the taboos.

There’s a guy on tiktok who has done a series that shows this very well, of Germans Vs Irish. In one video the German offers the Irish person two kinds of tea, green or black. The Irish person keeps putting off the choice with things like “Oh sure whatever is easiest”, “Which have you more of?” and, “Ah sure I don’t want to cause a fuss” whereas the German just wants a straight answer. This is a cultural difference of politeness.

Here in the UK, accents mark your class very openly. They let everyone know where you’re from (though this has become less pronounced in the last 50 years,) and what your background is. A lot of people (especially northerners, but also a fair contingent of working class southerners) face discrimination on the basis of their accents.

Some of us (myself included) even change register (though I believe USAmericans call it code switching) in and out of our regional accent and a close approximation of RP. We learn to do it because it makes us seem more intelligent (even though it shouldn’t) and helps us be taken more seriously.

Thus, our country carries a lot of baggage when it comes to accents. Especially those of the working class who have had their accents made fun of, or have faced discrimination based on it.

So when someone outside the country (usually USAmericans) makes fun of our accents they’re stepping on a lot of cultural taboos and boundaries. Especially because the “It’s Chewsday, gonnae wot-ch sum yewchube innit” is a working class accent.

Now, that’s not to say we can’t take a joke, but this is the kind of joke you share with someone who you have been friends with for a while. My boyfriend often will pick up on the way I say certain words, in much the same fashion I pick up on his idiosyncrasies of speech (English isn’t his first language so he says stuff like close the lights, which is adorable.) If we aren’t predisposed to liking you, then the joke you’re trying to make is more like an insult.

The way I like to think of it is if you were in a pub, and made those sorts of jokes to someone. If they knew you, and they liked you, they’d probably laugh along. If they didn’t like you or know you, they would punch you in the jaw.

Even now, after decades in Scotland, I still don’t sound Scottish. The English hear a slight lilt but that disappears as soon as I spend any time with them.

When Christopher Eccleston was cast as the Doctor in Doctor Who, people were surprised that he used his own northern accent, instead of performing with an accent like every Doctor before him. That was only 15-ish years ago.

Even now, this still happens - James McAvoy made a very vocal protest a couple of years back about a critic who complained about the use of Scots accents and only applauded the “plummy English” accent of one character in a play.

No amount of scrubbing or cutting the nail as low as he could rid the lines from him. They sat as a reminder, taunting him of one of his worst moments. Dying in an explosion was a cake walk compared to awakening in a coffin. Frantically clawing at the wood inches from his nose.

Jason could never forget the smell, the taste of the dirt that crumbed from the split wood. How warm and slick his blood had been as it poured from his broken skin. Even after, when his mind had cleared and his body cleansed. The lines remained.

Gloves helped, though he found it difficult to wear them during the warmer months of the year. Still he endured it, keeping his fingers covered at all times. When he and Tim had started their rendezvous they stayed on. Only coming off if the lights were dimmed or completely off.

Nearly a year had gone by before he built up the courage to show Tim. Tim whose face remained neutral even as he kissed each individual finger nail. All while tears silently trekked down Jason’s cheeks.

Tim’s solution to Jason’s predicament: nail polish. He had run to the bathroom and returned with a small makeup bag. Inside where dozens of bottles of polish of all different colors. Jason chose black, simple and dark enough to fully cover the lines. Tim smiled, twisting off the cap after he shook it, he gently held Jason’s palm as he swiped the polish on.

Now every few weeks or when the polish chipped too much from their vigilante work, Tim would remove the old and repaint his nails. Sometimes Tim would take a nail polish marker or two and badly draw little designs.

Tonight was no exception. Jason’s hand rested on Tim’s knee as the smaller man leaned over it. His hair tied back from his face giving Jason a full view of the tip of his tounge poking out from his lips. The black polish had dried and now Tim was putting a layer of red crackle polish atop it. He glanced at his finished hand noting the clean work.

“There!” Tim smiled triumphantly twisting the cap on the crackle polish before he softly blew on the wet nails. “Try not to touch anything for twenty minutes.”

Rolling his eyes Jason huffed, “I know baby. Don’t have to remind me.” He yelped when Tim stood, shoved Jason further into the couch and bit the side of his throat.

Tim pulled back with a wink and gathered the nail supplies to put away. Jason growled in faux anger. Tim shushed him and rounded the corner into the bedroom out of sight.

Jason’s head rolled back and forth until he lifted a hand to stare at the black peaking through the cracked red on his nails. He narrowed his eyes bringing his hand closer to his face to inspect his middle finger.

This nail was all black but instead of red crackle there sat a crudely draw bat, Jason’s red bat. Jason snorted a smile playing on his face. A hand carding though his hair stole his attention. Tim held his face as he leaned down to kiss Jason. “Mmm, love you.” Jason mumbled against them.

Because poor Dr. Grace was never meant to be up there with a dead crew and no memories :,)

So like she gets the recordings and realizes Yao and Ilyukina are dead before he wakes up so he’s got no pilot, no engineer, and no memories.

And then you also have to remember that the EXISTENCE of these recordings and the fact they were accompanied by the Taumoeba means that an amnesticized Grace somehow managed to save earth without a pilot or engineer and shoddy memory that only vaguely gives him enough to work with as he works.

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