META + frogs.
Sombra was, generally, a person who didn't mind animals of any kind. Definitely the type to be the "take the bug out of the house whilst the other one yelps in horror" girl in the situation. Kind of hard not to be growing up in Dorado 'cause they were just everywhere. She remembered her mother telling her a story about how she ad her father had been on a honeymoon in some part of Mexico (some place clearly hot and wet and humid) because they'd come back to their spot from going out and there had been approximately a dozen frogs in the toilet.
Story had really stuck with her and made her cackle. Hell, she, herself, had as a kid run around the yard chasing some sibling or another with a frog in her hand trying to get them to scream and run 'cause she just thought it was funny.
Receiving a frog Moira had grown herself in the lab was now a new and somehow even more disturbing frog story than even her mother's encounter with the bathroom frogs of the Yucatan.
She just couldn't...understand it. As far as she knew, Moira wasn't experimenting on them or anything. It wasn't as if Moira was some queen of ethics to the point where she'd turn to this particular style animal experimentation when none of her subjects were even amphibian in nature. And if she were, then wouldn't it be a waste to give Sombra one of her frogs in the first place?
It was yet another weird layer to the puzzle that the geneticist presented her. So Sombra had bought herself a terrarium and outfitted it as well as she could for a frog of it's species (something she could determine with a reverse image search once she snapped a clear enough picture with the cybernetic alterations to her eyes) and she'd set them in there and gotten them mealworms and sometimes she would just sit there in her room and stare at it and try to figure out what the hell this was all about.
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i love when words fit right. seize was always supposed to be that word, and so was jester. tuesday isn't quite right but thursday should be thursday, that's a good word for it. daisy has the perfect shape to it, almost like you're laughing when you say it; and tulip is correct most of the time. while keynote is fun to say, it's super wrong - i think they have to change the label for that one. but fox is spot-on.
most words are just, like, good enough, even if what they are describing is lovely. the night sky is a fine term for it but it isn't perfect the way november is the correct term for that month.
it's not just in english because in spanish the phrase eso si que es is correct, it should be that. sometimes other languages are also better than the english words, like how blue is sloped too far downwards but azul is perfect and hangs in the air like glitter. while butterfly is sweet, i think probably papillion is more correct, although for some butterflies féileacán is much better. year is fine but bliain is better. sometimes multiple languages got it right though, like how jueves and Πέμπτη are also the right names for thursday. maybe we as a species are just really good at naming thursdays.
and if we were really bored and had a moment and a picnic to split we could all sit down for a moment and sort out all the words that exist and find all the perfect words in every language. i would show you that while i like the word tree (it makes you smile to say it), i think arbor is correct. you could teach me from your language what words fit the right way, and that would be very exciting (exciting is not correct, it's just fine).
i think probably this is what was happening at the tower of babel, before the languages all got shifted across the world and smudged by the hand of god. by the way, hand isn't quite right, but i do like that the word god is only 3 letters, and that it is shaped like it is reflecting into itself, and that it kind of makes your mouth move into an echoing chapel when you cluck it. but the word god could also fit really well with a coathanger, and i can't explain that. i think donut has (weirdly) the same shape as a toothbrush, but we really got bagel right and i am really grateful for that.
grateful is close, but not like thunder. hopefully one day i am going to figure out how to shape the way i love my friends into a little ceramic (ceramic is very good, almost perfect) pot and when they hold it they can feel the weight of my care for them. they can put a plant in there. maybe a daisy.
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Examples of jokes I think Danny would make daily, but I haven't managed to write them into any of my fics yet:
Sam: Could you pass the remote?
Danny: You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Danny hands it over with no fuss.
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Tucker: Hey, pass the ketchup
Danny: Over my dead body!
Danny arcs the ketchup over his head as he passes it to Tucker.
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Jazz, calling through the house: Danny?! Where are you??
Danny on his bed: ON MY DEATH BED
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Danny walking into any room, anywhere, at any given moment: this place is haunted
The joke is that it’s him. He's the ghost haunting it. Sam and Tucker hate this one because of how often he says it.
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Goes ghost before he uses the phrases "You killed me" or "I'm dead" when something is funny.
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Jazz whacks him over the head. (deserved)
Danny goes ghost the second her hand makes contact: MURDERER
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Jazz: could you help me with-
Danny: I can't. I'm dead.
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The classic "I guess I'll die" gag.
Tucker: You should probably go deal with that ghost, huh?
Danny: I guess I'll die
Goes ghost and flies off.
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Dash: How about you eat shit and die
Danny: Well, I've already done one of those things.
Dash: D:
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Sam, could be talking about literally anything: I would rather die
Danny: Same.
Sam: -_-
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Sam: Danny, what did you do?!
Danny, who messed up: .....Deadmen tell no tales.
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Danny, anytime anyone accidentally wakes him up: you're being loud enough to awaken the dead.
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Danny: Paulina looks so pretty today
Sam: Seriously? You still have a crush on her? You know she'll never like you back.
Danny: you're being necrophobic
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