#silver birds

[shortguyswag]

if i was anywhere near as fluent as i would like to be in spanish, i would write a story for silver birds where the universal translator stops working, and despite being a botanist, Jules gets wrapped into the plot of trying to communicate and fix the translator. throughout the story, most of the crew struggles to communicate, and Jazzy (who minored in linguistics) is somehow the most qualified person to come up with stopgap solutions. Cap hyrum is carrying around several padds of basic phrases in about a dozen languages. at one point he mispronounces something to drastically change the meaning for comedic effect. At the end when the translator is fixed, the perspective is switched to hyrum's perspective, and he promptly flops down on the living room couch, and Jules wastes no time in poking fun of him that his spanish has gotten rusty. hyrum just lightly wacks him

[apolline-lucy]

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[sincerely-chaos]

It seems that Operation Silver Birds Air is go

It seems that I've got certain things straightened out (well; more like accepted that they are what they are) and I'm finally writing Silver Birds again for the first time in three months. </p> <p>Thank you all; kind commenter on ao3, @moonlightlock @pipmer @notjustamomj and @simpleanddestructivechemistry for discussing with me here and giving me some perspective!

[sincerely-chaos]

I like the challenge of writing ‘clueless sex’ when the characters have already entered into a relationship.

‘It just sort of... happened’ gets a new meaning.

[sincerely-chaos]

Friday Six(-ish)

There’s definitely tension in the air, almost as visible as the colors that surround them. But John doesn’t move, doesn’t take a step towards Sherlock, and Sherlock isn’t sure if this is meant to be his cue or if he’s been too diaphanous in his invitation a few seconds ago, and John simply isn’t sure.

No. John understands. The angle of the crow’s feet at the corner of his eye, the pulse that’s not slowing down even after they quit the stairs; John knows.

Sherlock had wanted - illogically, a childish need for symmetry - to be the one who was kissed this time.

(To have John step up to him, still Sherlock with his hands in his hair and stop the noise, stop the uncertainty and breath against his lips before--)

Symmetry.

But the situation doesn’t seem to allow for symmetry, so Sherlock goes for clarity instead, because if the moment’s lost, he’s not certain how he’d create another one.

[sincerely-chaos]

Silver Birds and its reasons for taking off far earlier than its expected departure (which would have been about two months from now, given my history)

I thank new ADHD-meds, Penny’s reminders and the fact that I’m having a few sick days for the fact that my draft of next chapter of Silver Birds is suddenly finished, with the exception of a climax to the masturbation scene (pun intended).

I think this might be a record. Seriously.

[sincerely-chaos]

“If I don’t write this song, someone I love is going to die” - Hello Saferide

Because I’m currently writing Silver Birds - have a rather endearing song about obsessions and compulsions, and some intrusive thoughts. Because it’s seldom written about, and even more rarely put into music.