#sarinda

[camerist1]

We are Everywhere

I was attracted by the saying on the shirt! I suspect they have restaurants in several locations. We sure did enjoy the food, especially the garlic nan.

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[meanderings0ul]

Traces - by meanderingsoul (ao3) - a fic for the pieces left behind that haunt us, a canon divergent episode tag at the end of 6x9

“I know you’re not much of a talker, so get to it,” he said. The blank, slightly annoyed expression on his face was completely unfamiliar.

May really did hate it.

“Shut up and hold still.”

He actually did, but Sarge kept staring.

The fabric of his shirt was worn thin, crumpled silently under her fingers when she pushed up his left sleeve.

She already knew what she’d see. It was the first thing they’d verified. There was no seam, no scar, no metal. Nothing visible. Nothing when she traced a patch of skin with a fingertip. May knew how Phil’s skin had healed around the anchor point, the cap that had protected it.

When she dropped his sleeve to tug up his shirt the scar wasn’t there. None of Phil’s scars were there, few other scars to replace them. If he’d been traveling planet to planet chasing Shrike for so many years there should be other scars, not just the familiar birthmark. This didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

“What are you looking for?” he asked, and she could hear the impatience because it had been the same in Phil’s voice and she hated that too. “You’ve all already had a good stare at my arm.”

“Just shut up.”

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[meanderings0ul]

WELL THEN.

At least I know what my sarinda fic is gonna be now... 😱

[littlethingwithfeathers]

Me: *sees people getting sniffy about Sarge/May fanwork* Me: *cracks knuckles and sets spite-drive to warp*

[frenchmuseums]

China and South Asia, Room 33 objects, British museum

[kissingmyeyez]

When the bae knows exactly what you like!

[runningwithsourwolf]

WHAT IS THIS

Sarinda just deactivated her blog

NOO T_T

[melissamaxq]

Words. 19/365: Sarinda -

sarinda

noun

folk fiddle of Afghanistan, Pakistan, and northern India. The deep wood shell has a skin belly up to its narrow waist but is open thereafter on both sides of the fretless fingerboard; the body is commonly shaped like a pouch or bag. The three melodic strings are gut or horsehair. Some versions have sympathetic strings like those of the sarangi.