Kaleidoscope: “Red”
Title: “Red” by pink-affinity
Fandom: LoK
Rating: T
Word count: 1022
Published: June 2, 2012
Note: Inspired by today’s episode and Eqra’s wonderfully angsty Makorra art which you should like and reblog because it is awesome and a nudge by an anon.
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He’d heard the phrase before, of course, but he’d never truly experienced it. He’d never “seen red”. Not until now.
Obviously he’d been angry before. He’d been angry many times in his life, but he always kept himself in check. He tried to stay calm when he was mad, because there were things that could be said or things that could be done that he knew he would want to take back after the fact. Just because he demonstrated some self-control on a regular basis did not mean that he could not be angry. He kept it hidden, but it was there, bubbling below the surface, begging to become realized.
Meelo’s gonna be a ladykiller someday. Just needs to grown into his looks.. he has the charm down right xD
Bolin’s gonna be giving him lessons, I can just see it now. lol
(Source: makos-lightningrod)
605. the final battle in the second gigantomachy took place a few miles outside a small greek village, one that still held true to the old ways. because of that loyalty, every member of the small village was gifted with true sight. on the fateful night, every villager witnessed the battle, and because they recognized it for what it was, they started a festival to celebrate yet another victory of the gods and those brave seven demigods that fought along side them.
Can we take a moment to just look at this?
Mako and Korra have sex!eyes which can be broken down to the following conversation:
Korra: I’d like to bite your meat bun.
Mako: I wonder if she wants me just as bad as I want her.
Korra: Just do me already.
Mako: I should do her already.Meanwhile:
Bolin: Oh my spirits, what kind of filling is this? I should get Mako to get the recipe.Asami: I am one BAMF.
CANON TILL PROVEN OTHERWISE
GOD, KORRA. She wanted so badly to prove herself here. Her friends were in trouble, the city was in trouble, and Tarrlok was the one fucking everything up. Tarrlok, the guy who said she wasn’t good enough and triggered her self-doubt in this episode. And her facing here was as much about her as it was about the city.
Like, she grew up her entire life the best at almost everything she did. Bending the elements came so naturally to her, and she excelled at them. And then when she gets to Republic City, it’s like she can’t do anything right. She can’t Airbend, she can’t contact her past lives, she can’t defeat Amon, she got her ass kicked by the Equalists, and then, and THEN, when she and her friends start fighting back, when she feels like she might have something of a handle on shit, Tarrlok pulls the fucking rug out from under her and takes her friends, arrests them, and she’s suddenly powerless and alone again.
She just wants so badly to be a good Avatar and prove herself and she just can’t. Everything keeps going wrong. And now she’s bound and locked in the back of some truck after being bloodbended into submission, the city on the brink of war and the people in power dragging it ever closer to the edge with each oppressive measure, her friends in jail and her allies clueless as to her whereabouts, and she can’t do a damn thing about it. She’s completely alone. She probably feels like she failed the city, is failing the world, and there’s nothing she can do about it.
(Source: cuddlypoops)
Via KORRA. MAKO. YES.
Tonraq’s to kill list:
1. Tarrlok, bitch touched my little girl, going to kill him slowly.
2. Amon, made my little girl scared. Going to heal his burns the use ice to create new ones.
3. Mako, he knows what he did.
Perfect, list is perfect.
Reasons to love Tonraq
About me
Where my train of thought derails and all who witnessed the incident point and laugh. I'm in school but I'm not one of those people that has drama. I've been blessed to be drama-less. So this is the world from the point of view of that nerdy weirdo in Harry Potter dress robes giggling over fanfiction in the corner.
