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mako appreciation week day 2: sacrifice

“mais c’est cela l’amour, tout donner, tout sacrifier sans espoir de retour.” - albert camus

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I LOVE IT THANK YOU

Ill Gifting

Merrrrrrrrry (belated) Christmaaaaaaaaaaaaas (and a Happy New Year), @wenmako! I guess I’m kinda like your secret reindeer, hehe! ^-^ Sorry for the lateness, but I wanted to give you the best. I hope this fills your Christmas-y Makorra needs. Full of fluff ‘n stuff. :3

Welp, I hope you like what I have whipped up here. And….

Enjoy!~

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mako appreciation week day 5: companionship

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mako appreciation week day 1: passion

you are the anchor | a mix for mako and his future partner

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you’re the top - ella fitzgerald // my favorite book - stars // closer - tegan and sara // collect call - metric // warm foothills - alt-j // credible threats - the one am radio // stay young, go dancing - death cab for cutie // from the ground up - sleeping at last // anna sun - walk the moon // origin of love - mika

art by thesearchingastronaut

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The love of every single one of my lives. - “Here, when I say I never want to be without you, somewhere else I am saying I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you, in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected. When I don’t touch you, it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever.” - Bob Hicok

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me listening to any mako playlist

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fem!mako is… a joy, a delight, she is my salty, angry darling. she is tired of life closing its jaws around her throat, she is bristling with silent resentment at every task she keeps secret from bolin. her chest is full of lighting, the storm gathers in her eyes. in the winter she hides in the public library until after closing and stays warm and dry among the books, reading them long after bolin falls asleep, his head in her lap. she is working at the power plant, towering over the benders, her muscles aching with effort, her thighs burning as she leans forward with swift precision, fingers pointing into the heart of the machine, the city lives off the forgotten; she is cutting her hair short with rusty scissors, it looks cleaner that way. she leaves bolin safe and sound with a bowl of noodles at narook’s to cry in the alleyway after zolt tells her she has to run double the numbers from now on, or they’re both out; he knows she’s smart enough, he knows she’s strong enough, he knows she’s cunning enough; every compliment is a trap, a small manipulation, tugging her towards the edge, it is all she can do to turn and face it with her head up. fine. this is what it will be - 

and then mako is on the probending platform, her uniform chafing around her torso (it was made for a man but she wears it anyway, because it was the only one left lying around) and the rules say no crossing the line, no physical hits, no shots to the face, and with adrenaline racing like fire and oil in her veins she breaks every rule. toza pulls her aside and tells her she’s not allowed, that’s not how to play; and she almost spits in his face because she remembers zolt leaning in close and pointing out the scar that splays across a man’s face like a white hand; that was the cost of losing, that was the price of playing fair. nothing has ever been fair to her. 

she lies awake at night in the attic above the probending arena, watching the lights glitter and shimmer across the skyline, listening to bolin breathe deeply in his sleep. there is no dirt under her nails: her hands are clean, she has been careful not to scar them. she can’t probend unless she follows the rules. which rules? Who made them this time? she is talented, toza says. she is a natural. what do these compliments feel like? they feel like - she shakes them off. no compliments.

in the morning she stands on the platform again for scrimmage, tugging on the uniform, and this time she doesn’t cross the line, she doesn’t crack her opponent’s helmet with an elbow to the face, she doesn’t blister his nose with fire. she wins. after, she does not shake his hand. Its not against the rules. No one’s rules but her own, and her only rule is survive.

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after everything still I stayed - for fem!mako, the girl who was born with nothing and struggled to survive and protect her little brother; the girl who fell in love with the avatar, and tried and failed to stay in love with her; the girl who was willing to give her life for the city that swallowed her childhood whole and still fights to keep her city safe from the things that broke her so no one would have to build themselves back up the way she had to.

I. there’s a pattern in the system, there’s a bullet in the gun  III. I’m saving up all of my strength for when I finally fail at keeping you safe  IV. I must become a lion-hearted girl, ready for a fight  V. my heart is gold and my hands are cold  VI. ‘cause I still believe in a world of calling, and I still hear the beat in my heart calling back  VII. your cheek is softly by the sun, makes my heart beat like a drum  VIII. you won’t see me fall apart  IX. I think we’ve traveled enough, no resolution to it, constant confusion  X. all work and no play never made me lose it  XI. take the weakest thing in you and then beat the bastards with it  XII. I was used to feeling like I was never gonna see myself at the finish line  XIII. we could find a reason to leave, but you will always have part of me  XIV.  there’s no walls and no ceilings as far as I know, just the echoes of scars and the unbeaten road

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i have lived forever in a smile

I. with buried heads we both forget all of the past and its regret  II. don’t need to be afraid - no need to be afraid  III. I will lift my hands, I’m prepared for death V. fortune hangs around us like a funerary wreath  VI. he belonged to everyone, and this loss isn’t good enough for sorrow or inspiration  VII. but brother you were so right, sure as the setting sun; I never imagined you dead  VIII. I leave nothing on Earth that won’t rot  IX. and I realized I’ve already been here once and now again; I am the wind, I am the trees, I’m the saving sand  X. the lights from the warm houses haunt them; they forgot what they lost but they know it was good

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LISTEN.  my love is my whole being - "Why apologize for loving until you burst? My capacity to feel needs no pardon.“ - Victoria Morgan

I. north - sleeping at last II. low - coldplay III. give a little love - noah and the whale IV.  when the day met the night - panic! at the disco  V. this city - patrick stump VI. love like this - kodaline VII. hammer - dry the river VIII. pluto - sleeping at last IX. i lived - one republic X. stable song - death cab for cutie XI. alleyways - the neighborhood

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ripped at every edge - an all-female artist mix for korra, the 17 year old girl who kicked a bloodbending terrorist out of a window.

I. I was the one with the world at my feet; got us a battle, leave it up to me  II. we’ll do this our own way  III. here comes a hurricane, trouble is her middle name  IV. I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my bed  V. I wonder if our future was written in our past  VI. what rushes into my heart and my skull, I can’t control  VII. the rabbit will jump on me and take my heart out  VIII. now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood  IX. I should eat you up and spit you right out  X. give me room so I can go  XI. you’re as bright as the sun and as calm as the moon / running to where he is, never going to give in  XII. it’s all painted in her grief, all of her history etched out at her feet  XIII. when we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change 

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