when you love a fictional character so much it causes you physical pain
Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
"Korra, I’m so glad to hear that you’re agreeing with me on this," Tarrlok said, a sauve smile plastered onto his lips.
"I only want to take down Amon," Korra retorted. "And you’re only a means to an end, don’t forget that, Councilman."
"Of course." Tarrlok muttered, pushing open the door to a secret compartment in the City Hall.
"I’m glad we drew up this truce," Korra went on, seemingly not noticing Tarrlok’s irritation. "If we work together, we stand a better chance of disabling Amon."
"I’ll have you know that I was the first to propose us working together in the first place," Tarrlok grunted. "Or have you forgotten, Avatar?"
Korra’s eyes flashed dangerously.
"We don’t have any more time for idle chatter,” she said, all business. She sat down at the table, beckoning Tarrlok to follow suit. “Your task force has done a good job tracking down Amon - does he have any weaknesses we can exploit?”
"I don’t know, Avatar. I think the best way to remove him from power would be to lure him into a false sense of security within the city…"
"And then we can track his movements, slip into one of his gatherings, and spring a trap!" Korra added, her eyes glowing with excitement.
Tarrlok found himself smiling at her.
"I like the way you think, Avatar Korra."
so Varrick, who tried to start a war,used Asami and Bolin and did terrible things gets free and doesn’t hold responsibility for his actions but Tarrlok, who also did bad things but wasn’t as bad as Varrick’s, had to die because according to Bryke he was a jerk
a text message from my mother about this week’s legend of korra episode (via silkchemise)
hey if it means bringing tarrlok back i can live with that
Because Tarrlok can on Halloween.
This reminds me I wanted to write a fic like this haha. An AU.
This is really gorgeous.
"Are you all right, Korra?" Tenzin’s voice said.
Korra shook her head, trying to ignore the tears pooling in her eyes. Regret flooded her entire body. She sighed, and the motion felt as if she’d had the wind knocked out of her.
"I killed him," she said, her voice sounding tiny. She pulled her legs up to her chest, burying her face into them. "I killed him and it’s all my fault." Her voice was muffled.
"Korra, don’t blame yourself for this…" Tenzin tried to comfort, but Korra only turned away from him. With a sigh, Tenzin got to his feet. The Avatar heard his footsteps receding into the distance. She raised her head from her knees, staring at the bloodred sky of evening.
With a shudder, she remembered seeing the bodies swept ashore by the waves. They’d been barely recognisable. The first man that she’d come across - his coat was blue, she’d noted dimly - seemingly had no face, because he’d borne the brunt of the explosion.
Korra knew who they were. They were Tarrlok, the (former) councilman of Republic City, and his brother Amon (Noatak), the man she’d exposed as the leader of the Equalist revolution.
This is my fault.
The thought rang through her head like a bell as she fell to the ground next to the man in the blue coat, reaching out to place her hands on his charred shoulders.
Tears blurred her vision. Her mind cast up to her Tarrlok bloodbending her, Tarrlok imprisoning her in a box, as if she was some little plaything of his, to take out and fondle per his choosing, realising the warped esteem and self-loathing inherent in his nature, knowing that he was hurting… and she? She’d never cared.
His actions, at times, had reminded her of those of a lover, but she’d shrugged them off as her mind playing tricks on her. Mako is better for me, anyway, she kept telling herself, even though we fight a lot.
And now, here she was, faced with the knowledge that Tarrlok had condemned himself. He’d had no hope. He’d had nothing.
Korra covered her eyes, weeping.
I killed him.
The sentence rolled through her like a juggernaut of pain… but it was a pain worse than the stings of physical injury, because this pain brimmed with remorse. It hurt like fire on her bones, but Korra accepted it. She should pay some amount of the price for the crime of falling to save a man who had only needed love.
I meant to say something about this when this episode came out, but I absolutely have to now. I wish I had a gif because seeing the animation makes it so much clearer.
Did anyone notice when this episode came out how… ASHAMED Tarrlok looked?
How horrified he was of what he’d done?
Before when I noticed it, I just thought, wow, maybe there is an ounce of human in Tarrlok after all.
But after the finale it all makes so much sense.
He told his father, “I never want to bloodbend again.” because after Noatak bloodbent him, he knew how horrible it felt, and he didn’t want to make his brother or anyone else feel that way again.
But here, because of the mess he’d gotten himself into in his personal vendetta against Amon, he HAD to bloodbend again to save himself, and he had to do it to a bug group of people.
I doubt he’d done that before.
And I think we can tell that all his life, from the time when he was a kid until now, he’s never wanted to use bloodbending, even for his own devices. When he first bloodbent Korra, I know it was rather horrifying, but honestly, I WILL defend him there — she was going to kill him. Plain and simple. If he hadn’t have stopped her, he would be dead.
From there, it spiraled out of control. I don’t think Tarrlok ever had ANY intention of bloodbending again even up to this point. In fact, considering his father stopped training him and then passed away, I don’t think he ever had the will or opportunity to bloodbend another human, at all, since his brother ran away. But the circumstances in this episode — admittedly, the ones he’d caused for himself by being a douchebag — forced him to. And here you can plainly see, it takes its toll on him. It becomes easier on him as he goes, as situations arise where he has to keep doing it, but it remains difficult.
Here we were thinking he was this totally evil dude who bloodbends people to enforce his will all the time, because he’s, y’know, Actual Douchebag Councilman Tarrlok. But in reality, he’s just a scarred little boy desperate to stop his world from tearing at the seams, and the only way to do that is to use the one ability that has completely ruined his life.
Fuck. TOO MANY TARRLOK FEELS.
Can we rename him “Actual Hero Councilman Tarrlok” or
My mother hasn’t seen any of Season 2 of Legend of Korra. She’s wanted to watch it but it was on at the same time as another show of hers and had me record it instead. Well in the middle of recapping last night she blurts out: “So, what exactly happened to Amon?”
After explaining about the boat explosion, which she saw, she launched into a whole scientific explanation on how gasoline is a flash heat and wouldn’t actually kill anyone less they were right next to the tank. And biased on time vs distance that there would likely only be a quarter of a tank left of gasoline since Tarrlock and Amon were traveling at such a high rate of speed. “So where dose that leave us?” She said, leaning forward in her chair. “Are we supposed to believe he drown? You can’t drown a water bender!”
…This is why I love watching shows with her.
and so noatak made a huge bubble to cover himself and tarrlok as the boat exploded, saving them both from being killed, and that’s my headcanon and they lived happily ever after in my land of denial
that one character you want to wrap in blankets and protect from the world