A dirty thunderstorm (also, Volcanic lightning) is a weather phenomenon that occurs when lightning is produced in a volcanic plume. A study in the journal Science indicated that electrical charges are generated when rock fragments, ash, and ice particles in a volcanic plume collide and produce static charges, just as ice particles collide in regular thunderstorms.
Mask!!! I miss u!!!! I’ve been away for a while btw switching jobs and trying to write ugh I haven’t had time to come back… But tell everyone I said hi and I miss them!!!!
Honey!Korra Gives Absolutely No Shits (3/4): Revenge of The Avatar
So what do you do when your enemy is a sexy beast? YOU JUMP OUT OF THAT FUCKING WINDOW AND CHASE THAT MOTHERFUCKER DOWN, THAT’S WHAT.
Here’s Korra doing what some of us wanted her to do! xD Hahahaaaa~
RUN MOTHERFUCKER, RUN!
Honey!Korra Gives Absolutely No Shits (2/4): Electric Boogaloo
The CRACK RETURNS! Here’s our dear ol’ Korra, once again thinking what we all did when we saw this scene~
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW THAT YOU KNOW YOUR ENEMY’S A SEXY BEAST?!
(Stay tuned~ Heheeheee~)
Honey!Korra Gives Absolutely No Shits (1/4)
I think we’re in some need of CRACK COMIC, BBY~ <3
Hahahaa, because let’s face it, someone needs to say what all of us were thinking back when we saw this! xDDD
(Hehehe, yeah, sorry I copped out and just drew out the actual stills for the first two panels. xDDD;;;)
“Sir, where are you going?” The Lieutenant stepped in front of Amon as he was leaving the Equalist headquarters with a duffle. “I noticed you’ve been going out a lot at night these past few months.”
“What I do on my personal time does not concern you.” Amon proceeded to move forward when the…
I could imagine Tenzin’s face. Heehee.
Title: The Trophy Wife
Rating: M, for reals this time kiddos, thar be smut ahead!
Fandom: The Legend of Korra
Characters/Pairings: Everyone; Amorra, Masami
Author’s Note: Okay, Panda and Tiger, you can stop harassing me in chat now. Here it is, glorious chapter 11 - which I dedicate to the lovely TheOneWhoBurnedTheSun, who, after reading about Amon’s massive bathroom in a teaser posted a few months ago, asked if there would be sexy shenanigans in said bathroom.
To which I replied, “Eh, why the hell not.”
So! Here’s the chapter summary:
Amon and Korra continue to bond though talking and, uh, not talking. Ahem.
In other news, I have finished plotting out the story, and at 40 chapters, the story is 1) War and Peace length (or so Masks says) and 2) actually going to end. Hopefully with everything plotted out I’ll get it written faster, and once the story is complete, I’ll move to updating twice a week. If you follow me you already know this, but if you’re just coming from the tag to read, allow me to give you the good news.
Now settle in, kiddos. This chapter is LONG. Like, 4430 words long. Most of it porn.
If someone had told Korra on the night of the gala Tarrlok threw for her that in three months’ time she would be in a bed, lying naked and pressed intimately against the leader of the Equalists, she would have laughed and then punched them in the face. Amon was pure evil, plain and simple, and she would never associate with him in such a way. Never.
Of course there she was, tucked under his shoulder, her front pressed against his side and one leg tangled with his. Noatak was lazily running his hand up and down her bare arm while the other was draped across his chest so he could play with her loose hair. She was idly tracing circles on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, wondering why the situation didn’t feel wrong. She’d just had sex with someone who was her most hated enemy less than a week ago, and she had enjoyed it.
“This is crazy,” she muttered, not realizing that she had spoken aloud until he chuckled. Craning her neck, she looked up at him, noting the way his eyes were twinkling. Spirits, he looked so normal.
I just thought I’d show everyone my OTP…Amorra. <3