PlainAF.

summers in the fire nation must be actual HELL for katara. imagine growing up in the southern water tribe, all frost and snow and icicles, and then spending half of your years in the fire nation - where it’s sticky and hot and humid and she can’t breathe at all at night despite the light silk sheets and THEN, on top of all of that, she had to have an irksome, beefy, jacked up 6’2 firebending husband who keeps trying to CUDDLE her. who is trying to suffocate her through CUDDLES. who is attempting murder through being a BIG SPOON. katara cannot breathe. katara is constantly asphyxiating from zuko’s naturally heated up muscles. katara is being cuddled to imminent DEATH. save katara.

one of my favorite bits in lord of the rings is something the movies didn't really try to do because it's entirely internal, but sam's carrying the ring and it starts trying to do its work on him, so he's having these intrusive visions of himself marching at the head of a vast and terrible army, and he just starts laughing because, me? samwise gamgee? sam gamgee the general sam gamgee the dark lord are you for real? man i just want to go home and do some gardening. and the ring gets frustrated and it starts trying to figure out other stuff that would actually tempt sam and it's finally like, okay, but hear me out: imagine if you could have...A REALLY REALLY BIG GARDEN

and then he's like, i don't know that sounds like a lot more work than a regular garden actually. why don't we just get on with finding mister frodo