thinking about how good steve is at taking care of you... he's so quick to figure out just what you need to feel better, and he loves babying you, pampering you, wrapping you up in his strong arms and caring for you and kissing you until you feel better. he loves the way you need him, looking to him to make descisions when you're just too tired, leaning into his touch when exhaustion sets in. after he drags you into a shower and washes and conditions your hair and rubs some nice smelling lotion into your skin, he pulls out your skin care products, knowing the exact ordrer of the steps and the right amounts to use, you don't even have to remind him. he carries you to bed, bundling you into his chest while soft music or a tv show plays in the background. laying on his soft hairy chest feels like being put on a wireless charger at 5% battery, the warmth from his skin slowly bringing you back to life. your stevie takes such good care of you, and no matter how you're doing, you always feel better when you're around him.
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I really wanted to paint today but I had a migraine so bad last night that I threw up 😣 barely slept and my neck still feels right on the border of Tension Migraine Town
Why am I not dating a sexy, caring masseuse to take care of me right now? Absolutely unfair.
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hello, hi, I just had the thought of adult Marinette and Adrien have kids, yeah? They're still heros.
Obviously in the safety of their home they can transform, by coincidence, their kids never sees them transform or detransform. They are either in another room or has their back turned to their parents.
But the kids do clearly see that the heros of Paris like to stop by their house, parent them, eat their snacks, and nap on the couch. Sometimes in that order...
Cue Adrientte's kids thinking they have four parents because ✨️lack of communication and kwamii magic✨️
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I was looking at those "let's take ibuprofen together" memes and i just. Thought of this.
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I feel like my whole life that I dreamed of has fallen apart in front of me and there is nothing I can do about it. All those around me still think I am the person I once was only but a year or so ago. They want to push me to achieve them but don't understand that I physically and mentally can't at this point, not without a substantial tangible amount of help.
There is so much I wanted to do in life but at this point everyday is trying to fight back chronic pain and depression. Everyday is a struggle, everyday is just surviving for me.
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Just remembered this character I made once and how the first drawing I ever did of him, he’s doing the “Let’s take ibuprofen together” hand extend
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