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i watched one (1) video on how to draw hands that changed my life forever. like. i can suddenly draw hands again

these were all drawn without reference btw. i can just. Understand Hands now (for the most part, im sure theres definitely inaccuracies). im a little baffled

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The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

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Really cool day at the rainforest cafe

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My sister is doing pet play with women on roblox and I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s probably a kink for the others involved

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You know I didn't expect him to post this photo but I mean he's not wrong

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mc about caleb:

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i’m gay but i’m always gonna choose the well developed straight ship over the 2 bland and incompatible white dudes that have 500,000 fanfics written about them. you guys just hate women.

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Just sit there and look pretty

Caleb x gn!reader

summary: You give Caleb a heart attack with the way you use a kitchen knife.

warnings: one (1) gendered pet name (pretty girl) , fluff

word count: 502

“Hey pip, what you doing in the ki-” Caleb’s sentence was cut short when his eyes landed on the way you were holding a way to big of a knife for cutting slices of cheese. He thinks he’s having a heart attack. In his next breath he’s beside you, his hand covering yours holding the knife and pushing it to lay flat on the counter.

“Wh- hey! Caleb! I’m using that.” You wiggle your hand free and Caleb slides the knife across the counter, well out of your reach.

“Baby please. You’re going to hurt yourself holding it like that.” He gently takes your hand, turning it this way and that to see if you had cut yourself without knowing. “I told you to call me when you want something, yeah?”

“Caleb.” you yank your hand back. “I can make myself food. I’m not incompetent.” You lean past him to grab the knife back, but the shimmer of his iridescent evol moves the knife to the other side of the kitchen. You frown up at him. 

“Let me make you a sandwich.”

“Caleb.” you say sternly. 

“Please?” His voice almost cracks. Puppy dog eyes pleading with you. You curse your weak resolve, folding your arms across your chest, eyes flicking away from his face and to the floor. 

“Yeah, whatever.” Caleb beams. He scoops you up by your thighs and plops you on the counter. A squeak of protest escapes you before being resigned to your fate. 

Caleb is quick to grab everything he needs, moving around the kitchen with practised ease. “Just sit there and look pretty for me? Okay? Okay.” He winks in your direction before continuing your butcher work on the cheese block. You sigh and lean backwards on your palms, kicking your legs as they dangle over the edge. Caleb loves doing things for you. Making you food, running to the shops when you’re craving something, he even used to do your homework just so you could spend more time with him. It’s gotten to the point where he could predict when you needed something before you even voiced it. 

You looked back to the sandwich being built. It was your favourite. Obviously. Everything you like being made by the person you like. You flush. This was stupid. 

“So am I not allowed in the kitchen at all then?” you mumble, making sure to kick your legs against the side of the counter. Thunk thunk. His large hand sliding onto your knee and gives it a squeeze, stopping it from swinging. 

“If it was up to me I would just keep you in your room, pretty girl.” He looks away from your finished sandwich and smirks at you. There was something darker in his eyes, but it vanished just as fast as it came. “I’ll let you help me cook dinner. But, leave the knife work to me.”

You perk up, sitting straighter. “Can I work the stove?” 

“How about you wash the vegetables.” Your smile drops.

“Boo.”

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Water droplets

Caleb x gn!reader

summary: Caleb bothers you while you try and take a bath.

warnings: none , fluff

word count: 590

A sharp tap tap from the door fills the room, followed by Caleb's muffled voice. “Decent?”

“No.” You sink further in your bath, the bubbles reaching your chin and no doubt in your hair now. The door swings open anyway as Caleb’s large frame walks into the room. You glare at his back as he walks to the sink, getting ready to brush his teeth. He glances at you through the mirror before focusing back on his toothbrush.

“I don’t know how you haven't shriveled up in there yet. Turn into a pip-squeak soup.” He put the toothpaste loaded brush into his mouth. “Can -ave you fer d’nner.” He turns around leaning against the counter, the arm not currently in motion grips the edge of the counter. 

You click your tongue at him going back to relaxing in your rapidly cooling bath. “First you complain, I stink. Now you’re complaining i bath too much.” You gather bubbles in your hands, blowing on them toward Caleb. They float to the floor near his feet. “Make up your mind.”

Caleb just watches you. Watches the way you sink into the water. The way your bare shoulders peak out of the water, the bubbles and murky water shielding your form. There’s droplets of water running from your temple down, down your face. Down, down your neck before pooling in your collar bone. He has to look away, and turns to spit in the sink. Quickly rinsing his toothbrush and wiping his mouth off he makes his way to the edge of the bath. You’re looking at him, still annoyed at his invasion. 

“Want me to wash your hair?” He sits on his haunches, almost eye level with you now. Your lips purse in thought. It’s not the first time he’s washed your hair in the bath. You usually enjoy it, but tonight the thought of having wet hair before bed makes you cringe. He laughs. “No?” He lifts his hand, unable to stop himself from following the water on your jaw.

“Too much effort.”

“But I'm doing it.”

“Then it’s wet.”

“I’ll dry it.”

Your frown worsens, eyes holding his gaze. He smiles all soft like and you really can’t say no when he looks at you like that. So you sigh heavily and slide all the way into the bath, head sinking under the water. When you come back up Caleb’s quick to wipe the water from your eyes, both his hands cupping your cheeks. He squishes slightly.

“There’s better ways to do that.” but you just smirk, spitting the water you collected in your mouth right into that perfect face of his. To his credit he barely flinches and just blinks the water away. “Brat.” he smirks, his eyes narrowing before grabbing the shampoo bottle from behind you. 

By the time he finishes with your hair the bubbles have almost fully disappeared. Caleb stands. The ache from kneeling down burns his muscles. He grabs your fluffy towel and holds it open. It’s high enough to cover his view of you standing up and getting out. You walk into the towel and he wraps it tightly around you pulling you into his chest. Giggles spill from your squished face as you wiggle yourself against him. 

“Get yourself dressed and meet me in your room with the dyer, okay?” He speaks into the top of your wet hair. He feels you nodding against him, but neither of you move. Just enjoying the warmth and the faint smell of mint still in the air.

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my little brother’s unbelievably awkward cat for your viewing pleasure. I told him she always looks like she’s in a really uncomfortable social setting she doesn’t know how to get out of. He told me “that’s because she is in one whenever she’s around you”

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First Kar doodle of the year🌼

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I just needed to get his face out of my mind OTL

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If you've been through T-based puberty for the first time as an adult (e.g. you're transmasc and went through estrogen-based puberty first) and you remember what your body hair situation was before that, feel free to vote accordingly.

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