finger-tab

I have this weird fear of cutting my fingers on soda can tabs so I always use my shirt to open them. Today I decided that I needed to get over it so I opened a can like a normal god damn adult who functions normally without fear of everything.

Fuckin sliced my finger open.

I have decided that this universe is actually out to get me

Operation: Fragile Stiles

Based on this prompt: Stiles puts bells on all the wolves and Derek still manages to not make a sound. 1370w



It all comes to a head when Erica decides to leap out at him from beside a vending machine and he flails so hard his fingers cramp on the tab of his newly purchased can of coke. He makes a leap of his own, backwards, and gets drenched in a fizzy spray as his head smacks against the vending machine’s glass and sends something clattering down inside. It’s his third Operation: Fragile Stiles mishap of the week and there are still six days to go.

He splutters as the sticky drizzle runs down his face, his anger initially dampened by the acknowledgement that at least it wasn’t aimed at his crotch this time, until he realises he shouldn’t have even reached the stage of making concessions in the first place.

Erica doesn’t seem to see the problem. She bends down to retrieve the Butterfinger that somersaulted over the coil inside the machine with help from the impact of his skull and throws him a victorious grin as she skips away.

He’s had it with this game he never agreed to play. He’s sick of being the only human who has to put up with this shit, the constant shaving of years from his life as he watches over his shoulder for the next wolfy surprise. Allison might know her way around a bow and arrow and Lydia might have her acid tongue for a deterrent, but Stiles has… weapons. He does.

It’s Isaac’s snigger and Jackson’s curling lip that do it.

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Impossible Things

I don’t know what this is, but here it is. No editing, so lmk about glaring errors. 💛

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Riley crept into her father’s classroom like a thief in the night. She glanced up at the clock. Three thirty. She didn’t have much time before her father got out of the graduation planning meeting.

Riley shut the door behind her with a quiet click. Balling her hands into fists, she walked over to her father’s desk and pulled open the file drawer. They had to be in here somewhere. Knowing her father, he’d saved them all.

Her fingers danced across the tabs until she found an unmarked folder full of crumpled, but flattened out sheets of paper. Riley closed her eyes, took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment, her hand freezing in mid-air, hovering above the file, before she snatched it out of the drawer and set it down on the desk.

She exhaled heavily, her fingers twitching. Did she really want to know?

Yeah. Yeah she did.

She opened the folder. The top piece of paper read “getting taller so I can reach my girlfriend without standing on something.” Riley couldn’t help but smile sympathetically. That had to be Yogi. She set it aside.

Next was her own impossible thing. Riley pressed her lips together and kept going.

The very next piece of paper had the word “Lucas” written in big loopy cursive that Riley would know anywhere. But that wasn’t new information, not really.

Riley kept going. Her heart was pounding and her hands were starting to get a little clammy. She’d never snooped like this before, not on her father.

“Athlete.”

Oh, Farkle. Why did he want to be an athlete anyway? Riley shook her head with a fond smile and kept flipping through the papers, even as her heart clenched. She hadn’t spoken to Farkle in weeks. Or was it longer? Her chest felt tight, like she was about to panic, but she tamped it down and turned over the next paper.

And there it was. In tiny chicken scratch so small she had to squint.

“Maya.”

She knew he was lying about the Farkle being an athlete thing. Maya was where Lucas fell off the earth.

A wave of emotions hit Riley all at once. Before she could even begin to sort them out, she heard the door knob turn.

With a start, Riley crammed all the rumpled papers back into the folder and moved to replace it in the drawer. But it was too late.

“Hey Riley,” her father said gently, “whatcha got there?”

“Nothing!”

The folder was still in her hand. He pressed his lips together and regarded her with soft eyes.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

Riley tucked her hair over her ear and looked up at him. She figured she ought to feel angry, but she didn’t feel angry. She figured she ought to feel sad, but she didn’t feel sad. She wasn’t sure WHAT she was feeling because whatever she felt, it wasn’t what she thought she’d feel. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t already known what she would find. She almost felt…relief? But why would she feel relieved?

“I…think so?” She bit her lip. “No. Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“And?”

“I don’t know.”

Riley put the file back in the drawer and pushed it shut with her foot as she straightened up. She looked at her father.

“Are you mad?”

“No, honey. Are you?”

Riley tilted her head back and forth, trying to figure what she was feeling and why.

“I don’t know. I like Lucas, don’t I?”

“Do you?”

“I…don’t know anymore.”

“Well, what do you want from him?”

Riley looked down, letting her hair cascade back down from behind her ears, hiding her face. What DID she want from Lucas? She didn’t really want to hold his hand. The feeling of how stiff and awkward it had been when they tried at the beginning of the year came rushing back. At the time, she’d chalked it up to peer pressure, to being pushed into something she…didn’t want? But how did that make sense? She liked Lucas, so even if they were under pressure, shouldn’t she have wanted to hold his hand? Shouldn’t she have enjoyed it at least a little, no matter the pressure? And they’d already kissed by then, so holding hands shouldn’t have felt so overwhelmingly…off. Right?

She looked up and tucked her hair behind her ears again.

“I don’t know. I just…I always want him around. I always want to be able to talk to him. Doesn’t that mean I like him?”

Her father nodded thoughtfully and stroked his chin for a second before he spoke.

“Riley, there are a lot of ways to love somebody. And we all love different people in different ways. I love your mother. I love Shawn. I love you. I love Auggie. I love Eric. And Josh, and Morgan. I have friends I love too, like your Uncle Jonathan. And I love Mr. Feeny. And your grandparents. And I love Maya. But I love you all in different ways.”

The wheels turned in Riley’s head.

“But Lucas is a boy and I’m a girl. Shouldn’t I love him like you love mom? Isn’t that how I should feel? Daddy, he was the first boy I ever liked…”

“Does that mean he has to be the ONLY boy you ever like?”

“Doesn’t it?”

He pressed his lips together and tilted his head back and forth.

“We-ell. Your mother wasn’t the only girl I ever dated, you know.”

“I know, there was that…ski lodge girl.” Riley spat the last part out with a little venom.

“Oh no. She was later. I mean before your mother.”

Riley’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?!”

“Oh yeah. Before your mom. Janitor Harley’s sister, actually. It was really only the one date, and she scared the hell out of me at first. But we wound up having fun. I even liked her a little, but—”

“Not like how you liked mom?”

He smiled. “No. Not like how I love your mom.”

“How do you know the difference?”

Her father pursed his lips blew a little raspberry.

“Well, how does Lucas make you feel?”

“You really wanna know this, Dad?”

He clenched his teeth together and shook his head.

“Do I want to talk about how a boy makes you feel? Noooooo. No I do not. But I don’t see any other option at the moment.”

Riley smiled a little at his discomfort.

“Well. When I’m with Lucas, I feel…protected. Cared about. Like he really wants what’s best for me.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’?”

“Hoo boy. I mean…does your heart skip a beat? Do you feel it when he comes into a room? Do you want him to—”

“Agh! Stop there, too far!”

“Well?”

Riley bit her lip.

“No. I mean I used to feel so nervous around him, but I haven’t felt like that in a long time. And I don’t think I feel him when he comes in the room, Maya always—oh.”

A tiny realization began to spark up in the back of her mind, about how she could turn her head and catch him looking at her, about how she always knew when it was him coming through the door, about how she wanted to…and suddenly the pain in her chest was too much. Her stomach flipped and flipped again. The spark became a blinding light while her heart healed and broke again at the same time.

“Riley?”

“What?”

“Where’d you go?”

“Uh, nowhere nothing thinking about nobody.”

“Lucas?”

“N-no. No, I don’t think I like him like that anymore. I don’t think I have for a long time, I just thought—”

He came around the desk and put an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. Riley’s hair fell again and her father brushed it back over her ear.

“Why don’t you go talk to Lucas, sweetie?”

“He doesn’t wanna talk to me. Nobody’s been talking to anybody unless you make us work together and then everybody just fights again.”

“And you’re all miserable. Maya’s been in detention all spring semester. Lucas almost clocked a kid the other day. Farkle’s barely said a word in class for months. The only one you all still talk to is Mr. Babineaux, and he can’t fix this. If he could, he would’ve already.”

Riley sighed as her father gave her a comforting squeeze.

“Go talk to Lucas. He won’t turn you away. You two can be the first ones at the table. Call a truce. Start writing a treaty. End the war. Bring everyone back together, honey. It’s what you do best.”

“But how do I—”

Her father wrapped her into a hug, kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair.

“Why don’t you start by giving his shoes back?”

Little Finger lyrics and uke tabs (chords don't line up exactly on mobile)

For the anon that requested this :) Check the tag ‘Little Finger song’ for the full version later

Intro: F Am Dm F Am Dm

(Verse 1)

F                          Am                    Dm

Am I supposed to look at her like that

F                              Am                       C7

Is she supposed to make me feel this way

F                           Am                 Dm

Am I supposed to love a girl like that

F                    Am                C7

Is it wrong that I want her to stay

(Chorus)

F                              Am

I’m growing old but doing fine

Dm                               Am

There’s curly cues on all my lines

C7                                            F

But I have always been an over thinker

                            C

Maybe she’s not perfect

Dm

But she’s sure as hell getting there

      Bbm                      F

And I fell in love with a girl

(Verse 2)

I ask myself about the way I feel for her

I wonder if she thinks about me too

I dream about the times I’ve said I love her

But I don’t think she really has a clue

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

F                               C

She can find me all alone

Dm                                 C7

Picking flowers throwing stones

F                            C                          Dm C7

And I am wrapped around her little finger

F                                 C

She can find me in the dark

Dm                                 C7

The finish line is just the start

F                               C                         Dm  C7

Cause I am wrapped around her little finger

(Chorus)

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Back to an actual physical object that I’ve made!

Ya know what this blog is supposed to be about… But yeah as you can see this isn’t actually an abstract horror or being from beyond the stars. This is an archery finger tab.

It’s made from two pieces of leather (that I forgot to show properly in the photos…) that are sewn together. It’s function is to protect the fingers pulling back the bowstring; the slit in between is where the arrow rests. I don’t currently know how well this works for a very important reason.

I don’t currently own a bow.

Soon however this shall be remedied! Of course a normal person would go out and buy a bow that has been made by professionals and undergone numerous safety tests before being released onto the market. A normal person would do that. I’m going to make mine out of a pair of 10€ skis. Yes. Skis. So you can all look forward to seeing that.