I crack my knuckles while making sales,
I hide my ugly fingernails.
people always told me
nails were a strong indicator of health.
In response, I’d look down,
I’d analyze the bent, the broken,
I’d criticize ridges, softly spoken,
and I would take offense.
How could I deserve this recompense?
I held my pencil to hide my thumb,
convinced that I was healthy,
I decided to act numb.
Now I’m looking for an answer
something physical, you see.
An explanation for my pain
an excuse to set me free.
I don’t need to form these fists
to hide my nails within my grip
Perhaps this answer’s been here
all this time, at my fingertip.
When I was about 15 (I’m 18 now), I took a trip with my Dad from Texas (where I’m from) to Michigan to visit my aunt, uncle and 2 cousins. The night after we got there, my uncle took my dad to a baseball game. So I was at my families house with just me, my aunt and 2 little cousins. At about 9 o'clock that night , I went out into the garage to grab the rest of my bags from my aunts van…
I grabbed my stuff and right before I were to step on the first step leading into the house from the garage I heard knocking on the garage window. I turned and noticed that it was my dad wearing sunglasses….at night…
“Dad?” I said. “What’re you doin? Where’s Uncle Toni?”
~This next part will forever be burned into my memory.~
He didn’t say anything, all he did was put a large smile on his face and then started to point at something behind me.
I turned and looked behind me to notice that he was pointing at the garage door button.
“Oh. You want me to open the garage door?”
My dad nodded, still pointing.
Right before I pressed the button, my finger lingering inches away from the glowing yellow button,
I got this weird feeling in my stomach..a mix of butterflies and fear. Something was telling me not to open that door. “Don’t press that button, Andi. Dont” . That’s what I heard going through my head..
So I went with my gut feeling and didn’t open the door.
I turned and looked at my still smiling dad
“No, dad. I won’t open the garage door”
As soon as I said that, he slammed his fist against the window, and the facial expression of my dad changed. I can’t even explain how mad he looked. (Even behind the sunglasses, I could feel the anger and hatred.)
My dad stopped smiling and dropped his hand.
Him still staring at me, he picked his hand back up and I remember seeing really long nails, and his hand had a gray tone to it.
Staring at him, frozen in place as I watched him drag his long nails across the window making a loud, nails on a chalk board sound.
I ran straight into the house and into the living room where my aunt and 2 cousins were sitting, watching Finding Nemo.
I sat on the couch, staring down at my feet. And I remember my aunt looking at me with a bit of panic asking me if I were okay, and why I looked so white. And I just remember asking her to pray with me, and so she prayed with me and stayed up with me until my dad got home.
That night when they got back, I calmed down enough to explain to all of them what had happened, and the next day we went outside to look at the garage door and you could still see 3 scratch marks going down the window..
I actually even recently called them to wish my aunt a happy birthday about a week ago, and I happened to ask about the scratch marks and my aunt said that they were still there..
When I got back to Texas, I decided to do a little research, and I read that some Demons aren’t strong enough to completely change some parts of their bodies.. mostly it being their voices and eyes. (Somethin like that) Hence why my ‘Dad’ never spoke and why he wore sunglasses.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James:10/10 Even though there are two other people in this room, cash cab is playing in front of me, I’m listening to music to drown out the cash cab, I still found this scary as hell, I’m really happy. That doppelganger business is ridiculous. Thanks for sharing the scares!
Generally the hand designs of Steven Universe characters do not include fingernails.
Young humans don’t have them.
Old humans don’t have them.
Gems don’t have them.
Except when they do.
So wait a second! Why does Sugilite have nails? Is it a Fusion thing?
A Garnet-specific Fusion thing, then?
Uhm, is it … a scary Fusion thing, then?
So why does Sugilite have fingernails? Is it just part of her design?
Well … apparently, only SOMETIMES.
Hm, but at this point Sugilite wasn’t attacking anyone. She wasn’t being particularly scary. Do they sometimes use fingernails to increase perceptions of brutality in this cartoon?
Turns out yeah, they do.
Jasper normally doesn’t have fingernails.
But she does in “Crack the Whip” when she’s shown about to shatter Amethyst.
And Amethyst doesn’t normally have nails, but when she was changing her form a lot in “Reformed,” she had nails on the big bulky arm and NOT on the normal one.
And even THEN it’s still only SOMETIMES.
Do they use this as a shortcut to imply violent intent? Seems like if that were the case, they would have given Bismuth some when she was about to try to kill Steven. But they didn’t.
But never fear. This Steven Universe nerd has found a pattern.
All of the above episodes that picture nails on characters sometimes (”Coach Steven,” “Reformed,” “Crack the Whip”) were storyboarded by the same team. Raven Molisee and Paul Villeco.
Interesting, though, that they don’t do it very often. Very scary and/or intentionally brutal-looking designs often do not have fingernails even when these two are on board, such as the Fusion Experiments in “Keeping It Together” and “Nightmare Hospital,” and Amethyst’s Purple Puma form in “Tiger Millionaire.” It seems to be primarily a glitch that one of them defaults to sometimes.
Still, Sugilite’s fancy nails are so cool when she’s got them, and they’re such an intricate design that it’s hard to imagine they aren’t supposed to be there.
I’ll just headcanon that this is Amethyst having fun with shapeshifting when she feels like it. Yup. That’s it.
Doesn’t cover why Jasper has nails one second and they’re gone in the next, though.
And now that I’ve literally analyzed characters’ fingernails on this blog, it’s time to stop writing for tonight.