#resin tumbler

[geekrenaissance]

My tumbler experiment is going so well! I'm just finishing my first batch, & they're so cute! Damn near impossible to pick a fave!

These are going to be at a lower price, since I'm still learning... but they're damn near perfect! Grab these for a super steal!

All ready to go! Check em out & feel free to reblog! Sharing is caring, & I need that lovin!

[arengnera]

The Flesh Dress

All of the fabric for this was reclaimed from curtains, scraps, tights, discarded tule from a local highschool prom that I snatched up like a horrible little vulture. The boning in the bodice was done with huge zip-ties but I’m not convinced getting real sewable boning wouldn’t have been worth it. The channels on the reinforcement were a bit of a bitch. The swords I also forged myself, but this ain’t about them. A lot of (mostly fake) blood, sweat and tears went into this one and I’m super pleased with the results. Huge shout out to @spoonbendersanonymous​ who was kind enough to lend me the fake blood, their anatomical text book, and had me sit down to watch Bride of Reanimator for inspiration.

Process photos and bonus photoshoot pictures below the cut!

Original sketches! A lot of me trying to figure out how to make boning look like bones while maintaining a classic shape. I said edwardian on the sketch but it honestly might be Victorian I'm really not sure. This was a combined art project for one of my classes, the idea was using old fashioned mourning traditions and clothes in a modern and campy way, to complain about how much capitalism erodes our time to mourn. At least that’s what I told the professor, It’s really about making a weird and off putting dress first and foremost.

Tape pattern and paper pattern! This was my first time doing this so don't take thus as any sort of guide.

It worked though, as shown by the world’s worst corset fitting - the pink thing on my arm was where I was planning on putting the upper sleeve, I was trying to see if my poof was good since my sleeves were a lot thinner and a lot longer than what would have been optimal for the amount of poof I wanted, I had to do some work around with the fabric I had

Now I’m just bragging about getting eyelets to look clean and good for once in my life. If I was going to do anything different about this though, I would ad more eases in the back, because I need to contort horribly to get out of the bodice, I fit it too well

This bad boy was really the crux of the whole project. The entire thing was a pun so I could applique an anatomically accurate heart on a sheer sleeve.

This was was it’s intermediary stage, where I was suddenly very much out of time for the first deadline and had to put off adding all of the gore I wanted to, so the simple applique heart had to do. The skirt itself was way less poofy than I would have liked, and didn’t quite give the silhouette I wanted. I ended up going with the train because the under skirt isn’t actually connected in the back. Thus is the nature of working with weird panels of curtains you’ve already cut into for a few other projects. God bless the thrift store curtain section.

The guts were made by sewing together sheer tights, and filling them with polyfill. Here they are, before they were stippled with liquid flesh colored latex and soaked in fabric paint - and after where you can see all that extra TEXTURE

I was able to use it for another project though, and I was very happy with the beading work here, although I did end up losing my biggest strand at some point.

Here’s my makeup test! I played around with doing some blood red lips but decided the blueish corpse look was better. Fun fact! I drove home wearing a sweatshirt that says “I heart corpse desecration” on it through the snow storm, and pulled over to offer some guy a hand with his car, forgetting I still looked like this. He turned me down.

The face of someone who can definitely be trusted for road side assistance. - Also I was posing as the two of swords tarot illustration for the final gallery exhibit.

[jessiarts]

Just posting this cup I worked on with my mom awhile back. Thought it was neat.

(Backstory: my mom has a hobby making tumblers and she thought this one was ruined when the resin went drippy before curing. I convinced her it wasn't a lost cause and came up with this by leaning into it and making the drips more visible with paint and changing it to a pink->purple gradient (it was mostly pink before). Then I just added glow in the dark as a bonus because I know she likes it.)

[artracrafts]

A very easy way of removing resin from the tumbler creation you're not really happy about.

Full How-To video on my YouTube channel.

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[brycesstudio]

Here’s a recent one I did for a friend that does animal rescue!🥰🥰

[kingwwend]

🕯️🕯️A Spell for Summoning Loki 🕯️🕯️

Chapter Seven of A Mad God's Prey

King's End Presents: "Six Months Earlier"

You had set out the candles as instructed in a perfect circle. The pine resin incense perfumed the air. You had turned all the lights off in your bedroom, and now the place looked otherworldly and strange, moving with the flickering light of the six green candles. Each carefully etched with the runes of the Nordic God you intended to invoke. You placed a large mirror in front of you , and gazed at the solomn dim lit reflection.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel silly. Like a fraud, like some stupid little girl playing at being a Witch. What were you even trying to do? It’s not like this summoning spell would work- and it certainly wasn’t going to magically poof Tom Hiddleston dressed up as Loki into your one-bedroom apartment. You shook your head feeling embarrassment bloom painfully in your chest. 

To say that you had become obsessed with Loki since the Marvel movies started coming out was an understatement. Your sketchbooks were filled with drawings of him. Trying to capture that wicked wild grin, tracing the design of the Asgardian garb of the different costumes. It was weird really, how much you fantasized about him. Probably an unhealthy amount since you’d read every fanfic you could get ahold of before bed. Picturing his face as you closed your eyes to fall to sleep. Imagining it was his long, elegant fingers slipping into you as you played with yourself. Worse was that this little “crush” had been going on for years. YEARS. It didn’t help that when you did go out on dates all your checkboxes were based on stupid little quirks that Loki had. But of course, of course, no guy could live up to your fantasy of the God of Mischief. The Supervillain of the Marvel Fandom, that misunderstood melancholic Prince. 

So, you supposed it was really just a matter of time before you fully slipped into insanity and would try summoning the Nordic God. Who’s to say the Norse God isn’t the same as the re-branded, brother of Thor from the Marvel series? You shook your head, feeling absolutely idiotic. But when you saw the Loki summoning spell across your Tumbler feed of course you read every line. Your heart skipping with the thought of; But what if? 

Besides the worst-case scenario is that it wouldn’t work. You already felt like an idiot, and you already bought the candles and carved the runes. They were already lit for hell’s sake. You were completely alone in your apartment- no one would know. Just you and that silly time that you tried summoning an ancient Norse God who you had a crush on for fuckin’ YEARS. But maybe this would be what finally broke the spell. Maybe lighting the candles, chanting the spell, and nothing happening would finally be the last straw. You’d take down the posters, throw out your green clothes, pack away the Marvel movies, and go out with a real man and not be thinking about Loki the whole fucking time. 

You took a deep breath in, looking at the spell you wrote on the paper in front of you. You’d written Loki’s runic name in a circle around it and drew the stupid horned helmet in gold ink. You cleared your throat, having already called to the four directions, the sky, and earth, and now the last thing to do was speak the words. You breathed in again, settling your nerves. Trying to calm your stupid racing heart that kept drumming the thought; But what if? But what if? But what if? 

“I Call to Thee my King, I call to thee my ancient God of the North, to the Trickster, the Patron of Lies & Clever things, I call to thee Loki,” you announce to the empty room. You say his name again, and again, and again. Thirteen times to be exact. There is nothing but quiet after- just the hum of your refrigerator from the other room. Then, something made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You didn’t hear anything, but you looked around the dark room anyway. The candlelight threw the shadows long against the walls, making the room suddenly feel cramped. Cramped with things you could not quite see. But besides that- there was nothing. Besides that heavy feeling, which settled around you like fog. 

You licked your lips, the logical part of your mind still assuring you that you were just freaking yourself out. That nothing, absolutely nothing was gonna happen. Because in this world- Magic wasn’t real. This is real life, there’s no such thing as Heros and Villians and there’s certainly no such thing as Gods reincarnated as hot superheroes. The tension in the air, made thicker by the burning pine resin, distracted you. The smell suddenly overwhelmed you and had almost made you forget the last step. You held the paper where you drew the spell, kissed it, then put it over the flame. Fire danced up the page, slowly eating at the parchment. When it started licking your fingertips you dropped it onto the aluminum foil you laid out in front of you. The flimsy metal reflecting the lights of the candles. You watched as the fire ate the rest of the paper- and could have sworn with that last flame before it disappeared shone green. You held your breath, eyes down at the ashes in the illuminated foil. Nothing. 

You weren’t sure how long you waited, but your heart was sinking with disappointment as each minute passed. Till finally, you sighed looking away from the ashes and feeling like a stupid fool. And that’s when all six candles went out. A startled scream escaped your lips and suddenly your heart was hammering in your chest. The window was closed, there were absolutely no drafts. The only light was coming from the crack of your bedroom door, and that was just from the street lamp out front. It was almost complete darkness, and you tried not to scream when you distinctly heard footsteps on the wood floor. Right next to you. 

“Not many witches are powerful enough to summon me,” you recognized his voice immediately. Your heart pounded impossibly faster. “Certainly not witches from this reality. Magic dried up centuries ago here,” he noted, and the footsteps were circling you. Right along the edge of the candles. “Yet here I am,” 

“Loki?” you asked breathlessly, the dark still keeping the figure from sight. Only the horrifying silhouette of a very tall man which you were barely able to see stood behind you in the mirror. You gulped.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he mocked. Suddenly, a green light filled the room. Your candles had re-lit themselves, the flame emerald and dancing unnaturally tall. It was enough to illuminate the man standing suddenly in front of you. Even more handsome than you’d imagined. His raven hair was slicked back and shoulder length. The emerald light reflecting off it was the only thing that made it distinct from the shadow behind him. His nobel high cheekbones, the shape of those green eyes, his angular nose. That jaw, all of it- all of it even more terrifying and handsome than anything you’d seen of him. 

You must have looked dumbfounded since the man chuckled, then continued to walk around the circle you were in, his shadow cast unnaturally tall on the walls behind him, like a pacing panther.

“I suppose you’d be surprised since even I thought magic no longer worked in this realm,” he answered for you. You were still kneeling but scooted slightly to follow him, not wanting your back to the man. Even with all your silly longing for the God you knew he was dangerous. “So, human Witch- what did you bring me here for?” He asked, taking a seat on your bed and crossing his legs. You blinked, taken aback by his question. By him even being here. 

“What did I bring you here for?” You echo. Loki rolled his eyes, drumming his long fingers on his crossed knee. 

“I assumed that it would take a genius, at least a somewhat clever sorcerer, to perform this summoning spell. Is my assumption too generous?” Loki quipped, the annoyance not hidden in his tone. You squeezed your fists, feeling embarrassment flood your cheeks. 

“Sorry- I just- did not actually expect this to work,” you explain- feeling your heart clamor against your chest. 

“Clearly. So let’s get to the point- why did you summon me?” He reiterated. You looked at the lounging God, his legs long and a rather bored look on his face. 

“Well, I-” you shut your mouth, feeling the flush on your cheeks. You hadn’t thought this far ahead- you couldn’t tell him you’re in love with him. That would be weird- that would be so weird. Or that you had been obsessed with him for years. That, that really wouldn’t go over well. “Does this mean, you’ll do what I tell you too?” you asked dumbly. Loki raised an eyebrow, the stupidity of your question clear by how he was looking at you. 

“No. I’ll overlook your arrogance in assuming a mortal could have a God at their beckon call,” he stated dryly. “You can bargain. You can offer me treasures and trinkets, and I can consider assisting you in whatever trivial thing it is you desire,” he explained waving his elegant hand in the air. His green gaze slipped to meet your eyes as a devilish smile tugged at his lips; “I’m particularly fond of assisting with vengeance, or curses,” he added smugly. You nodded, one hand holding your chin in a contemplative state. 

“So I ask again, Mortal, what do you want of me?” You met the man’s eyes and felt your heart skip a beat. You supposed after everything, and the fact this worked, you’d die of regret if you didn’t at least try. You bit your lip, still kneeling on the ground, hands interwoven in your lap as you took a deep breath. 

“I want-” you felt heat flood your cheeks, and you had to force yourself to spit out the next words.; “I want to sleep with you.” You managed, your words barely above a whisper. Loki actually looked surprised, and the pause between filled you with new anxiety. Why would he- an actual, real-life God, want to sleep with me? 

“You want me to bed you?” now it was his turn to echo. You nodded, keeping your gaze down at your hands. Not having the nerve to actually look the man in the eyes after saying something so humiliating. 

“Stand,” Loki ordered, and you did so. The long black night dress you wore cascaded down your legs. The coldness of the silk brushing your skin, and the top of it low cut. It wasn’t actually that comfortable to sleep in by how tight it was around your chest, but the cut was so perfect that it pressed your boobs up, looking like they'd almost pour over the fabric. Of course, you chose to get a little dressed up for this silly magic ritual. 

“Give me a spin then,” Loki hummed. You finally looked up to meet his eyes, amusement gleaming in them. You blushed, but turned around slowly, feeling his eyes on you. Taking you in with a newfound interest. 

“So, you simply wish to offer yourself up to me then?” he mused aloud when you had come full circle. You nodded, biting your lip nervously. “To use however I might? For my own pleasure?” he pressed, his gaze playful and a smirk clear on that impossibly handsome face. 

“Yes,” you admit. Your hands fidgeting in front of you. Loki stood up, walking to the edge of the candles. His height towering above you. 

“This sounds almost too good to be true,” he noted, a hunger in his eyes as they roamed over you. “You wouldn’t be trying to trick the God of Lies, would you? You do make quite tempting bait, I must admit,” he mused. You held his gaze, stepping forward. 

“No, I just want you,” you say honestly. “Nothing else,” you breathe. Loki’s brow raised and reached a hand towards you. Then stopped at the barrier of the circle, as if an invisible wall rose up from the candles that encircled you. 

“Curious,” he hummed to himself, the smile still on his lips. He let his hand fall back down, and he stepped away. “Well, I’ll allow you to try and convince me.” Your heart pounded in your chest as he sat back down on the bed looking at you expectantly. 

“You’ll have to come out of that circle though my Darling, it would be a feat to touch me from there,” he purred. You licked your lips, feeling your whole body pulsing with excitement. The rational part of your mind reeling, telling you this must be some dream. Some amazingly vivid dream, and you planned to take full advantage of. You stepped out of the circle, and the candles flared up around you suddenly. It startled you but they went back down after a moment. Loki didn’t look surprised in the least, he just kept his eyes on you inquisitively. 

You knelt before him, his legs already spread, and the smile was growing as he saw your gaze fall to the place between them. You looked up at him, your heart racing. 

“May I?” you ask. Loki grinned, flashing his teeth. 

“You want to suck my cock litle Mortal?” he asked, and your cheeks burned with shame. 

“Yes,” you admit. He chuckled, leaning forward and running his hand through your hair, his palm resting on your cheek. Just his touch made warmth pool in your core. 

“If you truly want to do such a lewd things, then you should be able to ask me properly hmm?” Loki teased, his thumb brushing over your lip. You’re breath hitched, any modesty you might have pretended to have abandoned at the sight of him. 

“Please Loki,” you say, “my King,” you add politely resting your hands on the top of his inner thigh, “Will you please let me suck your cock?” you ask, keeping his gaze. A smugness set in his features, and you knew stroking his ego worked. His thumb dipped into your parted lips and you sucked on it, feeling it graze over your tongue, and were suddenly aware of how outrageously wet you'd already become beneath the dress. 

“I’ll allow it,” he agreed, popping his thumb out of your mouth. You smiled, reaching out to unlace his trousers. You were surprised and delighted to feel he was already hard beneath the clothes. You pulled out his throbbing cock, impressively large and hot to the touch. Your mouth watered as you looked at it. Unbelieving of the fantasy you found yourself in. Not wanting to waste even a moment you started to kiss it, up and down the shaft, letting your tongue slide up along it winning a stiffled moan from the God. You smiled slipping your mouth over it as you sucked the head, pumping the shaft and feeling him filling your mouth. Bobbing against the back of your throat. You couldn't believe that even with it so deep you weren’t even taking him in by half.

“What a surprise you are,” Loki growled, his hands guiding the back of your head. Gentle, undemanding. “The last thing I expected was to find such a wanton slut,” he thought aloud. Slut. The word almost stung. You wanted to protest at that, to say you would never normally do this- it was just because, well because it was him. But even then there was some truth to it, you loved sex. Sure you never kept a partner for long, since no one quite lived up to your expectations. But when you had sex, that was one of the best parts. The part that kept you going out on all those dates. To find someone that piqued your interest. Even if it was just for a night. You thought about all this as you continued to suck him off, at least feeling reassured that you had gotten so many compliments on your head in the past. Hoping that it would be worthy enough for a God. 

“By the Fates,” Loki breathed, and his fingers digging into your hair, holding you steady as his cock pushed deeper down your throat. “Quite the talent,” he noted. Even though you couldn’t breathe you felt a well of pride. Happy that you were pleasing him so. When his grip loosened you sputtered up for air, breathing rapidly. Loki’s green eyes settled on you, looking at those pink lips, wet from the good work you’d been doing. There was a hunger in his eyes as he leaned forward, kissing you. 

For some reason, the act took you aback. His lips were cold, but eager, pressing on yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned, feeling a flood of lust erupt at the kiss and race down your whole body. Your hands cupped his face, kissing him back. His mouth intoxicating. He was certainly the best kisser, by far, you’d had. 

“Such a thirsty thing aren’t you?” Loki observed as he finally pulled away. Your brows were knitted, chest rising and falling as your heart hammered relentlessly in your chest. “Want me to fuck you then?” You nodded. Your hand still gripping his cock, running your fingers back and forth over the head. 

“Yes,” you breathe, thinking back to earlier. “Please Loki, please will you be so kind as to fuck me?” you begged, playing with his hard dick. You felt it twitch in your hands and the emerald-eyed God devoured you with his gaze. The lust now full force in his own being. 

“How could I refuse such a pretty little thing like you?” He teased. You quickly got to your feet, wasting no time as you straddled him. Brushing your wet cunt up against his length. The sensation caused you to whimper slightly, wrapping your arms around him. Loki laughed, and you could feel the sound reverberating in his broad chest. 

“So very impatient Darling,” Loki noted, his face now so close to your own. You kissed him, letting his cock slide up and down the opening of your stupidly wet pussy. Loki’s brows knitted as the restraint was clear on his own handsome features. 

“Please Loki,” you whimper breathlessly in his ear. “Please Loki, won’t you fuck me?” you ask again for the final permission. Loki growled, his hands gripping your ass as he pushed himself inside you causing you to moan. The feeling of it absolutely divine. You arch your back, adjusting to his size as you slowly begin to bounce on his cock. 

“Vallhal,” Loki swore under his breath. His hips were alreacy rythmeicly timed with the grip of your ass. You had started out by fucking him, but by the way he was holding you, guiding you on his lap, he was certinley the one using you. You were already so close to climaxing, and when the God’s fluttering eyes found yours and he kissed you fireworks erupted in your cunt. The orgasm was insane, sending each nerve ending into overload as Loki still relentlessly bounced you up and down his thick cock. You were crying out- the moan strangled and full of shock. Lust dripping from every breath you tried despreatly to calm your body. Which was riding wave after wave of pleasure.

 When you finally quited down a bit, your pussy was still pulsing, almost painfully as he kept fucking you. You had lost yourself so completely you didn’t realize Loki was grinning at you ear to ear. 

“My, my,” he teased, then leaned in to growl in your ear; “Wherever was such a treasure like you doing hiding here?” You went to respond but he slammed your ass down on his cock, and you sputtered in response. Your whole body still recovering from the senseation overload, and this was becoming to much. 

“Please Loki,” you whimper in his ear, “please cum in me,” you beg wanting him to finish. As much as you were loving every seconed of it you felt like your heart might actually give out. Loki grinned, fucking you faster, earning whimper after whimper from you and he kept at it. Till finally you felt him spill into you. The senseation unlike any you’d ever felt. He had wrapped is arms tight around you when he climaxed too, almost crushing you as he breathed hard into your chest. His deep voice ragged. 

It was a long momment, of both of you relearning how to breath till he finally loosened his grip around your waist. You sat on him, with his softening dick still inside you as long as you could. Not wanting this to end. The God didn’t seem to want to move either, and instead a quite settled in around the two of you. Warm and hazy in the afterglow of sex. 

Loki reached his hand to your cheek, brushing a stray hair away as his eyes took in your face. Drinking in your features with a smile tugging at his lips. 

“You, my Darling, can summon me anytime you wish,” 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60973525/chapters/155764276

[tiffyfoundsomething]

So I ordered one of the Lord of the Rings Miniverse balls.

Affiliate link: https://amzn.to/46PpgQA

You might remember the whole Miniverse line was recalled recently, and these have a different resin that's supposed to comply with regulations the older resin did not comply with. So they already knew before the recall.

I've been warned this new resin does NOT cure.

It's supposed to come with a tip for the resin bottle and a micro funnel because the mold is itty bitty and nearly impossible to fill otherwise...

Finger for comparison... My nozzle was missing, so I didn't even try to work with the resin it came with and used my own. The tiny crucible resin bottle looks like a coffee pot or edgy tumbler.

The mold is EXTREMELY difficult to fill because it's so small and narrow and I struggled with my thicker UV resin.

I got "Elven Dagger" which is rather generic, but it did come with two hilts so I could try twice and this little box of tiny tools which are, IMO, the best part of the whole thing. The "file" has sandpaper glued to it so it actually works, and the vial is metallic powder.

I'm starting to think no one at MGA actually knows how UV resin works because the instructions say to coat the inside of the mold with the silver powder, fill it, plop the hilt on the top, and cure.

With the already too-opaque mold coated in powder and a cap over the only area that ISN'T coated in powder, there's no way for UV light to get to the resin.

So I didn't do that.

What I did do was mix up some glow-powder and mica into clear resin and cast that.

The piece is so thin and narrow that even after curing it was bendable. There were two large air bubbles; one right at the tip of the dagger and one near the hilt. I tried to patch them in but had some trouble...

The hilt popped right out of the resin while I was attempting to demold which was a pain, but it did cure.

Anyway, here's my messed up elven dagger, which is even more messed up because I ended up coating it with some UV builder gel to keep the tip on and THAT didn't feel like curing all the way, either, so I rubbed mica on one side to get rid of the persistent stickiness that was JUST on that side.

The hilt popped out again even though I tried reattaching it with more resin. That would be irritating if it didn't mean I can try again as many times as I want.

The end result is underwhelming and took an hour longer than the whole project needed to, but the little crate of tools is really fun.

[denial-permanente]

Plastic, resin, and stainless steel (obviously) don't rust or stain, but what about locks? They seem to be brass, bronze, or copper (at least, the neat little ones, not the rattly external padlocks), how does one keep them from degrading?

Also, looking at how crude the designs were even ten years ago makes me glad I live now. This interest cannot have been fun in the earlier days, some of those older designs look like they easily weigh 200 grams or more, all suspended from the last place anyone wants to suspend weight.

🔒 Tom here. Yes, there are an amazing number of cage styles and materials now. Back when I first got involved, we had to make our own cages from mastodon tusks and pterodactyl wings.

Locks, for the most part, are brass, and fairly resistant to the mild elements that most wearers would expose them to. While they might become a little bit discolored, it won't affect the operation.

I have to stress that the good, German made Burg Wachter ME/2 barrel locks are great. Unfortunately, most of the ME/2 Chinese knock offs are absolutely horrible, and will fail - sometimes before you've even had a chance to use them. You can tell the crappy ones because the tumblers and springs are held in with a cheap stamped strip of brass. The better ones use individually pressed brass pins to hold each spring & tumbler.

I still maintain that stainless steel cages are easier to clean than plastic, and while they are heavier, some new designs are lighter weight than older cages, and (in my opinion) are still the best choice for permanent wear.

[das-blut]

I MADE LAVA LAMP TUMBLERS. go buy one

[prideful-things-shop]

Eeveelution Snowglobe Tumbler

What better way to catch them all than with a cup that features not one, not two, but ALL eeveelutions, including Eevee itself?

“This Eeveelution Snowglobe Tumbler is a fun and interactive way to show off your pokemon pride and stay hydrated! Featuring a double-walled plastic cup filled with rainbow glitter suspended in a mixture of water and glue and sealed with UV Resin, this cup is a great addition to any pokemon trainer's adventures! This item will be stocked periodically, but the creator is a slowpoke, so if you truly want to catch it, it's best to do it sooner rather than later!”

[counterculturediy]

Epoxy Resin for Tumblers: Perfect Shine & Durability

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[belovedcorvid]

Even though painting ( read: loss of control ) gives me anxiety I really like taking painting courses because I'm a nerd about instructional documents and I really like seeing people take the same set of steps but interpret them so differently. Mine's the curly one on the far right btw:

I also made a turned resin tumbler and this tiny punch needle furby and he turned out as wonky as I wanted him to be:

[fancassticfiction]

I have some fun teacher stories for you from this week. Tonight's tales include Sleep Token chats, students keeping it so real, and an Aztec death whistle. (Warning: it's a bit long because I have a ton of stories.)

First, the Sleep Token stories.

Most recent one first! I have a cup. It's one of the resin tumblers that everyone who wants a side hustle has started making, but this one has the cover of Take Me Back to Eden on it. I think it's cool. One of my students saw it while I was taking a sippy-sip (because hydrate or die-drate). One of my students saw it, and he just laughs. I look at him and immediately clock why he is laughing.

Why did it make him laugh?

Well first off, I have a cup of the Seven Inches of Satanic Panic cover, so my having band cups is not new for them. It's just so typical of me, honestly.

Secondly, my students and I have been nerding it out about Sleep Token for weeks. Even though I regularly wear band merch (ST included), my students were surprised to find some Sleep Token songs already existed on our class playlist. One of my students requested a bunch of their songs for our classroom playlist. I have a Microsoft form where students can request new songs for our playlist whenever they want, and she smiled one day and said "Miss ______, you should really check the request form. I think you'll like what I chose."

I was wearing one of their shirts. I saw her requests. "Chickadee (I call my students that), two of those are already on the playlist." Her face lights up as she exclaims, "Wait, really?!?!?!"

"Yup, I'll add the rest of your requests though."

"Thank you! Are there any other songs of theirs on there?"

"I think I put 'Dark Signs' on there already." I ended up adding "The Summoning", "Alkaline", and "Take Me Back to Eden" for this student.

Returning back to the student who laughed about my cup, he asked me to pick a number between 1-10 one day during lunch. I immediately blurt out "4". No hesitation. I'm always here for some chaos.

"Oh of course this is what she would pick". He turns his phone to me to show me that I had picked the next artist he would listen to, and I saw Vessel on that screen. We then proceed the spend the whole 10 minutes of my lunch duty freaking out because he had heard about the doxxing and clearing of Instagram saga. The teacher I was on duty with just looks at us, confused.

Then Wednesday, my comics class was with me while I waited in the Ticketmaster queue for tickets. Tickets went on sale at 10. My planning period ended at 10:05...I had to wait in the queue a bit. We all sat in tense anticipation until the tickets were bought. They were supposed to be working on a project, but a whole group of my seniors were watching, crowded around my desk. We cheered when the tickets were obtained. This leads to my students later in the day being shocked that their English teacher is not boring.

Students Keeping It Real

I love the kids these days. They keep it so real with you. One of my students, who I've built a strong rapport with, was spending her lunch with me and my teacher bestie in her classroom. She and my teacher bestie were discussing how they used to not get long when she turns her attention to me:

"Miss _____, I'm really sorry. Before actually getting to know you, I though you were going to be a mean teacher. Like you were always in the hallways telling us to get to class and to stop kissing in the hallways. But, you know, you're actually one of the nicest teachers, and I, like, love you."

"Well thanks, hun." I was a bit confused, but this is not the first time her first impression of me had me stunned. Earlier in the week, about the time of the cup's debut, she heard me mentioning how I was hoping to get tickets for the tour. Her jaw drops.

"You go to concerts?!?!?!"

"Honey, you had a substitute for two days near the beginning of year, remember? I was at a Ghost concert."

"Are you for real?" I nod slowly to her in reply, eyebrow quirked as I try not to laugh at her shock. "Miss _____, imma be real with you. I didn't think you were cool like that."

Ouch.

For our, final story: the Aztec death whistle.

I have a student who goes to a vocational school for half the day where he gets to work on computers and such. That includes the chance to use a 3d printer. Now this child is an eccentric one. He's a bit of edgelord (affectionate), but he's charming as can be. He can annoy the heck our of you (he does it intentionally), but you just can't be mad at him.

Now, the lovely (and odd) little chickadee of mine decided to 3d print an Aztec death whistle.

And you should already be able to see where this is going.

He came into class, right after lunch. While I was talking to another student at my desk, he sneakily pulls out the whistle and blows into it.

Now before Friday, January 26th, 2024, I had never heard an Aztec death whistle in person. Now that has changed, and I can tell you...

those fuckers are loud.

All throughout the halls you can hear teachers, principals, and students freaking out while he begins silently laughing.

"Miss ______, it was an aztec death whistle." I'm stunned for only a second before my mouth (and my accent) beats my brain to the punch.

"Why the heck do you have an Aztec death whistle?!?!!?"

He merely shrugs. Another student I taught last year pops their head in panicking as they ask if I'm okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This chucklehead has an Aztec death whistle," I turn back to him saltier than a pretzel, "which he is putting on my desk until the end of class because I'm having a panic attack now." The student who was worried turns back to the teachers and the principal in the hallway to explain.

"Sorry, Miss _____." A pause. "It is pretty cool though, right? I 3d printed it in class."

"it is actually pretty cool."