tv is rotting my brain

There's Something Wrong With Dad

Fifteen years ago, something terrible happened to my family. Its taken a lot of therapy and drugs to help me cope with it. I still think about those days a lot. I can’t seem to get some of the images out of my mind. They scare me, they keep me up at night. I want to forget, but I can’t seem to.

My therapist told me I should write it all out. She said that it would help purge some of these memories. I’m not sure if I believe her, but I’m going to try. I have to. I need peace of mind. I can’t keep living like this.

A couple things you need to know before I begin: 1) My family didn’t believe in technology. We didn’t have a tv, a computer, a phone, anything. My dad believed those things would rot your brain out and he was always happy to tell people just that. 2) My family didn’t like to be bothered. Our house was out in the hills down a dirt road. We didn’t have neighbors. We didn’t have company. It was just us. My mom, my dad, and my brother Jay. My mom home schooled us and my dad would take his truck into town to work at the bank.

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I just wrote the syllabus and half the materials and assignments for my summer math course.  And did the round up post for Ace Mis Week that I should have done three or four days ago.  :P

My brain is fried.

I wanted to do fandom things tonight, like writing (or at the very least refill my queue :P), but instead I think I will go rot my brain on tv for a while.  *nodnodnod*

I’ll try to take care of the queue tomorrow.

Hope you’ve all been well!

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Lifetime To Air "The Unauthorized Saved By The Bell Story"

What really went on behind the scenes at Bayside High? Lifetime will tell all in a 2014 television movie.

Can’t say that I’ve watched much Lifetime television until the Tori Spelling docu-series “True Tori” aired. And now the “Unauthorized Saved By The Bell Story”– I think it’s safe to assume that I’ll be recording this as well.

Poor Blake.

#childofthe90s 

So I was fangirling over certain shows today, you know, the usual, when one of my friends grandparents started going off on me telling me that “TV shows are rotting our brains” and that “my generation is going to be a bunch of brain dead hooligans because stories don’t teach us anything” (seriously, real quotes here). Its stupid to say that they are just stories, because they are so much more than that. They can teach us so many valuable lessons.

For example, Doctor Who:

Then we have some Supernatural:

And a little bit of Sherlock:

Some John Green dashed in there:

 

A sprinkle of Star Wars:

And now some LotR/Hobbit:

And lastly, some Harry Potter:

Don’t let anyone tell you that stories aren’t important. They are the most important things in the world. They are what shapes the future generations, the future CEOs and Presidents and World leaders, even. They teach us important lessons about life that cannot be taught at school or anywhere else. They are a whole new world to escape into when reality is too much to bear. They are our best friends, our family, and we love each and every one of them. They aren’t just characters, they aren’t just words on a page. They aren’t just stories to us.

Effy’s E4 Profile

Series 1 and 2

Effy’s Profile (Translated from Morse Code)

MY NAMES EFFY IM FOURTEEN AND WHEN THE WIND BLOWS IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION I GO TO SCHOOL.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
  And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
  Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

(Shakespeare’s Sonet 60)

BANDS:MUSIC IS THE DEVILS FRUIT

TELEVISION:I THINK ALL BIG BROTHER CONTESTANTS SHOULD BE GIVEN BLOWJOBS.

Effy’s Blog

They made me go and talk to this counsellor woman who kept saying ‘But why Elizabeth, why do you think you withheld speech?’. I used to just say ‘I dunno’ til it was time to go home.

But I did know. Sort of.

Okay. So. Paris Hilton isn’t an It Girl. Clara Bow was an It Girl. She was one of the biggest silent film stars ever. The Brooklyn Bonfire. I think we’re really similar. She’s a brunette. I’m a brunette. Her Dad was mentally impaired. My Dad is mentally impaired. She was really good at poker. I’m really good at poker. She married a cowboy. I don’t think I’m getting married but if I did it would probably be to a cowboy.

Anyway, basically she was the best film star, like, ever

But then the talkies started, and the films weren’t silent any more. And it would be fine, except when Clara actually had to speak, she just froze. She couldn’t stop looking at the microphones pushed at her face. She got mike fright. She retired at the age of 26 and never made another film ever again.

But even though Clara Bow couldn’t deal with talking in public, and Paris Hilton could probably talk for fucking hours about fucking anything, I reckon if Clara Bow met Paris Hilton, she’d punch her lights out.

But I don’t think the counsellor woman would have really understood that.


Series 3

AGE: 16

MOTTO: Everybody dances to their own boom boom.

ABOUT ME: I’m Effy. It’s a shit name but it’s short for Elizabeth which is even worse. I live with my Mum and Dad. My brother used to live here too but now he’s gone. On the day he left he gave me his duvet cover, half a bottle of Peach Schnapps, and his bedroom. Well, he doesn’t need it any more does he? So now it’s my kingdom. I drank the Schnapps and gave the duvet to Oxfam.

These are the four most interesting things about me:

1) I can pick stuff up with my toes. Like, not just socks and crap like that but big things. Ketchup bottles. Ashtrays. Ipods. It’s a less useful skill than you’d think.

2) My Dad was so angry when I got expelled from the shit school I used to go to that he literally started farting in rage. Gross.

3) I’m distantly related to a 17th century French aristocrat called Cecile DeLacroix. She was beheaded during the French Revolution. Her eyes carried on blinking for 14 seconds after her head was severed from her neck and her lover had her teeth sewn into his pillow.

4) My favourite smell is petrol.

If you want to know any more send a stamped addressed envelope and ten pounds to my address

FAVOURITE BAND: No.

T.V SHOWS: TV rots your brain and makes you infertile. True story.

FILM STARS: I don’t have favourite film stars. Everyone gets old and shit in the end. My favourite film character is the Elephant Man. He’s hot.

DREAM DATE: Refer to last question.

Series 4

“Sometimes it can be liberating to be lost”

anonymous asked:

stora in a long distance relationship :)

Stiles and Scott were playing video games when Stiles glanced at his phone and yelped at the time. Scott glanced at him. “What the hell?”

“It’s almost 8 o’clock! I completely forgot!” Stiles dropped his controller and rushed to Scott’s laptop, ignoring Scott’s protests. “Cora and I have a Skype date tonight!" 

"What are you here for then? You’re just going to ignore me now until you fall asleep,” Scott complained as his character was shot in the game. “Dammit, Stiles, I need backup!”

“It’s just a game!” Stiles replied as he typed in his Skype credentials and logged in. Moments later, he started getting a video call request and accepted it. He ran a hand through his messy hair, and briefly considered shaving it again when Cora’s face appeared on screen. Stiles grinned brightly at her and looked at her surroundings.

“That doesn’t look like a cheap motel,” he said in place of a greeting. 

“Derek and I are staying with a Pack in upstate New York… they’re housing us for a few days,” Cora explained. “Are you at Scott’s?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and then admitted sheepishly. “I sort of forgot it was Thursday night…”

Cora snorted and pushed her hair back behind her ears. Her hair was much longer now than it had been the last time he saw her — when she left Beacon Hills with her brother. Not too long after the Hales had left town, Stiles started getting text messages and photos from Cora. They kept in touch although Cora didn’t speak to anyone else. When he asked her way, she just scoffed as him and said that it was obvious. It wasn’t until a week later that Stiles realized they had sort of been cultivating a long distance relationship of sorts. 

They still hadn’t kissed because they hadn’t seen each other in person since Cora had left but some things were more important than the physical stuff and that was saying something coming from Stiles. 

“I’m not surprised really. What are you and Scott doing?”

“We were supposed to be playing video games until you distracted my best friend!” Scott called from his spot in front of the television. 

“Completely not sorry about that, McCall. You’re going to rot my boyfriend’s brain with all those video games,” Cora quipped making Stiles smirk.

They caught each other up on what was going on in their lives but it didn’t take long since they were in constant communication via text message or phone calls. The point of Skyping was pretty much just to see each other’s faces. They grew silent and Cora bit her lip.

“I miss you,” she murmured. Stiles smiled gently, “I miss you too. Any chance of you popping across the country for a quick visit?”

Cora glanced somewhere off-camera — at Derek, Stiles guessed — and then sighed. “Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon. Things are a little complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“Complicated as in my past is sort of coming to haunt me?” Cora shrugged. Stiles frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I made some enemies while I was in South America that are better at holding a grudge than anyone I’ve ever met,” she said. 

“Hunters?" 

"Yeah, but don’t worry about it. That’s why Derek and I are staying with this pack. They’re old friends of his and Laura’s… they’re going to help us solve the problem but it’s going to take some time.”

“Okay… but be careful? I don’t want you getting hurt … and if you guys need any help from us, you know that you just need to call, right?” Stiles asked.

Cora smiled and nodded. “We know that, Stiles.”

“I love you,” Stiles whispered. 

“I love you too,” Cora smirked. “I gotta go. Talk to you later.”

“Text me.”