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extremely private + slow writing blog for effy stonem of skins. written by alondra, she / they , boricua, autistic, 21+. intrinsically tied to @hinips

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effy unfortunate case of believing her sexuality is the only way to make people stay / stop being mad at her. ie trying to have sex with Freddy when he was upset, trying to have sex with that one dude in fire so he’d stop being mad at her

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I can’t stop saying smiled bares

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new Board for eff :3

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Hi

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SKINS (2007-2013) 3.10 ― “Finale”

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——— At least British boys take their lack of intelligence on the chin; focusing instead on promises of nice things and even nicer lays. Here, boys seem convinced their brains operate on a different axis, that they’re all faced with the grueling secrets of the world they alone must bear. They mean to belittle you, and then swoop in at your lowest, offering their delusional guidance. Horniness packaged nicely beneath philosophical wrapping paper.

To Effy, there’s no greater entertainment.

So she stands once again at a new locker, her fishnets clinging tightly to her pale legs, arms filled to the elbow with bracelets — enjoying the scene that’s just begun. The way they look at her in excitement, rusted cogs grinding to life as they determine which piece from their repertoire would work best. And as Effy scans the stage, looking from actor to actor, her attention settles on another audience member; clad in blue and nose deep in writing.

“ Hallway studies?” Effy calls, a smirk blossoming across her glossed lips. @09011989

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HI. Ok lemme write u smth

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effy’s parents who don’t really gaf about what their kids are doing at all so the only person Effy has is Tony. And Tony loves her and does want to take care of her but also he is not a good person in general and that bleeds through into Effy. He is the only person who took an active role in her life of course she is going to sponge up traits

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Also btw it’s basically canon that Effy fw David lynch so

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ok I’m here

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vampire eff?

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im so sad. effy thinking she's getting better when she's actually just being groomed by her therapist who is obssesed with her and who then kills the only person who actually tried to understand and love effy

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holy eff

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sentimental value, i've heard of that.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @offsrail

the moment the claim escaped agnes's mouth, it turned sour, no ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎- ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎metallic. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the narrowing of her eyes, and that small motion alone, shifts the tides of her features:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ from superiority to anger‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (if you look closely, there in her unbelievable crimson gaze was a shadow of abandonment). ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" well it's ugly as shit, ain't it?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i gotta have some reason to keep it. "

in one smooth motion the necklace is quickly unclasped and shoved into her purse. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's something of a snarl as she does. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎who left who last?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ agnes or her maker, she can't remember, maybe she doesn't want to.

" you're telling me ya' ain't got nothing that you keep just 'cause? " ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's quick to return to her alluring self, lips rounded into an opalescent haunt. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the place around them swarms with smells of sweat and drugs ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎- ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a recipe for regret that the vampire agnes cannot taste.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ it is this reason, and prior frustrations, that she yearns to devour the moment. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎can effy tell the poised young woman, who sits so tastefully out of place, is silently begging for a key? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a way into this crowd?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (god knows even an angel who knows not what they are will obey).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ " y'gotta have some ugly old thing y'can't trash. "

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“ My brother — probably.” Effy smirks, her head lolling first to the left, then back towards the woman. Her words fall from half-chewed lips so, so slowly; as if she doesn't really care whether or not Agnes recieves them, let alone comprehends her state of mind. She's far away already, watching the two of them rot beneath the flickering overheads. Nothing really matters here.

Effy exhales, lifting herself from the chair with a stumble. An eery leer peels through her face, heavy lids fluttering open then closed. There's a long-lost tune echoing in her dampened mind, one that drowns out whatever garbage is currently playing, urging a sway from her hips. She allows herself a moment to feel it, ignoring Agnes. Ignoring the pallid ghosts that float about the party, all filled with ugly want and desperation.

" Can't pick what you keep. " Airy, her eyes up towards the ceiling. One would think Effy, Sisyphus: rolling the past up the hill, just to be crushed by it again & again. The dread of loneliness, the aching relief of a fresh bottle.

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looking at her like this, it's hard to recognise her. with his tie suffocating him, Tony wants to hug his little sister and tell her how he's going to fix it. like he hopes he can. but a part of him is worried that this time, he can't. that this time, her tears have left too much of a stain and she can't quite seem to fix it with any amount of bleach. “ oh effy ... ” two hands wipe his face. the metallic room they sit in feels preposterous — they should be sat in their living room right now, mum upstairs, love on the spectrum on the telly, an unfinished game of scrabble on the table. her, sat on the floor facing the tv, and tony, laid on the sofa, hands behind his head, legs crossed. it's not fucking fair. nothing about this is fair but the law isn't fair, a lesson he's learned that by now. “ how am i gonna get you out of this one? ” @offsrail– –

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He's lost his nerve, hasn't he? Effy stares at him beneath heavy-lids, watching his expression screw itself into one of anxiety. She remembers the wanker he used to be. The malicious aura that always ascended him to the highest status; awarding him flocks of followers, all desperate for him to thrust upwards and fill them with the Stonem charm. Perhaps it really did die that day, crushed beneath the stupid bus.

" Isn't that part of the job description, Tony? Figuring it out? " It's not spat , but it's not delivered nicely either. She folds her arms close to her chest, staring at him as if she means to slice him open, unearth the Tony that used to be. " This isn't some fucking family reunion. " Effy's teeth gnash against her lip, biting until she can taste the tang of iron. " I need to win. " Seeing him like this - it's almost embarassing. A kindness that should be kept in the walls of their childhood home; of course I left the door open for you Eff, of course I'll hold your hair back whilst you vomit. Effy has no use for that here.

She recoils slightly, tapping her nails impatiently against the paper strewn table.

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i think it's so funny that tumblr made effy the LDR poster girl because effy would literally never listen to her