#life is an oyster and command hooks are my oyster openers

[rainbowfic]

Today's prompt list is: Avocado

Theme: Music 1. The full moon is calling / The fever is high / And the wicked wind whispers / And moans - The Eagles: One Of These Nights

2. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune / Then the piper will lead us to reason / And a new day will dawn for those who stand long / And the forests will echo with laughter - Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin

3. All the people we used to know / They're an illusion to me now / Some are mathematicians / Some are carpenter's wives / Don't know how it all got started - Bob Dylan: Tangled Up In Blue

4. There's room at the top they are telling you still / But first you must learn how to smile as you kill / If you want to be like the folks on the hill - John Lennon: Working Class Hero

5. Heard the singers playin', how we cheered for more / The crowd had rushed together tryin' to keep warm / Still the rain kept pourin', fallin' on my ears / And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival: Who'll Stop The Rain

6. The exodus is here / The happy ones are near / Let's get together / Before we get much older - The Who: Baba O'Riley

7. Keep me in a daydream / keep me goin' strong / You don't wanna save me / sad is my song - Stevie Wonder: Superstition

8. But oh how it feels so real / Lying here with no one near / Only you and you can hear me / When I say softly, slowly - Elton John: Tiny Dancer

9. What'll you do when you get lonely / And nobody's waiting by your side? / You've been running and hiding much too long / You know it's just your foolish pride - Derek and the Dominos: Layla

10. Now she walks / through her sunken dream / To the seat with the clearest view / And she's hooked to the silver screen / But the film is a saddening bore / For she's lived it ten times or more / She could spit in the eyes of fools - David Bowie: Life On Mars

11. Then the door was open and the wind appeared / The candles blew then disappeared The curtains flew then he appeared / saying don't be afraid /Come on baby... and she had no fear - Blue Oyster Cult: (Don't Fear) The Reaper

12. Seeing her skin feeling silky smooth / Colour of cafe au lait / Made the savage beast inside / Roaring till it cried More, More, More / Now he's at home doing 9 to 5 /Living his brave life of lies - Patti Labelle: Lady Marmalade

13. This city desert makes you feel so cold / It's got so many people but it's got no soul / And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong / When you thought it held everything - Gerry Rafferty: Baker Street

14. Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions / I keep my visions to myself / It's only me / Who wants to wrap around your dreams and... /Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? - Fleetwood Mac: Dreams

15. Too hot, too greedy / How could you leave me / When I needed to possess you? / I hated you. I loved you, too. - Kate Bush: Wuthering Heights

16. There is no pain, you are receding /A distant ship smoke on the horizon / You are only coming through in waves / Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying - Pink Floyd: Comfortably Numb

17. Love is an angel disguised as lust / Here in our bed until the morning comes / Come on now try and understand / The way I feel under your command - Pattie Smith: Because the Night

18. But there are times that you feel you're part of the scenery / All the greenery is comin' down, boy / And then your wife seems to think you're part of the / furniture oh, it's peculiar, she used to be so nice - Supertramp: Take The Long Way Home

19. But what a fool believes he sees / No wise man has the power to reason away/ What seems to be / Is always better than nothing - The Doobie Brothers: What A Fool Believes

20. You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain - America: Horse With No Name

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[llycaons]

and the new shower liner has little magnets sewn in to keep it stuck to the edges of the tub....life is an endless parade of wonderous discoveries

[citrusityy]

Overboard! Review

Guaranteed to make a splash.

The year is 1935. There’s been a murder at sea, and no-one’s the wiser. For now.

Overboard! Is the latest interactive visual novel from inkle (developed over the course of six months using their specialist ink narrative game engine) and is an absolute delight. You play as Veronica Villansey, fading starlet and newlywed, who’s just bumped off her husband Malcolm. It’s up to you to keep her out of trouble until the boat docks in The New World in eight hours.

Over the course of the day you’re left to your own devices : kill the steward; pray to an uncaring God; bribe like mad - the boat is truly your oyster.

Of course, doing what you want is only fun when there’s a method to the madness, and your goals from the outset of each playthrough are listed at the top of the screen in a special menu after you obtain the ‘Good’ ending for the first time, keeping you focused on unearthing everything Overboard! has to offer and encouraging endless replays. For the record, I’m on my 34th as of this review. It’s just that good.

What keeps me coming back that much, you ask? Each line of dialogue is peppered with cutting wit from Jon Ingold, writer and narrative designer for the game, making every conversation a delight no matter how many times you see it (bear in mind that you can skip through familiar dialogue at the push of a button).

For all of its conversational cunning, Overboard! would be nothing more than a digitised Choose-Your-Own-Matricidal-Adventure book if not for Anastasia Wyatt’s glorious character designs. Although a lot of the game is spent staring at the cast in profile, Wyatt’s illustrations never make this a chore, breathing life into the relatively inanimate characters.

Each of these characters plays on a familiar murder mystery trope : Commander Anders, a charming seaman with a secret; Carstairs, a roguish gambler willing to risk it all, Lady Honoria, the bitter widow with a nose for secrets; the Major, an honourable old veteran seemingly unfazed by anything; Clarissa, the only one who seemed to care about Malcolm; and of course Veronica, a woman willing to do anything to get off the hook for her crime(s).

During my first playthrough, it was clear that I was only scratching the surface of what I could do, with my fellow passengers digging up incriminating information I didn’t even know about in the first end scene. And the second time. And the third.

The fourth time, my first taste of success in what turned out to be the ‘Best’ ending (you escape the blame for Malcolm’s death and net the life insurance to boot) was a bit of a fluke, as Veronica ended up doing time in half my subsequent attempts, and arrived in America without a penny to her name in the other half of them.

As far as accessibility goes, only the opening cutscene has any recorded dialogue, with Amelia Tyler lending her voice to Veronica’s recollection of the murder. Other than this, there is the option to restart any scene (bar the first and last) from the moment you enter reportedly once, though I found I could do it as often as I wanted on the Switch, which lessened the investment at times. At any time, you can rewind to the start of the story at 8am and remove all profanity, if you happen to want a 12-rated murder-fest.

Glitches like the endless scene restarts mentioned above were thankfully few in my time on the S.S Hook, but the game completely froze up during my 17th playthrough, which forced me to close the game and lose progress.

One issue, though not technically a glitch, is that when restarting a scene, you have to click to get rid of the screen displaying the time that blocks the action with a solid block of colour, which led to a few unintentional choices being made.

With playthroughs taking between 10 and 40 minutes, depending on whether you mess up so bad you opt for a watery grave or not, Overboard! need not be consumed all at once. Much like the bourbon biscuits Veronica can munch on in the restaurant, the game works best in small bursts, revealing more and more of its wider world to you as you go along.

Also, murder is thirsty work, you know? No shame in going for a dip in the ocean now and then. No doubt Veronica would agree.

+Cutting, witty dialogue

+Hours of replayability

+Charming and often vile cast

-Occasional leaps of logic in the plot

-Some glitches that can ruin playthroughs

7/10

Overboard! is a fantastic and fast-paced interactive visual novel with hours of hilarious content. If the bugs mentioned above get fixed on the Switch, I'd bump the score up to an 8.

[btsinlondon]

For the Jin inspo, I’m sure this has been down many times before lol, but I’d love to eat lots of sexy foods/aphrodisiac foods with him and pop some champagne or wine, and then after that, he eats you too 🙃 seriously just imagine his lips all over your pussy like 🥵

Disclaimer - Writing this made me see Jin in a whole new light. Now Jin can come and get it. 

Warning - SMUT 18+ ONLY

Words - 2k

Preview -

he licks off the chocolate and opens his mouth ever so slightly as you push your finger inside.

hot and wet and so so erotic, he sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, savouring the taste.

the sight is enough to make you rip off all your clothes here and now.

the sexual tension is so intense you can feel the blood pumping in your chest, throbbing between your crossed legs.

you squeeze your thighs together, the pressure giving you a slight relief from the aching need.

you remove your finger as he leans across the table and he practically growls “you are so fucking hot, do you know what you’re doing to me?”

he ghosts his lips over yours, so close to kissing you...

“i want to taste you”

his words send you over the edge and you press your lips against his, desperate and needy.

you bite his bottom lip and he audibly moans.

fuck. 

it was the third date. you hadn’t even kissed yet.

things were moving really slowly but in the past, moving too fast had always ended badly for you.

heartbreak, rejection, being used - you’d had enough of it all…definitely ready to try something new.

you first met Jin on a blind date. you’d been introduced by your best friend Jimin. he said Jin was different from all your past lovers. basically, he wasn’t a fuckboy.

“Jin is goofy and caring, a nutcase with a big heart and you should give him a chance.”

“plus he ticks most of your usual boxes. taller than you, broad shoulders, kind eyes and a beautiful smile. hilarious laugh which is contagious - and he can cook!”

so here you are, 9 days after your first blind date, having dinner in Jin’s apartment.

sat at the breakfast bar in the small kitchen, you’re watching him cook for you.

running your index finger and thumb along the stem of your wine glass, you smile as he tops up your glass and asks what music you’d like to listen to.

he seems so calm in the kitchen and it puts you at ease straight away.

“So how hungry are you?” Jin asks as he places the white wine back in the fridge.

“Pretty hungry! whatcha making?” you ask and take another sip.

“well, for starters we’re having oysters. main course salmon with asparagus and dessert….um, that’s a surprise so you’ll have to wait and see” there’s a dark glint in his eyes and it makes your stomach flip with excitement.

“aren’t all those dishes…aphrodisiacs??” you raise your eyebrow and smirk

“oh, are they?? i hadn’t realised” he gave a cheeky laugh and it was clear he loved the fact you caught him out.

Flash forward an hour and you’re both very tipsy, having nearly finished the second bottle of wine.

“Jin… that was delicious. thank you, you’re an incredible cook, i’m impressed…” you smile as curiosity gets the better of you “what’s for dessert??”

the alcohol making you act on impulse, you grab his wrist and rub your thumb in slow circles on his forearm. god his arms are so firm..the skin so soft.

you forget yourself as you start to imagine those arms holding you up, pressed up against the door, clothes lost along the way.

then you’re brought back to reality when he places his large, warm hand on top of yours.

eyes fixed on your lips. he leans in, noses almost touching, he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours. he inhales deeply.

“dessert is something special. you’ll see” he whispers against your lips and you’re convinced he’s about to kiss you.

you sigh and part your lips…but he hitches his breath and pulls away as if to say not yet…

disappointed, you pout slightly and rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table. 

“i’m intrigued…”

“you’ll like it, i promise” his gorgeous smile melts away any frustration and you watch him busy himself in the kitchen once again.

chocolate fondue. with strawberries.

fuck.

you playfully dip the fruit into the sticky, sweet melted chocolate and giggle as you accidentally drop a strawberry into the bowl.

he has his turn, popping a strawberry onto the end of a fork before swirling it around the liquid. 

he feeds you a strawberry, warm chocolate dripping onto your chin. 

“well, i’ve made a mess already” he smirks “let me get that for you…” he licks it off. the tip of his tongue brushing oh so close to your lips. you shiver and feel hot waves washing over your whole body.

you dip your finger into the melted chocolate and swipe it over his pouty lips. his eyes widen in shock at your bold move.

he licks off the sweet liquid and opens his mouth ever so slightly as you push your finger inside.

hot and wet and so so erotic, he sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, savouring the taste.

the sight is enough to make you rip off all your clothes here and now.

the sexual tension is so intense you can feel the blood pumping in your chest, throbbing between your crossed legs.

you squeeze your thighs together, the pressure giving you a slight relief from the aching need.

you remove your finger as he leans across the table and he practically growls “you are so fucking hot, do you know what you’re doing to me?”

he ghosts his lips over yours, so close to kissing you...

“i want to taste you”

his words send you over the edge and you press your lips against his, desperate and needy.

you bite his bottom lip and he audibly moans.

fuck.

the next thing that happens is a bit of a blur.

but before you know it, you’re laying on the breakfast bar in your black lace underwear and he’s trailing melted chocolate over your chest and stomach - the metal spoon held high above your half naked body, a smooth glossy trickle of chocolate criss crossing all over you.

you arch your back, reacting to his touch as he traces his fingertips over your mouth, your jawline, your collarbones, trailing of soft kisses on your skin, gently biting snd nipping along the way.

“you look delicious, please Y/N…?” he hooks his fingers under your lace underwear and pulls the fabric to one side as he looks at you with such intensity you almost moan from the sight of him between your legs. 

he places the lightest of kisses against the soft pink skin, slick with arousal.

ffffuucck......

he peels off your underwear and then spreads your legs apart. running his hand down your stomach, the chocolate smearing everywhere

“such a sticky mess, princess” he sits down on the bar stool and pulls the handle so it lowers so that his mouth is level with your pussy.

“mmmm such a pretty cunt” the words shock you

you push yourself up onto your elbows to get a better look of his face between your thighs

his dark hair falling across his face, he bites his bottom lip and looks at you again with that dark expression. so fucking handsome.

the next thing he does makes you blush profusely. 

he presses his thumbs either side of your sex and spreads your folds apart, his face only inches away, studying you intimately.

“so wet…” he slides two fingers across your slit, reaching your clit and your body jerks slightly at the sensitivity

“can i?” he teases your entrance with his fingers and you can barely speak

“nhhhggh - ye-yess Jin, please…” you want those lips, that tongue…

“i’m not gonna stop until this pretty pussy cums all over my tongue” you clench at his words and are bashful again...you know he will have seen your body react - his face practically buried into you.

“fuck….” he breathes..and then his tongue sends you wild.

pushing inside, wanting to feel you clench around him. lapping long strokes up to your clit, circling and teasing you until you’re so.close.

he changes pace and flicks his tongue side to side over your clit - the speed almost vibrating.

“oh god…uhh yeah so hnggg please, i need-”

“mmmm baby girl? you’re not making any sense” and he shoves his tongue inside again. hard.

“FUCK” you clench and chase the tightening spiral as you get closer and closer to the edge.

he pulls back just as you’re about to reach your climax and blows cool air on your pussy gently, teasing you. 

it’s almost painful, the throbbing and intensity of teetering on the verge of your orgasm.

“you were close, huh baby? you wanted me to finish you off so soon? when i know i can get away with bringing you to the edge over and over.” 

“please....” you beg and spread your legs wider 

“the perfect recipe for the most delicious dessert takes time and patience...” he’s laughing at his own metaphor and you can’t help laugh too

but what a fucking tease!

“s-not fair. Jin please. don’t tease me like this” you’re half begging, half commanding him to finish what he started.

next thing you know, he’s fucking you with his mouth, pressing his nose into your clit and you’re sure he can’t even breathe his face is buried so deep.

you run your fingers into his hair, chocolate everywhere, but he keeps going until your bucking your hips violently, ass slapping against the cold marble countertop.

he grips onto your legs, holding you against his mouth as you ride out the most intense orgasm of your life…

he gives you only moments to recover before he stands up and grabs you roughly, pulling you towards him, your legs straddling his hips as he unbuckles his jeans.

you pull his t-shirt up and over his head and playfully draw your fingers across your own chest before wiping the chocolate on his body.

you lick the chocolate off his smooth skin, being careful to flick your tongue over his nipples.

“such a bad girl” he hisses

you unhook your bra and toss it aside. he pulls you in towards his body, his boxes bulging against your core.

he scoops his hands around your face and kisses you. his lips are salty and sweet and pillowy soft 

his hips press into you and you run your fingers along the elastic of his boxers.

“Jin - I…”

you want him. but now your logical head is trying to take over. things are moving so quickly…but you don’t even have any protection and you promised yourself to do things differently this time. not go so far, so soon.

“what baby?” he can sense your sudden hesitation …” it’s ok, we don’t have to do anything more…i just want to make you feel good” and he kisses you again.

“let’s get cleaned up, i’ll run you a hot bath” he scoops you up off the kitchen counter and carries you to the bathroom.

pulling the curtain across, he flicks the shower on and waits for the water to get hot.

“after you” he smiles - kind and reassuring as you step under the steamy water and let the chocolate wash away.

“May i join?” he pokes his head around the shower curtain and steps into the bath, closing the space between your naked bodies so the water washes over him too.

skin on skin, he kisses you. it’s a wet kiss, passionate and hot. you melt under his touch, knees weak as he bites your bottom lip and pulls it back slightly.

you moan softly as he slides his hand down your hips, over your ass and grabs hold. you submit to his touch as you run your fingers through his wet hair. 

things escalate quickly and his hands are everywhere. he leans his left hand against the tiles, his wide frame trapping you between his body and the bathroom wall.

he knows he can’t fuck you, at least not right now - but he wants you to feel good, he wants you to be satisfied, he wants you to remember he took good care of you

using his free hand, he slides his fingers inside and begins fucking you with two fingers as if it were his cock. hitting that spot inside over and over, catching your whimpers with his mouth.

“uh oh- pl-pleasee oh fuck-nyeah” the sounds he’s drawing from you getting louder and more whiney as you chase your orgasm, bucking your hips into his hand.

“that’s right baby, such a good girl” he bites your neck “mmm you like fucking my fingers huh?” he growls as he makes the come hither motion inside.

you can barely stand, hands trying to find something to grab hold of but your wet palms simply slide all over the bathroom tiles.

“uh- so c-close…fuck fuck FUCK!” and you’re coming undone, knees giving way as he catches the weight of your body and holds you close against him, the water cascading over you as - completely blissed out from your second intense orgasm of the night.

“Did my girl enjoy that?” he smiles at you with such gentle eyes, your heart melts as he wraps you in a big fluffy towel.

“‘MY’ girl?…does that mean what i think it does?”

“of course baby. i want you all to myself. i don’t want you to see nobody else and i don’t wanna see nobody else”

you tiptoe in the shower and kiss him “Jin, i would love to be your girlfriend”

MASTERLIST 

[ask-de-writer]

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 2 of 83 : World of Sea

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 2 of 83

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

First draft  written 2007  

copyright 2020

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The Masters sent Mistress Daeron, the Master Roper to Kurin with a question.  The short, motherly lady found Kurin sitting quietly on a rope tub by the foremast, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“What is the matter, Kurin?” she asked in concern.  “The soundings are confirming your chart.  This is amazing to us all.  So, why the sorrow?  These are not joy.”  She traced a tear track with a gentle finger, gathered the child into her arms and rocked her. 

“Mistress Daeron, I just miss them so . . . Dad . . . Cat.  Why can’t they be here?”

Mistress Daeron nodded to herself.  She remembered.  Kurin found her father in his hammock.  Died in his sleep.  And him so young!  The terrible things that her mother said as she slipped into madness.  It must have been horrible for her.

Then blind Cat took care of her for most of a Gathering.  And left her too.  At the Weddings, Cat was left standing alone on the Marriage raft, last bride of all, with no apparent groom.

 She called out and huge Orcas leaped from the sea all about the Marriage raft to announce his coming.  Dark Iren, the Great Sea Dragon, reared up his gigantic head and everyone saw him.  They saw five hundred feet of glittering black scales, fins and spines.  A legend come to life. Then Cat, the blind woman that everyone knew, leaped into the sea in front of him and moments later emerged, a Great Sea Dragon herself, white to Iren’s black.  None other than Blind Mecat.  A legend in her own right.

  And she’s had nobody since but that sarcastic Master Juris.  No wonder she’s lonely. 

Mistress Daeron gently stroked Kurin’s head.  “Why one of Iren’s Orcas sang for your father while he was so young, you would have to ask Dark Iren in his deep halls.  As for Mecat, can you imagine her visiting on the Longin now that she’s a five hundred foot Great Sea Dragon?  A hundred feet of her would fall off each end of the ship!” 

The ridiculous image got Kurin to giggle, and snapped her out of the funk.  Mistress Daeron thought to herself, So that’s  why this child is so driven to learn.  Keeping new things before her mind keeps the pain of her past at bay. 

It was time for the question that she had been sent to ask.  “The Masters need to know how long it would take you to teach this skill to other members of the crew?” 

Kurin pondered the question before answering.  “I think that some competence could be taught in a few Wohans.  How fast people learn will depend on how well the individuals can feel the waves and interpret what they’re feeling.” 

“Only a few Wohans? That is very quick.  Will they be able to make charts like the one that you have demonstrated?” 

“No, but they will be able to find their way about safely and locate favorable currents. To draw charts as well, perhaps a Gathering or a bit more.  For that they will need to learn some applied geometry, equal area functions, drafting and basic navigational knowledge.” 

“Thank you, Kurin. When did you find the time to learn so much?” Mistress Daeron asked, caught off-guard, as even the people who knew her best often were, by Kurin’s array of skills. 

“I try to keep busy,” said Kurin softly.  “Learning keeps other things away.”

“I see — Why don’t you go and watch the wonder that you have wrought unfold before your eyes?”  And keep your sorrows away, Mistress Daeron thought sympathetically.

The crabbers, in the meantime, were pulling up a bountiful harvest, as their cheerful calls and jeers going back and forth across the water demonstrated.  Their ring-nets went down with bait and, after ten to twenty minutes came up swarmed with crabs and the occasional lobster. Each boat had five nets equipped with long lines attached to floats. The nets were laid in a circle or a line, depending on the preference of the man or woman in command.  They used a boat-hook to snag the lines beneath the floats so that they could pull the trap nets up to empty them into holding nets hung over the transom. 

This fishing on reefs, and the techniques by which it was done were classed as Ship’s Business.  That meant that it was kept secret from other ships, except under carefully spelled out conditions.  This right to secrecy gave the various ships of the Naral fleet commercial advantages over each other.   

The Longin was famous for selling live shellfish, like crabs, lobsters, shrimp and assorted clams and oysters.  She also sold fine lace work for clothing trims, along with the usual merchandise of a fishing culture.  The Gula sold luxury fabrics that no other ship knew the making of.  The Mordan sold the finest cordage and cable.  Most ships had something that they did best, and protected it by Ship’s Business. 

Silor was seething.  Between hauling in crabs and lobsters, he glared across the deck at Kurin’s back, where she was pestering the officers at the range finder.  They were smiling, smiling for Dragon’s sake!  And showing her something.  I don’t know how she pulled it off but she’s got me again!  Sure, organizing lookouts is important.  Strong Skins or Wing Rays could kill someone.  Sure bringing the catch on board is important, but anybody can do this!  I want to be out in a boat, having some fun, and she’s stopped it, somehow!

His grudge was six Gatherings old.  They had been playmates back then. Somehow she had  gotten to be Master Juris’s apprentice boat-builder instead of him.  The fact that she had advanced to journeyman, needing only the formality of fleet Craft Council approval at the next Gathering, and the apprenticeship was now open, did not help. 

After all of these Gatherings it still stung when he remembered Master Juris’s words when he had gone into the boat-shop to talk with the Master Boat-builder about getting the next opening. 

“Silor, lad, you will never be an apprentice in my shop.”  I didn’t mean to drop that shell scraper, but when Master Juris stooped to pick it up he acted like I had.  He held it up and added, “Do you see that chipped edge?  It will take Kurin hours to hone it until it’s perfect again.  She will take the time and it will be done right. You are too clumsy, too heedless to be trusted with expensive tools of shell, bone or tooth.  Now please leave my shop before any more harm is done.”   

I was just a kid!  What he said made me so mad that I kicked at a building frame.  It was supposed to be fastened down so it couldn’t move!   How could I know that it was loose!  I think my heart stopped when that boat hit the deck and broke its back!  I was horrified, that’s why I ran. 

It was just an accident!  They had no right to tell Alor to take the cost out of my Purser’s account.  Kurin is behind all of it! She loosened that frame!  It ruined my chances of ever getting any apprenticeship! 

TO BE CONTINUED

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[mbtizone]

Offred/June (The Handmaid's Tale): ISFJ

Dominant Introverted Sensing [Si]: Offred deals with her misery by remembering the details of her life prior to becoming a handmaid. She draws parallels between the blue she sees in the present and the blue of her car, which spelled like maple syrup and was purchased on Craig’s List. She missed the smell once they got rid of it, but she and her daughter missed it. Hannah had said that it “smelled like Saturdays.” She finds comfort in remembering the past. The church that is being torn down was her father’s parish and was where her daughter was baptized. Offred tries to keep her head down and get by without challenging authority. She’s often praised for being an “obedient” handmaid. She typically does what she is told without much fuss and takes orders much better than other handmaid’s, such as Ofwarren, who she chastises for biting Mrs. Putnam. You cannot be biting people, Janine! She doesn’t want Ofglen to look into her commander because it’s dangerous. She tells Moira not to write a message on the wall of the bathroom. It’s not worth losing your hand! When Offred recounts what she’s learned after 37 games of Scrabble with the Commander, she says that he likes it when she flirts with him and she enjoys it when he allows her to win, which reminds her of a poem she once read: “”You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye.” Offred just wants things to go back to the way they used to be, and uses this as her tactic for talking Janine off the ledge. She uses imagery of how the world once was, and how it will be again to try to stop her from taking her own life. She wants to know and memorize Nick, and expresses her regret at not doing the same with Luke. When Offred begins to adopt a more rebellious spirit and begins to take risks, she engages in a sexual relationship with Nick, despite the consequences, because it’s important that someone remembers her. She wants someone to miss her when she’s gone.

Auxiliary Extroverted Feeling [Fe]: June tries to have a gentle, delicate touch. When Moira berates Luke when he talks about “taking care” of June once they found out that the men are now responsible for their wives bank funds, Luke doesn’t understand what he said that was so wrong. June explains, in a much more tender tone, that he came across as a little patronizing. Offred is very good at putting on a good face in front of the Waterfords (most of the time), and is able to swallow her pride and do what they ask without complaint. She’ll do anything to survive, even if she has to compromise each and every one of her morals to do so. ” I’ll do anything. Resign my body freely to the uses of others. I’ll sacrifice. I’ll repent. I’ll abdicate. I’ll renounce.” Offred apologizes to Mrs. Waterford in an attempt to be released from the room, taking full responsibility for not being pregnant. She insists that she’s learned her lesson and uses kindness in an attempt to be freed from her punishment. Offred rarely stands up for herself the way that Moira does. Offred is empathetic and kind. She is a shoulder to cry on for her friends, particularly Janine, and tries to help them whenever she can. Offred is capable of being emotionally manipulative, and uses the Commander’s interest in her to get him to bring her to the bar. When he questions her about this, she tells him that she likes the way other people look at him and how impressive he is in an attempt to feed his ego and get her way.

Tertiary Introverted Thinking [Ti]: Although she seems quite docile, Offred’s inner monologues are biting and sarcastic. Every now and then, this slips out into her actual conversations. “You don’t just feel pregnant 30 seconds after a man cums. I’m sorry, forgive me. Offred is good at assessing situations accurately. She refers to a guide in order to tell how the Commander feels about her (Si) and observes his behavior to see if it fits (Ti). He brings her small gifts and finds ways to run into her. She is able to be blunt and honest with herself. She’s not with Nick as an act of rebellion. She’s there because it feels good. Offred regularly analyzes her experiences in order to determine what they mean. She wants to know what the significance is and why she does what she does.

Inferior Extroverted Intuition [Ne]: When Offred is kept in solitude, she tries to make the best of the situation by pretending she is an explorer. She searches the room and tries to make discoveries. “That’s better than a lunatic, lost in her memories.” June isn’t usually the idea type. In their plan to escape, Moira is the one calling the shots. June just goes along with what Moira says. June isn’t very good when it comes to thinking on her feet. When the guardian at the train station begins to question her, she completely freezes instead of trying to come up with a story. As a result, Moira escapes and June is sent back to Aunt Lydia and is physically abused for her insubordination. When she thinks of Moira and how willful she is, June becomes inspired to find her own way out of the room she was held in as punishment for not conceiving a child. As time passes, she becomes more open to taking risks, generating ideas, and improvising in the moment in order to push back against the oppression she faces.

Enneagram: 6w5 9w1 2w1 Sp/Sx

Quotes:

Offred: Blue. I let it take me. Blue Moon. Rhapsody in Blue. Tangled Up in Blue. Blue Oyster Cult. Blue Monday. Our car was that color. We bought it off Craigslist. It smelled like maple syrup. Luke said it was a leak in the radiator, it was probably bad for kids. After we got it fixed, I missed that smell. And so did Hannah. She said it smelled like Saturdays.

Ofglen: It’s okay. To be relieved it wasn’t you. Offred: It was someone. Ofglen: I know. There’s a way to help them. You can join us. Offred: What do you mean “us”? Ofglen: There’s a network. Offred: I don’t know. I’m not that kind of person. Ofglen: No one is until they have to be.

Offred: There is an “us”? It seems imagined, like secrets in the fifth grade. People with mysterious histories and dark linkages. It doesn’t seem as if it should be the true shape of the world. That’s a hangover from an extinct reality. Now, the Guardians of the Faithful and American soldiers still fight with tanks in the remains of Chicago. Now, Anchorage is the capital of what’s left of the United States, and the flag that flies over that city has only two stars. Now, darkness and secrets are everywhere. Now, there has to be an “us.” Because now, there is a “them.”

Offred: It’s forbidden for us to be alone with the Commanders. We aren’t concubines. We’re two-legged wombs. Maybe he knows about Ofglen. Have I been invited to my own ending? No. ‘Cause it isn’t an invitation. I can’t send my regrets.

Ofglen: You okay? Offred: He wants to see me, alone. Ofglen: Your commander? Shit. Ofglen: You don’t know why? Offred: No. Ofglen: Maybe he did this with the one before you. Maybe she told someone about it. Let me see what I can find out. Offred: It’s too dangerous. Ofglen: It’ll be okay. I’m sneaky.

Offred: A rose is a rose, except here. Here it has to mean something.

Offred: Janine, did you bite Mrs. Putnam? You can’t do that. Ofwarren: Well, she is a cunt. Offred: Well, you can’t. Ofwarren: No, you don’t understand. She is always grabbing Charlotte. She’s always just grabbing at her. And I told her I was still feeding her, she wasn’t done eating, and she just grabbed her from me. Offred: Charlotte? Ofwarren: Oh, yeah. That’s her real name. Offred: Janine, you cannot bite people.

June: Hey, you have all my money now. So, congratulations. Luke: Come on. You know I’ll take care of you. Moira: Christ. June: Well, that’s not what he’s saying. Luke: What? What’s wrong? June: Nothing. It’s just- Luke: What? June: It sounds a little patronizing. Moira: It is so fucking patronizing.

Offred: Please, God, I don’t want pain. I don’t want to be a doll, hung on the wall. I want to keep on living. I’ll do anything. Resign my body freely to the uses of others. I’ll sacrifice. I’ll repent. I’ll abdicate. I’ll renounce.

Offred: There are things in this room to discover. I am like an explorer, a traveler to undiscovered countries. That’s better than a lunatic, lost in her memories.

Offred: What are you doing? Moira: You spell “Aunt Lydia” with a “y,” right? Offred: Oh, God, don’t do that. Moira: What? I like to read when I take a dump. Offred: If they catch you writing, you will lose a hand. You know that. It’s not worth it. Moira: Yeah, it is. And once we get out of here, there’s gonna be a girl that comes in here and reads it. It will let her know she’s not alone.

Offred: Mrs. Waterford, I know I failed you. I disappointed you and myself. And I will do my best to not let it happen again. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m so sorry. Please, let me out.

Guardian: Blessed day, miss. Do you need some help? Offred: Yes, thank you. Do you know which train goes to Boston? Guardian: It’s coming in now. It’s hard without the signs, right? They’re going to replace them soon, I think. Where’s your partner? You shouldn’t be out alone. Can I see your ID card? Where are you posted? [Offred remains silent and is taken back to Aunt Lydia while Moira escapes]

Offred: [to herself] Moira, you wouldn’t stand for this shit. You wouldn’t let them keep you in this room for two weeks. You’d find a way out. You’d escape. Get up. Get your crazy ass up.

Offred: What have I learned, after 34 games? I’ve learned that he likes it when I flirt. And I like it when he lets me win. We’re a match made in heaven. It reminds me of a poem I read once. “You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye.”

Offred: Ten ways to tell how he feels about you. Number one, he brings you small gifts. Check.

Offred: Ten ways to tell how he feels about you. Number two. He keeps finding ways to accidentally run into you. Number three. What was number three?

Serena Joy: How do you feel? Do you feel any different? Offred: You don’t just feel pregnant 30 seconds after a man cums. I’m sorry, forgive me.

Nick: Hey, what’s going on? Offred: I should’ve said something. I should’ve said something. I should’ve – I should’ve told her. I should’ve told her what they do to us. Nick: You’re being too hard on yourself. You were in a room full of Commanders. Offred: No, I should’ve – I said I was happy. I said I was happy. Nick: What choice did you have? Offred: I can’t be here. I can’t be here. Nick: Sit down for a second. Offred: I can’t. No, I can’t. Nick: Talk to me. Hey. Offred: If they find us here. If they find us. If they find us together, I’m gonna get sent to the colonies. You’re an Eye. You’re untouchable. Nick: That’s not true. Offred: Fuck you, Nick. Fuck you! They don’t rape you, do they? He doesn’t come in here once a month and read you a little scripture and stick his cock up your ass? I said I was happy! Nick: Offred. Offred: Don’t call me that! It’s not my name. Nick: Can I get you a glass of water? Offred: It’s June.

Offred: Luke is alive. I stretch out my arms to him, but he slips away. Like a ghost at daybreak. And I am left here. I wish this story were different. I wish it showed me in a better light. In a different story, maybe I wouldn’t be such a fucking weakling. So I’ve gone back to Nick. Time after time, on my own. I want to know him, memorize him, so I can live on the image later. I should have done that with Luke because he’s fading. Day by day and night by night he recedes. And I become more faithless. I could say these are acts of rebellion, a “fuck you” to the patriarchy, but those are excuses. I’m here because it feels good and because I don’t want to be alone.

Nick: We can’t do this anymore. Offred: Nick. You know I had to go with him last night, right? You know I didn’t have a choice. I don’t have any choice. Why? You’re not gonna talk to me? Talk to me. Talk-Talk to me, Nick. I don’t know anything about you, you know. Nick, you won’t tell me anything. So, I don’t know anything. I don’t know who you are. Jesus, Nick. Fuck, is this it? Is this it? Is this enough for you, this bullshit life? Is this what you want? You want to polish his car and once in a while just try to get a Handmaid pregnant? Is that enough for you? Nick: We’re being stupid. You know we’re being stupid. It’s too dangerous. Offred: No, it isn’t. Nick: You could end up on the wall. Offred: But at least- at least someone will remember me. In this place At least someone will care when I’m gone. That’s something. That is something.

Offred: So, can we stay for a while? Maybe have that drink? Fred Waterford: It’s all about the bar tonight. Why? Offred: I like the way that people treat you. They’re all so impressed.

Offred/June (The Handmaid’s Tale): ISFJ was originally published on MBTI Zone

[thingsdisappear]

Within you, I AM. This dream, your magic carpet if you wish is my command. Inside a lamp, I lie in wait for you.

The net is cast for fish, the hook I bait for you. I AM the way, the truth and the life I AM the gate for you to pass beyond the limits Self-imposed where hearts are open, the door is never closed...

All stories are YOUR story so, why must you tell the world into such a living hell? and make the pearl-filled oyster into nothing but an empty shell? (you reject such blessings as these, and surely infinitely more as well!)

With effort, bridge the deepest gap. Your example will leave behind a map, where marked is every crossroads and every trap.

Without this Guide, soon lost, we fail to buy our freedom at even the greatest cost.

The pattern weaved into the carpet's heart, formed by the threads of which we are all a small part. The Artist only shows himself and knows himself through his own Art..

- 'Fragments: A Memoir" by Kemlynn Munn