blessed be the fruit.

a rose is a rose except here.

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maybe i come back, maybe? idk i miss tumblr rp sm i just have no time

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THE HANDMAID'S TALE 2.08 "Women's Work"

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I know I cannot wrap my arms around a memory but I still like to try

[moralpuppet-deactivated20250120]

It's  been  a  while  ,  days  ,  weeks  .  No  one  deserved  to  be  'locked  up'  for  that  long  .   For  Orel  the  handmaid's  job  made  sense  ...AND  it  didn't  .  He  didn't  understand  all  of  it  ,  not  through  a  lack  of  trying   . 𝐇𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭  𝐛𝐚𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  ,  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐛𝐞  𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐫  .  𝐒𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲  .

So  he  decided  enough  was  enough  and  checked  on  the  handmaid  .  Peeling  open  the  door  ,  his  head  stooped  a  little  lower  than  usual  ,  hoping  the  door  didn't  creak  too  much  behind  him  .  He  waves  ,  friendly  ,  a  smile  spreading  across  his  face  as  he  shuffles  in  despite  her  words  .

❝  Oh  I  know  but  I  figured  you'd  be  lonely  and  I  didn't  really  understand  why  you  got  into  so  much  trouble  anyway  and  was  hoping  maybe  you  can  explain  it  to  me  ?  -  So  I  don't  upset  -  ❞   He  hesitates  .  ❝  Mother  and  ...Father  .  ❞  He  knew  his  biological  origins that's  not  what  most  boys  under the word of the Gilead his  age  knew  .  ❝  too  !  I  wouldn't  want  to  disappoint  them  and  be  sent  to  my  room  for  two  weeks  ...  and  if  they  did  send  me  to  my  room  for  that  long  I'd  hope  you'd  come  talk  to  me  too  so  I  didn't  get  bored  or  miserable and as Jesus says ' Do unto others ' !  .❞

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He was a sweet kid, she can see why the Waterfords had picked him. But being sweet in this world was a sign of weakness. The kind could be taken advantage of, exploited and used if they weren’t careful. It was no behavior a future Commander should have, not by Gilead standards. Part of June hopes he doesn’t lose it through all the schooling, that he remains sweet as he grows up in this world. Maybe a future handmaid wouldn’t be in for as much suffering if he did. ❛ That’s very kind of you. ❜ She tries to offer a meek smile, inviting enough to continue talking to her. She's desperate for an interaction of any kind, even explaining why she was in trouble to a child.

❛ I'm afraid I wasn't fruitful this month. ❜ A pause, ❛ May God bless me to bring forth His miracle. ❜ Jesus fuck, even the words tasted rotten in her mouth. ❛ Your parents won't punish you like this, I'm sure. They love you, right? Maybe a couple of hours in your room at most. ❜ At least she hoped they wouldn't treat him this way. Gilead was supposed to be all about children, right? They wouldn't punish one as severely as a handmaid. She's listening, nodding her head in response. "As Jesus says "do unto others!" Pious little shit. ❛ Yes, praise be. ❜

[ofjoseph]

[osbxrne-a]

@moralpuppet

Two weeks. She's been banished to "her" room for two weeks. Fourteen days, and more hours than June can truly end up tracking in her head. It was hard without a clock around to count the seconds as they passed. The door was unlocked, it didn’t even close all the way. This serves as a constant reminder of who is in control. She resorted to exploring the room, counting the stitching in the bedspread and feeling the wooden paneling of the walls with her fingers. She’s learned the driver’s routine by watching from the window, watching him work on the Commander's car and drive him around. She's come watching other handmaids pass by in their pairs.

Bundles of white and red cloth, some swollen and blessed by God. They carry his divine light within them, something she had failed to do for another month. That's how she ended up here in the first place. She was supposed to be up here praying the Lord made her worthy to bring forth his miracle by the time the next Ceremony rolled around. But, fuck that. May the Lord truly bless her and get her out of the hell on Earth that was the Republic of Gilead. June is startled by the sound of the wooden floor creaking, by someone approaching "her" room. It's far too early for Rita to be dropping off another meal outside her door. No, this had to be someone else. She scrambled away from the window and settles upon the end of the bed. Hands resting within her lap and head down, her gaze remains downcast.

Truthfully, she expecting a pair of blue heels or black dress shoes to enter through the doorway, the Commander or Mrs. Waterford coming to speak of her punishment. But that's not what she's met with, rather it's smaller shoes and a blue-gray set of slacks. Her head lifts to meet the visitor's face. She knows him, although vaguely. He was their son, right? Orel, she recalls. What was he doing here?

❛ You aren’t supposed to be in here. Mrs. Water-... Your mother… she wouldn’t like it. ❜ And yet, she isn’t telling him to leave. Seems the handmaid is desperate for any sort of interaction after all this time.

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JUNE OSBORNE 1.04 "Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum"

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JUNE OSBORNE + all the fucks she gives

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The handmaid watches out the window as the Aunt leaves, a scowl ever present. June hated these check-ins, she hated the way Aunt Lydia tried to make small talk and all the questions that came with them. She hated having to put on her best performance, pretending she was someone she was not. With a roll of her eyes, the woman in red steps away from the window and settles into a chair. Her hand quickly finds her protruding midriff, feeling the baby kick. She’s all too aware of the Commander’s presence within the room and the silence that lingers between them.

This is the way it’s supposed to be, they aren’t meant to interact if they can help it. Still, things were all but typical in this household, weren’t they? And so, June breaks the silence.

❛ Aunt Lydia thinks it’s a boy, a "future Commander" she says. ❜

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The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-) dir. Dearbhla Walsh

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JUNE OSBORNE AM I RIGHT

[gildedenvy]

Serena Joy Waterford was a wife to one of the highest commanders in Gilead, yet she’d often felt insignificant where the other emerald-clad women floated effortlessly, fueled by pride and ego. Before the United States had become Gilead, she was a scholar and an author. She and Fred had worked hand in hand, and he valued her and made her feel loved and revered. The ghosts of memories were dangerous things that often danced within her mind in the late nights she couldn’t sleep, and now she faced them, even if she hadn’t realized that her musings had slipped out into the open with her Handmaid of all people to witness it.

Nonetheless, it was too late now. She had started to slowly unravel the threads of the cloak she donned to conceal her deepest thoughts, a metaphorical shield that ironically seemed to match the heavy green cloak on the coat hook in the office now while Fred was out of commission.

“Offred…”

The blonde hesitated and stared into a void her mind had spun upon the fibers of the page before her, jaw tense. She wasn’t sure if she should answer that question, considering the hierarchy society had placed them in and their stark contrast within it.

“Does anyone leave when they love anyone? Sometimes…,” she hesitated before pursing her lips and then dragging her delicate hand over her face after dropping the pen she held, “I still hope. Things weren’t always like this… Fred and I. We were younger once, excited about life…”

A wistful smile slowly came to be on her lips as she laid her chin in her hand, drawing in a steadying breath. The façade had come down between the two women in the safety of this little project they embarked upon. It was too late to turn back in this moment, and something felt good about Serena being able to finally speak.

To finally breathe.

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Does anyone leave when they love anyone? That question she could answer with ease. ❛ No, I guess not. ❜ She’d never leave Gilead without Hannah, not willingly anyhow. June promised herself she’d get her daughter out, and that much she intended to do. It didn’t matter how long it would take or what risks she’d face, Hannah would be home, with her real family, one day. June also promised she’d keep this new little one from growing up in this place. It’s another promise she planned on risking everything to keep. But love for your children was different from romantic love. It manifests differently, fills your form differently. It washes over you like some incoming wave you cannot fight.. You cannot help for whom you fall, even if that person is awful.

Though, with the way Serena seems so wistful, it’s not hard to imagine the Commander was different once. Maybe he let the power of Gilead go to his head, corrupt him and turn him into such a vile creature. Or maybe it was always there, just below the surface, lurking and awaiting it’s moment to shine. June, herself, has trouble thinking about him as anyone other than the man that rapes her monthly. The man who craves connection so desperately that he plays illegal Scrabble with the two-legged womb residing in his home.

❛ Forgive me, Mrs. Waterford, but how could you come to love someone so… ❜ She had to choose her words carefully, lest she wish this whole thing to go up in flames. ❛ Difficult to be around. Was he really different before this place? ❜ She thinks of Luke, her beloved husband fighting for her safe return in some other country. Then she thinks of Nick, her forbidden romance just under Gilead’s nose. Would she stay in this place for either of them the way she had for Hannah? June wasn’t sure she would. Romantic love was different, but it wasn’t that strong.

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The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-) dir. Dearbhla Walsh

[swiftedittland]

“it’s gonna be fine”

[osbxrne-a]

@gildedenvy said: “All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn’t be that hard but. . . it is.”

They’ve been at this for a few days now, this gig of writing and reviewing. Heretics, that’s what they are now. Admittedly, it’s kind of fun to talk about something other than her pregnancy or the weather. Sometimes they even get into topics such as these, talking about their places in Gilead. Seems Serena isn’t quite satisfied with her place here either. Wives have bad things too, the handmaid has to remind herself. ❛ May I be frank? ❜ She wouldn’t await her mistress’ permission, instead just move forward.

❛ It sounds like you’d be much happier outside of Gilead, Serena. You aren’t built for this world. ❜ Anyone who wasn’t a Commander couldn’t thrive here, she’d argue. ❛ Why don’t you leave? Have you ever… thought about it? ❜ This was dangerous territory she was entering and June knew it.

[soleiltm]

I SWEAR I’M NOT CRYING, THE SUN’S JUST BRIGHT! I’M HAVIN’ THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE.

[osbxrne-a]

smth smth i think june is so pretty