‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ Star Yvonne Strahovski: “Women’s Rights Are Human Rights” — Tribeca Studio
“I was really taken with Bruce’s writing. I loved the fact that it was
dripping with subtext, which I feel like is most actors’ dream, to have
material like that, where so much of the tension isn’t in the dialogue,”
Strahovski says. “Serena Joy has such a complicated burden, and there
[were] a lot of dualities I found in her.”
Like her co-star, Strahovski is perturbed by parallels between the
reality of the Hulu series and reality itself, finding the timing of the
project to be particularly interesting, beginning production
pre-election, watching the election results come in, and continuing on
with the series following this apparent turning point. “The Handmaid’s Tale is a human story, and women’s rights are human rights, and it’s all about equality, but at the end of the day, it’s not
equal,” the actress says of the series’ resonance. “You need a feminist
movement—you need to label that with something in order to shed light
on it, and I feel like there’s no way you can’t acknowledge those
parallels, especially in today’s political climate.”
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A/N: Shawn, waking you up in the middle of the night by eating you out. This wasn’t requested or anything but I do take requests as well as submissions so…. if you’re interested. Also, I am extremely tired at the moment so if this is crappy and short I’m sorry :)
“mmm fuck” I moan. I feel hands on my thighs and a warm wet tongue on my core.
Consciousness washes over me but I’m still too tired to open my eyes. I reach my hand down to where the pleasure was coming from and I feel a familiar head of hair between my legs. I can tell by the chirping of the birds and the lack of light shining on my lids that it can’t be past 6 am but Shawn is one for spontaneity so this isn’t a huge shocker.
His hand finds my own that rests at my side and locks our fingers together, he gives a little squeeze as his tongue slowly drags itself up my folds. When the tip of his tongue meets my clit, he holds it there and applies pressure before beginning to flick it lightly. I open my eyes as another moan slips past my lips. His tongue leaves my bundle of nerves and I can hear him swallow some saliva.
“am I mouth watering?” I tease, my voice drowning in rasp from slumber. He chuckles and I see his shadow sit up and soon after, he’s crawling up my body. “You are, actually” I can almost hear the smirk I know he’s wearing.
"Taste" he whispers and his lips meet mine. The soft pink muscle that was just working wonders on my center is now doing the same in my mouth. His, lips are so slick which makes our kiss very noisy but I’m not complaining and neither his he. He nudges my head to the side and gives himself access to my neck which he begins to nibble and lick on.
With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his broad back, I pull him closer and now I can feel that he’s still fully clothed. He must be in one of his “this is all about you” moods.
I’m definitely not arguing with that.
His hand leaves the side of my face and slides down to my core.
He rubs me until his fingers are coated and begins to massage circles on my clit. My head falls back and it feels as though every bit of air has been vacuumed out of my body. He finds my lips again but this time he uses no tongue. He gives me a nice, deep kiss. Then another. Then a third.
My toes curl as I feel my stomach tightening from how close I am. My slow breathing has now turned into full on pants and my head is absolutely spinning. He hisses against my lips before gently tugging my bottom one with his teeth and letting it snap back. “ahh Shawn please don’t stop” I whimper.
"I won’t” he groans.
I can tell that having me come undone underneath him is satisfying by the way he’s moaning without me physically pleasing him. My back arches as my legs start to subtly quiver. “fuck…yes baby mmm”
“that feels good?” He asks, face directly above mine, looking for any sign of me not enjoying this.
That’s one thing that annoys me about my little Shawnie. He’s never sure of himself even when I’m literally telling him how good he’s making me feel.
“I’m gonna-yes oh shawn…shawn” My moans are getting louder and louder but I can’t help it. “fuck Y/N you sound so damn sexy” I hear him say but too wrapped up in this burning sensation inside me to tell him how cheesy he sounded. My nails run down his back with enough caution to not actually injure him. Just wanna leave a couple red lines.
His fingers move quicker now that he knows I’m almost there. He dips his hand down to collect more of my juices before continuing to rub me. Over and over and over.
“oh I’m there-fuck Shawn! Ohhhh” he finally pushes me over the edge and he keeps drawing circles on my clit to ride out my orgasm. His name is the only word leaving my mouth.
I come down from my high, Shawn’s hand no longer moving but still resting on my center.
He leans down to kiss me and I feel a smile stretch across his mouth before we part. “Was that ok?” He chuckled. “Babe…”
“I know. You hate when I ask but I just…I like to be sure that I’m giving you what you need” he says nervously.
“You are giving me what I need, Shawnie. That was amazing…random but amazing” I laugh and he laughs too. He rolls off of me and pulls the blanket over us.
“What was that for anyway?” I ask as I yawn, still drunk off of sleepiness.
“I just couldn’t sleep. Don’t worry about it you can return the favor later on” once again, I can hear him smirking by the tone of his voice. I shake my head and cuddle into him. He loves being the little spoon.
I feel myself drifting off….I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.
you've got to read "saying your names" by Siken, it's so Flint, like he wrote it for Thomas, about all that softness that England tried to destroy and couldn't... let's cry together about this
I try, I do. I try and try. A happy ending? Sure enough — Hello darling, welcome home. I’ll call you darling, hold you tight. We are not traitors but the lights go out. It’s dark. Sweetheart, is that you? There are no tears, no pictures of him squarely. A seaside framed in glass, and boats, those little boats with sails aflutter, shining lights upon the water, lights that splinter when they hit the pier.
All night I stretched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.
Your name like an animal covered with frost, your name like a music that’s been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud, a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull of a boat that’s sinking to the sound of mermaids singing songs of love, and the tug of a simple profound sadness when it sounds so far away.
Imagine a room, a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore.
So the house is empty, sweetheart;
so the floor is cold.
So no one answers, honey,
when you say you’re home.
there’s someone coming
down that lonesome road.
I’ll be there soon,
let your light shine gold.
The lights shine above you. Music filled your ears as you slightly swayed to the music. A drink in your left hand and your right laid upon some random strangers shoulder. You could feel Kiseok glaring at your back and you could just imagine his jaw clenched and his hand tightening around his glass until his knuckles turned white. He could hear you laughter over the thumping bass. The male leaned closer and closer his warm breath laced with the scent of alcohol could be felt in your ear as he whispered to you.
Too drunk to understand you just gave a small chuckle and nodded. He grasped your hand in his and walked you swayed behind him the liquor effecting not only your mind but your body Kiseok wasn’t just going to left him walk off with you to god knows where so he slammed his drink on the table catching the attention of many wondering eyes and walked through the mass of sweaty bodies eyes going wild looking for you. Your figure clad in a whitedress huddled in the corner with that man that man who wasn’t Kiseok . His hands roamed slowly don’t your waist his mouth sucking on your neck.
Kiseok saw red as he rushed and threw you off the man landing a punch straight to the strangers jaw. You layed slump against the wall your head swayed side to side your vision blurry and the bass of the speaker just sounded like a constant thumping no music no words just thumping and that left you with a headache. The two man wrestled with eachother Kiseok threw punches to his face until he saw red blood ran down the mans face to his neck covered spots on his shirt and dripped to the floor. Jay and Hyuk Woo struggled with Kiseok to release his grip from the man he refused and latched his hands around the mans neck.
“Stop it.STOP IT. Your gonna kill him. KISEOK STOP.”
Hoodys voice filled your ears as you slumped even further down the wall your face met the coolness of the clubs floor.
His chest heaved up and down as he picked you up from the floor. You head rested in the crook of his neck as he threw your body over his shoulder. You could feel the sweat on his neck and his bloody knuckles dark red spots on your satin dress.
By the time you had sobered up a little Kiseok had you seated on a bar still as he stood infront of you. A cut rested below his eye. You reached out to him but he took a step back.
“You think this is funny don’t you. Feeling up some other man knowing damn well I could see everything.” His nostrils flared.
“I wasn’t feeling up anybody.” Your voice came out small different from your usual voice that was full of confidence and held power.
“Oh so running you hands down his chest isn’t feeling him up.” The sarcasm was evident in his voice.
You giggled. “Are you jealous Awww baby don’t be jealous I’m all yours.”
“Of course I’m jealous you’re supposed to be my girl your supposed to be by my side but instead you were out acting like some cheap whore.” You had hurt him an you knew that. He was always the one hurt in the long run and you were always the cause.
“ You would know a lot about cheap whores wouldn’t you. You seem to have had a lot in your time.” You took the blow at him knowing that he had been the most loyal man you had ever met.
“ Don’t try and turn this on me. I’ve been loyal to you throughout the entirety of this relationship and you go and through it in my face.” The tip of his ears were red his voice was low lower then usual.
“You’re a fucking liar.” Although you ha sobered up some your speech was still slurred.
“I forgave you for every wrong thing you’ve done to me. And this is how you repay me.” He had created a even further distance between you two.
“I looked past the lies and the cheating. Do you know how much it hurt to walk into my own apartment into my own room and see the women I love in the bed with one of my friends. HUH? DO YOU.” His voice raised and the volume made you flinch.
“LIAR. I’ve shown you nothing but love.”
“Is that what you call love. I thought you were the one what changed. What happened to you.”
“People change all the time. The world changes I didn’t ask for this. You think I wanna be like this they made me like this. All those men that hurt me. I swore to never let another man do be dirty.” He knew you past he knew what you were referring to. He swore to God to never do such a thing to you. So why this why treat him like this.
“So what you hurt them before they hurt you. I would’ve never hurt you I wanted to Spend the rest of my life with you.”
He walked to the drawer and threw a helmet box on the table inside hid an engagement ring.
“Do you know how many times I thought about how I would propose to you the smile on your face the happiness in your eyes. You in a white dress.”
“I’m sorry.” Your eyes concentrated on the floor below you.
“That’s it your sorry that’s all you have to say. Uh I’m getting to old for this. For the games when am I gonna get a chance when am I gonna find a girl that truly loves me what am I doing wrong. What’s wrong with me. ” his voice raspy some words incoherent. He was crying.
“When am I gonna get the chance to be truly happy. I thought you were the answer. I thought you would solve all my problems maybe that’s why I kept taking you back thinking you were my last chance so I pushed everything aside as of it didn’t happen as if it didn’t feel like you had ripped my heart out and stomped on it.”
Know it was your turn to cry. The salty tears ran down your face you could feel like on your lips.
“I never meant to hurt you Kiseok. I care for you.
” I should’ve took that as I sign how you never say I love you
You say I care for you
You y/n are incapable of love.“
“It’s obvious neither of us are happy so why are we still doing this. Why are we continuing on with this toxic relationship. Nobody is winning here.” He looked at you. You had looked him in the eyes once. You felt guilty he knew that but that wouldn’t change what you did now or in the past.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t do this please don’t leave me. Please. I’ll change I swear.” You pleaded.
“That’s the same thing you said last time and the time before that. And do you know what’s changed? Nothing.” The words familiar to the both of you and quite frankly he was tired of it.
He stepped closer until he reached your spot. His dark eyes peirced into your own. His warm hand met yours as he pulled you from your position and walked to the door.
“ No. NO. I mean it please don’t do this. We can fix this. We can fix us.” You voice became louder.
“What’s there to fix. We can’t fix anything if there’s no love. You no longer love me and I no longer love you.” It pained him to say it but it was the truth no matter how much it hurt.
You hands clutched the jewelry box you could fill the corners digging into your palm.
“Don’t leave me I’m sorry ok don’t do this.”
The boy was snatched from your hand. The door creaked on its hinges he placed you outside the threshold. For a moment he just stared into your eyes. Remembering all the moments you too shared. The good and the bad.
“One day you’ll find somebody you truly love somebody you could never dream of hurting. I hope you treat him right and I hope that I find I women to cherish and love until the day I die. I wish you the best. ”
A sad smile creeped upon his face as he closed the door.
Closed the door to a chapter of his life although not the rat it taught him some things taught him what he truly deserved. He deserved happiness and respect and nothing less and with closing that door he opened one of endless possibilities.
Thank you for being the US shining light in a very dark time. Who doesnt love people who run a fan fic page so that we can lock ourselves in our rooms and run away from society for a few hours (and late nights) . Thank you x
You’ve discovered our secret plan! To make all of fandom misanthropes who hide in the dark reading fic instead of interacting with society. bwahahahaha.
Got free VIP Suite tickets to the BTS concert in Newark last night // My sister already went to the first concert the other night and she had a good spot but even so she still wanted to go a second time and was begging me to go with her even tho i told her i was busy and lazy ((she didn’t want to be left alone with my workmates who were also going to be in the suite))
I was all “i don’t even know any of their songs and i have artworks to finish” but anyway ya I still got dragged
I liked some of their songs tho (and the choreography HHH) haha the concert was enjoyable even tho I had no idea what was happening 99% of the time (it was my first ever akjshskjdf) – also, that Rainbow Ocean (?) was so littttt