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darkcircles4lyfe · 10 months

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Love in Chaos

The way chapter 393 seized me from the inside out, brought me to my knees, smiling with fierce glee—it was all the proof I needed. All at once, a checklist I didn’t even know I was keeping started getting all its boxes ticked. I’ll admit that for some time, I haven’t been sure exactly how Toga’s story should be handled for her to get the care, nuance, and dignity she deserves. So I’ve been resigned, waiting to see what Horikoshi has to say about it. I didn’t know until I saw it, but I can tell we’re on exactly the same page.

This fight between Ochako and Toga—or should I say Himiko, since ya know, they’re both on a first name basis now—it’s a kind of breaking point for the overarching narrative and its themes. Here is where the big questions about hero/villain society are not only asked, but answered. Himiko, more than any of the other main villains, was branded with that label as far back as she can remember, without her having done anything except exist. Thus, she carries the weight of their society’s problems and becomes a symbol of the injustice in prejudice and fear, the brutal agony of being rejected by the world. I’ve maintained this resolve about the story for a long time: I will not be satisfied with an ending that constitutes a return to normal, or even a slightly amended normal. I know that it would be a disservice to Himiko if she were made to fit into society again, whether that be in death or reform or containment. Society has to change for her. After 393, I can tell that Horikoshi knows this too.

It’s the way Ochako steps up to this conversation so boldly and positions herself on Himiko’s side. When Himiko dismisses her words as fickle, claims she’ll go back on them and do horrible things to punish her according to hero society, Ochako comes right back and says no, this isn’t about what you’ve done, this is about you. I see you. I see your beautiful smile and I want to protect it.

Throughout her life, Himiko has not been treated like a real person, so of course this is what she needs. No lecture on morals could disarm her the way acceptance can. It’s also extremely refreshing and reassuring to see Himiko being taken seriously. I’m so incredibly excited for Ochako to accomplish such a completely transgressive act of unconditional love against this harsh world. I could stare in awe of the panels in this chapter for hours, how they’re drawn at the exact intersection of beauty, pain, and honesty. Grotesque violence and elegance. Power and vulnerability. I was so overcome that, for a while, I failed to register a crucial implication.

Enter: The Female Vampire Carmilla

She is referenced merely in passing, but as a rejected villain name for Himiko, speaks volumes. It’s difficult for me to find the words to summarize… perhaps you’ve heard by now that Carmilla is a gothic horror novella about a lesbian vampire. THE lesbian vampire, in fact—the one who popularized the trope. Knowing this, it is simple enough to apply the story of Laura and Carmilla in parallel to Ochako and Himiko, and register it as direct proof of the dynamic’s sapphic undertones being acknowledged and intentional. I mean. Look at them.

Yeah. But that’s not all. That isn’t what really makes it noteworthy. Put in context: Himiko has been called a soulless inhuman vampire since childhood, and shunned for it. To her, this or any villain name would be a reminder of her lack of agency in identity. Add to this the overall themes of 393 I just described, and suddenly it becomes clear that Himiko is set in contrast against much of what Carmilla, as a fearful narrative about the supernatural, represents.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me provide some details about Carmilla for those who aren’t familiar. The story was written in 1872 by Sheridan Le Fanu, and belongs to a genre characterized by a revival of Gothic aesthetics in service of providing mystery, intrigue, and suspense to a very Victorian expression of fear. On top of that, Carmilla directly influenced Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and set the precedent for many vampire portrayals to come. Many female vampire characters reference her at least in their name, and the novella has been adapted and reinterpreted countless times. Because of this, it is admittedly difficult to be sure of Horikoshi’s familiarity with the original, or pinpoint any other potential influence he may have picked up from another adaptation. One could quite literally write a whole book about the many iterations and widespread impact of Carmilla. This is why, however, I believe I can confidently say that Himiko being compared to a female vampire has implications that are felt no matter one’s familiarity with the origin of the trope. Certain things are baked into the definition through generations of media. The female (lesbian) vampire implies predation, deception, lust, a danger to innocent young women. She represents an inhuman desire that must be vanquished.

In the novella, the main character Laura becomes a fast, intimate friend to Carmilla, a strikingly beautiful and captivating young lady who has suddenly appeared in her life. Laura admires and loves Carmilla dearly, but feels conflicted in moments where Carmilla is overcome by a desire that is explicitly compared to that of a lover. She talks of blood, death, sacrifice, and unity all while holding her close and kissing her. Whether or not this is hot, or whether Laura reciprocates any desire is, I guess, up to interpretation. But one thing is for sure: the ending of the story is not in Carmilla’s favor. I’d argue it’s not in Laura’s favor either. Look, I was an English major. I’m very familiar with discussions along the lines of “is ___ gay?” and “is ___ a sympathetic portrayal of ___ ?” It’s definitely gay, but the rest is unclear. There might be a tangent to go on about how Le Fanu’s complicated relationship with religion may have informed his characterization of General Spielsdorf and the other men who hunted down Carmilla’s grave and destroyed her. Regardless, there is narrative injustice in the way Laura is removed from these events, sent home and only told about what happened later. She loses agency. Her narrations become distant and clinical. In the very end, she describes being plagued by visions of Carmilla, sometimes as her beloved companion, and sometimes as a fearful monster. To me, this represents the lack of closure she has, either to reconcile these two sides of her, or mourn her loss.

There is also so much we’ll never know about Carmilla herself. The finality of her condemnation silences the multifaceted character that was only partially revealed to us. There is an inferred humanity to her, a self-awareness, a true romanticism, that gets dismissed by the people’s understanding of what a vampire is: a deception.

Keep in mind this tragedy. Fast forward through countless vampire portrayals to the present, to Himiko. What a contrast indeed. Remember, she does not want to be called “Carmilla,” or “Vampire.” To make such a reference in a chapter that is showcasing Ochako’s acceptance of Himiko implies that the trope is being broken. It is as if Laura were to go running to Carmilla’s grave herself, throw her own body over her in protection, and shun everyone else’s superstition and desire for vengeance.

(footnote: the above is supposed to say “Himiko-chan” but you know who is a buttface)

Here’s the kicker: since female vampires are so closely tied to negative and predatory portrayals of lesbians, this humanization of Himiko also suggests that her queerness will likewise be treated openly and sympathetically, because there no longer exists an allegory that could be used for dismissing it. Ochako has already made monumental assertions in this chapter. By saying she admires her openness and envies her beautiful smile, and by presenting complete vulnerability in offering her blood, she swiftly separates herself from the lifetime of persecution Himiko has dealt with. It all represents so much more than those who mistakenly call it “yuri pandering” could hope to understand. This is the real deal.

So what is this talk about romance they’re supposed to have? I firmly believe whatever Ochako says, it has to be a very surprising revelation, for both Himiko as well as us, the audience. Otherwise all the hype and mystery makes no sense. If Ochako has something so important to say, it can’t be to confirm Himiko’s assumptions. Whenever I try to dissect the exact possibilities, I get hopelessly tangled up in semantics, but ultimately I just hope to get Ochako’s perspective in full, especially as it relates to what other people think of her.

Actually, I had an idea while writing this. I saw someone on twitter (I think jokingly) bring up the All Might doll, like oh god, what if it comes up again. Ok but listen. There’s a LOT of potential symbolism in the token from Izuku that Ochako has kept being a doll of All Might specifically. We all know it calls to mind Izuku’s emulation of All Might, which resulted in the aspects of Izuku that Ochako herself admired. We can also easily infer that during the mission to rescue Izuku, Ochako saw the darker side of these traits. Okay, so here’s another wrinkle: All Might, as a near mythical figure, represents hero society. He’s the hero archetype, an upholder of the status quo, “peace,” and his weakening under all the pressure implies a flawed system.

Nighteye predicted All Might’s death, but also admitted that a strong enough collective will can change the course of his predictions. Ochako sites Nighteye’s own death as an origin for her beginning to question who exactly in this world needs saving. If you know my meta, you know that I believe All Might needs to die in symbol only. Right now, Ochako is throwing out an awful lot of things heroes take for granted. Things everyone takes for granted. The outcome of this fight could be a turning point in the war that completely changes the tone. If Ochako is to accomplish this by way of an intimate talk of romance, well…

Bye-bye, All Might!

#for the record I love toshinori so much #bnha 393 #bnha manga #mha #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #togachako #meta #lin speaks #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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astarion-dekarios · 2 years

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Dr. Alan L. Hart’s Unpublished Autobiography

Dr. Alan Hart, celebrated physician and pioneer of the x-ray photography in the detection of tuberculosis, was one of the first transgender men to receive gender confirmation surgery in the United States. Although his will stipulated that his personal papers and photographs be destroyed, earlier in his life he expressed a serious desire to publish an autobiography describing his experience as a trans man and doctor, to the point of writing out a manuscript which he sent, along with letters detailing his experience, to Mary Roberts Rinehart, renowned mystery writer[1]. The manuscript was never published and was probably destroyed, making his account of his experience in the letters the closest thing we have to his autobiography. You can find the digitized copy of the letters in the note below, but I’ve also included a transcription under the cut for accessibility purposes.

[1] A. L. Hart to Mary Roberts Rinehart, 3 August 1921. SC.1958.03, box 21, folder 8, Mary Roberts Rinehart Papers, ULS Archives and Special Collections, University of Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh, PA. https://historicpittsburgh.org/islandora/object/pitt:31735037971201/viewer#page/19/mode/2up

Thermopolis, Wyoming.

August 3, 1921.

Mrs. Mary Roberts Rinehart,

c/o Eaton’s Ranch,

Sheridan, Wyoming.

My dear Mrs. Rinehart:

I should not have the temerity to approach you as I am doing were it not for two things: First, the fact that both you and Dr. Rinehart belong to the medical world – of which I, too, am a part – and second, my conviction that you are as big and liberal-minded as your stories would indicate. So I venture to ask that you will read my letter and consider it.

I was graduated from the Medical School of the University of Oregon (in Portland) in 1917 at the age of 27. Until that time – thru common school, High School. University and professional school – I lived as a woman. Shortly before my graduation I consulted a psychiatrist in Portland, Dr. Gilbert, a physician of established reputation; and with him made a complete study of my case, my individual history and that of my family. This was followed by a complete, careful physical examination. The diagnosis arrived at may be summarized as follows: Complete, congenital and incurable Homosexuality together with a marked modification of the physical organization from the feminine type.

At this stage in my career, life had become so unbearable that I felt myself confronted by only two alternative courses – either to kill myself or refuse to live longer in my misfit role of a woman. I chose the latter, and submitted myself for an exploratory laperotomy for the purpose of establishing definitely and indisputably my proper role, with the result that I left the hospital as a man.

To say the least, the situation in which I now found myself, bristled with difficulties. My family did not know of my operation nor of my transformation; neither did my most intimate friends. I was faced with the problem of making a living and my way in the world alone. It was in war time and my eligibility for the military service was an open question. The legality of the whole procedure was uncertain. The legal phase of the matter was taken up and attended to for me by Judge John B. Cleland of Portland, Oregon. Since I dreaded ridicule and publicity, and feared my friends might feel themselves embarrassed by what I had done, I resolved simply to drop out of their ken, and with that in view, secured an interneship in the City and County Hospital in San Fransisco and went there to take up my duties as soon as I was able to do so.

My work went smoothly and well and things seemed in a fair way to adjust themselves, when by chance I was recognized at a public clinic by a young woman physician who had attended university at the same time I did. She spread the story among her acquaintances in the hospitals of the city, that I had once dressed as a woman and was now posing as a man. This coming to my ears, I went to the Superintendent of our hospital – told him the truth of the case – showed him my documentary proofs and voluntarily resigned. He gave me assurance that he would squelch any further notoriety about the hospital. Imagine my feelings, therefore, only a few days later, to open the Examiner one morning and find a garbled account of the whole thing smeared in broad head-lines across the page. The story was carefully written to convey the impression that I was a rank imposter and had fled before the righteous indignation of the authorities; it had been inspired by the young woman who had recognized me and the heads of the hospital I had just left.

I took my letters and statements and went with them to the editor of the Examiner. He realized, at once, that his paper was being used as an instrument of spite and killed the story in the city and stopped further stuff from going out over the Associated Press.

I was more or less stunned by what had happened. I had been prepared for criticism and ridicule – I was accustomed to them. But it had never occurred to me that people might want to hound and persecute me for my change in role. I had lived as a woman because that was my social standing, and had been made fun of and called ‘half-man, and now when I had faced the situation and righted the grotesquely false position in which I had lived so long, it seemed that the public would damn me because I had once, perforce, worn skirts. I tried to get other hospital work. I went to the men who had been my chiefs and told them the truth and asked their aid in securing another position; to a man they turned me down. I tried to get other sorts of work and failed for the same reason as soon as I gave my name. Then my family employed counsel and instituted proceedings to have my name legally changed; and the medical school from which I had been graduated served notice on us that if we persisted they would rescind my diploma and have me disbarred from practice.

Finally, I made up my mind to ‘face the music’ without any attempt at concealment, so I went back home to the little town where I had been raised and gone to school. That was the hardest thing I ever did. This over, I went down into the woods in Southern Oregon and ran a hospital for the lumbermen and spruce boys until the Influenza had passed and the war was over. In the early Spring of 1918, I came to Montana and located at Huntley, a few miles east of Billings where I practiced until last February. Crops have been very poor in Montana for several years and that made collections very slow; the work was hard and trying, covering as it did a territory seventy miles long. I was anxious to work into X-Ray and diagnosis instead of general country practise, so I came last Spring to Thermopolis to be Roentgenologist and Pathologise in Dr. Hamilton’s hospital here. So far as I know my history is not known to anyone in this part of the country.

To establish the authenticity of my story and give you some side-lights upon it, I am enclosing a number of letters from Dr. Gilbert and others, relative to my predicament. Dr. Gilbert is a man well known in his specialty. He published a detailed medical account of the whole affair in The Jounral of Nervous and Mental Diseases for October, 1920. I should be glad to furnish you with a reprint of this article, at a future time, should you care to see it.

As you will observe in these letters, Dr. Gilbert has always urged me to write and publish my own story. In the height of my trouble in 1918, I wrote a first-draft of an auto-biography – or rather it boiled out from me without let or hindrance. This Spring I have gone over it and re-written it with a view to publication. The manuscript is now in the hands of the copyist. I want to ask you to read it and give me your opinion of it and advise me as to its publication.

I do not wish to sail under false colors, and so I will admit at once that my motives are not altogether altruistic in this. My purpose in writing the book has been serious – and my hope that it might accomplish some good for my fellow-unfortunates, very strong – but there is another side to the matter: It is a grave undertaking to bare one’s whole heart before the world; and it is too much to expect a man to do so without reward. I had neither money nor backing when I embarked upon my career as a man four years ago this month; I have had every inch of the way to fight; I have asked no favors from anyone. But it has been mighty hard work and nerve-racking and I am tired. I have never asked for sympathy nor do I want it; I am still capable of standing on my two legs that have held me up for thirty-one years. But if I can make something out of this book, it will relieve the financial pressure and make life much easier and pleasanter for me. So I admit that my motives are mixed; but whose are not?

I have read many of your stories – you are the only writer I know who can get the right atmosphere for things medical. I have also read your accounts of your trips thru the West and your husband’s articles in the Post. Will you pardon the slang, if I say that these have given me a hunch that you are ‘regular fellows’? And because of this, I have dared to intrude myself upon you. I shall be more than grateful, if you will allow me to send you the manuscript and give me a personal interview before you return East. I want your criticism and advice.

I have made some notations on the letters enclosed to orient them properly in the current of events. These papers I should like to have returned as I value them highly. I have had to throw overboard almost all the associations and friendships and foundations of the first twenty-seven years of my life; the little that is left, I prize.

I shall await a reply from you with eagerness.

Very sincerely yours,

A. L. Hart

THE HOPEWELL HOSPITAL Thermopolis, Wyoming.

A. G. HAMILTON, M. D. CHIEF SURGEON

August 12, 1921.

My dear Mrs. Rinehart:

It is hard for me to tell you what my feelings were when I had read your letter. I had hoped but hardly dared expect courtesy and understanding of this type. I appreciate it with my whole heart.

I understand your hesitation in expressing an opinion as to the feasibility of publication, especially in view of the character of the subject-matter. It will mean a good deal to me to have you read the manuscript. It will go forward to you tomorrow.

As much as I shall value an opinion of yours on this manuscript, I am even more interested to know whether you will think I have any gift for writing. When I was younger I was interested in literature, and wrote a little while I was in college. Then for ten years the writing instinct was entirely submerged. During the past year it has cropped out again. My time is pretty well taken up, but I have been writing in spare hours a sort of journal of a doctor’s life. It seems to me that a physician’s life is richer than most men’s in the elements of both tragedy and comedy; but more than that I want to picture his own individuality – the graduation with high ideals of service in his profession and bounding ambition, the struggle to make a living and pay the bills, the fight to keep his idealism in the face of ungrateful patients and fee-splitting, cut-rate competitors, the flickering down of his desire to serve as he sees the quack’s commercial success, the waning of youth and its enthusiasms and courage under the burden of the mid-day, the occasional flarings of the old ambitions and hopes and the slowly-dawning realization that the heights are for only the few among whose number he is not, the final determination to play out the game as it has been given him and go out of the world a ‘good sport’ if nothing else. The whole thing a sort of resume of the flickering and blazing and dying of the torch of life. Is the idea worth anything, or am I wasting my time trying to write it down?

I shall be obliged to go to Billings in a very short time to attend to some business connected with my property in Montana. If it would not be asking too much, I should like above all things to go down and meet you and Doctor Rinehart, as much as anything else to express my appreciation of your good sportsmanship more fittingly.

I am

Very sincerely yours,

A. L. Hart

#transgender #trans history #queer #Alan L Hart #from the archives #queer history #trans

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amandamdle · 1 year

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Week 4: High-Performing Teams

When was a time when your were on a high performing team (if you have not been part of a high performing team select your best team experience):

What was happening that made it a high performing team?

The team I recall as being the best team experience, I had was during my first year at Sheridan. I was in a team with 4 people. Out of the 4 people, 2 of them were highly motivated and communicative. All members got their work done on time consistently and also provided high-quality work. The way we were working made me truly feel like the team was striving to achieve the same goal I had. Which was to receive a high mark on the project. In many of my other school projects, I felt that I was the only one who was aiming for a perfect mark. People would submit work that showed no effort or didn’t complete their work on time. However, in this group I felt like everyone was competent and motivated in the same way I was. There were very few revisions needed because the quality of work was so high. In other groups, I always ran into someone who would ask unnecessary questions that had already been answered in the group discussion or during class which led to wasted time. However, in this group everyone did their best to stay on top of tasks and information.

What was your contribution to the team development?

My main contribution to the team’s development was acting as a facilitator to get work done. I organized the work, divided the workload between members, created due dates, and gave an overview of the group project when needed. Doing this helped to keep the team on the same page throughout the project. Our team was able to get work done better because each person knew what they were responsible for, how to do it, and how their part would impact the result of the project. Additionally, being communicative in the group chat was something I also contributed. I made sure to summarize information when needed as well as restate important facts or decisions at the end of conversations. This helped to align all team members on the agreed upon goals and objectives of the project or work.

My personal contribution was that I always made sure to get my work done in a timely manner. Additionally, I made it a point to always put my best effort into the group work. I did these two things while also keeping the idea of achieving the goal of a high mark in mind. My team members rely on me to get work done in a certain way, so I want to make sure that I am meeting their expectations. Additionally, seeing me work this way, also encourages them to perform at the same level. This helps to build trust with team members and encourages an overall higher performing team.

As you look back on this team now, what might you change about the team and about your role in the team? Why?

Looking back on this team, I would change a few things. The first one would be to distribute work in a way that takes advantage of the skillsets of certain team members. I felt that one member was struggling to complete his work. In the end, he had to reach out to the group a few times to make sure he was completing the work correctly. The section he worked on ended up costing the group a few marks. I feel that this could have been avoided if I was more careful about distributing work in a way that played to team member’s strengths. Another thing I would have changed was to get other team members to be more involved as a facilitator as well. Sometimes team members would get lost or confused because they relied on my organization and summaries to keep them in the loop. Having other members get involved in the organization tasks can help them to stay engaged throughout the project.

Think of how you currently respond to conflict in a team. In what ways does this help develop the team and develop yourself. If you feel another approach to handling conflict might be more effective what might that be?

Personally, when I sense conflict is approaching, I tend to take a collaborating approach. I feel that a compromising approach is the way to handle conflict as it takes into consideration each party’s perspectives and insights. Because of this all parties feel like they are equals and that they contributed. This means that no party feels that their opinions or needs weren’t attended to. Furthermore, a collaborating style ensures that no one party is being favored over the other. When people feel like they haven’t been heard, this leads to resentment within a team and can cause issues with work. To continue, this style of conflict resolution also ensures that the problem does get solved. This is unlike an avoiding approach which evades the conflict entirely and doesn’t provide a real solution to the problem. The collaborating style ensures a proper solution to a problem rather than allowing trade-offs or even splits of blame. Lastly, because the collaborating style recognizes everyone’s perspective and needs, it makes sure that everyone is involved in the problem-solving process. Inadvertently, this can help build a stronger team. Overall, I feel that a collaborating style of conflict resoluation is the most effective across a wide variety of situations. It allows team members to feel heard, involves them in the process of creating a solution, and strengthens team bonds which can help develop a higher performing team.

If you could do one thing differently when working in future teams what might that be? Why?

In the future, one thing I would do differently, is to get team members to be more involved throughout the whole process of a project. Projects tend to be a few weeks long. However, most of the time, after the group has split up the work at the beginning of the project, everyone spends most of that time working individually. This often causes people to not be on the same page and creates issues with the flow of the project. Rather than having most of the conversation at the beginning and ending of a project, I will try to create conversation throughout the entire duration of the project. Whether this be to check in on everyone’s progress or get discussions going about the work being done. That way team members will be aware of other people’s work and the entire project rather than just focusing on their individual section.

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lerbts · 3 years

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Laughable Living

Living with the boys was an experience; to say the least. It seemed no matter what you did you'd been being tickled recently and for the life of you; you couldn't figure out why

It was beyond flustering.

You were 100% sure when you moved in with them that they didn't know anything at all about your love for it. Yet it seemed they now did, somehow. The looks Jimin and Jungkook shared over your head before simultaneously raising your arms and attacking your torso and underarms respectively was hard to ignore.

Taehyung too, wasn't subtle. He suddenly began squeezing your sides while you were in the kitchen the next day making cereal. He made you jolt and squeal as you whirled to see his boxy grin.

"Aw look at that beaming smile~ I should do this more often! You're like my own personal stress ball. Go ahead cutie you can laugh I promise I won't poke fun too bad~"

Well now you were red and pouting too as giggles broke through his fingertips; swirling up to scribble at your ribs.

"Don't be mhehehehean!! Tae, no fhahahir!!"

His answering smile was sardonic as he leaned down to whisper ticklishly into your ear.

"All's fair in love and war baby don't you know that?"

Next was Hoseok. He'd always been playful to the extreme but it was typically pranks with Jungkook or the occasional poke not straddling your back and making you pound your fists into the couch in mirth as he wiggled your toes, laughing along with you.

"Man you're way more ticklish than I thought you'd be! Jimin was right you're really just a little hypersensitive ball of nerves, aren't you sweetie?"

He cooed, all sugary comments until you were panting when he finally let you up.

Come nighttime; you were with Joon in his studio, having been unable to sleep thanks to negative thoughts keeping you awake. The sound of his humming as he worked our melodies and beats was soothing and the repetitiveness brought you peace.

Yet you still felt anxious.

You were so out of it you didn't even notice Namjoon pulling you into his side as he sat beside you until you were already being thoroughly cuddled.

"I'm here. Try and get some rest okay?"

His own voice was husky from sleepiness and his fingers traced patterns into your neck. You giggled lightly into his chest until you both passed out, him eventually sliding back to lay down and you snuggled on his chest.

Cooking with Jin was always fun and this time was no different. He helped to teach you and was always patient; something you weren't used to in the kitchen. He was always so gentle whenever he moved you aside but this time he was too gentle and you yelped as he accidentally brushed your waist while moving you a little to the left to grab the oregano.

It passed without incident this time and you couldn't help but relax again; focused on making breakfast for everyone, but especially for Namjoon to thank him for his kindness and patience with you last night.

It was only when the food was all cooling did Jin strike, cornering you against the wall and wiggling fingers making you curl in on yourself as he hugged you and nuzzled your neck.

"Jin nhohohoho!! You jheheheherk!!"

Your insult only earned you a raspberry right where your shoulder met your neck but you weren't truly complaining. At your shriek he sent you to wake up the sleeping dragon; otherwise known as Yoongi and you stealthily entered his room, a woman on a mission.

You raised your fingers, deciding to spread the love and maybe make him not so grumpy if he woke with a smile on his face but the second your fingers dug into his sides you found yourself tugged into the bed and being attacked.

"You really should know better than to wake up the tickle monster so early dummy…"

The words, rough from sleep made your face flame and Yoongi smirked tiredly as he yawned and squeezed your kicking knees while straddling your waist.

And if the boys shared a knowing grin at your giddy laughter once they reached the kitchen, fondness evident, well; maybe you weren't nearly as alone in your enjoyment as you thought.

#sheridan summarizes #lb: tickle fics #bts fluff #bts tickle fic #bts tickle fics #bts x reader #bangtan x reader #bts x you #bangtan x you #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #can be read platonic or romantic tbh but i wrote it mainly platonic!

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sheridans-boys · 5 years

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Tainting Purity Boys and OC

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I'll be adding to this list as I publish more works! This blog will (hopefully) be ever-evolving!

2. OC's will be referred to as Sheridan(my name in case you don't know) to fill in the reader position, just so it's not confusing since the asker is typically the reader is roleplays.

3. Be descriptive! As you know I'm a writer and I really need something to work with! I'll adapt to your length but please try, that's all I ask. The occasional script for actions is fine but NO text talk. I draw the line there.

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Please send a 69 somewhere in your first ask so I know that you read the rules!

8. If it's a one off question please go to @sevenincubistolemyheart! This blog is ONLY for extended talks/roleplays!

9. Talks will be done through asks so it's more organized for everyone! If anon please assign yourself an emoji or word so I can tag your asks! Reblogged replies I do are only for rps where I am participating as the initiator so I can reply using this blog and not my main!

That's about it! Love you all, the guys and I are so excited to talk to you!

#kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #kim seokjin x you #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #jung hoseok x you #jung hoseok x reader #park jimin x you #park jimin x reader #kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #rules #talks #sheridan summarizes

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