#sent to tempt me

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter two

chapter two: unsettled

chapter summary: Expecting someone quiet and bookish, Yunho is shocked by Mingi’s effortless confidence, tattoos, and the way he fills the room. As the day unfolds, Yunho can’t stop thinking about Mingi and the pull he feels. But the real shock comes later, when Yunho overhears something that completely upends his expectations..

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.6k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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author's note: guys i am SO lazy to read the chapters i write after myself god damn. also do you like these shorter chapters or do you want longer ones?

The voice carried a playful undertone, but there was something deeper in it that made Yunho’s heart skip a beat, something both light and dangerous. He turned sharply toward the door.

Mingi stood in the doorway, one hand resting casually on the frame, the other holding a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He was tall—easily taller than Yunho—and his presence filled the room without him even trying. He had this air about him, effortless and confident, like he belonged here in a way Yunho wasn’t sure he did.

His dark hair was slightly messy, falling into his eyes in a way that looked more intentional than accidental. A single earring glinted against his jawline, and the faintest trace of tattoos peeked out from under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. His whole look screamed rebellion, freedom—something Yunho hadn’t quite been able to wrap his mind around.

Yunho swallowed hard.

“Oh, uh… I didn’t mean to touch it,” he stammered, quickly stepping back. His face felt hot, and he prayed Mingi wouldn’t notice.

Mingi shrugged, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he dropped his bag onto the couch. He barely looked at Yunho as he plopped down, his posture relaxed and nonchalant, as though he owned the place. One arm rested on the back of the couch, the other draped over his knee, and he settled in like he’d been here for years.

Yunho stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. This wasn’t what he expected. Not at all.

His roommate—this was his roommate? The guy with tattoos, an earring, and the kind of smirk that could make anyone feel like they were the punchline of a joke?

“Nice to meet you, by the way,” Mingi said, his grin widening when he noticed Yunho’s unease.

Yunho felt his stomach twist into knots. His mind raced. This guy—Mingi—wasn’t anything like what he had imagined. In his head, Yunho had pictured someone quiet, reserved, maybe a little nerdy—someone like him, someone who’d want to spend hours reading and discussing novels. But this Mingi, with his relaxed attitude and the aura of danger hanging around him, made Yunho feel small.

“Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you too,” he managed, his voice strained. He hated how it sounded, as though he wasn’t sure of himself. Wasn’t sure of this whole situation.

Mingi raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Yunho for a moment longer than necessary. “You’re Yunho, right? Literature major?”

“Yeah,” Yunho said, gripping the strap of his backpack tightly. His knuckles turned white from the pressure. “And you’re…?”

“Mingi,” he replied simply, leaning back into the couch as if he had all the time in the world. “Also literature. Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

Yunho tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. His thoughts were scattered—Why was someone like Mingi studying literature? And why did it feel like the room had gotten ten degrees warmer since Mingi walked in?

Mingi didn’t seem to notice Yunho’s discomfort. His eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, sharp and unreadable, before he stood up and stretched his arms over his head with a yawn.

“Well, I’m gonna unpack,” he said casually, grabbing his duffel bag. “See you around, roomie.”

And with that, he disappeared into the other bedroom, leaving Yunho standing in the middle of the room, his heart still racing. He felt more off-balance than he ever had in his life.

Who the hell is this guy?

Yunho sank onto the edge of the couch, hands clasped in his lap. Mingi’s presence lingered even though he was gone—an invisible weight that pressed against Yunho’s chest. He tried to piece it all together, to make sense of why his roommate felt so… overwhelming.

No. Stop it. You’re just overthinking. Yunho gave his head a quick shake. It didn’t matter who Mingi was or how he carried himself. What mattered was that Yunho was here to study, to focus on literature, and to stay on track.

But something about Mingi—his smirk, his tattoos, the way he filled the room like he belonged in every corner of it—pulled Yunho in. A magnetic, almost irritating draw he couldn’t shake.

No. He cannot think like this. Yunho stood abruptly, forcing himself to unpack. If he kept busy, maybe he could stop thinking about the roommate who had just upended his expectations.

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The shrill beeping of an alarm jolted Yunho awake. For a moment, he forgot where he was, his eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. The sunlight streaming through the blinds reminded him: college. Dorm. Roommate.

He rolled out of bed, rubbing his face as he tried to shake off the grogginess. Through the thin walls, he heard movement from the other room—Mingi, probably getting ready. Yunho’s stomach twisted at the thought of seeing him again.

When Yunho stepped into the living room, already dressed, he found Mingi lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. His dark hair was still damp from a shower, and he wore a simple white t-shirt and black jeans. Yunho’s eyes caught on his hands—rings glinting on nearly every finger, his nails painted a glossy black.

Something about the contrast between the rings and the dark polish made Yunho’s chest tighten. It was such a small detail, yet it added to the effortless edge that Mingi seemed to carry, making him even more…

Yunho stopped himself. No. Absolutely not. Stop thinking like that.

“Mornin',” Mingi said, not looking up.

“Morning,” Yunho replied stiffly, keeping his eyes on the floor, he turned abruptly toward the kitchenette, focusing on pouring cereal as if it were the most important task in the world, avoiding the way Mingi seemed so… relaxed, like he had already claimed the space as his own.

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The campus was alive with the kind of chaotic energy Yunho hated. Crowds of students swarmed every pathway, some looking just as confused as him, while others seemed to move with an easy confidence that made him feel even more out of place. It was overwhelming—the laughter, the shouts, the hum of a thousand conversations happening at once.

Yunho gripped his schedule tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to focus on where he was supposed to go, his other hand ghosting over the rosary he grabed last minute today and put it in his pocket, just to make sure. Intro to Literary Theory. Room 203. Easy enough to find, right?

He weaved through the crowd, dodging groups of friends chatting in the middle of the walkway, and barely managed to avoid tripping over someone’s abandoned skateboard. By the time he found the building, he was already exhausted.

Inside, the lecture hall was massive, rows of seats climbing higher and higher toward the back. Yunho hesitated, scanning the room for a seat that felt… safe. Not too far in the back, where he’d look like a slacker, but not too close to the front either. Eventually, he settled in the middle, pulling out his notebook and pen like it was some kind of armor.

The professor started talking, her voice droning on about the syllabus and expectations, but Yunho couldn’t concentrate. His mind kept circling back to Mingi.

Mingi, who had greeted him so casually that morning, like they’d known each other for years. Mingi, with his damp hair, painted nails, and those stupid silver rings that Yunho couldn’t stop noticing. He’d been sitting on their couch like he owned the place, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world.

It wasn’t fair how someone could seem so effortless. Yunho had barely managed to keep his voice steady when he said “morning,” and even then, it had come out stiff and awkward.

Mingi didn’t have that problem. He moved through life like he belonged everywhere. Like the world had been made to fit him, not the other way around.

Yunho scribbled something in his notebook, not even sure what it was. Why am I thinking about him so much? He forced himself to focus on the lecture, but it was useless.

By lunchtime, Yunho’s brain felt like it had been wrung out like a sponge. He trudged to the cafeteria, hoping to find a quiet corner where he could eat and recharge.

The cafeteria was a zoo. Tables were packed with groups of students laughing, talking, and shouting across the room. The smell of fried food and coffee lingered in the air, making Yunho’s stomach churn. He grabbed a tray and loaded it with something vaguely edible before scanning the room for a free seat.

That’s when he saw him again.

Mingi was sitting at one of the tables near the window, surrounded by people. A group of at least five or six students leaned in close, laughing and talking like they were best friends. And Mingi? He didn’t even have to try.

He wasn’t the one telling jokes or trying to dominate the conversation. No, Mingi just sat there, leaning back in his chair with a lazy grin, and everyone else flocked to him like moths to a flame. When he laughed—head thrown back, his whole face lighting up—it was like the whole room noticed.

Yunho hated the way his chest tightened at the sight. He quickly ducked his head and headed for a table in the corner, as far away from the commotion as possible.

Of course he’s already popular. Yunho stabbed at his food with his fork, his appetite gone. It made sense. Someone like Mingi didn’t have to work for attention. He just existed, and people came to him.

Yunho tried to eat, but his eyes kept flicking back to that table. To the way Mingi’s rings caught the light when he gestured. To the way the girls in the group leaned closer, giggling at something he said.

It was infuriating.

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By the time Yunho got back to the dorm, he was completely drained. His first day of classes had been a blur of new faces, confusing syllabi, and the overwhelming realization that he was way out of his depth.

All he wanted to do was crash on his bed and not think for a while.

But when he walked into the dorm, the sound of voices stopped him in his tracks.

They were coming from Mingi’s room.

Yunho hesitated in the doorway, his ears straining to catch what was being said. The door to Mingi’s door was thin just enough for the sound to drift through—low, muffled laughter and the occasional murmur of conversation.

He already has someone over? Yunho frowned, dropping his bag by the couch. He wasn’t surprised, not really. Mingi seemed like the type to make friends instantly. Outgoing, confident, the kind of person people gravitated toward.

Still, it was annoying. Yunho couldn’t even get through the first day without feeling like he was falling apart, and Mingi was already entertaining guests?

He walked to his own room, sat on his bed and pulled out a book, trying to lose himself in the familiar comfort of words. But the voices he heard from Mingi’s room made it impossible to focus.

Yunho sighed, setting the book aside. He could feel a headache forming behind his eyes. He decided for a short nap.

Eventually, nature called, and Yunho groaned, peeling himself off the bed. His back cracked as he stretched, and he yawned, rubbing at his tired eyes. The day had drained him, and all he wanted was to pee, maybe grab a glass of water, and go straight to bed again. He shuffled toward the bathroom, still half out of it.

That’s when he heard it.

A moan.

Yunho froze mid-step, his ears perking up like a startled animal.

Was that…? No, it couldn’t be.

But then it came again, soft but unmistakable.

Oh. My. God.

A rush of heat hit his face, and he stood there, awkwardly rooted to the spot. Seriously? Already? It was only the first day of school, and Yunho was overhearing his roommate hooking up? He hadn’t even been here a full twenty-four hours yet!

Yunho’s eyes darted to Mingi’s closed door, his lips pressed into a tight line. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Great. Just great. His mysterious, tattooed, effortlessly cool roommate had someone in his room, and Yunho was here, stuck in the hallway, trying not to combust from secondhand embarrassment.

He shifted awkwardly, debating whether to just head back to his room and forget this ever happened. But then—

Another sound.

This time it wasn’t a moan. It was a groan.

Yunho’s eyes widened. That wasn’t just anyone’s voice—it was Mingi’s.

His heart started to race, and his stomach did a weird little flip. He immediately hated how aware he was of the sound. It was low and rough, and Yunho couldn’t stop himself from hearing it again and again in his head, even after it faded into silence.

What the hell was he supposed to do now? Knock on the door? Run to the bathroom? Pretend he hadn’t heard? His mind scrambled for an answer, but then—

Another sound.

This time it wasn’t Mingi. It was… the other person.

And it was definitely not what Yunho expected.

The moans were soft, breathy, but they weren’t… high-pitched. They weren’t the kind of sounds you’d expect from a girl.

Yunho blinked, his brain halting mid-thought.

Wait. What?

He strained to listen, his face now burning with embarrassment and curiosity he desperately wished he didn’t have. The moans were quieter now, but the tone was unmistakable. Lower. A little deeper. Definitely not feminine.

His stomach flipped again, harder this time, and his brain scrambled to keep up.

No way.

Yunho’s breath caught in his throat as realization started to sink in. His palms felt clammy, and his knees locked up. He stared at the door, willing himself to be wrong, but the sounds kept coming, soft and undeniable.

Mingi wasn’t with a girl.

He was with a guy.

Yunho’s jaw dropped. His heart pounded like a drum, the sound deafening in his ears. A million thoughts raced through his head, none of them coherent.

What. The. Hell.

He’d barely known Mingi for a day, and already his world felt like it was spinning off its axis. Yunho wasn’t sure what shocked him more—the fact that Mingi was hooking up with someone so casually on the first night, or the fact that it was another guy.

He wanted to back away, to escape this hallway and pretend none of this was happening. But he also couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop thinking about how none of this fit the image he’d built of Mingi in his head.

The guy was already a walking enigma: the tattoos, the earrings, the intimidating vibe that somehow drew people in instead of pushing them away. Yunho had spent most of the day trying to figure him out, trying not to think about the way girls probably threw themselves at him without him even needing to try.

And now this?

It was too much. Yunho’s head was spinning, and his chest felt tight.

Eventually, he forced himself to move, stumbling toward the bathroom like his legs were made of lead. Once inside, he shut the door with a soft click and pressed his back against it, exhaling shakily.

What the hell was that?

Yunho closed his eyes, but the sounds kept replaying in his head—the moans, the groans, the undeniable proof of what was happening just a few feet away. His face burned hotter than ever, and he buried it in his hands, trying to will away the thoughts creeping into his mind.

He shouldn’t care. He didn’t care.

Right?

Yunho splashed cold water on his face and tried to focus on something—anything—other than the fact that his roommate, his intimidating and annoyingly handsome roommate, was currently in his room hooking up with another guy.

And for some reason, that fact shook Yunho to his core.

[pikinanouart]

Ok but what if, in the movie, Yor meets Fem!Twillight and has conflicted emotions about it?

[cinematicnomad]

I EXCHANGED NUMBERS WITH MY CRUSH!! AND!! He joined my and 2 friends/coworkers for dinner after originally turning us down. And the way he decided to join us?? Was by calling me and asking if we were at the bar we’d mentioned and if it was ok for him to join 🥰🥰

[necrotic-nephilim]

do you ship helena bertinelli with anyone? if yes, then which characters and why? what's your favorite helena ship? do you have any helena rarepairs? (i know you've talked about helena/steph and you're so right about it, it's a very interesting ship)

!!!! i have so many ships for my best girl ever yes oh my god thank you for asking.

my top pairing is probably Vic Sage/the Question. Vic is the basic answer, but man. i love them so much. no couple has matched each other's freak like that have. Justice League Unlimited is a great adaptation of Helena in general, but it also did a great adaptation of Helena and Vic's relationship. how he just dedicates himself to helping her with no expected return, but also wants to make sure she doesn't go too far in a hunt for vengeance that never ends for her. i think a lot of characters often want to change Helena or expect things out of her for their own needs, like the Batfam and the BoP. but Vic is one of the few people who just wants her to be better for her own good. when he tries to stop her from killing it's not because of his morals, it's because he doesn't want this crusade to consume her. and i just. man i think about them a lot. Helena rlly likes weird little men who give themselves wholly to her.

Zinda Blake/Lady Blackhawk is also a top ship for me. tbh i just like Zinda. but i do love how Helena and Zinda interact, being the more rough and tumble members of the BoP. they're both outsiders, in different ways. Helena is an outsider of the Batfam and Zinda is literally from a different time and an outsider to the current world. their friendship is so genuine and i think if Babs and Dinah can have. whatever homoerotic nonsense going on during BoP, then Zinda and Helena deserve some homoerotic nonsense too. as a treat.

if we're willing to count New-52 Helena, then i enjoy Helena/Dick/Tiger. i think Helena and Dick being a past relationship is really important in pre-Flashpoint for Helena's development, though i don't ship them as a serious couple beyond a fling. but in the New-52, i think this throuple be fun. Helena and Tiger respect each other as two very driven, no-nonsense agents and then well. they both clearly have some kind of thing for Dick. so it's fun finding the balance of how they could all work together romantically.

and ofc. it's a crime to mention Helena ships and not mention Renee Montoya/the Question. every time they interact it's really fucking gay. it's so gay that Kate Kane, Renee's own ex, assumed Helena and Renee were gay. i cannot be convinced against this ship. i genuinely think this ship should be canon. i mean. DC did tease us with this moment from an alternate universe and it's lived rent for me since. fucking criminal for us to only get one panel of what we could have if DC let Helena be a fruit in the main universe. being in love with Helena Bertinelli should be a right of passage for the Question mantle, i personally believe. if you asked me like. genuinely who i want to see Helena date in the current comics, Renee is my top pick. (i would say Vic but he's fucking dead and the New-52 butchered him so rip my mans-)

lois lane (2019) #10

besides those ships, just about every ship for Helena probably falls into the category of rarepair. like you said i've talked about my love for Helena/Steph before bc god. i think it should be a thing more people ship. once i finish the fic i'm writing about them i will convince others to like it.

i also think Helena/Cass could be fun. in a *lot* of ways Helena and Cass are narrative parallels to each other. Helena was a victim of her family being murdered at about the same age Cass was forced to be a murderer. Helena grows up to believe in lethal justice because of this, and Cass grows up to be staunchly against it. Cass' Batgirl suit was made *by* Helena. they both want to be protectors of the most vulnerable people. they balance each other out in a lot of ways and i think they should kiss about it.

also probably a rarepair, i think Helena/Lady Shiva is fun. their fight during Birds of Prey (2010) had... questionable moments for Helena's characterization, but i do love so much that Helena knocks Shiva off her feet and gains a deep respect from Shiva. like. Shiva gives her a nickname and shows her admiration. i would like to see fanfic where Shiva continues to be weirdly admirable of Helena and bothering her non-stop. they could be a fun fucked up toxic yuri moment. this is just. so gay to me.

birds of prey (2010) #6

my most rare Helena pair would probably be Helena Wayne, actually. but specifically Helena Wayne of JSA (2022). ever since, for some reason, it was made canon that the current Helena Wayne was named after Helena Bertinelli and took the name Huntress to honor her i *cannot* stop thinking about them meeting. because in-universe it makes *no* fucking sense for Bruce to name his kid after *Helena Bertinelli*, someone he's regularly at odds with and doesn't like. it's clearly an awkward explanation to try to make the whole two Huntress situation make sense. (it's almost as bad as Helena Wayne in the New-52 using Helena Bertinelli as an alias.) but because it's such an odd choice, i do think it could be fun for Helena Wayne, when she's back in time to see Bruce, to find Helena Bertinelli to get to know the woman she was named after and Helena Bertinelli just being. baffled by the idea of *Batman* naming his kid after her. it could be a fun fucked up moment.

my other super rarepair is Kara Zor-L/Power Girl. they had like. one meaningful interaction of JSA Classified and it's been PLAGUING me. something about when Power Girl doesn't remember her past and she's seeking a friend, she instinctively goes to find Huntress? but it's wrong bc this isn't *her* Huntress and neither of them understand why Power Girl would seek Helena out? god it's so good. i'm always a big fan of ships where one person in the ship is *so* obviously using the other person as a replacement for someone they lost and they both know it. it's such a doomed angsty thing where you could play with Helena actually really liking Kara, but knowing that she's just a replacement for Kara's Helena Wayne. good fucked up shit man.

and lastly: i really ship her with Dawn Granger/Dove. there's no canon basis for this, they didn't have a ton of interactions even when they were both on the BoP. but there's a very kind innocence to Dawn that contrasts Helena's violence really well. and i do love a ship with a corruption kink vibe to it. let Helena corrupt Dawn. i could write such fucked up porn about these two.

[stuartgibson]

Destroy me, Dave Gahan

[professorjirt]

not to be bitter about the Durins again but it will never stop pissing me off to a burning degree that in the movies Kíli dies off in a little corner with no one but one elf he met two days ago around, and she’s nerfed to the point she’s utterly helpless until RIGHT AFTER he’s killed. It feels so bullshit and unfulfilling. I remember me and a friend were huge fans of the Durins (her even more than me) as well as the little Kíli and Tauriel side story back when the movies came out, and we watched it in theatres and she literally said she would never watch that scene again bc it disappointed her so badly. She skips it to this day. Bc why the fuck did they have Kíli die for an elf he barely knew (I like Tauriel but it is true— they’ve known each other for maybe two or three days total) over the family he ran out into battle to defend, the family he set out on the quest with and the family that he was so proud of. Why was he not with his brother, or trying to defend his uncle who was still very much alive and in danger? Tauriel literally just serves to get Kíli killed in that scene, bc they nerf her (CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD. Even against a tough orc she should be holding her own) but have Legolas out there holding his own, and it is nowhere NEAR as emotionally devestating as the single sentence we’re given in the book of how Kíli and Fíli went down defending their uncle. I can almost excuse the change in how Fíli dies bc it does hold emotional weight, but Kíli’s death going from the devotion of family even to his own doom into dying for an elf he has puppy love for while being totally cut off from the other dwarves fucking killed the scene for me. And there isn’t really even a good payoff for Tauriel afterward either. We just leave her there regretting she ever loved him. It hurts me so damn much, and not least of which is because for every video someone does as a tribute to Thorin and his nephews, it always takes a sharp left turn into Tauriel watching Kíli die all by himself and it doesn’t even feel related to the other’s deaths. I think it would have felt much more like the best of both if they’d kept Kíli dying defending his family, and then have Tauriel come to him as he’s dying. But that’s not what happened. It fucking sucks. I promise I do like the movies but I will stand hard by saying that it’s weakest writing is the latter half of the second and the former half of the third movie. It only really picks up to consistently good scenes at Thorin’s battle with Azog in my opinion. Sorry for another brief hater moment but man. Man.

[altruistic-meme]

............ i want to come out.

[chiropteracupola]

As Fortuna sits idly by / I spin her wheel with all my might / crushing my kin for warring-wage / minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye...

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me | series masterlist

yunho grew up in a christian family, always doing the right thing, but he’s been hiding a dark secret for years—he has forbidden thoughts about boys, thoughts he’s begged god to take away.

starting college was supposed to help him stay focused, but then he meets his new roommate, song mingi. mingi is everything yunho fears—tattoos, charm, and way too much confidence. when they’re forced to work together on a project, yunho’s carefully built walls start to crumble.

yunho’s sure mingi is a test sent by the devil, but what if he’s here to teach yunho something completely different?

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut, angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

warnings under

more to be added hehe, collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics

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[one-winged-dreams]

This is usually around the time my dad starts messaging me telling me how ~excited~ he is for my upcoming birthday, but he hasn't texted me since the ones he sent chewing me out for 'only caring about him when i need a favor' so guess i'm still a huge fucking burden in his eyes, oh fucking well

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

nyways to complain abt smth petty this new era of ableism by using mental illness as an aesthetic is rly harmful for me bc im psychotic ofc but its also harmful in this rly dumb way of "i rly enjoy reclaiming the quirky psycho aesthetic as a comfort thing n a new era of that might be giving me new funny terms to reclaim but it also means the chances someone mistakes me for a neurotypical n accuses me of ableism in some annoying ass savior complex way have gotten higher"

[shrub-jay]

eeby deeby is up, the core is down. give me another direction. possibly cardinal

Ummm, northwest? :)

[wildwood-faun]

My T prescription has expired. I'm waiting for my yearly endo appointment where it will be renewed but I couldn't take out the last few bottles because there's a shortage and no one has it in stock SO now I'm down to a single bottle whiiiich lasts less than a month 😬

[b-0-ngripper]

I may have a stalker

[redeemed-wren]

Going to be thinking about "I put you on a train" "I got off" for the next 2-5 working days ughguhg

[tumblasha]

10.02.2023 - grateful

i feel like this is a word that’s brought up a lot in my writing [1] and today is not any different. this month is so special to me!! let me list some reasons why:

a. reunion month (i saw a college pal today in LA, i will see a high school pal next week in nyc, i will see almost everyone here This Weekend in nyc!)

b. it’s my little brother’s bday at the end of the month! oct 23 if u wanna send david some happy bday thoughts :)

c. learning that my life is flexible! i work remotely!! i can work from wherever!!! [2]

d. end of this week will be my official first completed month of being an Employed Adult with a Big Job renting an Apartment with Roommates who are Nice to me

e. i saw pabllo vittar today! talked to some brazilians!! i met a peruvian-boricua (bori-peruana? idk)!!! glad i wore my ear plugs bc pv was yelling all night (positive)

f. i’m planning to travel internationally next year!! taiwan in march and hopefully perú in june / july [3]

i just love myself, everything, and everyone & i wanted to shout that into a void for more than 280 characters

thank u,

<3 -dc

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[1] if u look up “grateful” or “blessed” on my twt acct you will Find things, esp references to this one mha panel of the main character thinking his life is blessed (he’s surrounded by his friends having dinner) right before they all go into war. the war part is less applicable. (i also journal in my notebook but no one will see that)

[2] been feeling homesick. looking forward to november, going to stay in houston for two weeks LOL

[3] my grandpa (dad’s dad) has been feeling lonely so we wanna say hiii. he deals w lonely-based depression and it’s hitting hard again bc i think my aunt and young cousin moved out :( kinda scared tho bc he and my grandma (dad’s mom) hate hate hate traveling so i forgot if they got their covid vaccines yet (they don’t even like the 3hr car + 2hr plane trip to lima). i’m sure they got at least a first dose, idk abt boosters, but my fam hates masking so i hope they’ll mask up for them :((