I am Vale, previously known from @gaycatpark! I wanted to remake and have a place to sort my fics and keep in touch with people. I may not be super active here, but is great to be back!
I will be editing and reposting some of my fics, and posting new ones! Amoungst other general chaos, of course.
In the next few days I will get this blog a little more organized and neat looking!
It is great to see you all again! 💕
- Vale
Reminder that I’ve remade! 💕 And here’s a less cringe post about it lol
I am Vale, previously known from @gaycatpark! I wanted to remake and have a place to sort my fics and keep in touch with people. I may not be super active here, but it is great to be back!
I will be editing and reposting some of my fics, and posting new ones! Amoungst other general chaos, of course.
In the next few days I will get this blog a little more organized and neat looking!
I am Vale, previously known from @gaycatpark! I wanted to remake and have a place to sort my fics and keep in touch with people. I may not be super active here, but it is great to be back!
I will be editing and reposting some of my fics, and posting new ones! Amoungst other general chaos, of course.
In the next few days I will get this blog a little more organized and neat looking!
Hey there, it’s the artist formally known as @gaycatpark! I won’t necessarily commit to being back, but I wanted a fresh start where I could repost some of my old fics, write some new ones, and keep in touch with some of the amazing people I met through here! I will update this as I get this blog in order, but hey! Hello! It’s me! 💕
- Vale
This post is cringe but I guess I remade! I will make this less stupid when I am not scrambling to clock back in lol.
He watched the condensation gather on his glass, watched it swell and grow until gravity bested it, dragging it down to the ring forming on his desk. You should really use a coaster, he told himself. He did not listen. Who cared, anyway? What was a little imperfection in the face of such a pristine and flawless space?
He smiled to himself as the ice clunked and sank a little further into the bourbon. Expensive stuff, a gift for his last film, and here he was, letting it get watered down. Imperfect, so imperfect. He set his palms flat on the desk and let his eyes drift over the sterile office; posters hung in a perfect row, each triumphant production immortalized. Windows from the ceiling to the floor, letting in the LA sun, so far away from home. Everything had its place.
I think you would be proud of me.
His smile faltered. It had been ten years now, and still he could not shake these constant thoughts. Funny, no matter how much life changed, he found himself in the same place, the same young man, the same heart break, the same boy striving for perfection, for approval, for—
He stood up and took a few steps to the mini fridge, pulling out a bottle of milk. Nothing special about it, not like back then. He walked next to the record player, flipped on Phil Collins. You always said you hated him, but I knew the truth. Finally he walked over to the coat rack, lifted up the leather jacket, and fished out the red coat from underneath. He wondered if it still fit. He did not put it on. Instead he let his fingers trace over the stitching, over the embroidered name.
Chivers are perfect.
You are perfect, Serge.
He looked around the office, at this perfect life he had built. Would you be proud of me, Dan? Am I perfect enough?
He sighed and set the jacket back on the hook. It did not matter. They were all gone, scattered. After that day it had all fallen apart. There was no Dan to judge his choices. There was no Serge to constantly beg for his approval either, for that matter. Just a man who had made a life for himself, for himself and no one else, right?
i dont know if i want to return to this site but after spending a lot of time on twitter and logging back on here it’s like a fucking spring in the middle of the desert. a spring overflowing with insanity juice, but a spring nonetheless.
also full offense to twitter but the shit that goes down there is not nearly as insane and entertaining as the shit that goes down here.
i dont know if i want to return to this site but after spending a lot of time on twitter and logging back on here it’s like a fucking spring in the middle of the desert. a spring overflowing with insanity juice, but a spring nonetheless.
hi im probably never coming back to blog (and possibly tumblr lol) this but im alive and thriving. im on meds that have really helped, i moved out on my own, i have a job i like, i have TWO kitties now, and im living close to some friends who have really helped change my life. it’s not all peachy, of course, but im really getting a sense of who i am, im working on my mental health, and im starting to live a life i can actually enjoy. it took nearly 30 years, but im finally getting my shit together and im finally… close to happy. dare i say, i AM happy.
anyway, sorry i disappeared. ive been busy watching my life fall apart and getting my shit together afterwards, lmao. but for real, it’s been a tough while, but things are getting better. <3
Your trans body is gorgeous. Not in spite of transness. Your trans body is gorgeous. Your transness is beautiful. It doesn’t have to be ignored in order to determine your desirability.
