#forgivingtouches

[mysoulsecrets-blog]

Some friends become family, and with them you know what home feels like, You feel like home and I'll always treasure our friendship.

Happy birthday to the Man who has a loving heart, a soul that's always forgiving, a teacher, a mentor and so much more ♥️

@onurtaskiranpoetry

[forthewinn]

@forgivingtouches gets a 2am text from Winn

[text]: The sinking of the Titanic must have been a miracle to the lobsters in the kitchen.

[ofdamages-arc]

@forgivingtouches​​ sent for a random sentence starter from here - jack/hazel

❛ This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes. ❜

[in--somnium]

@forgivingtouches​

“We Broke Up But I’m Still In Love With You” Sentence Starters

‘‘  i  can’t  stop  thinking  about  you  and  it’s  driving  me  insane.  ‘‘ ( julie/scott )

He knew that this must not have seemed fair to Julie. After all, he had been the one who left her. And while he had his reasons, he knew that Julie didn’t agree with them. It was, in part, her optimism in such situations that had made him fall in love with her in the first place. But Scott, try as he might, could only see the reality of the situation- a reality, a realization, that he had the misfortune of seeing before Julie had. The fact of the matter was that he could never be what she needed. There was, after all, a difference between want and need. Did she want him? Yes. He didn’t doubt that. But when the subject of what Julie needed arose in his head, he realized the cold truth of the matter was that he was not fit to fill that space. He had tried to be. Tried to put aside pieces of his life to accommodate, to change. Each time, though, he was pulled back in by a sense of duty.  He was in his 30s now, and perhaps he should be considering settling down, putting the “superhero” business behind him. But that wasn’t something to be done so easily, least of all by a man raised to be a leader. A man who had devoted his entire life to a cause. Worst yet was that he was now beginning to see the failings of Charles Xavier’s persistently optimistic views of coexistence. Time and again, they saved lives, help millions... and time and again, they were still met with the vitriol of a world who hated them for their mere existence. They were no home-made super soldiers like Steve Rogers. They weren’t billionaire philanthropist scientists like Tony Stark. They were not simply men and women with advanced technology, nor with serums and formulas and experimentations- advancements in science- to become what they were. What they were was a reminder- a reminder that some day, these humans, these normal, every day, humans would be replaced. They were evolution, such a fierce evolution that they could not be denied. And that... that was what made people fear and hate them the most. It was not something that they could fix, nor something that could so easily be made peace with. People weren’t just scared of them because they had powers. They were scared of them because there were more of them born every day. More latent abilities manifesting at the height of emotion. They were still a minority- but one that was growing more vast. And humanity could not come to grips with the fact that, in some ways, they were perhaps growing obsolete. And so, with these unnerving realizations planted so firmly in his mind, Scott Summers was at a crossroads within himself. He was changing, for better or for worse. It was a change, however, that could not be put on pause. He needed to keep fighting, keep leading, keep learning, until he could make a decision about himself. Although he wanted to place that on pause for Julie’s sake, he knew he couldn’t. There was an ever-long stirring inside of him, beneath his ribs, inside his heart and lungs, that he could not place aside. It was this dawning realization that had lead him to the separation. For now? Forever? He wasn’t sure. But he had the dark feeling that by the time he had himself figured out, Julie would be long gone.  That would just have to be okay. She deserved someone who could give themselves to her entirely. And at present, that was not something that Scott could do.

But it had been months now since the break up. Some time apart had perhaps done them good. Or maybe that was just what he told himself, because while a part of him felt that he was learning more things about himself in the way that he so badly needed- there was also a part of him that had never felt quite so lost. She had been a pillar of support, a place to reflect on his missteps and shortcomings just as well as the more positive aspects of himself. Yet he wanted to see her move on. To find her happy with someone who could give her all the things he never could. It was what she deserved. It was his hope for her to find joy. He thought that this would be easier done without him holding her back. So when the time came that they could not keep avoiding each other as they had been doing, he was taken aback a bit by her words. Enough so that he couldn’t find a response for a few seconds, brows furrowed behind his sunglasses, jaw set. What could he say to her? Tell her the truth- that he suffered the same unrelenting thoughts about her as she did of him? Perhaps a more stern route, telling her that she needed to move on? These two possibilities met somewhere in the middle, though it still wasn’t quite what he wanted to say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to bother you so much.” That sounded entirely off, in hindsight. But Scott was more a man of action than of words. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossed his arms, and tried to rephrase, “Julie, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. What I did-” Ah, he nearly choked up at the mere thought of it, but he took a second, composed himself, carried on with the steady demeanor of someone who was almost too good at keeping their emotions in check, “What I did wasn’t without reason. You and I both know that you’re better off with someone else. Someone who can give you the time and affection that you deserve.” He stated honestly. He had never lied to her about why he’d walked away. Never tried to play it off like it was something else. He’d been sincere from the start. He had hoped that that, at least, would count for something, “I’m not in a position to be that for you, even if I wish I was. I’m sorry. But give it time, you’ll understand.” He was glad for his ruby quartz glasses very rarely; however, right now he was happy that they could hide the look in his eyes. Because he was in agony, even as he spoke with a steady voice. Even as he showed no sign of his hurt in his body language. Yet there was a tiny fraction of him that hoped that she, being the empath she was, and knowing Scott as she did, might pick up on it. Might realize that this was not a ploy. He was hurting, too. But he had made a decision with the hope of sparing her, helping her. He wasn’t doing this to be cruel. He was doing this because he sincerely believed he was giving her the chance at happiness that she deserved.

[sxrgeantbarnes]

You were going to leave without saying goodbye? (Julie)

@forgivingtouches​ || Prompt

He was already frozen halfway to the door, having heard her get out of bed and her footsteps coming towards him. “The sun isn’t even up, I was gonna leave you a note.” He turned towards her sheepishly, feeling caught. He’d be back by that night, but he usually never left the house without a kiss goodbye. “I wanted to let you sleep.”

[midnightwhisperingsx-a]

@forgivingtouches​ said: “i half expected you to leave in the middle of the night.”

“I can’t say I didn’t think about it, but you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to disturb you.”

[supcrfriends]

@forgivingtouches​​ gets flirty kara

Sauntering up to the counter next to Ric, Kara reached out and grabbed his butt. A quiet giggle tickled her throat before she moved to the other side of the island, pretending that she didn’t just do that. “You know what sounds great right now?”

[tenderstars]

For: @forgivingtouches "I need to focus on my career.”  Pairing: Thorne & Serena 

“That’s gre—” Serena stopped herself mid-sentence as she swallowed hard. “Oh,” the realization hit her like a ton of brinks as she prayed her voice wouldn’t crack as she spoke. “I didn’t know I was hindering your life.”