Sep
14
2014

grasp THE sanity: I'm waiting to greet you 2

YES, I KNOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT STORY, BUT GUESS WHAT

I SHIP THEM :D

Jack White is more than a game and sometimes I feel like I am the dice they both roll and both have different tastes and neither of them are licorice yet they are the sweets in the aisle which seems to have to many to choose from. And I’ve watched him as we both get our hair trimmed and see how his curls fall and I know that mine will grow the same way it did, my dye takes longer and it takes a while for his to fall and mine to be renewed and I feel like our age is switched, the tired look in his eyes make him more ready to gamble while my age just wants a roof, yet we still walk out, both newly cut and he can’t help but look at me.

READ MORE JACK WHITE/JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART LOVE TRIANGLE FANFICTION HERE

Sep
14
2014

Settle A Quarrel 3

Once she opens the door, we both shiver to the sight of a heart shaped big bed with rose petals on it and odd love positions posters of all sexes and genders on the walls which frankly seem not even pornographic, but intimidating and Alison walks on to the bathroom, which also seems to have everything heart shaped and above the bathtub there is a clock with 

13 days until legal marriage.

“What the fuck. I paid for a day.”

“…Apparently not.” I stop. “Maybe you pay later.”

Alison just glares at me. Longing strips you bare, that you can’t help but fidget, your nails digging into your emotion and anxiety rattling in your blood. It’s the odd relief of getting thrown together again, before it had been out of own misery and attraction while now it’s out of despair and I keep looking at her, her anger slowly washing out and she makes a step towards me, closer, the distance irrelevant with all the closure we’ve gone through, the pushing away, all of it a waltz for both us, both of us spinning or maybe it had been me who was spinning her, her kisses missing my own. 

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/08/settle-quarrel-3.html

Settle A Quarrel 3

Once she opens the door, we both shiver to the sight of a heart shaped big bed with rose petals on it and odd love positions posters of all sexes and genders on the walls which frankly seem not even pornographic, but intimidating and Alison walks on to the bathroom, which also seems to have everything heart shaped and above the bathtub there is a clock with

13 days until legal marriage.

“What the fuck. I paid for a day.”

“…Apparently not.” I stop. “Maybe you pay later.”

Alison just glares at me. Longing strips you bare, that you can’t help but fidget, your nails digging into your emotion and anxiety rattling in your blood. It’s the odd relief of getting thrown together again, before it had been out of own misery and attraction while now it’s out of despair and I keep looking at her, her anger slowly washing out and she makes a step towards me, closer, the distance irrelevant with all the closure we’ve gone through, the pushing away, all of it a waltz for both us, both of us spinning or maybe it had been me who was spinning her, her kisses missing my own.

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/08/settle-quarrel-3.html

Sep
13
2014

OK PEOPLE ME AND CALLIE SPENT A GOOD FIVE MINUTES DISCUSSING WHICH STUDIO AND WHICH PROJECT IS THIS.
SO EVIDENCE WAS THIS:
1. STARBUCKS (THIS WAS A CHEAP PLASTIC USUAL CUP WHICH THEY GIVE ON TAKEAWAY OR WHATEVER, we discussed could be the reusable but plastic is too evident) Explanation: Benton Harbor would not have that. So that’s out. So that would mean Nashville? Third Man Records?
2. “Home away from Home”Explanation: Alison lives in Nashville. So… that means not Third Man Records. Somewhere Alison is at home. London?!
2. Mixing desk/technology.Explanation: Benton Harbor has a different mixing desk and the idea was discarded already and so does TMR. 
3. “We’re finishing off the album” - J. Hince. Yeah, we’ve heard that for the past two years, but… this isn’t Benton Harbor and not TMR because “home away from home” and they stated they were polishing the album. 
Jamie: Callie, I think this is RAK studios, since they’re polishing it off. Look at the floor. (just google RAK studios and they have all those weird guitars around and the studios look like that and they recorded final versions of Blood Pressures in RAK I believe) So… it’s RAK then.And then…
Callie: That’s Jamie’s guitar picks. *he specifically plays Fender Heavy ones*
Dear friends,
The new Kills album is getting polished.
Our prayer circle worked.
Finally,
And our detective work here is done.
*both bow* 
NOW TO AWAIT THE ANNOUNCEMENTS AND HOPEFULLY THE POLISHING WILL BE DONE SOON 
© Alison’s instagram for the photo of course :) 

OK PEOPLE ME AND CALLIE SPENT A GOOD FIVE MINUTES DISCUSSING WHICH STUDIO AND WHICH PROJECT IS THIS.

SO EVIDENCE WAS THIS:

1. STARBUCKS (THIS WAS A CHEAP PLASTIC USUAL CUP WHICH THEY GIVE ON TAKEAWAY OR WHATEVER, we discussed could be the reusable but plastic is too evident) 
Explanation: Benton Harbor would not have that. So that’s out. So that would mean Nashville? Third Man Records?

2. “Home away from Home”
Explanation: Alison lives in Nashville. So… that means not Third Man Records. Somewhere Alison is at home. London?!

2. Mixing desk/technology.
Explanation: Benton Harbor has a different mixing desk and the idea was discarded already and so does TMR. 

3. “We’re finishing off the album” - J. Hince. Yeah, we’ve heard that for the past two years, but… this isn’t Benton Harbor and not TMR because “home away from home” and they stated they were polishing the album. 

Jamie: Callie, I think this is RAK studios, since they’re polishing it off. Look at the floor. (just google RAK studios and they have all those weird guitars around and the studios look like that and they recorded final versions of Blood Pressures in RAK I believe) So… it’s RAK then.

And then…

Callie: That’s Jamie’s guitar picks. *he specifically plays Fender Heavy ones*

Dear friends,

The new Kills album is getting polished.

Our prayer circle worked.

Finally,

And our detective work here is done.

*both bow* 

NOW TO AWAIT THE ANNOUNCEMENTS AND HOPEFULLY THE POLISHING WILL BE DONE SOON 

© Alison’s instagram for the photo of course :) 

Sep
12
2014

Close
“She wasn’t that much of a pretty woman, was she?” And I light a cigarette, as Jamie’s head is in my lap.

“Fuck no.” As he looks at me the eyes covered by shades and licks his ice cream, the park covered in bonfire smoke. Jamie’s smoke matches the rest of the bonfire smoke after a while as he watches it and takes out a gun to press it against my forehead, I grab his hand, pulling the gun down, but he keeps it straight on my forehead. 


He fires, the gun pulled a bit away, the serious face still held and bubbles come out of it. And then he laughs and I pull his cigarette away from him, as he hands out some candy in a paper bag and I take a few, shielding my eyes from the sun. 

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Close

“She wasn’t that much of a pretty woman, was she?” And I light a cigarette, as Jamie’s head is in my lap.

“Fuck no.” As he looks at me the eyes covered by shades and licks his ice cream, the park covered in bonfire smoke. Jamie’s smoke matches the rest of the bonfire smoke after a while as he watches it and takes out a gun to press it against my forehead, I grab his hand, pulling the gun down, but he keeps it straight on my forehead. 

He fires, the gun pulled a bit away, the serious face still held and bubbles come out of it. And then he laughs and I pull his cigarette away from him, as he hands out some candy in a paper bag and I take a few, shielding my eyes from the sun. 

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Sep
12
2014

LET’S MAKE STRAIGHT OFFENSIVE SINCE THEY’RE SUCH BIGOTS 4
Lips sting as if the kiss had already happened and he lures in on my mind as we sit next on the lessons and even share from the same book. Keeping our silence all the way to lunch which is when we should talk.

I don’t have the courage as I keep looking at him and his scarf is tied too messy as we head towards the lockers, my heart pounding too furiously and I can hear the blood in my ears.

“Look-”

“Oh, another valentine. Someone’s horny.” He smirks and opens it as I just stand with my mouth open and a finger in air. Fuck, fuck, fuck that asshole who is writing to him. I don’t do anything as Jamie just scans the letter many many times before folding it and putting in his shirt pocket. I close my mouth as he turns around on his heel and I solely follow him. I nearly go behind, my thoughts far too shredded with some insane hope. I should’ve never seen that list but as I look at my hands, it would’ve happened anyway. I love him too much as a friend. We’ve known each other since primary. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

LET’S MAKE STRAIGHT OFFENSIVE SINCE THEY’RE SUCH BIGOTS 4

Lips sting as if the kiss had already happened and he lures in on my mind as we sit next on the lessons and even share from the same book. Keeping our silence all the way to lunch which is when we should talk.


I don’t have the courage as I keep looking at him and his scarf is tied too messy as we head towards the lockers, my heart pounding too furiously and I can hear the blood in my ears.


“Look-”


“Oh, another valentine. Someone’s horny.” He smirks and opens it as I just stand with my mouth open and a finger in air. Fuck, fuck, fuck that asshole who is writing to him. I don’t do anything as Jamie just scans the letter many many times before folding it and putting in his shirt pocket. I close my mouth as he turns around on his heel and I solely follow him. I nearly go behind, my thoughts far too shredded with some insane hope. I should’ve never seen that list but as I look at my hands, it would’ve happened anyway. I love him too much as a friend. We’ve known each other since primary. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

Sep
12
2014

grasp THE sanity: let's make straight offensive since they're such bigots 4

Lips sting as if the kiss had already happened and he lures in on my mind as we sit next on the lessons and even share from the same book. Keeping our silence all the way to lunch which is when we should talk.


I don’t have the courage as I keep looking at him and his scarf is tied too messy as we head towards the lockers, my heart pounding too furiously and I can hear the blood in my ears.


“Look-”


“Oh, another valentine. Someone’s horny.” He smirks and opens it as I just stand with my mouth open and a finger in air. Fuck, fuck, fuck that asshole who is writing to him. I don’t do anything as Jamie just scans the letter many many times before folding it and putting in his shirt pocket. I close my mouth as he turns around on his heel and I solely follow him. I nearly go behind, my thoughts far too shredded with some insane hope. I should’ve never seen that list but as I look at my hands, it would’ve happened anyway. I love him too much as a friend. We’ve known each other since primary. 


“Jamie.” I say and he turns, eyes digging into mine. I’m surely not straight. Fuck. But I’ve never been attracted to any men and I can recall Jamie’s sleepy banter that there are people who break your sexuality and I had laughed, flipping him off, pushing his head away-

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

Sep
11
2014

LET’S MAKE STRAIGHT OFFENSIVE SINCE THEY’RE SUCH BIGOTS 3
He tries to choke me with a pillow, as I burst out laughing.

One week until Valentine’s now and my heart shrivels up with lonely fear, as the Jamie admirer should reveal it’s rose and fedora as I say that to Jamie, bursting out in laughter and jealous that he’ll be the one to lose his virginity first to a guy, though, so ew. And Jamie gets a second Valentine, hinting that it’s someone taller than Jamie, which he scowls is unfair coz he falls under the very short kind compared to the rest. 

That night I dream that someone made a prank and did it under my name and Jamie shrugged, saying he knew it and I woke up with the same surprised face plastered on me as I called Jamie and told him that, whilst getting ready. He took the piss and told me he knew that already and I told him to piss off, because if it were me I’d at least try to get one of the gay valentine’s instead of a usual. Jamie took my point. 

I get anxious closer to the date and I realize how I’ll be alone without my gay best friend, he’ll be without his best lesbian friend, but I don’t think his loss is as big as mine.
 
READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

LET’S MAKE STRAIGHT OFFENSIVE SINCE THEY’RE SUCH BIGOTS 3

He tries to choke me with a pillow, as I burst out laughing.

One week until Valentine’s now and my heart shrivels up with lonely fear, as the Jamie admirer should reveal it’s rose and fedora as I say that to Jamie, bursting out in laughter and jealous that he’ll be the one to lose his virginity first to a guy, though, so ew. And Jamie gets a second Valentine, hinting that it’s someone taller than Jamie, which he scowls is unfair coz he falls under the very short kind compared to the rest. 

That night I dream that someone made a prank and did it under my name and Jamie shrugged, saying he knew it and I woke up with the same surprised face plastered on me as I called Jamie and told him that, whilst getting ready. He took the piss and told me he knew that already and I told him to piss off, because if it were me I’d at least try to get one of the gay valentine’s instead of a usual. Jamie took my point. 

I get anxious closer to the date and I realize how I’ll be alone without my gay best friend, he’ll be without his best lesbian friend, but I don’t think his loss is as big as mine.

 

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Sep
10
2014

Fiji6
We still both end up laughing hilariously at the newly bought condoms and awkward meet, as I can’t help but keep looking at him and we link arms on the way back to his flat. He’s much taller than I am and I always feel so small even if he’s a bit less than average height and his hair is quite big. I wonder how odd would it even be to see him with shorter hair as he claimed that it’s been long for quite a while and had no intention of even cutting it off. It feels weird to share some silence when I feel like I’ve got too much to say and once I get back I don’t get much questions asked, as all is presumed where my days go and I guess the simple question of protection is resolved it is kept that way.

The attention is shifted to Matthew, who seemed to start sulking and mentions that there’s not a lot left anyway for us to suffer here, which hits a bit home, but I dismiss it and get a change of clothes to walk out, later in the night, knowing exactly where to head and I take a bus, a bit too hyped even if the corners of my soul seem to be crawling with the virus of counting the left days and my mind tries to close anything and it’s harder when I knock on the door and it takes Jamie a while to open. 
 
READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Fiji6

We still both end up laughing hilariously at the newly bought condoms and awkward meet, as I can’t help but keep looking at him and we link arms on the way back to his flat. He’s much taller than I am and I always feel so small even if he’s a bit less than average height and his hair is quite big. I wonder how odd would it even be to see him with shorter hair as he claimed that it’s been long for quite a while and had no intention of even cutting it off. It feels weird to share some silence when I feel like I’ve got too much to say and once I get back I don’t get much questions asked, as all is presumed where my days go and I guess the simple question of protection is resolved it is kept that way.


The attention is shifted to Matthew, who seemed to start sulking and mentions that there’s not a lot left anyway for us to suffer here, which hits a bit home, but I dismiss it and get a change of clothes to walk out, later in the night, knowing exactly where to head and I take a bus, a bit too hyped even if the corners of my soul seem to be crawling with the virus of counting the left days and my mind tries to close anything and it’s harder when I knock on the door and it takes Jamie a while to open. 

 

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY


Sep
10
2014

DISASTER 3
"Hey." And I’m stuck at the newsagent, times passed and to kill even more time before I get to lick Marina I head out, looking at Vogue which is screaming about Lara Stone and Kate Moss. And I turn around to see her with the same gold boots, some loose t-shirt with leopard cardigan. She picks up the NME and I can’t help but look at her like an alien.
We’ve both had sex with women, with different women.
She chews the unlit cigarette already.
"You seem glowing, how are ya?" Alison asks me and puts the magazine down and I just shrug, shivering lightly and she sees my discomfort and just leaves her dark hair in her eyes, forces a smile and leaves the store as we both watch each other from the eye corners as she lights the cigarette and walks back on Lothian road.
I don’t know if I should follow, so instead I keep flicking through the Vogue, all homework done for today and Marina gone off with her bloke. Do you run after fate and an encounter?
READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

DISASTER 3

"Hey." And I’m stuck at the newsagent, times passed and to kill even more time before I get to lick Marina I head out, looking at Vogue which is screaming about Lara Stone and Kate Moss. And I turn around to see her with the same gold boots, some loose t-shirt with leopard cardigan. She picks up the NME and I can’t help but look at her like an alien.
We’ve both had sex with women, with different women.
She chews the unlit cigarette already.
"You seem glowing, how are ya?" Alison asks me and puts the magazine down and I just shrug, shivering lightly and she sees my discomfort and just leaves her dark hair in her eyes, forces a smile and leaves the store as we both watch each other from the eye corners as she lights the cigarette and walks back on Lothian road.

I don’t know if I should follow, so instead I keep flicking through the Vogue, all homework done for today and Marina gone off with her bloke. Do you run after fate and an encounter?

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

Sep
9
2014

Settle A Quarrel 2

There’s this drive which keeps pulling me towards her, nudging me to get closer, some intense longing which seems to split my throat apart and it keeps getting worse if I get closer or if we don’t and when we break up again and again my head just buzzes and it doesn’t ease. It’s all different kinds of pain and they only soothe and let me go when I let her take over me and then we both ease, I know the feeling, it’s that split second after an orgasm when the moans are still just fresh out of the mouth, the body catching up on the relief and just before you collapse, just like your body doesn’t register death straight away

it doesn’t register that we’re not together,

that I’m not with her and that I slap her away with my own boundaries which she has helped me build and dragged me away from once Jack had left. 

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/03/settle-quarrel-2.html

Settle A Quarrel 2

There’s this drive which keeps pulling me towards her, nudging me to get closer, some intense longing which seems to split my throat apart and it keeps getting worse if I get closer or if we don’t and when we break up again and again my head just buzzes and it doesn’t ease. It’s all different kinds of pain and they only soothe and let me go when I let her take over me and then we both ease, I know the feeling, it’s that split second after an orgasm when the moans are still just fresh out of the mouth, the body catching up on the relief and just before you collapse, just like your body doesn’t register death straight away

it doesn’t register that we’re not together,

that I’m not with her and that I slap her away with my own boundaries which she has helped me build and dragged me away from once Jack had left.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/03/settle-quarrel-2.html

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