Apr
25
2014

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I pulled Jack up and we walked until the end of the aisle, Jack most likely playing with the lighter which was missing from his pocket.

“What happened.” He said yawning, putting his hands on my shoulders and smiling, holding me tight through his fingers that even if I were liquid I wouldn’t slip.

I told him the dream as the flight attendants started doing breakfast for all the people and we had our own share of scrambled eggs and Jack sipped his coffee as I had given him my eggs and he gave me his bread as I watched into the mirror wondering why hadn’t I screamed in the dream and why didn’t I watch the trees breaking the dawn and why hadn’t I stayed longer until I had been fully naked in the park with all the leaves gone and I wondered if Jack would’ve shown himself from the snow or from some alley in the distance.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/there-is-something-about-jack-white-4.html

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I pulled Jack up and we walked until the end of the aisle, Jack most likely playing with the lighter which was missing from his pocket.

“What happened.” He said yawning, putting his hands on my shoulders and smiling, holding me tight through his fingers that even if I were liquid I wouldn’t slip.

I told him the dream as the flight attendants started doing breakfast for all the people and we had our own share of scrambled eggs and Jack sipped his coffee as I had given him my eggs and he gave me his bread as I watched into the mirror wondering why hadn’t I screamed in the dream and why didn’t I watch the trees breaking the dawn and why hadn’t I stayed longer until I had been fully naked in the park with all the leaves gone and I wondered if Jack would’ve shown himself from the snow or from some alley in the distance.

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Apr
25
2014

USED LIGHTER
She wraps herself with a worn out polka dot cloth I saw her buy yesterday, walking into the store, a bit wobbling, with a burnt out cigarette, not saying anything and paying with coins. I tried to smile at her and instead she just left the store.I walk on, back trying to get to the bus stop on time and she sits there with a cigarette dangling unlit in her mouth, her lips smeared with a red substance and a sign lying at her feet.A hobo for blood.And she looks at me with drunken with sweet taste eyes.I light her cigarette and she laughs inhaling, taking my hand.
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USED LIGHTER

She wraps herself with a worn out polka dot cloth I saw her buy yesterday, walking into the store, a bit wobbling, with a burnt out cigarette, not saying anything and paying with coins. I tried to smile at her and instead she just left the store.

I walk on, back trying to get to the bus stop on time and she sits there with a cigarette dangling unlit in her mouth, her lips smeared with a red substance and a sign lying at her feet.

A hobo for blood.

And she looks at me with drunken with sweet taste eyes.

I light her cigarette and she laughs inhaling, taking my hand.

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Apr
24
2014

BAR EYES 6
I wake up to feel a warm body, clothed besides me as I sit up, not bothering about my revealed chest as I turn to see a different shade of tousled brown hair and someone looking much older than me or Alex. A wave seems to hit me as I just sit there, observing the sleeping figure, scared to touch, yet even if my side of the body is pressed against his back. I wonder what I should do, so all I do is trace my fingers down his spine, down the gray t-shirt as I observe him with the mole on the left side of his nose, his eyelashes and it’s not that he looks familiar,

it’s more of knowing something odd about the person in front of you.

Jamie turns, in boots in my bed and he lightly opens his eyes just to close them, fear taking over and that’s when I hear something with the doorknob happen, it keeps turning in one direction and that’s when the man sits up and stares at me with dark green eyes. 

I don’t tremble. Jamie takes me by the chin.
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BAR EYES 6

I wake up to feel a warm body, clothed besides me as I sit up, not bothering about my revealed chest as I turn to see a different shade of tousled brown hair and someone looking much older than me or Alex. A wave seems to hit me as I just sit there, observing the sleeping figure, scared to touch, yet even if my side of the body is pressed against his back. I wonder what I should do, so all I do is trace my fingers down his spine, down the gray t-shirt as I observe him with the mole on the left side of his nose, his eyelashes and it’s not that he looks familiar,


it’s more of knowing something odd about the person in front of you.


Jamie turns, in boots in my bed and he lightly opens his eyes just to close them, fear taking over and that’s when I hear something with the doorknob happen, it keeps turning in one direction and that’s when the man sits up and stares at me with dark green eyes. 


I don’t tremble. Jamie takes me by the chin.

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Apr
24
2014

Close

“I need glasses.” I say, sitting up and then going back to the grass, as Jamie stands up and kicks my feet slightly, the gun and the hand behind his ear as he keeps letting bubbles out of it in order not to scare people but people seem to hug from the smoke to notice and he gives me his sunglasses for now, what I think is a brief moment but we walk past a few blocks, not saying a word, before he turns around and kisses me, tongue in and I grin at the sudden kiss, haven’t been getting a lot these days and then he gets the shades back, telling me about this nice store he’d seen in town, so we walk there, buying some cold coffee and sharing it with a few coins we had from somewhere, not using the stolen credit cards on something as simple.

We walk in a few stores, I pretend not to like the shades and in a close we sit against the wall for a bit, smoking, pulling on Bonnie and Clyde masks, kissing each other with the masks and going north towards the store or rather one simple turn and Jamie has two guns now, on the bubble gun one, one real as he scares the assistants with the bubble one as I take some free candy and choose a few shades in the end I get three, one pair being too big.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/close.html

Close

“I need glasses.” I say, sitting up and then going back to the grass, as Jamie stands up and kicks my feet slightly, the gun and the hand behind his ear as he keeps letting bubbles out of it in order not to scare people but people seem to hug from the smoke to notice and he gives me his sunglasses for now, what I think is a brief moment but we walk past a few blocks, not saying a word, before he turns around and kisses me, tongue in and I grin at the sudden kiss, haven’t been getting a lot these days and then he gets the shades back, telling me about this nice store he’d seen in town, so we walk there, buying some cold coffee and sharing it with a few coins we had from somewhere, not using the stolen credit cards on something as simple.

We walk in a few stores, I pretend not to like the shades and in a close we sit against the wall for a bit, smoking, pulling on Bonnie and Clyde masks, kissing each other with the masks and going north towards the store or rather one simple turn and Jamie has two guns now, on the bubble gun one, one real as he scares the assistants with the bubble one as I take some free candy and choose a few shades in the end I get three, one pair being too big.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/close.html

Apr
24
2014

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I dream of religion too often of clouds and flying, like the time I had flown with Jack fiddling against the window, Jack falling asleep from the long annoying connections and his eyelashes opening whenever I’d stir in my thoughts opening and closing the stars and trying to find a position. We had shooed away a couple in Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts which I guess could’ve been us if we had the money to travel this far when we were young and most likely I’d buy a shirt two sizes larger and Jack would look way younger and his hair would be shorter as I stroke it briefly, I felt bad for the couple and the name Monica Santos echoing in the airport was still in my head with all the kids in hats and reminding how older I was and that now pikachu is explained as a yellow cat to younger children.

I remember leaning against Jack and seeing snow everywhere covering the streets and the roads, the sand and even the sea seemed to have unmelting snow in it and the sky itself was like a massive snow cloud and the words of my father sprouted about a church near where I was born that there was a view to it near my birth and maybe even the moment had been connected.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/there-is-something-about-jack-white-4.html

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I dream of religion too often of clouds and flying, like the time I had flown with Jack fiddling against the window, Jack falling asleep from the long annoying connections and his eyelashes opening whenever I’d stir in my thoughts opening and closing the stars and trying to find a position. We had shooed away a couple in Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts which I guess could’ve been us if we had the money to travel this far when we were young and most likely I’d buy a shirt two sizes larger and Jack would look way younger and his hair would be shorter as I stroke it briefly, I felt bad for the couple and the name Monica Santos echoing in the airport was still in my head with all the kids in hats and reminding how older I was and that now pikachu is explained as a yellow cat to younger children.

I remember leaning against Jack and seeing snow everywhere covering the streets and the roads, the sand and even the sea seemed to have unmelting snow in it and the sky itself was like a massive snow cloud and the words of my father sprouted about a church near where I was born that there was a view to it near my birth and maybe even the moment had been connected.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/there-is-something-about-jack-white-4.html

Apr
23
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 JAMIE HINCE/ALSION MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/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 JAMIE HINCE/ALSION MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/03/settle-quarrel-2.html

Apr
23
2014

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I pulled Jack up and we walked until the end of the aisle, Jack most likely playing with the lighter which was missing from his pocket.

“What happened.” He said yawning, putting his hands on my shoulders and smiling, holding me tight through his fingers that even if I were liquid I wouldn’t slip.

I told him the dream as the flight attendants started doing breakfast for all the people and we had our own share of scrambled eggs and Jack sipped his coffee as I had given him my eggs and he gave me his bread as I watched into the mirror wondering why hadn’t I screamed in the dream and why didn’t I watch the trees breaking the dawn and why hadn’t I stayed longer until I had been fully naked in the park with all the leaves gone and I wondered if Jack would’ve shown himself from the snow or from some alley in the distance.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/there-is-something-about-jack-white-4.html

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I pulled Jack up and we walked until the end of the aisle, Jack most likely playing with the lighter which was missing from his pocket.

“What happened.” He said yawning, putting his hands on my shoulders and smiling, holding me tight through his fingers that even if I were liquid I wouldn’t slip.

I told him the dream as the flight attendants started doing breakfast for all the people and we had our own share of scrambled eggs and Jack sipped his coffee as I had given him my eggs and he gave me his bread as I watched into the mirror wondering why hadn’t I screamed in the dream and why didn’t I watch the trees breaking the dawn and why hadn’t I stayed longer until I had been fully naked in the park with all the leaves gone and I wondered if Jack would’ve shown himself from the snow or from some alley in the distance.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/there-is-something-about-jack-white-4.html

Apr
23
2014

Just out of curiosity

Do we have any queer men/non-binary Kills/Jamie Hince fans here? :D

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Apr
23
2014

Bar Eyes 6

I wake up to feel a warm body, clothed besides me as I sit up, not bothering about my revealed chest as I turn to see a different shade of tousled brown hair and someone looking much older than me or Alex. A wave seems to hit me as I just sit there, observing the sleeping figure, scared to touch, yet even if my side of the body is pressed against his back. I wonder what I should do, so all I do is trace my fingers down his spine, down the gray t-shirt as I observe him with the mole on the left side of his nose, his eyelashes and it’s not that he looks familiar,

it’s more of knowing something odd about the person in front of you.

Jamie turns, in boots in my bed and he lightly opens his eyes just to close them, fear taking over and that’s when I hear something with the doorknob happen, it keeps turning in one direction and that’s when the man sits up and stares at me with dark green eyes. 

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/bar-eyes-6.html

Bar Eyes 6

I wake up to feel a warm body, clothed besides me as I sit up, not bothering about my revealed chest as I turn to see a different shade of tousled brown hair and someone looking much older than me or Alex. A wave seems to hit me as I just sit there, observing the sleeping figure, scared to touch, yet even if my side of the body is pressed against his back. I wonder what I should do, so all I do is trace my fingers down his spine, down the gray t-shirt as I observe him with the mole on the left side of his nose, his eyelashes and it’s not that he looks familiar,

it’s more of knowing something odd about the person in front of you.

Jamie turns, in boots in my bed and he lightly opens his eyes just to close them, fear taking over and that’s when I hear something with the doorknob happen, it keeps turning in one direction and that’s when the man sits up and stares at me with dark green eyes.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/bar-eyes-6.html

Apr
23
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 JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/close.html

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 JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/close.html

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