Aug
1
2014

THREESOME12
I order some beer, playing with the table by tracing my nails down the wood, wondering how much would they chip in the end. I get far too anxious, either dunking the beer down or not touching it at all and always ending up with the same anxiety running me down and over. I can’t even think of Kate properly, the misery of the past weeks replaced with some screech of tension and my whole body impatient. 

I shouldn’t have chosen the window location.

Jamie stands on the opposite side of the window, smirks, takes off his sunglasses and heads inside.
READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

THREESOME12

I order some beer, playing with the table by tracing my nails down the wood, wondering how much would they chip in the end. I get far too anxious, either dunking the beer down or not touching it at all and always ending up with the same anxiety running me down and over. I can’t even think of Kate properly, the misery of the past weeks replaced with some screech of tension and my whole body impatient. 


I shouldn’t have chosen the window location.


Jamie stands on the opposite side of the window, smirks, takes off his sunglasses and heads inside.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

Aug
1
2014

THREESOME12
Jamie stands on the opposite side of the window, smirks, takes off his sunglasses and heads inside.

“Fuck.” I try to dunk the beer down, eyes closed and he pats me on the back, I’m sure he’s itching for a cigarette. I do a small wave and I don’t manage to drink the beer in time. He orders one as well.

Fuck. I smile at him. 

I remember I’d speak to Jamie in my mind, begging him to remind me that he loves me even if he’s never said it. I felt a need and it’s odd sitting besides him in silence, until he motions for both of us to head outside for a cigarette and he watches me, a bit of longing taking over him, since we haven’t seen each other in weeks as he pulls me closer for a desperate hug. He kisses my cheek, asking how I’ve been, not talking about the lack of everything we’ve had when the moment finally arrived. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

THREESOME12

Jamie stands on the opposite side of the window, smirks, takes off his sunglasses and heads inside.


“Fuck.” I try to dunk the beer down, eyes closed and he pats me on the back, I’m sure he’s itching for a cigarette. I do a small wave and I don’t manage to drink the beer in time. He orders one as well.


Fuck. I smile at him. 


I remember I’d speak to Jamie in my mind, begging him to remind me that he loves me even if he’s never said it. I felt a need and it’s odd sitting besides him in silence, until he motions for both of us to head outside for a cigarette and he watches me, a bit of longing taking over him, since we haven’t seen each other in weeks as he pulls me closer for a desperate hug. He kisses my cheek, asking how I’ve been, not talking about the lack of everything we’ve had when the moment finally arrived. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

Jul
31
2014

I need a German musician or some musician with German descendant for a fanfic.

Does anyone have any ideas???

Jul
30
2014

I’m waiting to greet you




It’s a brief moment of loosening and her falling right through my fingers, as I watch her from the side of the stage and I no longer crave for cigarettes, nothing to numb out the noises which come from the stage, the mumbled and the laughter which I’ve no longer grown to see and I keep watching them and she’s told me what was going to happen and I don’t even look away, I keep staring, now hating the song for much longer than I ever have and they all stumble as if they are not aware, as if Jack is still in his his high school fantasy
and suddenly I’m the one who is old enough
and their lips meet for me to see and I feel my bottom lip ache from the bite and I just grab a guitar from the rack, my whole body shaking-

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

I’m waiting to greet you

It’s a brief moment of loosening and her falling right through my fingers, as I watch her from the side of the stage and I no longer crave for cigarettes, nothing to numb out the noises which come from the stage, the mumbled and the laughter which I’ve no longer grown to see and I keep watching them and she’s told me what was going to happen and I don’t even look away, I keep staring, now hating the song for much longer than I ever have and they all stumble as if they are not aware, as if Jack is still in his his high school fantasy

and suddenly I’m the one who is old enough

and their lips meet for me to see and I feel my bottom lip ache from the bite and I just grab a guitar from the rack, my whole body shaking-

Jul
30
2014

I’m waiting to greet you




It’s a brief moment of loosening and her falling right through my fingers, as I watch her from the side of the stage and I no longer crave for cigarettes, nothing to numb out the noises which come from the stage, the mumbled and the laughter which I’ve no longer grown to see and I keep watching them and she’s told me what was going to happen and I don’t even look away, I keep staring, now hating the song for much longer than I ever have and they all stumble as if they are not aware, as if Jack is still in his his high school fantasy
and suddenly I’m the one who is old enough
and their lips meet for me to see and I feel my bottom lip ache from the bite and I just grab a guitar from the rack, my whole body shaking-

READ MORE JACK WHITE FANFICTION HERE

I’m waiting to greet you

It’s a brief moment of loosening and her falling right through my fingers, as I watch her from the side of the stage and I no longer crave for cigarettes, nothing to numb out the noises which come from the stage, the mumbled and the laughter which I’ve no longer grown to see and I keep watching them and she’s told me what was going to happen and I don’t even look away, I keep staring, now hating the song for much longer than I ever have and they all stumble as if they are not aware, as if Jack is still in his his high school fantasy

and suddenly I’m the one who is old enough

and their lips meet for me to see and I feel my bottom lip ache from the bite and I just grab a guitar from the rack, my whole body shaking-

Jul
30
2014

get down on your knees in the tunnel of love




I wake up and I wonder where has my life gone, why have all the decisions I’ve done long gone, there’s just the small traces left in the wood, there’s not even ash and I start thinking that it just might still be in my head.
The worries I’ve got sometimes seem small but around a bunch of couples and people divorcing, marrying and drinking the question is always
always
brought up again and when you’re single you start ruffling through your exes, I don’t even need a damn drink in my hand, I just have to cross the floor, kick the rug and raid through the vinyls to find the most used ones and wonder if the cigarette smell on them is my own or his.
His.
It digs into my mind, just like I traces I don’t see, maybe I don’t even see them in my mind anymore. 
READ MORE BRIAN MOLKO FANFICTION HERE

get down on your knees in the tunnel of love

I wake up and I wonder where has my life gone, why have all the decisions I’ve done long gone, there’s just the small traces left in the wood, there’s not even ash and I start thinking that it just might still be in my head.

The worries I’ve got sometimes seem small but around a bunch of couples and people divorcing, marrying and drinking the question is always

always

brought up again and when you’re single you start ruffling through your exes, I don’t even need a damn drink in my hand, I just have to cross the floor, kick the rug and raid through the vinyls to find the most used ones and wonder if the cigarette smell on them is my own or his.

His.

It digs into my mind, just like I traces I don’t see, maybe I don’t even see them in my mind anymore. 

READ MORE BRIAN MOLKO FANFICTION HERE

Jul
30
2014

THE BLUNDERBUSS ANGEL SAID THE UNION IS FOREVER 6
The pills had started working then in high school and I noticed men around me, as if all the women faded out. 

Just like it were now, even if I get married and there are petals thrown at us and everything changes with drugs, I don’t get dreams of people dying and I wake up feeling in bliss until I recall that I am with a woman when I want a man to lay by my side. So I stand up and I smoke outside, in my boxers, sun already grazing the streets and I keep smoking in my briefs, knowing how lazy the neighborhood is, even up to the point that I could take out my cock and wank, nothing would happen. 


Then I see a girl in a window and I make my way in, not interested in women, yet Kate feels like a cover. There is nothing wrong with her or the sex, it’s more fluid, it just happens with images of Jack starting to fill my mind. 

READ MORE JACK WHITE FANFICTION HERE

THE BLUNDERBUSS ANGEL SAID THE UNION IS FOREVER 6

The pills had started working then in high school and I noticed men around me, as if all the women faded out. 

Just like it were now, even if I get married and there are petals thrown at us and everything changes with drugs, I don’t get dreams of people dying and I wake up feeling in bliss until I recall that I am with a woman when I want a man to lay by my side. So I stand up and I smoke outside, in my boxers, sun already grazing the streets and I keep smoking in my briefs, knowing how lazy the neighborhood is, even up to the point that I could take out my cock and wank, nothing would happen. 

Then I see a girl in a window and I make my way in, not interested in women, yet Kate feels like a cover. There is nothing wrong with her or the sex, it’s more fluid, it just happens with images of Jack starting to fill my mind. 

READ MORE JACK WHITE FANFICTION HERE

Jul
29
2014

PDD OR HYPOXYPHILIA 2
The alarm clock brings everyone to life and it’s just a lazy queue to the bathroom, as some just blindly apply eyeliner and the smoke still in the air and the smell of beer and bottles rattling around as I wake. I choose to get dressed, not really bothered to be there on time, dressing up with a cigarette, holding small talk through the string of everyone’s hangover wondering how many faces will I forget tomorrow. It’s weird to catch yourself within the moment when you realize that all of this will be more faded and bleak as a photograph and at the moment I’m not sober enough to treasure my place in the queue. 
First love is an odd thing, the one which actually consumes you and when you have moments when you recall the person before you loved, when they looked average, just like Brian had, standing alone, slightly tugging on his scarf, eyes closed and lips dragging in the cigarette.
I had walked up to him, while he was smoking, plainly to bum a cigarette and he just stretched me one, confidence all stripped bare, leaving the soon to never be teenager in spite. 
I had barely stripped him bare from the dust in my memory to speak in the lightest way fondly and I had only spoken to Alison about him once, when he had been on and we had been pacing around the room, both of us chain smoking the same cigarettes passed around. He had seemed to be looking right ahead, head now shaved, eyes sunken with some old odd grief which I had seen when I was leaving him, still too much love held for himself. 
READ MORE BRIAN MOLKO FANFICTION HERE

PDD OR HYPOXYPHILIA 2

The alarm clock brings everyone to life and it’s just a lazy queue to the bathroom, as some just blindly apply eyeliner and the smoke still in the air and the smell of beer and bottles rattling around as I wake. I choose to get dressed, not really bothered to be there on time, dressing up with a cigarette, holding small talk through the string of everyone’s hangover wondering how many faces will I forget tomorrow. It’s weird to catch yourself within the moment when you realize that all of this will be more faded and bleak as a photograph and at the moment I’m not sober enough to treasure my place in the queue. 
First love is an odd thing, the one which actually consumes you and when you have moments when you recall the person before you loved, when they looked average, just like Brian had, standing alone, slightly tugging on his scarf, eyes closed and lips dragging in the cigarette.
I had walked up to him, while he was smoking, plainly to bum a cigarette and he just stretched me one, confidence all stripped bare, leaving the soon to never be teenager in spite. 
I had barely stripped him bare from the dust in my memory to speak in the lightest way fondly and I had only spoken to Alison about him once, when he had been on and we had been pacing around the room, both of us chain smoking the same cigarettes passed around. He had seemed to be looking right ahead, head now shaved, eyes sunken with some old odd grief which I had seen when I was leaving him, still too much love held for himself. 

Jul
29
2014

Snap Out Of It
Life is too bleak and suicide seems like something even bleaker, why would you throw something away which hasn’t even irritated me, it’s just some dull void, which is just there and the window is always open, letting noises in and I let the knocks go louder and I do eventually get yanked out of bed by the extra key, pretty much yanked by my pajamas and I can hear his boots on the empty pizza boxes.

I need to pull myself together.

Jamie lights a cigarette as he pushes me into the shower. He holds his silence, his back turned to the door, as I just slowly force myself under the water, not even feeling it at first.

“You didn’t show up at her funeral.” I don’t even want to grunt, but I just do as a soft answer, as he just glances back at me and it amuses me how he holds his Sunday in suits tradition. Right. I trail my fingers on the tiles. Jamie keeps looking at me as I keep trailing the tiles.
READ MORE ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE/MILES KANE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Snap Out Of It

Life is too bleak and suicide seems like something even bleaker, why would you throw something away which hasn’t even irritated me, it’s just some dull void, which is just there and the window is always open, letting noises in and I let the knocks go louder and I do eventually get yanked out of bed by the extra key, pretty much yanked by my pajamas and I can hear his boots on the empty pizza boxes.


I need to pull myself together.


Jamie lights a cigarette as he pushes me into the shower. He holds his silence, his back turned to the door, as I just slowly force myself under the water, not even feeling it at first.


“You didn’t show up at her funeral.” I don’t even want to grunt, but I just do as a soft answer, as he just glances back at me and it amuses me how he holds his Sunday in suits tradition. Right. I trail my fingers on the tiles. Jamie keeps looking at me as I keep trailing the tiles.

READ MORE ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE/MILES KANE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Jul
28
2014

SNAP OUT OF IT
It’s the noise which pierces and stings, it’s some daft desire as life seems to be bleak, anxiety no longer even pulling me together to do things, it being rolled in by all bed covers and being under the bed to resemble a monster, seems like the only big opportunity to actually grasp. 

Everything seems to be wrong, that even jealousy doesn’t even tickle me and I have no courage to go back somewhere I even should be in.

Life is too bleak and suicide seems like something even bleaker, why would you throw something away which hasn’t even irritated me, it’s just some dull void, which is just there and the window is always open, letting noises in and I let the knocks go louder and I do eventually get yanked out of bed by the extra key, pretty much yanked by my pajamas and I can hear his boots on the empty pizza boxes.

I need to pull myself together.

Jamie lights a cigarette as he pushes me into the shower. He holds his silence, his back turned to the door, as I just slowly force myself under the water, not even feeling it at first.
READ MORE ALEX TURNER FANFICTION HERE

SNAP OUT OF IT

It’s the noise which pierces and stings, it’s some daft desire as life seems to be bleak, anxiety no longer even pulling me together to do things, it being rolled in by all bed covers and being under the bed to resemble a monster, seems like the only big opportunity to actually grasp. 


Everything seems to be wrong, that even jealousy doesn’t even tickle me and I have no courage to go back somewhere I even should be in.


Life is too bleak and suicide seems like something even bleaker, why would you throw something away which hasn’t even irritated me, it’s just some dull void, which is just there and the window is always open, letting noises in and I let the knocks go louder and I do eventually get yanked out of bed by the extra key, pretty much yanked by my pajamas and I can hear his boots on the empty pizza boxes.


I need to pull myself together.


Jamie lights a cigarette as he pushes me into the shower. He holds his silence, his back turned to the door, as I just slowly force myself under the water, not even feeling it at first.

READ MORE ALEX TURNER FANFICTION HERE

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