Sep
17
2014

TO MILES 34
The illness starts wearing off on Christmas eve, when Jamie brings coffee for both of us and I feel oddly better this morning, my anxiety rising and my mind far too sober, which Jamie explains that the medicine should’ve started working on me properly as he smiles and I can’t even recall what he had said regarding me kissing Miles again. He kisses me softly and I apologize for not having a gift due to my unconscious state and I suggest paying in sex whenever I can, smirking. Jamie mock rants that he’d get sex anyway and we laugh it off as I make space for him on the bed, my hands still trembling.

Maybe the devil did make himself into my guardian angel, but isn’t then when you can see both sides that you can choose?

I don’t really speak much, Miles running in my eyes and I know Jamie’s heard of it and he keeps silent at first, presuming that I’m still ill but only my skin recently is the sole thing which gives it away as I lift myself up. Where does wrong even end? I push myself back down as I feel him pull me closer and I close my eyes. I’m thankful for whatever anyone else is doing and I wonder how deep are we and closer to Christmas. I can’t speak and fear seems to be pounding and I wonder if it’s solely minutes left until Christmas. 
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TO MILES 34

The illness starts wearing off on Christmas eve, when Jamie brings coffee for both of us and I feel oddly better this morning, my anxiety rising and my mind far too sober, which Jamie explains that the medicine should’ve started working on me properly as he smiles and I can’t even recall what he had said regarding me kissing Miles again. He kisses me softly and I apologize for not having a gift due to my unconscious state and I suggest paying in sex whenever I can, smirking. Jamie mock rants that he’d get sex anyway and we laugh it off as I make space for him on the bed, my hands still trembling.


Maybe the devil did make himself into my guardian angel, but isn’t then when you can see both sides that you can choose?


I don’t really speak much, Miles running in my eyes and I know Jamie’s heard of it and he keeps silent at first, presuming that I’m still ill but only my skin recently is the sole thing which gives it away as I lift myself up. Where does wrong even end? I push myself back down as I feel him pull me closer and I close my eyes. I’m thankful for whatever anyone else is doing and I wonder how deep are we and closer to Christmas. I can’t speak and fear seems to be pounding and I wonder if it’s solely minutes left until Christmas. 

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Sep
17
2014

GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES IN THE TUNNEL OF LOVE 2
Silence seems to throb around as Jamie raises his dark green eyes, clutching the now empty glass, putting it down, next to the mirror, as he just maintains his thoughts, closing his eyes, his fingers shaking as I recall how we seemed to be giving each other the allowance to break with the other, we’ve lost count how many times either of us would have to move out, yelling at each other, for some reason all love gone at that moment. 

I try to recall us, in photobooths, Jamie’s hair changing from blonde to black and back, hidden photos of him in dreads, all of us laughing at last year’s outfits and clashing guitars as we would make out, whilst showing whatever we had written to each other. 

Depression comes back with a string of memories, a taste of doubt as I recall all the awkward dances we’ve had, different haircuts, different clothes, the same love pulsing and subtracting us from one another. It’s too wrong to remember who did the mistakes. Anxiety strikes like thunder. I’ve spoken enough already, my intentions more than clear and my fear transparent to his naked eye. 

“I just think…” What do I think?
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GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES IN THE TUNNEL OF LOVE 2

Silence seems to throb around as Jamie raises his dark green eyes, clutching the now empty glass, putting it down, next to the mirror, as he just maintains his thoughts, closing his eyes, his fingers shaking as I recall how we seemed to be giving each other the allowance to break with the other, we’ve lost count how many times either of us would have to move out, yelling at each other, for some reason all love gone at that moment. 


I try to recall us, in photobooths, Jamie’s hair changing from blonde to black and back, hidden photos of him in dreads, all of us laughing at last year’s outfits and clashing guitars as we would make out, whilst showing whatever we had written to each other. 


Depression comes back with a string of memories, a taste of doubt as I recall all the awkward dances we’ve had, different haircuts, different clothes, the same love pulsing and subtracting us from one another. It’s too wrong to remember who did the mistakes. Anxiety strikes like thunder. I’ve spoken enough already, my intentions more than clear and my fear transparent to his naked eye. 


“I just think…” What do I think?

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Sep
17
2014

CANTEEN 2
The fear of the next morning comes even before the morning strolls in to stroke the windows and I’m still with Miles, who is pretty much passed out and I had just nodded at Jamie, who had lit a cigarette and left, quickly glancing back and I had just snuck in, a key stolen from Miles for a while and everything was quiet besides the burn on my lips from the previous short kiss. Sexuality really slaps you, it doesn’t have to be everyone, it can only be that one person who yanks you out of the waters of your own misunderstanding and he had done so even if I didn’t even realize how attractive he was for a fair while. 

Maybe it’s my own break up with all my senses as I just sit in Miles’ arm chair and I wonder why didn’t he tell me about Ezra and if he does indeed wants to bend me over in two and I just feel like I’ve drank something sacred and I just take off the leather jacket, hearing Miles roll over closer to the wall and I take off my jeans and I wonder how obvious is it that I was attracted to men and how nothing had happened between me and Miles when even our own parents have decided to tell us it’s ok to come out, to which Miles came out and I didn’t.

Maybe the least obvious to you is actually what you are. 
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CANTEEN 2

The fear of the next morning comes even before the morning strolls in to stroke the windows and I’m still with Miles, who is pretty much passed out and I had just nodded at Jamie, who had lit a cigarette and left, quickly glancing back and I had just snuck in, a key stolen from Miles for a while and everything was quiet besides the burn on my lips from the previous short kiss. Sexuality really slaps you, it doesn’t have to be everyone, it can only be that one person who yanks you out of the waters of your own misunderstanding and he had done so even if I didn’t even realize how attractive he was for a fair while. 


Maybe it’s my own break up with all my senses as I just sit in Miles’ arm chair and I wonder why didn’t he tell me about Ezra and if he does indeed wants to bend me over in two and I just feel like I’ve drank something sacred and I just take off the leather jacket, hearing Miles roll over closer to the wall and I take off my jeans and I wonder how obvious is it that I was attracted to men and how nothing had happened between me and Miles when even our own parents have decided to tell us it’s ok to come out, to which Miles came out and I didn’t.


Maybe the least obvious to you is actually what you are. 

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Sep
17
2014

TO MILES 34
"I’m sorry-"
I jerk my head to look at Miles, whose gaze is still firmly locked at the dancing Julian and now Jonny seems to be strumming the guitar, looking ahead as if he’d seen a ghost and I just look at my former lover. I wonder how much do feelings burn?
"I think we both should be. We both saw you as an escape-" And with that the match is struck, the forest already being burnt to the dawn and for a mist to avoid visibility.
"Speak for yourself, Kane." I spit out, my throat still swollen and the laughter becomes as much noise as the jokes. He sours up but there’s too much warm traces in his eyes but I don’t know for which of his former lovers.
"Come on, Turner, out of all us, you sent out the most men with you never even laying a hand on women. You pretend to be this…" He struggles on words and gets a sip. "Young sailor who just decided to try what another man’s tongue tastes like and everyone falls for it, me-"
He swallows. “Included.” But he had more to add.
"Hince." Miles adds and I smirk.
"You went for him underage, how old were you fourteen, Miles? I barely knew my sexuality back then, all I knew was that I liked men, but I wasn’t on my knees sucking someone off." I snap.
"I didn’t send him to his death, did I?" He raises his voice but we quickly hiss at each other to avoid any confrontation from any sailor and everyone is too busy laughing at Thom in a dress doing the cancan by himself.
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TO MILES 34

"I’m sorry-"
I jerk my head to look at Miles, whose gaze is still firmly locked at the dancing Julian and now Jonny seems to be strumming the guitar, looking ahead as if he’d seen a ghost and I just look at my former lover. I wonder how much do feelings burn?
"I think we both should be. We both saw you as an escape-" And with that the match is struck, the forest already being burnt to the dawn and for a mist to avoid visibility.
"Speak for yourself, Kane." I spit out, my throat still swollen and the laughter becomes as much noise as the jokes. He sours up but there’s too much warm traces in his eyes but I don’t know for which of his former lovers.
"Come on, Turner, out of all us, you sent out the most men with you never even laying a hand on women. You pretend to be this…" He struggles on words and gets a sip. "Young sailor who just decided to try what another man’s tongue tastes like and everyone falls for it, me-"
He swallows. “Included.” But he had more to add.
"Hince." Miles adds and I smirk.
"You went for him underage, how old were you fourteen, Miles? I barely knew my sexuality back then, all I knew was that I liked men, but I wasn’t on my knees sucking someone off." I snap.
"I didn’t send him to his death, did I?" He raises his voice but we quickly hiss at each other to avoid any confrontation from any sailor and everyone is too busy laughing at Thom in a dress doing the cancan by himself.

Sep
17
2014

I’m waiting to greet you 2

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 JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.pt/2014/09/im-waiting-to-greet-you-2.html

I’m waiting to greet you 2

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 JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.pt/2014/09/im-waiting-to-greet-you-2.html

Sep
17
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 ALISON/JAMIE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.pt/2014/09/lets-make-straight-offensive-since.html

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 ALISON/JAMIE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.pt/2014/09/lets-make-straight-offensive-since.html

Sep
16
2014

I’m waiting to greet you 2
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.

We never gambled over her openly, but we had once started a game of yatzee, rolling dice, wine and whiskey scattered on the floor and his eyes glued to mine, his fingers touching mine with every dice roll, maybe the candy on the bottom of the bag is the one most chosen, because it was on the beginning. 

But he had kissed her, when she had rejected me, when he rejected me, it’s a spiral of rejection and the pick and mix never seems to run out and he keeps rolling the dice.
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I’m waiting to greet you 2

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.


We never gambled over her openly, but we had once started a game of yatzee, rolling dice, wine and whiskey scattered on the floor and his eyes glued to mine, his fingers touching mine with every dice roll, maybe the candy on the bottom of the bag is the one most chosen, because it was on the beginning. 


But he had kissed her, when she had rejected me, when he rejected me, it’s a spiral of rejection and the pick and mix never seems to run out and he keeps rolling the dice.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Sep
16
2014

PDD or Hypoxyphilia 2
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 JAMIE HINCE/BRIAN MOLKO FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

PDD or Hypoxyphilia 2

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. 

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Sep
16
2014

Snap Out Of It 2
“People survive plane crashes?” Why wouldn’t I survive suicide then if something pulls my fear by the strings? And Jamie just shrugs pulling on the coat on me with the small anchors and I just frown, my hair lazily swept to the side, I couldn’t manage to get a quiff and I refused Jamie’s help and I lingered on his eyes. He in his forties looked far younger than I did and a sighed, as the smaller man put his arm around my shoulders and we headed off. 

We choose Jamie’s local and I’m still surprised Kate hasn’t called but with the rumors flying around and the tabloids just picking on her outfits, I don’t ask anything from Jamie and Archie is as silent besides in Jamie’s dreams, as the pooch decided to remain in the house. 
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Snap Out Of It 2

“People survive plane crashes?” Why wouldn’t I survive suicide then if something pulls my fear by the strings? And Jamie just shrugs pulling on the coat on me with the small anchors and I just frown, my hair lazily swept to the side, I couldn’t manage to get a quiff and I refused Jamie’s help and I lingered on his eyes. He in his forties looked far younger than I did and a sighed, as the smaller man put his arm around my shoulders and we headed off. 

We choose Jamie’s local and I’m still surprised Kate hasn’t called but with the rumors flying around and the tabloids just picking on her outfits, I don’t ask anything from Jamie and Archie is as silent besides in Jamie’s dreams, as the pooch decided to remain in the house. 

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

Sep
16
2014

Snap Out Of It 2
Jamie takes the couch every night and I wonder how come we both wake up and there is nothing awkward about both of us in pajamas and eventually he drags Archie in and soon enough even his doggy things are all here and he just watches me amused and the fact that Jamie talks to him in his sleep creeps me out a bit, so I just watch him from afar, wondering what the fuck would a forty five year old talk with an Italian born dog?

“The tempting thing about suicide is that if there’s nothing after death then all of this will be forgotten.” I tell that to Archie on the third night as Jamie headed out for groceries and we agreed to head out tomorrow and I wonder how alienated I shall feel.

It seems to slowly start wearing off with Jamie nearly yanking me out of bed every night and soon enough he even forces me outside and I smile for the first time in a while, clothing a bit too plain because I couldn’t tell myself that I would look good in a button up and Jamie drops his suits as well, which eases me a bit and he looks far better than I do and he’s the one who does my quiff as I sit on the edge of the bathtub and I feel as if I’m just getting dragged out from the dead and I take my while before we head outside. 
READ MORE ALEX TURNER/MILES KANE/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Snap Out Of It 2

Jamie takes the couch every night and I wonder how come we both wake up and there is nothing awkward about both of us in pajamas and eventually he drags Archie in and soon enough even his doggy things are all here and he just watches me amused and the fact that Jamie talks to him in his sleep creeps me out a bit, so I just watch him from afar, wondering what the fuck would a forty five year old talk with an Italian born dog?

“The tempting thing about suicide is that if there’s nothing after death then all of this will be forgotten.” I tell that to Archie on the third night as Jamie headed out for groceries and we agreed to head out tomorrow and I wonder how alienated I shall feel.

It seems to slowly start wearing off with Jamie nearly yanking me out of bed every night and soon enough he even forces me outside and I smile for the first time in a while, clothing a bit too plain because I couldn’t tell myself that I would look good in a button up and Jamie drops his suits as well, which eases me a bit and he looks far better than I do and he’s the one who does my quiff as I sit on the edge of the bathtub and I feel as if I’m just getting dragged out from the dead and I take my while before we head outside. 

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