Aug
20
2014

TO MILES 33
Love -

I forget my own words, as I feel him stroking my cheek and I wonder where are we.

I can’t even recall what I had just called love, as I feel his lips against my own, not demanding a kiss, just waking me up, slowly lifting me from the water I had been dunked into, as the last drops fall from my fingertips. And I wake up with anxiety, opening my eyes just to feel Jamie’s hand on my cheek as I see that I am still in the ship, only in the doctor’s office and I wonder how long had I been passed out-

And Miles’ kiss is upon my lips as I keep observing him, trying to figure out what is it that I had been thinking and he kisses me again-

“Al, rest up, love.” My mouth is dry and I wonder what else has he to say, but instead I just feel tired again and I think it’s some medication and I fall asleep with the thought of him carrying me and it’s the only time something tender in public is dismissed as the actual care he gives to me, my legs tangle among themselves.

I try to remember many things, when my legs aren’t tangled with Jamie’s and we don’t wake up in odd positions or Jamie entirely curled up against me, but the first time we had fallen asleep together, opening our eyes briefly just to lock, having that one second of bliss before we’d realize how the whole thing started. Jamie’s arm is stretched to touch mine, as he’s asleep on the floor, head near my hip, hat off and on the chair as well as his suit. 
 
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TO MILES 33

Love -

I forget my own words, as I feel him stroking my cheek and I wonder where are we.

I can’t even recall what I had just called love, as I feel his lips against my own, not demanding a kiss, just waking me up, slowly lifting me from the water I had been dunked into, as the last drops fall from my fingertips. And I wake up with anxiety, opening my eyes just to feel Jamie’s hand on my cheek as I see that I am still in the ship, only in the doctor’s office and I wonder how long had I been passed out-

And Miles’ kiss is upon my lips as I keep observing him, trying to figure out what is it that I had been thinking and he kisses me again-

“Al, rest up, love.” My mouth is dry and I wonder what else has he to say, but instead I just feel tired again and I think it’s some medication and I fall asleep with the thought of him carrying me and it’s the only time something tender in public is dismissed as the actual care he gives to me, my legs tangle among themselves.

I try to remember many things, when my legs aren’t tangled with Jamie’s and we don’t wake up in odd positions or Jamie entirely curled up against me, but the first time we had fallen asleep together, opening our eyes briefly just to lock, having that one second of bliss before we’d realize how the whole thing started. Jamie’s arm is stretched to touch mine, as he’s asleep on the floor, head near my hip, hat off and on the chair as well as his suit. 
 

Aug
18
2014

SETTLE A QUARREL 3
The first thing we had decided to do with Alison with a folder in her hand, not yet opening whatever had been inside, my first thought maybe it was some odd haunted thing where a green blob would fall on us from the ceiling and I really thought it to be some obscure game as she gave me the jelly bracelet and put on one herself. We both made coffee in the kitchen which was quite spacious, no evidence of ghosts and both us still silent besides the fact that we just decided to get some coffee and we didn’t even sit on the small kitchen table, avoiding everything else. 
It’s funny how different and diluted silence may be sometimes as we just drink the coffee and I look at the soft violet bracelet around my wrist. It seems to be attached quite strongly now and I just shrug, twisting it around and I don’t bother much with it as Alison starts opening the envelope, putting her mug aside. She clears her throat, giving one last sip, her eyes trailing ahead as she goes back to glance at the bracelet and narrows her eyes lightly at it, so I try to peek into the papers and Alison makes a shooing motion and I just bite my bottom lip, wondering if she will read the instructions aloud. 
“Apparently…” She holds a pause and then points to the jelly odd bracelet. “If we are not in the same room, we get an electrical shock, just a small one. But we still get it.”
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

SETTLE A QUARREL 3

The first thing we had decided to do with Alison with a folder in her hand, not yet opening whatever had been inside, my first thought maybe it was some odd haunted thing where a green blob would fall on us from the ceiling and I really thought it to be some obscure game as she gave me the jelly bracelet and put on one herself. We both made coffee in the kitchen which was quite spacious, no evidence of ghosts and both us still silent besides the fact that we just decided to get some coffee and we didn’t even sit on the small kitchen table, avoiding everything else. 
It’s funny how different and diluted silence may be sometimes as we just drink the coffee and I look at the soft violet bracelet around my wrist. It seems to be attached quite strongly now and I just shrug, twisting it around and I don’t bother much with it as Alison starts opening the envelope, putting her mug aside. She clears her throat, giving one last sip, her eyes trailing ahead as she goes back to glance at the bracelet and narrows her eyes lightly at it, so I try to peek into the papers and Alison makes a shooing motion and I just bite my bottom lip, wondering if she will read the instructions aloud. 
“Apparently…” She holds a pause and then points to the jelly odd bracelet. “If we are not in the same room, we get an electrical shock, just a small one. But we still get it.”

Aug
17
2014

I NEVER KNEW THAT ALISON DOES THE MAIN RIFF IN THE VOID

HOLY FUCK

HOLY FUCK

AND YES, THE VOID WAS PLAYED LIVE APPARENTLY

Aug
16
2014

Close 6

“Am I your lover?” Jamie asks me when Archie is asleep and the plan is still unfolding in his eyes and I just crook my head in confusion, watching him, the petals of love still stroking my face. I hold my silence in my hands, letting himself talk, as if I were nothing yet a small cigarette companion, to be discarded with all the thoughts and just the taste and soothing sense within. “It’s a funny word, lover.”

He glances at me.

He pets me as if I were Archie. Jamie pulls the covers over him as we are parted with two beds tonight and Archie on the floor, smuggled inside a plastic bag, as he would ruffle his way out but the night took its hours on the concierge. 

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Close 6

“Am I your lover?” Jamie asks me when Archie is asleep and the plan is still unfolding in his eyes and I just crook my head in confusion, watching him, the petals of love still stroking my face. I hold my silence in my hands, letting himself talk, as if I were nothing yet a small cigarette companion, to be discarded with all the thoughts and just the taste and soothing sense within. “It’s a funny word, lover.”

He glances at me.

He pets me as if I were Archie. Jamie pulls the covers over him as we are parted with two beds tonight and Archie on the floor, smuggled inside a plastic bag, as he would ruffle his way out but the night took its hours on the concierge.

READ MORE ALISON/JAMIE FANFICTION:

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Aug
16
2014

Blue/Jacket 5

“Education is very superficial, sometimes… well, I just feel like I missed on a club to…” He widens his eyes. “To be superficial for ever, y’know? But the thing is if something is exclusive, like me being gay wouldn’t fly there, why should I be there? But then I just got traumatized by one country, so maybe I’m too judging.”

“No…I don’t think so.” We both end our coffees as the same time, synchronized as I watch the older man. “All the realizations come anyway sooner or later. Not necessarily after a wank-”

Jamie smirks.

READ MORE MILES KANE/ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.pt/2014/08/bluejacket-5.html

Blue/Jacket 5

“Education is very superficial, sometimes… well, I just feel like I missed on a club to…” He widens his eyes. “To be superficial for ever, y’know? But the thing is if something is exclusive, like me being gay wouldn’t fly there, why should I be there? But then I just got traumatized by one country, so maybe I’m too judging.”

“No…I don’t think so.” We both end our coffees as the same time, synchronized as I watch the older man. “All the realizations come anyway sooner or later. Not necessarily after a wank-”

Jamie smirks.

READ MORE MILES KANE/ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION:

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Aug
16
2014

BLUE/JACKET 5
“Yeah.” I order a second coffee and Jamie follows my example. I glance at him as he gets a cigarette and excuses himself, after I tell him to go ahead. The two coffees arrive, my own head fuzzy and at first I don’t look at him through the window, his coat widely opened as he first just smokes, watching the people and even lighting someone else’s cigarette and after that he glances at me, before smirking at our eye contact and he just mockingly heads up to the window and blows smoke at me. I just flip at him, smirking and he just stands there finishing the cigarette and it’s awkward to know that we have nowhere to lean, so he just discards the cigarette and heads back in, getting his coat off and we resume the awkwardness only with no window, Alex deep in my thoughts. Where does Alex fit in then, if I’ve got Jamie on my back? What do I even do if he were to kiss me and it feels weird knowing that I haven’t kissed anyone in a few years, my own lips only touching the cold air and wanting someone else’s. 
What about Alex? And I get anxious that I can’t get myself to knock on Alex’s door and I don’t think I will be, yet here I am with a Brazilian, drinking coffee as he presses his palm against my forehead and I’m still cold and he just ignores his own thinking by drinking more coffee. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

BLUE/JACKET 5

“Yeah.” I order a second coffee and Jamie follows my example. I glance at him as he gets a cigarette and excuses himself, after I tell him to go ahead. The two coffees arrive, my own head fuzzy and at first I don’t look at him through the window, his coat widely opened as he first just smokes, watching the people and even lighting someone else’s cigarette and after that he glances at me, before smirking at our eye contact and he just mockingly heads up to the window and blows smoke at me. I just flip at him, smirking and he just stands there finishing the cigarette and it’s awkward to know that we have nowhere to lean, so he just discards the cigarette and heads back in, getting his coat off and we resume the awkwardness only with no window, Alex deep in my thoughts. Where does Alex fit in then, if I’ve got Jamie on my back? What do I even do if he were to kiss me and it feels weird knowing that I haven’t kissed anyone in a few years, my own lips only touching the cold air and wanting someone else’s. 
What about Alex? And I get anxious that I can’t get myself to knock on Alex’s door and I don’t think I will be, yet here I am with a Brazilian, drinking coffee as he presses his palm against my forehead and I’m still cold and he just ignores his own thinking by drinking more coffee. 

Aug
16
2014

SNAP OUT OF IT
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. “She-”

“I know, she cheated. He was there at the funeral. Miles told me.”

“Cunt. Should’ve kept his mouth shut.”

“Yeah, well, better than you keeping it silent. Since you seem to be fond of secrets.” I grumble and Jamie just looks away, going away to find an ashtray which is deserted among the bed covers in the bedroom. He comes back. 
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SNAP OUT OF IT

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. “She-”


“I know, she cheated. He was there at the funeral. Miles told me.”


“Cunt. Should’ve kept his mouth shut.”


“Yeah, well, better than you keeping it silent. Since you seem to be fond of secrets.” I grumble and Jamie just looks away, going away to find an ashtray which is deserted among the bed covers in the bedroom. He comes back. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

Aug
15
2014

FIJI
I remember the street and how someone had decided to build a tent above a store light and I just sat there waiting for maybe my parents to trigger along.I headed into one of the newsagents and bought two postcards, each postcard was meant for two people and I walked into a post office paying with local coins to see the Queen and I handed them off, ruffling my short hair and in the end I was out to walk through the tall houses which seemed older than all the streets I’ve walked back home.I started hearing music and I walked on further, twirling slightly and then I came back to my fast pace with huge footsteps glancing at how the white Converse shoelaces started getting gray as they interacted with the loops. I saw a young man playing with a piercing in his nose and his chin pierced as he just sat underneath a staircase, playing, not looking up and I just stopped as he let himself smoke a cigarette and he glanced at me, as I stayed there and I wondered how flat I was for whatever reason and I looked at his pierced ear and how the smoke slowly went from his mouth.
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

FIJI

I remember the street and how someone had decided to build a tent above a store light and I just sat there waiting for maybe my parents to trigger along.

I headed into one of the newsagents and bought two postcards, each postcard was meant for two people and I walked into a post office paying with local coins to see the Queen and I handed them off, ruffling my short hair and in the end I was out to walk through the tall houses which seemed older than all the streets I’ve walked back home.

I started hearing music and I walked on further, twirling slightly and then I came back to my fast pace with huge footsteps glancing at how the white Converse shoelaces started getting gray as they interacted with the loops. 

I saw a young man playing with a piercing in his nose and his chin pierced as he just sat underneath a staircase, playing, not looking up and I just stopped as he let himself smoke a cigarette and he glanced at me, as I stayed there and I wondered how flat I was for whatever reason and I looked at his pierced ear and how the smoke slowly went from his mouth.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

Aug
14
2014

SETTLE A QUARREL 3
The first thing we had decided to do with Alison with a folder in her hand, not yet opening whatever had been inside, my first thought maybe it was some odd haunted thing where a green blob would fall on us from the ceiling and I really thought it to be some obscure game as she gave me the jelly bracelet and put on one herself. We both made coffee in the kitchen which was quite spacious, no evidence of ghosts and both us still silent besides the fact that we just decided to get some coffee and we didn’t even sit on the small kitchen table, avoiding everything else. 
It’s funny how different and diluted silence may be sometimes as we just drink the coffee and I look at the soft violet bracelet around my wrist. It seems to be attached quite strongly now and I just shrug, twisting it around and I don’t bother much with it as Alison starts opening the envelope, putting her mug aside. She clears her throat, giving one last sip, her eyes trailing ahead as she goes back to glance at the bracelet and narrows her eyes lightly at it, so I try to peek into the papers and Alison makes a shooing motion and I just bite my bottom lip, wondering if she will read the instructions aloud. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION HERE

SETTLE A QUARREL 3

The first thing we had decided to do with Alison with a folder in her hand, not yet opening whatever had been inside, my first thought maybe it was some odd haunted thing where a green blob would fall on us from the ceiling and I really thought it to be some obscure game as she gave me the jelly bracelet and put on one herself. We both made coffee in the kitchen which was quite spacious, no evidence of ghosts and both us still silent besides the fact that we just decided to get some coffee and we didn’t even sit on the small kitchen table, avoiding everything else. 
It’s funny how different and diluted silence may be sometimes as we just drink the coffee and I look at the soft violet bracelet around my wrist. It seems to be attached quite strongly now and I just shrug, twisting it around and I don’t bother much with it as Alison starts opening the envelope, putting her mug aside. She clears her throat, giving one last sip, her eyes trailing ahead as she goes back to glance at the bracelet and narrows her eyes lightly at it, so I try to peek into the papers and Alison makes a shooing motion and I just bite my bottom lip, wondering if she will read the instructions aloud. 

Aug
14
2014

grasp THE sanity: Settle A Quarrel 3

The first thing we had decided to do with Alison with a folder in her hand, not yet opening whatever had been inside, my first thought maybe it was some odd haunted thing where a green blob would fall on us from the ceiling and I really thought it to be some obscure game as she gave me the jelly bracelet and put on one herself. We both made coffee in the kitchen which was quite spacious, no evidence of ghosts and both us still silent besides the fact that we just decided to get some coffee and we didn’t even sit on the small kitchen table, avoiding everything else. 
It’s funny how different and diluted silence may be sometimes as we just drink the coffee and I look at the soft violet bracelet around my wrist. It seems to be attached quite strongly now and I just shrug, twisting it around and I don’t bother much with it as Alison starts opening the envelope, putting her mug aside. She clears her throat, giving one last sip, her eyes trailing ahead as she goes back to glance at the bracelet and narrows her eyes lightly at it, so I try to peek into the papers and Alison makes a shooing motion and I just bite my bottom lip, wondering if she will read the instructions aloud. 
“Apparently…” She holds a pause and then points to the jelly odd bracelet. “If we are not in the same room, we get an electrical shock, just a small one. But we still get it.”

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