Masen Gets More Gifts Than Me

From Rebadams7 . . .2011-10-28 . chapter 11
What a ride,
what a rush
dangerous red shirts
hearts and
half pipes
always the tip
to the great
unknown
except there is a very good reason to land now
Reb

From Ss77 . . .
Chapter 9:
Opening my heart
My words spill
Ridiculous attempts
At apologies
Mom, hair, you, happy
Bella

Chapter 10:
I want to be
Worthy of her
Be the man
She needs
I will prove that
To her
To her father
To myself
Because we love

From Detroitangel . . .

2011-11-04 . chapter 12
You are the future I cannot stay to have.

Never did I think

I would embrace each day

So many rotten ones

Survival used to be awarding.

Now I anticipate

Each moment

Each blush

Each touch

That drives my body to want

To need

Another day with you.

Reward me with sustenance

From your kitchen

From your mind

From your skin, lips, fingertips.

I live each moment and cherish my rewards;

I die each moment knowing

I cannot give much back.

I give you all that I am

Crawl inside

Leave it all in your heart.

2011-11-15 . chapter 14
I've been a shield for so long;

Repelling fists and strong arms.

You throw your heart at me

I'd drop every piece of protection

To grab

To embrace

To keep your love safe.

I can't let you go

Wanting all of you;

My hand in your hair

My mouth on your breast

Every piece of me

Protected inside of you.

From SusanQ who insists that she is Bella and Masen is her boyfriend . . .
SusanQ
2011-11-21 . chapter 15
Have I mentioned I have the sweetest boyfriend ever? And, I'm going to California with him. I am.

There are Vans (maybe even Cons) everywhere . . .


Looks like Masen and Bella aren't the only ones writing on their Vans . . .



Songs that Remind me of Masen Days . . .


Masen Days Banner made by Aidian_Momma

Even More Gifts For Masen

 All of these are from @aidan_momma whose been Masen spamming me. I love it! Don't stop! These are a few of my favorites. You may see them again in my picteases...

All of these ones scream golf course to me. Love!

 

  

 

Masen Days was mentioned on The Wayward Pushers on  October 19 and October 22. Just a small blip but sweet nonetheless.

Masen Days was also rec'd here by @smut_wh0res.

I love these poetic reviews from detroitangel! They are so great! 

2011-10-17 . chapter 10 

detroitangel

Pink

Soft

Featherlight touches

Umber

Depth

Adoring glances

Feel her breath on my wrist

On my neck

On my tongue

Give her words

Give her trust

Whatever she'll take from me

Now

detroitangel 2011-10-25 . chapter 11

Nourishing

She feeds my body

My soul

Dirty thoughts

Pens in dirty places

Licks, shared, of frozen treats

Tight, red t-shirt

My Devil

My Angel

Hands and lips and tongue

She can eat me whole.

Masen Days was a part of Twific Trivia on Tuesday 10/18 with this Twifictogram. How cute is this?

From @sabriel017

From @AltheaJams. Hee hee!

Posted by @denverpopcorn. This song will stick in your head. I'm not kidding. Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers...

Banner made by Jordan aka @hotsauce_twiguy. Don't you love it?!

Masen Days

Masen Days was a one shot written for the Boys on Boards Anonymous Contest, and it won 3rd Place! Yay me and my team: _ss77_, LuvinJ, Perrymaxed, Mac_214! Now it is a multi-chaptered fic, and it is live!

Masen Days by Purelyamuse

A brief excerpt from Masen Days Chapter 1: The Day I Meet Masen

I say, "Hi."

He says nothing in response – just shakes his head to get the sweaty strands out of his eyes – which I think are the color of the sea – but I can't be sure because the hair curves back over his face a second later. My eyes sweep over his features, landing on a leather choker around his neck. It's plain but suits him.

"I'm not in any hurry. Feel free to stay awhile."

He turns and skates away, meeting up with the other guys under the bridge and riding the curves of the concrete.

I try to pay attention to the other boys, who show off, doing aerials as if gravity doesn't exist, but I can't keep my eyes off Masen. It's really impressive the way his body moves on such a silly thing as a piece of wood attached to some wheels. I wonder how long he's been a skater and want to ask. I'm not sure if I'll be brave enough, though. Besides, Angela is right: he's quiet.

Masen skates closer after awhile, this time jumping from the top of the stairs, landing back onto his board. I'm so scared for him, but I shouldn't be. He's amazing at this.

"Ready?" he asks. I nod, and he grabs his ratty backpack from a heap on the concrete, swinging it over his shoulder. I don't want him to know I'm ogling the muscles in his arms when he does, so I fuss with my hair, stealing a pencil from someone's bag to twist my hair into a bun. It's too hot with it down anyway. Without a word, he walks away, skateboard in hand. Guess that's my cue – I follow, falling into step beside him.

The silence is deafening and lasts for almost the entire trip home. I stumble due to my discomfort when he says, "Like your Vans."

"Thanks." I look down at my light blue shoes. "I've had them for a few years. They're comfy."

He stops at the end of the sidewalk and kicks up his white and black checkered shoe, saying, "One year. Had to buy new ones 'cause my feet got too big."

"Sounds like a personal problem," I say, then mutter, "but not a bad one to have." I can't believe I just said that.

Desperate to recover I say, "I mean, 'cause you know what they say about men with big feet . . ." I suck at first impressions.

He chuckles quietly and glances my way while running his hand through his hair, pushing it back. His eyes are so bright, and I was right – sea green. He smiles and, wow, it's gorgeous. Come to think of it, he's gorgeous. It's really the first time I've seen him still, and I like still Masen.

I smile in return, and he looks away, almost as though he's ashamed. Was he upset about my crude comment? No, couldn't be. He laughed.

"I'm on Brooks, down this way," he says.

"Okay. See ya in school?"

"Yeah, sure." He looks down at his feet like they're fascinating and hops on his board, leaving me on the corner. I walk myself the rest of the way home.

Don't look at the banner. Don't look at the banner. Crap! I looked at the banner.

Do you judge a book by its cover? I'd like to say that I don't, but yeah, I do. I've been reading a lot since I had Babymuse. Oh, who am I kidding? I always read a lot. That's neither here nor there. The point is I read recs from various review sites before I actually open a fic. One reviewer (with a private blog like myself) seems to have similar taste. I've been reading her reviews and jumping on the fics she has rec'd. So far, so good.

I was sifting through her recs the other day when I came across a review of a story that I was very tempted by, until . . . I saw the banner. It was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. I wanted to cry for the author. Did she make it herself? Did a fan make it and she didn't have the heart to tell her fan that it licked balls? Because, um, it did. So much so that I just couldn't read the story even though I was really interested.

Well, this same story suddenly became popular on various sites. There was a buzz about it and apparently another banner was made. A good banner and a blinkie. And suddenly I was all about reading the story. I did and it was good. As good as I expected it to be.

My point: if you read a rec and think the story is worth a read and you're a shallow bi-otch like me, don't look at the banner. My second point is to writers who have no skill in photoshop, just go bannerless. I beg you. A bad banner does you no good; it is a disservice. Just let your words speak for themselves.

I found another rec today for a story I'm interested in and the same thing has happened. I tried, I really tried not to look at the banner. I couldn't help it. Its sad cut-and-paste-a face-here look was just calling my name. It was like a bad train wreck. I couldn't not look no matter how much I chanted, "Don't look at the banner. Don't look at the banner." I just had to look and was so disappointed when I did. More ball lickage. Ew. We'll see if I get get over my issues and read it anyway. Maybe I'll be two for two and stop thinking like a jerk. Sigh.

*Just as an aside, I by no means think that my banners (the ones I made) are amazing. They are pretty plain and boring; however, they are pleasing to eye in that they don't make me want to gouge my eyes out or boycott my own fics. That's all I have to say about that.