#Ever since i was a little boy i knew i didnt like needless violence and death

[aropride]

>be me >8 years old >know killing people is wrong >know the military kills people >wonder why everyones so obsessed with how honorable it is to be in the military is and how brave soldiers are when they literally kill people

>be me >21 years old >still wondering this

[foilfreak]

Headcannons for my favorite One Punch Man rarepair: Golden Ball x Spring Mustachio

Both joined the Hero Association around the same time and knew of each other in passing, due to living in the same city, but didn’t officially meet until about 8 months in, and as a result of that, these two did NOT like each other at all during those first 8 months. Spring Mustachio thought Golden Ball was just another crass and reckless delinquent using heroism as a legal outlet for violence, and Golden Ball thought Spring Mustachio was an entitled rich boy who was probably paying his way up the hero ranks. When the two heroes were finally forced to formally introduce themselves to one another at the first annual Hero Association banquet, or some other equivalently pointless publicity stunt the Associacion probably put on at some point or another, they were shocked to find just how wrong their initial judgments of one another actually were.

Despite Golden Ball’s appearance, what with the bleach-blonde hair, slightly baggy clothes, tall, muscular frame, and the lollipops that Spring Mustachio correctly guesses are a substitute for cigarettes, Golden Ball is actually incredibly intelligent, having earned a master’s degree in chemical engineering (this particular headcanon is inspired by @batneko) from a highly prestigious university (currently considering going back for his PhD if he can save up the money), and all of his signature weapons are his own personal inventions. Likewise, Spring Mustachio, despite having the appearance and persona of someone who grew up having everything handed to him on a silver platter, had long ago rejected the escalator to success his parents had offered him in the form of taking over as head of their family business, in favor of going out on his own to explore the world and everything it had to offer, mastering the art of swordsmanship and opening his own restaurant (where even after hiring a decent sized staff, he still took up menial tasks such as washing dishes and serving guests) along the way.

After getting to know each other at that first meeting, the two heroes became surprisingly fast friends, their personalities mixing rather well together on top of having many shared interested, and even began hanging out outside of their hero duties, where they already spent a considerable amount of time together considering how frequently the Association paired them together for missions. Most of their time outside of work was spent at Spring Mustachio’s restaurant, engaging in casual, slightly teasing conversation over onion rings and a couple rounds of beer after a long day of hero work. Later on into their friendship however, it became much more common for Golden Ball to also come into the restaurant during the day to bother the older man during his shift, not that Spring Mustachio minded the company one bit, especially if it meant having a couple of extra hands available to dry the dishes he’d just washed. It eventually got to the point where it was pretty much common knowledge throughout the city that if Golden Ball wasn’t out on a patrol or sent away on a mission for the Association, the first place you ought to check if you’re looking for him would be Spring Mustachio’s. Likewise if it’s Spring Mustachio you’re looking for and the restaurant is a no-go, try your hand at getting ahold of Golden Ball, cuz wherever he is, chances are that Spring Mustachio is standing right next to him. Its a wonder how the whole city doesn’t start assuming the two are dating when they begin referring to each other as ‘Gold’ and ‘Spring’, during hero work, and exclusively by their first names when off the clock.

The two heroes remain nothing more than close friends for full year after their first meeting, and while both had developed more-than-friendly feelings for one another over that time, neither were planning on doing anything about it, not wanting unrequited feelings to potentially ruin the incredible friendship they’d formed, among the other internal struggles that come with accepting that you’re attracted to other men in a society that, although no longer criminalizes homosexuality, definitely still doesn’t view it in a positive light by any means. Spring Mustachio has been in the closet his whole life and plans to keep it that way to avoid the potential social backlash. Golden Ball on the other hand didn’t realize he was bisexual until grad school and has since only managed to work up the courage to come out to his (thankfully incredibly supportive) family and closest childhood friends. Needless to say neither of them were in the headspace to even think about confessing, especially when they had so much to lose should it not go well, and both heroes were content to simply let their feelings die out over time if it meant that their friendship would remain intact.

Things change however, when Golden Ball’s place gets totally trashed in a monster attack, and the younger man finds himself staying with Spring Mustachio at his house until it can be repaired. Now not only do both men have to deal with their budding feelings for one another, but they also have to deal with their budding feelings for one another while also figuring out how to coexist in the same space, made even more interesting by the fact that Golden Ball has two pitbulls, Gizmo and Tonka, and Spring Mustachio isn’t the biggest fan of dogs (spoiler: Spring Mustachio falls in love with the sweet little puppers and spoils them absolutely rotten, much to Golden Ball’s amusement). Over the couple of months it takes for Golden Ball’s apartment to be fixed the men learn several things about each other that never would have come to light in any other context, including, but not limited to: Spring Mustachio’s extensive collection of alcohol bottles from all the drink’s he’s tried over the years (and of course all the stories that come with those bottles), Golden Ball’s horrific nicotine addiction being the result of an undiagnosed anxiety disorder that got BAD toward the end of undergrad and was forced to come to an end when he had a heart attack at 25, the tumultuous relationship Spring Mustachio has had with his family (specifically his parents) since breaking away from the plan they had created for him, the fact that Golden Ball is easily the biggest nerd that Spring Mustachio has ever met (and probably the smartest too), the brief run Spring Mustachio had as a competitive fencer in his early 30s that Golden Ball thinks he should get back into, the adorable way Golden Ball talks to his dogs when he thinks no one is listening, and so much more.

These things of course only cause their feelings to worsen and the situation just continues to spiral out of control from there. Im torn over whether I want them to actually get together in like a nice, mature way, like they ultimately end up talking abou their feelings to just get them off their chests, you know like adults, or if i want them to confess after getting into a huge fight, like maybe one of them got really hurt and some things they didnt actually mean were said and so they didn’t talk for a bit but then they end up tracking each other down and confessing after the tension finally snaps or something like that. I’ll leave that up for you all to decide but what i will say is that they get together just as Golden Ball’s apartment is finished being rebuilt, but with his lease being up at the end of the month and having already settled rather comfortably at Spring Mustachio’s place, he decides not to renew the lease and just stay where he is, much to Spring Mustachio’s delight.

As for their families, Spring Mustachio tells only his older sister and younger brother, who are confused, but ultimately supportive and happy that their brother found someone he truly loved and wanted to be with. His parents end up finding out somehow and while they aren’t exactly thrilled about it when they first learn that their eldest son is dating another man nearly 20 years his junior, they are, to their credit, polite and avoid making any inappropriate comments on the rare occasions he and Golden Ball do agree to visit the estate for dinner. Golden Ball initially only tells his parents, but things rarely stay secret for very long in his family, and not even a week goes by before his grandparents are calling asking if he’ll be bringing his new boyfriend to the cookout at the end of the month. Spring Mustachio has a fantastic time meeting the plethora of grandparents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and close family friends that make up Golden Ball’s wonderfully lively family, though he does end up getting thrown into the pool by Golden Ball’s older brothers at some point, as is custom treatment for “new members” of the family. He doesn’t seem to mind all that much, especially when Golden Ball’s mother finally breaks out the baby pictures and he gets to coo over how adorably plump his boyfriend was as an infant, much to said boyfriend’s growing embarrassment.

For professionalism’s sake they decide to keep the relationship on the dl and though the two are rarely seen apart, they save the more intimate moments and actions for behind closed doors. No need to give the press an excuse to start shit.

Let me know what you think of my headcanons and what your headcanons are for this rarepair if you have any!!!

[itslovewithyouthings]

BLOG TOUR – Ready For His Rule by Angel Payne @AngelPayneWrtr Captain Jo… https://ift.tt/2YKbThj

BLOG TOUR – Ready For His Rule by Angel Payne @AngelPayneWrtr Captain John Franzen. Inside the lines… It's the definition of life for Tracy Rhodes and she has no choice about that. Lines–lots of them–are what happens when one is sworn in as second-in-command of the free world. But the lines are crushed beneath the boots of Captain John Franzen assigned as a special advisor to her security team for a high-profile event in Vegas. The towering warrior with the haunted stare shatters her composure invades her libido and makes her yearn for things she shouldn't. Sweaty illicit things…with her body pinned beneath his… Outside the boundaries… John Franzen six and a half feet of rigid composure on the outside is a lost man on the inside. Why the hell is he even alive? A guy isn't supposed to survive eleven years in Special Forces especially after the crazy missions he's been assigned. Accepting the security gig in Vegas is just a favor to a friend–a way to fill time that's become too damn empty lately. Until the cushy "babysitting job" becomes the most treacherous mission of his life–and the politician he's protecting becomes the woman in his bed. The lover beneath his bonds… The submissive he longs to claim forever. Breaking all the rules… She's destined for marble halls and an oval office. He's wired for dirt and violence. Will her passion be enough to tame his demons…to claim the ultimate wild boy as her own? AMAZON UShttp://amzn.to/2ndKY9i AMAZON UK I iBOOKS I NOOK I KOBO He pulled back watching his hand curl on itself in midair. He thought of all the damage that fist had done to so many shitheads and losers over the years but was now a symbol of utter helplessnessinches from a person he was aching to help. Fate was getting in all its best taunts today. His spirit hadnt agonized this much even when the news about Nichols had come out. And the pain in this stall is about youhow? Easy answer. It wasnt. But no way in hell was he leaving her in here all but drowning herself in several senses of the word. If she ordered him all the way out of the shower then hed abideand simply sit on the tile outside. One puddle for another; no difference to him physicallybut he would stay here for her whether she asked for it or not. Even if it fucking killed him. For now he chose to simply settle back on his haunches. Nearly as an afterthought reached and cranked the spray off. In the eerie silence after Tracy joined her quiet sniffs to the heavy drops of the draining water. John re-balled both his hands hating even the inches between them. To not even touch her let alone resist the baser need to clutch her close Fuck. Waterboarding had nothing on this shit. And the worst part hadnt even sunk in. Shes just following your lead asshole. That was the worst part. In protecting her from his secret side hed been locked out of her secrets too. In shielding her from his darkness shed made sure he stayed right therein the dark. Away from the ability to even give her some light Moron. You. Same sentence Keoni John Franzen. Finally she snuffled with more determination. Jerked up her head a little long enough to slide him a furtive side-eye but nothing more. She pulled her hand all the way back in tucking it beneath her chin as she settled her head against the wall again. I want to talk to Craig. A brutal exhalation left him. His throat tightened. His chest compressed. Hell nothing was comfortable. Nor was it meant to be. I know you do he murmured. Imscared. Screw uncomfortable. Everything was agonyespecially when she wouldnt even let him do anything about it. No. When hed pushed her away out in the bedroom letting her walk away with the impression that he wouldnt do anything. I know you are. At least he had words. Paltry proxies but theyd have to suffice somehow. I have no idea what to do. But you dont have to figure it out alone kuuipo. Her face contorted again though not with impending tears. Her eyes flared with irritation. Dont call me that. He barely repressed a grin. Youre gorgeous when youre all hissy kitten. Yeah? Well I have Tigress claws remember? Fine fine. He held up both hands. Maybe you just want maam again? And maybe you just want me to hunt down a flattening iron. His chuckle was impossible to tame. Her glower went from simmering to smoky. He had no idea there were so many nuances of gray. In her eyes they were all fascinating. Maybe you can just close your eyes and pretend Im Craig. The offer was sincerehe was up for any creative solution herebut her laughter high and biting was nowhere near a vote of approval. Thats so not going to happen. He frowned. Why not? Because Id know the difference. How? John. Her laugh mellowed to a watery eye roll. He suddenly knew how Luke must feel when a test wasnt studied for. Id know the difference between you and any other man. And just like that no more feeling like her teen kid. Feeling everything like the jerk whod probably made the biggest mistake of his life with her earlier and would spend the rest of his mortal days cussing himself out for it. Fuck. Might as well start now. Kuuipo. Her tigress side flared in a swift snarl. What didnt you understand about not calling me that? And what dont you understand that Im only here to help? The backlash his higher ground pick of a reply was still better than choice two: smashing one hell of a kiss on her feisty lips. It slipped. So skewer me. Her regard softened. Its okay. Justbe careful. Now he was the one clinging to his scowl. You dont even know what it means. I can guess by your tone. And thats a bad thing? When your voice alone makes me want to come over there and maul you? Yeah. She glanced again letting her stare linger longerto his intense pleasure. More intense than he wanted to admit but couldnt deny. Not when the heat from his skin met the wetness of his clothes and created a new experience for him. Steam Bathin SenSurround. Tracy. He heeded her requestthe tone was new; perhaps the first time hed ever used it outside a bondage dungeon beforethough its replacement was just as merciless. Perhaps more so. He issued her name as a declarationa command. Nothing hed ever use on his battalion members because this asked for a different kind of obedience. No. Demanded it. What? Shed dropped her head but lifted it again. Her eyes had turned huge as a pair of London moons. Do youwantto maul me? For the first time since hed crawled in here her body loosened. She opened up a little still staring with the moon in her eyesonly now joined by the comets in her energy. Untamed rogue cometsall aimed his direction. Want isnt the word Id use. Flames licked the edges of her voiceand now the length of his cock. Fuck how this woman got to him. How her spirit and sass challenged him. How her desire affected him Tracy. He didnt hesitate about wielding the dungeon command now. Doubly deep three times as severe. Wh-what? Oh yeah. He also liked it when her defiance wobbled a little. What would it be like to make it shake a lot? Get over here and maul me. USA Today bestselling romance author Angel Payne has been reading and writing her entire life though her love for romances began in junior high when writing with friends on "swap stories" they'd trade between classes. Needless to say those stories involved lots of angst groping drama and gooey kissing. She began getting a paycheck for her writing in her twenties writing record reviews for a Beverly Hills-based dance music magazine. Some years various entertainment industry gigs and a number of years in the hospitality industry later Angel returned to the thing she loves the most: creating character-based romantic fiction. Along the way she also graduated with two degrees from Chapman University in Southern California taking departmental honors for English before writing five historical romances for Kensington and Bantam/Doubleday/Dell. Angel found a true home in writing contemporary-based romances that feature high heat and high concepts focusing on memorable alpha men and the women who tame them. She has numerous book series to her credit including the Kinky Truth series the Secrets of Stone series (with Victoria Blue) the W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces series and the acclaimed Cimarron series. Temptation Court a new series being launched through the Dark Nights Discovery project debuts in 2016. Angel still lives in Southern California where she is married to her soul mate and lives on a street that looks like Brigadoon with their awesome daughter and Lady Claire the dog with impeccable manners. When not writing she enjoys reading pop culture alt rock cute shoes enjoying the outdoors and being a gym rat. FACEBOOK I TWITTER I WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER Blog Tour

[

BLOG TOUR – Ready For His Rule by Angel Payne @AngelPayneWrtr Captain Jo… https://ift.tt/2YKbThj