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Schultz stumbling on the gang planning or doing something INCREDIBLY verboten and immediately noping out (highlight of every episode imo)

truly the highlight, i fully agree

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John shuts down his computer. As the screen powers down, he crushes out his cigarette in the ashtray on his desk. A weary sigh escapes him as he stands.

“Boring day, Johnny?” A gravelly voice behind him teases.

“Fuck off,” John responds without turning around.

That earns him a dark laugh. “So rude, honey. Especially after the favor I just did you.”

Chills run down John’s spine at those words. He turns, firearm drawn, and glares at Wiley. “What did you do?”

In the blink of an eye, the gun is out of John’s hand and in Wiley’s instead. “Does it matter? I did it for you.”

Gritting his teeth, John’s hand drops to his side. “It absolutely matters,” he replies firmly.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out then, Johnny.” Wiley tosses the gun at him.

John catches the firearm but Wiley has already disappeared.

Swearing under his breath, John holsters his gun before turning to march out of his office.

On the drive home, Wiley’s words play over and over in his mind. His mind immediately goes to Eric. He tries to shake the thought: if anything had happened to Eric, he would have been notified. Still, his hands grip the wheel tighter.

When he pulls into the driveway, a sigh of relief leaves him at the sight of Eric’s car.

When he steps inside, he calls, “Eric? Dearest, are you home?”

“I’m in the kitchen.”

John frowns at the flat tone of his husband’s voice. He makes his way into the kitchen to find Eric sitting at the kitchen table, slumped over a glass of whiskey.

“Hey,” John says gently as he sits in the chair next to him, a hand coming up to rub Eric’s back. “Bad day?”

Eric shakes his head. “Beyond that.” He looks up, tired dark eyes locking on John. “I got interrogated by the police today.”

“...you mean as part of one of your cases?” John questions, not quite believing his ears.

“No.” Eric knocks back the rest of his whiskey. “The CCTV went out in the office today. Security went around to check on everyone and when they made it to Seth’s office…” His voice falters for a moment. “They found him dead.”

It feels as though John just plunged his entire body into ice water. He can hear Wiley’s voice in his mind, taunting. “Suicide?”

“Not unless he managed to stab himself in the chest and get rid of the knife,” Eric deadpans. He takes a deep breath before pouring another glass of whiskey. “Not to mention whoever killed him shoved a Granny Smith apple in his mouth.”

John can feel the color drain from his face at the mention of the apple. His stomach turns. “So why question you?” he manages to ask.

“Because other people in the building heard us arguing this morning,” Eric answers, “I was telling him his behavior at dinner the other night was completely inappropriate and he just kept calling me a hardass. So I’m suspect number one, apparently.”

“You have an alibi, right?” John asks worriedly as he begins rubbing Eric’s back once more.

“Yeah, I was working with clients all morning,” Eric answers, “I haven’t been charged and I doubt anything will stick. It’s just… it’s unnerving.” He looks to John again. “Are you okay, my love?” he questions softly, “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

John nods. “I’m just concerned for you, dearest,” he lies, “Has anyone checked on Sandra?”

“I know they notified her, but I was told not to contact her until I’m cleared completely,” Eric answers.

That makes sense. John takes a deep breath before leaning forward to press a kiss to Eric’s cheek. “We’ll get through this,” he assures him.

Eric gives a weak smile at those words. “I hope so,” he murmurs.

“I’m going to go change,” John tells him as he slowly pulls away, “Do you want to order dinner? I’ll go pick it up.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Eric agrees as he pulls out his phone. Any preferences?” “Get whatever you want.” John stands. “I’ll be right back.”

He heads up the stairs. When he makes it into their bedroom, John closes the door behind him, taking care to lock it. “I know you’re watching,” he says into the quiet of the room. “Show yourself.”

Wiley seems to ooze from the shadows of the room, smirking at John. “What, you didn’t like my surprise, honey?” he asks innocently.

“You framed my husband for murder!” John keeps his voice quiet, not wanting to alert Eric.

“You’re focusing on the wrong thing, Johnny,” Wiley says, waving his hand dismissively. “I got rid of someone who upset you.”

“He didn’t deserve to die over it!” John insists.

Wiley’s eyes glint, turning green for a split second. “I disagree. Now-” He steps closer to John, backing him up until his back hits the door. “I believe you still owe me a kiss.”

Before John can even think, he’s shoving Wiley back. Wiley stumbles back a few steps. Anger flashes through his dark eyes as he regains his balance. “You shouldn’t have done that, Johnny,” he says as he steps forward again.

John raises his hands once more to push Wiley away. Wiley catches them easily, pinning John’s arms to the door. John tries to pull free, to no avail.

“Stop fighting me, honey,” Wiley warns. His grip tightens on John’s arms as he leans in, pressing his lips against John’s.

John struggles for a moment before his eyes fall closed, melting into the kiss. It’s so familiar it’s hard to fight.

“That’s what I thought,” Wiley smirks as he pulls back just enough to speak. “I’ll be seeing you soon, honey.” He presses another quick kiss to John’s lips before releasing him and disappearing.

Catching his breath, John tries to ignore the fluttering guilt in his chest before he heads into the closet to change into civilian clothing.

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“It’s basic courtesy, John,” Eric states as they walk up the drive of a lavish, two story house, “We were invited, so we’re going to show up.”

John sighs. He’s dressed smartly, in a sage colored button down and a pair of khakis. “Yes, but you know how I feel about Seth. He’s just so… obnoxious.”

Eric rolls his eyes. “We can’t all be stoic little soldiers, John.”

They reach the door. Eric reaches a hand up and rings the doorbell before John can say anything.

The door swings open, revealing a petite woman with cascading, curling red hair. “Eric! John! So glad you could make it!” she greets as she steps back to let them inside.

“Good to see you, Sandra,” Eric answers with that winning grin of his. John merely nods as he follows his husband inside.

They’re led to an elegant dining room with walls of deep burgundy. An ornate, crystal chandelier hangs over the table where a man with sandy blond hair sits, sipping from a glass of red wine.

At the appearance of the two men, Seth sets his glass down and stands. “Eric, you son of a bitch! Glad you could make it!” He rounds the table to shake Eric’s hand. He turns to look at John. “I see you managed to pull this one away from work,” he laughs, “Though it looks like he couldn’t leave the military greens at home for even a night!”

John forces himself to smile. It feels more like a grimace. “I’m just dedicated to my job and country.”

“You should be dedicated to your husband! Don’t let one of the interns snatch him away from you,” Seth jokes, gently nudging John in the ribs.

Frowning, Eric raises an eyebrow. “Seth, that’s enough.”

Seth raises his hands defensively. “I’m just saying, I see how some of the incoming interns look at you.”

“I said that’s enough,” Eric repeats firmly. He settles in one of the chairs at the table and John quickly sits beside him.

Seth opens his mouth again, only to be cut off when Sandra enters from the kitchen, carrying a basket of dinner rolls. She sets them on the table before scurrying back into the kitchen. It’s a quick procession of dishes being carried in: a large roast, candied carrots, and mashed potatoes.

Sandra serves everyone before fixing her own plate and finally sitting down.

“Wine, John?” Seth offers, holding up what John can only imagine to be an expensive bottle of merlot.

“Please,” John confirms, holding up his glass so Seth can pour into it. “Everything looks great, Sandra,” he compliments.

“Oh, thank-” Sandra starts, only for Seth to cut her off.

“Wine for you as well, Eric?”

Eric offers his glass, a small frown on his face. “Thank you.”

After the wine has been poured, Seth settles back into his seat. “So, did you hear about Anderson and the mess he’s in?”

John quickly tunes out their legal talk, choosing instead to pick up his fork and begin eating. He tunes back in as Sandra reaches for a dinner roll when he hears Seth say, “Do you really think you need those extra carbs?” he chastises.

Gritting his teeth, John opens his mouth, only for Eric to subtly nudge him under the table to stop him.

Meekly, Sandra shakes her head before setting the roll back in the basket.

“I’ll be right back,” John says as he sets down his fork before standing from the table. He goes to walk out of the dining room, stopping when he hears Seth’s voice.

“What’s the matter, Johnny?”

John turns around, hand reaching for a firearm that isn’t there. Seth visibly flinches from the force of John’s glare. “Don’t call me that.”

He turns again, ignoring Seth’s stuttering apology, before heading for the front door.

Once outside, he pulls a pack of cigarettes and his lighter from his pocket. He pulls out a cigarette, placing one between his lips before lighting it and taking a deep drag. Sliding the pack back into his pocket, he runs a hand back through his hair.

“Stressed, Johnny?”

Blowing out smoke on a sigh, he turns to see Wiley leaning back against Eric’s expensive sports car. “What do you want?”

“A lot of things.” Wiley’s eyes seem to glint in the glow of the streetlights. “Mostly, I want that kiss you cruelly denied me the other night.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re not getting it.” John turns away as he takes another hit off the cigarette.

There’s a low chuckle directly behind him. A familiar hand brushes John’s hair away before lips press against his neck.

John closes his eyes and counts to five. “Stop.”

“Why should I?” Wiley teases. He grabs John by the shoulder, spinning him around. “You’re mine, remember, honey?” he asks as his fingers dip past John’s collar to grab the chain his tags hang from. “It’s why you still wear this.”

Swallowing heavily, John shakes his head as he steps back out of Wiley’s reach. “Not anymore. Whatever we had died the day you went through the portal.”

Wiley laughs, a loud, harsh noise. “We both know that’s a lie, Johnny. Is that what you tell yourself? Does that help you sleep at night, pretending you’re over me?” He takes a step forward. “We both know you’ll never get over me, Johnny, no matter how much you like to play make believe with Eric.”

The sound of the door opening catches John’s attention. He turns to look and, out of the corner of his eye he sees Wiley disappear.

“John? You alright, my love?” Eric asks as he steps outside, closing the door behind him.

Flicking the ashes off the end of his cigarette, John steadies his voice as he says, “No. Seth is an asshole.”

“He is,” Eric agrees. He comes to stand beside John, rubbing his back soothingly. “Let’s just make it through dinner then we don’t ever have to come back, alright? I promise.”

Sighing, John takes one last drag off the cigarette. “Fine,” he agrees.

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“Will should be Pete” “Joey could still be Pete” “Max Jagerman hot chocolate boy”

You fools, it’s finally time

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Outside, thunder crashes as lightning illuminates the sky a foreboding shade of purple. Rain pounds against the windows, the downpour too much to see clearly through.

The flame of the candle flickers, casting the room in a faint, eerie glow. John wraps himself in a throw blanket as he sits on the couch, listening to the storm. On the coffee table in front of him sits a bottle of whiskey and a glass half full of the amber liquid.

His fingers itch for a cigarette, but he’s not going out in the rain for one. Instead, he picks up the glass of whiskey and knocks it back in one go.

The thunder shakes the house as John pours himself another glass.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees a figure standing by the couch. “I’ll be in bed soon, Erik.”

A dark chuckle comes from the figure. “Wrong husband, Johnny.”

John finishes his drink, already feeling himself needing another. “What do you want?”

The couch dips slightly as Wiley sits next to him. “Aw, don’t be like that, honey,” he drawls as he throws an arm around John’s shoulders. “I’m just here to keep you company.”

“Could have done that better if you had never left in the first place,” John mutters as he picks up the bottle. He ignores the glass entirely as he goes to bring the bottle to his lips.

Wiley doesn’t stop him. His dark eyes glint maliciously in the candlelight. “You wound me, Johnny, you really do. You could have come with me.”

“I’m not having this conversation again,” John snaps as he slams the bottle on the coffee table.

Wiley’s eyebrows shoot up at this, clearly taken aback by the uncharacteristic anger. Before he can speak, John speaks again.

“You abandoned me. You don’t get to spin it around and make yourself the victim.” His head spins from the alcohol and the words spill from his mouth. “Going with you was never an option, but you coming back from your mission was. You gave up everything: your rank, your life, our relationship.”

His heart  threatens to explode, but he keeps going. “And I’m getting really tired of you coming back again and again just to dangle the carrot in front of my face, knowing damn well I’ll never get it!”

Wiley’s expression softens. He looks like Wilbur, sounds like Wilbur as he speaks, “John, honey-”

“Don’t call me that!” John glares at him fiercely. “You gave up the right to call me that when you pledged your allegiance to the Lords in Black.”

A hand comes up to grab John’s chin firmly. Wiley begins to lean in but John brings a hand to his chest to shove him back. “Stop!”

The shock in Wiley’s eyes as he releases John is quickly replaced by anger as his brow furrows.

Before either can speak, the sound of footsteps on the stairs break the quiet.

Wiley disappears as fast as John can blink.

“John? Are you coming to bed?” Erik calls from about halfway up the staircase. “It’s getting late.”

“...yeah,” John replies, forcing himself to keep his voice calm. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

He leaves the whiskey and glass on the table, planning to leave it for the morning. As he stands, he blows out the candle, plunging the room into black nothingness.

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today is the last day of my animation class :(

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Your marvelous advice got me where I am, now I'll give you some. You better straighten up and toe the line around here, or else.

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Uhhhhhhhh that seems bad

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Starkid: Cinderella's Castle

Based off the song "Ash to Ash"

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THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS

COMING BACK TO STAGE SUMMER 2025

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I would love to see some fanart of the Narrator with Ragweed if you are so inclined

i was inclined!!

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we passed a sign in boring that said their sister city is dull, scotland

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- I know this is a ridiculous question, Carter, but how does it work? - I'll show ya! - Oh good. - This'll be rich. - Watch.

Hogan's Heroes | S04E02 'Klink Vs The Gonculator'

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me when I am filled with thoughts of The Character but I also have a group presentation to give in 2 hours that isn’t finished and I am also slightly sick but not sick enough to be excused from class

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Hey! I love your artwork esp of Hogan’s Heroes. I like how you portray the group shenanigans and Hogan’s tired dad energy lmao

If you’re still doing requests for art could you do one of this meme please? If you’re not that’s fine!

yup, @colpapabear's post just about sums these two up -- Klink's anxiety is on a hair trigger and boy does Hogan love pulling that trigger

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@feghoti the secret balding backstory that we've all been waiting for...

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The 2025 Papa Bear Awards!!!!!

And now the moment you've all been waiting for! The results of the 2025 Papa Bear Awards! Thanks for coming along on the ride with us! Thanks to everyone who voted and congratulations to all the winners!!!

Best Snapshot

Gold

It's a Puzzlement by snooky-9093

The Ham Scam by Tuttle4077

Three Old Women Went to Market by Fear-Of-The-Cold

Silver

Eyes of Mercy by LightShiner14 (@annieslytherpuff21)

I Can't Share Everything by ShortGirlWithaPen

Bronze

Burdened by Crystal Rose of Pollux (@rose-of-pollux)

Lest We Forget by LightShiner14

Best Short Story

Gold

A Tale of Three Cities by Sierra Sutherwind

Silver

A Discouraging Word by Picasso Penguin

Hitching a Ride by snooky-9093

That's a Lot of Blood by Rockport268 (@radarsteddybear)

The Night of La Befana by Sierra Sutherwind

Bronze

Invisible Cat! by tallsunshine12

Best Medium-Length Story

Gold

Hogan, Private Eye by Sam Worth

Silver

A Friendly Game of Monopoly by Tuttle4077

Candide's Garden by dust on the wind

Life's a Journey: Fork in the Road by Sam Worth

The Man in the Mirror by Abracadebra

Bronze

A Proper Dog by dust on the wind

Hop to It by Abracadebra

Best Long Story

Gold

The First and Last Dance of General Kinchmeyer by Book 'Em Again

Silver

2024 Short Story Speed Writing: A Coward's Guide To Survival by dust on the wind

Bronze

A Hogan's Heroes Christmas Carol by Rockport268

Life's a Journey: Dead End by Sam Worth

Best Novella

Gold

Fractured by Fear-Of-The-Cold

Silver

Inktober 2024 Shorts by Tuttle4077

Bronze

Dawn on the Horizon by Sam Worth

Best Challenge

Gold

The First and Last Dance of General Kinchmeyer by Book 'Em Again

Silver

A Friendly Game of Monopoly by Tuttle4077

The Last of the POWs by Rockport268

The Man in the Mirror by Abracadebra

Bronze

Hogan, Private Eye by Sam Worth

Best SSSWC

Gold

A Proper Dog by dust on the wind

Silver

Bonfires and Illuminations by Goldleaf83

Careful the Things You Say by Abracadebra

Bronze

Candide's Garden by dust on the wind

Wrong Place at the Right Time by Crystal Rose of Pollux

Best Crossover

Gold

Hubris by snooky-9093

Silver

Beat the Odds by Crystal Rose of Pollux

Bronze

Close to Home by Crystal Rose of Pollux

Best Portrayal of a Canon Character

Gold

Kinch in The First and Last Dance of General Kinchmeyer by Book 'Em Again

Silver

Hogan in The Man in the Mirror by Abracadebra

Bronze

Carter in Damaged Goods by Tuttle4077

Best Portrayal of a Canon Extra

Gold

Burkhalter in Strange Bedfellows by snooky-9093

Crittendon in The Great (Chicken) Escape by tallsunshine12

Marya in The First and Last Dance of General Kinchmeyer by Book 'Em Again

Silver

Baker in Life's a Journey: Fork in the Road by Sam Worth

Olsen in Roam by TheSailingRabbit

Bronze

Mavis Newkirk in Inktober 2024 Shorts by Tuttle4077

Wilson in Screaming to be Heard by GrrraceUnderfire

Best Original Character

Gold

Gerta in A Proper Dog by dust on the wind

Silver

Thomas Fletcher in Fractured by Fear-Of-The-Cold

Bronze

Father Valentin in Dawn on the Horizon by Sam Worth

Shipley in 2024 SSSWC: A Coward's Guide to Survival by dust on the wind

Best Portrayal of a Visiting Crossover Character

Gold

General Savage in Hubris by snooky-9093

Silver

Marty in Beat the Odds by Crystal Rose of Pollux

Bronze

Doc in Beat the Odds by Crystal Rose of Pollux

Most Unique Story

Gold

Hogan, Private Eye by Sam Worth

Silver

2024 Short Story Speed Writing: A Coward's Guide To Survival by dust on the wind

Fractured by Fear-Of-The-Cold

Bronze

A Proper Dog by dust on the wind

The Good, the Bad, and the Pigeon by TheSailingRabbit

Best Multimedia Entry

Gold

Newkirk in Profile by peter-newkirks-smolder (@peter-newkirks-smolder)

Silver

Out of Reach by Vielmouse (@vielmouse)

Bronze

Hogan's Muppets by tommy-gun-4077-13