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I mean look at her, how could you not trust her?
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 7 days
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For the drabbles prompt:
"Kill Me" - After Hogan is caught outside the wire on one of his solo missions, Klink is forced to choose between killing Hogan or being shot himself, with the implication that Hogan will be shot either way. So Klink regrettably kills him, but only because he knows his prisoners need him.
I am happy to announce that I have finally finished a request!! For you my dear friend <3 I'd also like to thank you and everyone else who has requested things for their patience as I very slowly wade my way through them all lol but without further ado!!
"Herr Kommandant! Major Hochstetter... he- he caught Colonel Hogan... outside the wire."
They were words that Klink had been dreading to hear and that day had finally come. They echoed loudly in his mind over and over as he desperately tried to think of what to do, what to say, but nothing came.
"Kommandant?" Schultz gently spoke again, snapping Klink back to reality. "What are we going to do?"
Klink stared at Schultz for a moment, realizing how tired and sad he looked. He knew the sergeant was a good man, and he only wanted the best for the prisoners and for this terrible war to be over. But he couldn't give him any hope, for Klink couldn't find any himself.
"I honestly don't know, Schultz," Klink finally answered. "I don't know if there's anything we can do."
"But there must be something."
There had to be, Schultz just knew it. Things couldn't end like this. Hogan couldn't... he just couldn't... Schultz couldn't even being himself to think the word.
Die.
Schultz shuddered a little then turned to face Klink again, hoping against hope that he would be able to do something.
"Send them in," Klink said tiredly. "Maybe we can make this up as we go along."
Schultz nodded then turned to open the door to Klink's office, hoping his commanding officer was as good at winging it as Colonel Hogan was.
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"Colonel Klink," Hochstetter growled menacingly as he entered the office. He radiated confidence and pride with every step he took, fully basking in the glory of the capture of his greatest rival, Colonel Hogan of the USAAF.
Klink could hardly stand Hochstetter's attitude. It made him feel sick to his stomach, but he could not let him know that. He tried to put on a brave face and puffed out his chest, but he felt so deflated on the inside.
"Major Hochstetter," Klink answered, trying to keep his voice steady and making the choice to stand up behind his desk, hoping the fact he was taller than the major would help boost his own confidence. "What brings you here at this ungodly hour?"
"I'm so glad you asked," Hochstetter answered sinisterly as he reached his hand back and dragged Hogan forward. "Missing any prisoners lately?"
Klink looked at Hogan for a moment, noticing that Hochstetter had already had some fun. Hogan's clothes were rumpled and torn. Civilian clothes. There was blood running down the side of his face. A dark bruise was starting to form on his cheek and his hands were tied behind his back. The longer Klink looked, the worse the situation seemed to become.
"Major-" Klink began.
"Let me stop you right there, Colonel. You know the rules just as well as I do. I caught Hogan in civilian clothes, which means he is no longer protected by the Geneva Convention. A pity really."
A twisted smile crossed Hochstetter’s face as he nonchalantly pulled out his pistol and admired the gleam of it in the light of Klink's office.
"I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation, Major-"
"Like what? Are you trying to cover for him? Or maybe trying to cover for your disloyalty to the Fatherland?"
"That's not what I said. If you'd only let me finish-"
"I'm tired of talking Kommandant," Hochstetter said through clenched teeth. "There's only one way for this to end."
Hochstetter paused for a moment, then held his pistol out to Klink.
"And why don't you do the honors?"
Klink's eyes went wide as Hochstetter's words sunk in, and he nearly stumbled back into his chair.
"Unless of course, you'd like to join Colonel Hogan?" Hochstetter couldn't help but smirk at his ingenuity.
"Herr Kommandant," Schultz whispered, his hand resting on his heart. He tried to say more, but the words just weren't coming out.
Hogan just felt... numb. Everything that had happened had been a blur, from his initial capture to now, standing here in Klink's office. He was grateful this had been a solo mission though. He couldn't bear to see any of his men meet this fate.
But when Hochstetter had basically threatened to kill Klink if he didn't kill Hogan, he was suddenly paying very close attention. He honestly couldn't say what he'd rather Klink choose. On one hand, if Klink died what would happen to his men? Would they end up with a vicious kommandant that would treat them worse than any of them could have imagined? How would they fare? Could they keep the operation going?
Would they make it out of Stalag 13 alive?
On the other hand, Hogan wasn't quite sure how he felt about... well, dying. Sure, it had always been a possibility, but now it was actually happening. He didn't necessarily want to go out this way, but if his last act would be protecting his men in a way, so be it. He'd be more than happy to do so.
Klink was also fighting an inner battle. How could he bring himself to shoot one of his own prisoners? Especially one that he interacted with daily? He didn't think he could do it.
But then he also had to think of his other prisoners. What would happen to them if he was killed? Would they be treated well?
Klink had finally come to a decision, regrettable as it was.
"Very well, Major," Klink said. "Let us go outside and get this over with."
Klink calmly took the pistol from an incredulous Hochstetter and gently pushed Hogan in front of him, taking the opportunity to whisper in the American colonel's ear and attempt to explain himself.
"I'm sorry, Hogan. I truly am." Klink tried to speak as fast as he could, knowing Hochstetters's shock at his decision wouldn't last forever. "I do not wish to do this. But the other prisoners... I simply cannot risk them falling into the hands of Major Hochstetter or somebody worse, if that's even possible."
Klink braced himself for how Hogan would react. Not that Hogan was a selfish man, far from it. But given the stress of the situation and how uncharacteristically quiet he had been in the office, Klink didn't quite know what to expect.
"I was thinking the same thing," Hogan answered quietly. "I respect your decision, Colonel. Just... just make sure you don't miss," he finished with a half hearted chuckle.
"Hogan..." Klink began.
"There's nothing more to say, Klink. I hold nothing against you. Let's just get this over with, yeah?"
Hogan turned to face the door, but paused for a moment and turned around to face Klink once again.
"Take care of my men. Make sure they don't meet the same fate as me. Please. They have to make it home."
"Of course," was all Klink could manage.
Not that he had much time to say more, for Hochstetter came barging in not soon after.
"What are we standing around here for?" he shouted. "Let us not waste any more time."
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It was a grim scene at Stalag 13.
Hogan, a helpless standing target.
Klink, the reluctant killer-to-be.
Schultz, crying silently at Hogan’s fate.
And Hochstetter, all too happy to see all of these events unfold.
After all, it was to be the major's crowning moment. A capture he had been waiting what felt like a lifetime for. And on top of it all, he had been able to force Klink to be the one to pull the trigger.
Would Hochstetter have liked to be that man? Sure. Killing Hogan would be a great pleasure. But to have the kommandant do it, especially considering the two interacted daily and Klink was opposed to such violence, now that was even better.
Klink fiddled with the gun for a moment, making sure it was loaded, trying to stall for time. But in the end he knew it was useless. Hochstetter's voice soon confirmed that.
"What are you waiting for, Klink? Have you changed your mind and decided to join Hogan? Because I can happily arrange that," Hochstetter called out impatiently. He was getting tired of waiting.
"That will not be necessary," Klink answered tiredly, raising the pistol and aiming right at Hogan's heart.
Schultz couldn't bear to watch, so he turned away as tears continued to stream down his face. He knew why Klink was doing what he was doing, but he didn't know if he would ever be able to look at his commanding officer the same way ever again.
Hogan silently nodded at Klink, trying to reassure him that it was all going to be okay. Trying to assure him that he should not feel guilty, although he knew he would. Trying to assure him that Hochstter would not win in the end.
Klink nodded in return, but he knew this moment would haunt him for the rest of his life. There was no happy ending here. Only death, pain, and sorrow.
Klink took a deep breath and finally pulled the trigger.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and after what felt like an eternity the bullet finally struck Hogan. He stumbled backward a bit, before falling to his knees. Blood seeped from his chest and stained his white shirt. Then he finally collapsed and hit the dirt.
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That was always when Klink woke up, tangled up in his sheets and drenched in sweat. It was a recurring nightmare for him, although the victim wasn't always Hogan. Sometimes it was Newkirk, sometimes it was even young innocent Carter. But the ending was always the same, and it always left him feeling hopeless and even more resentful of the monster controlling his country. He was just grateful that he hadn't actually had to kill a prisoner. Although the fact they were only dreams wasn't much comfort.
He knew about Hogan's operation. And he knew that Hogan and his men were usually careful. But he couldn't help but think of the what ifs, which always seemed to manifest themselves into twisted nightmares that haunted Klink's sleep.
That was just proof of how high the stakes were in this war though, and while Klink was definitely proud to be helping Hogan, his men, and the Allies, he wished his mind would find better outlets for his anxiety.
"This cursed war is going to be the end of me," Klink grumbled as he sat up, glancing at the clock which read 0200.
But despite all this he couldn't say he regretted anything. He didn't regret Hogan gathering the courage to tell him about his operation. He didn't regret Hogan and his men asking for his help. He didn't regret saying yes.
Because this cause was worth fighting for. His country was worth fighting for. The fate of Europe and the world as a whole was worth fighting for.
And that was of great comfort to him.
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"Morning Kommandant," Hogan sloppily saluted as he walked into Klink's office.
"Good morning Colonel Hogan," Klink smiled. He was genuinely happy to see the man considering his nightmare from the night before.
"Long night? You look-"
"Exhausted? Defeated?"
"Well... yeah."
Klink remained silent for a moment, flashes of the nightmare playing through his head. "Let us just say that I did not sleep well."
Hogan recognized that look, that blank stare. He also had been in this war long enough to know what "I just didn't sleep well" meant. He also knew better than to outright ask about it, but he decided to offer his support anyway.
He traced the wood on Klink's desk, trying to choose his next words carefully. He didn't want to seem like he was prying, but he also wanted to seem genuine.
"If you ever need to vent, I'm here. I'm just a typical POW. I don't do much," Hogan smirked.
Klink couldn't help but chuckle. "Now we both know that is a lie."
"It was worth a shot." Hogan stood and started to leave the room but paused in the doorway. "I mean it though. I offer the same open door policy to my men. And since you're part of the team now... it applies to you too."
"Thank you, Hogan. I appreciate it. Perhaps I shall take you up on that offer another time. All this paperwork you know..." Klink trailed off and ended with a weak chuckle.
Klink knew it was a weak excuse, and so did Hogan. But Hogan also knew how to take a hint and decided to drop the subject for now. Klink would talk if or when he was ready.
"Well I'll let you get to it. It's a shame they're keeping the Iron Eagle cooped up with such menial tasks."
"Dismissed, Colonel Hogan."
"Too far? Yeah, I suppose you're right," Hogan joked, but then he took on a more serious note. "I meant everything I said though, Klink. If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen."
Hogan finished with a nod and a somewhat awkward smile then finally left the room, leaving Klink alone with his thoughts.
Klink appreciated the gesture, he really did. But he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to open up about those nightmares. It was unnerving to see what his mind could come up with at times, but it helped to know he had true friends that wanted to help him.
He had a lot of progress to make, he knew that, but for now that small comfort was enough. He just hoped it'd get him through this bloody war.
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 7 days
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Come watch Hogan's Heroes, we have...
• Short king firecracker chef & self-proclaimed uncle of dogs
• Sweet goofy neurodivergent cinnamon roll who does the science & has the highest kill count in the show
• Fearless leader who definitely has favorite children & could probably convince you a brick was made of solid gold
• Lovably sleazy James Bond reject card shark who charms his way into your heart & your safe
• The quiet, capable sane one who holds everything together & has occasional bouts of sass
• Guy acting friendly & refined in an unfriendly unrefined business who wonders why he loses street cred daily
• Guy who can't always be bothered, but can always be bribed with food & we don't talk about how lowkey relatable that is enough
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 8 days
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tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse
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“The Collector General” - Season 3, Episode 27.
So let us do a little analysing, shall we? Here we have a scene that looks pretty harmless. Newkirk has been making moves on Lisa the entire episode, and is devastated to find out that she’s married. Especially since she’s the only girl in forever that he actually seemed to be having some form of success with.
Now, here comes the banter between Newkirk and Hogan.
Newkirk: “I don’t think I can go on with this war any longer.”
Hogan: “Oh come on Newkirk, give us another chance. Please?”
Now that sounds like a perfectly harmless joke, right? But let’s think about it more closely for a minute. When Newkirk inquired about Lisa’s relationship status, Hogan immediately confirmed that she was married. This means that he would’ve known the entire time, including when Newkirk and LeBeau first brought her into the tunnels. Not only that, but he obviously knew Newkirk was trying to make a move on her from the very beginning because he talked to him about it at the end of that scene. 
So why didn’t Hogan stop him, then? Usually you’d warn a mate about something like that, before he found out the truth and got hurt. When Newkirk expresses his hurt feelings, Hogan replies with “Oh come on Newkirk, give us another chance. Please?”
Now from the outside, it sounds like he’s asking Newkirk to give the war another chance. But think about it in a different light: “…give us another chance.”
Are you starting to get the picture now? Hogan didn’t want to tell Newkirk about Lisa being married because he wanted Newkirk’s attempt at impressing a girl to fail. He knew Newkirk would be upset about it, and it would only add to his growing list of relationship failures with women. It was also adding to Hogan’s growing list of reasons why Newkirk should give their relationship another go.
Now, that’s interesting, ain’t it? Something obviously went sour in between then and whenever it first was that they would have begun a relationship. Or maybe Newkirk ended it to try to fit in and be ‘normal’. Who knows?
That is all.
Your turn.
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 8 days
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Hogan and Newkirk (plus Schultz) in 3x29, Monkey Business.
…I don’t have much to add for this one.
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Hogan and Newkirk (plus Klink) in 1x24, How to Cook a German Goose with Radar.
Even when supposedly accosting Newkirk for Klink’s benefit, Hogan still manages to pull off a romantic gesture. That little arm squeeze in the first gif kills me.
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I’ve come to the conclusion that Hogan isn’t very good at hiding. Usually you try to duck from a searchlight, buddy. 
From episodes 5x2 and 6x18.
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 10 days
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Don't forget the slogan "Be Kind, Rewind".
REBLOG if you are old enough to remember what a VCR is.
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 15 days
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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook
I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 15 days
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Out of Context WIPs game!
Thanks for the tag, @benevolenterrancy! I only have two WIPs that might ever actually see the light of day, and out of those two, there's only one I've really written anything for. The other just basically notes😂😭 I'm absolutely horrible at writing summaries, though, so I just put two sentences that badly reflect the vibes of the story for each one instead. (Said sentences aren't actually a quote from either fic.)
Rules: Pick a few wips. Make a poll badly summarizing them, then ask your followers to select which one they'd be most likely to read. For artists, make a poll badly summarizing a drawing you're working on instead.
No pressure tags: @whatisthismandoinghere, @lost-gamer, @wandering-wolf23, @evilunderthesun, @badassbiburgerbob, @silverbackwolf14, @that115richtofengirl, @belphegor1982, @general-sleepy and anybody else who wants to play!
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 18 days
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You know you’re a writer when your search history would concern a traumatized FBI agent
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 18 days
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20 "we are each other's safe place" romance prompts:
(feeling emo now that I'm officially back :') feel free to useee and tag me when yall write!!)
holding each other close in silence
yearning for just one hug after being separated for so so long... </3
"i can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, [name]." :'')
noticing that bright smile of theirs after you compliment them. [my heart. omds]
them rushing into your embrace after a long day
"let me ask my partner." or,
"oh, my partner at home is waiting for me, i better get going :)"
being ur partner's mum's favorite, hehehe
^ "ma... how come they're getting head rubs from you often while i rarely do?"
sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you (> < my cuteness aggress. for mr. japan goes crazy guys!!)
being you comes easy with them ♡
being emotionally available to one another, and having each other and knowing you're not alone <3
when they're affirmative and expect affirmations from you <communication is the best trope>
cuddling and cozying up together, being all physical but not sexual ツ✰
them wrapping their hand around yours whenever walking together
when it's their smile, that's just enough to brighten your day :')
loving and living and actually looking forward to tomorrow with them,
^ "you make me want to be a better person."
"smile for me" or, "twirl for me" :))
searching for each other in a crowded rooms, finding each other everywhere (this is just love guys, top tier.)
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 19 days
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'okokok x lalala' love prompts:
(req by @fordo-wifey | usually I'd be like 'me when' or 'god, when is it my turn' but nowadays.. > < feel free to usee n yall better be tagging ME!!! i love LOVE love reading yalls stuff :) )
adoring whenever the other person snuggles closer and talks about their day
the talkative person lighting up an entire room with their personality and their silent partner proudly watching them <3
"do you want to just rant, or do you want me to give you a solution?"
the lalala person defending their okokok partner when they don't defend themselves.
"oh.. this is.. the wrong order.. it's fine-" "excuse me, yeah, you got my partner the wrong order, could you please get the right one? thank you :)"
"you've been too quiet today, what's on your mind, sweetheart?"
"i feel like i talk too much sometimes..." "love, my dear, it is when you remain silent, the world becomes deafening to me. so please, don't ever think that."
"i see you. i see you, always have, always will." "oh." (my bff said this to me. i cRIED)
the quiet person looking a bit too down and their loud partner doing everything in their ability to cheer them up
orr the loud person losing their shine and the quiet person's world is crumbling down
picking up on each other's mannerisms and when the loud person sees their introverted partner do something out of character, they smilee endeared <333
when the quiet person opens up to their partner, they are ready to embrace them and be all ears for their love ::))
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 21 days
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why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead
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frau-wilhelm-klink · 22 days
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I made something
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