not now chief

8

Their first and last mission together.

When did “I’d rather die than go anywhere with this guy” turn into “I’ll go anywhere with this guy even if it means I can die”?

Gentle thought: when Eleven can’t sleep, she usually finds Hopper sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee, unable to sleep himself. This nightly routine becomes a tradition of theirs. He pours her a cup of black coffee and toasts some Eggos. Sometimes he dusts off a few books from the bookshelf in his room and she practices reading. Sometimes he tells her the wild stories of things he’s seen over the years as police chief. Sometimes he teaches her card games or she shows him how to draw. When sleepiness finally washes over El as they settle on the couch to watch midnight cartoons, Hopper places a blanket over her and lets her take the couch for the night. Some mornings they watch the sun rise over the woods and the mountains, the soft glow of sunlight emerging over the darkness. El knows this is what home is

theyre bonding ;)

you cant tell me that post-game after being nigh-disenfranchised with that demotion and being forced to confront past inhumane sins somebody like faba wouldnt take up stress-smoking 

at least he found a smoking buddy he can surprisingly stand for more than 30 minutes

(it also gives nanu the perfect opportunity to talk casually with the guy bc hes super-califragilistic-expiali-gay and thinks fabas pretty)

levihan-shitty-love  asked:

Mama, Can we talk about the dirty joke (poop jokes?) between Zeke and Colt? :V Gracias.

Yes! How perfect was that moment??? I loved seeing Zeke relaxed and joking with Colt. Too bad Magath interrupted before we saw Colt’s reaction.

We’ve mostly seen Zeke as a rock throwing murderous badass, so any chance to see his more human side is most welcome.  I was thinking this isn’t the first time we’ve seen him being a total dork. In chapter 77, he did the embarrassing hot coffee dance in front of Reiner and Bertholt :)

The Fire In My Heart

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Excerpt: “Guk, you’re rather bold aren’t you? But I think you’ve just lit a fire in my heart.”

Genre: fluff, firefighter au

Length: 1.3k

A/N:  I love a man in uniform ;)

Originally posted by hey-seoul-sistah

If you had known when you had put on your mismatching pants and bra after your shower and started to cook in them, that within the hour you’d be in a gorgeous firefighter’s arms as your apartment was in flames you would have chosen sexier pants; not the pale pink ones with cartoon rabbits on the ass. But how were you meant to guess what was going to happen that fateful night?

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Newcomers Pt 12

For hours the battle for Geeda’s airspace raged, the anti air fire was immense and filled the sky with thousands of shells often fired blindly in the hopes they would hit a Human craft. They often did but the Human bombers refused to let loose their own payload blind for fear they would hit their own troops within the city and their new allies the freed slaves or rebels as they were coming to be known. Unfortunately they did not hit many of their targets, the city’s anti air fire was just to intense to risk.

Then the Human/Gal forces marched on the city with three of their Bastions leading the way who towered over the infantry and tanks like giants. The hundreds of thousands of Humans and Gal with their vehicles and the Bastions moved across the planet like a black tide. And sat, just outside the range of the city’s guns. The city fired their artillery mounted on the walls but as expected they fell short and the Humans refused to advance any further. But they did respond. Three bastions took a number of steps forward, it brought them into range of the Benemar guns but it meant they could fire theirs. Their two cannons on their backs were the only ones that could reach the city, it being some miles away they arched their guns. And fired.

The blast was like thunder that shook the bones, many Humans and Gal were knocked from their feet from the shockwave of the cannon’s discharge. Then a few seconds later, it’s second cannon fired. It took nearly 30 seconds for the first shells fired to reach the city and when it struck, the Benemar felt like their war god itself had struck their walls. Despite the range the Humans were very accurate and many artillery placements erupted in flames or were incinerated but sometimes a shell would be too high and hit the town collapsing buildings or would be too low and hit the wall causing immense damage but did not bring it down.


Chief Geedol had been the garrison commander for nearly all his adult life, in fact his family name comes from this very city and they had guarded it for countless generations. In fact it was his ancestor that had beaten back the Humans the first time they were here and this city had been the only one not to fall during that invasion. Now he watched from his control tower at their second attempt to take his city, he smiled to himself. The air raids had been inefficient as he had seen that the city’s anti air defences had been lacking some years ago and reinforced them. The holographic map of the city and it’s surroundings was placed in the middle of his commanding room. The enemy had not advanced and still relied on these Bastions to siege the city.

“What are they planning?” he said to himself.

“Do they really intend to take down the walls with only those things?” asked one of his staff.

“No, they do not seem to be targeting the wall” Geedol said “More they seem to be aiming for the guns even if they have only knocked out a few”

“We have begun moving guns from the northern and western walls as the enemy cannot approach from those sides due to the river. They will add to our arsenal as replace any losses we have sustained”

Chief Geedol watched the holographic display, it also tracked shell projections and where his units were. From this room he could command the entire battle without looking out the window.

“What damage have we done to their Bastions?” he asked.

“Minimal, they are at the very edge of the range of our guns and any hit we do manage to score is mainly due to luck”

“What is the size of the enemy army” asked Setom who was Geedol’s second in command.

“Hard to say, but we estimate that it must be close to 2 million enemy warriors both Human and Gal”

“Just fighting one of these foe’s is hard enough but for them to work together is troublesome” Geedol said “But what are they waiting for?”

“Chief?” Setom asked.

“They could have attacked days ago but still they sit there and continue to exchange shells with us, the wall is not coming down and we are replacing the guns they destroy so what are they doing?”

“Could this have something to do with the slave breakout the other day?” Setom asked.

“What did you say?”

“The slave breakout, a large number of slaves got out of the pens and freed the others, we have yet to locate them”

“Why was I not told of this!?” Geedol said advancing on Setom.

“We did not think it worth your attention, we already have teams searching for them”

Geedol’s eyes bulged and he spat on the ground “They’re here, they’re already in the city” he said his voice barley a whisper.

“Chief?”

“Send every available warrior to hunt them down I want them found”

“But chief I-”

“NOW!”


Oma hid his cell of rebel fighters from view near one of the gates to the city as suddenly a huge number of Benemar warriors came into view, some jumped off their transports to reinforce the gate and other sped away.

“Well this complicates things” he said to himself.

“What do we do now?” asked a rebel.

“You stay quiet and hidden, I am going to take a look around”

Oma activated his camo armour and slid away, what he was really doing was getting to higher ground as the buildings inhibited his com’s ability to transmit.

“Sergeant Faye this is Corporal Oma, do you read me?”

“I do Oma” her voice came through as calm and collected as ever.

“I’m guessing you have noticed the Benemar’s increased actions”

“We have, other cells are reporting the same thing”  

“Do you think they are onto us?” he asked.

“It is possible and likely, our actions could not remain hidden for long”

“What do we do? Move up our schedule or stay on it?”

“My orders were to delay, but as a great general said, it is a bad plan one that cannot be changed, so we are changing it. Begin sabotage operations to their garrisons and storage facilities”

“Yes ma'am”

The city of Geeda erupted in multiple small fires almost simultaneously, these attacks were not effective in damaging the city or it’s infrastructure but it did sow the seeds of fear in the population. They had been told the enemy was miles away only to find them in their streets even if they were only rebels but they were wielding Human weapons. This confirmed Chief Geedol’s suspicions that they were already within the city walls and were up to something but something else gnawed at him. These attacks did nothing to harm the defence and no actual Humans had been seen with them. Where were they, where were they hiding and what were they planning?

For hours he stared at the holographic map before deactivating it and rolling out a paper one that had not been used in many years hoping another perspective would give him some insight. He looked at the outlay of the city, turning the map to look at it from another angle and thinking himself as the attacker. How would he assault the city, what would he do? Then he saw it, his jaw dropped and he looked out of the tower towards the east where the enemy was arrayed to attack the city in plain view. Plain view, they were not even trying to hide, in fact they were making every attempt to make themselves seen. He turned to the one direction they were not watching, the western side of the city, all the guns from there had been moved and it had little to no garrison and most of the civilian population was evacuated there. But the river? It was basically a small ocean in it’s own right and there was nothing coming across it, even still the current of it was strong, very strong so much that their ancestors called it the river of blood. What could….another thought came.

The reports had told of ten Bastions being deployed to the planet, five marched east and five marched west towards him. But why were only three firing on the city? “Where are the other two?”

A klaxon sounded, not any Benemar klaxon this was unmistakably an alien one and it shook buildings and shattered windows. He turned his head to the west knowing what it was before he saw them, the two remaining Bastions rising out of the river. As if this was the signal all the gates save for the eastern gates erupted in flames and were buried sealing them shut. Behind the two Bastions came more Human constructs and infantry. To the east the main army that had been waiting for so long was finally advancing and the sky became black with the shadows of thousands of enemy fighter craft.

What they thought their sanctuary, was now their prison.

Drabble: General/Mama Hoff/Haddock

Astrid yawned as she entered her bedroom. The dragons were fed, the kids were sleeping, and the front door was locked. The only thing missing was her husband.

Hiccup had gotten out of the annual tribe gathering the past two years, both times because Astrid was pregnant. But this time around, he’d had no excuse. She would’ve gone with him, but with the boys being so young (Stoick had just turned two and Finn was ten months and still occasionally nursing), and the meeting being nearly two weeks long, she didn’t think it would be a good idea.

After quickly braiding her damp hair, Astrid shrugged off her towel and slipped one of Hiccup’s tunics over her head. She then made her way over to the Chief’s desk and sat down to review the plans for the following day. She was teaching two dragon riding classes at the Academy, and holding a “complaint hour” in the Great Hall at the request of a few unruly Vikings who insisted the Chief and General hadn’t planned well enough for the upcoming snowstorm. Valka was taking dawn patrol, Heather was in charge of combat practice, Fishlegs was on babysitting duty, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were doing noon patrol, and Gobber was taking evening patrol. Astrid had tried to get Snotlout to commit to something, but he’d insisted he had to stay home with Kari, he and Heather’s eleven-month-old daughter. For some reason, he didn’t feel Fishlegs would be an adequate babysitter, and refused to leave Kari at the Ingermans’ house with the Haddock kids.

Then, there was the problem of food. Astrid couldn’t deny the fact that they needed to stock up more food before the storm. But the problem was that food was becoming scarce. Three yaks had already died, and the chickens – even Tuffnut’s Chicken – were barely laying eggs. She wanted to start rationing, but knew that the plump Vikings of Berk would be opposed to that idea.

“Mama, I no sleep.”

The blonde turned to see little Stoick standing behind her, a stuffed dragon in his arm. “You can’t sleep?” she scooped the child into her arms and kissed his head. “Why not?”

“Dada not here.”

“He’ll be back in a couple days. He just had to go see Uncle Dagur and the other Chiefs.” Dagur had visited Berk to see Heather and Kari, and had quickly decided that Hiccup’s sons were his “nephews.”

“But Toofless.”

Astrid laughed. “Do you really miss Daddy, or do you just miss Toothless?”

“Dada and Toofless.” Stoick leaned against his mother’s shoulder.

“What, Mama isn’t good enough for you?”

The child didn’t respond.

“Here, why don’t you sit with Mama while I figure out what we’re gonna do about this snowstorm?” Astrid carried her son over to the desk and sat him in her lap.

Immediately, Stoick grabbed a sheet of paper and began to wave it around. “Mama, I do it!” he shouted.

The blonde smiled and ran her hand through Stoick’s disheveled hair. “You can do it when you’re Chief. But for now, Mama will take care of it.” Taking the paper from him, she turned to her work.

Before she knew it, the little future Chief was sleeping soundly in her lap.