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#wolffe is tired
sarcastic-nebula · 3 months
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wolffe in the steam room
headcanons based on @rexsterss recent wolffe art piece
general koon allowed pretended not to see some of the Triumphant's engineers hack away and redesign a few shower stalls into a steam room type area. he knew the bois didn't get many chances to relax or have chill time. or much alone time.
plus, heat is great for old injuries, recovery, etc. how could general buir not let this happen? happy boys = better war stuff (as bad as it is)
so wolffe has had it rough. i'm willing to bet you half a sandwich that wolffe has more scar tissue than just his eye. on top of that, campaigns and relief missions aren't easy. a good sit down and stretch and alone time, say, after Aleen with Threepio or after the horrors of Kadavo or after whatever canon hasn't mentioned would be so nice
so yeah
commander "is anybody dying" wolffe is 100% going to finish having a moment to himself in a steam room stall
we all know he needs it
it's like getting between any of the command batch (including wolffe) and his caf. don't
every now and then plo joins the line for the steam stalls bc like plenty of others in the war effort, he prob has to do physical therapy and the steam can help with that. i think. i don't know much about PT but warm muscles are good for movement
he also likes meditating in there every once in a while
back to wolffe bc i'm scatterbrained
he knows the pack are Big Boys and can handle problems by themselves. wolffe. needs. a break. and some space ibuprofen for that C3P0 induced headache
he took a nap in there once. no one confirms it because wolffe's deathglare is the stuff of shiny legend. he drank three space gatorades after.
after noticing the success of the steam rooms, koon anonymously starts working on getting more self care/physical therapy acommodations for the 104th. pain is painful, and if the boys have a job to do, let's support them in it
yes, a space frog HAS ended up in there. her name is Delilah, they can't keep track of her long enough to set her free. all those who spot her report that she seems content
in case you hadn't noticed, this is medic approved (the medics in other battalions are jealous, but the 104th engineers have been too busy to share how they did it)
it also immensely helped when the general was coughing and sneezing a lot that one time
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scuderia-hamilton · 3 months
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oh speaking of double standards i cannot even describe how much i hate the fact that when those stupid rumours of Susie Wolff came out, people instantly flocked together and called her names, diminished her achievements and immediately decided that she was guilty, but when Christian Horner is being accused of cross border behaviour and is being advised to step down, it's suddenly innocent until proven guilty and it doesn't matter cause he's such a successful team principal. and to those people i say fuck you, you are the sole reason this sport is the way it is.
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betbiem · 2 years
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I’m a little sleep deprived and I had a right good chuckle when I thought of this last night.
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padawansuggest · 9 months
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CloneTok
Cody: everyone stitch this with the most messed up war crime your general has committed right in front of you I’ll start; there was this time with a tube sock and a bottle of bleach, story started on Tenoo-
Rex: Oh, nah your General has done WAY worse than that.
Cody: Yes but this one was so out of pocket and messed up on a personal level istg he concocted this one just to watch the world burn-
Wolffe: Um??? My general has never committed a warcrime around me????
Cody: *glares at him for daring to speak in his presence* Did anyone ask you?
Wolffe: technically you did.
Cody: technically you should have been eaten in the decanting tank-
Wolffe: YOURE JUST MAD IM BABEY AND YOURE GROUCHY!!
Cody: I LIKE BEING GROUCHY YOU LITTLE PIMPLE!
Rex: *steals the comm while they fight to the death in the background* Sorry about them, 17 says they’ve been threatening to end the other since before they could talk. He’s got baby videos of them beating each other up before they could walk, it’s so cute. Sometimes he watches them and cries when drunk.
Cody: *pulling hair*
Wolffe: *trying to bite through Cody’s gloves*
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ahhlehlehlehleh · 1 year
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mediumtires · 5 months
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i know people are going to come for toto after what he said in the presser and i understand because it was ridiculous hypocritical embarrassing etc etc however i am not here to dive into that, personally i want to know what’s going on with him. brazil was bad yes we’ve all seen and talked about it at length and we’ve heard the “we’re going to learn from it” bs now tell me what’s really going on. he has been ad21 angry these past few weeks otherwise he wouldn’t have lost it in the presser. he’s very much of the fraction “hide it until it gets absolutely impossible to hold in anymore and then make it absolutely everyone’s problem” and even though i think that’s stupid and maybe he should call his therapist, i am convinced there’s something else going on in the background. either he’s decided to step down if the team doesn’t get it together by the end of the year and now he’s realised that actually, the team has not got it together by the end of the year and oh shit he might actually have to leave now because he’s a man of his word and he has to come through now, OR mercedes decided they need a change in leadership. however. in a very real sense he owns a third of that team and i am not sure they would make him leave when he was involved in 8 titles. also. from a pr and marketing angle. and we know merc are big on their pr. would they really want to make the very well known team boss leave after two arguably not so great seasons in which merc still came 3rd (2nd) in the constructors? a team that is so outspoken about team spirit and integrity? that builds 75% of their brand around this? hm. not sure. anyway there’s a third option which is also not great which is they have no car for next year either and they were kind of gambling on fixing this year’s car and look how that worked out. austin was a light at the end of a very dark tunnel and everyone’s hopes were so high after that race and then came brazil and the w14 showed them who’s boss (not merc). also not a great option.
anyway my point is he’s so bad at handling big feelings, he’s so embarrassed to suck and he gets so angry about being embarrassed and then he lashes out and while i think it’s silly to be 50 and still have anger issues i also think it is very compelling. because in comparison christian clamps up and gets so snappy and annoyed when he’s mad but he still stays in control while toto keeps everything inside for as long as he can until he kind of just. snaps and everything slips away from him and then he can’t help but literally let everyone see him at his most vulnerable and make it so much worse for himself.
anyway. that’s my rambles done for today. what i don’t want to see is “time to kill yourself toto” tags or posts or whatever the fuck because frankly what is fucking wrong with you. you’re evil and disgusting and everyone will get fucking blocked. just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean you get to say shit like that
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livefastdriveyoung · 2 months
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Tell me why the Mercedes Car Launch felt like divorced parents attending a parent-teacher conference?
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themistymountainscold · 11 months
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okay so the fox and wolffe being tube twins post from @starrrgazingbunny got me thinking
what if crosshair and tech were also tube twins?which would explain why they look the same but also have opposite characteristics.
like crosshair’s eyesight and tech needing glasses that kinda thing.
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h-c-u · 9 months
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Toto Wolff asking people to send him questions to answer on TikTok (21.07.2023, Friday)
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44stillrises · 5 months
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toto, please, it’s time we realize that WE need to fix the car. the sponsors are LEAVING 😭
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cuddles-with-dragons · 6 months
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More Switcheroo AU Shenanigans
Rex: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all?
Wolffe : I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.
Cody: *shoves their hand in the slot of a toaster*
Fives: …
Cody: …I get confused sometimes.
Fives: Me too.
Gregor: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.
Wolffe , used to Gregor being crazy: Sure...
Gregor: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.
Wolffe : Okay?
Gregor: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.
Wolffe :
Gregor: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-
Wolffe : Fucking hell, that one is a little-
Fives, interested: No, no, Gregor, keep going.
Fives: Good morning!
Wolffe : Is it? Is it really?
Fives: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.
Rex: No, that's not how you make cookies.
Gregor: FLOOR IT!!
Fives: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?
Rex: YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-
Fives: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!
Wolffe : DO IT!
Rex: NO-
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trashylosersz · 1 year
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hello hello, here is another set of dumb alignment chart memes i made at 3 AM <3 also sorry for bad picture quality my phone sucks :/
part 1 here!
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ravensilversea · 2 months
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Victory Comes Late
Summary: Victory came too late for Ponds and for so many other brothers. Three years of war plus some months of hashing out a peace treaty written in the blood, sweat, and tears of his brothers but makes no mention of them at all. It’s a Senate proclaimed accomplishment, like they hadn’t refused to even consider peace for three years.
Tags: Canon Divergence, Palpatine Dies AU, Post-War, Light Angst, Grief/Mourning, Reunions, Bittersweet Ending
The largest exhibition hall in the Jedi Temple is almost too small for the sheer number of clone troopers in it now. Really, it is actually too small, but none of them are too concerned with the concept of personal space when this is the first time they’ve all been together for three years.
And yet, Fox pulls his helmet off and tucks it beneath his arm. His guard brushes past him, calling out into the space that’s already echoing with brothers trying to find each other. And yet, they aren’t all here.
Rancor Battalion is still on Kamino and participating in negotiations alongside General Ti to hopefully place the cadets and tubies into the custody of their brothers. The thought alone is almost inconceivable: entire batches of clones who never have to serve on a battlefield, who can stay together and stay alive for years longer than their elder brothers could.
“You joining the party, Fox?” Stone asks, coming to stand beside him.
“You really think Salvo would let us miss it?” Fox walks into the exhibition hall instead of just hovering in the doorway. “Besides, someone has to tell them all how the chancellor really died.”
Ao3
Stone coughs into his hand. “Would that be the actual story or another one of your tales this time?”
Fox refuses to learn about any of the details of Chancellor Palpatine’s, unfortunate, accident. It would ruin the fun of coming up with stupider and stupider ways the late chancellor died and sharing them around the caf brewer. Call it his own personal revenge against the man who insisted on calling each and every one of his brothers by CC or CT number and number alone, the way the Guard all but tiptoed around him, how many of his brother assigned to the chancellor’s guard when traveling off planet simply disappeared without a trace, and every single shiny who the chancellor sent down into the lower levels who came back in a body bag, if at all.
“I have a list of stupid ways for asshole politicians to die, and this might be my only chance to share any of them,” Fox says primly. “Allow me my fun.”
Stone shakes his head. “If you say so.”
They weave through a particularly thick crowd of brothers, and someone flags them down. “Hey commanders, I think your squads are meeting over on the stands!”
“That’ll be Cody’s idea,” Fox mutters as Stone thanks the brother for the directions. “Always did need to be on top of things.”
“Not sure the stands top Tipoca City’s comm tower.”
Fox looks up at the ceiling that rises so high above their heads it can barely be seen and then gives Stone a look.
“Okay, so maybe they could.”
The commander squads are gathered in a clump in the middle of the stands, and sure enough, Cody’s yellow-orange paint is higher than anybody else, shining like a beacon. Fox and Stone pass Alpha Squad on their way up the stands where Wolffe and Thire look about two seconds from murdering a squadmate or two.
“I’m sorry,” Gregor says just as they pass by, “but do you think you could repeat that? Or maybe replay it? I’m not sure I heard you correct-ly!” His voice rises sharply as he falls back under the weight of two brothers, and Fox hops up a handful of rows. Stone jumps back with a curse.
Poet looks up from their padd with a distinct ‘can you believe I’m stuck with them?’ expression of their face. Fox bites his lip and shakes his head, mentally wishing them good luck. 
Force, Alpha’s only missing Blitz whose stuck on Kamino. They all made it, the lucky bastards.
“Fox! Stone!” Salvo slams into Fox with a broad grin and pulls Stone up the remaining steps to wrap his arm around him too. For a moment, the three of them just breathe. “It’s good to see you again,” Salvo whispers.
“Yeah,” Fox pulls away and meets Gree’s eyes over Salvo’s head. “Wait until you hear what happened to the chancellor.”
“The old one, right? Cause the one we have now is an upgrade.” Gree throws a thumb back over his shoulder. “C’mon, we grabbed a spot by Chimaera.”
Fox starts laying out the first ‘So this is what I heard from somebody who heard it from somebody’ as they walk lengthwise along the stands until Gree and Salvo pull them down onto the benches. Just above them sits Chimaera Squad with it’s three near-silent members. As he tells his story, Fox watches Neyo try to get Keller and Faie to say more than a few words strung together, and it suddenly hits him that both Lock and Colt were dead.
The story ends, and his brothers make noises of disbelief. “Oh really?” Fox says. “Well, how about this one that I heard from a janitor who heard it from his sister’s husband’s brother’s friend.” Stone buries his head in his hands with a groan.
Ponds would have told Fox to stop by the second story, but he’s not around to hear them. The lack of protest from that quarter sits heavy in Fox’s chest. He barrels through the story anyway, almost even more spitefully. 
Victory came too late for Ponds and for so many other brothers. Three years of war plus some months of hashing out a peace treaty written in the blood, sweat, and tears of his brothers but makes no mention of them at all. It’s a Senate proclaimed accomplishment, like they hadn’t refused to even consider peace for three years.
Almost four years of war because of one man who strung them all along like dew drops on a tent-line.
Fox’s eyes land on a small empty space in a sea of brothers, and his next words die in his throat. There’s a brother standing in the middle of the empty space. He’s thin with shaved hair and implant scars. What’s left of one arm is in a sling across his body, and Fox knows who he is even without the blue of the 501st edging his almost shiny-white, probably borrowed armor.
Come get your Dominoes, Rex had messaged three years ago.
Unless they’re commanders, I don’t claim them, and even that’s debatable, he had messaged back.
Within days, Rex had informed him that due to the sudden death of their commanding officers and the subsequent lack of collection by Fox (Fox had rolled his eyes at this), he was personally taking them under his wing. Rex then spent every other message to Fox bragging about ‘his Dominoes’ like there wasn’t hundreds of Domino training squads spread throughout the army.
For a moment, Fox selfishly wishes that Echo truly had died on the infamous Citadel mission. Seeing him standing alone in a sea of reuniting brothers when Fox is the one who killed his last squadmate…
Victory really did come too late for Rex's Domino squad. 
The reunions and conversations continue on around Fox, blurring into the background. A sea of noise and color turning into a drone as a time seems to slow, but Echo never blurs. He continues to stand alone, seemingly in the middle of a swirling galaxy of brothers without a single person to welcome him home.
Fox finds his feet moving without any input from him. He's halfway down the stairs before Salvo asks him where he's going. “To get another Domino,” he says, almost under his breath, but his squad hears him just the same. 
The floor of the exhibition hall seems to echo with his footsteps. Which is impossible. First of all, the sheer number of clones in the room alone would drown out any noise Fox could possibly make even if they weren't talking at loud volumes. Second of all, there was no way in hell that the Jedi didn't sound proof this room within an inch of its life given the number of lightsaber duels- duels between children at that!- this room must have been used for.
Maybe his footsteps are echoing through him, Fox muses. He takes another step and feels it in his chest.
Time and sound suddenly crash into Fox. Conversations burst into a roar, suddenly Fox can hear so many squadname jokes all at once. It no longer feels like he's stepping through taffy, and all he can do is stand there. Like an idiot. Just in front of Echo.
Force, all he has to do is lift his arm and he could touch this orphaned shell of a brother.
Well, maybe not a shell, he reconsiders as Echo straightens, jutting his chin out a bit and brown eyes flashing with a challenge. There's still quite a bit of fight left in his one, which is more than Fox can say for the Chimaera commanders back on the stairs. 
“Echo,” Fox says, figuring that's as good a start as any.
“What do you want, commander?”
Fox falters. Opening and closing his mouth, he glances back at his squad who have ceased any and all conversations to stare at him trying and failing to talk to a CT.
“If you're here to apologize, don't. There's nothing you can say,” Echo continues, and Fox winces. If it was his squadmate shot and killed by another's hand, he doesn't think he would have said those words so mournfully acceptingly. No. Every trooper in this hall would likely have to hold him back from trying to beat the shit out of the one who killed his squadmate.
He flexes his hands, tries not to imagine how Aurra Singh's neck would feel wrapped in them as he squeezes the life out of her for what she did to Ponds. 
“It's not something that can be forgiven, no matter how much I regret it,” Fox says. “But that isn't why I'm here, trooper... Echo.”
“Then why, sir?”
For a moment, Fox hesitates, unsure of whether his invitation, his touch would be welcome, but he decides to do it anyway. He reaches out and gently grabs Echo's remaining wrist and lightly tugs it in the direction of the stadium. “Come on. No Domino gets left behind.”
He waits for Echo to take the first step, watching his brother's eyes blink, widen, and then sharpen. Echo looks past Fox towards the Domino commanders, and whatever he sees there, convinces him.
Fox settles Echo down in the empty spot where Ponds should be, and the way Echo looks around with brighter eyes and a harsh swallow tells him everything about how Rex's little dominoes must have gathered too.
Setting that aside, Fox turns back to his brothers. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, so the Chancellor had ordered breakfast and for some reason, this involved fish. And you know how fish have these tiny little bones they don't always manage to get out when preparing them?”
Gree sighs loudly as he realizes where Fox is going with this latest story about Palpatine's death, and Salvo begins slapping Fox's knee like that's going to stop him. Behind him, Echo muffles a snort, and Fox grins.
Victory came late, but not too late. There are still brothers here who were saved after all.
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nanadeyo · 1 year
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Everyone is talking about “Captain Rex and Commander Cody are best friends.” “Commander Fox and Commander Wolffe are bffs” 
BUT WHAT ABOUT COMMANDER MONNK AND COMMANDER WOLFFE
Like Plo Koon and Kit fisto are best friends and they seem like they go on missions alot so obivously Commander Wolffe and Commander Monnk would be working closly together. There is NOOOOOO way that those two aren’t a sunshine and grumpy duo for the clones. 
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You’re telling me that’s not Monnk and Wolffe’s whole dynamic???? 
(Also I don’t know who draw this, please tell me if you guys know where this picture is from)
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lewishamiltonstuff · 9 months
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It's joever. Good night guys.
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fryebitch · 7 months
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