#wolffe's story

[the-strength-of-the-wolffe]

Looking at “Rising Malevolence” and “Mercy Mission” together, you can see how much Wolffe and Sinker evolve over the course of four seasons. What’s fascinating to me is that their character arcs move in opposite directions.

"Rising Malevolence" brings them face-to-face with death for the first time; they couldn’t be in a worse situation. Of the four survivors, Wolffe is the most vulnerable and the least useful. Nevertheless, he stands fast. His strong spirit enables him to put forth his best conduct: he’s steady, trusting, even good-humored. Sinker is not. His spirit has been depressed for a long time already, so he can’t help succumbing to negativity in the heat of the moment.

The massacre roots a new fear in both of them: fear of loss. It’s their responsibility to keep their men alive, and yet they both failed. What’s to stop it from happening again? They have no control over who survives and who doesn’t, when and where and how their troopers will die, whether it’ll be a few casualties or an entire battalion.

Amidst this fear, both of them are confronted by Plo Koon. A general who vows to share that responsibility with them. Who, through actions and not just words, commits to the kind of leadership that not only values their men’s survival but also their wellbeing.

This is the crossroads where their arcs diverge.

Sinker, against all his instincts, vices, and traumas, decides to trust General Plo. It doesn’t come easily, or all at once, but, as the Jedi continues to make good on his promise, he learns to ease up. Gradually, his spirit heals and grows stronger. By “Mercy Mission,” he’s noticeably more lighthearted, invested, and confident: a man transformed for the better.

Wolffe, however, can’t let go of his fear. It’s proportionally greater than Sinker’s; he has lost, and stands to lose, much more. He does trust General Plo, deeply, but he also harbors the disturbing knowledge that the Jedi isn’t invincible. For all his power, General Plo can still die—and that can’t happen. The 104th would go adrift without him, so he must be protected at all costs. Wolffe takes up this extra burden in secret. He becomes vigilant, overprotective, strained, insular. He won't acknowledge it, but his spirit is staggering under the weight. “Mercy Mission” shows us a glimpse of this transformation: a man who’s bone-weary and so preoccupied with the status of his absent comrades that he has no patience or sympathy for the Aleena.

Maybe it was never in the cards for him, to be healthy and flourishing and secure. Maybe his path would've always led down a darker road than Sinker's despite experiencing the same profound kindness. It's such a shame, for if any clone needed a little hope, it's him. I'm halfway through his story now, the beginning of the end, and he's about to enter the darkest valley of his life.

[ominouspuff]

Trading jedi-general shenanigans with the squad

Another what-if AU where order 66 gets outmaneuvered and they all get to wear cozy sweaters together

[blorbocedes]

the story of how nico and toto first met, from nico's podcast

'I was very skeptical of you, and you were skeptical of me! I know behind the scenes, before we met you complained about my salary. saying 'what the hell you can't pay this useless guy so much!'

imagine a blonde 25y/o no wins to his name nico marching up to williams' newest investor at the christmas party and demanding he gets to take his race engineer to mercedes

[deardiaryts4]

It's the day after Jamar and Taryn find out who the mystery man is (Johnny Landgraab/Zest).

During an afternoon meeting they share that information with Bushra and Solomon. In an attempt to make Solomon jealous Taryn hints at spending the night with Jamar. But before Solomon could process anything a call comes through.

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[inkstainedhandswithrings]

clone wars writers: We're gonna create a new series to explore Anakins arc more and make his fall more understandable. We will also explore the Jedis culture before the Empire. You'll have Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka and many more amazing Jedi to show you this era of the universe :)

literally all of us: clones, clones, clones, clones clones clones clones clonesclonesclonesclonesclonesclo-

[ummick]

"Uniting the family in style. 🤩" - july 25, 2024 📷 @.mercedesamgmotorsport / instagram

[tangents-within-tangents]

I just

look at him

look how cute he is

ahhhhhh

[greenplumbboblover]

Life is Sunniest in Sunset Valley - Chapter 10

Transcript:

Morgana: Pauline? Are you home?

Morgana: Pauline?

Pauline: Girl! I love you, but I'm super hungover right now!

Morgana: I messed up last night, Pauline. Real bad.

Pauline: Oh gosh, honey! Wait up, I'll open thje door.

[totoochristianwolff]

ABU DHABI - POST SEASON [source]

I wanted to share the little story that the original poster shared in their post regarding their interaction with Toto ad well bc I think it's so precious and I hope y'all will appreciate it (I will 100% delete this whole post if y'all think mayhaps I should though cuz I'm kinda uncertain when it comes to LinkedIn stuff):

"This morning I went to the beach for an hour to rest from this excitement and my neighbor on the deckchair was Toto Wolff. Toto is a legend, he is the president and shareholder of Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Formula One Team . He is Lewis Hamilton's boss, he is the most respected man in F1 and he is a demanding billionaire. What does he do on a Monday morning at 11am, after the F1 season ends? He is building a sandcastle with his son. We share this interest in sandcastles. He agreed to give me some time to talk about stress, pressure, and how he manages to be everything at once. It's about passion, respect, trust, and discipline. He talked to me about his divorce, family balance, and the ambition that drives his professional life. Toto is disconcertingly simple and kind behind his bossy shell. I found it incredible to meet him here, on the beach in Abu Dhabi. He was drinking a coconut. Carrying his son's things. Doesn't have a bodyguard or assistant. A simple guy."

[ghostymarni]

okay first off i’d like to disclaim that I know I’m not a writer.

Never been good at it, lots of run on sentences and stiff expressions and what not.

-but I’ve had this interaction replay in my head, especially with the sudden Wolffe interest that snuck up on me recently. I blame both Lupe + Eobe for the sudden Wolffe distraction. It was supposed to be just notes for something I wanted to draw and it kinda just kept going. If you read this I’m sorry for any bad grammer, or sentence structure. I write great emails, not fics /:

Mandalorian OC/reader x Commander Fox

PG, mostly story telling + flirting

*you’re fussing over a pile of data pads with a growing headache.*

Fox had just walked into his office with two hot cups of caf in each hand, his own work tucked under an arm.

“You know Fox, when I picked up a high paying job I wasn’t expecting flimsi work.. I shouldn’t be complaining for being paid up front-” you shift to the next datapad, putting the completed work in a shuffled pile. “-but I thought I’d be going undercover or something for a debt owed for this kind of transaction. So much for odd jobs”.

You put down the flimsi work to rub your eyes. Turning to look at him, removing your hands as you hear him step closer.

A mixture of sounds, of shifting armor and heavy footsteps, with a waft smell of faded leather and a dark brew. you look up from your misplaced seat to meet him approaching his desk you’re both set up at; Handing you one, Fox places the other on the desk in front of you.

“What you have is easy, that’s a regular morning for me-“ he cuts off to remove his bucket with a soft hiss of the compressor.

“How much is left to cover?” Fox asks, taking a sip of his caf. Moving to his seat behind his desk, he’s adjusted himself to shifting the data pads around to find where he left off.

“Barely started. The client was backed up and was desperate for help after an assistant was shot from a scandal, guess I was the least intimating of the options. Regardless of signing disclosure NDA’s.” You sit back in the spare chair in an early defeat.

Holding the cup Fox handed to you, gazing at the steam floating up as you swirl the liquid gently. “A jobs a job though- so I should really just deal with it like any other and just get it over with”, you collectively sigh.

Fox is watching you as you swirl the cup in your hands in a gentle motion, exhaustion on your face, your pulled up hair with an extra long strand of leather into a messy ponytail. He quick glances at your beskar armor and gear jumbled in a pile behind you, before returning back to you.

“Are you going to actually drink it, or do I need to take it back.” He mumbles while looking down at his own work.

Half startled you partially sit back up refocusing back into reality not realizing you spaced off. “Oh sorry- I just.” You take a burning gulp from the cup with both hands, and hold it in your lap exhaling the relieve of caf hitting your nerves, before looking up at him.

He’s not returning the gesture but you can tell he’s watching you from his peripherals by the way his eyes half shift on his work.

You smirk at him, not even realizing you’re staring until an abrupt knock and footsteps creep up on your senses. Jolting you to stiffen up knocking over the caf on your lap

“Vod! There’s a report that-“

Commander Wolffe stops mid step as quickly as he entered Fox’s office.

“Ahhh! That’s hot!” You stand up throwing the chair back dropping the cup on the floor in a loud clatter, with a chip off the rim flying off. You tried brushing off the liquid that had already seeped into your flight suit.

Fox not looking up to the instant chaos, removed the cup from his lips, “Wolffe, for a man of protocol, you have an act for barging into my office at your convenience”.

Wolffe glances, scowling at you, taking in what just happened before raising an eyebrow in confusion. “What is a civilian doing set up in your office? Backed up with work that bad?”

You dig through your gear to grab a spare cloth to dab up the cooled caf from your suit. A pout forms on your face and you grimace back at Wolffe, “Commander, you KNOW who I am.”

Wolffe takes another moment, still scowling, to wait for you to finish your sentence. You roll your eyes into a competitive stare, adding a whispered scoff at the quip. “-sir”.

Commander Wolffe takes a moment to shift in his armor and softly snort a smirk of annoyed approval at your response. “Ahh yes, the mandalorian. Fox, I didn’t think you took in non shinies.” he retorts with a raise of his chin, looking down at you.

The response made your ears burn in irritation and Wolffe clearly noticed because his smirk got a little wider before it disappeared, returning his gaze back to Fox; who hadn’t even moved from his flimi work. His face in a soft blue glow.

The annoyed pout stayed as you returned your focus to dab up the caf, now clearly a stain you were not excited to wash out later.

“Wolffe, what do you need.” Fox now putting down both his work and caf to look up at the brooding commander above him.

Wolffe looks over to you as his response, and you sensed the stare. Looking at both commanders, stopping the clean up, you stand up with your hands up in a retreat with the rag in one hand. “Yeah, I got it, I’ll go.”

You grab another spare cloth and walk out of Fox’s office, tapping the screen in the wall as the door slides shut behind you.

Exhaling, you take a moment to see who’s around before heading to the refresher to get the stain off your flight suit. “I don’t care if armor covers this stain I will end Wolffe for ruining this suit-“

“Threatening a commander is a public offense you know-” you stop and spin on your heel to see Thorn right behind you walking your direction. “Sir, I-“ you studder. both annoyed that you’re not focused on your surroundings, and more so, that another commander snuck up on you; Twice in one day is a record.

Thorn chuckles at your response as he come’s up next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, it’s fine. Take it easy, it’s only 0500 hours.”

He takes a moment to scan you with a small motion of his bucket looking down at your caf stain, before returning back to your face. “New fashion statement?” You can practically hear the smile in his words.

“Not exactly commander, just a rough morning.” You’re looking back at the shut door to Fox’s office, before returning to Thorn. “Don’t stress it ‘ika, go get cleaned up. They should be done soon, they usually don’t talk long-“ he gives a short nod towards Fox’s office.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” You turn back to the direction of the refresher and storm off in a brisk walk hoping to not run into anyone else. Thorn takes a moment watching you turn the corner, before returning back to his own office, shaking his head in an exhaling soft laugh.

It’s just a spill but it felt more embarrassing than it should have. getting most of the stain out, there’s now a wet blob on your front. waist down to your thighs were the caf spilled. wringing out the cloths you had, you attempt to dry yourself before returning back.

As you turn the refresher corner you see his office door is back open. Listening to the murmurs slowly come into earshot of Wolffe and Fox talking, as you saunter back.

Peeking in you catch Fox’s eye, before he shifts back to Wolffe. You didn’t get shoo’d so it was assumed the confidential conversation was over with the door being open. You step inside and Fox nods at Wolffe, before turning away to shift back behind his desk.

You watch as Wolffe turns around to leave, bucket tucked under his arm. Taking a few steps towards you, only slowing down for a few small steps as he approaches you. Practically looming in a dominant demeanor.

Wolffe leans in so close to your ear in a rumbling whisper, “if he doesn’t make a move soon, I’ll have to claim you myself-”, you can hear the sinister smile in his teasing tone, as your ears burn with quick flashes from the previous banter.

You feel your heart race at the sudden boldness, before you turn towards him to catch a glimpse of his canines in a profile shift. Putting his bucket over his head as he picks up his pace walking out the door, kama flowing as he disappears out of view.

You’re flustered, beyond flustered. Your mind is racing. “Did he really just confess that? And does he know how you feel about Fox? Is he instigating??” You feel your whole face turn red.

Caught off guard, you shift back into focus noticing Fox staring at you with a data pad in hand. “Hey, are you okay?”, he concerns towards you in confusion.

The words feel distant as you try to regain yourself shifting and straightening out your hair, then your flight suit in a swift motion. “Mesh’la-“

You pause your flustered self-fixings to look at him as you’re semi hunched over. He said it. He said something that only few say, that you’ve heard, say aloud. And he said it. to you. Your heart is racing.

Fox hasn’t moved, except to turn his body to face you, still staring. “-I asked if you were alright.” a soft but short concern in his tone. Expression softening as he was waiting your answer.

You feel the redness not fading, you’re practically lightheaded at this point, the nickname swirling in your head. “What is wrong with you, get yourself together”, you scolded yourself.

“I uh- yeah I’m fine sir.” straightening back up, pulling more hair from your face to behind your ear.

“Sir?” You can hear the concern and almost flat annoyance at the term as he repeats the distant words.

“-sorry, I’m.. I’m alright Fox, I think I’m just out of it from all this flimsi work.” You’re staring back and he hasn’t broken his eye contact. You’re almost certain, he hasn’t blinked since you walked back in his office.

You take a moment to focus, give yourself a deep breath feeling your nerves settle, then smiling back at him in a reset.

Fox takes a moment before blinking and shaking his head into a smirk. “Alright then, maybe go get a fresh cup of caf before you return to your work.” He turns to grab his own and gives a soft wince realizing his caf had already turned cold.

“I’ll go get more for both of us” you smile as you break your own staring.

“-and one for me too!” Thorn yells from across the room.

Fox now annoyed remembering his privacy never existed, scoffs a grimace face as he throws back the cold caf in one swift chug. Followed by an exaggerated exhale, handing you the cup.

An arising giddy smile rushes on your face at the flustered change in his demeanor. You can tell by the way he shifts his body, how his brow furrows, and your favorite part, when he runs his hands through his dual colored curls away from his face.

You reach out, grabbing his cup and then yours which was still on the floor. Picking it up and turning to head back to the other side of the floor.

Fox clears his throat, “I mean it though. Don’t overdue it, flimsi work takes a toll on everyone.” his tone returning to the softness from earlier. Shifting his gaze, Fox breaks the eye contact to sit back at his desk grabbing the data pad he was reviewing.

You’ve left the office with both cups, only for Thorn to replace your presence into Fox’s door way, leaning in with his arms and legs crossed against the archway. hinting with his body language, implying he knows what’s going on.

Fox doesn’t look up, a blue tinted reflective scowl upon his face becomes more defined as he’s reading what he initially started with, “Out. Thorn.”, he growls in annoyance.

Thorn chuckling as he shakes his head in instant defeat, leaning back to an upright stance “of course commander-”. Thorn turning and walking away before your return. “whatever you say!” he half shouts headed back to his own office.

You’ve returned after a short while after the successful refill. Fox leaned further back into in his chair, now swiveled sideways from his desk. A leg propped up in a half cross, used as a back holder for the datapad he’s reading.

“Fresh cup ready for you marshal commander-” smirk in tow as you do a play trooper stance, stiffening up your back with your chin up and forward.

He doesn’t move at first, sideways glancing at you with a raised eyebrow. Seeing you haven’t moved, committed to your role he exhales, “-at ease, trooper”. You grin wide, excited that he played along, releasing your stance and leaning forward to return his cup to him.

His eyes trailing, from your eyes then to the cup in your hand, as he grabs it. Instantly taking that first sip, he sighs a collective relief as he melts into his chair a little more. His eyes closed while he savors the moment, “thanks mesh’la, this is exactly what I needed”.

Pausing for a moment, you feel your cheeks warm up again as you sit down, taking in your own first sip. “You’re welcome, Fox” you smile, grabbing your own work in your free hand.

You take a moment to savor the caf and the nickname, before you settle into the back of your own chair trying to hide the grin that’s painted all over your face.

“Now then- let’s get some work done” you exhale.

“Agreed”.

[the-strength-of-the-wolffe]

The first thing that belonged to Wolffe was his name.

He was six years old and everything else belonged to the Kaminoans. The bunk he slept in, the blasters he practiced with, the table he sat at to eat, the scratchy uniforms he had to wear. Every clone, from the tiny squalling infants to the commanders-in-training like himself. Even the number that identified him, 3636, was theirs.

But not his name. That was his own.

The next thing that belonged to him was his armor. He was ten. He served the Republic, part of its Grand Army fighting its war, and technically it owned everything, including him. But that armor was his, no question. He sweated and bled to earn it. He had chosen the somber color. He had designed and painted the markings himself. It meant so much more to him than functionality. Each time he strapped it on, he remembered why.

Yet it wasn’t his most valuable belonging.

With his command had come a battalion. Six hundred troopers, property of the Republic all, bred for victory and death in battle. Or so the official line went. He saw it differently. These men belonged to him, but not because of jurisdiction. Clad in gray, a brotherhood working as one, they were his pack—his family—and it was his job to keep them alive. Fine was the line between serving the cause and protecting those who served. It took everything he had. But he didn’t walk it alone. He had the General.

Jedi don’t belong to clone troopers.

That had been an accepted fact for the longest time. The General belonged to the Jedi Order; everything about him stood out. His brown robes, his cryptic sayings, his steady faith, his counterintuitive thinking, his powers both innate and bestowed. He couldn’t be more different. Or so Wolffe had thought. Until the Citadel mission, when the General’s heart became known, when the two of them were on the same page for the first time. That’s when it clicked.

The General belonged to him, to all of them, and it was time everyone knew.

[mosneakers]

Remington's Ruse

1 Remington Point

Jasper Remington: "Welcome esteemed guests, as we traverse through these halls of reverence and eccentricity. To some, it may be known as a peculiar masterpiece nestled atop a hill in the quaint town of Riverview, to others, perhaps, an eyesore—but to those of us who have the privilege to journey through her walls, to explore her architecture, we will come to understand, as the tour commences, that this house is not merely a testament to my unwavering vision and unbridled passion. Rather, it is a manifestation of divine intervention, granting me the ability to design this home with purpose and meaning."

Cody Remington: Hey lady, are you lost or something? "Pardon me, seems I've wandered too far. What a charming bedroom. Is it yours?"

Cody: Yes Ma'am. Mine and my little sister's... Our bedroom isn't open to the public.

"Of course, not. My apologies. I was just finishing up my tour here. I wouldn't want to impose any longer." The visitor replied with a courteous smile, nodding to Cody before turning to leave the bedroom.

Cody: [Cocks eyebrow, softens tone] ...Need a hand there, ma'am? Could I carry your bag for you or something? "Oh, goodness, no! No, thank you sweetheart, I'm perfectly capable. You take good care now, okay?" Cody: Yes ma'am, likewise.

Eileen Remington: Who the hell are you? "Morgana Wolff." She spoke, so sweetly. Eileen: [Takes a long drag of cigarette, exhales] And what are you lookin' at, Morgana Wolff? Morgana: Nothing. Just all the smoke and ash that fills this home.

[kingtuna]

now that tbb is ending its time

🕯 . 🕯

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🕯 Rex show 🕯

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[deardiaryts4]

Solomon is being intentional about Shekinah. Organising day dates and doing his upmost to balance work life and home life.

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[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

So I have decided that if a clone rebellion series isn't announced or at least hinted at during the next Star Wars Celebration, I'm going to write the story myself.

[blorbocedes]

Lewis posting videos of all f1 academy girlies individually introducing themselves and their highlight of the season to his 34 million followers is great exposure and very VERY cute 💗