M.Wizard

[marvelwizardz]

Marvel Voices: PRIDE

2021 Bobby Drake & Erik Lensherr

[marvelwizardz]

Reblogging this for PRIDE Month ♥️

[marvelwizardz]

Not All Planes

Not all men

No, not all men

Because not all planes crash

And not all bees sting

Not all trees burn

Not all sirens ring

Not all glass shatters

Not all rope bites

Not all mascara drips

Not all women cry

But in a sky of crashing planes

And a park of violent bees

In a forest, ash trees

a place where all sirens ring

When the glass shatters, hide

And the rope starts to break

Your pretty face is gone

A ruined mistake

For not all planes crash

But a lot sure do

In a world full of flames

It might be you

Not all men

No, not all men

But, stars be damned, the plane you board

Might just be the one

Heading for the hoard 

[marvelwizardz]

You know it’s that time of the month when you start SOBBING at that one bar droids speech in Mandalorian s3

[marvelwizardz]

Rewatching S07E02 of Clone Wars

Oh my god poor Hunter probably thought Rex and Anakin were sneaking off to fool around in a closet

[morally-earl-gray]

for every incel white man star wars dudebro there is a teenage lesbian with a slightly deeper and more obscure knowledge of star wars who will one day defeat him in battle

[marvelwizardz]

Dudebro: You like Star Wars? Name this ship then *shows a picture of the most random ship they found after scrolling on google for twenty minutes*

Me: bitch you name this ship *shows pictures of relationships that dudebro who only likes the fights never pays attention to*

[marvelwizardz]

”There is no price he won’t pay”

“I am not letting you get in my way—“

“C—Captain?”

…

“Polites?”

*stab*

[cate7solace]

wait hold on I need context I think I might know the context but omg context

[marvelwizardz]

OKAY SO LIKE I HAD THIS IDEA

During mutiny when Odysseus and Eurylochus are fighting

and Odysseus is about to like, take out Eurylochus

And then cut to Polites voice when he calls out for Odysseus after having been hit by Polyphemus

and Odysseus is like. Seeing Polites. Confused by what Odysseus is doing. And it causes him to hesitate

and then it goes back to mutiny when ody gets stabbed

[marvelwizardz]

”There is no price he won’t pay”

“I am not letting you get in my way—“

“C—Captain?”

…

“Polites?”

*stab*

[marvelwizardz]

when your parents let you dress slutty cause the alternative is letting you dress masculine and one of those is obviously worse than the other

[foelly]

[marvelwizardz]

they’re so cute they’re literally just murderous babies

[thisisallyourfaultmiguel]

I know we all joke about order 66 and anakin killing the younglings but...there's a weight to it we should acknowledge sometimes

The echoes of a battalion marching up the steps into their home. The confusion and panic of younglings as they're gathered into the council chambers, where they should be safe. When an adult finally comes, there's an ember of hope. It's Anakin Skywalker- of course he's going to save them. And so one of the children steps forward and asks the question. "What are we going to do?" He should have the answers. He should be their saviour. And yet Anakin ignited his lightsaber and slaughters each one of them. Taking down child after child, thinking only of saving his own as he goes. He does not let the clones have this task. He kills them himself.

If it wasn't a youngling it was a padawan, desperately fighting to let the one Senator who would fight for them escape. It's falling to the blasters that surround them on all sides. It's the futile fight against a force so powerful. A force that was meant to be their ally. Their friends.

If it wasn't a padawan, it was a knight, ushering the younglings they could find away from the chaos. Trying to save their future. Still so young. The unbearable weight of the galaxy now pressing down on their shoulders.

If it wasn't a knight, it was a master, who was shot down by his own men. Who he had fought and protected for years. Who he had defended against the prejudice set on them by their own creators.

It was a girl, cast out by her own people. Who watched as her best friend fought against the chip in his head. Who was forced to shoot anyways.

It was a boy, who watched his master be shot down in front of him, and then spared by the defective clone. It was another boy, who held his master as he died in his arms.

It was a master, whose own padawan caused all this. Who fell from a cliff as his own Commander ordered him dead. A man who had essentially ended the war, left for dead in the waters below the surface of the planet.

And it was a man, who was so desperate to save the people he loved, to make the right decision, that he ruined everything. That had left him utterly lost without direction. Who had been found and guided by the most terrible evil in the galaxy.

And these are only the stories we know.

[almaprincess66]

This in an AU where the Clone Wars ended with the Sith losing and the Clones becoming free citizens.

The angst potential is insane

[almaprincess66]

This in an AU where the Clone Wars ended with the Sith losing and the Clones becoming free citizens.

The angst potential is insane

[padawan-snack-packer]

Don't imagine Rex quietly fixing a younger clone’s armor after hours, muttering, "you gotta take better care of yourself, kid," while he polishes each scratch like it’s sacred.

Don't imagine Fives trying to teach shinies how to play cards, cheating outrageously so they win, whooping and hollering like they’re champions of the galaxy, and slipping a few credits into their pockets when no one's looking.

Don't imagine Cody staying up all night after a tough battle because he's personally stitching medals of bravery into the empty bunks of fallen troopers, so when they’re remembered, they’re remembered right.

Don't imagine Hardcase giving away his dessert rations to any clone who looks even remotely sad, acting like it’s a prank or a dare so no one knows he’s doing it out of love.

Don't imagine Echo re-learning how to shoot left-handed after his injury, stubbornly, painstakingly, so he can teach other injured clones that they’re not broken — just different.

Don't imagine Jesse carving tiny little messages into the walls of every base they’re stationed at. Messages like "501st were here. We fought. We lived." like he's trying to leave proof they mattered.

Don't imagine Dogma leaving tiny notes in people's lockers that just say "you’re doing good." "you’re brave." "I believe in you." — and then feeling too shy to admit it was him.

Don't imagine Wolffe pretending to be annoyed when Boost and Sinker sneak stray animals into the barracks, but secretly building a little hidden shelter for them behind the hangar.

Don't imagine Kix memorizing the medical charts of every single brother in his battalion — birthdays, allergies, old injuries — because he doesn’t trust the GAR systems to care enough (and he's 30000% right).

Don't imagine Tup tending to a tiny makeshift garden in the middle of a warzone with whatever seeds and scraps he can find, because "something’s gotta grow, sir."

Don't imagine Rex carrying every goodbye letters and notes he never got to say or give tucked in the seams of his armor or in a chest under his bed — every brother he couldn’t save, every friend he couldn’t reach — and still standing up the next morning because someone has to lead, and if not him, then who?

Don't imagine Waxer carrying around a crumpled, dirty drawing of Numa from Ryloth in a hidden pocket inside his armor, smoothing it out and smiling every time he feels like the war is eating him alive.

Don't imagine Boil pretending to grumble about it but secretly checking the drawing too, mouthing, "stay safe, little one," before every mission because part of his heart never left Ryloth.

Don't imagine Bly sketching little comic strips in the margins of his field reports to make Aayla laugh during debriefings — and still carrying the last one he never got to show her, tucked inside his chest plate.

Don't imagine Colt teaching his new ARC trainees how to properly tie a tourniquet and lecturing them seriously, but at the end quietly handing each of them a little lucky charm, like an old Republic credit or a braided cord, "for good luck, kid."

Don't imagine Appo still wearing a piece of Fives' blue paint on his armor as a "tradition" without telling anyone where it came from or why it matters so much.

Don't imagine Fox locking himself in his office after long shifts guarding Coruscant because he can’t stand seeing the brothers’ faces when they look at him like he’s a stranger now — so he sits in the dark and listens to the old 501st comms chatter recordings, just to feel something again.

Don't imagine Jesse and Kix starting a stupid prank war in the barracks where they replace each other's ration packs with terrible "mystery meat," laughing until Rex threatens to demote them — but Kix sneaks Rex a spiked caf packet later as revenge.

Don't imagine Tup painting tiny flowers on the inside of his helmet where no one can see them, tiny bursts of color against the cold plastoid — because he wants to carry beauty into battle even if no one else knows.

Don't imagine Dogma standing at the memorial wall and reading every single name out loud, even the ones he never knew, because he thinks someone should.

Don't imagine Waxer and Boil talking about "after the war" plans, like opening a repair shop on Ryloth, taking in lost kids, making sure no one else has to grow up the way they did — and laughing about it like it could actually happen.

Don't imagine Fives pulling a prank so chaotic that even Rex laughs — real, loud, helpless laughter — and Fives looking absolutely stunned before grinning like he'd just been handed the whole galaxy.

Don't imagine Rex tracing the scars on his hands sometimes without realizing, as if he’s trying to memorize every mistake, every battle, every time he almost didn’t make it — and then closing his fist around them like a promise to keep going.

Don't imagine Kix secretly saving every "thank you" note the boys have ever given him — crumpled sticky notes, bad handwriting, a piece of torn armor that just says "thanks doc" — tucked into his med kit like the most valuable supplies he owns.

[mitytheclown]

"but they are not canon"

Do I look like I give a fuck

[veny-many]

Wolfpack's pup

You know, I really love the headcanon of Wolffe being protective and loving his youngest brother of pack.

[omaano]

Commander Wolffe was trained for many many things. How to handle being serenaded by his own pack was not one of them.

Thank you for asking @okapichan and Comet sneaked in so that your ask would be also fulfilled on a technicality @earlgreyci <3 (again, sorry guys, there will be only one C1 and this was just not it ^^;)

Polyamorous/platonic poses reference post (for credits, I’m not open for prompts anymore)

And all the other drawings I’ve done so far

[marvelwizardz]

off topic but

idk why but I’ve always imagined just based on the name that comet would be blonde and the Wolfpack would have the entire set of clone hair colors

[w31rd0-art1st]

Clone names will never not be funny to me.. because you have clones named Hardcase, Fives, Kix, Echo, Dogma, Tup, Waxer, Boil, Comet, Fox, Wolffe, Rex, etc etc.

And then you have Cody and Jesse.

Like, these names are kinda cool and badass, but then you have names that belong to just regular people.

[marvelwizardz]

I like to think everyone named themselves when they were kids or teenagers and they picked whatever sounded cool

Meanwhile Cody and Jesse didn’t realize they could name themselves until they were serving on a battalion and were old enough to be normal when picking names