Sapathetic

Got tumblr for a silly boat movie whoops

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Happy Pride to Bobby Moch who almost got his ass spanked on a train

Happy Pride to Don Hume who tried to join the French army for a dude he met on summer vacation

Happy Pride to Joe Rantz who was super into his wife which, if you think about it, is kinda gay

Happy Pride to Shorty Hunt who was always showing up with a snatched waist, coiffed hair, and a sexy tan

Happy Pride to Jim McMillin who, in classic queer fashion, after graduation decided to split his time between top secret government missions and telling half-naked men what to do

Happy Pride to Johnny White who thinks everything is foul, an unfortunately common side effect of someone deep in the closet

Happy Pride to Gordy Adam who Cows

Happy Pride to Chuck Day who loved putting things in his mouth

Happy Pride to Roger Morris who insisted on wearing the sluttiest shorts known to man in front of the basically the entire world

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1929 campus map

[arokel]

it is not in fact the weekend for WIP weekend anymore but I’m ECSTATIC 🌊🌐 is on the list WE’RE PULLING FICS OUT OF THE GRAVEEE

can't tell if this is an official prompt or not but here you are anywayyyyyy <3 it was never dead!!! just sleeping. for. a year.

Having them so close, their care for each other so clearly on display in the privacy of drab European hostels and shaded bike paths, only makes Bobby want things he can never have. He can't bask in the reflected warmth of that sweetness for too long without feeling sick to his stomach with wanting. And unlike Chuck and Roger's serendipitous good fortune to both be the way they are, Bobby knows his wanting is unachievable. Still, he is determined to be nothing but supportive and happy for them on the outside. He laughs along at their jokes, though he stops making so many of his own, and he takes sides in their silly, meaningless couples' arguments. He throws pillows at them when they whisper too loudly while he's trying to sleep and stands watch outside vine-covered alleyways to let them hold each other for a moment. And the whole time, he thinks about what it might be like to have what they have for himself. It's not good to dwell on it so much, he knows, and he's spent as many years as he can remember trying not to do just that. The lure of Roger and Chuck's newfound happiness is strong, but Bobby is stronger, and he will master this yearning in time to return to campus in the fall and be completely normal once more. He'll be happy for Chuck and Roger and content for himself. He swears he will. In the immediate, though, some days are harder than others.

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Stern side!

No modern designs because everyone but Shorty would look lowkey the same 🙃

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Finished all but one final paper and decided I could afford to go back to my silly fanfiction so

Happy WIP Wednesday !

Share a little snippet of something you’ve been working on if you like :)

Here’s from a fic I kept gabbing about but didn’t think I’d actually write:

The jockey stuck out his hand. “Bob Moch.”

“Yeah, I…” You couldn’t be in the racing world and not know Bobby Moch. He was known for his cheeky, stubborn personality and for the daring way he raced, and, before last year, he was known for winning. Don knew Ulbrickson and Pocock had worked with him plenty before, but that didn’t explain why he was here.

“Don Hume. I’m the assistant trainer.” He stuck out a hand before realizing how grimy it was and half-panicked, letting it hover awkwardly in midair.

Bobby shook it anyway and then wiped his hand off on the running shirt he was wearing. “Yep, Al said I’d find you. This is Clipper?”

“Clip,” Don said, and when Bobby inched closer, reaching out a flat palm, he hurriedly added. “She likes to bite.”

Bobby laughed, “So do I,” but took his hand back.

Tagging @arokel @sparrow-in-the-field @sapathetically @seasidesandstarscapes @dogwooddiaries @kjxlll @strangethings-everywhere

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WIP Wednesday (late)

Tagged by @effervescentyellow but I was illllll so I'm doing it now!

I'm trying to be serious about my promise to myself to finish at least some of my wips before I start more stuff, so here's a snippet from the long-ago promised sequel to Strawberry Sunscreen:

“For want of a handkerchief, huh? You can’t tell me you’ve been admiring my handiwork this whole time,” Chuck says, still grinning. On closer inspection, the pink of his sunburn continues across his cheekbones and up around to his forehead, like a rosy bandit mask. Roger wants to touch it, see if it’s blush-warm against his fingertips. He shakes himself. “No, I was - you’re sunburned.” Chuck huffs a soft laugh and, with the hand not holding his handkerchief, does what Roger wasn’t brave enough - or impulsive enough - to do. His fingers are cool against the flushed skin of Roger’s throat, where his shirt collar must have slipped down often enough to expose the paler skin there to the sun. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but so are you.” It’s just the contrast against his sunburned skin making the cool shock of Chuck’s touch electrifying, like ice cream in the midday heat. Roger can’t quite explain why Chuck’s touch, too, makes him sick to his stomach, makes him flinch away with a hiss even though the pain of the burn hasn’t yet set in.

Tagging no one because I'm laaaaaate D: but if anyone else wants to jump in late also feel free!

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Bucket hat babies in the paper

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Chuck Day has a ring??

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Live drawing at the 2026 Windermere Cup

Congrats to the huskies for winning by less than 0.2 secs :)

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Washington’s utter Disdain of defeat

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no matter where i go, mentally i'm still here

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Suh-mooooch😘

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I cannot recommend enough making friends with the fan fic writers that you admire because #1. They're probably great people and you'll like them #2. And more importantly, YOU CAN SCREAM AT THEM VIA DMS ABOUT THEIR WORK and it's just a great use of everyone's time.

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Turns out that the New York Institute for Special Education, formerly the New York Institute for the Education of the Blind had a crew team in the 1950s, and I am COMPLETELY LOSING MY MIND OVER IT. Also, I truly just happened to stumble upon this information. While trying to find something else on their website for my literal grad school homework, I saw they had an archives sections and thought “oh, I love old photos. I wonder what’s there,” and it’s THIS. And WHAT’S MORE is that the caption on one of the photos then led me to find out that the stroke of the Cornell crew in 1931 was blind and NAMED DON and FROM WASHINGTON !!!

Also not to dox myself but I have literally rowed this stretch of water multiple times and feel crazy emotional about that

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Article on 13yo Bobby’s scout troop

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Portraits for the bow side of the boat! Full design sheets take too long but they need to have face references sooo.

And because modern designs are fun: