the boat of the fragile mind

The Wolf Who Preyed On The Dragon

Daenerys watched him during their small council meeting. His brows creased as they discussed battle strategies and plans of evacuating people from the most northern part of the region. Every so often he would glance her way or stroke his beard as they tried to come to a final plan. The King in the North listened to Davos and Jorah throwing around ideas, such as using the underground crypts at Winterfell as a safe haven for some or retreating to the Neck. Either way, no one found a substantial solution just yet.

Everyone was on edge, after leaving the Dragon Pit, their little group made it via boat back to the North, the horror they saw beyond the wall still fresh in their minds. What was to come? Would they make it? If so, what would be left of the world? These were the thoughts of almost each person sitting in the room. What plagued everyone’s conscience the most was their very new, very fragile alliance with Cersei. Almost every single person in this room was wronged by one of her actions. When they reached Winterfell, the inhabitants there were not happy about this new arrangement, however their king assured them that they had a plan. They didn’t, but they all made an unspoken pact to be weary of the new queen in the capital. Daenerys could see something in Arya’s eyes when Jon mentioned this alliance, it seemed to be ambition, as if she was working towards some sort of internal goal and it was finally in reach.

As the meeting went on, she noticed Jon tense up more and more. His eyes would narrow and his hand would clench around his goblet. She gave her opinion and he said nothing, which was unusual, normally he’d be quick to side with her or point out all the flaws in her plan.

Everyone knew Jon Snow was a different man after taking back his home, yes he was still honourable, yet there was something more intense and dark lurking underneath the surface. He was more determined now, more confident and took more control. According to the people who knew him before her, Jon Snow the King in the North truly became the white wolf after he was declared king.

The meeting drew to a close and the large group huddled out of the small solar. As she reached the door, she turned and saw him still hunched over his books. You’re going to kill yourself before the White Walkers reach us, she thought to herself. Jon’s head snapped up, his face hard, then she realised her thoughts came out as words. Letting out a huff, she closed the door and walked back towards the table.

“It’s true though,” she sat down opposite him, the fire still blazing, warming the room enough that there was no need for their thick cloaks, yet Jon still wore his.

“I can’t just sit back and wait for the world to end,” she could tell that he was frustrated and stressed.

“You can’t go into battle tired and dazed either,” she shot back, “you haven’t slept in three days, every night I wake up to find you sitting by the fire, you barely touch your food and you don’t even listen to anyone else’s suggestions.”

“Reminds me of someone else in this room,” he gritted back, he didn’t look up from book her was reading. Daenerys could feel her fury rising, remaining silent she calmed herself. The King in the North was stressed, it was time for her to help release the wolf and relieve some of that tension, before he does something irrational that will get them all killed. Maybe if he succumbs to all the emotions inside of him, he’ll be more focused afterwards, she thought. Jon had to relax and somehow be grounded in order to lead, he was the most experienced person when it came to the White Walkers and they needed him. Her next move was a dangerous one, but she had to try.

“Fine,” lifting herself off her seat, holding a goblet of wine, “for all the stories I heard and what I’ve seen, I’m rather disappointed, the great White Wolf can’t look after himself,” she walked around the table until she stood close to him, she could tell she had his attention, “makes me wonder if he can truly look after his people,” he was looking into the flames now, his face hard, “where’s the honour?”

Jon shot up, about to explode, when he saw the look on her face, her smirk, he played right into her hands. She moved closer to him, her hands resting on his chest, “ We need you to be focused,” she looked up, his eyes were narrowed, his jaw tense, gently she pushed him back into the armchair, “I need you. Out of all of us, you’re the leader, the one person who can actually make a difference, we need you to lead us now.” It was true, yes he was not the best politician and could be irrational at times, but when it came to practicality and actually putting plans into action, Jon excelled. She was sitting on his lap, her hands cupping his face, if anyone were to walk in now, it would not leave a good impression, the North was still wary of the Dragon queen at times and some of the lesser lords made it clear that they did not approve of Jon being so amicable towards her. Amicable, she found that amusing, if they only knew what good allies we really are, she told him one night, while they lay naked in his chambers.

“Let the wolf out Jon,” she whispered as she sunk deeper into him, “show us the true king in the North.” She saw something ignite in him. Suddenly his lips were on hers, this was different to other times they’ve kissed, it was hard, possessive, claiming. Pushing the cloak off his shoulders, she started loosening his jerkin. before she could succeed in her task, he pulled away, lifting them both up and walking them towards the rugs close to the hearth. They tore at each others clothes, removing the layers of insulating fabrics.

Daenerys felt him place her on the rugs, after nearly tearing her black and grey ensemble off of her, he had an animalistic look in his eyes, as if she was his prey. A wolf hunting a dragon, she thought. He covered his body with hers, kissing her neck and moving down, as he moved lower, she tugged at his hair, loosening it from the knot. Moving further down he claimed his prey, usually he’d be sensual and slowly work his way to her core and lick and kiss until she was lost in the sensation. The first time he ever kissed her there was on the boat, it was the first time she was every kissed there, it seemed as if the men in Essos were unfamiliar with this practice. Tonight, however, he was rough, this was him letting go of the last bit of restraint he possessed. As he ate, his hands roamed her thighs, legs, spreading them apart.

“My king,” she moaned, Jon froze and so did she, never did either one of them expect that to come out of her mouth. He looked at her, knowing fully well that her one goal was to still rule the Seven Kingdoms, which included the North.

Moving up, until her was inline with her, pinning her hands above her head, “Were you swearing fealty to me, Your Grace?” he bit her neck, making her squeal in surprise, his free hand grazing her breast, running over the nipple.

“Do you want to be ruled by the King in the North, Daenerys?” he slowly entered her.

“Jon,” she groaned against his lips, before he bit lower lip. They moved together, passion and fire burning them as they clung to one another. He stopped and flipped them over. He placed open mouth kisses all over her exposed shoulder and neck.

“Whose are you?” the question surprised her, but also excited her, it’s been a long time since she was claimed in such a primal way. She was the ruler, the queen and no man commanded her, yet for some odd reason she did not mind being his.

“Yours,” she whispered, neither one expected her response. She turned her head to the back, her hand grasping the side of his head, fingers tangling into his hair. They kissed as they both reached their peak.

Laying on the plush furs, he threw his cloak over them haphazardly. His face was buried in her hair,

“Jon we need you,” she whispered, “it won’t matter anymore if you’re not there,” she felt him tense up, “but as long as you’re still here with us, we have a fighting chance.” At that moment she didn’t given a damn about ruling, all she cared about was them, they’ve come so far, individually and together, if they lost, everything they did would have been for nothing.

He lifted her chin up and captured her lips, “We’ll survive, together.”


I’m going to hell for all the filth in my head. I really don’t know where this came from, it was definitely not suppose to be this long. I like to add a few of my theories into my fics, for example, I do think they’ll all be weary of Cersei and part of me feels as if Arya will be plotting her revenge, only for it to be stolen by one of the Lannister brothers. Let me know what you all think and whether you’d like my opinion on anything related to Season 7. It’s almost here, so excited!

heartbreak | cheryl blossom x reader

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

request

written by: kelly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: can you do a cheryl x reader set on the 4th of july. as soon as the reader hears about what happened she rushes to the blossom’s house but gets run over by a car and cheryl witnesses this and the reader gets sent to the hospital and cheryl gets reckless without the reader until she wakes up. basically cher loses y/n and jason on the same day

chapter song: youth // daughter

the 4th of july was riverdale’s ultimate holiday. the normally peaceful green streets were aligned with pops of red white and blue. the great american flag was spread across town centre and almost every person in town had a smile across their face, proud with patriotism.

that was all until news scattered around town that jason blossom, riverdale’s golden boy, had unfortunately drowned in the very river that had been the beacon of the town.

this is where the story begins.

“y/n, darling please run this pie to the andrew’s house. fred is a hopeless cook and the last thing we need is a fire in their kitchen… again.” my mom spoke, lifting her eyebrow reminding us all of the last time fred andrews ever touched an oven.

“yeah mom, i remember. although you weren’t complaining when all of those firefighters came to the rescue.” i say with a wink.

“less talking more walking missy!” she said, her cheeks instantly red.

and with that I was on my way, archie’s house was across the street from mine so it wasn’t really much of a chore. as I was approaching the andrews front porch, I heard betty shriek my name.

y/n!!” she yelled from her front yard, panic evident in her voice.

“what’s up b?” I say hesitantly, studying her body language.

“have you spoken to cheryl?!?”

cheryl was always a touchy subject in my friendship circle. we’ve been seeing each other for a year, and my friends weren’t supportive. not because I was seeing another girl, it was because I was seeing cheryl.

kevin referred to her as jessica rabbit on crack, but to be fair cheryl refers to kevin as a bootleg, gayer neil patrick harris.

“no, she’s spending the day with Jason, why?” I question.

“there was an accident at sweetwater, they were in a boat and it tipped, they can’t find jason and cheryl's…in a bad way.” betty said hesitantly.

my heart fell to the pit of my stomach, my hands almost instantly let go of the fragile pie dish and it shattered on the pathway.

the shattered pie depicted my current state of mind; a big mess.

the next thing I know, I was running to thornhill. ignoring my surroundings. the only thing that mattered in my mind was cheryl. thornhill manor was across town from where we lived but the trip was shortened by running through the local park.

i was running so fast that all of a sudden thornhill was in site. the burning ache in my throat was building up, I had a vision of my distraught girlfriend sitting there all alone. I needed to be there for her.

cheryl’s pov

sitting in the great room of my home brought up a lot of amazing memories for me; christmas morning, thanksgiving and the annual family reunion - today was not a celebration however.

my brother and i had been separated for the first time in our lives, and it was the most terrifying feeling. those thoughts were disrupted when I saw my girlfriend running towards our house.

she knows that this place is off limits, my parents would die if they ever found out that i was gay. I stare at the girl sprinting when in a split second, while she was in the middle of the road, a car sped past and took her clean off of her feet.

there was this moment when she was in the air, where I could see that she had come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t going to survive this. she landed on the road like a ragdoll.

it was like the next few seconds i had an out of body experience. i remember running outside towards the front gate yelling and screaming for someone to get help, as i reached the front i realize what had happened.

sheriff keller had hit y/n while he was on his way to thronhill to question our family, this was all my fault.

everything was a blur; the sirens were approaching us. there was a large crowd around her but it felt like no one but us. i could see her face, lying all alone in the middle of the road. her mother had arrived at the scene.

MY BABY!” she screamed as a nice young man was holding her back.

PLEASE, PLEASE SOMEONE DON’T LET MY BABY DIE.” she called as the paramedics lifted y/n’s mannequin like body into the back of the ambulance. i was paralyzed. the next few hours were crazy. I had betty cooper of all people messaging me from the hospital keeping me updated.

it wasn’t good enough. i had to be there for her, she risked her life trying to be there for me.

veronica offered to come and fetch me and take me to the hospital to be there with all of the friends and y/n’s mom. i never liked veronica, but I had never been more grateful for such an offer.

the car ride was rather uncomfortable. silence swallowed the atmosphere and it was the type of silence that needed to be broken.

“cheryl, i’m so sorry for everything that’s happened to you today.” veronica gulped.

bad things happen to badpeople, ronnie. i’m a bad person. i deserve this.” i state with minimal eye contact.

“cheryl, nobody deserves to go through so much in one day.” veronica argued.

the silence fell over us again, nobody spoke until we got to the hospital.

as we arrived into the I.C.U ward, i see y/n’s mom sitting next to fred andrews. her facial expression was neutral and calm but her face was red like she had been crying for days.

betty, archie and jughead were standing around a watercooler across from mrs y/l/n and mr andrews. betty came over and pulled me into a tight embrace.

“cheryl, she’s in a coma. her condition is stable for the amount of injuries she has sustained. the doctors are saying it’s a miracle that she’s even alive at the moment.” betty told me, sporting a broken smile.

that news was hardly a relief.

“i need a moment.” i said exiting the hospital ward, the smell of hand sanitizer and the sound of heart monitors kept making me feel like I was waiting for her to die.

i rush out to the parking lot of the hospital and i do the most reckless thing I’ve ever done in my life. i lie in the middle of the road at the entrance of the E.R, i close my eyes and i wait.

in about two seconds I get yanked up to my feet in a strong pull.

i see Kevin.

“cheryl as much as I feel sorry for you I need you to understand now is not the time to be selfish!” he barked at me.

as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I was being reckless and selfish.

“are you okay?” He asked. the simplest question in the whole world, yet nobody managed to muster up the courage to do so.

“i’m fine.” i reply as i shook off some road gravel from my skirt.

“don’t lie.” he spat.

at that moment, my heart broke.

no. i’m not fucking okay kevin.” i whimper.

he placed his arms around mine and he pulled me in for a hug. we sit around for an hour crying together. it wasn’t out of sadness, but desperation.

i still had hoped that she could pull through this. that was until those moments after the accident turned into days.

with each day, i began to lose more and more of myself. i found myself craving danger, i was on my way to the south side, i had a plan to go and cause trouble among the serpents.

a rush with danger was what I was craving and the serpents were the closest thing to danger that riverdale had to offer.

i was about 6 steps away from getting my ass kicked when the news broke that y/n was awake. that was the most amazing news I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

i ran through the hospital doors, rejoiced.

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Writing on the walls of Run Japanese Ver.

Phone Booth

“Dedicated to all the boys who have lived in this painful world. Shit”

“Res, non verba”

Latin for “deeds rather than words”, or “actions to be used instead of words”. Also appears in bathroom that Taehyung is in.

“Pain past is pleasure”

I can’t find much on the origin of this, however it may derive from the Chinese proverb “苦尽甘来”, which literally translates to “suffering ends, good comes” (may be slightly off because my Chinese is not the best, but it’s along the same lines)

“Dum spiro spero”

Latin for “While I breathe, I hope”. Also appears in the main room.

“Papillon”

French for “butterfly”. Papillon was the name of one of the concept shoots for 화양연화 pt. 2.

“Je ne regrette rien”

French for “I regret nothing”. Je ne regrette rien was the name of another concept shoot.
Non, Je ne regrette rien was also the title of a song by Édith Piaf near the end of her life, as pointed out by this lovely anon. The lyrics are about forgetting the past and starting over.

“Carpe diem”

Latin saying, often translated to “Seize the day”

“Only me and my…”

I can’t see this one too clearly, but it looks like “Only me and my style”

“Memento mori”

Latin for “remember that you will die”.
It is also the name of a short story by Jonathan Nolan, which is about a man who uses tattoos and notes to keep track of his life as he has anterograde amnesia. The story cuts between two timeframes- while the man is in a mental institution, and when he is on the run after he escapes. This reminds me of the part in Run where Hoseok wakes up in the hospital after Tae and Namjoon have been arrested. It then cuts to the party scene. The contrast between scenes is similar to the contrasting timeframes in Memento Mori.

“Chill”

“La vita dolce”

Italian for “the sweet life”, or “the good life”

“Draw me like one of your french girls”

The iconic line from the Titanic which has become a meme of sorts. This is a seemingly random inclusion from Bighit.

“This train ruined my life”

This line was originally hidden in the music video by Namjoon, but thanks to the new photos that came out, I finally figured out what it said. The trains in the I Need U and Run music videos are probably referenced here. In Run, when Namjoon opens the door to the train carriage, it cuts straight to him entering the party scene. “Train” could be a metaphor for his delinquency, as we later see him vandalising and getting arrested. 




Taehyung’s room

“…while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to die live humbly for one”

This is a quote from J.D. Salinger’s novel The Catcher in the Rye.
The full quote reads: “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.”
It should be noted that the original quote has been modified, replacing the word “live” with “die”, however “die” is then crossed out and replaced again with “live”. The first half of this quote appears in the main room.

“Hoi doei”

Dutch for “hi bye” (informal)

“Youth is never coming back”

Also appears in the room Jimin is in.

“Don’t fear”

“Won’t trust, can’t trust, don’t trust”

“Save me from myself”

Name of Brian Welch (also know as Head), guitarist of Korn’s autobiography. Also a Christina Aguilera song.

“I paid love”

“Pain paid”

“High & Dry”

Title of a Radiohead song. While reading the lyrics, I noticed the line “You broke another mirror”, which links to Yoongi and his shards of glass from the mirror he broke in Run, which seemed to create some sort of chain reaction among the boys.

“Siste, viator”

Typically used on Roman roadside tombs, meaning “stop, traveller”

“Collapsing”

“Paradise is”

“I do believe in fairies”

A quote from Peter Pan. @taetaetown has a really good theory on how Peter Pan links to the whole INU/Prologue/Run universe, which you can read here and here.

“To young to die”

Probably supposed to be “too young to die”, which links to the possible deaths of the members. The words are split up into two lines, and the word “paid” is written before “to die”, giving it an overall reading of “paid to die”. Not sure if this was intentional or not, but that seems pretty fishy.

“The end”

“Vida”

Vida has Latin origins, and means “Long live”, or just “Live!” in languages such as Italian, Portuguese and Spanish.




Seokjin’s room

“Nevermind”

Name of Intro for 화양연화 pt. 2, as well as an album by Nirvana.

“In bloom”

Song by Nirvana, written by Kurt Cobain. It is the second track in Nevermind.

“Butterfly”

The black spray paint towards the top right of the butterfly looks like it may have said “Butterfly” before most of the word got erased. There are also butterflies flying in the room, and Seokjin is known to be connected with butterflies throughout the music videos.

“Goodbye Jin”

Originally, I thought this said “collapsing”, which also appears in Taehyung’s room, but it has been since pointed out to me that it might also say “Goodbye Jin”. It’s rare that they included a direct reference to one of the members, and this is significant as it alienates Seokjin even more from the members. Either they have left him, or he has left them.




Main Room

“YOLO”

“You only live once”

“Pro Memoria”

Latin for “for memory”. Also in Taehyung’s room. Thank you very much to  @little-boat-boy for telling me that this phrase was said to “remind you not to forget about the dead, and that they are alive in your minds.” This is scarily relevant (if the theories are true) to the fact that the members, apart from Namjoon, have died, and that Seokjin is living with his memories of them. People also added “gloria” to the phrase, which means butterfly. This is because butterflies are fragile yet still important. Butterflies were often related to memories and the dead.

“Teen Spirit”

Probably a reference to Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, the first track in Nevermind.

“3.1.2016″

Not sure if this is completely relevant to the story, but I’ll include it anyway. The 1st of March 2016 marks the 97th anniversary of the Samil Movement. 
This was a series of demonstrations for Korea’s independence from Japan, and was suppressed a year later by the Japanese. Over the year, around two million Koreans participated and many were arrested, wounded or killed.
BTS tweeted about this with the hashtag #Remember1919. 

“What really knocks me out is a book…”

From a quote by J.D. Salinger, author of The Catcher in the Rye.
The rest of the quote doesn’t seem to appear, however the full quote reads: “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.”

Your skin makes me cry”

A line from Radiohead’s Creep. Guitarist and keyboardist Jonny Greenwood once said the song was about “recognizing what you are”.

“Henry II”

This is really random and I can’t seem to find anything at all that links at all to the plot. However it must have some sort of significance, so I’ll be looking into this a bit more.

“Ruined”

“Save me”

Also appears in the phone box multiple times. This was revealed to be a track on the new 화양연화 Young Forever album.

“Our home is nowhere”

This could reference the song …But Home Is Nowhere by AFI. The lyrics of the song are pretty cryptic, and seem to fit into the concept. One particular line stood out to me, “discarnate, preternatural”. Discarnate is defined as “not having a physical body”, a reference to spirits and ghosts. Preternatural, in contrast to supernatural, assumes that it is a phenomena with an unknown explanation. It is said to be “suspended between the mundane and the miraculous.”

“You think I’m bad”

Thank you very much to @dailydoseofdia​ for messaging me about this quote. It could be a reference to a book called Kill or Cure, part of The Afterblight Chronicles, in which a plague has killed a large portion of the human population.
The full quote reads: “You think I’m bad, that this society is bad, but that’s only because you haven’t seen the rest of the world.” I think this is a really interesting quote, as it could link to the naivety and youth of the (dead?) members who really haven’t seen much of the world yet.

“Ode to youth”

A poem written in 1820 by Polish poet Adam Mickiewicz. Also the name of the OST for Secretly Greatly.

Painful

The word “painful” appears, but it is crossed out. “Pain” is spray painted over and over again on the walls of this room.

“Don’t trust”

Links to “won’t trust, can’t trust, don’t trust”




Other

Nirvana

There seem to be a lot of references to Nirvana.
The state of nirvana is defined as “a transcendent state in which there is neither suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.”
Essentially, it is an ideal state of peace and happiness.

The Catcher in the Rye

The book is quoted on the walls, as is the author, J.D. Salinger.
Published in 1951, it is about a teenager’s struggle with growing up and death. It highlights the innocence of childhood vs. the artificiality of the adult world. A main theme which appears throughout the book is the preservation of youth, which fits perfectly into Bangtan’s concept, and has an ominous link to the recurring line of “youth is never coming back”

Easy

The word “easy”, or more often, “easy easy”, appear multiple times throughout the video in different rooms. These words also appear in the photobook for 화양연화 pt. 2. Easy easy is a song by King Krule, who had a troubled childhood and was diagnosed with at least one mental illness. The line “Cause if you going through hell, we just keep going” can be easily linked to the struggles that the boys go through in the music video.

Angel Numbers

I’m going out on a limb here, and I’m not too sure about this. The numbers 626 and 42 appear in that main garage where the dance part of the music video occurs. These numbers must be there for one reason or another, so I looked into the meanings of the angel numbers.
Angel number 626 brings the message of trusting your surroundings and the situations you are put in, and knowing that everything will work out in the end, for the better. It also tells you to trust the energies of the angels guiding you. It is a number which relies greatly on trust, and contrasts with the message of “won’t trust, can’t trust, don’t trust” portrayed in the music video.
Angel number 42 is a message to pursue your passions and fulfil your life purpose. It also encourages you to maintain your faith in the angels, which once again links back to trust. The number 42 is also named as the meaning of life in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

Song titles

The titles of some BTS songs appear in the garage as well. I’m not sure if they’re there just to fill up space or if they have some sort of meaning behind them, but Dope, Let Me Know and Just One Day are all written on the walls.

Eighth rest

The musical symbol for an eighth rest, or quaver rest, appears in more than one room. It is the notation for 1/8 of a beat of silence.

I think I got most of the important ones, if there’s any I missed please message me~

Okay, but am I the only one that wants a remake of Danny Phantom?

Not like a reboot like people have been talking about. I don’t want a ten years later type thing. I want the original show to be remade, but as an /adult/ show. You know what I mean? Like, I saw a post (that I can’t find right now) that said Danny Phantom would be one of the darkest cartoons had it not been drawn so cutely. When I saw that, I thought, ‘Well why didn’t they do that?’ Am I the only one that would watch it if it were the dark, angsty, /horror/ show that it could have been? Am I the only one in this boat?

Because I really want to see Danny coping with being literally HALF DEAD the way any normal 14-year-old would. And the PTSD. Oh, how I would love to see the three of them dealing with PTSD. Because they fight ghosts for a living. Danny is half dead, and later fully dead (if you believe certain theories). Sam and Tucker /watched him die/. Nickolodeon cant expect me to believe that those things had no repercussions on their fragile teenage minds.

And let’s not even mention Dan, okay? That just hurts.

So yeah. I want an adult version of Danny Phantom. Where they address all the problems the original didn’t mention because it was a kid’s show. I have a mighty need for this. Can I please have it?

(I’ll also take an episode-by-episode rewrite fic if anyone would like to volunteer? Anyone? No? Okay.)

ATTENTION ROWERS: Coxswain Appreciation Week (First week in May)

Our coxswains have to endure a lot; not only do they have to steer an awkwardly long, obscenely expensive boat in the straightest course possible down an unpredictable body of water, but they also are expected to read the mind of as many as 8 girls and say the things that will motivate them the most. On top of that they’re expected to translate what the coach is saying coherently and concisely and help regulate practice. They help correct technique—without damaging the fragile egos of the rowers. The responsibility of a whole boat rests on their shoulders, they take the heat when anything goes wrong. They are consistently yelled at by grumpy singles, grumpy coaches, and grumpy rowers. This criticism is extremely hard to take because, unlike a rowing stroke, it’s something pretty personal that is getting criticized. They do all this (and more) while sitting in a miniscule seat no matter the conditions, be it freezing cold (with no exercise to be had to warm them up), raining, windy, glaringly sunny, or even night time. While we’re on the subject of a miniscule seat, they’re also expected to stay light and tiny. But the 20+ hours they already dedicate to rowing doesn’t count as exercise for them, so if they want to stay fit themselves they have to carve out additional time from their schedule to fit that in. 
For all these reasons and more I think the world of rowing needs a coxswain appreciation week—a week in which we remind our favorite little buddies how much we love them, how much we appreciate them, and how much we realize we couldn’t do this sport without them. Thank you coxies! We love you!

Be it for your current coxswain, a coxswain you had from years ago, or a fellow coxswain, a little goes a long way! Highschool teams, masters teams, collegiate teams, and every other rowing team out there that utilizes coxswains, please participate and appreciate your coxswains! Even if it’s just a kind word, a card, an instagram post, anything can make someones day better. Sometimes we all need reminders.

SPREAD THE WORD. Let’s make this national.