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The Boys in the Boat + textposts #7

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I forgot I wrote this

untitled drabble of a fic I haven't decided I wanted to write yet

"Boys, this is Eleanor Dawson. She's the nurse for the UW rowing team. This is the second year she's had this position and she will continue to hold the position until she leaves or decides she doesn't want it anymore." Coach Ulbrickson gestured to the woman next to him, a beauty wearing a knitted sweater, rolled khakis and boots. She tilted her head to the side and smiled kindly, rolling up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Now if you have any questions or comments or concerns, you can go to her if Bolles, Pocock, or myself are unavailable."

"Excuse me sir, but why would we go to the nurse about rowing questions?"

The boys glanced at each other, shoulders and heads ducked at the chuckles of the varsity boys and their coxswain. Chuck slowly lowered his hand, almost immediately regretting his question.

The young woman stepped forwards, smile decidedly less friendly.

"Because," her eyes scanned the faces of the young men in front of her, "Mr. Day, is it? I've been the stroke and rowing captain of the JV girls team since my freshman year of college. That's why you can go to the nurse about rowing."

Don, with his head ducked, could still tell Chuck's face went red from his collarbones all the way to his hairline. He sensed the smirk of Coach Ulbrickson and Bolles.

"Now here's what we are going to do. The varsity team already know this but you have a week to come to me, either here before or after practice or at the on campus clinic for a physical."

Grumbling from all of the boys.

Bobby, the cheeky little shit he was, grinned. "And if certain members don't want to participate in their physicals?"

"Then Mr. Moch, they don't row."

And with that, the pretty nurse turned and strode back into the boathouse, hair bouncing in the ponytail.

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I just like to think that after the Olympics, any time any of the guys complain about something, Bobby is there to just go,

"Well Don managed to win an Olympic gold medal with a 103 degree fever, so I think you'll survive."

(he's very proud of Don and will be insufferable about it)

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I know he isn’t the type but like feminism leaves my body when I look at him. Like hello 1930s.

just some close ups...

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I think we as a fandom haven't spent enough time talking about the divide between the Seattle boys (Jim, Roger, Chuck, Johnny) and the boys who didn't grow up in the city (Bobby, Joe, Don, Gordy, Shorty)

I don't know what it would entail but there's something there

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TBITB!Don Hume is lowkey the love of my life lol

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Every time I watch this movie and see the first race, I just wanna take a nibble on Don’s bicep lol

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the edit itself

this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point

Im not even american but im having a great time with this

DONT LET THIS DIE

credit to miraculousgastropod for the original

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Same Bobby. Same.

Totally normal reaction, Bobby.

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😂😂😂😂 feel that in my soul Bobby

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Bobby Moch: the ultimate wingman

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My coach (I’m a rower irl) recently was talking about a coxswain that he had in college who ate crunchy cookies on the mic to annoy the rowers, so here’s Bobby doing that to the boys :]

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Oh no 😂😂😂😂

request from the amazing @seasidesandstarscapes !!

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Gordy and Johnny: *eating jello at 3 A.M.*

Bobby: Why are you eating jello cups at 3 А.М.?

Gordy: I could be doing worse?

Joe: Like what?

Johnny: *Takes out piano he bought and starts smashing keys in an off tune version of Allstar*

Don: O.o

Bobby: OKAY GO BACK TO YOUR JELLO CUPS!

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Bobby: why do you always assume the worst of me?

Ulbrickson: it saves time.

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untitled drabble of a fic I haven't decided I wanted to write yet

"Boys, this is Eleanor Dawson. She's the nurse for the UW rowing team. This is the second year she's had this position and she will continue to hold the position until she leaves or decides she doesn't want it anymore." Coach Ulbrickson gestured to the woman next to him, a beauty wearing a knitted sweater, rolled khakis and boots. She tilted her head to the side and smiled kindly, rolling up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Now if you have any questions or comments or concerns, you can go to her if Bolles, Pocock, or myself are unavailable."

"Excuse me sir, but why would we go to the nurse about rowing questions?"

The boys glanced at each other, shoulders and heads ducked at the chuckles of the varsity boys and their coxswain. Chuck slowly lowered his hand, almost immediately regretting his question.

The young woman stepped forwards, smile decidedly less friendly.

"Because," her eyes scanned the faces of the young men in front of her, "Mr. Day, is it? I've been the stroke and rowing captain of the JV girls team since my freshman year of college. That's why you can go to the nurse about rowing."

Don, with his head ducked, could still tell Chuck's face went red from his collarbones all the way to his hairline. He sensed the smirk of Coach Ulbrickson and Bolles.

"Now here's what we are going to do. The varsity team already know this but you have a week to come to me, either here before or after practice or at the on campus clinic for a physical."

Grumbling from all of the boys.

Bobby, the cheeky little shit he was, grinned. "And if certain members don't want to participate in their physicals?"

"Then Mr. Moch, they don't row."

And with that, the pretty nurse turned and strode back into the boathouse, hair bouncing in the ponytail.