#too many damn coxswains

[bisexual-ladyofchaous]

Today we have:

12 rowers absent

11 coxswains

10 cox-boxes

9 seats on one boat

8 rowers rowing

7 rowers erging

6 coaches crying

5 different illnesses

4 rowers dying

3 rowers laughing

2 rowers crying

And 1 panicked coxswain

[commodorecliche]

taggy tags

I was tagged by @glaspaladin - thank you, dear!!

Rule: answer the questions and tag 20 to get to know them better!

Nickname: lindzor, commia, lil’ bit, and don’t tell anyone but my fiance calls me babylove (one word).

Gender: cis female

Star sign: not that astrology means a damn thing but leo

Height: 5′2″ 

Time: 19:31

Birthday: July 28th

Favourite bands: hard to pick, i love so many bands. big faves are Brand New, Glass Animals, Alt-J, Ghost BC, Gorillaz, Nine Inch Nails, Placebo, Rammstein. 

Favourite solo artists: Lana Del Rey, Kyla La Grange, Jaymes Young, Eliza Rickman, Iron & Wine, Gin Wigmore. 

Song stuck in my head: Touch Me I’m Going To Scream Pt 2 - My Morning Jacket

Last movie watched: The Eyes of My Mother

Last show watched: Guy’s Grocery Games - look I’m not proud 

When did I create this blog: 2011

What do I post about: Voltron mostly right now, but I dabble in a lot of shit - SNK, horror, yoi, shitposts, the usual. 

Last thing i googled: average costs of delta upgrades using miles. i’ trying to plan my honeymoon right now and i think we can spring for first class if i factor in all the miles i’ve earned.  👍

Do you get asks: *glances nervously at the 1500 unanswered messages in my inbox* uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Why did you choose your URL: it’s a callback to my rowing days. Over the course of my time rowing i served as a rower, coxswain, captain, and coach, and my team would jokingly call me commodore. and cliche is cause i just like stupid, dumb, cliche shit. 

Followers: 4,090. 

Following: 1140

Favourite colours: Dark purple, burgundy, teal, and black. 

Average hours of sleep: 3-4 usually. 

Lucky numbers: i don’t really have lucky numbers, but i like the numbers 7 and 13. 

Instruments: Flute, piano, a little guitar and percussion too. 

What I’m wearing: black shorts and an open collar sweatshirt

How many blankets do I sleep with: just my comforter usually. 

Dream job: living it currently - neurphysiology. but i’d really like to someday have a book published or even get into voice acting. 

Dream trip: New Zealand. I was going to go there for my honeymoon but I think it’s gunna be too pricey, so we may go for our first or second anniversary. 

Favourite food: oh i love me some fettucine alfredo, chicken cacciatore, and cucuzza. 

Nationality: American (mostly Italian-American though, if that counts?) 

Favourite song right now: oh many my fave song changes like... by the week. but i’ve really been digging Taro by Alt-J lately

and i’ll tag: @pilindiel @pil0t-err0r @phaltu @celestialriptide @ficdesignhub @stargazershiro @calcyfer @otasucc 

that isn’t 20 ppl but whatevs lmao. y’all don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, of course! 

[becamenew]

the WONDERLAND SQUAD is a ridiculous place to be. because we’re all fucking memes. below the cut are FIFTY ICONIC THINGS WE SAID IN THE LAST HALF HOUR. are you ready for some cok ?

❛ .... that’s concerning. ❜

❛ there’s no such thing as watching too many cult documentaries on netflix. ❜

❛ does anyone else watch really old reruns of too catch a predator or is that just me ? ❜

❛ remember that woman who force fed her daughter mac and cheese ? ❜

❛ yeah, no, it’s like really disturbing. ❜

❛ i’ve never been a meme before. ❜

❛ it’s liberating. ❜

❛ there’s something online that talks about my love of weiners. embrace it. ❜

❛ welp you’re dying. buh-bye. ❜

❛ oh yikes. i have eleven. ❜

❛ i’m a coxswain. everyone else giggles. ❜

❛ i’m seven and a half. get it right. ❜

❛ penis. ❜

❛ gotta put on the weiner shirt.❜ 

❛ oh shit i got this. ❜

❛ ... wait. ❜

❛ he just stared at me like... ‘okay. well. do you wanna try that again?’ nO. i just want to go sit down. ❜

❛ asmr us. ❜

❛ i get to cox the better guys. ❜ 

❛ she told me all about it but i never paid attention... so. ❜ 

❛ it’s c-o-k... wait. ❜ 

❛who is responsible for remembering this ? ❜ 

unintelligible wheezing

❛ hold on. what did you say about all us bitches ? ❜

❛ just because of the cox? ❜ 

❛ i’m literally wiping tears from my eyes. ❜ 

❛ i just have no ideas. ❜ 

❛ the unintelligible wheezing is too funny... too much. ❜ 

❛ i keep saying i’m okay but i’m really not. ❜

❛ just keep saying you’re fine when you’re not really fine. eventually you’ll be fine. ❜

❛ can’t let the cok die down. ❜

❛ i hate us all. ❜

❛ it must be the cok. ❜

❛ reasons i want to die: number one. everyone in the wonderland chat. ❜ 

❛ the spider on my phone case is judging me. ❜

❛ who were we before cok ? ❜

❛ we were doing okay... but then came the cok. ❜ 

❛ we wheeze like sad old men. ❜

❛ i’m not a sad old man. i’m a happy old man. ❜ 

❛ you die. or you burn down your home. there is no inbetween. that’s what you gotta do when there’s a spider. ❜ 

❛ when in doubt, burn it down. ❜

❛ keep it on brand. ❜ 

❛ this is the worst chat i’ve ever been in. ❜

❛ do i? yes. ❜

❛ somebody say something iconic. ❜

❛ i shed like a mother fucking monster. ❜

❛ your laugh is a crime scene. ❜ 

❛ company policy: you have to be a god damn meme. ❜ 

❛ we didn’t have some mistletoe... because we’re cheap as fuck. ❜ 

❛ we never have to stop memeing. ❜ 

[herbieham1]

Preparations

Dec 4, 1941 Hiroshima Naval base East Wharf. “I am too old for this” Captain Kiichi Hasegawa stiffly alights from the creaking Ford saloon. The air is cool, a wet breeze coming across the bay, seeping into his bones, his soul. Yes. He is too old. But not, apparently it seems, to First fleet command. The old dog is going to have to learn a few new tricks……… He stands, faces his new command, contemplating her strange, foreign shape. So this, it seems, is what a carrier looks like close up. And again that feeling of bitter disappointment wells up inside; reluctantly he pushes it back down. So this is the weapon that will replace the battleship, and somehow, he just cannot believe it.     CVL Zuiho rides easily against the wharf, low, grey, ugly. Her crew man the rails, stand in formation on her flight deck, waiting for that moment so critical to any warships future.  Kiichi grasps his sword, taking comfort from its familiar feel, its power, its strength; it is time for him to meet his crew, his new ship and, of course, them to meet him.     He strides up the gangway with purpose; keen, as always to show his authority.  First Fleet may have let him down, but he knows his duty. The pipes shrill. There are salutes.  A tall man steps forward, thin, heavy braid, his Executive Officer.   Formal greetings: Salutes.  And the process begins…………………     He is led to the flight deck, eyes quickly assessing everything; the fresh new paint, the slight movement beneath his feet(if she moves here, alongside, what will this little thing be like at sea?). And now the first ladder, steep, awkward, leading upwards to yet another narrow passageway.  Eyes picking out a hose reel – incorrectly stowed…… Another ladder, the whip of the breeze: cold on old skin, the flight deck.  He takes his place –process, process.  Papers are given to him.  The formal words:     The Navy Regulations.  He sees them waiting, nearly 600 men, and expectant, curious, and judgemental, always judgmental. And now the regulations:  so familiar, yet always so shocking in their hardness, coldness, implacability. He must read them with authority…………… And yet –the wind conspires against him, and he knows too many on this deck cannot hear him, hear his high pitched voice…….. Damn.  That did not go well.     A thunderous voice, a coxswain who knows his business it seems.  Good.  The men crash to attention, erect. White, still, swaying slightly in the breeze, on the swell.  And now he must inspect them………..these, what does the Emperor call them? : His human bullets?  Kiichi takes his time –he knows too well the importance that they see him, that they see he watches, and notices. Battleship, or not – Command will always be the same Ney?

“Your Engineer sir”. Short, squat. And suffering a hangover it seems………. “Your name?”

“LCDR Minobe sir”

“You’re last posting?”

“Junyo sir”

“She suffered a major fire last year didn’t she?”

A hesitation.  You can read a lot in a hesitation………

“yes sir”

Move on, enough has been said………

The faces flow past.

“PO Okano sir”

“Been long on board PO?”

“Almost from the beginning sir”

“and the engines?”

“they are good sir”

Grunt agreement. He is hardly going to tell you they are not will he?

“PO Hirate sir.”

“Long on board sailor?”

“Two days sir.”

“Still getting lost then?”

A smile; good. Honest too. “Yes sir”

“You are not the only one”

   The parade takes some time…….. He makes his decision. “Who is the flight commander?”

“Lt Hidaka sir. They are down in the hanger, awaiting your pleasure”

So – aircraft and ship –two separate identities on Zuiho it seems.  Something he will change as a matter of priority.

“Dismiss the parade.” Get the men back to work.  We must be ready to sail December 6th. Take me to the airmen please gentlemen”.