Reasons I ✨hate✨ my boyfriend
1. He talks over me and frequently doesn't respond to things after I'm done speaking
2. He forgets almost everything I tell him about myself (my likes and dislikes, etc)
3. (Emotional narcissist) Always makes everything I'm going through about him. (For example, he put me through a dangerous situation and then broke down bawling and had me comforting him when it should've been the other way around)
4. He has poor dental hygiene (breath has underlying sourness due to not brushing properly and not flossing, you can literally see the plaque when his yellow ass teeth show)
5. He's a broke ass Marxist with no career ambition.
6. He sucks at every aspect of sex and doesn't care enough to try (he also sucks at taking guidance and frequently hurts me).
7. Is immature and embarrassing ( for example, we were in a sex shop and the dumbass pointed at viagra pills and said "oh they have stuff for old people too" which is just an ignorant statement to make and me and the clerk had to educate him and he was still acting like a goof in the store. I was so embarrassed that those people knew I was having sex with this man baby.)
8. He doesn't much effort into his fashion or fitness (dresses like mr. peanut butter from Bojack horseman and has a beer belly despite being in his 20s). Also eats like a fucking glutton and doesn't have nutritious meals. Loves his oinky oinky pork 🐷
9. Brings home far more money than me but has far less savings. Just completely irresponsible with money.
10. No self-respect or assertiveness. I don't feel protected by him (this man brought me to meet his father and let that man throw thinly veiled insults at both of us).
11. I've literally brought all of these issues up several times throughout our relationship and he says he's gonna change and never does. Sometimes he improves for one week then falls off.
The list could literally go on...
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It’s a little bit ‘I was the match and you were the rock, maybe we started this fire/We sat apart and watched all we had burn on the pyre,’ and ‘Do you understand that we will never be the same again?’ from Bastille’s The Things We Lost In The Fire
and a little bit:
‘A l’instar de son aîné, Caius Antonius sait se montrer délicieux. Il est cultivé, intelligent, plein d’esprit, gracieux, amiable. Surtout, il appartient à la même génération que Brutus, au même milieu. Depuis le départ de Cassius pour l’Orient, il y à quatre mois, Marcus a vécu avec des hommes dont il pourrait être le père, ou avec les soldats, des bas officiers plus âgés mais qui ne sont pas de son monde.’
and also
‘En juin, Cassius a enlevé Laodicée et définitivement défait les forces de Dolabella. Jugeant les autres à sq propre mesur, le beau Publius Cornelius s'est souvenu de ce qu'il avait fait subir à Trebonius…Cassius passant pour un homme violent et rancunier, pour un ami fidèle aussi, Dolabella s'est dit qu'il allait payer la mort horrible de l'ancien gouverneur.’
Brutus: Assassin par idéal, Anne Berner
actually it’s mostly about how my entire playlist for the road leading up to Philippi (after both Brutus and Cassius leave Rome after the assassination of Caesar) is Bastille’s Bad Blood album on repeat. I want their relationship to get messy. There’s another version of this scene that gets a lot more teeth to the subtext of the conversation, but I wanted to play around with it first before committing to like. room layouts. there was originally a couple of transitional panels before the last 2 because I wanted Brutus to really chew on this thought he has, but augh. stairs. didn’t feel like drawing those.
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I am of course hugely fond of the crew bonding into a stronger community and embracing Izzy as one of them. Love that they are demonstrating their conflict resolution skills and mutual support, and love even more that they do the main foundational work in the absence of the captains - first during the breakup boat era with the trauma bonding and saving Izzy's life in direct defiance of Edward, and then resolving their divides and trust issues after chasing off Edward (and by extension Stede) in 2x04.
It is SO good to see them becoming a unified front who can push back against the bosses (especially since per comedy rules Stede & Edward are probably not going to stop being self-centered no matter how democratic the ship gets 😆).
But I will say it's still very funny when people give them credit for overcoming their strong negative feelings for Izzy, because like...
I don't think those were really a factor, guys 🤣🤣🤣
The show has thrown a bit of a complication into my theory of socially acceptable mutiny in S2 (which I will probably look at more once the season wraps up), but that's mostly because the rules of "how piracy functions" are not a priority for canon to establish. I'm threading together jokes into a watsonian social system because that's fun for me. 🤷♀️ So even though my particular explanation is going to have to adapt, the underlying joke still rings true - the mutiny against Izzy is a disproportionately violent response to what he's doing.
Or to put it another way... Yeah, they try to murder him because they don't want to work for him (or, as several of them say, for Black Pete 😆), but it's not really anything personal. Just business.
Meaning that once he's removed from captaincy, he's back to just being a coworker who's kind of a dick. They're not friends leaving S1, but they probably don't hate him?
(Also like the Navy Plot is a lot of things but it was not a reckless endangering of the crew.)
Plus in Izzy's mind, the vast majority of his side of the conflict in S1 is rooted in either 1) Edward leaving him in an ambiguous position of non-authority by refraining from acting as Captain of the ship despite the fact everyone thinks Edward has captured them until 1x07 at least, or 2) Izzy's fairly reasonable belief that all of these guys are going to die when Stede does and are particularly stupid prisoners, not fellow crew.
Both of those problems resolve completely by 1x10. Which in retrospect probably explains a lot of the apparent Izzy-crew relationship shift between S1 and S2 for anyone still not quite clicking on that front.
(Seriously, if you like Izzy in S2 but don't get what changed from S1, try watching S1 again with the things they've made canon about his personality in mind - being in love with Edward, etc. There was a coherent subtext and it's very fun to watch.)
It's really not surprising at all that lingering animosity with Izzy isn't a problem after his short lived time in charge 🤷♀️ or that he gets folded into the union. After everything they've been through with Edward they feel he's not on Management's side, and he does advocate for the crew once they are, you know, actually crew.
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he swore to everyone, his friends, his mom. fuck, he knew how pathetic it was, how pathetic he was.
he swore he was over you.
sunghoon isn’t the type to be so torn, so reactive, but he swears to god that you had put some sort of spell on him. every single time he thinks about you, no matter bad or good it only ever produces one outcome.
hard.
he fucking hates it, cause yeah, you guys are technically broken up, but he can’t help it.
he lays in bed, like many nights before he’s thinking of you. he’s trying, really trying. the smell of your hair was faint on his sheets, and he inhaled deeply. taking in the remnants of what was left and what he so stupidly let go. god forbid he wash these sheets, because why would he? they smelt like home and he didn’t want to lose that, because he already lost the most important thing to him.
he fucking missed you. your warmth, your touch, you. all the pent-up emotions rushed through his body and into his cock. slowly, his hand made its way a top of the bulge, and he palmed himself as small gasps escaped his mouth. the feeling of fabric and his hand didn’t compare. he felt miserable without proper friction, and it was so shameful to be this worked up about you when things had ended.
his hand grabs harshly at his length, all stiff for what? you? you weren’t even there and it’s like he was insane. he felt angry at himself. he should be sad, not fucking horny. sunghoon doesn’t know what to do; to cry, or to jerk off. he imagines he must look so desperate, thrusting up against his palm even if his heart aches with sadness. all he can think of is you, he knows it’s disgusting. that when he thinks of you even if he’s sad; his stupid dick reacts.
he wants to pull it out and fuck up into his fist even if he knows it’s not as good as the real thing, but he can’t bring himself to. at least he tries. the way he palms himself is almost as painful as it is pleasurable. too bad his desires fuel him just as much as your love did, he feels it overtake his senses. fuck, he slides a hand down the waistband of his pants and grabs at the girth. he feels the heat pulse through, and his need to be satiated pulled him in. he hated it.
rolling down the top of his pants, his hard length stood straight looking back at him. his hand grabs at it, and he inspects how the tip is already dripping with precum. he scoffs under his breath, and he lets out a long exhale. if you saw him in this state, you’d laugh in his face.
still, he thrusts into his fist. his slick lubricating it allowing movement. oh, how he wished it was your hand or your cunt. Pumping into his fist he sees the red angry head of his cock glistening with arousal. thoughts of his ex-lover flood his brain as he speeds up his pace. his legs are shaking from rutting his of his hips, and his hand is wet with the juices he secreted. so many pictures of you flew past in his memories as he tried to remember how you looked beneath him. it scared him, that he couldn’t remember. has it been that long? his breath is labored, and his lip quivers. your name leaves his mouth in sorrowful symphonies.
his orgasm bubbles so deliciously as his hand is now doing all the work, with two pumps he feels it rise— then he stops. his body jolts, and dissatisfied moans escape his throat, this is what he does. he fucking ruins it for himself all the time.
just like he ruined is last relationship.
sunghoon gets up from his bed and grabs it from his nightstand. a pair of pretty lace panties. it was his damn kryptonite, the material was already stained with his own from many nights before. he refused to wash it even though he should’ve. but you, its original owner had to have left something on it, although it’s all probably masked by the hardened cum.
he really tried to stop using it, and tried to make that promise to himself. getting rid of these used and abused panties would’ve been the first step of him breaking things off. he doesn’t want to let go. not yet.
still, the fabric is now far too rough to wrap around his dick, of course at the fault of his own. so he lays the underwear out on his bed, and he wraps his long slender fingers around his girth pumping back into in fist, chasing what he lost.
he’s sensitive, and could burst any second. though he wants to drag this experience out, to him it’s the only way he can reunite with you. this is how he relives the heartbreak. it’s his catharsis.
standing over the bed with the tiny lace in front of him, he’s fucking losing it. in times like this, which happens so often in the night; is when he breaks.
with red eyes, hot salty tears burn his cheek as he moans, and it’s all a painful sight. the hurt he feels from losing you, and the hurt his cock feels from using it to its limit. all of the heat pools, and his tip is now pulsing, and more sensitive. the veins are prominent, and his body is screaming for a release. sweat collected on his forehead, and the tears fell faster. he can’t tell if it’s from the pain of edging for so long or the ache in his heart.
with merely two pumps, his release spews. white ropes shoot out onto the panties and past them onto his sheets. it’s painful, overwhelming, and what he subjected himself to. his high cascades down slowly, to the point where his body trembles along. he sobs with each twitch in is cock, and the pleasure starts to leave him alone with his mere emotions of misery.
sunghoon flops onto the bed, disregarding the messy situation. it took so much out of him, but he was so pitiful. with no one there to hold him, he wrapped his arms around himself, snaking around them to pat his own shoulders. oh how he wanted to feel the warmth of a body, how he wished they were yours.
your love had left him like this, obsessed, and so unable to move on. he had lamented for so long.
maybe…
he’ll give you a call to beg for another chance.
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