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grand-master-theronmancer · 8 months

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"You are going to learn your lesson, young man. One way or another."

Jace's voice was stern as he tightened the ropes bound in an intricate pattern around Theron's tense, flushed body, holding him up to the headboard of Jace's massive bed. His aching, dribbling cock throbbed in time with the way his son's twitched, trying desperately to get contact, friction, but he was securely held, shaft straight out in the air, nothing capable of stimulating it. Jace sighed.

"Theron, this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you."

Theron growled under his breath, squirming. Bullshit. It already was hurting him more than Jace, as far as he was concerned-- his skin burned with unsated lust, his legs and the backs of his thighs with stinging welts and blisters left behind by Jace's belt-- the first time he'd used that instead of his dry fingers to make his point about punishment not being for fun-- and his ass inside and out: outside from the whipping he'd gotten earlier, when he was first tied up in this humiliating position, legs stretched and spread, feet toward the ceiling and thighs to his chest as he sat up, able to look over the leaking tip of himself but completely incapable of moving. Inside, whatever thing Jace had stuck up him this time to keep him from clenching or rocking on it was lighting his already raw insides on fire.

He'd been in this ordeal for hours, since his latest fling had been kicked out: overnight in Jace's room, on his bed, tied up, and the next day cleaned out with awful, stinging meds and gallons of water forced into him, his body unable to hold them in without a plug.

"Have to get all the bad stuff out of you for this one, sport." Theron had squirmed in place, stomach roiling with cramps and begging, pleading with tears in his eyes to be allowed to release as Jace stroked his sides and stomach. "Shhhh. Should've thought about that before you brought home another little slut, huh, buddy?"

Between fillings with water that made him look pregnant, and injections of glycerin... up there, that made his guts try to turn themselves inside out, he had progressed from using his pain tolerance techniques, to whimpering and whining, to sobbing openly onto Jace's shoulder, terrified of what his body was doing without his control, yelping and babbling as he felt the syringe at his entrance. He nearly threw up.

"Please Dad no please not the glycerin please please please don't it's gonna hurt don't make it hurt Dad please oh fuck I'm sorry please please--!!"

"Shhhhh." Jace swept his big, warm hand up and down Theron's back. "Yep, it's gonna hurt and you're gonna cry, but you have to learn. You have to learn. Let it in." He'd choked on another sob, short of breath, hyperventilating in between wracking cramps. Jace waited until he relaxed just the tiniest bit, stopped clenching just a little, before cooing praise into his ear. He kept injecting it into him, kept making his insides try to become outsides, shushing him and rubbing his back even as his thumb moved on the plunger to make the pain worse and worse and worse.

He didn't even get a break while his body was resting between the rounds of soapy hot water and cleansing tablets and stinging glycerin being pumped into him. Jace had been working up all day, from spanking him by hand to paddling his ass with a brush and finally whipping him all the way down his thighs with the belt. Theron knew he was going to be black and blue from the waist down by tonight, and that it would last for weeks, but there was nothing he could do or say to make it stop.

Well. Almost nothing. But if he was going to be good, good for Jace, he couldn't do that.

"Alright, champ. You're all cleaned out, looks like you're ready." Jace slid his huge thumb into Theron's abused ass, wrapped in a rough washcloth to catch the last little drips of water. As he drew it away Theron could've sworn it was streaked pink with a little fresh blood. "How you feeling?"

He gave a soft, broken sob.

"Poor thing. Sounds like you're ready too. Just one more thing." He pulled a strange, knobby thing from somewhere, along with a tie-on jockstrap. "This is a special herb to help you learn not to clench that ass, son. If you can hold it in until I tell you it's okay, then it goes in the trash can. If it comes out of you, it's getting coated in pepper powder before it goes back up that ass for the rest of the night. Understand?" He nodded weakly. "So I'm helping you out by strapping it into you. What do you say?"

"Th-thanks Dad," he nearly choked. He was terrified, he was sure his body couldn't take anymore. Jace hummed approvingly as he lined the thing-- some kind of peeled stem or stalk?-- up with Theron's ass.

"Ask me for it," he coaxed.

"P-please... please... put it inside me D... D-Daddy," he whimpered, head leaned back. He couldn't bear to look at it. Jace chuckled.

"That's my boy. You're taking this punishment so well. I'm so proud." As the thing speared him inside-- neither the water tube nor the syringe had stretched him, and it was massive, the width of three of Jace's fingers-- he groaned long and low on his throat. It stung him inside, in all the irritated places rubbed raw by everything coming out of him. When his body, on instinct, clenched down on it to try and keep it from hurting him any deeper inside, the pain exploded, ricocheting through his whole body. It felt like his insides had been replaced by molten lava. He gasped in half a breath, almost choking on it, and howled in pain.

"Take it out-- please Dad take it out get it out of me please fuck I'll be good just get it out of me get it out get it out PLEASE---"

Jace pulled it out a few inches, only for the stability to smack his sore ass with his other hand. Theron sobbed.

"I know it hurts, buddy. You can't be screaming like that now though, your friend's almost here. Now. I'm gonna finish pushing this up your bottom, and you're gonna relax and take it like the little trooper I know you are. Okay?"

"O-okay..." he whimpered, tearing up. He could feel every single bump and ridge of the thing, and there were a lot. Jace pushed the last few inches in, and followed them with his massive thumb, forcing the base of it fully inside Theron and then another three or four inches further still. His free hand was wrapped around his son's shoulders and he squeezed gently as Theron bucked against the ropes and keened. "There you go. Good job, kiddo, hard part's over. Here comes the plug." Another huge width at his entrance. He arched his back. "Relax that ass, buddy. Open up down there or remember what I'll have to do?" He shuddered and forced himself to allow the invasion, wider than Jace, even. He could swear he felt blood trickling. Cold sweat beaded on his trembling body. Jace tied the jockstrap on tight, leaving irritated furrows in Theron's skin. It ran right between his cheeks and held the plug inside. Jace finally stepped back and admired his handiwork.

"Mm, yep. I think you're ready, champ. Let's start your punishment." He smirked at Theron's confused, terrified expression. "Oh no, this was just getting you ready. Now it's time for the part that's really gonna hurt you. Remember, I'm doing this because I love you, baby boy. I love you too much to let you keep bringing these little sluts home. You understand?"

"Y... yes Dad?" he quavered. It was the first time his voice actually shook. Jace nodded.

"Just as long as we're clear." He opened the door. "Jonas! come on in. All ready for you."

Theron stared-- he couldn't help it. Confusion and humiliation mixed, freezing him from the inside out, replaced by a hot prickly wash of shame. But Balkar was barely looking at him; he glanced over, looked Theron up and down, gave a little smirk, but he seemed to have eyes only for Jace as the older man led him gently to the foot of the bed. Right in front of Theron. He eased Jonas down on his back, kissing down from his jaw, along his chest...

"You're so pretty, you know that? This is gonna do him a lot of good, to see how it's really done." His hands rocked Jonas back, lifting his hips, the way he'd always done to get Theron lined up... he tried to turn his stinging eyes away.

"You watch, young man." His voice was a dangerous growl that Theron had never heard directed at him before. "If I see you looking away we're stopping and I will paddle that ass til you can't breathe. You understand?" He sounded like his anger was barely restrained, like if he'd had the paddle in hand Theron would already be getting more licks.

"Ye-es," he stammered, face crimson, terror shamefully clear in his voice. Jonas smirked up at him from under his father-- from where he should be.

"Yes what, sport?"

"...yes, Dad," he ground out.

"Now. I didn't want to fuck your best friend in front of you. But like I said, Jonas-- Theron has been really acting out lately. And he's really left me no choice, isn't that right Theron?"

"...yes Dad," he murmured. It was starting to sink in, what he's about to see. What Jace is about to make him watch. His eyes settle on the small space between their bodies, framed by his bruising legs and hard, twitching, untouched shaft. On his father's hands, fingers slick with lube, slowly stretching Jonas, getting him ready so gently-- like his dad had always done with him. Jonas moaned softly, arching his back.

"I know, they're pretty big for just fingers, huh, kiddo? But you're doing so good. Aw, now look at that, sweetheart..." Sweetheart?! Jace never called him that…

"...you've already got two of Daddy's fingers in you. Yeah, you're being such a good boy for Daddy." A lump started forming in Theron's already choked throat as Jace's hand wrapped around Jonas' cock, his thumb rubbing gently up and down his slit, spreading it as if he was trying to sound him with it, the way that always drove Theron wild.

"You ready to let me fuck you, baby boy?" Jonas looked up at him, doe eyed, flushed, and nodded.

"Good boy. Alright, kiddo, here I come... this is just Daddy's head at first. It might stretch this tight little bottom of yours out juuuust a little bit, and you might feel... kinda funny. But you can tell me if it hurts and we'll go back to my fingers until you're ready, okay sweetie?" Another silent, adoring nod from Jonas, punctuated by a moan. Theron wanted to smack him. But bigger than the anger, swallowing it, even dwarfing the humiliation, was a huge black chasm, cold and impenetrably dark. It ached inside-- like a loss. Like grief at a funeral. It felt like it might tear him in two.

As Jace slid slowly into his best friend, squeezing his cock, softly kissing back up to his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth for a deep kiss, Theron felt something starting to crack inside him, a hairline at first, but with every thrust, the cracks got bigger, as if he was made of thin ice.

"Mmmh... you're so tight, baby boy... must not get fucked very often..."

"N-no Daddy--" Something deeper-down in Theron began to shatter.

"Maybe we'll have to fix that, hm?"

Jace was pounding into Jonas, holding him still, stabilizing him-- the same places he always rested his hands when he and Theron made love-- had he ever called it that before, even to himself? His chest felt tight, his eyes felt sore and swam with tears that he hadn't even realized were welling up.

"I'm pretty close, kiddo. You ready for Daddy to put a baby in you?"

"Yes D---"

"Leth." Their safeword. Neither of them had ever used it before. He didn't even know if this qualified; and it was out of his mouth, barely intelligible through a stifled sob, before he could even think about it. "Leth!"

Jonas lay back immediately, hands up. Jace stood and quickly helped him to his feet. "You good?"

“Yeah,” Jonas said, then “Theron?” Jace was already cutting the ropes with his pocket knife.

“Towels are in the closet at the end of the hall. We’ll need ice and warm water,” Jace ordered.

“Yessir!”

The last rope holding him up fell away, followed by the straps of the jockstrap being cut and snapping off as a towel was stuffed under his hips. He was trying to hold himself together, and it was taking up all the energy he would normally use to complain. He clenched down, remembering Jace's warning, and heard the older man suck in his breath.

"It's okay, baby. You can get it out now, it's over. We're gonna get it out..." Jace eased himself against Theron on one side, his son half in his lap, wrapped his fingers around the base of the plug and then pressed gently down on his belly with his other hand, helping him to push out the plug and the stem--thing inside him. Both were quickly pulled away, wrapped in the towel, thrown aside into the floor. He felt like he'd been rasped out inside, like a juiced orange. Everything raw and aching and nothing left inside of him but pain.

He curled into Jace's chest without another word as soon as he had the bundled up towel off the bed and the ropes cleared away.

“You’re alright, Theron. Everything is going to be okay,” Jace said, stroking Theron’s back soothingly. Jonas came back with a cup of ice precariously balanced in the same hand as a glass of water and a couple of towels tucked under his other arm.

“I wasn’t sure how many…” he trailed off. Jace took the water, wetting the cloth and wiping Theron down. Jonas knelt by the edge of the bed.

“Here, suck on this,” Jonas guided an ice cube into Theron’s mouth. Theron gave him a suspicious look, but the ice was grounding.

“You did fine, kiddo. My brave little boy,” Jace ran a worried hand through Theron’s hair. Jonas gave Jace a dubious look and met Theron’s eyes with a shrug.

“Y’all are fucking weird,” Jonas blurted out, “I know I agreed to that bullshit ‘daddy’ roleplay, but this shit is creepy, man.” Theron nearly choked as a half-laugh/half-sob tore from his throat. Jace raised an eyebrow at Jonas.

“N-not that I’m insulting you or anything, Commander, sir, but it’s weird.”

“Dad,” Theron croaked, “Daddy, I want my clothes.” Jace swallowed, nodded, and left the room.

“I promise, Theron, I’m not trying to take him from you. It was just pretend. I’m here-“ he broke off for a moment, “I’m here for you.”

“For me,” Theron repeated, feeling like a dumb little kid.

“You’re my best friend-“ Jonas said and he probably would have said more had Theron not leaned up and kissed him.

“Mphf-“

“You’re going to let me fuck you. And you don’t get to come until after I do,” Theron whispered in his ear, “It’s only fair.” He patted the bed next to him for Jonas to get on. Jonas was flushed from head to toe as he climbed over Theron.

“Lay down on your stomach.” Theron still was way too hard to ignore. Jonas obeyed his firm instructions and Theron felt a thrill of power at being able to make him submit- even if it was from guilt. Theron moaned when he entered Jonas’s hole and Jace was right, he was really tight. His muscles practically milked Theron’s cock for him and-

“I couldn’t find your jacket-“ Jace started, coming back in. Theron met his eyes, giving another solid thrust that made Jonas moan. Jace licked his lips as he watched.

“Feeling better?” He asked, a twinge of both lust and hope in his voice.

“You don’t get any,” Theron said firmly, “Sit down.” Jace opened his mouth to protest but Theron thrust in a way to make Jonas moan again.

“Theron, please,” Jonas begged.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost there,” Theron soothed. Jace looked wrecked, his erection leaking pre-cum. Theron gave a few more quick thrusts as he nibbled on Jonas’s neck.

“Jace,” Theron moaned as he came. The expression of pure bliss, coupled with the lewd moan of his name had Jace coming, despite never once touching himself. Jonas was humping the bed firmly, his hole milking the final pumps of cum from Theron’s cock.

Once Jonas was satisfied, he rolled over, leaning against Theron’s chest. Jace took a step towards them.

“You’re staying in the other room tonight,” Theron said, “I’ve learned my lesson, but you still need to learn yours. I’m not having sex with you for a week. It will get longer if you go to her.”

#star wars #swtor #theron shan #jace malcom #jonas balkar #jace/theron #theron/jonas #tw incest #smut #swtor fanfiction

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aviculor · 9 months

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I really liked the Venture Bros movie.

The long-standing implication that Jonas sr. seduced Blue Morpho's wife to sire Malcom was finally disproven. Malcolm was one of the Rusty clones, fortified with baboon DNA to prevent premature balding. So for all the shit Jonas did, he didn't do that.

#venture bros

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fannishcodex · 9 months

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I’m reminded that I had a nice dream a few months ago of new Venture Brothers telling a great story revealing what is up with the Monarch/Malcom/Blue Morpho II, Rusty, Don/Blue Morpho I, Mrs. Fitzcarraldo, and Jonas Venture Sr., like revealing their whole messed-up family deal (the plane crash, what exactly happened, is Monarch remembering anything right or has he subconsciously been suppressing a lot of real memories because they were very traumatic while he was very young, was Jonas possibly more involved/complicit in the crash than we realize, was Mrs. Fitzcarraldo a vigilante too because she seemed to be wearing a Blue Morpho-themed outfit too, how much does Rusty actually remember too, etc.) and exploring it. And tbh I think it can happen. Either way, looking forward to new VB.

#venture brothers #venture bros #the venture bros #the venture brothers

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birues · 4 months

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may I have some “theron: i don't trust like that” for the wip roundup pls 🫶

Oh this one is delightful! Thank you beloved 💜💜💜 Theron gets his first debriefing from Jonas Balkar about this new strange owner of Nar Shaddaa's Sith cult. takes place right after act 1. My man had no idea what fate had in store for him 😭

Theron takes a sip from his caf. “An extraction operation then.”

Jonas shoots a lopsided smile. “Well, that was the plan, but it might’ve gotten a lot harder. Or easier. We don’t know yet. When you were away, the cult changed hands. And the first thing the new owner did was…renovation.” Jonas points at him with the pen Theron just threw at him. “Yeah, close your jaw. I didn’t think one of their own would get him sooner than we would either.”

Theron’s face hardens. This is either incredibly good news or a total mess. No wonder even Jonas is tense as if he’s riding a hammerhead into the minefield.

“Who is the new owner?”

His fellow agent abruptly stands up. “Now this is the interesting part.”

He projects a figure to the holo, clearly taken from a public speech. The figure’s arm is reaching, like a promise. Their style is made up of a mixture of robes and expensive-looking armor. Black, dark purple. The skull mask follows suit, is it taken from a real creature? Their upper arms are bare and donned with geometric tattoos, the green hue of their skin clearly shows in the holo. A Mirialan.

“This is our gal,” Jonas announces with all the gaudiness of a reality show presenter. “The current owner of the Cult. They call her the Great Healer. She’s even changed the Cult’s name accordingly.”

Theron puts out a dry snort. “She looks more like someone who would unleash great diseases, not otherwise.”

Jonas shrugs. “It certainly sells better than ‘Screaming Blade’. Cozier. Eh, people ought to call you that when you clean up the most obnoxious plague that scorched the Nar Shaddaa refugee sector for years. No matter how much you look like you’re the embodiment of terror.”

He raises a brow, that’s no small deed.. but… “I doubt she did it because of the goodness of her heart. What do we know about her? Must be a big shot if she managed to dethrone a rooted parasite like Paladius. ”

“Well,” Jonas drawls, “Not exactly. She was just an apprentice.”

“An apprentice took down Paladius?!”

“Wait until you hear other things she is involved. Remember Nomar Organa? House Organa’s precious Jedi Master? They have confirmed it was her who killed him. Colonel Malcom declared her as a high-priority target the next day.”

Theron blinks. “You’re saying this apprentice has not only killed an established Sith Lord, but also an experienced Jedi Master?”

Jonas doesn’t seem fazed at all. Theron bets on his next R&R time, the asshole even enjoys witnessing him being completely dumbstruck. “If it makes you feel any better, she isn’t an apprentice anymore, those were old news. Intel says she retired her master permanently and took her place.” He wiggles his fingers through holo. “With Kallig’s body count, Darth Zash should’ve seen it coming from parsecs away.”

“Kallig?” that name sounds familiar. “That’s her name?”

“She only took the name recently. I asked the Jedi. There was actually a Lord Kallig during Tulak Hord’s time. Our Kallig Jr. claims to be his descendant. There’s no way to know for sure, of course, other than the glaring fact that she is insanely powerful… It doesn’t matter, even if she isn’t related to Kallig, she has claimed his name.”

#swtor #kallig/theron #mcshady tag #jonas had a good fucking laugh when he heard they were dating #but yeah. sith. he doesn't trust like that <33

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yranigami · 5 months

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After finding Luke Cage a month ago, I finally got around to shooting my first photo of the classic duo!

HEROES FOR HIRE

2025 -Disney +

Plot: An unlikely alliance is forged between a reluctant teen executive from Manhattan and a disadvantaged youth from Harlem in this Marvel coming of age drama set in mid-seventies New York.

Brady Hepner as Danny Rand

Jharrel Jerome as Luke Cage

Vince Vaugh - Joseph Maggia

Malcom McDowell as Jonas Harrow

Ice Cube as Leroy Tallon

#toy photography #toystagram #toy galaxy #action figures #toys #yranigami marvel #marvel legends #power man and iron fist #iron fist #luke cage #heroes for hire

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saphrxn · 9 months

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there was a line that I thought was just a bit joke but rusty said or implied that the rusty venture cartoon was a nicer version of events and w Malcom being rusty clone number 22, how many of Jonas' adventures w the og team venture ended w rusty fucking dying ?!? Oh my god??!?

but at least Mrs fitzcarraldo didn't cheat, Jonas' just gave them a clone. Handing them out like party favors

#jonas is a dick fr #alex watches #spoilers #the venture bros

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theredtours · 1 year

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Jingle Belle

With her hit album Red making her holidays bright, superstar Taylor Swift is looking at love--and fame--from both sides now By Shawna Malcom | Parade Magazine | November 25, 2012

"Need a shirt with my face on it? Taylor Swift is doing some Saturday afternoon shopping when she spots the tee, a cherry-red number that immediately takes her back to a much simpler time. "That's from, like, my 2006 tour," she says, running her fingers over its gently worn cotton. "That's... awesome."

The 22-year-old superstar loves pretty much everything about this particular Nashville shop, which sells vintage clothing, musical instruments, and a quirky curated selection of knickknacks out of a house with a wraparound porch where customers can take a break from browsing to sit for a spell. And with Christmas approaching, it seems like a promising place to start looking for presents. "I like to give gifts that remind people I know them," she says. "[Things] that I have a specific reason for giving them. I start thinking about it really far in advance."

In the back room, two men's sweaters catch her eye. "This would be baggy," Swift says, holding up a cream, cable-knit V-neck--but she doesn't seem to be shopping for a guy. "I'd wear it kind of off the shoulder."

Who says a girl can't holiday-gift herself? She certainly deserves it. Swift's fourth album, Red, is a blockbuster that moved more than 1 million copies in its first week, just as her 2010 album, Speak Now, did, making her the first female artist in Nielsen SoundScan history to hit that staggering mark more than once. Released last month, the boldly personal Red earned the six-time Grammy winner some of her best reviews yet, thanks to its lyrical maturity and ambitious forays into everything from earworm pop ("We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together") to U2-esque arena rock ("State of Grace"). Swift is no longer the wide-eyed country cutie pictured on that 2006 tour T-shirt; she's a savvy young woman who sees no reason to be boxed into any genre. "You have to force yourself," she says, "to evolve."

And how. The onetime outsider--a songwriting savant bullied by mean girls in junior high and overlooked by the guys she crushed on--has evolved into the ultimate insider, an entertainer Forbes ranks as the highest-paid celeb under 30 this year, with earnings of $57 million. She has more than 20 million Twitter followers, CoverGirl endorsed beauty, A-list BFFs (Emma Stone and Selena Gomez), and a couple hit movies (Valentine's Day and Dr. Seuss' The Lorax), and a growing list of high-profile ex boyfriends (including actors Taylor Lautner and Jake Gyllenhaal, musicians Joe Jonas and John Mayer, and, as breathlessly documented in the tabloids earlier this year, Robert F. Kennedy Jr.'s 18-year-old son, Conor). A performer who takes pride in being a role model, she will be honored next month by the Robert F. Kennedy Center for Justice & Human Rights for her commitment to social change, including advocacy against bullying and support for arts education and disaster relief.

So why can't Swift shake the fear that she'll somehow mess it all up? "I'm scared of this whole thing backfiring," she says. "Or chewing me up and spitting me out, and all of a sudden, I don't love it anymore."

She worries so much that, naturally, she wrote a song about it. "The Lucky One," a track from Red, tells the story of a performer that decides to walk away from stardom ("Chose the Rose Garden over Madison Square"). If someday it all gets to be too much, could Swift do the same? She doesn't have an answer for that, but she does know she puts "a crazy amount of pressure" on herself to keep topping her achievements. "My head's never really quiet," she says. "The only time I can get it to turn off is if I watch CSI or Law & Order, where I have to follow the crime. If I can't turn my head off during that, I know I've really got a problem."

"Nobody puts more pressure on Taylor than Taylor herself--in a good way," says Liz Rose, who has cowritten a number of songs with Swift, including the Grammy-winning "White Horse" and "All Too Well" from Red. "As amazing as she is now, she was that amazing at 14," Rose adds. "She's just a force. There are emotions you don't feel at 14 that you feel at 22, and her lyrics have grown with her."

Despite writing about it so prolifically, Swift claims not to know much about love. "I tend to think things are love and then look back and reevaluate," she says. How many times has she been in love? "I know how many people I've said 'I love you' to," she says. "I could probably count it up, but I don't feel like it.

"Part of me feels you can't say you were truly in love if it didn't last," she adds. "If I end up getting married and having kids, that's when I'll know it's real--because it lasted."

Trying to figure out which of Swift's songs are about which of her relationships has become a pop culture pastime. "When the guessing game starts, it's really funny," says the star, who always declines to name names (although Gyllenhaal is widely believed to be Red's central, fiery inspiration). "It's like, off to the races! I sit back and laugh and think, 'They'll never know.'"

Speculation aside, Swift's songs confirm that she has repeatedly felt burned. Blame it on the bad boys she often seems drawn to. "There's a really interesting charisma involved," she says of the allure. "They usually have a lot to say, and even if they don't, they know how to look at you and say it all. I think every girl's dream is to find a bad boy at the right time, when he wants to not be bad anymore."

She's the first to admit that her romances tend to develop--and end--rather swiftly. "I don't think there's an option for me to fall in love slowly, or at a medium speed. I either do or I don't," says the chart topper, who calculates that her longest relationship to date lasted six months. "I don't think it through, really, which is a good thing and a bad thing. You don't look before you leap, which is like, 'Yay, this is awesome! Let's not think twice!' And then you're like, 'We used to be flying. Now we're falling. What's happening?'" It comes with the territory when life moves as fast as it does for her, she adds. "I'm never in the same place for more than, like, three days at a time. Things can change from one minute to the next."

Not everything happens at warp speed though: "I don't get over people fast," she says. Nor does she expect to settle down anytime soon. "People think I want to get married really young--I don't know why. I'm a romantic person, but that doesn't mean I want to miss out on being in my 20s."

That includes making time for fun and snacks while writing songs. According to British musician Ed Sheeran, who cowrote Red's "Everything Has Changed" with Swift, a trampoline was central to the creative process. "We would take breaks in between lines of the song to bounce around and think of more ideas," he recalls. "Afterward she baked an apple pie. It was wicked."

For the most part, Swift has handled her first six years in the spotlight with a preternatural grace. In August, though, she hit a rare public relations speed bump--that Kennedy wedding incident, which she won't discuss ("It's been talked about enough")--and while she claims she doesn't read gossip about herself, she's now all too aware that everyone else does. "I don't know necessarily how much privacy I'm entitled to," she says when asked about the difficulty of living in the public eye, "but I know I don't get much of it. At the same time, I asked for this. I could be playing in a coffeehouse--I'd be happy doing that, [but] not as happy, probably. Knowing that people are going to hear the music I make is the most amazing feeling. Knowing that there are dudes waiting outside my house with cameras, hiding in bushes, is a less awesome feeling."

No one would accuse Swift, whose parents moved the family from Wyomissing, Pa., to Nashville when she was 14 so she could pursue a music career, of being ungrateful for her success. The loss of privacy, she notes, is "a small price to pay for getting to play stadiums." Still, there are days when she'd rather not deal with all that being Taylor Swift now entails. She travels with one or two security guards at all times because, as she puts it, "I have some crazies that are after me." As a result, she can't remember the last time she went anywhere by herself.

"I have some days where I get frustrated," she admits. "I kind of give myself this pep talk, like, 'Are you in the mood for lots of social situations and pictures? If the answer's no, stay inside.'"

Sometimes, just hanging at home with a little Chinese food and some crime-solving TV is exactly what she needs. "It's just like this sense of"--she exhales deeply--"no one is watching me, no one is asking me anything. It's calming."

Maybe one of these days Swift will get around to taking an extended break--although the mere thought turns the volume in her head up to 11. "If I took a break, would I stop writing songs so much?" she wonders.

Or maybe she'd wind up having even more to write about. Who knows? She doesn't--not yet. "I have so much to learn about life," she says. "I know nothing compared to what I'm going to know someday."

#ts #article #text

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