so ive been looking for a specific photo of ryan bergara for months now, im starting to feel like i made it up or mistook it for someone else, the photo is a photo of ryan sitting on a toilet looking at the camera with a thumbs up nd like, a newspaper/magazine, its from the mustache era im pretty sure, but my pinterest page refreshed b4 i could save it. IF YOU HAVE THIS PHOTO PLEASE SEND IT TO ME BECAUSE ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY AND MECORE
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Roman didnât relent. His could feel his anger grasping, clawing at his throat. If he didnât care for you so fucking much, heâd take you to the docks right fucking now.
He tightened his arm around you as he walked, half carried you to car. Once close to it, he grabbed the door handle and practically tore open the door. He stopped beside the door. âDonât make me throw you in.â
You twisted and huffed, narrowing your eyes at Roman. He was tempted to push you in as you straightened your dress, but he enjoyed the view as you climbed into the back seat. The driver came around, his face dropped seeing he was too late.
âJust drive around Gotham for an hour, no stops.â His stomach tightened. He knew exactly how he would punish you for how you acted this morning. The idea alone began to arouse him. âOnly then return to the penthouse.â He continued. âBut just park the rolls. You can head on in. We will at our own time.â
âEverything alright sir?â
âWomen drive one crazy.â
âThatâs why I am still single.â
Roman, didnât need the commentary. He sighed. âWell, thatâs why I was for so long.â
The man shrugged.
Roman reached into his pocket and took out his phone.
ToZsasz: Clean up Jarodâs at 5th & 11th.
Zsasz: Thought he was a new ally.
ToZsasz: Nah. Was a spoiled brat. Ask his men if they want a new boss. If not clean them up too.
Zsasz: Alright Boss.
He turned off his phone and slipped it back into pocket. Inhaling he finally climbed in after you.
âRomanâŚIâŚâ
He held up his hand, he was glad you knew to actually not push things further. He lift the arm rest, he eyed the buttons. He pushed the one for the partition.
The engine started and wheels began to roll as the partition went up.
He turned to you once it was up. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
âHe is a belittling little prick.â
âI donât bring you to my meeting, to fight my battles.â
âI couldnât sit there and just let him be a prick.â
He had to admit, he never thought youâd be like that and for him. Sure you two were exploring what it was like to be together but this? He liked it but didnât want it.
âI canât, nor do I want my girl fighting my battles. I had eliminate them.â
âWhat?â Your eyes grew.
He nodded. âWord can not circle what just went down.â
Your face fell.
He smirked and reaching over, he grabbed your chin, turning so you would look at him. A pang went through him despite his anger at how upset you looked. With how much, you loved him he had to remember you were not like anyone he usually was around.
âAs much as I am angry at what you did. It gave me excuse to end and not have to sit through the entire meeting.â He smirked. âI was going to kill him anyway. I didnât want that prick hanging around my crew or club.â
You beamed. âSee I just knew.â You gave him a weak smile, as he let go of you chin.
âYou need to be punished for what you did back there.â
âHuh, what? I was defending you.â
âAre you questioning me now?â
âWell, no well yes. Ok, I am.â
âYou have to learn, if I let you sit with me at a meeting. You donât react to them. If you feel the need to say something, perhaps later over drinks or something but not in front of the person. You are supposed to sit there and be my pretty girl.â
Your mouth opened and closed but you didnât say anything. âYou donât want me to say anything when it comes to your business,â He shrugged. âSo weâre even.â
âOh ok. I get it.â You slid him a look. âIâm sorry.â
âI believe you but ready for your punishment baby?â His tone finally softening.
âYes. I want you to know Iâm sorry I overstepped. I should have trusted you to handle it all.â
âExactly baby.â
He reached and took one you hands. He brought it over and placed it over his already hardening cock. Excitement coursed through him over what he was going to have you do.
âOh, Romy.â He pressed your hand tighter against him, the flush that filled your cheeks as you bit your bottom lip only made him harder.
He smirked, meeting your eyes. He sat a little straighter. âCome over and kneel in front of me.â
âOk, daddy.â
He stretched arms out on the back of the seat. âNow you are going to take me out and blow me till I feel like cumming.â He grabbed your hands to stop you for a moment. âAnd under no circumstances are you allowed to reach under that little skirt and touch yourself.â
âOk, daddy.â You whispered.
âAre we clear?â
You nodded. âYes, daddy.â
He placed them down in his lap before relaxing again.
The metallic rasp of his zipper filled the small space. He sighed, as he watched you free him from his slacks. âThatâs my girl.â He was not above praising you.
As you slowly took him in your mouth, he reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair. âI decided I would set a pace.â He smirked down at you as your eyes went up to his. âUnderstand?â
You managed a very garbled yes while blinking. He loved it. He loved seeing his cock was buried in your mouth.
He starter pulling you up and down now his length. He did not calm his breath or suppress the moans that you pulled from him. For moment, he pressed himself all the way in, he loved seeing how you choked, how your eyes watered. âThis will show you to be my quiet girl. Or I will have to stuff your mouth like this again.â
A deep sound came from you, it felt good. He slowly pulled you off him, allowing you to catch your breath. Your lips were growing puffy and pinker. Damn, you looked good.
âSorry daddy. I wonât interrupt your meetings again.â
âIâm happy to hear you are learning your lesson.â He reached down and with his free hand, and caressed your cheek. âSuch a good girl you are now. But your lesson is not over. Now open up.â With time he put both hands into the soft waves of your hair.
He kept you himself firmly in, tickling with delight the back of your throat making you choking around him till you calmed. Though this time, tears slid from your eyes. âMy beautiful girl.â
Slowly, at first he began to slide in and out of your mouth. He just easily rode your mouth, throwing his head back. Felt so damn good. As he picked up his pace, so did the beat of his heart.
âAlright, babyâ He slowly pulled himself free of your mouth. It gave himself a moment to collect himself. He didnât want to cum just yet.
As his fingers left you hair, he drew them down to your cheeks. âSuch a good girl. Making daddy feel so damn good.â He raised your face and let his thumbs brush the tears aside.
âTell daddy. How are you feeling?â
âGood daddy.â
âVery good.â
âSit up so daddy can feel.â He urged you. âAlright hold up your skirt for me.â Damn he loved that you were his. He gestured towards you, âNow open your legs for me.â He smirked watching you. A little shimmy here and there, and you were open just enough.
You let his gloved fingers graze the top of your panties. âThese are lovely.â He watched as your body responded to his touch, he grew even harder. He then let his fingers finally drift under your panties. A sound came from deep within him feeling how soaked you were, and incredibly soft and warm.
He moved his fingers along your little bud. He couldnât resist caressing you, teasing you, the sounds you made were divine. The way you twisted and arched, made him rub you just a touch more. He did love making you feel good.
As he pulled them back and free of your panties, he saw you tremble. âIf you are good girl, perhaps I will let you cum and daddyâs gloved hand. Would you like that?â
âYes, yes please.â You were breathless, as bit and sucked a little on your bottom lip.
He brought his gloved hand to this mouth, and licked at what of you that remained. He met your eyes, âYou taste wonderful.â
âThank you daddy.â
He moved back just so, then out his hands behind his head. âAlright baby now its your time. Use those wonderfully dainty hands lips and tongue on daddy.â He suddenly cupped your chin a second time. âI will also chose when I cum. So donât think you and quicken your pace or I will just sit here and ride your mouth.â
âAlright daddy.â
Sitting back, he relaxed once again. He loved seeing how you worked your hands and tongue on him. So damn good he mused.
It wasnât terribly later when the car pulled to a crawl then stop. You popped your head up and looked scared. âDaddy?â
âYouâre not done yet.â He smiled down at you. âThis just means weâre home.â
âBut..but?â
âWhat? I said we would come when we wanted.â
âOh?â
âThey probably will think weâre talking, possibly arguing or doing something better.â He winked at you.
âOk, daddy.â
Soon, you took him back into your mouth.
âYeah, maybe they know youâre blowing me back here. Showing you another good way to show that lovely mouth of yours.â The way your lips moved then as he spoke made his stomach clench, he let a moan pour from his lips. Damn he loved what his words could do you. âOr perhaps,â He continued he was getting close. âThey are imagining you in here riding me. That would be nice you wrapped around me another way, bouncing on me.â
He reached down then his fingers caressing your scalp. âYes, just like that daddy is getting close.â He swallowed and licked his lips. âYou better swallow all of me baby. I you better not let any of my cum stain my slacks.â
âYes, yes baby.â He pulled you down more fully on him. Then a louder, deeper moan surged through and out of his mouth as he finally let himself cum and he came hard. He trembled as he shot hard and deep down your throat. Panting, he melted against the back seat.
He barely registered it but loved how good you were. You cleaned him off and tucked him back into his slacks.
He licked his bottom lip and as he regained some of his composure, watching you sit back on your ankles. He zipped and buttoned his slacks back up. âMy good baby. Now tidied yourself up, once in there I have to make a few phone calls.â
There was a fire in your eyes. He smirked, he knew how you must be feeling. âIâll let you perch on my desk.â He looked. You up and down. âYou better take those panties off, or Iâll cut them off.â
Itâs as if the entire collective memory of PĂłliâs population was erased overnight. But even stranger, the city itself was in a state of disrepair and the plain that once displayed PĂłli like a shining jewel seemed to have sunk one-hundred or more feet from the surrounding landscape. Foundations crumbled, buildings tilted and collapsed, snow covered the streets; Our once-pristine metropolis sat in near-ruins as if uninhabited for decades.
The residents slowly spilled out of their dwellings, breaking third floor windows and scrambling down house-sized snow-mounds. They gathered in what was left of the cityâs main square, gazing at their surroundings in utter confusion.
Just as the residents seemed physically unaffected, (apart from the total lack of memory) the heads of state all eventually emerged as well, a similar look of despair and concern proved they too were in the dark.
The morning passed with little news, but as noon approached an alarm sounded and Mayor Portis emerged on a balcony above the plaza. His message was simple...
Our civilization was attacked. By what or whom; for what purpose and to what extent, he didnât know. There was no response from any other community, town or outpost. The city, perhaps the federation itself, had fallen, seemingly overnight, without resistance, or even awareness, but they would find answers.
A survey would be conducted. It will leave PĂłli tomorrow.
Iâm pretty much convinced that not only is John Brown not human (demon or angel would be my best guess), but he has made a contract with Queen Victoria.
Weâve talked about the Albert hand puppet quite a bit, and I truly do believe it serves the same purpose as what Sebastian offered to our earl in ch138 â make the contractor feel as though a dead loved-one has returned.
Our earl didnât fall for such an offer, but I think Victoria found it all too tempting to pass up. Sure, she still dresses in the black of mourning, talks about Albert in past-tense, and then breaks down crying. However, as soon as the puppet appears, she genuinely behaves as though she thinks Albert is there with her.
This is not simply a puppet; itâs a mind control device, a powerful tool to manipulate her feelings, thoughts, and actions. Sometimes John even uses that deadpan Albert voice to give her ideas and plans of action... not just words of encouragement... as if they are coming from Albert himself. We could simply see it as a parody of real life, since Queen Victoria claimed John Brown was a medium who allowed her to communicate with her dead husband, but I think itâs something way more sinister in the Kuroverse.
However, ch21 shows us, right off the bat, that whatever charm/power John has over her with the puppet, itâs not perfect. As I pointed out above, sometimes she realizes Albert is dead and gone. Historically, Victoria stopped making such frequent public appearances after Albertâs death because of her deep mourning. Here, itâs because John/âAlbertâ suggests she stay home and out of the publicâs eye. John realizes her behavior when sheâs upset about Albert, as well as her reaction to the puppet, must take a toll on her reputation. If this says anything about the rest of the contract terms, itâs a poorly-made contract.
But, what else would be in the contract, and what might have been left out? I want to look at the wishes and terms spelled out in ch138 for a possible framework, since a contract between John and Victoria would likely parallel the contract between Sebastian and our earl.
I donât think itâs simply for Albertâs âreturnâ, since there should be some finiteness to fulfilling the contract. Perhaps itâs to make her think Albert has returned for the remainder of her natural lifespan, and then â upon her deathbed â John gets his âpaymentâ, whether it be her soul or something else. Or it could be until she has achieved some other goal. Or John didnât make it clear the contract had to have a distinct end and couldnât be extended.... More on that later.
If there is another wish for John to fulfill? Thatâs a bit harder to guess. Some specified level of power and influence? Some achievement for the legacy she leaves behind? Revenge against some foe (real or imagined)? đ¤ˇđťââď¸ Ch138 might actually give us clues to Victoriaâs desires, and not just the one about Albert.
Victoria had been queen since she was 18, she married her beloved around the same time, and she lives in luxury. But her reign saw the new expansion into foreign lands, the wealth raked in by controlling serval industries abroad, and the exotic goods and other treasures that this brought to her and to the British markets... for those who could afford them. Ch21 might essentially confirm this, since John (while being stepped on by the horse) starts listing off her achievements since sheâs been queen. The increased power and reach of the nation, her influences on fashion and popular culture, etc. Maybe we should be getting the idea that these grand merits, like creating the âempire where the sun never setsâ, are actually achievements made possible only because of John, just like our earlâs successes are largely due to Sebastianâs abilities. It does read similar to ch2âs initial assessment of our earlâs business successes. It also makes sense when paired with Undertaker saying he doesnât like her, wonât accept âthe queenâs coinâ, and complains how she sits in comfort and safety while others do her dirty work. Maybe all of her accomplishments are not her own.... More on that later, too! đ
Some guesses for what might have been included... and left out... of the terms. Letâs go with three wishes, just like our earl was offered. Looking at ch138, we see this about our earlâs first wish:
Wish 1. Speaking the truth.
John must be able to lie to her, simply because she might not have been thinking clearly enough at the time to demand otherwise. Sebastian acted like our earlâs demand to always speak the truth is somewhat of a novelty; he was taken by surprise. We know John can lie to her because he does so every time he says Albert is there with her. That entire wish about Albert is fulfilled by lies.
Wish 2. Obeying orders.
Sebastian is being particularly sneaky here to put an extra condition on the terms... after the terms had been agreed upon. This gives him the ability to not follow every order he is given, unless âI command youâ is stated. And to accomplish assigned tasks without following very specified ways of doing so. Thatâs how he was able to âinterrogateâ Beast for information about the signet ring... instead of going to the two places our earl told him to go. And he was able to say he completed the task, without admitting he never went there... and without lying, because of how he got our earl to rephrase his questions.
John likely has to pretend heâs a normal human, but also like Sebastian, heâs going to pull off some weird shit thatâs definitely not normal for humans... and witnesses will just have to remain willingly ignorant to the oddities... much like Finny realizing he had brought Sebastian iris bulbs, not plants full-grown and in bloom.
Sebastian also makes it clear there need to be limits to the contract terms; there cannot be extensions or alterations to the contract terms by way of orders.
How about with Victoria and John? It seems to me that John must have a lot of leeway, when it comes to obeying orders â how he accomplishes them... if he really obeys at all. He might even be able to obey orders in a way that doesnât always achieve the queenâs desired results... if he doesnât want to. Itâs difficult to see how this part of the contract works (or fails), since we donât see much of what they say and do.
What we do see, however, is Victoria making hints about what she wants... and sometimes we see John taking note of it. It makes me feel as though the terms could be as vague as âfulfill my desiresâ or âmake my wishes come trueâ. If so, we run into the issue of contract limitations again. Where does that end? John really might have accidentally made an open-ended contract....
Sebastian is smart to state that he will not accept orders to give more wishes, extend the contract, or make further changes to the terms. Yes, he is trying to take advantage of the kid, but the kid is also hoping to take advantage of the demon. Each one wants as much as they can get from the contract, just like Sebastian says is to be expected. Which brings us to the third wish.
Wish 3. Protection and no betrayal.
Sebastian threw in the âno betrayalâ part as a freebie, since itâs a personal policy of his to not make multiple contracts. He specifies this is a fourth wish that heâs allowing only because itâs an automatic, to him. Our earl set aside the offer to be kept safe from illness; he didnât think the asthma would return. Besides... imagine how this story would have gone if our earl was stuck inside Sebastianâs body? Very differently, indeed. Entirely different.
I see a setup here for John to be one of those greedy, gluttonous sorts. Charles Grey would be in awe? đ I have no idea what sorts of protections John might have offered Victoria, or what she might have agreed to. However, I suspect that 1) the terms might be changeable, so we could later see John do weird things to protect her and 2) John might have another contract with someone else, so betrayal is quite possible. Iâd even say itâs likely. With the terms of the contract as loose as I suspect, John could be like Ash/Angela without even changing names, appearances, or personalities.
TL/DR: If John Brown is a demon or angel in a contract with Victoria:
One goal or wish is to make her think Albert has returned.
Other goals seem to be about her achievements and influence as queen. (However, it might even include the crown itself and her marriage.)
He can lie to her, since he lies every time he says Albert is there.
He has to make her wishes come true, but he has a lot of wiggle room on how to accomplish that. And the wishes might not be properly limited.
He probably has to protect her as she achieves whatever goals she has set.
However, he might betray her. Particularly if heâs stuck in a contract that has no well-defined end (other than her natural death).
Itâs pretty wild to think about, but itâs entirely possible that Queen Victoria (in the Kuroverse) is a fraud of some kind. What if she made the contract when she was young... and the crown, her beloved husband, her life of luxury... are all just wishes being granted for her? Considering that:
Her birth year is around the time Undertaker rebels and tries to destroy the reaper organizationâs HQ... ohh? đ¤
She ascends to the throne the year that Molly G. dies. Her coronation takes place the following year. Hmm. đ§
And she was, historically, quite attracted to Albert and pursud him to be her husband. As queen, she had to propose to him. Sure, his feelings were mutual IRL, but... maybe not in the Kuroverse? Uh. đ¤¨
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just one more sleep until LOVER! and with another day in release week comes a whole bunch more news!
let's start with what exciting new things we've learnt about the album:
another new lyric revealed in the love, taylor playlist!! "luck of the draw only draws the unlucky / and so i became the butt of the joke / i wounded the good and trusted the wicked / clearing the air i breathed in the smoke"
taylor's instagram story has been updated to tease the upcoming music video for lover, showing a countdown alongside images of a bass guitar, a set of drums, a christmas tree and some dresses!
apple music has revealed the track lengths of all the songs on the album! the album is 1 hour and 1 minute long, with the shortest track being it's nice to have a friend at 2:30 and the longest being daylight, clocking in at 4:53!
speaking of, the album credits have also been revealed; jack antonoff appears on 8 tracks, joel little on 4, louis bell & adam feeney on 3, and there are also appearances from annie clark (otherwise known as st vincent) and cautious clay. there are also 3 self-written songs on the album!
it looks like the album version of me! is going to be a bit different from the version we've all gotten used to - the song has been updated on apple music to remove the "hey kids, spelling is fun!" line
in other taylor related news:
taylor's live lounge is officially going to be happening on monday september 2nd!
reportedly, in an upcoming interview on CBS, airing sunday 9am et, taylor has confirmed that she plans to rerecord her old discography in order to regain control of her masters.
taylor and taylor nation bought pizzas for all the fans waiting in line at gma. taylor is performing a short set on the show on thursday morning.