#taronegerton

[yogui38]

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hey so I would like to make a request! I love your writing!!!!

Can you write an imagine with Eggsy Unwin getting his ass handed to him by a female villain and then falling for her? Like enemies to loversm

Note: I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I wanted to make sure that I had everything in order for this to flow the way I wanted it to. 

I really hope that you enjoy this imagine. It was fun to write.

===

Eggsy Unwin was one of Kingsman’s most valued agents. He was smart, charming and overall badass. His fighting skills were first class except when it came to having to write a report from a mission he had just completed. His first one since his split with the princess.

 It was currently 3am and although people say it’s the witching hour, for Eggsy, it was just a pain in the ass. He was exhausted and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep until next week, so with that, he decided that he’d pack up his desk and return to the report later when he was more rested and feeling like his brain was able to compute the vital information the report needed to have.

 Slowly but surely, both Eggsy and JB, Eggsy’s faithful and four-legged companion, made their way to where Pete was waiting in the taxi that would take them home.

 “Evening Mr. Unwin.” Pete greeted warmly as Eggsy got comfortable.

 “Morning Pete.” The young man corrected. Pete smiled to himself and set out in the direction of Eggsy’s humble abode.

The drive there was a quiet one. Pete focused on driving while Eggsy dozed in the backseat. His eyes way too heavy to stay open for much longer. JB didn’t pay much attention to the men as he focused on all the lights that blurred by.

 “Sir, we’re here.” Pete said, making Eggsy stir.

 Eggsy smiled at the man and thanked him for his services before heading inside to peel his clothes off, get ready for bed and crawl under the sheets.

 =

 Eggsy instantly fell asleep and was in the middle of sawing logs when a black figure made their way into his bedroom as quietly as they could. There was one problem though. JB.

 The pug wasn’t exactly having the best time getting comfortable in his plush doggy bed. He huffed and continuously stood up to turn his pudgy little body around a few times before laying back down to repeat the steps.

 When the canine realized that he and his human weren’t alone, he got up to investigate only to find that one of the black figures sneaking around was Merlin. JB got excited and started licking the techie’s leg.

 “JB, stand down.” Merlin whispered firmly, after failing to get the dog to go to his bed nicely. JB once again huffed and went back to bed but not before releasing a semi loud and rancid smelling fart.

 The three girls with Merlin wanted burst into laughter but they knew if they wanted to pass this test, they had to remain silent and not do anything to kybosh this assignment.

 “Fucking shite, JB.” Merlin grumbled as he waved his hand in his face to try and ward the smell away.

 At this moment, Eggsy stirred a little and groaned. He could smell JB’s stink bomb, even if he was sound asleep.

 Merlin and his accomplices stood as still as they could as though it would turn them invisible. They could only pray that Eggsy wouldn’t wake yet.

 When the man began snoring again, Merlin looked at the three other figures and gave the nod to keep moving.

 Y/n was the first one to reach Eggsy’s bed. She got the view of his shirtless torso and boy was he hot, even if his mouth hung open with a little drool escaping the gaping hole in his face. He looked so peaceful she almost felt bad for doing this, but it was now or never.

 The woman looked to Merlin and when he nodded, she struck.

 Eggsy squealed like he never had before and even Merlin found it hard not to laugh. It was the girliest scream he’d ever heard and Eggsy would never live it down.

 “Shut it or I shut it for you.” Y/n snapped as she tried to grab hold of Eggsy’s hands. He may have been tired, but he wasn’t too tired to put his fighting skills to the test. He kicked, punched and did everything Merlin had taught him which Merlin felt proud of.

 Y/n was running out of patience. She just wanted to get back to bed so to aid in that, she mustered all her strength into one powerful punch and knocked the shit out of Eggsy.

 “Shut the fuck up.” She said as the man now laid unconscious.

 “Not how I would have done it but good work. Get him to the van before he wakes up.” Merlin praised. The women nodded.

 =

 When Eggsy came to, he couldn’t see anything. His mouth had a very well-made gag in it, his hands were bound and his eyes, y/n took care of that and placed a good amount of duct tape around his head to make sure the blindfold would be removed.

 “He’s awake.” Rachel said as she looked up from the knife she was sharpening. Jenna nodded and agreement.

 “What shall we do with him boss?” Jenna asked, noting that the man was starting to fight against his restraints.

 “I reckon we remove his tongue.” Y/n said somewhat sinisterly as she approached a struggling Eggsy.

 The man screamed the best he could with the gag in his mouth. Y/n laughed as darkly she could muster and even Rachel and Jenna felt unnerved.

 “No one can hear you honey pie.” She whispered, running her blade along his cheekbone slowly. Eggsy flinched away from the cold metal and attempted to fight again.

 “I wouldn’t do that if you want to live.” Y/n warned. She was enjoying this. It made her feel powerful and in charge.

 “Take care of it.” Y/n instructed as she was supposed to and walked out of the room.

 Eggsy wasn’t going to lie, he was a little scared, but he also knew a few tricks and whoever had him would soon regret their choice to kidnap him. Neither Rachel nor Jenna saw it coming. Somehow Eggsy had managed to free himself and he went full on batshit crazy.

 Y/n had no idea how he’d freed himself, but it didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Merlin had raved about how good of an agent Eggsy was and this was him proving Merlin’s point.

 “Hey, chill mate.” Jenna tried but it was no use. Eggsy took a swing and thankfully she was able to dodge it, but he wasn’t able to dodge the chair that knocked him on his ass. He growled and got back up. Alright, if he wanted a fight, y/n would give it to him. She was known for her fighting skills so bring it.

 Eggsy and y/n spared for a little while longer before Merlin intersected and broke them apart.

 “Eggsy, stand down.” Merlin ordered. Eggsy was beyond livid at this point. He took a swing and hit Merlin square in the jaw.

 “Fuck you, bruv!” Eggsy seethed.

 “Eggsy, that’s enough.” Merlin said as he walked over to the man to remove the blindfold.

 “Fucking hell Merlin. Was this necessary?” Eggsy said as he focused his vision.

 “It was a training exercise.” The Scot answered.

 “For me?” Eggsy asked but Merlin shook his head and motioned for the three women to come forward.

 “It was for them.” Merlin said.

 “Who are you?” Eggsy asked, locking eyes with y/n.

 Jenna took it upon herself to look at Merlin for permission to explain to which Merlin granted.

 “We’re a new branch of Kingsman that Merlin has been working on for a while now. Our mission tonight was to kidnap you.” Jenna explained, adding a shrug at the end.

 “New branch? Merlin what the fuck is going on.” Eggsy demanded.

 “What she’s trying to say is that we are going to be working together hopefully.” Rachel said.

 “So I was the fall guy?” Eggsy said and everyone nodded.

 Eggsy had to admit that he was relieved, but he was still pissed off.

 “You’re all dismissed.” Merlin said, not wanting to discuss anything else.

Jenna and Rachel followed behind Merlin as he left but y/n stayed behind with Eggsy to make sure he was ok.

 “I don’t need your help.” He snapped as he picked up the chair that was thrown at him.

 “You’re just mad you got beaten by 3 women.” Y/n challenged, hoping to get a rise out of him.

 “No.” He said all too quickly. Y/n laughed which added to the insult that Eggsy was easily beaten.

 “Whatever you say, girlie.” Y/n teased. Eggsy whipped around faster than y/n was expecting, and he had her pinned to the wall.

 “Want to repeat that?” He questioned darkly.

 “What are you going to do? Fight me?” Y/n responded.

 “Keep talking and you’ll find out.” He warned. Y/n rolled her eyes.

 “Whatever you say, big baby.” She said.

 As promised, Eggsy got into her face and raised his hand to rest on her neck, but she didn’t budge; instead, she smirked.

 “Come on you little bitch. Choke me.” She whispered seductively as his lips barely ghosted over hers.

 “I’ll do more than that.” He replied.

 “Prove it.” She said before sticking her tongue out enough to lick Eggsy’s lips.

 That was it…

[elenatria]

Fuck me, cowboy...

[romantic-withdrawals]

Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

—————————————————————————

THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Taron Egerton : Black Bird (S01E01)

I want that tanktop after he's done with his workout.

[carolinelw91]

I really want someone to talk to about Taron Egerton (And Jamie Bell and Rocketman of course). I live in Norway, and none of my friends are fans, so it would be great to talk to someone. Just message me, please❤️🙏 I promise I'm nice, and I don't bite.

[writingformadderton]

Reflections

Ship: Taron x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,006

Summary: While searching for a dress for an upcoming event, you start to feel insecure about your body. It truly takes a toll on you, and Taron catches you in a vulnerable state. (TW!! Insecurities, Body Image, Negative Self-Talk!!)

Author's Note: Fluff, angst, and love!!! First fic posted in a good while, ahhhhh. I'm so nervous for you guys to read this bc I wrote and edited this one alone. This topic hit extremely close to home for me as I have body image issues as well, so I hope it is actually good for you guys! I truly hope you enjoy it. Happy reading! -Miya💜

Requested by Anon:

“I’ve gained 25 pounds Dasia! And the wedding is in 2 weeks!” I grumble out loud to my phone while standing in front of my mirror. Dasia, one of my sisters, was on Facetime with me while I tried on dozens of dresses in my walk-in closet. Our best friend was getting married in 2 weeks and I thought I had something to wear. But I was clearly wrong.

“Stop it! You look gorgeous! What about that sunflower colored dress you bought like a year ago but never wore? I’m pretty sure the tag is still on it.” Dasia throws out another suggestion, while also trying on her own dresses in her home. She gives her body a once over in the dress, but then shakes her head and walks away from her phone to retrieve another option. I study my body in a crucifying manner, the grimace on my face evident.

I look awful. How did I let myself get to this point?

“It probably won’t fit over my disgusting thighs, not to mention my stomach.” The words roll off my tongue, but immediately bring pain to my chest. I run my hands from my chest down to my stomach, the current red maxi dress hugging the new curves in ways I didn’t like.

I turn to the side and try to hide the belly, but the open back catches my attention immediately. I gasp with horror as I catch a glimpse of the newly occurring love-handles settling in. I quickly face front and sigh in despair.

I feel just as bad as I look. I can’t believe I let myself go like this.

I close my eyes and try to hug my body to offer comfort, but my subconscious was eating away at me silently.

Dasia walks back into camera view and studies herself in her full body mirror. Her body now dawning a gorgeous pale blue dress with a high slit. “How about this one for me? I know we can’t wear her colors, but maybe she’ll make an exc- “

Her voice trails off as her attention turns to me on Facetime. She walks closer and kneels in front of the device.

I open my eyes and feel tears start to well up. A shaky breath leaves my lips and my hands grip the dress at the sides, trying to ground myself.

“Darling, look at me.” Dasia calls out to me, a soft expression resting on her face.

I look towards my phone and fight back a sniffle. I look down at the floor in shame.

“Are you in your head, letting your thoughts beat you down?” She asks gently.

“Dasia, I feel like shit. I mean look at me. Who’s gonna want to take pictures with me? No matter what dress I wear, I’m gonna get unwanted attention!” I blurt out harshly. Dasia looks taken aback, but sighs softly.

“Hunny, cut yourself some slack. You have been so busy these last couple months with the new house and job. Taron still thinks you are the most gorgeous specimen walking, for gods sake!” She tries to coax me into cheering up. But my subconscious had already gotten the best of me. I was hearing her words, but none of them stuck.

“Until he doesn’t. Then what?” I spoke just barely loud enough for her to hear. I look in the mirror once more, and it breaks my heart. Shoulders slouching in defeat as my brain betrays my heart with the thoughts running through it. “I…I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can decide on something.” I say without a second thought. I walk over and grab my phone, giving her one last glance.

“Sweetheart, please don’t be too hard on yourself. You are beau- “ She tries to finish her sentence, but I hang up quickly. She closes her eyes and sighs. “I love you.” She whispers to herself.

The tears begin to flow freely and my breathing becomes ragged. A sob pours out from my mouth as I sink to the floor and discard my phone. “Fuck!” I yell out. I sit against my wall and try to stop the stream of tears falling. But the more ragged my breathing became, the more the task proved to be too difficult.

Pathetic.

It rings through my head over and over as I try to catch my breath. My heart aches painfully as my mind becomes my worst enemy.

How could I let this happen?

I sit for a half hour until the tears finally stop and my breathing calms down. I tapped my phone screen.

4:30. Taron will be home soon. I need to get dinner started.

With a deep breath, I grab my phone and pick myself up off the floor. I take off the dress still hugging my body and hang it back up. I rub my face and change into shorts and a tee, turning off the light to my walk-in closet once exiting.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taron unlocks the front door and walks into the house, a grin on his face as he enters. He had been bombarded with meetings all day for this upcoming film and all he wanted to do was get back to his love. He takes off his shoes by the door. “Honey, I’m home!” He calls out with a chuckle. He looks up and observes the main entry way.

 It’s quiet….too quiet.

“(Y/N)! Are you here?” He calls out again. No answer again.

His eyebrows furrow together as he walks towards the dining room. The smell of home cooking coated the air, but no food nor I sat waiting for him. He walks into the kitchen, but to no avail I was not there. Going over to the stove, he noticed pots filled with freshly cooked sides and the oven light illuminated to reveal the main dish sitting patiently for consumption.

Where is my lovely girlfriend? The thought came to the forefront of his mind. Pulling himself away from the stove, he left the kitchen and searched the living room. Nothing.

He lets out a small sigh and pulls his phone from his back pocket. He quickly dials my number and listens to the ringing. Faintly, my ringtone sounds to his ears and he looks around. He slowly starts following the sound while holding his own phone in his hand. He makes his way upstairs.

“Babe! Baby!” He calls out to me. Now, he was starting to worry. Why weren’t you answering?

But I don’t answer him. I can barely hear him over the sound of my own sobs.

I sit on the floor of my shower, crying uncontrollably as the hot water crashed against my body. I had been in that same position for almost 15 minutes. I’ve tried to pull myself together and get out, but my attempts were met with more tears.

After cooking dinner for myself and Taron, I tried to motivate myself to put something on my stomach. But after what happened earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow anything other than water. So, I left the cooked food on and in the stove, waiting to be served. I wandered back upstairs to take a shower and clear my mind.

Maybe the hot water could wash away my troubles.

15 minutes later, my body was clean, but I couldn’t stop crying. Faintly, I hear my phone ring from inside the bedroom. It was probably Taron calling. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, tears stinging as they fall freely. I hear Taron calling my name. but my voice is too hoarse to respond. So, I continue to sob quietly.

Taron finally makes it into the bedroom and sees the phone on the floor. Raising his eyebrows, he ends the call and picks it up, placing it on top of the dresser. His ears focus on the sound of running water and his attention turns to the bathroom door. He quickly walks in and as his eyes land on my figure, his heart aches.

He quickly makes his way over to the shower and opens the glass door, turning off the water and kneeling down to hug me tight. I wrap my arms tight around his body and take in his scent.

“What happened to you, my love?” He speaks softly, rubbing my back. I respond in a sniffle and tighten my hold on his body. I needed the comfort so badly, and his arms always felt safe. “It’s alright, I’m home now. Everything’s alright.” He says and kisses my temple. I nod and loosen my grip to look in his eyes.

Taron brings his hands to my face and gently holds me, thumbs caressing the sides of my face with such care and tenderness. I melt into his touch, closing my eyes and calming down little by little. He sits with me just like that for a while before I open my eyes once more.

“Hey babygirl.” His lips pull into a small smile when he sees the action. I nestle my face into his hands as a response. “Are you okay to get out of the shower?” He asks in the gentlest voice I have ever heard.

I nod slowly with soft eyes. He smiles and kisses my forehead, slowly standing up and stepping onto the floor mat. He holds out his hands, and I take them happily. After standing, Taron tells me to wait for a second while he grabs a towel. While watching him, my heart flutters as he is set in taking care of me without even knowing the problem.

He comes over with a warm towel and dries me off with the utmost care. I don’t give him any resistance as he does the task. Instead, I take in how soft he is and how he admires my body for what it is. It almost makes me feel ashamed for how I was feeling earlier. I slightly cower away, and he notices the action and slowly stands tall. He wraps the towel tightly around my body and wraps his arms around my waist. Mine wrap around his neck and look into his eyes.

“What’s troubling you, my love?” He whispers while rubbing small circles on my back. I lightly blush and break eye contact, looking down in shame. But he brings one hand to my chin and gently lifts my head with his finger. “No need to hide from me, love.”

Taking a deep breath and clearing my throat, I finally speak after what had felt like hours of crying. “I was feeling in-insecure about my body after trying to find a d-dress for the wedding.” I force the words out of me in a small voice. I see the concern, but a loving aura reflects in Taron’s eyes after I spoke.

He leans down, closes his eyes and kisses me, gentle yet passionate. It slightly catches me off guard, but I immediately melt into the kiss. He pulls away and lays his forehead on mine, looking at me. My eyes remain closed for a bit, then finally open to those blue-green orbs I love the most.

“You know you are the most beautiful girl in this world.” He speaks with confidence.

“Yea, but Taron-“

“No buts darling. You have the body of a goddess. And no matter what you look like, I will always love and adore you.” He says in a firm, but soft manner. He places a kiss on my nose to solidify his statements.

I blush hard and bury my face in his neck. “Do you promise?” I whisper, my heart fluttering and growing warm.

“I promise, my love.” He reassures and rubs my back. My eyes began to water and I hold him tighter. “I love you, from now until the end of time. You will always be beautiful to me, no matter what.” Taron whispers, placing another kiss on my temple.

“I love you too, Taron.” I speak just loud enough for him to hear.

[taron-egerton-fan]

[fuseburner]

Im selling this Rocketman signed artwork.

I got this pro framed and will include a copy of the provenance. A signed letter from Taron’s stepdad.

To swerve the usual site fees… I can take offers here.

Starting at £250

❤️

[traceysbasement]

Audio book fans, go listen to this NOW. It's a full-cast production with sound fx and the music from Jeff Wayne's musical, and it's FANTASTIC. I listen to audio books mainly for convenience these days, but this is one that I will most definitely be revisiting. 💕 . . . #bookgeek #audiobookgeek #audiobook #Audible #audibleoriginal #WarOfTheWorlds #WarOfTheWorldstheMusical #musicaldrama #hgwells #jeffwayne #jeffwayneswaroftheworlds #michaelsheen #taronegerton #listentoit #listentoitnow https://www.instagram.com/p/CeSA9_IpSuQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yogui38]

[film-book]

‎

Film Review: TETRIS (2023): Taron Egerton is Terrific in the Exciting Story of How a Hit Video Game Came to Be https://film-book.com/film-review-tetris-2023-taron-egerton-is-terrific-in-the-exciting-story-of-how-a-hit-video-game-came-to-be/?feed_id=141946&_unique_id=643603de162a8

[etcemais]

[🖥️] Novo pôster de Tetris, um produção original da Apple.

O filme estreia no dia 31 de março na Apple TV+.

[whanklee]

Sok rajongója van, aki szeretné, ha a Kingsman sztárja lenne a következő 007-es ügynök.

[fashionartfilmalien]

Best Dressed 2023 SAG Awards #taronegerton #giorgioarmani @giorgioarmani #tylerjameswilliams #thrash #meghannfahy #ralphlauren @ralphlauren #rooneymara @alexandermcqueen #michellewilliams #dior @dior #christiandiorcouture #kathrynnewton @carolinaherrera #caradelevingne @carolinaherrera #sheilaatim @christopherjohnrogers #bestdressed #2023sagawards https://www.instagram.com/p/CpQNM74u1ii/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[filmbookcast]

‎

FilmBookCast Ep. 202- BABYLON Review, JOHN WICK CHAPTER 4 Trailer, Willem Dafoe Joins NOSFERATU Cast, & More https://film-book.com/filmbookcast-ep-202-babylon-review-john-wick-chapter-4-trailer-willem-dafoe-joins-nosferatu-cast-more/?feed_id=134252&_unique_id=63fa8caef2bda