more like hunky cat

~ a fansination of the british variety ~ writer - dead inside

[mollydobby]

Before and After : Taron Egerton wins Best Actor in a Motion Picture, Comedy or Musical ~ Golden Globes 2020

You can see Elton dropping the f-bomb in the 8th panel =)

[hookedontaronfics]

Congratulations to Elton John and Bernie Taupin! A well-deserved award!

[jyess-deactivated20240614]

Rami made an Instagram post???? ft. cute comment from joe

[rogermeaddows]

mr gwilym lee is at it as well

[elderberrywhine]

AHHHH HOW CUUUUUTE

[taronisbaby-deactivated20200516]

Ben Hardy + being a hunky boyfriend

[fyeahegerton]

For me, kissing a man onscreen is no less appealing than kissing a woman onscreen. It makes no difference as to your sexual preference.

[richardmaddendaily]

Richard Madden | Drama Actor Roundtable

[elderberrywhine]

uMmm.....excuse me sir

[pilotofmysoul]

[rogermeddow]

bringing this back because ben looks stupid hot

[elderberrywhine]

AH

[tinytaron]

who allowed him to be this cute what the fuck

[eltonhjohn]

“What’s going on?” “He’s gonna kill himself.” “Oh for God’s sake.”

[elderberrywhine]

Fuckin’ same

[gwilyoubemine]

he is literally the definition of boyfriend material

[elderberrywhine]

My god he is beautiful

[mistymazzello]

Morning cuddles and kisses w taron fluff?

GUYS IM SO SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN IN SO LONG IVE HAD THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK EVER

you woke up to your alarm, the loud beeping hurting your ears. it read 5:50 AM. you groaned and rolled over to turn it off and get out of bed.

right after you turned it off you began to sit up. you looked out the window and saw it was still dark out, but you could still see the city lights, which you loved. you stood up and walked over to the window, pushing the blinds out of the way.

you sighed and took in your new york city view. you had always dreamed of living here as a little girl, and now that you finally live here, it felt surreal. you touched the cold window and sighed.

you’re thoughts were interrupted by two arms wrapping around your waist.

taron set his chin on your shoulder and looked out at the dark city with you. his whole body was warm, a great contrast to your cold one.

“it feels like a dream. living here and all.” you said, hand still on the window.

“we can live here forever if you’d like.” he said so quietly that if his mouth wasn’t right next to your ear, you wouldn’t have heard him. “i don’t care where we are. as long as i’m with you, i’m home.”

“i’d love that.” you said at the same volume.

“it’s settled then. an’ you know, if you want to come back to sleep with me, the city will still be here when you wake up.”

you laughed lightly. “i have to be on set in an hour.”

“that’s a whole hour away.” he said.

you sighed and turned around. you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. he swayed back and forth with you ever so lightly.

without warning, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. you squealed and squirmed around. he laid you on the bed and jumped in beside you.

“taron. i have to go to work.” you said.

“you can lay with me for a few more minutes” he said against your neck. he knew you were going to protest, so he lifted his head and pressed his lips against yours.

his hand went to the side of your face while yours went on his shoulders. it wasn’t a heavy kiss, but more like a light, barely there kiss. he pulled away, smiled, then kissed you again.

you sighed into the kiss and let your eyes flutter closed. everything around you, the lights, the thought of going to work, the whole city, all melted away.

he finally pulled away and smiled. “you wanna stay in bed now?”

you kissed him in response.

that’s a yes.

[elderberrywhine]

CUTE AS FUCK DARLING! Made me get a teary it’s so sweet!

[bordersong]

[elderberrywhine]

accurate

[sheisawantedman]

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

My final piece in the Taron|Elton trilogy! These were extremely rewarding, of course I’d love to just keep painting Taron (duh), but I’d like to try some other actors + musicians I love, and I also want to do some Rocketman fanart in my usual style too! Thank you for all the support on these across all my social media, it’s meant a lot to me!

[elderberrywhine]

LOOK AT THIS! SEE THIS? THIS IS STUNNING

[smilecapsules-deactivated202106]

#how did this not make the cut

[elderberrywhine]

this was just an excuse for Taron to kiss Richard again

[gothlawliet]

blue jean baby

[elderberrywhine]

this is beautiful, I lovvvveee the style!

[elderberrywhine]

Do you ever just think about how when things start to get tough with Elton, like Bernie hasn’t heard from him in so long and he’s worried? Do you think about how Bernie probably keeps it all inside, stews on, and thinks of way he could help Elton? Think about how distraught he would be and one day you find him sitting at the kitchen table of your share home, leaning over a blank sheet of paper splattered with tear drops.

When you ask what’s wrong Bernie just looks at you with those bluer-than-blue eyes and you get your answer without a word. You just hold his head to your chest as his arms wrap around your waist for support. He’s still sitting on the kitchen chair and you’re wondering if you should move somewhere more comfortable but when Bernie starts to audibly cry you know better than to prompt him.

You just stand there, stroking his soft hair, the only sound filling the room are his sorrowful whimpers because his friend won’t let him help himself. His brother, his family, feels all alone and despite being there for Elton, Bernie feels useless. He can’t even write songs for new clients because he’s so worried sick.

Bernie doesn’t know what he needs to here until you say it.

“All you can do is be there when he’s ready to need you again.”

He lifts his head from your chest and you take the opportunity to wipe the flowing tears from his eyes. “You’re a good man, Bernard.”

He’s so overcome with a strange mixture of grief and love that he doesn’t know what to say. So he stays quiet. Bernie grabs your hand, gently bringing the back of it to his lips where he presses the lightest of kisses. He still feels the anguish pulled at his sleeves, but now it coaxes him to write.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers the flesh of his lips brushing against the skin atop your hand when he does. When Bernie lifts his eyes to meet yours you’re smiling bitter-sweetly. You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead and convey ever word you want to say.