macklin celebrini has autism
RMH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Show & Tell
taylor price
oozey mess
Claire Keane
tumblr dot com
hello vonnie
Jimmy Eat World
Sweet Seals For You, Always
izzy's playlists!
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
bliss lane
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Stonewall Inn
Keni
No title available
No title available
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Austria
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Brazil
seen from Burkina Faso
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Ecuador
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
@taron-egerton-trash
∙ I see a young man with potential. A young man who is loyal. Who can do as he’s asked. And who wants to do something good with his life. Did you see the film Trading Places? No. How about Nikita? Pretty Woman? All right. My point is, that the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path but you needn’t stay on it. If you’re prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform. Oh! Like in My Fair Lady.
♡ happy holidays @undercvermartyn
A Winter Evening With Mr. Egerton
Taron visits your loft to keep you warm during a cold winter evening. ;)
Word Count: 2887
It was a frosty Friday evening and I missed Taron immensely. The thought of him brought a goofy smirk on my face that I just wanted to immediately wipe off before someone saw. There was an irritating draft in my bedroom because the heating system was absolute trash. I wrapped myself like a burrito in my blankets. The texting between us was getting slower and slower. It started off with paragraphs and paragraphs of messages and then it just faded. Maybe he moved on? I made my peace with it. My eyes were darting between netflix and other social media apps. Eventually, I began to doze off. A text alert knocked me right out of that brief snooze.
Keep reading
A Day At The Carnival With Taron
Anon Request! Thanks again for the idea! Sorry for the long ass wait. I’m slacking.
Content: Fluff, Smut, Strong Language
Word Count: 1788
It was a gorgeous summer afternoon. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I stood outside the carnival’s entrance. Visitors were passing by me and I watched them march on. There were hordes of excitable teens congregating among each other. I wondered where Taron was. He did say he was close by but he was running late. The urge to double text was at the tip of my fingers. I frowned and started to adjust my knee length dress. It was stretchy, cotton, airy… perfect for this weather. I adjusted the thin straps and ran my hands through my hair. Anything to avoid sending what could be an obnoxious text. I kept glancing towards my phone in hopes of seeing a message from him. Maybe he can’t make it. That unfortunate thought washed over me as I looked towards the street and then down at my painted toes. The grass brushed against them. I wriggled them and began to fidget. I took a deep breath and began wondering how much the uber would be to get back home…you know… just in case. I reached into my pockets and began to untangle the ear phones. It was only in their for a few moments and they were already in a knot. My eyebrows furrowed in complete concentration. Out of nowhere, I felt something rub against ankle and it abruptly made its way to my calf. I almost leaped out of my skin and that sent my earphones flying.
Keep reading
Smutty Wednesday: An Afternoon Delight
Rating: SMUT. Of course. ;)
Word Count: 2375 ( A little longer than my usual. But I hope you enjoy anyhow.)
Check out the lovely ladies of Smutty Wednesday. Follow and flood them with questions: @jamiemac26 @eggsyobsessed @taronfanfic @bluesfortheredj
Bzzt. Bzzt. My phone’s alarm went off. I struggle to free myself from the blanket burrito I woke up in. Somehow my phone managed to get underneath my pillow. When my vision became clear, I recognized a name that always puts a smile on my face. Taron. The message read, “Hey love, I’m in your neighborhood this afternoon. I’ll treat you to lunch, yeah? I can pick you up at your job.” My heart soared. I fumbled with my cell and managed to reply. “Wonderful. I usually take my lunch break around noon. See you then? Here is the address.” Send. I flung myself back on the bed and bounced around. Over the past few months, Taron and I have spent time together in large social settings. For the first time it was one on one. During those exchanges, I paid close attention to his body language. There was sexual tension but I thought I was imagining it. He could make anyone feel special. But this confirms it…I leaped out of bed to get ready for my day. While I was on my commute, Taron replied. “Got it. I’ll see you soon. Xoxoxo”.
Keep reading
[hot stuff]
At the end of KingsMan. Eggsy is required to put in a code in order to release the princess… The code is 2625.. If you look 2625 the numbers spell out anal.
“I. Love. Colin Firth. More than life itself”
“He is bloody gorgeous and a great film actor, he really is my guy.”
-Taron Egerton
The many.. But sexy hairstyles of Taron Egerton
Everything about him makes me smile
The way he looks at her
”They support each other (during training) and they’re there for each other…” – Sophie Cookson on Roxy and Eggsy’s relationship.
“I mean, there is nothing wrong with being a Bond girl, but at the same time, you read so many scripts where the girl automatically falls in love with the guy, or you’re waiting the whole story for them to kiss and I have to say I was reading and waiting for (it) to happen,” Sophie Cookson tells AAP in Sydney. (X)
i'm not sure if you ship it, but i'll try anyway - merlin&roxy :D
Oh my god xD *dead*
Send me a ship and I will rate it:
notp / not really / meh / I could / sometimes / maker, yes / my otp babbies
(I never even thought about it before, aaaah!)
and answer:
Who is the most affectionate?
Roxy. She is sophisticated and everything, but she has this soft, loving side that wants to know she can touch and get a kiss, and since Merlin is an iceberg sometimes, she has to demands it. But then again, how hard do you think it is for her? ^^
All Merlin saw in a flash of violent movement that almost knocked off his coffee from the table was a sensually curved leg in a dangerously high looking heel, basically resting on the desk right now. Of course it wasn’t just a leg. It was a leg that belonged to a being he thought he wouldn’t see by today, but hell, there she was, occupying his table and looking down at him like she wanted something that only he could give (he swore to god if it was the chocolate chip cookies he would never admit he have them).
“Hello, Merlin,” Roxy purred, her voice a full velvet, and yes, that meant trouble. She either had the end of the world behind her heels, just trying to break it to him without giving him a heart-attack (well, this was bad approach though, it almost made him choke), or Eggsy blew up a building and begged her to smooth it for him with Merlin before he would admit it was his fault. There was usually no between.
“Roxanne,” he called her back, his eyes up her face now, and she looked even more determined now.
Eggsy then. Where was he the last time? Budapest? God, what could he blew up there?
“Came back from my mission,” she informed him with a smile, and, well, yes, of course she did, the dress, the stockings, the red lips - the perfect undercover mission suited just for her. Even though it should have been until tomorrow, but who was he to complain.
“Yes,” he nodded in agreement and she put her leg back, which he wanted to thank for, until she suddenly sat on his lap, and… oh. Of course.
“Welcome back kiss, maybe?” she tried, and now he could see it - under all this seductive vamp look she was so painfully hopeful it almost broke his heart. God, Harry would probably gave him that pointed look of his if he saw it…
“Maybe,” he adjusted his glasses, but it was already sign for her to go, so when she pecked him on the lips, it didn’t come as a surprise.
“So… Eggsy hadn’t blew up anything?” he asked hopefully when she pulled away and Roxy burst in laughter.
Big spoon/Little spoon?
Roxy is the little spoon. With her smaller frame it kind of given, even though she sometimes gets the big spoon position when Merlin falls asleep before her, even though they end up in reverse during the night. She loves the warmth and has the need to cuddle something (even if it’s just a pillow, or a blanket - or Roxy :D).
Most common argument?
“It stays outside!”
“It’s cold, you can’t be that heartless!”
“Roxy, the bloody dog is staying outside and that’s the last word!”
Roxy’s dog. Such a cuddly poodle. Merlin is usually livid though.
Favorite non-sexual activity?
She loves helping him with research. She’s smart, he knows that, and when they team up, it’s like a brainstorm.
Merlin also tries to get her fear of heights diminish, so they train, little by little, to get her better at it, by walking up big towers, or flying up in a plane above canyons, and she is grateful, even though she kicks and screams at first. Kind of.
Who is most likely to carry the other?
Hopefully not Roxy xD Merlin carries Roxy from time to time, but the situations depends. When it’s carrying to bed - yes, that’s actually nice. When it’s because she got hurt… it’s not nice, and he’s mad and she knows, so she is quiet and obedient. Merlin usually doesn’t talk either until he is sure she’s going to be alright, even though it’s just a sprained ankle or something minor.
Nicknames?
“Mer-man” and “Red Light”. They get teasy a lot with those.
Who worries the most?
Merlin, because it’s him who looks, who observe, because it’s his job, and it’s Roxy who goes to an enemy teritorry and risks her life. It’s difficult, and she knows he doesn’t like it, but she also knows he would never be problematic about it.
Who tops?
Merlin, naturally. But… in a term of literal position… Roxy is pretty rad on top.
Who initiates kisses?
Roxy, usually. But Merlin has his days when he has to as well, just to… make sure, maybe? To make sure she is alright. To let her know he cares.
Who wakes up first?
Merlin. It’s probably a force of habit, but he sleeps very little in default and is up around 5 AM, like it or not.
Who says I love you first?
Merlin. After all he saw, all that happened, he knows life is too short and fleeting to waste it.
Thank you! <3 It was a challenge though, haha.
Send me a ship and I will rate it and answer questions :)
And I will stumble & fall (But I'll be there to catch you) - Merlin/Roxy (Kingsman) OneShot
“Hey Rox beautiful, careful with those knives. You could easily get hurt.” Charlie said to Roxy with an evil smirk.
She was in the training room, trying to improve her skills in throwing knives, but here again, that snooty bastard was here trying to get under her skin. This was just like in her military training. She was the only girl of her unit and boys gave her no favours : every pranks, every little sexist remarks, even some beatings. She had a hard time getting used to it and just not hearing them at all at the end, and so she had drowned herself in her training to defend herself from them. She got in fights quite a few times, and she had finally been respected or feared at least. But here, training to be a Kingsman, she had to be better than that. Just beating Charlie until her anger and frustration would be gone would just get her expelled from the only hope she had to be useful to the world, to be valued and do something she had skills for. She kept quiet, still throwing her knives, but stronger this time, picturing Charlie’s face in the silhouette drawing she was throwing at. But letting emotions taking over wasn’t the best idea : how would she do on mission ? If she wasn’t able to handle the boy’s remark, then she wouldn’t survive to anything. Stay focus Roxy, you’re better than that, she tried to remind herself. But he was still here, staring at her like she was an animal about to be eaten by a lion. She threw her remaining knives and none touched the silhouette, one even fall on the floor, no fast enough to be planted on the wood wall.
“Tss tss tss, Rox…” Charlie began “Such a shame some agents are blind to think recruiting girls are a good idea. Was there any girl in the knights of the round table ? I think not.” He proceeded, walking toward her with an almost feline way, one of predator fixing his prey. “But we could still arrange things. I could help you make it to the last round. What do you think baby ?” He finished while his hand was cupping her waist and the other caressing her cheek, slowly going down. But just as he was going to touch her breasts, she slapped him hard on the cheek and kicked him in the groin. “I think I can handle myself just fine, thanks.” She said before she left him, still groaning in pain on the floor.
However, she couldn’t help but to be upset about he had said : the snooty bastard had won. She thought that a good night rest would help her : terrible mistake. She had nightmares all night long, living again her harassment in the military training, that one time when a guy almost raped her, that one time she had a broken nose because she refused to play strip poker with the guys, that one time when they just thrown her things away, everywhere in the base she hadn’t been able to find back half of it, and finally Charlie, with his everyday derogatory remarks, his looks. She hardly slept and when she couldn’t find rest anymore, around 5 am in the morning, she carefully and quietly rose from her bed, making sure to wake up no one, not even her dog, got dressed, and went outside for a walk. Everything was quiet and peaceful and though the air was cold, she found some warmth, finally to be able to let it go and just enjoy what was surrounding her. But the moment didn’t last long as her mind wouldn’t leave her alone for more than just a few seconds. Her nightmares of the night replayed again in her head, and when she was fed up of walking, she crashed her back against the trunk of a tree, far enough so no one would see her or try to find her since it was their day off. When she was finally seated, her breathing hard, she burst into tears. She could handle many things but she also needed to let go sometimes of all she was keeping back inside her. She stayed crying here for only god knows how long.
The day was cloudy and cold, but fortunately, Merlin didn’t have to go out and train the recruits today. Today was a day off in the training and he could be back to stay inside his lab for all day, working on several gadget’s improvements. However, when he showed up breakfast, he had been confused : usually, Roxy, being the one in the recruit to get up earlier than anyone else, would always be there, eating something after some physical training he knew she was doing. One could not easily lose military habits. But today, she hadn’t shown up. Merlin had been confused at first but then thought she must still be sleeping, enjoying a good night rest for once. However, what made him suspicious is that she didn’t show up for noon. It wasn’t unusual for some recruits to go in town to see family or just make some shopping, but she had not talk about going into town. The technology genius couldn’t help but to worry. He shouldn’t feel that way but he had developed affection for the young woman : he knew it wasn’t always easy for her, and though he had never witnessed it, he was almost sure that some of the guys were playing it hard for her. It kind of reminded him of his own training. He wasn’t from the richest family, he was nerd, let’s be honest, some sort of an outcast and a lot of his fellows made him remind it every day. Some minutes later, when Roxy’s dog went into his lab, he knew something was definitely off and the animal seemed to want to show him something. He followed, and he was soon outside, the cold air attacking him. But he didn’t care, for the moment he was focus to follow the young woman’s dog that would maybe lead him to her. After what seemed like ages to Merlin, he found the recruit, back against the trunk of a tree, at the very end of the park; she was crying and it seemed she had done so for hours now. She looked up to his stern figure before she saw something else in his eyes, something she couldn’t quite put a finger on. She sniffled and dried her tears, not wanting him to see her in this state any longer. To her complete surprise, he didn’t say anything and just sat next to her, facing the horizon. To say that Roxy was surprised and confused was an understatement, but she said nothing, watched him for a while before imitating him, facing the horizon. After a while in silence, he extended his hand to her, handing her a chocolate bar. She took it and that was then she realized how hungry she was. How stupid she had been to find herself crying for hours and skipping breakfast and lunch because of that snooty bastard of Charlie. She was beginning to get angry at herself when she felt Merlin’s strong hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to him and when she stared into his eyes she calmed down. He knew. Somehow she understood that he knew everything she was feeling, what she was living and it made her feel a little bit better. But what reassured the most, was that he formed a small smile on his lips : he never did that, not even Galahad, who had known him for years, could see him smile. But here she was, seeing him smile to her, something that comforted her. She didn’t have to be angry, it was okay to let it go sometimes, his eyes seemed to say to her. After a while, he got up and extended his hand to her. She took it and he lifted her up on her feet.
“Thank you Merlin.” Roxy said, meeting his eyes. “Let’s get some lunch, you’re starving.” He simply replied before they began to go back inside.
Some days later, as the remaining recruits had to overcome their worst fears, he made a point to make it harder for Charlie and when he saw he didn’t succeed in everything, Merlin couldn’t help but to feel a satisfied smile on his lips.
