#russell

[hayaomiyazaki]

Gabriel Byrne as Lord Byron and Julian Sands as Percy Shelley GOTHIC — 1986 dir. Ken Russell

[inacatastrophicmind]

Supernatural and Tracker parallels (or Jensen never letting go of Dean and SPN)

[ivqnx]

no doubts, a literal starboy (idek what am i saying)

[avesdraws]

deals

[aborddelimpala]

Tracker 2.02 | Ontological Shock | Russell Shaw Appreciation

[hapituri]

LINE stickers!

[stickmenlover]

Wth am i drawing happy tree friends after 5 years of not watching it 🤯

[mrs-saturday]

So…

How about this for a comeback fic???

[daisilynn]

LPS but instead they’re in a band called The Gorillaz what a weird wacky idea…..

[unsafescapewolf]

Summer doodles part 12!

[meep-meep-richie]

he's such a wife

[cheynovak]

Kiss and make up

Russell x Y/N girlfriend

Summary: Russell is a little too at ease and relaxed in his new relationship with Y/N giving another girl a compliment that automatically makes Y/N a little insecure.

Warnings: none

English isn't my first language

Please do not copy my work. Likes/Comments/Sharing are appreciated.

Thank you @jackles010378 for sharing this picture 📸

Russell had always been the playful type. From the moment we started dating, he took immense joy in teasing me, finding my reactions amusing. Today had started no differently, the usual banter flying between us as we strolled down the busy street.

"Ooh I tried those jeans before." I said while looking at the pair in the window of the store. "Didn't do much for my figure unfortunately. But they are so cute."

Russell seemed uninterested and looked inside the store. But then, he made that comment—casual, offhand, about a stunning sales woman, with long legs and effortless beauty, but most importantly... half my size.

"Works for her. Shows her ass nicely." He nodded inside. My eyes followed his.

It was like a switch flipped inside me. I didn’t respond. Not a word. I just kept walking, feeling a sudden heaviness in my chest, the weight of my insecurities crashing down on me. My thoughts spiraled—was I not enough? Was he admiring her because I couldn’t compare? I knew better, deep down, but emotions don’t always listen to reason.

Russell, oblivious, kept chatting, his laughter and jokes filling the silence I maintained. He didn’t notice I was pulling away—until we got home.

As soon as the door closed behind us, the change in my mood hit him. I dropped my bag on the floor and headed for the kitchen, avoiding his eyes, the tension radiating off me in waves. There was a moment of quiet before I heard his footsteps behind me. "Hey, babe," he called softly, his voice shifting from carefree to concerned. "What’s wrong?"

I stayed silent, pouring myself a glass of water, the cool liquid not doing much to soothe the heat in my chest. He frowned, watching me, and then realization dawned. I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t stupid—he could read me better than anyone else, and he must have replayed the day in his head because he finally got it.

“Oh,” he said softly, a hint of guilt creeping into his tone. “That comment. You know I didn’t mean anything by it, right?”

I didn’t look at him. Instead, I turned away, busying myself with anything but him. His teasing had always been lighthearted, harmless. But today, it hit a nerve. I wasn’t mad, just... hurt. And I knew he hadn’t meant to, but that didn’t make it feel any less real.

He sighed, stepping closer, and I could sense him trying to figure out how to fix this. "You know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, right? I only have eyes for you," he murmured, trying to break the ice.

When I didn’t respond, he moved in front of me, bending slightly so I had no choice but to see him. "Baby, I meant if she could pull it off so can you."

That’s when he pulled that face. The one he knew I could never resist. His lips pressed together, forming an exaggerated pout, his eyes wide with a mix of fake sadness and amusement. His attempt to look contrite was almost comical, and he knew it. He was daring me to stay mad.

“Come on, don't be mad” he whined playfully, his lips still in that ridiculous pout. “Kiss and make up?”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to give in too quickly, but I could already feel my resolve slipping. He leaned in even closer, “Please? I won’t stop until you smile. You know you want to… You can't resist this baby.”

I couldn’t help it—a small chuckle escaped before I could stop myself. He grinned at that, his face lighting up in triumph. “There it is!” he exclaimed, dropping the pout and pulling me into his arms.

He wrapped me up in his warmth, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to my forehead.

His arms tightening around me. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, babe. You’re the only one I see, I had no idea it would make you insecure. You're so confident all the time. Besides I love those curves,."

I sighed into his embrace, finally letting go of the tension that had been sitting between us. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” I mumbled against his chest.

“Maybe, but at least I’m your idiot"

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[inacatastrophicmind]

Supernatural 12x19/ Tracker 1x12

Guys, it's the same motel and the same door 3

[ivqnx]

Haiiiii I have an art request if you feel up to it! Would you like to draw Vietnam!Adler having a nap? Your art style is so cute aaa

Have a good dayyy

sorry yall im trying to ans all these asks! 👯‍♀️

it doesn’t turns out really great but it’ll do, might keep this colouring style 🤔

[avesdraws]

soldier being dive bombed by a great tit that's very not happy about them being near its nest