hunting south

kayla112112  asked:

Who's your favorite character from South Park? What about couple?

Cartman is a poopy selfish prick but he’s such a amazing character that I can’t help but love him despite how much of a horrible person he is haha 

I love the rivalry relationship between Kyle and him, it’s just so entertaining. And we all know how much Kyle loves hates him to the point it’s pretty gay if you ask me. 

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Video by @bertiegregory. Meet scarface, a huge male jaguar who lives in Brazil’s northern Pantanal. He specialises in hunting caiman, South America’s equivalent of a crocodile. Here, he’s patrolling the river bank in search of his next meal. Check out my profile to see what he’s capable of! Shot on assignment for @stevewinterphoto, @natgeo and @natgeowild. Follow @bertiegregory for more videos from our jaguar project.

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Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, sister Winchester!reader, John Winchester

Words: 2900

Warnings: Injuries and blood (not graphic at all just a little bit), panic attack (it’s not reader who gets it), angst and fluff I guess.

A/N: So, I’ve never had a panic (only a minor anxiety attack if it even was that) and never really seen anyone else have one, fortunately. This is just based on what I’ve seen in movies and heard stories about, so yeah, just wanted to make that clear :) Also, Dean is a smol cinnamon roll who needs a hug. I wish I could give him one. I don’t know why I wrote this, but here goes.

Pre-series/AU! Dean’s age: 19, Readers age: 17, Sam’s age: 15

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Arriving back at the motel, you let out a relieved — yet exhausted — breath you didn’t know you were holding, just as your dad killed the engine of the Impala and everything became quiet.

Glancing over at Sam next to you in the backseat during the still couple of seconds, your gaze was met by his hazel one, barely visible through the darkness. Sam reached up a hand and squeezed your shoulder, and you placed your hand on top of his. Flashing him a small, reassuring smile, you nodded — happy to be back in safety again, all of you in, sort of, on piece.

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skiihawnt  asked:

Play table tennis. Whoever wins gets to publicly humiliate who they choose, or if that's not how you boys roll, the winner gets a food prize or something.

Insecure.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Prompt: “He/She will always be more important to you. I get that now.”

Warnings: Attempted angst to just a tad bit of fluff, jealousy/insecurity. Reader is also around 16 so I’m not sure if that counts or not  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Extra: @winchesters-favorite-girl gave me this little gem during her live stream and we both agreed that angst is great and I’ve never actually written it before, so this one’s for you, Katie!

P.S: Go give Katie’s profile a look! She’s awesome and is such a nice person, plus her writing is absolutely amazing ;) 


To say you were upset was an understatement. 

It’s been obvious since the first time Dean had seen her, your brother had some kind of connection with Claire Novak. 

You couldn’t blame Dean, really. His best friend, Castiel, had basically killed Claire’s father-not on purpose, of course-and her mom had died later too. She lived a long time of her life in darkness of never really knowing what had happened to her father, and, in a way, Sam, and Dean were the same in relation to Mary for a long time. 

You, on the other hand, had met Sam and Dean when you were only a young pre-teen and they had been in their late twenties. Your mom had been killed and the boys had interviewed you for the case, not knowing that there was any type or relation between you three from John. So, of course, you hadn’t known Sam and Dean as long as Claire had, which just made you even more upset since you weren’t as connected to them as she was. 

You were currently back in Sioux Falls with your brothers to visit Jody after a particularly long hunt in upper South Dakota, and after being introduced and planning to stay the night, Dean and Claire had started chatting it up. 

You didn’t know why it made your blood boil so much. Claire was only 18, while you were younger by a simple two years. It really wasn’t much when you thought about it, but it was also two more years that she had known Sam and Dean. This wasn’t the first time this had happened though, and you always felt more excluded every time than the last when it did.

You started zoning into your own head and realizing that Dean probably like Claire more than you. It was stupid to think, but you couldn’t help it with seeing the way he spoke to her so easily, laughing in the conversation-thing she didn’t do with you. You felt your eyes line with tears as you stared in front of you, your own thoughts becoming too much as you tried to blink back the water in your eyes.

Sam turned his head and looked at you with concern, noticing how you were slouched into the couch with your arms over your chest and eyes glossed over. You didn’t look angry or upset, but you had that look on your face where you were feeling so much you couldn’t convey it-and that was a look that only your brothers knew.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Sam said, taking a sip of the beer Jody had graciously given him, “you okay?” 

All conversation stopped and all eyes turned to you as you tried to sink deeper into Jody’s couch. Dean’s brow furrowed at you and Claire just simply stared while Alex and Jody looked between you and Sam. 

“Fine.” You mumbled sadly, avoiding eye contact with either of your brothers. Your eyes still remained on the floor and the awkward tension in the room suddenly made you feel like your gut was twisting. 

“You sure, sweetheart?” Jody asked kindly, glancing at Sam when she realized you weren’t going to look at her. “You want to talk about it?”

“M’fine.” You said again, voice cracking as you stood up and felt a few tears flow down your face as you walked to the front door, opening it and slipping out and closing the door behind you. You stood outside and sat on the porch, covering your face in your hands and letting out a sob. 

What was so different about you and Claire? You both hunted, you were both the same age, you both did okay in school, plus various other things. Was she just better than you in general? Did Dean ever even want to have a sister in the first place, or maybe he just wanted someone to be close with without all the extra baggage?

You pressed your face harder against your hands to try and muffle your sobs when the front door squeaked open. You didn’t realize it when the door shut and someone sat next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You involuntarily flinched and the hand slipped away, causing you to pull your hands down and see Dean sitting next to you, looking concerned. 

You sniffled and Dean opened his mouth to say something but closed it just as fast. You were semi-grateful since you didn’t really want to talk right now, especially to Dean. You pulled your knees closer to you and folded your arms across them, placing your head in your arms.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean asked, and you shook your head in between your arms. “Okay…” Dean said awkwardly, placing a hand on your back and rubbing up and down softly. 

After a few moments of silence and Dean rubbing your back, you got up enough courage to speak.

“I feel like you hate me…” You said into your arms, your voice muffled from the sleeves of your hoodie. 

“What?” Dean asked in concern, his hand stopping movements on your back as you reluctantly lifted your head to look at him with a tear streaked face and puffy eyes. 

“I feel like you hate me.” You repeated, stealing a glance at Dean. “Not, like, all the time! Just, whenever your around… ugh…” You struggled with getting your words out and shoved your face in your hands again. 

“You…” Dean said slowly, trying not to make you cry again. “You think I hate you?” 

“No!” You said, taking your face out of your hands, and looking at your brother while letting out a sigh. “I don’t think you totally hate me, just when…” You let out an exasperated sigh and looked at Dean, whose face was filled with worry.

“When Claire’s around.” You finished. You looked at Dean, who nodded slowly at you, trying to get you to continue so he could understand. 

“It’s just, I’m always excluded whenever we come over here and you hang out with her. And then the days after you’ll barely talk to me.” There was silence as you talked, Dean listening intently to you so he could understand your point. 

She’ll always be more important to you. I get that now. But.. just… am I just not good enough for you or something?” You asked seriously, feeling bad after because of the way Dean’s face fell and turned into one of hurt. 

“(Y/N),” Dean started, looking at you sadly, “I can never hate you. You’re my baby sister. And Claire isn’t more important than you. You’re the only teenage girl I need in my life. Why would you think otherwise?”

“Just…” You let out a sigh and started to twiddle your thumbs in your lap. “I don’t know. You’ve known her longer and she just seems cool and more like you than I am and-” 

“Hey.” Dean said softly, cutting you off suddenly. “You’re your own person, (Y/N). You don’t have to be like me for me to like hanging out with you. She’s never going to replace you, you know that, right? Do you know why?” 

You stayed silent as Dean placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Because you’re my baby sister. And no one else can fill that job but you.” 

You looked at Dean with tear filled eyes and sniffled, him wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. 

“Sorry I was stupid…” You mumbled, burying your face into the leather of Dean’s jacket. 

“You’re not stupid, kiddo.” Dean replied, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “But you know that I love you, right?” 

“Yeah, I know” You sniffled, wrapping your free arm around Dean. “I love you too, Dean.”

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I’m legit half asleep while writing this and it’s so bad but I hope you guys enjoy, haha.