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I’m pretty sure those are ptarmigan tracks, not those of a rabbit who got scooped up by something! They’re birds that hop through the snow and then leave those snow-angel imprints when they take off.
I’d also honestly be kind of surprised if a predatory bird swooping down on a prey animal just left nice clean imprints like that and not a bigger disturbance in the snow.
This took an interesting twist and i gotta say i am very fond of how it ended.
it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.
example:
it’s been well-documented for a long time that urban spaces are more
dangerous for kids than they are for adults. but common wisdom has
generally held that that’s just the way things are because kids are
inherently vulnerable. and because policymakers keep operating under the assumption that there’s nothing that can be done about kids being less safe in cities because that’s just how kids are, the danger they face in public spaces like
streets and parks has been used as an excuse for marginalizing and regulating them out of
those spaces.
(by the same people who then complain about kids being inside playing video games, I’d imagine.)
thing is, there’s no real evidence to suggest that kids are inescapably less safe in urban spaces. the causality goes the other way: urban spaces are safer for adults because they are designed for adults, by adults, with an adult perspective and experience in mind.
the city of Oslo, Norway recently started a campaign to take a new perspective on urban planning. quite literally a new perspective: they started looking at the city from 95 centimeters off the ground - the height of the average three-year-old. one of the first things they found was that, from that height, there were a lot of hedges blocking the view of roads from sidewalks. in other words, adults could see traffic, but kids couldn’t.
pop quiz: what does not being able to see a car coming do to the safety of pedestrians? the city of Oslo was literally designed to make it more dangerous for kids to cross the street. and no one realized it until they took the laughably small but simultaneously really significant step of…lowering their eye level by a couple of feet.
so Oslo started trimming all its decorative roadside vegetation down. and what was the first result they saw? kids in Oslo are walking to school more, because it’s safer to do it now. and that, as it turns out, reduces traffic around schools, making it even safer to walk to school.
so yeah. this is the kind of important real-life impact all that silly social justice nonsense of recognizing adultism as a massive structural problem can have. stop ignoring 1/3 of the population when you’re deciding what the world should look like and the world gets better a little bit at a time.
Empathy and universal design are for more than just people with disabilities.
Also, I love this quote: “it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.”
“They had this song, before they got married, that they loved. Cheek to Cheek, you know? And they’d look so damn sad when it’d play on the record, even though he asked her to marry her to that fuckin’ song. Had to tell Sammy to stop playing that record cause they hated to be reminded of their marriage so much.” Dean swallowed. “Hell, the song feels more like a funeral march than anything else after a childhood of that. Promise me? Promise me we won’t be like that? Together and hating each other for it?”
Castiel took in a mouthful of smoke and lied. “I promise.”
Here are a couple of some amazing Destiel fics that I’ve read fairly recently, plus one wip…but it’s so worth it!: Fic descriptions from AO3:
Parachutes by @chaoticdean 81.6k / Explicit After 15 years, a wedding in Vegas 12 years ago, and half a dozen impulsive decisions (including a matching tattoo they still see daily), Dean and Castiel are getting a divorce.
It’s been six months since they’ve separated, and Dean is still in denial, back in his childhood bedroom at Bobby and Ellen’s. On the other side of town, Cas is playing the dangerous games of how-many-shifts-in-the-ED-can-I-pick-up-before-collapsing and will-my-liver-survive-to-see-another-day.
Then Dean gets called in the middle of the night by Sioux Falls General Hospital, telling him his husband’s life is hanging by a thread after getting hit by a car on his way back home.
A coma, serious injuries and several surgeries later, Cas is back home with mandatory presence required to help him with reeducation and monitoring his progress. And against all odds, Dean is the one staying around to help.
Dean and Cas’ respective worlds get thrown for another ride, shifting perspectives again.
What if things between them were salvageable? What if everything wasn’t the way they thought it was in the first place? Is it worth trying to glue the pieces back together?
An exercise in healing and second chances.
Have You Ever Seen The Rain? by @zationao3 81.6k Explicit Thoroughly fed up with Dean’s inability to open up emotionally, Cas walks away only to find comfort in another man’s embrace.
Or, The one where Dean realizes his mistakes, but will there be enough time?
All That’s Left Is Hurt by @inacatastrophicmind (upto 9/12 chapters) 76.8k Mature After defeating Chuck, Dean expects that Jack, who is now the new God, will be able to bring back Cas, but unfortunately, Jack can’t. The entity of the Empty has managed to hide Cas from Jack, and all he can do, is wait for the entity of the Empty to make a mistake and release its grip on Castiel, which might take at least a century.
Dean, shattered by the fact that he is going to have to live his life without Cas, mourning him for the rest of his days, drowns himself into the unforgiving and painful sea of grief. And as much as he wants to give up on life, he forces to keep going, because he doesn’t want Cas’ sacrifice to be for nothing, even if the simple act of breathing hurts.
Unable to stay in the bunker anymore, haunted by the many memories he shared with Cas, Dean leaves the bunker and ends up buying a house near a lake. The house needs a lot of restoration, but Dean decides to work on it, hoping that if Cas is ever brought back from the Empty, he will have a nice home to come back to, even if Dean is no longer alive.
Fic whare dean thinks cas is dropping proposal hints but he is just really bad at hiding that he is going to propose so they end up proposing to each other at the same time
It’s nice, getting to take care of his family, getting to heal his family. Dean’s always been looking out for everyone else, was raised for it, bred for it even, and he’s made his peace with that. Held his baby brother in his arms and he knew what he was made for, going to sleep in beige hotel rooms stained in dark browns and reds with a baby in one hand and a revolver in the other.
He’s never gotten to offer healing, saving, before. It’s the first time since he was a kid that looking out for family didn’t mean guns and death and revenge.
