If there is a will there IS a way. U may not be able to do it the same way that non disabled people can, but you still can do it
I used to think that way too, before I got sick. I used to think that if I was just stubborn enough - and I’m really stubborn - then “where there’s a will there’s a way” and somehow I could do whatever I set my mind to.
But it’s simply a fact of reality that this isn’t true. It’s not being “negative” to acknowledge reality, to acknowledge that having a disability limits my abilities. That’s literally what it means. A Deaf person can’t hear, a blind person can’t see, a paralyzed person can’t walk, an autistic person can’t be allistic, and I can’t live the life of a healthy person. That’s not me giving up, that’s me acknowledging reality.
My illness prevents me from doing many of the things I want to do. I don’t “let” it stop me, it just stops me. If I tried to “find a way” to live like a healthy person, I would get so sick that I would collapse. Positive thoughts don’t make my pain and fatigue go away, it doesn’t allow me to think clearly or have the strength to leave the house more often.
I know this is hard to accept, but there is nothing I can do to change this.
I do what I can to improve my health, I test my boundaries to see if I can do more than I think I can do, and I keep trying every single day. But a strong will can’t change a weak body. Wishing and wanting and trying can’t stop the bacteria that are ravaging and polluting my body, it can’t stop my immune system from attacking my organs, it can’t solve the mystery illnesses of fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. If the disease kills me, it won’t be because I didn’t try hard enough.
Believe me, if wanting to be healthy made you healthy, I’d be the healthiest fucking person alive. If wanting to be abled made you abled, we would be abled.
But a good attitude simply can’t fix a broken meat suit, and you healthy and abled people need to accept that too.
You think you’re helping by telling me I can accomplish whatever I set my mind to, but you need to stop mindlessly pushing that ableist concept and realize that I don’t HAVE to be able to do whatever I set my mind to in order to be a worthwhile person. I don’t HAVE to “find a way” to be good enough. I AM good enough even though I can’t do the same things as healthy, abled people.
Summary: Just like his freckles and bowlegs, Dean’s slight pudge has always been a part of himself that he’s never felt completely comfortable with. After a few miserable days of unsuccessful dieting and choking down rabbit food, Cas reminds him exactly how beautiful he is.
“You’re getting kinda chubby!”
Charlie makes this remark lightly, offhandedly, as she passes by Dean on the way to breakfast that morning: Dean had been stretching his arms overhead in a yawn so that his cotton shirt rode up over his stomach, which Charlie takes the opportunity to poke.
Startled, he looks down just in time to see the disconcerting way in which her fingertip sort of smushes into the soft, freckly flesh.
Dean halts in his tracks, blinking comprehensively. “Wait, what?” is all he can think to say.
Charlie, who’d been nonchalantly continuing on her way down the hall, turns to look at him. “Well, you don’t have to sound so offended about it,” she laughs. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything!”
Dean folds his arms defensively. “Then what did you mean, Charles?”
“First of all, I answer only to Charlie, Ms. Bradbury, or the Illustrious Queen of Moondoor. Next, I just meant you put on a couple pounds. Maybe getting a bit of a tummy. It’s no big deal.”
Dean looks comprehensively down at his stomach. Now that he thinks about it, he has been eating more these days – he’s been going through sort of a “nesting period” during his relationship with Cas: lots of baking pies, burgers, etc. He didn’t think it was noticeable.
Taking note of the gravity of his expression, Charlie laughs, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “You don’t have to look so glum about it! It’s cute.”
Dean glowers at her, tugging self consciously at his t-shirt. “M’not cute,” he mutters grouchily. “I’m a warrior.”
Charlie laughs again. “Alright, warrior. Hurry up and take care of your morning breath – Kevin’s making waffles again!”
With that, Charlie skips off down the hall, leaving Dean to steep in his juices. He lets Charlie laugh it off, of course – he knows she didn’t mean any harm – but the fact is, Dean’s always known he’s had a little bit of pudge around his midsection, and he’s always been the slightest bit insecure about it. Just like his freckles and bowlegs, it’s one of the things about himself that he’s never particularly liked.
His one solace was convincing himself that these features weren’t as noticeable to everyone else as they are to him. Now, that seems to have changed.
Dean pulls up the rim of his shirt, noting sourly the way in which his pudge protrudes slightly over the waistband of his pajama pants.
Imagine being the nephiliim daughter of Lucifer born during the apocalypse and being part of the McCall Pack and one day after Lucifer escapes the cage via Castiel he comes to see you at school.
“(Y/N)” a voice from behind you startled the pack. Spinning around you say the angel, Castiel.
“Cas?” You questioned not entirely sure it was him because something seemed off.
This will be an extremely basic explanation of how astral projection works. This is only one of several paths to the astral. Many also use lucid dreaming.
I will break it into three steps. At each step there are countless methods and tricks, and you will need to find one that works for you.
Trance Induction: First, you must be in the right mindset. This is also the first step of hypnosis and most meditation. It may be achieved by breathwork, visualizations, and many other methods. I will include my favorite.
Lay down comfortably, relax, deep breaths. In through nose out through mouth. Focus on one muscle at a time and relax each one from the toes up.
Leaving Your Body: The next step is bilocation, the out of body experience.
Now that you are in a trance state, visualize moving the self without the body. For this you must become conscious that you are not your body. You are a soul wearing a body. A meat suit. Feel where your body ends and you begin. Feel that you are inside your body but not part of it.
Now attempt to move your true self, your etheric body, without moving the meat suit. Starting with a finger is easiest. Once you can do that, slowly sit up out of your body. Look around, stand up and look back at your unoccupied body. You may also be able to see the “silver cord” of energy which connects you to your body when you are not in it. This is how you will be able to find your way back if you get into real trouble.
Enter Another Plane: Now you need to leave this plane for another. There are countless visualizations for this. Stepping through a mirror, climbing a tree, or a mountain. A staircase into the earth for other planes. Some form of crossing a boundary, preferably symbolic of your destination, and with a firm idea in your mind of where you want to go.
Prompt: Can you plz do a series where the Reader and “Dean” r Dating? BUT It’s Demon Dean now so she rly doesn’t like him (knows it’s not her Dean) But he kidnaps the reader; due to wanting her as a “mate” or life partner?and holds her captive & drags her around the country. With Smut and Deanmon Flirting to try to tease her and get her to be with him? (Tries hard but it doesn’t rly work) She loves him of course cause it’s Dean (been together for years) but at the same time she knows he’s gone.
Author’s note: Hello :) So this is based of of my first request. Thank you to the Nonnie which requested this, it really put my brain to work. Anyways I hope you like it. :)
You sat at the edge of your bed in the motel room staring
at an old picture of you and Dean. Dean went missing a couple months ago. The two
of you had been together for almost 4 years and one day you woke up and rolled
over on the bed only to find an empty space next to you. You called out his
name a few times getting no response. So you walked over to Sam’s room it
entering it without knocking not caring at all “Y/N what are yo-“ you cut him
off “Where is Dean?” Sam looked at you confused. “I thought he was with you.”
Sam said concerned. You didn’t say anything just turned around and looked out
the window into the parking lot searching for the impala. That’s when you
noticed the parking space where the impala was parked was empty now. You immediately
went back to your room and grabbed your phone off the table calling Dean’s
phone, only to hear it ringing just a few feet away. You screamed in anger and
threw your phone to the floor. Sam rushed through the door when he heard you
scream. “THAT FUCKING DUMBASS LEFT HIS DAMN PHONE!!” you yelled at Sam. “Look
Y/N we’ll find him don’t worry” That was almost 5 months ago the first 2 months
were the hardest you wasn’t use to going to bed alone simply cause the past 4
years you slept in his arms. By the 3rd month it still wasn’t easy
but you were beginning to get used to it. It hurt like hell, but you got used
to it. Sam and you were still hunting; Sam thought it be a way to get your mind
off stuff. It really didn’t unfortunately. You and Sam had just finished your
most recent hunt and went to a bar to celebrate. Your idea, not his. You two
spent awhile talking about different stuff and all that. He went back to the
bartender for the 3rd time to get you guys another drink. You were
doing something on your phone when someone sat where Sam had just been sitting.
You looked up thinking it was Sam but you couldn’t be more wrong. You sat
there, eyes wide and shocked. It was Dean, your boyfriend the love of your life
you couldn’t believe it. “Hey baby girl” he said smirking. Just in that moment
Sam came back with your drinks. Once he noticed his brother he was just as
shocked as you were; after a while of talking to what appeared to be Dean. You
and the boys went back to the motel. Dean insisted you ride with him in the impala
but you really didn’t want to, something in your gut was saying that this just
wasn’t right. “C’mon baby.” Dean said grabbing you by your waist and pulling
you into him. You moved you hand to your side where you kept you knife.
Reassured that it was there you faked a smile and agreed. As you were headed
back to the motel it was silent, your hand was in Deans. You broke the silence
asking, “Why the hell did you just leave?” “Wow. That’s what you go with to
break the silence. Okay well I left because I needed to get away. You know
leave the hunting life for a while.” You just looked at him in disbelief. “What?
It’s the truth, sorry if you don’t like it.” “Dean. Something has happened to
you and I’m not sure what but I’m determined to find out.” You said with a
stern voice. He pulled into an empty parking space at the hotel, “You stay
right there.” Dean said as he got out of the car, you noticed he was walking
around the car to your side opening the door for you. That’s when you knew
something wasn’t right. Dean held doors open for you yes but not the car door. “Come
on princess.” He said extending his arm out to you. You got out of the car taking
his hand you then saw Sam walking back from the front office. He saw you and Dean
he waved his hand and walked over to you “Here’s the key to the other room.”
Sam said handing you the key and he smiled big “Other room?” you asked Sam. “Yeah
I went and got a second room for you guys.” “Thanks Sammy” Dean said patting
his shoulder. “We’ll see you in the morning.” Dean added. You and Dean went into the room and he got
into bed patting the empty space next to him. You caved, and crawled in the bed
beside him. He wrapped his arms around you and it wasn’t even 5 minutes and you
were asleep in his arms. You thought everything was finally falling into place
like it should. That’s what you thought until you woke up.
I giggle to myself whenever I think about Hannigram as Murder Husbands...
They would be so cute in their murderous romance…how could you NOT appreciate that ?
Like….matching murder suits, you guys….and quips about who has to clean up and what not. And maybe a snafu or two because Will is still learning the ropes of being a sexy serial killer with his also sexy murder husband, Hanni.
Oh and also, I see Will calling Hannibal “Hanni” once or twice to get some sort of reaction out of him.
will YOU donate your meat suit to a worm in need this holiday giving season? Charity is easier than you think–just take a nighttime stroll through the seedy area of the woods to set up an appointment with our de-fleshing experts now!
“Both Michael and you wanted destruction and the end of the free will, I couldn’t stand with you this time, you know that I raise up against injustice, and that was one!”
“So you joined a stupid angel who gave me his meat suit and two stupid humans. I thought you were an archangel, not a stupid little creature.”
“This stupid creature was punished by our Father because she/he took your defense when you fell. I was jailed and tortured. I couldn’t go out and Michael had me. Father left because he was ashamed. And when I see what we’ve done, what we didn’t do, I think we have to be ashamed too. And you the first.”
A/N: This is my submission for @kas-not-cas 2.5K dialogue challenge. Congratulations on the followers, darling! That’s amazing and you deserve so many more! They’re not due until July, but inspiration hit me pretty hard with this one, and for once, things just sort of flowed. Hope you guys like it!