#How the Light Gets In

[mortalpractice]

Instructions for the Journey

The self you leave behind is only a skin you have outgrown. Don’t grieve for it. Look to the wet, raw, unfinished self, the one you are becoming. The world, too, sheds its skin: politicians, cataclysms, ordinary days. It’s easy to lose this tenderly unfolding moment. Look for it as if it were the first green blade after a long winter. Listen for it as if it were the first clear tone in a place where dawn is heralded by bells.

And if all that fails,

wash your own dishes. Rinse them. Stand in your kitchen at your sink. Let cold water run between your fingers. Feel it.

—Pat Schneider, How the Light Gets In

[reinedeslys-central]

Quotes from fic that mean everything

quote #1: The fic is 'How the Light Gets In' by 13434x, it's a canon div drarry fic on ao3, go read it!! But I'm going to quote the last line so maybe don't scroll if you don't want a spoiler (I don't think it's counts but idk)?

"How the Light Gets In" by 13434x, drarry canon div sixth year fix-it (maybe?) and the last line just got me!!

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52194727#main

"I'm sorry mother, he lamented, Potter’s heavy hand, unwavering in its place, glowing like the most precious of gold in his periphery, for I have always been weak for bright things."

'I'm sorry mother for I have always been weak for bright things' are you KIDDING ME THAT IS SUCH A LINE OML I LOVE IT

[laurelwinchester]

Fic: How the Light Gets In (Dean Winchester/Laurel Lance)

I’M ALIVE, Y’ALL!

Okay, let’s get this horror story on the road.

Additional warnings for this chapter: Honestly, there are so many additional warnings for this chapter that I urge you to just read the list of warnings at the top of this chapter on AO3. There is going to be a lot going on in these next few chapters when it comes to horror and also when it comes to motherhood.

Also, if you already have a phobia of birds, things are going to get a bit dodgy from here on out.

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Chapter Twenty Two

Milk

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''You left town to lead Edie away from us,'' he says. ''She's back now and so are you. It's a moot point.''

''Dean, you know it's not just about - ''

''Relax,'' he cuts in tersely. ''I'm not asking you to come home.''

She knows that she has no right to be upset by the dismissal, but she is. ''Oh.''

''But you're back in town, you seem to be sticking around, and Mary needs you,'' he says. ''She needs to be able to see you and hear your voice. I get that you're not ready to come home and I'm trying to respect that, but it's been over a week since you got back and if this separation is going to last however long it's going to last, we have to figure out a way to get you to her. I know you're worried about Edie and what could happen, so it's - I mean, I'll be there too. If you feel like something's about to go down, I'll get her out of there. But she needs you.'' He is steady as he says this, resolute, determined, but calm, like maybe he has practiced this speech, thought long and hard about it. But she likes to think she knows him pretty well by now and she knows how to hear what's simmering underneath. There is desperation in his voice.

Something has spooked him.

That makes two of them.

''Laurel?'' His voice is gentle, but exasperated. ''You still there?''

''I'm here,'' she says. ''I'm here. I'm just, uh, a little...'' She drops her head into her hand briefly, palm pressed against her forehead. ''What are you thinking? Like a... a supervised visitation kind of thing?'' She lifts her head and looks up at the ceiling, shaking her head, pushing away the tears.

Last month, they were in California, just the three of them, their little family, walking the beach at sunset, taking five thousand pictures of Mary in her puffy blue coat over her purple sparkly dress making sandcastles. They listened to old records and ate good food and slept peacefully. The sun shone on them. They were the calmest they had ever been.

Last April, she was happy. She had moved past her birth trauma, she thought she had moved past her postpartum depression, she was looking forward to having more children, doing it all over again, moving into a bigger house, living the life she had always wanted with everything she could have hoped for. She was sober, employed, working hard at being a good mom, a good wife, a good person. She was, in a lot of ways, peaceful. She was working on a happy ending.

Now she gets supervised visitation.

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[fragmentsandabstracts]

The little book on spiritual wellness for these astonishing times.

From living through the pandemic to being thrust into a present-day American culture whose democracy and basic humanity are being threatened, we are experiencing a life that has become more surreal, more unpredictable, and more challenging every day. 

HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN (which you may recognize as taking its title from a Leonard Cohen lyric) offers a practical guide of 10 principles to aid in taking care of our spirits, keeping sanity, serenity, and joy in our daily toolbox, living with greater authenticity, and staving off the harmful effects of the “fight or flight” mechanism of a sympathetic nervous system in hyperdrive. It does not propose we shut our eyes on the world we live in, but that we cultivate stronger, more lasting practices with which to sanely take on our current world, while maintaining crucial emotional and spiritual wellness through self-reflection, personal application, and joy agendas.

It's a sweet little trifle (often playful) with writings and drawings that nonetheless is power-packed. And it's available on Amazon as of its publication date, April 18 (Good Friday), 2025.

[katsinspats]

I think my copy of the game is broken they've been doing this for 30 minutes

Crop of the Biolizard edit I did bc it makes me laugh:

[linkeduniverse]

[000bun]

[dailymothanon]

I can’t believe he so totally inherited his mama Ravage’s cat eyes 😌 the half blindness was just because I could honestly (purely experimental I doubt this is the face I’d keep for him exactly); but if you were to squint you could say that his intense hearing/telepathy from the intense and constant inputs caused migraines (or from the stress of all the inputs) that caused it to go blind (yes migraines can do that), Or simply he had damaged his optic way long ago and having been on the streets And near insanity it simply was left untreated 😌

But I have heard that bats when they use their vision (at least for shorter distances) instead of echolocation they do actually tend to crash more frequently cuz the visual inputs mess up their audial information… figured it could be the same for Soundwave, where being half blind actually makes him feel more comfortable since he hears so intensely

Also I wasn’t sure how a cybertronian’s eye would get cloudy so. I did one way here the pupil would just fade severely/just about offline completely, and another referencing actual animal blind cat eyes

[soussune]

[batsyheere]

Bruce tries to adopt Ellie, who is immediately against it. She keeps throwing him off her trail and he keeps tracking her down. She's honestly concerned, and normally she would handle her problems by herself- but this is Batman.

So when Bruce gets a little too close and Ellie is just so tired... she calls for Danny.

"Mom!"

Cue college student, perpetually tired and overworked Danny "High King Phantom" Fenton appearing from the very shadows Batman normally does himself, seeing the situation and going off at this "clearly older man" chasing his daughter in the middle of the night.

Cue the most elaborate "stop trying to adopt my kid before I adopt yours" series of battles

[starscream-is-my-wife]

LL Megatron gets transported to the G1 cartoon (pre movie) guns don't kill anyone, everyone is more focused on their one liners then battle, wizards are real, days dont mean anything, what a silly universe

Edit: Comic based on this idea here

[salmonlyster]

please dont take this too seriously

[laurelwinchester]

Fic: How the Light Gets In (Dean Winchester/Laurel Lance)

I'M BACK!

Additional warnings for this chapter: The biggest warning for this chapter is for Sin and Lady Shiva's background. Her background is dark and includes neglect, mental, emotional, and physical child abuse, starvation, violence, conditioning, and mentions of sex trafficking, murder, and extreme violence against women. Please proceed with caution when reading her parts.

Blanket warning for body horror and gore - especially related to illness and childbirth, so if you're easily squicked by those things, the next few chapters are going to get a bit dicey.

Also, the bird and drowning themes are really about to pop off in some potentially uncomfortable ways.

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Twenty Three

What Kind of Mother

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''Canary!'' Sin comes running, dropping to her side, grabbing onto her arm. She looks like she is about to start crying. ''You're hurt.''

''I'm okay,'' Laurel assures her. ''I'm fine. You need to get out of here.''

''No!'' Sin shakes her head adamantly, eyes wide. ''I'm not leaving you!''

''Oh, look at that,'' Shiva says, pulling herself to her hands and knees. ''Your silly little fan has no idea what a bumbling fool you are, does she?''

''She's not,'' Sin cries out, clenching her hands into fists. ''She's the Black Canary!''

''And I,'' Shiva begins, rising effortlessly to her feet, ''am Lady Shiva. You'd do well to remember that, little Piglet.''

''So what?'' Sin's face contorts into anger. ''Nobody cares about Lady Shiva,'' she shrieks out, with the audacity only a child could have. ''Black Canary's better than you ever could be!''

Laurel blinks.

Oh my god, she's about to be murdered in an alley because her deranged cousin's mercenary girlfriend has beef with a six year old.

In all fairness, that does sound like something that would happen to her. Last year, she was murdered by some sad little loser who thought of himself as a wizard and only jabbed her with an arrow to punish the men around her. That was arguably a worse way to die.

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[crabsnpersimmons]

saw this funny headline and decided to draw funny things:

today's other headlines:

Sun FNAF is a menace to society and negatively contributes to climate change

"No More Sun!" misunderstood naptime attendant is lauded as a hero as supporters say he was right all along and he did nothing wrong

Scientists cite Eclipse as their inspiration saying, "Sun bullied me for my paper pall, but Eclipse comforted me and wished me happy birthday."

[canisalbus]

[smilingberryy]

Comfort