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For Jernica Quiñones, the reality of sudden infant death syndrome, or SIDS, hit close to home this year when a friend woke up on New Year’s Day and discovered the lifeless body of her baby girl.

That’s why Quiñones’ 4-month-old son, Bless'n, has spent a lot of his life so far sleeping in a cardboard box.

The 33-year-old mother of five took part in a program in New Jersey that promotes safe sleep education through the distribution of “baby boxes” that double as bassinets.

“Some mothers can’t buy a Pack-n-Play or a crib,” Quiñones says. And that can lead to bed sharing, a risk factor for SIDS.

The program is a riff on Finland’s well-known baby box, or maternity package, which the government gives to expectant mothers who get a prenatal checkup: It’s the box, plus clothing, blankets and other supplies.

Now that Finnish model is making inroads in the U.S., but with a twist. Instead of being a prenatal incentive, it’s being used to deliver a postpartum safe sleep message.

States Give New Parents Baby Boxes To Encourage Safe Sleep Habits

Photos: Maddie McGarvey for NPR

Ear Biscuits: Uncut

So Ear Biscuits got released at midnight eastern time last night, and my trusty podcast app, Overcast (not a sponsor, but seriously, best podcast app ever), immediately downloaded it for me and gave me a notification for it as I got in bed. I caved and listened to the first few seconds just to see if it really was the episode or if it was I don’t know, a blank file? This is what I heard.

The episode that was released about 20 minutes AFTER this one does not start like this. I recorded all the way to the actual episode opener, though my version doesn’t have the intro music playing over it.

Sorry about the audio quality, I tried to reduce the noise as much as possible. What you’re listening to is a recording of my phone playing a recording, so there was only so much I could do. But it’s worth a listen just to hear an innuendo-laden exchange between Rhett and Link involving soft and hard sticks.

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TID Appreciation Week: Day One (Favorite Character)

William Owen Herondale

  « Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. »

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taehyung, the type to stare you down when he’s in the mood to show affection. you look away? he sighs dramatically and tilts his head to watch you. you’re in bed reading or something like that? he is laying his head in your lap and playing with your hair while watching you read.

a moment in time

The distant sounds of wind chimes tinkling outside, and birds singing, and children laughing and playing.

Sunshine strays onto Lance’s face. Pots and pans clink in the kitchen. He opens his eyes and sees the room, his room, aglow with golden light. Early morning. When his gaze shifts to the window, the sky is a bright, pure blue.

It’s quiet and soft, and the bed underneath him is warm with sleep. He sits up. 

There’s a sigh next to him, so he turns. The boy beside him is curled in a silly position, his pale, exposed back arched slightly, and his head twisted so his face is mushed against the pillow. His black hair is tangled in an atrocious puff, but he sleeps on, unashamed.

Lance grins widely. His hand fumbles on the bedside table for his phone; he grabs it, unlocks it, and snaps a picture. It will be wonderful blackmail material at some point.

The hissing of a tea kettle down the hallway pricks his ears, and the distinctive humming of his mother. His impish smile fades into something softer; the wind chimes make their music, and the children giggle faintly. 

His eyes slide back to the sleeping form, whose face is finally free from the permanent downward slant of brows that Lance had grown so used to seeing. Now, there’s only a calm peace. No tension, no strain.

He feels something big settle behind his chest, some heavy emotion rising in his throat. Impulsively, he leans down and ghosts his lips over Keith’s temple. He lies back against the pillow. His hand hovers, hesitant, then smooths gently through the dark mass of hair.

The world outside is fast, alive, but Lance’s room is hazy and warm, and he has all the time he needs.

Spring is such a funny time for getting dressed like half the people i see are in heavy winter coats and the other half are in shorts and t-shirts, and there is really no inbetween

Prompt: Drarry discover fanfiction.

“Hey, Malfoy.”

“What do you want, Potter?”

“I thought you might want to take a look at this.”

“What is it?”

“Something I stumbled across on the internet.”

“Potter, I have no interest in anything Muggle related– What’s a ‘drarry’?

“Just… just read it?”

“Potter, that’s my name on there.”

“Yeah…”

“And your name. Or is there a Muggle Harry Potter somewhere?”

“No, that’s me. That’s… us.”

*silence for a few minutes*

“Potter, is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?”

“It’s apparently called ‘fanfiction’.”

“I don’t care what it’s called, why am I reading about your cock in my mouth?!”

“Jesus, would you keep your bloody voice down?”

“Oh no.”

“What, what is it?”

“Y-you’re undressing me?! Potter, I demand you take this down!”

“I can’t do that, I didn’t write it!” *silence again* “What… what’re we doing now?”

“You’re– Merlin, Potter, what sort of sexually deviant pervert would write something like– oh, Merlin save us all.”

“What? What’s happening?”

“Potter. I would never whisper your name sweetly whilst you fucked me!”

“I know that. You’re obviously a screamer.”

“Wh– excuse me?!”

“You’re not the kind who’d whisper sweetly, Malfoy, come on!”

“I’ll bloody well whisper sweetly if I want to!”

“Fine! You wouldn’t hear me complaining!”

“Good!”

“Yes, good!”

“And why does this clown think you’d last–” *squints* “–five paragraphs long before you come?!” *loud cackling*

“I’ll show you five paragraphs. I’ll show you bloody ten paragraphs!”

“Pfft, easy there, Potter. You might pull something.”

“Fuck you!”

“When?”

“Tonight. My place.”

“I’ll bring wine.”

“No, Malfoy. Bring lube. ‘cause I don’t have nearly enough for the amount we’re going to need.”

“Ugh, you’re a crass oaf, Potter.”

“All night long, Malfoy. All bloody night long.”

“Maybe we could read some more of this ‘fanfiction’ first, though. You know… For inspiration?”

pekopika  asked:

OKAY THIS ISN'T A DREAM CONFESSIONAL IT'S MORE OF A WAKING UP ONE, BUT I WOKE UP AT LIKE 5 AM AND THE FIRST THOUGHT I HAD WAS "wow, amami's like a real gay" AND THIS SINGLE LINE HAS BEEN JUST REPEATING OVER AND OVER IT'S 7 AM MEG HELP ME THIS IS TORTURE

i’m in fucking tears i cant believe my writing is haunting you

Does she even understand how much I love her? How empty I feel when she’s not with me? I can sit for hours at night just thinking about how beautiful she is, how beautiful she looked when we were dancing in the moonlight.
I see stars in her eyes when she is dancing to her favorite song. I crave for her small touches and her kisses and miss her voice when I lay in my cold bed and can’t go to sleep. I think about her cuddling me and kissing my neck and think about how sometimes you can find all the secrets of the universe in someone’s arms