A box bed is a bed which is enclosed in furniture to make it look like a cupboard. They were often used in homes that only had one room so that the family could have some privacy and be kept warm in winter.
Enclosed cupboard-like beds originated in late-medieval western Europe. Depending on one’s status, these beds could be elaborately carved and painted or be a simple wooden box. Box beds were often double stacked and usually accommodated two people.
For most people, peasants, the box bed was especially practical. Most peasants lived in one-room houses or huts. An enclosed bed provided some privacy and insulation from the cold. It wasn’t necessary to get up in the middle of the night to stoke the fire. And since most people brought their livestock inside at night to keep them warm and protected, the bed created a barrier. Similarly, an elevated and enclosed bed kept insects and vermin at bay.
In general, why are beds from the past so short? Some say it’s an optical illusion, created by the photo or the setting of a museum. Measurements of museum pieces often support the idea that they are longer than they seem. Some say, people used to be shorter. In some regions this is true. Cabinet beds from Brittany were about 5′2″ to 5′4″ long. People in Brittany were smaller than usual.
But the enclosed beds from the 16th and 17th centuries were indeed shorter, and for a simple reason. People slept propped up with thick bolsters or pillows. The poorest made do with a log.
For those of you wondering, this was the friend I made on my walk the other day.
He flew past my head and landed on a tree on front of me. I whistled at him, he came to sit on my shoulder and proceeded to nest in my hair. I couldn’t get him out of my hair (more like he refused to come out if it) so I was forced to take him back to res on my shoulder. About a 30 minute walk from where I found him.
He then proceeded to bite anyone else that touched him and once we got him wrapped safely in a tea-towel, he chirped loudly when I left the room.
We made him a nice box-bed and gave him some cut up apple and some water. The wildlife centre came to pick him up about 9:30pm that same night. (I only had him for about 4 hours)
His name is Pidge and he likes the Peter Rabbit song and kisses.
TL;DR: The bird nested in my hair and was very attached to me. Only in Australia.
What I Take With Me by captainawesomeellie Rating: T Word Count: 56,300 Summary: In his head Dean understands that no one is actually leaving him, but as they pack boxes and tear down beds it sure feels that way. Sam is moving in with his fiance Jess, his best friends Cas and Benny deployed to Afghanistan, and Dean is going to live on his own for the next eight months until Cas gets back and they resume their roles as roommates. Just before they finish loading the moving truck Dean finds a long-forgotten box under Cas’s bed crammed full of handwritten letters. Most of them are from Cas’s sister Anna, but some are labeled for Dean. He can only resist reading for so long, and once he starts he can’t stop. Each letter reveals more of Cas’s perspective on their relationship over the four years they’ve known each other, and with each one Dean finds himself changing too.
Transition from best friends to lovers is never easy. There’s always a lot to lose if the signs were read wrongly and there’s no going back to status quo no matter how mature the friend promises to be. Try to take the friendship to the next level with only help from old letters, erratic emails, a single Skype session and a lone phone call? No wonder Dean gets overwhelmed and confused and the fic is thoroughly seeped in his angst and self doubt. Add to the mix one manipulative bastard John and watch Dean spiral down into self despair and selective muteness. I really enjoyed Dean’s slow realization about his feelings towards Cas through the old letters and all the touching communication with Cas in the present day. There’s also plenty of understanding and support from Sam and Dean’s friends. But nothing is easy when you’re a Dean Winchester in love and think that you don’t deserve it.
Can you do a scenario where you and JB(got7) are trying to have some "alone time 😏😏" and the other members keep bothering you two
The boys had just settled into their new dorm when JB and I were sitting in his room staring at the dozens of boxes that surrounded his bed, trapping us there. “I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to unpack this stuff…” JB said as he looked around the room. “That’s almost the exact same thing you said when we were packing up your old room. Aren’t you excited to be in this new dorm? It’ll all be worth it now that you have your own room,” I said as I leaned over and kissed JB, rubbing my hands over his sculpted chest. “Not right now babe,” he said as he pushed me away, “I’m too stressed with the move to think about that right now.” “You need to relax,” I said, winking, “You should be celebrating, you’ve just moved out of that tiny ass apartment. This is a big stage in your life!” JB exhaled deeply. “I hate it when you’re right Jagi, but I just can’t. You know what I’m like, I need everything to be sorted before I can relax” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes, usually I wasn’t this pushy, but this is the first time we didn’t have to worry about Youngjae popping in. It was either be nervous about that or have fun in my apartment, which only had an uncomfortable sleeping mat. JB is so attractive when needs my comforting and I, I’m sad to admit, was slightly turned on by his vulnerability. I know he could tell. I crossed my legs and edged closer to him as he puffed his chest out and smirked while biting his bottom lip. Oh, god…I was done for. We were centimeters apart and our lips finally collided, all my worries passed and I was filled with sparks. His kisses were passionate and long. He took control, like I imagined, trailing his tongue around my mouth and locking his soft lips around mine. It was perfect. I seductively moved myself onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, never disconnecting our kiss. He moaned intensely into my mouth. He deepened the kiss and, fuck, it felt so good. I felt him smile into the kiss and something hard began poking the back of my thigh. “Someone’s getting excited oppa,” I whispered. I’d never thought of myself as a sexual person until I started dating JB. I enjoyed giving my lover pleasure. It was intoxicating. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer to him, positioning my clothed heat on his now rock hard member. He bit my lip lightly and bucked his hips. I couldn’t help but moaned and throw my head back as pleasure rapidly surged through my body. JB released his mouth from mine and roughly kissed my exposed neck, drawing circles with his tongue. I moved my arms from around his neck and caressed his chest undoing his shirt buttons when there was a sudden knock on the door. “JB!” said a familliar voice. Fuck! Youngjae was here! “Oh shit!” I whispered. JB looked at me with wide eyes and mouthed, “They don’t know that you’re here…” “One sec, Jae!” he shouted. I got off of JB’s lap and noticed an obvious bulge in his tight jeans. Shit. There’s no hiding that… I thought. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his closet, crushing some boxes along the way. “Stay here,” he whispered. Youngjae wouldnever let him live this down if he found out what we were doing in here. He ran to answer the door and let Jae in. “Hey JB, me and the guys thought you might like some company, you’ve been in here alone for a long time,” he said, sweetly. Fuck! They’re going to want to look around and help unpack once they see JB hasn’t done anything! He had to get rid of them. “Aw, Jae that’s nice but you know I’m so busy right now. Maybe come back later?” Thank god my boyfriend and I were on the same page. “Are you sure? We might not be able to just chill out for a while,” Youngjae explained. Like JB wouldn’t already know that… “I know, but I’m just really exhausted with unpacking and composing and editing, you know how it is,” There is no way Youngjae was going to buy this… “Yeah I know…” I could hear the sadness in Youngjae’s voice. I felt so bad, but I couldn’t let him see I was here. JYP was serious when he said no girls in the new dorm… “Alright, I’ll go, but you better let me know if you need any help…” JB closed the door and darted to the closet to let me out. Thank god Youngjae didn’t see the bulge in his pants. “Oh, my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” He wheezed as he picked me up and pushed me against the wall. I gasped. “It’s fine. Just kiss me.” Our lips connected and I grinded into his growing erection. I moved my hand down to the bulge in his jeans. He moaned gently into the kiss. I couldn’t contain myself, I ripped his shirt open, breaking a few of the buttons in the process. He caressed my thigh and carried me over to his bed, laying me down. He placed his cool hands on my thighs and pulled down my skirt gently. I blushed as he came back up to kiss me again. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered, clearly nervous that we would be disrupted again. I nodded and he tugged my underwear down. He lay on top of me and he flipped us over so I was straddling him. I provocatively lifted my shirt up and threw it across the room into the mess of boxes. I’d find it later. His hips bucked up and I moaned loudly, loud enough that JB had to cover my mouth. “Babe these rooms aren’t totally sound proof!” he laughed as he kissed me to muffle the next moan as he bucking into me again. He turned us over and reached up my back and undid my bra. I arched my back so he could reach it and he flung it across the room into the pile of discarded clothes. I fondled his belt buckle and was about to pull down his jeans when there was another knock on the door. “JB HYUNG!!!” Fuck..Bam Bam and Yugyeom… “What is it?” Jb sighed and ushered me back into the closet again while mouthing an ‘I’m sorry.’ The maknaes were standing close to the door when JB finally opened it. “What?” “We heard a weird noise from your room and thought you might have died under the boxes, are you okay?” Yugyeom asked, genuinely concerned about his leader. “I’m fine…I don’t know what noise you heard but it didn’t come from my room.” Just then Bam Bam’s eyes bulged out of his head and he began to laugh uncontrollably, confusing JB and Yugyeom. “Umm…hyung…?” he asked as he suggestively looked down at JB’s obvious bulge, “What are you doing in here?” JB coughed and I’m sure his face was bright red in embarrassment. “I was…just…umm…” he didn’t know what to say. “If you wanted your alone time for that put a sock on the door or something man!” Yugyeom scoffed as he began to walk away. “Have fun thinking about Y/N!!” Bam Bam laughed as he left and closed the door behind him. I jumped out of the closet and began to take off JB’s pants before he could change his mind about this. His obviously hard member poked out of his blue Calvin Klein boxers. Our bare chests made contact and I felt free and didn’t have a care in the world. “Condom?” I whispered. He nodded and picked his jeans back up and grabbed a shiny package out of the pocket. I’m glad he had one there and didn’t have to serch the boxes for his extensive collection of condoms. That’s one benefit of fans sending random gifts to him we never have a shortage. While he grabbed the condom I was getting under the covers. He slowly pulled his underwear down and slipped the ribbed protection onto his large member. JB jumped back into bed and started kissing and sucking my neck. “Ready,” He whispered between kisses. I loved how he was being so gentle and caring even in our most intimate moments. “Yes, Jaebum. I want you” I replied softly. He kissed me again and entered me slowly, inch by inch. We’d just started but I already felt like I was so close because of the built up tension. “Soon, he was fully inside me, thrusting in and out. We moaned in sync, as softly as we could. He was grunting through his teeth and I was biting his shoulder to muffle my moans of ecstasy. “Jagi, I’m gonna-”I put my finger on his lips. “Shh, it’s o-okay, me t-too,” I gasped. He thrusted into me a few more times and we both came in sync. We were both woozy and on a total high. He pulled out and discarded the condom. “JB,” I whispered, “I- I love you.” “I love you too,” he said as he kissed my shiny forehead. After that we both started to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Just as we were about to enter dreamland we heard another knock on the door. “Fuck…” JB groaned, “What could you guys possibly need now?” He yelled angrily at the door. Junior laughed as he cleared his throat. “We were just wondering if you and Y/N wanted any pizza…the delivery guy just got here and we got pineapple on it if you want some…” “They knew I was here?” I whispered to JB and he looked at me with shocked eyes. “These walls are WAYYY thinner than you think,” Junior answered for JB. Well shit…
“I want to marry you so we can move to a house together and forget in which box we stashed our bed sheets so out of exhaustion from the moving combined with our default laziness we simply crash on the couch for three days until our backs are hurting too much and we have no option besides finding the damn sheets, so we search in all boxes around and then there’s bathroom stuff in the kitchen and kitchen stuff on the bathroom because apparently we can’t tag boxes for shit but then we finally find the sheets on a hidden box beneath our unmade bed so we finally get a proper sleep in our new house and then a week later everything is right on their place but like two days later everything is a mess again because it’s us and we can’t organize anything but everything is fine cause we’re together and this is our house; not mine, not yours, not our parents, OUR house. Then after we get settled on a cleaning schedule I can finally live up to my dream and get into that bathtub we have on our suite and then while you watch a tv show in our bed I get into the hot water to feel at ease and maybe I’ll put some music on because I live for music but it won’t be too loud because I want to hear your laugh because there’s no sound like your laugh, it’s such a magical thing to be heard, and I’m at peace, I feel safe and all my worries seem so small and insignificant now because you’re here and that’s all I need”
… cause I’m a sucker for fluff and I thought about this as I wrote the missing sheets thing on this fic I’m currently writing but I don’t wanna write something similar and this idea seems so much better for someone else to write you know and idek I just wanna feel safe someday…
It took twenty years to learn what it’s like to be
the one to leave first.
When you’re used to being the one with your hands
clutching onto the cliff, letting go feels like an act of heroism.
It was like throwing my heart into the middle of
the Bermuda triangle and never thinking twice about
when I’ll see it next.
Whether it ends up under the fingernails of a boy
on the West coast whose idea of a good time is drinking
himself to sleep, or a girl in Arizona who swears by
Or if it’ll end up back in the shoe box under my bed,
tucked away for good measure.
I still walk around with a bobby pin on my sleeve,
a reminder to never be that naive again.
I’d rather be free-falling without the parachute,
labeled the villain in every tagline,
than spend another year trying to shed the manic girl’s skin.
THE MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL PUTS IN HER TWO WEEK NOTICE, angelea l.