#fitted bed sheet

[cottonhomeuae]

Fitted Bed Sheet vs Flat Bed Sheet: What You Need to Know

A fitted bed sheet, also known as a bottom sheet, is designed with elastic edges that wrap around the corners of a mattress to hold the sheet in place. This sheet is designed to fit snugly, creating a smooth surface for you to sleep on. A flat bed sheet, often referred to as a top sheet, is a rectangular piece of fabric that lies flat on top of the mattress.

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[pizunalinens]

Top Spring Bedding Products for All Type of Sleeper

As the days lengthen and temperature rise, it is crucial to have a good night's sleep to maintain energy. To guarantee peaceful slumber during this transition, consider replacing your heavy winter bedding with lighter, more breathable alternatives. This will assist in regulating your body temperature and keeping you relaxed and cool throughout the night.

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[masparhomefashion]

[suraemoon]

“I want a sunday kind of love, a love to last past saturday night” 🌤☀️

[anadorablekiwi]

*stumbles in, panting, sweating, heart beating fast*

*collapses on the floor starfish style*

I changed my bedsheets.

*dies*

[parin-gurumin]

[doubledyke]

i swear to god there is nothing better than taking a shower and climbing into bed after putting on a freshly washed blanket and sheets

[dkettchen]

it's month 7 of pants research and this is the scene of the latest fashion cryptid sighting unsuspecting civilians were subjected to at the local charity shop this morning

[littlealienproducts]

Linen Fitted Sheet - Seaside Stripe by PoppyandHonesty

[gideonisms]

self love through loving pathetic women ❤️

[nat-20s]

A Queer Fellow Indeed

rejoice! tma victorian au mini fic be upon ye!

~*~

There was good reason that Jonah and all his various proteges were fled from the newly established institute by 6pm on the dot. All, that is, excepting Jonah’s second in command and personal assistant, one Mr. Jonathan Sims.

Mr. Sims was a man who firmly believed that if the price of progress that went along more hurriedly than snail’s pace was a lack of sleep and, on occasion, sanity, then so be it. Perhaps his colleagues took more joy in social callings than himself, or perhaps they simply put more stock in the rumors of what happens in the basement once the sun set, but no matter. Him and Mr. Magnus were building something great together, and those rumors were merely a fabrication of those either too superstitious or too dull to be central to something so triumphant.

Well.

Mostly fabrication.

Yes, indeed, Jonathan had had some... encounters in the past. The worst of which, however, had occurred long outside of the confines of his employment. Honestly, though, everyone employed at the institute is well aware that they’re recording, collecting, and cataloging the esoteric and paranatural occurrences/items. If these things were to be attracted to a place, The Magnus Intitute has purposefully made itself a focal point, so a few odd happenstances here and there were to be expected.

And odd really was as far as it went. Other than the worm woman. But, as both him and Mr. Magnus have stated repeatedly, that was an extreme and isolated incident.

No, most of what Jonathan has encountered during his frequent late night forays amount to little more than a combination of a completely natural stillness, a lackluster amount of sleep, and the devilish tendency of candles to cast shadows that trick the eyes.

Thus, in his mind, it was more than reasonable to simply ignore the hooded figure standing in the corner of recent literature acquisition. If he went around startling at every thing that might have resembled a threat, his heart would surely be worn before his thirty-fifth year. So, yes, there was a suspicious figure in his beloved* bottom floor, and yes, he was going to stroll on by to gather a particular volume about this history of sacred clowns without giving a second thought.

This, in hindsight, rather idealistic approach lasted all of three seconds before the figure stepped closer to the light, revealing a horrifically solid person.

Not to use too harsh of language, but dammit all.

Four things stood out immediately to Jonathan: the person had taken down their hood, the person underneath that hood was not someone Jonathan recognized, the person was wearing the most peculiar garb he had ever witnessed**, and the person was currently questioning him. In basic, bordering on vulgar, language, the stranger asked, “Wait, who the hell are you?!”

Jonathan considered himself a rational man. His former betrothed had laughed for a frankly excessive time when he had told her as such, but he hardly considered her an expert on his demeanor.

That being said, immediate antagonism was probably the incorrect choice for the situation at hand. “I am the co-founder*** of this institution that you are currently trespassing on.”

“Trespassing?? I bloody work here, if anybody is-”

The person (?) cuts itself off, lets out a little ‘mm’ noise and continues, “Co-founder? You look pretty good for someone nearly two-hundred years old. That does explain the fancy dress though.”

Oh, good, this person is clearly insane. “If you would so kindly make your exit-”

“-did Elias put you up to this? Or, I dunno, Tim? I mean, sure, haven’t seen you in three weeks, Timothy, but glad you could find time out of your busy schedule to stick a cravat on some dude-”

“-will you Stop! Talking!”

The person froze for a moment, and Jonathan almost had an opportunity to think. However, in the blink of an eye, the person had taken steps closer to him, and it was now very apparent that they..it...they? Had a good 3 stone and 6 inches, minimum, of physical advantage over him. If they decided to become violent, Jonathan didn’t even have a letter opener on him. On the plus side, he would no longer have to worry about stressing his heart to the point of failure.

Seconds, or minutes, or perhaps hours passed where mere centimeters separated them, and Jonathan should’ve been frightened. Or, no, he was frightened, but he didn’t feel..threatened, per se. Enough things try to kill you and you start to get a sense for whether or not you’re being stared at with murderous intent or just..stared at.

His hunch that it was the latter turned out to be correct, as the figure backed up to give them both their own air, and asked, “Seriously, are you fucking with me?”

Jonathan did not sputter, but it did require a few false starts before he spat out, “I most assuredly am not!”

The person sighed and placed their hands over their face. “Oh fuck me.”

“I most assuredly will not!”

Removing their hands and looking back at Jonathan for the sole purpose of rolling their eyes, they respond,” Ohhhh my god, it’s an expression. Christ, is this really gonna be a thing? Never mind, whatever, don’t worry about it. Just, uh, Mr. Co-founder, quick question, and if it’s the answer that I’m really fucking hoping it is, I’ll be on my merry way, but. What, uh, what year is it? Currently?”

Certainly a lunatic. “It is 1821, as you should already know.”

The person becomes weighed down with an instant exhaustion that Jonathan has seen reflected in the mirror many a time. “Shit. Right. Okay then. Nice to meet you, I’m Martin, and I’m..decently sure I’m from the future.”

*or beloathed, depending on the hour

**and he had spent more than his fair share of time at fishmarkets and theaters

***not technically true, but close enough

[fieriframes]

[If you seek a pillow for your head. Or a fitted sheet for Christmas bed. If you see your shadows on the snow. Is it from the baby Jesus' glow? He's going to the country.]

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Fitted sheets are the Devil's instrument

[itwoodbeprefect]

genuine question to all americans (or otherwise international people, because feel free to chime in): in bedding, there's a thing you use to cover the mattress (which you call a bed sheet? i think? which can be fitted, and is then a fitted sheet?), and then there's a blanket, which gets its own cover. but. am i understanding correctly that between the blanket and the mattress, there's another sheet? which is just... a single loose sheet, which you then i guess... sleep under (not on, i assume? because the mattress is already covered), while also still sleeping under the blanket (or optionally without blanket, on warm nights)?

because. i've never heard of that extra sheet over here (europe, netherlands) and it definitely hasn't come with any set i've ever bought, and you would not BELIEVE how many times i've done a circle of google searches in the name of fic research until i was dizzy enough to not care anymore.