#and now i become sleepy the goer to bed

[ya-killin-me-smalls]

for once my brain was right cause i had been like. damn he's been awfully quiet lately. maybe he started that internship he told me about. AND I WAS RIGHT

it's been sucking the life out of me between being up at 5am and the meetings and then there's just. so much information. which is mentally exhausting but I'm enjoying it

[alveolion-alt]

back in the 1800s, there was a man named j. j. oppenheimer (no relation) who looked liked gollum, and worked as a photographer's assistant. he accidentally killed people with a hanging block of marble. twice.

[pharmaciacatholica]

now i am become sleepy, the goer to bed

[dreamertrilogyy]

i gave up 👍

feeling like tom cruise in mission impossible 1 where he’s slapping himself to stay awake to do research on the World Wide Web

[wan975]

“Now I am become sleepy, the goer to bed”

#timken

[enig-og-tro]

Now i am become sleepy, the goer to bed

[thicc-astronaut]

Now i am become sleepy, the goer to bed. Good night all you beautiful heathens, queers, and people of ill repute

[wellofmissouri]

How is making barbie jokes different from "now I am become sleepy, the goer to bed"

[problemcore]

hello gang here's an update: i am become sleepy the goer to bed. tom is doing well, I'll visit him again tomorrow . im so happy for him words cant describe it. im going back home now.

[peacefulandtranquil]

now i am become sleepy, the goer to bed

HEY.

are you scrolling [tumblr] instead of sleeping?

idiot. clown. I cast sleepy spell on you. fuck you. sweet dreams ily

[pharmaciacatholica]

now i am become sleepy, the goer to bed

[dreamertrilogyy]

now i am become sleepy, the goer to bed

[enig-og-tro]

Now i am become sleepy the goer to bed

[theawkwardone6]

[ID: picture of J Robert Oppenheimer, the creator of the nuclear bomb, with his infamous quote “Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds” edited to read “now I am become sleepy, the goer to bed.”

Underneath, the words “J. Robert Oppenheimer, father of the nuclear bomb, after the first successful nuclear launch” edited to read “J. Robert Oppenheimer, father of the pjs, after drinking warm milk.” END ID]

[shhhhyoursister]

Could you do "plant" for Davenzi please

yes okay this is the last one of these in my inbox thank you guys for sending them all wow boy did i really freaking miss writing this was so nice

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The sun was still barely shining through the windows in David’s room, but both boys were awake, curled around each other as close as they could be. it was a freezing cold morning despite the brightness of the room, and Matteo was still shivering a little wrapped up in the blankets and sweaters and his boyfriend’s arms.

David was feeling the chill too, and was clinging just as tightly to Matteo as Matteo was to him. Their cuddling was helping with the cold, but was way more than that, as it usually was with them. Matteo had his head tucked under David’s chin, his cheek rubbing into his chest, as David’s hand dragged heavy up and down his back. 

They were flowing in and out of conversations and silence, it being too early and them being too comfortable in bed to get up and officially start their day. Matteo’s fingers were tracing slow patterns across the fabric of David’s shirt, sometimes spelling out words or little drawings, listening to David’s even breaths or his quiet voice saying something about art or life or whatever he decided to start talking about.

After a longer lull in conversation, Matteo let his eyes wander around David’s room. It was a space he had gotten to know well, but still felt like there were new things he noticed every time he walked in. Sometimes David had hung up a new sketch or placed a new trinket in a spot on his desk, but other times Matteo will pick something up and ask him if it was new, only for David to respond that it had been in the same spot for years.

He stared for a minute at the tall plant that was in front of the window, and he felt David stretch under him, and he glanced around again, picking up on a detail he had definitely noticed before, but had never properly commented on.

“You have a lot of plants.” He said quietly, dropping his hand so it could curl around David’s shoulder and slide down his arm, lacing their fingers together. David hummed, and squeezed the arm still wrapped around his waist.

“Mhm,” he brought Matteo’s hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it, “Laura does too.”

“Hmm,” Matteo hummed back, and closed his eyes when he felt David lift a hand to his hair, “I like them.”

“Good,” David said simply, leaning down to kiss Matteo on the forehead, “I’ll get you one for your room.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Matteo whined quietly, looking up at the sleepy grin on David’s face.

“Too late, I already know exactly what I’m getting you,” he said, and when Matteo opened his mouth to protest, he kissed him on the forehead again and said, “don’t try to argue, it won’t work.”

Matteo didn’t respond, but kicked at David’s legs under the covers before tangling their ankles together and cuddling in closer. He felt David laugh before pressing a third kiss to his forehead, and Matteo smiled into his chest before he felt his eyes drooping closed again. 

[rotshop]