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peppenispizza · 26 days
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hee hee hoo hoo
writing smn soon…
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peppenispizza · 30 days
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some late night, after-work cuddles
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sorry if my sketch is a bit shoddy, i've only just started drawing again after a long time
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peppenispizza · 2 months
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writing smn soon…
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peppenispizza · 3 months
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hello peppino likers
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peppenispizza · 8 months
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bif
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peppenispizza · 8 months
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it is so cool how peppino is genuinely a trans man and always has been
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peppenispizza · 8 months
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i love pissing off womb cultists (terfs) i feel fucking amazing right now /gen
tbh i cant help but wonder if this person is just a troll or something tho looking at their blog
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peppenispizza · 8 months
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T*h = blocked without hesitation 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 groomerass
what was it like growing up with parents who never loved you
and probably still dont
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peppenispizza · 8 months
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If it wasn’t forbidden by the law I’d tear what little spine you have to play xylophone on it 🖤pedo ass.
it is truly beautiful how womb cultists (terfs) will call you ANYthing they can just because you're not a waste of space bigot
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peppenispizza · 10 months
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i have too many drafts going on
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peppenispizza · 10 months
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still alive btw just hyper fixated on smn else atm
this shit comes in random waves
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peppenispizza · 10 months
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also dont know if any of you follow my main
but a small child was barking at the bolts of fabric at where i work
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peppenispizza · 10 months
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pizza tower moo moo boy with a message
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peppenispizza · 11 months
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peppino definitely, totally, absolutely not starting to cry after celeste gives him a strawberry patterned chef hat. guys he ISNT CRYING. theres just a leak on the ceiling dripping onto his eyes while he’s crying. ...wait DANG IT
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peppenispizza · 11 months
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Yanderes are fine, we're fine. I don't get why you hate us
you. think. and. treat. all forms. of. abuse. all of them. sexual abuse. stalking. domestic violence. rape. violent possessive behavior. and. other. forms. of. violence. or abuse. in. a relationship. as. an acceptable. and sometimes. sexy. etc.
you. are. a. horrible. abuse. fetishist. you. should. be. able. to. figure. that. this. is. toxic. on. your. own. as. a. person.
get off my blog.
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peppenispizza · 11 months
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the second i see anything by v*vziepop in someones tags when i check their blog i physically recoil and pretty much slam the block button people just do not like reading my pinned post or somehow become illiterate to that and only that
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peppenispizza · 1 year
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bedtime
no warnings! fluff stuff. peppino is insecure abt himself; binder stuff. gn!reader
Peppino let out a long breath and flumped his head on his arms after closing time. Yeah, sometimes he had sudden waves of people ordering which was g.reat, but stressful. During the day, he often tried to at it... weird and sweaty... Ugh. Just ew. Sweat made it all.. sticky whenever he stretched out and tugged it a bit for HOURS. Ugh.
You were waiting on his.. Alright, your shared crappy pull-out couch bed, watching the tv you brouht over to replace his shitty little old thing. You were messing around on your phone, bouncing a bit in place before he came up the stairs.
:”Hey!!” you scootched to the edge of the bed and damn near fell of like you normally did. He made a o dramatic show of him leaning back and groaning before standing up again. Yeah, yeah. He started taking his shirt and tank top off, and threw both of them at you like he did. Literally. Every. Night.
“Really? Still? Every night. Really.” you attempted to scold him, but you knew it had no effect. He even snickered at you, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
“Orrn nerf, rnn thee shtrt.” He grinned and looked over his shirt. (Oh no, a t-shirt)
He let out sound when he finally sat back down, hard, making you bounce on the bed. And yelp. He snickered a bit, He always did that just to mess with you....But he kinda just sat there for a minute. Tired. Anxious. You scooted up to his back, draping your hands on his shoulders. Whether he liked it or not, you could tell what was up with him.
“..You need to take your binder off. You can't wear it to bed.
He just sort of made a pbbbbththhh noise while dragging his hands down his face.
“You gotta take it off. I know you feel weird but at least take it off for bed.”
Silence. ...He gets pretty insecure. And feels very weird without a shirt on, double if his binder is off.. Even though you both were together for a while, he still... felt weird about it.
“Peppi.”
He squirmed bit before sitting up making Some Kind Of Noise and peeling his binder off (a cloth binder, for upper body. You ordered five of them for him, just in case of one of them getting worn out and gets loose, and just in general if another one is dirty.), making a weird sound since they were so sweaty it felt...double weird. He still kind of felt.. really kinda naked and vulnerable in a certain way around you when he took it off.
You, of course, sat up and smiled at him, making ridiculous grabby hands until he sat next to you. You promptly pressed your face against his cheek in a smooch before going over and digging through the clean clothes pile (ew putting away laundry what the hell who does that???)
He sat on the edge of his still pullout couch bed, something you are very much trying to replace for multiple reasons, arms across his chest before you threw a huge black t-shirt onto his face and making him “GUH.” Haha you got him back for bouncing you on the bed.
Peppino let out a long breath before rolling over and lying down on his back; Patting the side next tohi moh okYou immediately crawling up and cuddling up against him before he could even get a word out. The TV was on, as usual.
He rolled his eyes a little, predicting what you wanted.”So...what are we-a watching now. Amore mio?”
“Puppies.”
“Again...?”
“Okay okay. ...What about a cooking show.”
He lit up but attempted to hide it (badly) “Alright.”
He leaned over as usual and peppered your cheek, and lips with small little kisses. Nudged your cheek with his nose right before be passed out.
“Ti amo.” was all he got out before he started snoring. He's warm. He muttered a bit, half-asleep, tugging you closer to him with his arm draped around you.
“I love you, too.”
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