while we wait.

may i offer you all a pubby?? lil bby barns?

more of my awesome bread dough boy

a different kind of trauma

Relationship goals right there. As you sit there, coughing up the air you accidentally started choking on instead of some of the burger in your hand like a normal disaster of a human instead of a mega tier disaster of a human, your current/future significant other is contemplating wedding stuff while watching you.

they’re equally disastrous in my mind but I’m still thinking about burgers right now

🐻 = 💪

🐊 =💪

☀️ 🌙 = 🍝

homest[ar/uck] posting. this was meant to be supplementary to the gerome comic as him 'explaining the joke' but i uhhhhhh forgot.

i'm not much for crossovers in the the traditional sense, but it IS one of my favorite character exploration exercises to just go like 'if x media existed in this universe, who would and would not be a fan of it?'. and these ones are pretty notorious and always very fun to mess with for that and so here we are

Based on that one emotionally devastating segment from the eerily relatable Peppino Depression Comic by @/gabaobab.

i think pizzahead and pizzano would be "really good friends"

bonus (warning. implied funny sex penis joke but its nothing explicit dw)

*for clarification peppino and pizzano arent related (obviously), pizzahead just thinks they are bc they look the fucking same (which i mean. yeah they are alternate universe vers of each other AHAH)

someone has probably already asked this but have you seen maurice yet.....

I really wanna see him in your style!! /nf

-🥚

No one else has asked me about him yet, but yes, I have seen him! I was actually recently thinking about how he'd fit into my AU, so I might as well show him off kfkjfgsf

He is just a scruffier, angrier Peppino, but I suppose that is the point jfdgkjdf

He's a half-brother that neither Peppino nor his sisters know about and Maurice does not know about any of them either, so it is going to be quite the surprise when they meet for the first time, hehe

Nothing ruins my mood more than 20 consecutive posts i thought were extremely funny (they werent) flopping. I feel like a pathetic jester in a court full of people who paid to see me booing me and throwing tomatoes at me cartoon style.

her weirdgirl transfem swag... unrivaled. oh also peppino is here

bonus:

[image descriptions: the first image is a page full of drawings of noisette and peppino from pizza tower. on the page is a drawing of noisette walking happily, a simple headshot drawing of noisette with a trans flag-colored thought bubble above it, a drawing of peppino that has the words "strangely hard to draw" written next to it, and a comic. the comic contains noisette tugging on peppino's shirt and asking him "hey. why are you gay", to which peppino replies anxiously "I AIN'T-A SAYIN' SHIT WITHOUT MY LAWYER". the background of the page is filled with doodles of pizza

the second image is a simple drawing of noise wearing a business suit and carrying two suitcases with the words "his lawyer" above him. end id]

I have to share a disgusting story.

So our shower drain has been backing up. We do our best to prevent long hairs from going down the drain, but alas, we are mere mortals.

The landlord is really shit about drain stuff and my betrothed is so disgusted by the slimy drain hair gobs that I can’t even talk to them about it.

So today, I screwed my courage to the sticking place and tried to deal with it.

I am not deft. I am not the lesbian anyone calls for help with practical matters. I have no knowledge of plumbing, or drains, or snaking, I only know draino has failed us and our biological residue is preventing the free passage of water.

I unscrewed the drain cap and beheld a monstrous oozey aberration of hair. I try to use toilet paper to protect my delicate fingers from the psychic damage of touching it. This is wildly ineffective. Now there’s dissolving toilet paper making it worse. I siphon off the tip of the hairy iceberg with several feeble attempts but my efforts are wildly inadequate.

Finally. I see a Q-tip in the garbage. And I have an idea. I take it and jam one end into the mass, and I twirl. I twisted the hair wad like the most repulsive spaghetti to ever exist. It was super effective. Huge wads of shampoo slicked hair abominations were ripped free of their metal lair.

After three Q-tips the drain was clear and I was free to wash my hands five times trying to scrub away the memory of what I’d seen and done like I was Lady Macbeth. Out, out damn clog.

its DESTINY

happy bday bby :,)

yeah