If Peppino accidentally nicked himself with a cooking knife while in the kitchen, do you think Fake Peppino would be concerned, react like Bruce from Finding Nemo, or some other third thing 🤔
felt inspired so you get this response in Doodle Comic Format
hes never seen blood before. so now its convinced peppino is filled with Mystery Sauce that he, for some reason, isn't allowed to lick :(
im also of the opinion peppino is too confident in his knife skills so he regularly neglects safety. usually this works out, and he definitely chops like a beast, but he also cuts himself a lot especially if hes tired
might sound weird to say as a person with a couple ocs who have Big Horrible Event(s) in their backstories or as a person who has like 3 ocs total bc he sucks at writing and as a person who hopes their ocs arent too Boring with [the thing im about to mention] but the thing about writing [characters] and [people] is that like.
any little thing a person experiences can take up their whole existence... its actually something "fun" to experience as i meet new ppl and do more things. My friend had something happen that she'll be talking about forever. I had several things happen last year that ill never stop talking about, some of which other ppl think werent that bad actually. In the same way I'll forever remember about the way my sister accidentally insulted me almost 10 years ago, it's really interesting and Fun to find and assign smaller things like that to characters...its really Real. some people's dealbreakers are other people's solvable problems etc etc
Hob was taping cables to the floor, the first time he saw him.
The bassist for Endless, the local rock band who was set to open the show in about 20 minutes. Hob didn’t know his name– had only learned the opening band’s name hours ago– but his presence was striking. The man was tall, rail thin, and pale as a ghost. He was a stark contrast to their lead singer, who’s name Hob also for the life of him couldn’t be bothered to learn, an adrogenous presentation of ruby red lipstick, fishnets under a deep v-line leotard and platinum blond hair that left a trail of glitter wherever they walked.
The bassist, by contrast, looked better suited in an emo punk band, not the glam rock that Hob could only assume was the genre of Endless. He wore black on black on black, all the way to the top of his spidery head of hair. None of that caught Hob’s attention though. What made him hesitate, a piece of tape still stuck between his teeth, was the pale man’s unbelievably blue eyes, visible even under the dim lights of the backstage.
And those eyes had flicked down to him, briefly, but still long enough to give Hob pause. It was startling, his gaze, and not just because he wore no other color. It struck Hob down, pinned him to the floor, commanding but also curious, analytical. The bassist walked past him, taking his fixed stare elsewhere, leaving Hob to shake himself out of it, spitting the tape out and physically focusing his attention back to his work.
Im sorry everyone, its him its one of the muppets im into,,, it got way too deep way too fast
I got into ososan back in like 2016 for a little bit and kinda liked totty but i decided to give it another go and... I kinda fell fast and hard for ichimatsu
gonna turn this into seoksoonhoon so badly try stopping me please dont what is this picture SUPPOSED. TO. MEAN.
necessary disclaimer i don't know how a concert works + seoksoon centric (smitten soonyoung)
threw this out in 10min
“No post-concert dinner today?” Seokmin asks, pointing in the (otherwise) usual route to the carpark. His voice is cautious, patient, strong in the same way he sings. Soonyoung freezes, regardless—something that feels a lot like regret, like "oh fuck I didn't tell him"—turning to meet Seokmin’s eyes.
“No, not today, uh–” A cough. “Jihoon and I made some arrangements… have some things to do there–” Soonyoung gestures vaguely in the direction of the waiting room. Seokmin wraps his arms around Soonyoung’s shoulders. Oh, god. His palms are sweaty. This has no right being this challenging, this one sentence—
“We’re gonna get a massage. Yeah.”
(The flourish of his hands, for finality as much as to curb his anxiousness.)
It is rather ironic, if anything—how flustered Soonyoung can get around Seokmin. On any other day, from the past three and a half years they’ve been together, their increasing proximity would be no big deal, but, god, Seokmin was glowing tonight. Seokmin was… is—a ball of indispensable energy.
(And that is definitely, definitely what makes it so difficult today, Seokmin’s makeup still untouched, black eyeshadow still smoky, the sparkles of his eyes accentuated so much more. The moon blasting its radiance in the dark, Soonyoung’s light miniscule beyond compare.
Seokmin’s energy, lustrous. Seokmin’s energy, a ball of fire. Seokmin’s energy, a campfire. A heater in their living room during winter. Seokmin, comforting where he burns.)
“Can I join?” Seokmin then says, tilting Soonyoung’s head up with both hands. Oh, he thinks, god, was Seokmin ever this close, all for him, all within his reach? Their proximity, foreheads almost touching, Seokmin’s hands on his neck, his cheeks, fixing his hair, his smile, his smile—
“I thought you didn’t like massages? That time, in Bangkok like, four years ago, you tried it, and, I– Yeah–” Soonyoung buries his head in the crook of Seokmin’s neck, his face flushing red, head too heavy with the desire to scream. His heart is palpitating too fast for post-concert adrenaline, too fast to slow down now—god.
(He does scream, in fact—but it’s all muffled Seokmin presses him closer to the fabric of the shirt he’s wearing, and Soonyoung is so grateful, so thankful, so, so grateful for Lee Seokmin and his stupid thin black tank top. Fuck.)
Seokmin only rests his head on top of Soonyoung’s. “Relax, Hosa. Concert over. Let’s go to Jihoonie-hyung now, okay?”
Seokmin doesn’t complain at all (grateful) when he thoroughly melts into his embrace, allowing himself to be carefully guided through the members grabbing their stuff and staff members packing up the area. There’s a door which is half-opened, which Seokmin (again, so carefully!) tilts up his head. “Is this the room?” and Soonyoung’s response merely comes in the form of a nod.
“Mmhm. Also, Soonie-hyung, just between you and I, four years ago, ah, I didn’t have you and Jihoonie-hyung yet, okay? I’ll try anything with you both, you know that, right? Love you.” Seokmin presses a quiet kiss to his forehead, a kind of silent appeasement that feeds into Soonyoung's noisy head.
(When they enter the room, shrouded by light, Seokmin moves away to pounce on Jihoon, who greets him with an equally ferocious tackle (and kiss)
like who is going into someone’s main tag for reader fic?? is the driver x reader tag not enough for them?
yeah good fucking question, it's really fucking annoying, imo the main tag is meant for actual stuff abt the driver. no fic, no shipping, only content for and about that driver so gifs, updates, photos basically.
and also abt fan interactions, i do think it’s weird when fans act like or feel like they know the guys and say things out of pocket sometimes. i know they’re mostly joking and it’s all in good fun but like (sorry for bringing it up again lol) even with dan’s mustache, ppl telling him or messaging him directly on twitter saying to shave it off bc they don’t personally like it was super weird to me. like obviously it’s funny to say things like that i guess and they don’t mean any harm but idk sometimes these same fans talk abt him like they know him so maybe that’s why i find it weird and plus i think dan has said how insecure he is all the time i’m sure he doesn’t want to hear ppl tell him things like that (he probably doesn’t see it all or care but still) and like obv ppl can have their opinion but they don’t have to say it directly to him like they know him lol
people were dming him about his moustache??? jesus christ what is wrong with people. ok lots of thoughts so im going to put it under the read more thing lol
but yeah i completely agree with you. its a funny thing cause i think theres that sort of internet culture humour of being really like blunt or 'savage' and the weird thing about fandoms is that people are almost looking for recognition from other people in the fandom or to become a like 'big name' in it, which sometimes seems to come at the expense of the person/people the fandom is built around.
james acaster talks about it really well here i think and i also know the lead singer of waterparks was on about blocking 'fans' who were literally just constantly saying rude things to him to try and get a response and he said something along the lines of like if you've got a friend who just says mean things about you they're not actually a friend they're just a bully, which like yeah
i agree tho like everyones allowed to have an opinion and stuff but it does bother me how some people speak about dan sometimes. i know its not meant to be that deep but also like its literally his face why should he care if some twitter user a decade younger than him doesnt like his choice of what he does with his own facial hair??? it doesn't matter??? stop just insulting a strangers appearance cause you think its funny wtf lol