#PEPE

[jam2go]

why does he keep doing this?

[sirartwork]

Perhaps i'm dumb, or maybe it's tumblr being tumblr, but where did that post you made about a meme fellowship go? I can't remember all the names, but i knoe for a fact that "Spurdo the Turgid" was one of them

The original drawings were a reply to a now-deleted tumblr post, but thankfully I had a backup posted on twitter, including the original map joke and group drawing by an unknown anon:

[rando-posts]

[rennebright]

PEPE CAUGHT by ドクロ Deluxe [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[dailypepe]

May 9th is Kermit's birthday!

Happy birthday, Kermit the Frog!!

From Pepe's book It's Hard Out Here for a Shrimp:

[burgerbelchers]

BOB'S BURGERS 2.07 - Moody Foodie

[n0vazsq]

Secret's safe with me | JMM21 x Reader

pairing . . . pepe marti x gf!reader

summary . . . You though you'd never hear your boyfriend sing a Lana Del Rey song, until you heard him humming it one afternoon

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . dni i love this sm <33 anyhow might publish like two more fics before i die

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The apartment was unusually quiet that afternoon, except for the occasional soft clink of dishes from the kitchen and the faint hum of the air conditioning.

You were curled up on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket, flipping through your phone but not paying much attention to anything on the screen.

Pepe had been in the kitchen for a while, moving around in that half distracted way he always did when he was deep in thought, or hungry.

You could just barely see him over the counter, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he stared into the fridge like it might reveal some grand secret.

"You’re going to burn a hole into that yogurt carton if you keep staring at it like that," you teased, finally breaking the silence.

Pepe turned his head, raising a brow. "I’m trying to figure out if it’s expired."

"It’s yogurt, not a time bomb. Just open it and smell."

"That’s disgusting."

"Oh, I’m disgusting?" You smirked, leaning your chin on your palm as you watched him. "You’ve eaten mystery leftovers before without hesitation. Yogurt is the least of your problems."

Pepe rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the little smile tugging at his lips. He finally grabbed the yogurt and a spoon, muttering something in Spanish under his breath as he set it on the counter.

"What was that?" you asked, narrowing your eyes playfully.

"Nothing," he replied quickly, though the way his shoulders shook with a stifled laugh said otherwise.

The soft homely feeling of the moment made you smile to yourself. It was so normal, the kind of quiet afternoon you didn’t realize you loved so much until it was happening.

No chaos, no noise. Just Pepe’s soft presence, the golden sun filtering through the blinds, and the occasional sound of him muttering about questionable fridge items.

And then, out of nowhere, you heard it. The humming.

At first, you weren’t even sure you’d heard right. It was so faint that it blended into the background noise, but as the seconds ticked by, the sound became clearer.

A melody.

You paused, tilting your head slightly as your ears strained to catch it. There was no mistaking it. Pepe was humming a tune, soft and slow, almost absentminded as he grabbed a bag of chips. And the more you listened, the more familiar it became.

Lana Del Rey.

A grin spread across your face as you recognized 'Video Games', and you couldn’t help the quiet laugh that bubbled up. Pepe Marti, humming Lana? You couldn’t have made this up if you tried.

That’s when you called out to him, unable to let this moment pass.

"Pepe," you called casually, trying to keep your voice neutral.

"Hm?" he hummed absentmindedly, his back still to you.

"Are you… humming Lana Del Rey right now?"

The noise stopped immediately. You could see the exact moment he froze, the crinkle of the chip bag pausing midair. Slowly, so slowly, he turned his head to look at you, his face a mixture of confusion and guilt.

"No," he lied, far too quickly.

"Oh my god," you snorted, sitting up on the couch. "You were! You were humming Video Games! Are you a Lana fan, Pepe?"

His cheeks flushed instantly, a light pink tint crawling up to his ears as he set the chips down on the counter, avoiding your eyes. "I wasn’t humming anything," he mumbled, voice soft but defensive.

"Oh, don’t even try to deny it," you teased, already grinning as you swung your legs over the couch. "What’s next? Are you gonna admit you secretly cry to Summertime Sadness?"

Pepe groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he turned fully to face you. "You’re so dramatic," he said, though the embarrassed smile he was trying to hide gave him away.

"Me? Dramatic?" You pointed at him. "I just caught you humming one of the most iconic girly songs of all time. Pepe Marti, you have layers. I’m impressed."

He sighed, shaking his head as he walked toward you. "You’re making a big deal out of nothing," he grumbled, though you could tell he wasn’t actually upset, more flustered than anything. "It’s just catchy, okay?"

"‘It’s just catchy,’" you mimicked in an exaggerated voice, biting back another laugh. "Come on, don’t act like you don’t know all the lyrics."

"I don’t!"

"Oh, really? Then why don’t you finish the verse for me? It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you-"

Pepe’s eyes widened in panic as you started singing dramatically, trying, and failing, not to laugh as you pointed at him. "Stop," he groaned, but his smile betrayed him.

"-everything I do," you continued, drawing out the words and watching his face redden further. "Tell you all the time…Heaven is a place on Earth with you!"

"Okay, okay!" Pepe finally caved, grabbing one of the couch pillows and lightly tossing it at you to shut you up. "Fine! I like the song, happy?"

Your laughter filled the room as you hugged the pillow to your chest triumphantly. "I knew it!" you declared, beaming at him. "Honestly, you’ve got good taste, Marti. Lana is a vibe. You’re just a little softie, huh?"

Pepe rolled his eyes, but the small, sheepish smile on his lips was undeniable. "I am not a softie."

"Sure you aren’t, pretty boy," you teased, winking at him. "Next thing I know, you’re gonna tell me you’ve got a Lana playlist saved on Spotify."

There was a pause. Pepe hesitated, his expression suddenly shifting as if he’d been caught again.

You gasped. "No way."

"I don’t!" he insisted quickly, though the crack in his voice gave him away.

"Oh my god, you totally do!" You clutched the pillow tighter, dissolving into laughter as Pepe ran a hand through his hair, looking helpless.

"Stop teasing me," he muttered, though his smile lingered as he sat on the armrest of the couch.

"But it’s so easy when you’re like this!" You grinned up at him, the playfulness in your voice softening as you noticed the warmth in his eyes; the way he looked at you, equal parts embarrassed and endeared.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, leaning down just enough to flick your forehead lightly. "You’re the worst, you know that?"

"And yet, here you are," you shot back smugly.

He didn’t reply immediately, but he watched you with that soft, boyish look, one that made the teasing air crackle with something sweeter. His voice dropped just a bit.

"Yeah, here I am," he said quietly, his lips twitching into something softer than a smirk.

The moment lingered longer than you expected, the teasing quieting as his eyes stayed locked on yours. He looked so ridiculously fond, like he couldn’t believe you were real. It was enough to make your heart thud a little harder.

You broke the silence first, covering up the butterflies. "Your secret's safe with me." you teased, pushing his arm lightly, "Anyway, don’t start humming Young and Beautiful next or I’m never letting you live it down."

Pepe groaned, standing up to head back toward the kitchen. "Good," he muttered, though you swore you heard him quietly humming again, this time just loud enough for you to catch it.

It was 'Young and Beautiful' this time.

And you couldn’t help but smile.

[adequately]

[brits4gerardway]

could really go for a peperoni pizza rn

...

mb pepperoni*

oh shit

[nestedneons]

By Stefan Grossehalbuer

Music on

[arknights-archive]

Ark FES 2024 artwork

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06

[gifs-of-puppets]

The Muppets Audition for The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (2016)

[wojakgallery]

Title/Name:  Yin & Yang Wojaks Known As: Yin and yang is a concept that originated in Chinese philosophy, describing an opposite but interconnected, self-perpetuating cycle. It can be thought of as complementary and at the same time opposing forces that interact to form a dynamic system in which the whole is greater than the assembled parts and the parts are important for cohesion of the whole. In Chinese cosmology, the universe creates itself out of a primary chaos of material energy, organized into the cycles of yin and yang form and matter. 'Yin' is retractive, passive and contractive while 'yang' is repelling, active and expansive; in principle, this dichotomy in some form, is seen in all things in nature—patterns of change. Wojak Series:  Feels Guy (Variants), Pepe (Variants), NPC (Variant), Crying (Variant). Images by: Unknown Main Tag:  Yin and Yang Wojaks

[rennebright]

ぺぺ by そら豆 [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[dailypepe]

Posting this so you can be as haunted by Pepe's scream as I am

[burgerbelchers]

BOB'S BURGERS 2.07 - Moody Foodie