#top dogs

[deceseze]

chapter 6 leak real

[krumpkin]

Cute Puppy 😊😊😊😊

[dvoeverie-stitches]

[wormchamp72]

If you're going to be annoying about a ship that isn't even related to creepypasta, don't tag it as creepypasta. Also stop with the pro/ anti bs . Shipping is dumb .

Let's get one thing straight:

Wormchamp72 IS Creepypasta.

I don't know if you've noticed, but if you've looked through my post history, you will see what I mean.

There is no Wormchamp72 without Creepypasta. New trends may come and go, but Creepypasta will always stay. This is why I tag everything with Creepypasta...it is a window into how I see the world. And of course I tag everything with Jeff The Killer since I believe he and I have similar viewpoints...similar souls, even. You could say that I am simply showing my true self, putting my heart out on display for the denizens of the web.

I can see that opening up my heart has also opened me up 2 haters. Perhaps, when you are a subversive individual like myself, it is 2 be expected. But that is okay...I will prevail. The love of my fans and my passion for the world of Creep keeps me going each day.

In regards to the "pro/anti b$":

I am neither a "pro" nor an "anti" (unless you mean "anti-bullying"). It seems you get my point very clearly. It IS all bull$h1t. But it seems that is where we diverge...you think it's B$ because you think these people's interests are dumb...I think it's B$ because there is no need for division. If we put aside our differences, we can finally address what REALLY matters.

I will let you figure that 1 out on your own.

[nocternalrandomness]

Top Dogs in the pattern at Luke AFB

[nhs-top-dog]

Inspired by  @msbeeinmybonnet ‘s & @bimingjue​ ‘s post 

cheerleader!nmj is the best flavor so i had to try it out ^_^

Edit: cleaned up the coloring and fixed Xichen a bit. 

[ballieaddict]

"Bubba. I love you."

[dragynkeep]

🌹 It says a random WIP. But I demand stuff from the Ironwoof WIP. 🔪

send a rose for some of my wips.

“do you hate me?”

james felt his stomach turn to ice at the words spilled out from his youngest ace op. even though he couldn’t see marrow, the general turned to the window in what he would call his own particular formal brand of cowardice, he could hear the tremble in the faunus’ voice & it cut to his core.

made james hate himself. that, he could do easily enough but hate marrow? no. never. & that was just the problem.

turning around, the hurt ringing out in dim blues only made the cut deeper, yet james powered on to walk down the steps of his office to close the gap between him & marrow. he didn’t want this, he never wanted this. but he had to be professional, had to choke down the very fact that he didn’t hate marrow,

he loved him.