Like father like son they both have iconic photos in Texas

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Like father like son they both have iconic photos in Texas
I need to meet black trans people in real life or I’m gonna kill myself
random colin headcanon: while they were drunk, colin and his friends decided they would all get tattoos to celebrate graduating from the police academy.
colin had at least half a mind to get it somewhere inconspicuous. unfortunately it ended up being in one of the most painful places to get one.
Still so astronomically blown away by how some people can write shit. The shit I read from some fanfics blows away anything I’ve ever read from my philosophy and English classes.
Like I thought My writing was cool BUT-
Like how do people just do that?? For FANFICTION.
And I can’t even imagine how much reading or research/ whatever they do about each world or such.
And then they just punch out the most gut twisting heavenly ascending “holy FUCK” inducing piece of writing ever.
*PUNCHES WALL*
NO CAUSE WHERE DO YALL LEARN TO WRITE LIKE THAT- SCHOOL HAS KILLED MY CREATIVE WRITING ABILITY GIVE IT TO ME
TOMMY GOT FREAKING HYPNOTIZED
Emma: Ragtime jazz sounds like how peanut brittle tastes.
Alyssa:
Alyssa: Emma what the fuck??
Emma: It does! Have you ever listened to ragtime jazz?
Alyssa: No???
Emma: I’m telling you, if music had flavors, ragtime jazz, true roaring twenties ragtime, would be peanut brittle.
Alyssa:
Amalia said: “Eat.”
(also a little show of how she looks older)