To Those I Follow, If I Boop You Multiple Times, I'm Sorry. To Those Who I Love, I'm Not. It's On Sight

To those I follow, if I boop you multiple times, I'm sorry. To those who I love, I'm not. It's on sight and you're getting plenty.

in recognition of World Down Syndrome Day on March 21

I've had an epiphany.

No further words required. Do crime <3

concept: grizzled badass action hero with a missing body body part

for a long time it's never explained how they lost that body part. maybe everyone's too intimidated to ask them. or maybe people do ask and they tell different, increasingly outlandish story every time. sword fight. rescuing a baby from a burning building. tortured for information. caught in a bear trap and had to gnaw it off.

eventually it's revealed that nah, there was no accident, it's congenital

TIL that not everyone can imagine tastes

what the hell do you do when you’re in front of a vending machine and trying to choose something

how do you not imagine yourself eating each snack at that exact moment and envision the flavor in great detail to determine what you’re in the mood for

now for the ultimate test. go to this website. set it to randomly generate ONE pokemon. all generations. all types. whatever it generates? thats you as a pokemon forever. what you get is what you get. NO RE ROLLING. now. who are you? i got goomy :^)