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Goku0422

@goku0422

18/He/Alive. I'm just a massive nerd who likes some anime, cartoons, and superheroes a lot. Like, more then a healthy amount. I like to draw and to write. Especially write, it's probably my favorite thing to do. If any one wishes, I do not mind doing any Role Play for dragon ball. Just don't expect me to be the best if you ask me to, I've never really done it before.
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Guys I need your help to prove a point. A friend of mine is developing a high quality 2D heroic fantasy animated show, that everyone wants to see but no one to fund. The broadcasters and platforms are telling her that heroic fantasy is a niche genre that doesn’t sell as is 2D animation.

So….

Like if you enjoy 2D animation.

Like if you enjoy heroic fantasy .

Reblog if you would definitely watch and support a 2D animated heroic fantasy show.

Gen Z Musical Theater Kids Be Like

I've watched this 20 times and I discovered something new each time because there's so much chaotic energy I can't stop laughing sksksksksksjdjdjddjdjdjs

Heyo! It's me, I'm back with a new drawing! Yeah... I don't have an excuse for being gone for a while, I just vanished. But I'm back, giving you peeps a colored drawing! This drawing is based off of the INT Angle Super Saiyan Two Goku from Dokkan Battle.

Hopefully you all enjoy this and continue having a nice day!

Goku0422 out!

First Home in the U.S. specifically for sex-trafficked boys is set to open in late 2016. Of course neighbors pulled a stink and tried to get the house shut down before it even opened. 

The founders are still trying to take donations to help cover maintenance costs. You can find more information about this ministry and donate here

OOOOH THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR MANY REASONS

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Excellent

I CANNOT believe how much resistance they’re facing. 

People are worried about their property values when these young boys have literally been sold as sex slaves and raped and abused in who knows how many other ways. They just need a safe place to heal and protection while they testify against their abusers so we can put the actual criminals in prison.

And people are worried about them “taking their medicine” like we’re trying to cure them of something. These are trafficking victims. But apparently people are more worried about these boys than they are about making sure the people who abused them go to prison. 

Oh man, as soon as I get a little extra money I’ll be donating to this fine cause because this is just fucking great. I hate all the shit they’re getting for it, but shit or no shit I want to support these people.

This is very important 

I love that every few months this post gets another surge of notes, and now is good a time as any to give an update.

In late Fall last year, the area of North Carolina where this house is set to be opened experienced a lot of very bad flooding. This has set them back. They wanted to be open by now, but they have finished restoring the house and are now working on furnishing it so they can open soon. 

The link above is broken, so here is an updated one. You can see they  now have a registry for Target and Walmart open. If you want to donate by buying items they need to furnish it, you can do so this way. 

I am so unbelievably happy that this exists!

REBLOG THIS SO HARD!!!

This is important.

I’m probably gonna be more active on Facebook in the coming weeks (when I have the time to draw) - search Turnip Towers to find me. NSFW is censored but still, please only go to that page if you’re 18+. I’m at least obligated to ask.

Reblog if you can, please <3

this is a fucking issue

  1. Boys are beautiful
  2. boys are amazing
  3. boys are strong
  4. boys are great
  • they are NOT gross
  • they are NOT the worst 
  • they are NOT stupid 

they are so fucking capable. 

There are trans boys. There are nerodivergent boys. there are poc boys and lgbt boys and there are tall boys and short boys and chubby boys and thin boys, dorky boys and macho boys and boys who like dresses and boys who dont. There’s so many different types of boys and they ALL deserve love and ALL deserve to feel safe and welcome here. yes, even the cishet white boys. judge the boys by their personality, not their gender. As a nerodivergent trans boy. This hurts me. i understand women need the confidence boost but men do as well.

PLEASE reblog this if you believe boys deserve just as much love as girls do. ESPECIALLY if you yourself are a girl. 

thank you 🖤

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I do not tolerate sexism. If you do tolerate it, unfollow me and block me immediately.

Wtf

Boys are just as amazing as girls!

Boys are valid!

Boys are kind!

Boys are handsome!

Boys are unique and eye-catching!

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Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

if you can’t reblog this unfollow me right now

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I am trans so I’d be okay with it. 

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this is the offical ‘i care’ symbol this is how it works: basically you reblog this and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at there message. if you care about your followers please reblog

Source: token
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if you still had any doubts the police are not here to serve and protect

frank ordonez’ (the ups driver) brother is raising money for a lawyer, to cover funeral costs and to help frank’s little daughter’s school costs

Source: twitter.com

You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.

Yes, please reblog

Do it. Now.

i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many people feel suicidal, and i  have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’ 

Blog type doesn’t matter. Caring for people does.

This isn’t my blog type but *deep inhale* 

SAVING SUICIDAL LIVES IS BETTER THAN KEEPING IT TO MY BLOG THEME SO DEAR YA’LL WHO ARE SUICIDAL I’M HERE SIS/BRO/SIBLING!! STAY STRONG!!

I can promise this

Not today cruel world

Not today

Friend: “Why do you like Vegeta so much?

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He always loses,

He’s weak.”

Me: “Maybe because I realize that strength

Isn’t about always winning.

That his greatest battle wasn’t the enemies he faced;

Or even his rivalry against Goku.

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His greatest battle was against himself.

Overcoming what he was raised to be,

To become the hero he had to be.

And because he won that battle.

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That’s why I will always love Vegeta.”

forever reblogging this

Omg. Can someone hold my hand

I will reblog this every single time I see it on my dash.

But also because, 

Daddy.

Reblogging purely because of the “daddy” addition. @hellsbells9000

Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same

Me: I think I don’t exist.

Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.

Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.

Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?

Therapist: No.

Me: Wow.

Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.

Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.

Therapist: That’s a start!

Me: I guess he’s still my friend?

Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.

Me:

Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.

Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.

Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.

Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*

Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!

Me: Yeah!!

Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?

Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-

Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.

Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.

Me: What-

Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS* 

Me: 

Me: Jerome.

Therapist: You went to the gaypride?

Me: Yeah, I went.

Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?

Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.

Therapist: Did you see some bears?

Me:

Me: Jerome wh-

Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it. 

Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?

Me: No, I want it!!

Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!

Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.

Therapist: That’s not very hard.

Me: I always wondered, are you queer?

Therapist: I am not.

Me: Ooh.

Therapist: Or am I?

Me: Ooh!

As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.

The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.

This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.

As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.

He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.

Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.

Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.

Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.

Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.

Me: What??

Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?

Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?

Therapist: Exactly.

Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.

Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-

Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?

Me: Dinner first.

Therapist:

Therapist: Damien, you moron.

Therapist: You need vacations.

Me: I’m broke.

Therapist: Oh yeah.

Therapist: You still need vacations tho.

Me: Jerome, I am still broke.

Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!

Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.

Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?

Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.

For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:

Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?

Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.

Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?

Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?

Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.

Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!

Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.

Me:

Me: What.

Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.

Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.

Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.

Therapist:

Therapist: How dare you.

Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.

Me:

Therapist: Do you smoke?

Me: Jerome.

On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing

He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one

I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL

It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg

Always reblog Jerome.

Is he now aware of his fame?

After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”

I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*

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I have been here, multiple times!  By referring to the order as a “Little Rosa”, you don’t have to make as big a deal out of the fact that you’re seeking help.

And believe it or not, it gets better. Rosa’s also gives out sweatshirts to the homeless (or sells them to the general public) that has information on local soup kitchens and even computer training in the area, on an insert sewn inside the sweatshirt.

Reblogged again for these excellent details.

Also you can buy slices for the homeless through their online store, from anywhere, not just PA!

thank you for the comment about buying online! I am in canada but would love to help

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST

Time Patrol Part 2

Shade arrived at the Time Nest, taking note on how it became chillier than normal. His hands found refuge in his hoodie pocket as he walked towards a shorter woman. Her skin a pinkish color, her hair a peach color. She had pointed ears and an earring on each one. She wore an elegant purple dress as he approached.

"Hello Supreme Kai, you wanted to see me?" He towered over her, as she gave a small smile.

"I did, glad you came. You know, 20 minutes late." Her tone went from sweet to annoyed, her smile gone completely. Shade took a quick step back.

"Well, I uh... Needed lunch. I got hungry, but I'm here okay? What do you need?" The Kai let out an annoyed sigh. She gave him a quick glare before walking off into a small building. The Saiyan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as she came back. In her hand was a scroll and a specially made watch. She handed both to Shade.

"These are for you." He put on the watch, noticing the intricate design on it and how much technology was built into it.

"Thanks, what's the watch for?" He reached to the scroll. When his hand touched it, a number appeared on the watch. "761?"

"That's the age this scroll represents. Age 761. That's the year your uncle, Raditz, went to Earth to get your father to join him and the other Saiyans. Something is wrong, and this is your first mission." Shade wasn't prepared for the sudden teleportation, which ended with him falling.

"AAAAHHHH!" He landed hard on the ground, specifically on his back. Around him, 3 people looked at him quietly groan in pain and slowly get up. One was his father, Son Goku. The other a family friend, Piccolo. The last being the evil Saiyan, Raditz. Shade slowly looked around, noticing a sinister and purple aura around his uncle. He chuckled slightly, mostly out of embarrassment.

"Uh... I'm here to stop you Raditz." From the Time Nest, the Kai put her head in her hands as Shade focused on Raditz. The Saiyan quickly lunged forward, slamming his foot into Raditz's chest. Then he quickly flipped back, his foot grabbing onto his uncle's chin and threw him in the air. He turned to look at Piccolo. "How long will it take you to charge an attack to end this?" Piccolo, after coming back to his senses, putting two fingers to his forehead.

"Give me two or three minutes, and then keep him still." With that, Shade nodded and raced upwards, slamming a fist into Raditz's jaw. Goku appeared above Raditz and kicked him down to the ground.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but if you're helping out, I won't stop you." Goku said, a calm smile on his face as Shade smirked.

"Yeah, I'm here to help." Shade unwrapped his tail from his waist. "From one good Saiyan to another." The two Saiyans raced down towards the evil Saiyan. Before they hit, they quickly lunged to the side, before reconvening at the center. Both of them elbowed Raditz, then Shade delivered a powerful gut punch. Blood and spit flew out of the Saiyan's mouth, before Goku delivered a barrage of punches at Raditz's stomach. Piccolo stood still, charging his attack. He had to put all his focus on it or the attack would be too weak.

Shade slowly got into a running man stance, instantly getting the attention of Goku and Piccolo. Shade quickly broke out into a sprint, and slammed an elbow into Raditz's face.

"GAH!" Piccolo and Goku watched in a stun silenced as Shade delivered a flurry of quick kicks, each one only getting more powerful. The barrage ended with a single powerful gut punch.

"Gotta save the best for last!" Shade shouted as he rushed into the air before cupping his hands and putting them to the side.

"Ka... Me..." A blue sphere started to form in his hands as a massive power started to appear. Raditz crumbled to the floor in pain. "Ha... Me..." Shade threw his hands forward, launching the beam at the ground. "HA!" The beam travelled fast, hitting Raditz before he could react. A powerful explosion sent a shockwave rippling through the area. As the dust settled, the evil Saiyan's armor was destroyed as Piccolo finally finished the attack. Out of instinct, Goku put Raditz in a Full Nelson to ensure that he couldn't get away.

"SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!" The purple and yellow blast traveled straight through the two Saiyans, Shade feeling some pain as he watched the man who helped raised him die in such a way. Shade slowly stopped watching as he was teleported back to the Time Nest, a proud smile on his face at the first completed mission.

Something new I'm doing. This is the story of Shade as a Time Patroller.

Time Patrol Part 1

The clock ticked away, time slowly passing as a group of rookie Time Patrollers waited for their test results. This was a requirement for graduation from the academy. Some were worried, some were egotistical, and one was taking a nap at her desk. The talking was the only thing keeping people from going insane.

"So Zucci, how do you think you did?" An Earthling asked a Saiyan warrior.

"I think I did pretty well, but you never know, right? Yo Shade?" The Saiyan called out to him. With a quick glance over, his eyes found the pair. Shade, another Saiyan, lifted his head and stretched before planting his hands in his hoodie pocket.

"What is it? Asking me how I did on the test?"

"Obviously. It was difficult." A small chuckle escaped Shade, his tail unwrapping from his waist.

"I got a 100%, every answer on the test was easy, since you only had to do one." A confident smirk found itself on his face, the entire class now looking at him in shock. "What? If you read the actual directions, it said that this was just a brain teaser. It was a riddle, however it was worded like a bunch of problems." He walked casually to the front of the room and wrote out some of the problems from memory on the board.

"What the hell do you mean? What riddle?" A Frost Demon from the back shouted as Shade finished the problems. He then pointed to them.

"Problem solving is a skill required by the Time Patrol, and that's what I did. The key to the test was that 1=C, meaning that every number was 3 after the first. Example, if the answer was 25, the letter would be B. If the answer was 7, the letter would be K. It was a simple test of problem solving. If you did it right, you would've gotten..." He picked up the chalk again and started writing. Everyone now intensely watching the board, a lavender haired fighter standing behind the main door, smiling at the one explaining.

"What the hell does it say?"

"Hey, move so I can see."

"QUIET JENNIFER!" Shade put the piece of chalk down and walked away as everyone stared at the board. Shade confidently smirked and sat down.

"It says 'The Time Patrol will protect the time stream, no matter what.'" With that said, the fighter walked through the door. A brown trench coat was the first thing seen, the second being the sword that stayed with the fighter. The students quickly scrambled to their seats.

"Glad to see that some of reputation perceds me. As many of you know, I am a member of the elite Time Patrol. I've come today to tell you the results of your test. For the good news, all of you passed." A smile formed the fighter's face as the sighs of relief were all let out, everyone seemingly more relaxed. "But wait, there is more. Only one person got 100% on the test, and it was... Son Shade. He figured out the true test and managed to ace it. So Shade, I can't wait to show you the ropes." A chuckle escaped the Saiyan.

"Well, I'm just that good. Sorry not al- wait, you are showing me the ropes?" The confidence slowly started to drain from the teen as the elite Time Patroller nodded.

"Yes, I'll be your mentor. I welcome you all to the Time Patrol." As the other students celebrated at passing and getting in, Shade was busy figuring out a way to somehow survive being babysat by him. Soon the other students piled out of the room, leaving Shade and the warrior alone in the class in silence.

"Hey Trunks, why are you going to be watching me?" Shade asked the lavender haired fighter. Trunks sighed before walking over to Shade.

"Believe me, I know you can hold your own and are very reliable. However, after recent events with Towa and Mira and... My old partner, The Supreme Kai Of Time wants to be cautious, so you're stuck with me." Shade let out a smile before standing up.

"Honestly, I'm glad to hear that then instead of being told I'm weak." Shade started walking out of the room, hand in his pockets. He reached the door and left the room, leaving Trunks alone. A small smile appeared on his face. Shade walked out of the school, in his hands was a pair of keys as he quietly whistled. A proud smile on his face.

"Now, all that's left for me to do is not mess it up. This will be easy." The only thing Shade didn't know, was that this was not gonna be easy in the slightest.