Instead of saying that Isaac Newton was sitting under an apple tree when an apple fell from it and hit him on the head, we should start saying that Isaac Newton was sitting under an apple tree when someone fucking yeeted an apple at him.

Reblogging this so anyone who follows me or checks out my blog has to see a picture of Isaac Newton with cat ears.

Isaac Mewton

the catboy scientist

me: my problematic fave is back *squeals and flails arms*

also me: he’s a cancer cell. i shouldn’t be so happy about this, should i?

Cancer Cell (癌細胞) - Hataraku Saibou S2 - Episode 6

apple cookie: i wanna be a grown-up!

me: no you don’t

Fundraiser - please help

I’m a member of a Discord server and one of the members is in desperate need of help. More information can be found on their GoFundMe (https://gf.me/u/ytspyi).

It would be great if people could donate, however if you are unable to or prefer not to, even to reblog this post would help a lot.

Thanks♥

Remember, your cells are hard at work everyday, but they can’t make you invincible!

THERE’S GOING TO BE A SECOND SEASON!!!!!!

https://twitter.com/hataraku_saibou/status/1242786093172318208

WHO DO I NEED TO SEE ABOUT A SECOND SEASON OF HATARAKU SAIBOU??????

I need your guy's help again...

I know, I feel like I'm overstepping my boundaries (that's what I think though) but, a family member of mine needs any amount of donation...

My uncle got Hit-and-Run at the province. The police haven't been able to capture the person/people who did that to him. The incident happened in a dark place and no CCTV cameras around (the area was mountainous and mostly full of rice fields). He suffered from multiple bone fractures (mostly from his hands and his back) and tissue damage. Just now one of my aunts called and told us that he was now at the operating room because of internal bleeding. We really wanted to help but, even us are struggling financially.

I needed help from you all but I just feel guilty that I keep asking of this to you. So, this is what I decided to do:

1 DONATION (ANY AMOUNT) = 1 FREE DRAWING REQUEST

I mean, it's only fair and for me to show my appreciation for your guy's help.

I can draw Sketches, Linearts, and Linarts with Flat Colors (Bust and Half Only)

This are the things I can't draw though:

❌ NSFW

❌ Furries

❌ Mecha

❌ Realism

❌ Gore

Please PM me if you wanted to donate and I would do your drawing request.

Here is my PayPal Email: [email protected]

I'm willing to give you all of my free time to draw all of your requests. (Please be patient with me if any of the requests take too long since I don't know how many or if any would donate) My uncle really needed this.

Also if you can, please support me on KO-FI as well. I'm using it to earn for a new laptop (since my current one is super old and is showing signs of damage already), medicine for my mama and for a few groceries.

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I thank you guys again for your time in reading this. Please help me spread this post. Bless you all and Have a great day to all of you! ❤️

Don’t startle the mothman!

To the creator of the cell hell we all love, R.I.P. @salty-lord-thoughts-machine we will miss you in cell hell and continue to disappoint you  

CAW Appreciation Week Day 06: AU

AU: Soulmate first words AU Disclaimer: CAW (c) Shimizu Akane Human names: AE3803 - Akamine Akane Cancer Cell - Shirai Ganjirou Eosinophil - Eri U-1146 - Shiro A/N: Ganjirou’s parents and Akamine Sayuri are mine. --------- At the start of the year in which a person turns sixteen, they receive their first words. The first words their soulmate will say to them. Akane looks down at her arm. The words Oh my God, what happened?! are written in neat, black print. She wonders in exactly what situation she will meet her soulmate to have those be their first words to her. Meanwhile, in another prefecture, Ganjirou just stares at his blank arm, as if the action would somehow make words appear on it. It doesn't. Ganjirou considers writing something on there and pretending that he too, has a soulmate. When Akane returns to school, the hallways and classrooms are buzzing with talk of soulmates. Her friend Eri approaches her and holds out her arm. "It's him," she says, a tinge of red spreading across her cheeks. "Will you tell him?" "I...I don't know. It was a long time to wait...I don't know if…" She trails off and averts her gaze. "I'm sure he waited." "Thanks," Eri mutters, "What about your words?" Akane shows Eri her arm. The blonde girl just looks at it, unsure what to say. In the end she asks, "Do you think it's someone you know?" Akane shakes her head. The rest of the year passes by without any sign of Akane's soulmate. Shiro mentions that maybe he lives in a different part of the country or even the world. She considers that possibility and wonders if, once she graduates from high school, she should study elsewhere. Their final year is approaching and Akane and Eri talk about what they're going to do. Akane wants to study haematology, so she looks around at the various universities, both in Japan and abroad. She makes a list of possible ones. Eri is interested in researching eosinophilic diseases and disorders, however she's unsure what she should study in order to do that. In another part of the country, Ganjirou twirls his pen as he considers his second and third preferences. His first choice is oncology, but he's not really sure what else to put if that falls through. As he twirls his pen, he casts a sideways glance at his arm. It's still blank. Ganjirou's parents decide to take him to a specialist in another prefecture. Maybe he can determine why you don't have a mark. That's what his mother says. At the end of February, Akane leaves her workplace for the last time. She handed in her notice earlier in the month, explaining that she wanted to focus on her studies. Her boss and co-workers all wish her well. She pulls out her phone and calls home. "Hey Mum," she says, "I've just left work, I'll be home soon.” "Alright, see you soon." Ganjirou walks through the streets of the unfamiliar city. He will be going to see the specialist tomorrow, but right now he just wants to be alone. Ahead, he sees a figure running out of an alleyway. He doesn't think much of it until he reaches the alleyway. Sprawled on the concrete is a young girl, about his age. She has golden brown eyes and bright red hair. What stands out the most though is the pool of blood under her head. Something inside Ganjirou's head screams at him to help them, to call 119. He rushes over to her and gasps in horror. "Oh my God, what happened?!" (When Ganjirou remembers this moment later, he will curse his choice of words.) Akane can make out a figure in front of her. A boy with white hair. She wonders if he is an angel. She opens her mouth, but is unable to speak. Ganjirou removes his top and tears some of the material off to use to try and stop the bleeding. He then grabs his phone and dials 119, hoping that she can be saved. Except she can't be. The paramedics load her body into a bag. As the light from the nearby street lamp shines on them, Ganjirou catches sight of her arm. The words Oh my God, what happened?! are written in neat, black print. And the reality of why his arm is blank crashes into him like a speeding freight train. The police question Ganjirou, ask him if he saw anything or anyone. He tells them about the figure running from the alleyway. One of the officers contacts his parents to come and pick him up from the station. He sits and stares out the window on the drive back to the hotel. “Ganjirou,” his mother says, “Do you want to talk about it?” He shakes his head. He wishes that this was just all a bad dream and that he would wake up. Anything would be better than this. Ganjirou’s mother cancels the appointment with the specialist. They return home two days later. When Ganjirou starts his final year in April, everything feels different. He doesn’t understand how someone he never even knew could affect him this way. It’s almost May when there is a knock at the door. Ganjirou’s mother answers it. A woman with medium-length red hair is standing there. “Can I help you?” his mother asks. “My name is Akamine Sayuri,” she says, “My daughter, Akane, was your son’s soulmate.” “Please,” she says, stepping aside, “come inside.” She leads her into the living room and invites her to take a seat. “Ganjirou’s at school, but he’ll be home soon. Would you like some tea?” “That would be lovely, thank you.” Ganjirou arrives home to hear voices. One is his mother, the other is a woman’s voice he does not recognise. He slips his shoes off and puts them to the side before heading towards the living room. “I’m home,” he says.“Welcome home,” his mother says, “Go put your bag down then come back here, okay?” Ganjirou nods. He heads upstairs and tosses his bag onto the bed before returning to the living room. “Ganjirou, I’d like to introduce someone to you,” she says, “This is Akamine Sayuri. Her daughter, Akamine Akane, is the girl who would have been your soulmate.” Ganjirou freezes. Sayuri rises from the seat and makes her way over to him. “Thank you,” she says. “I…I couldn’t do anything.” “You tried,” she tells him, “And…thank you just for being there, because even if she could not be saved, at least Akane did not have to die alone.” Ganjirou feels tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He tries to hold them back. He doesn’t feel like he has a right to cry over a girl he never knew, especially when that girl’s own mother is doing her best to put on a brave face. “It’s alright,” Sayuri assures him. And so, after holding it in for so long, Ganjirou breaks down. Not alone in his room. Not in the arms of either his mother or father. But in the arms of a person who, until today, was a complete stranger him. He wishes he could go back to that night. He wishes there was some way he could change what happened, but there isn’t. He can’t go backwards, only forwards. And so, he does.

CAW Appreciation Week Day 05: Crossover

Series: CAW and Bleach Disclaimer: CAW (c) Shimizu Akane and Bleach (c) Tite Kubo Human names: AE3803 - Akamine Akane Cancer Cell - Shirai Ganjirou Eosinophil - Eri You can probably consider this to be set prior to the series, but not as far back as the TBTP Arc. Also, I can’t really remember the consensus of whether souls can remember their human lives (I’ve heard they can’t, but IIRC parrot boy remembered Chad when he comes to the SS with Ichigo and co). So, in this fic, I’m going with the idea that, while it is possible, it’s very rare. By the way, in this, they do still recall their names because, I just feel like…your name isn’t something you would just forget. --------- Akane runs as fast as she can, her bare feet hitting the pavement. Tucked under her arm is a loaf of bread. A man is chasing her, brandishing a stick, calling her a dirty thief and yelling at her to stop. The red-haired girl darts down an alleyway in an attempt to lose her pursuer. Unfortunately for her, he anticipates this and heads down the next alleyway. As she emerges from the other end of the alleyway, he roughly grabs her arm and shoves her against the wall. “I’ll teach you to steal from me,” he snarls. Akane instinctively shuts her eyes as the man raises his free hand. However, before the blow can hit her, the man lets out a yelp of pain. Another hand grabs hers and a voice says, “Run.” She opens her eyes to see a boy around her age with white hair and green eyes. Something about him seems familiar, almost as if they’ve met before. But that can’t be true. She’s never seen anyone else around with eyes that shade of green. As soon as they’re far enough away, he stops and turns back to face her. “What are you doing in a place like this?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “This is where I was sent.” The boy looks at her, an expression of disbelief on his face. She doesn’t look like someone who belongs in this District. It is a place rife with corruption and violence and murder (because, even though this is the afterlife, it doesn’t mean you can’t die again). It isn’t a place for someone like the girl standing in front of him. “Thanks,” she says, “I’m Akane, by the way. Akamine Akane.” She then offers some of the bread to the boy. “For helping me,” she says. He waves his hand and says,

“You have it. If you’re needing food, that must mean you possess spiritual power.” “Yeah.” “You ever consider joining the Academy?” “I’ve thought about it,” she says. “It’d be a way out of here,” he tells her, “I’m going to sit the entrance exam this year.” They go their separate ways. Akane doesn’t expect to see him again. Rukongai is a vast place, with thousands of souls like her, and more coming in each day. She still can’t shake the familiarity of the white-haired boy though. As she heads back to the shack she’s living in, she thinks to herself that maybe she will sit the exam too. It might be her chance to see him again, maybe even determine why he seemed familiar to her. It’s as she curls up on the ground, that she realises something…she doesn’t even know the boy’s name. Still, there can’t be that many boys with white hair and eyes that shade of green. That night, Akane has a dream. When she wakes, she can only recall snippets of it. But there’s one thing that stands out. A white-haired boy named Shirai Ganjirou. A white-haired boy who looks identical to the soul who saved her the day before. She dismisses it as a coincidence. Apart from their names, souls don’t retain their memories upon entering the Soul Society. Or at least, it’s extremely rare that they do. And, the chance of meeting someone you knew from the World of the Living – well, unless you died at the same time and received your tickets at the same time – that chance is so small, it’s almost non-existent. The dreams don’t stop though. Still, Akane dismisses them as her brain trying to fill in the blanks. A couple weeks later, Akane runs into him again. “Oh,” he says, “You’re that soul from before. Akane, wasn’t it?” She nods. “You never told me your name,” she says. “Ganjirou,” he replies, “Shirai Ganjirou.” Akane is taken aback. It has to be a coincidence, her mind tells her. It can’t be though. It’s too much of a coincidence. “Akane?” Ganjirou asks. He waves a hand in front of her face. Akane blinks, snapping out of her thoughts. “Sorry,” she mutters. Ganjirou averts his gaze, staring down at the dirt. Ever since he saved Akane that day, he couldn’t help shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere. And then he started having dreams. Dreams about a girl who looked like her and a boy who looked like him. But when he woke, he could only remember snippets of the dreams. However, the night before, Ganjirou had a dream that confirmed everything. He knew Akane when he was alive. “You know how there are rare occasions where a soul can remember their life in the Human World?” he asks. “Yeah?” “I think…” he begins. He then falters. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.” He wants to tell her, but can’t help but think that the chance of them both remembering is so unlikely it’s pretty much impossible. The two of them go their separate ways again, but this time Ganjirou tells Akane where to look for him if she wants to see him again. That night, Akane has another dream. But unlike the other times, when she wakes, she remembers every detail of it. She runs, no sprints all the way to the spot where Ganjirou says she would be able to find him. She stops and bends over, hands on her knees, catching her breath, before standing up again. “Ganjirou?” she asks, “It’s me. Akane.” The door slowly opens. Ganjirou leans against the door frame, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry,” she says, “Did I wake you?” “It’s fine.” “I had a dream last night,” she tells him, “about…that day.” Ganjirou’s eyes go wide before he gestures for her to come inside. That day was supposed to be the happiest day of their life. That day was supposed to be the start of their life together. That day was supposed to be the start of something. But it wound up being the end of everything. Akane looks up. Ganjirou is leaning over her, as if shielding her. There is a large gash on his forehead and blood is dripping from it. She looks down to see more blood. It is with a start that she realises that some of it is hers too. She looks around. There is no way out. Both of them are too injured to move and she can’t reach her phone or his from this angle either. She can only pray that help will come, and that it will come soon. “A…kane…” Ganjirou’s voice is weak. “We’ll be fine,” she says, trying to reassure both him and herself, “Eri would have called 119.” “A…kane,” he repeats, “I…love…you. I’lll…find you…in…the…next world. I…promise.” Those are the last words he ever speaks. “I’ll find you in the next world,” he whispers, “I promise.” Akane can feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “It really is you…” she gasps, making her way closer. She reaches up and places her hand on his cheek. “Ganjirou…” When a person enters the Soul Society, the odds of them finding or remembering anyone they knew while they were alive are so small, they’re basically non-existent. Yet, against these odds, Ganjirou and Akane did both. A month later, the two of them are lining up to sit the entrance exam for the Shin’o Academy. “Which Division do you hope to join?” Ganjirou asks. “Fourth,” she replies. Ganjirou smiles. “I should have known,” he comments. Akane smiles back. She had wanted to be a doctor in the Human World, so to join the Division whose specialty (well, one of) was healing seemed appropriate. “What about you?” she asks. Ganjirou shrugs. “I don’t mind,” he replies, “as long as we still get to see one another.” “Of course.” With those words, Akane reaches down and clasps Ganjirou’s hand. The two of them look straight ahead, ready to face whatever awaits them. --------- A/N: I was originally going to have Ganjirou want to join the 12th Division because both Cancer Cell and Kurotsuchi Mayuri are twisted and hot af.

CAW Appreciation Week Day 03: Favourite Ship

Ship: Ganaka (Cancer Cell X AE3803) Disclaimer: CAW (c) Shimizu Akane --------- AE3803 knocks at the door. It opens, revealing a green-eyed, white-haired cell. "AE3803..." he says. Cancer Cell smiles at the erythrocyte. It shouldn't make her feel happy inside, but it does. He then steps aside and gestures for her to come inside. "Why did you come here?" he asks. I wanted to see you again. Because I love you. She can't find it in herself to say either. Instead she just replies, "I had some free time." It’s not exactly a lie, she’s already finished her scheduled deliveries. A hand encloses over her wrist and she finds herself pulled against a firm chest. Cancer Cell rests his chin on top of the erythrocyte's head. If AE3803 closes her eyes, she can pretend that the cell holding her isn't a threat to their world. She can tell herself that everything is fine. The white-haired cell pulls back slightly to look down at the erythrocyte. “I like it when you come here,” he says. AE3803 hears the words Cancer Cell doesn’t say. I like being around you. I like you. She knows he won’t say the words I love you, but that’s fine with her. She still loves him anyway. Even though she hasn't told him. Yet. (If someone had told AE3803 she would fall in love with a cancer cell, she would have said no way, that would never happen. But it did.) At first, she was afraid of Cancer Cell. Then, she became curious. She hadn't realised it at the time, but somewhere between fear and curiosity, another emotion surfaced. (It was when Cancer Cell, quite unexpectedly - to both her and him - kissed her that she realised what this emotion was. Love.) "You haven't told anyone I'm back, have you?" "No," she replies, "I haven't." AE3803 knows she should tell someone. Like she did that very first time when she alerted Macrophage. But at the same time, she knows she won't. How could she? She knows what can happen to the body if Cancer Cell wins. But, at the same time, to intentionally lead the cell she loves to his death feels like betrayal. So, when she leaves the room later that day, she doesn't say a word. She knows that sooner or later the Immune Cells will learn that Cancer Cell has returned. She knows there will be another battle. But she won't be the one to tell. Not this time.

YAY GANAKA!!

*squeals and flails arms*

CaW Appreciation Week, Day 03: OTP

Cancer Cell/Red Blood Cell AE-3803

Scene taken from Cells At Work, Episode 02

Everyone hates my true form. The immune cells all want to kill me. Why me? What did I do except being born? But today… Today someone thanked me. Today I helped someone. For one day, one person needed me.

Let me think she thanked him off screen.

I am also curious👀

*yeets a plot bunny at @chemicalflashes*

CaW Appreciation Week, Day 02: Dendritic’s Album

I too, would like to know how those two got in that position. This is a shameless redraw of an Evangelion scene, guys, but with the angle flipped. I just loved that and could imagine these two nerds.