#michi yaps

[michi-chelle]

these might be the cutest towas ever. sorry i don’t make the rules.

[dyingnerdyprude]

yes i ship grace and max.

yes i also ship richie and max.

we exist.

[brr-voca]

everyday i get closer and closer to making a scott pilgrim vs the world garrance au.

[wing-ed-thing]

Trash Romance (Kakuzu x Reader)

Synopsis: At some point, Kakuzu had to wonder why he was always the one stuck with the useless chatter... that he was definitely uninterested in.

Word Count: 697

Tags/Warnings: @theacevampire​, Mentions of Gossip Topics (Unexpected Pregnancy, Illegitimate Children, Other Scandal), Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: I feel like Kakuzu is that dad who says that he doesn’t care about your trash TV but sticks around to watch from the corner of the room.

And Kakuzu thought that Hidan’s chatter was bad.

—“And he traveled to the Hidden Sound from the Land of Water to meet her, like, twice and suddenly they’re engaged. I mean, sure, they’ve been sending hawks every day—”

You had been yammering on for hours. Surely, your skills couldn’t be so specialized that you were the only partner who could have accompanied him.

At least, Hidan tended to tire himself out. Hidan found multitasking hard enough, so just walking and spouting about Jashin was typically enough to get him worn down. You, however, didn’t seem to turn off. Kakuzu waited with dwindling patience for you to reach the end of your account, only for you to be reminded of another. And the yapping continued.

Kakuzu glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and sure enough, you looked the same as you had at the beginning of the journey. A thick book, about the size of Kakuzu’s palm, sat in your right hand. Your thumb pressed in between the covers to mark a vague spot within the thousands of pages and you waved it around as if it were nothing.

—“parents were so rude over dinner and pretty much accused her of being a mail order bride, but didn’t have much to say when they told them that she was pregnant—”

Kakuzu had been certain that, at the beginning of it all, you were talking about the book. (He wasn’t interested enough to look at the title.) But the more you spoke, the more you seemed to talk about the events as if you were there. Granted, whether or not you were yammering about some inane book or silly gossip, Kakuzu had little tolerance for it.

“Do you ever shut up?” Kakuzu hissed. The hems around his shoulders flexed as his muscles tensed in anger underneath the black fabric. A few inky, thick tendrils shot out from his skin, but with little hesitation, you swatted them away with the back of your book. They, much like Kakuzu himself, continued to hover menacingly over you as you stood still in the middle of the road. “I do not care about your silly little stories.”

You scowled up at him, heated and unkillable.

“Well excuse me for trying to fill the silence that’s your fault, might I add.” You proceeded forward, leaving Kakuzu no less bewildered and frustrated than before. The tendrils shrunk back into their stitches before he stalked after you.

“Have you forgotten that we have work to do?—” You made a snide remark about one of his bounties. Kakuzu continued. —“Why you’d think a shinobi of my standing wants to hear about your petty gossip about bastard children and-and failed marriages is beyond me—”

You muttered under your breath, “Well I mean, Ai isn’t a bastard, first of all…”

“Well considering Ena barely knew the father at the time of conception and the fact that he’s around so little, she may as well be one!” Kakuzu’s temper boiled too severely for him to notice the slow turn of your head. “You would think that Ena was the one who had the worms in her brain with the decisions that stupid woman thinks are clever. What an idiot.”

You took in Kakuzu’s empowered stride and quickened your pace to keep up with him. Part of you, probably for the first time that day, was hesitant to speak. Much like interacting with a wild animal, you worried that the sound of your voice would only make him more agitated.

“Michi wasn’t the one with the brain worms,” you gulped, tone casual, “That was Nen.”

“Right,” Kakuzu gritted from beneath his mask, arms pumping. “He was the one who ate the tainted meat in the Land of Fire… Another stupid decision by another stupid— and these people call themselves shinobi…”

You slipped your thumb out from the pages of your book and tucked it under your arm. If you played your cards right, you were sure that you could get a few quality rants out of Kakuzu, who turned out to be a bit more invested in your trash romance than he seemed to be aware of.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: This was originally supposed to be a Hidan fic (about how he’s a bad reader), but I thought that the more refined idea felt more Kakuzu. Maybe I’ll write the Hidan version someday! Haha this fic was high key dumb!

[not-bcring]

✩     「   @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight​​​​   」    ✩   -   Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Takemichi should have probably knocked... He usually DID. Why now of all times he hadn't, the little biker isn't sure. Maybe it was due to the excitement overwhelming him as he rushed in to tell Mondo the latest news. Having learned of the existence of a DIAMOND FRUITCAKE— the dessert made by a fellow Japanese pastry chef, taking 6 months to bake and costing over 1.65 million —he had to tell the fellow Crazy Diamond. It was too perfect of a name NOT to.

Standing in the doorway, having blurted out something related to a Diamond Fruitcake but not the right sort, Takemichi decides to blame this turn of events on homophobic fate. Because nothing aside from a vengeful, gay-bashing deity could possibly hate Michi THIS much...

Face flushed red at the sight of Mondo poorly pleasuring himself ( for reasons Takemichi has an idea about ) entire body stiffens, including a troublesome little friend in his own pants, as his brain fights to remember how to breathe. With AIR being a difficulty, it's a miracle he manages to duck in time to avoid being smacked in the face. Especially since his gaze had unwittingly roamed from Mondo's glistening fingers to his bulging muscles instead. Yelping as he avoids the pillow projectile, shrill sound sends a fresh shudder of shame through his body.

❝ Fuck! Yeah, I can fuckin' TELL! ❞ Michi irritably retorts to Mondo's complaint, gaze snapping from the pillow back to Mondo to further bitch him out. Apparently having forgotten the ISSUE with that, cheeks heat up further with a strained— ❝ Shit. ❞ —as Michi hastily turns on his heel to try and give Mondo some semblance of privacy. If that's even possible to have between them after what Takemichi wandered into. Realizing that the door is still ajar, he mutters profanities and SLAMS it shut before anyone else can catch a glimpse of what they shouldn't.

... With him still standing on this side of the door.

❝ Oh, you've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me. ❞ Michi groans, resting his forehead against the door with a thud. Sucking in a sharp and not-thought-through breath, he spins around again and snaps, ❝ Y'know what? No. Okay— No. This is NOT my fault! And I'm not gonna be th' only one makin' an ass of myself over it! ❞ Not sure why he's even still talking instead of racing down the hallway and into traffic, Michi rests a hand over his chest and yaps with all the intimidation of a small dog, ❝ 'Cause I do want somethin'! I can't exactly remember what it WAS anymore, but I did have somethin' to tell ya! ❞

❝ So— So, whatever it was— I'm sure it would have been worth me bargin' in unannounced! Which wouldn't have even been an issue if you weren't busy gettin' your rocks off! ❞ Unsure what the point of this self-righteous speech is, Michi wonders if he's arguing for the sake of getting Mondo to say something— ANYTHING —or whether he just... doesn't want to leave. As if staying here any longer will accomplish anything other than making a fool of himself. 「 ☆ 」

[distopea]

@viciousbite

Oh Hello, time to ruin a stranger's day by dropping a bloody piece of meat at them from a nearby roof. Said bloody piece is someone's severed leg. // Michi being Michi. -- can take seriously or crack.

There’s a shadow on the roof, someone he doesn’t really see. He has been alarmed by one of his subordinate, and while he’s on duty, well, he has no choice but to do his job. He would have preferred having a beer in town, or just lazily looked at the waves crashing against the marine’s bastion, unwinding after a long day doing nothing but paperwork. However, it appears that his subordinate was right ; there’s indeed someone up there, and Mika wonders what kind of prick would want to turn into a gargoyle and perch themselves in probably the most uncomfortable place. Probably a jerk who believes that having fun with the Navy could be the thrilling moment of the evening.

“Seriously, people are dumb these days…” He curses, while he’s ready to climb the ladder leading to the roof. “What the fuck!”

He yaps while he takes a step backwards, sensing something quite hard and sticky splashing against his white uniform, soiling his hair, half of his face and his pants with a rather disgusting smell. Meat? Did that asshole send him meat, for real?

“Hey you damn moron!” He yells, furious blue eyes looking up, a few droplets of blood covering his features. He could look feral in an odd way. “Come fucking down and let’s have a chat! You know how much meat cost you ignorant jerk?!”

[cancersfakianakis1]

Clinical factors of response in patients with advanced ovarian cancer participating in early phase clinical trials

Publication date: May 2017 Source:European Journal of Cancer, Volume 76 Author(s): Angela George, Rebecca Kristeleit, Saeed Rafii, Caroline O. Michie, Rebecca Bowen, Vasiliki Michalarea, Tom van Hagen, Mabel Wong, Grigorios Rallis, L. Rhoda Molife, Juanita Lopez, Udai Banerji, Susana N. Banerjee, Martin E. Gore, Johann S. de Bono, Stan B. Kaye, Timothy A. Yap Drug resistance to conventional anticancer therapies is almost inevitable in patients with advanced ovarian cancer (AOC), limiting their available treatment options. Novel phase I trial therapies within a dedicated drug development unit may represent a viable alternative; however, there is currently little evidence for patient outcomes in such patients. To address this, we undertook a retrospective review of patients with AOC allocated to phase I trials in the Drug Development Unit at Royal Marsden Hospital (RMH) between June 1998 and October 2010. A total of 200 AOC patients with progressive disease were allocated to ≥1 trial each, with a total of 281 allocations. Of these, 135 (68%) patients commenced ≥1 trial (mean 1.4 [1–8]), totaling 216 allocated trials; 65 (32%) patients did not start due to deterioration resulting from rapidly progressive disease (63 patients) or patient choice (2 patients). Response Evaluation Criteria in Solid Tumours (RECIST) complete/partial responses (CR/PR) were observed in 43 (20%) of those starting trials, including those on poly(ADP-ribose) polymerase (PARP) inhibitors (18/79 [23%]), antiangiogenics (9/65 [14%]) and chemotherapy combinations (14/43 [33%]). Factors associated with CR/PR included: fewer prior treatments, platinum-sensitive disease, CR/PR with prior therapy, (the United States-based) Eastern Cooperative Oncology Group (ECOG) performance status score, fewer metastatic sites, higher albumin and haemoglobin levels, lower white cell counts and baseline CA125 levels, germline BRCA1/2 mutations and better RMH Prognostic Score. Mean survival was 32° months for patients who achieved CR/PR. Treatments were generally well tolerated. Most patients with AOC (134/200 [67%]) received ≥1 subsequent line of therapy after phase I trials. Our data suggest that phase I trial referrals should be considered earlier in the AOC treatment pathway and before the onset of rapid disease progression particularly with the emergence of promising novel agents in the era of precision medicine. http://ift.tt/2lS9WeS

[michi-chelle]

do we think maybe a vegetable would cause less despair

[michi-chelle]

in the span of a few hours rei won a moneymatch, won a deathmatch, had a fistfight with towa, had two emotionally heavy conversations, had like two mental breakdowns, and to top it all off lost his virginity? boy’s a fuckin machine lmaoooo

[michi-chelle]

go off king

[michi-chelle]

i miss my pathetic loser boy 🥺

[michi-chelle]

this scene hits different right after rei’s route 🥲

[michi-chelle]

also towa offering to get rei off every time rei’s inconvenienced. my guy just say you want him.

[michi-chelle]

sir that’s rich coming from you

[michi-chelle]

my people-pleasing ass trying to raise the euphoria of every character i talk to during free exploration not knowing i can get inspiration from responses that lower euphoria too lmaoooo

[michi-chelle]

mood