#dna day 2024

[jpyoerixfanxv]

Happy DNA Day. (Late)

[temeyes]

seido baseball team's formidable captain, everyone! (clean ver below!)

drew this as a warm up, but the editing crap took me almost 2hrs ahsahsha!!!!

he likes to take tito-coded selfies imo,,,,,

[impbites]

OCtober day 27 - fears 🐰💉

joru has an unreasonable fear of harvey... convinced that he's gnna capture them and do experiments on them even tho he is the most docile man in pelican town 🙄

[alacants]

racket golf, olympics edition (🎥 @teledeportertve 4.8.2024)

davis cup edition

[wumblr]

in 2027, the kids are going to arbitrarily assign numbers to hanna barbera sfx samples, and refer to them much in the same way we might use response images today

[pathologylab]

#Circulating tumor #DNA (ctDNA) testing represents a significant advancement in precision oncology. ctDNA refers to small fragments of tumor-derived DNA that are released into the bloodstream as #cancer cells die and disintegrate. Unlike traditional #tissue biopsies, which involve invasive procedures to extract tumor tissue, CtDNA #testing uses a simple blood sample—often termed a "liquid biopsy"—to analyze these fragments.

#G2M CtDNA Lung #Panel screens lung cancer causing genes to identify somatic #mutations in DNA from #blood tissue. It provides comprehensive detail of the cancer and helps to decide the best course of #treatment. The screening method involves using circulating tumor cells that are used as biomarkers to detect lung cancer. Circulating tumor DNA (ctDNA) is released from apoptotic and #necrotic tumor cells. #Applications of ctDNA in lung cancer include early #diagnosis and detection, prognosis prediction, detecting mutations and #structural alterations, minimal residual #disease, tumor mutational burden, and tumor evolution tracking.

Visit our website for more information: https://www.genes2me.com/next-generation-sequencing-clinical-panels/cancer-diagnosis-dna-Panels

#lungcancer #cancerpanel #cell #genes2me #diagnosis #awareness #worldlungday #lungday #worldlungday2024 #lungday2024

[vanessacarlysle]

Have you ever dreamt of a better version of yourself? Younger, more beautiful, more perfect. One single injection unlocks your DNA, starting a new cellular division, that will release another version of yourself. This is the Substance. You are the matrix. Everything comes from you. Everything is you. This is simply a better version of yourself. You just have to share. One week for one and one week for the other. A perfect balance of seven days each. The one and only thing not to forget: You. Are. One. You can't escape from yourself.

The Substance (2024) dir. Coralie Fargeat

[charli-xcx]

"Have you ever dreamt of a better version of yourself? Younger, more beautiful, more perfect. One single injection unlocks your DNA, starting a new cellular division, that will release another version of yourself. This is the Substance. You are the matrix. Everything comes from you. Everything is you. This is simply a better version of yourself. You just have to share. One week for one and one week for the other. A perfect balance of seven days each. The one and only thing not to forget: You. Are. One. You can't escape from yourself."

The Substance (2024) dir. Coralie Fargeat

[pedropascallme]

☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 17: Face sitting

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) mentions of survivor's guilt/PTSD, little bit of dirty talk, oral (f receiving), allusions to handjobs, kinda fluffy? If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: listen for a kinktober fic, I’m actually pretty proud of this. I will find any excuse to write fluff with a version of Joel who is absolutely out of his mind in love with you <3

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom, waking you, and swaddling you in a hazy glow in the otherwise dim room.

The rays that poked through the curtains illuminated tiny specks of dust in the air. It served as a reminder to you that the house needed a deep clean.

But that could be a problem for later.

Now, you turned on your side, admiring how dawn crept into the bedroom to turn Joel’s graying hair gold-flecked. The light warmed his tan skin, and you pressed your face into his chest where a sunbeam had made a home for itself.

“Mmph,” Joel grunted when you threw your leg over his thighs. “Early for you, ain’t it?”

“Not awake yet.” You lied, dragging the pads of your fingers over his shoulder, touching just to touch.

Truthfully, after the first week at Jackson, you hadn’t been able to keep a consistent sleep schedule.

Those first few days had been bliss; going to bed whenever you wanted to, simply because you could; waking up late in the afternoon, lazing about without a care in the world, unhurried and unbothered.

But the what ifs still found their way to you, and you heard whispers in the creaks of the mattress, footsteps in the settling of the house’s foundation—your mind’s will to survive was persistent, no matter how badly your body craved the rest it had so earned.

“Seem pretty awake, crawlin’ on me.” Joel sighed, finally blinking his eyes open. He wrapped his arms around you, humming softly.

His pattern of keeping vigil until he fell over himself had stayed the same. Most nights, you were asleep before him; most mornings, you were awake long after him.

The rifle stayed propped up in the corner closest to him, and he made you sleep as far away from the door as the room would allow.

If your will to survive was persistent, his was organic, ingrained into his DNA and built to last. And he wasn’t going to let old habits cease because of the sudden appearance of creature comforts.

He couldn’t trust like that.

“You make a more comfortable pillow than this one,” you gestured to the fraying pillowcase stuffed with a sad combination of hay and feathers, pushing yourself up to meet his gaze. “Hard to stay asleep when my neck goes stiff at the thought of lying down on that.”

“You still tired?” Joel ignored your complaints.

He was used to the way you rambled, finding details to pick at and fuss over—you and Ellie both, a chorus of discontent and laughter.

He had grown accustomed to it, even finding himself appreciating it. You lamented even the most tedious things, as if the world hadn’t ended, as if the worst catastrophe you’d ever faced was a lumpy pillow.

It humanized you. He liked that.

But he wasn’t going to let you lose sleep over something as superfluous as uncomfortable bedding.

“I’m…” You hesitated, weighing whether or not you could get away with lying. But you stifled a yawn, and you knew he’d see right through you either way. “A little, yeah.” You moved to straddle him completely.

“Go back to sleep.” He said it as if the solution was obvious, as if you hadn’t already tried and failed to close your eyes and fall back into the comfort of unconsciousness.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks, I was waiting for permission.”

Joel scoffed at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Y’get mean when you’re tired.” He pressed his hand against your back, still bare from the night before.

“So do you.” You huffed, trying to hide the smile that appeared when his palm began to sweep up your spine.

“Ain’t I always?” He craned his neck to look down at you, and you let your smile widen.

“I just feel bad…” You chewed the inside of your cheek. “I wanna sleep the day away, but there’s—everybody always has something to do. I want to be able to carry my weight, and…you know. I mean, you don’t get any sleep at all, and I would rather be sleepy and grumpy with you than asleep in a bed without you.”

Joel nodded. “I can stay in bed, sweetheart,” he curled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Won’t leave you alone, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He let the hair fall from his hand and then rewound it around his finger again.

“No, no, it’s more than that,” you tried to explain, “I just—I think I feel a little guilty…”

Joel nodded again, letting the heavier part remain unsaid.

Of course you felt guilty. That heavy pressure of survivor’s guilt contorted your emotions and made you feel as though you were underserving of a bed to sleep in, a space to call home.

Because how many people had seen a house like this before they were infected? Been in their own comfort zone when they had the life torn from them? And how many people would never be able to have something like this?

How many people had you cut down in their prime, ensuring they’d never see a place akin to home again?

There was little comfort in finding comfort. And it was a melancholic, pathetic feeling.

“C’mere.” Joel didn’t like it when you worried. He could bear that burden himself.

He wanted you to feel full and satiated. Safe and taken care of—because you deserved it.

After everything, he didn’t know anybody more deserving of it than you.

His hands trailed over to the curve of your ass, pushing his palms against you gently in an effort to get you to move up his body.

“What?” You tried to play dumb, but you knew what he was asking for.

“C’mon and let me tire you out, sweetheart,” he raised his eyebrows, acting as though he was stating the obvious. “Y’wanna be my wakeup call, let’s make it worth our time.”

You smiled into the crook of his neck. “Gotta tell me how.”

“Breakfast in bed, is how,” he growled into your ear, squeezing the meat of your thigh. “Sit on my face.”

You swallowed a moan, pushing yourself up from his chest and inching up his body.

It always felt awkward—not uncomfortable, per se, but you felt like you must look so unnatural walking on your knees to straddle his face.

You steadied yourself, knees finding purchase on either side of his head. Your core hovered over his face, and you tilted your head down to look at him.

“Now…when you say sit…?” You shifted reluctantly.

“I mean,” Joel wrapped his arms around your thighs, tugging you into him so that you were forced to rest your weight on his face. “Sit.” His final word was deadened, muffled by your cunt against his mouth, and you shrilled out a moan as he dragged his tongue through your folds.

“Joel—” You breathed, his stubble scraping gently against your sensitive skin. You felt your shoulders relax, leaning your head against the wall behind the headboard. “Oh, fuck, just like that…”

He moaned against you, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. You arched your back, and Joel moved one hand from your ass to rub softly up and down between your shoulder blades. He flicked his tongue over your swollen bud, eyes darting up to see your face as you chanted his name.

He loved you like this—desperate and whimpering.

All for him.

Joel released your clit, circling his tongue over your entrance before plunging it into you.

“Yes,” your head fell back from the wall, and you brought your hands up to grope at your own chest. “You—god, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

His nose bumped against your clit as he strained to press his tongue into you deeper, extending the muscle to lick at your walls.

The hand that had remained on your ass squeezed into you. His fingers dug shallow bruises into your flesh as he began to push and pull, encouraging you to grind down against his movements.

You obliged happily, rolling your hips over his mouth and whimpering for him. He let out a guttural moan, fulfilling his own needs by making you feel good, and it made you grind against him more desperately.

He wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking urgently. The bursts of pleasure became overwhelming, and when he kept pushing his tongue against your clit in frantic shapes, you let the electric feeling wash over you completely.

Your legs squeezed his head, and if you’d been less distracted by your orgasm, you might’ve worried about suffocating him.

Instead, you reached down to pull at his hair, resting your forearm against the wall and catching your breath to give yourself more strength to cry his name.

When he didn’t let up, lapping at your cunt through the aftershocks of your high, you tugged his hair harder, squirming out of his grasp. He got in one last, slow lick up your slit before acquiescing and letting you wobble off of his face.

You fell back against the mattress, trembling and sleepy. You curled into Joel’s side, looking up at him through your lashes.

His face was coated in your slick, and he looked as fucked out as you probably did.

“Best bed and breakfast I ever been to.” He sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you further into him.

He caught you in a kiss, licking into you leisurely so that you could taste your spend on his tongue. You sighed against his mouth, delighted by how your taste mingled with his to create something so euphoric.

“I’m always worried I’ll smother you, or something.” You yawned, unable to hide the way he’d managed to tire you out.

“That’s exactly how I wanna go, sweetheart.” He chuckled, and you swatted at his chest playfully.

You ran your hand down his abdomen, stopping at the base of his cock. He was hard, and it would be so easy for you to wrap your hand around his length, dip down and offer him the release he’d just given you.

“Can I—” You looked up at him, eager to give him the same treatment in return for his generosity.

But he was asleep, his lips parted, his skin still damp with your cum.

You smiled to yourself, bringing your hand back up to rest on his chest and settling against him. You leaned on his shoulder, letting the same sunlight that had roused you lull you back to sleep.

And with Joel beneath you, sleep came easy.  

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

I don’t think people understand how smart Leon actually is. That man had high marks from the police academy, hence why Chief Irons (in the orientation letter Leon has in RE2R) says that his grades are commendable and that R.P.D. are proud to have him on the force.

This got me thinking a lot because at first I thought being a police officer didn’t take much given that anyone today can be in the force.

But that wasn’t the case in 1998.

I did a little research because I thought it would be interesting to see just what Leon had to go through to become a police officer.

Back in the 90s, cellphones and modern technology didn’t exist such as DNA identification and body cams/car cams. This definitely made the job a bit harder than it is today because there was a need for more evidence to be collected and the overuse of your brain. Nowadays, technology is an important factor in the police force and almost everything is done by the computer now.

So let’s picture this: It’s the late 90s right before he got sent to Raccoon City. He’s in the academy and he has to go through training. Especially with weapons since most academies switched from revolvers to semi-auto guns (already something a bit modern for that time).

For those who’ve played the game, when you go into the Shooting Range room, you can clearly see just how old the room is compared to modern shooting ranges. Not only is the design of the target paper old, it’s also very simplistic compared to today’s (in 2024, most markings have numbers and more lines for accuracy than back in the day).

This meant that Leon had to train a good amount of time to perfect his aim. It also meant that he had to go through driving training—which was mostly Emergency Vehicle Operations Courses (EVOC: safe and defensive driving for cops in other words)

I’d like to think that his determination (when he told Ada that the reason he joined the force was for people like Emma and Gunshop owner) really helped him advance through his academic route of the training and I’d like to believe that he go high scores because of that.

The 90s were a pivotal time for new policies to be introduced in police academies. When Leon was a kid, presumably during the 80s, he probably saw just how different it was back then than it is now (in 1998) lots of “new” technology were introduced to him when he first started the training. And he probably had to adapt quickly to the technologies and new techniques.

Leon is quick on his feet, he grasps a lot of things and I’m tired of people making him out to be as some dumb blonde with muscles. He’s very smart and we see that throughout the games and films.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was GT when he grew up.

EDIT: MB YALL😭 GT is a program for students K-12 where they’re put in advanced classes like AP or IB. It stands for Gifted and Talented (something like the Magnet Program in some schools in the US)

[suratan-zir]

Video of a russian glide bomb hitting the "Epicenter" home improvement shopping mall in Kharkiv city on May 25, 2024.

14 people were killed, 7 are considered to be missing

update: 17 people were killed

This is 8-year-old Mykhailo, yesterday his father didn't return from the "Epicenter", now the boy's DNA samples are being taken to help identify his father's body fragments.

Not a day goes by in which russia does not bring us pain and devastation simply because we exist.

[rhcenyra]

THE SUBSTANCE (2024)

Have you ever dreamt of a better version of yourself? Younger, more beautiful, more perfect. One single injection unlocks your DNA, starting a new cellular division, that will release another version of yourself. This is the Substance. You are the matrix. Everything comes from you. Everything is you. This is simply a better version of yourself. You just have to share. One week for one and one week for the other. A perfect balance of seven days each. The one and only thing not to forget. You are one. You can't escape from yourself.

[reasonsforhope]

"The first and only fungus on a global conservation outfit’s ’25 Most Wanted List’ has been found in the rain-soaked mountains of Chile, almost 40 years after it was first documented.

The big puma fungus is actually quite small, and despite being on the ’25 Most Wanted List’ it’s also rather unremarkable, being slightly greyish brown, and no bigger than a shitake.

GNN is always abreast of updates to the brilliant conservation initiative Search for Lost Species which has rediscovered several wondrous species of plants and animals through collaborative scientific expeditions to look for forms of life not seen in over ten years.

The big puma fungus (Austroomphaliaster nahuelbutensis), an enigmatic species of fungi that lives underground in Chile’s Nahuelbuta Mountains had only ever been found in the wild once.

An expedition team from the Fungi Foundation in Chile set out for the temperate forests of the Nahuelbutas in May 2023 to retrace the footsteps of Chilean mycologist Norberto Garrido, who discovered the big puma fungus and described it to Western science in 1988.

They timed the expedition to coincide with the exact dates in May that Garrido had hiked the mountains more than 40 years earlier.

“It’s possible that the reproductive parts of the big puma fungus—the mushroom—are only fleetingly visible above the soil on the same few days each year, which made the timing of the expedition a crucial factor,” said Claudia Bustamante, a mycologist, and member of the expedition team.

The expedition was captured in a documentary called In Search of a Lost Fungus, in which viewers can see how a last-minute day hike organized near a local Nahuelbutas community led to the big puma fungus’ eventual discovery.

On the last day of the expedition, the Fungi Foundation led a workshop and a community hike to look for fungi in a nearby forest. During that hike, two of the local participants found a group of about four mushrooms that all matched the description of the big puma fungus.

The expedition team carefully collected the mushrooms, leaving the mycelium in the ground, and took the mushrooms to the Fungi Foundation’s fungarium (FFCL). Although the mushrooms matched the physical and microscopical description of the big puma fungus, it was a DNA analysis that eventually confirmed the team had found the correct species.

“We knew it was going to be hard to find the big puma fungus and that the chances of finding the mushrooms were low, considering their colors and how they blend with the fallen leaves,” said Daniela Torres, programs lead at the Fungi Foundation and leader of the expedition.

“It was truly a unique moment when we managed to be in the right place at the right time to see the mushrooms. Understanding the biodiversity that exists and interacts within a specific area helps us comprehend its behavior and its potential to adapt to ongoing changes and underlying threats.”

Since 2017, the Search for Lost Species has rediscovered 13 of the world’s most wanted lost species. In addition to the big puma fungus, Re:wild, working with partners across the world, has confirmed the rediscovery of Jackson’s climbing salamander in Guatemala, both Wallace’s giant bee and the velvet pitcher plant in Indonesia, the silver-backed chevrotain in Vietnam, the Somali sengi in Djibouti, the Voeltzkow’s chameleon in Madagascar, Fernandina giant tortoise in the Galápagos, Sierra Leone crab in Sierra Leone, the Pernambuco holly tree in Brazil, Attenborough’s echidna in Indonesia, De Winton’s golden mole in South Africa and Fagilde’s trapdoor spider in Portugal."

-via Good News Network, September 13, 2024

[absolutebl]

700 BLs! The top 10%!

Blue Boys just finished its run, which puts it in as #700 on my spreadsheet. You know what that means!!! Time for one of my epic long lists. Here they are:

My top 70 BLs!

The 9 BLs I've Rated 10/10

Color Rush

I Cannot Reach You

Light On Me

Our Dating Sim

Semantic Error

Seven Days

To My Star

Until We Meet Again

We Best Love (2 parts)

38 BLs I've Rated 9/10

A First Love Story

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Bad Buddy

Be Loved In House: I Do

Blueming

Cherry Blossoms After Winter

Cherry Magic (Thai remake)

Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii

He's Coming to Me

HIStory 2: Crossing the Line

I Feel You Linger in the Air

Jun and Jun

Kiseki: Dear to Me

La Pluie

Laws of Attraction

Long Time No See

Love For Love's Sake

Love is Science?

Love Tractor

Lovely Writer

Minato's Laundromat

My Beautiful Man

My Personal Weatherman

My Ride

My School President

Nobleman Ryu's Wedding

Not Me

Old Fashion Cupcake

Our Dining Table

Oxygen

Step By Step

Takara & Amagi

The Eighth Sense

The New Employee

The Sign

Unintentional Love Story

Unknown

Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart

(we at 47, if you're keeping track)

23 BLs I've Rated 8/10

(I have WAY more than 23 8/10s so I just chose the ones I think are under appreciated and deserve more attention)

A Breeze of Love

About Youth

After Sundown

Behind Cut

Blue Boys

Bon Appetit

Choco Milk Shake

Dark Blue Kiss

Destiny Seeker

DNA Says Love You

Given

HIStory 2: Right or Wrong

Just Friends?

Life: Love on the Line

Love Mate

Love Stage!! (Thai adaptation of Japanese original)

Make a Wish

My Day

My Tooth Your Love

Oh! Boarding House

Restart After Come Back Home

See You After Quarantine?

What Zabb Man!

This list updated July 2024. Anything that completed its run after that date will not be on this list. It'll have to wait until we hit 800.

If you don't see your favorite on this list it got an 8/10 but is on the popular end of the spectrum, or I didn't like it as much as you think I should. To each their own, after all. And there are a lot of BLs to choose from!

[kenjioharashotspot]

hi! love your kenji hcs 🫶 if i may speak, pole vault is perfect for kenji in the olympics! mainly inspired by gold winner duplantis being sweet to his gf 😩💖 these vids specifically:

https://x.com/womenpostingws/status/1818390437801214430?s=46&t=wCAuTx1d027vIIeY8v8MSw

https://x.com/lrxczie/status/1820725615537856768?s=46&t=wCAuTx1d027vIIeY8v8MSw

WAIT! i'm actually OBSESSING over POLE VAULTER Kenji Sato!!! 🏃🥇🏟

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! who was super excited to get scouted for the paris olympics 2024 after much dedication, effort and hard work he put into pole vaulting ::

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! who called you immediately after getting the news. his heart skipping a few beats as your excitement and supporting words echoes through the phone ::

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! who made it to the paris olympics, accompanied by the love of his life. he would visit you every single day at the hotel since couples aren't allowed to be together at the olympic village.

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! who smiles proudly as he sees you cheering for him at the stadium. your support and love always help kenji calm down his nerves before an important competition.

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! whose competitive dna gets the best of him at the moment he starts competing, assuring his place one step closer to win a medal. you scream for him, wearing a shirt with his name on it. he vibrates when the camera focuses on you, blowing him a kiss on the big screen in the middle of the stadium.

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! who, after his turn at pole vaulting, runs towards you, kissing you passionately...thanking you for all the support and love you've shown him every moment of you guys' relationship.

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! who wins a gold medal at the paris olympics. his tears reveal an overwhelming feeling of completion and gratitude. you show up on the screen, crying as you open your jacket, only to reveal your swollen tummy revealing your pregnancy and a baby romper whose text reads: "my daddy is a gold medallist".

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! whose body starts to fill up with intense joy. kenji runs to you, hugging you tightly and kissing you both on your mouth and your tummy, caressing it carefully. "i've wanted this for so long, sweetheart! what's a gold medal next to being with the love of my life for the rest of my days".

☆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰! who insists on having you on the podium with him. kenji takes out a ring from the inside of his jacket, kneeling in front of everyone, professing his undying love to you.

[sproutystudies]

1/19/2024

we are getting to that point in the winter when it has been cold for too long and my ability to function is rapidly decreasing. i need to make things easier for myself by staying organized and breaking tasks into tiny pieces. here are my goals for the next several days.

today: send crispr spreadsheet to marta so she can check my constructs; grind leaf tissue for monday

this weekend: finish next week's homework for experimental design

monday: second practice dna extraction with the new protocol, using the same two samples as last time; choose a method to approach dmr identification

tuesday: start dmr identification; make outline for meeting

wednesday: 9am meeting; continue dmr identification