#ciona

[halliewriteshockey]

The Seattle Thunderbirds have Luke Prokop, the only openly gay hockey player in pro or semi-pro hockey right now, but they chose not to hold a Pride Night this year. So fans said fine, we’ll hold our own.

Luke promoted it on Instagram but because it was unofficial, I didn’t expect anything from the players.

Except.

Every. Single. Player used Pride tape in some way for warmups. ALL OF THEM, stepping up in a way grown-ass men are afraid to do.

(Yes, that’s Dylan Guenther)

Several of them kept the tape on either their stick or socks for the entire game, including their goalie, Thomas Milic (who grinned at my kids shaking a huge Pride flag at him and flashed them a peace sign)

A couple more pictures under the cut, including Luke himself

THEY’RE GOOD BOYS, BRENT

[grubloved]

[nightshadehasblorbos]

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[sublimedevastation]

D o T h e C r a z y T h i n g

Do the crazy thing The hard to imagine but somehow you did thing The brings you to your knees thing The no one would ever do it that way thing The safety net would not even matter thing The it could kill you but not trying is another kind of death thing The thing on your heart, do it and let them gasp right before they call it a thing of wonder

Ciona Rouse

[onmytape]

not over this

[inhernature]

(via Ciona Rouse: "Red-Shouldered Hawk")

We met in the middle of the street only to discuss the Buteo lineatus, but we simply said hawk because we knew nothing of Latin. We knew nothing of red in the shoulder, of true hawks versus buzzards, or what time they started their mornings, what type of snake they stooped low and swift to eat. We knew nothing. Or, I should say, at least I knew nothing, and he said nothing of what he knew that day except one thing he said he thought, but now I say he knew: I’m going to die soon, my neighbor said to me and assured he had no diagnosis, just a thought. He said it just two weeks before he died outdoors just twenty steps away from where we stood that day— he and I between the porch I returned to and twisted the key to my door to cross the threshold into my familiar like always I do and the garage he returned to and twisted some wrench probably on a knob of the El Camino like always he did every day when usually I’d wave briefly en route from carport to door sometimes saying “how’s it going,” expecting only the “fine” I had time to digest. Except today when I stepped out of my car, he waved me over to see what I now know to call the Buteo. When first I read its Latin name, I pronounced it boo-TAY-oh before learning it’s more like saying beauty (oh!). I can’t believe I booed when it’s always carrying awe. Like on this day, the buzzard—red-shouldered and usually nesting in the white pine—cast a shadow upon my lawn just as I parked, and stared back at us— my mesmerized neighbor and me—perched, probably hunting, in the leaning eastern hemlock in my yard. Though back then I think I only called it a tree because I knew nothing about distinguishing evergreens because I don’t think I ever asked or wondered or searched yet. I knew nothing about how they thrive in the understory. Their cones, tiny. And when they think they’re dying, they make more cones than ever before. How did he know? Who did he ask and what did he search to find the date that he might die, and how did he know to say soon to me and only me and then, right there in that garage with his wrench and the some other parts unknown for the El Camino and the radio loud as always it was, stoop down, his pledge hand anxious against his chest, and never rise again? And now the hemlock, which also goes by Tsuga canadensis, which is part Latin, part Japanese, still leans, still looks like it might fall any day now, weighed down by its ever-increasing tiny fists. And the Buteo returns each winter to reclaim the white pine before spring. Most hawks die by accident—collision, predation, disease. But when it survives long enough to know it’s dying, it may find a familiar tree and let its breath weaken in a dark cranny. And my neighbor’s wife and I now meet in the middle, sometimes even discussing birds but never discussing that day. And I brought her roses on that first anniversary without him because we sometimes discuss a little more than birds. And the Buteo often soar in twos, sometimes solo. So high I cannot see their shoulders, but I know their voices now and can name them even when I don’t see them. No matter how high they fly, they see me, though I don’t concern them. They watch a cottonmouth, slender and sliding silent in tall grass. And the cardinals don’t sing. They don’t go mute, either. They tink. Close to their nests and in their favorite trees, they know when the hawk looms. And their voices turn metallic: tink, tink, tink.

Copyright © 2024 by Ciona Rouse. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on March 28, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.

[riotoclock]

get you a dog that loves to play as much as nougat...

[chaosnightmare1]

Here's part two of my VTuber Benders project, second part Air, Vtuber, Commodore Ciona. www.twitch.tv/commodoreciona Art by twitter.com/ChewieArashi

[bcacstuff]

Haha styling.. wat denken mensen. Overduidelijk een filtertje dat ze heeft gebruikt voor die foto. Op zijn eigen foto’s ziet hij er veel ‘natuurlijker’ uit.

Ja dat ben ik wel met je eens, maar ik denk dat vorig anoniempje eerder op het haar doelde. Maar als ik er zo naar kijk denk ik dat zelfs daar geen echte haarstylist aan te pas is gekomen. Als ie bij Ciona of Charlie langs was geweest van tevoren dan hadden ze ook wel een stukkie eraf geknipt denk ik.

Hehe styling.... what are people thinking. Obviously a filter she used for the picture. On his own pictures he looks much more 'natural'.

Yes, I agree, but I think Anon was more aiming at his hairstyling. But if I look at it, I don't really think he visited a hairstylist upfront. If he had visited Ciona or Charlie, they most likely had cut his hair as well a little.

[talesofadiscardedcharacter]

Hmm… How about Ciona? It means creation and beginnings :D

That's such a pretty name!! I love it! Thank you so much for naming me!

[revenant-coining]

Oops, posted send early. Preferably Nimona names that are neutral or masculine leaning, although a few fem leaning names would be fine!

here ya go:

Nimon, Simon, Nicola, Nima, Nimo, Mimonah, Naon, Nivan, Ramon, Nimox, Symon, Eamon, Nicol, Mamoona, Cinoa, Ciona, Amnah, Aminah, and Amanah

@nameresources

[krakenshipwreck]

Absolutely living for your thunderbirds content this post season. Thank you for your dedication to the CW universe which will live on forever with this team 😌

i know this ask is a few weeks old, but it did prompt me to put some thought into the particulars of the CW teen small town supernatural drama that is the seattle thunderbirds. here’s how i think it would shape up…

reid schaefer and dylan guenther are well established in their own separate high school spheres. reid’s a football player. not the all-american quarterback kind, though. more like a linebacker, the kind that hits hard and you give him wide berth when you see him in the lunchroom.

dylan’s a bad kid. wrong side of the tracks, bad crowd of friends, even though sometimes teachers tell him he’s too smart for all that. he and reid have an uneasy kind of peace. they don’t really like each other but they each respect that the other one’s hot shit in his own sphere. sometimes reid buys weed from dylan.

brad lambert’s the new kid in town. goes out for football and turns out to be the best kicker anyone’s ever seen. quiet kid though. keeps to himself, despite the best efforts of quarterback/captain lucas ciona to make him feel like part of the team.

somehow reid and dylan witness something fucked up and supernatural, and they don’t know what to do about it. do they tell someone? should they do something? if they pretend it never happened will it just go away, or will everything get even more fucked up?

it’s possible this happens behind the 7-eleven, during a little cash transaction. the oblivious clerk at the 7-eleven is kyle crnkovic, who graduated last year and is working this dead end job and going to community college. he’s seen some stuff on the night shift. he’s probably seen some supernatural shit but he doesn’t even realize it because the night shift at 7-E is already weird enough.

reid and dylan endure a week of simmering tension. hostile whispered conversations. narrow-eyed stares when they pass each other in the hallway. then reid notices something that makes him think brad lambert might be involved in [supernatural thing]. he pulls dylan into an empty classroom after school to tell him about it and it turns into another fight about whether they should try to do something or leave it alone.

just as voices are escalating and it seems not only possible but likely that somebody’s going to get punched, jeremy hanzel pokes his head out of the back room, where he’s been quietly working on some sort of project. he’s the kind of kid who’d usually steer clear of reid’s ominous high school meathead aura. but he couldn’t help but overhear them, and hey, are you guys talking about [supernatural thing]? because [insert information that jeremy hanzel knows about supernatural thing because he’s a sharp kid in his own overlooked way].

soon the three of them are in reid’s pickup, with jeremy directing them to an abandoned house on the outskirts of town where there are signs of [supernatural thing]. there’s a tense moment when they hear noises coming from another part of the house. who’s there? ghosts? [supernatural thing]? other kids up to no good? actually it turns out to be brad lambert.

i have no idea what the supernatural thing is, but the important part is that while they’re all investigating/combatting it, reid and dylan are each intrigued by brad lambert, and they each notice and are not pleased that the other one is intrigued by brad lambert. but brad’s really just the catalyst to set off reid and dylan’s enemies to lovers arc. or, more specifically, mutual suspicion to reluctant comrades to fervent comrades to frantically making out during an illicit kegger in the woods by the old railroad arch. something fucked up and supernatural happens while reid’s got dylan pressed up against the crumbling brick, and that sets the relationship arc back a little. also at some point in all of this reid derisively calls dylan “spicy dyl,” as is canon.

here are some other characters in this fic:

—colton dach is reid’s sidekick/best friend. he’s a defensive end on the football team. he recognizes that reid’s keeping secrets from him and getting closer to dylan and he doesn’t like it.

—kevin korchinski is a cornerback of course. comic relief, gets along with everybody. helps bridge the gap between jeremy hanzel and reid/dylan (they need jeremy’s knowledge about [supernatural thing] but he’s kinda scared of them!)

—nico myatovic, gracyn sawchyn, and sawyer mynio are twerpy little sophomores on the soccer team. they are important to the plot somehow.

—luke prokop is a first-year teacher and assistant coach who is trying very hard to establish a professional reputation and have good boundaries but also he thinks these kids have stumbled onto something with [supernatural thing] and he’s ready to support them when his colleagues dismiss their concerns.

[444names]

irish forenames + mongolian names BUT excluding "h"

Ainsilín Aitigneac Aitlín Aitrín Aivian Alganjav Aljinm Aljinn Allas Amaomán Amasait Ambaa Ambat Ambatan Amjav Amonn Amuinn Aodav Aodavaat Aodnogt Aoignearrd Aoiltigne Aoilís Aoimonn Aoinzorj Aoirtan Aoistar Aoldamdigt Aoldar Aomón Aongen Aonór Aonóran Aosur Armaodoile Arnán Aveen Baataa Badonn Badra Baisnat Balgalbaa Bantuan Baorj Batak Batan Batar Batartín Batdel Bategmair Batemuan Batjarna Batjav Batmuir Batrín Batseogt Batsogán Bayagmarj Bayam Bayarmait Bealaoin Bearde Beary Beilín Bektantóid Bende Benán Beárdel Birenán Bistín Blaurenbat Bliamdiar Blinn Bolmonn Breamdin Brear Brenjar Brianic Brionn Bríon Bríosan Bróirnall Buaitlíonn Byaglán Byamdid Byarnán Byarry Byasa Caidorj Cainny Calagne Caodorj Caoilbaa Caoile Caoim Caoirna Caoirren Caolmán Caonne Caorj Catban Ceall Cearj Cearry Cialgan Ciann Ciona Cionn Clagus Cliambuun Coilís Coinn Coirmaolán Colundán Colán Combyambos Comáin Comóinn Conbar Condori Connegus Criac Críne Cuiltargom Cuiren Daido Dairil Damgal Damure Dandán Daoinsin Darbir Dasam Dasaminn Dasán Davasán Daveen Deabbán Declai Denear Denerene Dereamdiac Domorj Dorgallait Dorgasael Dorisín Dorlana Duboluun Dugilirene Dáirden Déaonn Déasán Dúnal Dúnamdid Eagvan Earan Eargus Earíonn Easan Ediamsubos Edigna Edwistín Eidojoo Eignai Eignait Eilag Eimeartúr Eimídín Eirel Endjaa Endorj Enjav Eogán Eoirman Eosuread Erbateg Erden Erdendán Eregeic Ernán Errdemuk Ervivild Eóireg Faodnorla Faotan Feara Feariliann Fearsan Feict Feimaorj Ferel Fiall Fiarj Finnbo Finnlailín Fiodabbán Fiona Fionaili Fionndjav Flagnaileg Flaolm Flaur Floda Fodorjag Féise Fíofán Fíogt Fíong Gallainnla Galtargan Ganjav Garás Gassinm Gatak Gelesur Gombaastín Gonais Gonbori Gorga Goutbar Gráirín Gréamonn Gunbassial Iomán Ionasurel Irsuu Islinneba Iósen Jaguren Jagvaa Jargil Jarnai Jarnán Javiannín Jebaolm Jebatari Jebilirmeg Jerbeál Jergii Joodavaa Jurear Kanamaold Kunboll Kylear Kylearban Lagala Lailear Laislin Laivaat Lamangke Lantuya Lauren Lorjam Lortúr Lunbasan Magornal Maigne Maindair Mairinn Maition Maltara Mamjarian Mangke Maold Margobna Margus Marmas Mearan Mearbalt Medinat Meill Merderden Meren Mional Muairis Muilamainn Muiransun Muirbas Muire Muireacán Muiren Muirene Muirt Muirtín Mulag Mulger Muluure Murbrónán Mutuu Máiriannín Mídín Móran Mórlead Naasna Naltiú Neara Nearsukan Nebaa Nebirear Niondonbo Nyagda Nyamba Nyambal Nyambrí Nyara Nóiriarkit Nórde Nórlan Nórleárd Oclán Oileasai Onorj Oriúdán Ormaoinbar Ostemure Ostíon Otarí Otgom Peilín Peimid Pilín Pilíogt Purean Puren Purevegus Purevsan Pádraifra Póiren Qutugi Rogeal Roileál Rosala Ruadorian Rualbay Rualsa Ruiren Ruirgoo Ráinainn Ráinne Rídín Róilín Rónat Rósan Rósen Rósene Saelgerav Saibe Saifrid Sainn Samai Sanbaat Sanjar Saodora Saoll Sarbrilín Seatar Sendjaat Senevdon Serreal Seárd Seárde Siarj Siobna Siongelgey Ssaoi Staatsorj Stair Suilín Surcán Surel Séambyn Séanne Sílearnán Síles Sílewine Taragma Tarbir Taríos Tembaak Tember Tembuluirr Temion Temui Temuirian Terai Terelgann Tiarsedwis Tilbaa Tilean Todas Toilear Toinne Tombolm Tomon Tomór Torne Tsait Tsear Tsegutar Tsenial Tseniar Tseoire Tseosogall Tserd Tsere Tseárd Tsoger Tsogtsoga Tsoric Tsorj Tsorjar Tsuren Tugey Tugillais Tulun Tumuk Tumukterd Turbaa Tureargala Téanseoi Téodawa Uadar Uainéisla Uirel Uirín Uluyun Unerbaa Ureveenjar Urtúr Uyambuu Yergal Yesuren Yilís Yugervill Zorbearav Áillan Árlar Éamonait Éanjarj Éigilíom Éigín Éilís Éinindbarj Éisín

[rnomics]

IJMS, Vol. 25, Pages 7846: Conserved Signaling Pathways in the Ciona robusta Gut

The urochordate Ciona robusta exhibits numerous functional and morphogenetic traits that are shared with vertebrate models. While prior investigations have identified several analogies between the gastrointestinal tract (i.e., gut) of Ciona and mice, the molecular mechanisms responsible for these similarities remain poorly understood. This study seeks to address this knowledge gap by investigating the transcriptional landscape of the adult stage gut. Through comparative genomics analyses, we identified several #evolutionarily conserved components of signaling pathways of pivotal importance for gut development (such as WNT, Notch, and TGFβ-BMP) and further evaluated their expression in three distinct sections of the gastrointestinal tract by #RNA-seq. Despite the presence of lineage-specific gene gains, losses, and often unclear orthology relationships, the investigated pathways were characterized by well-conserved molecular machinery, with most components being expressed at significant levels throughout the entire intestinal tract of C. robusta. We also showed significant differences in the transcriptional landscape of the stomach and intestinal tract, which were much less pronounced between the proximal and distal portions of the intestine. This study confirms that C. robusta is a reliable model system for comparative studies, supporting the use of ascidians as a model to study gut physiology. https://www.mdpi.com/1422-0067/25/14/7846?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[s-0-r-3-l-0-s-3-r]

Newest oc ciona(might change the name)

I got inspo from collector for the owl house

Some info:

Name: ciona

Age: he's technically 60,000+ years old but through some drama among gods they aged him down physically and mentally to a 7 year old

Pronouns: he/it

Description: he's a god of creation through imagination, it can draw something on some paper and make it a reality. It creates many things like civilians for his mini kingdom, new animal species and much more. He used to be with the other gods up above or the middle depending on belief but it was deemed too powerful and dangerous so he was tricked into a trap where it was aged down into a small child but his powers remained the same strength. Now he lives in its own little kingdom making creations to add to it, sometimes he visits the next town over to see other faces and sometimes give them gifts.

That's as far as i got as of rn but I'll add more if i draw him more

*please request for more pictures of my ocs it'll be the only reason why i would need/want to draw them again*

[riotoclock]

meet ciona's adorable dog, nougat! she's friendly, active, and smart.