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velvet....?

I missed you, he wanted to say. I never stopped thinking about you. Not once.

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((I remember doing a little dance in bed when I got the confirmation I got this one during claims lol. Working on this little project together has been so much fun! Please give JJ and Cady all the hype and love they deserve 🤠))

🐇 Jan 31 2023

bern 2023

31/01/2023

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31/01/2023

Hihi :3 Could u pls do the honey fungus for FOTD? Thank u! 🍯🐝

FOTD #031 : honey fungus! (armillaria mellea)

the honey fungus (AKA stump mushroom, stumpie, honey mushroom, pipinky or pinky) is a bioluminescent basidiomycete fungus in the family physalacriaceae. it is found across the northern hemisphere as a plant pathogen !!

the big question : can i bite it?? it depends - for some people it can cause allergic reactions, but it is generally edible & choice.

a. mellea description :

"the basidiocarp of each has a smooth cap 3 to 15 cm (1 to 6 in) in diameter, convex at first but becoming flattened with age often with a central raised umbo, later becoming somewhat dish-shaped. the margins of the cap are often arched at maturity & the surface is sticky when wet. though typically honey-coloured, this fungus is rather variable in appearance & sometimes has a few dark, hairy scales near the centre somewhat radially arranged. the gills are white at first, sometimes becoming pinkish-yellow or discoloured with age, broad & fairly distant, attached to the stipe at right angles or are slightly decurrent. the stipe is of variable length, up to about 20 cm (8 in) long & 3.5 cm (1+1⁄2 in) in diameter. it is fibrillose & of a firm spongy consistency at first but later becomes hollow. it is cylindrical & tapers to a point at its base where it is fused to the stipes of other mushrooms in the clump. it is whitish at the upper end & brownish-yellow below, often with a very dark-coloured base. there is a broad persistent skin-like ring attached to the upper part of the stipe. this has a velvety margin & yellowish fluff underneath & extends outwards as a white partial veil protecting the gills when young. the flesh of the cap is whitish & has a sweetish odour & flavour with a tinge of bitterness."

[images : source & source] [fungus description : source]

"these guys look so cute but are actually *insane*, so thanks for the request !!"

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1.31.24

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟎𝟑𝟏:

“Stop thinking of what’s going to happen in the future. Stop thinking about what happened in the past and just think about now. Because now you have you’re manifestation, now you’re the operant power, and now you’re limitless & unstoppable.”

❛ THE LONGEST DAY ❜ — May ‘62

   Nick had been up since dawn. He’d woken up and immediately slipped out of bed groggily sans his and Faye’s usual Saturday morning romp to get ready for a day he was only to be a bystander in. His wife, to his surprise, had gotten up before him, already busy in the bathroom when he walked in to take a piss, getting presentable for people coming to make her look presentable. Nick didn’t question it. He did have his own bathroom but hers was closer. An hour later he was in their conversation pit, shaved, showered, and sitting alone and away from all the action, already bored as he browsed the Los Angeles Times for something interesting to read, his second espresso on a small table at his side.   She’d put in this request for him to take part weeks ago, for moral support, and so he had no room to complain. According to Faye, this wouldn’t be like her normal one or two-day photoshoots. Cosmopolitan magazine wanted Hollywood’s enduring blonde bombshell to be professionally captured all over Los Angeles, starting here in their home. That had taken some convincing for Nick on Faye’s part. For obvious reasons, he preferred their privacy. She’d worn him down eventually with a Nicky here and an attentive fuck there. By the end of it, which might take several weeks, they’d have hundreds of photographs of her at home, at various beaches, at hotspots all around Los Angeles and Beverly Hills, and even a last day up at the Hollywood sign. Nick assumed he’d be required to support her at most, if not all of these locations.   He was bracing himself for all.   Their daughter Mia was on the floor in front of Faye, a witness to this big day, brushing their golden retriever Rudy’s snout, mimicking what was being done to her mother with one of the extra brushes the stylist had sweetly handed her. Rudy, like Faye, was always game for attention and sat there happily and let her, his tail thumping on the floor. A few months shy of three, Mia was already Faye in miniature. Same face, same blue eyes, even the same facial expressions, which sometimes caught Nick off guard. But, unfortunately to some, she had Nick’s same dark hair, a fact his dirty-blonde wife had been pointing out and lamenting since she was born. At this point, Nick was convinced she’d continue do so for the rest of their lives.   Matteo, their infant son, was out with their nanny who was running errands for the house. Unlike with Mia, Faye hoped their son did take after his father in the looks department.   “Watch his eyes, baby,” Nick said in a soft tone his daughter recognized as only for her, turning her head quickly to look at him and nodding obediently.   “Okay, Daddy,” she said before going back to brushing.   George Bartlett, Cosmopolitan’s chosen photographer and his wife’s long-time collaborator was at the far end of one of their couches fiddling with his equipment, with camera pieces and lenses spread out all over the carpet. The wardrobe stylist whose name Nick had already forgotten was turned towards another couch, spreading and straightening out of the all the clothing choices they’d brought with them. Neither man seemed in much of a hurry. And Nick knew how long it could take for his wife to get ready. For photoshoots, especially. Letting out as quiet a sigh as he could, Nick stared solemnly for a moment, shut the main section of the newspaper louder than he’d intended, tossed it aside, and reached for Sports.   It was going to be a long day.

The monks graveyard by Rob Sutherland Via Flickr: The Benedictine Abbey at Fort Augustus, built in 1874 and later a private school before becoming The Highland Club. This is a view not often taken of the place (which I have been desperate to explore for a long time) is taken from the monks graveyard which occupies a piece of land between the main building and the southern end of Loch Ness. I was shooting a video and some interior shots on Friday but the weather was terrible so I left the externals until this morning which paid off in terms of the final results!

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