#mosses

[adventuresofalgy]

Whatever will the weather birds think of next?!

Algy could hardly believe his eyes when he woke the next morning, for the sun was shining, and brightly at that! He had slept so very soundly, soothed by the great oak's lullaby, that by the time he was fully awake it was broad daylight, which at this time of year in the wild west Highlands of Scotland meant that the morning was already well advanced, and the sun was about as high in the sky as it was likely to get before it sank down to rest again.

Peering up at the magnificent old tree towering above him, Algy marvelled, not only at the unexpected sunlight that had brought a burst of beautiful colour back to the world, but also at the rich growth of bright green mosses and ferns which clothed the great trunks of the hospitable tree and were positively glowing in the unexpected light.

It was a braw day for an adventure, and Algy was keen to be up and on his way at last, but he was loath to leave the great oak, so he paused for a few moments longer. As he craned his neck back to gaze up high into its branches, Algy wondered just how old the tree might be, for it had certainly seen many, many winters before this one, and although he was not really small compared with many other fluffy birds, he felt positively dwarfed by the massive oak, and understood just how the rosebush must have felt, in Mr. Silverstein's poem:

An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things– Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed The oak tree grew so high That now it spoke of newer things– Eagles, mountain peaks and sky. "I guess you think you're pretty great," The rose was heard to cry, Screaming as loud as it possibly could To the treetop in the sky. "And now you have no time for flower talk, Now that you've grown so tall." "It's not so much that I've grown," said the tree, "It's just that you've stayed so small."

[Algy is quoting the poem The Oak and the Rose by the 20th century American writer Shel Silverstein.]

[lichenaday]

I am very into lichens and moss that look like little creechers

[snailspng]

Moss & lichen PNGs.

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[riverwindphotography]

~A waterfall's garden~

(c) riverwindphotography, August 2024

[headspace-hotel]

by the way it is very important to me for you to know that Sphagnum mosses come in pink.

Sphagnum subnitens

Sphagnum rubellum

Sphagnum magellanicum

[botanyshitposts]

you see mosses dark green you see mosses brown-green but when you see mosses BRIGHT green….holy shit

[6ives]

﹑%# ☆﹒milk the milkman﹗🎀 francis. m x masc! reader

TW nsfw, cockwarming, doppelganger francis, sub! milkman x top! masc reader

YOUR EYES STARED at the figure before you, his eyes tired with eye bags surrounding them, shaky breaths leaving from his humpy nose. he dusted his uniform, as he apologized for not giving you his ID card.

he placed it in front of you, the only thing stopping his hand from touching yours being the glass. you took the card almost immediately— checking the info. how foolish, his ID was already expired.

you bit your lips, a small smile dancing across your face. “you’ve gotta do better than this to trick me,” you smiled at his face, keeping the ID down. he was probably the last person you were gonna have to deal with— and then your shift ends, so why not at least have a little fun?

his face changes. without even trying to convince you, his eyes turn purple, a grunt escaping from his grinding sharp canines, “you think you’re funny?” he asks aggressively, “i’ve always been funny,” a chuckle leaves your lips. what could possibly happen from you teasing a doppelganger?

well, it turns out a lot can happen..

things somehow ended up with his legs wrapped around your seated figure, his face buried in your neck with your cock deep warming his walls, you plant kisses on his bare shoulder, whimpers leaving his mouth every time you slightly moved around. this probably isn’t the best idea— but this was the only thing you could do to not get killed by him.

his hands gripped your hair, pulling it in pain and pleasure. “quit movin’!” he growls, clawing his fingers in, earning a low hiss from you. yet you didn’t stop. you continued to move around the chair, your cock going deeper as his moans got louder.

“i’ll..” he starts, holding back a lewd groan, “i’ll kill you.” he huffs, voice dripping with desperation, “you’re threats aren’t gonna work on me,” your eyes scan his body that clung onto you, your fingers slowly making its way down his spine, sending shivers down them.

the doppelganger felt humiliated, but for some reason, he felt a surge of pleasure run through his veins. he had always been so high and almighty yet hearing these words, he felt blush creeping up his tanned cheeks.

he felt your cold hands snake around his waist, holding its sides as you slowly lifted his body up, “w-what are you doin’, fool?” he grunts, hands still clutched around your neck, his eyes shot open, rolling back after some time as you quickly placed him back on your cock, he lets out a groan, tightening his grip around you.

“u..you— gah!” he moans, head falling back, “its hurts!” he sniffles, tears bubbling around his eyes as his legs trembled in pain and pleasure. he broke so early, you definitely wasn’t expecting this today.

that thick ahh glass ain’t stoppin me from this hunk of a man‼️‼️💯💯🗣️🗣️🤣🤣🙏

[julianplum]

🍄 🐌 🐸 🌿 ✨ // mushroom garden // gouache on hot press paper

[toothwalker]

Tiny kingdom of moss, Surrey, UK (12 September 2024)

[nemfrog]

Top moss, enlarged 4x. The nature-study review. April 1915.

Internet Archive

[tofreezetime]

safe paths

[snototter]

Olympic National Forest, Washington, USA

by John Williams

[clawmarks]

Kunstformen der Natur - Ernst Haeckel - c.1899-1904 - via e-rara

[feather-bone]

Soft moss. Plus the original sketch ! Drew that from life earlier in the summer. :-)

[riverwindphotography]

Scenes of Serenity

(c) riverwindphotography, August 2024