#orange peel fungus

[mushroom-showdown]

Bonus Poll!

Which of these first-round losers should make it into the third round? Top two get in!

1. She's a beautiful blushing bride!

2. Psathyrella Aquatica is the only known fungus to produce a fruiting body underwater!

3. Native to the Pacific Northwest, she really does look like orange peels!

4. Psylocibe can give you a fun trip, and help your mental health!

5. Cordyceps can grow out of insects!

6. Morels are delicious!

#mushroom showdown #loser poll #mushrooms #mycology #fungi #forestcore #mosscore #nature #cottagecore #bridal veil stinkhorn #psathyrella aquatica #orange peel fungus #psilocybe semilanceata #morel #cordyceps

[mushroomgay]

London, UK, October 2021

Orange peel fungus (Aleuria aurantia)

Old photo I had ready but forgot to post - I love these things! They’re a remarkable bright orange and always have me running over to them, more often than not to find that it’s actual orange peel someone’s left after a picnic than the fungus itself, but still.

#wild fungi #orange fungi #mycology #mushroom hunting #orange peel fungus #aleuria #aleuria aurantia #inedible fungi

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #008 : orange peel! (aleuria aurantia)

the orange peel is an ascomycete fungus in the family pyronemataceae. it is found across north america, europe & the south of chile.

the big question : can i bite it?? this fungus is edible !!

a. aurantia description :

"the orange fruiting body is 2–10 cm wide, cup-shaped, often misshapen due to crowding from other fruiting bodies. the spores are colorless & scatter in visible clouds when disturbed."

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

"AiN'T THEY COOL?? they make me so suspicious of actual orange peels.. even though they. don't grow here. UHM-"

#• fungus of the day !! • #[aleuria aurantia] #: orange peel : #008 #|| #fungi #fungus #mycology #mushroom #mushrooms #cottagecore #foraging #earth #forestcore #nature #image description in alt #orange peel #orange peel fungus #aleuria aurantia

[pillbug-in-a-jar]

Some fungi from PEI too

#fungi #Orange peel fungus #Woods #Mushrooms #mushroomcore #Dirtcore #NAturecore #ghost pipe fungus #ghost fungi #witches butter #Witches butter fungi

[creature-wizard]

Ways To Be A Garbage Witch

Look everyone, in These Trying Times we can't always afford things so we gotta make do with what we got. So here's some hot tips to help you become a garbage witch:

Save and use apple seeds, orange seeds, peach pits, cherry pits, etc. to use in your spells.

Make a spirit board/pendulum board out of an empty cardboard box.

Make drawstring pouches out of old clothes.

Use bag strings for binding magic or use them in small drawstring bags.

Shoelaces and drawstrings from old pajamas or sweatpants are fine for knot magic or turning into drawstrings for pouches.

Save glass jars for spell jars.

Study carrion animals, animals that eat garbage, fungus, and the process of decomposition in general. Learn about the importance of biodiversity, and the hazards of oversterilization.

But also study proper sanitation methods, and be aware of biohazards. Don't go living in a house fulla mold or fish through people's garbage for... uhhh... ummm... taglocks. Don't store chicken bones so they'll rot.

If you have a compost bin, write anything you want to "decompose" out of your life on a banana peel. Put the banana peel in the bin.

Learn how to repair broken stuff. (But also learn what you really shouldn't repair for yourself - EG, microwaves - lest you meet with a horrible fate.)

Make charms/talismans by cutting out pictures of things that correspond with your intent and decoupaging them onto wood, chipboard, or layered cardboard.

Make paper mache diety art/statues out of newspaper.

Learn more about crafting with scraps, packaging materials, old magazines, etc. (There's many videos on YouTube!)

#witchcraft #garbage witchcraft #garbage witch #witchblr #witch tips #spellcraft #spellwork #spellcrafting #baby witch tips #beginner witch tips #budget witchcraft #budget witchery

[seabeck]

Cool stuff today!

Left to right: spring orange peel fungus (didn’t even know this was a thing but luckily @orofeaiel did), devils urn fungus I think, some unknown Pezz sp, an unknown gyrometra sp that looks way too much like a plastic poop, liverwort that’s new to me, red back salamander, another liverwort, possible variegated or sickly plantain, hellgramite (returned to water after)

#bug #bugs #mushroom #mushrooms #fungus #moss

[orofeaiel]

Seen on the Green Mountain via Wildcat trail: Northern Redbelt - Devil's Urn | Eyelash Cups - Spring Orange Peel Fungus | Dog Sick Slime Mold - Pacific Trillium

#artists on tumblr #original photographers #original photography #hiking #pacific northwest #nature #washington #pnw #nikon #orofeaiel #green mountain #wildcat trail #hike #forest finds #mushrooms #mycology #fungus among us #slime mold #spring

[tom-at-the-farm]

Green elf cups, bird's nest fungus, orange peel fungus, and a stray Russula

#mycology #fungi #mushrooms #nature photography #dirtcore #goblincore #foraging #forestcore #woods #forest floor #nature #the fungus among us

[neathyingenue]

Hard-launching Silvia and Caoimhe's.... whatever they have going on in an ooey-gooey tooth-rotting fic!! Thanks to @the-insouciant-scientist for sharing Caoimhe with me and egging on the Situations!

💌"the happiest kind of sorry for myself": Read on AO3 or below the cut 💌

Gen, F/F, 1070 words, no archive warnings apply

Other tags: Pining, Fluff and Angst, Feelings realization

Summary: Silvia Salcedo is happy to fall in love with a different woman every other week. With Caoimhe Coledoc, though, the prospect frightens her. Or: a self-indulgent fic featuring my Fallen London OC Silvia and @the-insouciant-scientist's OC Caoimhe!

Mariana the lamp-cat heard Caoimhe arrive first. With a loud meow, she leapt off Silvia’s vanity and darted for the flat’s entryway. Sure enough, moments later, Silvia heard footsteps on the outside stairwell and a knock on the door. She felt herself flush. Damn. Was Caoimhe early? No, Silvia was running behind; she’d swapped her aubergine-colored suit for a terracotta one at the last moment and spent far too long arranging her dark curls to frame her face. Now there was nothing to do but sling a tie around her neck without knotting it and follow the cat.

Outside on the landing overlooking the Bazaar side-streets, Caoimhe stood in a cycling suit of blue wool serge. Her freckles and freshly-cropped hair were the color of rostygold.

“Silvia! Good afternoon. Here—someone was selling these along the way, and I couldn’t resist.” Caoimhe drew one hand from behind her back to reveal a small bunch of orange chantrelles, staghorns, and orange peel fungus wrapped in a wide slate-colored ribbon.

“Oh, Caoimhe, how lovely! Please, come in, but you really shouldn’t have gone to such trouble.”

“Nonsense. Look, they match your frock.” Caoimhe pushed the bouquet into Silvia’s hands and stepped through the doorway. Then, to the cat: “Dia dhuit, Mariana! What do you have there?”

Caoimhe scooped up the lamp-cat and held her at arm’s length. The creature was gnawing on something—and in horror, Silvia realized it was her necktie, now stained with seawater from Mariana’s paws and jaws. Silvia groaned and tugged the tie away from the cat.

“Mariana, ay, pendeja, traviesa! That’s the tie I always wear with this suit. I’m not even sure what else I have that will match!”

The lamp-cat wriggled out of Caoimhe’s grasp, and Caoimhe smiled—a small smile for anyone else, but Silvia knew Caoimhe’s expressions well enough to know that this was the investigator’s equivalent of an ear-to-ear grin. Now Caoimhe’s gaze flicked to the mushroom bouquet.

“I’ve got an idea,” she said, and took the posy from Silvia. With an expert yank, Caoimhe freed the gray-blue ribbon from the bunch of mushrooms. Then she handed the bunch back to Silvia, took a step forward, and looped the ribbon around Silvia’s neck.

Caoimhe’s hands smoothed Silvia’s shirt collar, tied the ribbon into a bow, plucked at the knot to make it fuller. All at once Silvia could scarcely breathe. She had the urge to take Caoimhe’s hands and keep them there on her chest. Fortunately, her hands were full of fungi, so she had no choice but to remain still and notice how the ribbon exactly matched Caoimhe’s eyes.

When Caoimhe was satisfied, she took Silvia’s shoulders and gently—Caoimhe was always so gentle—turned Silvia to face the entryway mirror. The ribbon matched Caoimhe’s suit as if they had planned their ensembles together. Seeing them both in the mirror, the golden mushrooms in Silvia’s tight grip, Caoimhe’s hand still on Silvia’s shoulder, Silvia felt a pang. After a moment she realized, frightened, that what she felt was desire.

Ordinarily, desire made Silvia fall into someone’s arms and damn the consequences. But with Caoimhe, a gesture like that was unimaginable. Even after two months of friendship, Silvia knew so little of Caoimhe still. A silence hung over the investigator’s past and present that Silvia longed both to dispel and protect. Their relationship was comfortable in that silence. The only interruptions Silvia could bear to make were the little attentions she and Caoimhe paid each other, not quite friendly, not quite flirtatious.

So Silvia touched the ribbon and said: “You’ve got a good eye, but I know what will make this perfect.” She plucked a chantrelle from the bunch and tucked the single mushroom into the buttonhole of Caoimhe’s lapel.

The corners of Caoimhe’s eyes crinkled. “Thank you, Silvia.” She reached out and pulled another fungal bloom from the bouquet. “When you get your jacket, I can make you a wee buttonhole too, if you’d like.”

Silvia could hardly bear the earnestness that shone from Caoimhe’s face. She turned away. “I think I’ll put one in the band of my hat. That would look nice, don’t you think? But I need to find somewhere to put the rest of these.” She looked about frantically. The table under the entryway’s mirror was stacked high with papers. Why on earth didn’t she have a vase there like a civilized person?

“If you hang them upside-down,” said Caoimhe, “they ought to keep their color and some of their smell.”

“I’ll put them on my nightstand for now, so when I wake up—” Silvia broke off. “I need to get my jacket from my bedroom, anyway. Will you wait for me?”

“Of course! I’m in no hurry. A Mahogany Hall matinee never starts on time.”

Silvia managed to laugh at that before she fled to her bedroom. There, she flung the mushrooms into an empty coffee-cup, snatched her suit jacket, dodged the cat again. When she arrived back in the entryway, Caoimhe was fastening the remaining chantrelle to the band of Silvia’s hat, taken from its hook on the wall. The twinge in Silvia’s ribs sharpened. She tried to laugh again, but it came out sounding choked, and Caoimhe knit her eyebrows together.

“I’m all right,” Silvia said. “It’s only—you’re so sweet to me, and I’m making you wait.”

Caoimhe held out the hat. “Why would I mind that? It’s only prolonging the time we spend together.”

“Caoimhe!” Silvia took the hat and shook it indignantly. “You mustn’t tease me so.”

“I wasn’t teasing! Well, maybe I was a wee bit, but I meant it, too. Shall we, then?”

There no one in the Neath handsomer than Caoimhe, who always had solemn eyes and a smiling mouth, or a solemn mouth and smiling eyes. Silvia stabbed her hatpin into her coiffure rather more emphatically than she meant to. Then she took Caoimhe’s proffered arm, allowed her to help them down the stairs.

This was all part of the game they played. The investigator and poet would walk arm in arm down the side-streets. Caoimhe would hand Silvia into the hansom cab, and Silvia would thank her with a peck on the cheek. At the theatre, the ticket-taker might think they were a couple. They’d let him.

For now, the give and take was enough for Silvia. It was enough.

It had to be enough.

#my writing #silvia salcedo #caoimhe coledoc #i love writing this weirdly intimate lesbian friendship (??) sooo much #and i'm so excited for y'all to see the other bits we've been cooking up :) :) #i should make a tag for the two of them #grieving bilingual lesbian disasters #ok hm we'll workshop it

[anamateurnaturalist]

Our Microbial Ecology professor is offering us extra credit if we can find three different kinds of lichen. My lab partners were unsure where to find lichens but the answer is simple, everywhere! The slightly more complicated answer is that they grow in the places that other plants and fungus can't grow, with rocks and tree bark being the most common. I was able to find all of these, in my own yard in about 10 minutes.

There was a colony like this one growing on the foundation of our house but I didn't want to disturb it so I was glad when I found this lovely specimen on a rock in our landscaping.

This was also on the same rock, it isn't a great picture but you can see the little rhizones that are used to attach themselves to the rock.

The reason lichens can grown on rocks and other inhospitable surfaces is because they are actually a symbiosis of two different organisms and there partnership is what makes it possible. Each lichen consists of mycobiont, a fungus, and a photobiont which is either an algae or a cyanobacteria. (a cyanobacteria is a kind of bacteria that can do photosynthesis.) The photobiont can produce energy through photosynthesis and the mycobiont can break down the substrate (yes, even rock) in order to get other nutrients that lichen needs to survive.

In fact here's another lichen I found on a rock in our landscaping. If you click on it to see the full sized image you can actually see the little grains of sand from the lichen breaking down the rock.

Keep in mind that this picture was taken at high magnification, to give you an idea of scale, here's the same lichen (or at least a very similar one) growing on a cement window sill at my kids school.

You can see how it might be overlooked as just some discoloration. If you've ever at an old cemetery, you'll see that a lot of the oldest headstones are pretty much completely yellow or orange, that's lichens.

This one was growing on a dead stick that had fallen off our apple tree. The round things are the apothecia, the reproductive structure of the fungal symbiont, that's why they often look like tiny mushrooms.

It can be very difficult to identify lichens to species because even lichens with different symbiotes can look very similar. If you were to disregard the apothecia, the one above looks a lot like the first lichen but the fact that they are on different substrates is evidence that they are different kinds. They aren't even the same growth form the first one is lobed and this one is foliose. I do own the keys to identify them, but I have yet to actually attempt to.

Lichen are also very particular about their habitat. The population on the apple tree (left) is very different from the population on the Cottonwood tree. (right)

Disclaimer: all of these lichens are very common in this area and were either on loose rocks in our landscaping, bark that was already peeling off the tree or on dead branches. You should never collect lichens if you aren't confidant that they are well populated and it's best not to damage their substrate to collect them

Disclaimer 2: I am not a lichen expert by any means, the information here is correct to the best of my knowledge.

If you're interested, I have turned some of these pictures into desktop backgrounds, they can be found here:

#lichen #nature #nature photography #botany #desktop background #long post

[mushroom-showdown]

#mushrooms #mycology #fungi #forestcore #ecology #nature #mosscore #cottagecore #goth #orange peel fungus #inky cap

[turrondeluxe]

hola buenaaaas!!!!

I just wanted to say that I love ur art sm it makes me so happy 😭 and one last thing, since you've been giving fics recs, do you know any that focus on mikey & leo (2012 specifically?

plus i wanted to recommend this one :) it's short and it’s about Mikey struggling to peel an orange while they’re in the farmhouse, I thought you might enjoy reading it https://archiveofourown.org/ works/48755596

chaooo

holaa!! :D i have some that are also from here ! but i just went ahead and separeted them :] (not all of them focus on leo and mikey exactly but i still love how they are written 🥹)

Big Brother by orphan_account

AU where all the brothers hatch from eggs at different times! The chapter of Leo and Mikey in specific brings me so much happiness to my heart i reread it when i feel really sad

Mama Leo by Virgilisspidey

Casey asks why the brothers jokingly call Leo "mama leo" and they talk how they all actually appreciate Leo as a parental figure

Let You Down by Windify

Leo talks about what the toxins from s02e10 "Fungus Humongous" made him see

Brother, Interrupted by taizi

The brothers get Mikey back

Three Times Leo Was There For His Brothers by SpectrumWriting

The title says it all

Two Halves of a Whole Heart by HolyKingWasteLand

Mikey seeks out his older siblings whenever he doesn't feel great

Imaginary Friend by 00Cat00

Imaginary friend Leo AU

caught in the riptide by angelmichelangelo

Rewrite of s04ep16 broken foot where Mikey gets caught in the blast

Casey is having a hard time, okay? by roasted_breadstick

Casey is so confused as to why everyone calls Leo "mom"

All that I am, or hope to be by roasted_breadstick

5+1 style fic of Leo taking care of his brothers

The coldest oldest and his burdens by newtlovesyouso

Leo is sick. Mikey is not

Atlas by boshinya

Leo has a different definition of "fine"

An Excursion by FicklePencil

Leo and Mikey have a mission

Knock three times (and I’ll be here) by VaguelyVibrant

Trans siblings! Mikey helps Leo realize some stuff

Leo’s Guide To Dealing With Little Siblings by AL_2424

AU where the brothers are different ages

After-effects by Belphegor

Mikey recalls a nice memory

Chopsticks by orphan_account

Mikey finds Leo making chopsticks. Made me cry

in a perfect world by SoSoda

AU Mikey can see the ghost of a turtle child

Mama by NamelessArtist

Mikey has always seen Leo as a mom, but he’d never admit it

Nail Polish by Jupiter_Daydreams

Trans leo! Leo and Mikey paint their nails

Everything is Fine (Even When It's Not) by CamsthiSky

Leo gets injured and wakes up to Mikey's teary eyes

I have no hold, no way to control by Airheart

Mikey comes to Leo for support when Leo is barely holding it together himself

Mockingbird by pomedamian

Leo's an insomniac, Mikey has nightmares

In the Middle of the Night by orphan_account

Mikey runs away...?

Being Difficult by orphan_account

Sometimes Mikey hated being the youngest

Do I Deserve It? by SceneNerd

Mikey and Leo's fight brings to light some concerning revelations

Hold On I Still Need You by Justcatie07

CW for suicide attempt

#again pointing at the please read the tags sign #this made me realize theres a lot of fics where the bros call leo mom lmao #AAUGH Y GRACIAS POR LA REC 🫂🫂🫂 💥💥💝🫶 #ask

[saccharine222]

Aleuria aurantia

(Orange peel fungus) 🍊

#nature #plants #fungi #mushrooms #mycology #aesthetic #mushroom aesthetic #nature aesthetic #plant aesthetic #pretty #cottagecore

[foxyou-too]

orange peel fungus

#orange #food #fungus #mushroom #red #vivid #organic #nature #flower #wild

[rockingrobin69]

Orange

He liked oranges best. Oranges, and blueberries, and star fruit. Perhaps it was the imagery—Harry’s senses were like that sometimes, and he liked things that spoke to him, that sang. Bluebells and raspberries, words that had movement, lolling, wayward, polly pocket. Perpendicular, serendipity. He’d stop in the middle of a sentence sometimes, take a breath. Open his mouth wide on a smile: Draco, listen! Slowly, slowly. Each syllable a present, with that raspy tinge to his voice, straight from his heart. Nothing to do at those moments but pause there with him. Pause and listen.

Orange was his favourites, fruit and also colour, so Draco made sure to suffuse the little flat with it. Orange cushions for the sofa and fish in the bowl, a Cannons poster on the wall and orange curtains for the window. It took time to get used to, the brightness, but it made Harry so happy. Also too bright at first. But Draco’s eyes adjusted, his heart adjusted. Got used to eating oranges, sticky fingers feeding him slice after slice; to run in the forest, aching with laughter, picking brambles (dark only) and collecting sticks and rocks and spotting squirrels. And Harry was happy—he was happy. Only that mattered.

Not a lot of things were important, it turned out. Much of what he expected to consume him as an adult was laughably distant, ended up trifle. It was easy, in orange, to realise. Easier at least. And Draco kept learning: how to wrap Harry in a blanket, tight enough that the nightmares faded away. How to kiss the top of his head so softly, or not to touch him, how to ask for the right move when he’s lost. And Harry was patient, endlessly bright. They learned together. This was important.

There was also breakfast, sugar-coated cereal, a bunch of blueberries in Harry’s bowl. Not forgetting to feed the fish. Taking plenty of walks outside; noting every flower and every tree, every fungus and bird, if not by name, then by feeling. Remembering to tell Harry the most interesting ones. Remembering this, learning how to hold it all in his heart. How to hold on to happiness: slippery-orange, so light and so fragile, but theirs. Not to give it up. That was important too. Not to give it up.

He was tempted to, sometimes: just pack his Harry and go, away from this world that demanded and demanded and never knew satisfaction. On the bad days, when they were both too miserable to try, when exhaustion made them close up and burrow into themselves, when they just didn’t want to. Not to give it up meant taking a step back, finding a breath somewhere in it all. Remembering it will pass. Loving anyway.

Loving anyway. That was important. Draco sighed, rested his forehead on the cupboard. In his hands a bowl of fruit: oranges, peeled and cut, sticky-sweet and fragrant. Divine. Harry always smelled like oranges. Lucky, that—Draco liked orange best.

(Day 26 of @flufftober​! A gigantic thank you to @ladderofyears and @myaulophobia for their help. Find all previous Robin flufftober ficlets here, or on AO3)      

#flufftober2022 #Harry Potter #drarry fic #day 26 #prompt: blankets #500 words #autistic Harry Potter #fluff #very very soft #like very #RockingRobin'sflufftober #rockingrobin69

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #027 : poison fire coral! (podostroma cornu-damae)

poison fire coral is a coral fungus in the family hypocreaceae. this fungus is native to korea & japan, but has recently been spotted in papua new guinea, indonesia & some parts of australia !!

the big question : it is edible?? NOT AT ALL >:-( this fungus is fatally toxic & contains several strong mycotoxins. (more info below the cut if you want to see)

p. cornu-damae description :

"the poison fire coral consists of a coral-like fruit body. the arms of the coral are orange to bright red & grow vertically from the ground."

[images : source, source & source] [fungus description : done by me, since i could not find a description online]

"fun" fact : ''symptoms associated with consumption of this fungus include stomach pains, changes in perception, decrease in the number of��leukocytes & thrombocytes, peeling skin on the face, hair loss, & shrinking of the cerebellum, resulting in speech impediment & problems with voluntary movement. in another instance, an autopsy revealed multiple organ failure, including acute kidney failure, liver necrosis & disseminated intravascular coagulation.''

#• fungus of the day !! • #[podostroma cornu-damae] #: poison fire coral : #027 #|| #podostroma cornu-damae #poison fire coral #cw death #cw poison #fungi #mycology #mushroom #mushrooms #earth #foraging #cottagecore #forestcore #fungus #nature #fotd #fungus of the day #coral fungus