#Prehistoric Shell

[uk-fossils]

Fossil Gastropods – Ampullina & Clavilithes willemetti (Dehayes) – Middle Eocene, Lutetian – Mourne, Damery, France

Authentic Fossil Gastropods – Ampullina & Clavilithes willemetti (Dehayes) – Middle Eocene, Lutetian – Mourne, Damery, France

About the Fossils:

This is a high-quality fossil gastropod specimen featuring Ampullina and Clavilithes willemetti (Dehayes), preserved from the Middle Eocene Lutetian stage (~48-41 million years ago). These beautifully fossilized marine snails were part of an ancient warm-sea ecosystem that flourished in what is now Mourne, Damery, France.

The Ampullina genus is known for its rounded, smooth shell structure, while Clavilithes willemetti features a more elongated, ornate form. These gastropods belonged to the rich and diverse marine fauna of the Eocene epoch, thriving in tropical and subtropical seas.

Geology & Formation:

Geological Age: Middle Eocene, Lutetian (~48-41 million years ago)

Formation: Marine sedimentary deposits

Location: Mourne, Damery, France

Preservation: Excellent fossilization, showcasing intricate shell details

Why This Fossil?

✔ 100% Genuine Specimen – Comes with a Certificate of Authenticity

✔ Highly Collectible – From the renowned Alice Purnell Collection

✔ Perfect for Display or Study – Ideal for fossil collectors, students, and paleontology enthusiasts

✔ Scale Rule/Cube = 1cm – See photos for full sizing

The fossil in the photo is the exact specimen you will receive!

Secure Packaging & Fast Shipping – Your fossil will be carefully packed for a safe journey!

[transparentfossil]

3.5" Early Devonian Ammonoid (Anetoceras) - Tazarine, Morocco

[anomallite]

Ammonites Galore!! There are so many unique and crazy shell shapes in the fossil record! Here are a few of my favorites! It’s a real shame they went extinct :(

[thesilicontribesman]

Shell Beads and Container, 6000 to 4000BCE, Cnoc Coig, Caisteal nan Gillean and Oronsay, National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh

[salamiinbits]

Ancient ammonite

(32x32 pixel art, originally created 7.7.21 for Pixel Dailies theme "spiral")

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Ordovician snowflake

[jonreytrevino]

NES - Ammonite

pixel_dailies : mollusc : 9/3/24

BlueSky | Ko-fi | Upwork

[tundratic]

i doubt it is but it’d be fun if the new ancient is based on a glyptodon

[zsorosebudphoto]

Convento do Carmo, Lisboa, Portugal, 1-06-23

[markrondeau]

Fossilized mollusks from the Late Cretaceous (66-145 million years ago). Collected by Mark Rondeau in North Texas, U.S.A.

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[uk-fossils]

Fossil Gastropods – Ampullina & Voluta willemett – Middle Eocene, Lutetian – Mourne, Damery, France

Authentic Fossil Gastropods – Ampullina & Voluta willemett – Middle Eocene, Lutetian – Mourne, Damery, France

About the Fossils:

This is a high-quality fossil gastropod specimen featuring Ampullina and Voluta willemett, preserved from the Middle Eocene Lutetian stage (~48-41 million years ago). These beautifully fossilized marine snails were part of an ancient warm-sea ecosystem that thrived in what is now Mourne, Damery, France.

The Ampullina genus is known for its rounded, smooth shell structure, while Voluta willemett exhibits an elongated, spiral form typical of predatory volute gastropods. These marine snails lived in shallow tropical and subtropical waters, contributing to the biodiversity of the Eocene period.

Geology & Formation:

Geological Age: Middle Eocene, Lutetian (~48-41 million years ago)

Formation: Marine sedimentary deposits

Location: Mourne, Damery, France

Preservation: Excellent fossilization, showcasing intricate shell details

Why This Fossil?

✔ 100% Genuine Specimen – Comes with a Certificate of Authenticity

✔ Highly Collectible – From the renowned Alice Purnell Collection

✔ Perfect for Display or Study – Ideal for fossil collectors, students, and paleontology enthusiasts

✔ Scale Rule/Cube = 1cm – See photos for full sizing

The fossil in the photo is the exact specimen you will receive!

Secure Packaging & Fast Shipping – Your fossil will be carefully packed for a safe journey!

[transparentfossil]

20pcs 5-8mm Pleuroceras AMMONITE Germany Fossil lot

[boredkaiju]

I hereby declare this month #Dinotember Happy Dinotember, my dudes B)

[thesilicontribesman]

Oyster and Scallop Shells from a Prehistoric Shell Midden, 7500 to 4000 BCE, Isle of Risga, Loch Sunart, The Highlands, Kelvingrove Museum, Glasgow

[angelicguy]

the first instance of jealousy was when a prehistoric man saw a turtles shell and thought why should something so stupid and so slow have such an intricate and beautiful item.

[jaggedamethyst]

bucky barnes and his physical media

pairing: bucky x reader, use of she and girl once or twice

content: bucky is obsessed with physical media, especially photos…but he hates being in them. you try to change that.

notes: minors dni, slight smut but it’s honestly pretty tame here, some obligatory bucky angst. i don’t believe in proofreading I fear.

word count: 1.8k

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Growing up Bucky quickly gained a fondness for cameras. He loved to capture the images of those he loved--moments in time for which he could always look back on when he missed them.

He considered himself a confident guy and took said pictures at any opportunity he was given. He figured someone would always want to look at a face that perfect, if he could say so himself.

It was different, though, when the reflected images no longer were of the young man so keen on going to war. When the moment in time was one that could only elicit one of fear. He couldn’t recognize himself these days, not after being the Winter Soldier. The man was now adamant about not having memories that preserved him as he was now. Not when he was a shell of the man he’d known years ago.

If he absolutely had to take pictures, he was even more sure it would never be on a fucking phone. Not only are they the most fickle objects imaginable, he also hated the damn cloud. He wasn’t entirely prehistoric; he understood when people said that it was a way to store things…but a cloud. He’d had one too many mishaps with technology that things randomly disappearing from the cloud was not too far fetched in his mind. If he had to preserve something special to him it would absolutely be in an album. An album was tangible, and if it came to it, he could easily grab the stack of them in a hurry.

Physical media was absolutely near and dear to him. Whenever an old show was nowhere to be found, he clung to his DVD sets like a lifeline. The same could be said of his photo albums. They quickly became a way for him to reclaim some of the power he felt was lost with his mind. But taking pictures and storing them, to him, was therapeutic.

That's how he ended up with several albums on his shelf. Some were miscellaneous, ones that had yet to be sorted. Others solely for pictures of nature that he found calming to look at.

Nothing compared to the album he had of you, though.

An inadvertent smile would always creep up on his lips when his eyes met the spine of your album. Just the sight of your name sprawled in his handwriting was enough to make him feel warm inside. Inside were photos of you, some candid, others posed. He hated pictures, but for you he would at least attempt to stomach the feeling .

He flipped through the pages as he always did, feeling sort of proud he’d managed to take such great snapshots in time..and even more that he preserved them without the damn cloud.

Bucky made note to add more to this album; it wasn’t nearly as full as he’d like. With that, he swiftly closed the album—a gust of air causing one photo to fly out of the book. He grabbed the print that lay at his feet, not thinking much of it other than it would be returned to its rightful place among the other portraits of his girl.

As he flipped the picture, a heat quickly spread across the man’s cheeks. Oh. He definitely was not expecting this.

A selfie. Yes, that’s what it’s called. He’d learned that word a while ago. Somewhere in time he also learned that while people could be “in the nude,” they’d also referred to risqué photos similarly. Yes, a nude was how he would describe this one.

The man had seen many works of art in his day. Some of which were dedicated to his friend for his accomplishments in war. Others, of objects, like how Bucky would leisurely snap a photograph of a bird sitting stoic in a tree.

None of that compared to the polaroid he’d laid eyes on right now. His thoughts reeled in his mind, observing every detail. He knew it was hard to capture yourself in frame with these print cameras—no clear indication of what was in focus. But you were skillful.

The sun cascaded over your body, highlighting your skin in a way he’d never seen. He couldn’t see your face above your lips, but they curled in a way that seemed purposeful. How he’d do anything to see your eyes reflect the light of the sun that day. He slowly placed a finger on the photo, tracing the curve of your neck…your shoulder…your fingers.

No. He mentally groaned. The curl in your lips, a smirk, made sense now. You’d covered yourself where he wanted to see most. Hands crossed over your chest but your skin remained bare, teasing him. He felt so disgusted with himself even thinking this way, wanting to see more. It’s not like he hadn’t already, but in this moment the taunting imagery drove him up a wall.

He’s not sure when exactly he’d sat down on the couch or when his pants got to be pooled at his ankles. He’s even less certain of what time it is, but your footsteps approaching his door bought him back to reality. You’re off work.

The now strained fabric of his pants irritated him. Not only did your nude leave him extremely worked up, but he didn’t even finish before you got back.

Your voice resounded from the door, “Buck! I left the key, can you open up?”

“Coming!” He froze, an audible huff leaving his nostrils at the poorly timed reply.

He placed the photo in his back pocket before stalking towards the door.

With a swift swing, the door opened to your smile on the other side. Unlike the mischievous smirk that was printed in the picture in his pocket, this one was borderline affable. He let out what could only be described a a mixture between a scoff and chuckle.

You quirked a brow, “um, what's funny?” You rounded the space left by Bucky’s shoulders, making your way towards the kitchen.

“Nothing,” Bucky replied with a hint of sarcasm, “just had a bit of a weird day.”

“Really?” You turned to start the faucet, washing your hands before looking for something to drink. “You…wanna talk about it?”

The man felt his chest continue to rise and fall at an erratic pace. As the water continued to trickle he became painfully aware of the situation in his jeans at the present. Fuck it.

He reached for his pocket, quickly whipping the film towards your back.

He tried to level his voice in an attempt at asking his next question in the most nonchalant way he could muster. “Baby…what’s this?”

You craned your head away from the faucet a bit, “huh?” Grasping a towel, you slowly turned towards the sound of Bucky’s voice. “What’s wha- oh-”

An obvious shock appeared on your face but had he not looked close enough he would have missed it. The shift to an indifferent facial expression perplexed the man--even more when you replied in a chipper tone.

“Oh! I just got this new camera the other day at the store.” You moved past him, turning the corner and heading down the hall towards the junk closet you guys kept. He followed your movement with his eyes, stuck in place with pure intrigue. The distance and scrambling left your voice low to his ear. “You wanna see it? It's so cool and it wasn't too expensive!”

He moved back towards the couch, slouching a bit. “Sure, baby.”

Bucky twisted his head at the sound of you walking, no skipping, back towards the living room. “This thing is so easy to use, Buck. I feel like a pro like you.”

“I am not a pro,” he mumbled, his hand meeting his forehead.

He felt a hand on him, brushing his hair back. The nudge forcing him to lift his head to meet your eye. You’d knelt on the floor in front of him.

“I,” you planted a kiss on his cheek, “think you are amazing at taking pictures.” A pause loomed in the air, “but I wanted to do something for you…show you can be a great subject too.”

You placed a finger on his shoulder, urging him to lay back. “You should get comfortable, Buck…because this,” you gingerly plucked the photo from his grasp “is just the first installment to an amazing collection I think we will have.”

Bucky absolutely needed to work on his recollection skills—his ability to focus too. He again found himself with his pants down and no idea of how he’d come to be that way. This time, a cool breeze swept against his chest—his shirt somehow flung across the room. He absolutely did not mind, though.

The way in which you seemed to be skilled at everything truly blew his mind. With only a hand pumping him up and down, slowly at that, he’d found himself writhing against you. Whispers fell on deaf ears, as he’d quickly become overstimulated from his lack of release before.

“I- I-,” he stumbled as he usually did with you. There was no time when you were together when he didn’t feel at a loss for words. But here, with himself dripping all over your hands, your eyes looking at him expectantly, and your gentle lips grazing against his skin—he was struggling to even say more than one syllable.

You assured him, “it's okay, I know.” Simple words, but enough to make his insides tingle.

“Fuck…please,” he uttered your name. “I can’t-“

Your soft hands grasped his face again, a silent request for his eye contact.

It was so unfair, he knew that she knew that’d be his weakness. As quickly as it started, Bucky would finally finish. A feeling of euphoria and relief rushed the man, his skin prickly and glossed over with sweat.

“This is perfect,” he lowered his head a bit to see you back on your knees, this time holding your hands up. An arched brow raised on his face once more…you could be so damn elusive sometimes. At a further look, he could see you there, one eye closed. He searched between your hands, they were making L shapes in the air.

“Actually perfection,” you said with a flourish of your fingers. You leaned back, grasping your camera from the coffee table. “Now, be good James and don’t ruin my work.”

“I don’t know what you mean-“

Your finger met his skin, softly mixing in with the wetness now drenching his lower abdomen. He felt you marking a shape into the puddle—a heart?

Before he could even register, a flash. You’d taken a photo.

“Like I said, perfection.”

You left the polaroid beside the other on the coffee table, planting a kiss on the man's lips this time.

Bucky’s smile creeped up on his face, a happiness enveloping him.

“I think we need a new album.”