#sequoioideae

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So many #Sequoioideae trees 🌲🌳 to choose from 🤔😕🤷‍♂️ #Redwoods #RedwoodsNationalPark 🐶🐾🇨🇦🇺🇸 #DogsOfVancouver #DogsOfCanada #TravelDog #DogTravel (at Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdu162JOrat/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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National subdivisions that have members of the subfamily Sequoioideae, popularly known as redwoods

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sorry tobirama 😔 TW: negative self talk, accidental self harm, i think thats it but lmk

There are days when he wakes up screaming. There are days when he clutches his gut and curls in on himself on the bathroom floor. There are days when he comes in late to the office, a prepared excuse on his tongue for anyone who asks. On those days, his hands need to be forcefully steadied. On those days, he keeps his eyes trained on people's chins instead of their nose, just in case. The Oni is a control freak, they whisper behind his back. If only they knew how little control he had, of the threads he grasps onto to keep his mask in place. They call him a demon, a killer. If only they knew what his hands had really done. What would that woman his mother think of him now? Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he had been corrupted. Though he ponders if he had ever been "pure" in the first place. His brush snaps in his hand, wooden shards imbedding themselves in his palm. His lips thin. What if, what if, what if. The past is the past, he cannot change it. He can't change what people do, only how he reacts to their actions. He carefully removes splinter after splinter, not bothering to heal the wounds they leave behind. The pain grounds him. He didn't mean to break the brush. It just happened. He was too immersed in his head, and he paid the price for it. “Don’t say it like that, you make it sound like you’re in love with me.” "Am I not?" He tells himself it was the oxygen deprivation. He tells himself he didn't mean it like that, not that way, not for him. He said nothing to it. He sat there and let Hashirama come back up in his own time. Then, he left. He didn't mean to break the brush. He bandages his hand tightly, winding the wrapping in between his fingers for security. His palm aches from where it was pierced. With a flick of his wrist, he clears the blood from his desk, then brushes his other hand over it to make sure it was all gone. His fingers come back red, as always. He touches his pointer to his tongue. There is no iron, so the blood isn't real. He wipes his hand on his pants leg anyway. He does not love his brother. He's incapable of love. He's a demon. All his affections are selfish. He cannot call them love. Hashirama is his opposite. He loves everyone, he loves everything. He feels so strongly about every little thing. From the tallest sequoioideae to the smallest insect. He shouldn't waste his love on someone like Tobirama. There is an Uzumaki woman visiting Konohagakure with her father, the clan head. She is regal and smart. Hashirama would love her. His chest aches painfully. He takes in a deep breath and holds it until the pain goes away. He can do nothing but serve. He was made to be a tool, a weapon. He has not been wielded since his father died. But an unused blade cannot dull. Hashirama needs an heir. Hashirama needs a place to focus his adoration. An alliance between Konohagakure and Uzushio would be beneficial to both parties. The trade routes that they could gain would greatly improve the livelihood of the citizens. And so, he begins to draft a proposal. Hashirama's signature is as easy to forge as it always has been.

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🌱 I would like to see some plants 😭

dont know if you are referring to my pinned post, or if you just want to see plants, so i will go with the latter option! :)

Arbutus menziesii, "madrone", of the Ericaceae family. Can take a good guess it is in that family because of the urn-shaped flowers, which is a common indicator of Ericaceae <3

Metasequoia glyptostroboides, "dawn redwood", one of the three remaining "redwoods" (Sequoia sempervirens, Sequoiadendron giganteum, "dawn redwood") which are in the sub-family Sequoioideae. What is fascinating about this redwood, is it is native to China! Whereas the other two are native to USA! The dawn redwood is also deciduous (loses its leaves and regrows them later) where the other two are evergreen! it is also the shortest of the redwoods. very beautiful still!

Genus Drakaea, of the Orchidaceae family, otherwise known as a "hammer orchid". these cool guys are native to Australia and are shaped to mimic female thyninne wasps! it is shaped to take advantage of the fact that for reproduction, the female thyninne will just be there and still while the male thyninne wasp takes it and carries it away. an amazing way for a plant to evolve for pollination!

Hope you enjoyed these!

[rabbitcruiser]

The Save-The-Redwoods League was founded on March 11, 1918 by Boone and Crockett Club members Madison Grant, John C. Merriam, and Henry Fairfield Osborn.   

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Dawn redwood (Metasequoia glyptostroboides)

Dawn redwoods are a part of a subfamily of conifers called Sequoioideae, which is in the cypress family. Sequoioideae, or the redwoods, also include the giant sequoia (Sequoiadendron) and the coastal redwood (Sequoia) , both of which are known for being really freakin big, even by tree standards.

Cypresses are one of the most ancient lineages of tree; Sequoioideae specifically start showing up in the fossil record around the late Triassic or Jurassic period. Later, during the Paleocene and Eocene epoch (about 66 million - 33.9 million years ago), dawn redwoods were one of the most widespread trees in the northern hemisphere. Huge forests of mostly metasequoia spanned continents in this time period.

In the modern day, metasequoia would repeatedly show up in the fossil record, giving the impression that the dawn redwood was extinct (at least to western science, which granted isn’t exactly a great metric for what flora and fauna exist). However, in 1944, a Chinese forester found a huge dawn redwood growing in the Sichuan region of China. Later, an expedition was funded to collect some samples and turns out there were thousands of these trees growing in the lowlands of southern China (the local villagers certainly knew about the existence of this tree and had uses the foliage and wood).

Surprise surprise, not actually extinct. Just tucked away to a fraction of its former range.

Here’s a few more cool facts about Dawn redwoods:

They are the smallest of the three redwoods; they typically grow between 40-50 m/50-60 ft tall with a trunk about 2m/7 ft in diameter. They have the potential to grow bigger than that, with some individuals reaching up to 60 m/200 ft tall.

Dawn redwoods are relatively fast growing trees.

They prefer wet habitats, but can tolerate dryer soils. We love an adaptable icon.

They are a deciduous conifer, meaning they lose their leaves autumn and go dormant in the winter. I am a sucker for deciduous conifers because THE COLORS.

Dawn redwoods are sometimes planted as street trees or in parks and gardens (be warned though just because they don’t grow to the size of their relatives doesn’t mean this tree doesn’t get pretty massive)

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Whose dan? In the wise words of Gotye it’s ‘Somebody that I used to know’ 😭

Who the f is Dan?

Dan is is a genus of redwood coniferous trees in the subfamily Sequoioideae of the family Cupressaceae. The only extant species of the genus is Sequoia sempervirens in the Northern California coastal forests ecoregion of Northern California and Southwestern Oregon in the United States.

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Sequoioideae. 

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Dawn redwood (Metasequoia glyptostroboides), the sole living species of the Metasequoia genus in the Sequoioideae subfamily ("redwoods") of the Cupressaceae family ("Cypress") of conifers. #dawnredwood #metasequoia #metasequoiaglyptostroboides #redwood #sequoioideae #cypress #cupressaceae (at Pine Hollow Arboretum)

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Early 1900s loggers hold a 28-foot saw and stand in the cut-out trunk of a massive Redwood tree in California in this hand-colored photograph dated to 1907. The trees’ scientific name is Sequoioideae, a subfamily of coniferous trees. The more widespread sequoia tree is a sister to the massive redwoods. The trees are known to live for thousands of years.

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Unwritten

She felt somewhat stupid…well really the more she thought about it the more stupid she felt. Yet, it had to have sounded good at some point, right? In fact, she had been just as excited about doing this as all the other girls in her Ancient Myths & Legends class earlier that day.

The class had been assigned a project in which they had to present information about a myth revolving around an object or place somewhere in their area of Karakura. Next they debated how probable each myth was and what had occurred to start it. Rangiku had found out about an old well that was located on a shrine near her home. She had said that according to the information she received from the shrine maiden, that calling out the name of one of the Seven Lucky Gods who blessed the well, then making a wish, would make it come true.

Rukia had stressed about finals since Midterm and Momo had suggested that everyone go make a wish on the well for good finals, since tonight was the right phase of the moon for success. Everyone in the class had thought it was a great idea and they had all decided to meet later in the evening to go by and make a wish. Rangiku had been the only one to show up at the spot they decided to gather at and she told Rukia that everyone else would meet them at the shrine later. After arriving at the shrine, Rangiku had then run off with her boyfriend Gin when he showed up, leaving poor Rukia there alone to do it by herself.

The shrine was beautiful with kasuga-zukuri style buildings made of stunning Sequoioideae and jade that looked well maintained with large sakura trees scattered throughout. Rukia walked down the sandō, passing the tōrō that decorated the sides of the walkway. There was a samusho with a shop that sold religious trinkets located across from the ema. A haiden for praying was located at the end of the sandō with a large honden located directly behind the haiden. There were smaller sessha on the grounds as well. The well was located off in a corner next to a large sakura tree in full bloom. The well itself was made of charming gray marble that stood just above Rukia’s waist, with a small roof that looked old and worn compared to the other buildings. Rukia watched as sakura petals floated to the ground around her before she walked up to the well and looked over into it. It didn’t seem to be anything special but most things that had myths revolving around them didn’t, in her opinion.

It was late and Rukia found her way to the well using the dim light cast off the nearby lanterns and the streams of moonlight of the evening’s full moon. The sky was void of clouds and slowly stars burst forth in the darkening sky in an array of illumination. For a moment, Rukia considered turning around and just going home but surprisingly she decided that it couldn’t hurt anything if she did make a wish; so she looked around to make sure no one was watching and proceeded to make her wish as Rangiku had instructed. The directions were to throw a coin in the air and make a wish before it hits the water and the bigger the coin, the better the chance you have at getting your wish. Rukia went over her wish one last time before tossing the coin into the air and as she looked down; he stepped into her line of vision.

I threw a wish in the well, Don’t ask me, I’ll never tell I looked to you as it fell, And now you’re in my way

I’d trade my soul for a wish, Pennies and dimes for a kiss I wasn’t looking for this, But now you’re in my way

As she closed azure eyes and began her wish, his face appeared in her mind’s eye and a slight blush graced ivory cheeks. Quickly, Rukia became irritated at her lack of control and inability to concentrate on something so simple. She tried to focus on what she wanted, but again thoughts of him plagued her mind. At that moment, she heard a “plop” from the sound of the coin hitting the water…she had gotten to – I wish – and all other thought was consumed by him.

As she opened her eyes, he was standing a short distance away, leaning up against a wall staring at her between sips of water from a bottle he was holding. Or maybe he was glaring; she wasn’t sure because of the scowl on his face. His eyebrows were drawn up over dark amber eyes, under a messy shock of ginger hair that whipped in the warm breeze. Rukia couldn’t remember if she had ever seen hair that bright before, as it had a slight glow in the early moonlight. She caught a scent on the wind of the forest after a spring rain and musky vanilla. It was distinctly masculine but it was pleasant to her senses and she figured it must belong to the male that was a short distance away. He looked to be about the same age as her, maybe a year or two older and was wearing a dirty white t-shirt and some jeans with rips in the knees with the bottoms ragged from use covering up work boots.

Your stare was holdin’, Ripped jeans, skin was showin’ Hot night, wind was blowin’ Where you think you’re going, baby?

At that point, he stood up from the wall and turned to walk away. Suddenly, something came over Rukia and she found herself running up to him. She grabbed his arm, floundering momentarily with what to say and finally a soft “Hey”, came out of her lips. He turned around at her statement and Rukia found herself pulled into his amber gaze. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t look away and pondered on what he must be thinking of the situation as well. As she was contemplating the exact color of his eyes, a warm voice brought her out of her musings, “Hey, you alright?” His statement clearing the fog in her brain and with a startled expression clearly on her face, Rukia came back from her earlier musings.

It’s hard to look right, At you baby, But here’s my number, So call me, maybe?

Suddenly, his phone went off in his pocket and he looked at it to see who was calling. Rukia wondered who had called; waited patiently for him to speak and held her breath when he looked down at her. “Sorry, but I gotta go. It’s late and I’ve got class in the morning”, the smooth timber of his voice wrapping around her senses. “Oh right, I’ve got classes tomorrow too. I’m so sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” Brought back to her senses, Rukia released his arm and watched as he gave a small nod with a slight smirk on his face before he walked away.

After he had rounded the corner out of Rukia’s eyesight she slowly blinked, realizing that she had been staring at him as he walked away. Just then she turned to walk back to her apartment and her foot collided with something. When she looked down, she noticed a toolbox that he had sat down when he had walked over there earlier. A spark of mischief and bravery shot through Rukia as she decided to do something extremely impulsive for a Kuchiki. She found a notepad in her bag and wrote:

To the orange-haired boy at the well,_

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy,_

but here’s my number, so call me…maybe?

From the dark-haired girl at the well._

Then she scribbled her number at the bottom and stuck the card in the toolbox where she knew he would see it, she thought – how sad is this that I don’t even know his name –? As she walked home, Rukia felt a bit happier than she had in a long time, a small smile coming to her lips.

And all the other boys, Try to chase me, But here’s my number, So call me, maybe?

To say that Rukia was popular with the boys would be an understatement. As a Kuchiki, a reputation had preceded her into college and most of the male population tried for her attention as a way of creating ties between their family and the honored Kuchiki clan. Thankfully, Rukia was still attending Karakura Junior College, so her classes were primarily female. She only had to deal with upper class-men from Karakura University at the quarterly formals marking the change of seasons and semesters.

You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall You gave me nothing at all, But still, you’re in my way

Ichigo looked down at the number scrawled across the paper he held in his hand. He had debated about whether to call the strange girl or tack it up to ‘things that happen when you’re out too late’. He thought back to that day, almost a week ago, and to the strange girl Rukia. She had dark raven hair that ended at her shoulders with a slip of bangs that fell between large azure eyes nestled in an ivory face. That girl had been wearing her uniform, which let Ichigo know which college she attended and after talking with his friend Tatsuki he found out that her name was Rukia. It consisted of a white short-sleeved blouse, peacock-colored, pleated skirt with a matching vest that contained the schools crest on the left breast. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t yelled at her when she ran up and grabbed him. When he turned around to look at her, his voice failed him and he was suddenly lost in her large eyes.

After talking to his friend Tatsuki, who attended the same college as Rukia, he decided that he would give her a call. Tatsuki had told him that she never saw Rukia with a guy, and he was curious as to why this girl Rukia decided to slip her number to him without knowing his name.

Ichigo dialed her number and waited as it rang a few times before going to voice mail. First, he felt annoyed that she had given him her number and then not answered. After that he decided that she didn’t know his number and probably thought it was a wrong number. So, he dialed the number again and waited for the voice mail to go through and left her a message…"Hey, Rukia. This is Ichigo from the other day at the well. –Wow that sounds so dumb– Anyway, I thought that maybe we could go out this weekend? Give me a call back if you’re busy; otherwise, I will see you Friday around 7 at the Kamui Shrine.“

I beg, and borrow and steal Have foresight and it’s real I didn’t know I would feel it, But it’s in my way

She had been in class when Ichigo called. Rukia had pondered the irony between his name and his bright hair color…and how did he find out her name? Doing everything she could to be able to make the date Friday, though she wasn’t sure why she was trying so hard or why every time someone asked about Friday, Rukia found herself blushing and making up excuses. She begged her friend Renji to cover her shift tutoring that night. Momo had insisted that she borrow a cute summer dress of hers for the evening, the violet color accented the matching flecks in her eyes. Rukia spent all afternoon stealing glances at the clock during class in anticipation for when she could leave and get ready.

Rangiku, who happened to be Ichigo’s cousin, had told Rukia that she knew they would have a great time. That she had seen it in a dream and her dreams were never wrong. Rukia had a sneaking suspicion that her friends had set her up, yet she pondered if Ichigo was aware of it also. Deciding that the success of the date would determine her 'friends’ fates, she began the short walk to Kamui Shrine.

Before you came into my life I missed you so bad And you should know that I missed you so, so bad

Rukia arrived ten minutes early, surprised to find Ichigo was there waiting for her. She observed him for a minute, wanting to know a little more about him before walking over. Rukia had to admit that Ichigo cleaned up pretty nicely. He wore a white t-shirt under a deep violet, short-sleeved dress shirt, with khaki pants and brown dress shoes. His orange hair was spiked up just as she had seen it before, though she guessed he couldn’t get it to lie down if he tried. She watched as he paced back and forth with a slight scowl on his face as though he was in deep thought. As she pondered what he could be thinking about to bring such a look to his face, Ichigo suddenly stopped and looked towards her. Rukia jumped slightly at the intense look in his eyes before making her way over to him.

Ichigo took in Rukia’s appearance as she made her way over to him. Every hair on her raven head was in place, with light makeup on her face that accented her eyes and made them look larger than they already were. Her dress came to just above her knees and was violet in color with splashes of yellow on it that made her look like she had been painting. She wore dainty yellow shoes on her feet to complete her outfit. Realization hit him that Rangiku must have known what Rukia was wearing since she told him to wear the shirt he had on and thus they now matched…how sappy.

Rukia stopped a couple of feet from Ichigo and bowed before holding out her hand. Ichigo returned the bow and shook her hand as she spoke, "I think a proper introduction is in order. Hello, my name is Rukia Kuchiki. It’s nice to meet you, officially.” Ichigo returned the gesture, “Hello, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki. It’s also nice to officially meet you. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I am”, replied Rukia. Ichigo held out his arm for Rukia to take and she was again surprised at his actions. He didn’t come across as a person with such manners, but then again Rukia didn’t know much about him and was just going from her assumption of him based on his appearance from one meeting.

Taking his arm, Ichigo led them to a nearby park. They walked down a cobblestone path passing sakura trees in bloom and under weeping willows whose branches hung over the trail. They stopped for a moment at a stone bridge that crossed over a small stream leading to the lake just ahead. Beautiful wildflowers of every color sat along the ground in the dimming light and the couple watched the sun begin to set on the water, the sky painted in crimson, ochre, amber, fuchsia, and azure. Rukia gasped at the beauty of it all and quickly pulled her camera out of her purse and took a quick snapshot. She glanced over at Ichigo and noticed that in the dimming light his hair appeared to be on fire. Rukia took a picture of Ichigo leaning on the railing of the bridge with a serene look on his face, like he had spent many evenings in that exact spot watching the sun set. Suddenly, Rukia heard Ichigo murmur:

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date … .”

Putting her camera away, Rukia took a step towards Ichigo and he jumped slightly, coming out of his trance. He looked down at Rukia and offered his arm again. She gladly took it, appreciating the quiet moment he had shared with her.

After leaving the park, they walked along the street towards a small bistro that Rukia recognized. She had heard that the food was excellent, but had never been in the neighborhood to stop and try it out. They were seated shortly and gave their orders. Rukia ate rice dumplings with cucumber and eggs while Ichigo ate karashi mentaiko. “Whose work were you reciting earlier at the bridge”, came the quiet question from Rukia. “Oh, I didn’t realize that I said that out loud. It’s a sonnet written by Shakespeare. I’m a theatre and martial arts major at KU and I specialize in Shakespeare.”

“That’s quite a combination. I’m an arts and ancient literature major. I thought that sonnet sounded familiar. This is my last year at KJC and I will be a freshman at KU in the fall”, Rukia informed Ichigo.“ Oh, that explains the camera you had earlier. That is a great place for photography. Each season has its own special look”, replied Ichigo. They continued chatting for a bit while they finished up their meals. Afterward, they headed to the patio for a few drinks before they noticed some of their friends walking by. Gin and Rangiku, Uryu and Orihime, Toshiro and Momo, Renji and Tatsuki, Chad, Mizuiro and Keigo stopped when they noticed Ichigo and Rukia sitting at a table on the patio of the bistro. Rangiku ran up to the railing, dragging Gin along behind her. “Hey, you guys should come with us to the new club down the street. It’s opening night so the cover charge is half off.”

Normally, the first response from both of them would have been no, but after a few drinks they both decided that going to the club wouldn’t be a bad idea, especially since there was no school the next day. Ichigo paid their tab and again offered his arm to Rukia. All the girls awed at them and Rukia blushed while Ichigo looked away and scratched the back of his head. They decided to run by their apartments and change before heading out. Now Rukia was wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt with slits in the arms with cut off jean shorts and low heels. Ichigo was sporting a long-sleeved white shirt with a black vest and worn jeans with sneakers.

By now it was nearing 10:00 pm and both Ichigo and Rukia were feeling the effects of the alcohol they had consumed earlier. Everyone paid to get into the new club Kabuki, which was a club themed after the classical Japanese dance. The club was filled with lavish decorations including kabuki masks and the staff was dressed in kabuki style uniforms. The group got a table and ordered drinks while everyone talked and got better acquainted. With the noise being so loud, everyone had to yell to be heard. As soon as the next song started up however, the girls got quiet before jumping up and dragging their men to the dance floor. Rukia had been sitting at the table talking to her friends while Ichigo went to get them another drink. Rukia realized that she had missed things like this. She noticed him across the room and once again something came over her as she stood and made her way towards him to let him know that she missed him.

When the group first arrived…

After the group grabbed a spot to sit, they split off into two groups. All the girls wanted to know how Rukia’s evening with Ichigo was going so far and the guys were bugging Ichigo about whether he was going to get laid that night, much to their shared dismay. Rangiku ordered some shots for the girls and Renji ordered a few pitchers of beer for the guys.

“So Rukia, how has my cousin been treating you tonight?” came the question from Rangiku before downing her first shot. “He’s been a perfect gentleman the entire evening, Rangiku”, Rukia replied while eyeing her shot warily. “Really? Those acting classes must be coming in handy,” Tatsuki said with surprise evident in her voice. “Maybe he just really likes Rukia, so he is being shy,” piped up Momo. “If so, Rukia is in for a shock when she gets a dose of his usual demeanor,” Rangiku added with a slight chuckle. Rukia sat back listening to what everyone was saying, wondering how everyone else seemed to know her date so well, when she had just met him. She looked over to see her orange-haired date glaring at the other guys at the table with a slight blush on his face and Rukia wondered what they were talking about.

“Guys, I’ve only known Rukia for a few hours. What on earth makes you think she is going to put out on the first date or that I’m even going to try?” came the gruff response from Ichigo after Renji’s inquiry to his progress tonight. “Rangiku and I barely made it through dinner before heading back to my place,” came the remark from Gin as he grinned at Ichigo. “I really didn’t need to know that about my cousin, Gin,” Ichigo replied bluntly, “It was bad enough she wouldn’t let me get dressed in private earlier.” That remark earned a chuckle from the guys at the table. “The rest of you have no room to talk either, since you all knew your girlfriends before you got together,” Ichigo said pointedly to Renji, Toshiro and Uryu.

“By the way Renji, how come you seem to know Rukia so well, but I’ve never met her?” Ichigo questioned. “Oh, my dad’s firm has represented the Kuchiki’s for a long time, so Rukia and I spent quite a bit of time together at business parties and such,” Renji replied looking embarrassed about the whole ordeal. He didn’t like to be judged by his father’s reputation, so he didn’t talk about it much. “Her brother Byakuya was very particular about who Rukia interacted with when she was younger. She was home schooled until high school and then she went to a private academy. Rukia threatened to never marry if Byakuya didn’t let her attend KJC,” Renji said followed by a laugh when imagining Rukia telling Byakuya anything.

At this point both groups had consumed more alcohol than they probably should have and most likely they would all be regretting it one way or another by the next morning. Everyone else had made their way to the dance floor and Rukia was currently sitting at the table waiting for Ichigo to bring her a drink. They had just come from the floor and were catching a breather…mainly because neither of them cared for the current song.

Rangiku knew that if anything was going to happen between Rukia and Ichigo that night that Rukia would have to be the one to initiate things. She knew Ichigo had a lot of respect for women and would never try anything while they were drinking. Rangiku also knew that with the right persuasion, Ichigo might come over the dark side with the rest of them…after all she was his cousin and she knew way too much about the guy.

The girls found a really good song that they knew Rukia was familiar with and that might push all the right buttons with Ichigo. They instructed the DJ to play the first half of the song without the words and that their friend would be singing that part.

Rukia saw the girls run over to her and Rangiku was bringing a microphone headset along with her. She knew what that meant and while she would usually refuse, she was feeling generous tonight. While she had just been contemplating her feelings for Ichigo, the girls had presented her with the perfect way for her to let loose and not really think about it. Taking the headset, Rukia stood up and walked over to Ichigo as the music started to play. As Ichigo began to turn around with their drinks, he noticed Rukia coming towards him and over the noise of the club he heard her voice ring out.

Hey, over there, please forgive me If I’m coming on too strong Hate to stare, but you’re winning And they’re playing my favorite song

Rukia sauntered up to Ichigo, who was as still as a statue in awe and shock of what she was doing. Who would have thought that a girl such as Rukia would be able to sing like that…and willing to sing a song like this? Rukia ran her hand along Ichigo’s shoulders as she circled him, stopping in front of him to run her hands down his chest, then taking their drinks and placing them back on the counter. Grabbing his vest, Rukia started pulling Ichigo closer to her as the next line of the song started.

So come here, a little closer Wanna whisper in your ear Make it clear, little question Wanna know just how you feel

Rukia pulled Ichigo down so that she could whisper in his ear…at this point everyone in the club was hanging on every word she said. Each person waiting to see what Rukia would do next. 

If I said my heart was beating loud If we could escape the crowd somehow If I said I want your body now Would you hold it against me?

(Ichigo’s eyes widened)

Rukia ran her hands up Ichigo’s chest to meet behind his neck, doing her best to pull herself flush up against him. Running her hands down his arms to thread their fingers together and twisting so that her back was now pressed up against Ichigo’s front, Rukia recited the next lines of the song.

‘Cause you feel like paradise And I need a vacation tonight So if I said I want your body now Would you hold it against me?

As the final line left Rukia’s lips, she shifted back to look into Ichigo’s eyes. Ichigo was so caught up in her words, the sounds around them fading away as he focused on the way Rukia looked, her perfume making him lightheaded. Ichigo lifted his hand to Rukia’s face and bent over to kiss her deeply, trying to convey his feelings in that single act.

Rukia, still holding Ichigo’s hand, turned and pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Hey, you might think that I’m crazy But you know I’m just your type I might be a little hazy But you just cannot deny

There’s a spark in between us When we’re dancing on the floor I want more, wanna see it So I’m asking you tonight

One of the guys had grabbed a headset and tossed it to Ichigo, knowing that at this point there was no way he would back down from a challenge. Ichigo surprised Rukia by singing the next part as he twirled her around, hearing a giggle escape her which brought a smile to his face.

If I said my heart was beating loud If we could escape the crowd somehow If I said I want your body now Would you hold it against me?

‘Cause you feel like paradise And I need a vacation tonight So if I said I want your body now Would you hold it against me?

Rukia’s eyes grew larger than normal at the timber of Ichigo’s voice. She would have never guessed that her poet could sing. It flowed over her body like warm honey and a shiver ran down her spine as she imagined how husky it could get. Rukia’s favorite part of the song was coming up so she gave Ichigo a look, hoping to convey her message to him…which he seemed to get as he gave her a wink in return. The next part they said together.

If I said I want your body Would you hold it against me?

Rukia pulled herself out of Ichigo’s arms as the girls came up behind her. They had made up a group dance for that part and proceeded to do it as the guys walked up behind Ichigo. As the dance wore down, each girl walked up and grabbed her man before they moved off to continue dancing. Finally, Ichigo was the last one standing as Rukia came up and wrapped her arms around him. The night continued along, with the pair getting a lot of grief from the group over their performance, though everyone was honestly impressed with how well they worked together.

Ichigo escorted Rukia home, both having decided that the night was a total success. They had parked in Rukia’s driveway when Ichigo spoke up, “So, I had a great time tonight. Call me?” Rukia was surprised that Ichigo had asked her to make the next move, “Maybe. But you’ll have to actually leave first”, giving Ichigo a suggestive smirk at the end. Grabbing his keys from the ignition, Rukia gave him a quick peck before jumping out of the car and sprinting towards her house…evil laughter bubbling out as she contemplated where to hide the keys. Ichigo sat stunned for a minute before what she had said and done finally registered in his brain. Climbing out of the car, he hurried to the house, locking the door on his way through as he set out to find Rukia and eventually his keys.

Ichigo felt the couch shift as Rukia moved to grab some popcorn from the bowl that was perched on his stomach. When a runaway kernel hit him in the eye, Ichigo looked up from Rukia’s lap to see the girl covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her laughter, though the shaking of her body gave it all away. Removing the offending kernel and popping it in his mouth, he returned his attention back to the movie they were watching.

Honestly, at this point Ichigo was getting tired of this movie. One of his theatre related classes required that they watch The Mask of Zorro. Now watching the movie wasn’t difficult, it was all the paperwork that had accompanied it. He had a packet of questions to answer before he watched the movie, after he watched the movie and another one to answer as he watched it again. All relating to how your perception changes based on your knowledge and how foreshadowing can benefit or harm a production. The dance scene was coming up and Ichigo decided that they needed a change of pace. Hopping up from the couch, Ichigo turned and bent down on one knee before Rukia, holding out his hand and mouthed along with the voice on the screen.

“Would you care to try something more robust, or do you feel unequal to the task?” He noticed Rukia’s eyes light up almost instantly and knew that she had caught on to what he was doing as she placed her hand in his, letting him pull her to her feet and away from the couch.

“No. On the contrary Don Alejandro, I think only of your distaste for perspiration.” Ichigo laughed at the haughty look in Rukia’s eyes as she delivered her lines.

He pulled her over to an open area in the living room as the music started. Ichigo twirled her into a dip with his left arm before switching her over into a dip on his right. The pair did a few fun spins and twirls before the music started becoming more serious and they came back together, Ichigo lifting Rukia off the ground to make up for her lack in height as he buried his nose in her neck, making her giggle before they sprung apart once again. Rukia moved low to the ground as Ichigo rose in the air, then each doing different dance poses as they moved in a circle around each other. Together and back, then together again…each move more dramatic than the last. They moved to the left and the right, Ichigo picking Rukia up as needed before twirling her around. Ichigo lowered Rukia to the floor before pulling her up…Rukia jumping up to wrap her legs around Ichigo’s waist. The dance over and the show left in the background as the pair got lost in each other.

Ichigo proceeded to press Rukia up against the wall…following his previous movements with his mouth, wrapping one arm about her waist as the other braced himself, while Rukia plunged her hands into citrus hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. After a moment, Ichigo pulled away before resting his forehead against Rukia’s.

“One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well;  another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman,  one woman shall not come in my grace.”

Rukia ran her hands down to cup Ichigo’s face, “Using Shakespeare to sweet talk me? You clever boy.”

Ichigo moved back and fell down on the couch, Rukia in his lap, “Well, I’ve got to keep impressing you. It’s only been a few months and there is not nearly enough of our stuff sitting around each others place. You’d think we barely see each other.” Rukia laughed at the serious look on Ichigo’s face.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around Rukia and hid his face in her neck, “Besides, Byakuya isn’t my biggest fan…so if I don’t have you on my side, I’ll never get to keep you.”

“With hair as garish as yours, can you blame him?” Ichigo glared at the insult as Rukia smirked back at him.

“I’m not dyeing it black. If it hurts his eyes so much, he can wear sunglasses. Pretentious ass”, irritation clear in Ichigo’s voice.

Rukia straightened up to look at Ichigo, “Anyway, after the last formal…I’m pretty sure most of the campus knows who is coming home with me.”

“Hey, I honestly had no clue that there was a fan-club dedicated to me! Rangiku is the hustling busybody who started the damn thing. It was utterly embarrassing. Thankfully, you were there to rescue me from the clutches of those scandalous women”, Ichigo had gotten rather dramatic at the end.

Rukia laughed at his act before she spoke, “I definitely never thought we’d have to defend each other from a hoard of would-be suitors.”

“If that bunch of stuffed shirts would have left well enough alone, I wouldn’t have decided to step in”, Ichigo retorted with a smug look.

Rukia nodded in agreement, “Yeah, the look on their faces was priceless. You know, if you’d just come out and tell people you’re part of the Shiba family…they’d lay off. I know you want to make it on your own merit though. Just one more thing about you that draws me in, I guess.”

Rukia laid her head down on Ichigo’s chest and they sat there in silence for a few minutes…the television in the background simply noise behind their thoughts.

Rukia mumbled into the shirt under her cheek, “So, Ichigo. When are you going to hunt for your keys again? It’s been about a week since the last time.”

Ichigo looked thoughtful for a moment before he responded, “I suppose I should look again. I think you keep moving them on me, to be honest. My poor car has sat in your drive for months now. Plus, I’m still making payments and keeping insurance on a car I can’t use.”

“That’s why you don’t keep your spare with the original. And yes, I keep moving the keys cause I take your car out once a week to keep it in shape”, Rukia snickered at the shocked look on Ichigo’s face.

“Seriously! So you haven’t lost them. I’ve got to find those keys.” Ichigo tossed Rukia over his shoulder and started his mad dash search through her house…which generally ended somewhere upstairs, around her bedroom. Rukia was good at distracting him that way. If only he knew that she did it when he was getting close…unless he did know and was just playing along.

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Metasequoia glyptostroboides, the dawn redwood, is a fast-growing, endangered deciduous conifer, the sole living species of the genus Metasequoia, one of three species in the subfamily Sequoioideae. It now survives only in wet lower slopes and montane river and stream valleys in the border region of Hubei and Hunan provinces and Chongqing municipality in south-central China. . . . #wood #woodworking #coniferus #sequoia #kindof #metasequoia #meta #metaphysics #philosophy #sequoiatrees #woodworker #illustration #paleobotany #paleo #botany #arboretum #tree #china #hubei #hubeiprovince (at Chongqing, China) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAIfR6-HvIM/?igshid=axrtcznn7jm7

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The DNA of ancient giant trees could possibly save our forests By Karen Graham     Feb 12, 2019 in Science What if we could revive giant creatures that once roamed the Earth? Well, that’s what arborists are doing today, only they’re cloning saplings from the stumps of the world’s largest, strongest, and longest-lived trees, the giant redwoods. The redwood species contains the largest and tallest trees in the world. Sequoioideae (redwoods) is a subfamily of coniferous trees within the family Cupressaceae. and is the most common tree in coastal forests of Northern California. The three redwood subfamily genera are Sequoia and Sequoiadendron of California and Oregon, and Metasequoia in China. Only the two subfamily genera found in the United States produce the world's tallest and largest trees. Some of the redwoods have been known to live for thousands of years, with the earliest fossil remains being from the Jurassic period. There aren't too many redwoods today that can claim to be that old - they have been cut down. The two sub-families of redwoods are considered endangered species due to habitat loss, natural fire suppression technologies, and logging. People and horses on a downed redwood. Circa-1900. Comment by David C. Foster: Unknown Photo History. I'm fairly certain the tree was a Coast Redwood (Sequoia semperviren) or a Giant Sequoia (Sequoiadendron giganteum) from Central to Northern California or Oregon. I wish this one was still standing. The bark has already been stripped off of it. David C. Foster Perhaps the greatest impact on the demise of the giant trees was logging in the 19th and 20th centuries. When the western part of the country opened up and as more and more people migrated across the plains to the West Coast, the giant redwoods, some with a diameter of over 35 feet, were cut down for their lumber to build homes - with the rest of the groves eventually being decimated by the logging industry. Restoring the redwood to its former glory Now, West Coast redwoods are in trouble, with 95 percent of their old-growth habitat gone. Archangel is attempting to restore these old-growth forests - mature ecological communities with the oldest indiv https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt3i1xegeCZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fhek56rn2em8

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Artemis Sequoioideae, 2017

Oil Paint on Canvas

20″ x 20″

SOLD

I use a forest as a symbol of the subconscious, encompassing the complexity and mystery of the mind. 

Most of the imagined forests depict clusters of tangled trees, but some depicts a single tree, which holds the oneness, wonderment, contemplation, and peace of the universe. It is a symbol that spans across cultures and time. 

In some of the imagery, figures emerge from the landscape just as the landscape emerges from the figures. The inner and outer worlds are one and the same. The figures appear female because I seek the feminine energy of nature and creativity in my daily life for healing, transformation, and transcendence. The figures take on a collaborative dance with the trees, rhythmic and wild.

Through many of the the images, especially as the series progresses, the spirit of butterflies is birthed from tangled veins of anxiety, and a full range of colors take hold. This alchemical transfiguration serves as an important symbol in my life.

I find that I can watch the changes in phases of my life through the shifts in my art, and as I am discovering myself and finding more avenues of self expression, these pieces become self portraits of my inner journey.

Featured in: Cornucopia at C.A.V.E Studio in Kingston NY

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Kebanyakan orang sudah tahu bahwa hewan terbesar di dunia adalah paus biru. Tapi bagaimana dengan tumbuhan? Ternyata predikat tumbuhan terbesar dimiliki oleh pohon sequoia. Kalau kamu sulit menyebut namanya, sebut saja dengan sebutan umumnya, yaitu pohon kayu merah.

Karena merupakan tumbuhan terbesar di dunia, tentu pohon sequoia sangat menarik untuk dipelajari. Jadi yuk, kita lihat empat FAKTA menarik yang dimiliki pohon super besar ini.

1. Terdiri dari 3 genus dan beberapa spesies, tapi hanya tersisa 3 spesies

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Sequoia atau kayu merah merupakan sebutan untuk pohon-pohon yang tergabung dalam subfamili Sequoioideae . Ada 3 genus dalam subfamili tersebut, yaitu Sequoia

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