“It’s time to duel”? More like “it’s time for a public therapy session where I hold long and emotional monologues about my problems and occassionally play a card”.
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Coyote found a squeaky toy I accidentally left outside. Turns out coyote love squeaky toys too.
Where have all the merfolk?! They’re still here just hiding in plain sight.
(This was done as part of a 3dtotal web tutorial. Big thank you goes out to Rob over at 3dtotal for facilitating this)
Anonymous asked:
uh, okay. i'm very scared to ask but : rabbit that's not really a rabbit...?
kedreeva answered:
yeah, there’s, like. a small god, shaped like a rabbit, that lives in my yard. I would say it’s a normal rabbit except it’s not. It won’t move from my driveway if I’m trying to drive out and it was there first. I can walk up within a few feet of it, and it will turn and just look at me like what do you want? It’s the only rabbit that freaks the hell out of all my birds, they CANNOT be directed or communicated with when this rabbit comes around, they will do nothing but stand on alert and stare at it making a soft warning call. I’ve caught it SEVERAL times now standing nose to nose with one of my peacocks, and it just looks at me and walks away when I catch them. hawks and falcons and eagles and owls constantly pass over my yard, and it is full of rabbits that do not hide from them, and I’ve never seen evidence of one being taken. You know the moment you walk into a very dark room and maybe it’s a room you’ve been in before and maybe you don’t believe in ghosts, but also it’s still dark and your little leftover lizard hindbrain goes “anything could be inside of here waiting for me” the second before you turn on the light? It’s like that feeling, except in the shape of a rabbit. i didn’t ask for any of that.
This guy, the one I rolled my car toward one morning and instead of leaving he turned to square up
No it's just a wild cottontail like any other I've ever seen. He's been here for years. Sometimes the small gods of animals live in your backyard and you just have to deal with it like all the other weird things in your life: by going "well, that's not my business" and moving on.