tigcrlady:

au where two people are connected and if one gets hurt or touched the other feels it, though. ( inspired by x tbh. )

10bullets:

by mrt0o

beautiful-wildlife:

Red Fox by Debbie Tubridy

_{» Supernatural Creatures: Shtrigas}

        _{Shtrigas derive from Albanian folklore. They are typically female, and are vampiric witches that suck the blood of infants in the dead of night, and once finished, turn into some form of insect (i.e. a bee, moth, or fly) to leave. They are usually depicted as old hags with disfigured faces, spiteful stares, pale grey, blue, or green eyes, and ragged clothing. It’s very rare for a male shtriga to be known (usually referred to as shtriga, shtrigu, or shrtigan).}

        _{It is also believed that shtriga are not born, but made. Often when a woman becomes a witch in Albanian folklore it is believed she can no longer of have children, thus she feeds on them. Once bitten by a shtriga, the infant becomes deathly ill. The only way to cure them is for the shtriga them self to spit in the infant’s mouth.}

        _{The only known ways to ward off a shtriga is with garlic, to ward off the evil eye. Since infants most often catch the gaze of the evil eye,  when meeting an infant people will touch the child’s nose, saying masha’allah. Another common use to ward of witches in the Albanian culture is salt.}

_{Source: X} 

beautiful-wildlife:

Fox by Ivan Kislov

justxscared:

     ”Pete—Peter Bernar—ddone. You didn’ come…come for the—the animals?”

[ he chances a glance over his shoulder and away again, catches a glimpse
  of dark hair and doe eyes. she looks safe. clark ingram looked safe too. 
  peter lifts a hand to gesture disjointedly at the cages all around the barn,
  head turned away again save the occasional fleeting glance. ]

                  “Ththey keep sayin’ I can’ ah…can’ take care of—of dem all.”

               "No, of course not, why would I take the animals?“

    Padding closer to wire cages the girls sticks her fingers through
    the mesh, stroking her fingers across the matted fur of a rabbit,
    it’s not in a  good condition but she can talk about that later- 
    not questioning his misdirected glances in her general direction
    or the lack of eye contact.

      "I believe you love these animals, their enclosures are cramped but-
       they’re yours all the same." 

justxscared:

           ”Whhh—who ah’ you?”

He doesn’t turn to look at them.

                   "My name is Dakota- why? Who are you?“