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Fun story, according to old Norse beliefs my companion animal is a red fox.
The old nordics believed individuals and families had protection spirits called fylgie (literally follower or companion) usually in the form of an animal for individuals and women/goddesses for families. They would protect you and act on your behalf.
If you see your own fylgie it is a death omen but other people who are close to you might be lucky enough to see your fylgie while you are asleep (and people gifted in magic might even see it while you’re awake) which of course means you’re unlikely to know what your fylgie is unless someone else sees it.
So how do I know mine is a red fox? When I was 4 years old my parents rented a cottage with some friends for their summer vacation. One evening they put me to bed and the adults arranged themselves in the living room in such a way that my parents could keep an eye on me while the others had their backs to the bedroom. They just sat around and chitchatted when my parents suddenly noticed a red fox in the bedroom with me! It calmly looked around, sniffed me and walked out of the cottage like it was the most normal thing in the world at which point my parents went “OH MY GOD THERE WAS A FOX IN THE ROOM WITH OUR DAUGHTER!!!!”
For the nervous among you, red foxes aren’t dangerous to humans. They don’t even hurt babies and certainly not a 4 year old. Rabies has been eradicated among red foxes in Northern Europe so they’re just allowed to do their thing so long as they don’t eat people’s chickens/rabbits. You know, just in case you were wondering why my parents didn’t freak the fuck out and yelled at the fox.
But yeah, you can be boring and say it was just a normal fox that found it’s way into my bedroom, but it is pretty cool how perfectly it fits with fylgie beliefs.
So keep that behind your ear, if people tell you they saw an unexpected animal near you while you were asleep you’ll know what your fylgie is.
Some people seem a little disappointed that you can’t see your own fylgie unless you’re about to die because we’re so used to thinking of “spirit animals” as these very personal things just for us but don’t you see how amazing a fylgie would be for story telling and the relationships between characters?
Like, seeing another person’s fylgie is very intimate so the first time seeing it is a huge milestone in the relationship, and a fylgie only wants the best for their human so how they react to people around them tells a lot. Imagine seeing your friend’s fylgie and it attacks you? Your friend probably doesn’t hate you but their fylgie apparently knows something about you and how do you explain the wounds it left in the morning? Because they aren’t just spirits, they become very physical once their human is sleeping. Or what if it snuggles up to the villain? Or it might try to hide important things or bring you something because your wellbeing is important to their human. And imagine being able to tell a friend or even enemy what their fylgie is and watch their reaction.
And it can of course be used as a subtle death omen if the person is alone and sees a random animal appear and disappear in a place where it shouldn’t be possible. Either they have no idea what it means or they’ve been told what animal their fylgie is and it becomes a bittersweet moment where the person finally meets their lifelong protector but also knows it’s because they’re nearing the end. Or maybe they’re old it’s a purely sweet moment.
Just saying, a fylgie opens the doors to some unique situations specifically because they can’t be seen by their human.
This is a cause with a lot of nuance to it, but nothing is helped by taking the wolves off the list. Hell, it jeopardises all the progress we’ve made. If you have the time, please sign this. If you have extra time, writing a personalised message helps even more.
To learn more I’d strongly recommend the documentary The Trouble With Wolves for providing a balanced view of the issues.
if you guys thought you had a weird middle school experience my whole grade was convinced I was an actual literal werewolf for 3 years to the point where people were afraid of me so come 8th grade the popular girl had a huge Halloween party on her farm that everyone went to that just happened to coincide with the full moon so I staged a whole elaborate ‘transformation’ at the end of the night and scared the shit out of all of them. I don’t think I’ll ever top that
the prisoner of azkaban had just come out. we were a bunch of bored idiot kids in the boonies. everyone thought they could identify a werewolf and I just happened to have illnesses that often took me out of school around the time of the full moon every month. it didn’t help that I had been the ‘wolf kid’ since elementary. and I’m not saying I didn’t play into it when I found out the rumor — teen wolf (1985) was one of my favorite movies so of course I wanted to pretend I was living it.
but this went on for years. I had kids showing up behind my house on the full moon hoping to catch me changing. people were afraid to invite me to sleepovers. so when I finally got invited to a party, on that full moon no less, I went all out. I waited for the moon to rise. I hid a costume werewolf head and clawed gloves in the woods, snuck out there mid-party while 30-something kids were gathered around a bonfire, changed, ripped my clothes and started howling from the trees. some brave souls started to investigate and that’s when I started to chase them. pandemonium broke out. and oh, did I have the time of my life, because I hated most of these kids. revenge of the nerds, and all that. they’d teased me for years for things I couldn’t help like being sickly or having too much hair on my body.
I made my getaway with a friend at the end, and left the rest to wonder. most of them realized the prank and later laughed it off with me. but there was one kid who, senior year of high school, admitted I intimidated him because he still believed I was a werewolf. I put my arm around his shoulder, told him, “Between you and me, I am,” and gave him a wink. even after graduation, that guy looked at me like I would eat him alive.
I gotta say, there are worse things to be than a teenage werewolf
ID: a comparison betwen the mobile twitter and new tumblr menu layouts. They look almost exactly the same with the twitter/tumblr logo at the top followed by: home, explore, notifications/activity, and messages. After that the exact menu options are different but still similar. End ID
honestly tumblr only thinking about their newest users who came from twitter and literally not giving a shit about the longterm users is so f*cked up, in my 11 years of using this website, this is the worst and most dramatic change on the layout and everything feels so cluttered and ugly af
I think I just accidentally became someone’s loan shark??
Okay it sounds bad but bear with me:
Someone owes me a significant amount of money, and has made it clear that they do not intend to pay me back.
I sent them one text to follow up about it around two months ago, letting them know that I wasn’t stressed about it and I could wait or do installments if they needed time or things were rough, and they promptly blocked my number and deleted me on social media.
I was kinda bummed, but then, you know. I figured, it’s a lot of money, but at least they’ve removed themselves from my life, right? If I were to choose between thinking someone like that was a reliable friend or paying a lump sum for the trash to take itself out, I could make peace with it. Whatever. Live and learn.
So, I haven’t seen them in a few months. Cool. But then I was walking downtown and I see someone out of the corner of my eye just sitting around, having a drink. Don’t know who, don’t know what. Not paying attention, yeah? I’m living my life.
But as I get closer to walk past them, I see them get up and start booking it. And as I turn to figure out what’s up, why is someone running, I recognize the back of their head, and as they look over their shoulder, we make eye contact, and then they’re gone.
And I realize
I just got off work. I’m power-walking in what could ostensibly be interpreted as their direction. They look up and see someone they ghosted, who they have screwed monumentally, coming at them with a hundred-yard-stare and what they may not know is a regular resting bitch face. I don’t even care about the money anymore, I’ve accepted it as a loss, but they blocked me on everything so they don’t know that. And they went, “fuck this shit, not today” and dipped.
And that would be funny on it’s own, but we do not live in a large, heavily-populated area. It’s definitely going to happen again. So my question is this:
How long are they going to let themselves live in fear of my stumpy 5'3" ass hunting them down like John Wick or the devil himself before they snap
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