Girls want one thing and it's Mia Goth's wardrobe from Frankenstein.

In the Syrian tale "Flowers that Vanished in the Night," a prince spends a night in the royal gardens to catch a flower thief, who turns out to be a djinn. He chases the djinn down a well, which is a portal to other worlds with griffins, flying rams, and a kidnapped princess. #FairyTaleTuesday

In the Palestinian tale "The Camel Husband," Princess Warda marries Jumail, a talking camel who transforms into a human man at night. When Jumail later vanishes into the djinn realm, Warda waits for the portal to open again so she can pull him back to the human realm. #FairyTaleTuesday

In the German tale "King Goldenlocks," a king orders his son's execution for freeing a captured giant. The son escapes into a forest, where the giant shows him how to make a portal to the Garden of Paradise: break a rock with a club and enter through the crack. #FairyTaleTuesday

Hodr, the blind Norse god of darkness and shadows, is the twin brother of Baldr, god of light and purity. The trickster Loki uses Hodr's blindness to his advantage, tricking him into shooting Baldr dead with an arrow. Hodr is then executed and reunites with Baldr in the underworld. #MythologyMonday

The Greek god Plutus, son of Demeter, has been portrayed as a boy holding a cornucopia full of grain. At first he was associated with agricultural bounty, but later came to represent general wealth. Zeus blinds him so he'll distribute wealth equally and not play favorites. #MythologyMonday

Egyptian gods Horus and Set have a violent 80-year competition for the kingdom, during which Horus loses an eye. In some tellings, the eye is pieced back together and restored by the god Thoth. In others, the goddess Hathor restores it with milk from a gazelle. #MythologyMonday

"Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth, to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?" —The Comedy of Errors #ShakespeareSunday

"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still." —Richard II #ShakespeareSunday

"See the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live." —Henry VI #ShakespeareSunday

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!" —Macbeth #ShakespeareSunday

Reminder that participating in the world does not disqualify you from wanting to change it. You can drive a car and still care about climate change. You can order from Amazon and still call out Jeff Bezos for being a POS. Boycott where you can, but don't hold yourself to impossible standards.

"Lord Asriel is just a man, with human power, no more than that. But his ambition is limitless. He dares to do what men and women don’t even dare to think. And look what he’s done already: he’s torn open the sky, he’s opened the way to another world." —The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman #BookWormSat

"In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room... [The] pictures on the wall... seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece... had got the face of a little old man." —Through the Looking-Glass, Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat

Although racial diversity and representation in Hollywood still leaves something to be desired, there have been some victories achieved through the years. #FlashbackFriday medium.com/@sacha1689.s...

Although televisions did not become commonplace in homes until the early 1950s, certain milestones in TV history were reached even sooner than that. #FlashbackFriday medium.com/@sacha1689.s...

You might not think of silent black-and-white movies when you hear the words “time travel.” But this concept has existed in cinema far longer than you’d imagine. #FlashbackFriday medium.com/@sacha1689.s...

"Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall... Her daemon's name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall." —The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman #BookologyThursday

"When the Fair Folk gave you an instruction, you followed it, whether it suited you or not. That was just the way it was." —Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier #BookologyThursday

"The Wind falls still. I wonder if it can understand, or if it too is lost for words. I return to the Hall for lunch, the Wind whispering through the woods with me, leaving me only as the path reaches the main road." —Thorn, Intisar Khanani #BookologyThursday

The first biopic ever made was Joan of Arc (1900), directed by French filmmaker Georges Méliès. This 10-minute film begins with her visions of Archangel Michael, Saint Catherine of Alexandria, and Margaret of Antioch, then ends with her execution and ascension to heaven. #WyrdWednesday

In 1985, Charles Dickens's unfinished novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, was turned into a Broadway musical with multiple endings. The audience votes which character they believe murdered Edwin Drood, as Dickens died before writing the reveal. #WyrdWednesday

In 1300, Italian poet Dante Alighieri started writing his famous narrative poem The Divine Comedy. When he died in 1321, the last few pages were missing. His son Jacopo had a dream that his father showed him where they were, and he later found them in a hidden wall compartment. #WyrdWednesday

Storms destroyed thousands of Mongol fleets when they tried to invade Japan in 1274, and again in 1281. The Japanese believed Fujin, god of wind, and his brother Raijin, god of storms, protected Japan by sending kamikaze, a term that means "divine wind." #MythologyMonday

Aeolus, Greek god of wind and king of the island of Aeolia, appears in Homer's The Odyssey. He gifts Odysseus a bag containing the winds needed to guide his ship in the right direction. But Odysseus's men open it behind his back, and it drives them back to Aeolia. #MythologyMonday

In the heat of battle with the giant shapeshifter Humbaba, the epic hero Gilgamesh sends up a prayer to the sun god Shamash. In response, Shamash unleashes thirteen winds upon Humbaba, which incapacitates him and enables Gilgamesh to overtake him. #MythologyMonday

"My dear master, My captain and my emperor, let me say, Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell." —Antony and Cleopatra #ShakespeareSunday

"And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take. Forever and forever farewell, Cassius. If we do meet again, why, we shall smile. If not, why then this parting was well made." —Julius Caesar #ShakespeareSunday

"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite." —Romeo and Juliet #ShakespeareSunday

"[If] we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that." —The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman #BookWormSat

"In the cold of a winter's night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn't be cold... Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them from." —A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith #BookWormSat

"[He] took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter." —The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot #BookWormSat

"I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet, The words repeat  Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" —Christmas Bells, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow #BookologyThursday

“[The] town clock struck twelve, and the sound reminded me of the legend which affirms that all dumb animals are endowed with speech for one hour after midnight on Christmas eve, in memory of the animals about the manger when the blessed Child was born." —Rosa's Tale, LM Alcott #BookologyThursday

"The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went. Every one of them wore chains like Marley’s Ghost. Many had been personally known to Scrooge in their lives." —A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens #WyrdWednesday

"I decided to arrange the nativity. Donkey, sheep, camels, wise men, shepherds, star, Joseph. The crib was there, but it was empty. There was no Christ child. And there was no Mary." —Dark Christmas, Jeanette Winterson #WyrdWednesday

"[Not] long before Christmas Day... I saw a little girl... crying and beating against the window-panes... I heard no sound of little battering hands upon the window-glass, although the Phantom Child had seemed to put forth all its force." —The Old Nurse's Story, Elizabeth Gaskell #WyrdWednesday

In several European countries, there are legends claiming that anyone born on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, or one of the Twelve Nights of Christmas will become a werewolf. In some versions, baby boys will become werewolves and baby girls will become witches. #LegendaryWednesday

As December is the darkest month of the year, there's an old Norwegian belief that evil spirits and witches emerge around Christmas time. Therefore it's tradition to hide all the brooms in your house so witches don't steal them for their night flights. #LegendaryWednesday

Portuguese families set extra places at the dining table for deceased relatives during the traditional Christmas feast of Consoda. Some will even leave breadcrumbs on the hearth for the dead. These practices are believed to bring good luck for the coming year. #LegendaryWednesday

"The Fir-Tree" by Hans Christian Andersen is about a young fir tree eager to grow tall and become a ship's mast so it can explore the world. When it grows bigger, it's chopped down to use as a Christmas tree, then confined to the attic until it's chopped up for firewood. #FairyTaleTuesday

In the Icelandic tale "The Deacon of Dark River," a deacon promises to take his girlfriend out for Christmas Eve, but later drowns in a river. His ghost shows up at her house on Christmas Eve, takes her out as promised, and tries to drag her into an open grave. #FairyTaleTuesday

According to a 17th-century Mexican legend, a poor girl, Pepita, gathers a bouquet of weeds to gift to baby Jesus at Christmas. She places the bouquet at a nativity scene at a church altar, and the weeds transform into poinsettias, now known as Flowers of the Holy Night. #FairyTaleTuesday

In Greek myth, Cyclopses create the Helm of Hades, or the Cap of Invisibility, for the god of the underworld. The goddess Athena borrows it during the Trojan War, so the god of war, Ares, can't see her helping his enemy, Diomedes, by giving him strength and guiding his spear. #MythologyMonday

In Arthurian legend, when the knight Yvain is trapped in an enemy's castle, he's aided by a handmaiden, Lunette, who recognizes him as the only knight of King Arthur's court who showed her respect. She gives him a magic ring to turn him invisible so he can evade capture. #MythologyMonday

In the medieval German poem Nibelungenlied, epic hero Siegfried wears a tarnkappe: a cloak that makes him invisible and increases his strength. While invisible, he helps King Gunther win Icelandic Queen Brünhild's hand by guiding him through three athletic trials. #MythologyMonday

"Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?" "No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff." —The Taming of the Shrew #ShakespeareSunday

"I see the trick on't: here was a consent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale... That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick To make my lady laugh when she's disposed, Told our intents before." —Love's Labor's Lost #ShakespeareSunday

"Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast Before the birds have any cause to sing? Why should I joy in any abortive birth? At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows." —Love's Labor's Lost #ShakespeareSunday

"There was snow everywhere, such snow as no person could remember having fallen for forty-one years. 'It was on just such a Christmas as this that Mr. Jeremy disappeared,' remarked the old sexton." —A Strange Christmas Game, Charlotte Riddell #BookWormSat