WildZyria

[kkumri]

halloween x two idiots who cannot come to terms with each other’s attractiveness

[princessesfanarts]

By ArtCrawl

[yorps]

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[tristamateer]

I kiss the pretty boy in black semi-sheer thigh highs, plant my hands on his hips, pull teasingly at his garter belt and I can hear my mother shaking her head across town. I can’t tell if she is disappointed or confused. I lie awake next to the girl who smells like sweat and lemonade. I think about shoving my face into her hair but she falls asleep talking about her boyfriend. On the day my mother corners me in the kitchen to ask if I’m a “fucking lesbian,” I say no. I wonder if it counts as a lie when I still don’t have a word for all the different kinds of porn I like to watch. When I come out, I am eight thousand miles away from home. I am sharing the bed of a substitute teacher. He likes to tie me up at night and kiss me in the morning. My mother says she’s not surprised but she doesn’t understand. When I use the B word, all I can think about is the first time bisexuality came up with her in conversation and she laughed. THEY’RE JUST GREEDY.IT’S LIKE THEY DON’T EVEN CARE WHO THEY’RE FUCKING. THEY’D FUCK ANYTHING. THEY MAY AS WELL FUCK A DOG. My grandmother asks where they went wrong, if it’s because my father left and “you know, the other stuff.” She wants to be able to call my sexuality a result of trauma but I won’t let her. She says, LOOK: IF YOU FALL IN LOVE, I’LL BE HAPPY FOR YOU BUT YOU CAN’T MARRY A WOMAN BECAUSE IT PERSONALLY OFFENDS ME. She calls me a dyke and says it’s a joke. She never asks me again if I’m seeing anybody. I have a crush on a femme who makes their living writing good lines. I swoon every time they call me baby, but I tell them I don’t know if I want to get into things. I second guess myself into a corner. What if it is just a phase? What if I change my mind? Do I really need to put my family through that kind of thing? What if my mother’s right? When I tell her we’ve started dating, she sobs for three days straight and I don’t know how to apologize for it. When I make arrangements to meet up with a man I’ve been in love with for the last few years, I don’t tell anyone in my family because I don’t feel like explaining that it doesn’t mean I am straight. I go to London alone. I nurse my heartbreak alone. My coworker asks me, “Why do lesbians use dildos? Why don’t they just fuck men?” And I want to say “have you ever met a man??” but I feel like the joke is too gay and I am always trying to convince everyone I know that my sexuality is a revolving door that never stops spinning long enough to check IDs. Still, somehow, I am always getting carded. OKAY BUT HOW MANY WOMEN HAVE YOU BEEN WITH? HOW MANY THREESOMES HAVE YOU HAD? I MEAN ALL GIRLS ARE A LITTLE GAY. YOU DON’T HAVE TO FLAUNT IT LIKE THAT. YOU JUST DO THIS TO GET GUYS, DON’T YOU? When the supreme court ruling comes through for marriage equality, I sob quietly in the bathroom, but I don’t know if I can really celebrate the way that I want to because I don’t feel gay enough to talk about the struggle, but I’m not straight. My mother finds me in the morning to ask if I’ve heard the news. She says, I SUPPORT YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE MY DAUGHTER BUT I DON’T AGREE WITH IT AND I DON’T THINK IT’S RIGHT. I say, “then you don’t really support me,” and she doesn’t say anything.

“The B Word” Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[tristamateer]

you keep saying there are other fish in the sea / and she keeps talking about the blood in her mouth / you can take the fishhook out of the girl / but you can’t get the girl back in the water / can’t convince the girl she won’t be mistaken for bait again / can’t tell her it’s safe to be so warm and so wet out there / or you could, but you’d be lying and she’d know it / still has a hole in her mouth from the last time / and the time before that / still remembers exactly what it feels like to be swallowed

Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[rattonic]

[tristamateer]

There’s a witch in the garden again, smoking hand rolled cigarettes. The first time I caught her there, she was pulling up everything but the weeds. Out went the tomato plants and the lemongrass. Perennials, up by the roots. When I asked why, she closed her hand hard around a thistle and then released it, watched it spring back into place and showed me the blood on her palm. She said, have you ever seen anything more resilient? I didn’t ask her name until the third time. She was perched on a rusted lawn-chair talking to the fog. She swatted me away and said she didn’t have one; but things get lost in translation sometimes. I have come to understand she doesn’t have only one name. Calls herself Driftwood, calls herself Cockroach Woman, calls herself Patron Saint of Doorways and laughs about it. Urchin Heart, Abundance of Softness. I ask what her mother called her and she says it sounds so far away. She says if people change, she doesn’t understand why names get stuck. She calls it false advertisement and offers me a sugar packet from the pocket of her purple coat. The next time she shows up, it’s at my front door instead. She has a suitcase, a backpack, and a box of mugs. I rent her a room on the second floor but she rarely ever sleeps there. I wander into the kitchen at odd hours to find her rolling cigarettes and making tea, hanging herbs up to dry, paging through old notebooks. One has moss hanging out of it, one leaks all over the kitchen table every time it’s closed. She says these are normal setbacks when you’re tasked with collecting a life between pages. She says, nothing is ever real until she writes it down. She takes two full months to write that she lives here now. Thistle Witch asks me for help tightening her corset. She tells me that she used to just tie the laces to the doorknob and throw herself in the opposite direction. She says it’s nice to have someone there to anchor her, but after she says it, she frowns. Leaves for three weeks and comes home without acknowledging her absence. She just walks back into the flat one morning and upends her purse on the counter. I count twenty-seven different branded sugar packets. She curls up on the rug in the living room and I don’t ask where she’s been.

Thistle Witch Excerpts by Trista Mateer for Cecilie Klingenberg  (via tristamateer)

[goodquoteco]

I pushed everyone else away because they weren’t you.

(via goodquoteco)

[thewightknight]

25% of the people have a 4th cone and see colors as they are

Given the sudden interest for the color of dresses and vision, here some of the fascinating findings we did recently.

The color nuances we see depend on the number and distribution of cones (=color receptors) in our eye. You can check this rainbow: how many color nuances do you count?

You see less than 20 color nuances: you are a dichromats, like dogs, which means you have 2 types of cones only. You are likely to wear black, beige, and blue. 25% of the population is dichromat.

You see between 20 and 32 color nuances: you are a trichromat, you have 3 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green and red area). You enjoy different colors as you can appreciate them. 50% of the population is trichromat.

You see between 33 and 39 colors: you are a tetrachromat, like bees, and have 4 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green, red plus yellow area). You are irritated by yellow, so this color will be nowhere to be found in your wardrobe. 25% of the population is tetrachromat.

You see more than 39 color nuances: come on, you are making up things! there are only 39 different colors in the test and probably only 35 are properly translated by your computer screen anyway :)

It is highly probable that people who have an additional 4th cone do not get tricked by blue/black or white/gold dresses, no matter the background light ;)

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[ahaunteddildoforblaine]

I see 21 colors. I had no idea there are so many more.

[chocolatequeennk]

I see 35-39 colours, and I hate the colour yellow. That was actually what made me curious enough to stop scrolling and count. Who knew there was a scientific reason behind my colour preferences? So the idea here is that what I see as annoyingly, garishly bright, most people don’t see as clearly, and that’s why it’s “cheerful?” (I’ve never understood that description of yellow.)

[sassyhail]

I barely saw 18 or 19. Dang :/

[starrose17]

Seriously? I see all 39 extremely easily.

[wildzyria]

I see 41?????

[i-suck-deactivated236543-deacti]

[wildzyria]

I AM SO HUNGRY FOR THIS DOSA

[wildzyria]

@askbangtansound 

[wildzyria]

...grow.

God, I just had to draw this because I love musicals and I love BTS, and there was an ask from @askbangtansound I can’t find that was INSPO.

[hamletmachine]

Motorcycle lesbians  ♀ ♀

[nimblesnotebook-blog]

Myths, Creatures, and Folklore

Want to create a religion for your fictional world? Here are some references and resources!

General:

General Folklore

Various Folktales

Heroes

Weather Folklore

Trees in Mythology

Animals in Mythology

Birds in Mythology

Flowers in Mythology

Fruit in Mythology

Plants in Mythology

Folktales from Around the World

Africa:

Egyptian Mythology

African Mythology

More African Mythology

Egyptian Gods and Goddesses

The Gods of Africa

Even More African Mythology

West African Mythology

All About African Mythology

African Mythical Creatures

Gods and Goddesses

The Americas:

Aztec Mythology

Haitian Mythology

Inca Mythology

Maya Mythology

Native American Mythology

More Inca Mythology

More Native American Mythology

South American Mythical Creatures

North American Mythical Creatures

Aztec Gods and Goddesses

Asia:

Chinese Mythology

Hindu Mythology

Japanese Mythology

Korean Mythology

More Japanese Mythology

Chinese and Japanese Mythical Creatures

Indian Mythical Creatures

Chinese Gods and Goddesses

Hindu Gods and Goddesses

Korean Gods and Goddesses

Europe:

Basque Mythology

Celtic Mythology

Etruscan Mythology

Greek Mythology

Latvian Mythology

Norse Mythology

Roman Mythology

Arthurian Legends

Bestiary

Celtic Gods and Goddesses

Gods and Goddesses of the Celtic Lands

Finnish Mythology

Celtic Mythical Creatures

Gods and Goddesses

Middle East:

Islamic Mythology

Judaic Mythology

Mesopotamian Mythology

Persian Mythology

Middle Eastern Mythical Creatures

Oceania:

Aboriginal Mythology

Polynesian Mythology

More Polynesian Mythology

Mythology of the Polynesian Islands

Melanesian Mythology

Massive Polynesian Mythology Post

Maori Mythical Creatures

Hawaiian Gods and Goddesses

Hawaiian Goddesses

Gods and Goddesses

Creating a Fantasy Religion:

Creating Part 1

Creating Part 2

Creating Part 3

Creating Part 4

Fantasy Religion Design Guide

Using Religion in Fantasy

Religion in Fantasy

Creating Fantasy Worlds

Beliefs in Fantasy

Some superstitions:

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[nimblesnotebook-blog]

Here, I have some more:

Africa:

Ancient Egypt: the Mythology

Egyptian Gods

Legendary Monsters of Africa

The Americas:

Aztec Mythology

Incan Mythology

Haitian Mythology

Mayan Mythology

Asia:

Chinese Mythology

Japanese Mythology

Korean Mythology

Hindu Mythology

Japanese Folklore and Mythology

Chinese Mythology

Europe:

Encyclopedia of Greek Mythology

The Olympians

Women in Greek Myths

Greek Mythology

More Greek Mythology

Even More Greek Mythology

Greek/Roman Mythology

Germanic Myths, Legends, and Sagas

Norse Mythology

The Muse

Creepy Irish Creatures

Irish Folklore

Norse Mythology

Arthurian Mythology

Celtic Mythology

Latvian Mythology

Norse Gods, Goddesses, and More

A Celtic Pantheon

Welsh Gods and Goddesses

Celtic Deities

Werewolf Legends from Germany

Welsh Deities

Celtic Gods and Goddesses

Oceanic:

Australian Mythology

Polynesian Mythology

General:

Ancient Myth and Magic

Massive List of Mythological Creatures

Mythical Creatures

Hairy Hominids

Cryptozoology

Mysterious Beings, Monsters, and Creatures

Amulets and Good Luck Charms A - Z

Modern Monsters

Myths and Legends

Folklore and Mythology (2)

More Links

Folklore, Myth, and Legend

Names of Gods and Goddesses

Folklore Mythology

[redadhdventures]

Reblogging because wow. What a resource.

[imugarou-deactivated20171126]

今日やたら寝てしまった。ｳｵｯﾌ仕事！！！（

[foervraengd]

I spent hours staring at gold bars stock photos while making this and now my head hurts

[violetline]

I’m crying to finally possess a physical copy of these poems.

[alonesomes]

From my book, Crybaby