"On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her." - Emma Donoghue
S., 23, Italian. Kate is my internet handle and you can call me that. People scare me so I'll probably never talk to you even if I think you're cool, and if I do it'll be very awkward. English is my second language; I apologize for any mistakes.
Things I am interested in and will post about include: ladies who make music, fairy tales, fierce women, languages, girls with red hair and freckles, mermaids, animated movies, history. If you stay here for long (by which I mean "more than five seconds") you're probably also bound to witness some fandom squeeing, mainly about Pokémon and lots of tv shows.
"And as the years flowed by, some villagers told travellers of a beast and a beauty who lived in the castle and could be seen walking on the battlements, and others told of two beauties, and others, of two beasts."
— From ‘The Tale of the Rose’ by Emma Donoghue (via lesbianfairytales)
Poisoned Apples & Golden Hair part 2 — music for fairytales DOWNLOAD (part 1)
little red riding hood - lily holbrook; and I was walking / through the woods / and you were playing the part / of a little red riding hood / and I was / the big bad wolf
the little mermaid - unwoman; how can you want something more than me? / I give my life for yours, sacrifice my voice / only in hope, a thousand knives in each step, that I may share your soul
beauty and the beast - nightwish; remember the first dance we shared? / recall the night you melted my ugliness away? / the night you left with a kiss so kind / only a scent of beauty left behind
waltz for gerda & kay - michele de wilton; (instrumental)
caperucita - first aid kit; please be aware in dead forest / take your hood dyed in red / trees are weird in dead forest / wolves may be around
professional cinderella - corinna fugate; I don’t mind walking home in the rain / no one can see I’m crying / it camouflages the pain / professional cinderella, I am praying / was it too much to ask for one happy ending?
little red - kate nash; and all the birds and the bees lived so peacefully / and all of the babies, they slept so gently / until little red, little red, little red came knocking
in bluebeard’s castle - unwoman; now he walks beside you with a ring of keys / you do not see the sadistic gleam in his eyes / as he opens the forbidden chamber / he will enjoy murder vicariously / your false step unleashes the fury
the song of the swan maiden - margie butler; in the cold light of the dawning / just as the morning sun did break / I thought I saw her swimming / with the swans upon the lake / on that silent day she vanished / of her song there was no trace
rapunzel - laura brino; do you want me to let down my hair? / you can use it in place of the stairs / if you make it up here, just be careful with me / if you scale my walls I’ll be free
thumbelina - unwoman; she’s too small for the pen / can’t write her story down / too small for the pen / can’t bring her mind around
snow white - corinna fugate; I will stay forever here by your side / the snow falling down, I can’t feel my heart / but I will stay, your snow white, frozen in time / sound asleep by your side
For several months, Belle lives a life of luxury at the Beast’s palace, being waited on hand and foot by invisible servants, having no end of riches to amuse her and an endless supply of exquisite finery to wear. Eventually she becomes homesick and begs the Beast to allow her to go to see her family. He allows it, if she will return exactly a week later. Belle agrees to this and sets off for home with an enchanted mirror and ring. The mirror allows her to see what is going on back at the Beast’s castle, and the ring allows her to return to the castle in an instant when turned three times around her finger. Her older sisters are surprised to find her well fed and dressed in finery. They grow jealous of her happy life at the castle, and, hearing that she must return to the Beast on a certain day, beg her to stay another day, even putting onion in their eyes to make it appear as though they are weeping. It is their wish that the Beast will grow angry with Belle for breaking her promise and will eat her alive. Belle’s heart is moved by her sisters’ false show of love, and she agrees to stay. Belle begins to feel guilty about breaking her promise to the Beast and uses the mirror to see him back at the castle. She is horrified to discover that the Beast is lying half-dead of heartbreak near the rose bushes her father had stolen from and she immediately uses the ring to return to the Beast. Upon returning, Belle finds the Beast almost dead, and she weeps over him, saying that she loves him. When her tears strike him, the Beast is transformed into a handsome prince. The Prince informs Belle that long ago a fairy turned him into a hideous beast after he refused to let her in from the rain, and that only by finding true love, despite his ugliness, could the curse be broken. He and Belle are married and they lived happily ever after together.
Children believe what we tell them. They have complete faith in us. They believe that a rose plucked from a garden can plunge a family into conflict. They believe that the hands of a human beast will smoke when he slays a victim, and that this will cause the beast shame when a young maiden takes up residence in his home. They believe a thousand other simple things. I ask of you a little of this childlike simplicity, and, to bring us luck, let me speak four truly magic words, childhood’s open sesame: “Once upon a time…”
La Belle et la Bête (1946) directed by French poet and filmmaker Jean Cocteau.
translations: “Singing, song of all songs, that says again and again I’m yours.” “Even if your heart is lost, you have to believe anyway, the dream of a life is love.” “I know what happens, you hold me in your arms.” “Hoping for the sweet moment where your questions are answered.” “I want to live another life !” “Leave your heart to me, and it will see an amazing world.” “He’s sweet, the god of my heart.” “Everyone take up arms together, let the Huns despair!” “Flower, bright and beautiful, do not leave me alone.”
