#the tale of tales

[thekiddo73]

the tale of tales 1979

[lizzy-cassel-de-la-fere]

Vincent Cassel as King of Strongcliff ♥️

[amyaderman]

I recently finished reading "The Tale of Tales" by Giambattista Basile, and this part from the moral introduction of the sixth story on the fifth day is still stuck in my head, because DAMN.

"There are three species of idiots in the world, each of which deserves more than the other to be put in the oven: the first is those who do not know, the second is those who do not want to know, and the third those who think they know. The idiot about whom I am to talk to you is of the second species, who does not want knowledge to enter his noggin and thus hates those who teach it to him, trying, like a modern-day Nero, to cut off their bread supply."

[delightful-mirth]

༻✦༺ Petrosinello ༻✦༺

A gay reimagining of "Petrosinella" (a Rapunzel's variant) featuring Emanuele Mariotti as Petrosinello (Rapunzel's counterpart), Alberto Malanchino as the Prince and Pierfrancesco Favino as the Ogre (Mother Gothel, basically).

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"Petrosinella" (Little Parsley) was written in Neapolitan by Giambattista Basile and he included it in his 1634 collection of fairy tales "The Tale of Tales." It is an Aarne–Thompson type 310 "the Maiden in the Tower" tale, as well as the earliest recorded variant of "Rapunzel." The Brothers Grimm's more famous version was published almost two centuries later, in 1812.

You can read an English translation of "Petrosinella" here.

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Here you can find the whole list of my Gay Tales!

[adarkrainbow]

Hi!

There’s a good chance you are already aware of it, but there is a recent film based on Basile’s Cunto de li Cunti. It’s called Tale of Tales, it’s an italian-french production from 2015, and it adapts (surprisingly very faithfully) the tales of the Flea, the Doe and the Flayed Old Woman.

I figured it could interest you. Keep up the good work!

Thank you!

And indeed I know of this movie! I heard all about it when it got released, the trailer was going around and there were articles in magazines - in fact, it was one of the thing that led me to explore further the Tale of Tales (before that I only/mostly knew about the Facetious Nights).

That being said, despite wanting to watch it at the time, I unfortunately did not had time... and I still haven't watched it fully, which is a shame because it looks so good, and this is one of the rare pieces of media to acknowledge the Italian literary fairytales.

I should definitively try to watch the movie one of these times - thanks for reminding me of its existence X)

[thestuffedalligator]

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

[telltaletypist]

i am a woman at war with herself, torn forever between my love of detective fiction and my hatred of cops and cop media

[io-lu-art]

A tale of Ba Sing Se.

[detailedart]

Rise and collapse of a wave. Details of paintings by Michael Zeno Diemer (1867-1939)

[trudlejack]

(+part 2)

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[lizzy-cassel-de-la-fere]

*tw: vaping*

Vincent Cassel during a short break at The Set of "Tale of Tales" 2015 ♥️ that smile is killing me 😭 and the playing of his feet with the blanket 😂 he is too cute ♥️

Gif made by me

[cocopudu]

mane 6 but they're gen 2 !? 🌟⭐️✨💫

[fata-vocant]

medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

[d4ggerfish]

dnd character design :] !!!