hans anderson's fairy tales

23.07.16 Its been two days too long since I uploaded a picture but because it’s the summer holidays I’m not doing any proper studying! This is a sneak peek to the stationery haul I’m doing next week! Coming up is a driving test masterpost as well! My mum and I have been cutting back some bushes at the front of my house and I want to put them in my flower press. Also, I bought this books of Hans Christian Anderson’s fairy tales from a charity shop and it has “Christmas 1953” written on the inside.

Fairy Tale Meme: 

9 Heroines - [Eliza from The Wild Swans]

Then Eliza went down the slope from the shore, and hid herself behind the bushes. The swans alighted quite close to her and flapped their great white wings. As soon as the sun had disappeared under the water, the feathers of the swans fell off, and eleven beautiful princes, Eliza’s brothers, stood near her. She uttered a loud cry, for, although they were very much changed, she knew them immediately.

Matthew, think what it might mean,
if I could talk to the animals, just imagine it
Chatting to a chimp in chimpanzee
Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting to a cheetah
What a neat achievement that would be.

If we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
Maybe take an animal degree.
I’d study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle,
Alligator, guinea pig, and flea.

I would converse in polar bear and python,
And I Would curse in fluent kangaroo.
If people asked me, can you speak rhinoceros,
I’d say, “Of courserous, can’t you?”

If I conferred with our furry friends, man to animal
think of the amazing repartee
If I could walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals,
and they could talk to me.

If I consulted with quadripeds
Think what fun we’d have, asking over crocodiles for tea
or maybe lunch with two or three lions, walruses or sea lions
what a lovely place the world would be

If I spoke slang to Orangutans, the advantages
any fool on earth could plainly see
discussing eastern art and dramas with intellectual llamas
That’s a big step forward, you’d agree

I’d learn to speak in antelope and turtle
my pekingese would be extremely good
If I were asked to sing in hippopotamus
I’d say why-not-amus and would

If I could parlay with with pachyderms
It’s a fairy tale worthy of Hans Anderson or Grimm
If I could walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunts and squeaks and squawk with the animals,
I can’t wait to start…

A man can talk to the animals, it’s a miracle
In a year from now I guarantee
I’ll be the marvel of the mammals, playing chess with camels
no more just a boring old M.D.

I’ll study every living creature’s language
so I can speak to all of them on sight
If friends say, “can he talk in crab or pelican”
you’ll say, “Like hell-he-can”
and you’ll be right

And if you just start to think of it
There’s no doubt of it
I’ll shall win a place in history
that I can walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals,
and they speak and squawk and squeak and talk
to me.

If we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
Think of all the things we could discuss
If we could walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals,
And they could and talk to us.


If We Could Talk to the Animals

Dr. Doolittle - 1967


Graphic - Yana Movchan


The Shepherdess and the chimney sweep by Ciaran
Via Flickr:
Illustrations for Hans Christian Andersons Fairy Tales By Jiri Trnka 1959

anonymous asked:


allyson // meaning “noble kind” or “of the noble sort” 

hans christian anderson fairy tales 

lighting a candle 


scratching your nose 


lying in grass 

breaking a plate 

Fairy Tale Meme:

5 Enchanted Objects - [The Red Shoes]

“Dance you shall,” said he, “dance in your red shoes till you are pale and cold, till your skin shrivels up and you are a skeleton! Dance you shall, from door to door, and where proud and wicked children live you shall knock, so that they may hear you and fear you! Dance you shall, dance—!”

“Mercy!” cried Karen. But she did not hear what the angel answered, for the shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, along highways and byways, and unceasingly she had to dance.

65. A small group discussing Hans Christian Anderson and Grimm fairy tales (and their Disney spin-offs), with all of their contradicting magics and magical creatures. Some purebloods overhear and attempt to “correct” them, but after a while the muggleborns start ignoring them and continue talking without acknowledging the purebloods’ existence. The purebloods go complain about being ignored (and the reason) to some of their other muggleborn friends, who just start laughing without an explanation.


the little mermaid by Ciaran
Via Flickr:
Illustrations for Hans Christian Andersons Fairy Tales By Jiri Trnka 1959

In Defense of the Fairy Tale | Mary B. Sellers

Most of us have our mothers to thank for our introduction to fairy tales. For me, it signaled the end of a day, a time where I was put to bed, tucked into a cocoon-like comforter’s embrace, and told a story. It was a time I looked forward to because I associated it with that parental one-on-one attention I so craved as a small child with two working parents, as well as a time that I was encouraged to explore the confines of my imagination. School, for the most part, was grounded in a reality that I was quickly realizing was less than perfect: the beginnings of responsibility, that I couldn’t have all of the Barbies I wanted, the ideal of sharing things with and treating my fellow playmates with a childish respect that was reinforced by the stern looks of teachers. But there, in my bedroom, surrounded by my playthings, my mother read to me about princesses and frogs and little children losing their way in the woods. I was allowed to ask questions; surmise, in my own tiny way, about the boundaries of reality and fiction. These stories and their characters were my lovely nighttime friends that I could re-visit night after night, and every time, they felt new to me. Despite my extreme youth, I knew these stories, at their core, were made-up. I knew, despite my love of them, that they could never really happen—but this didn’t stop me from pretending so hard that I’d forget for whole days that I couldn’t learn to navigate a broomstick, and that a prince riding up on a white horse was as likely to happen as me developing any semblance of athleticism. Still, I believed, and in this belief, I found a pleasant reprieve.

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Barnes & Noble leather-bound classics. 

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Dracula , The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Pow, Wicked, The Star Wars Trilogy, The Complete Fiction, Selected Writings by Abraham Lincoln, Grimms Complete Fairy Tales, The Adventrues of Huckleberry Finn and Other Tales, Jane Austens Seven Novels, The Count of Monte Cristo, Narnia, The Republic and other Dialouges, The Bronte Sisters, Classic Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Anderson, Alice’s Adventrues in Wonderland, Jurrasic Park, Shelock Holmes, A Christmas Carol, The Divine Comedy, Charles Dickens, The holy bible, The Iliad and Odyssey, Greys Anatomy and Fairy Tales from Around the World. 

I’ve been really bad about posting for the past few months. I have a bunch of stuff to show and I’ll try to keep more up to date moving forward.

Here is a poster for a retelling of The Little Mermaid (in space). Originally the title of the Little Mermaid was going to be “Daughters of the Air” and I thought it fit nicely for this version.

In my tale this Daughter of the Air falls in love with a stranded astronaut, the first human she had ever seen. She bargains with the Space Witch (A crazed medical AI with a damaged voice box and a terrible bedside manner). The witch promises to surgically build her new legs if the Daughter will relinquish her voice. All the while the Daughter fails to realize that the astronaut is already dead.