...and they'll call us such names, and we really won't care...
So—for a variety of reasons—I've had the song "Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves" stuck in my head for about three days. This has started to drive me insane. Consequentially, I spent a good chunk of yesterday composing new verses, just so I'd be singing something different. The last time this happened, I found it so entertaining that I decided to make it a party game, and now I'm doing it again (yes, this is now officially a party). Give me a girl from folklore, myth, literature, or hell, modern media, and if I have a clue of who she is, I'll write a verse.
A few rules:
1. Fictional people only. Real people go in the bridge, and I already re-write that every time we do the song live. 2. One girl per customer. 3. Jean Grey is not eligible. 4. Don't make me come over there. 5. Please don't reference the original entry and try to stump me. I'm happy to do second passes at characters I've done before, but only while it stays fun.
Game on!...annnnnnd game off. I have all the requests I can handle, and will be adding new girls to the list throughout the weekend! Thanks for playing!
I used to work in an office with a Wendy and Heidi, and it amused me to no end that we were a trio of literary heroines. The only one who lacks a verse is Heidi.
Heidi belonged to the mountain, the wind, and the flower, No penned-away princess, no maiden best kept in a tower, And she pined and she wept when they took her away To place where her heart never wanted to stay, But she healed those around her with love, and they carried her home, The child of the Alps, who would never more venture to roam.
Sadly, they're both from very specific historical/myth basis that aren't in my area of study. :( In this case, I'm afraid I have to cry "no subject knowledge," and pass.
Hillary's father Revised anything he deemed broken, Rewriting the world to leave legend and fable unspoken. Robin and Pris were the daughters of fire, Who burned and unmade, making lies of desire, And they all of them turned down the sword for the file and the page, For the power of kings is in knowing the strength of the sage.
River was damned for no crime she had ever committed, A prisoner claimed without trial, who could not be acquitted, For they needed the tools that she held in her mind, And they left all she used to be tangled and twined Into spiral-shard shatters and fragments of what used to be... Now she runs like a river, but River can never be free.
They say that a man with a fortune must now seek a marriage, A lady of breeding and grace and impeccable carriage. Well, Lizzy was clever, and Lizzy was fair, And Lizzy claimed stridently she didn't care For the love of a man who would see her as less than his peer... She was proud, he was blind, and the road to love never runs clear.
They call her the Lady of Roses, they beg for her pardon, The Duchess of Shadows, the fox-woman down in the garden... But she came to this place through the dark, through the trees, Where betrayal was whispered by even the breeze, And she knows she's been broken, she knows there are pieces she lacks, And she prays by the light of her candle she's hidden her tracks.
And Vixy beat me to Fables, though choosing different characters. (The Page sisters are among the better elements of Jack of Fables, which I find decidedly inferior to the main Fables book -- actually, I tend to find most of the Jack supporting characters more interesting than either of the Jacks.)
They say that great power's a burden, a gift, and a blessing; They say that the motives of heroes leave lesser men guessing. Well, Vel never asked to be noble or bold, And she never agreed to do what she was told, So they call her a villain for daring to go her own way... She's the mistress of toys, and she never finds time now to play.
"Practically perfect" can be a great burden to carry. There's sensibly flawed, but that wasn't enough for our Mary. For she's gone with the wind and politely absurd, And the only adult who still talks to the birds, And she finds that she wishes they didn't try so hard to grow... For when children grow up, that's when Mary Poppins must go.
Uhura was often regarded as part of the setting, She did her job well, and the men paid her back by forgetting That she too went out where we'd not gone before, And they dreamed of the stars, but she wanted far more, Wanted spaceways and stardust and dreams under alien skies... She's the oracle priestess who speaks for the fair Enterprise.
Morgan le Fey did no wrong beyond being undaunted By fences constructed between her and all that she wanted... Her bastard half-brother was handed it all By those who believed that he never could fall But she would not lie down and behave as they told her do. Now they say she's a villain and no one knows whether that's true.
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April 8 2011, 16:52:05 UTC 6 years ago
June 20 2011, 18:55:16 UTC 6 years ago
No penned-away princess, no maiden best kept in a tower,
And she pined and she wept when they took her away
To place where her heart never wanted to stay,
But she healed those around her with love, and they carried her home,
The child of the Alps, who would never more venture to roam.
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April 8 2011, 16:53:37 UTC 6 years ago
Or if you prefer, Donna Noble.
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April 8 2011, 16:53:57 UTC 6 years ago
Oooo, I wanted them to pick Angela Bassett to play Storm in the X-men movies sooooo badly.
April 8 2011, 17:04:14 UTC 6 years ago
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In case you're curious:
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April 8 2011, 17:01:34 UTC 6 years ago
Ok, she might not be eligible since she's 3/4 folklore and 1/4 real, but she's still friggin' cool... Baudicca.
(alternate offering if the warrior queen is denied, Brunhilde)
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June 20 2011, 18:40:11 UTC 6 years ago
Rewriting the world to leave legend and fable unspoken.
Robin and Pris were the daughters of fire,
Who burned and unmade, making lies of desire,
And they all of them turned down the sword for the file and the page,
For the power of kings is in knowing the strength of the sage.
April 8 2011, 17:05:52 UTC 6 years ago
Or Janet from Pamela Dean's Tam Lin, I blame that book for some of my going into Classics.
June 16 2011, 19:27:33 UTC 6 years ago
Yay!
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June 20 2011, 18:25:25 UTC 6 years ago
A prisoner claimed without trial, who could not be acquitted,
For they needed the tools that she held in her mind,
And they left all she used to be tangled and twined
Into spiral-shard shatters and fragments of what used to be...
Now she runs like a river, but River can never be free.
April 8 2011, 17:06:44 UTC 6 years ago
June 21 2011, 15:54:47 UTC 6 years ago
A lady of breeding and grace and impeccable carriage.
Well, Lizzy was clever, and Lizzy was fair,
And Lizzy claimed stridently she didn't care
For the love of a man who would see her as less than his peer...
She was proud, he was blind, and the road to love never runs clear.
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If Luna's ineligible because you don't want to spoil your own books, Kaylee.
(Edited to change 2nd choice if Luna ineligible because someone already made request for 1st alternate suggestion while I was commenting)
June 17 2011, 18:11:46 UTC 6 years ago
The Duchess of Shadows, the fox-woman down in the garden...
But she came to this place through the dark, through the trees,
Where betrayal was whispered by even the breeze,
And she knows she's been broken, she knows there are pieces she lacks,
And she prays by the light of her candle she's hidden her tracks.
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Long-belated thanks ...
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April 8 2011, 17:10:09 UTC 6 years ago
Am I really the first to mention Pippi Longstocking?
Why, yes. Yes, I believe I am.
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They say that the motives of heroes leave lesser men guessing.
Well, Vel never asked to be noble or bold,
And she never agreed to do what she was told,
So they call her a villain for daring to go her own way...
She's the mistress of toys, and she never finds time now to play.
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June 16 2011, 20:59:04 UTC 6 years ago
There's sensibly flawed, but that wasn't enough for our Mary.
For she's gone with the wind and politely absurd,
And the only adult who still talks to the birds,
And she finds that she wishes they didn't try so hard to grow...
For when children grow up, that's when Mary Poppins must go.
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She did her job well, and the men paid her back by forgetting
That she too went out where we'd not gone before,
And they dreamed of the stars, but she wanted far more,
Wanted spaceways and stardust and dreams under alien skies...
She's the oracle priestess who speaks for the fair Enterprise.
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June 16 2011, 19:26:09 UTC 6 years ago
By fences constructed between her and all that she wanted...
Her bastard half-brother was handed it all
By those who believed that he never could fall
But she would not lie down and behave as they told her do.
Now they say she's a villain and no one knows whether that's true.
April 8 2011, 17:42:04 UTC 6 years ago
From The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland In A Ship Of Her Own Making
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