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SEVERUS MEETS PERKY: Diametrically opposite to [A Woman With A Dark Past], this tour matches everyone’s favorite taciturn Potions Master with a woman so ebullient that tourists may fear that the two will combust when they come in contact. Perky is "short" and "unconventional". She wears robes of eye-jarring shades of pink, yellow, blue, green, or all of them together. Her hair is a "nest of curls" and her face jovial. She wants to share her general state of happiness with the world and, since Perky is woman who "likes a challenge", her most concerted efforts will be directed at the one man in Hogwarts who could be described as unhappiness personified. Severus, in his turn, will be disconcerted by her attempts to break through his "uncommunicative façade", but also unwillingly charmed by her high-spirited tomfoolery. She "brings a breath of fresh air" into his dismal life. We don't really know what Perky gets from the exchange.
— Rugi and Gwena, Tough Guide to Harry Potter
He enjoyed the crying matches they got into when they watched Sailor Moon over and over again. He loved all of it, everything and anything— how she came into his life and sucked him up into a tornado with her thoughts, and spat him back out only when it was time to leave, leaving him dazed and confused and happy and joyful.
Noire was inquisitive, and kept him on his toes with her whirlwind of a mind, and he was so grateful that he could keep up with it. He wished he could do it every day for the rest of his life.
He wished he could spend the rest of his life with Noire.
Noire was inquisitive, and kept him on his toes with her whirlwind of a mind, and he was so grateful that he could keep up with it. He wished he could do it every day for the rest of his life.
He wished he could spend the rest of his life with Noire.
— sharks and sugar, a Miraculous Ladybug fic
, a Miraculous Ladybug fic Film
"Now, it isn't that I don't like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet I'm strangely drawn to you, but — well, there haven't been any quiet moments."
— David Huxley, Bringing Up Baby
"I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked-up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours."
— Clementine Kruczynski, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
"Helen, listen... Sometimes we are plonked into people's lives when they just need to be cheered up and reassured, and it turns out that for some reason it's your job. We don't know why. In your case it's my job."
— James, Sliding Doors
Literature
"Oh, goodness," she said, "what if you do look like an awful lemon? I know you're not really, and I guess if you were always grinning away like I do, we'd just explode when we got together. You stay the way you are, Lije, and keep me from floating away."
And she kept Lije Baley from sinking down.
And she kept Lije Baley from sinking down.
Live-Action TV
"She's like one of those quirky girls from the movies. I saw her in the cafeteria trying to pay for lunch with a song."
— Annie, regarding Kat, Community
Music
"She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain!
She'll make you live her crazy life
but she'll take away your pain,
like a bullet to your brain! (Come on!)"
She'll make you live her crazy life
but she'll take away your pain,
like a bullet to your brain! (Come on!)"
— Ricky Martin, "Livin' La Vida Loca"
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She talks kinda lazy
And people say she she's crazy
And her life's a mystery
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She talks kinda lazy
And people say she she's crazy
And her life's a mystery
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
— Edison Lighthouse, "Love Grows"
Hey street boy, what's your style?
Your dead-end dreams don't make you smile
I'll give ya somethin' to live for
Have ya and grab ya, 'til you're sore!
Your dead-end dreams don't make you smile
I'll give ya somethin' to live for
Have ya and grab ya, 'til you're sore!
— The Runaways, "Cherry Bomb"
She runs through the night
As if nobody cares
She screams and she cries
And ignores all the stares
She wants me to come
But I'm never going there
As if nobody cares
She screams and she cries
And ignores all the stares
She wants me to come
But I'm never going there
— Guided by Voices, "Gold Heart Mountaintop Queen Directory"
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said, "Take my hand,
"Live while you can
"Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?"
He said, "Take my hand,
"Live while you can
"Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?"
— Vanessa Carlton, "Ordinary Day"
Oh boy, do you ever get bored
Getting all you want and more
What you need is someone like you
Who's gonna blow your pretty world in two
I watch you play around
But that don't bother me
'm not in a rush cos
I can see
That a boy like you
Needs a crazy girl like me.
Getting all you want and more
What you need is someone like you
Who's gonna blow your pretty world in two
I watch you play around
But that don't bother me
'm not in a rush cos
I can see
That a boy like you
Needs a crazy girl like me.
— S Club 7, "Boy Like You"
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
— Leonard Cohen, "Suzanne" - Songs of Leonard Cohen
Beware of young girls who come to the door
Wistful and pale, of twenty-and-four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands...
Beware of young girls, too often they crave
To cry at a wedding or dance on a grave...
Wistful and pale, of twenty-and-four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands...
Beware of young girls, too often they crave
To cry at a wedding or dance on a grave...
— Dory Previn, "Beware of Young Girls"
Once upon a time there was a girl
You wouldn't really call her typical
Had her own definition of cool
She lived in her own world
She had her own style, her own rules
She played along like it was usual
Nobody really even knew her name
To her life was one big game
You wouldn't really call her typical
Had her own definition of cool
She lived in her own world
She had her own style, her own rules
She played along like it was usual
Nobody really even knew her name
To her life was one big game
— Skye Sweetnam, "Sharada"
Theatre
"I was feeling lower than low — hopeless — and suddenly a miracle happened... This girl — she wasn't in the office more than a coupla minutes — tipped me off on this job — and I got it. She was a blonde, pretty, about five-foot-six, big brown eyes—"
— Dr. Kitchell, not the only man in Bells Are Ringing to whom Ella Peterson happened
Web Videos
Sketchbook: I use my hair to express myself.
Red Guy: That sounds really boring.
Sketchbook: [annoyed] I use my hair to express myself.
Red Guy: That sounds really boring.
Sketchbook: [annoyed] I use my hair to express myself.
— Don't Hug Me I'm Scarednote
Archer: Ever heard of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl?
Kuzuki: You can't be saying that Medea is a—
Archer: You are a Manic Pixie Dream Girl! Medea unknowingly needs you to push her pursuit of her own happiness, and in doing so, you enable her to not graduate beyond her own immaturity and biases. You abandoned your own pursuit of happiness so she could be happy. You may not be manic, you may not be a pixie, you may not be a girl, but you, Souichirou Kuzuki, are a Manic Pixie Dream Girl in a suit and dress shoes.
Kuzuki: You can't be saying that Medea is a—
Archer: You are a Manic Pixie Dream Girl! Medea unknowingly needs you to push her pursuit of her own happiness, and in doing so, you enable her to not graduate beyond her own immaturity and biases. You abandoned your own pursuit of happiness so she could be happy. You may not be manic, you may not be a pixie, you may not be a girl, but you, Souichirou Kuzuki, are a Manic Pixie Dream Girl in a suit and dress shoes.
Western Animation
Steve: I just realized, I don't know your name.
Girl: I could tell you my name, but would my name tell you that I'm incapable of seeing the color orange? [takes out an orange] I just have to trust people who give me these. Or that I think moustaches are T-shirts for lips? Or that I wear ice skates to weddings? It's hard to dance. But that's just the type of person I am.
Steve: ... I'm Steve. I'm the kind of guy who drives cross country to take his friend to his old man's funeral, then gives it all up when he finds his Manic Pixie Dream Girl along the way.
Girl: ... Wait a minute, you blew off your grieving friend to hang out in a hot tub with a complete stranger?
Girl: I could tell you my name, but would my name tell you that I'm incapable of seeing the color orange? [takes out an orange] I just have to trust people who give me these. Or that I think moustaches are T-shirts for lips? Or that I wear ice skates to weddings? It's hard to dance. But that's just the type of person I am.
Steve: ... I'm Steve. I'm the kind of guy who drives cross country to take his friend to his old man's funeral, then gives it all up when he finds his Manic Pixie Dream Girl along the way.
Girl: ... Wait a minute, you blew off your grieving friend to hang out in a hot tub with a complete stranger?
Real Life
She tap-dances. She lies, puckishly. She emcees somber hamster funerals. She introduces strangers to her blankie. She figure-skates in a crushed-velvet alligator costume. She wears an epilepsy helmet just long enough to facilitate a wise and bittersweet moment and then never wears it again. She walks over to her record player and opens the lid but doesn't put a record on just to make VERY SURE you know she has one.
— Lindy West on Garden State
on Garden StateAs always, the Emmys were a snore-filled snooze fest last night, but luckily there was a brightly shining stoned star who guided us safely through that never-ending mess. The second Sarah "Human Cloud of Weed Smoke" Silverman arrived, I knew everything was going to be alright.
— Michael K., "Sarah Silverman Was Probably (Read: Definitely) High As Hell At The Emmys"
, "Sarah Silverman Was Probably (Read: Definitely) High As Hell At The Emmys"Perhaps Carter felt that Reyes was coming across as a little too spaced out but the "I feel energies" angle was dropped when she became a regular. A shame, because I rather like the idea of somebody a little kooky working in the X-Files office. I don’t really buy the criticism that Reyes is a forced eccentric, a character constructed out of idiosyncratic ticks and quirks…at least until she started to imitate whale song. At that point I thought she might have gone insane.
Loved too much to ever be hurt, knowing she can get away with anything, well aware of our gaze, Jo smiles and goes about her business. The Doctor grasps her hand, stares adoringly at his companion, and they run off from whatever monster is chasing them this week, she having the time of her life, he deludedly thinking he's actually in charge here and that he exists for something other than her pleasure.
— Dr. El Sandifer on Jo Grant
on Jo GrantLois likes something weird! That’s kind of like characterization, right?
We should really be shaming the men who put the MPDG on a pedestal to avoid having to really love her for who she is.
— Akilah Hughes, Being A Manic Pixie Dream Girl is Not A Bad Thing
