Six Plays by Alan Bennett: Doris and Doreen (1.2, LWT, 1978)

"I still wonder about Mrs. Henstridge. She did have a daughter, doesn't she? She was in an accident. Or did she get married? I know the hat came round."

"They wouldn't send the hat round for a daughter, her daughter never worked here."

"They send the hat round for famine victims, and they don't work here."

"They send the hat round for all sorts these days. I hope they send the hat round for me when my time comes. If it isn't a wedding, it's a famine. Earthquakes practically twice a week these days. Never stops. Ethiopia, what have we got to do with Ethiopia?"

"I just have this feeling I chipped in for a spread."

Hi is it okay if you write a story about baby branch and Floyd

It sure is 😊

Remember (a Trolls fanfic)

Dear Diary,

It’s been a pretty quiet evening at home so far, and I guess there’s a few reasons for that. For one, I guess it’s no secret that I’m the quietest among my brothers (they say I should assert myself more, but I find that I can’t - it’s just the way I am 0.0). Also, my older brothers aren’t here at the moment, and the bro that IS here is sleeping on my lap (it’s a little hard to write right now, but I can manage). I’m guessing you’re probably wondering where exactly my older brothers are. Well, John Dory is out running some errands with Grandma, so they’re hitting the grocery store and a few other places (plus, JD DID say he was going to try and get supplies for some new costume ideas he has planned for us and our band, BroZone).

Spruce is out on a date. He ran another one of his competitions, and the winner this time around is a girl named Doreen. I’ve seen her around town a bit, and she seemed very excited to be able to be with him. As for Spruce… I don’t think I could really say the same :( But, regardless, they were heading out to Senior Frosty’s. A lot of us like to go down there for some sweet treats (personally, I think Grandma’s stuff is the best, but they’re okay too ^_^). Spruce’s favorite is the Tropical Sunset sundae, which is an ice cream that I think is made from vanilla, with some kind of fruity syrup and chunks of pineapple on top. It sounds pretty tasty, but my personal preference is the strawberry delight (an underrated flavor, but delicious nonetheless!)

Clay headed off to another one of his sad-book club meetings. He’s sorta told me about them before, but I’m a little nervous to go to one, if I’m being honest. If it’s about sad books like he says, I’m probably gonna be in tears the whole time! I guess I’ll just have to make sure that I pack a lot of tissues when I do get the chance to accompany him :)

That leaves me and Branch, like I mentioned before. We had some fun with all kinds of activities around the house.

We frosted some sugar cookies that Grandma had baked earlier in the day (Branch got a little messy with the decorating, but he didn’t mind). We played some games (the usual - hide-and-seek, tag… freeze tag) and sang some of our band’s songs together. I’m very proud of him. Even though he’s only a couple years old, he’s got a great falsetto going. Golden! I can tell he’s going to be an amazing singer one day, and I can’t wait for him to start performing with us. John Dory thinks he’s ready, too. A few days ago, he actually suggested that we should start arranging for our first tour. Spruce and Clay agreed, and it’s going to be so exciting!

As Floyd tapped his pencil to his chin, pondering what to write down next, the light weight on his lap began to shift. He immediately put his journal down, and watched admiringly as Branch cutely yawned and stretched.

“Hey, Branch,” he cooed softly, stroking his brother’s delicate little cheek. “Did you have a good nap?”

The baby blinked up at him, rubbing the sleep out of his large blue eyes and grinning his sweet little one-toothed grin. “Uh-huh!”

Floyd chuckled and ruffled his rich blue hair. “That’s good.”

“What did you do, Floyd?” the small Troll asked curiously.

“Oh, I was just writing in my journal,” he said, showing him the book that he’d placed at his side.

“Ohhh,” Branch mused, cocking his head. “Can I see it?”

“Sure thing,” Floyd replied fondly, opening it up and allowing Branch to flip through the pages.

“I write all kinds of things in here,” the magenta-haired Troll explained while the baby stared in wonder. “Ideas, stories, wishes… but do you know what my favorite thing to write about is?”

“What?” Branch asked, his eyes twinkling with interest.

“All the stuff I do with you, and our brothers.”

“Wow! Really?”

“Definitely,” Floyd answered. “That way, when we want to remember something special, it’ll all be right here.” He gave him a little side hug that Branch happily leaned into with a giggle. Then, the little blue Trolling thought of something else.

“Do you write songs in there, too?”

Floyd nodded. “Yeah, I do.” Then he smirked. “But you know, I’ve been having a little trouble trying to finish the one I’ve been working on. Do you want to help me?”

His baby brother’s face lit up. “Yeah!”

And, as he and Branch made another cherished memory - harmonizing together and creating wonderful new melodies - Floyd made sure to recall every little detail of their experience so, in that way, he could notate it in his journal for them to always remember.

Each one of the brozone siblings had a nickname from

(grandma RosiePuff / mother (name) /father (name))

1- John Dory 

G: dear /Johnny/John Dory

M: sweetie / big man / John/John Dory 

F: Dory / Jonathan doreen /John Dory 

2-Bruce

G : handsome boy / Sprucey/Spruce

M : super / lavender / sweet pea/spruce

F: spousal /……..lav/Spruce

3- clay

G : lemon / bolt / clayly /clay

M: lime juice / cl / lemonade /clay

F : lemon / clay

4-Floyd

G: strawberry / fufu /Floyd

M: rose petal / foy/ Floyd

F : fuFu / Floyd

5- branch

G : Branche / sweet pie /branch

M:?????

F:??????

(as I mentioned before that branch hatched after they died (eaten ) in three days )



Slightly changed common forenames

Aaron Ada Adam Adrian Adrienne Agnes Alan Albert Alberta Alberto Alex Alexander Alexandra Alexis Alfred Alfredo Alice Alicia Alison Allan Allen Allison Alma Alvin Alyssa Amanda Amber Amelia Amy Ana Andre Andrea Andrew Andy Angel Angela Angelica Angelina Angie Anita Ann Anna Anne Annette Annie Antoinette Antonia Antonio Antóny April Arlene Armando Arnold Artúr Ashley Audrey Barbara Barry Beatrice Becky Belinda Ben Benjamin Bernadette Bernard Bernice Bertá Bessie Beth Betsy Betty Betány Beulah Beverly Bill Billie Billy Blanca Blancé Bob Bobbie Bobby Bonnie Brad Bradley Brandi Brandon Brandy Brenda Brent Brett Brian Bridget Brittany Brooke Bruce Bryan Byron Calvin Camille Candace Candice Carl Carla Carlos Carmen Carol Carole Caroline Carolyn Carrie Casey Cassandra Cathy Catérine Cecelia Cecil Cecilia Celia Chris Christian Christie Christina Christine Christopér Christy Cindy Claire Clara Clarence Claude Claudia Clayton Clifford Clifton Clinton Clyde Cody Colleen Connie Constance Cora Corey Cory Courtney Craig Cristina Crystal Curtis Cyntûa Cád Cárlene Cárles Cárlie Cárlotte Célsea Céryl Céster Daisy Dale Dan Dana Daniel Danielle Danny Darla Darlene Darrell Darren Darryl Daryl Dave David Dawn Dean Deanna Debbie Deborah Debra Delia Della Delores Denise Dennis Derek Derrick Desiree Diana Diane Dianna Dianne Dixie Dolores Don Donald Donna Dora Doreen Doris Dorothy Douglas Duane Dustin Dwayne Dwight Earl Ebony Eddie Edgar Edith Edna Eduardo Edward Edwin Eileen Elaine Eleanor Elena Elisa Elizabeth Ella Ellen Elmer Eloise Elsa Elsie Elvira Emily Emma Enrique Eric Erica Erik Erika Erin Erma Ernest Ernestine Essie Estelle Estér Etél Eugene Eula Eunice Eva Evelyn Everett Faith Fannie Faye Felicia Felix Fernando Flora Florence Floyd Frances Francis Francisco Frank Franklin Fred Freda Freddie Frederick Gabriel Gail Gary Gayle Gene Geneva Genevieve George Georgia Gerald Geraldine Gertrude Gilbert Gina Ginger Gladys Glen Glenda Glenn Gloria Gordon Grace Greg Gregory Gretcén Guadalupe Guy Gwen Gwendolyn Ian Ida Inez Irene Iris Irma Isaac Isabel Ivan Jack Jackie Jacob Jacqueline Jacquelyn Jaime James Jamie Jan Jana Jane Janet Janice Janie Janis Jared Jasmine Jason Javier Jay Jean Jeanette Jeanne Jeannette Jeannie Jeff Jeffery Jeffrey Jenna Jennie Jennifer Jenny Jeremy Jerome Jerry Jesse Jessica Jessie Jesus Jill Jim Jimmie Jimmy Jo Joan Joann Joanna Joanne Jodi Jody Joe Joel John Johnnie Johnny Jon Jonatán Jordan Jorge Jose Josefina Joseph Josepûne Josúa Joy Joyce Joánna Juan Juana Juanita Judith Judy Julia Julian Julie Julio June Justin Kara Karen Kari Karl Karla Kate Kathleen Kathryn Kathy Katie Katrina Katérine Kay Kayla Keith Kelley Kelli Kellie Kelly Ken Kendra Kenneth Kent Kerry Kevin Kim Kimberly Kirk Krista Kristen Kristi Kristie Kristin Kristina Kristine Kristy Krystal Kurt Kyle Lana Lance Larry Latoya Laura Lauren Laurie Laverne Lawrence Leah Lee Leigh Lela Lena Leo Leon Leona Leonard Leroy Leslie Lester Leticia Lewis Lila Lillian Lillie Linda Lindsay Lindsey Lisa Lloyd Lois Lola Lonnie Lora Lorena Lorene Loretta Lori Lorraine Louis Louise Lucia Lucille Lucy Luis Lula Luz Lydia Lynda Lynette Lynn Lynne Mabel Mable Madeline Mae Maggie Mamie Mandy Manuel Marc Marcella Marcia Marcus Margaret Margarita Margie Marguerite Maria Marian Marianne Marie Marilyn Mario Marion Marjorie Mark Marlene Marsá Marsáll Marta Martin Martá Marvin Mary Maryann Mattie Mattéw Matéw Maureen Maurice Max Maxine May Megan Megán Melanie Melba Melinda Melissa Melody Melvin Mercedes Meredith Micáel Micéal Micéle Micélle Miguel Mike Mildred Milton Mindy Minnie Miranda Miriam Misty Mitcéll Molly Mona Monica Monique Morris Muriel Myra Myrtle

Nadine Nancy Naomi Natalie Natasá Natán Natániel Neil Nellie Nelson Nettie Nicole Nicólas Nicóle Nina Nora Norma Norman Olga Olive Olivia Ollie Opal Ora Oscar Pam Pamela Pat Patricia Patrick Patsy Patti Patty Paul Paula Paulette Pauline Pearl Pedro Peggy Penny Perry Peter Phyllis Priscilla Pûlip Pûllip Racáel Racél Rafael Ralph Ramon Ramona Randall Randy Raquel Raul Ray Raymond Rebecca Regina Reginald Rene Renee Ricardo Rick Ricky Ricárd Rita Robert Roberta Roberto Robin Robyn Rocélle Rodney Roger Roland Ron Ronald Ronnie Rosa Rosalie Rose Rosemarie Rosemary Rosie Ross Roxanne Roy Ruben Ruby Russell Ruth Ryan Rónda Sabrina Sadie Sally Salvador Sam Samantá Samuel Sandra Sandy Sara Sarah Scott Sean Sergio Seth Sidney Silvia Sonia Sonja Sonya Sopûa Sopûe Stacey Stacy Stanley Stella Stepánie Stepén Steve Steven Sue Susan Susie Suzanne Sylvia Sáne Sánnon Sári Sáron Sáwn Sáwna Séila Sélia Sélley Sélly Séri Sérri Sérry Séryl Sûrley Tabitá Tamara Tami Tammy Tanya Tara Tasá Ted Teresa Teri Terrance Terrence Terri Terry Tiffany Tim Timothy Tina Todd Tom Tommy Toni Tony Tonya Tracey Traci Tracy Travis Tricia Troy Tyler Tyrone Télma Téodore Téresa Tómas Valerie Vanessa Velma Vera Verna Vernon Veronica Vicki Vickie Vicky Victor Victoria Vincent Viola Violet Virgil Virginia Vivian Wade Wallace Walter Wanda Warren Wayne Wendy Wesley Willard William Willie Wilma Winifred Wûtney Yolanda Yvette Yvonne Zacáry Ánnah Árold Árriet Árry Árvey Áttie Ázel Éatér Éctor Éidi Élen Énrietta Énry Érbert Érman Ólly Ópe Óward Úgh Ûlda

Nathan and Seth:

3. a headcanon that canon doesn't disprove

Skwisgaar and Doreen McClean

7. a pre-canon headcanon

8. a post-canon headcanon

Dealer's Choice

18. favorite should have been canon relationship

Nathan: I'd argue that the canon actually proves that he's autistic, but since it's not confirmed in the show I suppose it's still a headcanon.

Seth: That man is genuinely in love with his wife.

Skwisgaar: He was celebrated as a child prodigy in his hometown, but his mother never heard him play. She was always too "busy" to attend his recitals.

Dory: She met her lawyer husband when she was getting her name changed. He wasn't working with her directly, but they ran into each other at the firm.

Dealer's Choice:

I can't put my own bias aside. Magnus and Charles being bitter exes would have been great.

supernatural shows

the last of us

name: naila el shafei ship: joel miller faceclaim: may calamawy summary: Naila El Shafei was 19 when the apocalypse started. She'd had hope in the beginning, of good things coming, of community, but years passed and nothing good came. 20 years later, Naila is living alone, far from the QZs after being left by her girlfriend. She comes across Joel and Ellie in Boston and offers them food in return for letting her come along with them.

stranger things

name: florence ‘flora’ dean ship: eddie munson faceclaim: havana rose liu summary: After demogorgon, demodogs, and starcourt ‘burning down’, Flora isn’t so naive as to think her life will go back to normal in Hawkins. Still, she picks up her old job at Palace Arcade and starts off her senior year. Then ‘good old Hawkins’ falls back into upside-down madness when Chrissy Cunningham dies and Eddie Munson, Flora’s friend-and-definitely-not-crush, is blamed. She allows herself a moment of naivety, a small hope that they’ll all get out of this as they have done in the past. That’s not how it ends up and she curses the thoughts as Eddie dies in her arms. Secretly, after her leg heals enough, she heads back into the upside-down with hopes of bringing Eddie’s body back. Instead, she finds the spot where she left him empty.

[ fics / here ]

name: doreen ‘dori’ henderson ship: eleven faceclaim: peyton kennedy summary: Dori Henderson was a bit of a loner. She didn’t have the group of friends her twin brother did and after her best friend Lenny Cameron got popular with ‘it crew’ of Hawkins’ middle school, she was even more alone. The definitive target of Hawkins middle’s bullies - and Lenny’s new besties - Lori Miller and Tricia Allan, she worried about the chance of her deepest secret being exposed. A lesbian in a small town, she keeps her head down and tries her hardest not to stare too closely at the pretty pretty girls in her classes. That is, until, Mike Wheeler discovers a girl in the woods the same night Will goes missing. Eleven is like nobody Dori has ever met and Dori trips head over heels immediately and the feeling only grows the more El is around; it’s just a shame she’s so caught up with Mike and Dori is left to pine in secret alongside Will Byers and his infatuation for his best friend - or, at least, that’s the plan until Dori proposes they ‘fake date’ to get Mike and El’s respective attention.

wednesday

name: khioniya ‘niya’ moorcroft ship: wednesday addams species: slavic vampire faceclaim: bailey bass summary: Khioniya Moorcroft, the ‘popular’ girl but without the trademark clique backing her. She strolls the halls of Nevermore Academy with little more than acquaintances that refused to say why they would do what she asked of them. Even after these few school years, none of the student body knew much about the girl - but she seemed to somehow know a lot about all of them. Pointedly disinterested in all of her fellow students, that all changes when Wednesday Addams shows up at Nevermore. And from then on, Niya seems to leave her shell - or ‘chrysalis’, Wednesday would say, though she wouldn’t explain whatever the ‘joke’ was that made Niya’s lips twist so coyly.

[ fics / here ]

buffy the vampire slayer

name: miranda ‘milly’ chase ship: spike, briefly faith lehane abilities: death-precog psychic faceclaim: alba baptista summary: The half-sister of one Cordelia Chase, Milly's entire life has been a well-kept secret. Put forth as 'twins' to the public of Sunnydale, Milly was often seen as the less popular, the less pretty, the other Chase. She skirted by on her sister's popularity, even becoming a cheerleader when she'd rather be in the photography club. Her life becomes more complicated when she befriends new girl, Buffy Summers. And then even more complicated again when she starts developing feelings for a vampire who'd tried to kill them all at least once. The dreams of deaths that come true? Well, that's another secret all her own.

supernatural

name: kaitlin ‘kat’ singer ship: dean winchester faceclaim: loey lane summary: ‘The Sunset Journals’ were supposed to be nothing more than a pastime; a collection of online entries about her hunts. When it started picking up traction though, Kat Singer assumed she could at least inform people of how to protect themselves - even if it seemed most people seemed to think they were fake stories. Between up-keep of her entries was her actual job: hunting. Since becoming a hunter at 20, she quickly found herself specializing in hauntings; from houses, dolls, and artwork to whatever else a ghost could attach itself to and cause harm. It’s on one of these ghost hunts that she runs into the Winchester brothers … for the first time in almost six years - and if old feelings happened to start coming back for Dean, that was nobody’s business but her own.

name: jude winchester ship: jo harvelle faceclaim: kristen stewart summary: Jude Winchester is daddy’s little disappointment 2.0. She only finds this out when she meets disappointment numero uno, her older half-brother Dean Winchester, and his (and her) along-for-the-ride brother, Sam. None of the three are happy about this fact. Getting hauled along with her annoying-ass half-brothers wasn’t her initial plan, but if she gets to finally track down her deadbeat dad and give him a peace of her mind, so be it then.

teen wolf

name: wila charoensuk ship: cora hale (3a), stiles (3b-?), scott mccall (??) species: werecat (spotted leopard) faceclaim: kitty chicha amatayakul summary: Moving to beacon hills in 2010 wasn’t exactly in Wila’s plan, but she couldn’t stay at her old school after the stunt she’d pulled. That school had been her third in five years. She’d acted out as a kid, but even more so after being bitten by her mother at 11, subsequently taken in by her aunt and uncle, and then finding out her mother was killed; all within two months. She wasn’t following those two boys from school into the woods, rather she, too, wanted to see half a dead body. When one of those same boys, so-called ‘Scott McCall’, comes to school the next day, reeking of wolf smell and seemingly stronger and faster, her interest is piqued. Everything just goes to madness after that. Turns out, there’s more than just werewolves and were-whatevers in the world and they’re all converging on beacon hills.

name: brenna rafferty ship: raquel mccall (oc) species: selkie faceclaim: shannon berry summary: Arethusa always warned her daughter to keep her selkie skin close to her and never out of her sight when she was on land. Brenna was a curious girl though, especially when it came to the world above the water. It’s only for a moment, when she’s distracted by some flittery thing her mother had once called a ‘butterfly’, that she feels hands on her discarded seal skin. As simple and terrible as that, Brenna cannot return to her watery home or her mother. ‘Wife’, that is what the man - Blake - insists she will be, once she is ‘a little older’. He drags her from town to town, away from the eyes of those who pry to closely, away from those who could rescue her. Beacon Hills is something new though, she knows this as soon as she smells the wolf - just like the were-packs she once shared shores with - on her new classmates.

name: raquel mccall ship: brenna rafferty (oc) species: werewolf (beta) faceclaim: paulina chavez summary: Raquel McCall is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, a mystery that nobody else seems to think exists. When Brenna Rafferty moves to beacon hills with her ‘foster father’ Blake Peters, Raquel gets bad feeling. The new girl claims to not be able to swim, but Raquel can smell river and rain on her, can see how she stares longingly towards the school pool when she sits out during pe class. When Raquel snoops around outside their house late in the night, she can hear someone weeping inside. Peering through a window, she watches Blake lock away some shawl of smooth fur that, even through the glass, smell distinctly like Brenna.

percy jackson

name: korinna ‘kori’ bato ship: tbd godly parent: dionysus faceclaim: ella jay basco summary: Kori Bato was claimed as Dionysus’ child, the youngest of his at camp half-blood under Castor and Pollux. A year-round occupant at the camp, she’s looking for any reason to get back out into the real world and actually do something; there’s only so much training and rounds of capture-the-flag a girl can take. Well, playing tag-a-long with a trio of wannabe heroes will work just fine. Shame this ‘quest’ business isn’t turning out as fun as she thought it would be.

good omens

name: penemue ship: mallory (oc) species: angel faceclaim: josefine pettersen summary: To say the angel - Penemue, no last name needed nor wanted - struggled on earth was to say the very least about her. Between teaching humankind to read and write and being invoked to cure their harshest stupidities, she had her hands quite full. And yet, she far preferred earth to heaven. Or hell for that matter. Not that she ever had any intention of visiting hell, not in her eternity. Earth for all it’s odds, at least had good music and sweet fruits and delightful books and it had, well … it had Aziraphale. It, too, unfortunately, had Crowley. She had thought the absolute worst happened when her first love, Mallory, was murdered, leaving Penemue with only a carcanet to remember her by. And yet, here and now, she learnt that Aziraphale and Crowley had misplaced the antichrist with only few days to spare before Armageddon.

Hauntology week 13? shadow of the absent body

This week in Hauntology, we watched Judith Butler make an argument about Doris Salcedo's exhibit Shadow of the Absent Body. Butler begins the talk by discussing how there is a difference between "counting the dead" and "making the dead count". Individuals who have suffered violent deaths in genocides are often "summed" up as death tolls. But the value of life is incalculable and counting does not equal morning. Butler lets us know that justice is the measure of the incalculable. Salcedo's art is and is not, the body, the violence and the memorial.

One of the exhibits within Shadows of the Absent Body features blouses. The blouses are constructed of needles/ sharp objects. The empty form of the blouses point to the absent body. They become animated this way. They are haunting distortions of the ordinary. Salcedo begins most of her works from nothing. She relates to the victims she memorializes through her artistic process. These victims are stripped of everything. Often even their lives. Salcedo and her team painstakingly create their work with no templates.

Butler ends their speech by saying, "The object bear the untellable, the incalculable, in material form. They obstruct oblivion and bear it's force.". <- god damn. These objects that Salcedo has created establish grievability where governments have failed.

How does Salcedo's work relate to my own? yikes. Ill let you know when Judith Butler can talk about my work for 90 minutes. But for real - how privileged am I to not have to make this sort of work. I watched an interview with Salcedo where someone asked how she can manage the grief that she must encounter in her work. Salcedo responded by saying that she does not manage it. Managing it implies putting it aside. She puts it in the center of her life. Otherwise would feel immoral, to Salcedo. She says that if we were all paying attention, then these things would not be happening. These artists (I can name Doreen Garner in this moment) who do "heavy" work impress me so much. What can I offer in the context of this immeasurable work and drive?

Heres a picture of my painting that i just cut up.

AAAAAND a pic of my dog in the studio cuz why not?

This Day in X-Project - May 14

Johnny Storm & Doreen Green's birthdays.

2015: Wade leaves Dori a $200.00 Visa gift card and two packages of every kind of nut available for purchase in various stores around New York City for her birthday. Operation: Big Trouble in Little Lowtown: Kevin posts to X-Force about a pair of mysterious robberies of very specific artifacts that they’re asked to look into by Christian Kane. Clint stops in at Hooligan's on the off chance that Billy might show up, and he does. Wade and Megan meet in the garage. Angel and Rachel catch up with each other in the Danger Room.

2016: At the local drive in theater Molly and Rogue eat a lot of food. Bad pickup lines, public lewdness, and shoes make for a perfect Saturday for Clarice. Meggan makes a journal entry saying goodbye to everyone on behalf of Korvus. Jean-Phillipe makes a journal entry about the American coverage of Eurovision. Endangered Species: Miles and Bobby show Rahne, Nica, and Amara around Manhattan, but their trip is stopped short; mecha-suited Rhino, Beetle, and Vulture arrive, and Spider-Man and Generation X come to the rescue; Spider-Man takes the Rhino one on one; Nica and Bobby battle the Vulture; Rahne and Amara stop the Beetle; The battle is won, but Generation X is not happy to learn who their secret ally actually is; Miles apologises to Nica and Bobby for keeping his superhero life a secret. Logan makes a journal entry about being glad he doesn’t travel often with the new TSA stuff.

2017: Kurt finds Topaz coming back from a run, and the two chat. Kitty posts about Mother’s Day. Case File: Cat Scratch Fever: Sue and Lorna go to visit Randy Bush in jail, trying to find out more about his son, then visit his mother; Quentin, Alex, and Hope A. track down Collin’s friends; Alex posts about searching Central Park for Collin. Reed and Kurt meet outside and have an illuminating conversation.

2018: Jubilee ponders nail polish colours. Topaz and Clint experiment on the ways magic interacts with technology. Natasha texts Clint about keeping an eye out for small comforts for the chapel. Johnny asks Sue about surfing possibilities. Generation X: Demon Bear: After studying the dagger from the bear incident at the school, Amanda consults with Sharon F., Topaz and Maya and the decision is made to take it to Maya’s grandfather for safekeeping.

2019:

2020:

2021:

2022: Emma is recommended to a new cosmetologist and asks that the mansion residents not speak of it again. Jean-Phillipe posts that he and his cousin will be hosting a viewing party for the Eurovision grand final. Marie-Ange announces that France scoring higher than Germany is a win for her.

2023: Darcy mentions falling into a research hole and coming out wanting to learn how to use a set of whips. Haller asks for a new mutant pickup in Boston; Quentin responds and drafts Darcy to come with him and Madin; Darcy texts Doug from the car, deeply unimpressed with her traveling companions; in Boston, the group meets Ben Russell/Shatterstar who is reluctant to come with them but ultimately agrees; Madin and Shatterstar talk powers and swords while waiting for Quentin to finish his X-Factor Investigations work in Boston. Alani texts Kyle about chicken garden plans.

The Sound of Music (1965)

Director - Robert Wise, Cinematography - Ted D. McCord

"You brought music back into the house. I had forgotten."

We met a part in therapy today that is represented by a door. Someone asked how they felt about the name Dorian (get it??) and was quite firmly told no. It's not Doreen, Doris or Adora, either. Just door part.

That was the only funny thing about the session. Because I was listening and heard how they feel about me. He's a fucking monster.

Deidre says I'm not. She says, quite proudly, that I'm our containerized and rejected self-hatred. As if that's better? 🤨

No one knew his name.

After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, there were stories of an unknown black sailor “who stood on the hot decks of his battleship and directed the fighting.” "This mess attendant, 'who never before had fired a gun,' the story went, 'manned a machine gun on the bridge until his ammunition was exhausted,'" according to Navy Times. Even after the Navy released its list of commendations for heroism at Pearl Harbor, the black sailor still was unnamed. But, when the unnamed sailor's mother heard the news of the black hero at Pearl Harbor, she knew right away, saying “That’s got to be [my son] they talking about.” T. Michael Parrish, a historian and professor at Baylor University in Waco, Texas, said: "The Navy did not even want to release his name. But the African American press, particularly the Pittsburgh Courier, got a hold of it and went to members of Congress who depended upon black votes in the North to put pressure on the Navy Department to release [his] name." Today, 78 years later, the name of that unknown black sailor will now grace a $12.5 billion aircraft carrier in his honor. "In a Martin Luther King Day Jr. ceremony last month at Pearl Harbor . . . Acting Navy Secretary Thomas Modly announced that a future . . . aircraft carrier will bear [the name of Doris Miller]," according to NBC News. "The U.S. Navy named an aircraft carrier in honor of an African American for the first time," according to USA Today. The Peace Page, since it first began, has shared several stories about Doris Miller, most notably how he never received the Medal of Honor, but this is a new chapter in his story and we are glad to share it during Black History Month. "Miller, known to many as 'Dorie,' was born on October 12, 1919, during the darkest days of the lynching epidemic that blighted the South in the 20th century’s first decades. Only three years before Miller was born, his hometown of Waco became the scene of one of the most brutal lynchings on record when 17-year-old Jesse Washington was burned alive on the lawn of the city hall," according to Navy Times. As previously shared on the Peace Page, after dropping out of high school to help support his family, he joined the U.S. Navy at the age of 19 when he couldn't find work. According to the Navy Times, "At that time, black men serving in the Navy were not only ineligible for promotion, they were consigned to the lowly messman branch, where they were tasked with making the beds and shining the shoes of their white officers and waiting on them in the officers’ mess." "As one of Miller’s fellow messmen said, they were merely 'seagoing bellhops, chambermaids, and dishwashers.' "By regulation, they could not be trained in or assigned to any other specialty, such as signals, engineering, or gunnery. Their battle station was below decks in the 'hole' or magazine, where they passed ammunition up to the gunners. "They were not even allowed to wear buttons marked with the Navy’s insignia, an anchor entwined with a chain, and had to wear plain buttons instead. "Miller himself stated that 'when the Japanese bombers attacked my ship at Pearl Harbor I forgot all about the fact that I and other Negroes can be only messmen in the Navy and are not taught how to man an antiaircraft gun.'" Acting Navy Secretary Thomas Modly said last month that Miller "had just finished serving breakfast . . . All African Americans were below deck, assigned as cooks or personal servants to white officers." "The Navy relegated black sailors to the worst kinds of duty, the lowest grades and the least respected. They were relegated to the kitchens, to cleaning and swabbing the deck, to being abused and mistreated," according to Parrish, who is also co-author of "Doris Miller, Pearl Harbor, and the Birth of the Civil Rights Movement.” "Doris Miller was the son of a sharecropper and a descendant of slaves," Modly said at the ceremony at Pearl Harbor. "He was not given the same opportunities that men of a different color were given to serve this country. But on Dec. 7, 1941, he would not be defined by the prejudice of other people." After manning the gun that fateful day, Miller also helped move injured sailors off the ship and to safety," according to NBC News. "Modly, who stressed the racism black sailors faced at the time in the country and in the Navy, said: 'When the order came to abandon the ship, he stayed and helped. He was one of the last three sailors to leave the USS West Virginia.'" Although bills were introduced to award Miller the Medal of Honor, "the Chairman of Naval Affairs, averred that Miller’s deeds were not deserving of the nation’s highest award for valor," according to Navy Times. Miller instead received the Navy Cross — at the time, the third-highest Navy award for gallantry during combat. It was the first such medal ever awarded to a black sailor. "Both at the time and since, numerous historians and political leaders have argued that gallant as were the sacrifices of the 16 men — all of them white and most officers and petty officers — who were awarded the Medal of Honor for their actions that day, Dorie Miller’s exploits were at least of equal distinction, and all the more to be honored because of the oppressive racial stigma under which he performed so heroically," according to Navy Times. Tragically, Miller did not survive the war. Miller died just two years after his act of heroism, perishing with more than 645 other men aboard the USS Liscome Bay when it was struck by a Japanese torpedo in the Pacific in 1943. "Nearly 650 of the more than 900 sailors on board died when the ship sank, and Miller's body was never recovered," according to NPR. Miller was listed as “presumed dead” and after 365 days was reported as killed in action. "He was posthumously awarded a Purple Heart, among other honors." "Doris Miller’s death, however, was not in vain. The memory of his life has burned brightly as an example of how an underprivileged and oppressed young man from rural Texas can rise above poverty and racial discrimination — not only to display great courage, devotion, and patriotism, but to help alter the course of American history," according to writers Thomas W. Cutrer and T. Michael Parrish. "Doris Miller’s heroic actions at Pearl Harbor helped launch a revolution," according to Navy Times. In January 1944, less than two months after his death, the Navy opened a modest officer-training program at Camp Robert Smalls for black sailors, commissioning its first 13 black officers on March 17, 1944. "Miller’s heroism — and the legend it engendered — were directly responsible for helping to roll back the Navy’s policy of racial segregation and prejudice, and served as a powerful catalyst for the civil rights movement of the 1950s and 1960s that brought an end to the worst of America’s racial intolerance," according to Cutrer and Parrish. "He deserves his niche in the pantheon of American heroes, for he provided an immeasurably important symbol for black Americans in their struggle for desegregation and equal opportunity — not only in the armed forces, but throughout the breadth of American society." Navy Acting Secretary Modly "said the USS Doris Miller will serve as a reminder of the nation's pursuit for justice and as a tribute to its namesake," according to USA Today. “In selecting this name, we honor the contributions of all our enlisted ranks, past and present, men and women, of every race, religion and background." "The launching of a new ship bearing Miller’s name is among ongoing efforts to cement his place in U.S. wartime history. Doreen Ravenscroft, executive director of the Cultural Arts of Waco, has been leading an effort for the past decade to build a memorial to Miller in his hometown," according to the Washington Post. Ravenscroft, according to the Post, said Miller is a hero worthy of international recognition: “He used his own instinct of survival to do what he thought he should do, and his instinct was to defend his country. The fact that he went beyond the call of duty, we need that today — doing that extra, doing more than what’s expected.” [Photo from Naval History and Heritage Command]

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Take a Chance (Domesticity)

pairings: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: fluff, like legitimately pure fluff

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while now, but I hadn’t felt comfortable posting it until now lol @forevans gave me the idea of writing a chapter that had more to do with steve and reader rather than them and the baby, and hopefully I did this justice ;w; anyway, let me know what you guys think!

summary: steve rogers and you go to the farmer’s market and steve enjoys his time with you.

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“Go away.”

He chuckles when you pull the comforter back over your head. “Come on, it’s time to get up. You said you’d come with me.” 

He’s come to learn you’re not much of a morning person since you’ve moved in—waking up late on the weekends and barely waking up on time for the weekdays. He just didn’t know it would be this hard to wake you up. It’s like fighting with a toddler to eat their vegetables. He wonders if Shrimp is going to have your stubbornness or his? Maybe a mix of both? Or right in the middle? 

“This early?” comes your muffled reply from under the blanket. “On a Saturday?”

“Yes,” he says, patting the lump that he hopes is either your leg or your back, if he’s touched you anywhere else, he’s afraid you might rip his arm out of his socket. “Come on. You said you wanted fresh flowers from a local florist, and you agreed when I gave you the details.”

“Is Bucky coming with us?” you ask. “If he is, I’m not going.”

He chuckles, knowing exactly why you’re asking. Any time Bucky comes over to pick him up for their Sunday jogs, you would complain about their combined high energies being too much for you. And Bucky takes full advantage of it, enjoying annoying grumpy you in the mornings, knowing that you wouldn’t give him the same reaction after you're more awake. “He’s not, I promise.”

The lump moves and you drag down the comforter. He’s greeted by your adorable face scrunched up and eyes narrowed in his direction. You’re trying to be intimidating but it’s cuter than anything and he can’t help but chuckle. He doesn’t stop laughing, not when you get up and shoot him another glare over your shoulder, or when you peek your head out of the bathroom to tell him off.

Yeah. He definitely wouldn’t mind if they had your stubbornness.

The morning wind whips around them--it’s full of sweets and fresh flowers, and local cuisines. In the distance, a guitar plays its song, accompanied by a smooth crooning voice. Maybe he should take you after a little bit of shopping to check it out, it'd be a good break.

“How are there so many people here already?” you mumble, maneuvering around the crowds of people picking out fresh produce, a few bartering with the vendors. 

He looks back at you and sees you falling behind, and he can’t have that. He holds his hand out for you to take, and you look up at him, eyeing him warily.

“I’m not going to hold your hand like a child, Steve.”

He wants to protest, remind you that you’ve held hands more than once and you’ve never seem to mind before, but that’d probably spike your need to wave him away. He settles on rolling his eyes and shoving his hand in your direction once more. You stare at it for a moment longer, and finally your fingers smooth over his, and without missing a beat, his fingers slip through yours. 

Your hand is small in his, warm and soft; fingers always seem to rest between his so easily, no fussing or fighting, always natural. 

Tugging you closer with a gentle pull, he leads you over to the general area he knows the florists to usually set up in.

You’re mumbling something under your breath—Spanish, again. He’s definitely going to have to brush up on his high school Spanish. Maybe Bucky and Tony would be willing to take some classes with him, or maybe he can ask your sister or mom to help him? And isn’t there a bookstore around here? He can probably find some language books while you're both here. Getting some toddler books would be nice too.

It’s not hard to find the stall he was looking for—it’s bigger compared to the others, full of varieties and even out of season flowers. He spots the familiar faces of Doreen Green and her mother behind the stall, wrapping up bouquets and greeting customers with their friendly smiles.

“Is that really a squirrel wearing a pink bow and handing out flowers,” he hears you ask, confusion and disbelief laced in your words. 

He follows your line of vision and spots Doreen’s red squirrel handing buyers orange flowers, every single person thanking the little thing and leaving with a wide smile. It’s practically the reason their stall is so popular. “It is,” he confirms. “Her name is Tippy-Toe.”

Without any warning, you’re dragging him over to Tippy Toe, a barely concealed squeal leaving your lips. You’re gushing over the squirrel who seems to be thrilled by your attention, handing you one of the orange flowers. 

Doreen finishes with a customer when she notices him, her brown eyes growing wide. “Mom, Steve’s here with a girl!”

He flushes at the sudden attention from the people around them and Doreen, but he should’ve known this would’ve happened. He just wishes it hadn’t. Thankfully, you’re too busy making cooing noises at Tippy Toe to pay any attention to them.

Her mom pauses in wrapping up a bouquet and hands it off to an employee to make her way over to you and him, a wide smile on her face. “Would you look at that? Stevie! And who is this lovely lady?”

Tippy Toe moves away from you to jump onto Doreen’s arm and climbs up to perch herself onto her shoulder, briefly hiding in her dirty blonde hair before poking out again. 

You snap your gaze to Doreen and her mom and introduce yourself.

“My fiancé,” Steve adds on, ignoring the bewildered stares thrown his way.

Doreen is the first to react, squealing happily and scaring Tippy Toe off her shoulder and back onto the table. “Oh my gosh! Congratulations!”

You clear your throat. “Thank you?”

“Oh! I’m so happy for both of you,” the older woman says, clapping her hands together, “This is such good news! Is this why we haven’t seen much of your mother, Steve?”

He squeezes your hand gently. “Yes, she’s been helping with the wedding and everything.”

“Hey, boss, I brought back some of those shrimp tacos you like so much,” an employee interrupts. “Brought back some veggie tacos for you, Doreen.”

They thank him in unison as the employee places two trays down and away from prying eyes, but it’s too late. You’ve already caught a whiff of them and Steve can practically see you salivating. “Those smell so good.”  

“Oh, would you like one?” Her mom offers, but you shake your head.

“No, no, it’s okay.” You turn to him unsure. “But, uh, do you mind if we get some after this?”

He can’t help but laugh. “Didn’t we just have oatmeal with strawberries?”

“Yeah, but I’m eating for two now, Steve. And Shrimp loves shrimp!” Oh, he knows. He’s already picturing all the weird cravings you’re going to get later in the pregnancy. Shrimp with chocolate? Maybe with mayo? 

A gasp cuts off his laugh, his eyes snapping in the direction of Doreen and her mom.

Doreen leans forward on the table, her eyes wide as she pleads with you and him, “Can I babysit for you guys when the baby is born? I promise you I’m really good with babies! There’s this couple from Harlem who always ask me to babysit their little girl, Dani, and if you guys need references I can totally ask them for one and—“

Her mom guffaws, reeling her back.“Woah, there, Dori, their baby hasn’t even been born yet!”

She takes a deep breath and exhales. “Sorry, just got really excited.”

You giggle, the sound bubbling out of your throat, surprising him. “If we’re ever in need of a babysitter we’ll keep you in mind.”

Doreen flashes you a wide smile and she gasps again. “You guys wanted to buy some flowers, right? What can we get for you?”

It doesn’t take long for them to make your requested bouquet, and when he’s about to pay, they wave him away. “As a congratulatory gift!” They had said, sending you off on your way, but not without another flower from Tippy Toe and a “don’t forget to invite us to the wedding!” from Doreen as you walk away.

“They’re sweet,” you say, lifting the arrangement of flowers to your nose. “Maybe we can hire them for the wedding?”

You say it so quietly that he almost convinces himself he hadn’t heard you correctly. But the quickening of his pulse and your uncharacteristic shy smile is proof that he did. This is probably the first time you’ve taken the initiative to think about something for the wedding without someone asking you to. It’s almost like… like you’re actually looking forward to that day.

You turn to him, eyebrows furrowed and lips down turned. “What?”

His lips curl up and widen as he takes your hand, shaking his head. “Nothing. Come on.”

“Weirdo,” you mumble, but you squeeze his hand and the two of you continue down the rows of stalls.

Arms laden with flowers, fresh fruits and vegetables, and sweet honey, you look for a place to sit and eat your tacos. He watches as you hum and eat, a chuckle escaping his lips before he can stop himself. You blink up at him mid bite.

“Sorry, you just make the tacos look appetizing,” he explains.

“They’re pretty good,” you tell him with a shrug; then you’re offering him the taco, one hand pinching the ends of the tortillas together and the other hand under it to stop any of the filling from falling onto the table. “Want a bite?”

Steve blinks and you nudge the taco forward again, enough for him to take a bite of it—the corn tortilla melts in his mouth, the shrimp and cabbage coated in seasoning and some kind of dressing ignite his taste buds—it’s spicy, but not unbearable, just enough to make his tongue tingle pleasantly. “It is pretty good!” He answers your expectant gaze, mouth still full with the bite he took.

“Told you!” You grin triumphantly and pull the taco away to finish it off without much thought.

He doesn’t know why that causes heat to rise to his cheeks or why his heart thumps harshly against his rib cage. He’s seen you share food like this with Vicky and your sister, sometimes even your mom, and Natasha and Wanda. But you’ve never shared food with him like this. So… why?

He doesn’t get to think about it too much with a voice calling his name. “Steve!” 

A familiar face greets him with a smile and a wave, and Steve hops onto his feet excitedly. “Clint! Hey! When did you get back?”

“Hey, man!” Clint greets him. “About two days now!” 

Before they can hug, a Labrador retriever jumps on him with an excited bark.

It takes all of his strength to keep upright. “Lucky! Hey, boy!” It takes a couple of pats and smooches to get Lucky to sit, but then he catches sight of you and tugs Clint forward, surprising both of them.

You’re quick to crouch. “Hey, there,” you coo, running your fingers through Lucky’s fur, and you let out a laugh when he surges forward to lick your cheek.

Clint’s eyes shift from you to him in surprise.

He rubs the back of his neck as you stand. “Uh, Clint, this is my fiancé,” he introduces you and then turns to you who is staring at his friend with curiosity. “This is Clint Barton a friend from college.”

“Nice to meet you,” you greet him politely, offering him your hand, but you’re taken aback when Clint wraps you up in a hug instead.

He grins at the bewildered expression on your face when he releases you. “I’m a hugger,” he explains. “Congrats. I’m invited to the wedding, right?”

“Of course,” he reassures his friend after a nod from you. “Why didn’t you tell us you were back?”

“Was waiting to settle in before I got in contact with everyone.”

“He moved to California after graduation,” he clarifies to you when he sees the confusion on your face.

You tilt your head in response, leaning back down to pet Lucky. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Clint confirms. “Lived in Sacramento for work.”

“Oh,” you perk up. “I’ve been there a couple of times.”

“Really? Did you ever go to…” Steve watches on as you and Clint start naming places from Sacramento, and warmth spreads in his chest seeing you get along so well with another close friend of his. 

As he and Clint catch up, you occasionally pay more attention to Lucky than their conversation. The dog sits at your side cheerfully as you run your fingers through his coat, tongue lolling out of his mouth. You both look pretty content.

Clint grins at him—a wild grin. One he recognizes from their time in college. It usually meant trouble.

“What?” He asks warily.

He only shakes his head, but his grin remains the same. “Nothing. You just look happy.”

Steve relaxes. “Yeah?”

Clint’s eyes narrow fondly, nodding. “Haven’t seen you like that since you volunteered to help design and paint that preschool mural in our third year. Remember that?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I remember.” How could he forget? He had been excited when the organizer, an old classmate of his, approached him with the offer. It was the last time he got to paint before he met you.

“Have you been painting lately? Or too busy trying to build a sentient robot?”

Steve laughs, his hand falling onto his chest at Clint’s words. “Is that what you think we’re doing?”

“You never know with Tony.”

“I see your point.” Lately Tony has been working on an AI for the office and for home use with more use than SIRI and Alexa, so if he really put the effort in to it, Tony could probably build a sentient robot if he wanted. Thankfully, he won’t. Steve’s eyes once more stray over to you and Lucky, your face practically stuffed into his golden fur as you give him back scratches. His lips twitch. “But yeah, started a project recently.” He wonders if you’re going to like his surprise.

Clint’s watch beeps and Lucky is immediately on alert. “It’s time for us to go.” He stands and Lucky trots to his side obediently. “It was nice seeing you again,” he says to him before turning to you. “And it was nice meeting you.” You smile at him and agree. “Let’s get together soon!” he says, turning his back on you both and calls for Lucky—the two of them jogging back to their home.

He hums. “We should get going too. Unless you want to walk around a bit more?”

You shake your head and smile at him. “I think we have everything we need.”

The two of you walk back to the car, arms full with everything you chose at the market, but he still keeps one hand free to hold yours.

“We should get a dog,” he says absentmindedly, his mind suddenly alight with the image of you and your interactions with Tippy Toe and Lucky. “Adopt one like Clint.”

You laugh, eyeing him. “Is a baby not enough for you?”

He chuckles, swinging your arms back and forth as you walk back to the car. “We don’t need to get a dog now, but maybe later? Once Shrimp is old enough. They could be best friends, look out for one another.”

You purse your lips, thinking it over before your face melts into a smile. “That sounds nice. I’d like that.”

His face mimics yours, and he can feel his lips twitching as they move into a wide grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, squeezing his hand.

▸doreen ‘dori’ henderson 

dori henderson was a bit of a loner. she didn’t have the group of friends her twin brother did; though the boys didn’t mind hanging out with her, even if they did complain about her being taller than them all the way up to freshman year. speaking of school, she stuck to herself; a total loner after best friend lenny cameron got popular with ‘it crew’ of hawkins’ middle school’s soccer team. dori was little more than acquaintances with the students in her art club and the definitive target of hawkins middle’s bullies - and lenny’s new besties - lori miller and tricia allan, who’d call her ‘kitty’ and accuse her of having a ‘cat face’. 

worst of all was the secret she kept: her attraction to girls that would shatter her small town life into a million pieces. she keeps her head down, she tries her hardest not to stare at the pretty pretty girls in her classes. that is, until, mike wheeler discovers a girl in the woods the same night will goes missing. 

eleven is like nobody dori has ever met and dori trips head over heels immediately and the feeling only grows the more el is around; it’s just a shame she’s so caught up with mike and dori is left to pine in secret alongside will byers and his infatuation for his best friend.

or, at least, that’s the plan until dori proposes they ‘fake date’ to get mike and el’s respective attention. 

Get to know me tag

Ok first of all I’m SUPER late with this skfhds sorry

I got tagged by the lovely @lostinbl thank you Pau!!! 💕

I did something similar to this already but it’s a bit different so here we go again! :D 

Rules: Tag 20 people you’d like to know better, and wrangle/invite them into answering the questions below

Nickname: Doreen, Dori, Dee,.... I answer to anything sdsfj

Gender: Female 👩🏻‍🦰

Starsign: Gemini ♊️

Height: 178 cm 📍

Hogwarts House: Crackhouse 💁🏼‍♀️ 

Where I’m From: Germany 🇩🇪

Favorite Animal: hmm.... probably bunnies and donkeys 🐰🐴

Number of Blankets: usually 1 unless it’s freezing during winter then 2 or 3

When I started this account: Back in 2012. I don’t think I posted anything back then I just used it to look for spoilers, gossip etc. 😅 

Why I started this account: I was obsessed with Glee back then jhkfs so yeah this used to be a Glee fanblog for like 4 years or so 🙈

Tagging: -> I already tagged like 643 ppl when I did the other get-to-know-me tag lol so I’m just gonna tag everyone who feels like it!!! ❣️:) 

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-------------- masterlist of names that were in the harry potter series.

hey there! i don't know how this idea of masterlist popped into my mind, but i wanted to make something different and since there are lots of characters in the harry potter series, i thought it would be fun to make this list. the names are in alphabetical order because i like things some way organized - hope you like it. please, give a like or reblog this post to spread the word (i'd really appreciate that) !!

 female

agatha, alecto, alice, alicia, amelia, amy, andromeda, angelina, apolline, arabella, araminta,  ariana, arsenia, astoria, audrey, augusta, aurora, bathilda, bellatrix, bertie, bertha, bridget, cassandra, catriona, carlotta, cedrella, celestina, charity, cho, daisy, daphne, demelza, dilys, dolores, dominique, dorcas, doreen, doris, druella, eileen, eleanor, elladora, eloise, emma, emmeline, eunice, euphemia, fleur, gabrielle, galatea, gertie, ginevra, ginny, gladys, gormlaith, greta, griselda, gwendolyn, hannah, helena, helga, hepzibah, hermione, hestia, hetty, ignatia, iolanthe, irma, isolt, jane, jean, katie, kendra, laura, lavender, lily, lisa, lucy, luna, lysandra, mafalda, mallory, mandy, marietta, marjorie, marlene, mary, meghan, merope, millicent, minerva, mirabella, miranda, miriam, molly, morgana, muriel, myrtle, narcissa, natalie, nymphadora, olive, olympe, orla, padma, pansy, parvati, patricia, penelope, perenelle, petunia, pomona, poppy, porpentina, queenie, rionach, rita, rolanda, romilda, rose, rowena, roxanne, septima, seraphina, susan, sybill, tina, tracy, valentina, veronica, vicky, victoire, walburga, wilhelmina.

male

aberforth, abraxas, adrian, aidan, alastor, albus, algie, alphard, ambrosius, amos, amycus, andrew, antonin, anthony, archer, argus, armando, arnold, arthur, augustus, bartemius, barty, benjy, bertie, bertram, bilius, bill, blaise, bob, cedric, charlie, colin, cormac, cornelius, credence, cuthbert, darren, dean, dedalus, dennis, derek, devlin, dirk, draco, dudley, eddie, edgar, elphias, eric, ernid, ernie, euan, evan, fabian, fenrir, fergus, filius, flavius, fleamont, florean, frank, fred, gelert, geoffrey, george, gideon, gilbert, gilderoy, godric, graham, gregory, hardwin, harold, harry, harvey, heathcote, henry, horace, hugo, ignotus, igor, jack, jacob, james, jimmy, joey, justin, justus, kenneth, kevin, kingsley, kirley, lancelot, lee, linfred, louis, lucius, ludo, magnus, malcolm, marcus, mark, marvolo, merton, michael, miles, morag, morfin, morgan, mundungus, neville, newt, nicolas, nigellus, oliver, orion, otto, owen, patrick, percival, percy, peter, phineas, pierre, quirinus, rabastan, ralston, reginald, regulus, remus, roddy, rodolphus, roger, rolf, ron, ronald, rubeus, rufus, salazar, scorpius, seamus, septimus, severus, silvanus, sirius, sturgis, ted, teddy, terrence, terry, theodore, tibirius, tobias, tom, vernon, viktor, vincent, walden, walter, william, willy, xenophilius, zacharias.

note: you may think some of these names weren't in harry potter, but some were just mentioned once or twice in the books or on pottermore (most of them are mentioned in the books/movies, but there are some exceptions).