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As promised here is my list of Covey-inspired names.

I tried to follow the typical naming convention of the first part of the name being a traditional folk poem or ballad, but I did add some names that differed from the typical names, and still fit the covey vibes. Suggestions appreciated :)

I also posted a list of shades of colors in case some people needed it!

https://www.tumblr.com/starstrucktoby/795797713663000576/color-shades

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Annabel (Annabel Lee) Alice (Lady Alice) Arthur (King Arthur) Annie (For Annie or Gentle Annie) Ariel (Ariel by Sylvia Plath) Annachie (Annachie Gordon) Andrew (Death of Young Andrew) Angelina (Farewell Angelina) April (April Come She Will) Annet (Lord Thomas and Fair Annet) Augustine (The Ladder of St. Augustine) Allegra (Children's Hour) Amoret (The Faerie Queene) Amarantha (Song to Amarantha)

Barbra (Barbra Allen) Billy (Billy Boy) Bonny/Bonnie (‘Bonny Barbra Allen’ or ‘The Bonnie Lass o’ Fyvie’) Bridget (The Banks of Newfoundland) Bill (Railroad Bill) Bess (The Highway Man)

Clerk (‘Clerk Saunders’ or ‘Clerk Colvill’) Claribel (Claribel by Ralph Vaughn Williams) Christabel (Christabel by Samuel Taylor Coleridge) Clementine (Oh My Darling, Clementine) Clara (The Song of Maria Clara) Clarinda (To the Van Morte Clarinda) Celia (To Celia) Claude (Claude Allen) Cole (Cole Younger) Corey (Darling Corey) Charlie (Mr Charlie) Catherine (Catherine Howard’s Fate) Carolina (Carolina in my Mind) Curtis (Ballad of Curtis Loew) Cecilia (Cecilia- Simon & Garfunkel) Corinna (Corinna’s Gone A’Maying) Catskin (The Wandering Young Gentlewoman or Catskin)

Delia (Delia by Samuel Daniel) Davy (The Ballad of Davy Crockett) Donnie (Ballad of Donnie Gene) Delilah (Hey There Delilah) Delta (Delta Dawn) Donald (Ballad of Donald White) Danny (Danny Boy) Delaware (Lord Delaware)

Earl (‘Earl Brand’ or ‘The Earl of Westmoreland’) Evangeline (Evangeline by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) Eulalie (Eulalie by Edgar Allen Poe) Eliza (Eliza Jane) Edmund (The Wreck of Edmund Fitzgerald) Ellen (Poor Ellen Smith) Enoch (Enoch by Lord Tennyson) Edith (Children’s Hour) Emmeline (The Sparrows Nest-Wordsworth)

Frankie (Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest)

Godiva (Godiva by Alfred Tennyson) Grace (Amazing Grace) Gloriana (The Faerie Queene)

Hollis (Ballad of Hollis Brown) Hazel (Hazel- Bob Dylan) Harry (Harry's Courtship)

Isabel (Adventures of Isabel) Ira (Ballad of Ira Hayes) Irene (Goodnight Irene)

John/Johnny (Johnny Has Gone For a Soldier, Young Johnny, or John Henry) Jane (For Jane by Charles Bukowski, or Death of Queen Jane) Juliet (Romeo and Juliet) Janet (Janet Waking or Fair Janet) Jackie (Jackie Boy) James (St James Infirmary Blues) Jeannie (Annachie Gordon) Jenny (The Ballad of Jenny Rae or Ballad of Jenny Ledge) Jack (Jack Orion) Jubilee (Jubilee) Joshua (Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho) Jim (Jim Bowie) Johanna (Visions of Johanna) Judas (Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest) Joan (The Clowns Courtship) Johnnie (Johnnie Armstrong)

Lucy Gray (Lucy Gray by William Wordsworth) Lenore (The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe) Lorelei (Lorelei by Heinrich Heine) Lamia (Lamia by John Keats) Lillian (Red Dirt Girl) Lance (Poor Old Lance) Lyonell (Sir Lyonell) Louise (Visions of Johanna)

Maude (Maude Clare) Molly (Molly Malone or I Never Will Marry) Michael (Michael Finnigan or Fields of Athenry) Marina (Marina by T.S Elliot) Mariana (Mariana by Alfred Tennyson) Margaret (Spring and Fall or Proud Lady Margaret) Maria (The Song of Maria Clara) Matty (Matty Groves) Mary (Miss Mary Mack or Fields of Athenry) Maurice (Child Maurice) Minnie (Ballad of Minnie Dean) Moll (The Ballad of Moll Mcgee) Maggie (Little Maggie) Maisry (Lady Maisry) Maple (Maple-Edgar Allen Poe) Martha (The Bowes Tragedy)

Nellie (Nellie Clark) Nancy (Nancy by William Cowper) Naomi (Naomi Wise)

Oliver (Sweet Polly Oliver) Ophelia (Ophelia by Arthur Rimbaud) Owen/Owyne (The Lament for Owen Roe, Kemp Owyne) Orion (Jack Orion) Owlet (Child Owlet)

Polly (Pretty Polly or Polly Vaughn) Phoebe (O Sister Phoebe) Persephone (Double Persephone by Margret Atwood)

Robyn/Robin (Robin Hood's Death, A Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood, there are lots of Robin Hood poems) Randall (Lord Randall) Rosemary (Balled of Rosemary Lane) Ruby (Ruby-Are You Mad at Your Man) Rosaleen (My Dark Rosaleen) Rosalind (Rosalind by Lord Tennyson) Ruth (Ruth by Wordsworth, or The Beautiful Lady of Kent) Roger (The Bowes Tragedy) Ryalas (The Jovial Hunter of Broomsgrove)

Simon (Simple Simon or Simon Lee) Sadie (Little Sadie) Sam (The cremation of Sam McGee) Shady (Shady Grove) Saro (Pretty Saro) Sally (Aweigh, Santy Ano) Susan (Reverie of Poor Susan) Suzanne (Suzanne-Leonard Cohen) Susanna (The Journals of Susanna Moodie)

Tam (‘Tam Glen’, ‘Tam o' Shanter’ both by Robert Burns, or Tam Lin) Thomas (Thomas the Rhymer) Tobias (Where are the Days of Tobias) Tamerlane (Tamerlane by Edgar Allen Poe) Tom (Tom Dooley)

Una (The Faerie Queene)

Vincent (Vincent-Don McLean)

Willie (‘Willie’s Lady’ or ‘Willies Lyke-Wake’) Waterlily (Water Lily by Ralph Stanley) William (Sweet William’s Ghost or I Never Will Marry) Willow (Down in the Willow Garden)

You can answer the question for your character(s) or write a piece that incorporates the question.

You can answer the question for your character(s) or write a piece that incorporates the question.

On the first day someone asks me if I have any Ukrainian heritage. I say I had ancestors from Odesa, but they were Jewish, so they weren’t considered Ukrainian, and they wouldn’t have considered themselves Ukrainian. My job is every day I go through boxes of Ukrainian textiles and I write a physical description, take measurements, take photographs, and upload everything into the database. I look up “Jewish” in the database and there is no result. 

Some objects have no context at all, some come with handwritten notes or related documents. I look at thick hand-spun, hand-woven linen heavy with embroidery. Embroidery they say can take a year or more. I think of someone dressed for a wedding in their best clothes they made with their own hands. Some shirts were donated with photographs of the original owners dressed in them, for a dance at the Ukrainian Labour Temple, in 1935. I handle the pieces carefully, looking at how they fit the men in the photos, and how they look almost a hundred years later packed in acid-free tissue. One of the men died a few years later, in the war. He was younger than I am now. The military archive has more photographs of him with his mother, his father, his fiancé. I take care in writing the catalogue entry, breathing in the history, getting tearful. 

I imagine people dressed in their best shirts at Easter, going around town in their best shirts burning the houses of Jews, in their best shirts, killing Jews. A shirt with dense embroidery all over the sleeves and chest has a note that says it is from Husiatyn. I look it up and find that it was largely a Jewish town, and Ukrainians lived in the outskirts. There is a fortress synagogue from the Renaissance period, now abandoned. 

When my partner Aaron visits I take him to an event at the museum where a man shows his collection of over fifty musical instruments from Ukraine, and he plays each one. Children are seated on the floor at the front. We’re standing in a corner, the room full of Ukrainians, very aware that we look like Jews, but not sure if anyone recognizes what that looks like anymore. Aaron gets emotional over a song played on the bandura. 

A note with a dress says it came from the Buchach region. I find a story of Jewish life in Buchach in the early twentieth century, preparing to flee as the Nazis take over. I cry over this.

I’m cataloguing a set of commemorative ribbons that were placed on the grave of a Ukrainian Nationalist leader, Yevhen Konovalets, after he was assassinated. The ribbons were collected and stored by another Nationalist, Andriy Melnyk, who took over leadership after Konovalets’ death. The ribbons are painted or embroidered with messages honouring the dead politician. I start to recognize the word for “leader”, the Cyrillic letters which make up the name of the colonel, the letters “OYH” which stand for Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists (OUN in English). The OUN played a big part in the Lviv pogroms in 1941, I learn. The Wikipedia article has a black and white image of a woman in her underwear, running in terror from a man and a young boy carrying a stick of wood. The woman’s face is dark, her nose may be bleeding. Her underwear is torn, her breast exposed. I’m measuring, photographing, recording the stains and loose threads in the banners that honour men who would have done this to me. 

Every day I can’t stop looking at my phone, looking up the news from Gaza, tapping through Instagram stories that show what the news won’t. Half my family won’t talk to the other half, after I share an article by a scholar of Holocaust and genocide studies, who says Israel is committing a genocide. My dad makes a comment that compares Gaza to the Warsaw Ghetto. This gets him in trouble. My aunt says I must have learned this antisemitism at university, but there is no excuse for my dad. 

This morning I see images from Israeli attacks in the West Bank, where they are not at war. There are naked bodies on the dusty ground. I’m not sure if they are alive. This is what I think of when I see the image from the Lviv pogrom. If what it means for Jews to be safe from oppression is to become the oppressor, I don’t want safety. I don’t want to speak about Jews as if we are one People, because I have so little in common with those in green uniforms and tanks. I am called a self-hating Jew but I think I am a self-reflecting Jew.

I don’t know how to articulate how it feels to be handling objects which remind me of Jewish traumas I inherited only from history classes and books. Textiles hold evidence of the bodies that made them and used them. I measure the waist of a skirt and notice that it is the same as my waist size. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Jewish homes during pogroms. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Palestinian homes during the ongoing Nakba. Clothes hold the shape of the body that once dressed in them. Sometimes there are tears, mends, stains. I am rummaging through personal belongings in my nitrile gloves. 

I am hands-on learning about the violence caused by Ukrainian Nationalism while more than nine thousand Palestinians have been killed by the State of Israel in three weeks, not to mention all those who have been killed in the last seventy-five years of occupation, in the name of the Jewish Nation, the Jewish People — me? If we (and I am hesitant to say “we”) learned anything from the centuries of being killed, it was how to kill. This should not have been the lesson learned. Zionism wants us to feel constantly like the victims, like we need to defend ourself, like violence is necessary, inevitable. I need community that believes in freedom for all, not just our own People. I need the half of my family who believes in this necessary “self-defence” to remember our history, and not just the one that ends happily ever after with the creation of the State of Israel. Genocide should not be this controversial. We should not be okay with this. 

Criticizing Isreal ≠ antisemetic

Supporting Palestine ≠ antisemitic

Believing in the Free Palestine cause ≠ antisemitic

BUT ALSO

A random ass Jew just living their life oceans away has nothing to do with the Isreal-Palestine conflict

Palestinian Jews exist

Jews that support Palestine exist (I am one of them)

Criticizing Isreal ≠ antisemetic

Supporting Palestine ≠ antisemitic

Believing in the Free Palestine cause ≠ antisemitic

BUT ALSO

A random ass Jew just living their life oceans away has nothing to do with the Isreal-Palestine conflict

Palestinian Jews exist

Jews that support Palestine exist (I am one of them)

​Answer these questions on your own, or reblog this and invite your followers to ask you about your original characters!

Which character is an early riser?

Which character is a night owl?

Which character is slow to wake up?

Which character has an elaborate bedtime routine?

Which character can fall asleep anywhere?

Which character has created a situation for themselves or others by falling asleep in an unusual location?

Which character uses more than one blanket?

Which character needs multiple pillows?

Which character needs complete darkness to fall asleep?

You can answer the question for your character(s) or write a piece that incorporates the question.

The cynic who still carries a childhood stuffed animal.

The liar who craves honesty.

The overthinker who makes reckless decisions.

The heartbreaker who believes in soulmates.

The pacifist who holds lifelong grudges.

The tough guy who cries during old movies.

The thrill-seeker who's terrified of commitment.

The grump who’s unfailingly polite to waitstaff.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.