#And there are loads of common names that l didn't list

[the-pirate-captain]

Catholic names that are making a comeback in my area:

Cecilia

Thaddeus

Benedict

Augustine

Jerome

Tried and true Catholic staples that exist in overabundance, helped along by being very popular amongst secular families as well:

Mary/Maria/Marie .... l mean, duh

Joseph .... obviously

Michael

David

Anthony

Cla(i)r(e) .... spellings may vary but the frequency of this name doesn't

Matthew

John

Catherine .... too many spellings to list

Catholic names that aren't as common as the staples but no one is surprised when they see it:

Luke

Faith/Hope/Grace

Dominic

Thomas

Margaret

James

Monica

An(n)(e/a)

Joshua

Elizabeth

Peter

Paul

John Paul

Theresa

Catholic names that *should* make a comeback:

Cosmas .... listen, you'll name your kid Damien but not Cosmas? Cowards.

Angelo .... the combined patrons of Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael plus it sounds nice

Miriam/Moira/Moriah .... still Mary, but with linguistic variety

Felicity .... it's such a pretty name, plus she's in the canon of saints

Josiah .... very underutilized, currently

Honorable mention:

Noah .... everyone has a friend whose brother is named Noah

Bonus: really obscure Catholic names for people I've met that were given to them by their very brave and devout parents:

Anselm

Ignatius

Perpetua

Fulton

Magdalene

Cyprian

[kiwisa]

The Winner Takes It All ✷ cl16

✷ FIRST INTERLUDE OF THE TAMING OF THE HEARTBREAKER

━━━━━  NEXT !

in which... another name is added to Y/N's infamous list !

IN THE GILDED WORLD OF HOLLYWOOD, two events have become so common that no one bats an eye at the sight of them anymore: seeing Y/N L/N win an Oscar and leave with the current heartthrob.

Last night was no exception, ticking all the boxes in this new industry's ritual. While the West Side Story actress did indeed bring home the Best Actress Oscar (again), her real award of the night was the charming Timothée Chalamet, present to support the ten nominations for Dune. The two actors were seen very close during and after the Vanity Fair after-party, eventually both slipping away in the same SUV.

This is nothing new for the actress. Wherever she goes, it is impossible to feel indifferent about Y/N L/N. She knows it. So does everybody. Her ever-growing list of conquests is always the talk of the industry. No one even bother to count the names anymore: it would take hours.

Between Chalamet at the Oscars, François Civil and Pierre Niney at the French Césars or Harry Styles at the Grammys, Y/N L/N seems determined to single-handedly revive old Hollywood, between conquests, scandals, and chaos!

✷ SEE ALSO ON LOVE CLUB... !

Is Y/N L/N the inspiration behind Harry Style's Woman?

Between existing for her art or for her body, Y/N L/N seems to have made her choice

L/N's French idyll with François Civil cut short

The one now known as "The Heartbreaker"⏤a politically correct version of "whore," still favoured by many internet users⏤has been causing daily havoc everywhere, be it in newspapers or on social media, because of her behaviour, deemed "unladylike."

She responded to these criticisms on Jimmy Fallon's Tonight Show a few months ago:

"If I were a man, nobody would say anything. I'm a whore and, yet, when a man does the same thing, he's a player. This has double-standard written all over it. People just hate to see women do what they want with their bodies."

Regardless of the hate she receives on a daily basis, L/N doesn't seem ready to settle down soon. But will she ever be?

We are all left wondering who will succeed in⏤to quote Shakespeare⏤taming The Heartbreaker.

FILED UNDER #Y/NL/N #TIMOTHÉECHALAMET #ACTORS #OSCARS #DATING

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Anonymous 2 hours ago

She didn't deserve Best Actress. I mean... Jessica Chastain was right there. Once again, it shows us just how rigged the Oscars are! Go fuck your boy-toy and let the real actors act.

Anonymous 1 hour ago

She's an incredibly good actress. What a shame she is so crass.

Anonymous 1 hour ago

You go, girl! She's living her best life, as she should. If she doesn't want to settle down now, then she doesn't have to. Men should just shut up.

Anonymous 3 hours ago

No one will ever want something serious with her. Women like L/N are only meant to be fucked.

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[lilura-laqueus]

W H O A M I ?

FULL NAME: Lilura Laqueus OCCUPATION: Physiotherapist AGE: 39 PRONOUNS: She/her SPECIES: Hunter CLASSIFICATION: Femme Fatale GUILD: The Brotherhood ALIAS: The Queen of Hearts HOMETOWN: Austin, Texas RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Enigmatic SEXUALITY: Pansexual

(tw: mentions of death, blood, weapons, torture, violence, medical malpractice)

P E R S O N A L I T Y

ATTENTIVE. Odds are she's been observing her prey long before she's made herself known to them. She takes pride in finding the physical signs of vulnerability; idiosyncrasies to latch on to and abnormalities in routines to exploit. BRUTAL. Lilura is not a redeemable woman. Tears and scars are her currency of choice, whether you're on her hit list or not. If you’re lucky enough to bleed for her and walk away with a souvenir, you’ve made an impression on her. CAPRICIOUS. Also referred to as volatile, unpredictable, and indiscernible. Best described, Lilura is a loaded gun primed with a single bullet in a revolving cylinder, ready to be fired at will. If you give an inch, Lilura will take a mile. CUNNING. She enjoys telling people what they want to hear to suit her agenda. Her mind and tongue are just as sharp as the switchblade she keeps on her person. ENCHANTING. It's all in the eyes — careful not to stare too long. They're windows to the soul, and hers was damned long before she was brought into this world. UNFORGIVING. A bridge burned is one lost forever. Your apologies mean nothing. Repent as she sees fit or die.

B I O G R A P H Y

There is no childhood to be remembered — no family to think of fondly or friends to miss. No weaknesses or liabilities unless they're made of her own volition. Earliest memories are of her eighteenth birthday. Trusted with the touch of the talisman, Lilura accepted her role to seduce and destroy and agreed to study the movement of the human body; to daylight with a widely-regarded, and future-proof profession. It armed her with the knowledge of common injuries in joints, muscles, and bones, and the length of time it might take to heal them with proper remediation. More suitably to her agenda, she learned how to inflict injury to weaken a target unsuspectingly. Her name was gifted to her by the Brotherhood's Austin quarter, and her identity reshaped and trained to be made in their image. Lilura, meaning enchanter, charmer, or fascination. Laqueus, meaning ensnare, trap, or noose. Her identity serves as her ground zero and a warning to those curious enough to look into it. She has a handful of tattoos that decorate her skin, distracting from her hunter's mark that hides in plain sight. It's absorbed by the hilts of cross-bladed twin sai that sit in the lower quarter of her breastbone, between the curves of cleavage. Rarely did Lilura choose her own target, and never had she refused an assignment. She didn't ask questions, offering unwavering loyalty to the guild she sought to serve, and eliminated threats others couldn't. Usually high-profile and mystifying supernaturals, often prone to monologuing their demise. Nothing a swift stab to the gut and the twist of a blade couldn't silence. Only on the rare occasion when her bloodlust was insufferable and her mind untethered by obligation did she find a quick kill — for the instant gratification hand-delivered by the sounds of agony inflicted on a willing admirer. She's lived in Marseille, having left the city with blood staining baroque wallpaper and luxury linens from a hunting knife driven fatally into a carotid artery. It painted ornate walls a pretty Rorschach of crimson as it burst. She signed her magnum opus with her renowned calling card left stuck to the drying blood. She's lived in Verona, breathing new life into the tale of two fictional lovers by murdering her own. She drove a blade deep into the base of the spine to paralyse, just so she could recite tragic prose while she carved open their chest cavity and severed coronary arteries. She pulled free the heart they'd claimed was hers for the taking, ensuring their words had proper weight to them. Her calling card lay in its place, drowned in blood. She's lived in Bavaria where a backdrop of forested mountains in a lakeside paradise, neighbouring rococo palaces long-abandoned by monarchs and regency, provided the isolation needed for anonymity. A poetic landscape juxtaposed by the brutality of a throat slit and body left on the bank of a lake to contaminate freshwater. And yet another calling card, wedged into the clean cut of skin. She's been in Port Leiry, and without an official guild-assigned target, for 2 years. She's waiting patiently for contact about her next target and indulging in a little depravity to pass the time.

W A N T E D

I can feel my instincts here for you - She's on a sabbatical she didn't ask for. She's antsy. She's hungry. She misses the hunt, and you're in her sights. Flew over the cuckoo's nest - Spending too much time with Lilura will do that to you and she knows it. Bad news is, she's said she has all the time in the world for you and you can't decide whether that's a wholesome sentiment or a looming threat. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do - A conversation that reveals too much, or a flirtatious encounter seemingly requited; seduction is a sport and a skill. Let her flex her muscles. Help me lose my mind - A mentor, a guide, a sadist. Let her lower her guard and promise to keep her secrets, whether you're affiliated with the Brotherhood or not. You'll get a loyal mercenary in return. I can tell now you're thinking of leaving - She has no weaknesses. Except you.

[silver-shaded]

List of cat breeds and which organisations recognize them (new!)

(update: this is a cleaner version since the old one barely loaded and was too long. Now with links to each letter so it's shorter.)

Notes:

important: just because a breed is recognized does NOT make it automatically ethical!

If a breed has several names I write all of them but list them under the letter of the most common one. If an organisation lists the breed under a different name I noted it, unless it's a very similar name (Scottish Straight = Scottish Shorthair etc.).

I am not super good at distinguishing variants like European and American burmeses, so I put those that were just labeled "burmese" under unspecified. The same goes for Bombays and Maine Cats.

Breeds' long- and shorthair versions are listed seperately. However I didn't look up every single standard, just each index, and with some breeds it was not specified if they're recognized as longhaired, shorthaired or both. I've listed those as the most common variant. The same goes for ear types, fur types etc. (I might go through all of the standards some other time)

There are some breeds on here that are considered extinct or dormant but since some organisations still have their standard I've listed them. They're marked with an asterisk.

Words in quotation marks are the words I use if there's no official term for something.

Apparently REFR accepts all recognized breeds from all registries plus their own. However they didn't write down all of them nor which breeds were extinct, so if anyone knows the latter feel free to tell me.

Let me know if you spot a mistake somewhere.

Organisations:

here

Breeds from A to Z:

A

B

C

D

E

F

G

H

I

J

K

L

M

N

O

P

Q (none)

R

S

T

U

V

W

X (none)

Y

Z (none)

Thank you for reading! 🩷

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Dinner and a Show

Hangman and I loaded up into the tandem plane for todays exercises. In order to take a test flight in the tandem plane yesterday, Hangman told Admiral Cyclone I wanted to sit in the back so I could take better notes and not have to focus on flying. Which apparently was a good enough reason.

So there I sat, notepad in hand and attempting to scribble down notes with hangman's flying. It was a good thing he didn't have a back seater, I couldn't take more than the hour I was trapped back there.

"Hangman it's a good thing you are a single flyer." I mentioned to him once we landed back at base.

"Why?" He asked, seeming to be fake upset by my comment.

"Look at my paper." I showed him my notebook that consisted of hardly legible words and a few dark lines across the paper where he took a hard turn.

Hangman took the paper in his hands, a slow smile spreading on his face that slowly turned into a laugh. "That's hilarious."

I rolled my eyes as we made our way to the screening room where the pilots were gathered to wait for their evaluations from me. Hangman and I both dramatically entered the room. The pilots got quiet, taking their seats and ready to give their attention to me. I took the stand at the front of the room, hangman sitting in one of the rolling computer chairs just off to the side of me.

"Great job today everybody, I have a few things I noticed about todays flyers. First up is starfire." I looked up from my notepad at the red haired green eyed woman that resembled the DC character fairly accurately.

"There were a couple of times when you hesitated on your callouts which slowed down you and your wingman. Trust yourself more. Your first answer is highly likely to be correct." She smiled at me with a nod, showing she received the message.

I looked at who was next in my notes. "Denali and haywire. You would think that you two had never flown together before. You both need to get your head out of your asses and get your egos checked."

I heard one of the boys in the front scoff and look at his friends, who in turn all chuckled. I looked at him, raising my eyebrow in question. "Something funny, lieutenant?"

This man was tall and muscular, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes with an olive skin tone. He has thin lips and high cheekbones with a pronounced jawline. He smirked at me, a mischievous and daring smirk. "Just wondering why someone who hasn't even flown her plane with us is giving us advice. I mean come on, you crashed your plane a couple of months ago it's a wonder why they made you an instructor."

This was a common occurrence in younger male pilots with a god complex. I looked over at hangman with a look of astonishment on my face. Anger was slowly bubbling up in my veins. Hangman seemed to noticed because he gestured towards the pilot with his hands. "Lay into him." He whispered.

I looked back over at the pilot. I saw the name 'Ghost' on his tag. "Ghost, if it were say, Hangman up here saying these things to you, would you even blink twice?"

"Well no," Ghost replied, "Hangman is who we've been flying against."

I walked over to the desk he was sitting at and leaned over it, coming closer to the young pilots face as I braced my arms on the table. "So why am I teaching this Top Gun class and not him?"

Ghost was silent, searching his brain for answers. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Because I'm better." I continued, inching closer to the pilots face. "I'm more efficient, more accurate, I have more confirmed air combat kills. One of which, I made with that plane I crashed."

Ghost raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at the other two pilots around him. I pushed off the desk, now standing at the front of the room and addressing the rest of the pilots indirectly.

"I ran out of flares, guns and missiles and used my plane to eliminate the enemy to save myself and my wingman. I got 2nd degree burns on my back after ejection." The room went silent, you could hear a pin drop in there as everyone held their breath. I squared off my shoulders and tucked my hands behind my back. I stared directly into the deep brown eyes of the man challenging me.

"So please, second guess me and my capabilities again because I would love to have your mediocre ass thrown out of this program."

~~~

I frantically checked the time on my phone while I was finishing putting on my makeup. It was 5:57 and the dinner started at 6:30, the speech at 7. I hummed one of my favorite songs to help keep myself steady while I finished up my eyeliner. There was a knock at the door which I could only assume was Hangman.

"Come in!" I stepped out into the hallway and yelled to the front door before popping back into the bathroom. I heard the front door creak open gently.

"I'm almost ready I promise!" I called. I heard hangman laugh as his heavy footsteps proceeded by the door and into the living room.

"Take your time." He reassured me. Once I was finished with my mascara I jumped across the hallway into the bedroom where a red dress and a pair of shoes I had bought today laid. I slipped them on and looked myself in the mirror.

Red was a good color, I've never seen a woman in a red dress and not liked it. It was classy, sexy, and elegant all wrapped into one. And of course, some black heels to pull the outfit together. I had to admit, it was weird to see myself look like a woman. And not a sweaty mess in a brown scratchy suit.

I walked briskly out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the table where Bradley kept a bowl for keys. I fished out the keys to my mustang and turned to Hangman with a smile. When I looked at him his mouth was slightly agar, eyebrows raised. He looked like a deer in headlights.

"You look really nice." I complimented him on the suit he was wearing. For a last minute rental it fit him very nicely.

"You look... wow. You look amazing." Hangman finally stuttered out. I felt a blush rise to my face, hopeful that he couldn't see it because I was already wearing makeup.

"Thank you." I responded.

Hangman and I made our way out to the car where he insisted on driving despite my persistent protests. I was always nervous about other people driving my car. That car is more important to me than most people. We arrived only one minute before it hit 6:30.

Hangman opened the door for me and offered his arm to me. We walked into the venue with our arms linked. The room was beautiful. Deep, dark woods with large windows that faced the ocean on the south side. The room was filled with old men and their wives and younger adults that were around our age. I tried to stand on my toes to search for Maverick before I finally found him tucked away in the corner.

I let go of hangman's arm and started to make my way through the crowd. He lunged for my hand and grabbed it so he could trail behind me through the crowds. We finally reached Maverick, a look of relief on his face upon seeing us.

"Y/n, thank goodness." He breathed out and embraced me. "Wow you look beautiful." Maverick commented, taking a step back to look at me.

"Thank you."

"Hangman, good to see you. Thank you for coming out to help with the Top Gun class this year." Maverick held out his hand to shake with Hangman.

Hangman shook Mavericks hand and they both clasped each others elbows with smiles. "Any time, I'm happy to help."

"Are you nervous, you look nervous." I commented on Mavericks fidgety hands and shifty eyes. He sighed and looked down at his feet.

"Believe it or not I'm not the best public speaker." 

"Get a couple beers in ya, loosen up a little." Hangman chimed in. Based on mavericks reaction, it looked like he remembered something he forgot. Maverick reached into his pocket and pulled out two paper wristbands. He gestured for me to hold out my hand, which I did and he put the wristband on me.

"These will get you free drinks at the bar." Hangman and I looked at each other in excitement, immediately making our way over to the bar and jumping in line. I got just a simple red merlot and Hangman got a rum and coke.

"So, Maverick being your dad. How's that been?" Hangman asked as we found a tall table in the corner to sit down. The question caught me off guard, I almost forgot that it wasn't a secret anymore. Everybody found out when I went to the hospital.

"It's been good. It's weird going your entire adult life not knowing someone was your father but it's also felt like I've known him forever. We can just talk for hours about anything."

Hangman smiled at me, a smile that I knew to be genuine from him. "That's great. Is he the reason you stayed?"

"Mostly. I forgot how much I loved being at Top Gun so I thought I could work there until I was deployed next."

"Well, I think you're doing a great job. You handled yourself well with that asshole."

I rolled my eyes thinking of the arrogant student from earlier today. "I'm going to enjoy making him suffer."

While hangman and I were laughing, we heard a woman gasp loudly and exclaim "Oh my gosh!" I looked over and saw a middle aged woman looking right at me, dragging her husband behind her. My stomach dropped and my face fell into shock. It was the woman from the restaurant the night of Rooster and I's first date.

"What is it what's wrong?" Hangman leaned over the table and asked quietly. Before I could answer, they were there. The woman extended her arms out and hugged me. It became very clear she had one too many glasses of wine.

"I can't believe you're here!" I responded nervously, glancing over at hangman who looked utterly confused.

"I heard there was a naval pilot speaking tonight and I thought, oh what if our friends from the restaurant are here tonight. Darren thought I was crazy but here you are!"

"You're still crazy, Grace." Darren spoke with a monotoned voice and taking a drink of his beer.

"Hush now." She waved her hand back at her husband dismissively. "So where's your other half?" She asked me while looking around the room. I glanced sideways at Hangman, who seemed confused but uninterested in the conversation.

"Oh Bradley is not here right now. He got deployed out in another mission." I explained.

"Oh my goodness. It just dawned on me we don't know your names." Grace smacked her forehead dramatically in a motion of self punishment.

"So it's Bradley and.." she looked at me expectantly.

"Y/n." I responded.

"Bradley and y/n..." she looked at me expectedly again waiting for a last name.

"My last name or his?" I asked.

"Well his will become your soon won't it?" She winked at me.

"Right." I mumbled in realization of the circumstances in which we met this couple. "Bradshaw."

"Y/n Bradshaw. That sounds nice, hon."

Hangman cleared his throat loudly which caused me to look over at him. "Right, this is our mutual friend, Jake. Him and I  went to Fighter Weapons school together."

Grace held her hand out for Jake to shake. "It is lovely to meet you. I'm grace and this is my husband Darren."

"It's nice to meet you both." Hangman chuckled as he shook both their hands.

Grace leaned over to me to whisper in my ear. "Do all the men in the navy look like this?" She asked. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Only all of my friends." I joked back at her with a wink.

"Between your Fiancé and your friend here maybe I need to join the navy." She joked. This caused the entire group to laugh along.

"Well we should get going. It was great to see you again. Tell Bradley we said hi!"

"I will!" I called to them as they slowly walked away from the conversation. Once they were out of sight, I collapsed myself onto the table top dramatically.

Hangman chuckled at me. "So how do you know them?" He asked.

"I went on that date with Bradley to a restaurant and he fake proposed to me to get a free dessert and that couple ended up covering our entire bill." I explained.

Hangman raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Wow. So they think you two are engaged."

"Yep."

"And the people at the hospital?" He asked. I sighed and shrugged. "I suppose so. He said that so he wouldn't have to go home."

Normally, hangman's face read like an open book. Whatever emotion he was feeling was clearly displayed on his face. In the time I've known him, it's either been mischief or laughter. For a brief moment I could have sworn he looked upset. Sadness, disappointment, jealousy, the moment ended too quick for me to decide which.

He quickly looked down in his lap and then back up at me. "I gotta go make a phone call really quick."

His actions I thought were off and out of  character. I watched him slip out of the door and outside into the evening light. I furrowed my eyebrows together and turned around to give my attention to the front of the room, alone, ready to listen to mavericks speech.

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