english oak tree

List of gender neutral names with meanings and origins:

So, I was going to send this as a message to @oabuckvu, but instead I thought I’d post this here since others may also find it helpful!

A:

Addison- child of Adam- English
Adina- slender- Hebrew
Alby- from Alba- Latin
Ally- friend- English
Ash- ash tree clearing- English
Azra- pure- Israeli
Asa- physician- Hebrew
Arin- enlightened- Hebrew
Arlo- army, hill- old English or barberry tree- Spanish
Avery- elf ruler- English
Alex- defender of mankind- Greek
Arlen- promise, oath- Irish
Ambrose- immortal- Latin
Aspen- tree- English
August- dignity, vulnerable- German

B:

Blaine- yellow- Scottish
Blake- blonde, dark- English
Bryce- swift- Celtic
Brooklyn- broken land- English
Bradley- clearing in a woods- English
Bailey- bailiff- English
Beck- brook, stream- Norse

C:

Chyler- beloved- English
Cody- child of cuidightheach- English
Charlie- charles- English
Chris- christ- English
Coby- supplanter- Latin
Casey- brave- Gaelic
Corin- spear bearer- Irish
Cameron- crooked nose- Scottish
Colby- town, dark- Norse

D:

Dakota- friend- Native American
Devon- poet- Irish
Delaney- descendent of the challenger- Irish
Drew- manly- English
Denham- habitation- English
Dael- knowledge of God- Hebrew
Danny- God has judged- Scottish

E:

Ellis- Jehova is God- Greek
Ellery- from the elder tree island- English
Evan- youth warrior- Irish
Emery- brave, powerful- German
Eden- delight- Hebrew
Ellison- child of elder- English

F:

Farron- iron grey- Anglo Saxon
Freddie- peaceful ruler- German
Frankie- free one- French
Fynn- river in Ghana- African
Finch- bird- English
Flynn- child of red hair- Irish

G:

Gene- well born- English
Gale- cheerful, pleasant- English
Glade- shining- English
Glen- valley- Gaelic

H:

Hollis- Holly tree dweller- English
Harlow- rock, army, hill- English
Halley- lived near a grove- English
Hadley- Heather field- English

I:

Isa- devoted to God- Teutonic
Ives- archers bow- English
Iggy- firey one- English

J:

Juniper- youth producing, evergreen- Latin
Jesse- gift- Hebrew
Jo- God is gracious- English/German/French
Joey- may Jehova add- Hebrew
Jordan- river flow- Macedonian
Jet- black gemstone- German

K:

Kellam- at the ridges- Norse
Kelsey- from the ships island- English
Kendall- royal valley- English
Kai- sea- Hawaii

L:

Logan- hollow- Scottish
Leslie- garden of holly- Scottish
Lee- dweller near the wood- English
Lane- path- English
Luca- bringer of light- Italy
Lirit- poetic- Hebrew
Lex- defender- Greek
Lakota- friends- Siouan

M:

Mattie- strength in battle- German
Morgan- sea defender- English
Misha- God live- Russia
Max- greatest- Latin
Mattise- gift of god- French
Monroe- from the mouth of the river Roe- Irish

N:

Newlyn- from the new spring- Celtic
Noel- Christmas- French
Nicky- victory- English
Nat- gift of god- English
Nova- chases butterfly- Native American

O:

Oakley- from the oak tree meadow- English
Oak- tree- English

P:

Perry- dwells by the pear tree- English
Piper- one who plays the pipe- Scandinavian
Pema- lotus- Tibetan
Puck- unknown meaning- Dutch
Parker- park keeper- English

Q:

Quinn- fifth- Irish
Quinta- fifth- Spanish

R:

Reese- firey- Welsh
Rey- king- Spanish
Reed- red, clearing- English
Rune- secret- Norse
Rue- herb, regret- English
Rain- blessings- American
Riley- dweller by the Rye field- English
River- river- English
Rowan- red- Gaelic
Rory- red king- Gaelic
Ronson- child of ron- English

S:

Sawyer- cuts timber- Celtic
Stevie- crown- English
Shiloh- owner- Hebrew
Sage- wise one- French
Saxon- knife- Teutonic
Sammy- bright sun- Finnish
Scout- to listen- French
Shane- gift from God- Irish

T:

Tex- texas- American
Toni- worthy of praise- Latin
Theo- God given- Greek
Taylor- to cut- French
Tyne- a river in england- English
Tyler- maker of tiles- English
Terry- powerful ruler- English

U:

Umber- shade- French

W:

Wyatt- guide- English
Willow- graceful- English
Wynne- fair- English
Wren- song bird- English

X:

Xen- religious- Japanese

Y:

Yael- mountain goat- Hebrew

Z:

Zen- meditative state- Japanese

~If I don’t see a ribbon ‘round the ole oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree~  

What if Niall planted trees at The Barns for Declan, Ronan, and Matthew each when they where born?

Like sure, Ronan has his blue flowers and blue petals and they all have the dreamt food trees, but what if Niall planted dream trees for each of them? As connected to Celtic traditions and mythologies as he was, it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch.

For Declan, a hawthorn tree. The first tree Niall dreams, very traditional. Aurora would often use the leaves for treating scrapes and cuts, but when she cut the flowering branches in spring, it would weep a deep red sap.

For Ronan, a blackthorn. A warrior’s wood. Blue flowers would bloom all spring summer long, but fade through fall to reveal nasty thorns. However, like the bush, the winter berries would be sweetest after the hardest frost. The fireflies especially like to swarm in Ronan’s tree at night.

For Matthew, perhaps a pine. Light in nature, extremely flexible, and handsome all year round. When the wind blows through the branches, it sounds like laughter.

For Aurora, instead of a tree there are bushes and bushes of roses, all unique and strange and beautiful.

As Ronan rebuilds the Barns and dreams a new Cabeswater, eventually he plants new things for all the people he loves best.

First, a willow tree for Noah full of lights that rain gold glitter when the branches sway in the wind. And then a garden of new roses and flowers for Aurora. Opal gets to decide where each bush or plant goes and chatters away to Ronan about what each one does as they’re planting. She excitedly watches them throughout the year, showing Ronan each new dream feature, just as he might have done once. 

Then, a tree for Gansey. A cypress for the king. It grows strong and tall, crowning above all the others. It gives off a feeling of old magic and possibility, and smells like mint and old books and earth.

Blue will always have her beech tree, but he plants a maple tree for her right next to Gansey’s. Like Blue, the tree goes through a growth spurt with each new visited place, the leaves changing into brilliant shades like galaxies. At the darkest point of the night, small star-lights twinkle in the branches. 

Eventually there’s an alder tree for Henry. As time goes by it’s obvious that the grove was incomplete without it. It fills out the space in a way that makes all the trees even more verdant and lovely, and to not have it there would be inconceivable. The best tree for happy moments and contemplation.

And finally, a tree for Adam. A special English oak. The most intuitive tree, it often reflects the seasons of Cabeswater 2.0 despite being far away. It offers the most to discover, producing acorns that they later discover are a whole new species of tree. Ronan’s dream creatures flock to the branches and can often be found nesting in the branches or sleeping at the base. Opal likes to sit under this tree in particular and pretend to chat to Adam about all the new things she’s learned. She swears he can hear her, and when they all talk on the phone later, Ronan finds Adam subconsciously knows exactly what to ask her about. When Ronan misses Adam the most, he’ll sit at the base of the tree. Often the roots will shift to hold him just so as if Adam were there. The three of them have leather bracelets with wooden charms carved from the branches. Anytime they think of one another, the wood warms to the touch, like a kiss to the wrist or a calming pulse. 

Once it’s complete, the grove becomes a spot for special moments between all of them. It’s where Gansey and Blue and Henry share their best road trip stories, where Declan and Matthew and Ronan remember their parents and each other, where Adam and Ronan talk about what’s beyond Henrietta and Singer’s Falls. It becomes a space for truth and possibility and happiness and being whole, wholly loved.

There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns;
And there he blasts the tree and takes the cattle
And makes milch-kine yield blood and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner:
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Received and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
—  The Merry Wives of Windsor  Act 4, Scene 4
Don’t Dream It’s Over


Request/Summary: Can you write a Steve x Reader imagine based on the songs “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane and “Don’t Dream It’s Over” by Dream House? I LOVE your work! ( @stantasticstan )

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: angst, sadness

A/N: These are my favorite songs omg. I decided to only surround this fic with Somewhere Only We Know so I won’t confuse you guys with the lyrics so yep. // I didn’t cry while writing this?? what are u talking about??????

(italics = flashbacks)


“We’ve been asked whether "Somewhere Only We Know” is about a specific place, and Tim has been saying that, for him, or us as individuals, it might be about a geographical space, or a feeling; it can mean something individual to each person, and they can interpret it to a memory of theirs… It’s perhaps more of a theme rather than a specific message… Feelings that may be universal, without necessarily being totally specific to us, or a place, or a time…”

-Richard Hughes, drummer for Keane.




Rain fell from the gloomy skies of Brooklyn. The droplets of water trickled down the rough material of Steve’s jacket as he walked through the streets of this quiet night in the city. He pushed his hands in his pockets, playing with the pencil he brought. His breath freezing as he let out air through his mouth and nose.

He needed to breathe. He needed to think. He needed to clear his mind and get out for once, which is what he decided to do. He had a particular destination he had to go to.

Steve felt lonely for the first time in months. Yes, he was lonely for 70 years since the 40s but you were the one who use to give him life. Gave him a reason to live rather than to just protect the country he loved, but you were long gone.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

September 10, 2015.

Steve and the others sat in the common room of the tower. His teammates sat in front of the television as he paced back and forth in front of the set.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Steve.” Natasha assured. The others nodded, but Steve shook his head. He knew they were lying and he knew that they didn’t know what happened to you.

“Nat, if she was alright, she’d be here, with us, right now in this very room. But she’s not.” Steve spoke harshly. Shutting his mouth, he watched as the news turned on.

“New York citizen, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has been missing for what has been a week since today. Police have now gathered a search party for the missing girl and will need the help of earth’s mightiest heroes, the Avengers.”

Steve froze in his spot. His breathing stopped and his heart felt like it lost its beats within seconds. Trembling, he turned to the others who had the same expressions on their faces. He clenched his jaw as he began to feel tears built up in his eyes.

“Where could she have gone?” Tony asked as he shook his head in disbelief.

No one knew where you were. Everything was fine until two weeks ago. The tower was filled with laughter and praise until you vanished. It was like your soul disappeared from everyone else’s. You didn’t argue with anyone, no one ever predicted that there might have been a fight with you and Steve, causing you to leave, but that wasn’t the case.

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

-

Steve shook his head, continuing to walk on the empty pathway of Greenwood. He often blamed your disappearance on himself since there was no one else to blame. Maybe it was hydra who took you, maybe it was one of his many enemies he had made throughout the years. - No. That wouldn’t be possible. They would’ve said something. A message. Wouldn’t they?

The rain soon turned into light drizzles on Steve’s jacket, sighing in relief as he took his hood off. He stood outside of the desired place he was about to enter, admiring the beautiful brown gates, as the view sent a light shiver down his spine.

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

October  14, 2015

“The body of one (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has been found in upstate New York, under an english oak tree near the Avengers tower. No wombs on the body of any sort, but doctors have concluded the woman’s death as unsolved.”

Steve heard the news when he was in the kitchen, trying to ignore the sound while sitting at the table, but once he heard your name, he shattered. Clasping his hand over his mouth, he dropped to the floor and slid down the glass wall in tears. 

His hearing was muffled. Ringing filled his ears as Natasha rushed to his side, pulling him in a warm embrace. He clung to her as Sam came in, kneeling to his height to try and talk him through his panic.

“I’m sorry, Steve.” was all he got from Sam before he was helped to his room.

-

Building up the courage, he walked through the brown gates, walking to the right dirt path. He looked up at his surroundings. Pale, stone, marble and concrete.

He never thought he’d be here again. It was the last place he’d be, quite frankly, but he knew he had to do something before he left.

Walking up the pathways and through the trees, he fumbled with the left over paper he had in his pocket. After his long walk, he finally reached his destination. Sitting down on the bench, he took a seat and smiled. He couldn’t help it.

Steve looked to his side. “It’s nice to see you again, doll.” He chuckled. Draping his arm over the bench, he sighed out. “I never thought I’d be here again, if I’m being honest. I was afraid you wouldn’t want to see me again.”

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

“Things are going well at the tower. Not the same, but it’s getting there.” Steve nodded. “We have two new recruits, though. Peter and Scott. They’re pretty cool. You’d love them - maybe you should stop by and visit us sometime. Tower is pretty quiet without you, hun.”

He could feel your smile and could practically see it. He smiled when he visioned it again, then his expression soon subsided. Clearing his throat, he looked forward again. “I miss you, you know? I just wish you’d talk to me more. We’re all trying to push through, even though sometimes we wanna quit, you know?”

Silence took up the moment between the two of you as the winds blew through the trees. “Remember that time when my bug crashed in the middle of the street and you had to help me push it back and get it to work?” He asked as he smiled at the memory. “I walked by almost the exact same car yesterday, it was even the same shade of blue. It reminded me of when you got mad at me for ruining your dress with the oil but still insisted on keeping the car because you wanted something to remember me by.” He laughed.

That story was true. You felt your lips tug in a smile, and so did he.

“Well, I actually fixed the car not too long ago. Not too shabby anymore, you think?” He said. “It did break down at the airport though when I went with Sam and Buck.”

Steve took his pencil out of his pocket, twisting it in his fingers. “I never finished that drawing of you when we first met, even though I promised I would the next day, but you know. You remember that story.” He said.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just waiting.” He decided he was running out of things to say and thought that you’d want a moment of peace of quiet. Nodding, he stood from his seat, but still faced you. Drumming his pencil on the bark of the tree, he ran his fingers along the rough edges.

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?

“Steve?” A voice called from behind him. He tilted his head just enough to see the person who spoke but never met their eyes. He stood with his hands in his pockets again, then felt a warm hand on his shoulder and chest. “Hey baby.”

“Hi.” he said, tilting his head so it rested on the persons blonde hair. “Sorry, I’m..I’m just finishing up.” He nodded.

“Alright. No rush.” The person smiled as they stepped away.

Steve bent down to your level. Pulling out the paper he had in his pocket, he unfolded the brown paper and stuck it in between your flowers. “I actually finished the drawing. Thought I’d finish that story.” He said. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to them and then pressed his fingers onto the bold letters of your cold name. “Goodbye, doll.“

He finally stood again, sighing. Walking to the person who was waiting for him, he gave them an assured smile. Holding his arm out, she linked their arms together and began to walk away.

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

You watched the two of them walk away. He didn’t know that you’d respond to everything he would say, since he couldn’t hear you through the separate ends of your worlds. With every step he took, you would take them with him and he wouldn’t notice. You’d sit with him when he had your daily talks and even followed him to the tower sometimes.

This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know

But he wouldn’t know because you were gone.