#ruth singer

[espressoristretto-patronum]

Personal and most likely unpopular opinions:

- Sebastian Sallow is a walking red flag (maybe I will write a complete essay about it lol) and I don't like him at all. And not only a bad friend to us, but especially to Ominis!

- Even if my absolute ship is MC x Poppy, I don't understand why Natty is so underrated and why people prefer Seb.

- Poppy's quests are the absolute best. No further comments.

- Amit Thakkar is a cutie! And Sirona Ryan is a badass! They both deserve more appreciation!

- Ruth Singer is sus AF

- And now the most unpopular ship ever. Imelda x Poppy? Lovely. Imelda x MC? Also lovely. Imelda x Garreth? Cute. But what about... Imelda x Natty? I don't know why, they remind me of Nadine and Chloe of the Uncharted series and I find them lovely together! Also, Imelda is a bottom!

Thanks for coming to my HL Ted Talk. And remember, they're just my personal opinions!

[expecto-kedavra]

The Healer pt. 4 (Final part)

Lol this is a lot more than the original ask but have fun 🤣

Pt. 3

Pt. 2

Pt. 1

warning: little bit of torture, grief, child abuse, dyin

"What? Why would she take Sebastian? And how did she even know we were here?" Imelda fired off. "I don't know..but it was her. I'm sure of it." My response was bitter. Officer Singer and I did NOT like each other. I always had a disdain for authority, but she was different. She was useless, and barely did her job. I thought back to last year, when Natty and I constantly provided her with enough evidence to take down Harlow and Rookwood. As Natty lay writhing in pain after she intercepted Harlow's Cruciatus curse, I walked up to Singer. "This is your fault." I had told her. I accompanied Professor Onai back to the castle. After that, I ignored Singer entirely. I always felt her eyes on me. "Where do we go? We need to find him!" Ominis was practically hyperventilating. I put my hand on his shoulder and breathed deeply, and he followed suit. I looked to Imelda, her brow furrowed as she thought. "Well, she'll probably avoid public places, especially those with Muggles." she paced back and forth. "It'd be somewhere concealed, but not obvious. But obvious enough to NOT be obvious." I looked at Ominis as we listened to her. He was clearly confused. "Where would that be? She could have taken him anywhere!" he said with a huff. "Which is what she would WANT us to think..." Detective Imelda continued. I thought desperately, looking around. Then I froze. "Imelda, you're a genius." I kissed her cheek. "Okay yeah, I know. But why?" she said. She followed my gaze and gasped. "It's perfect. Big Ben." The three of us stared at the massive clock tower. "Okay, it's worth a look." Ominis admitted. "But we can't just barge in." Very true. "I know! We'll blend in!" I said as I pushed my two friends into a nearby alley. I took out my wand, and transfigured our clothes into those of maintenance workers. "Brilliant!" Imelda said, beaming at her dirty and rugged uniform. Ominis was less happy about the change. As he came from a life of luxury, he'd never worn this sort of garb. Oh well. He'll get over it.

We walked into the Tower and made our way up the stairs, when a guard stopped us. "What do you kids think you're doing?" He said gruffly. He was quite ugly, with a broken nose and a terrible patchy blonde beard. "Here to check the gears." I said plainly. 'There's no record of any repairs needed." Patchy said his beady black eyes glinting as he looked between the three of us. "Well, we got a request from the supervisor of this place, said something is wrong with the inner workings." I retorted. I tried to mask my nervousness. "I'm the supervisor." He said, and took a step closer to me. He smelled horrendous. Well, I was stuck. I opened my mouth to try and muster another weak excuse, but was interrupted. "Imperio!" Imelda whispered. "We are here to fix things, you buffoon." "Imelda!" Ominis said through gritted teeth, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. "What? He was getting on my nerves." She defended. "You...are here to fix things." Patchy McStinky said, dazed. "Yes. Also, your hat is stupid." she said, holding her head high. "And my hat is stupid."

We continued up until we heard whispers from a small closet. We ducked under some support beams, and listened. "You made a mistake coming here." I clenched my jaw as I recognized Ruth Singer's voice. We each fell under the guise of Disillusionment, and creeped closer. The room was fairly large, and seemed to be the last floor looking up at all the massive gears. It was lit by several lanterns along the walls, and the sunlight that made its way through the face of the clock. "Grhmph." Sebastian had been gagged and tied to a chair. "I knew it." I whispered. I wanted to rush in and unload every curse I knew at the officer. "I know why you're here. I've been tracking your owl's for weeks, you, your 'heroic' friend, and the Gaunt as well." I growled as I heard her mocking tone when she said "heroic." I've done more for the Wizarding World than she could ever dream of. "I know they will come for you. And when they do, I'll kill you. All." At that moment, another person apparated into the room. I recognized the garb of an Ashwinder. He was tall and bald had a large mole on the back of his head .He wore a green mask on his face that matched his vest, with an embroidered graphorn on the back. I knew Singer was working with them...it all made sense. I made a mental note to tell Natty. He had someone with him, but I couldn't tell who. Their head was covered with a bag, and they were putting up quite the fight. "I found er." Mole Head said. "Good." Singer conjured another chair, and tied them to it. Mole Head moved behind Singer and leaned against the wall. Singer removed the bag, and the three of us gasped.

"Anne..." Ominis whispered. "What do you want?!" Anne yelled, her eyes fiery and her tone bitter. Then she realized who she was next to. "Sebastian..." she said softly. Her expression softened for a moment, then hardened and she looked back at Singer and Mole Head. "I want you dead." the corrupt officer said plainly. "Your brother mainly, but once I learned he was coming to see you with some friends, well, I decided that the more the merrier." She let out a cruel laugh. "What do you mean? I haven't spoken to him in ages." Anne spat. I saw the pain in Sebastian's bruised face. "He killed my uncle." Singer walked up to Sebastian and struck him, hard across the face. "Yes. And that's why you will die." Ominis moved to attack, but I held him back. We needed to know more of her motives. "Solomon Sallow was a good man. He helped me with a good many things in his time as an Auror, and afterwards." Singer walked around the twins, and placed her hands on their shoulders. I looked at Ominis and Imelda, confused. "He put away so many innocent people for the Ashwinders. Some in Azkaban, some in the ground." "No. He wouldn't! He was an honest man!" Anne cried. Singer ignored her. "He was strong. Most men wouldn't have what it takes to kill their own brother. But he didn't even waver." I gasped. Once again, it all made sense. The lamps "malfunction", the twins parents...the lack of support for Anne and Sebastian's pleas that he investigate the goblins..he was corrupt...he was a dark wizard.

"NO!" Anne screamed. Sebastian grunted loudly. Tears ran down both of their cheeks. "He didn't...he wouldn't..." Anne trailed off. "He wouldn't, wah wah wah." Officer Singer mocked. She struck Anne. "Foolish girl. Your dear uncle was not the man you thought. He contacted me as he left to the Feldcroft Catacomb. He was worried you would find the truth. By the time I arrived, I was too late. I only heard this brat and his friend speaking of what had happened." She was there...when Sebastian taught me the Killing Curse. "You are an ignorant girl. I wanted to inflict as much pain as I could onto your foolish brother. Now, I can." she raised her wand. "Crucio!" The red lightning hit Sebastian in the chest, and he writhed in pain. I could watch no longer. "Accio!" I summoned both twins and both chairs over to our hiding spot, and stepped out of the shadows to confront the arrogant and corrupt witch. "So, there you are. Once we're done here, I'll take you to the Headmistress. She'll be heartbroken to learn that you'll spend the rest of your days in Azkaban...the Killing Curse is illegal you know." Her empty threats did not scare me. "Confringo!" I bellowed, and the duel began.

Ashwinders started to appear from all around me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ominis ferociously casting at Mole Head, screaming in anger. Imelda summoned her broom and zipped around the room, avoiding curses and firing off her own. "You helped me quite a bit when you defeated Rookwood." she said, casting diffindo at me. "I will be the new leader of the Ashwinders." I rolled under her cast, and fired off three blasts of ancient-magic fuelled fire. "You'll be in Azkaban, bitch." I furiously fought, throwing all manner of hexes, jinxes, and curses at her, emptying out all the frustration and pain she caused me and my friends. My vision blurred, and as she faltered, I grew stronger. She mistimed her bombarda, and I countered with stupefy. She flew back. I took a breath and quickly checked on my friends. Ominis had knocked out Mole Head. Imelda was corkscrewing through curses that ended up hitting the comrades of the casters. Sebastian and Anne had freed themselves, and were standing back to back, dispatching the bandits as soon as they appeared. They were finished. "Expelliarmus!" My wand flew from my hand. I had lingered on my allies for too long. "Flipendo!" I felt my feet flip into the air, and I landed on my back. I heard my friends cries, but they were too busy defending themselves. "You brat. Did you think you could win?" She raised her wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The words rang out into the hot air. I was alive. Singer collapsed to the ground, a look of shock on her face. I looked behind me, to my savior. Anne Sallow stood, wand leaking trails of green. The rest of the straggling Ashwinders disappeared, defeated. I stood. "Anne.." Sebastian began, but she tackled him with tearful hug. "Now we're even." she said. They sobbed into each other. Sebastian didn't kill their uncle, he killed the murderer of their parents and many others, many of them innocent. "You guys are crazy." Imelda said as she landed next to me. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked. "Ouch! Of course not. Besides, I used an Unforgivable too, remember?" she said, punching me in the shoulder. Fair enough. "Thank you for coming. I enjoy spending time with you." I confessed. "And I with you." she responded, and we both blushed. We laced our hands together and made our way over to the three friends. Anne was examining Ominis' eyes. "Incredible." she marvelled. "You're so lovely, Anne." Ominis said, tracing Anne's cheek with his fingers. "Oh, stop." Anne looked down with a smile, leaning into his hand. "Yes, please, stop." Sebastian said with an exaggerated gag. We laughed. "Now that that's over, shall we return to the Room?" I said. "Which Room?" Anne said, puzzled. "Oh, you don't know!" Sebastian clapped his head to his forehead. "The Room of Requirement! MC found it." Anne seemed impressed. "Well then, let's go." "Wait, the body..." Imelda said. "Ah. Right." Anne grimaced. "I guess we could burn it? Or do we think up a way to lie about it?" We all sat and thought. "AHH!" We forgot about Mole Head. He turned to run, but we were too quick. "Accio" He flew towards Sebastian. "Perhaps this one can be of help."

With a bit of extra convincing, Mole Head agreed to report Officer Singer to the Ministry, for immunity and forgiveness of prior crimes. Her death was to be listed as murder, but from an Ashwinder she got into a dispute with. We settled that, and returned to Hogwarts. We floo flamed into the Room. Anne was in awe, staring at the books flying around, and the many other decorations I had adorned the space with. "Oh welcome back!" a small voice said. It was Deek. "Deek will make some tea." He paused when he saw Anne. "Hello, Miss! How would you like your tea?" Deek asked with a bow. "One sugar and lots of cream. Thank you sir." Anne responded with a curtsy. Deek straightened, and happily walked away, whispering 'sir' to himself.

"Are you ready? It's going to hurt." I said, handing Anne the small vial. She took a deep breath. "I'm ready." And she drank the potion. Almost instantly, she dropped to the floor, breathing heavily. Darkness poured out of her as she screamed, writhing in pain. Sebastian held her close, crying as she did, telling her it will all be okay. Imelda had to turn away. Ominis closed his eyes. I placed my hand on Sebastian's shoulder. Soon, the screams subsided and Anne sat up. "It's gone...the pain is gone!" She embraced Sebastian, then me, then Ominis, then Imelda. "Good! Because we need beaters. The two of you would be perfect!" Imelda beamed. We laughed. "First, we need to speak with Professor Weasley. Tell her I need to be caught up on last year." And we did. It was strange, not being the one with extra assignments. Of course I offered the Room to Anne, and the four of us helped her with all she needed to get caught up.

Several months later, we all sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, enjoying dinner. "It's a good thing you're smart, Anne." Imelda praised. "I'd hate having to catch up on a whole year and a half of school." I grunted in agreement, my mouth full of pudding. "Yeah, Sebastian could never do that." Ominis laughed, "Hey!" Sebastian said, throwing a green bean at Ominis. We all laughed. We headed to the common room, laughing and enjoying each other's company. As the sun went down, and everyone began to return to their dormitory, I lingered behind with Imelda. I had started courting her, and we were definitely the Slytherin power couple. "You know, it seems that something crazy just has to happen to me every year." I said with a sigh. She laughed and kissed my cheek. "I can't wait to see what happens next year. You'll end up fighting a bitter Professor Black, hell-bent on returning to Hogwarts." We laughed at the very thought. "Oh dear, don't even say that." I said jokingly. Just to be safe, I knocked on the wooden table next to where we were standing. I gave her a kiss goodnight and returned to my room. Sebastian was already snoring, and Ominis already drooling into his pillow. I laughed at them. "Yes, I wonder what next year will bring." I said to myself. I drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of a giant Puffskein, waging war on Hogwarts. Hopefully it wasn't a sign of things to come, but at this point, I wouldn't be shocked.

[saisons-en-enfer]

I am small but in your arms You are colder in your heart I am worthless in your arms But you offer this protection no one else has given me

[not-enough-fandoms]

I would pay good money for members of the Supernatural cast to record meditations either in character or as themselves.

[i4brience]

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[newyorkthegoldenage]

Guitar player in Washington Square Park, 1949.

Photo: Ruth Orkin via orkinphoto.com

[thedalatribune]

© Paolo Dala

The Uninvited Singer

Several years ago, Ruth Anna Metzger was asked to sing at a wedding in Seattle. [That's where she lives. It was a very upscale wedding.] One of the wealthiest families in the city had a daughter who was getting married and Ruth Anna considered it a great honor to be chosen to be the soloist. She was particularly excited because the wedding reception was to be held on the top of two floors of the Columbia Center, which is the tallest building in the Northwest. The whole event was very exclusive and Ruth Anna couldn't help thinking about how much fun it would be to go there with Roy, her husband.

After the wedding, Ruth Anna and Roy drove to the beautiful facility and approached the reception desk, they watched, as the Maître d', who was decked out in the blended tuxedo admitted and introduced the guests and ushered them toward the luscious hors d'oeuvres and exotic beverages.

About that time, the bride and groom approached a beautiful glass staircase leading to the top floor, and someone ceremoniously cut a satin ribbon draped across the bottom of the stairs and announced that the wedding feast was about to begin.

As Roy and Ruth Anna approached the top of the stairs, the Maître d' asked him, "May I have your name, please?"

And she said, "l am Ruth Anna Metzger, and this is my husband Roy."

And then Maître d' searched through the listings in the book, and he looked again, he asked Ruth Anna to spell her name, and he searched again.

Finally, he looked and said, "I'm sorry, but your name isn't here."

"Oh, there's got to be a mistake." Ruth Anna said, "I'm the singer. I sang for the wedding.

And the man said "It doesn't matter who you are or what you did, without your name in the book, you can't come to the banquet..."

And he motioned to a waiter and said, show these people to the service elevator.

The Metzgers were unceremoniously ushered past all of the beautiful tables laden with shrimp and smoked salmon and carved ice. They passed the orchestra, and the musicians were always splendid in white tuxedos... past all the guests and the opulence of the moment, and the waiter took them to the service elevator, ushered them in, and pushed "G" for "Parking Garage".

The Metzgers were stunned to find themselves out or the street, driving home in silence, somewhere along the way...

Roy looked over and asked, "Sweetheart, what happened?"

She said, "Well Roy, when the invitation arrived, I was very busy. I never bothered to return without returning the RSVP."

Then as Ruth Anna later recalled, she started to cry. Not only because she had missed the most lavish banquet which she'd ever been invited to, but because she suddenly had a small taste of what it would be like someday, for people as they stand before Christ and find their names missing from the 'Lamb's Book of Life'.

And you see, for you to get your name in the 'Lamb's Book of Life', you have to make the reservation. You have to respond to the invitation. You have to RSVP. To God, you have to accept Jesus Christ as your Savior... If you don't do that, just like here, it won't make any difference.

You know, in the Bible, there's a picture of this where they come before the Lord and say: "Lord, haven't we done wonderful works in your name? Haven't we done all of these wonderful things?"

And Jesus will say to them: "Depart from me because I never knew you."

Have you made your reservation? Are you ready to go to heaven? Here's what you must do: You must confess your sin You must tell the Lord that you know you have failed him and you're a sinner.

You say, well, "I'm not gonna do that. I'm not gonna be humble."

If you won't do that, you can't be safe...

But you don't have to stay that way because if you will say: "Lord Jesus, I know. I'm a sinner. I know I need to be saved. Please come and forgive me of my sin."

He will come and take up his residence within you, and you will be in heaven.

David Jeremiah A Great Day

[on-my-way-to-wonderland]

one day i want to photograph lauren ruth ward

[betweenthelinesevents]

Ruth O’Brien

Calling all cat lovers! If you enjoy the company of cats and people who feel like a ray of sunshine on a cold winter’s day, you’ll love Ruth O’Brien. Ruth has been in the music industry for a long time; writing for BMA magazine, running social enterprise Upbeat CBR, mentoring musicians and of course, performing her own original songs. Ruth has played at some notable events such as the National Folk Festival and Australia Day. Through every performance, she brings such grace and joy to the stage and I can tell you that she’s just as lovely off stage too. Ruth finds musical influence from Australian artists such as Kate Miller-Heidke, Jen Cloher and Katie Noonan. She has tones of jazz, soul, pop, folk and classical music in her original songs and aims to write in a way that can connect people from all walks of life. Ruth recently released her 2nd EP ‘Songs for Abby’ which is a collection of tracks dedicated to her cats. This EP shows an intimate view into the relationship she has with her fur babies; the good, the bad and all the funny moments in between. Overall, it’s a refreshing, light-hearted EP which is gentle to listen to and has many stand-out moments. It shines a light on the mischievous things cats do and why we love them so much. The song ‘Love vs Hate’ is about her cat knocking objects off edges leading to smashed items on the floor. ‘She Is’ showcases how cats will wake you up at any time of the day/night without a care for the human body clock. ‘Allergic To You’ sounds like a dark and mysterious love song but it’s the story of Ruth bringing her cat home and learning the logistics of living with allergies. Every cat owner can relate that no matter how many crazy things a cat does, you love them all the same and that your life is truly better with them in it. And if you’re not into cats, maybe this collection of songs can allow you to understand how cat people live. Is Ruth O’Brien our new cat queen? You tell me! Listen to her EP and join the cat loving army now.

Connect with Ruth: https://linktr.ee/ruthmvobrien 

[klaudia38263]

[dreamboundedstar]

Wanted to share this before the winter season was over because it gives me heavy winter vibes (probably because it mentions winter in the song XD) Other than Winter vibes it gives me heavy Zekina vibes. I hope my sharing it inspires someone to do something involving Zeke and Tina in it. lol

[expecto-kedavra]

Harlow’s Last Stand

[saisons-en-enfer]

Who else is going to love someone like me, that’s marked for death? Who else is going to be with me when i breathe at all? Who else would ever take your place and hold and keep me safe? Who else would ever stay?

[concubuck]

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Have 3 on me!!

Bottoms up! 13 drinks down!

I never saw Babe Ruth play baseball, but I did see him perform in a vaudeville show. He was a terrible singer.

I've been doing drag since 1920. Is what I do now "drag"? I'm not sure. You'd have to tell me, I only do it for fun. Did it for fun. Do.

I heard in some program that there's a gene that controls how bitter you think black coffee and red wine are! If you can't stand the stuff, you must have the gene. If that's the case, I don't have the gene. 

[von-vom]

[eggmeralda]

I wish I was able to explain the concept of ruth a lot better bc then I could be like "this is a ruth moment" "progressing onto the next stage of the ruth arc" etc and everyone would know what I mean