#Aunt Ruth!

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Emily of New Moon

Emily could not understand why Mr. Carpenter would smile amiably and say, “Very good” when Neddy Gray rattled off a speech glibly, without any expression whatever, and then rage at Perry and denounce him as a dunce and a nincompoop, by gad, because he had failed to give just the proper emphasis on a certain word, or had timed his gesture a fraction of a second too soon.

Neither could she understand why he made red pencil corrections all over her compositions and rated her for split infinitives and too lavish adjectives and strode up and down the aisle and hurled objurgations at her because she didn’t know “a good place to stop when she saw it, by gad,” and then told Rhoda Stuart and Nan Lee that their compositions were very pretty and gave them back without so much as a mark on them. Yet, in spite of it all, she liked him more and more as time went on and autumn passed and winter came with its beautiful bare-limbed trees, and soft pearl-grey skies that were slashed with rifts of gold in the afternoons, and cleared to a jewelled pageantry of stars over the wide white hills and valleys around New Moon.

Emily shot up so that winter that Aunt Laura had to let down the tucks in her dresses. Aunt Ruth, who had come for a week’s visit, said she was outgrowing her strength—consumptive children always did.

“I am not consumptive,” Emily said. “The Starrs are tall,” she added, with a touch of subtle malice hardly to be looked for in near-thirteen.

Aunt Ruth, who was sensitive in regard to her dumpiness, sniffed.

“It would be well if that were the only thing in which you resemble them,” she said. “How are you getting on in school?”

“Very well. I am the smartest scholar in my class,” answered Emily composedly.

“You conceited child!” said Aunt Ruth.

“I’m not conceited.” Emily looked scornful indignation. “Mr. Carpenter said it and he doesn’t flatter. Besides, I can’t help seeing it myself.”

“Well, it is to be hoped you have some brains, because you haven’t much in the way of looks,” said Aunt Ruth. “You’ve no complexion to speak of—and that inky hair around your white face is startling. I see you’re going to be a plain girl.”

“You wouldn’t say that to a grown-up person’s face,” said Emily with a deliberate gravity which always exasperated Aunt Ruth because she could not understand it in a child. “I don’t think it would hurt you to be as polite to me as you are to other people.”

“I’m telling you your faults so you may correct them,” said Aunt Ruth frigidly.

“It isn’t my fault that my face is pale and my hair black,” protested Emily. “I can’t correct that.”

[tenshichan1013]

tangled the series series bible 5 of 8

[misscromwellsmonocle]

"Aunty Mary and her friend Ruth" (1910)

[swingingthehatchetnow]

Group therapy session (because they need it):

Lex: so yeah. Turns out this eldritch spider wasn’t an imaginary friend and was, in fact a horror beyond human comprehension who was very nice and tried to protect me and my sister.

Pete, under his breath: I wish the goat bastard was like that.

Therapist: Pete, care to elaborate?

Pete: It’s nothing. Just a goat monster that only my brother and I can see. He’s obsessed with Ted. Laughs too much.

Richie: My monster laughs too. But it’s less of a laugh-laugh, more of a fucked up giggle.

Therapist:

Therapist:

Therapist: okay, raise your hand if you or anyone in your family can see an ‘eldritch horror’ that nobody else can see

Lex: *raises hand*

Pete: *raises hand*

Richie: *raises hand*

Ruth: *raises hand*

Grace: *raises hand* my aunt Jeri saw him first but now I see him too

Alice: *raises hand* he never stops singing

Therapist:

Therapist: okay so let’s process that…

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[lillipad72]

Emily of New Moon Book Club ~~ First Time Reading

Chapter 3: A Hop out of Kin, Part 2

These are my quite belated opinions on the introductions of the Murrays that I said were coming last night, but life caught up to me!

Uncle Wallace

"he was black and grim and ugly, with frowning bristly brows and a stern, unpitying mouth. He had big pouches under his eyes, and carefully-trimmed black side-whiskers"

Uncle Wallace does not come across as pleasant at all in Emily's description of him. All of his actions are described as 'cold' as well. It is also implied at the end of his introduction that he is not super sharp because he can not think of something to say to Emily, though it could also be due to his surprise.

2. Aunt Eva

"Aunt Eva was sitting huddled up in a shawl...She shook hands with Emily and said nothing."

Aunt Eva is giving us a whole lot of nothing. I guess I give her points for not being awful, but those points are then taken away for doing the bare minimum which can be taken as rude.

3. Uncle Oliver

"He was big and fat and rosy and jolly-looking"

Now, Uncle Oliver is giving us something to work with here. He seems like a fun guy, but Emily, in her anxiety, takes his joke as a slight. Bonus points for him though because he doesn't take offense to her offense. So far, a favorite!

4. Aunt Addie

"She gave Emily's cold hand a nice, gentle squeeze. 'How are you, dear?' she said"

She is giving the most of them all so far, but that could be because she is only a Murray by marriage (I think at least, I could be wrong!). But she seems to understand how children work, especially when they need some kindness. Uncle Oliver + Aunt Addie are so far winning

5. Aunt Ruth

"She knew the cold, gray eyes, the prim, dull brown hair, the short, stout figure, the thin, pinched, merciless mouth."

Oh, I thought Uncle Wallace's introduction was rough...I got to Aunt Ruth's, and it was worse. She not only insults Emily but also her recently deceased father, hope her pride feels better after that low blow. But...because she sounds so horrible I feel an eventual redemption coming at some point. But right now she is in dead last place.

6. Cousin James Murray

Not a super good quote for him, but he seems nice, he will probably become a nice companion for Emily! He is in the positive but I haven't seen enough to get a full opinion. Just remembered that he does stand up for Emily later one so yah for him!

7. Aunt Laura

"It was her eyes that won Emily. They were such round blue, blue eyes. One never quite got over the shock of their blueness. And when she spoke it was in a beautiful, soft voice."

Aunt Laura for the win! She seems so sweet and lovely, and I know she and Emily will get along great, especially after she sneaks the cat in, but I have a feeling our next person will control Aunt Laura and stop her from showing fondness to Emily.

8. Aunt Elizabeth

"Her eyes, though steel-blue, were as cold as Aunt Ruth's and her long thin mouth was compressed severely."

Our foil to Aunt Laura at New Moon is Aunt Elizabeth, who seems more like Aunt Ruth than anybody else. Like I said I feel that she will control Aunt Laura but I also think that eventually she will come to love Emily as well!

Okay those were my thoughts to all the Murray introductions! Better late than never! Tomorrow I will post about both chapters four and five so I get back on track!

[thedreadvampy]

look how fucking small this baby is

(believe it or not she is Three Entire Months Old)

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[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Ursula Curtis - The Forbidden Garden - Ace - 1969

[emmynominees]

glenne headly as aunt ruth in bastard out of carolina

primetime emmy award nominee for outstanding supporting actress in a limited series or movie

[alwayschasingrainbows]

I would love to read about Ruth Dutton's (nee Murray's) childhood and youth... especially, given this situation:

"Ruth Murray," he [Jimmy] said, "do you remember the story that got around forty years ago about you and Fred Blair? Do you?"

Aunt Ruth pushed back her chair. Cousin Jimmy followed her.

"Do you remember that you were caught in a scrape that looked far worse than this? Didn't it?"

Again poor Aunt Ruth pushed back her chair. Again Cousin Jimmy followed.

"Do you remember how mad you were because people wouldn't believe you? But your father believed you—he had confidence in his own flesh and blood. Hadn't he?"

Aunt Ruth had reached the wall by this time and had to surrender at discretion.

"I—I—remember well enough," she said shortly.

Her cheeks were a curdled red. Emily looked at her interestedly. Was Aunt Ruth trying to blush? Ruth Dutton was, in fact, living over some very miserable months in her long past youth. When she was a girl of eighteen she had been trapped in a very ugly situation. And she had been innocent—absolutely innocent. She had been the helpless victim of a most impish combination of circumstances. Her father had believed her story and her own family had backed her up. But her contemporaries had believed the evidence of known facts for years—perhaps believed it yet, if they ever thought about the matter. Ruth Dutton shivered over the remembrance of her suffering under the lash of scandal."

Emily Climbs by L. M. Montgomery.

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Come Along With Me: sam and max (CH2)

Grandma Ruth drops Sam off for a playdate but he hasn’t had his nap yet

kid! sam and max

story under the read more

Come Along With Me (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Naptime

“Max, honey, please settle down,” Tillie said, rubbing her temples.

Her nephew had just woken up from his nap and was running around, bumping into things and knocking stuff over. It’d been a miracle getting him to take it in the first place, the kid yammering on and on about what he and his new friend were going to play once they got here.

Whoever they were, Tillie just hoped they’d be less hyperactive than Max.

ding-dong!

“IT’S THEM!!”

Max rushed over to the door and started scratching at the wood like a rabid animal, a few chips coming off due to his efforts.

“Coming, coming,” Tillie got up from the table and made her way to the door. Opening it revealed an elderly Irish Wolfhound and her grandson.

“SAM!”

“MAX!”

The two boys body slammed into each other and hugged, both of their tails wagging even after max started biting the other boy’s arm with affection.

“Hello, Miss Ruth,” Tillie said, a tired smile on her face.

“Well hello there Tillie, thanks again for babysitting my little Samuel,” Ruth said, smiling back. “There was another attempted break out at the penitentiary and I was called in last minute.”

“Oomf!”

“HI GRANNY!”

Max had barrelled into Ruth and was squeezing his tiny arms around her leg as hard as he could, shark mouth smile flashing at her from below.

“Hello to you too, Maxwell!”

Tillie was about to warn the older woman not to do it when Ruth’s massive paw came down to pat Max between the ears. The little lagamorph melted at her touch.

“I hope you two don’t mind, but Samuel hasn’t had his afternoon nap yet.”

On cue, Sam let out a large yawn, prompting Max to yawn too.

“Would you be a dear and let him sleep for a bit before playing?”

Tillie was about to say something when Max piped up instead. “Sure thing, Granny! C’mon Max, I mean, Sam,” Max started dragging a floopy looking Sam up the stairs. “We can nap in my room.”

“Welp, If it means I get a little more peace and quiet I’m sure a second nap should be fine,” Tillie laughed. “Good luck with your prison break, Ruth.”

“Thanks, Tillie. I’ll pick Samuel up in a few hours.”

“No problem.”

Once Ruth was gone she did a quick check in on the two sleeping boys before sitting down in her recliner and taking a nap herself.

Tillie would later wake up to the sound of giggling and a face full of permanent marker doodles.

BONUS:

max already had a nap but didn’t wanna be alone if sam was there so he decided to take a second nap

max doesn’t like being touched by most ppl, including family members, so grandma ruth being able to pet him is a surprise and a half to tillie

[aiiaiiiyo]

[redhatmeg]

Back in S1 we've had an episode about Aunt Joan's lover coming back to Portwenn and Martin learning about their affair back in his childhood. Now we have a a son of Aunt Ruth's lover coming to Portwenn to scatter his father's ashes.

Intriguing.

[sheylads]

ruth lore basically comes about from me and my sister having some weird conversation about nothing

so like today's ruth lore is that she and her dogs are singlehandedly responsible for worldwide nuclear disarmament. thanks queens

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